#and his coping mechanisms are shot to shit and we WATCH HIM GROW FROM THAT i have cried several times over the most mundane shit
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cannot stop thinking about yungi youth mv
#like what if i throw up#it's about the trauma and the tiredness and picking yourself back up and moving on it's about friendship and home#they lost sight of each other when they were so focused on themselves and their own shit#the shot of mingi in front of the mirrors where the center one is himself and the rest are yunho with his back towards him like !!!!!!!!!!!!#their old coping mechanisms not working#mingi used to use music to shut out the world so he could be alone but now it brings him back to yunho but yunho isn't THEREEEEE#yunho picked up his lore!brother's guitar bc it had been his dream before he died and he was grieving him but here he's smashing it on the-#-wrecked car the thing that took his brother away from him#and u can SEE yunho dancing in the burning house even in the 2 different sets u see flames through the windows#and mingi is watching the cabin burn alone until yunho walks into frame and we can breathe bc he's no longer trapping himself in that house#AND THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE TURNS TO MINGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII#IT'S LIKE. WE'RE BOTH HERE. WE MADE IT AND WE'RE STILL TOGETHER.#gonna puke. idk if anything i've said makes sense it's after midnight and my head is a jumble they just got me feeling a lot#it's about the loneliness it's about the grief it's about watching ur past in third person it's about returning to yourself in the present#mingi i love u forever and ever. his lyrics have always hit the hardest like he Gets me#god this is just such a fever era song so ofc i'm obsessed like the lyrics in that series just fuckin HIT#they talk abt how hard and lonely and scary and confusing and tiring it is growing up and i start thrashing and clawing at the walls#how wonderful to not only be alive at the same time as atz but to be the same age & have similar experiences so their music feels like a hug#like. i'm not alone huh#ANYWAY. did not come here with the intention of saying anything in the tags i was just gonna post that picture but alas#kara can talk
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okayyy things i loved about ofmd s2 today's edition is!! FRENCHIE. what a guy. first off, joel fry, i'm free on thursdays. second, love that he gets promoted to first mate, tries to decline, & IMMEDIATELY disobeys his mad new boss to try and help izzy. he reaches out to izzy a lot tbh and of course frenchie and jim together are the litmus test for how we're meant to feel about izzy.
but frenchie is affectionate with izzy! holds izzy's hand in e1 while fang hugs him, leans against his leg in e3 while they're in zheng's jail, goes back for him in e8 when ed is carrying him forward. i think he grows up a bit esp in the first few episodes & helps his crew at the end (go frenchie!), setting him up to the captaincy at the end.
now that i look back over the series with an eye on frenchie i think they do lay a groundwork for his captaincy - not only does he become ed's first mate but he also has a functioning coping mechanism (a lot has been made of the compartmentalization as frenchie not handling shit but compartmentalization is a legit mechanism and i think once the crew is all back together frenchie gets his shit together pretty fast so u know just bc we don't see frenchie having appropriate outlets doesn't mean he doesn't have any) that would allow frenchie to take a step back and make decisions without necessarily reacting from fear. this is what enables him to fend for izzy!! he can put aside the fear of ed and ask himself, what is the right thing to do? take care of the crew.
other things that slid past me in the first few watches but which i think were more significant than i realized:
in ep 3, when the revenge and the red flag meet, the crew looks to frenchie to answer stede's questions about ed.
auntie talks frenchie (authority) and fang (soft, cultural connection - this is a deft bit of manipulation that totally works btw) aboard the revenge.
frenchie delivers the verdict against ed exiling him from the ship in ep 4 - it can't come from stede, because stede is compromised where ed is concerned, and so instead frenchie is their spokesperson.
we get one final clue as to frenchie's authority and respect among the crew in the post-ep scene of ep 8, where frenchie slips out of the jail - yeah, it's partially because he's thin enough to fit through the bars, but other folks who could fit refuse. he gets the courage up and does it, and it works! he frees the crew!
so you know, i guess i didn't instantly clock frenchie as captain in the final shots of the revenge, but it also didn't ping me as weird that he was giving orders. he's grown a lot over this series. notably, oluwande doesn't take on this sort of active role this series - his arc is a little different with zheng and jim now, his priorities are changing, and he doesn't want to captain the revenge, he wants to follow zheng. just because olu would have been the obvious choice in s1e10 doesn't mean things can't change! olu didn't want to be captain then, he doesn't want to be captain now. that's okay!! the crew have found another leader amongst themselves!!
i'm really excited to see what kind of funky cool badass jacket-wearing captain he'll make in s3!!!
go frenchie!!
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Chapter One - Wistful Thinking
Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)
Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.
But because it was exactly what she wanted.
CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. Future Tags: Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism
A/N: In celebration of Dabi's dance being animated, I'm posting the first chapter of a request for a Bully!Dabi fic that should've been a one-shot, but just went completely off the rails (where have we heard that one before? Lol). Currently, the fic will be completed at three chapters, but I actually really like the idea so it' not impossible that I might expand it further once Play Nice is completed. ^_^
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If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.
That’s what her mother always used to say.
“I told you to get me orange juice.”
She flinched at the venom in Dabi’s tone as he glared up at her from his desk. She stood in front of him, ready for her reprimand like a dutiful employee. A good little slave.
His eyes narrowed when she didn’t answer, “Didn’t I?”
“Y-Yes!” she yelped.
“So what the fuck is this?” he demanded, grabbing the can she’d presented to him and waving it in her face.
She dropped her gaze to the ground, hands wringing anxiously. It wasn’t just the heat of Dabi’s glare or the bite of his words that was making it hard to stay standing. The sadistic amusement of his friends, Jin and Keigo, perched lazily on the desks around him were just as painful. Not to mention the rest of their class watching on with smug little smiles and whispers.
“T-They were out of orange juice,” she stammered, “So I got you orange-flavored tea…”
Dabi watched her, waiting for any more qualifications, any last excuses. But her eyes stayed down, lips stayed shut. The only change was in her now shuffling feet.
So he popped open the tab and took a drink.
“Hmm.”
Hope swelled in her chest. Maybe she’d done enough this time. She looked up tentatively. Bored, piercing blue awaited her. He held her there for a moment, letting her think, letting her settle into relief and security.
Catching her in a trap.
He smirked.
“It’s fucking disgusting.”
And threw the open can straight at her chest.
It hit her with an audible force, dousing her uniform and splashing all over the desk and floor.
Jin snorted out a laugh, “Oh shit.”
Keigo next to him was noticeably silent, just watching for her reaction.
“Seriously, how can you be this useless?” Dabi spat, pulling his legs off the desk before any of the tea could spread to his shoes.
Dripping, she tried desperately to fight the quiver from her lip. It was not a fight she was winning.
He stood with an annoyed sigh, “Now I’ve gotta go get it myself. Happy?
She didn’t dare respond, not with that familiar lump growing larger and larger in her throat. If she so much as breathed in that moment, she’d cry for sure. And crying in front of Dabi would only make things worse.
So much worse.
“Better clean up your mess before class starts if you don’t want to get in trouble,” he called back as he made his way to the door, Jin close behind him.
Keigo stayed for a moment, watching with furrowed brows as she knelt down on trembling legs into the spreading orange-tinted puddle.
“Oi, Bird Brain. Let’s go!”
He quickly turned on his heel, following the call without a second thought.
She picked the can up, fruitlessly trying to stop the spill — it was practically empty at this point.
If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.
She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her.
That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.
But because it was exactly what she wanted.
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the language of flowers and silent things
Whumptober 2023: Day 22 - Watch Out
Warnings: words said in anger, grief, depression
Word Count: 1.6k (gif not mine)
Summary: Clint recovers from the fallout of the Avengers.
A/N: <3
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2012
NEW YORK
“Get up,” Natasha tells him, the level of despondency irritating her.
She hasn’t left him alone, and whilst she understands this depression, she can’t understand the lack of self preservation that comes with it.
He hasn’t eaten, drunk water only when she’s told him too, and barely got out of bed.
He raises his head and looks at her in a pout.
“Not today,” he says, his voice crackling.
“Today is the day we meet with Fury,” she replies, pointing to the calendar.
“No,” he sighs, “go without me,”
She rips the sheets off him, and pushes a coffee into his hands.
“There’s no, “go without me”, not for this, this is Fury giving you grace, and now you have to deal with the mindfuck that was Loki.”
Clint looks at her betrayed.
“Don’t say his name,” he says angrily.
“Why? It shouldn’t matter, he’s done, he’s gone, we won, we didn’t die.”
“Yeah cause that’s exactly how you responded when you killed Dreykov,” he retorts, meanly.
“What?”
The words feel scathing and Clint can’t seem to stop them.
“Don’t you remember? You couldn’t even make it out of Budapest, you had the nightmares, you couldn’t function without help either.”
“You dissociate and can’t cope and I take it on, but when it turns the other way and I need time to not be in the world, you force it on me.”
He feels his face grow hot as he throws words at her.
“You were compromised, just like I am, and I protected you through it, and now, you can’t even do this. Some partner you turned out to be.”
He pulls the covers over himself and turns his back on her.
She feels anger, and then sadness roll over her.
“Phil would tell you to get up,” she says, a parting shot that makes him feel like shit.
He’s right of course, but she never thought that period of time would ever be used against her as a weapon.
Grabbing her jacket, she leaves, slamming the door behind her.
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Entering Shield by herself, she feels eyes watching. They can’t kill her with looks, but the judgement still feels hurtful. Much like when she first defected the label of double agent plagued her.
Small hurts like changing the temperature of her room, stalking her, taunting her, all protected by Clint and Maria.
It makes Clint’s words hurt all the more.
She seeks Maria, knowing she’ll be close to Fury, and finding her way to the offices of Shield, hoping for privacy.
As she passes the empty office of Agent Phil Coulson, she pauses to touch the door.
Grief floods her, as she hold back the emotion, biting hard on her lip. The arrays of bouquets that line the door makes everything more real.
She hates him a little for making her face this alone, despite the difficulties he’s facing.
Natasha moves forward, hoping Maria is actually in her office, and finding the door slightly open.
Maria looks up.
“Nat,” she says, a tone of surprise.
“Where’s Clint? He has a meeting with Fury in twenty minutes,” she says quickly.
“Can I…” she sighs and stops.
“Clint’s not coming, I can’t get him out of bed, let alone out of the apartment,” she confesses.
Maria stops and watches Natasha.
“What?”
She calls through to Fury and cancels the meeting, and tells him she’s going to handle the debrief; then grabbing her jacket, she ushers Natasha out of the room.
“Come on,” she says, to Natasha. “Let’s go see the boy.”
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“He said what?”
Maria breaks hard, almost rear ending the car in front.
“Nothing,” Natasha mumbles.
“Nat, that’s mean, he was mean, he has no right to judge you on how you reacted from defecting from your country, killing a man who tortured you and your coping mechanisms.”
Natasha stares out the window.
“I’m judging him on how he’s coping, and how long it’s taking him to reach equilibrium,” she sighs.
“You can reason this out all you want but what he said was mean, you didn’t do anything wrong and probably, you’re one that’s been protecting him from almost everything. You even took on Fury to negotiate more time. Nat, he shouldn’t have said what he said.”
Natasha continues to stare out the window, feeling emotions pulse through her as she knows that Maria is right.
“I don’t think I want to go back,” she confesses, sucking in a stuttering breath at the admission.
Selfishly she feels, she makes a decision based on what she wants and how she feels; not wanting to face Clint or his anger again.
Maria nods.
“I’ll go, I’ve got him for a bit, is there somewhere you want to go?”
Natasha wants to be alone.
“Just drop me at Grand Central Station,” she asks, knowing exactly where she wants to go.
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Natasha loves the view from the Grand Central Station, finds it calming to watch the people milling around from tourist to regular New Yorkers.
Even aliens could stop this place, though the marks of damage still show.
They’d tried, she thinks, to fix what they could.
She finds a seat, opens her sandwich and sits and eats, letting the noises wash over her.
She analyses the old man’s gait, determining a hip injury, an old one it seems, then turns her attention to a young woman; stylish in her heels as she stalks across the station.
Two men clasp hands in greeting and walk off together, one animatedly talking to the other as he explained something Natasha couldn’t hear.
Natasha puts in headphones, no music attached, and watches the world.
It feels different here; maybe because so much has happened but still the place functions as though it hasn’t.
Maybe that’s her downfall.
She’s trying to function with Clint as though nothing has happened, trying to make him move past it like it never happened.
But it has.
People died at Clint’s hand.
Phil died trying to protect them all.
Clint lost control of himself.
And, she supposed, they were Avengers now.
Even their jobs had changed in the space of hours.
She sighs, rubbing her eyes in frustration and grief.
The clock alerts her to the later hour as the amount of people dwindles. Past 6pm, she realises that she’d left Clint with Maria for over 10 hours and guilt builds in her chest.
She stands abruptly, making her way for the door.
“Watch out!” the lady calls, her son barreling straight into Natasha’s leg.
He bounces off her and starts to cry.
Natasha squats and looks at the little boy, offering her hand to help him up.
The mother catches up to him and apologizes profusely.
“He moves with such haste, and never watches where he’s going.”
Natasha smiles, though watery she pulls herself together to wave it off.
The boy, still crying turns to his mother.
“Can I show you something?
She uses Clint’s favourite trick and pulls a coin from his ear, and in doing so, it gives her an idea.
The little boy stops crying, and she does it again.
Even the mother is smiling.
“Thank you—“ the woman starts, “wait— are you? Are you the Black Widow?”
The words and the name feel jarring out of the woman’s mouth, and the little boys eyes go wide.
“Do you know Iron Man?” he asks.
The woman shushes him, and grabs for Natasha’s hand.
“Thank you,” she says, “my brother was on the bus that Hawkeye saved and got the people out of.”
Natasha nods.
“I’ll let him know,” she smiles.
Moving away, Natasha pushes down the anxiety of being recognised and heads home, with an idea and a story to tell Clint.
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The takeaway sits on the bench, as she moves into the apartment, nervous if there’s any more vitriol she’s going to walk into.
Finding him showered, clothes changed and sitting upright, Clint stands as she walks in.
“I’m sorry,” he opens.
“I shouldn’t have said the things I did, and I don’t know why I did,” he confesses.
“I’m aware I haven’t… been at my best, but the last few months have been hard. I know it’s no excuse, I know, I need to do better but—“
“It’s hard,” Natasha finishes.
“Yeah,” he finishes.
She nods.
“Come and eat something,” she offers, and walking back out to the kitchen, and pulling the food out of the bag.
“I think you’re doing better,” she comments, “but I think we need a project. Do you remember when you taught me the coin magic trick? I think we need to learn something new.”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t…”
She nods, “I’m going to teach you some Russian. Better Russian.”
He almost chokes on his food.
“It’s going to help,” she says confidently.
“Maria’s mandated therapy weekly,” he confesses.
“I know, she told me,” Natasha replies.
“I have to go in tomorrow,” he tells her, playing with the food.
“Do you want me to come?”
Natasha still feels the sting of the words from the morning but seeing him trying so hard when the day before he’d done nothing, lessens the hurt a little.
He nods.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” he says again.
“Vsyo v poryadke,” she replies.
He stares.
“Everything is in order, it is okay,” she reassured him, even though she’s not sure, even if she’s worried about the future, even about the hurt he can cause her and just how compromised she is by this relationship.
He drops his chopsticks and moves to her seat.
“Ya tyebya lyublyu,” he says softly.
“I love you too,” she replies.
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Day 1: A little out of the ordinary
➢Prompt: "This was never supposed to happen"
➢character: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw'
➢warnings: death, TOPGUN shit, whump, unhealthy coping mechanisms
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Bradley sighed as he fixed his tie in the mirror. He hated this uniform more than anything. The jacket was heavy, and hot. He also had to wear a long sleeve polyester button up that he hated as well. It was just overall hot and uncomfortable. He would rather wear his khakis or his whites, but it wasn’t proper funeral attire. Bradley clenched his jaw and grabbed his white hat, looking at the gold medallion on it, making sure there were no smudges on it.
“Rooster,” Bradley looked up to see Maverick in the doorway. His brown eyes went from his godfather, to the little girl that was holding on to his hand, “Lily wanted to see you.”
“Come here, baby,” Bradley said and kneeled down to the ground, as his daughter left her grandfather's side and ran to him. It had been a hard couple weeks for both of them. Lily was only four and trying to grasp what was going on was hard.
“You look pretty,” Lily said, and gently touched one of the medals on his uniform.
“Thank you,” Bradley smiled and kissed her forehead, “You understand what’s going on today?”
“Mommy’s funeral,” Lily said, her brown eyes looking up at him.
Bradley nodded and tried to keep the tears from falling. It was never supposed to happen, she should’ve never been on that mission too, but she was one of the best, like Bradley, and everyone knew it. They knew the risks of flying the mission, Maverick had said it when he first showed them the plan. She wasn’t picked, not at first, she was going to be on standby, it was Bradley who was going.
Y/N had heard her husband be shot down, and it felt like a knife had gone through her chest. She was thinking in her mind about how she was going to have to go home and tell Lily that her father and grandfather were dead. Bradley had shared with Y/N what it was like growing up without his dad, how he could remember the day a man in uniform showed up at the front door to tell them what happened. Neither one wanted to have to live that moment, but Y/N would choose a stranger at the door rather than hearing her husband being shot out of the sky.
She had been called out for backup when Maverick and Bradley became airborne again. It was her and Hangman in the sky when they became overrun with fifth gens. Y/N knew that someone had to go save Maverick and Bradley, and the other needed to intercept one of the fifth gen. They were moving in sync, before Y/N pulled right, leaving Hangman, and taking on the fifth gen.
“Bradshaw! God dammit!” Hangman yelled out, as he watched his wingman go straight for the fighter.
“I got this,” Y/N said.
The last image that anyone had was the shot of Y/N’s plane going straight for the fifth gen, and breaking apart. Bradley had watched it right in front of him, yelling for her to eject, but never saw the chute. Maverick got them back to the carrier, and Bradley immediately went to Admiral Simpson demanding a search and rescue go out. Cyclone and Maverick shared a look, knowing it was not going to be a rescue, but a recovery. Bradley stood on the flight deck for hours, waiting for the chopper to come back with his wife. It took nearly six hours for them to return, medics and officers pushing Bradley away from her body as they took her into the belly of the ship. It was another two hours before Admiral Simpson, Bates and Maverick called Bradley into a room and told him that very familiar message he had heard thirty years ago.
“Daddy, why are you crying?” Lily asked, placing her small hands on his face and wiping away a tear, “She’s with your mommy and daddy!”
“I know baby,” Rooster said, and stood up, “We gotta get going okay.”
Lily nodded, and took her dad’s hand. The drive to the cemetery was silent as Lily looked out the window at the bright blue sky. Rooster was happy that it was sunny out, knowing how much Y/N hated the rain. Pulling up to the cemetery, he could see the large crowd of service members already there. He knew that Y/N didn’t want a big funeral, something small and “to the point” she would say. Rooster helped Lily out of the car, and held her hand as they walked towards the plot. The dagger squad stood behind them, putting up a united front.
Hangman looked horrible, he had been the closest to Y/N besides Bradley, of course. Hangman and Y/N had gone to the academy together and had flown together for years. According to Phoenix, he hasn’t spent a day sober since the Uranium Mission. Rooster gave Hangman a slight nod, as he stood in front with his daughter. The crowd was called to attention as they brought the flagged covered casket. Bradley closed his eyes, the memories of his father’s funeral flooding his mind.
“Group, attention!” An officer called out, and turned to face the casket in the back of the hearse. Carole stood up from her seat, and grabbed Bradley’s hand, pulling him up as well. Bradley felt hot in the suit and tie his mom put him in. He held on tightly to the toy airplane his dad had given him three days ago.
Bradley’s brown eyes watched as they brought the casket over, and set it on the rollers in front of them. He had only seen this happen in the movies, but he knew what it was. He hardly paid attention to the chaplain as he spoke, his eyes never leaving the casket. He was hoping to see his uncle Maverick, but the only person he somewhat recognized was Uncle Ice, but he was wearing his hat brim low, so it was hard to see his eyes. Bradley watched in amazement as they folded the flag that was on the casket and then walked over to him.
“This is for you, on behalf of the department of the Navy,” Iceman said to Bradley. Bradley nodded and took the folded flag that had a copy of his dad’s dog tags on them. He then watched as Ice stood up, and saluted the flag before going back to his spot by the side of the casket.
Bradley blinked as he watched as Hangman walked over to Lily, holding the folded flag in his hands. He kneeled down in front of her, and Lily gave him a smile.
“This is for you, on behalf of the department of the Navy,” Jake said to her. Lily nodded and took the folded flag that had a copy of her mother’s dog tags. Hangman then stood up and saluted the flag, then moved back to his spot by her casket.
Bradley took a deep breath as he took a step forward, walking up the deep mahogany colored wood. He took his wings off his chest, and ran his thumb over them. He lifted them to his lips, placing a kiss on them, before placing them on the middle of her casket. He took a deep breath,
“This was never supposed to happen,” He said and pounded the wings into the casket. He then looked up at the picture from her TOPGUN graduation, and saluted her.
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death valley (m) | part 7
summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 9.3k
warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin
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a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA
F L A S H B A C K--
The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate.
He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.
“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind”
Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.
“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.
“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.
"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.
“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive.
Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”
“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.
Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.
“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”
Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”
Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently.
Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.
You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”
Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face.
Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased.
Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him.
Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.
“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm.
P R E S E N T D A Y--
Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.
To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.
Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.
“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat.
“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane”
You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure.
“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”
“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”
Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”
“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.
His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet.
And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.
“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.
Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”
You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”
Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure.
That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi.
Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.
“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans.
“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length.
“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good.
“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight, the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably.
His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”
He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.
He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.
He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure.
His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.
Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose.
“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven.
Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.
Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all.
Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time.
Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts.
“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”
Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby.
-
Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard.
“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.
“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"
“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”
Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”
“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”
The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”
Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.
“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”
“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”
Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”
Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.
“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”
Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”
“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”
Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”
Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.
“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”
-
The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.
Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it.
“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”
You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.
“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.
Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could.
To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”
“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”
Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.
You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect.
“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper.
He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”
“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”
Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”
You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.
Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.
Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror.
You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace.
“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter.
He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.
“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.
“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”
You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.
You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”
He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.
"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”
“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens”
Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge.
“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”
You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this.
“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”
-
The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.
“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement.
A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair.
“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”
“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”
Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”
“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”
“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”
Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”
Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”
Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”
“And I get to kill them. My way”
Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”
-
The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm.
He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.
He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.
You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.
“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly.
You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud.
You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.
Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.
Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire.
You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other.
His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back.
“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”
-
Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets.
He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life.
And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.
“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.
You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly.
“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist.
“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,
“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.
“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer.
He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.
“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.
You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation.
He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”
He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.
Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.
You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length.
He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.
You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face.
“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.
You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest.
“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?” He dug his nails into you making you wince.
“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.
“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.
“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”
Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest.
“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”
Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights.
-
Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration.
A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.
Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head.
He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.
“Have you seen Y/n?”
Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused.
“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”
“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”
Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”
Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know”
“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”
Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense.
Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run.
Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”
“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”
His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.
“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”
You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.
“Why?”
You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.
“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”
Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.
“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”
“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks.
You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold. The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible.
Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.
“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.
“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”
You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.
“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.
“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.
“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”
You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”
“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”
He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over.
The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot.
Why did that turn you on so much?
Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.
“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t.
“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another.
Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”
He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim.
“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good.
“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.
“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams.
“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it.
“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.
You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.
-
Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen.
“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit.
“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”
He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”
“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there.
“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”
Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”
You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall.
The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.
Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.
Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.
He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?
His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?
He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.
“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock.
“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.
“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.
“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead”
Your heart dropped. “Who...?”
“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”
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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;)
also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional
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Summary: You find your boyfriend cheating with one of your friends after getting home from work and call the person you always call when shit hits the fan.
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader
Wordcount: 2.9k
Warnings: infidelity, angst, best friends to lovers (maybe?)
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The rational part of your brain knew that nothing good would come out of opening that door. You had ears and eyes. You heard the moans and saw the clothes discarded on the floor. Like they invited you to follow the path.
The irrational part needed proof to connect the very clear thing that was happening right behind that door. The door to your bedroom. Of the apartment that you had shared with your boyfriend for the last year.
It was silly really--you finished work early, picked up his favorite take out, and you had wanted to spend the evening watching reruns of some shitty sitcom.
Closing your eyes you tried to wake up from the nightmare you were starring in before you pushed the door open.
You thought you were somewhat prepared for the picture behind the door. Finding one of our closest friends riding your boyfriend’s dick wasn’t anything you could prepare for. They didn’t even notice you until you let your purse fall to the ground.
Excuses trembled from their lips immediately.
“I’m gonna make a call,” you said, daring yourself not to choke. “And I want you out of this place in the next three minutes.”
You knew as soon as you made this call that you had less than 10 minutes until he would show up and probably strangle both of the people in your bedroom. And you would probably let him.
He picked up after the first ring.
“I’m really busy.”
“Javi…” you finally sobbed.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m… Fuck. Sorry. I don’t want to keep you if you’re busy.”
“I’ll be over in 10,” and the line goes dead.
It was your coping mechanism. Calling Javier when shit hits the fan. Because he was the only person who understood the way you were. Because he lived with you through it. He and your brother had been best friends growing up. You were always the little annoying sister until you hit your teens. From that moment on you, your brother and Javier were inseparable.
He was the one who showed up at your parent’s house in the middle of the night with the news that would change your life forever.
At only 25, your brother had been killed. He wasn’t even supposed to be there but volunteered. Javi and him had both joined the police after school. It had been their dream.
But something changed after your brother died. Javier joined the DEA in the hope to bring some kind of justice. Because your brother had been shot during a drug raid.
Javier took over the role of your big brother without any complications. He was the one who bought you your first drink. He was the one who helped you move into your own apartment. He was the one person you knew to call when you just needed someone to talk to.
“Babe please… Just let me explain,” the man you loved stopped in front of you, now fully dressed. You looked up, fairly proud of yourself that you hadn’t started crying yet. But the longer you looked at him, the angrier you got. And your body’s coping mechanism was to cry when you’re angry.
“Then explain. Explain why I found you, balls deep inside of one of my best friends in the bed we had sex in this morning,” you looked him in the eyes.
“You weren’t even supposed to be home…”
“Oh. So it’s my fault. Okay I get it,” You shook your head, rolling your eyes.
“No… Fuck. I love you,” he went down on his knees in front of you.
“You have a funny way of showing that,” you whispered. You looked to your right, seeing your friend sneak out of the apartment, not even looking at you.
“I’ll have your stuff packed this weekend, you can pick it up on Monday. Keys?” you held your hand out.
“You can’t do that,” he said, breathing deeply through his nose.
“I already did. Keys?”
“I think you heard her, Keys,” you looked to your left where Javi was standing in the doorway. You hadn’t even heard him come in. He had crossed his arms, his eyebrow raised. You looked away from him when a key was placed in your hand.
“Where am I supposed to go?” he asked.
“You should have thought about that before you fucked someone else in our bed,” you said. He shook his head, cursing to himself before he finally got up and walked out. You sucked your bottom lip in, closing your eyes. You only looked up when you heard the front door close and finally, you let the tears escape. Javier sat down next to you, his arms around you immediately.
“I got you, honey,” he mumbled into your hair, letting you cry into his shirt.
You didn’t know when you fell asleep. Blinking your eyes open you were met with darkness, a blanket over your body to keep you warm. Javier was nowhere to be found but you heard some noise from the back. Sighing quietly you shuffled the blanket off and walked towards the noise. Javier was standing in your bedroom, changing the sheets. And you felt like crying again only from the sweet gesture.
“You don’t have to do that. I was thinking about burning the whole thing down,” you said. Javi looked at you while he continued to change the bedding.
“Bed’s are fucking expensive.”
“Don’t care,” you grumbled.
“You know I could arrest him. I’m sure I’ll find something.”
“That’s very nice of you, but no. Shouldn’t you be home with your fiancè?”
Javi sighed. You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks. His wedding was in three weeks. You already had your dress. You groaned thinking about how you would now have to attend alone.
“Everything okay?” You asked, helping him with the blanket.
“Yeah. Yeah,” he shrugged.
“You’re a terrible liar, Peña,” you teased.
“I’m just tired,” he lied again.
“Okay. You don’t want to talk about it. But then at least get some sleep,” you pleaded. The bedding was changed and you let yourself fall into the covers. Javi looked down at you.
“Come on. Get those pants off and sleep.”
“If that’s you flirting…” he smirked.
“Ugh gross,” you shivered, throwing a pillow. He laughed, switching the lights off and you felt the bed dip beside you.
“Love you,” you mumbled, already half asleep as you reached for his hand. You didn’t see the way he looked at you as he heard these words from your lips.
Sooner than you thought it was the week before Javi’s wedding. And as assigned best (wo)man you made it your goal to take Javi out for one last night as a bachelor.
You couldn’t picture Javier married. You knew him for the most part of your life, so you knew he wasn’t really looking for commitment. You never really had seen him in love. At least you didn’t think so. Javier was a very private person. Though he assured you that he very much wanted to get married. He was the one who asked her after all. You didn’t have much of a relationship with Lorraine. Sometimes you felt like she was jealous of the way you and Javi could just read each other. In the beginning, you made an effort to become friends with her, but you never really got warm with each other. But she made Javi happy, so you were happy for him.
“Peña, get your ass out of there, we’re not going to a beauty contest.”
You took one last look into the mirror. Lorraine wasn’t home anymore, she was spending the last week before the wedding at her parent’s house. You decided that while this night was about Javi, it would be nice to flirt a little. You were still heartbroken about the way everything ended with your ex. You needed a distraction.
“Wow, you look…” Javi said and you turned around with a smile on your lips.
“You like? Gotta up my game when I’m with you,” you winked. You were wearing a dark blue mini skirt, some heels and a white top.
“You look nice,” he said, grabbing his pack of cigarettes, putting it in the pocket of his leather jacket. He was wearing his signature look, tight blue jeans and a black dress shirt, tucked into his jeans. Of course his shirt was unbuttoned and you could see him wearing the golden chain you had gifted him for his thirtieth birthday last year. Smiling softly, you looked up at him.
“Ready to get drunk, Peña?” you asked, holding out your hand.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he chuckled, taking your hand and led you out of the apartment.
“I applied for a job,” Javi announced. You were both sitting in your favorite bar, a couple of drinks in.
“But you have a job,” you said thinking.
“Yeah I know. I just… fuck. I don’t know,” his fingers rubbed over his eyes. He had taken his jacket off at some point.
“What is it?”
“Drug enforcement in Bogotà.”
“Like… Colombia?” you asked, your voice a little louder than intended. Fuck, these drinks were getting to you.
“Yeah. And I got it.”
“You gonna leave?” you asked, not knowing how to process this information.
“Yeah... No… Fuck I really don’t know.”
“What did Lorraine say?”
“She doesn’t know about it. You’re the first person I told.”
You sighed, bringing your drink to your lips and emptying it completely.
“What exactly are you planning on doing?” you asked looking at him. Really looking at him. He looked more tired than usual. There were little lines forming around his eyes. He was getting older.
“I don’t know if I love Lorraine enough,” he admitted. You closed your eyes, nodding.
“Come on,” you held your hand out for him. “Let’s talk somewhere quieter.”
The walk back to your apartment was spent quiet. Javier was about to light his second cigarette when you decided to speak up.
“So Columbia huh?” you asked. He sighed, putting the cigarette away. He looked at you from his side.
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t tell Lorraine.”
He nodded.
“Javier, what are you doing?” you stopped walking.
“I.. Fuck I don’t know.”
“You gonna go to Columbia?” you crossed your arms in front of you, looking up at your friend. He looked tired, maybe even sad. You couldn’t name it.
“Yeah, I want to,” he said after a while, his hands in his pockets.
“You gonna marry Lorraine without telling her?”
“I don’t know if I want to marry her,” there it was, out in the open. The words you knew had been on his mind for a while now. Javier might think he’s a good liar, but you knew him better. You knew that about two months ago he was already trying to get out of the engagement. But he felt like he couldn’t. Because Lorraine had told him that she was pregnant.
“You know that she’s not pregnant, right?” you stepped closer towards him.
“Yeah.”
“Then you should do what makes you happy.”
“I don’t know if going to Colombia will make me happy.”
“Will staying here and marrying a woman you don’t love make you happy, Javier?”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“Javier you’re a grown man, you can do what you want,” you squeezed his arm. You found yourself in his arms in the next moment and you smiled against his shoulder, as he kissed the top of your head.
“What if I’m scared to do what I want?”
“It’s always scary to follow your heart. But if you’ll never try, you will never know what could have been.”
“When did you become so wise?” he asked and you chuckled.
“Get your heart broken over and over again will do that to you.”
The next days were a whirlwind. Javier broke off his engagement with Lorraine and accepted the job in Bogota. He would be leaving in 4 days.
You on the other end had actually looked into going to Bogota too. Nothing was holding you here. Javier really was your only friend and after the shitshow that happened with your ex you had been looking into changing something in your life anyways. Why not move countries?
Call it desperate, but you weren’t looking forward to not being able to see Javier whenever you wanted. For the last 15 years, he had just been a call away. Something told you that working for the DEA to bring down Escobar would change the man you knew. The least you could do was be there for him.
“I’m coming with you,” you announced the night before he would leave. You were helping him pack his stuff.
“What do you mean?” he looked at you.
“I mean, that I am coming with you to live in Bogotà. You’re not the only one with contacts you know?”
“Are you insane?” he asked and you frowned.
“Not more than usual. Look,” you walked over to him. “I was looking into finding something new anyways. You don’t even have to see me if you don’t want to. But I would feel better if I knew that you are not alone down there,” you smiled softly at him. He looked absolutely devastated, yet you could see tears pooling in his eyes.
“It’s not safe for you there. Escobar…”
“Javier. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. And I’m going to be working at the embassy and most likely live in one of their secure buildings, I’m gonna be fine.”
“You better be, I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t. I’ll be there to annoy you whenever you want to until the end of time,” you winked and he let out a chuckle before his face got serious.
“I love you,” he said quietly. You smiled.
“I love you too,” you said and he shook his head.
“No. You don’t understand. I am in love with you. I keep thinking about you all the fucking time.”
“Javier…” you said quietly.
“And I know that’s fucked up. You’ve been like a sister to me. But I just can’t stop thinking about you. I wanna make you smile. I wanna hold you, Fuck I wanna…”
“Javier,” you said louder, his eyes finally on yours. He stopped talking and just looked at you, his eyes so warm it took your breath away. He loved you?
“I… I need to think about this. You gotta give me time to process this,” you said, feeling overwhelmed by his confession.
“Of... Of course,” he said, looking away from you. You saw the way his shoulders fell as he turned around to continue packing.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at the airport yeah?” you said. You only saw him nod before you grabbed your purse and walked out of his apartment.
You didn’t know what to do with his confession. Did you love Javier more than a brother? Maybe you were having a crush on him a long time ago but that must have been at least 10 years ago. He was just… Javier. The one you called when you needed to talk. The one who always had an open ear for you. You thought about him too. Yet sometimes you wondered about how it would be if he got married. Was the reason you never really got warm with Lorraine because you were… jealous?
You spend the whole night wondering about your feelings towards Javier until you fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning came and you were looking at your packed suitcases next to your door. No matter your feelings towards Javier you were going to Colombia. Your transfer was already approved, your apartment terminated. You just had to make a decision as to what your feelings towards Javier were. Deep down you knew what your feelings were. You were just too scared to admit them to yourself. Acknowledging your feelings would raise the possibility of ruining the friendship between you two.
You sighed when your doorbell rang, the taxi for the airport waiting downstairs. Time to go.
Javier didn’t know you would be flying out with him. You hadn’t told him. You saw him outside of the airport with his father. You breathed in deep as you got out of the cab, paying the driver as he got your suitcases out and walked over, putting your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head, turning his body towards you when he saw that it was you. You didn’t say anything, just gestured to the back so you could talk to him in private.
“Hey,” you said as you were out of earshot from his father.
“Hey,” he replied.
“So about what you told me yesterday. I don’t know if I love you like that. I do love you Javier, but maybe give me some time to figure out my feelings? I don’t want to lose you as a friend. Ever.”
“You don’t know or you’re scared?” He got you there.
“I’m scared,” you admitted. He took your hand in his.
“Nothing is gonna ruin our friendship, I promise. But I’ll give you all the time in the world.”
He looked so genuine, his eyes so soft and warm and full of love.
“Okay,” you squeezed his hand.
“Okay,” he smiled and you let him lead you into the airport, your hand in his.
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My hot take on the Evangelion 3.0+1.0 movie
-40 mins of shinji crying, trying to get over the trauma seeing Kaworus head explode and splatter across the window is relatable.
- Mari confused the fuck out of me. Her existence didn't make much sense but ok. Too much boob shots, too much fan service.
- Asukas story was good. Liked that she's also a Type series like Rei. Too much fanserves. They put a shit ton of detail on her naked body. I hated it.
- the Angel concept of Asuka was cool though it was predictable.
- So little of Ritsuko and Misato. Little to no personality.
- Kaji probably controlled Mark 6 to cut off Liliths head to stop the impact. (theory / headcanon / could have been kaworu as well but damn)
- hated that everyone was blaming shinji even tho he saved everyone at the same time. Ungreatful people, trying to blame a kid for ALLL the mess is pretty messed up.
- Kaworu and Asukas soul piloting Eva 13 lmao (I assume at least that's the case)
- I was laughing so ugly about the animation fo 3d Rei. Didn't give me the creeps, I was just making fun of it.
- some scenes are quiet awkwardly cut.
-I HATED the 3d fight between Eva 13 and Eva 1. It felt unfinished and unpolished.
- I did like the trueman show style of backdrop in the fight, where Eva 01 slammed through the scene wall.
- funny headless mannequin flying hand in hand 3d style. Looked ugly af but I can see the artistics in it.
- Weird but, the voice of Fuyutsuki sounded off, as if it was wrongly recorded. Maybe it was just me.
- "The key of Nebukadnezar ITS FULL CYCLE BOYS" urgh.
- Shinji putting the fucking dss choker on like the Chad he is.
- finally got in the fucking robot. What a huge Chad.
-crying kaworu was nice. Made him more human.
- didn't see it as if Shinji thinks Kaworu as his father figure, Idk how people can interpret that shit. They just come off as similar. Just because I see someone similar to a family member doesn't mean that I see them as a father or mother figure yall just interpret what you want to.
- Timeloop theory confirmed, we did it boys, depression is no more.
- it felt like a shit ton of things got cut off due to the awkward pacing, dialouge and some scenes.
- Ryo-chan I can't fucking-
- Commander Nagisa ✨ It was all an elaborate plan. Kaworu probably developed the Anti L- barrier thing or at least helped. (headcanon)
- Kaji was like father to me (probably kaworu somehow)
- melon farmer Kaworu confirmed
- Adult shinji, bantering with Mari.
-don't like the boob thing tho.
- hated the fan service. Loaded like a baked potato.
-Rei was fucking cute
- I would die for her.
- Fuck gendou
-I will not sympathies with a fucking egomaniac.
- dude fucked humanity bcs he couldn't accept the death of his wife.
- super obsessed.
-what a moron. I swear.
- Gendo hugging Shinji was cute tho.
- can't accept his apology tho, still asshole, can go rot in hell.
- All parents are assholes in Eva except Touji and Hikari.
-Tsubume and Rei fucking cute I swear.
- Kensuke is the ultimate winner, he looks handsome. Would fuck
- Rei and the farmer woman were cute, I want more content.
- End scene was stupid.
- the ending in general was good tho.
- felt bitter sweet but also satisfying.
- One LAST kiss slaps
- What if?: orchestra, piano slapped my soul into the Anti universe and now I'm sitting on the Golgatha object, ready to find Kaworu.
- I wanted them to be all happy.
-hopefully they are.
- Mari and Shinji probably endgame
- probably just friends tho, I mean come on.
-kawoshinners are crying.
- Kaworu going to super hell (predicted, it's all full cycle kids, go home)
MORE STUFF!!
- Maria Iskariot?! I mean what (yeah I know what the innuation is here but still)
- Asuka is a clone, guess Langley was the Original but died and the Shikinami series was deployed Idk, I'm not anno.
- Fucking technoblabble and pseudo-philosophy
- my brain melted trying to understand half of the bs that was spoken about
- I like Ryoji Kaji Jr. He's cute. I want 500 fanfics of him being a cute gardener and being best friends with kaworu (please im in pain help me)
- Parallels between Gendou and Ritsuko shooting at each other *chefs kiss*
- the detail in the scenery was just amazing.
- I'm a headless wandering Eva (no thoughts head empty)
- I missed the mass production Eva's (way cooler though I really liked the skull Eva's as well)
- give me a 14 years before prequel or give me death (probably gonna die before it comes out)
- I swear I was so sad when doppelganger Rei busted into Fanta, best development of Rei ngl
- I can not stop my anger with Gendou I swear.
-I don't care how he's written Gendo/ Gendou/Gendoh, all versions are assholes
- That L barrier thing in Asukas eye was the most painful thing to watch. Body gore Asuka as always.
- NEON GENESIS
- "I'll come and get you Shinji" SHUT UP
- The self insert story was funny tho ngl
- That hair flip was fabulous
- KaWoRu AnD rEi aRe StAnDinG in ClOsE pRoXiMiTy ThEy mUsT bE tOgEtHeR (what the fuck, can't people have normal friends from the other gender? )
- ShInJi aNd MaRi hElD hAnDs ThEy mUsT bE tOgEThEr (what the fuck, can't friends of the other gender hold hands? Does that mean I'm dating my best friend for holding his hand?! MAKE SENSE PEOPLE)
- UwU Asushin is Canon UwU (In the past maybe, was a huge cockblock from anno here, go cry in a corner and read your top rated evageek hentai manga of Asuka x Shinji Jesus christ (don't slaughter me) )
- God is dead after the stunt Gendou pulled and Kawoshin is (no) more (lmao no but yes but no, don't slaughter me)
- UNIT8 be like: "you're talking mad shit for someone being in consuming range" and proceeds to eat all the units (vore is strong in this one)
- Eva 13 and Eva 1 hugging (and penetrating) best shit I've seen
- Maris scream for Asuka was painful. It ripped my heart in pieces.
- Angel Unit2 was too short. I want more of that.
-That tiny Kaworu in the background while Angel Asuka absorbs Shikinami (I don't know fam, the movie is confusing)
- I read somewhere that Headless kaworu corpse playing the piano in the entry plug was cut off from the script and Im not sure if that is true but I would have LOVED TO SEE IT
- Eva 3.0+1.0 was annos huge middle finger to all of Evangelion and I love it.
- tells us to grow up and stop hyperfocusing at the characters proceeds to make them as sexual as possible lmfaooo
- That Lance of WILLE thing looks like something out of Darling in the FRANXX series and I laughed so hard.
- YUI Yui YUI YUI Yui Yui YUI
- there you are YUI?!
- Mom was in me (I want to die)
- Gonna use plot device shit to make a Lance out of a spine (damn shinji obtained a backbone to defeat his deadbeat father, I would have never seen this coming *irony*)
- Gotta defeat your dad with the power of friendship TALKING (like any human being does)
- Anno says byebye (proceeds to think of 14 years past prequel, it makes money so I guess)
- Anno says grow up, proceeds to slap the fans in the face that you should stop using escapism as a coping mechanism in a world that makes you feel miserable and being in constant pressure to uphold a stupid image and start to live even though you're forced to work as much as possible with makes living hard af (I dotn know if you understand what I was trying to tell with this but if you do *Finger guns*)
- Give me the uncut version in a year or I riot
Thanks.
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Grow Up - Part 6
JJ Maybank x Cassie Routledge x Rafe Cameron
JJ Maybank Sublist
Warnings: FICTIONAL character age gap; Cassie’s 21, JJ’s 18
Over the next couple weeks, Cassie and Rafe saw a lot of each other unbeknownst to all of the pogues.
JJ still flirted with Cassie as usual, but now Cassie felt extremely guilty about it. She loved JJ and thought maybe he might be the one for her. But she felt like she was taking advantage of him and that he was too young and vulnerable. She also was really falling for Rafe now too. JJ kept trying to get Cassie alone to talk to her about the kiss they shared and to tell her seriously how he felt about her, but she kept making excuses to avoid having a serious discussion with him.
One night, Rafe had taken Cassie out to dinner and they had a great time. Rafe even agreed to come back to the chateau with Cassie, so they could watch the sunset on the marsh from the dock. Cassie knew the pogues had plans to go on a night time adventure out on the water and she was relieved to see The HMS Pogue not in the water behind their house.
So Rafe and Cassie sat side by side on the dock, looking out at the sunset. Fireflies started to buzz around and the humidity was starting to fade away. Cassie leaned her head on Rafe’s shoulder and they held hands in her lap.
“This is perfect.” Cassie said blissfully.
“You make everything perfect.” Rafe commented and Cassie turned to look up at him. He smiled softly at her. “I really like spending time with you Cassie. And I don’t want to stop.”
“Who said we have to?” Cassie asked.
“Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you... why’d you come back home Cass? ...Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy you did because I got a chance to shoot my shot with you but I heard you had accepted a spot in the Peace Corps?” Rafe asked. When Cassie gave him a questioning look about how he knew that. He smiled and let out a small breathy laugh. “I’m actually going too. I saw your name on the list, the villages we were going to are right next to each other.”
“You’re doing the Peace Corps? Wow, you really have changed Rafe Cameron.” Cassie asked, pleasantly surprised.
“Yeah, I’m going in August. But weren’t you supposed to already be over there by now?”
“Yeah but my dad died. ...John B. needed me.” You said softly, looking out at the marsh.
“He’s 18 Cass” Rafe said simply.
“Just because you turn 18 doesn’t mean you’re an adult.” Cassie said.
“You’re right. But it seems like John B. is doing okay. Hasn’t it been like a year since your dad? I mean he’s got a good job. You said he’s got classes at the community college lined up. He has the Heyward’s and my sister and Kie and Maybank. Like he has a support system. And I bet you a million bucks, if he knew your turned down the Peace Corps to come back, he’d tell you to go in a heartbeat.”
Rafe was making some good points. Cassie had definitely underestimated Rafe Cameron’s newly evolved emotional intelligence.
“I see those gears turning in the pretty head of yours. You know I’m right.” Rafe said in a teasing tone, bumping into her shoulder. Cassie broke into a smile.
“Come on, say I’m right.” He teased reaching an arm around her waist and lightly tickling her.
“No way!” Cassie exclaimed as he tickled her more, causing her to stand up and squirm in his grasp.”
“Say I’m right or I’m gonna throw you in the water!” Rafe threatened as he picked her up.
“Never!” Cassie squealed.
Meanwhile, at the front of the chateau, JJ had pulled up on his motorcycle, he had lost track of time and wasn’t sure if the Pogues had left without him or not. As he got off the bike, much to his confusion, he saw Rafe Cameron’s shiny lifted truck parked on the street.
“What the fuck?” JJ muttered to himself and then heard Cassie scream.
JJ quickly ran around to the back of the house where he saw Rafe with his arms around Cassie, lifting her off the ground. But he quickly realized Cassie wasn’t in distress and that she was actually ….laughing?
“What the fuck is he doing here?!” JJ yelled angrily as he approached them.
Rafe and Cassie both quickly stopped laughing turned to look at the hot tempered blonde teen storming up to them.
Cassie cleared her throat and instantly felt guilty before then feeling justified.
“Relax JJ, Rafe and I were just hanging out.” Cassie said with a slight eye roll, completely over the beef JJ and Rafe still had.
“You guys were just hanging out?” JJ asked incredulously.
“I took Cass on a date actually.” Rafe said.
Cassie bristled a little at this knowing Rafe partially said that to rile JJ up even more.
“Cass? He’s calling you Cass now? And you’re fucking dating?”
“We’ve been seeing each other, yes.” Cassie confirmed with an exasperated sigh, knowing this was only going to make JJ spiral.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you forget about the party?! And I don’t know, maybe every horrible thing this prick has done to me and John B and Pope?”
Rafe instantly stood up straighter and Cassie recognized all too well the barbarian posturing 2 young guys do when they’re about to fight.
“The party? You mean when you guys kissed for like 2 frickin seconds and then she got up and left?” Rafe asked. He was more exasperated by the drama JJ was creating more than he was trying to goad him.
“You told him that? Wow Cassie.”
“No, JJ. Rafe saw from the balcony. You guys need to calm down.”
“Yeah, Maybank, relax.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do” JJ said as he shoved Rafe’s chest.
Rafe instantly shoved him back as his old temper got the better of him.
Cassie stepped between the 2 quickly.
“Hey! Stop!” And then she turned to Rafe, “Hey” she said softer and Rafe looked down at her, his expression softening. “I think you should go, okay?” Cassie told him gently. Rafe took a deep breath and then nodded.
“Call me later?” He asked quietly.
Cassie nodded and Rafe squeezed her hand before glancing at JJ and turning to leave. JJ scoffed.
“This is a fucking joke right?!” JJ asked his brow tightly furrowed and his jaw clenched.
“JJ-” Cassie sighed.
“Did you hit your head or some shit?! Rafe Cameron? Really?!”
“Why are you being like this JJ?”
JJ scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t know Cassie. Playing dumb isn’t a cute look on you.”
Cassie just looked at him, waiting for him to explain even though she knew.
“You know I’ve been in love with you since I was a kid.” JJ admitted angrily.
“You’re not in love with me JJ.” She sighed.
“Oh, I’m not?” JJ asked indignantly, folding his arms over his chest. “Please tell me how I feel Cassandra.”
Cassie paused, glaring at him for using her full name. She didn’t think JJ or even John B has ever actually called her that. But she moved past it.
“You’re not in love with me JJ. You’ve just known me forever. And I’m like fucking ...forbidden fruit or some shit for you. I’m your best friends sister. I’m older than you. We’re not supposed to be together. So of course it’s what you think you want because it’s trouble and nothing screams JJ Maybank like running toward trouble.”
“I don’t give a fuck about any of that Cassie! I’m in love with you for a million reasons. Like the way you drop everything any time you see a dog. Or because you pull cookies out of the oven 5 minutes before you’re supposed to and eat frickin warm cookie dough. Because you care about the entire world and have a huge heart but you also flip people off on the freeway for not using a turn signal. ...Cassie I love you for a million little things. And I don’t care about all the other shit.”
Cassie dide everything she could to not launch herself at the blonde boy she loved in front of her. Her eyes getting wet at the heartfelt admission.
“We can’t JJ. You’re 18 and I’m 21”
“Who fucking cares Cass?! What? You think you’re like taking advantage of me?!”
“Yes JJ! You’re vulnerable and a kid and desperate for a family and someone to take care of you. Because someone should and you deserve that! But I can’t-“
“You’re a kid! You need a family and someone to take care of you too! I can take care of you. We can take care of each other. That’s what a fucking relationship is!”
Cassie was quiet. She had one other reason to say no to JJ. The one reason she couldn’t bare to tell him and break his heart.
The truth was she did love JJ and she could be with him eventually maybe. But she was also falling in love with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron who was her age. Rafe Cameron who had already had fun in college and dealt with his childhood trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Rafe Cameron who was going to the same village to live out the same dream she had of doing the Peace Corps.
“I’m sorry, JJ.” Was all Cassie said with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes as she walked away and went inside.
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History Repeats (Part 15 - FINAL)
Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?
Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)
Word Count: 2986
Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong
**Song Inspiration: 13 beaches - Lana Del Rey; Hoodie - hey violet
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Seeing Hayden… it sent you back down to ground zero. You thought your coping mechanisms were helping. You thought surrounding yourself with so many people and friends every night was softening the blow of losing him.
But you knew it didn’t. Deep down, you knew the day he left your home, you’d never be the same. You would still feel entirely alone in a room full of people. You’d still want to see him before falling asleep and when you woke up. You’d still want to hear his voice as you shared good news. You still wanted to feel his arms after a long day.
Nothing you did was helping, and you realized it.
With a lot of work, you kicked your habits. First to go was the coke. You ordered all your friends to never offer you any and if they saw you with it to take it away from you. It took a while, but eventually, you were able to sit right next to someone doing blow and it not phase you.
Next, was the booze. That was a lot harder. It was easy to reach for a drink. It was easy to go to a bar. It was easy to open a bottle in your house. So you started there. You emptied every bottle and threw them out. You only ordered water and soda when you went out.
Every step was hard. Turning down drugs and alcohol was hard, but with patience and work, you got better at just saying no. Each day you put between you and your habit was a day you got back. You got back to songwriting now that you could think clearly and drugs weren’t clouding your mind.
New songs and works in your hands, Trey agreed to get you back in the booth to finish out your EP to a full album. The response to the EP was amazing and you were already getting a lot of recognition. As soon as the album was to hit, Trey worked with a manager to get you a US tour.
The EP evolved, you added so many songs they had to cut a few just to wait for your next one. You worked on album art and merch. Things were looking up, and finally, your album dropped.
It was a huge hit.
Every platform it went on, it exploded. Almost as if overnight, you were the next star. You had radio interviews scheduled, shows booked, photography sessions scheduled, critics and fans alike agreed that there was so much raw emotion and talent that they all wanted more. Trey and your manager couldn’t move fast enough to get you to every new gig you needed to be at. Merch was flying off the shelves, so to speak, and you were adored. Your fan base was growing every day.
You were on top of the world, respectively. You loved your life now, and your bandmates were more than just that. They were truly your friends. They helped you when you were down and when you said you wanted to get clean, they supported you as well as everyone else in your circle.
With your career finally where you wanted it to head, and your social life getting better than it ever had been, all that was missing was a love you weren’t sure you’d ever thought you’d get back. But like with everything else, you channeled it into your art, hoping for some catharsis.
Now the tour was next week, so you decided to take some time to write and reflect before you left LA to embark on this new chapter.
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Meanwhile, in the city, Hayden had listened to your album for probably the tenth time. He was lying in his bed in the hotel. Your album had been on repeat and he didn’t know what to think.
The songs had to be about him.
Or maybe he just wanted them to be.
Or maybe they really were.
But then again, that could be conceit talking. Surely you loved other people. He didn’t even know if you loved him. He had a hunch, based on your self-destructive behavior after the breakup, but he still couldn’t be sure and he didn’t want to just assume.
He decided to take action. He was tired of waiting. He texted a friend and asked where you might be. When his friend got back to him, he said the best shot would be the beach. When he asked which beach, what part, his friend replied with the spot. The exact same spot where he first asked you to date him.
He threw on his jacket and made his way there. The beach was starting to get dark. An overcast covered the sky, but it was light enough to see everything. The beach was fairly deserted, as he walked up. He saw you, sitting in the sand, your knees pulled up so you could rest your notebook against it as you wrote.
The wind was strong, making it chilly, and to keep you warm, he recognized what you were wearing -- his hoodie.
He watched you write for a moment, admiring how you looked. Your hair was shinier now than the last time he saw you. You looked better, and he was glad about it.
“They’re about me, aren’t they? The songs? The whole album,” he said as he stood behind you.
You stilled, stopping your writing. “Does it matter if they are?” Your stomach suddenly felt uneasy.
“Yes.”
You took a deep breath. “Then yes, they are about you. Is that all you came to say?”
“No, it’s not,” he said as he came closer and sat next to you in the sand. He pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them, holding onto his hands as he looked out over the ocean.
“What else did you come here for?” you asked softly.
“To apologize,” he began and you groaned gently.
“Hayden, we’ve been over this. I’m trying to move on with my life. I’m trying to get over you, if that wasn't evident by every song on that album.”
He turned to you. “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to move on or forget about me.”
“Oh, great, lovely then,” you said, getting exasperated. “If you’re here to hurt me more, please--”
“I love you,” he fervently said as his hands went to each side of your face. “I’m here to say I’m sorry for not saying it sooner. I’m sorry for breaking you the way I did. I didn’t mean to, at all, but then I did, and you were so hurt, I didn’t know how to help you.”
Your eyes searched his as he let go of you to look back at the waves. Did he mean it? Was he just saying that? Was this a cruel game? Why did he say it now?
“You could’ve told me that,” you breathed. “You could’ve told me you loved me, it would’ve saved me.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to use it as something to save you. I wanted to save you, or I wanted you to save yourself. I didn’t want me loving you or returning to you to be the reason you got better. I wanted you to realize that all on your own, to be your own hero.”
You nodded as you muttered, “Thanks. It worked. I’m clean now. The last time we saw each other kind of… sobered me up.”
“I’m glad,” he said with a small smile. “Can you tell me what happened? We broke up and you… you went off the deep end. I know we were perfect, and I hated ending it the way I did but… drugs? Alcohol?”
You chewed on your lips as you nodded. “Yeah, it was pretty stupid. I just… I looked to alcohol to numb the pain, you know? Not that atypical. I did it after Jason, that’s where you and I met, with me crying in my beer at a bar over my ex.”
He nodded, understanding.
“But then… it wasn’t enough. I…” You took a deep breath, fighting the lump in your throat and the fear of saying this. “I love you. I loved you. More than I’d ever loved anyone else, and suddenly the drinks weren’t enough to mask the pain. I needed something stronger. Anything stronger. I was seeing you every day at home and suddenly I couldn’t kiss you any more, I couldn’t hold you anymore, I couldn’t do anything with you any more. I couldn’t have what we had, and it killed me. I thought that if you stayed around, that if I let you live there, I could get over it. All I needed was you in my life, right?” you asked rhetorically with a sad laugh as the tears rolled down. “Then I kicked you out and it was worse. You weren’t there to help me, to brighten my day. You just… you left. I know I kicked you out, but I was mad, hurting, and high. I went to apologize and ask you to stay, and you were gone, as if you were never there. No note, no letter, no text, nothing. I felt like you were just waiting to get away from me.”
“No,” he assured while shaking his head. “That wasn’t it at all. I just didn’t want to make it awkward for you and I couldn’t watch you do that any more. I tried to talk to you a few times when you came home and you just blew me off. It was killing me to see you like that all the time. I wanted to help you, I really did, I just didn’t know how.”
“I know,” you said with a thick voice. “That’s not your fault. None of it is your fault. You broke up with me, and I handled it poorly. I just… I lost the greatest love my life had ever known. I finally found you, and you just left…” Your gaze turned on him, scorching him. “Why? Why did you give up on us? On me? I deserve to know,” you demanded in a whisper.
He nodded. “You do deserve to know. That’s why I came here. I’m tried of not being with you. I want you, I’ve always wanted you.”
“So what happened?” you asked quietly, your eyes on his, trying to read his mind.
“Do you remember that date at the restaurant, when Rachel showed up?”
You nodded. “Of course. You were weird that night and the rest of the week before we broke up. I just assumed you weren’t over Rachel. Is that it? Was that it? =”
He shook his head. “No, not at all. She asked me outside, she wanted to talk…”
“Hey, Rach, what’s up?” Hayden greeted once the two of them were outside.
“Who’s that?” she wondered, getting right to the punch.
“That's Y/N. I’m staying at her place. She’s the one who owns the house where you dropped Briar off that one time.”
“So she’s been around Briar?” she asked, sounding as if she were betrayed.
He laughed, looking around, confused. “Uh, yeah. It is her house. We went to the park and stuff. It was fun. Briar really liked her.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear our daughter had fun with a stranger.”
He frowned. “Rachel, what are you talking about? Y/N isn’t a stranger. I’ve known her for several months. We’ve been roommates for a while now.”
“And how long have you two been dating?” she demanded.
“What makes you think we’re dating?”
“You’re on a date and you didn’t deny it.”
He held up his hands and laughed slightly, no humor in the sound. “Uh, I’m not sure that’s any of your concern. You’re the one who left me.”
“It’s my concern if she’s around my child. Did you think to ask me before you took her on a playdate with your little girlfriend?”
“No? Briar has a right to know who’s in my life.”
“Oh, but I don’t,” she said, clearly offended and angry.
“That's not what I said. Look, I care about this woman. She means a lot to me. I would like Briar to get to know her, I think she’ll be in my life for a while.”
“Not if I can help it. I don’t like her being around strangers. So long as you’re with her, Briar won’t be coming around.”
“What? Rach, that’s ridiculous. You can’t keep me from my daughter--”
“I’m not, you can come see her any time you want. I just won’t take her to her house. Jeeze, Hay, you don’t waste any time, do you? We broke up less than a few months ago and you’re already with someone else?”
“We bonded. I don’t know what you want me to say. Do you want me to apologize for finding someone that makes me happy?”
“No, of course not. I want you to be happy, I’m just a little surprised that you found them so fast.”
“What? Am I hard to love or something?”
“No, I’m just wondering if she’s a rebound, so soon after we broke up and everything. I doubt it though. What kind of example is this for Briar?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” he asked, thorugohly confused.
“Well, her mom and dad just broke up, and in no time at all, you’re with another woman. It might make her think less of love. That if we can go from what we had and you can just hop to the next girl who says hi to you. It’s probably very confusing for her. Did you even think about Briar?”
“It’s not like that,” Hayden assured her, getting frustrated. “Of course I thought about her. I spent a lot of time with Y/N before I ever let her around Briar.”
“Ah, hmm, good to know you’ve spent so much time with her. It really shows how much you care.”
“I do care, Rachel. I still love you but we’ve agreed to end things. You brought it up, not me. Now, I’m trying to find happiness again rather than wallow in it.”
“Yes, that much is clear. Let’s just hope it’s not a rebound and both of you get hurt, hmm? Good to see you, Hayden.”
He explained everything and you sat there, dumbfounded.
“She used Briar Rose against you?” you questioned quietly, flabbergasted.
“In a way. I think she was ultimately jealous that I was moving on before her. I did love her, I still do. I mean she was a huge part of my life, she’s Briar’s mom. But I love you so much more. I just… what she said, I started to worry if it was somehow true. If I was setting a bad example for my daughter. The rebound thing didn’t worry me, I didn’t feel like it was a rebound for me, but I wasn't sure about you, so before anyone got hurt, I thought we’d end it. I thought maybe if we put some distance between us, we’d be okay. If we waited a few months, it would prove to us that we were okay, but then you took it so badly and it all got so out of control. I thought if I told you I loved you back then you’d just think I was lying or trying to get you to get better. I didn’t want it to be questioned when I said to you, finally.”
You couldn't help but grin. “Failed on that front. Still questioning it.”
He took your hands in his.. “Well please don’t. I do love you. You aren’t a rebound, you never were. You’re no one’s replacement. I love you and only you.” He stroked your hair as he looked at you. “I just made a horrible decision to make a choice for both of us without consulting you.”
You nodded slightly.
“And for that, I am so sorry. I am sorry I wasn't there to help you get clean and I’m sorry I’m the reason you even had a problem to begin with. I love you so much and I’ll never leave your side ever again. Of course, that’s… if you still want me.”
Your eyes flashed to his. “Of course I still want you. All I want is you. Did you not hear a word I said in that album? You’re all I can think about, you’re all I ever want. You’re all I will ever want.”
He let out a relieved laugh. “I’m so glad you feel the same way. I’ve hated myself every day since I ended this between us. I’ve wanted to make it right, to come back to you for so long.”
“I’m so glad you finally did,” you breathed as you looked into his eyes. You leaned forward, hoping you weren’t crossing a line, hoping against hope that he wanted this too.
Your lips hit his and life ignited in you. Your hands went to his hair and his hands wrapped around your back as he lowered you to the ground. His lips moved expertly and fervently on your mouth, as if it were the air that he breathed.
When you two broke, you stared at him in wonder.
“Do you mean it? Do you love me?”
“More than I ever imagined was possible.”
“I love you too, please don’t leave me again.”
“I would never even dream of it. I’m here, and I’ll never go anywhere else. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“I’ll always want you.”
“Then you’ll always have me.”
That was all you had ever needed, from anyone. You thanked your lucky stars that it was Hayden who granted you that wonderful, beautiful, unconditional kind of love, the one you’d searched for all your life. The one you deserved, you finally had.
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Monochromatic
words: 1,281
tw: none!
soulmate au!!!
Sorry I haven’t wrote in a while, I have a bunch of stuff up my sleeve! :)
What is your favorite color? A question that is asked for every ice breaker, when asking about a present, or getting to know a person. Yellow: like a sunflower, blue: like the sky at night, green: like the forest. Yet, you were cursed with the image of only black and white. Like old tv shows that your grandparents would show you when you were little, or when you would be forced to watch old documentaries in school - the kids would complain about it not being colorized while you remained unfazed.
Maybe this was why you wanted to start up art. To make others understand your point of view without words. You were able to communicate to others your feelings of guilt and sadness, of happiness and sorrows. From a young age you started to use art as a coping mechanism to battle against hardships of school and past friendships.
That is what led you to today. Your thesis for your last year of college. As an aspiring artists, you needed something to get yourself out and in the public eye. Although everyone has their own type of way to communicate with their destined other, you felt singled out and wanted to use such to your advantage. So, as such you were going to tell a story through your pictures by using the black and white filter and end it in color: telling your story. Almost.
"This sucks," you muttered under your breath. The rain pounded down on you as you ran down the sidewalk. Your hair was soaked and wild as you finally bounded up the steps and threw open the double doors to the Arts building and ran inside. There were clusters of people outside the auditorium who gave you weird looks when you ran your hand through your hair.
"Y/N!" In your friend group, you were known as the more reserved and quiet in some situations, but then the next you were not giving a shit if others cared and lived for yourself. However, your friend - Dahyun - was always so upbeat in every situation, it brought you no surprise when her voice started screeching throughout the hall. "Hey, we need you right now sooo..." Dahyun scrunched her nose in a smile and grabbed your arm and started to drag you further into the building.
You smiled widely. Your shoes squeaked against the flooring and continued to do so as Dahyun threw open the door to the auditorium and dragged you inside.
When Dahuyn finally let go of your hand, you stood in the middle of the center row on ground floor. She quickly swept in for a kiss on your cheek and bounded off towards the stage to get ready.
The story you decided to settle on was the focus on the "simple things in life". You wanted to capture emotions that everyone goes through in their life, daily occurrences. And because you needed to take some pictures still, Dahyun begged you to snap some shots of her and her friends while they did their dress rehearsal of The Firebird.
The lights slowly went down and you settled yourself in and waited for the show to start. You held the camera up and captured the dancers as they lept across the stage. Everyone looked so perfect as they danced with emotion and grace. Dahyun entered on the stage and smiled widely, her energy was contagious and you felt her smile was directed at you. Your camera shuttered multiple times as she performed.
You smiled at the scene of the show as the emotions poured out of all the actors on the stage. Then entered a boy who leaped onto stage and gave a bright smile. Your camera gravitated to him almost like magic. He was nothing shy from perfect, he bound across the stage towards Dahyun and picked her up with ease.
You pressed the button on your camera like a mad-man, trying to catch every shot of what was happening. He set her down and turned towards the audience. You moved your camera away from your face to try and see him better. All of a sudden, your surrounding shifted into bright lights. Everything was bright and colorful. You could see the colors of the stage and the people when you looked at the boy who was still turned towards you.
He stood like you, unmoving. You both stood, staring at each other in shock. The colors surrounding him were glorious, the shiny material covered him and the others, the bright lights shone down on the stage. Suddenly, as quickly as they came, the colors were gone when he turned away and ran off the stage.
Your whole body still remained frozen to the same spot. You couldn't force yourself to move. Your camera hung limp in your hand and mouth slack.
You couldn't believe it though. You finally found your soulmate. Year, years you have been searching for this moment. But now that it arrived you didn't know how to react. Without thinking, you set your camera down and walked out of the theater into the now empty hallway.
This can't be happening. You didn't know why you were freaking out, all this time you were dreaming of this moment, to finally see colors. Now that you have seen what it is like you were just freaked out.
"Hey," You head snapped to the sound of the voice. There stood a boy in glittery clothing, and when you finally met his eyes you saw the colors that you have been missing. The dark material suited him perfectly. "are you?" His voice trailed off.
"I think so." Your voice was meek. "I can see colors. I mean- I couldn't before and now I can and I- it is really..."
"Breath-taking?" He finished.
"Yeah, it really is." The boy stepped closer to you. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally reached you. He extended his arm to reach your face, and you let him. His fingers graced your skin of your cheek, leaving shock in its wake. "How did you know?" You asked, your eyes never leaving his.
"I can see your color." He said, a small smile breaking onto his face.
"My colors?"
"Yeah," he said taking his other hand and holding your face in your hand. You couldn't tell if it was his hands or your growing blush that warmed your face faster. "you have this warm color surrounding you." His hand left your face to grab your own and brought it to his chest that was adorned with a dark color - you decided it was to be your favorite one. "It was this color." he said timidly. His voice was stable, and you knew if you were to speak that yours wouldn't be as such, so you opted for a smile.
"I'm Wooyoung." He said. "I am so glad to have finally met you."
"I'm Y/N." You finally trusted yourself to speak to Wooyoung. He was undeniably gorgeous. His hair was slick back and the makeup that adorned his face only enhanced his features.
"You're beautiful, Y/N." If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. "Now, if you don't mind me,soulmate, I still have a performance to do. So, if you don't mind, meet me here after." Wooyoung quickly swept in for a hug, and when he did the butterflies that occupied your stomach turned into fireworks at the motion. When he pulled away, he gave a quick wink and walked away giggling to himself.
You were left alone in the hallway, the once colorful world disappeared when he broke your eye contact. "Bye," you whispered to yourself, "soulmate."
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Shaken
Chapter 2
Summary: MK wakes up in the hospital. If there's one thing he knows, it's that he's got to get away.
Trigger Warnings: hospital, referenced abuse, mentioned death
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“—just started freaking out—”
“—swear, if this is more monkey madness you’re putting him through—”
“—not.”
Words and voices faded in and out. What was going on? His head felt like it was going to explode. Everything was fuzzy, and he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet.
Come to think of it, he probably shouldn’t open his eyes. He didn’t want them to know he was awake.
MK fought to keep his breathing even, just barely suppressing a groan.
He hadn’t escaped.
He was in the “hospital”, no doubt, completely surrounded by those fake shells of his friends. He had to get out of here.
“—think he’s waking up!”
“—id! Kid, can you hear me?”
Shit. They knew he was awake. There was no getting out of this.
He fluttered his eyes open, sitting up with great difficulty.
“MK? How are you feeling?” Fake Tang asked. He looked so real, too.
MK scanned the room as subtly as he could. The door wasn’t blocked. He had to make a run for it. It was a long shot, but if he could just get to his staff, then he could get out of here. But it was so far away.
Pretend Monkey King took a step closer, reaching out a hand to put on MK’s shoulder — or to kill him.
“Don’t touch me!” he demanded.
“Oh, kid—”
He scrambled off the bed and onto the opposite side, nearly collapsing entirely at the immediate searing pain that came from it. He’d forgotten about his leg.
“Shit, kid, sit back down!” Not-Pigsy said, like he was panicking and genuinely worried for MK’s safety and well-being.
As they advanced on him, MK backed away, using the wall for support. He had to get away.
He made it to the door, but immediately bumped into something — or someone. He turned around, stifling a pained gasp at the action. Pretend Sandy was there, almost totally blocking the doorway.
He looked back behind him, terror growing as he saw the concern etched on his not-friends faces. It looked so real, and that only made it worse.
He had to get out of here.
He faked left. As predicted, not-Sandy followed. MK quickly changed his direction, sliding past him and making a break for it down the hall.
The violent burning crawling up his leg was, quite literally, his downfall. His leg gave out, and he was sent sprawling to the floor, and then he was being surrounded, by nurses and his friends alike, and then… he didn’t remember much, after that.
He woke up again in the same blindingly white hospital room. It felt like he was missing more than he knew he was.
This time, he was alone.
Hope soared in his chest. If he wasn’t being watched, he could get out! He went to sit up, but was stopped short by straps that were holding him down.
“No,” he begged, tugging on them desperately. “No!”
He was trapped. Done for. They were going to kill him, and there would be nothing he could do about it.
Oh god, he was sure now that they’d make it extra slow and painful. Of course they would. They had to despise him, by now.
He heard someone approaching from the other side of the door, and immediately, he went limp, pretending to be asleep again.
The door opened.
“Oh, bud…” he heard pretend-Monkey-King say. “You’re gonna be okay.” they must have known MK was awake. There was no other reason they’d be spewing this bullshit. Maybe they could watch him even without a human puppet around.
MK couldn’t take it any longer. “Just drop it,” he said, staring numbly at the ceiling. “You don’t have to act anymore. The jig has been up for a long time.” he blinked back the tears that were pushing at his eyes. “So, who am I talking to? Jin or Yin? Or both? I don’t know how this Calabash shit works.”
MK couldn’t see not-Monkey King’s reaction to that. He just kept staring at the ceiling, blinking away his tears. His head was beginning to hurt.
“Those bastards? You think—? Oh, MK…”
Oh, great, now they were playing from this angle. When would they just give it up? He knew it was them.
“I don’t think. I know.”
“Oh, come on, bud, you don’t really think they could replicate my stunningly good looks, do you?”
In spite of himself, MK laughed. That was just like his mentor.
Monkey King smiled. “Really, bud, it’s me. Wukong.”
MK glared at the ceiling. “Nice try. The real one wasn’t… I wouldn’t have called the real one by that name.” he never had before. The demons clearly hadn’t done enough research.
Pretend Monkey King’s confusion was so fake it hurt. “What do you mean?”
“We’re not that close, you know. Hell, I doubt he even actually knows my name. Just — god. Kill me. Don’t try to make me believe it’s really them. Just get it over with!”
“Dammit, MK, we’re not going to kill you!”
“Whatever.”
For a moment, fake Monkey King looked genuinely upset. He sighed. “Get some rest, kid.”
And then he left.
MK spent the next few minutes in silence, struggling to get out of the restraints. But they were tough. Fucking hell.
But he didn’t give up. He couldn’t afford to. He had to get out of them, he had to get home, to his real friends. How long had he been in here, anyway? Pigsy would probably be pissed at him for missing work.
The door opened, and this time, it was the fake version of Mei. He didn’t even get the chance to wonder what she wanted before she spoke.
“Ask me something,” she demanded. “Monkey King told us what you think is going on, so ask me something. Something only you and I would know.”
Oh, so they could make it all worse by making him see just how much they knew about him? Hard pass.
At his lack of reply, Mei began to talk. “We’ve known each other since we were 13. Pigsy took you in a year or two after that. Your favorite season of Monkey King: the animated series is season 8, because you think whatshisname is hot.”
Okay, sue him, he had a thing for redheads! But that wasn’t important right now. “So what? Anyone could find out stuff like that!”
Mei huffed, continuing on. “Your favorite coping mechanism used to be writing fic about Monkey King adopting you. You wrote one of the biggest fics in the fandom ever.”
“And? That’s not that hard to figure out!”
Mei looked like she was about to scream. “Your parents were bad people.”
MK, who had been struggling, immediately went still.
“They were bad people, and they were even worse parents. You told me not to go after them, even after you got kicked out. Because you’re too good to have ever even considered it. What else do you want from me, MK? When you defeated DBK—”
MK had to admit, he’d almost begun to believe her. “You almost had me there,” he admitted, “I don’t know how the hell you found out about any of that, but if you didn’t notice, the DBK thing didn’t work last time either.”
“...What?”
“Oh my god, I’m not that dumb. I would remember locking away DBK if it had really happened.”
“But… it did?”
“Yeah, sure. I really did lock away the entire Demon Bull family, yeah. And Tang and Pigsy have some weird gay relationship going on, and Mo can just talk now, and Sandy is hosting romantic river cruises, of all things. And you,” he said, forcing down the vomit. “are in love with me!”
Mei made a face. “Ew! That’s disgusting. Wait, okay, I think I have one. What if I tell you what MK stands for? Then will you believe it’s me?”
MK rolled his eyes. Nobody knew what MK really stood for but the real Mei. Even demons would have a hard time figuring it out. Hopefully.
“Whatever.”
They were probably bluffing, anyway.
His name, what MK really stood for, was a nearly perfectly kept secret. Especially in… recent times.
“MK stands for Monkey King, “because he’s like, my hero! And doesn’t MK have this super cool and kinda mysterious edge to it?” she replied, imitating him badly and hardly missing a beat. “And, even though you think it’s a super cool name, you’re embarrassed about it, and keep it to yourself.”
MK glared at her. “I don’t know how you heard that—”
“What will get you to believe me?” she begged.
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I’m not falling for this bullshit again!”
“Ask me something! Anything! Please.”
MK thought for a moment. There was maybe one thing he could think of that they wouldn’t know. Something real. Something they would have no reason to.
He sighed, weighing it over in his mind. There was no downside, he supposed. “What did you say when I first told you about… me?”
Again, Mei didn’t even need a moment to think. “I told you that I was really happy that you were comfortable telling me, and that I would love to take you shopping sometime to get you some better clothes, and then I demanded to know where your father lived so that I could scoop his eyes out with a plastic spoon, because he doesn’t deserve to even be able to lay eyes on you. And then I said I would keep him alive, but only barely, because an asshole like that deserves to suffer.”
MK’s blood went cold. It was too oddly specific, and had happened years ago. There was no way they could have known. Which could only mean…
“Mei?”
“Yes!” she cried, nodding frantically.
He couldn’t help himself, the tears he’d been so desperate to hold back earlier finally beginning to fall. “It’s really you?” he sniffled.
Mei nodded. “It is, I swear.”
Carefully, she wrapped him in a hug. It felt so nice and comforting. For a moment, MK just let himself be swept away by it.
Until the door opened.
He pushed Mei away gently, wiping his eyes furiously.
“You uh… feeling alright, bud?” Monkey King… the real one…? asked.
“I’m okay.”
It was real. Pigsy and Tang, they were both real. And Sandy, and Monkey King, and Mei. God, he was so stupid.
“So… you thought you were in some evil magical illusion? Why?” Sandy asked.
“Because I was there before, and—” MK cut himself off. “Wait, no, this is still wrong. I would remember defeating DBK. That never happened.” But they knew — but he also would have remembered — he didn’t know what to believe. Oh god. How was he supposed to know for sure? How was he supposed to be confident in his decision? What was he supposed to do?
The others shared a look.
“You defeated them weeks ago,” Tang said, slowly.
“In like, April,” Mei added.
“It’s March,” MK corrected, his breathing picking up.
“It’s definitely May,” Pigsy said.
“I don’t… but…” MK took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. He didn’t feel so good. His head hurt so bad. He wanted it to stop.
His eyes were hurting, too. Was the world always so covered in little black spots?
“MK?” someone asked, their voice a thousand miles away. “Are you alright?”
The darkness fully overtook his vision, and MK didn’t have the chance to answer.
———
“—kill you, monkey asshole—”
“—do I have to do with this?”
“—our kid a — concussion!”
“—my fault?”
MK groaned, feeling faintly like he was going to vomit. He didn’t try to sit up, this time.
“MK, how are you?”
He eyed his maybe-friends warily. “Trying to figure out if I’m being tricked.”
“Yeah, about that. You’ve got a concussion, kiddo.”
Well, that was a lousy excuse. “I didn’t even hit my head,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Try again.”
“What about that earthquake earlier?” Sandy offered.
“That lasted for like, ten seconds.” Not even. It had been over before it had even actually begun. They needed to try harder than this to fool him. He’d almost fallen for their lies the last time he’d been awake. He couldn’t risk it happening again.
“It definitely lasted for longer than that,” Pigsy said.
“No?”
“Yeah?”
“I bet that’s what happened, then. You hit yourself on the head during the earthquake, forget some important shit — I mean, stuff — gave yourself a concussion, and then you went on a quest that I like to call how badly can I scare my parentals?” Pigsy said, all but yelling by the time he was done with his explanation.
Out of all of that, MK couldn’t help but hone in on one part of it. “...parentals?”
Mei sighed. “You’ve forgotten a lot.”
MK looked at her for a long moment. He still just wasn’t totally convinced. But if there was one thing he knew Yin and Jin would jump at, it was this. One last try. “You know what? I changed my mind. I am in love with you.”
“I — what the fuck, MK?” Mei asked, looking sick at the thought.
“Oh, thank god,” he said, sighing in relief. “Okay, I believe you now.”
Thinking about it, he supposed it all made sense. It didn’t make it much less disturbing, though. In fact, the growing sense of horror he was getting was almost worse than thinking he was inside the Calabash.
But god, it had all been so obvious. Besides the initial earthquake, there had been nothing else like it the entire day. No glitches, no inconsistencies, no random people surrounding him and insisting that this was completely and totally perfect. Yin and Jin would have probably jumped at the chance to gloat once he’d initially figured it out, too.
In short, MK was just… really fucking stupid.
Shit, it was really hitting him now. He must have seemed absolutely fucking crazy all day. Especially considering he’d never told anybody about his first experience in the Calabash.
His friends really had been concerned about him. And with good reason. To them, he’d just lost his mind out of nowhere.
He’d attacked them. He’d actually landed a hit on Mei. He’d been so sure that they weren’t really them. Oh god.
He couldn’t breathe.
He was so stupid. He’d freaked out over nothing, and had very obviously put his friends through enormous stress. All because of a little paranoia that had snowballed into — well. This.
He’d gotten a fucking concussion, broken something in his leg, he’d attacked Mei, he’d fought with everything in him against the people who were only trying to protect him. And all he had in response was to try to hurt them.
He was an idiot.
“C’mere, bud,” Monkey King said, crouching down beside the bed and wrapping MK in this sort of embrace that was all warm and soft and fuzzy. It was so comforting and nice, and probably more than he deserved. “I’ve got you.”
From the other side of the bed, Mei leaned over, hugging MK from behind.
The others, to the best of their ability with the limited space the hospital bed provided, joined in, however uncomfortably.
It was like being completely cocooned in warmth and love.
They… still wanted him around.
He’d completely flipped shit for no reason, had attacked them and screamed at them and done everything in his power to get away, but they still wanted him around. He’d been so sure they would be disappointed in him, would be angry that he’d fought them so viciously, or even hate him.
But if this was anything to go by, they didn’t.
In fact, he’d never felt so safe.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Tang assured from somewhere to his left.
For the first time in the last day (two days? more?), he actually believed it. His friends were real, they weren’t out to end him, and the danger, for the most part, was gone.
The Demon Bull family was gone, locked away under a mountain. Jin and Yin had nothing to do with it, this time.
Also, Pigsy had willingly referred to himself as MK’s parent figure, and wow was that strange.
Strange, but not unwelcome.
And, if the day’s interactions were anything to go by, it seemed like Monkey King didn’t just tolerate him, but actually… actually cared about him?
He wondered if he’d felt that way at the point in time where MK’s memory stopped.
It was startling to know that everyone else in the room was much better informed about… well, everything, than him. They knew about thoughts and feelings he’d had that he didn’t even recall experiencing. They knew about his greatest battle, about how his relationship with all of them had developed in that time, all of it.
And he didn’t.
There was an uncomfortable gaping hole in his mind that he hadn’t even known was there. He felt sort of… naked without it. Like he’d run to work without his pants on and for some reason or another, couldn’t get back up to grab a pair.
His stupid brain was locking the door so that he couldn’t retrieve his pants.
But it would be okay. Something deep within him told him it would be. Or maybe it was the pile of people crowding around him in a group-hug, who knew. Probably a little bit of both.
But really, he was somehow certain that it would work out. He would regain his memory, and in the meantime, the others could fill him in on everything that he’d missed.
It was all going to be fine. It would take some adjusting, and it would be hard, but they still wanted him around. That was, in of itself, a miracle.
“Wait, does this mean he doesn’t remember that Tang and Pigsy are together?”
“What?”
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Here's the next part of the Walpurgis Nights girls watch The Rebellion Story, this time stretching from that upside-down reflection conversation to Homura and Kyoko's wacky bus trip.
Reminder:
G=Gretchen
H=Homulilly
Op=Ophelia
Ok=Oktavia
Ca=Candeloro/Mami
Ch=Charlotte
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Ca: Okay, so, is everyone ready?
Ch: Yeah. Yeah. Sorry about losing my shit. I’ll try to keep it together.
Op: No, by all means. I’d say you’re entitled.
G: I mean, if I found out that I was a tiny, living doll that turned into a giant worm, I’d be upset too!
=Charlotte sighs deeply=
G: Oh. Sorry.
H: It’s a fake.
G: Eh?
H: All of it. The whole scenario. We’re caught in a super-witch’s labyrinth, or some kind of virtual reality simulation, or a shared dream.
Ok: Like the Matrix?
H: The what?
Ok: Oh, I’ve got to show that one to you. It’s this old movie from the world of the living about how all of humanity are trapped in this virtual world because machines have taken over the planet, and they use people’s bodies as living batteries or something. And-
Op: Tavi, starting to ramble.
Ok: Sorry. Anyway, there’s like three different recreations out there. Personally I like the one from Madd Dogg Studios the best.
Op: Because of all the sex.
Ok: Yeah, the other two don’t have those. Shame, really.
Ch: Okay, hold on though! If all that is some kind of weird simulation, then why am I there? By rights if you guys never turned into witches, I should be dead! You should’ve killed me, and then I would be comfortably here in Freehaven while you guys sit around singing songs to severed heads inside of demented teddy-bears!
G: Well, if there’s no witches in this world, then maybe we never fought you in the first place.
Ch: But I’m clearly a witch!
G: Yeah, that is weird.
Ca: Let’s find out.
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Ok: You think that all of this being in an upside-down reflection means anything?
H: Yes. That it’s a fake.
Op: You are not going to let that go, are you?
H: Just watch.
Op: Have you seen this before?
H: Obviously not.
Ok: Well, this version of Candeloro is just as on it with her tea game, I see.
Ca: Some things never change.
Ok: Like Ophelia’s dislike for sour stuff, apparently.
Ca: It’s her tradeoff for her ungodly tolerance for spicy.
Ch: Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s not as high as she makes it out to be.
Op: Hey, who exactly ate those dockengaut viper peppers without flinching? Me, that’s who!
Ch: You literally had to the hospital and grow your tongue back.
Op: But I didn’t flinch.
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Ok: They really like showing us around the town.
G: Do any of these locations mean anything?
Ca: Well, that’s the school, so I suppose-Huh?
G: UM!
Ok: Why is everyone’s faces suddenly horribly disfigured?
Ch: Are they melting? It looks like they’re melting.
Op: Yeah. And…ours are fine?
G: See! You two are sleeping in class! I told you that having a party right after fighting that Nightmare was a bad idea! Growing girls need sleep!
Op: Honestly, I’m more concerned about the horrific burns on everyone’s face than I am about our counterparts’ unhealthy sleeping habits.
H: HA! Called it! It’s a simulation! None of those people are real! We’re the only actual people here!
Op: Hey, credit where it’s due, you did call it.
G: Looks like Hitomi’s real too.
H: Oh, goody.
G: So’s that guy with the silver hair? Who is he?
Ok: Oh, so that must be Kyousuke!
Op: That was who I was up against? Huh. Well, he’s…pretty.
Ok: I always wondered what he looked like.
Op: …so?
Ok: I’m sure past me thought he was good-looking, but I still think I traded up.
Op: Darn right, you did.
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Ch: So who took the time to make food in the shape of your heads?
Ok: You know, between this and Hitomi, there’s a lot of severed heads going around.
=Candeloro frowns and feels her neck=
Ch: You okay?
Ca: I’m fine. I just got the weirdest feeling of déjà vu all of a sudden.
Ok: Who wants to bet that the one with all the bags of junk food for lunch is Ophelia?
Op: What? Why me in specific?
Ca: That one must be mine.
Ch: Well, at least I get my own severed-head snack now.
G: Right next to Kyubey.
H: If there was any justice in the world that would be his actual head.
G: Still. Those soul-gem treats are pretty creative.
Ca: Oh, wait! Never mind! That’s Homura’s lunch.
Ch: Homulilly? Why are you eating my face?
H: Don’t ask.
Op: And of course I snatch Blue Raspberry’s soul-gem!
Ok: Even then, you couldn’t keep me out of your mouth.
Op: AAANNNDDD the rat just ate it. Huh.
Ok: Oh, that makes me so uncomfortable.
Ch: And we get a close-up of me looking like a lunatic. Thanks, movie.
Op: I mean, that is a pretty accurate depiction of your face whenever you get anywhere near a piece of mozzarella.
H: All of this making me incredibly uneasy.
G: What is?
H: The slow pace. The lack of audible dialogue. The somber music. Something is up.
Ch: That’s all kinds of deliberate.
H: Well, at least this other me can tell that something’s wrong.
Op: I for one am incredibly disappointed in the rest of us. Everyone in the city has their faces burned off. That ought to at least raise a few red flags.
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Ok: AAANNNDDD it’s gone all weird again!
Ca: Okay, this is obviously a witch’s labyrinth. They’re not even hiding it anymore.
Ok: Except from us. Like, are we blind?
Op: Oh, hey. It’s me. A lunch date?
H: I doubt it.
G: Is any of this normal? I mean, I know Freehaven is strange to newcomers but normal to us, so in this world, is it normal to just hang out on a floating island filled with chairs and tables with really long legs while blimps fly by in formation?
Ok: To say nothing of that freakshow going on down there. What are those? Those creepy little girls and the guy with the wind-up box?
Ca: Witch’s familiars.
=everyone looks to Charlotte, who is nonplussed=
Ch: You know, I’m actually okay with being the villain. At least that would make sense!
Op: You better get some kind of redemption arc and a weirdly sexually charged gunfight with Candeloro.
Ch: That would honestly make up for everything else that’s happened so far.
Ca: I don’t know. All of this looks very witchy, but it wasn’t what I remember from your labyrinth.
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Op: Hey. Teenaged me. Wake up and smell the bad drug trip.
Ch: Why do you guys have so many cups on that table? Do you have a drinking problem or something?
Op: Look, shit is weird. Don’t judge our coping mechanisms.
G: Is it just me, or is there a bunch of random objects just falling out of the sky all around you?
Ok: Is it just me, or did that blimp have to come literally out of the river to fly at that angle?
H: This is getting progressively more dream-like.
Op: Nice crotch-shot, movie. How come I don’t get the boob or butt camera like Candy and Tavi?
Ch: Do you really want us to answer that question?
Op: I’d prefer if you didn’t.
H: Anyone else notice that the number of cups keep changing?
Op: Like I said. We all have our own ways of coping. Don’t judge.
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H: Well, at least I’m noticing that something’s off. Even if I’m completely blind to the obviously bizarre stuff going on all around me?
G: Oh, so it’s going to be like a mystery story! And you’re the detective!
Op: And I get to be the sidekick. There are worst roles, I guess.
Ch: I guess that means you’re the main character after all, Lilly.
H: Thank you, but I’d really rather be the lead of a completely different movie.
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Op: And off we go, on our wild adventure!
H: Beneath endless stone bridges. I mean, seriously. If either of us wanted proof that something was wrong, all we have to do is look up.
G: If this is a fake world you’re trapped in, you’re probably programmed to not notice that anything’s wrong. You know, like how we never really how strange dreams are until we wake up.
Op: Oh, what the hell. The bus is dropping us off in this fever dream? WAKE UP, IDIOTS! WAKE UP AND SMELL THE FREAKY!
Ch: They’re not even hiding it anymore.
G: You know, I can’t help but wonder if this world was always this strange, but that since the first few minutes were from our point of view all the weird stuff not having to do with the Nightmare wasn’t shown. But now that Lilly’s noticed, the weirdness just keeps coming out more and more.
Ch: I would not be surprised.
Ca: I think we can all collectively agree that despite whatever the witch turns out to be, this is all Kyubey’s fault, right?
Op: Fine by mean.
Ok: Agreed.
H: I wonder where all those fake people are going.
Op: I’m just going to assume that there’s a big meat grinder at the bottom of those stairs.
G: Ew.
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Op: Oh, that’s not right? THAT’S NOT RIGHT? YAH THINK?
Ok: Of course you would be tipped off by the wrong destination but not by the field of hazy red filled with windmills.
Op: Turn left? We were supposed to turn left? HOW CAN YOU TELL? THERE’S NOTHING THERE!
Ch: That does bring up an interesting point. I’m assuming that you’re just blind to the weirdness because it’s got you trapped. So, what is it that you’re seeing?
G: Probably just a normal road, I guess.
Ok: Well, what did you expect taking the loop line?
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Ch: Okay, so there’s a clear divide between the big, empty, red field with the windmills and the mostly normal looking city.
H: A very loose definition of the word “normal.”
Ch: Well, yeah, but you know what I mean.
H: Like I said. It’s not real.
Ch: We know, I’m just trying to pick out details.
Ok: Hey, girls. Don’t get on the creepy bus.
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G: If at first you don’t succeed…
Op: Come on, other me! Get a clue!
H: I notice the field is blue now.
Ch: Probably to signify the change from day to night.
Ok: That bus driver is weirdly okay with a couple teenaged girls jumping onto the front of his bus and yelling at him.
H: He’s a fakedy-fake-fake.
Ok: We know! It’s called commentary!
H: Sorry.
Op: “Crossroads”? “Left fork”? How can you tell the difference! It’s a bunch of shiny tiles and windmills!
G: Plus that giant tower made of pipes!
Op: That was probably where we were heading. Giant tower made of pipes.
Ok: Wonder where the ramen shop was.
Op: Third pipe cluster from the bottom.
Ch: Hey, girls. Word of advice. Don’t walk into the scary, blank void.
Op: I know they can’t see the weirdness, but I still feeling like yelling at them.
G: Oh, hey! It’s normal again!
H: They were brought back to the city.
G: Well, relatively normal, at least. With a really tall bridge and giant moon.
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Op: So…are we about to kiss or something?
H: Obviously not.
Op: I don’t know. You’re holding me awfully close.
H: I’m just trying to keep you from doing something stupid.
Op: If you say so.
…
Op: Oh, hey. If we didn’t have enough problems, it’s a zombie apocalypse.
H: All with our faces, I see.
Op: Somehow, that’s freakier than if they were just the classic rotting kind.
Ca: Obviously a defense system put in place by the witch. Once one of its prisoners start to notice that something’s wrong, the familiars come in to stop them.
Ch: You know, as much as the early parts weirded me out, I am really starting to dig this! I mean, sure, the cake song was…a thing that happened, but now there’s a reason for the weirdness! There’s a mystery! There’s set-up and atmosphere! It’s not just weird for the sake of being weird!
Ok: I’m pretty sure there’s some of that.
Ch: Well, sure.
H: You do remember that with the way things are going, you’re probably going to be revealed as the villain, right?
Ch: I am okay with this.
…
Op: And the zombies leave after I change my stance?
Ok: Those hips don’t lie.
H: More of they sensed that you weren’t resisting anymore.
Op: Might want to rephrase that.
H: You made it dirty. Not me.
Op: At least this me is starting to wake up. So you have at least one bad bitch supporting you.
H: I feel so much better.
G: Oh, hey! Even then you did that thing where you give people candy as a sign of affection!
Op: I’m honestly surprised that more people don’t do that. Honestly, most problems would be solved if people just gave each other candy all the time.
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Kaer Morhen shenanigans (but mostly Lambert’s) part 8
Here is: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 and Daily Lambert
also Keira & Lambert’s love story, Aiden & Lambert’s love story and… this.
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Eskel: Can I keep this goat?
Vesemir: No.
Eskel: Why not? She’s so cute, I named her Lil’Bleater.
Berengar: Because she’ll hurt and annoy everyone.
Vesemir: And she will destroy everything.
Eskel: But you basically just described Lambert!
Geralt: He has a point. If we can keep Lambert we might as well keep the goat. She can't be worse than him.
Vesemir: It's hard to argue with this logic…
***
*brekfast*
Lambert: Give me a vodka on the rocks.
Geralt: Lambert, it’s 7 in the morning.
Lambert: And a piece of toast.
*a moment later*
Geralt: Eskel, we just ate. Why are you making pancakes?
Eskel: They’re for Lil’Bleater.
Berengar: Why are you making pancakes for goat?
Eskel: She doesn't know how.
***
Lambert: Um, guys?
Berengar: What now?
Lambert: Can animal breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?
Berengar:
Geralt:
Eskel:
Eskel: Where’s Lil’Bleater?!
*a moment later*
Berengar: *leaning against a wall with Geralt while they watch Eskel try to catch Lambert *
Berengar: Amazing.
Geralt: This is the worst chase I’ve ever seen in my life. How has Eskel still not caught him?
Berengar: Lambert is pretty fast, and if he caught him, he would probably kill him. Tbh I don’t think Eskel really wants to touch him. You never know where he’s been.
Lambert: Eskel, calm down! This goat was stinking, someone had finally wash her!
Eskel: YOU CAN RUN BUT ILL STILL BE IN YOUR NIGHTMARES!
***
Vesemir: I can’t believe how drunk you are!
Lambert: I am not drunk.
Vesemir: Yes you are!
Lambert: I am not!
Vesemir: Can you tell the time?
Lambert: Yes *turns to point at clock* I am not drunk!
Vesemir, pointing out of a window: Lambert, do you see that over there? Running between the trees?
Lambert, confused: No, I don't. What is it?
Vesemir, now looking directly at Lambert: It's my patience for your stupid drunk shit, running away from me again!
***
Berengar: Wow, I really like this new, abstract, surrealist, post-modern painting of this depressive and tormented person.
Lambert: Dude, that’s a mirror.
***
Berengar: The fact that I exist literally pisses me off sometimes.
***
Vesemir: What are the signs of teenage depression?
Geralt: Why are you asking?
Vesemir: Berengar was doing laundry earlier and he dropped a sock and I heard him say “why has the god forsaken me”.
***
Vesemir: Where's Berengar? I've been looking for him all day.
Eskel: He’s been in the shower.
Vesemir: All day?
Eskel: Pretty much. He takes really long showers when he gets depressed.
Vesemir: Well, when do you think he’s going to come out?
Eskel: I don't know. He took a chair in there.
*a moment later*
Vesemir and Eskel: *knocks on bathroom door*
Berengar: Who is it?
Eskel: It's us, we just wanna talk.
Berengar: How many of you are there?
Vesemir: Two.
Berengar: Then talk to each other.
***
Vesemir, calling Lambert: Hello.
Lambert: What?
Vesemir: Lambert, you should identify yourself when you answer the phone.
Lambert: Sorry.
Lambert: *thick sarcasm* The Kaer Morhen keep, major disappointment speaking.
Lambert: Better?
Vesemir: *sighs in defeat*
***
Lambert: Hey guys- Why are you all standing on table? Are you playing a game?
Geralt: Yeah, we’re playing “we saw a young arachnomorph in the castle and don’t know where the fuck it went”.
Lambert: *scrambles onto table*
***
Lambert: I’ll think of a plan, I’m the best at plans.
Eskel: No. You’re not.
Lambert: I am! Name one bad plan I’ve come up with.
Eskel: Blowing up the rock troll in the castle tower.
Berengar: Starting a bar brawl because you forgot your wallet.
Geralt: Ritualistically sacrificing Eskel.
Eskel: Putting Lil’Bleater into the washing machine.
Geralt: Throwing bombs inside the castle.
Berengar: Take fisstech and go hunting for a Water Hag in brothel.
Geralt: Ooh, so that's why they kicked you out of there!
Lambert: …
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Vesemir: I'm disappointed
Lambert: And I'm tired of hearing this shit. You're disappointed? Let's think about it: Brengar has depression and suicidal thoughts, I have drinking problem and anger issues, Eskel's best friend is a goat, and Geralt is a slut.
Geralt: Wait, what?
Lambert: And tell me Vesemir, whose fault is that?
Vesemir: It's not your job to question my parenting methods.
Lambert: Why not? I find some of your methods highly questionable.
Geralt: I'm not a slut!
***
Geralt: Ok Lambert, we need you to distract the guards.
Lambert: Right.
Berengar: What are you gonna do?
Lambert: I'm gonna kill them. That ought to distract 'em.
Geralt: I said distract them, not cut them down!
Lambert: There is just no pleasing you sometimes.
Gerlat: Lambert!
Lambert: FINE. I'll take care of it. No killing, I promise.
*Lambert leaves*
Geralt: What do you think Lambert will do for a distraction?
Eskel: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.
*Building explodes and all the horses fled*
Berengar: ...or he could do that.
Geralt: …
Geralt: Fuck. It’s time for Plan B.
Berengar: We have a Plan B?
Geralt: No, but it’s time for one.
*meanwhile in another part of town, Vesemir on a date with countess Mignole*
Vesemir, to Mignole: Hah, look at those idiots getting chased by guards.
Vesemir: Wait.
Eskel, Geralt, Lambert & Berengar: *yelling in the distance*
Vesemir: SHIT- THOSE ARE MY IDIOTS
*later*
Vesemir: I can’t come today, sorry.
Countess Mignole: Why not?
Vesemir: Geralt, Eskel, Lambert and Berengar are all in the hospital.
Countess Mignole: Oh my, what happened?
Vesemir: Varying degrees of idiocy.
***
Eskel: With all due respect Geralt, have you lost your fucking mind?
Geralt: That's with all due respect? And since when you use the fuck word?
Eskel: You took advice from Lambert?!
Berengar: It’s called hitting rock bottom, Eskel.
Geralt: It's called following Vesemir's directions. He always said: „In the unlikely event that you encounter something that is not covered here, find a man named Lambert of Kaer Morhen, get his advice, and then do the opposite.”
Eskel: But you did exactly what Lambert told you!
Geralt: Because it was good advice.
***
Vesemir: Eskel wants to become a witcher when he grows up to kill monsters and help people in need. My other son, Lambert, wants to be a porcupine so he can stab people with his butt.
***
Vesemir, before the young witchers set off on their first independent journey: Eskel, you should look after Lambert.
Eskel: What do you mean? He's a witcher now.
Vesemir: That doesn’t mean he actually knows what he’s doing.
*later on the path during dinner*
Lambert: Okay, guys, who wanted the macaroni and bees?
Eskel: ...
Gerlat: You mean cheese?
Lambert, struggling to keep the bowl covered: That does make more sense, actually.
Eskel: I'm starting to understand what Vesemir meant.
***
Lambert: Your existence is confusing.
Vesemir: How so?
Lambert: Your presence is so fucking annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.
Berengar: It's called Stockholm syndrome.
Lambert: Ah yes, another issue on my long, long list.
Berengar: I think you may also have PTSD.
Lambert: Yeah I have PTSD.
Lambert: Proficient Talent for Sucking D-
Vesemir: WE ALSO need to talk about your use of humor as a coping mechanism.
***
Vesemir: Everyone always asks me how I handle running the witcher school.
Vesemir: The truth is, I don’t. I have no control over them whatsoever. This morning, Geralt called my name, and when I showed up to see what was going on, Lambert shot me in the throat with a slingshot.
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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 - Pope Heyward
Description: After John B and Sarah are gone and Ward was able to get the gold off the Island Pope feels the most defeated he ever has. He’s losing control of his friendships, his family, and his life. He slips into the unhealthy habits of his best friend, JJ. Y/N doesn’t like the person he has become, but what can she even say to start to make it better. TW// Drug use
A/N: I had this idea out of nowhere when rewatching Outer banks recently. Pope is so complex to me and I had a hard time trying to encompass him in this, so any feedback that you have would be so so appreciated. I promise I am working on collision and request this is just a lil break because all my requests are JJ (not that I am complaining haha). As always my Requests/asks/messages are open :)
It had been a few solemn days since Ward Cameron had flown off with the gold and John B and Sarah’s disappearance. The two young teenager’s fates hung like an unsolved mystery heavy over the rest of the pogues. The conspiracies that each person had come up with circled everyone’s thoughts anytime a silence fell over the group. The group felt utterly defeated at the loss of their friend, their brother. They lost the gold to the same man that sealed the fate of John B, angering them even more.
“I don’t even understand why Ward needed that gold so bad!” JJ said kicking the logs in the fire. The logs fell creating a flash of flames. The group flinched slightly at the sudden heat, causing JJ to step back, falling into his respective camping chair. “He’s already rich as fuck anyway.” He scoffed. He pulled a joint from his pockets placing it between his fingers and lighting it. We were used to JJ getting high to deal with the thoughts that overtook his brain. JJ wasn’t JJ without ‘taking the edge off.’
What did surprise me was how Pope leaned forward, skillfully taking the lit joint from JJ’s hand. He leaned back in his chair, bringing it to his lips. He took a visibly large hit, only letting out a few shallow coughs. He closed his eyes letting the feeling wash over him. JJ reached to take it back from him, only for Pope to pull it away from him. Kie and I shared a worried glance with one another before looking back at the two boys on the other side of the fire.
“He’s just a greedy Kook. Rich people get richer, and we don’t. We aren’t the Camerons, we don’t get second chances. Ward robbed us of our one chance to make it rich.” Pope spoke, his voice coming out slow and his drawl becoming more prominent. He was on his fourth hit from JJ’s blunt, no longer flinching when he took a long drag. He finally offered the blunt back to JJ, who practically snatched it from his hand.
“I was trying to get you to relax bro, not hog my shit,” JJ mumbled. Pope just responded with a groan. I kept my eyes trained on the boy in front of me. He had been worrying me lately. He had to have a lot of emotions building up inside of him. He had expressed to us many times that growing up, he never really learned the proper way to deal with emotions. We all knew Heyward expected nothing but the best for Pope, pushing him to be the best version of himself that he could be. Somewhere along the way, I think Pope worked so hard that he lost part of who he was to his studies. All he wanted to do was making his parents proud. I think that is why the treasure hunt was so important for him. It was developmental for all of us, but it allowed Pope to have fun and open up to experiences outside of the textbook, to live the rebellious teenage life.
We were all quick to tell him to come with us, to stop worrying about the essay, the interview, or his dad. None of us thought about how that would affect him. He walked out of his scholarship interview, giving up his one-way ticket to a better life, just to help us. That is the kind of friend that Pope is. Since then it had been tearing the boy apart. He didn’t say much, but whenever Heyward had us packing orders at the shop I could hear the sly remarks made about how Pope had the opportunity for a better life, or how Heyward was angry that Pope let something so good slip from his fingers.
My heart hurt for the boy sitting in front of me. If that wasn’t enough he had to sit with the girl that he confessed his feelings to, only to have her push him away. Kie told me about the interaction almost as soon as it happened. Every time I would catch his eyes wandering to stop on her face, or he would follow in behind her, my stomach would drop. I would do anything for Pope, he knows that. After Kiara told me about their conversation at Tannyhill, I decided that I was going to push my feelings for Pope down to the pits of my brain and forget them, even though that hadn’t been happening lately.
I definitely did not have the best coping mechanisms for this, but JJ was always down to flirt with anyone. I started responding to JJ’s empty flirtatious remarks more often. They almost always caused the two of us and Kie to laugh, but Pope was always seemingly in another world. He was always one to have a witty one-liner or the perfect roast to knock JJ down a few pegs, but he was quiet now. His sense of humor fleeting the group.
“That’s…” Kie started, looking between the group, trying to see a reaction from Pope’s train of thought. “Dark.” she breathed.
Pope scoffed before promptly getting up from his spot by the fire and quickly walking toward the water’s edge. I looked at Kiara and JJ with a confused expression. She nodded her head in his direction signaling that I should follow. I knew that things between the two of them were tense, but every time Pope had gotten upset over the past few weeks my heart broke further and further. He was turning into a shell of himself from the overwhelming amount of rejection that he was feeling.
I found him, leaning against a tree at the edge of the woods, his head hung low, looking at the sharp rocks that formed the jetty. The closer I got the louder the water crashing to the rocks became, helping to drown out some of the loudest thoughts in my head. I approached the tall boy, bringing my hand up to his shoulder, beginning to rub it in a comforting manner.
He pulled his shoulder away from me with a shrug. He shook his head slightly, before looking away from me. It hurt like hell seeing him have this reaction to me simply trying to be there for him. I felt the tears prick my eyes, the events of the past few weeks coming back to fruition as I watched the broken boy in front of me. The moonlight was bouncing off his skin making him glow in the darkness of the moment.
I decided that being by the water was the only way that I would feel calm at this moment. Saltwater ran in all of our veins, the closer we were in proximity to the ocean making us feel more at home. I stepped out and onto the jetty. Looking back at Pope, trying to elicit anything that I could out of him. I held my hand out to him, urging him to follow me to the waves. As his hand slipped into mine, I pulled him further and further from the edge of the island. I felt a glimmer of hope in the way that he gripped my hand and the soft smile that graced his face as we clumsily made our way over the jagged, mismatched rocks.
We finally got the edge, finding a larger rock, suitable for the two of us to sit on. We sat on the rock, our arms and legs brushing against each other due to the limited space. Pope’s eyes were once again were trained on the water that flowed against the rocks underneath us. The silence was heavy for a while.
Pope finally starting to speak. “I’m sorry that I went off like that.” He sighed, leaning back onto his arms letting his head roll back with his eyes closed.
I didn’t respond immediately. I was distracted by the way that his demeanor had changed the anger that had held onto him moments ago was now replaced with sadness. The way that the solemn look on his face made me want nothing more than to melt into him. “You have every right to be upset, Pope,” I said reaching for his hand again. He let me pull it into my lap, holding it between the two of mine, my thumbs rubbing comforting lines, back and forth.
“It’s just so much. I don’t know how much I can handle. I am never enough.” He said. I felt his hand tense up as he lifted himself to sit up straight. “I have literally disappointed my father so much, he won’t even look me in the eye anymore Y/N. I gave up my one good shot to get outta here, at a better life, to help some damn treasure hunt!” He said the urgency in his voice. I was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to help him feel better. “I gave up everything and it still wasn’t enough for the others. They want me to help them with research and give up my time, that I need to earn back my father’s respect, to go on another goose chase.” He said scoffing.
“Hey,” I said forcing him to look at me. “They,” I said nodding my head back toward the other two. “May not get it, but I do. I realize that you gave up everything for your idiot friends. Me included.” I said, finally getting him to crack a slight smile. “And for what it’s worth, I appreciate every single sacrifice that you made through the entire treasure hunt, and I’m sure that if John B was here, he would too,” I said nudging his shoulder.
He let out a slight laugh at the mention of John B. It was always a toss-up to see how we all would react to the mention of him and Sarah, sometimes it was a reminiscent chuckle, sometimes it was a few straggling tears. “Don’t sell yourself short. We would have never found that well without both our brains.” He said nudging my shoulder back. I was happy to see a little more of the Pope that I know, the Pope that I loved, peeking through all the emotions again.
I laughed with him shortly before continuing. “As for your dad, he wants what’s best for you and I don’t think he knows exactly how to show his love for you, so he does it through pushing you to be better because he wished he had someone like that,” I spoke, recounting the time Heyward has told us about his family. I spoke softly trying not to overstep my boundaries.
Pope nodded his head in response, taking in what I had just told him. “I’m glad that they always send you after me.”
I snapped my head to look at him, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. I met his deep brown eyes, filled with every emotion that he was feeling. Reading over my expression he became nervous about his statement. “I mean after everything with Kie, I just figured that they sent you.” He spoke in a low, uncertain voice, shrugging his shoulder, suddenly insecure in the moment.
“No, I always come because I want to. Last time you stormed off, I practically pushed JJ off the dock to get to you.” I said giggling at the memory of the overdramatic boy we were speaking of. It was Pope’s turn to return my statement with knitted eyebrows, as his eyes searched my face for the meaning of my words.
“After Kie…” He said, his voice shaky and low. No one really talked about Pope confessing his feelings for Kiara, we all pretended like it was a fever dream and did not happen. I heard him swallow before continuing,” rejected me.” He said with a sigh. “She said that she wanted something different?” He said, his word coated with confusion themselves. “I just felt like no one really wanted me around, or wanted who I was.” Silence fell over us as I gripped his hands tighter involuntarily, hanging onto every word that left his mouth. Every word he spoke about Kie tearing at my heart. “I don’t love her like that though, I don’t know why I did it.” My heart wanted to shatter for him, but I settled for picking up the pieces to hand to him to put back together. He spoke, regret now evident in his voice. “I don’t why I am doing any of this. I’m getting drunk and high, picking fights, like I’m JJ,” He sighed.
“I know we always said we wanted you to loosen up, this isn’t what I want” I laughed awkwardly trying to joke about the topic, but I meant every word that I said. “I want the old Pope back.” I felt him tense at my words.
Pope stood up, taking his hand out of mine and wiping the dirt off the back of his pants. “I don’t! It’s like my life went downhill after that interview and no one gives a shit! The old Pope was walked over by all these people and I am sick of it!” Pope said, his voice rising as the distress became evident. He started stepping over rocks to move back to the forest.
I quickly stood up, briefly contemplating the words that were about to come out of my mouth., I quickly swallowed my pride, not caring about the outcome. My heart was beating in my throat, making sure that the words had to claw their way out. “I care Pope! I have always cared! Probably more than just your best friend should!” I said. The tears started to prick at the corners of my eyes as the words left my mouth.
Pope stopped in his tracks, turning to face me, his eyes wide as he processed the words that I said. I grew bold in my actions, deciding that if I was going to put it out there that I had to put it all out there. “I’ve always been here Pope, I wished I could have made you seen it sooner before you fell for Kie, but for me,” I stopped closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, “It’s always been you. You’re little witty comments never fail to brighten my day, or how you effortlessly help me to do better at anything, even the way that we used to sit on John B’s dock in the middle of the night and have those deep ass conversations.” I said, feeling out of breath. “You’re it for me.” I managed to get out as my voice finally broke. I opened my eyes to see Pope, walking back towards me, His steps careful and calculated as he crossed the distance that had been created between us.
“You like me?” Pope stuttered out. His face was one of complete and utter shock.
I shook my head and scoffed. “You don’t have to act so surprisedly.” The tears were falling freely down my face, as I tried to look anywhere but the curious eyes if the boy in front of me. I moved my hand to try and wipe away the tears that were falling down my face, embarrassed of how emotional I had become.
I was stopped by Pope’s hand moving at the same time to cup the side of my face forcing me to look up at him. I felt my face contort to show the pain that I was feeling. His eyes flickered between the two of mine. I couldn’t help but melt into the touch of his hand, trying to savor the way that it felt to be in his grasp.
It took me a minute to comprehend what was happening, but the Pope’s lips were on mine. I felt myself sway backward from the feeling. Pope wrapped his arm around my back to keep me upright as I kissed him back at a feverish pace. I settled my arms on either side of his neck, holding the back of his head in one hand. I wanted to pull him impossibly close. The world around us felt like it was spinning into nothing until it was just the two of us in the middle. I could feel the emotions of the night being poured into the kiss, the anger, the regret, but most importantly the passion.
We finally had to pull away from one another in a need for air, but we stayed entangled together on the teetering top of a jetty rock. Pope leaned down once again resting his forehead against mine. The eye contact was so intimate that I felt like I could hear his thoughts.
“Just so we’re clear. I meant it when I said I know that I am not in love with Kiara. I just thought that after all this time you would never see me the way I saw you, so I tried to move on. It really blew up in my face though.” He said, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head. “You’re it for me too.”
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Stark’s Girl
part 03/015 “i'll remind you of that everyday”
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an: yes hello! this part is important for a certain relationship :) but I won't say which one to force you to read it lol I do feel like this part falls to that “gotta have a fill in part before the next important thing happens” but it’s still cute
Tony Stark has been looking forward to this day for the last 6 weeks. A whole 45 days have passed once you were discovered, since you started your reconditioning, and today he was finally looking at the chance to get you out of this place. He had the whole next week planned: you’d come back with him to New York and he would get you all settled into your own place in the Avengers Tower, and let you readjust to life in the city. Then, he would put out the idea of you going with him to help finalize the details of the facility he was working on just north from there, and from there he would just get to spend some quality time with his sister away from the watchful eye of SHIELD.
It was overbearing for him to have to sit there with you and be watched but you had handled those situations calmly. You were a lot more relaxed then he was, even going as far as to comment on it to him. Sure, you were joking around, which he found amusing, but they didn’t find it that much so. They told him that “those kinds of comments are cynical and harmful to the healing process.”
But they wouldn’t ever understand. It was a Stark thing. The demeaning sense of humor was like a coping mechanism for them. But you were just funny all around.
When they had given you what looked to be inedible food, you pushed it around with your fork and mumbled, “Being held captive by Hydra for that many years they at least never handed me a pile of trash to eat.” Tony had to cough into his napkin from laughter, and snuck you in a fattening hamburger the same night, and you both discussed the times your father bribed you both (especially you) with those kiddie meals from your favorite diner in hopes of not spilling to your mother of all his late work nights if she was traveling.
Another time was when it was Tony, you, and Steve, whom he had asked for his help on assessing your physical “attributes”. He watched as you were able to hold your own against him, until the last moment and Steve had you pinned against the ground, “My dad never told me you were so aggressive with women, Steve, but I can see the appeal,” to which Steve had loosened his grip on you and you’d flip him in a matter of second, “he did tell me that you were often intimidated by women. Guess that was right.” Tony had a shit eating grin that day, while Steve disappeared for the next few hours. You, on the other hand, didn’t even seem to be phased by his disappearance. But what Tony didn’t know about were the nights he wasn’t with you, Steve was.
That night in particular he had joined you with his laptop, as per usual, and the latest addition to his bucket list. You were slowly working your way through the Star Wars saga, even though you remember the original movies when you were younger, the details of them were lost to you. So you had eagerly sat up when the door opened, making room for Steve to sit with you on your bed. He didn’t mention the occurrence earlier in the day, and you didn’t either. Really, what could he say? You bested him with your words. He wasn’t upset about it.
That night, while watching The Empire Strikes Back, he got to see you in a new light. He watched you from the corner of his eye be completely immersed in this situation. Relaxed.
You.
It was a month since they had found you. And in that month Steve had learned a number of things. He learned that you were funny, you definitely shared that trait with Tony (although he would never admit that to him). He learned that when you were quiet you were actually analyzing the people around you, learning. You were smart and cunning, another thing you shared with Tony. He also learned that you don’t show your fear to others, not unless you trust them. At times, he felt you acted differently around Tony, and then around himself compared to others. Expected, yes, but he was . . . flattered in a way that you trusted him like that. But, on the other hand, you didn’t trust him as much as you trusted Tony. However, the nights where you two would spend alone time, it felt refreshing for him.
That night in particular, when the credits began to roll, he had never seen you react in the way you did. You had shot up from the bed, and had your hands rested on the side of your cheeks, mumbling to yourself, “Как они придумали это? Его отец? Джедай? (How did they come up with this? His father? A Jedi?)”
Steve chuckled to himself, and you shot him a daring glare, “Don’t laugh at me.”
“You didn’t see it coming?” He asked, to which you shook your head, and he laughed a bit to himself, closing his laptop. Something crossed your face, causing your brow to narrow and frown at him.
“So soon?”
Was that sadness he heard wrapped in your voice? He had tried to ignore it but it crossed his mind a number of times after that.
But today, Steve was looking forward to getting off this base once and for all. He was sitting in the meeting room, a number of SHIELD doctors entering, before Tony burst into the room, clapping his hands.
“Alright ladies and gentleman, let’s get this show on the road,” he greeted, earning not much of a response from the other agents, so he beelined for Steve. Tony sat next to him, resting an arm on the table and facing his companion.
“I’ve been looking forward to this day for the last 6 weeks,” Tony commented, and Steve crossed his arms over his chest, offering a nod.
“I’m sure you have, Tony.”
“Are you coming back to New York?” Tony asked, pulling a phone out from his jacket pocket. Steve shrugged his shoulders.
“Not sure, it’s time I got back to searching for Bucky,” he replied, earning a nod from Tony as he scrolled on his phone, typing every once in a while.
“Well thank you for these last few weeks,” he looked up from his phone, and smiled that toothy grin at him, “I needed someone here with me to help with her.”
“Of course, Tony,” he nodded, “how do you plan on introducing Pepper and her?”
“Carefully,” he sighed, sitting back in his chair, “Pep is in California right now, so it’ll give her a few days to settle in-”
As he was finishing his thought, the door opened up. Both men stood, as one shorter female agent entered, and followed shortly behind her was the new director (resurrected, or never really dead, that was classified). Phil Coulson looked just about the same, maybe a year or two older than the last time they saw him.
“Good morning everyone,” he greeted offering a kind smile as he pulled out the chair at the head of the table, “let’s get on with it shall we? Let’s start with the final evaluation.”
One of the doctors nodded and Coulson, Tony, and Steve all sat in their respective seats. The doctor opened up their file and cleared her throat.
“After careful evaluation, we’ve determined that Ms. Stark isn’t completely ready to be reintroduced to society.” Tony’s jaw dropped, and before he could interject she continued, “Over the last six weeks we have learned some things, but there is still much we aren’t aware of. She declines to share explicit details of her experience. When pressed further she goes silent and won’t speak further unless Mr. Stark or Captain Rogers are present, and even at that point in time, it’s casual. Not informative.
As far as physical evaluations, she appears to be completely healthy. Capable. The training she has and the little information we have determines she was trained similarly to the likes of Natasha Romanoff and—“ she paused to glance at Steve and then back to Coulson, ignoring Tony’s ever growing anger, “—and James Barnes. She’s proven to be able to hold her own against Captain Rogers. She could be dangerous if pushed too far.”
Tony saw his chance to interject, “This is such horseshit.” He motioned over to the doctors sitting across from him before his hand landed on the table. “We have done everything you’ve asked and you only spring up your concern now?”
“We have expressed our concern, but you have elected to ignore those--”
“Elected to ignore,” he mimicked and looked to Coulson. “The only thing they’ve complained about is how her humor is detrimental to the healing process, like they don’t know how I’ve coped in the past-”
“Tony,” Steve tried to cut in, but Tony kept going. This time, he stood, pointing at all of them.
“She was just a little girl, and you see her ways of coping as harmful when in reality, anyone can see that she is trying to hold onto that shred of childhood memory that she has left.” Steve knew better than to interrupt him, but one of the agents behind him didn’t. After trying to place a hand on Tony’s shoulder, Tony ripped his arm from his grip.
“She doesn’t belong here. Locked up and being ‘evaluated’. She needs to go somewhere where she can feel safe, and-and comfortable, you assholes are trying to take that--”
“That’s enough, Mr. Stark,” Coulson finally said out loud. Tony's attention went to him, as his chest heaved. “Please. Sit down.”
Tony looked back around the table before his eyes landed on Steve, who offered him a friendly nod to the chair he had shot out of. Tony grumbled something beneath his breath, and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Coulson leaned forward, his fingers lacing together on the table.
“I see the concern that they have,” he started and shot a warning look at Tony before he could interject. “I’ve gone over it myself. She is very skilled, and in some ways we didn’t get a chance to learn. But, Tony, you’re absolutely right. She won’t get any better if she stays here.”
“Sir--” one of the doctors tried to interrupt, but Coulson ignored them.
“I’m allowing her departure, with the agreement that you,” he said, pointing at Tony, “will be keeping a watchful eye on her while she is in your care. You can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, but she is your responsibility.”
“Thank you, Coulson-” Tony said before being cut off.
“I’m not finished,” Coulson said, and Tony nodded eagerly. His finger went to Steve’s direction, “I’m also allowing her care to fall upon you, Captain.”
“Sir?” Steve questioned.
“In the instance that Tony cannot be with her, I’m allowing you to be a responsible party. I need it to be understood where you go, she goes too.”
Steve was quiet, processing the plate practically pushed in front of him. Tony nearly whipped around in his chair to look at him, his eyes looking for some kind of answer on Steve’s face. Steve looked up from his hands, and at his friend. His mind trailed off to you, and that sad look you had given him the last night you spent time together. He offered a nod to Tony, who grinned and looked back to Coulson.
“Of course. We understand.”
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You had seen the pictures, you had pictured it in your mind but seeing it in front of you was like an out of body experience.
When Tony came to you in that room, leaving the door open for you, you felt a wave of happiness wash over your body. He smiled at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss to the side of your head. And you left. And you never looked back.
But in this moment, as Tony allowed you to unbuckle yourself and come to the front of the Quinjet (they called it that) to look out the front window, you were surprised. You held onto the back of his chair as the Avengers Tower stood high above the other building on the skyline. The sheer size made you mumble a wow beneath your breath, but he heard you and tossed a glance up at you. The kiddish amazement in your eyes made his heart soften. Tony carefully slowed the speed of the Quinjet before edging closer to the large platform on the building, and you steadied yourself as he brought the ship to a stop. On the platform, Steve Rogers awaited.
Tony took the time to flip switches off, and the back ramp opened, and you were eager to step out of the metal ship. Steve stood with his hands in his pockets, squinting against the blaring sunlight, but still offered you a smile.
“I hope Tony’s flying wasn’t too much to handle,” he called through the air. You shrugged your shoulders, and smiled back at him.
“I’ve experienced worse,” you responded back. You walked around the aircraft and looked out to the skyline before you. The edge of the platform had no end, and if someone wasn’t careful enough or paying attention, they were sure to fall right off. But you took steps closer and closer to the edge, mesmerized by the colors reflecting off the buildings of New York. It was a beautiful view. Your thoughts were cut short when a hand grabbed your arm, not too tightly, and you looked back at your capturer.
Tony looked at you with a hint of worry in his eyes, and you sighed, “Tony I’m just looking at the view.”
“I know,” he released your arm, and your eyes glanced between him and Steve who had followed around, “I know I just--”
“You’re just worried about me, yes, I understand.”
He didn’t reply but motioned back towards the looming modern building, and you felt as if you had to force yourself to walk past him and towards the glass doors that opened as you stepped closer. Steve joined beside Tony, both men walking behind you as you entered the building, the cool air conditioning hit your arms and you wrapped your arms in one another, looking around the room.
Tony had a very easy sense of design. Simple, modern, and mostly clean. It was appealing, but there wasn’t much sense of home here. You let him give you a tour around the place, before he showed you to your room. ‘Room’ was an understatement though, it was like having your own little apartment in this extravagant building. You sat on the bed when the two men were about to leave the room, before Tony spun around.
“Oh I almost forgot,” he spun around and clapped his hands, “I almost forgot to tell you about JARVIS.”
“JARVIS..?” you drawled out, and a voice rang into the room.
“Yes, ma’am that’s correct. I run most of the systems in this building,” the male voice said and you shot up from the bed, looking around.
“JARVIS is an intelligence system I created, over the years he’s been developed to run operations at Stark Industries, and now here,” he said. Tony moved his arms around to motion the building. “If you need anything, just ask him.”
You nodded slowly as he spoke, and settled back onto the bed. “Okay..”
Tony offered a small smile. “I’ll let you rest a bit, give you some privacy. I’m sure you miss that.”
“I did, yeah,” you replied. “Thank you, Tony.”
“Anything for you.”
But you never left your room. You never came back to the common area, or kitchen for dinner. The sun set, the moon rose, and Tony hadn’t seen you since he left you in your room. Of course, the only thing he asked of JARVIS was if you were okay.
“She’s fine, sir, just resting.”
He went to his room that night and couldn’t fall asleep for the life of him. The only sense of comfort he got was when Pepper answered his call, and her face filled his room.
“How’s it going?” she asked and he sighed, running a hand over his face.
“I don’t know. We got here and she’s been in her room ever since.”
Pepper’s eyes crinkled a bit at the side, and she nodded her head. “She just needs time, Tony, that’s all it is. She’s alone for the first time in years, that solitude sometimes it’s comforting.”
She wasn’t wrong.
You fell asleep shortly after Tony left you. You rested against a pile of pillows and pulled the blanket up to your shoulders, and slowly fell asleep while staring at a wall. When you woke up, darkness surrounded you, and you rolled onto your back. The lamp beside you came on and you rubbed one of your eyes. You blinked a couple times and furrowed your brows.
“What time is it?” you tested.
“It’s 11:06 PM,” JARVIS’ voice said. You sat up in your bed, and moved your legs off the side of the bed.
“Could you.. Could you show me the way to the kitchen?”
“Of course,” he said and you stood from the bed and moved to the door of your room. You pulled the door open and a small blue light on the wall was in front of you, and moved to your right. You followed, your bare feet quiet against the floor as you stepped along. You crossed your arms over your chest as you followed the blue light and it stopped at the elevator. You pressed the button and the doors opened up for you, and you entered. It moved on its own and you cleared your throat when it opened back up for you to exit.
The common area was larger than your room, but the kitchen was evident. You mumbled a thanks and quickly walked over to the fridge you could see and pulled the door open, grabbing a bottle of water. You practically tore the lid open and chugged half the bottle, walking back to the open living area. When you closed the bottle again, letting out a satisfied “ah” sound your eyes landed on the large TV screen on the wall.
You took a couple steps forward and the light in the room came on automatically. You sat down on the soft couch, and rested your arms on your legs.
“JARVIS?” you called out quietly.
“I’m here,” his voice said.
“Do you have any . . . personal videos of my family?”
He was quiet for a few seconds, and a part of you hoped he would say no, but that wasn’t the case.
“Yes, there is a number of footage I’ve found.” He paused as you sighed. “Would you like me to play it?”
“Yes,” you answered. The TV turned on and you set the bottle of water down on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest.
Shaky, grainy footage started to play. The clicking of a camera sound was evident, and at first all you could see were feet. You furrowed your brows until the camera came up more, and there was Tony. His arm stretched out before him and he smiled at the camera.
“Dad didn’t see the point in filming,” his young voice echoed in the room, and he swung the camera around until your parents were visible, “but I think it’s important to film this.”
“Tony,” Howard warned, looking exceptionally disheveled as he was bouncing around a baby. You.
“Only a few weeks old and already taking your toll on dad, I gotta give her props,” Tony said again. A kissing sound came from close to the mic, and then Maria appeared.
“Tony, please, why don't you come and try feeding her?” her voice said, sweetness laced in it. The camera fumbled a bit, and the image cut out. You smiled, but the next one started almost immediately.
Happy birthdays filled the room you were in, and there in a high chair was you, already grabbing at the cake that was placed in front of you. Tony was beside you this time, not behind the camera. He was laughing as you smeared the cake around, flinging a small piece onto his cheek. The camera moved to show Maria, hurrying over to clean the mess, and a chuckle coming behind the camera.
“We’ve got a fiesty one on our hands, Maria,” his voice said playfully. She shot him a glare, and the feed cut out again.
This time, the next image was clearer and more colorful. Your face filled the screen, water surrounding you and your hair wet and glowing in the sun.
“And here we have the talented, undeniably prettiest girl in the world, little miss (Y/N),” as Tony spoke you swam backwards, giggling, “wanting to show off her handstand skills to mom and dad dearest.”
The camera swung around to show Howard and Maria, standing under a patio, and Tony zoomed in on their faces. You shook your head.
“Stop,” you whispered, and the footage stopped. At some point your eyes had watered, and a tear slid down your cheek. Your eyes were focused on the crystal clear image of your parents, alive, and looking on at their children happily. Another tear fell at the thought and you let it. You let the tears fall even when someone came over next to you and sat beside you.
They didn’t say anything, but just looked at what was on the TV. You rested your chin on your knee, staring ahead.
“Everything I told you I really do remember,” you whispered, “but there’s not a lot I recall, and everyday I feel like I remember them less and less.”
You shook your head and a tear slid down your cheek. “I can’t remember their faces without seeing a photo or--or this . . . Tony, I don’t want to forget.”
You were looking at him now, the tears on your face highlighted by the glow from the TV. Tony brought his hand up to your cheek and wiped away a tear, his hand resting there and you leaned into his palm. “You won’t forget them, you won’t,” he repeated.
His other hand went to your other cheek, cupping your face in his hands. “You won’t ever forget how much they loved you, the joy you brought to their lives--to mine.” He paused and smiled sadly at you. “And I’ll remind you of that everyday if I have to.”
You nodded a bit as he spoke, and he brought you closer to him, placing a kiss to the top of your head. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his chest, and nestled yourself into his side as one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You were curled into him, and he rubbed your shoulder slowly.
Neither of you said anything for the rest of the night. Tony held you until he could hear the even breaths leave your body, and he knew you were asleep. But he didn’t move. He stayed there and rubbed your shoulder until he fell asleep too, his head falling backwards against the couch.
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