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maguro13-2 · 9 months

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Miku.EXE Origin : The Revenge Pt.6 (1/2)

Jeff the Killer : [whistling] Ah, I can't wait to taste a mouth-watering steak when those two daughters of "Him" returns immediately . Can't say that I really wanted that awesome feeling from Doll. He's still with that egghead in his room for all these years since SEGA abandoned him in about 10 years before he became a creepypasta legend to get his revenge on the company. Hmm, haven't seen Slender Man while he's at work, I wonder if I had any calls from the guys? Maybe I best be going by now. (A person's hand pulls Jeff's ears what it appears to be Kuchisake-Onna) Ow! Ow! Ow! Hey that smarts!

Kuchisake-Onna : Didn't you forget someone, loud mouth?

[PigeonBlood OST : Funny-Funny]

Jeff the Killer : Oh, uhh, hey, Kuch'! When did you get here?

Kuchisake-Onna : I just got back from my vacation home in North Carolina, not to mention it, at least. Just wanted to drop by to seem my favorite ghost friend Hachishaku-sama.

Jeff the Killer : Can't a guy get at least have some privacy? I was going to have my favorite paper dolls created for my decorations!

Kuchisake-Onna : Oh? Is that the type you wanted to do things for you? Is it really necessary for you to talk it out? I was just hoping that you didn't look at my stuff using my pair of blood-covered scissors when I got back!

Jeff the Killer : What?! No! I was using my own pair of scissors, yours at the other room. [pulls Jeff's ears twice to cause him pain] Hey! Hey! Okay I didn't touch your stuff, okay! I just wanted to look around in your room to give me a nice pair a scissiors that are the clean ones, not the ones that are covered with blood and it has your name written on it! Please, I just wanted to borrow those pair so that next time I may have permission to use it for a while!

Kuchisake-Onna : Oh, seems fair. Okay, I may let you go off the hook. (Releases Jeff)

[scene flips]

Jeff the Killer : [with ears covered with bandages] Jeez, Kuch! Can't you be a little more aggressive, next time? You almost got my ears ripped off and I may go deaf in an instant. Anyway, what's the haps?

Kuchisake-Onna. : Oh nothing much, I was just listening some public radio about the incident that was spreading the rumors in the USA.

Jeff the Killer : What's so special about that? Didn't know about the incident in Nevada. Believe it or not, it's just those kids from a fictional town called Death City.

Kuchisake-Onna : When I heard that a Japanese girl named Tsugumi Harudori, a Shounen Protag from the Soul Eater franchise, has found a weird mysterious red ring and proclaimed that it could be a source of fortune and power, or probably it could be a use for jewelry. But when she picked it up, she was given these "strange" illusions that totally lost her mind, going nuts to a dangerous level of sanity! So after that her mental state was unable to control herself, she then...

Jeff the Killer : So...So then what?

Kuchisake-Onna : She then...She then decides to end her life of stopping her insanity by jumping off a building and immediately goes...SPLAT! She hit the ground and didn't even bounce. After that, Tsugumi Harudori was never seen again. Thus the Soul Eater franchise has officially met it's downfall. Except for Maka Albarn, the hero of that franchise, has disappeared shortly after calling quits.

[PigeonBloos OST : Night Morning]

Jeff the Killer : I heard about this. Maka Albarn haved hated her own author she reveals that the world of Soul Eater was a great big lie from the "Devil" himself, who he created DWMA leader Shinigami that proclaims to be son of the devil after witch detective Kimial Diehl showed everyone the truth. But all of that crazy stories of yours have starting to make me go hungry for a steak.

Sonic.EXE : Not the only one who got betrayed or abandoned as the "Fallen Idol".

Jeff the Killer : Ah, Mr.EXE! What a pleasant surprise for your return. How was the meeting with your friends?

Sonic.EXE : It was alright. It was one hellish meeting for a day. I had a discourd with the EXE group. So, it's not too borish and we had to discuss our family's terms. So everything's according to plan. We probably knows how this is going to be well, eventually, we heard that the Dry Bones and Mask Enemy, Phanto, has finally reclaimed the land of Nevada from the Devil's son and orders were issued with the Nevada State Government. So what brings this ever mounting crisis in the United States?

Jeff the Killer : I just got this from the daily newspaper in the state capitol Carson City. It looks like you're all slow news, you're about to be jealous from this state's front page. (Shows newspaper to the both of them)

Kuchisake-Onna : [Reading] "Former Hero of Soul World was quickly turned into a ferocious demon made of black blood called Black Beast." Are you telling me that a girl was a traitor to her own people? Like that's old news in 2011 or 2014. Well, this is the 2010s and we need to stay classy in our glory old days of legend. With Soul World manga loosing it's franchise and meeting it's end in total darkness, poor Maka Albarn has given up her life as a hero and became the demon made of black blood itself, Or I prefer the substance Ink in her body.

Jeff the Killer : You got that right. We are done with Soul Eater and never going to talk about it ever again. I'll stick to any other Japanese media franchise and I would highly recommend to the publicity of an otaku fan. Don't mention it that of course.

Kuchisake-Onna : I couldn't agree with you more of reading your silly Japanese comic books.

Sonic.EXE : Since this little conversation is a little over, I wonder how are my daughters doing fine so lately? More importantly, where are those two dear daughters of mine?...

[cuts outside to show the exterior of the Creepypasta House]

*SFX : RUMBLING*

Sonic.EXE : [yelling] ...WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THEY WENT OFF BY THEIR OWN"?!?

"Meanwhile..."

Tails.EXE : Comrade! The enemy knows that we are getting closer to where our next move might be. We commonly set up a barricade to each and one of the locations around the globe. With our strongest defense system we worked on, we can finally manage to capture our lord's faker Exeller the Hedgehog, the mysterious look-alike who seeks in the powers of "God".

Knuckles.EXE : Excellent work, my friend. But what about those two daughters of him? Zatsune and Miku.EXE?

Tails.EXE : I don't know how to put this, but according to the radar, we have confirmed that two of Master's daughters have wandered off into one of locations we barricaded. Zatsune and her sister have wandered off into the defense line, the location they're heading to was the forest!

Knuckles.EXE : What were those two thinking wandering off like that? We've got to warn master about this! But thankfully, rest assure that our dear friend Xeno is working another one from the same data that he traveled through cyberspace. Send in...Kaito.EXE.

~ LET THE WANDERING WILDNESS BEGINS ~

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic.exe #vocaloid #creepypasta #miku hatsune #miku zatsune #jeff the killer #kuchisake onna #sega #crypton future media #crossover #dark comedy #horror #mystery #thriller #supernatural #drama #adventure

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lovelywingsart · 1 year

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Nightmare

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Sorry for long time in between Survival AU stories...!! QuQ I've got two in progress I haven't finished yet, bit this one DID get finished in the meantime; so here, a bit of 'slice-of-life' in the d-.... night of Heisenberg?

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Oh boy.

//I may put out a few regular timeline stories and all in between the Survival AU just to keep things moving...! I'm trying to finish what I can, when I can. QuQ This one may be a bit 'short', but I also wrote it relatively quickly. The German was given with assistance from a friend of mine, who is also a Cog!~ uwu//

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Nightmare scene- 'betrayal', 'death', horror visuals; panic, small injury, comfort

Summary: Heisenberg doesn't sleep much. When he does, his own 'dreams' are often plagued with nightmares and terrors... And it doesn't get any better when someone else is thrown into the mix.

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He ran.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him, his breaths coming in wheezing gasps as his shoulders heaved and lungs begged for air.

He had to find her... he had to find her and make sure she was safe.

The Lycans had gone awol, invading and tearing up everything they could get their hands on. He tried his best to fend them off, but they were quick to overwhelm them in sheer numbers he had never seen before in all his years. And through it all, she had run. It was unlike her, especially in their own home... A home she proved to be willing to fight to the death to defend. It worried him enough to back down, and so he chased after her to find an escape. He ran through the halls of the familiar area; but it changed as soon as he got down below.

Instead of the glorious monument of a factory, he was met with a long corridor he recognized as small storage for some of the Soldat creations, though there was nothing in the holes they were supposed to be in. He only seemed to pause in shock, looking around with a frantic confusion that only made him dart forward again for a few seconds.

His movements suddenly became slow only a few feet in, and he looked down to find the ground covered in reddish black muck that covered his boots and stuck to his pants with every step he took. But he pressed forward, even as the hall behind him began to darken and swirl, making the air heavy enough for him to struggle to breath moreso than he already was. It wasn't long until the darkness caught up, and it took even less time for it to cover his vision ahead- but he could still see the end of it from a single figure appearing from the small brightness that remained.

It was her... he could see her. He could see her at the end of the containment hallway, like a light in the darkness that started to consume everything behind him, the single golden eye shining like honey in the sun. He felt an instant relief wash over him, feeling as if the weight of the darkness had begun to lift, and he smiled.

He opened his mouth to call to her, but noticed quickly that no sound came out.

His brows knit in confusion- he could swear he FELT the words leave his mouth... and she certainly reacted as if they did, turning to face him fully with her own calm smile; but he heard nothing. Not just himself, but the entirety of the area was deathly silent despite small movements all around him. There was nothing but the deafening silence and the beating of his own heart seeming to make the ground beneath him pulse.

He ran forward to greet her eagerly, however, wishing to escape and run into the light he saw. But he froze mid step mere feet away as small black spots around her neck caught his eye, slowly emerging and growing into thick black mold tendrils. A cold shot of fear made his stomach lurch to bile in his throat, nearly making him double over as jet black feathers began to expand behind her, and the sound of a cold laughter began to echo across what he slowly began to notice were the now not-so-barren walls. He forced himself to look around him as his surroundings changed once again. All around him were red lights- his own goddamn creations- that gave an eerie red glow to the hall that seemed as if it began to expand with more black muck covering the floor. It wasn't until he focused back on his assistant that the black tendrils tightened around her neck, choking the life from her while travelling quickly down her arms and restraining her wrists. Her eye widened, the confused and pained look itself terrifying him enough to reach out.

As he did, however, the ground under him seemed to move, pulling him away as her own mouth opened-

And she screamed.

It was a shrill, high pitched and horrified noise that seemed to pierce through his skull. It was a noise that, he noticed, seemed to turn into a loud whirring the more it went on, only for a spray of blood to hit his face. He looked forward to see a massive familiar drill bit through her chest, the end of it containing what looked like a cadou attached to a still beating heart. He opened his mouth once more, letting out his own silent scream of anguish as the bright honey gold light faded, reaching for her frantically once more.

Even as the whirring still continued.

Even as the drill began to morph into a golden clawed hand.

Even as the hand proceeded to crush the heart and parasite with another cold laughter, as if killing the failure made the laughing being all the more joyful.

He was stopped as she was released of all binding and suddenly pushed to him, the hand disappearing with a flock of crows scattering behind her. He managed to move forward and catch her body, cradling it to his chest instantly as if to shield it from the birds that began clawing and pecking at his neck and shoulders. He could feel the tears streaming down his face as if they were acid as he looked down, only for his body to jerk as a sudden pain and pressure forced itself in his chest. He looked down in shock, his wheezing breaths and blurry vision just barely allowing him to see her own hand pierce between his ribs. Blood ran free from his chest and lips as he coughed, the red liquid staining her shirt as he looked at her in sheer terror;

Not one, but two eyes stared back at him from her face.

Two pale green, condescending eyes, joined instantly by a bloody, toothy smirk.

He couldn't move as she yanked her arm back, his own heart beating in the palm of her hand, now adorned with those familiar golden claws- golden claws that proceeded to crush the muscle as her own jaws opened, letting out the shrill laughter that echoed through what turned into a dark, dilapidated building with a large chair and a pew.

His own vision wavered as he screamed silently again, his throat feeling as if glass had been scraped throughout, spitting out blood over the now twisted face of the one he knew he held closest.

The one who, as his vision turned red and quickly black, began to sprout black feathers from her own back before yet another flock of crows descended to add to the first, targeting his chest and face as he kneeled, motionless despite his muscles spamming to fight them away.

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Heisenberg woke in the middle a guttural scream, thrashing hard enough to throw himself off the bed while tearing some of the sheets from his grip. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed back into a corner, flailing his arms as of to defend himself from the dream creatures he swore he still saw, though instead nearly destroying what was in the room in the first place. Scrap metal flew wildly as pulses of his power came in uneven bursts, embedding themselves into the walls while rushing past and slicing his skin if they got close.

His screams still persisted even as the door suddenly flew open, Emelia rushing in through the barrage of scraps that flew dangerously close.

"KARL!!!" She yelled, holding her arm up in defense of her face before dropping to her knees next to him to try and grab his face. "KARL, WAKE UP-"

"GEH WEG! WEG VON MIR!!!!" he screamed suddenly, his voice so loud it cracked. "WEG VON MIR, GEH- GEH WEG-"

She let out a surprised yelp as her arms were swatted away with enough force to bruise, but she persisted even as he repeated his words, the German harsh enough to ring in her ears. She forced herself closer, letting her Cadou harden her muscles as she grabbed at his hands.

"KARL, PLEASE!! IT'S ONLY ME!!!" She yelled desperately, trying to make him hear her through his own repetitive screaming.

She managed to grab his face again, nearly forcing him back into the wall.

"KARL! PLEASE-" She yelled again, though her grip eased as his thrashing began to slow.

His screams slowly turned into wailing sobs, his body shaking as he fought for breath through near hyperventilation. She still kept hold on his face, ignoring the scraps that hit her back as she nearly curled over him.

"PLEASE, Karl- Please-" she tried, lowering her voice slightly. "Please... It's only me. I promise it's only me... Please open your eyes, Karl-"

She pressed her hands to his cheeks slightly, dragging her thumbs along the skin to collect the still streaming tears. She felt as the metal lessened its impact against her back as his sobs lessened further, slowly and fearfully cracking open his eyes. His panicked breaths didn't stop as he finally managed to look at her, only to let out a scared yelp and back himself into the corner more. She shook her head and kept her hands at his face, rubbing his jaw and clearing what she could of tears while shushing him gently.

"It's only me..." she repeated again, her voice near pleading, glancing at his hands as they lowered slowly.

His eyes were wide now, staring at her with what she found quickly to be a form of absolute terror she never quite knew possible from him. It sent a cold shot through her system, and it took all she had not to start crying, herself.

"It's alright... It's me..." she shushed quietly, hearing some of the scraps hit the floor as his power lessened further.

One by one the pieces fell, until there was complete silence save for his ragged breathing and the sound of distant machinery.

His body trembled still, even as she held him, watching her face as if to make sure it wouldn't change on him.

She said nothing more, only calming him further with touches to his face and gentle shushes with every whimper he let out. It wasn't long until he could finally move again, his own hand hesitantly moving to touch her arm to make sure she was there.

To make sure she was real.

She looked at his hand for a moment before slowly moving her own, only pausing as he flinched. She moved it to slowly press her fingers against his palm, simply moving them to hold his hand tightly before she looked at him again with as much reassurance she could give.

The look and touch was all he needed, and suddenly the terrified sobs started once more as if he had no control over them.

She instantly brought him forward to his chest as his shoulders heaved, wrapping her arms around him tightly with her fingers through his hair.

"Breathe... Relax and breathe..." she said softly, feeling his arms shakily encircle her waist in a tight hug that would have cracked the ribs of any normal man. She shushed him once more, keeping him close to her chest as if he were a scared child.

"It's alright, Karl... I'm here. You're alright." she said quietly, setting her chin on his head as the touches seemed to calm him down slowly. She closed her eye, taking her own calming breath.

So many times this had happened before. An uncountable amount, if she could have even tried... Almost every time he slept. Over and over she'd run to him, his screams sometimes plaguing her own dreams. So many times it had happened, and so many times it would happen again. And as he lay, curled against her in an exhausted and horrified heap from yet another night terror she would know nothing about, she knew either he would wake fully and go on to work days, if not weeks without sleep, or he would fall back into yet another slumber that would end the same. It was always what happened, but she didn't stop it. She knew she couldn't have. Either option would torture him... And so this small comfort was all she knew.

She shifted to simply hug him, feeling his breaths even out just slightly. She could tell he was awake, even just barely... But given the lack of movement, it was clear this would happen again in no more than a few hours, his arms going somewhat lax around her. But he still gave the occasional whimper, and she ran her fingers along his skin in small patterns and circles to relax him further.

"You'll be alright..." she nearly whispered, feeling him flinch before he slumped back over fully against her. He wouldn't have even made it back to the bed if he tried. She took another breath as she heard a small sniffle, making herself comfortable as well,

"... You're safe..."

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niko-mesu-the-dragon-dog · 2 years

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This oneshot has Spoilers from the new Amphibia episodes (The Core & The King)!!

Read at your own risk!! This shit angsty yo!

(now with Ao3 link under the cut)

This came from the panel when Darcy was rebooting that said "memory wipe". So, what if Marcy was still in her dream scape while all the memory ereasing happened :D! Also slightly inspired from this

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Anyway, emotional hurt/no comfort✨

"WOOO YOU GO JOE DOG!" The trio cheered as Marcy spun around with a puppy in her hands.

Happy and joyful screams could be heard all the way down through their school hallway as the trio danced and simply enjoyed themselves under the colorful spotlights that Sasha managed to install with Marcy's help in the ceiling. Marcy was surprised that any teacher had caught them yet!

How long has it been since they hang out like this? Since the only thing they could do was laugh next to each other with no worries except for upcoming exams and homework? Marcy would say that it felt like ages ago, but she wasn't going to break the amazing atmosphere of tonight. Not as long as she gets to see her best friends dancing together, their happy faces being enough to lighten up Marcy's whole day in an instant. She knew that having these sorts of feelings towards her friends wasn't normal, but maybe tonight, just maybe, she can get that out of her chest. Or simply was the excitement of the moment that made her lose her self control, but she was right in front of her crushes since kindergarten. No backing down now.

She hugged Joe Dog tightly onto chest, ready to let out all her repressed feelings to the most important people in her young life. But the puppy had other idea in mind as it squirmed and jumped from Marcy's arms to the darkest side of the hallway. "W-wait Joe Dog come back! I need you as moral support please!" And she went to look for the puppy.

The hallway got darker and darker, feeling her head and brain throbbing with each step as she got closer to what seems to be a complete void. The lockers and tile floors were now covered in the blackest surface Marcy's ever seen. But Joe Dog ran through it and she already got attached to him, she couldn't lose him! "Joe? C-come here boy," She tried calling for him.

She hears a laugh, almost too similar to hers echo through the halls.

"Enjoying your false reality, Wit? Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

The headache came back but this time feeling like a migraine, like if a drill was directly piercing through her brain and mind. It was unbearable. It sent her down to her knees and made her cover her ears in a desperate way to make it stop. Just make it stop.

The pain stops, but something still rings in her ears.

Static. All she could hear was static.

She stands up as fast as possible trying to go back where she and her best friends were having a good time minutes ago. The hallway feels endless and her legs and muscles begin to feel sore and feels her vision blurring out, but she has to get back to them. She needs to, and forces her wobbly legs to work until she spots the familiar colorful lights.

Putting her hands on her knees she tries to catch her breath from all the running, sweat already pouring down her neck and back but not only from exhaustion. "Guys! We have to get out of here! Th-there's something-"

"Woah there, relax Marce! We've got you, remember?"

The static was back, but it didn't come from her ears but from her friends. The noise became stronger while the other two got closer to her. Marcy refused to believe what was in front of her.

Or what wasn't.

Just as the static took over her friends' voices, it also took over their faces. She can no longer see the deep baby blue in the blonde's face, nor the cute and soft brown from the brunette. Each time they talked, trying to talk to her, all what Marcy could hear was static and white noise that came along with the horrible mind splitting headache. She gripped and tugged her hair to ground herself as she felt hot and painful tears run down her cheeks making her enter into a full panic attack by now, her chest quickly going up and down and lungs feeling filled with lava that didn't allow her to breathe enough air to keep her mind active. Everything was too much. The agony of the moment didn't let her see the rest of the hallway glitching and being covered by the void she saw back at the end of the hall.

She needed her real friends. She needed to call for them and come save her from this hell that was her own mind and body.

She opened her mouth ready to scream their names…

…

But nothing came out.

She didn't remember their names. She couldn't remember her best friends' names, or anything about them. Any memory of them being taken over by loud static and thick endless void. It hurt. Her chest and brain hurt so much, too much. The pain being enough to make her pass out right on the spot and.... And…

There's only white noise and black space in front of her now.

What... What was she doing? What was she trying to do... Who did she try to call for...?

"Ah, finally. Doesn't it feel nice to have more space in that little mind of yours?" The voice called again.

Yeah...

It felt nice.

A mind with no thoughts nor memories. A mind with no worries.

She finally let her body and mind relax and float in the sea of void. There was no need to fight back at all. There was nothing to worry about and lets her eyes close, losing herself in the back of her mind.

#amphibia #niko writes...sometimes #marcy wu #darcy wu #ANGST #it may be 4 am but MAN I'M HAVING IDEAS!!!#amphibia season 3 spoilers #amphibia season 3 #amphibia spoilers

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blobbyclouds · 3 years

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I have a request if you’re currently doing those. How would the Arcana main six help their female s/o during her period?

I got youuuuu. To any of you lovelies on your period... I’m so, so, sorry :’) we can suffer together

warnings: period, minor blood, minor pain

-Asra Alnazar-

Tea? Tea. Yeah. Lots of tea. And if you say you don’t like it, he WILL find some flavor of tea that you’ll like even if it’s 90% sugar

Besides tea though, he’ll make whatever foods you’re craving or run to the market to get whatever you want. He always leaves Faust with you so you don’t feel lonely :)

Your guys’ bed is literally just a nest of pillows, blankets, scarves, etc, which makes it a very comfy place when you need to curl up and die :) you can disappear under a huddle of blankets, only emerging enough to take the food Asra gives you or let Faust under the blankets to boop your nose

But if you’re cuddly, Asra is 110% on board with that. He’s just,,, so cuddly. He is always up for cuddles, especially when it’s helping you feel better. He wraps all his limbs around you, buries his head in your neck, and lightly rubs your massages and sides

His voice is always so soft and sweet. Whether he’s telling you a stupid story about some trouble Faust caused in the palace or reminding you that the pain won’t last, his voice is pure g o l d

Asra is hella good at massages so that’s always an option when you’re feeling crappy

Will press, soft, sweet kisses onto your tummy

And he hugs you and rocks you softly side to side when your emotions get the best you, reminding you you can’t really control the hormones and making a few jokes to lighten the mood

He probably knows at least a few spells to at least make a sort of heating pad, if not directly reduce your pain, which is a pretty nice bonus

“I know a way to stop a period for awhile, you know.” “Really, Asra? How???” “Well, it’d only last about nine months but--” and then he gets a pillow chucked at him

-Nadia Satrinava-

Honey, you are in a palace — prepare to be pampered

You get warm, petal dazzled baths, your favorite cravings fresh from the kitchen, soft beds that fit you just right, plus a dashing duchess to comfort you

She’ll encourage you to walk around the gardens to keep your blood flowing, or at least walk down a few of the palace halls. Even if you whine and grumble, she reminds you that staying at least a little active will help with the cramps and sores

She shows you secret clearings that are peaceful and empty, so you can go hide there when the hormones are messing with your emotions too much

In general, she doesn’t make too big of a deal of it to make you feel self conscious with all the attention, but she does make sure you’re pampered

If you get dramatic period emotions, Nadia won’t take it personally. She’ll just watch with a bemused expression or sweetly rub your back until you calm down. Considering how many sisters she has, your meltdowns are nothing compared to the mini-wars she’s seen play out when too many periods aligned at the same time — she’s seen shit

If you’re both on your period at the same time, you are a FORCE to be reckoned with

Someone tries to be rude? Slack off their job? Be a jerk in any way? You and Nadia will find them and e n d them

And then curl up on the couch by the fireplace and regret ever moving

You’re super jealous of Nadia because her periods are short, like 4 days long. So if you’re one of those people (like me) who gets like 9 day long periods… you just sad :(

-Julian Devorak-

He’s a doctor, so he’s got you covered!

He knows all about periods, symptoms, and, most importantly, how to ease those pains! He knows what foods can stop cramps and can make medicine to help headaches. He’s also stubborn enough to make you stretch or sleep enough to actually take care of yourself

You can make all the excuses you like, but Julian will find a way to make you take care of yourself

If you leak somewhere, Julian will clean it up and won’t let you feel one bit embarrassed

He has an uncanny ability of getting any amount of blood out of anything without even batting an eye don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to

He’s sweet enough to comfort you, but also dorky and dramatic enough to make you laugh (even if it does hurt a bit)

He jokingly calls your period his time “dueling with the Red Lady” because it’s his job, as your dashing knight, to guard you against the ruthless assault of the evil witch giving you pain! (there’s a whole saga with plots and characters, all with Julian being dramatic, very entertaining)

He’s very cuddly, and despite how loud he is, he can be quiet when you need time to relax and sort through the pain and high charged emotions

His hands are terribly cold though, so whenever he tries to be sweet by rubbing your skin you let out a little squeak of protest against the sudden cold

Cooking doesn’t come naturally to him like it does with Portia, but for your sake he tries his best. It took twice as long as it would most people, but after carefully scrutinizing the recipe over and over again, he finally managed to make you something :)

-Muriel-

He gave you a LOT of space at first, like too much space

He was still very helpful, keeping the fire going and giving you extra blankets and such, but he worried about being annoying. He knew that this is a kind of personal thing and didn’t want to be overbearing when you needed time to chill. Which, of course, you hated when he kept conversations to a minimum and gave you way too much space

Until that is, you plopped down on top of him and refused to move. And then he finally understood that you actually wanted him to around, and became far more receptive to you wanting cuddles and such

He’s a human heater, which is great for when you have sores and cramps — it’s especially nice when you have Inanna there too, so you’re surrounded by nice, cozy warmth

He keeps the fire going extra strong for you, and will make whatever warm stews you like

When he’s rubbing your sides his big hands are so, so painfully gentle with you ;-; like his whole body softens up because he’s trying so hard to ease your pain as much as he possibly can

If you’re having an especially rough period, Muriel will work up the courage to go to the market all by himself and buy you something to distract you, be it art supplies, books, or puzzles. The smile you gave him made the long walk and somewhat awkward conversations well worth it :)

-Portia Devorak-

Listen, her cottage is probably the best place to have to deal with a period. You have a cozy cottage that’s just big enough to give personal space, but also small enough to stay warm and keep everything accessible. Plus, there’s a cute kitty, an even cuter girl named Portia, and always tons of yummy food to eat

And then right outside the door you have beautiful gardens??? So you can lay in the sunshine, hike, or smell flowers to distract yourself???

And then there’s a whole palace to chill in if you really feel like it?? Okay, you got it GOOD here

Portia is so sweet and doting. She helps however she can, without making it seem like she’s being condescending or anything. She makes a lot of jokes and is chipper enough to make you almost forget you’re bleeding

Will cuddle and hug you as much as you need it :)

Pepi will curl up on your lap and purr all your pain away if Portia has to go to the palace, and then she’ll make up for all the cuddles you missed out on once she gets back

And she’ll probably bring some sweets with her from the palace, which is an added bonus

She’ll probably get some balms and potions for the both of you from Julian, just in case warm stew and massages aren’t cutting it

If your periods line up you just cuddle up together in bed, close all the curtains, and hold Pepi between you like the sacred heater she is

-Lucio-

What???

Wait, yes, he knows the basics. He knows what periods are, he understands that they aren’t the best, and he knows that symptoms are often eased with pain relief balms or warm baths

But he didn’t understand just how bad they can be until the two of you were together

He just walked in on you one day, curled up in a ball and gingerly massaging your stomach. When you explained what was wrong, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow

“Just how bad can they be if you have to deal with them once a month?” he asked

You glared up at him from under the blankets. “Come here and let me stab your stomach — repeatedly. Then you’ll know.”

INSTANT understanding

He tries to be helpful by being a bit more gentle with his affections and doing chores for you, but usually you have to ask him to do things because he isn’t always… aware? Or like realizing he can/should do something? It’s not that he’s ignoring, it’s just that he hasn’t really been mindful of enough friends to learn how to help with periods

But of course, the moment you ask him to cook something or draw up a bath, he’s on it. He eventually learns to do these things without being asked, because he wants to be the b e s t boyfriend ever, especially when you’re in pain

Bonus is that all his years as a warrior plus loving his clothes made him super skilled in getting blood out of clothes, so he’s you covered there

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applerubyy · 3 years

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Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”.

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever.

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so.

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt.

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment.

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you.

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else.

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D. Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out.

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did.

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress.

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people.

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing.

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin.

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America.

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip.

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #avengers #avengers imagine #loki x reader #loki imagine #tony stark #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction

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Being Part of the Red Room and Befriending Bucky and Sam Would Include Pt. 1: (Part #2) (Part #3)

((BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS))

A/N: There was no way I could make the title any shorter :P I love the anon who sent in this idea! All the credit goes to you, my love! Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged! Thank you for this!!!! I went a little overboard, but I just couldn't help myself! Part two should be posted and linked asap!!!! :D 💕

Like Natasha and Yelena, you were wanted for your genetic potential

You never met your biological family, but you'd always wondered about them, even if you didn't want to admit it

You were the middle child of the "family", more aware of what was going on than your little sister, but you hadn't yet been through program like Natasha

You had no idea what would be waiting for you

Your childhood before that though had been ordinary, some of the best years of your life, often the only thing that kept you going

Being the only one who calls your sisters Tasha and Lena

All of you shared that special whistle, looking up to Melina and Alexei, even falling for the act yourself

Playing with the neighborhood kids, going to school, it all seemed pretty normal

Still, you were often reminded that your family was different, even if you couldn't really understand how or why

Natasha kept you on your toes, insisting you be ready for anything

Having secret conversations in Russian

Your father often coming home from work muttering to himself about "how long will this assignment will last?"

Wanting to be with your mother in the kitchen always

Helping Natasha dye her hair blue, and getting it all over the bathroom/yourself

Listening to all of Yelena's stories

Making blnket forts, coming up with your own games, watching movies every night before bed

Despite it all, they were your sisters and you loved them

Then that night came, and it changed everything

Your perspective changed towards your parents in an instant

You hated them

Natasha tried to keep the three of you together, to cling to the both of you, but in the end you were separated

Getting a ripped piece of the photo booth picture

You still had it, even after all these years

You wouldn't see your sisters for decades

Like Yelena, you weren't just controlled psychologically, but chemically too

Losing all of your best friends one by one

Dreykov would call them weak and unwanted, but they were the strongest people you'd ever known

From then on, they became your family

You didn't even know if your sisters had survived their time in the program, there was no one to ask or go to

Most of your time there is hazy, almost dream-like

A lot of it you can't remember, as if you were watching from outside yourself

The pain is real, though

Not just the hours of daily training, the fighting, the missions that took a toll on your body, but the emotional pain as well

Having to witness the people you grew up with, the only ones you ever know, succumb to Dreykov and his technology after they're injured during a mission would later leave you waking up screaming

Time passed, people were killed, and you had no control over yourself

You find scars, old and new, unaware of how you got them, where they came from, and it makes you want to

You had no idea what you were doing, nor did you know eventually Natasha found her way out

No one could do that, but your sister did

If you had been in your right mind you would have called it a miracle

Dreykov only got stricter, crueler, more careless and disposable with his agents

You and Yelena paid the price

You're still under control when they come together to finally take down the Red Room

No one knew anything of you, not even Melina like Yelena and Natasha had hoped

Dreykov hinted that you had died years ago, that unlike your sisters you weren't strong enough to survive the program

Melina had no choice but to believe him

She had a framed picture of you as a child on the bookshelf, one from the photo album

When Natasha questioned Dreykov about what happened to her mother, she also asked about you, what he did with your body

All he did was laugh

At her, at Melina, all of you, pulling up live footage of you with the others, moving as one with your weapons drawn

You were alive after all

Natasha immediately tells Yelena and Melina, and while they're happy, there's an immense guilt they hadn't gotten to you sooner

As the Red Room starts to fall from the sky, you're given orders to stop your sister by Dreykov

Of course, you follow orders

Natasha tries to break the chemical hold, she tries the whistle, the nickname, all of it, but nothing works

After Yelena throws the antidote "grenade" everyone comes to

"Tasha? Lena?"

There's no time to explain, though

You break off from the crowd, wanting to stay with your sisters and finally kill Dreykov

You have your own way of following your sisters off the falling jet, clawing and falling with what weapons you have, not believing your own eyes

His escape ended in flames

There wouldn't be a body to recover

He was finally gone

Reconnecting with your family for a short while, just before you hear the sirens

You just got them back, and now they're leaving

Natasha promises she'll see you again

Until then, you go with Yelena, your parents, and the other agents

It's there that they catch you up on all the things you've missed, that you're able to make your own decisions/choices, that you can really be you

(Assuming this movie took place in the year 2016) You have almost two years of "normalcy" with your family

Yelena has the file and the antidote, which your mother does her best to copy

You try to free as many agents as possible, even if it feels like an impossible job

Alexei still gives you these big, long emotional rants

He quotes your favorite movie as a child

Despite all his faults, he knows his children

Melina in't as outright with her proclamations of love, but you find the framed photo, and that tells you all you have to know

And then The Blip happens

You are part of the half that does not survive. . . .

#requested #headcanon #avengers #avengers headcanon #marvel #marvel headcanon #black widow #black widow headcanon #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #ennasfavorites #series

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bakerstreethound · 3 years

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Night at the Museum

Relationship: Leonard McCoy x reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, swearing and smut.

Summary: After a late night working on your birthday, Leonard surprises you with a visit to the office and damn how can you not refuse an office visit from your favorite Doctor?

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 1,536

A/N: Just another Leonard McCoy fic nothing to see here as I indulge @pandaqueen7799 with an AU of her grumpy Star Fleet Doctor because it’s her Birthday & HE LOVES HER. This has been months in the making & thanks for surviving all the teasers, Queen haha. I hope you have a lovely birthday XOXO. I only write Leonard McCoy for her you guys, just a disclaimer. Now let’s PARTY! *gif isn’t mine*

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You groaned, the ticking clock your only company as you typed up your report on the computer. You are determined to finish most of the report you'd begun in your previous months for the Museum. So, six hours later, with a few glasses of tea in your system, you'd managed to complete most of it. Alas, you were nowhere close to where you wanted to be.

At least it’s something and not total rubbish, yet.

You reached towards your once silent phone, now buzzing, hesitating for a moment. Sure, you were at a good place with it, but something inside you told you to continue.

You’ve been at it for six hours and a little break won’t hurt. Hell, you should stop altogether for the evening.

You relented, opening up your messages, 3 of which were from your best friend. You remembered she would pick you up this evening, but you forgot to give her a time.

Don’t worry about it, I’ll Uber it tonight. I’ll be fine, you replied to the text, pulling off your glasses for a moment to rub your weary eyes.

A knock at the door caused your shoulders to jump, causing you to drop your phone on the desk. You grumbled, typing on your computer once more, not bothering to see who had knocked on the door.

The last thing you expected to see in the doorway when you looked up, though, was your husband wearing his blue scrubs adorned with mini grumpy cats.

“Where’s…” he cut off your question with a kiss, pulling you flush up against him.

“Don’t worry about her, I may or may not have cast a bribe so I could pick you up.”

You raised a brow, unable to stop the grin forming on your face.

“What? This place isn’t that far away from the hospital.” He retorted, sighing in slight frustration before brushing his lips across your own.

“But…”

He scowled for a moment before grumbling. “It’s beside the point. Look, I’ve got you here with me now, and after a hellish day at work with people out of their corn-fed minds, well this is perfect.”

“Awe Leo,” you grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, inhaling his scent so familiar, welcoming you home.

“What do you say,” he glanced down at your white button-up shirt, “we get your tie, and then we leave this place. I’m sure you need a change of scenery.”

“Of course I do, Dr. McCoy.” Without warning, you pressed against him, causing him to fumble and fall into one of the chairs in front of your desk with an oomph. You cast him a look while you opened your drawer, drawing out the tie you’d tossed off in frustration earlier in the day from a particular irking section of research.

“What do you say, Leo?” You strutted towards him confidently, daring to unbutton a couple of the buttons on your shirt before straddling his waist. “You want to be good for me?”

“My...sugar,” he looked up at you in the dimly lit room, but you could see how wide his pupils were already.

You nipped at his neck. “You can do better than that, Leo.”

“I need you...please.”

You reached down to tug at his scrub pants, pleasantly surprised to be greeted with his already straining length.

“Well, Doctor, perhaps I could help you,” you smirked, delighted in the disheveled mess your husband had become, mingled with exhaustion from his shift, paired by his overwhelming apparent desire for you.

You didn’t wait for his reply, bringing his lips to yours in a surging kiss, his chest heaving as you pressed against him, feeling his body react to yours. Noticing you falter, he pulled you back against him, claiming you in another kiss, trailing his tongue down to your neck, daring to suck a mark, eliciting a moan from you.

“Missed you so much, sugar.” he managed to say in between more heated kisses and cloth stripping. Stressed as he was he wanted nothing more to see you laid bare from him, not caring how much of a mess you were or you both made. “As much as I would love to drag this out, darlin’” he swallowed deeply, managing to look up at the clock on the wall. “I need you now and don’t- can’t wait any longer.”

He held you close to him, grip tightening around your waist as his sparkling hazel eyes grew wide, taking on the look of desire that only you could draw from them. Understanding flickered across your own as you reached out to him, easing him out of your chair, happy to be in his embrace one more.

He brought you closer, closing his eyes as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You know you mean more to me than anything in the world, sugar.”

“Fuck me, Doctor McCoy, before I lose my damn mind, already. Keep my mind off the edge.”

Pressing a chaste kiss to your neck he gave a knowing smirk. “With pleasure.”

Before you could think about anything else he pulled you up into his arms and your legs immediately wrapped around his waist before he brought you over to the tall glass window wall spanning over a small hidden corner of your office.

You’d always wanted to be taken at this window which bequeathed a pretty spectacular view of the city with all its late-night lights twinkling in the distance.

“How-?” Your question became blocked off by a rather heated kiss on your lips, all gentleness and pretenses replaced with nothing but passion and desperation. All the stress from the evening and the love he felt for you poured into a single kiss, but this one was enough to send the familiar jolt of desire and desperation into your core.

“Leo,” his name was all you could think of, and the way he felt pressed against you, the cold glass a relief to the burning inside you. Even as he removed your clothes, tossing them haphazardly on your desk and you flinging his scrubs on the floor without a care, you thought of nothing but him and the way he felt as he brought his fingers down to your core, daring to stroke a line up your slit teasing your clit in the way he knew how that made you shatter for him.

“That’s right, let all of them know you’re mine.” He reached down to stroke himself with his free hand that wasn’t working your clit before sucking a mark on your neck.

You moaned in relief as he pressed against your folds filling you and relieving the ache, making you gasp and moan as he moved in you with a long languid pace, picking it up in desperation, wanting to bring you both to your release. You wrapped your arms around his neck, desperate to be close to him as his once languid pace picked up, becoming more demanding and heated as he continued working you and your clit. You responded in kind, arching into him as his mouth trailed from your lips to your breast, promptly latching on to a nipple, circling it with his tongue. You urged him on, following each of his thrusts in stride, nipping and sucking on his lower lip, wanting more of him.

“Yes sugar, that’s right,” he muttered praises in your ear, each one adding more kindling to the already erupting fire in your core. You almost came then and there when his thumb teasingly brushed up against your clit once more, sending shockwaves through you.

You let out a moan. “D-damn it, Leo.”

“All for me,” he nipped your lip, proceeding to murmur even more praises into your ear, his hot breath fogging the glass.

Whimpering, your hand caressed your breast, desperate for more.

“Leo…” you moaned as you brushed your thumb against your clit, lost once more to throes of pleasure while he continued his long thrusts, hitting you deep.

His lips parted, and he kissed you again, allowing you to entwine your tongues in a battle for dominance

You obliged, lost to the moment of passion play, almost gasping as you felt the familiar patterns of your climax ensuing. You knew he was close too, sweat clung to his brow, his breathing heavier and husky. The instant his eyes locked with yours, your body lost itself once more, absorbing the waves of pleasure and you moaned as you felt his release.

Lips parted from gasping, you bring him in for a kiss, aching for him and his touch once more.

He pulled you up, helping you straighten out your trousers. “So, what do you say we get something to eat? I suspect we could both use some food."

“Sounds good to me, Doctor. We have to prepare for round two,” you winked, kissing him on the cheek as you began to dress. He followed suit, smirking as you put on your tie following it with your blazer.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, already put together as best as he could. “Something tells me sugar that we need to do this more often.”

“You have no fucking idea, Leo.”

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 3 years

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Conflict

Based on this request: Could you perhaps write something for a female Wolfshifter in Twilight who has the feeling of not fitting in with the pack? She knows the Cullens and always liked them. She especially likes Carlisle, Alice, Esme and Emmet. This brings conflicts with the Wolf Pack and somewhere along the line the reader is estranged to her whole community due to always protecting the Cullens. Carlisle and Co become aware of this and make an effort to integrate the reader into the Cullen family.I'm really looking forward to your imagines. The recently posted requests seem very interesting! But please don't overwork yourself. :)

AND this one: May I request one of your Volturi imagines where the reader is a werwolf shapeshifter but has come to think of the Volturi as her family, so she protects them? Especially Marcus, Aro and Jane. Carlisle and the Cullens come to Volterra to bring her home because they thinknof her as a daughter. And so the reader is torn due to her loyalties to both her families?I always look forward to your imagines! Thank you for writing them for us! :D

Here you are, lovelies! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: Angst, feeling like you don’t belong. A little familial fluff?

Pairings/Characters: Fem!shifter reader, Olympic Coven(Cullens), Volturi, Quileute Shifter Pack

Being one of two female wolves in the pack didn't exactly make for good company. Leah, as much as you loved her, was still so in love with Sam, she couldn't see passed the end of her nose. But at least she had her brother. And you really couldn't relate to any of the guys. That left you on your own. You hated it. You hated not fitting in. But when you officially met the Cullens and the Volturi, that changed.

You had been running through the woods alongside the border between your two lands when you were injured somehow. You were bleeding profusely and, in your state, you accidentally crossed into the Cullen's territory. Emmett and Carlisle had been out hunting when they found you. At first, they weren't happy, but when they realized you were hurt, Emmett wasted no time in scooping you up and running you back to the house. That was the beginning of a few lasting friendships, although you didn't linger in person for too long. You knew vampires didn't like the smell of shifters, even though you showered all the time.

The Cullens soon became like your family, much to the annoyance of the pack. They always complained about you smelling like a leech whenever you came back from visiting the Cullens. You didn't care. At least with the vampires, you felt some sense of belonging. You became very protective of them. And then, you met the Volturi and your family grew.

After working and saving up for nearly a year, you were finally able to go on a little vacation and you decided that Italy would be for the best. That was where you met the Volturi. Aro had read your thoughts and assured the others that you weren't a threat. Once you got used to one another, you decided to stay in Italy for a while. Soon, the Volturi were like family as well. Except for Caius. He took a little bit longer because of his experience with the Children of the Moon. Either way, now you had two families that were both vampires and you loved them both.

But the conflict between the pack and the Cullens had grown more tense in your absence. The pack believed the Cullens had done something to you. The Cullens themselves didn't care what the pack thought, but the longer tensions went on, the more difficult it would be the Cullens to remain in Forks. So they decided to do something about it. They were going to bring you home.

"Masters, the Olympic Coven has been sighted on the outskirts of the city," Demetri explained one evening while you were visiting the castle. Your ears perked up at the mention of your other family, making Aro smile. "Perhaps they have come for a our…'friend'," Caius said, earning a slight glare from you. He gave you a smile that was meant to be both threatening and teasing. That was the nature of your relationship with him now.

"Perhaps they have. Very well. Demetri, if you and Felix would be so kind?" In an instant, the two vampires in question were gone and a few moments later, returned with Carlisle and a couple other members of the coven. You were running toward them before you could stop yourself, happy to see your other family again. Carlisle wrapped you up in a hug, followed by Edward and then Jasper.

"I missed you guys!" you said gleefully. Carlisle replied that they had missed you as well. "We've come to bring you back to Forks with us." There was a little hissing from all around you. Carlisle put his hands up in a manner to show that he was no threat. "B-But I like it here. The Volturi, they're my family too." Carlisle gave you a sad smile.

"I know, Y/N. I do understand. But, the pack…they are becoming more aggressive by the day. They believe we're keeping you against your will, not allowing them to come back. Jacob is doing what he can to pacify them, but most don't believe him. Some are threatening to break away and break the treaty." You felt tears welling up in your eyes. The pack had never cared about you before, but now they were willing to destroy three families because of you?

You were distressed by the news at first, but then, you became angry. The pack was threatening the people you loved. You could feel your body growing warm as your anger rose. "Y/N, dear, you must calm yourself. We don't need you shifting in here." You glanced back at Aro before looking at Edward. He read your mind and smiled stiffly. "You can come back. As long as the pack sees that you're safe, they will leave us alone."

You looked between the Cullens and the Volturi. They were all awaiting your decision. You were torn. You loved being in Italy with the Volturi, but you were needed back in Forks. But what would happen if your meeting with the pack failed? Then everyone would be in danger. You could feel your protective instinct rising again. You knew you needed to get out of the castle for a while to calm yourself and think properly. So, you ran.

"Where is she going?" you heard Caius ask. You didn't stop. You knew Edward would explain what was going on. You made your way to the outskirts of the city, preparing yourself for the shift when you heard quick footsteps behind you. You whirled around to come face-to-face with Caius. "No offense, but I'm not in the mood right now."

"Well, that is too bad, I'm sorry to say." You growled lowly, but there was no malice behind it. "You're worried about us. Protective even. Why?" You sighed. "You're family, Caius. Even though you hate me for what I am, I still view all of you as my family and I protect those I love. Just like you." Caius didn't say anything for a moment but then, a smile slowly made its way onto his lips. A real smile.

"Then we finally agree on something. And you have a decision to make. Whatever you decide, we will be with you." With that, he sped off again, leaving you to think. You'd calmed down enough in your surprise that you didn't feel like you were going to shift involuntarily. Caius was right. You had to make a decision and you hated it. You didn't want to leave Volterra, but you also didn't want to leave the Cullens at the mercy of the pack that never treated you as equal. What were you going to do?

(a/n: I hope you like it! Tag lists are open for all fandoms and characters on this blog.)

#twilight #xreader #fem!reader #shifter!reader #olympic coven #the cullens #the volturi #shifters

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sleepylixie · 3 years

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I Hate to Admit

College! AU Bang Chan X fem! reader

Imperium Universe || Jisung || Seungmin || Chan

2k (I’m so sorry), fluffiest fluff

Request? Yes! Hope you like this, Anon!! Apologies about getting a wee bit carried away. >.<

Warnings: None!

A/N: I liked writing this, even though it’s waayyyy longer than I expected it to be oops. This is an extension of the same universe as this Jisung fic and this Seungmin fic, but you can definitely read this as a standalone! Do let me know what you think about this fic, I’d love to hear feedback!! ONTO THE FIC :D

Requests are open for SKZ and BTS! || Masterlist

The skate park right outside your campus was always an interesting sight. There were always a lot of people around, enjoying themselves on the gentle slopes and plateaus. You were always mystified by the way the skateboarders could so easily throw themselves into the air, seemingly unafraid of taking a tumble to the concrete floor.

You’d pass by the skate park thrice a week in the early evening, on your way to a part-time shift at Imperium- the closest bar to your university. Your shifts ran late sometimes, bordering on midnight when you’d step out of Imperium’s back door.

More often than not, you’d encounter the same lone figure in the skatepark on your way back- an average-sized, lean figure who had a way with the skateboard that you’d never seen anybody have before. The first time you spotted him, you stopped and watched for a few moments as he made his way up the slopes like it was nothing at all- he was that good.

Skateboarding wasn’t your thing as much as people watching- there were so many interesting people in the world, so many different kinds of personalities that you couldn’t get enough. You would write them into stories of back-alley romance, tales of rippling fantasy and chronicles of traitorous woe, reveling in the way your worlds and characters built themselves up along the plot.

It became an unconscious habit, seeing the boy(it seemed like a boy, judging from his impeccably built shoulders and a penchant for extremely sleeveless muscle tops.) on your way back from your late bartending shifts.

He was curious, you decided. Who only visited the skate park when it was at it’s emptiest despite being so good? Did he not like attention? Was he shy? You made a mental note to try and talk to him one day- you weren’t hesitant with your curiosities. Someday, when you weren’t bogged down by your already numerous Works in progress and university, you would approach him and find out more about this midnight skateboarder.

But as it turned out, you didn’t have to wait too long.

“Y/N! Where were you, it’s almost 1 a.m!” Your sorority sister Chaeyoung sat up on her bed as you walked into your shared room. Her short blonde hair fluttered around her face as she slipped off the bed, bounding towards you. “I had a longer shift than normal, Imperium was weirdly full.” You responded, pulling your bag off your shoulder.

“Alpha Phi Alpha is throwing another rager. Do you want in?”

That’s when you heard it. You’d been so absorbed in the music from your own earphones that you didn’t even noticed the deep bass thumping through the air, the muffled cheers and screams of enjoyment. Of course there was a party going on, it was a Friday night.

Life next to a fraternity house wasn’t the most peaceful, but you didn’t mind it. Your sorority, Delta Kappa, was housed right next to the Alpha Phi Alpha frat house, close enough to share a fenced wall.

The Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity was the most sought after fraternity on campus; acceptance meant instant skyrocketing of social worth. It was all extremely cliché: the best frat on campus, filled with the smartest, most attractive guys, throwing the most memorable parties and yet maintaining their stellar record of being good at pretty much everything.

“Sure, why not? I have some energy to let off.” You smile, throwing open your shared wardrobe. Chae’s eyes shone wickedly, she was sold by the idea of any kind of party. “Are any of the other sisters coming??”

“Jennie, Lia and Yeri already left. I thought I’ll wait around for you.”

“How nice of you, Chae,” You huff out another laugh as you held out an outfit for her to see. “Ooh, I like it. Now hurry up, right?”

“Okay, okay!!”

20 minutes later, you were walking into your next-door frat house with Chae, already warmed by the electric vibe. “Y/N!!! You’re here!!” There he was-tall, blonde and devastatingly handsome. Also seemingly tipsy, by the looks of it. Hwang Hyunjin was one of your closest friends, but he had a hard time handling his liquor, even though he would stoutly disagree when sober.

“What took you so long?” He slurred slightly, slinging an arm around you and giving you a tight, alcohol-smelling hug. “Unlike some of you, I have a job, Hyunin,” You quipped, returning his embrace and pecking his cheek- your usual greeting.

“Whatever, you’re here now.” He scoffed and ruffled your hair. “ We just made some new additions to the frat, you should come and meet them.”

“Sure, why not?” So Hyunjin took your hand and led you through the throngs of partying people. Soon enough, you stepped onto the roof of the frat house, a fairly clean space for being set up by a troupe of boys. Fairy lights left the people on the terrace bathed in soft yellow lights, a rather aesthetic sight.

There were around a handful of people lounging around on the couches and carpets, but Hyunjin led you to a particular group of people nearest to the railing, laughing and talking in a circle. You knew he had a gang of friends from all over the campus that just seemed to have an inexplicable pull towards each other.

You knew some of them by appearance from other ragers- music major Jisung with the cheeky smile, law student Seungmin with the puppy-eyes and an acidic tongue, Changbin with his almost flawlessly built body (you always paused for a second to admire his physique) and Minho, the guy who for some ominous reason always had bruised knuckles.

“Y/N! Hey!” Jeongin exclaimed, eyes brightening up in an endearing smile. “Hey Innie,” you grinned, happy to see another familiar face in the junior from the same major as you. “Yes yes hello and all that, Innie,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, ignoring the look of mock offense he got from Jeongin. “I brought Y/N to meet Chan, coz he’s new to the frat, and my favorite sorority girl should be the first to know about the new fish.”

He threw an arm out, pointing to one of the guys leaning against the railing of the terrace, all smiles and black hair. You extended your own smile towards him, already giving him a casual once over- He wasn’t too tall, with impeccably built shoulders in a muscle top….wait. The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“Are you the weirdo that goes skateboarding at midnight?”

A pause rippled across everybody in the circle, the smile on Chan’s face reducing to an incredulous splutter as Jisung choked on a giggle- that did it. All of the guys dissolved into peals of laughter, loud and unrestrained.

“Sorry about that,” You said, letting out an embarrassed sigh as you stepped around the circle to get closer to Chan. “I’ve seen you in the skate park when I’m getting back after work.”

He shrugged, his handsome features still splashed with sheepishness. “It’s fine, it was just a matter of time, I guess.” Over the laughter, you could hear how smooth his voice was, like melting chocolate.

“If it counts for anything, I thought you’re really good at it.” You weren’t the beat around the bush with your words. “You made it look so easy.”

A light blush reddened his ears as he grinned at the compliment. “Thanks.. Y/N, was it?”

You spent the rest of the night with the boys, caught in easy banter- but particularly, you got to know Chan. He had been living off campus until he’d decided to apply for the fraternities on a whim, ending up with an acceptance to Alpha phi Alpha. He was a business major, with a creative minor in music producing- just like Changbin. He was a natural extrovert, effortless with conversation and people skills, a man married to his work-to the point that he regularly lost sleep over it. He was also a bit of a dork, you noticed, with his random bursts of exaggerated hand movements and lame jokes.

The sun was beginning to rise when you decided to get back home. “It was nice getting to know you, Channie,” you grinned, pulling him into an easy hug and pecking his cheek.

“Likewise, Y/N.” He smiled his captivating smile at you, before walking you to the frat house door. “Before I go, what do you say about exchanging numbers?” You asked. He was a good sort, the kind of guy who’d make a really good friend. Why not?

Chan agreed amicably and sent you off with promises to catch up soon, leaving you feeling light and happy.

To your surprise, he ended up dropping by your sorority the very next morning, asking if you were up for waffles at a nearby café. You happened to be awake at the time and decided to tag along with him- even though it was 6 in the morning.

“The guys refuse to wake up early and join me,” he complained, holed up in the café with plates of waffles and orange juice in front of you. “Chan, be honest,” You chuckled. “The only reason we’re awake at ass o’ clock is because both of us can’t sleep to save our lives.” He rolled his eyes in amusement. “Stop wise cracking and get on eating, Y/N.”

That café run cemented your day-old friendship into one of peaceful camaraderie, a safe space for each other within the chaos of your friend circles.

Winter melted slowly into spring, bringing tidings of new beginnings, assignment and semester exams and subsequently, end of semester parties. As always, Alpha phi Alpha was throwing a rager of a party that was expected to be the best all semester. Your entire sorority had received invitations and were all excited to drown out the stress of exams week. You, on the other hand, were also thinking about something else. Someone, rather-Chan.

You and Chan had only grown close over the course of the past months, gradually bonding over ungodly morning cafe runs, late night texts between breaks and video calls asking for outfit opinions.

You frequented the frat house more often, a fact that Hyunjin rejoiced (and teased you relentlessly) over. Chaeyoung only gazed at you with a suggestive look in her eyes when you slipped into the room at 2 a.m in the morning with one of Chan’s many black hoodies hanging off your shoulders. What, it was winter, it was cold on your way back from Imperium and he offered! Chan, to his credit, seemed to be just as invested in this newly growing friendship as you were. He walked you back from Imperium whenever he was at the skatepark, invited you on his midnight skate runs, even almost breaking his arm trying to teach you how to balance on his skateboard.

It was an outlet for his energy, he explained one day. Sometimes working on music or going on a run didn’t give him the same sense of calm that skateboarding did. It wasn’t about the attention for him- with Chan, it almost never was. Not surprisingly, you liked that about him. You liked Chan, for all his insomniac, stress skateboarding, black hoodie hoarding self.

The party was already in full swing when you and Chaeyoung knocked on the main door. One of the frat boys you didn’t know opened the door, smirking at you before yelling over his shoulder. “Yo, Chan, your girl’s here!”

Your eyes widened, exchanging an amused glance with Chae, who was openly laughing at your expression. Chan’s girl? Not that you hated the sound of that.. But you were just a friend- a friend who had a crush on him.. Right??

Chan hurried to the door that very instant, shoo-ing his frat brother off. “Sorry about that,” he murmured , exchanging hugs and cheek kisses with you and Chae. “To the usual spot?” he grinned, comically offering you his arm.

“Of course, my dearest,” you gushed, the two of you bursting into a fit of giggles as you linked your arm with his, allowing Chan to steer you towards the staircase leading up to the terrace. Once on the rooftop, you were met with a familiar sight- 7 boys giggling and talking amongst themselves in a loose circle near the railing. “Chan, don’t hog all of Y/N’s attention, she’s here for the party, you know?” Jisung called out the second he spotted the two of you heading towards them.

Amidst a gale of laughter, Chan frowned indignantly, opening his mouth to give Jisung a tongue lashing before you broke in, a sly smile stamped across your own face. “Who says I’d mind it??”

A chaotic chorus of 7 male voices responding to you had you laughing aloud, scanning Chan’s face for any discomfort. But he only had flaming ears, shifty eyes, and a shy smile trained on you- a smile that shifted from shy to teasing in split seconds.

“If that’s the case, then I’m stealing Y/N for the night, you guys!” He declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door the two of you had just walked through. “Chan, what are you doing?” You breathed out in amusement, not pulling your hand away. Your heart was beating out of your chest at everything going on, especially with Chan’s warm hand enclosing yours and the way he’d just smiled at you-

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” Chan’s voice was exactly as you knew it, smooth, warm melted chocolate. “Come with me to the skatepark. Just for a while.” Who were you to say no to that voice?

Chaeyoung opened the door to the sorority early next morning, squawking in laughter when she saw who stood in front of her. You in Chan’s hoodie, your hand in his, your lipstick staining the side of Chan’s jaw and the kicker- you hugging Chan, quickly landing a soft kiss on his lips before skipping into the house.

Chaeyoung could only look at the adoring look on Chan’s face as you disappeared into the house and close the door, laughing quietly. Ah, young love.

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ladydorian05 · 3 years

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Dangerous love - Javier Peña x Gn!reader

Okay, I finished it, finally!!! I don't have a lot to say about this except that it all began with a few lines provided by my brain in the middle of the night and then this happened.

A huge thank you to @din-damn-djarin she helped me so much editing this thing and with the ending (many parts of the ending were written by her).

Hope you guys enjoy it!!!

Dangerous love

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn!reader

Summary: With Steve on vacation, it's up to Javier and you to check upon the new lead; unexpectedly the stakeout goes to shit and some surprising things happen after you jump at the first opportunity to endanger yourself. (I still don't know how to write this thing and I'll probably never learn.)

Warnings: Bullets, minor injuries, mentions of blood, what else, Javier’s potty mouth but with restraint, maybe a little of out of character behaviour at the end, no time line, fictional events. thoughts in italics. Spanish translations of long sentences can be found in ( ). And I think that’s it.

Word count: 5K and then some.

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Damn you Murphy, Why did you have to ask for vacation days right before we got a lead. Javier thought as he tried to get comfortable in his seat behind the wheel, with Steve out of the picture, he was left to carry out this stakeout alone, alone with you. Inside the close quarters of his car.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like you, far from it actually. He just didn’t want to fuck things up with you now that he was finally able to put a name to the way he felt whenever he was around you. From the way his heart rate increased in your presence, to how much his thoughts revolved around you. Hell, he even stopped fucking around with his informants for the simple fact that none of them were you.

There was no way he was going to tell you. He couldn’t, your jobs were too dangerous. The slightest mistake could cost either of you your lives and the last thing he wanted was to put you in more danger than you were already in, even if he knew you could take care of yourself. Besides, he didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as you.

“Okay, I got the snacks and here’s your coffee.” You said opening the door of the passenger side, taking him out of his thoughts. It was some kind of tradition between the three of you, getting snacks to make sitting inside a car for hours on end, waiting for something to happen, a little more bearable,”Any sign of our guy?”

He thanked you, taking the paper cup from your hand “And no, no sign of him or any of his associates.” he sighed before taking a sip from his coffee.

“Damn it, it’s close to midnight, either they appear in the next 3 hours or we’ll be stuck in here for another day.” You complained, leaving the bag with the snacks between you two. You were tired, even if you liked the extra alone time with Javier it was hard to enjoy it when both of you were sleep deprived, more than usual, and cramped inside his car for the second day in a row.

The lead was solid, the problem was they needed evidence that the house they were watching actually belonged to the guy you were after, once you got it you could take the information to Carrillo and mobilize resources to take him in.

“Five says that we won’t get anything tonight either.” Javier says, taking a bag of chips for himself.

“Five what? Bucks?” You see him nod while stuffing his mouth with a handful of potato chips. You contemplate his profile for a moment before answering his bet, “Alright, I’m in. I have a good feeling about tonight.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, it's been quiet.”

“That’s mainly because Murphy’s not here.” You both share a laugh at your partner's expense. It was no secret that out of the three of you Steve was the most approachable. Javier was the known asshole of the embassy, you always tried to keep your guard up, what with being the new one, and Steve was just a ‘by the book’ kind of guy, even if being after Escobar made him bend some rules lately.

When you were first transferred to Colombia you were surprised that you actually got along just fine with both of your partners. You were the newbie, but they didn’t belittle you or underestimate you like you expected them to. However, you certainly never expected to end up falling for one of them.

As the months passed Javi became more than just your partner or friend, he became your confidant, you knew you could always talk to him. While he wasn’t the most approachable person around the embassy, you found out he actually had a soft side. He was reliable, hard working, with a dry sense of humor, a ‘no bullshit’ attitude that called to you, and as much as he wanted to hide it, he cared deeply, even for things that were out of his control. The fact he was so fucking handsome didn’t hurt either.

You didn’t fall for him overnight, it was a steady, slow kind of change. It took sleepless nights pouring over documents, each taking turns getting more coffee to keep you both going; late night conversations and laughs over strong alcohol to chase the stress from work away; having occasional dinner nights with him at his apartment or yours on those nights when the feeling of being alone in a different country fighting a never ending war gets unbearable.

It wasn’t sudden, but it still surprised you when you realised your feelings for the DEA’s resident Cassanova were deeper than you thought. That was another thing that worried you, it was no secret where or rather from whom he tends to get information about the narcos you were chasing after. Even if he’s recently been more discreet about it.

“Heads up, we’ve got movement.” Javier brings you out of your thoughts, tossing the bag of chips back into the bag of snacks you brought. “Seems like you’ll be getting those five bucks after all.”

“Told you I had a hunch.” Both of you watch as a van parks in front of the house you’ve been watching, several men get out of the vehicle. You recognise a couple of them from the list of known people working for Escobar, most of them were foot soldiers.

You reached inside the glove compartment for the camera, hoping to get a few good pictures before they disappeared inside the house. This could be the missing link you needed to get to the guy that lived there.

“Hold on, don’t finish the film just yet,” Javi’s words give you pause as you start rewinding the camera to take another photograph, “another car’s pulling up.”

“Anyone we know?” You ask squinting to see who comes out of the other car parked away from the street lights lining the road.

“Fuck me...yeah, from the Cali cartel.” He answers, rubbing his chin with a hand.

“Shit, that can’t be good.” You lowered the camera. The change in the atmosphere around you was instant the moment both of you noticed the persons inside the other car were readying their guns.

“You have your gun with you?” Javi asks, reaching behind him for his own weapon.

“Never leave the house without it.”

“Good. When all hell breaks loose, and it will, I want you to find cover before you do anything else, got it?” You hear the click of the safety from Javi’s gun as you reach for the handle of your door; you can sense the familiar feeling of adrenaline as you ready yourself for what’s to come.

“Yeah, you better do the same.” You don’t get a response from him. In a matter of seconds, the once quiet street turns into a war zone. Gun in hand, you run for cover, ending up behind the wall of a house at the entrance of an alley.

You take a moment to breath and try to pinpoint Javier’s location. You see him poking his head from behind a wall on the opposite side of the street. You sigh, relieved to see that he got himself behind cover in time.

You can’t really do anything. It’s just you and Javier out here, you lacked both the numbers and the firepower. Minutes that felt like hours passed. You take a look at the shooting happening a few meters from your position before hiding again in the dark of the alley as three more cars arrived on the site. One of them coming up from the street you were in, you prayed that they didn’t notice either of you. It was clear that both sides had called for backup.

Fuck, now bullets were flying towards this side as well, it wouldn’t take long for them to start looking for a more solid cover than their cars. You see Javi come to the same realisation as he sends you a worried glance when your eyes meet. You needed back up too.

Neither of you expected something like this to happen, it was just a stakeout; you were horribly unprepared with no vest and only so many bullets. The moment they noticed either of you it was over. There was only one choice, you needed to call Carillo.

There was a phone inside the car. If you were fast enough you could dive inside the back seats of the car and grab the phone, you were certain Carrllo would still be in his office, he never left early. It would take him little to no time to round up a team and get to your position as fast as possible.

You turned to look at Javier after formulating the quick plan in your head and explained it as best as you could with your hands, asking him to cover your back. You watch him shake his head, gesturing with both hands for you to stay put. You know if you do as he wants they’ll find you sooner or later; with your plan, if everything went well, at least you both stood a chance of getting out of this alive and there was even the possibility of taking some of them into custody.

You put the safety of your gun back on and tuck it into the back of your pants for the moment. While looking at Javier straight in the eyes you slowly shake your head, watching as he spits out a curse you’re too far away to hear before diving out of your cover to get to the car.

Javier knew the situation would escalate badly for the two of you if they noticed your presence there, he was just holding onto the hope that they would be too engrossed in trying to kill each other for that to happen. He turned his attention away from the wall in front of him to check up on you, only to see the determined expression on your face. He’s seen that one before, you always looked like that before doing something brave, yet incredibly stupid that would no doubt end up endangering you.

What the hell were you thinking!? Javier understood what you were trying to say with your hands, your plan was insane. Yes, having backup would be really helpful, life saving even; but risking your life like that? No, he wouldn’t let you. He answered by very clearly telling you to stay where you were.

He swears his heart leapt out of his chest the moment you disregarded his instruction to stay put, tucking your gun in your pants before breaking into a run for the car. FUCK!

You left him with no choice but to do as you asked, there was no way in hell he was going to leave you even more open than you already were. Hopefully, with all the chaos going around, they wouldn’t notice you or where the bullets from his gun were coming from.

He tried to keep an eye on you while also paying attention to the altercation. The car wasn’t that far from your previous position, but considering the stray bullets raining all round, it was too damn dangerous. He was filing away in his head all the things he would say to you if- no, ONCE both of you were out of this mess. He wouldn’t let himself think of any other outcome, you were going to be fine and you would get out of this, both of you.

What was in reality a few seconds, felt like an eternity to him. You running alone, unprotected, straight into a firefight was a scene he’s only seen in his nightmares, the fact that this was really happening was worse than he had ever imagined.

He stopped breathing for a moment when he saw you stumble a little from the corner of his eye, but when he turned his full attention towards you, you weren’t there and the backdoor of the car was open. He sighed in relief, you made it.

Carrillo got there with backup in record time and these guys were still at it, they had the worst aim he had ever seen, it was laughable that the shooting lasted this long, but damn he was glad to see Carrillo and his men arriving. They blocked the escape routes, effectively cornering them and made quick work of subduing and cuffing any survivors.

He made his way towards you as soon as he was sure he wouldn’t get a bullet for stepping out from his cover, after all he would be of no use to you dead, but Carrillo noticed him first and stopped him halfway there.

You could hear the moment the backup arrived from your place on the floor of the back of the car. You were tired and probably in need of medical attention. You hadn’t felt the pain initially, too preoccupied with your madrun to get to the car and filled with adrenaline to notice. It wasn’t until things had quietened down significantly and the adrenaline began to seep from your body that you had time to assess your injuries and felt the searing hot pain blossoming in your arm and thigh. You weren’t sure if the bullets were still in there, if you had been hit anywhere else and just hadn’t felt the pain yet or how bad the bleeding was.

Slowly, you began to move in order to get out of the car. Hissing in pain when you had to use your leg to crawl to the opposite door, you figured it would be easier to keep moving forward and get out from that side than try to backtrack towards the one you used to get in.

The sudden movement of the door opening caught everyone who was close by off guard, some of the men actually pointed their guns at you.

“Whoa! Easy there, I’m friend no foe.” Scanning the area you spotted Javier with Carrillo, their attention focused on you, it seemed like they had been talking before you made your presence known. Javier walked towards you as the Colonel ordered his men to lower their weapons. “Hey, a little help please?”

He offered you his hand to help you get out of the vehicle. “Easy there, are you hurt?” He looked you up and down searching for injuries and sure enough, he found them, “Fuck, you’re bleeding. Coronel, pida una ambulancia!” After telling the colonel to call for an ambulance he gently guided you away from the bullet hole ridden car to sit on the flatbed of one of the team’s trucks.

Javier was uncharacteristically quiet considering the move you pulled off, you were expecting the scolding of your life, but he said nothing. He just hovered around you as the paramedics cleaned and treated your wounds, thankfully they weren’t life threatening, and gave one word answers when they asked him any kind of questions to find out if he was also injured. It was unsettling.

Anger you could deal with, you’ve done so on multiple occasions already used to his fiery personality, but this cold shoulder treatment...the only times he had ever acted like this had been when things got really bad or when he felt responsible for losing someone on the job. He would often shut himself out in situations like that, but even then you were always able to get through to him and coax him into talking to you.

Carrillo approached you once the paramedics’ job was done. “Mis hombres se encargaran de los malparidos. Yo los llevo de regreso a la base, necesitaran otro carro para ir a casa.” (My men will take care of the sons of bitches. I’ll take you back to base, you’ll need another car to get home.)

“Gracias por su ayuda Coronel.” You thanked him for the help, seeing as Javier still refused to speak.

“Al contrario, gracias a ti y tu llamada ahora tenemos arrestados no sólo a colaboradores de Escobar, sino también miembros del cartel de Cali.” (On the contrary, thanks to you and your call, we now have arrested not only Escobar’s collaborators, but also members from the Cali cartel.)

Javier went to retrieve any personal belongings from the car before following Carillo back to his truck. The ride back to base didn’t change anything, the three of you travelling in tense silence since Javier still refused to speak. It was a good thing the Colonel was never really a talkative man to begin with otherwise you’re sure he would have felt insulted by Javi’s current mood.

Once back at base, Javier made quick work of the paperwork needed to take a provisional car while the one previously assigned to him was towed away and replaced. You decided to put his odd behavior down to the stress of the night's events, thinking maybe that was what had him acting like this and hoping that maybe he would relax on the way home.

No such luck.

The car ride was infernally quiet and Javier’s mood only seemed to worsen by the minute, you could see his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He pulled up in the building’s garage, killing the engine without so much as turning his head in your direction. You couldn’t take it anymore, the silence was suffocating you.

“Hey, I got a new bottle of whiskey if you wanna grab a drink?” The only answer you got was the sound of the door slamming shut behind him as he got out of the car. At first you thought that was a no, but when you got out he was standing by the car’s trunk waiting for you.

You made your way through the building to the door of your apartment; the slight limp from the wound on your thigh slowing you down somewhat. It wasn’t serious, the bullet only grazed the outer side of it. Your arm didn’t have the same luck; still, it was nothing time, a few stitches and bandages couldn’t fix, but it still hurt like hell, you’ll be sure to take some pain meds before going to bed. Javier was following behind you. If he ever decided to quit being a DEA agent, you were sure he’d be able make decent cash playing poker with the expressionless face he had going on at the moment. Well, he would as long as he wore dark sunglasses, otherwise his expressive eyes would probably give him away.

You opened the door and turned on the lights of the living room. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get the bottle and the glasses.” You tell him as you toe off your shoes, leaving them in the entrance. You hear the door close and before you can make your way to the kitchen his hand darts up to grab the wrist of your uninjured arm.

“Javier? Wha-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Oh. So it was time for the scolding, he waited until you were alone for this, shit. Maybe you could play dumb?

“I was thinking about getting a little bit drunk before going to sleep.”

“You know what I mean. Back there, what the fuck were you thinking putting yourself in danger like that?” So, that was a no on the playing dumb thing then.

“Do you have any idea how lucky you were? You had no vest and still you ran headfirst into the open, you could’ve died!” He could feel the grip he had on his emotions slipping, all the fear, all the helplessness he felt the moment he saw you dive out into the rain of bullets rushing back to him.

“But I didn’t.” You knew he was right, it was a dangerous move, but it worked, it got you out of the tight spot. “Listen, I know it was dangerous, but it worked out.”

“So you were aware of how dangerously stupid that was and you still went ahead and did it!?” He let go of your wrist to pass his hand through his hair in exasperation,“To top it off, this isn’t even the first time you’ve pulled something like this, I don’t have enough fingers on my hands to count how many times your dumb luck has saved your ass.”

“Well excuse me for saving our asses back there!” You snap, your composure which you had managed to keep up until this point wavering, “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You think I don’t know about your little endeavours with the other side of this war?” How dare he act as if he’s never put himself in danger, as if he wasn’t playing with fire himself, “How’s Don Berna? When’s your next coffee date?”

His eyes widened in horror and all the blood drained from his face. Any other day this kind of reaction from him would’ve made you laugh, but right now it only gave you a strange sense of satisfaction.

“How do you know about that?” His eyes fixed on yours, both of you locked in a staring match until you’re silent for a little too long and he speaks again, demanding an answer, “Huh? Answer me. How. Do. You. Know. That?”

“I saw you with him.”

“You followed me!? You fucking followed me!?”

“Yes, I did! What did you want me to do!? We were stuck, stressed as fuck, with no new leads and you were acting strange! I was worried!”

“That didn’t give you the right to go and fucking follow me! And that’s beyond the point, that’s different!” Your once tense, but relatively controlled, conversation was now a shouting match. A match that would most likely end with no winner and your friendship on the line, but you’ll be damned if you backed down from this.

“How!? How is it different!? I run once or twice towards some bullets to save our asses and you get to lecture me about it, but I can’t bring up the fact you’re meeting with a sicario, behind both of your partners backs, in your free time!?”

“We’re not talking about me!”

“OH! So YOU can make stupid and dangerous decisions, but I can’t!? And YOU can call ME out on them, but I can’t call YOU out on YOURS!?” Every time you stressed a word you made sure to poke him hard in the chest with your index finger as if you really needed to emphasise your point anymore.

He let out a heavy sigh trying to cool down a little. You had moved at some point during the heat of the argument, both of you trying to get into each other's faces as you yelled back and forth and you were so close to him now that the puff of air lightly ruffled your eyelashes. Deep down he knew you were right, but the night events still hung heavy in his mind. For a moment, he swore you weren’t going to make it, he should’ve known better- should have trusted you, but that didn’t mean he would support every single insane plan you came up with.

“I just-”

“You just what!?” You interrupted him. He was beyond frustrated with this situation. He just had to go and open his fucking mouth. He could have just stayed silent, shared that whiskey with you and drink until he forgot all about this whole stupid situation and then gone to bed.

“I just want you to understand-”

“Understand what!?”

“Goddamnit.” he muttered under his breath.

“Understand what Javier!? Maybe if you stopped stalling and just said what you want to say I would!”

“That I fucking love you!” Shit. He drags the palm of his hand over his face as he contemplates his options, it’s too late to go back now he decides, “I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you!”

“Well, I love you too!”

The stunned silence that followed the unexpected confessions was deafening. Neither of you dared to move from your positions, until you saw his eyes flicker from yours to your lips and his tongue poked out to lick his bottom lip.

You don’t know who moved first, but at that point you don’t care. Your lips came together with his in a passionate kiss, all thoughts of your argument forgotten for the moment. You could only think about how good it felt to finally kiss him, you always believed that he would be a good kisser, but this was beyond anything you ever imagined, all your previous fantasies of what kissing your partner would be like fell in comparison to the real deal.

It wasn’t perfect; no, nothing in real life is ever perfect, but at the same time it was everything and more. There was no fight for dominance, it was just a coming together of two people, two people trying to convey with actions what has never been said with words. Months of pent up feelings finally finding release.

His arms were around you, one hand on your lower back and the other behind your head, pulling you ever closer while your own hands held the back of his head, fingers losing themselves between his short locks of hair. You were so drunk on him, you never wanted to stop, unfortunately, oxygen was a necessity. Slowly, you pulled apart from each other, leaving little pecks on his lips as you went.

“Fuck, we’re a mess.” He said, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Did you mean it?” You ask, finally finding your voice after taking a few deep breaths.

“Every word.” He answered, pulling you into another much slower kiss.

“Good.” You said against his lips the next time you parted. “Because I do too.” You were going to go in for another kiss, but you felt the pull of the stitches on your arm when you tried to bring his head closer, making you flinch in pain.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing the sudden movement.

“Yeah, just...the stitches are bothering me.” You said with a grimace.

“Fuck. I forgot about them.” He slowly detangled himself from you as not to hurt you further. “Let’s sit down on the couch, there’s more light over there, let’s make sure you didn’t reopen the wound.”

“It’s alright, just a bit sore, that’s all.” You gingerly touched the bandage covering the stitches. He called your name, to get your attention back.

“Please. If only for my peace of mind.” With a sigh, you agreed. He left his hand on your lower back, gently guiding you to your couch. He began to remove the tape that kept the gauze in place over the stitches as carefully as he could manage. “Thank you, your plan really did save us.” You stared at him in surprise, you weren't expecting that. “But you really need to be more careful. Do you have any idea how I felt when you just ran out?”

You shook your head.

“I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

“You’re not THAT old.”

“Excuse you, I’m not old at all.” His eyebrows raise at your words and there’s a look of mock offense written across his features.

“That’s not what your cracking back says.”

“If we didn’t spend so much time behind a desk my back wouldn’t sound like fireworks going off every time I stretch.” Your eyes found each other for a moment before both of you ended up laughing. “No, but seriously. I don’t know What I would’ve done if anything had happened to you. Please, don’t risk yourself like that, don’t go where I can’t follow.”

“You know I can’t promise something like that...but I’ll try.”

“I can work with that.” He focused back on removing the tape without further upsetting the wound.

“I’ll be more careful, but in return, I want you to do everything you can to cut all ties with Don Berna. I don’t care how much information he gave you or keeps giving you, it’s not worth it if you’re going to end up in the middle of both sides.”

He took a deep breath before letting the air out. “I am trying, but it’s a delicate subject, I need to watch my steps. I reached out to him on a whim, and even if I got some good stuff from him, I’m not stupid, sooner or later he’ll cash in the favor.”

“Be careful, please.” He nodded.

Once the tape was out of the way, he looked at your stitches without touching the skin around them, not wanting to cause any kind of infection, once he saw that none of them needed to be redone, he covered them again.

“Alright, all’s good, let’s get you to bed.” Your eyes widened at his words.

“Javier, not today, I’m tired and my leg hurts and-” You’re cut off by his chuckle.

“To sleep. Jesus, get your head out of the gutter. Go get ready, I’ll bring you some pain killers and a glass of water. Whiskey’s not going anywhere, we can have it another day, you need to rest.”

When he came into your room you were already in your pajamas, taking your pants off had been tricky but you managed it without disturbing your wounds too much. He hands you two pills and a glass of water, you thanked him before swallowing the pills with some water. Leaving the glass on your nightstand, you make yourself comfortable in your bed.

“Well, I’ll umm...I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nods his head in your direction before turning to leave.

“Javi, wait.” You call before he reaches the door. He looks back at you over his shoulder, “Could you stay?”

His eyes widened in surprise before answering “Of course, sweetheart.” He’s quiet as he takes off his shirt, shoes, socks and moves to climb under the covers.

“Do you sleep in jeans? Isn’t that uncomfortable?” he freezes in place, one knee on the bed and one hand lifting the corner of the thin sheets covering the bed.

“No, I- I usually sleep in boxers.” he lowers his gaze to the bed, “I just don’t have any with me right now.”

There’s a moment of silence as you process his words before you burst into laughter.

“You- you mean- you’re not-” you try to talk in the middle of your laughing fit, but only manage to get a few words out.

“Yeah, I’m not wearing any underwear,” you swear he almost looks embarrassed “get over it.” he mutters.

“Sorry, I just-”you try to calm down, but can’t help the giggles that still escape your lips. “What, did you have plans for after the stakeout?” The question came out jokingly; maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to ask after what happened in your foyer, but deep down you wanted to know. You trusted him in any other way, could you also trust him completely with your heart?

“No.” He looks you in the eye and you notice that he understood the double meaning of your question. “I don’t do that anymore, for some time now. ”

“Oh.”

Once he settles, you reach over to the nightstand turning off the small lamp that sits there. You can’t see Javi in the darkness of the room, but you know there’s still something playing on his mind from the way you feel him fidget beside you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching out for him across the small distance that separates the two of you. Your hand finds his shoulder and you run your fingers up and down his arm, enjoying the way he relaxes under the touch.

“It’s nothing, go to sleep.”

“Javier.” You warn, much too tired to argue but determined not to sleep until you get to the bottom of whatever's bothering him.

“I’m still thinking about what happened earlier...loving you can be quite dangerous.” Javier sighs, “You know that, don’t you?”

“It’s just as dangerous as loving you.”

“What a pair we make huh?”

“We’ll figure it out.” Your voice is laced with exhaustion and you shuffle closer to him, nestling your head under his chin and wrapping an arm around his body, “We’ll be fine.”

He hums in agreement, his arm hovering over you but not quite touching.

“You can touch me you know?” You say with amusement.

“Your arm- I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I promise.” You smile, pecking a kiss against the first patch of skin you can reach.

He lowers his arm tentatively, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer to him.

“Goodnight.” You mumble against his chest, sleep already beginning to pull you under.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispers into your hair, listening to the way your breathing has evened out. Sleep has never come easily to Javier, but that night for the first time in months, it does.

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The Resurrection of Dracula:Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Death, gore

Long chapter

When he woke up he found himself on the floor of the crypt. He went to sit up but became incredibly dizzy and lightheaded. He moaned, rubbing his neck. Never had he felt such pain in his whole life. Slowly the memory of what had happened came back to him. How terrified he felt as the woman plunged her sharp fangs into his neck. How weak he became as she drained his life force from his body.

"You're not Lawrence." A voice said from behind him making him jump. He quickly turned around and saw you sitting there on the edge of your coffin, arms folded with fresh blood dripping from your lips. His blood. He suddenly felt nauseous. "You look like him though." You said, eyeing him curiously. He looked considerably younger than last you saw him and his clothes were very strange. "Who are you?" You asked.

"I'm C-Charlie...Van Helsing." He stuttered, backing away.

"Are you his son?"

"No. I'm his descendant." Charlie replied backing right into a wall.

"What year is this?" You questioned, dreading the answer.

"2000." He answered.

"2000!" You bellowed, your voice echoing throughout the tomb. Charlie covered his head, cowering in fear.

"I have been trapped in a coffin for almost 130 years..." Your voice faltered. You couldn't believe how much time had passed. Your mind was racing. Instantly you thought of your husband, Dracula? Where was he now? Was he still alive?

You looked down upon the young man, curled up on the floor before you. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." You told him in a soothing voice. You could still see the fear in his eyes. It made you feel a twinge of regret as you helped him to his feet.

"I'm sorry. It's just I haven't fed in so long and I thought you were someone else." You apologized, holding the poor man steady.

"Tell me, have you heard anything about my husband?" You ask, hoping with every fiber of your being that he was alive and well.

"Who?"

"Count Dracula." You answer. His eyes widened looking even more fearful than before.

"Dracula?!" He's real too! He couldn't believe that all this was happening. That the legend was not a legend after all, it was true. Every word. Why did it have to be true?

"Charles?" You say, trying to get his attention.

"I don't know." He finally uttered. He pulled away from you and picked up his bag, pulling out a yellow book, and handing it to you. "All I know about him is from this and Lawrence Van Helsing's journal...I can get that for you if you want?" He told you nervously. You held the book in your hands, staring down at the title.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. But for now I'll have to wait. I feel the dawn is near. Charles, can you help me? I need someone to guard my coffin while I sleep." You ask, your eyes pleading. "I don't know what you've read, but I can assure you that I mean you no harm." You assured him. "I owe you my life. If not for you, who knows how much longer I would have been trapped in there..." You shuddered at the thought. He slowly began to calm down. He recalled Lawrence's journal and how he wrote about you. If you were anything like he said than perhaps he could trust you. "I just want to find my husband."

"Why? He's a monster." Charlie asked, instantly regretting that he had. Your eyes flashed red with fury. The impertinence! How dare he call your beloved a monster.

"He is not!" You growled. Charlie flinched, dropping his bag. "Don't forget that I am one too and I could kill you in an instant if I willed it." You threatened.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!" He whimpered. You took a deep breath, calming yourself. "It's alright, Charles. Just don't ever say that again." You warned. He nodded his head yes in agreement. "Good. Now, do you know if anyone inhabits Ironstone Manor?" You ask.

"The old manor house by the forest?" He asked you, trying to remember. The name sounded familiar.

"Yes, that belonged to me before I.." You trailed off, but Charlie understood.

"No I don't think so." Charlie replied scratching his head. "I remember some of my friends saying something about it...that it was haunted or something." He told you.

You scoffed. "Haunted. Anyways, tomorrow night I would like you to help me move my coffin back to Ironstone Manor. We'll need a carriage." You told him. "Also, if possible could you try to find out anything about my husband? Maybe where I can find him."

"I'll try. My mum might know something." He answered.

"Thank you Charles." You said sincerely, placing your hand on his shoulder. "You look so much like him you know." It was almost hard to believe that they weren't the same man. Charlie noticed had incredibly sad your eyes became and wondered why. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask you.

"Well, it's time for us to depart. Till tomorrow night." You said with a faint smile, climbing back into your coffin, and shutting the lid as you went.

Charlie picked up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He took one last look at your coffin knowing how vulnerable you were as you slept before turning and leaving the crypt. If it wasn't for the fact that you held the answers to all his questions, he would kill you. Were the questions even worth it? He thought as he trekked back through the cemetery towards his bike. Now it seemed much more than research for his school paper, now it was about revealing all the family mysteries that had been kept from him all these years.

He climbed onto his bike and drove back home away from the cemetery, away from you. On the drive home, he started to realize how tired he was, nearly colliding with an oncoming bus as he drifted off. The painful wound on his neck and the loss of blood did nothing to help. He needed rest, but he had so much to do. He was afraid that if he didn't do it you would literally kill him. He shivered at the thought as he pulled up into the driveway. As he pushed through the front door his mother greeted him her expression filled with worry and anger.

"Where were you?! I was worried all night! Least you could have done was call." She yelled placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry. I got caught up. You know how it is." He told her, hoping she wouldn't press him for a better explanation. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Her grandfather was the same. Once he got fixated on something it was nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else, even eating.

"Just don't do it again." She warned him.

"Alright. I'm sorry." He apologized again.

"Get some rest. You look terrible." She pointed out, throwing on her coat.

He chuckled. "Thanks."

"I'm going to work. I'll see you tonight." She said, heading towards the door, but he stopped her.

"Mom?!" She turned around to face him.

"I have a question." He started.

"Lawrence Van Helsing didn't make it clear in his journal about whether Dracula was alive or dead--" She suddenly cut him off.

"He's dead." She stated looking annoyed. Why did he have to pick vampires of all things to write his paper on?

"How do you know?" He asked, taken aback.

"I just know! He's dead and it's better for everyone that he stays that way." And with that she turned and left without another word. There was something more that his mother wasn't telling him, but he decided it would be best left alone, for now.

Maybe his great grandfather had something in his room that could help him, needing more information. He went up the stairs, the steps creaking under each step that he took. Once he reached the top, he went down the hall to Lorrimer's old room. When he opened the door, he found that it was still in the condition he left it in before he died. He sighed, suddenly missing him. What would he think of him now, aiding the wife of his greatest enemy? Charlie just shook it off as best he could, wanting to continue with his search starting in his bedside table and dresser. It was mostly old random papers and pictures, sometimes the odd piece of jewelry strewn about, but nothing about Dracula.

Next he went to the closet, pulling out old shoe boxes and going through all his pockets. Suddenly, just as he was about to give up, he found a hidden compartment hidden behind a big pile of old books, some of which looked decades old. He carefully pulled open the door and reached inside. His hand landed on something soft. It felt like a blanket or something. As he pulled it out he heard something drop to the floor at his feet with a clang. He looked down and saw a ring. He bent down and picked it up, twirling it over in his hand. On it was a crest with a large D engraved in the center. "Dracula!" He whispered to himself. He stuffed it in his pocket and examined the fabric that he found, carefully unfolding it to reveal a large cloak, black with red lining and torn in some spots. This must be Dracula's as well. He reasoned as he folded it back up and put it in his bag. His mother was right. Dracula was dead, finding the cloak and the ring only confirmed it. Why else would these things be here?

After finishing his search he went into the kitchen where he grabbed some energy bars and a bottle of gaterade, putting those in his bag as well. If he wasn't going to get any sleep, he at least needed to eat. Then he went over to the phone and quickly dialed his friend's number. Eagerly he waited listening to the tone hoping that he would pick up.

"Hello?" His friend finally answered, sounding groggy.

"Hey Ben!" He said, trying to sound pleasant even though he too felt tired.

"Charlie? What are you doin' up at this hour?" Ben asked. Although it was only 10 in the morning, it was still early for a college student who spent most nights partying. Ben was no exception.

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you something." Charlie quickly apologized.

"It couldn't have waited till later, mate?"

"No, sorry. Can I borrow your truck?" Charlie asked, biting his lip.

"Sure, what for?" Shit. He hadnt gotten that far. He needed to come up with an excuse and quick.

"Um...my friend needs help moving." He lied.

"Oh I see. When do you need it?" He asked stifling a yawn.

"Tonight, round 6. She doesn't get off from work till then." He blurted, hoping his friend would buy it.

"She, huh? Is she...uh... cute?" Ben asked, suddenly becoming interested.

"Sorry got to go! I'll see you tonight." Charlie said suddenly, hanging up. He rubbed his eyes, feeling exhausted. Maybe just a little nap wouldn't hurt. He told himself as he dragged himself into the living room and he settling down on the couch. Once his head hit the pillow, his eyes shut, and he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, the sun had started disappearing leaving a blanket of darkness over London. He sat straight up and glanced at his watch. Oh no! It was 5:25! He sprung up from the couch and throwing his bag over his shoulder as he went. As he headed out the door he bumped into his mom nearly knocking her back down the steps.

"Oh sorry mum!" He exclaimed.

"Where're you going?" She asked.

"To a friend's house. Gotta help him with some studying." He lied. He hated lying to his mom, but what choice did he have. If she knew what he was really doing, well...

"Oh alright, I came home early hoping we could play a board game or something. But it's ok, go see your friend. I'll see what Kate is doing tonight." Jessica said, feeling slightly disappointed and a little worried, noticing that he had been acting pretty strange the past couple of days.

"Oh I'm sorry. Maybe tomorrow night?" Charlie promised her, feeling terrible. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to play a board game with her tomorrow night.

"Ok. I'll see you later!" She said, waving to him as he sat on his bike and rode off into the night. She didn't know what was up with him, but she just hoped he would be okay.

Charlie drove as fast as he could toward his friend's house. Luckily, for him it wasn't far. He glanced at his watch as he came to a traffic light. You would be awake soon.

When he reached his friend's house, he found him sitting in the back of the truck strumming some tune that vaguely sounded like Nirvana on his guitar. "Hello!" He said, as Charlie pulled up in the driveway. "Hi!"

"So, where is your friend?" Ben asked, tossing his guitar in the backseat.

"Just out of town. I'll bring your truck back in a couple hours I promise." Charlie said, climbing in the driver's side.

"Hey, hey. I wanted to come with ya. See what this chick looks like." Ben said, nudging him.

"Oh well I told her it was just going to be me. She's in shy?" He told him, with a shrug. Ben raised an eyebrow.

"Trying to keep her for yourself huh?" He joked.

Charlie sighed and shook his head. He liked Ben, but sometimes he could be so daft.

"Look, it's my truck. I'm coming with you." Ben insisted as he got into the passenger seat. Charlie couldn't really argue. He needed the truck.

It was now dark as he made his way toward the cemetery. He knew you would be there waiting for him once he got there. He just didn't know how you would react to Ben being there. Would you kill him? His stomach turned at the thought.

"You okay?" Ben asked turning the music down, noticing how ill Charlie suddenly looked. "Yeah, I'm fine." He lied, feeling relieved that he didn't have music blaring in his eardrums. He wasn't in the mood to listen to music of any kind. He just wanted to get this over with.

"Try not to puke in the truck. I just cleaned it last week." Ben told him, caressing the dashboard. Charlie rolled his eyes. Puke would be the least of his worries.

Finally, he pulled up the the cemetery the headlights shining onto the tombstones, casting eerie shadows on the ground before them. "She lives here? What is she Goth or something?!" Ben remarked as they got out.

"You'll see." Charlie said, pushing open the gate. Ben hesitated for a moment, before following him.

"Charlie is this a joke?" He asked, hoping to God that it was. Charlie didn't answer. Now he was getting nervous. He followed him to a tombstone that was located in the back of the cemetery with a great reaper towering over them. Suddenly, a raven flew overhead making him jump. It cawed at him sounding as though it were warning him to turn back. He watched confused as Charlie ran his hand along the blade of the scythe.

"Stand back." He told him, backing away.

"What?" Suddenly the ground rumbled beneath his feet and opened up to reveal a staircase. His eyes widened. "Bloody hell..." He gasped. He couldn't believe his eyes. Never in his life had he seen something like that, only in the movies.

"I hope there's a hot topic down there." Ben mumbled as he followed Charlie down the stone staircase into the crypt. He glanced around the room his eyes falling on each of the coffins that lined the room.

"You know, you were right. I should've stayed home." He whispered, although he wasn't sure why. It's not like he was going to disturb anybody. Suddenly from out of the darkness you appeared. Ben nearly screamed, but couldn't. He froze in place.

"I told you to come alone." You said to Charlie, sounding displeased.

He sighed. "I know, but he insisted. I needed the truck." He explained with a shrug.

"Truck?" You asked, giving him a confused expression.

"Modern day carriage." He answered.

"I see."

"I also found some things that might interest you." Charlie said, taking off his bag. "I found these in my great grandfather's room." He said, handing you Dracula's cloak and ring. You worst fear was confirmed. Your true love was indeed dead. You held his cloak against your chest and sobbed into it. Charlie felt bad for you. You clearly loved him, no matter how monstrous he thought he was.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking at his feet. Ben watched you two looking confused. You took a deep breath and looked up at Charlie.

"He will return. I'll see to that." You told him sounding determined.

"How?" He asked.

"There are ways." You glanced over at Ben, your eyes flashing at him in the dark. He slowly backed away.

"Charlie, you're into some weird shit and I want no part of it." He gulped as he clambered up the stairs.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed him from behind, pulling him back down, and throwing him onto the floor. Charlie looked away, knowing what was coming next. You picked Ben up by his collar and held him before you. "Don't worry, it will only hurt for a few seconds." You assured him with a grim, your fangs clearly visible from underneath your red lips. He let out a scream, but it was no good. No one could hear him all the way down there. You sunk your teeth deep into his neck silencing him. Once you had had enough you released him letting him topple to the ground unconscious.

"Why did you do that?" Charlie asked, shaking.

"I had to. Now come, lets move the coffin into this "truck" you speak of." You said dismissing it, stepping over Ben wiping the blood onto your sleeve as you went. Charlie followed you and helped you carry the coffin out of the crypt and through the cemetery to the truck waiting just outside the gate.

"Is that it?" You ask him curiously as you approached the rusty red truck.

"Yep." Charlie answered out of breath. The coffin was made of solid oak, and while you did not struggle to carry your side of it, Charlie did. Once you reached the truck, you helped him lift the coffin up and shove it in the back.

"There. All set." He said, jumping back down.

"Excellent." You said, admiring the vehicle.

"What about Ben?" He asked, looking back into the cemetery.

"Ah, yes. Go get him. I...require something from him." You told him. He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked back towards the crypt. He didn't like the sound of that. He warned him not to go. Stupid, stupid Ben. He thought to himself.

He went back down into the crypt and picked Ben up, tossing him over his shoulder. Luckily for him Ben was a rather skinny guy. He returned to the truck and placed him in the back alongside the coffin, before helping you get into the truck, and then climbing in himself.

"Where are the horses?" You ask, looking around.

"Oh we don't need those." He said, starting up the engine making you jump. Never in your life had you heard such a sound. It was like a great lion was trapped beneath the hood.

"Don't worry." Charlie told you, noticing how worried you suddenly looked as he drove away. You watched out the window in awe looking almost child-like with wonder. If it wasn't for the fact that you had just hurt Ben he would have found this amusing. A vampire from the 1800s in the 21st century.

The manor wasn't too far away, maybe about an hours drive from the cemetery. When they pulled up they realized that it was indeed deserted. Vines had twisted themselves all along one side of the building and were slowly making their way to the other side, looking like some giant green octopus. Some windows were broken, probably from teenagers throwing rocks at them, and grass and weeds had grown over most of the cobblestone path that led up to the entrance of the manor. He suddenly understood why people thought it was haunted. You got out of the truck and looked at your old home, holding Dracula's cloak in your arms tightly. You heart broke once more at the sight of it. How difficult it must be, first finding out that your husband, Dracula was dead and then finding your home in shambles after decades of disrepair. You took a deep breath, forcing back tears turning away and helping Charlie drag the coffin out of the truck. Once you reached the front door you noticed that it was bolted shut. Charlie groaned realizing he had left his bolt cutter in the crypt.

"It's alright, Charles. I can take care of it." You said pulling hard at the chain breaking it in two. "Being a vampire has some benefits." You remarked, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The place was dusty and full of cobwebs. The furniture remained where you left it, but it was mostly broken or moth eaten. Charlie couldn't decide whether the outside or inside looked worse. You looked towards the parlor, fondly remembering the last evening you spent together with Dracula. How you held each other in a warm embrace in front of the fire, enjoying the feeling of your bodies against one another.

"Where do you want it?" Charlie puffed, getting tired.

"Upstairs." You answered, guiding him towards the staircase. Henry let out a pitiful sigh, not looking forward to the trip up the stairs. At least they didn't have to go far to reach the bedroom once they reached the top. You placed your coffin where it once lay beside Dracula's. His coffin was still there, unoccupied. Charlie hovered over it staring down into the once soft, velvet lining. He thought of Dracula sleeping there through the day, so that he could rise again at night and feed on human blood.

"Charles?" You spoke, snapping him back to reality. He glanced up at you. "Go get your friend and bring him here." You ordered. He wanted to ask why, but by the look in your eye he dared not. While he disappeared out of the room, you unfolded Dracula's cloak and placed it inside the coffin. Many, many years ago while you still studied under Van Helsing you read about the different ways to bring a vampire back from the abyss. You thought that you didn't need to know it, at the time, thinking that it was unnecessary. You were never going to revive any vampire, but he insisted. Now you knew just how wrong you were. As you waited you went around the room, lighting all the candles. They lit up the room giving it an eerie glow.

Finally, moments later Charlie returned carrying Ben who was still unconscious. "Put him in that coffin." You told him, pointing to Dracula's. He nodded and did as he was told, placing Ben in the coffin.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"You will see." You said, wrapping Ben up in the cloak and slipping Dracula's ring onto his finger before crossing the room pulling down a dagger that hung on the wall. The sheath was solid gold and incredibly dusty, but when you pulled the blade out it was shiny as though it was brand new, glinting in the candle light. Charlie could feel panic setting in, knowing what was coming, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He backed into a corner of the room and shut his eyes not wanting to look, not wanting to see what was to become of his friend.

You stood over the coffin staring down into Ben's face. "Such youth won't be wasted, I assure you. What good would he had made of it anyway?" You said to Charlie, holding the dagger just above Ben's thin, bony neck. "It will serve a much better purpose now." And just as you were about to slit his throat Ben woke up. His eyes widened in terror, he went to scream, but it was too late. You ran the dagger in a deep line across his throat, cutting him from ear to ear. He let out a gurgling sound as blood dripped from his throat and mouth. Charlie covered his ears, unable to bare the horrible sound emanating from Ben's mouth as the life slowly left his body.

Suddenly, a strange mist filled the room engulfing the coffin, swallowing it whole.

"What have you done?!" Charlie cried.

"What I had to. I spent 128 years without him, did you really think I was going to spend another second more?! If you want to blame someone, blame your ancestor. Your friend would still be alive today if it wasn't for him. If he had just left us alone!" You yelled.

Charlie shook his head. "You're monsters!" He accused.

"We are not!" You roared, your voice echoing throughout the room. He fell silent as he saw something within the mist moving. You smiled triumphantly as a hand slowly rose from the under the mist, a hand that did not belong to Ben, but to Dracula himself.

#i think this is one of the longest chapters ive ever written #hope you like it!#dracula x reader #x reader #reader insert #hammer #christopher lee #poor charlie #not my gif

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heeseung - strangers

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࿐ྂ word count: 5.8k+

࿐ྂ pairing: stranger!heeseung x stranger!reader

࿐ྂ genre: PG-15, strangers to lovers!au and 1990's!au

࿐ྂ warning: a bit sad. heeseung first relationship! lee heeseung fans line up!

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23rd June, 1991.

“Yo, Heeseung, my man!” The mentioned lad grinned, approaching his campus best friend, Jay, and greeting him with a high five. Heeseung smiled widely, delighted to meet his friend even if it was probably the last time he’d see him in person, in a very long time.

After getting transferred to one of Australia’s universities, it was only appropriate for Jay to host a farewell party, at least.

“Yo Jay, my handsome man!”

“Yeah, I am the handsome man here!” He replied, opening his arms and acknowledging the compliment, although there wasn’t a hint of conceit in his voice.

“Well, I mean, girls are all over you.” Heeseung jokes, right hand inside his pocket as he slung the other on Jay's shoulder.

“Come on now, we both know who’s fooling around, heeseung. Girls are all over you.” Bringing his wine glass to his mouth, he sipped on the cola and savored the flavor lingering on his lips and tongue.

Heeseung chuckled, then turning his head to glance at the waitress holding a tray with drinks placed on it. Heeseung didn’t miss the way her eyes were already fixed on his figure. He grabbed the cola smoothly from the tray when she passed by him, without daring to make eye contact with her. He didn’t want another girl outside the campus to be all over him. He had enough people swarming over for his attention, and he definitely did not want to be held accountable for any future heartbreaks he didn’t mean to make.

People. All over him. Everyday.

Heeseung had never dated; he always refused when his friends set him up on blind dates. Many have tried and failed, attempting to figure out how to set him up, but never succeeded. And so they simply gave up.

Jay opened his mouth, only to close it back again when Heeseung pointed his index finger at him, knowing he knew what Jay wanted to say.

“I haven’t said anything!”

“I know what you wanted to say. Just shut it.”

Jay rolled his eyes along with a shake of his head, shrugging and muttering, “If you say so.”

He takes a sip of his drink again.

Heesung changed the topic, and it didn’t take long until the conversation between them drifted well. Soon, and before they knew it, Jay’s girlfriend chirped in, discoursing with them as well.

Soon enough, their conversation went wild; there’s laughing all around, talking about school stuff, the hilarious moments they had, reminiscing the moments they’ve had with their other friends just in an attempt to bring back nostalgia. Then, before Heeseung knew it again, the issue about relationships had resurfaced.

While it was nothing detrimental to him, Heeseung still turned away and tried not to listen to it. Deep inside, he knew where the topic where Jay and his girlfriend were heading to. So instead, he tried to distract himself by looking at the people around him one by one, trying to recognize the familiar faces from the campus.

Of course. Jay was a sociable person so he invited people that he knew, including his brother and his sister’s friends. Being a ‘known guy’ on and off campus sure had its perks.

Just when he wanted to rejoin the conversation of Jay and his lover, he caught sight of you, in your dazzling glory, from across the room. Heeseung, stunned on his spot, observed you for a whole minute, inwardly hoping he did not look like a weird stalker as of the moment. Then, his brain went outright blank after hearing your laugh from a distance, then finally seeing your pearly smile.

He felt disoriented, like he’s petrified and doesn’t know what to do next.

All Heeseung knew was that your friend was laughing, followed by you with the topic that she had brought up. Then, to his surprise, you turned around, accidentally making eye contact with just the man who was watching you. That lasted for a brief moment, for in an instant, you were back to laughing around with your friend, your voice seemingly growing louder by the second you get more amused.

Beautiful, Heeseung thought. Your hand covered the wide smile on your lips, and yet he couldn’t bear to take his eyes off of you.

Didn’t he just tell Jay to shut up about relationships? About potential lovers? But, why did he suddenly feel like he wants to listen to your laugh all day, wants to make you smile for as long as he could, have you in his arms as you rejoice in the euphoria of his love? That isn’t what falling in love feels like, isn’t it? It can’t be.

Heeseung surprised himself when he took a step the moment your friend walked away. He was shy, of course he was, but then you stood alone, hand gently placed on top of your elbow, waiting for somebody to come and entertain you. Then you looked back at Heeseung’s spot again, heart skipping a beat when you made eye contact with him for the second time tonight. And with the way you chewed on your bottom lip shyly before looking away, it was enough for Heeseung to know that you were merely waiting for him to make the first move.

He was about to take a step, then he backed away again. He couldn’t just approach you like that… can he? He probably needed some kind of backup or bridge to get to know you.

But as if the heavens heard his scrambled thoughts, it was thanks to destiny that Jay’s sister just happened to walk by in front of him.

“Hey, Dini.” Heeseung caught her arm. She jerked her head as she munched on her snack.

“Whot?” She asked with muffled words, cheeks resembling that of a chipmunk.

“D-d-do you know that girl?” Dini followed where Heeseung was pointing to, shy eyes barely looking at your figure, who stood stiffly on the same spot, unmoving. Dini chuckled and turned to look at Heeseung.

“So, you could fall in love, Mr. Lee.” Dini eyed the brunette man beside her, smirking as she took notice of the way his eyes clung to your face.

“Oh shut it, Park. Just help me get to know her.” Heeseung hissed, embarrassed with her teasing.

“Oof, nice mouth, Lee.” Dini mocked shock while smirking at the flustered man. Heeseung, who seemed unfazed, only glared at her.

“What?” She blinked.

Seconds later, Dini merely rolled her eyes before she walked ahead of Heeseung, lifting and wiggling her index finger as a signal for him to follow her lead.

“C’mon Lee.”

Heeseung's eyes lit up as he followed the little Park. His heartbeat started to race the closer he got to you. Then, Dini stopped to call your name, to catch your attention. Heeseung almost clumsily bumped into Dini’s back like a lost little child.

He regained composure the moment you turned your head, hair flipping back as you looked at their direction with a smile. Heeseung’s heart, now unpredictable, thudded like crazy against his chest as beads of sweat rolled down his temple and gathered on his palms.

“y/n, this is Heeseung. Jake’s best friend. Heeseung, this is y/n, my friend and Rina’s sister.”

Heeseung instantly extended his hand to you, shyly enough for you to know that he’s quite hesitant as you are. Slowly, you enclosed your hand in his in a handshake.

You had to admit, even you cannot look into his beautiful eyes.

The moment your hand touched his, he felt sparks sparkling inside his stomach and his mind instantly went crazy. His breath became shaky, though he still tried his best to give you a smile.

“Hi, y/n. Glad to meet you.” Your ears and the stars in your eyes perked up when a manly yet cute, soft, voice came out of his lips and called your name. Deciding to lift your head, your gaze then met the galaxy in his eyes. Your heart raced against your chest again, like a teenager with a clumsy little crush, your skin crawling and tingling from head to toe. But then you tried your best to conceal your shyness, and gave him a smile.

“Hi, Heeseung, I’m glad to meet you.” At that moment, Heeseung was already smiling from ear to ear.

Thoughts started to fill his mind, and suddenly, he thought that maybe having one more person fall for him wouldn’t seem to be too bad after all— but rather what he somehow wanted. With both of you standing there, hands still clasping each other’s, you shyly looked away as Dini cleared her throat.

“Excuse me lovebirds. Don’t wanna be a third wheel here.” Dini said with a faux annoyed voice, glancing at Heeseung with a smirk on her face.

“Start your move, Lee.” She whispered just as she patted his shoulder before passing by him completely.

As Heeseung withdrew his hand, you shyly tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear. From here, everything would be alright.

After all, all it took was for you to meet Heeseung, a mere stranger a few moments ago, and yet you don’t know why you want to believe in love again. But it’s special, isn’t it?

It must be.

Heeseung had his head buried into his hand, fingers brushing over his features as he sighed. He sat beside the home telephone, the wind blowing harshly from outside the open window as if to boo him.

24th June, 1991.

The whole day, he’d been thinking about stuff, and it wasn’t exactly one you would ever want to hear. Why?

“What’s her name again?”

“I forgot.”

“Lee heeseung, you idiot!”

“Says you!”

And he couldn’t believe it himself. After a whole night of talking, and maybe even flirting, he still forgot your name.

Dating mustn't really be for him.

No. More like, falling in love really isn’t for him.

But then, it might be too early to actually declare anything, right?

As if the lightbulb above Heeseung’s head lit up, he lifted his head, backtracking the events that had happened in the party. Dini left, you both began to talk, hours passed, you were both delirious, he was borderline drunk, so Jay came in to rescue his friend from embarrassing himself, and then you waved goodbye, he started babbling, and so to shut him up… Jay slipped something into his palm.

That’s it.

Heeseung stood up and ran into his room. Taking a small paper in his hand, he ran back to the living room, grabbing the telephone and began punching the numbers written on the paper.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Heeseung placed the paper beside the telephone, still anxiously eyeing the number, praying it’s your home’s phone number and not some prank. It continued ringing, until on the seventh ring, the phone was finally picked up.

“Hello?” —came from the other line. Heeseung’s ears perked up in a mix of surprise and embarrassment. It’s not your voice, it’s a man’s voice. And if this was not your phone number, he swore to himself he’d pummel Jay for it.

“Hello, Mr., This is Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. I’m looking for, um— is this, um—”

“Are you perhaps… looking for y/n?”

When the familiar name left the man’s mouth, Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he found himself inhaling a shaky breath.

“Y-yes, sir. That’s her name.” Heeseung mumbled, blinking blankly while he licked his lips anxiously.

“Alright,” He said, and then there’s a plop from the other line. Heeseung bit his lip and anxiously bounced his legs, hoping he wasn’t too late to finally hit a score.

On the other side of the line, you sat peacefully atop your bed, nibbling on the crown of the pen in your hand— brows drawn into a furrow.

Something about the prose you wrote didn’t seem right.

“y/n, honey!” Called your dad, his voice muffled from the other side of your door.

“Yeah, dad?” You replied without removing your gaze from your little notebook. When he didn’t respond, you looked at the door for a few seconds. Still nothing.

Sighing, you slipped your slippers on, dragging your feet to approach the door.

“Yeah, daddy?” Opening the door and poking your head out from its crack, you turned your head to face your dad’s distinct figure. With the phone in between his shoulder and ear, it was his turn to turn to you, jerking his head towards the phone on the table.

“Heeseung.” He mouthed, and so your eyebrows jerked up reflexively.

“Heeseung?” You repeated softly, blinking as you closed the door behind you and approached your father. Softly, you took it from his hand, sitting on the little couch just beside the table.

Just before you were about to say something, you glanced at your father, who chuckled and generously urged you on, that it’s okay for you to talk to him. Slowly, you placed the phone beside your ear.

“Hello?” Your voice was a little shaky, and the fact that you know very well it was obvious made blood rush to your cheek. Luckily, Heeseung didn’t seem to mind.

“Hey, y/n, it’s Heeseung.”

And oh god, do you feel butterflies at the sound of his voice. Shyly, you tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“Hi, Heeseung.” You greeted him right before chewing on your lower lip. Like a teenager in the peak stage of delirious puppy love, your fingers found its way onto the ringed wires of the phone, and you started to twirl it repeatedly around your finger in giddiness. “What’s up?”

“So, uh… I—” He paused, and with the way he repeatedly hissed at himself, you bit on your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. “I just— ugh, fine, I will go straight to the point.”

He gulped, and then there was silence on the other side of the line for a while. You heard his stuttering, the loud shaky breaths that he kept on taking. He sounded like he was in the peak state of panic, and when the silence grew longer, your brows slowly started to furrow.

“Heeseung? Are you there? Are you o—”

“Go on a date with me?”

Pause.

And then, you could only break into a wide grin.

A mix of words began to flow into your mind, and even though it seemed to be coming in out of excitement and shock, it made sense.

You just know that after the phone call, your notebook will be filled with everything you’ve never thought of. And by the end of the night, your prose will become the most phenomenal one you’ve written yet.

Heeseung still couldn’t believe he was standing in front of your front door, because he asked you out on a date.

1st July, 1991.

He asked you out.

On a date.

Normally, he wouldn’t have given himself so much praise because he wasn’t conceited, but even he himself could not believe it. He finally asked somebody out, not the other way around, and he was pretty damn sure he’s got the hots for you.

And to top all that, you said yes.

The car key clanged against his ring and the jittery boy couldn’t help but slightly jolt on his spot. Upon hearing footsteps come closer to the door, he reached up to make sure his shirt was properly buttoned. The front door opened and he quickly tucked his shirt a bit out from his pants, then inwardly praying you were into that kind of style.

“Bye mum, bye dad!” Rung your voice as you opened the door, giving your smiley parents a wave before finally facing the stupefied man on your doorstep.

Do something.

Lee Heeseung, do some freaking thing.

It was what his mind was telling him to do, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Heeseung stood frozen on his spot, adoring your stylish get-up and the equally shy look on your face.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Heeseung’s eyes widened as he spoke, snapping out of his trance at the same time shaking his head at himself. “Y-you look… gorgeous.” He said in a whisper-like voice, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck shyly.

You chuckled, tucking strands of hair behind your ear. “Thank you.”

“S-shall we?” He asked, stepping aside and extending a hand to gesture to his car. Looking ahead, you saw how badly his hand was shaking, and although you felt the urge to laugh, you didn’t want to embarrass him further, even if for you, it was terribly cute.

“We shall.” You nodded, and heeseung cleared his throat with a bashful smile on his lips.

“Excellent.” He mumbled before making way for you to walk ahead. On the outside, he seemed to look like a semi-calm lad on his first date, maybe a little jittery here and there. But on the inside, he was internally cursing at himself on whether he should’ve held his arm out to you or not. For one, he did not want you to feel uncomfortable about how bold he might’ve seemed. But two, it was supposed to be an act of chivalry.

And yet, the little grin on your face said it all.

Comfortable. That’s how you felt, and it was more than enough.

Lee Heeseung, with the way he moved and acted, showed how he wasn’t rushing to start a relationship, but at the same time made it known to you that he’s seriously interested in you. That he doesn’t want this date to be another mere joke time or something to pass the days by with.

At that moment in time, maybe, you were a little more than strangers, but still a little less than friends.

But something inside of you seemed to assure you that you will be more, in due time.

“Well, my father was driving and his fart was… rather… gut-churning.”

17th August, 1991.

Choking on your food, Heeseung’s laugh seemed to echo in your space inside the restaurant. Immediately, his hand came up to cup your jaw, carefully tilting your head whilst his other hand reached over for the cup of water.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth out of shyness, but your hand landed above Heeseung’s instead. With your other hand, you took the glass of water from his hand, mumbling a little ‘thank you’ to him. Quietly, you drank the water in one go to relax your throat.

You made sure to mumble a quick apology, and Heeseung merely shook his head with a little laugh as if to dismiss it.

The restaurant was elegantly decorated; slow music coming out of the phonograph on the corner where couples danced around at. Both of you kept talking, telling funny stories to each other, relishing in the romantically funny atmosphere. He kept bringing up topics that you were interested in, like how he met Jay and spent most of the time benefiting off of the free meals he’d bought him from being a third wheel.

To say the least, hearing the ‘boring’ life that he had, as what he had claimed, before you arrived, was piquing your interest. And it’s not because you’re a chest-full of pride for going on a date with the rather ‘undateable’ Lee Heeseung, but because he seemed to really be sincere in liking your presence. Like you had made a significant difference in his life, stronger and harder than you never even thought you would.

Seconds later, silence engulfed the atmosphere, with you and Heeseung staring down onto your now empty plates while the music began to waltz louder into your eardrums. You both exchanged shy glances before snorting at your awkward selves, then looking back down again.

Just then, the faint screech of a chair being pushed back catched your attention. Lifting your head, you saw Heeseung extending his hand to you. As if to clarify if you were thinking of the same thing, you locked eyes with him for a moment.

Heeseung nodded and smiled, urging for you to take it, and so you didn’t waste any more time. Holding the napkin from your lap to put on the dining table, you pushed your chair back and stood up, and Heeseung brought you to the dance floor.

Slowly, you began facing each other, and you felt your heart patter wildly against your chest. You were face to face, and it’s not like usual, but you liked it. You liked the feeling.

Heeseung brought your hands to loop behind his neck, though he wasn’t looking you in the eye. A faint blush graced his cheeks, and so teasingly, you stepped in even closer. Heeseung blinked rapidly for a few seconds before you bursted into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, Lee Heeseung. It’s okay to touch me, you know. You can’t keep your hands on your sides forever while we dance.” You grabbed his hand gently, placing it onto your waist. Heeseung inhaled a deep, shaky, breath, but he was trying to bite back a smile.

Soon, both of you swayed along to the music, and the soothing mellow tunes made you slowly begin to lean your head on his shoulder. Your head touched his clothed chest, and you immediately felt his body tense up for a bit before he finally let loose.

“Are you comfortable with this?” Asked him, and a buzz ran down your spine upon hearing his honey-like voice next to your ear. Nodding, you snuggled even closer to his chest, to which you felt it rumble as he let out an adoring chuckle.

A few more seconds into the song and Heeseung calls your name.

Slowly, you lifted your head to give him a curious look, but you were immediately met with his startlingly sparkly orbs. His gaze remained on you for a while until he finally inhaled a breath and said,

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

To say the least, Heeseung felt his heart lighten a bit after he asked you to be his. ‘Twas like a heavy weight was lifted off of his chest, though the uncertainty of what you have to say still beared much weight. Something inside him told him that somehow, it’ll be alright.

For strangers, it might seem to be a little too soon.

But Heeseung believed he shouldn’t wait a lifetime for his happiness to come through when you were already standing right in front of him, shimmering eyes waiting for him to pop the question, lips ready to share the sweetness of your answer.

17th August, 1992.

A year later,

After a year through all of it, Heeseung was more than happy. Euphoric, even. One of the things you’ve both grown to love was having to ride a bike to each other’s houses to bond, sneaking out at late nights to watch the stars, or just going out together on day dates. It was your favorite quality time bonding with him; spending hours on the telephone, or maybe even having to meet at your favorite diner downtown.

Even with the clashing schedules of work, Heeseung made an effort to make you feel happy and loved. There was not a day that passed that he didn’t.

In front of the calendar stood Heeseung, in all his formally handsome glory, staring at the red mark on the paper with a joyous grin.

1st Anniversary with y/n.

He smiled, straightening his back and fixing his brown shirt before he walked to the garage to pick his old bike, a lily bucket flower in his hand. With a little frown on his lips, he sighed, internally cursing Jay for having to have a date with Rina on the same day of your anniversary, and had to borrow his car.

But even though Jake’s beating could wait, your anniversary could not. He’ll deal with him later. For now, he’ll have a long journey ahead of him.

In which, he really is.

“Heeseung? Oh my, you’re sweating.” You gasped as soon as you opened the door, brows drawn into a furrow. But Heeseung was still smiling widely at you like an idiot in love.

“For you, dear. Happy anniversary, I love you.”

Heeseung interjected, ignoring the way you looked so worried while wiping the beads of sweat on his temples. Handing you the bucket of lilies, he placed a sweet kiss on your temple which caught you off guard. Taking the bucket, you inhaled the flowers’ scent.

Just what you love.

Just the thought of Heeseung going through a whole lot to bike his way to your house, and give you a little token of love was enough to make your heart and day full. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you looked up at Heeseung before jumping into his arms, hugging him with a huge smile on your face. Heeseung stumbled a bit backwards due to the shock, but a few seconds later and he was hugging you back, an enamored smile on his lips as he placed a peck on your cheek.

“Thank you, sung!” You backed away, staring at his pretty smile before pinching his cheeks hard. He whined and groaned in pain, though he was laughing along with you. Until he couldn’t feel his cheeks, you let go, making it up to him quickly by placing a quick peck on his lips, then looking around cautiously to see if anybody had seen it.

Upon seeing the coast was clear, you giggled and looked up to adore his smiley face.

“Let's go inside, join the dinner with mum and dad.”

23 March 1993

It was everything you could ever ask for.

You and Heeseung never knew that a sheet of paper could make somebody tremble so badly.

The paper, printed with the logo where Heeseung works at, is shaking in his hand, lightly crumpling by the edge with the way he gripped it. The pounding of his heart was no joke, it reached his ears

“Heesung…”

Quickly, he shut his eyes to stabilize his breathing, inhaling and exhaling so many times, fingers clenched into a fist. Soon, he felt another hand take his; one that helped him throughout his ups and downs in life. A hand that always encouraged him with what he had to do, for his best in his life and for his future. You rubbed circles on the back of his palm and he let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes. His eyes darted from the front to lock with yours, your eyes full of worry yet it made him calm.

Encouragingly, you gave him a smile, he nodded. It’s time.

Letting go of his hand, his index finger and thumb slowly opened the folded paper.

Top left, and you saw the company name.

You just needed the bottom fold.

Heesung trembled a bit before he finally slid his thumb to reveal the answer at the bottom page.

And then, he exhales the breath he was holding.

He took one glance at you, and he saw that your eyes were shaking as you stared at the piece of paper.

Rome.

His company sent him to Rome to continue his work. For two years.

Placing your hand on top of his, you slowly faced him, and he felt his heart hurt at the sight of your worried face. You kept on mumbling, ‘“It’s going to be alright. It’s going to be alright.” But the quiver of your voice and the tears rolling down your cheeks said otherwise.

“I can… I can—” He stuttered, gulping as he tried to come up with something to say. At that moment, you were already letting your tears flow, although you choked back your inaudible sobs.

Silence.

Both you and Heeseung knew that he needed to do it for his dream. He needed it so he could live, and make a living. And you both knew that a long distance relationship like this wouldn’t work. It just wouldn’t, because love is never enough, even when it’s all that you have.

But of course you knew that Heeseung was willing to give it all up for you, too. And yet, as selfish as you want yourself to be, you still don’t want him to give it all up for you. He has to put himself first.

And so, with a facade, you sniffled, shutting your eyes close as you mumbled under your breath,

“Let’s break up. If it’s what’s best for us.”

And just like that, everything that you could ever ask for, was taken from you in the blink of an eye.

You could only hope that by the time he’s back, he wouldn’t become a stranger you just used to know.

September, 1995.

Two years later.

“y/n, do you want to go home together?”

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly shoved the piece of printed paper back inside of your binder. Looking up, you flashed your campus friends a smile with a quirked brow.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. I should just fix up first. You two can go ahead, I’ll catch up!” And so they nodded, doing as you told them to do. When the door slammed shut and they were out of your sight, your smile fell off of your face. And for a brief moment, your fingers, still halfway inside the binder, slowly pulled the photograph back out again.

Not a day passed when you didn’t look longingly at the only memory you have left of Heeseung. Every single day, you even think you forgot how he looked, a little bit more.

Maybe you regret that you broke up with him.

You sighed hopelessly to yourself.

You really do.

But was there anything you could’ve done, and could do?

Sliding the photograph back in, you shoved the binder inside of your bag before you grabbed it and headed out, not wanting to keep your friends waiting.

In fact, there is one thing you could still do.

And it was to continually hope that Heeseung is safe, even if he was no longer in your arms.

Refusing to succumb to the calling of sleep, he rubbed his eyes before straightening up again, working on the papers he’d received from his boss in record speed in hopes of avoiding getting scolded.

Heeseung sighed heavily, sinking deeper to his office chair. One that he’d been repeatedly wearing out by occupying every single day for two whole years. Heck, he couldn’t even feel uncomfortable in it anymore now that he’d gotten used to it; not like he wanted to, though.

Focus.

Focus—

He took a glance from a picture on his desk.

Okay, now back to work—

And then his eyes went back to the photograph. A longer stare.

A bitter smile graced his lips as he saw the look on your face when he’d surprised you on your graduation day. Your smile was the most precious thing for him, he loved seeing it on you. Perhaps, it still is and he still does, too.

Lifting a hand, his finger caressed the frame. He missed you like crazy, mad crazy. If only…

Thoughts began to cloud his head again, and so he shook his head aggressively in a poor attempt to redirect his thoughts. He successfully snapped out of his trance the moment the intern named Jungwon cleared his throat from behind him before sliding a few stacks of papers onto Heeseung’s desk.

The intern had always found him staring at the photograph clipped onto his desk, and it went without saying that the younger understood. At times when Heeseung was starting to get miserable, the least he could do was disturb him with a ton of work, just like he asked.

December 1995.

But deep down, Heeseung still wished for a chance to meet you again.

Heeseung stood stiffly on the familiar grounds of his childhood, his knees still slightly wobbling and fingers still trembling even though he’d been catching up with a lot of people for hours now. Tens and hundreds of other people were still pushing past him, relishing in the night with loud chattering and laughter, the nostalgia of meeting each other in a reunion oddly exciting enough for them.

Perhaps it wasn’t much of a good idea, but Jay had convinced him to come for it was something “harmless”. It didn’t exactly work the same way for them, but he found himself coming, anyway.

The campus looked the same, the people who attended were the same, the people who attended asked the same questions. There was nothing much to see.

Heeseung couldn’t do anything but swirl his drink around his glass repeatedly to amuse himself. Then, he blankly looked down at the liquid, his other hand fiddling with the cloth of the standing bar table. As a sigh escaped his lips, he lifted his head, and it was as if time stopped.

There you were, having just arrived, one of your childhood friends making your presence known to your other batchmates. It was as if Heeseung had no control over himself, for before he could make himself aware of what he was doing, he was already calling for your name.

“y/n.”

Just like that, you turned your head and faced him, the smile on your lips fading, but your eyes made a sheer glimmer.

“Heeseung.” You whispered out, clearing your throat before excusing yourself from your batchmates and taking a few steps closer towards him. “Fancy seeing you here. I really thought you wouldn’t come.”

You fiddled with your clothes, not making eye contact with him. He did the same, his hand now stiffly pressing his wine glass on the table while he tried to calm himself down.

Heeseung gulped, “You too.”

And then silence. Awkward silence.

Thankfully enough, the emcees on the stage began to announce the start of the countdown for the fireworks display. It was enough to bail you out of the awkward situation, so you tried to take advantage of it.

“Well then, I should—”

“I missed you.” Heeseung blurted out just as you turned away to leave. He hissed at himself, shutting his eyes close as he ducked his head down. “So much.”

His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke, and slightly, you turned to face him, looking at him with mellow eyes from over your shoulder. He inhaled a deep, shaky, breath, and then he boldly reached for your wrist, but his grip was gentle and almost pleading for you to stay.

“I know that this is probably not the right time nor the right place to talk about it but—”

Without any more words being said, you pulled him in, cutting him off with a kiss. The tears of longing trickling down your cheeks contrasted the blasts of fireworks from the skies, but your passion and love for one another was still as intense as the crack of the colorful lights.

And so, you meet again.

Not as lovers, not as friends.

But then maybe, just maybe, when the night ends, you will be more than just two strangers with some memories.

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Drawfee Classpects???

I set a while ago to spitefully Classpect the Drawfee crew because they rightfully made fun of homestuck.

PREFACE:

I should state clearly that this is not meant as an attack on any members of Drawfee, and that I will be leaving out the majority of the negative aspects of the analysis. It should also be mentioned that this is more of an analysis of their online personas rather than who they actually are.

I did mention that I would leave out most negative things, but some things are core to a persons persona something they consciously and willingly put out into the world; again, this is not what I actually think these individuals are like, and is not a reflection of how I feel about them as a person. Things like "Julia doesn't know media" and "Jacob is the bad boy of Drawfee" that are explicitly stated as part of the persona is free game.

So, without further ado

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Caldwell, Prospitian Muse of Breath:

A Muse is the embodiment of and the inspiration to others through their aspect. The Muse class is one in a pair of incredibly powerful and rare classes known as the “master classes.”

Breath is the aspect of individuality, drive, optimism, and most importantly freedom.

As the Muse of Breath Caldwell inspires others to be themselves and be free, motivating creativity and driving others to pursue their dreams. Caldwells unbound optimism and resolve is a force to be reckoned with, in fact he so embodies freedom and enthusiastic ambition that he left Drawfee to pursue his own creative endeavors on the west coast.

Caldwell commands not only the forces of Skaia, but Skaia itself; his inspiring aura would be strong enough to end the war between Prospit and Derse in an instant, and even those that opposed him would find it hard to stay committed to their cause for long.

Caldwell would have the power to: a. control the wind, weather, and possibly even lightning by freeing the electrons from their atoms (though that might be an active ability) b. bypass any restraints, physical or otherwise, by any means necessary which c. Also means that he can most likely teleport at will and d. Probably turn incorporeal.

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Nathan, Prospitian Sylph of Hope:

A Sylph is a person who passively invites the healing and generation with their aspect.

Hope is the aspect of possibility, inspiration, and positivity.

As the Sylph of Hope Nathan is the light that helps others with his positivity and inspiration, not only does he help people but he inspires them to create their own hope. A Sylph of Hope would be able to see the potential for positivity in everything, and seek to be as amiable as possible, in turn helping others do the same.

Drawfee is as much a show about success as it is failure, it’s something that people can watch and say “These people make mistakes just like me” and they inspire hope for those down on their art.

One of the longest held of these humanizing aspects of the show is the apology at the end of every episode, which only became a thing after Nathan disliked a drawing so much that he was compelled to apologize, and it stuck. As much as that drawing might have sucked it inspired others who weren’t happy with their art to keep at it, and we are reminded of that after every episode.

Nathan is one of the first members of the crew to assure somebody that even if the piece didn’t come out the way they wanted, that it still looks good and is impressive nonetheless.

Nathan is the glue that holds this session together; with the presence of a prince, a bard, and a lord this session should have been doomed since the start, but Nathan’s pure awe inspiring hope promoted the best in everybody.

Nathan’s powers would include: a. A buff akin to bardic inspiration that could affect people to fight harder b. Healing abilities c. Probably an energy beam d. Manifestations of other’s hopes and dreams in the form of glowy specters like a JoJo stand.

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Julia, Dersite Lord of Void:

A Lord is the embodiment and commander of their aspect, not through inspiration but rather assimilation and domination.

Void is the aspect of confusion, secrets, and doubt.

As the Lord of Void Julia is the sovereign of secrets; unpredictable, unknowable, and the proprietor of unknown knowledge Julia uses her runes and studied knowledge to summon hideous abominations creatures from the void.

Void players have an inextricable link to the furthest ring; the furthest ring is the incomprehensible and unnavigable space that exists outside of the universe. The furthest ring acts as an impassable border between universes inhabited by massive eldritch gods called the “Horrorterrors.”

Julia would not only have the ability to traverse the furthest ring and visit other universes, but she would also have the ability to bend the horrorterrors to her will. She would be able to switch in and out of grimdark mode at will, and most likely would not be adversely effected.

Julias powers would most likely include: a. The creation and manipulation of black holes and the general desperation of physical matter b. The ability to turn invisible and probably teleport c. The ability to erase peoples memories and mute their senses, and d. The ability to speak, read, and write the language of the horrorterrors.

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Jacob, Prospitian Prince of Rage:

A Prince is a destroyer of and with their aspect.

Rage is the aspect of fate, defiance, and rejection.

As the Prince of Rage Jacob is the destroyer of and through failure, negativity, and rejection. Jacob forged his own path, he destroyed his fate as a writer and destroyed the limits and expectations for what an artist could be, and he got a job at college humor despite the odds.

Jacob is also, or was, a punk; a subculture that is predicated on the destruction of barriers through rebellion.

Even though he can use Rage for good he often doesn’t; he is well known for stirring discourse, his particular brand of Rage elicits anger and hatred thanks to his flaming hot takes.

He is also known for his infinite petty anger at dumb things ex. “see animals shouldn’t live under ground,” “lizards shouldn’t have to lick their eyes,” “muppet is short for man-puppet,” “mayo is food lube,” and “if god’s ever been mad at anything I’ve said, he hasn’t done shit about it.”

Jacob’s abilities would be: a. Becoming physically stronger the angrier he gets, or somebody gets at him b. The ability to create and control lightning c. The ability to pacify or remove the anger from somebody d. The ability to make people fear him or e. turn against their own allies.

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Karina, Dersite Knight of Heart:

A Knight is a person who precisely uses and exploits their aspect as a weapon or a tool.

Heart is the aspect of emotion, passion, and identity.

As a Knight of Heart Karina uses feelings as a weapon. Not only does Karina use her powers to literally use the emotions of her characters (see Schmidt and Nando) as a tool to effect others, but she also has deep passions like Neopets, Digimon, and Yugioh that she uses as a weapon to torment the Drawfee crew.

Karina is passionate about her identity, never missing a chance to mention any of her favorite things like Beelzemon, Seto Kaiba, catboys, or her Texan roots (Bucky’s).

Karina would have honed impulses, knowing when and where to act and how to do (or draw) something challenging. She also has the ability to hype up her friends, strengthening their resolve.

Karina’s abilities would be: a. She can create a powerful glowing weapon by materializing her soul b. She could find out the weaknesses, emotions, and insecurities of enemies c. She could split into multiple versions of herself to create a veritable army of clones, and d. Enter a soul form where she is basically impervious to most attacks.

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David, Dersite Maid of Time:

A Maid is a person who heals and regenerates their aspect or with their aspect.

Time is the aspect of machines, music, and endings.

As a Maid of Time David heals time; more often then not time is not an abstract thing, and the responsibility of time players is to keep the timelines in order and fix paradoxes.

David, as the chief editor for Drawfee is responsible for taking whatever dumb shit the crew gives them and edit it to make the video palatable.

David is also interested in theater (see “Artists Draw Posters for Musicals (They've Never Seen)” one of the only episodes in which they appear) which is related to time through music.

An interesting thing to note about Time is that it is often equated with heat, fire, and lava, something David has experience with, revealed in the episode “Drawing What We're Thankful For In 2019” in which Nathan depicts David with an overheating external drive (something that is also mechanical).

David could: a. Essentially freeze time, making moments last for hours b. Heal paradoxes in the time line c. Fix events so they go favorably, or d. Speed up time to heal a wound

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Tristan, Prospitian Mage of Light:

A Mage is a person who understands their aspect by experiencing it.

Light is the aspect of fortune, luck, relevance, and knowledge.

As a Mage of Light Tristan has an innate and personal understanding of lore; Tristan, through his interactions with pop culture, knows a lot about said things.

Mages often experience their aspect in a negative way, seen in the frequent possession of Tristan by the Lore Librarian, and his burden of knowledge about absurd and obscure facts about nerd media.

Tristan is one of the only people on the crew who understands how the game works and what the final boss’s deal is, but you know he’s going to be cryptic and vague about it because it’s funny. Tristan would have the uncanny ability to know what something is without having seen it before.

Tristans abilities are: a. Foresight, he can tell exactly when and where something will happen and manipulate them in his favor b. He can give people luck or take it away c. He can manipulate light and probably use it as a projectile, and d. Know exactly what has to be done at any moment.

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Willie, Dersite Bard of Blood:

A Bard is a person who invites the destruction of or with their aspect

Blood is the aspect of bonds, stability, and unity.

As the Bard of Blood Willie actuates the severing of bonds and the dissolving of stability.

Willie is a change maker, he breaks down the stable and familiar structure of the established group dynamics in Drawfee often in an antagonistic way; Willie is well known for his hatred for Jacob, and his very presence elicits the rage in both of them.

Videos in which Willie appears are marked by hostility, but through him new and interesting things get made.

Being a bard isn’t all bad, Bards of blood are not one sided; A bard of blood has the ability to destroy using the bonds they have, uniting a group of people under a cause to destroy something, like rallying the crew against Jacob.

Willie, like a lot of the crew, has a lot of buffing abilities; utilizing his bonds he can make others more powerful and fight harder than they could otherwise.

Willie’s abilities are: a. Control of literal blood b. Group sync, he acts as a conduit through which the coordination and damage output increases, and c. Dismantle, he can break the bonds of atoms and make physical matter crumble away.

#Drawfee #Classpecting #I think I made it clear in the preface that this isn't meant to be mean spirited #and I tried to make it as inoffensive as possible #but if a member of the crew or one of their mods asks me to take it down i will #in the true drawfee way #I'm sorry

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