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daemonoferror · 1 year

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Asgard's Bard- Part 1

Heimdall x gn! Reader

TW: Death, pain, blood, heimdall glaring at you being your only interaction.

Summary: Congrats! You died. And you got a promotion.

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The last you remember, a sense of true powerlessness fell over you, before a sharp, stinging pain rippled through your back. The world came to a halt, and your vision goes black.

What feels like only a moment later, your eyes snap open and you suck in a deep breath, like a drowned man taking in air for the first time in months. The pain in your back is replaced by an almost unbearable soreness, helped tremendously by the soft bed below you. You lay completely still, every bone in your body frozen, muscles tense in a state of flight or fight. Where are you? You don't recongize this bedroom. You rack your brain for an explanation that won't come, until a voice interrupts.

"Ah, you're back. Good." Too quickly, you sit up in bed, your back protesting. In the doorway of the room is a man. He's old with grey hair and an eyepatch. He's familiar, you think. From portraits and statues, but you don't want to make assumptions, and his build looks smaller- frailer than you imagined. "You have talent, it would've been a shame to lose something like this so soon." He brings your attention to a worn leather journal he was reading. Your journal. Your most valued possession, in the hands of someone else. Before you can act on the new found panic, the man chuckles and tosses the book to you. The short lived fear evaporates and you flip through it to make sure nothing was messed with.

"What's going on? Where am I?" You ask with shakey breath, looking back up at the man.

He shrugs, "Well, you died." He answers in a matter-of-fact tone. "But I brought you back. You're welcome."

"But... how?" The words don't settle as they should. You're too tired, too stunned to really understand. What does resonate is that the power the man possess if he's telling the truth comfirms your earlier suspicion is correct, "All-Father?"

"Yes, that is what they call me." The god says with a smile. It must be obvious after a short silence that you're not in a clear state of mind, so he continues, "Look, I know it's a lot to take in. Not every day you're brought back to life and meet a god, eh? Why don't you take some time. There's a water basin to wash your face, and a wardrobe full of clean clothes. Nicer than anything ya got in midgard, I promise. Once you're ready, come talk to me in my study. Just down the stairs, you can't miss it. Sound good?" You respond with a small nod. Being in the presence of a god has rendered you speechless, it seems. He claps his hands together, "Good" he hums, and walks away from the room.

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. You're really in Asgard. You just met a god. It seemed unbelievable, more likea dream than reality. At any moment you could wake up back in Midgard, in some rundown tavern with a pissed-off barkeeper tending to you because you drank too much. That sounds far more realistic than any of this. With a pained groan you slowly drop your legs off the side of the bed and stand up. You stretch as much as you can bare, slightly relieving your injured back. If this is a dream, this pain could've fooled you.

You have in mind to head to the wardrobe, but you pause to take the rest of the room . It's small, but you don't figure you'd need a big space. On the wall by the door, there's an array of instruments lined up, mostly string instruments you're familiar with, like a tagelharpa and rebec. A flute laid ontop of an overturned crate- which there were a lot of in the room, making it seem only half decorated. Some drums sat on the floor, though you had never played them as much as a lyre, which was the only instrument you couldn't be seen anywhere in the room. There's a desk pushed up against the wall opposite of the instruments, with a blank scroll open on it, and a crate full of more on the floor nearby. It's odd how the room seems almost designed for you.

You make your way to the wardrobe at the end of the room, in the middie of the wall. Throwing open the doors, you're met with an array of tunics, cloaks, fur coats, belts, gold jewelry, and more. You peel off your brown tunic, shoulders aching as your arms raise to lift it over your head. "What in Hel!" You yell, dropping the garment and stepping away. The entire back of the shirt is drenched in dark red, old blood. You reach behind you, clawing at what you can reach for an injury, or blood, or a scab. Besides the soreness you're already accustomed with, there's no other evidence of a wound. Odin's words repeat- you died. "How could I have-" your voice fades out. You died. You hear it in All-Father's nonchalant tone, and you feel like you're hearing it- actually understanding it for the first time. Things don't feel like a dream anymore, not even a nightmare. All at once everything feels too real. Your breath quickens, you sink to the floor and clutch your heart. Does it even beat anymore? Are you really alive? What does it mean to be brought back to life? You grapple with hundreds of questions, your mind spiraling.

Soon you remember the basin, and all you can think is how good the cold water would feel on your skin. You scramble to it and splash your face with water. It's refreshing and grounding, helps remind you to breathe. You stare into your reflection, hands on either side of the basin supporting your weight as you lean over it.

There's some small scars litter your face and upper neck, nothing bigger than a nick or a cat scratch, and they're hardily noticeable. The same scars are scattered across your hands too, if you look closely. You're relieved to see you don't look bad. Your skin isn't a different color, your eyes are the same. The scars are the only new addition. You don't remember how you got them, though. If you think about it, you realize you can't remember much of the weeks leading up to now. Maybe even months of your memory are gone. You know the important things- your name, your home, family and friends. You know you traveled a lot, reciting poetry and playing music anywhere that would pay you. But besides that blurry flash of pain, you can't remember much.

You stand up again and return to the dresser. The All-Father has requested to meet with you, and it's not something to take lightly. You know he would have an explanation and answers to your questions. You need to keep composure and stay focused to speak with him. You slip on a simple white tunic and pants- as simple as clothes get in Asgard, anyways, each garment adorned with golden embroidery. The clothes fit perfectly, and you try not to wonder how or why.

You shake off the nerves one last time before pushing open the door. Even though the lodge looks homey, it still makes you feel small. You're glad the hall is empty, keeping your focus on getting to the study without distractions. At the bottom of the stairs, the door is ajar, and you can hear Odin talking to someone inside. You knock on the door, with no response. You decided against waiting outside, anxious to get answers to your death and resurrection, and figuring if it were something important they could've shut the door properly. So you slip in, and await patiently by the entrance.

There's a man talking to Odin. You try not to eavesdrop but you pick up bits about an object Odin wants the man to get, and the man being reluctant to do so though he doesn't out right refuse. His dialect sounds much more sophisticated than most you meet, even Odin. He's facing away from you, but you still draw inspiration from his beauty. His golden hair woven in neat braids, the confidence in his posture, and the wit in his voice. You come to a simple conclusion that he seems nice, and would be a good subject for a poem.

Odin seems quickly annoyed with the boy though, and his expression brightens when he sees you. "Ah! There's my poet!" He stands from his desk, raising his arms to gesture to you. "Come in, please! Heimdall, you're dismissed, we'll continue this discussion later." He lowers his voice to address the man.

"But All-Father, I-" Heimdall starts, cut off by Odin, louder this time.

"Dismissed!" Heimdall doesn't protest this time, but it's clear he wants to. He turns on his heels and starts towards the door, his gaze locking with your's as he leaves. Even though he was clearly glaring at you with an unparalleled hatred, your mind sparks with analogies for the prettiest eyes you've ever witnessed. Like shimmering amythests in an otherwise baren cave.

"Ignore him. He doesn't do well with strangers." Odin says with an eyeroll, "he sees things for me, ya know." He mentions like a bad pun you're supposed to understand. Heimdall is familiar, though. You've heard stories of him- the keeper of Ghallerhorn and a protector of Asgard- but you never imagined he'd be like that. "Come, sit! We've got losts to talk about. You've had an eventful day afterall." You listen to All-Father, walking up to the desk and taking a seat. "I'm sure you've got questions. Hit me!" All-Father says confidently, and the way he talks both perplexes and comforts you. He acts too casual to be a god.

There's no better way to phrase it, you think after a moment of quiet as you try. "Am I really dead?" You finally ask.

The AllFather answers, "Don't sound so sad about it. You've been resurrected! A new lease on life." He tacks on, "And I assure you, there's no long lasting side effects. Some scars, yeah, and I'm sure you've noticed some soreness, but that'll heal as normal. Probably." All-Father thinks for a minute before adding, "Though immortality can be considered a side effect, I suppose I should mention that." He sounds like he's bragging to you. You've accepted a great offer, it sounds. Too bad you weren't conscious during the decision making.

"Immortality?" You repeat. It's so hard to speak to Odin. You would've expected his mannerisms to be so much different than he acts. He seems eccentric, he could talk to himself for hours if he wanted. He knows what people want to hear- or at least tries to guess- staying in a constant neutral zone so he appears likeable to a wider audience.

"Yeah, well. We all die someday." Odin says with a sigh and a shrug, "What's a few extra years, huh?" He chuckles, you force a smile. He must do this kind of thing often. It's strange to have someone so postive and confident in front of you while you're so uneasy about it all.

"May I ask, why did you bring me back?" You decide to ask, shifting in your chair. You trusted All-Father to do what's best for everyone- but you couldn't see how revising you could affect anyone but yourself.

"I heard of you. A talented poet and musician from Midgard, some even described you as a god. I wanted to see it for myself. I thought it was a real shame when I heard of your passing." Allfather explains with a shrug. While you knew people enjoyed your works- nothing could match the honor you felt walking into a tavern and hearing someone recite one of your poems- but you had never heard anyone refer to you as a god. You didn't think you were worthy of that title at all. The All-Father slowly stands up, and starts to pace behind the desk. "And I figured, entertainment is an important part of any society, wouldn't you think? Well Asgard may be lacking in that department. Fighting, training, drinking, and so on can only be fun for so long." He turns back and raises a hand to you. "Someone with your talent could really lighten up the place. I was hoping, maybe, you'd be interested in being a bard- the bard- of Asgard."

"What?" Was all you could say, completely stunned. You were a starving artist in midgard, no where near being Asgard matieral. You wondered if maybe during the gap in your memory you had improved drastically- if the height of your poetic talent died when you did.

"Well, it's just like you did in Midgard. Write your poems, sing your songs- inspire the people of Asgard. Though you might have to pander to your audience a bit, write about the gods, maybe help me with a few studies-" He nearly mumbles it, glossing over things that might be unsavory for you. He continues, "In return you can live here in the lodge." He shrugs, "I could pay you, but money won't have much value while you're here." He chuckles.

"And if I refuse?" You ask. You didn't think you could. You knew you couldn't. This just felt too good to be true. Odin resurrected the wrong poet or something. But you didn't think All-Father was capable of making such mistakes, was he?

"Then you can go back to Midgard and do whatever is you want to do there." Odin dismissively waves a hand at you. His tone is somewhere between indifference and disappointment. "Though I can't see much there for you now." He says it like it's a jab at you. You suppose he's right. Midgard is no place to live right now. Your job barely made ends meet no matter how good you were. And what would your friends and family think of all this? Did they know you died?

Even if you don't feel worthy, the cushy lifestyle is something that's impossible to give up once it's offered. You nod sagely and stand up, outstretching an arm to Odin. "Yeah. I accept." You smile softly and nervously.

Odin's mood is instantly lifted as he shakes your forearm, "Wonderful!" He laughs and walks around the desk to you. "Say, why don't I bring you on a tour of Asgard, show you around?"

"That'd be great." You say, following him to the door. You'd hate to get lost in the new realm, and you're eager to see what inspiration you can pull from Asgard. A series of panicked squawks From behind startles you and makes you jump. One of Odin's ravens sits on a wooden stand nearby, flapping its wings. You glare at the creature, and All-Father seems equally annoyed.

"Huginn, what have I told you about sneaking up on me like that!" The bird answers with more squawks, "What? What do you want! What is it you blasted bird!" Odin huffs in annoyance, seemingly letting the bird talk for a while, "Uh huh. Uh huh. I understand." He says half heartedly, and you wonder if he actually understands what it's saying or is just responding to comfort the animal. "Yes, I get it. I said I know!" He turns back to you with a heavy sigh, "I'm truly sorry, something's just come up that I gotta sort out."

"I understand. I can wait for you to get back-" You suggest, though you really don't want to, and would probably sneak off within minutes due to boredom anyways.

"No, no, I'm sure you'll make do on you're own. Explore a bit, make friends. Just don't wander to far alright? And try not to die again, eh?" Odin chuckles, though the words catch you off guard. You're almost offended by joke.

"Allfather, do you know how I died?" You blurt while you're on the subject, realizing you meant to ask earlier.

Odin hums and answers, "It's better not to think about thar, child." His tone is sympathetic, and with a sigh you realize he's probably right. Nothing would change by knowing. A flock of ravens surround Odin, and when they disappear, so does he.

You sigh and leave the room feeling defeated. You quickly find a room upstairs similar to a cafeteria. A few people are scattered around the long tables, talking, eating, and drinking. The murmurs are familiar to you, and you set your journal down at an empty corner of the table. You're used to writing in noisy taverns, but you don't feel like walking far and getting lost.

Your thoughts returned to Heimdall as you prepare to write. You know with your new position you'll have to write in a more formal structure soon, but for now you focus on scribbling down whatever comes to mind.

"He is crafted from wealth

His brilliant eyes were carved from shimmering amythests

And gifted to show one's truest intent

The one with golden teeth speaks

With a tone of eloquence

His blonde hair in intricately woven braids

Similar to engravings on a well-loved bow

A protector of Asgard,

He is truly priceless."

#reader edits the poem between chapters-#i revised this like 4 times and there's like 3 paragraphs I refused to touch bc they were so bad #anyways LAUGH. LAUGH at reader for making ASSUMPTIONS. can't wait for them to be WRONG #heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #gn!reader #gender nuetral reader #this is cringe. it'll get better.#asgard's bard #x reader

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Rest Your Weary Hands Snippet 1 - Fierce Protector

This can be read at any time but fits best between parts 12 and 13. It's not one whole story but lots of little ones that didn't justify a whole chapter and didn't fit in the flow of the story.

Part 12

Contains: Medical care, ableism, protective Ivar, protective reader, fluff.

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You and Ivar accept each other as you are, after a while, it became more than just simple acceptance and becomes something else.

You were rubbing Ivar's legs when the door burst open, it was Hvitserk and Sigurd. You covered Ivar's legs as fast as you could and stood up in front of him. You had only been here one day and you didn't know any of them well at all.

"Don't you know how to knock? I'm treating your Brother, unless it's life-threatening, it can wait." They looked shocked.

"Apologies My Princes, it's very important that I do this in a timely manner." You cast your eyes to the ground expecting to be punished, it seems that Ivar wanted to intercede

"You heard her, go. She'll be with you when she's done with me." They looked at Ivar funny but left anyway.

"I'm sorry about that My Prince, I should have locked the door."

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The men behind you were snickering at Ivar while whispering behind their hands, "He can't even walk, why is she bothering.", "Maybe she wants to snatch up a prince without having to fuck one." Ivar looked down at his feet then glanced to you.

"Don't listen to them My Prince, it's not your fault they won't take the time to know you before making assumptions." Ivar gave you a small smile, but didn't seem to pick up so you walked over to the men.

"I have excellent hearing gentlemen, if I ever hear you speaking badly about a Son of Ragnar again, I will have you flogged."

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A drunk man was stumbling around The Great Hall while you and Ivar enjoyed a late dinner, "Leave the cripple and come to my bed, pretty girl." He wobbled up to you and put a hand on the back of your chair, leaning in close enough that you could smell meed on his breath.

"I would much rather be In Prince Ivar's presence than yours, now leave before I have you kicked out." The man didn't move so you picked up an empty jug and swung it at his head, he fell over and clutched the bleeding cut.

"Leave now, I won't ask again."

You were sitting at the training ground watching Ivar and Ubbe spar when two warriors walked up to them.

"You've improved Prince Ivar, I guess you can fight like a man now instead of a cripple." the other man laughed, they must have been visiting from elsewhere because no one who lived in Kattagte would speak to Ivar like that. Before anyone else could do anything, you tapped the primary aggressor on the shoulder, when he turned around you reared up and punched him straight in the face. He went down clutching his nose and you turned to the other man.

"Apologise or I won't be just punching you." The man shifted and you crossed your arms over your chest.

"How about, 'I'm sorry Oh Merciful Prince Ivar for my terrible disrespect, thank you for not gutting me." The man turned bright red and looked at the ground.

"Don't look at your feet, look at Ivar and say your sorry." You took a step towards him so you were in his space, Ubbe was standing behind you, ready to step in if it got physical.

"I'm sorry Prince Ivar, I was wrong, you're not a man...." He didn't get to finish his sentence before you were on top of him, slamming his head into the dirt. Ubee left it for a little while, but when it started to sound wet more than crunchy he pulled you off. He actually had to lift you up bodily, off the ground to get you away from the man.

You turned your glare to Ubbe "I wasn't done." Ubbe shook his head.

"You are now." He cast a look back at the men, one now helping the other off the ground.

"If I see you around here again, I will let her finish the job."

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To say you were exhausted was an understatement, you were so tired you could barely stand up. There had been incident at the docks and you had been sticking wounds for the last 36 hours with no sleep, the brothers had come to collect you to get you to get some rest for hours, but each time you were busy so you told them to come back.

You were finally done but the walk to The Great Hall seemed like a trek to the mountains so you put out a blanket on the beach and laid down planning to rest for 20 minutes before going back to your room to get some extra sleep.

Ivar was walking to the beach to come and get you, this time he wouldn't give you room to refuse. As he came around to your spot he saw you curled up in a thin blanket. A little bit to your left, two men were going through your bag, you were so fast asleep it was like they weren't even there.

However, you were woken up by the sound of an axe being buried in someone's skull, when you lifted your head up, one man was running away and the other was dead, bleeding on the sand. You rubbed your face and look over at Ivar.

"What did you do that for?" He walked up to the man and pulled the axe out of his head before walking over to you and helping you stand up.

"He was about to steal from you, I don't know what he would have done after that so I planed for the worst." You shook your head at him, but your tone was friendy, "you don't need to kill every person who upsets me Ivar, I can take care of myself."

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Ivar was watching you from afar. You were very very drunk, having an animated conversation with one of the junior livestock healers. You were one of the wonderful drunks that told everyone how great they were, it made him laugh.

You reached up into a stretch and a yawn and slapped your hand on the man's shoulder, he could see you vaguely gesturing to the back of the hall where your room was.

The man you were speaking to nodded, gave you a big smile then left, so you started stumbling to your room. Just as he was about to go and help, one of the royal guards stepped in to do it instead. He knew you were in good hands and nothing was going to happen to you but that didn't stop him from stomping over.

"I'll take it from here Erik." Erik was already handing you over to Ivar, "it's alright Ivar, Erik is nice, he was just going to take me to my room." Ivar shook his head.

"I know he's nice y/n, but do you really want him seeing the mess on your shelves, you've been complaining you haven't had the time to get around to cleaning them for days." You pointed at your head and laughed, "you have a really big brain Ivar, I don't want him seeing the mess, but you're ok because your room is in even worse a state."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Come on giggles, lets get you to bed."

Part 13

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june-again · 3 years

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as a friend.

-> NISHINOYA x GN!READER

prompt: "can i kiss you?" warnings/content: slight angst, kissing, 800w.

“All I need in life is pop tarts,” he explained enthusiastically as if he was describing gourmet food. “I can't believe I've never tried them until now. The texture — the flavour — the colours — everything is perfect.”

Laughter fell out of your mouth and you made a dubious face at him. No matter what mood you were in, he always managed to brighten up your day, and he often said you had the same effect on him. You were grateful you had called him today.

“So you're saying,” you summarized through giggles, “that as long as you can eat pop tarts every day, you don't care where you end up? Are you sure that's a good idea? It doesn't sound very healthy.”

“No, of course not. I need a fancy toaster for them. Maybe a toaster oven. Do they still make toaster ovens?”

“I'm sure they do.” You smiled at the thought of Nishinoya learning how to use a toaster oven. “And then will you be satisfied?”

He paused, looking into his screen. You thought for a second that he might be about to say something deep. “Not until… I try every flavour.”

You laughed again, admiring his proud expression. You both went quiet for a second.

“Thanks for cheering me up, Noya,” you said softly.

He smiled. “Of course.”

“I guess that's what friends are for, hey?”

“Uh— yeah! Um. Friends. We're friends?”

Your chest tightened. Did he not like hanging out with you? Did he not even see you as even that? Yes, it had only been a few weeks and you didn’t really talk about what kind of relationship you had, but you assumed it was clear that you weren’t strangers anymore. “Yeah, aren't we?”

He seemed to recover from his momentary funk, showing you a smile. “Yes! Sorry, I don’t know why I reacted like that.” He laughed nervously. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?”

“Okay, sounds good! Thanks again for talking with me, Noya!”

“See you!”

You tried not to overthink it. The last half hour talking to him had been so much fun after an especially emotionally difficult day. And if you hadn’t made that comment — you would probably still feel lighter. But now you felt dragged down again. Had that offended him in some way? Maybe he wasn’t as trusting as he appeared. Maybe you’d read everything wrong. That wasn’t especially uncommon for you, but… Noya was usually so easy to read and be around.

He continued to act strange at school and you were sure you’d said something wrong now. He really didn’t even see you as a friend? And you were out here falling in love with him.

Should you say something? Or would that make things worse?

You should apologize for making an assumption. You must have made him uncomfortable — and he deserved everything you could give him, including this.

It was terribly difficult to get Nishinoya alone. He seemed not to want to be alone with you, and you couldn’t blame him after the other day. But you finally outright asked him to talk to you for a second.

“Is everything okay? You seem down,” he observed, following you around the corner.

“I’m fine, Noya. I just wanted to apologize for calling us friends when you obviously don’t see us that way.”

His mouth fell open and you coud have sworn you saw a vivid blush on his cheeks. “I didn’t know it was that obvious.”

It felt like a stab to the chest. “I’ll stop bothering you as much. I’m really sorry for assuming.”

Something passed over his face and he frowned, tilting his head. “Wait. I’m confused. Is the fact that I like you really making you hate me? I know you said we were just friends the other day but—”

“Wait, Noya, now I’m confused too,” you said, smiling frantically. “Are — hm? Did I — do you really like me?”

He nodded quickly. “You are absolutely gorgeous and I love being with you. Yes, I like you.”

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to form a response. “So you don’t hate me.”

“No.”

“But I like you,” you finally said.

Nishinoya’s eyes lit up as he processed this. “Wait, so—” The two of you stared at each other for a second, both trying to grasp the situation.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, obviously trying to hold back a grin. He was studying your face very carefully. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and he didn’t hesitate to pull your face to his. And he was a nice kisser, hands on either side of your face. He was obviously smiling against you. Butterflies erupted in you and you kissed him back, one hand finding its way to his shoulder.

“No,” he explained afterwards, a smug expression on his face. “I don’t see you as a friend. You’re different. I’m in love with you.”

AN: goodbye. i am so in love with Noya. send help.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply, brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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yesttoheaven · 3 years

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AMOR FATI

pairing – neil x female!reader

wc – 3.8k

warnings – mention of death, self-blame, anxious/intrusive thoughts, questioning reality, refusal of help, guns, stalking, but I swear there's a light at the end of the tunnel haha

a/n – The last time I suffered so hard for the death of a character, was when Newt died (Maze Runner) and now Neil has captured all my attention and his death has hit me in the same way 😩 I needed a happy ending so I decided to write this!

The Eternal Return and Amor Fati mentioned in this fic are one of the main ideas of Nietzsche's philosophy.

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

She approached the painting hanging on the wall, watching the details closely. Ouroboros. A serpent eating its own tail. Months ago, when Y/N was visiting an antique store in Mumbai, she saw that same symbol. The owner of the establishment approached when she realized her interest in the piece and explained that Ouroboros represents the ideas of movement, continuity and, in consequence, Eternal Return. A concept that the universe and all existence and energy has been recurring, and will continue to recur, in a self-similar form an infinite number of times across infinite time or space.

"Max finally fell asleep." Kat returned to the living room, attracting Y/N's attention.

She walked away from the painting, taking back her seat on the sofa and asked:

"How is he after everything that happened?"

For a moment, Kat looked at the painting on the wall and then at the friend she won in the midst of confusion over the Algorithm. At that time, despite being fighting on the front lines to prevent a possible Third World War, Y/N seems complete. Happy. Today that happiness no longer exists in her eyes.

Letting out a sigh, the woman sat next to her, answering:

"Sator was never a present father. He was always busy... now i can see the kind of work he was involved in. Anyway, Max just got used to his absence."

"It's notable that he's happier at your side. When we first met Max was a bit of an introvert, but today he is radiant." Y/N confessed, showing a small smile and the blonde shook her head, agreeing with her words. "How's everything?"

"Perfectly well. It's weird sometimes... After years of being stuck in a failed relationship, freedom is good."

"It seems like life is good for one of us." The woman let out a bitter laugh, putting the latest events on a scale, but she didn’t want her friend to think she wasn’t happy for her. She really was. "I'm sorry, I just..." The words remain stuck in her throat, while she covers her face with her hands. In addition to physical and mental fatigue, Y/N tried to hide her grief.

Kat touched her shoulder, showing that she was here.

"I know you're hurt, but it's been three months and you never talked about what happened that day... This is not good for you."

"What do I have to say, Kat? The guy I fell in love with was a fucking time traveler! And now he's dead and I don't know what to do. My life just... stopped without him."

"I can imagine how difficult it's for you to cross that line without Neil at your side, but giving up is not an option. Grief is consuming you little by little and you are just accepting it..."

"We are trained to contain our emotions and deal with death in the best possible way. It used to be easy for me, but then he came and turned my life upside down." Y/N put her hands on her knees and stood up, walking without an exact destination. "Neil was always one step ahead of us all..." She stepped forward too and found the painting again, but her mind was lost in thoughts about him. Neil knew her so well. And he had a charming smile, but completely arrogant at the same time. "I was sent to Mumbai to help two agents and when I arrived at Priya's penthouse that night, there he was. When he saw me, that was the first and only time that he let his guard down. I'll never forget how he looked at me, it was one of those breathtaking moments... Completely cliché, I know."

On the sofa, Kat was impressed. When Y/N turned towards her, there was a bright smile on her face. The simple memory brought her a breath of happiness and Kat enjoyed seeing her friend like that, but unfortunately that moment did not last long. Memories aren't enough. Neil is dead and nothing can change that.

"I miss him so much, Kat." The smile disappeared as soon as tears appeared in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks.

"My dear..." Worried about her, the woman got up quickly and approached Y/N, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I'm really sorry."

"I spent the last three months locked up in my a-apartment because I thought I could handle this situation on my own. At times I b-believed it was just a fever dream... Maybe I was losing my mind, but this is proof that everything was real." Through tears blurring her vision, she looked at the watch on her wrist, remembering that night.

Y/N was in a private cabin on the ship. The others were with Ives and Wheeler, going over the mission in search of any loose ends. A standard procedure. Y/N knew she should be with them, but she needed a moment alone to organize her thoughts. And that moment is now. The past few weeks had been a real mess. The inversion was difficult to explain and mainly to understand. She was used to field missions, but being an inverted soldier on the battlefield was not in her plans. Either way, she agreed to be a part of it and running away with biased assumptions was not going to help. Humanity depends on them.

Three knocking on the door caught Y/N's attention, but she remained silent, waiting for the person to give up and leave, but when it didn't, she just murmured 'Come in'.

"So, here you are." The man used a surprised tone of voice and closed the door behind him. "What will our superior think when he learns that you are running away from the briefing?"

She let out a laugh before answering in the same mood:

"Don't worry, I know this mission like the back of my hand. I just needed a moment."

"There's something wrong? Are you ok?" Neil spilled the questions quickly, visibly concerned for her.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Neil." Y/N smiled at him, but looked away just seconds later, confessing: "Maybe I'm a little surprised by the situation. I have spent years dealing with terrorists, but the inversion is really not my point."

"I'm not good with advice, but someone once said to me: Don't try to understand. Certain things in the world do not need an explanation."

"It's wise advice, but I'm a methodical person. Logic has always been my ally in missions."

"A methodical person, huh?" He asked with an arrogant smile playing on his lips and she just rolled her eyes. "I know how worried you were when Sator shot Kat, but we are using the inversion to save the world and you're one of the most brilliant agents I have ever seen. Everything will be fine."

"Are you praising me?"

"What's that? Can't I praise my partner's talent?" Neil pulled up a chair to sit across from her, crossing his arms.

"In that case, thank you. Remind me to put this on my resume." Those words made him laugh and that sound could easily be compared to music in her ears.

Touching her knee, Neil added:

"We are very confident with the mission. You don't need to worry."

"Are you sure?"

"I cannot say that unforeseen events do not happen, but we are prepared for that." Y/N knew he was right, but this mission is the biggest one so far. It's not about saving a country. It's about saving the entire world. This was arousing insecurities in her and it was like walking in a minefield. Ironically, she was familiar with this, but not in such catastrophic proportions. "I want you to have this." The man took his watch off his wrist and handed it to her.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" The question came out as a whisper from between her lips.

It didn't make sense. Why does everything in this conversation look like a farewell?

"We will be on opposite sides tomorrow, but i want you to know... I will always be with you, Y/N."

"I saw the way he looked at you... That's how I used to look at Sator before he became a monster in my life." Kat started, running a hand through Y/N's hair. "When I was lying on that stretcher and partially drugged with the medicines, I saw him beside you... watching you sleep. There was so much love in his eyes. Love for a lifetime, Y/N. So don't do this to yourself. The way he left hurt us all, but there was nothing you or any other agent could do to change what happened at Stalask-12. Neil saved the world. This gave us a second chance. You cannot give up now. This organization needs you. And keeping your mind busy at that moment is the first step towards a fresh start."

"N-No, I can't..." She broke the hug, shaking her head in denial. "I left the organization."

"What? Don't you work for Tenet anymore? But when we first met you told me that you can't imagine working in another area... And that this is your life's work."

"Being an agent is my life's work. I was in Yemen when Tenet found me and assigned me to this mission. My only job is to make this world a less hostile place, but the motto of this organization is not what I believe, Kat. What's happened's happened. Really? It doesn't work for me." Y/N ended the sentence with drops of anger in her voice and Kat did not say a single word.

Through the newspapers, Max's mother followed what was happening in Yemen over the years – a real endless war – and knowing that Y/N was in the middle of it, makes the situation unquestionable. People died in front of her eyes. Friends of the corporation. And then some time later, Tenet arrived with a fresh start, but in the end everything remained the same. She lost Neil. It is as if her life's work never had a happy ending because the world will never stop being a hostile place.

"He knows?" It was easy for Y/N to identify who she was talking about. The Protagonist. Or just TP.

"Here's another problem. I worked with him and indirectly worked for him at the same time! God, that man created this organization! And his name remains a mystery to us all!" She pinched the tip of her nose, feeling frustrated with all the secrets that haunt this organization. "And answering your question, yes, he knows, but he did not argue about it. I was a complete mess and he was not doing very well either... He stayed in my apartment for the first month, probably to make sure I didn't do anything stupid." And Y/N would be forever grateful for that. She likes him. Just as friends, of course. TP was a reserved man, but it was he who held her when everything was falling apart. "But we've had a fight. I blamed him for what happened at Stalask-12 and since then we haven't spoken anymore."

It was easy to see that they carried more pain than they could actually bear. Y/N lost her great love and the man lost his best friend. The situation just turned into a conflict between them and that was the result.

Realizing the sadness reflected in Y/N's eyes, Kat decided to change the subject of the conversation. Keeping that thought, she smiled and pointed to the painting on the wall. Maybe that could help.

"You seemed interested in this one."

"Oh yes, in my spare time I am a lover of art and its meanings. It is really attractive the way Ouroboros is connected to the Eternal Return..."

"And Amor Fati too." Kat completed, piquing Y/N's curiosity. This part was new to her. "It's impossible to affirm the Eternal Return without loving life. We need to learn that things happen as they do. Sometimes seemingly good. Sometimes seemingly bad. We don’t always get it our way... Unless we choose that whatever way it is, is our way. When we choose to Amor Fati, to love everything that happens, to love our fate, then we will always get it our way. Because the way it is, is the way it is. Unchangable. And therefore it must be good, even if it sucks."

These words touched Y/N's heart. This was a contradiction to what she is experiencing right now. Love your fate. She would like to understand and accept what happened, she really wanted, but why is it so difficult to move on?

Because Neil is dead.

That was the only explanation for her. The end of a relationship would be more acceptable. If he were alive, things would be completely different now. However, grief is overwhelming. How could she just accept what happened?

"I... I gotta go." That was all she managed to say before picking up her bag and leave the penthouse, ignoring Kat's protests.

When the elevator doors closed, an exhausted sigh left her mouth and the instant she saw her reflection in the mirror, Y/N wanted to cry again. After three months alone, she thought visiting her friend would be a good idea. Kat was willing to help, but the problem was that Y/N is not allowing herself to be helped. As soon as the doors opened, she left the metal box and found the hotel lobby partially empty. Her watch showed it was 3:13 AM, this explains the absence of people on the street as well. In front of her car, she searched the bag for the key and coincidentally her cell phone started to vibrate. Probably the text messages were from Kat, but confusion hit Y/N the instant she looked at the identifier and saw that the messages did not belong to any of her contacts.

Stay away from the car

They put a bomb

I'm on my way

Her first reaction was to take a few steps back and look around, trying to understand what’s going on and find the person responsible for these texts, but Y/N was alone in the dark street. When she thought it might be an unnecessary prank, a black SUV approached at high speed. The car stopped just a few meters away from where she was, but that was enough to make her body freeze.

"Y/N, come on!" The man exclaimed, the urgency in his voice would have made her run immediately, but she didn't move. Her feet had frozen on the floor. This cannot be real. "Come on, get in the car! We don't have much time!" He tried again, it was possible to hear the sound of the other cars approaching.

Y/N watched in slow motion the moment he left the car and ran towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"How is this possible?" She asked in a whisper, completely lost in his blue eyes.

"It's good to see you too." Neil admitted, feeling his heart race. She looked so fragile in his arms. Very different from the last time he saw her. "We have to go." He accompanied her to the car and as soon as Y/N took the passenger seat, he returned to his seat.

For her this moment was like a fever dream, so she just looked down and started counting her fingers. One, two, three, four, five... Neil noticed, but said nothing, just kept driving. The cars were fast approaching, but he would do everything possible and impossible to get Y/N away from these people.

"Give me your cell phone." He looked at her for a brief moment, but when Y/N didn’t react, he wasn't sure if she heard it, so he just took the phone from her hand and threw it out the window. That was enough to get her out of the numbness:

"What the fuck, Neil?!"

Despite the adrenaline rushing through his body, the man laughed.

"If I found you because of your cell phone, they can too." After that, he crossed the red light and made a risky turn, trying to end this chase. "Before you ask, no, this is not a dream. Unfortunately this is very real..." Neil didn't like what he saw when he adjusted the rearview mirror. "And now they are getting ready to shoot us."

That observation put Y/N on alert and she looked back, seeing a man with an AKS-74U and another with a Beretta M12.

"If you knew it wasn't a dream, why didn't you bring an armored car?" She ran her tongue between her lips, smiling at the man beside her. Neil tried to argue, but she just took off her seat belt and picked up the Glock 19 stuck in the vest he was wearing.

Y/N crawled out of the car and sat at the window opening. This encouraged the men in the two cars to start shooting, trying desperately to hit her. Neil shouted something that she couldn't understand and then she felt one of his hands on her thigh, giving her stability to continue with the plan. With her arm resting on the roof of the vehicle, Y/N aimed the gun at the car that was closest to them. Her intention was not to start a firefight in the middle of one of the main avenues in the city, but she had no other option. Holding her breath, she fired the first shot and the bullet hit the tire, taking the car out of circulation. Y/N celebrated while preparing for the second car, but dealing with this one was not an easy task. Now they were in a tunnel and, consequently, losing speed because of the other cars that came along the way. Neil left two pats on her leg, indicating that she had better get back in the car and that is what she did. Screams, honks and gunshots echoed through the tunnel, turning the place into a war zone. Whoever these men were, Y/N knew they weren't going to give up.

Tired of playing cat and mouse, she went to the back seat, getting on her knees. Through the broken glass above the trunk, Y/N adjusted the aim of her gun, ignoring the sniper and focusing on the driver. With another accurate shot, the bullet hit the man's chest and he lost control of the vehicle. The car overturned for a while, streaking the asphalt, but no other car was involved in the accident. Y/N sighed in relief and looked for another possible threat, just checking, but when she realized that the area was clean, she returned to the passenger seat, leaving the gun on the dashboard in front of her.

"Next time I'm going to get an armored car." Neil comments, stepping on the gas. "Nice shot, by the way."

"Anytime." Y/N smiled, trying to control her breathing.

With the adrenaline disappearing from her body, it was hard for her to believe that this was really happening. For many nights she cried, wondering what it would be like if Neil just came back to her, but now she was afraid to wake up and realize that it was just another vivid dream.

The sun was rising when they arrived in a shed away from the city. Seen from the outside, the place was a little scary, but the interior wasn't that bad. There was some equipment like trackers, walkie-talkie, bulletproof vests, weapons, ammunition; a table with a mess of papers and on the other side two beds and something that Y/N supposed to be a private bathroom.

"Where we are?"

We. That simple word echoed in her mind. Y/N thought that "we" didn't exist anymore.

"For now in a safe place. It's dangerous for you out there." He answered the question and took a bottle of water, handing it to her after taking a generous sip.

"Who are these people, Neil?" She wanted answers, lots of answers, and that frustrated the british spy because for the first time he didn't know what could happen.

Neil had a mission and that mission ended with him dying in Stalask-12, but after what TP did, everything changed.

"We have a name..." He wanted to say more, he wanted to reassure her, but that was all he had at the moment.

Y/N drank some water and left the bottle on the table, looking at some reports and photos. All photos were of the same man.

Lenard Vaher

"But apparently they don't just want you..."

It took a few seconds and when the realization hit Y/N, concern appeared on her face.

No, not him.

"Where's TP? He's safe, right?"

"He was going to see you when Lenard's men kidnapped him. This happened three weeks ago." And considering the anger in Neil's voice, finding TP was proving an almost impossible task, but in the midst of so much concern, one point attracted Y/N's attention.

"You said he was going to see me..."

"There was something he needed to tell you." Neil sighed, resting his hands on the table. A few strands of blond hair fell over his forehead, but he quickly shook his head back, as he always did. "He returned to Stalask-12, Y/N."

After that statement, the only sound that could be heard was Neil's footsteps closing the distance between them and the first thing she did was put her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Neil smiled. And that was not one of his famous smiles. That was a shy smile. His heart was beating like a drum and it was all because of her. Loving Y/N was something so special and pure, that Neil accepted his fate without a second thought. Saving the world, he was giving her a second chance to live, but now he is the one who received a second chance.

"I missed you every day." Before she could begin to consider the meaning behind his words, he settled his mouth upon hers, robbing her of thought.

She closed her eyes and melted against him, flattening her hands on his arms. Neil caught her bottom lip in his teeth, nibbling and licking at it until she thought she might perish from the intensity of the feeling. She whimpered at the sensation, and he rewarded the sound by deepening the kiss, giving her everything she desired. His tongue stroked hers, slow and insistent. A lush, decadent pleasure unfolded within them, snaking through their veins as though it had lain coiled in anticipation for years.

Just waiting for this moment.

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ssamie · 3 years

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four, “kuroo tetsuro”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide, shrooms

masterlist. suicide freak!

"kuroo.. i can't believe im saying this to you right now.." kenma said with a bit of reluctance. kuroo raised a brow and sent him a smirk of amusement. "oya oya?" kuroo mused

"but im so glad that you're here" kenma sighed dejectedly

kuroo's eyes widened as he heard those mere words come out of kenma's mouth. he grinned and chuckled lowly "is that so? why are you so glad, then?" he asked

it was currently seven in the morning, and they were both standing outside of the volleyball clubroom.

"ke-n-ma~" a faint feminine voice called out

kenma flinched, feeling a chill travel down his spine. he shakily looked back before banging on the door. "hold on!" he shouted. the girl merely replied with sluggish giggles.

kuroo spluttered in shock as he started crying tears of either joy or jealousy, kenma didn't really know. "y-you have a girl in there?!" kuroo whisper shouted

kenma grumbled before nodding.

"holy shit!" kuroo exclaimed as he started jumping around "kenma you sly freak-"

"stop it!" kenma whisper shouted "we didn't do that or whatever it is you're thinking about.." kenma scrunched his face up in distaste and annoyance. "it would be the farthest thing from that.." he muttered

"okay? then what are you waiting for?! she's calling for you!" kuroo exclaimed as he held in his laugh. he motioned to the clubroom, which had the girl's voice emitting from.

"stop it, kuroo" kenma groaned "i stepped out because i didn't know how to deal with.. that."

kuroo stopped laughing as he heard a loud thud, almost as if someone fell over. he chuckled nervously. "um, kenma.. i think your lady friend is having some troubles.." kuroo said with a chuckle

kenma whipped his head around, his cat-like eyes widening as he hurriedly slammed the door open. he didn't want to be worried over the suicide freak but with what happened just a few days ago from the rooftop, he couldn't help but feel scared.

"y/n, did you die?!-" he sweat dropped as he saw her standing on one of the desks. she looked roughed out, and just delusional at this point.

"kenma-kun~ just look at that!" she exclaimed as she pointed at the air. kenma deadpanned as he looked up at her "i don't see anything." he said

she ignored him and grinned cheekily "ive finally arrived!"

"in the afterlife! at yomotsushirasaka!" she laughed “its exactly as i imagined! blue smoke trailing along the ground.. moonlight dashing against the windows.."

kenma sighed and shook his head "what is happening.." he muttered

"i think this can explain it" kuroo said with an amused chuckle. kuroo showed him a book titled 'complete guide to suicide' and a half eaten mushroom.

she laughed and leaned in closer to kenma's face "i knew the complete guide to suicide was a masterpiece!" she said "who knew i just needed to eat mushrooms in the nearby hills to have such an entertaining way out?!" she cheered and laughed loudly.

kenma merely sighed as he took the mushroom from kuroo and threw it out the window.

"so.. she ate poisonous mushrooms?" kuroo asked with a hint of dread and fear "im pretty sure those weren't poisonous!" kuroo exclaimed "she's high! she's literally hallucinating right now!"

kenma groaned in pain as he struggled to hold himself up. she was currently clung onto him like a leech, muttering nonsense with a smile. "i-i can see that.." kenma squeaked out

"i finally caught you!" she exclaimed as she squeezed him tighter "rainbow pillbug!" she cheered

"rainbow what? get off me!" kenma grumbled as he tried to pry her off him

kuroo cackled loudly, laughing like a hyena as he watched the scene play out. "t-this is so-" he cut himself off with even more laughter "who even is this chick, kenma?" kuroo asked as he suppressed his laughs

kenma couldn't answer as y/n started squirming around, making him tumble over until they both landed on the ground.

"y/n, what the hell.." kenma winced as he rubbed the back of his head

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed and slapped her hands on his face

she squeezed his cheeks and sent him a loopy grin "you should come with me to the afterlife, kenma-kun~" she cooed "you can drink all you want!" she exclaimed "you can eat all you want!"

"you can-" she was cut off as kenma pushed her back and held her down to the ground

kenma huffed as he held the girl down by her wrists, sitting ontop of her to keep her from moving. "you weirdo! i am this close to-"

"kenma?"

the pudding head froze, along with kuroo, as they look back to see the rest of the team standing by the doorway

"w-what is this?! a girl?! with kenma?!" taketora exclaimed with a look of fury and jealousy lacing his features. that quickly dissipated as his eyes landed on kuroo sitting on the other side of the room.

taketora gulped. "w-with kuroo too?" he chuckled nervously “w-wow uh- i knew you guys were close but i didn't think you were that close" taketora said with an awkward smile

kenma paled as he listened to taketora's assumptions. thankfully, kuroo came in to the rescue. "i- that's not what happened! yamamoto, get your mind out of the gutter" kuroo sighed irritably

kai stepped forward and eased them down. "what is happening, exactly?" he asked

"kenma, who is this girl? is she okay?" he asked with a frown upon noticing the girl's condition.

kenma sighed and scrunched his face up. he looked between his team and at y/n. “she's.. my friend." kenma answered quietly

"and she's fine. i think" he said as he got off her and pulled her off the ground.

"you think?" kuroo asked sarcastically

"wait, hold up- what happened, exactly?" lev chimed in, a look of confusion on his eyes.

kenma glared at the tall boy and grumbled in response. "none of your business" he said

"kenma-kun, that boy is tall enough to kill us both. wanna try?" she whispered to his ear. her (e/c) eyes bore through lev's, making the latter sweat nervously

"no." kenma whispered back

"anyways.. i gotta get rid of her" kenma said as he pushed her out of the clubroom, himself following behind. "so, bye i guess" was all he said before leaving.

the team looked at each other, completely lost and confused.

"um, what just happened?" shibayama asked to break the silence. kuroo chuckled and presented the 'complete guide to suicide' book to them.

"i think she was following something here, and something ended up wrong" kuroo laughed. yaku laughed lightly and took the book from him

"that's kinda funny-- hold on, is this an instruction book for suicide?!"

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ye4gerismarchives · 3 years

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the bachelorette chp 2 final part

an: sorry for taking so long! here's the masterlist!

tags: black reader, fem coded reader, lots of drama, minor vulgar name calling

tag list: @taybird

The first thing on your mind when you woke up was Bertie's kiss. It was so unexpected but so sweet. You almost forgot about Mikasa possibly stealing a guy you didn't really know. That's how nice Bertholdt's kiss was.

This morning you were having breakfast with Mikasa and Sasha, as usual. You knew this time was going to be different, however. You got ready for the day, thinking about what to expect from today's breakfast.

"So, I heard Bertholdt came out of his shell...oooh," Connie teased. As expected, Bertholdt's face reddened. The rest of the guys turned their attention to Bertholdt, curious about what he had done. "What happened, Bertholdt?" Porco asked. He was sitting near Bertholdt, so he was leaning into the taller boy's personal space. "N-nothing," Bertholdt says, looking away.

"A little BERTIE told me that you kissed y/n," Connie continues. "Connie, you're so corny," Onyankopon says jokingly. "You kissed?" Porco is now all up in Bertholdt's face. "Now, why would you do that? We're two weeks into the competition and you're kissing?"

"Hey, Porco, calm down," Eren jumps in. "Nah, because Bertie thinks he can just jump ahead. I mean, Eren, have you gotten a chance to be with y/n?" Porco huffed.

"He's too busy making out with Mikasa, y/n's best friend, he's probably not the best person to ask," Jean jeered.

"You shouldn't say anything at all, Jean. She has you wrapped around her finger. You're her pet dog," Eren snapped back.

"Isn't that the whole point? We're all supposed to give y/n our attention and seem interested in her," Armin jumps in.

His response shocks everyone the most. "So...you're not genuinely here for her?" Connie asked. His funny demeanor drops. "No...I need the money for medical school," Armin admits. "Nothing about y/n impresses me."

"Let's read what people are saying online!"

Levi had let you, Sasha, and Mikasa know that people had a lot to say about the show so far. He gifted you all a phone to take a look at during breakfast.

"Ok...so this first one is about Jean," Sasha starts. " 'Jean likes money...hence why he's here. He also has a short attention span in relationships."

"That...that doesn't sound like Jean..." you say. Unless?? Jean was a nice guy...a "nice guy". You couldn't believe it was all an act. He seemed like a sweet guy but that could also be a façade. "Ok...that one makes my brain hurt. Next please!"

Sasha passes the phone to Mikasa, who doesn't seem like she was there. "Mikasa, the phone," you point out. She jumps slightly, which is very not Mikasa-like. "Sorry," she says softly before taking the phone. You want to ask her what's up but, one, you have your own assumptions and, two, you didn't want something new to blow up in your face.

"Levi and Mikasa are planning on going against y/n. Their uncle/niece relationship says a lot. Mikasa needs to hop off the guys and let y/n have her moment."

Now, that one you could believe. Maybe not the part about Levi (he didn't seem to care) but you did feel that Mikasa was trying to interfere. You did laugh with her about her attraction to Jean and Eren but you couldn't help but consider that she could be plotting against you. The only role Levi would have in this is green-lighting her attempts. His job was to guide you and keep the drama going. He would have alerted you that something big was going to happen.

"That's kinda silly. You and Levi wouldn't pull something like that, right?" you nervously ask. Mikasa is quick to look you in the eye. "No, I wouldn't try that."

'No, I wouldn't try that.'

"Thanks for calming my suspicions," you reply. Mikasa's eyes widened. "What are you getting-"

"Can you hand me the phone, Mikasa?"

Mikasa moves her arm across Sasha and forces it in your direction. You've clearly hit a nerve. You snatch the device from her. "Thanks."

You read the next opinion. "'I'm on the edge about Jean and Eren'."

This was the second message about Jean and you couldn't help but be concerned. You would need to have a one on one conversation with him to make sure his intentions are right.

You weren't too surprised about the comment about Eren. However, You wanted to talk to him too.

"Well, Mikasa, it was nice seeing you. I'm sure you had a lot of fun last night. Get some more rest while Sasha and I go out. Alright?" you finally say.

Mikasa doesn't meet your eye.

(pick your fit!)

You hoped that this date would clear your mind and even give you some people to eliminate. You were excited about this date. You were going skating. It'd be more interactive and you wouldn't have to rely on subtle messages.

You and Sasha entered the same room where you met your previous dates. Today, you had Onyankopon, Armin, Nicolo, and Porco.

To your surprise, the energy in the room seemed off too. "Hi, y/n!" Onyankopon said cheerfully. There was a shaky feeling in his voice. Almost like he was nervous. Onyankopon was never nervous around you. He could easily walk up to you and you would converse for hours.

"Hey guys," you soon reply. Armin doesn't seem interested at all, Nicolo looks like he's in space, and Porco has an angry look in his eyes and can barely meet yours.

Suddenly, you don't even want to go on this date.

"Hey, what's going on? Why are you guys so...gloomy?" you ask. Porco finally looks up. "You know what's wrong? We're competing for a whore."

You felt like someone had just pulled your lungs on your chest. Did he just call you a whore?

"Hey!" Onyankopon barked. "You don't call her that!" You were taken back by Onyankopon coming to your defense. You had never seen him like this.

"Honestly, I'm so disappointed. I can't believe I have to go on a date with you guys! You're so ignorant. Armin, honestly, I can't believe you. You don't even want y/n. You're here to pay your bills off. And Nicolo? Why are you even here? We don't even see you around. And Porco, I don't even have to say anything to you. I think we all know what type of person you are."

The room remained silent for a moment. Your eyes began to water. You were overwhelmed. "I-I'm sorry. I need to step out." You turn on your foot and ignore Sasha's pleas to come back.

It was only the second week and there was so much going on. You understood that drama was key but this was too damn much.

"Oof-."

"Oh! I'm sorry- are you crying?"

You had bumped into someone. When you see who it is, your eyes widen. "Eren...what...no." You place your hands on your cheeks. You were crying. "Aren't you supposed to be on a date? Who made you cry?" Eren's tone became more hostile. You never thought you'd see him like this. "Eren, don't worry about it. I'm fine," you reassure him. Before Eren can open his mouth, you walk around him. You really wanted to find Levi. You knew who you wanted to eliminate.

Today's elimination was different. You were doing this out of anger. Eliminations were being held outside, where a limo was waiting to pick the next three guys up. You were also running elimination. Levi was just tap dancing in the back because yay drama.

"I'm so disappointed," you start. Only a few of the guys could make eye contact with you. "First, I wake up suspecting that one of you is in love with one of my friends.

Eren squirms slightly.

"And two guys aren't even interested in me. One of them is here to 'pay their bills' and the other is doing god knows what.

You look at Porco.

"Finally, I learn that I'm a whore apparently. Thank you, Porco, I'm so glad that you said what you said. You made eliminations very easy. We didn't even have to go on a date. Get your stuff and get out. The same goes for you too, Armin and Nicolo."

The boys don't even turn their heads to look at the three mentioned. Armin, Nicolo, and Porco go inside to grab their stuff. They don't look at anyone either.

"Don't even ask me about the roses. None of y'all are getting anything. None of you are getting the last laugh. Do better," you say before following your recently eliminated inside.

(SPACER I MET THE LIMIT)

CONFESSTIONALS

connie: i had such a great time with y/n. it's such a shame that a few of us pissed her off today.

bertholdt: i regret kissing y/n now. there's nothing wrong with her but see how much drama a kiss caused? i don't even know how connie found out.

armin: i do have my regrets. i didn't know that y/n was going to get that mad.

nicolo: no comment.

porco: oh no, stay out of my business. i'm not answering any questions.

(SPACER)

yeah, that was a lot. anyways, here's the elimination link. i’ll see y'all when I see y'all :)

#bertholdt x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot x black! reader #black!reader #reiner x reader #bertholdt x black!reader #eren x reader #porco x reader #onyankopon x reader #armin arlert x reader #nicolo x reader

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 3 years

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Trouble (pt.2) || M.YJ

Pairing : Min Yoonji X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Now that Yoonji had gotten introduced to you, she wanted to know you. Are you really as bad as people had told her?

Wordcount : 1.5k lol

Pt.1 || Masterlist

[ A/N : The fanart ain't mine, randomly stole it from Pinterest lol.]

" I heard you cause trouble." Yoonji says as she sits down in front of the girl who's caught her eye.

You look up from your phone with a questionable look in your eyes.

" And who are you exactly?" You ask her, no undertone of politeness.

Yoonji blushes in embarrassment, having forgotten to introduce herself due to wanting to know you.

" Sorry, my names Yoonji." She tells you.

You smirk cheekily at her.

" Nice to know the pretty girl has a name. I'm Y/N by the way. And to response to your assumption earlier, do you believe them?" You ask her, holding strong eye contact as you ask her.

Yoonji shrugs her shoulder, a small smile making it's way to her own face.

" I don't know, haven't decided yet." She answers you honestly.

There's a small glint in your eyes which could mean you're surprised by her answer, but if you are, you don't really show it.

" Yah, Yoonji, break almost ended, let's go back to our lessons."

Yoonji groans in displeasure of the appearance of her twin brother. Of course he's always there to interrupt her moment with hot girls, ( who are most probably not gay, but it's worth a try anyway.)

She sighs dramatically, making her twin roll his eyes before greeting you.

" See you around I geuss?" She smiles at you one last time before attempting to leave.

She gnaws on her lip for a moment as she glances at you when she's stood in front of the table the two of you are seated at, lowkey wanting to ask for your number but not having the guts for it.

" Yoonji." You softly call out to her as you too leave your seat.

She turns to look at you.

" You free tonight?" You ask her.

She nods enthusiastically, hoping you're asking to hang out at last.

" Good, dress casual. I'll pick you up at 7." You smile at her with a lopsided smile as you push a piece of paper into her hand before turning around and leaving.

Yoonji stares at you with admiration shining in her eyes as you leave the room, still not believing what just happened. She smiles like a giddy school girl before looking at the small piece of paper in her hand.

( Your Phone Number Xx) - Don't forget to text me sweetheart ;)

And so Yoonji is stood in front of her mirror later that afternoon, her room a mess as she's trying to pick out the perfect clothes for her first ever date.

Being lesbian had made it difficult for her to find a girlfriend who she could go on dates with. Until today she was actually starting to believe that she was the only lesbian around. She's tried out online dating too, but she just couldn't find the physical affection she needed. She really hoped that this date would work out.

" Yah, fatass, did you steal my charger agai- You going somewhere?" Yoongi cuts himself off as he sees his sister dressed up for once.

The twins look at each other awkwardly for a few moments before Yoonji finally breaks it.

" Close the door behind you and I'll tell you." She tells him in a hushed tone.

He knew she was a lesbian, but their parents didn't.

And so Yoongi does as asked, crossing his arms afterwards and waiting for an explanation.

" I have a date." Yoonji smiles excitedly as she smiles at him.

Yoongi nods, actually happy for his sister, tough he doesn't show her in his facial expression. It doesn't matter tough, she knows her brother well enough to know that he's happy for her.

Instead of saying anything, he checks out her outfit.

" What do you think?" She ask him.

He cocks his head to the side before answering.

" Too short." He tells her before rummaging trough the mess of clothes on her floor.

" What? No it isn't. I tough it's cute." Yoonji looks puzzled as she looks at herself trough the mirror again.

The black with pink printed crop top looks fine, even if she raises her arms all the way nothing is revealed, her skirt is admittedly on the short side, but not too bad unless she bends over all the way, plus she's wearing a pair of shorts underneath anyway.

" Here this is better." Yoongi grins as he holds up a huge sweater against her.

She huffs and swats it away.

" Oh c'mon. My baby sister is growing up, I can't allow that." Yoongi fakes a pout.

" I'm older." She huffs.

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't let her break your heart." He tells her softly before pulling her into a hug.

" I'll be fine." She giggles.

They talk a little more before the doorbell rings, and Yoonji almost yeets to the door, not having expected that you'd actually ring the bell, thinking that you'd call her that you would call once you were in front of her door.

She runs downstairs, hoping to beat her parents to the door, however, she failed, and she only hopes that you're not mentioning the word 'date' to her parents.

" Yoonji, I think you forgot to mention to that you'd go out with a friend tonight. I assume the two of you will just grab something out to eat?" Yoonji's father asks her.

She opens her mouth to answer, but you beat her to it.

" We will sir, tough we might end up talking for a while too, but don't worry I'll have her home before midnight." You smile.

Yoonji's parents smiles at you, and Yoonji herself is only too happy by the sight.

" Don't you think she'd make a good girlfriend for Yoongi-"

" Alright mom, dad, we'll be going now." Yoonji cuts off her parents hurriedly as she leaves the house quickly, taking you with her by wrist.

She hears her parents yell out greetings before closing the door.

" I'm sorry about that." She mumbles as she lets go of your wrist, avoiding your eyes.

" You didn't come out yet?" You ask her softly.

She shakes her head wordlessly, and you nod in response.

" Okay, well, let's go." You cheer as you motion for her to follow.

She's relieved you don't pry, but concerned when you walk in the opposite direction of town.

" Where are you going? Town is that way." She tells you.

You look confused for a moment behead smiling and shaking your head.

You don't say anything as you take her hand and instead lead her to an old black and yellow lined Hyundai Azera first model. You suprise her by taking out your keys and unlocking it by inserting the key.

" My lady'." You smile as you open the passenger door for her.

She wordlessly steps in, you shutting the door behind her and walking over to the driver's side.

"Sorry that my car's this old and cranky by the way." You smile embaressedly as you close the door behind you.

Yoonji smiles at you and shakes her head.

" Don't worry about it, your car looks fine. I don't know a lot of people our age who own a car anyway." She tells you.

" I work at a car garage, this one came in all beat up, the owner left it to be brought to a dump, I was allowed to fix it up as long as I bought the stuff with my own money." You tell her proudly, starting up the engine.

" That's really cool. Can I ask you a question?" She wonders out loud.

" How did you come out to your parents?" She asks curiously.

You swallow and your eyes harden, making her worry that you asked the wrong question.

" My parents are not with me, let's just say." You tell her, your eyes focusing on the road.

" Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." She says guiltily.

You shake your head, not saying anything as you start to speed off.

The next moments are in tense silence, until you break it.

" So, I know the first date is supposed to be fancy and stuff, but I hope you don't mind Mackey D's for our first date." You smile at her shortly.

She laughs, not at all minding.

" It's okay, I don't mind. Anywhere is fine as long it's with you." She says with a smile before turning red, did she really just say that out loud?

You've turned a soft pink too, and a laugh leaves your throat at her answer.

" Damn, you're adorable. And don't worry, I'll take you out on a proper date after this one." You smile widely.

She turns pink in response.

[ A/N : Someone tell me they like it, and I might make a pt.3 lol]

#bts #bts x reader #idkeitherman #min yoongi #bts fluff #bts angst #bts school au #bts yoonji #yoonji x reader #min yoonji

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awakeshedreams · 6 years

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Helping Hand {2}

Prompt: “what are you waiting for?”

Summary: You’re used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you’ve always wanted- who you want, even if it’s just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to Lovers!AU

Wordcount: 4.5K

Warning: sex lol ?

A/N: KKSSRY SORRY :( better later than never right ? Anyways here's the second part have a nice day and enjoy! Thank you for the responses on the last one, means alot 💜 I'd like some feed back on this one too if you have time thank you 💜 ps my laptop is acting up so I had to post this on mobile so I can't add 'read more' im so sorry :(

*italics=flashback

1 . 2

You're running so fast down the hall, sneakers squeaking with every pressure of your feet against marbled floor.

Your lungs burn and your eyes sting but it doesn't matter. You can’t stop running, you won’t stop running. Not until you get to him. You need to see him. But are you ready for it though? The realisation dawns on you and you slow down a little, hesitant as your sudden rush of excitement dies down, reality and fear taking its place.

But it’s too late, because as you bump into a broad solid chest and almost fall over only to be rescued by a strong arm encased around your waist that has you looking into deep dark eyes you had begun to miss and longed to look into, a conversation you shared with Mia not too long before resurfaces in your thoughts and you find yourself fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You exhale and inhale deeply, sweaty palms gripping the doorknob as you gulp. All you have to do is get pass this door, into the bathroom and apologize. Easy.

“You can do this Y/N.” You chant again for the nth time and the more you say it the less effective it is. You’ve been standing in front of the toilet door for over 5 minutes. Luckily no-one else has come to use the loo because it'd look weird as hell having you just stand there when you could just walk in. But you’re scared. You’re not sure of what. You've said so yourself that you don't mind what choice she makes, you don’t deserve to ask for more. You're lucky if she even as much says anything to you. But still there’s a churn in your belly that tells you that this is not going to end or proceed as expected.

Shaking your thoughts away you finally push the door open and step into toilet. You find her there, applying her favourite lip gloss through the reflection. You stiffen when her eyes jump to you before she resumes her duty, wiping off some around the edges.The silence is toe curling and so you decide to finally speak; “We need to talk.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes before turning around to face you with her arms crossed, "I know you fucked Jungkook.” Your face reddens as you grip your bag handle tight, lips ajar.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say and you watch her eyes narrow as she huffs. This is so not like her but maybe if she ended fucking the guy you like after he lowkey rejected you right after your date you wouldn’t be yourself too.

“You know Y/N, I never expected you to be such a whore.” You stumble back slightly at her words, throat going dry. Ouch. “Come on, fucking the guy you knew I liked? You're the last person I expected to do that. I trusted that you would be-useful to me but you ended up stabbing me in the back. I really hate you Y/N.”

“I know what I did is wrong and you don’t have to accept my apology but I'm sorry. I just- I don’t even know."

“It doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just do things on my own and get Jungkook by myself. You weren’t of any help.” She throws her hair over her shoulder with a sigh as she grabs her bag on the sink and leaving the toilet. Wait. Did she just say... “Mia, you were using me just to get with Jungkook?” you catch up to her, grasping her arm. You don’t care at how she eyes your hold on her with disgust as anger and confusion brews in your being. “Answer me.”

“Yeah. I was. I was using you to get with Jungkook.” She admits annoyed, wiping her arm when you let go of her but you don’t catch that over dramatic display of hatred. Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Mia..." You croak out as your eyes begin to tear up. You thought you lost Mia the night you lost Jungkook, but there was an inkling of hope in you. However now learning this it feels like you’ve lost her, your friend, twice. And it has an ugly twist forming in your belly.

“Don’t act all hurt. I should be the one who is hurt. Y/N, you have no idea how shit you’ve made things for me and Jungkook.” She shakes her head as she clenches her fist and glares at you.

“Mia, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry for sleeping wit-"

“Not that. Even since before.” She scoffs and you furrow your brows. What is she talking about. “Before you and Jungkook met, we were dating for 6 months.” The information settles in slowly, but surely. And soon your small heart is filled with so many overwhelming emotions welling up in you. Jungkook was actually in the longest relationship term you've ever seen him be in before he met you and it was with Mia. You didn't know that. You feel so deceived, Mia said she didn’t know Jungkook and Jungkook pretended not to know her. What happened? What created such a hostile air in between them and what caused they’re break up?

“Suddenly you came around. It was because of you.” She seethes and you’re more confused than ever, did she just answer the questions in your head?

“What do you mean?”

“You. He started caring for you. He literally only knew you for a month and he was so relaxed with you... do you know how hard it was for me to get him to open up to me even just a little? And you had him wrapped around your little finger in one fucking month? Someone like you?” You don’t manage to answer, just looking at the ground as you fiddle with your fingers. It looks like you had done her more wrong than you knew you have. “I got jealous . I mean who wouldn't get jealous? I did, so thought I'd make him jealous too. I fucked his friend.” She says with no remorse but you can tell she wish she had never done it because she obviously would do as much as faking a friendship for months just to get him back.

“And it’s all because of you. You know the moment we had an argument, he ran straight to you? God sometimes I wish you would just disappear. I don’t even know what Jungkook see’s in you to like you that much.” How did she know that Jungkook liked you? You doubt she was standing outside the room when he confessed or that he told her.

“He told me that night at the date.” She confirms and you gape at her. Oh. "He told me to stay away from you because he knows what I'm doing, he said that he won’t forgive me again if anything happens to you, can you believe him? He’s such a prick!” she groans and while she is going through it your heart is fluttering, he talked of you like that?

“He really likes me...” you deadpan, forgetting Mia's presence and it bothered her as she clicks her tongue but you’re not paying attention to her. Jungkook really likes you and you just shut him off.

You’ve apologized to Mia and now that that is out of the way, you need to get things with Jungkook right for once and for all.

“Mia, again I’m sorry. I need to go.” You sincerely say one more time before you zoom off, leaving a stunned Mia standing there.

“Y/N?” Jungkook breathes out, his face barely inches away from yours, your chests pressed flush against each other as you gaze into each others eyes. So many words are being exchanged through a simple look of the eye, words neither of you know how to convey verbally.

“Jungkook, I-" you thoughts get stuck in your throat and you feel your eyes tear up. You were the one who cut him off but you were crying.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he furrows his brows, trying to reach up and cup your cheek but you flinch away from his touch, heart breaking when pain flashes across his face at your repulsiveness.

“Sorry,” you push him off you, not looking at him once as you walk away. You heart sinks with every step as the image if Jungkook's shoulder slumping when you walked past him replays in your head.

It feels so wrong but you know it’s right. You’re not ready, not yet. Because all it takes is you crying your heart out to sleep that night for you to wake up feeling fresh and determined.

This isn’t good.

The moment you step into the field you freeze in your spot. Maybe the look of defeat and loss on the faces of those who sat at the gold and black benches in contrast to the cheers of those in red and white should have indicated the situation for you but now that you see the score board you realize the initial assumption your tried to push back was right. Your college team is behind by several marks. And this is very unusual.

Your eyes fall to the team members who are clearing the field, on a 10 minute break before the game resumes. Naturally you search for him in the midst of people as you walk past the audience bench to the players area but there’s isn’t a sigh of him. Hesitantly you tap one of the players shoulder, a broad shouldered Seokjin you knew to be a friend of Jungkook's.

“Y/N!” he beams, almost going in for a hug to which you raise a brow at him, eyeing his sweaty figure.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making you chuckle. “What's going on?” you motion towards the score board and Jin sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, I don’t really know but we're doing pretty shit. Even Jungkook isn’t playing as well as he should be.” Your ears perk at the mention of his name and you clear your throat. “Do you know why?” you ask almost desperate and you wonder if it makes you sadistic to want to be the cause of his apparent distress, frankly you do want to be the reason. Only because you want to be the one to de-stress him.

“No idea. Why?” he teases with a knowing grin and your cheeks flush, “But I think it should be fine. Since you’re here now, our lucky charm. Should've come earlier.” He pats your shoulder and you laughed. There’s this inside joke/myth within the team, that you’re their lucky charm. The college football team didn't really have that great of a reputation but ever since Jungkook took over as captain in the new batch, they have been on a winning streak. And quite coincidentally you’ve been there at every game.

“Come on, you guys work too hard for you to say that I’m the reason you guys win. I just sit there and barely pay attention, football is boring.” You joke and SeokJin raises a brow as he hums.

“Yet still you come here all the time, to watch this ‘boring football’, I wonder why...” He ponders aloud and you pout at him.

“Anyways, since you’re here and we're on break, you should go check up on Jungkook. He's in the locker room at the end corner by himself. I think he'll gain his senses once you guys talk or something.” He begins walking into the locker room and you furrow your brows before you speak. “What makes you think that?”

“I know.” He winks before disappearing into the crowd of his team mates. Ripping your gaze from the group of sullen boys who cheer up when Seokjin begins cracking his dad jokes, you walk towards the opposite direction.

You brace yourself and step into the room. The first thing you notice is that just dark, the lights weren’t switched on and the sun was setting ahead. You walk in further before you find Jungkook, his head hunched over his body as he sat at the bench. He’s is shirtless, a light sheen of sweat over his back that moves up and down with every heave of his breathe. His fists are clenching, unclenching , clenching.

You freeze when he abruptly looks up and turns his head to face you, looking at you with wide eyes that glimmer through the wet bangs that lay over his eyes, some sticking to his forehead. “Y/N?” he says in disbelief, voice hoarse but low, afraid that you’re a figment of his imagination and that even the force of his voice would have you fading away into thin air.

“Hey.” You smile, awkwardly standing there.

“Hi.” He responds and then there is complete silence as you just stare at each other.

“Fuck, you probably think I'm a loser even more now. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He laughs humourlessly, running a hand through his locks in frustration. “No Jungkook, you’re not a loser. And I certainly don’t think that.” You sit down next to him and Jungkook scoffs throwing his head back to rest on the lockers with his eyes shut. You try to keep your eyes on his face, not his ripped body but even that is hard since he looks even hotter now, all sweaty and breathless.

“Yeah right. I’m a fucking excuse for a captain. Can’t even lead my team into winning because i- you know what forget it.” You frown at him, is he dumb? “Jungkook, you’re not a loser. How many times have you guys won huh?” you place a hand over his thighs and Jungkook's eyes shoot open, gaze flickering to where your hands are before he looks up at you.

"Jungkook you’re a great captain. You've brought honour to the college with your team and no-one else could have done it. You're a champion. You can get back there on that field and win it.” You squeeze his thigh and Jungkook stares at you blankly. It’s hard to read his thoughts when he remains so blank and unresponsive. “You know, we can only win if you're there.” He suddenly says, leaning forward and you chuckle at his ridiculousness.

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?”

He turns to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours and the sudden proximity of your faces has your breathe hitching, cheeks prickling. “Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, almost sounding frustrated but you take no offense to it somehow.

“Because ... because I care.” You gulp, finding it hard to form a sentence with his intense gaze on you. “For me or the team.” He questions, head tilted.

“Both. But especially you.” you confess and then there is a long silence as you simply stare at each other.

“You confuse me. You tell me go away and then you tell me this. Why?” he shakes his head as he looks away, running his fingers through his hair again, biceps flexing.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he whips his head towards you as he shifts in his seat as his cheeks redden. "Why are acting so surprised I literally told you that already.” You roll your eyes at his reaction as you chuckle.

“Yeah but I thought... You know... after that night and when we bumped into each other and you ran away that you didn't feel the same anymore.” He shrugs and you groan in frustration. Why was he making this so hard?

Without warning you push yourself off your seat to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. “I’ll show you okay? How I feel. How you make me feel.” He stares at you wide eyed and surprised but he nods as his hands rest on your hip and waist.

You lean down, capturing his lips in yours. The kiss is sweet from the fruitiness of your gloss and a little salty from the sweat on Jungkook. You take in all of him, fingers trailing down the edges if his torso while the other tugs at the hair in the nape of his neck. His hands slip under your top to fondle your breast and eliciting a deep moan from you that has him tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You feel his hard cock pressing against your soaking clothed core and you can't help but grind onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking up to met yours. You steal a glance at the digital watch on your wrist. You've got about 6 minutes left. “We need to make this quick, baby.” You pant out, not missing the way Jungkook smirks at the term of endearment as he bites his lips.

You palm him through his pants and he rolls his head back, he hisses when you reach into his tight pants and take out his angry hard cock. "Wait, I don't have a condom on me.” He grabs your wrist to stop him, but you peck the corner of his lips and grin at him.

“I’m on the pill.” He nods and let's go of you, his balls going tight at the thought of being able to fuck you raw with no hindrance and fill you with his cum. He let’s you take control, watching in bliss with hands tight around your waist as you rub his tip against your slick entrance. When you sink down on him both of you gasp. You immediately clench around him but you don’t stop, the drag as he guides you further down while you take in all of him pleasurably painful. It’s intoxicating and it has you catching your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you start moving. "Oh my god,” you moan jumping on his cock as Jungkook’s fingers hook on the middle of your bra under your top, pulling the fabric down so that your breasts are now free of the constraints, nipples pebbled visible through the natural just shows how aroused you are home your tits bounce and your chest heaves with every thrust.

“Look at you, hopping on my dick like a fucking slut.” He growls as he latches onto your stiff nipples through your top and you shriek, arching your back into his mouth. He chuckles against your jiggling breasts as he moves onto the next, pinching and flicking your free needy buds with his thumb and it has you rolling your head back, the corners of your vision blackening as your high arrives. “Jungkook, baby, I’m so fucking close,” your thrusts are weaker, thighs aching but you are desperate and try to go faster despite your throbbing thighs. Jungkook senses your frustrations through your whines and hooks his hand on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you against his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up to yours.

“Jungkook, I’m going to come oh my god,” you pant as you let him fuck into you and you cry out as you release around him, hips twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up to yours with his brows knitted. "I’m so fucking close.” He grunts, snapping his hips up to you before he spills his warm seeds into you with a growl.

You stay like that for a while, his head on your shoulders and your head on his breathlessly. “I really like you Y/N. Fuck I love you so much.” He confesses into the crook of you neck and pulls you closer to him by your waist. A smile graces your features as you tightened your embrace over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mia and I earlier. I didn’t think it was important. Sorry.” “It’s fine.” You chuckle with a shrug and he chuckles as well.

“Are you going to pull out or...” You remind as you eyes trail down to where you are still joined and you’re surprised his still intact in you, did he get hard again? "Fuck right,” a tint spreads over Jungkook’s cheeks as he lifts you and stands you up, shoving his dick back into his pants. You try to ignore the outline of an obvious bulge with pursed lips, holding back a laughter. “If you win, we can go for a second round tonight. Maybe more.” You sing song with a shrug as you begin walking out, leaving a wide eyed Jungkook who is getting dressed. A grin slowly spread across his face as he catches up to you.

“Wait,” he holds your hand, pulling you into his chest as he drapes his varsity jacket over your shoulder. You notice he is wearing his gear already. You raise a brow at the action, a bit taken back. Jungkook’s eyes trail down to your chest, where two wet patches lay where your nipples should be. Your cheeks heat up as you recall how Jungkook was sucking on them before this. "Thanks,” you gulp and Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand in his. Just then the door flies open sand Seokjin peeks his head from the door, light pouring in.

“Hey cap, hey Y/N. Hope you guys are done, the games about to start.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Right. Um, guess I’ll be going then.” Jungkook grins, unable to control the giddiness he feels and infects your heart too, swelling as he swings your joint hands.

“Good luck Jungkook. Go win it.” You pat his chest. “I don't need luck, I have you here. And a night of just me and you fucking to look forward to.” He quirks a brow with a smug smirk and you smack his chest.

“Whatever. Go.” You usher him out and he laughs, heading for the door. “Oh and Jungkook?” you call out, biting your lips and hugging the jacket closer to your body when he steps out the door. "Yeah?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook tilts his head, a grin that makes your heart race spreading across his features as he pushes himself of the door frame. He nods to himself before turning his back on you and walking out.

What was that? You furrow your brows but you don’t pay much mind to it.

They do end up winning the game, and you should've recognised the look Jungkook had earlier sooner. The look of determination and unmatched prowess, the same look he’s giving you now as you’re sprawled beneath him, completely naked while he is half dressed hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he cocks a brow and you quickly shake your head. You don’t care for the ache in between your legs, you want him even more now. “Alright baby girl, on your knees.” He commands and you quickly scramble into position. He takes his place behind you, wet chest pressing into your back while damp hair tickled got ears when he places a kiss on the top of your glowing shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into your ear, and you eagerly nod, whimpering when he cups your breasts under you roughly to gain a verbal answer from you.

“Yes, fuck Jungkook I want your cock!” you arch your back to press your behind into him, gasping as his twitching member rubs at your entrance. “Such a needy slut for my cock. Even after I’ve fucked you so good so many times just tonight... tsk tsk tsk,” he shake his head and you let out a strangled cry as his hands trail down and pinches your engorged clit, sensitive from previous abuse. But still you buck your hips into his hand, panting as rubs the button of nerves.

“Please, I can never get enough of your cock, I need it. Please fuck me again- oh Fuck.” You throw your head back, immediately clenching around him as he shoves himself in you with ease, gasping with every thrust while you grip the sheets.

From the reflection of his mirror ahead, you feels yourself grow wetter with time at the sight of him pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, lips caught in between his lips with furrowed brows. But from the corner of the mirror image on the reflection, something glimmering catches your attention.

The gold trophy of today’s victory.

A reminder of how you ended up in this situation not that you were complaining at all.

Also a reminder that tomorrow, and for more than a couple days, you might not be able to make it out of bed or even stand on your own two feet. But you don’t mind. You really don’t.

“Fuck,” you grunt as Jungkook strengthens his thrusts, the bed squeaking while you fist the sheets , mind on the edge of sanity again as his cock pounds into you and bumps your g spot.

This is going to be a long long night.

How was it ? I hope you all liked it thank you for reading 💜💫

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I SEE YOU – chapter IV

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.3k

warnings – idk... misty being a b*tch with arthur?

a/n – hi everyone! I hope you are well because I'm brazilian and I cannot say the same lol the president is a piece of shit and he can't rule the country in the middle of a pandemic (not even without the pandemic, in fact)

anyway enjoy the chapter!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

chapter one. chapter two.

chapter three. chapter four.

"What are you doing here, Misty?" The surprise was notable in Y/N's words.

Many people could walk through that door, but Misty was definitely not one of them.

"I should ask you the same question..." The woman came over and put her hands on the actress' shoulders, smiling amiably. "But we don't have time for that right now. You have a dinner to go! And it is not right to keep a man like Charles waiting."

"Charles?" Arthur asked, trying to find a way to join the conversation. "Is he also an actor?"

After these simple words, the redhead burst out laughing and Arthur didn't understand what he had done wrong this time. He was just curious and a little interested to know who was the man who had a date with Y/N that night.

"Actor? God, have you never heard of Charles Lewis Tiffany?" Misty questioned how if the fact that Arthur didn’t know the man was an offense to humanity and Arthur just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Who the hell was this man? The Pope? And why did Y/N have a dinner with Pope?

"It's okay, Arthur." Always so graceful, the actress reassured him and left Misty's side to be close to him. "Charles owns Tiffany & Co., the one that appears in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's... Have you watched this movie before?"

"Oh, oftentimes!"

"Me either! And now Charles wants me to be the face of his new collection! I'm so excited, he came to Gotham just to follow it up in person!" The happiness shining in her eyes was contagious, but Misty didn’t like seeing Y/N squeeze the man’s arm gently.

"I hate to have to do this... the conversation is so pleasant, but we have to go, mon cher." With a smile, Y/N's manager adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She wanted to take the actress away from this freak as soon as possible.

"You cannot go without the VHS tape." Arthur objected, receiving a death glare from Misty, but the only thing that mattered to him was Y/N. "I'll get this for you." After these words, the man left the living room with a reason to make her stay a little longer in his apartment.

"Well, I think we're going to have to wait." Y/N shrugged, but inside she was beaming.

Feeling her mouth dry, she picked up the glass of water on the table, but that was her worst mistake.

"What are you doing? Don't drink this! That dirty glass is full of germs!" The glass was snatched from her hand and Y/N looked at Misty in disbelief.

"That glass is not dirty, Misty."

"How can you be sure of that? I heard that the Narrows sewer is one of the worst in Gotham!"

"Thanks for the lesson, but that didn’t come from the Narrows sewer. This water is from the kitchen tap."

"Oh my God..." The actress could have sworn that the woman's face turned green and she would vomit at any moment. "Why did you drink this? You'll be sick!"

Before Y/N had a chance to respond to these insanities, someone called her. She ran over to the bag and took out her cell phone. It was Charles.

"Hey, Charles! It's good to talk to you." On the other side, all she received were strange noises. The man's voice was being cut off and it was difficult to understand. "The connection is awful..."

"Why am I not surprised? Narrows is the end of the world!" Misty commented, rolling her eyes.

Without time for this discussion, Y/N said:

"Maybe in the corridor I will get a better signal."

"Be careful, you don't know what kind of neighbors there are in this place." She warned, listening to the door open and close, but Y/N said nothing.

Alone in the living room, Misty had the same disgusted look as when she arrived. For her this apartment is small even for an ant and this wallpaper is ridiculous, but in the midst of so much poverty, something on the couch attracted her attention.

"What do we have right here? I don't believe he has a diary..." The woman whispers to herself, laughing, after picking up Arthur's journal. She knew it was wrong, but she was bored.

The first few pages were OK, he had a shitty life like any other unfortunate person, but what came next scared the hell out of her. Misty knew there was something wrong with this man. The instant she saw him, she knew, but that... those words... were from a sick person. Arthur was a disgusting pervert. The redhead needed a moment to breathe and then she saw the magazines on the table and an scissors...

Oh no. He intends to include Y/N in this depravity show!

"I finally found." With bright eyes, Arthur looked for Y/N in the living room, but all he found was Misty... and his journal. "W-What... What are you d-doing?"

"Stay away from me!" She exclaimed, backing away for fear that he would do something against her. "I swear, if you get close I'll scream so loud and when Y/N comes through that door, I will tell her your little secret. She will be so disappointed, but she will finally find out who you really are... A perv!"

"N-No, please... You got it wrong." He tried, his voice taking on a desperate tone. Arthur didn't want to lose the actress's friendship. She was too important for him. "I c-can explain."

"Oh, can you explain? You will glue Y/N's head to a cat's body and then you will sit on that old sofa and touch yourself? You should be in Arkham! You're a sick person! I can't believe Y/N was alone with you..."

Arthur felt his stomach churning.

"You're wrong... I have a lot of respect for her. Y/N is special to me and I would never do something like that."

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The woman threw the journal at him and Arthur cringed like a frightened dog. After hitting him on the back, the journal fell to the floor and when he saw those collages, he felt ashamed of himself. "Listen to me... I will say this only once: Stay away from her. It doesn’t matter what kind of fantasies you’ve created in your sick head, Y/N will not be a part of that. If I know that after today you keep talking to her, I'll call the police and when they find out you're a fucking perv, you will spend the rest of your days in Arkham." She warned with all the letters and threats, now it was up to him to choose to cooperate or not. This man is too old to play being a teenager. These images of naked women, these cats and those sad quotes in his journal prove just one thing. Maybe he's a sexual predator, but Misty wouldn't be here to find that out either. "Enjoy your pornography and leave Y/N alone. I hope I never see you again."

Arthur saw his world fall apart as soon as the redhead left his apartment with the worst assumptions about him. He was not a perverted monster. He would never touch Y/N without her consent and would never endanger her life. Never ever. Y/N was the only good thing about Gotham; she was a light at the end of the tunnel. So angelic and peaceful. Whenever she smiles, butterflies appear in his stomach and Arthur knows what these famous butterflies mean, but he doesn't know what those collages mean... If Y/N knew, she would probably be afraid of him.

In the corridor, the actress was trapped in a bubble, talking animatedly with Charles. The call had no specific reason, the man just wanted to make sure everything was fine for dinner that night.

"Okay... This is one of Gotham's best restaurants. Trust me, you will love the place!" She assured him, intending to make a good impression. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to dine with the genius behind Tiffany & Co. and represent that brand. This was an important step in her career. "Now I need to go, Charles. See you soon, bye!" Y/N hummed the ending, watching Misty approach where she was. "Why are you here?"

"It's just your friend's mom. She's not feeling very well..."

"Isn't Penny okay?" Concern crossed Y/N's face and she tried to get back to apartment 8J, but Misty took her arm, lying again:

"Y/N, don't be indiscreet. This is a family problem and Arthur is taking care of it." With those words, she guided the actress to the elevator, but Y/N kept looking at the door to Arthur's apartment. "You need to prepare for dinner... I chose a beautiful dress for you."

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THREE DAYS LATER

"Put red on her lips... Don't forget the mascara... and on the cheeks use this blush... Not this one! The peach blush!"

It was possible to say that Charles Lewis Tiffany was taking the place of the makeup artist. The woman was losing patience, Y/N realized this, but he wanted to participate in every second of it. When she finished, Charles smiled, admiring Y/N's beauty through the mirror.

"You see? You're genuinely beautiful... I think I finally found my muse." The actress was flattered by the compliments and that reflected in her smile when Charles took a blue box, but this was not a simple blue box. This is the famous Tiffany Blue Box. "I want you to meet my new creation..." He opened the box, stealing Y/N's breath instantly. "Dramatically plunging down the decolletage, an incredible emerald-cut bicolor zoisite that shifts from violet-blue to purplish-red, depending on the angle. The pendant is over 48 carats and it's wrapped in a halo of baguette diamonds and suspended from a diamond rondelle chain of over 37 total carats."

"Oh Charles, this is absolutely beautiful. I'm speechless..." She confessed, watching him take the necklace and offer to put it around her neck. Y/N accepted immediately and when the pendant touched the white fabric of the dress, she smiled at the mirror.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend" Charles whispered, eliciting a giggle from her. "Now I need to speak to the photographer, but take a few minutes to prepare yourself." The man smiled one last time and Y/N walked to the door, opening it for him. She took the opportunity to spy on what was happening on the other side and it was possible to say that there was a little sadness in her eyes.

"What are you looking for?" Misty's voice echoed and she closed the door quickly.

"Huh... nothing!"

The woman was checking the contract – something about image authorization – and when she took her eyes off the papers, she found Y/N with a half-hearted smile.

"Go ahead... Spill the tea."

Brian was probably smoking, so Misty was her only option.

"Arthur was busy these days, but he called me this morning... He looked nervous and said he would like to talk to me, so I invited him to accompany the photoshoot, but..."

"You did what?!" Misty left the chair, interrupting her. Not wanting to start a scene, the redhead looked at Dariela, the makeup artist, and said: "Get out." The woman immediately stopped organizing her makeup and ran out of the dressing room.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

"And was it necessary to invite that maniac to come here too?"

"Jesus, Misty!" She walked to the other side of the dressing room. "Manic? Really?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Based on what? His bank account?"

"Based on his journal." Misty replied and the actress looked in her direction with a frown. Shaking her head, the redhead let out a bitter laugh before confessing: "He doesn't use it just to write jokes... I found a lot of pornography on those pages."

Y/N felt a little uncomfortable with that. Certain things do not need to be exposed... She didn't need to know about that part of Arthur's life and Misty just invaded his privacy.

"Well... many men consume pornography daily."

"Y/N, pornography is not the point here. He makes some weird collages... women with cat heads... skulls... one of these women was tied up in a compromising position... Can you see how problematic this is?" Misty was trying to open her eyes and consequently was scaring the actress, but that was not all. "I saw the magazines. That man will probably do the same to you... your face on the body of these naked women or on a cat's body! You have always been uncomfortable with the way men see you only as a sex symbol... and now Arthur is using you as a sex toy!"

"Stop! Just stop, okay?" Y/N demanded, using an edgy tone of voice. That was too much for her to assimilate. "You're saying this because you do not accept the idea of Arthur being my friend! All that matters to you is status, but it doesn't matter to me! When are you going to let me live my own life?"

"This is not about social classes, this man is a pervert! I'm trying to protect you!"

"Enough, Misty!" That was enough to make the redhead shut up and Y/N found her way back to the mirror.

To complete the look, inside the blue box was a beautiful diamond ring and a pair of shiny round diamond earrings, just waiting for her. Putting on the ring was an easy task, but she couldn’t say the same about earrings; her hands were shaking and this is all the fault of the stress.

"Let me help you." The manager approached and at first Y/N refused her help, but after another failed attempt, she handed the earrings to the woman. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes..."

"Sometimes?"

Misty just sighed, shaking her head.

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