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stellar-constellations · 9 months

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"I would've gave you a kiss if you asked!"

Jealous! (Y/N) x Denji (Hayakawa)

(Y/N) and Himeno aren't on great terms!

Underage drinking on (Y/N)'s part.

I stared at the door depressingly, three drinks already gone with not even a sip wasted, all drank by me. I sighed again for the 40th time that night.

“What’cha so down for? Does alcohol make you sad?” Himeno questioned, slapping her hand on my shoulder.

I groaned and pushed it off, ignored at the drunk. At least I can hold my alcohol better compared to her.

“Shut up, cancer stick.” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I was promised Denji would be here.” I sighed again.

“Oh. Interesting.” Himeno smirked.

“I don’t like that look.” I grimaced.

“I'm looking like this because I owe him a kiss.” She said proudly.

“What?!” I cried out. “How? No fair!” I whined, verbally letting out my frustration and anger at her.

Her out of all people? This cancer stick! She’ll have lung cancer by the time my liver wears down tonight!

“You can’t be serious.” I sighed, already feeling tears in my eyes.

Alcohol is a depressant on the nervous system. I’ll blame my tears on that if she sees me cry.

“Hehe. Yup. Tongue and all. Denji saved me from the Eternity Devil.” Himeno chuckled.

“Yeah, when Himeno gets drunk she turns into a kissing freak.” Some dude with a freaky stone face, Stoner (I've decided his name was), said.

"Good to know..." I muttered, scooting a bit, not needing that information but now aware to be extremely cautious with her. "Get me a strong blue-raspberry margarita." I spoke, stopping the waiter walking past me. "Add lemons in it too, please. And vodka. I need this." I spoke, desperate to drink away my sadness, anger, and disappointment all at once.

The waiter nodded at me confused and a little annoyed (this was probably the fourth time I've asked in for a drink in the last twenty minutes).

"Haven't you all had enough? Pretty soon you'll end up like kissaholic over here." Stoner spoke.

"I'm not that drunk!" Himeno slurred slightly.

"Don't judge me." I spat out harshly.

Besides, this is probably the only way I'd be able to drink underaged.

That waiter finally came back with my drink. I took it, almost not bothering to say thanks, but I decided I should be a little polite so he wouldn't spit in my next drink.

"Thanks." I sighed, keeping my eyes on the door as I threw the straw behind me and chugged half of the margarita glass. "Get me another, a way bigger glass too." I ordered.

"That poor waiter—you'll be working his sorry ass all night." A blond guy with a scar spoke, whose name will now be Mad Brows because of his weird eyebrows.

The door bursted open, a rowdy crowd of three entering the bar.

"Hey, guys!" I greeted optimistically, glad to see Denji with them.

Denji sat down next to Himeno and I immediately stood up, forcing Stoner to scoot his ass over as I sat down next to Denji, placing my head on his shoulder so he’d pay attention to me instead of Himeno. He blushed, staring for a good twenty seconds as I looked up at him, then grabbed the menu, shoving his red face deep into the plastic.

“Come on! You’re still so young, so order up and eat more!” Stoner said to Denji.

“Fuck! I can’t read any of this stuff!” Denji shouted.

“I can help!” I volunteered immediately, removing my head off his shoulder and sharing the menu as I pointed out different things. “This is spicy sushi, this is karaage, there’s ramen, udon, fried rice, curry…” the list went on and on as I patiently explained to him everything and answered his questions such as “what’s this food?” and “well, does that taste good?”

He finally decided and ordered his food, getting the waiter to come get it. The waiter hurried quickly once seeing me and hesitantly asked if I wanted another alcohol.

“Nah, I’ll sober up. Get me water instead.” I spoke.

“You’ve been drinking?” Denji questioned, shocked. “I didn’t even notice! But I guess that makes sense now cause of your red face.”

“I have a high tolerance for alcohol thanks to genetics.” I chuckled.

“Ugh. This is so boring! You want that kiss now, Denji?” Himeno questioned before chugging beer.

“Really?!” Denji shouted, excited. I groaned, extremely annoyed and jealous of Himeno.

“Fucking cancer stick…” I muttered unhappily as I slammed my head hard on the table, shaking it.

“A kiss?” I looked behind me and noticed Makima appear from nowhere as she looked over Denji. “Are you going to kiss someone, Denji?” she questioned.

“Of course not!” Denji shouted immediately.

“Eh? Denji, you’re not going to kiss me?” Himeno spoke.

“Of course I am!” Denji shouted.

I huffed, rolling eyes yet eternally grateful that Makima saved me from the sight of a guy I really like getting it on with some drunk girl who can’t give consent.

Everybody went on more about drinking, somehow Power and the others started to talk about IQ. I noticed Himeno point me a cheeky smile before dragging her eyes to Denji next to me. Her face was red from the alcohol but seemed green too, almost as if she was about to throw up. I glared at her, shaking my head her she smirked wider.

She leaned in over me and I immediately stood up, grabbing Denji’s hand and lifting him off the ground with strength I didn’t know I had. I took a few steps back and immediately after I did so, she threw up.

“Gross!” someone at the table shouted.

Kobeni held in her own puke in their mouth Makima stared at the scene, slightly surprised.

“That was close.” Stoner said as Power laughed.

“Uhoh. Excuse me, can we get something to wipe it up?” Makima asked.

“Gross! Gross! Gross! Denji’s a minor too, you sick pedo!” I shouted at Himeno, red in the face from anger as I held onto Denji’s hand tighter and walked out of the bar.

“Woah! What about paying?” Denji questioned.

“Forget that. It’s all on Makima.” I spoke. “Can’t believe she tried doing that to you! I promise you, since I can’t legally give you consent now, but I promise that you’ll get a proper French kiss like Himeno offered to you! It’ll be tongue and all like she said and it’ll be 100 times better than what she could ever give you!” I spoke, stomping angrily as we started walking to our apartment.

“I can’t believe her! Also can’t believe you’d allow that from her! You know what grooming is!? ‘Cause it’s that! Same thing Makima’s been doing. You’re a perfect target for them it seems, so watch out!” I scolded.

“Sorry.” Denji sighed out.

“Seriously though. What were you thinking? You risked your life for a stupid kiss, I heard. I would’ve gave you a kiss if you asked!” I blurred out, before realizing what I said as my face became bright red.

“Oh, really?” Denji teased, a sharp and playful smirk on his face as he leaned closer. “That’s really all I’d have to do?”

“Stop it, I still have alcohol in my system so there's no legal consent.” I sighed, adverting my gaze to anywhere but him. "Let's just go back to our homes."

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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Real Friends / Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader / Part Seven

happy valentines day my loves - this seemed to be the perfect chapter to mark the occasion ;) i hope you all had the most lovely day, here is some pure sap and a much needed break in tension between our two favorite friends. I have always wanted to reference a very specific grey’s anatomy scene in my writing and I thought this was the perfect pairing to break it out for - you can watch that here and that is all I’ll say in order to not spoil what’s to come - it is up to you if you watch it before or after you read it ;)

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part seven

one - two - three - four - five - six

word count: 4.5k

warnings: sap. lots of sap.

“Cobra,” Penny started but was cut off by a round of rowdy frat boys to which she gave you an annoyed look. “Cobra, you know I would never ask…” she said, and you just nodded before she even had the chance. She’d lost one of her weekend bartenders and she was definitely feeling it right now as the Hard Deck thrummed with energy and you had no problem slipping behind the bar and taking the spare apron from Penny.

“And you don’t have to, who knows, could be fun to get back into the swing of things,” you smiled as you took an order and got to work. You’d never liked living on base and avoided it at all costs, which resulted in you picking up some bartending shifts in your early twenties to help cover the costs of living on your own on just the Navy’s salary and in all honesty you’d loved it. The energy was usually always good, tips were fantastic, especially on the nights when you dressed to make the old-timers wallets hurt, and it was a great way to distract yourself from the stress of your day job. It was like riding a bike for you, easy to slip back into your old routine of managing patrons and keeping up with the conversation as well as making sure their drinks were well taken care of and you smiled brightly at Rooster as he approached.

“Have I stepped into an alternate universe?” he asked as you set a beer in front of him.

“Pen was swamped and I happen to know my way around a bar,” you said, mixing up an old fashioned for the guy waiting beside him… based on his young appearance and choice of drink you’d inspected his ID three times to make sure it wasn’t fake.

“Full of surprises aren’t you?” he teased and you just winked in response, flitting around to clear empty glasses.

“Get away from my bar, Roo, you’re in the way,” you said as you made your way from table to table, pushing him in the direction of the pool table and watching as he joined your group of friends. You helped Penny through the rush, and even got to ring the bell once which was secretly something you’d always wanted to do, and you wiped your hands in satisfaction as you looked over the bar, now only occupied by regulars who weren’t quite as demanding.

“Cobra, you’re a literal lifesaver,” Penny said, giving your shoulders a squeeze from behind as she slid a rather fat stack of tips your way and you just shook your head.

“Pen, I didn’t say yes for some extra cash, I was happy to help.”

“Come on, most of these are from all the boys on base that are utterly obsessed with you anyways, just take them as a token of my gratitude otherwise I’m never making your margaritas spicy again,” she warned and you placed a hand on your chest in faux shock.

“You would never.”

“Try me,” she smiled, pushing them closer to you and you gave her a soft smile before tucking them away in the pocket of your shorts as she waved you off to join your friends with a fresh drink in hand.

“Have to say, Cobra, you are a much better bartender than I would have thought,” Rooster said when you approached the pool table.

“I take offense in that, I’ll have you know I bartended for years.” you retorted, “but nevermind that, I uh… I actually have some news, guys.” you said hesitantly, waiting until you had everyone’s attention, trying not to linger on the fact that you’d had Hangman’s all night.

“What, is this where you tell us you're ditching us to spend your days here instead?” Rooster joked and you just shoved his shoulder.

“No, it’s a little bigger than that… I got a call from Admiral Simpson today, I’m being promoted to Lieutenant Commander,” you said and the entire group broke out in cheers.

“Holy shit, Cobra, this is amazing!” Phoenix cooed as she pulled you in for a tight hug, “I am so proud of you,” she whispered in your ear.

“Alright, alright, break it up, let me get in there,” Rooster said, pulling you from her arms and into his own. You were essentially passed around the entire group, being hugged so tight you almost thought your ribs could be bruised until you made it to Hangman who really wasn’t sure what to do or say. You still hadn’t spoken, but he didn’t want to let this moment pass either of you by.

“Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander,” he said, giving you a salute and you laughed, shaking your head at him. You tentatively reached out for him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground before twirling you in a circle as you let out a giggle, “I always knew you’d be the first to break Lieutenant,” he said setting you down but keeping his hands on your waist and you had no intention of removing your arms from his shoulders. “You deserve it, Cobra, this and so much more.” You just beamed up at him, his words of praise washing over you and filling your chest with warmth and you pulled away from him when Coyote cleared his throat behind you.

“So, when’s the big celebration?” he asked as you turned to face him and adjusted your dress awkwardly.

“Rather soon actually… they thought we would want to do it before we return from break, turns out they know a thing or two about what we get up to in our free time,” you laughed, “it’s this Friday.”

“Well, then you and I have to go shopping for dresses. Of course we’ll wear our stuffy dress uniforms for the actual banquet but… afterwards we’re going out for a proper night on the town to celebrate our girl, what do you say?” Phoenix asked, addressing the rest of the group and everyone nodded.

“Oh, oh no…” Bob said and you all looked at him in confusion, “this is going to be a repeat of the night after the uranium mission isn’t it?” he asked and you let out a loud laugh before reaching over to ruffle his hair. Poor sweet Bob had been the only sober one present to keep everyone alive and well after you’d all returned home, desperate to let loose and blow off steam once the mission was over.

“Oh, Bob… have I told you today how much I love you? These new glasses really suit your face,” you said, fully redirecting the conversation which was confirmation in and of itself that yes… it was going to be a repeat.

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You stood at attention as Admiral Simpson read out your new rank and you saluted, smiling softly as Maverick came to affix your new pin to your uniform, as was tradition for a loved one to do the honors. You’d thought about calling your family, but with the short notice you knew they’d be unable to attend and Maverick was the next best thing, he’d been absolutely delighted when you’d asked. The night had passed with a blur, you making introductions with several important people you’d not yet had the chance to meet as Cyclone essentially dragged you from person to person. You kept chuckling as you’d spare glances towards your team, keeping up an air of professionalism but if you looked just a little closer you could tell they were getting up to nothing but trouble as they sipped the champagne that seemed to be flowing freely and laughed amongst themselves. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you as they all scrambled to salute you when you finally approached their table, almost yelling Lieutenant Commander completely out of sync.

“God, I love you guys,” you said through your laughs, “things are finally wrapping up, still the plan to meet at the Hard Deck at nine?” you asked and everyone nodded as they got ready to leave.

“Mind if I drive you?” Hangman asked, and you nodded at him despite everything in you telling you no. You made your way out to the parking lot where he opened the door for you and helped you climb in, chuckling to himself as you grunted.

“No reason to have a truck like this in San Diego,” you muttered, buckling your seatbelt as he got in, “purely aesthetic, Jacob Seresin, people back home would laugh at you.”

“They would not,” he scoffed, pulling out of the lot and beginning the short drive to your home.

“They surely would. They’d call you a poser, say you’ve forgotten your roots with this fancy thing in the city.”

“If anything this truck is me remembering my roots,” he countered and you shook your head.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but all the real cowboys back home don’t drive frilly rigs like this.”

“You know what, I’ll let you have it, seeing as it's your day and all,” he said, smirking at you before returning his eyes to the road.

“As you should,” you said simply, turning your attention out your window as a silence settled over the cab.

“I really am proud of you, you know,” he finally said, “you’ve been busting your ass. Not just on the mission, but by naturally stepping into a leadership role at Top Gun, going out of your way to help everyone… it’s really impressive and I just thought you should know that.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you said, cheeks flushing under his praise as you pulled into your driveway. “You coming in or will I see you in a few hours?”

“I’ve got my change of clothes with me but… I- I don’t want to impose,” he said and you smiled softly at his suddenly sheepish demeanor.

“I did ask, Hangman,” you said, getting out of the truck and making your way to unlock your front door and he was quick to follow. You made your way through the foyer, checking the clock on your wall and seeing you had plenty of time to spare as you kicked your boots off. “I don’t know about you but I am dying to get out of this uniform, bathrooms right there if you want to change,” you said as you made your way down the hallway and into your bedroom where you changed into a tee shirt and flowy shorts to get ready. When you reemerged you had to fight to keep your jaw off the floor, blinking slowly as you took him in, wearing a neutral patterned short sleeve button up with well-fitting blue slacks and he smirked as he noticed.

“Well, you certainly clean up nice,” you said, fetching the pair of you beers before motioning him to follow you to your bedroom where you took a seat at your vanity.

“I should say the same, San Diego won’t know what hit them when you hit the town in those… What are those, daisy shorts?”

“Oh hush, this obviously isn’t what I’m wearing,” you said as you gestured for him to take a seat on your bed and you made eye contact in the mirror as you plugged your curling iron in, “on a scale of one-post uranium mission how rowdy do you think it’s going to get tonight?”

“Considering Phe was already a little tipsy when we left, I’m gonna say it might be a little worse,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“Poor Bob,” you mused, sectioning your hair and beginning to curl as he watched with amusement.

“I think he actually enjoys it,” he shrugged. “Look, I’ve been wanting to talk to you… I understand why you’ve been avoiding me, I was entirely out of line with what happened and I just wanted to apologize.”

“You weren’t out of line, Jake,” you said, dropping a section of hair before starting on the next. “You surely took me by surprise, but you weren’t out of line.”

“If it wasn’t out of line you wouldn’t have dropped off the face of the earth for three days… it’s really okay, you have no obligation to spare my feelings, I just want us to go back to how things were… I’ve really missed you.”

You sighed, setting the iron down and turning to face him, “I did kiss you back. Twice.”

“It’s a little detail I’m willing to overlook,” he said, looking at you with pleading eyes and you felt your body thrum under his gaze, drawing you in and clouding your judgment. Ever since Rooster had shown up at your door, you’d been thinking and overthinking, carefully considering his words and the chord they’d struck within you.

“I’m not,” you said, turning back around and starting back in on your hair as silence fell over the room. You’d gotten almost all of the way through when he finally spoke again.

“What does that mean?” he asked, running a hand through his hair as his knee bounced nervously. You finished the last strand of your hair, unplugging the iron as you took a swig of your beer and clipped the front sections away from your face.

“It means I don’t want to overlook it.” you said, taking a makeup wipe to your face and removing any trace before you could start fresh.

“Okay, but like… what does that mean?” he asked again, confusion clear as day across his face as he tried to understand what you were implying. You made eye contact in the mirror as you blended foundation into your skin.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since you kissed me. Ever since that day you came over and we agreed to be friends I’ve been fighting this… attraction towards you with every fiber of my being because you scare the shit out of me. I’m okay right now, I have great friends, my career is progressing exactly as I would like it to,” you moved on to swirl blush onto your cheeks, speaking so nonchalantly it was as if you were giving him the weather report. “Giving into this, giving in to you, threatens all of that. I’ve never been good at relationships and your track record speaks for itself but I know enough to know that this? This is just dangerous,” you dusted your cheeks with highlighter before taking another drink as he just stared at you blankly. “Letting you in means potentially compromising the friend group, compromising everything I’ve worked so hard for, hell it compromises my own sanity because honestly I think when this burns in it’s going to devastate me,” you said, moving onto your eyes, still speaking so calmly. “These are all things I know to be true and yet I just don’t have any fight left in me anymore.” He finally moved, setting his beer bottle next to yours and placing his hands on the back of your chair, watching you in the mirror as you continued on with your makeup, your focus sharp as you drew wings onto your liner.

“Sweetheart, are we going to get to the part where you tell me what this means?” You remained silent for a moment, sweeping mascara across your lashes before discarding the tube on the messy table top and taking another drink of your beer as you met his eyes.

“It means that if that kiss was foreboding something that is just physical for you, you need to tell me so I can… so I can process it and move on, because I-” for the first time emotion seeped into your voice as you stumbled over your words, and he gently grabbed your arm to pull you up and into him as he stared down into your eyes.

“Honey, I am just as terrified as you are, but you and me… we don’t run from the scary stuff, we dive in headfirst and I don’t want to do anything but that with you. This has never been just physical for me,” he whispered as he cradled your jaw between his hands.

“You are… god, I just, I can’t stand you sometimes because you’re… it’s like you’re in me, even when we weren’t friends and all we did was fight it was like you were apart of me, like I was infected by Jacob Seresin,” you chuckled dryly as tears welled in your eyes and you lost your grip on all the reasons why not you’d been clinging so tightly to as his hands slipped down to grip your waist, “I- I… I love you and I, fuck I didn’t… that just flew right out but I love you,” a tear slipped down your cheek as you unraveled before his eyes and as much as you wanted to force yourself to shut up, to claim some kind of psychotic break and lock yourself in the bathroom you couldn’t stop now that you’d started. “I-I do, I love you and I have been trying so hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it because this is just… this is a bad idea and I know it but I just can’t think about anything or anyone and I can’t sleep, I can’t- I can’t breathe because I am just so in love with you and I-” you were cut off by his lips on your own and you melted into him, tangling your hands in his hair as you pulled him closer only for him to pull back and leave you breathless.

“You’re in love with me,” he said, wiping a falling tear and looking down at you almost as if he didn’t believe it and you chuckled, cheeks flushing at the uncharacteristic emotional outburst.

“Be cool about it,” you sighed and he brushed your hair away from your face before placing another quick kiss to your lips. His hands enveloped your jaw, fingers splaying across your neck as he tipped your head back and drank you in.

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, kissing you again and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He pulled back, reaching to grab your makeup sponge and dab at your cheeks and you gasped, plucking it from his hands and swatting him away.

“What are you doing, you’re going to make it worse,” you said, “very sweet but I’ll fix it myself.” He chuckled, sitting down in your chair and pulling you into his lap as you fixed the tear streaks and ran your fingers through your curls.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, placing kisses to your shoulder and you smiled softly, standing and pulling him up with you.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, kissing him again and retreating to your closet where you picked out a set of strapless lingerie you’d bought a few weeks ago and slipped your dress on, walking back out and turning away from him, “zip me up?” you asked and you felt his fingers trail up your arm.

“Is that a bit of red lace I see?” he asked, slowly tugging the zipper up, “you’re killing me, honey,” he whispered into your ear before roughly turning you around and pulling you into him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said innocently, giggling as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Sure you don’t,” you escaped his grasp, grabbing your shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed to strap them on and he crouched before you, taking them and sliding them on, carefully fastening them into place as you watched in adoration. His hand trailed up your calf before pulling you up and twirling you around, “you are a sight for sore eyes, honey.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you said, smiling up at him as his fingers brushed just under the hem of your dress.

“Where have you been hiding this thing?”

“You have Phoenix to thank for this,” you laughed and he promised you he would. You briefly thought you should have been freaking out. You should have been overwhelmed by what had come tumbling out of your mouth but you weren’t, you felt lighter than you had in weeks and you felt nothing but excitement at the idea of embarking on a night of celebration with him at your side.

You walked into the Hard Deck hand in hand with Jake, having just got into an argument about kissing you and disrupting your perfectly applied lipstick as everyone’s heads turned to face you. “Look at the lot of you,” Penny said shaking her head, “is the Navy only accepting movie stars these days?” She set a drink before you as you laughed, “this one’s on me, congratulations, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Thank you, Pen,” you blushed as you approached the rather dapper looking Dagger Squad. “I see everyone understood the assignment tonight,” you teased.

“Yes, and everyone finish their one drink, we are not wasting this on the place we wind up every night.” Phoenix ordered as Penny approached with her phone out.

“I’m going to try not to take offense to that. At the risk of sounding like a mom on prom night, everyone squish together, I want a photo of you on this most momentous occasion,” she said, gesturing you all to pose and Jake swiftly pulled you into him, his hand settling on your waist as you leaned against him and smiled for the photo before you all broke apart.

“I’m serious, you might be the woman of the hour but chug. There’s this super cute bar downtown and I want to go before it gets too crowded,” Phoenix said, gesturing to your margarita and you just looked up at Jake.

“And so it begins,” you said, tipping your head back and polishing off the drink, “oh fuck, that was spicy,” you wheezed and everyone laughed as you were whisked away to a rather swanky little bar that seemed a little too posh for what you were sure this night would entail. One shot turned into two, then three and suddenly you were on top of a table with Phoenix as you both drunkenly sang along to Beyonce, flipping off the camera Rooster had pointed in your direction. Your heel precariously slipped off the edge of the table, causing you to lose your balance entirely and before you could even process what was happening you found yourself in Jake’s arms as he just looked down at you amused.

“You doing alright, princess?” he asked and you beamed up at him.

“Wonderful. This is the perfect night,” you grinned and he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, lipstick be damned, only pulling apart at the chaos it caused.

“Hold on.” Phoenix muttered.

“Oh, I fucking knew it,” Fanboy laughed.

“Are you guys blind? They walked in holding hands,” Rooster pointed out but it only added fuel to the fire.

“To be fair, I was distracted by her legs,” Phoenix said and you hid your face in Jake’s chest as he placed you back on solid ground. The group devolved into questions and Phoenix just gave you a look, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the bathroom to leave Jake to fend for himself.

“When did that happen?” she asked and you sighed as you leaned against the sink.

“After the banquet… he drove me home and we got ready together and I don’t know what came over me. I was telling him all the reasons why I didn’t want to and before I knew it I was telling him I was in love with him.”

“A big night for you, indeed,” she said, fixing your hair. “I really am so happy for you. This is good, and I’m not even going to tell you I told you so.”

“I think you just did,” you giggled before the two of you stumbled out of the bathroom with your arms linked.

“Come on you booze hounds, we’re switching locations,” Rooster said, slinging an arm over Phoenix’s shoulder as Jake navigated you out into the cool night air. The next bar was much more your speed, filled with people just as drunk as you all were and decorated modestly. It was the group's natural instinct to migrate to the pool table, overtaking it and claiming it as your own as you and Jake went head to head.

“Don’t think I’m going easy on you just because I got mushy earlier,” you said as you racked the balls and he just shook his head and laughed.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” The game went as it always did, with the two of you hurling insults left and right but with the addition of subtle teasing on your part to throw him off his game. Just as he was lining up the winning shot you rested your hands on the pool table just in front of the eight ball, leaning forward and giving him what he considered to be the best view in the house. His eyes raked over you and even from your spot across the pool table you could see them darken but it only served as motivation instead of a deterrent, “as much as I love you, I’m not throwing the game that easily.” he said as he sank the ball and you groaned.

“I am not going to get used to hearing that,” Coyote said as you perched yourself on the edge of the pool table and pouted as he came to stand between your legs.

“Come on sweetheart, no one likes a sore loser.” he teased and you rolled your eyes, pushing him away.

“I am not a sore loser,” you protested.

“You are when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not that either,” you said, narrowing your eyes and he just laughed at you as he brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Oh princess, you are absolutely hammered.” He kissed the tip of your nose and you just smiled dopily at him.

“Okay, maybe I am…” you giggled as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into him. You breathed in his cologne as you clung to him and sighed in content as he placed a kiss to the top of your head before you pulled away to look up at him. “Everything is perfect, so very perfect.” you said, turning your gaze to look over your friends, smiling as you saw Rooster and Phoenix over at the dart board, Coyote and Fanboy talking to a pair of girls at the bar, and Bob sitting in a booth keeping a watchful eye over everyone.

“It really is, isn’t it?” he said, never moving his gaze from you as you lovingly looked at all of your friends.

“You cheeseball,” you said when you turned back to him and he just chuckled.

“Your cheeseball.” he said, cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss, “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.”

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jakekiszkasmommy · 10 months

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Bullseye Part 1🥃

Warnings: Slow burn, nothing spicy... yet 👀 Minors still be warned because the end of this...well...you get it.

Author's note: I hope you like this MULTI-PART fic! Let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist! I'm still fairly new to all of this so please bear with me!

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You had just started drinking for the night. Trying to forget the week that you had. Your friend, Sam, dragged you to the bar with him insisting that you have shots and be merry. Who were you to say no? The night was still young and you were having a great time until the person you hated the most walked through the door.

You could see his bouncy head of curls towering over everyone as he made his way to the bartop. Tapping the counter to get Bri's attention behind the bar. You rolled your eyes and slammed the rest of your margarita. Did Sam invite him?

They were best friends, even playing in a band together. You and Sam met at one of their gigs, instantly hitting it off. But there was a special place in hell reserved for Daniel Wagner. You couldn't place the exact reason you hated him, you just did. Always had. Always will.

Sam dissapeared 20 minutes ago, going to the jukebox to find "a classic." When he finally returned, he noticed Daniel and shouted and waved him over. Daniel giving a nod, noting he would be over shortly.

You spun around on your barstool, hoping the other side of the bar would be more entertaining than being in the company of Danny. Stirring the ice around with the tiny black straw, you decided you needed another drink. Hopping down, you felt the tequila hit at once, stumbling past Danny and rolling your eyes to yourself as he gave you a soft smile of acknowledgment.

You don't think Danny hated you, but you hated him. Tonight of all nights especially. After a long week, you wanted to have fun with just Sam. But of course, Sam had to extend the welcome. You figured you would either let go and have fun. Or be stuck miserable being in the company of, essentially, your arch nemesis.

Leaning your chest over the bar, you say, "Bri can I get another?" Giggling as it came out louder than expected. You two had been friends for a short time, becoming a regular at the local bar. She was caught up on drink orders and leaned across the bar while handing you your drink.

"Behave tonight...please. I don't want to have to kick you out...again." She said with a wink.

"Well if men around here would keep their grimey hands off of me, I would have to go around causing problems," mindlessly sipping away as you waved her off. It wasn't even two weeks ago that Bri kicked you out of the bar after you relentlessly punched a low life in the face for getting too handsy.

Turning back around, you see two options. Darts..or conversing with Sam and Daniel. Darts it is. You collected your darts from the bar and walked right past the two of them, deep in conversation.

You started recklessly throwing darts at the board. Missing and apologizing to the people next to you. Over and over again and before you knew it, you had drained the contents of your glass yet again. Feeling the effects of the alcohol, you started to get warm and loosen up. Picking up your darts, you turn around to see Sam standing with his arm extended and a smile plastered on his face. A shot of your favorite tequila in hand for you and him. Daniel standing just behind him with a beer.

"Y/N,"Sam drags out your name with a goofy smile, "Care for company?" Sam asked.

"Oh, Sammy, you know just how to bribe me don't you?" You laugh taking the shot from his hand before downing it and slamming the glass on the countertop. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, "You want in on this, Wagner?" Motioning with your thumb to the dart board behind you.

His head shoots up, making eye contact with you. Surprised you even acknowledged him. He sets his beer down, "Yeah. Sure, unless- Sam wants to play?" He stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking down at his shoes.

Sam is already nearly running back to the jukebox to pick another song before you have a chance to say anything else. Now you felt stupid. You trapped yourself in a sloppy game of darts with the person that made your fight or flight kick in at any given moment.

"You start without me, I'm going to get one more drink," you said. "Want another?"

"No I'm ok! Someone has to get the both of you home somehow." He turns away, one of his hands rubbing at the back of his neck. You're sure you see a blush creeping up.

Returning with another margarita, this time strawberry with sugar on the rim, Danny is retreiving the darts. You are blissfully sipping it as you approch your playing area. "Your turn," Danny says as he places the darts in your hand. Man his hands are soft.

What are you doing? What are you thinking? You hate him. But why? The alcohol has your mind reeling. Feeling like you have an angel and devil on each shoulder.

Taking one more sip from the glass and licking some of the sugar off the rim, you set your glass down. He pulls the glass towards him and covers the top of it with his hand, nodding towards the group of men that have gathered next to you. You silently thank him with your eyes before they travel back down to his hand. His big, rough, hands.

Shaking your head out of the fuzzy thoughts. Snap out of it Y/N.

You take your place and roll your shoulders back before taking a deep breath and throwing. The sharp object hitting the dart board and bouncing to the floor. You let your breath go and slump your shoulders in defeat.

"Look with your right eye and point your elbow towards the board." You spin around. Confused. Danny giggles as he approaches you, "May I?" He gestures. You give him a slight nod. He positions himself a foot behind you, turning your shoulders slightly. "Now, bring your arm up, and point your elbow towards your target." Just as you go to throw, his voice hits your ears, this time much closer. "Wait." He places both hands on your hips and rotates them ever so slightly. "There, perfect. Now just look with your right eye, and throw."

The breath is taken our of your lungs. The tequila must be having a stronger effect on you than normal. You can feel hot searing imprints on your hips where his hands were just mere seconds ago. You throw, and land a perfect bullseye.

You squeal with excitement and jump up and down. Turning, you wrap him in a hug, "Thank you thank you thank you." He is shocked and doesn't reciprocate the embrace. You soon get your bearings and just as quickly as the hug started, you all but shove him away. Creating as much distance as you can quickly. Clearing your throat, "Sorry, that's just my first bullseye ever and I got really excited."

His deep eyes making eye contact with you over the rim of your glass while smirking. "S'okay." He says before taking a big gulp. "You know what? We can always just get an uber. I think I will take you up on that drink offer."

Just as he finishes his beer, Sam has made his way back to you both. Drinks in hand for all 3 of you. "The night is young and the music is good! Let's party!"

Part 2

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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hiii! i’m new to the bar, can i get a margarita or margarita on the rocks with matt murdock and reader? based on the lyrics from fire & gasoline

It's dangerous, to fall in love, but I

Wanna burn with you tonight

Hurt me

There's two of us, we're certain with desire

The pleasure's pain and fire

Burn me

So come on, I'll take you on, take you on, I

Ache for love, ache for us

congrats again on your milestone!!

thank you so much for stopping by the bar, nonnie! I hope you enjoy. cheers! 🥂

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

fire & gasoline

the pleasure’s pain and fire

It was an endless and tortuous cycle the two of you found yourself in. Matt loved you, God did he love you, but he could never be the man you needed him to be. He would never fully be yours. And that made you despise him. Because he was the first person to make you feel alive, but you needed more than he could give. He lit a fire within you that made your bones grow cold when the flame died out into a hopeless ember.

Maybe that’s why you never bothered to stop him when he lit the match.

You never snuffed out the blaze he carried within him. You gave into it. As much as you promised yourself you wouldn’t, you willingly ran into the Devil’s lair with a can of gasoline, and against both of your better judgments, you created an inferno even God could feel the heat of in the safety of the heavens.

Matt’s hips were relentless as they snapped into yours, and you could barely handle the ferocity of his pace. Every powerful thrust jolted your body up his sweat soaked silk sheets, but you couldn’t go far with his strong arms caged around your body like steel chains. Not that you wanted to. You couldn’t tell if your thighs ached from the way your legs were locked tightly around his slim waist, or from the fact that your third orgasm of the evening was steadily approaching. Matt’s hands were everywhere; gripping, kneading, pulling, and digging. His lips and teeth had decorated your neck and collarbones in a mosaic of bloodstains beneath the surface of your delicate skin to remind you of him for days to come.

As if you could forget him. The hollowness you felt without him inside you haunted you when he wasn’t around. When he had you like this, he made sure you could feel him for days afterwards. Matt did everything he could to leave evidence of himself inside and outside of your body, and especially within the layers of your mind and the dense fortress of your heart. He wanted you to know that your body was the home he would always return to.

“We’re perfect together, sweetheart. Can’t you feel that?”

Those little words doused in pleasure whispered into your ear brought tears to your eyes, because they were true. You and Matt were perfect together…until you needed him to just be Matt and he needed to be the man this city had created. You were always on the same page until you weren’t. He was the man of your dreams until he slipped away during your nightmares, leaving you defenseless with your own shadows as he tended to the ones lurking outside.

“Matt…”

He could hear the desire and the heartache in your voice, and it only made him clutch onto you that much tighter.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Let me make it better. I’m here, I’ve got you.”

Even though you knew all the progress you had made in getting over him would shatter tomorrow like broken glass being held together by watered down faith, you let yourself get lost in the moment. Tomorrow was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, right now, he was yours.

Maybe things would change. Maybe they wouldn’t. But at least you had tonight.

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look-at-the-soul · 6 months

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Look at the soul - Part 11 Green eyes

Cillian Murphy x OC

Series master list

We’ve always heard eyes are a window to the soul, what would Cillian find in Marianne’s?

Word count: 3,460

Song: Green eyes by Coldplay

Cillian rolled the script in his hands as his eyes crossed the stage and he found the cast getting ready to leave as they finished the rehearsal. Marianne waved at Jason, he played the role of the barman.

“Ready?” Lee approached her.

“I really need that margarita tonight.” Marianne groaned, rolling her neck to ease the tension from her shoulders.

“And all I can think of is having those tacos already.” Lee chuckled.

“Tacos?” Cillian’s voice interrupted them, he was a few steps behind.

Both girls turned around to look at him, they had the same expression of a kid who was just caught up with the hand inside of a cookie jar.

“You’re having tacos and didn’t invite me?” He asked placing one of his hands over his chest, pretending to be hurt.

“You can come if you want.” Marianne replied.

“Thought you had already left.” Enda joined them a moment later, Heidi following him.

“They’re having tacos without us.” Cillian raised his eyebrows.

“Are you serious?” Enda gave them a accusation look.

“It’s not like that.” Marianne tried mortified.

Cillian leaned his elbow on his friend’s shoulder. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“Eating tacos of course.” He folded his arms in front of his chest.

“Me too.” Cillian agreed with a huge grin leading the way towards the parking lot. “I’m starving.”

The girls shared a look, unsure of how the night would unfold, they were so used to their dynamic now.

“Can you hurry up?” Enda called impatient.

“Let’s go!” Cillian shouted with excitement.

***

“Hmmm this is heaven.” Enda admitted before getting more chips and dip. “I’m still mad that you left us out of this.” He then pointed at the amazing food at the table.

“I told you it was a girls night out originally.” Heidi rolled her eyes.

“We don’t have to dress up as women right?” Enda joked mimicking a girly pose.

“You’re always looking for any excuse man.” Cillian retorted making the girls laugh. “I’m going to tell your wife to hide her heels.”

“Alright, tacos are ready.” Marianne announced placing the tray in the middle of the table. “And you’re more than welcome to join us every week.”

“Shall we declare tacos night inaugurated?” Cillian rubbed his hands together.

“I’m never skipping a tacos night.” Enda announced solemnly taking a bite. “Oh fuck! This is so good.” He shouted.

“I want one of each.” Lee added passing her plate to the opposite side.

“And you haven’t tried her chicken with chipotle yet.” Cillian shook his head, the mere memory was mouthwatering.

Lee looked from Cillian to Marianne suspiciously, wondering how close those two had been getting lately, sneaking backstage before rehearsals to the point of him tasting one of her recipes. She added a mental note to ask her later about that.

But her friend was oblivious to Lee’s stare as she got busy with the tortillas.

“This is fun, we really need to keep it going.” Heidi proposed as she got a text message. “My husband wants some tacos but I don’t think there’ll be anything left, and I don’t have the heart to tell him.”

“No no, tacos are just meant to be eaten here not to take out.” Enda held the tray with both hands apprehensively.

“Just tell him you ordered pizzas tonight.” Cillian encouraged.

“Woah. The salsa is spicy.” Lee pointed waving her hand in front of her mouth, grabbing her glass to wash down the burning sensation in her throat.

“Last time you told me it wasn’t, so I added more this time.” Marianne explained.

“So tell me how did this start.” Enda asked getting a second round of food.

“I was craving some Mexican one day and then I showed Lee some pictures, so I found a little market that has a lot of Mexican stuff and just like that we asked Heidi if she wanted to join us for dinner, Michelle and Isa have been sometimes too.”

“Well thank you for the invitation.” Enda teased.

Cillian chuckled. “He’s never letting that one go, trust me I’ve known him for so long.”

“You said tacos and margaritas, so where’s my drink?” Enda adjusted the glasses on his nose.

“Go easy with the tequila or you’ll start living la vida loca.” Heidi suggested in a very clear Spanish.

Enda and Cillian’s laugh filled the place.

“What happened with Layla?” Heidi asked before taking another bite of her food.

Marianne shuddered. “Think she was in a bad mood or something, because she pushed me so rough.”

“I was thinking of stepping in, but didn’t want to interfere in the rehearsal.” Heidi admitted.

“Who’s she?” Enda interjected. “Should’ve picked a blonde, a brunette and a redhead to play the prostitutes, they’ll look the same.” He admitted laughing.

“When did that happen?” Cillian’s brows knitted.

“From the beginning, I swore she left you a mark.” Lee pointed out. “She’s been acting weird towards you since forever.”

“Please elaborate.” Enda leaned on the table.

Lee threw a quick glance in Marianne’s direction.

“After she joined the play, she wanted to introduce herself to Cillian but he was on the phone in my dressing room so I told her, very politely that he was busy at that moment and she took it badly.”

“No but tell them about the day I heard her mocking your accent.” Lee lost it, she had kept it to herself for so long.

Enda gave Heidi a knowing look, worried about how it would unfold.

“If I had learned this earlier I wouldn’t let her be part of this, unfortunately the opening is around the corner.”

Heidi nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“I mean I’m aware of my accent, I’m the first one to laugh when I make a mistake, but it’s obvious she has a problem with me.”

“You’ll never please everyone.” Cillian stated crossing his leg. “Don’t take a single comment from a person you wouldn’t ask for advice.”

And as he said that, they all raised their glasses.

“Need some help?” Cillian asked Marianne as she was busy with the tortillas.

But she shook her head and turned them around just using her hand, as if the pan wasn’t hot.

“You’re going to burn yourself.”

“Yeah?” Marianne smiled placing her hand on top of one again t show Cillian nothing happened.

“So you like playing with fire huh?” He tilted his head, fixing his eyes on her. “You should know then, people who plays with fire, usually gets burn.” He flirted.

The way he dragged his words and the velvety tone of his voice made it sound as if he was giving her warning with a double meaning. Leaving Marianne speechless, her mind in blank, unable to answer anything.

Where did that came from?

Heidi walked between them to get another one, oblivious to what was happening. “Would it be weird if I mix all the fillings in one taco?”

When Marianne looked again at Cillian the atmosphere had changed, he was now texting someone. So she decided that perhaps it had just been a game from her imagination.

“A little, but who are we to judge you?” Lee encouraged.

In a matter of seconds, the kitchen got silent again as they all focused on their food and drinks.

***

Turning around, Marianne found Cillian a few meters away with his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed as he laughed at something Enda said.

Staring at him from afar she took in of his curls and the way he seemed so engaged in the conversation unfolding. A head tilt and then she saw him rubbing his fingertips against his lips.

And as if it was some kind of revelation…

How could he, as the narrator of the story know a lot of things about Adria? This man had to have some kind of deep bond with her.

“Wait! Enda! Cill!” She shouted as they were heading out.

Marianne was running out of breath as she reached them, giving them an excited look.

“You’ve to hear this…” her eyes sparkled in excitement. “I finally realized what you think it’s been missing from the play.” Marianne explained, Enda had been struggling the last couple of days because he kept insisting something was missing from the story but he couldn’t figure out what.

“Well, tell me!”

“The narrator,” she looked up at Cillian and back to Enda, “how could this man know Adria’s story so well? He can’t be just a narrator, there has to be something else… a connection.”

“I’m not following.” Enda admitted frowning.

“We all know how life has been complicated towards Adria, the tough situation with her brother taking everything she owns and blocking her from getting a job and all, we’ve seen her how it is for her to accept the gifts those men give her thinking that will grant them her heart and she uses the money to survive… but we barely know a thing or two about her real feelings, there has to be someone she loved once and-”

Cillian couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he caught up with her idea, it was brilliant.

“Her heart is a mystery until we reveal a small glimpse.” He added staring at Enda.

“I need a drink,” this was mindblowing, it had always been under his nose and he had been so blind. “Shall we go to a pub and talk this through?”

“Yes!” Marianne have them a wide smile, her cheeks blushing.

“C’mon there’s one two blocks away.” Enda wrapped his hand around Marianne’s shoulder to guide her out of the parking lot. “You know this changes a lot of things right?”

Marianne nodded realizing the impact it would have in the rehearsals.

“Remember I’ve a trip tomorrow, but send the changes to my email.” Cillian pointed at Enda. “I just hope my dog won’t make a mess in the house.”

“Are your kids staying with your parents?”

“Yeah but I can’t have them taking care of Scout too.”

Marianne looked at him in silence for an instant.

“I can puppysit.”

Cillian stopped walking, surprised by her proposal.

“Really, I mean I love dogs and these days I’m taking classes online I’m only busy with the rehearsals.”

“He’s a beast.”

“Oh c’mon, bet he behaves better than most people.” Marianne dismissed his statement.

“Are you sure?”

“Just say thank you, stop asking her the same.” Interjected Enda.

Cillian laughed relieved and thankful for the help, he then explained her he’d bring his dog first thing in the morning with all the things she might need, it would still be a short stay though, just for two days while he traveled to London for something work related.

As they walked on the empty street, Cillian closed the jacket over his chest, feeling a shiver running up and down his body.

“So how do we do this?”

“Well, ask that to the mastermind here, she got the idea.” Enda chuckled nudging Marianne with his elbow.

“I was thinking of maybe Adria finds a letter she kept in a box or a photograph perhaps of her lost love and that’s how you reveal that side of her to the audience, but then I thought as you already have the narrator element telling part of the story, Cillian could reveal that part you know, verbally while Adria is in the back staring at his picture.”

“My head is about to explode.” The screenplay writer admitted shocked by the insights Marianne was providing, but it was just one way to prove how connected she was with her character.

Cillian smiled proudly as they reached a booth in the corner, he had been for the last thirty minutes as he started to listen to Marianne’s ideas. This was the kind of thing he didn’t know she could do when he first saw her and it was a remarkable thing to admire from her.

“Do you think it’s possible?” Cillian gave his friend a long look. They were against time.

“Of course I’m going to need a ridiculous amount of caffeine through the night, but sure I can have this by tomorrow.” He took a sip of his pint, desperate to head home.

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to feel like any pressure to add this.” Marianne doubted toying with the glass of rosé in front of her.

Enda leaned against the back of his seat. “I can’t tell you how much I love that you are so invested in this that you even start adding ideas, it’s so cathartic for me and a relief to know Adria is in the best hands. Here.” He took her face between his hands and planted a loud kiss on her cheek.

“Perhaps her brother had something to do with the fact that Adria split with- are we still naming him narrator?” He chuckled.

“Yes because I want every man in the room thinking it could be him.” Enda took a long sip of his drink and looking at his watch he gasped. “Shit I gotta go, or the wifey will be mad. But keep the brainstorming!”

“I’ve never seen him so obsessed with a play.” Cillian cleared his throat as he moved closer to Marianne.

Honey, you are a rock

Upon which I stand

“Had been thinking that instead of having you talking from the sound booth, you should be on stage narrating because well, the narrator knows everything about Adria first hand.”

“I like that.” His eyes sparkled under the dim light of the pub. “What else?”

“What about you being something like a bartender in the background first and then… boom the big revelation of who you are.”

Cillian nodded, imagining the scene.

And I come here to talk

I hope you understand

“The way I see it is someone with a bohemian kind of look.”

“So… what’s the main story of the bohemian at the bar?” Cillian asked pulling Marianne from her daydream.

He asked the waitress for a napkin and pen to write down the ideas. Marianne noticed the long looks and smilies the woman was giving him, asking over and over if he needed something else. Lee was right, everywhere they went, he got an endless queue of women fighting for his attention. Women offering in a tray without thinking while he was inside of his bubble. How could she compete with that? When he really had a catalog to choose from with endless possibilities; all kinds of beauty, hair color, nationalities…

It was impossible to not fall for that smile and the way he deeply engaged in whatever you were doing, he was hands down the most attentive person, always had something interesting to add, something funny to say. Cillian always added something that really helped you. But when he fixed his ocean eyes on hers, almost without blinking, it was as if he was opening all of the layers to see the deepest parts of her soul, and she ended up questioning everything.

“You can’t even begin to imagine how important this is, you got to the point to start thinking as your character, more importantly, you’re walking in her shoes.” Cillian praised pulling her back to reality.

He had a good feeling about this, about her idea, Enda had already trusted her in different matters and she ended up adding something really good.

And besides all of that, he loved to listen her talking about something that she felt really passionate about, loved the way her eyes lighted up and held a special sparkle.

The green eyes

Yeah, the spotlight

Shines upon you

“Has it happened to you? Getting ideas for your characters?”

Cillian thought her expressions were adorable. It was impossible to not feel like some kind of magnet was pulling him closer.

And how could

Anybody deny you?

“Yes, plenty of times because I let the character use my body as an instrument to project whatever it wants to the public,” he explained forcing himself to focus on something else other than her, “it’s like taking a step back and allowing them to take charge, huh?”

“I never thought about it until now, and it’s both scary and fascinating.” She rested her face on her hand, leaning closer to Cillian.

I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter now I met you

Marianne was suddenly conscious of the small pout of his lips and the almost imperceptible nod he did.

“I’m in awe of the incredible feeling it is to be onstage,” she admitted placing a loose lock behind her ear.

Cillian felt like it was mouthwatering, everything, every little thing she did, it had an indescribable feeling in him.

The dim light, the little conversation they were having, the rest of the pub disappearing.

He had always been complimented by his eyes and he really didn’t paid attention to other people’s eyes, until now… he was only realizing of the kaleidoscopic shades that were part of Marianne’s green eyes. Of all kinds of shades and tones, a deep emerald adorning around the edge of the iris, a lighter shade mixing perfectly with an olive tone and small rays of gold as it got closer to the pupils.

And honey, you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green eyes

He found them fascinating and it felt contradictory to what he believed in, when someone started talking about his, he brushed the topic to the side and changed the conversation. Destroying any small chance that could allow his ego to grow. But when it came to hers, he realized this was the first time he noticed something like that.

They were so inviting and it was taking all of his willpower to resist the urge to get closer.

That green eyes

You're the one that I wanted to find

Her eyes seemed to change under different lights and he realized now it also depended of the color she was wearing. Now with a purple jumper made the fascinating color of her eyes pop and it was impossible not to get lost in the depths of that emerald treasure.

But what was truly fascinating was all of the things she could express through her eyes even when she wasn’t talking. Every emotion flashing through her eyes, she was so transparent, so genuine.

“Well… how could he not know everything about her? How could she ever forget about the most important person in her life?” She moved her hands in sync with her words. “How could someone become a stranger after seeing your soul?”

He wasn’t sure anymore if this was Marianne or Adria talking… or a mix of both.

And anyone who tried

To deny you must be out of their minds

Cillian leaned back as if he was hit in the gut and the air was taken away from him. Her words repeating over and over in his mind like a song. He had to admit he’d allow her to see his soul as many times as she wanted. She could walk over his back in heels if that made her happy. And that scared him, because of the magnitude it meant; it would mean to give her all of him, his deepest fears, his dreams, his secrets.

Feeling goosebumps all over his skin, Cillian couldn’t help but lean forward a little.

Marianne smiled shyly and looked down at her hands but quickly her gaze returned to Cillian who couldn’t disguise his attraction any longer.

One look and he could be at her feet.

Her breath got caught in her throat as she realized the atmosphere changed suddenly and Cillian was holding her gaze, alternating from her eyes to her lips.

Time stopped as their hearts were drumming inside their chests.

Cillian couldn’t help but wonder what her lips would taste.

There was a force pulling them closer, something neither of them could fight.

Their lips were about to meet midway. A tingle appeared from the anticipation, head tilting…

“Would you like another round?” The waitress interrupted them, breaking off their moment, she tapped her pen against her opposite arm.

Cillian straightened his back as he cleared his throat.

He gave Marianne a long look, noticing the small shook of her head he then thanked the waitress. The magic was gone.

In an instant the bubble burst.

She noticed the waitress had passed in front of them for the hundredth time and she only had eyes for Cillian, but as much as she tried to caught his attention, it didn’t work but she had definitely killed the mood. But she couldn’t blame her though, Cillian was attractive and he had this incredible vibe that made you look twice in his direction.

Perhaps they could talk now that they were out of the pub.

“Can I drive you home?” He offered hoping to continue where they just left, but just as he did, one of his sons called him to let him know they were as well on their way back home.

“It’s fine I’ll get an Uber.” Marianne waved him off so he wouldn’t be late for his sons. “Don’t forget to bring Scout over.” She tried to brush it off, but deep down she couldn’t help but think what would have happened if they weren’t interrupted.

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On the day of Unbirthday party, Alice walked in to the dorm with the wooden basket on her hands. She seems carefully not to move the basket, not to ruined something inside of it. As she walked to them and put down the basket. As she does so, she did a curtsey to everyone with a smile.

"Have a merry unbirthday to you all, and including you, Your Majesty."

She back to the standing position. "You can call me Alice or 🦋 anon if you don't know. Anyways, thank you for inviting me and since you invited me, I make something for five of you."

She said as she take the basket and walked to the white table. She opened the basket and put out a heart shaped strawberry tart with edible gold crown on top of it and put it on where he seat on the table, also, she pulled out a hand glass with beautifully decorated with roses and a tea pot of rose tea and pour it on the glass. After that she put the teapot on the basket.

"For Your Majesty's gift is the rose tea, pour with honey and heart shaped strawberry tart. Perfect for our queen."

As she said with smile, she looked at the certain duo.

"As for the braincell duo, I give you Cauldron Egg Nog for Deuce and Cherry Pie Frappuccino with pie crust lid for Ace."

She pulled out a Cauldron mug with light blue colored Egg Nog with spade shaped cookie with coated with blue sugar placed it on where he seat. As for Ace, she pulled the red Frappuccino with pie crust lid on top and place it on where he seat.

"Now for Cater-kun, I gave you a Virgin Spicy Mango Margarita. Not gonna lie, funny for the 'virgin' part."

She pulled out a margarita glass with spicy mango slushy with diamond shaped live on the side and placed it on where he seat.

"Lastly, for Trey. I gave you Clover tea with crystalized violets."

She said as she pulled out a tea cup with green tea and jar of crystalized violets. And put it on where he seat.

"Now, let's the unbirthday party started?"

(All of these gifts are actually made by Ami Yoshiko.)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒖𝒍.𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒔♕

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The Twisted series: Twisted Lies #4

Author: Ana Huang

Genre: Romance, New Adult

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐/5.

Spice: 🌶🌶

Goodreads rating: 4.2/5

Pages: ‎560

Published: 30 June 2022

Twisted Lies Review

Note: This book is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to explicit content (steamy chapters).

Ana Huang is back, and she's twisting our emotions yet again! ‘Twisted Lies’, contrary to its name, unfolds a narrative with genuine emotional gravity. And yes, it’s also peppered with some sizzling spicy scenes. Let’s just say, if you need to know when things start to really heat up, flip to chapter 19.

This lengthy book, boasting 56 chapters, is the longest of the "Twisted" series. And in these chapters, we dive into the dual perspectives of Stella and Christian, a combination so fiery and contrasting that I’m surprised the pages didn’t combust. Stella's a social media influencer and a certified introvert. You know, the type that would choose a cozy night with Netflix over a bustling party? And then there’s Christian, the building's enigmatic billionaire owner, who might just have a marshmallow core beneath that brooding exterior.

Stella and Christian's relationship takes us through an emotional conga line – it’s fun, a bit chaotic, and occasionally someone’s stepping on someone else’s toes. With tropes like billionaire romance, forced proximity, neighbor romance, and the always-fun fake dating, it feels like Huang threw all our favorite romance elements into a shaker, poured it into a chalice, and served us a delightful margarita.

However, a fair word of warning: while this cocktail is mostly sweet and fizzy, it also has some heavy undertones. Huang doesn't shy away from real, gritty elements. We're talking stalking, graphic violence, kidnapping, and several poignant themes like Alzheimer’s and the death of a parent. This ain’t your grandma’s romance… unless she's into intense billionaire dramas. If so, go Grandma!

Perhaps the quote that stuck with me the most was, “You will always be my first, last and only love.” It’s sentences like these that make you go, "Ana, who gave you the right to tug at my heartstrings this way?"

The juxtaposition of Stella's quiet intensity and Christian’s seemingly brash exterior converges into a love story that leaves an indelible mark on the reader's heart. For every time Christian seemed like he might explode into a supernova of rage, there's a moment of vulnerability that makes you think, "Ah, billionaires. They're just like us. Kinda."

To wrap this up (before I begin gushing uncontrollably), 'Twisted Lies' is a masterclass in how to craft a layered romance. Slow burn? Check. Intense chemistry? Double-check. A plot that has you clutching your chest in emotional turmoil? Triple check.

So if you’re in the mood for a bumpy road of feels, complicated characters, and a narrative that goes between intensely tender and electrifyingly spicy, 'Twisted Lies' should be on your reading list. It’s the kind of book you dive into on a lazy weekend – and emerge on Monday, slightly dazed and wholly satisfied.

And as we bid farewell to the 'Twisted' series, I echo the sentiment: Ana Huang, whatever you're writing next, my heart and my cup of tea are ready!

Please note that this book is part of a series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Wait a minute boys and girls, check out these trigger warnings first:

Alzheimer’s

Anxiety

Death/graphic violence

Death of a parent

Emotionally abusive parents

Kidnapping

Mention of suicide

Stalking/cyberstalking

Romance Tropes, you ask ?

Billionaire

Fake Dating

Forced Proximity

Morality Chain

Neighbors

Roommates

Who do we meet in this book ?

Stella

Christian

What to read next:

Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey

The Cheat Sheet by Sarah Adams

Taken by a Sinner by Michelle Heard

#bookworm #book review #books #books and literature #romance books #twisted series #twisted lies #stella and christian #stella alonso #christian harper #review #booktok #book tumblr #bookstagram

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Hi guys this is the second part of " A trip with a lot of surprises" in the enemies to lovers universe of Julieta and Agustin. Let's see how it goes.

Señorita: Miss

Corazón: sweet heart

Conejita: little Bunny

I will update tomorrow too✌️

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Leaving the box with arepas on the first row of seats, Agustin noticed both Bruno and Felix were seated in the musicians' spot, it was the last row basically. Most likely the twins, Carlos and Tony have convinced them to join them. Those two always carried their instruments everywhere they went. An old but sturdy guitar, a drum that has seen better days and a 2 sets of maracas.

Before he could continue paying attention to how his companions had settled in.

Agustin got off the chiva to go further back and help Julieta get on. This bus was very high and had no aisles to walk through, but you had options if you wanted to change your seat.The first one was getting off and then climb again wherever you wanted, the second one, was jumping over the stalls, and your last and wildest one was hanging from the structure like a monkey.

Also, you had to be careful with the sides, there were no doors but chains that could be removed or put on, that was its only security. He had never understood how they were used especially to celebrate parties, he couldn't even imagine getting on one of these while drunk.

"Allow me please, it wouldn't look good if la señorita Madrigal were to fall and hurt her cute butt." the bespectacled boy whispered to the brunette as he climbed up again and offered her his hand. When she walked past him, he slowly let go of her hand. It almost seemed to hurt them."

"Thank you," Julieta replied, giving him a mischievous smile and sliding into her seat between Pepa and Johana.

"Move shepherd, you're blocking my view of the little lambs," Manuel snapped. "Dumbass meat isn't transparent."

A couple of sheeps accidents and that's your name for the rest of you life.

Only when Manuel saw the disapproving faces of the Madrigal sisters, he snorted and stopped bothering Agustin, giving him one last push. Manuel went on his way and got into the row behind the driver, next to the arepas, as Wilmer, Juaquin and another 2 guys followed him.

Rolling his eyes, Agustin swung to sit next to Bruno, taking the seat nearest to the edge. The seer grinned at him sheepishly as he gave him a maraca.

"All right everybody, Father Juan is already waiting for you up on the mountain. Besides you, we'll pick up some people along the way, that's right guys, 3 years ago we made a road," laughed the driver. "That makes things easier for everyone."

Seeing how the kids organized themselves, the driver pointed out quickly, "Girls it would be a good idea if you put the little ones between you to avoid accidents." Susana obeyed and sat Rogelio, Margarita and Maria between her and Daniela, she then turned her head and asked johana for a blanket to tuck the little ones in, it was 8:00 a.m. but still, it was cold.

"Alright let's go," shouted Mr. Perez. Screams of Excitement were his answer. "Tony, play something spicy man."

With that the journey began.

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Bruno was excited, he didn't think he would feel good when they arrived at the middle of the town, but when he saw his friends, he began to feel better.

Besides his sisters, Felix and Agustin made Bruno feel at home, he owes them a lot. Especially Agustin, Bruno almost made his sisters murder him a couple of months ago, the seer let out a chuckle at the memory of what had happened.

A cute squeak brought him out of his thoughts. If anyone thought he wouldn't bring one of his rats they would have been dead wrong, Bruno thought as he pulled a small rat out of his pocket.

Fergus loved to go on adventures and then tell him, through his incredible acting, what he had seen during the day, he was a very talented actor, so as a director, Bruno had to nurture the experiences of his actors.

Of course, sometimes it was a little difficult to know what his furry friend was trying to tell him, like the other day for example...

A strong cough to his left, made him look worriedly at his friend. "Wow Gus, everything ok?" Bruno asked as he gently tapped him on the back.

"cof, cof... Cof, sure. It's nothing," Agustin assured him while looking at the rat in his friend's hands.

"New member?" Agustin smiled tensely.

"Yes, his name is Fergus, he's one of the best of his generation," Bruno said proudly.

Agustin nodded slowly, encouraging Bruno to star talking non-stop about all the stories they hadn't done yet. The bespectacled guy changed his attencion when he felt a pair eyes on him, subtly turning his head a little, his eyes met Julieta's.

"The rat!" he said, moving his lips without making a sound. Realizing the brunette didn't understand, He frantically started to point with his eyes at Bruno's lap.

Oh boy, the brown and white rat from the alley!

When the little guy noticed his observers, he gave them an innocent but dangerous look, it remembered them.

Shit!

If her eyes could have popped out of their sockets, they would have done it by now. Julieta couldn't believe it, what is that little animal doing here, Bruno!?

Okay calm down and act normal, Julieta! she yelled to herself in her head.

"Julieta!" One of the girls in the front called out to her, making the brunette jump.

"What?" Julieta said quickly, but upon looking at the surprised faces of her friends, she cleared her throat and answered more calmly.

"I mean, Yes?"

"Sorry july, but could you please tell the driver if we can stop for a moment, we've been driving for 2 hours and I need to go to the bathroom, I saw about 30 minutes ago, there is a store nearby, I'm embarrassed to ask."

The girl was kind, Julieta had no problems with her, but she was madly in love with Manuel, ugh! and she was Vanessa's best friend, so they were not very close. Although she would help her this time because that girl just saved her from a breakdown.

"Sure," Julieta answered with a condescending smile.

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Once in the store, their companions began to look around to see if there was anything they wanted to eat, especially the children.

Julieta, for her part, stood one the side, next to the bathrooms trying to look for Agustin with her eyes, while Johana and Pepa went to ask the twins for more famous songs and of course, a few kisses from Felix.

"That was scary, wasn't it? said a voice from behind her, making her jump.

"Agustín!" Julieta mumbled, with her hand on her chest.

"Sorry, Conejita. I didn't mean to scare you." her tormentor replied affectionately.

Julieta could only roll her eyes, it was impossible not to melt at how tender Agustin could be.

"Do you think Bruno's pet, said something to him?"

"I didn't know Bruno besides seeing the future talked to animals," Agustin chuckled.

"You never know, what if someday one of our children could do something like that, it will be our end." Julieta said with exasperation not looking at him.

"Ohhh." Agustin purred.

"What?" replied the brunette with annoyance.

"One of our children you say? Who knew my Conejita would want to have not just one but several children with little old me, my god" Agustin sang.

Blushing beyond belief, julieta stammered. "D-don't be silly, I-I never said that! Besides, they couldn't o-only be ou-, mine. Pepa could have children with Felix or Bruno could.... Well Bruno, I don't know about Bruno, b-but I-."

"No, no easy love. I promise you 1000 children if that's what you want, I'll sacrifice myself." Agustin quipped, as he moved closer to Julieta from behind, putting his chin on her shoulder and hugging her closer, away from curious eyes.

"Don't b-be," Julieta's scolding was interrupted by a nibble on her ear. "W-who says I want children with y-you?" the brunette mewled again as Agustin flushed them together.

"Your mouth says no, but the rest of your body says yes, so I'll have to convince that little mouth of yours."

Agustin growled and put an arm around Julieta's mid riff as his other hand sprawled across the Lenght of her body to Raise up her dress enough to get to her slick sex.

The brunette sobbed quietly as she pressed her back into his chest while Dropping her head on his shoulder. "G-gus someone might see us," julieta said feebly.

"Should I stop then?" Agustin grunted.

"I'll kill you if you even think of stopping, this is my prize, you idiot." Julieta rasped as she put one of her hands behind her torturer head pulling at his hair while the other one, rested on top of the hand that was driven her crazy at the moment.

It was mortifying.

And that just made it better.

If someone had asked Julieta Madrigal before if she would had ever let a guy ever approach her and do these kinds of things to her before marriage, she would have said, "Never, that would never happen, I would look for a man incapable of thinking about those things, someone serious and courteous like me, leave those things to Pepa".

Agustin was serious and courteous, but he was also a wolf in sheep's clothing, ready to make anyone who was careless lose their minds, she was lucky to be his prey. No matter how much she denied it.

The good thing was she was his drug too and that thought made her so goddamn happy.

Agustin would agree with her, no women on earth would drive him nuts like the woman on his arms right now, she was pure magic, she was heaven and hell all at once and at this moment, she was been a brat.

"I-i, Gus please, i'm c-close." Julieta sobbed while bitting her lips.

"I don't know, my supposedly good girl was insulting me 2 seconds ago, besides, she said she didn't want to have children with me, that hurt me, Love," Agustin started to slowly remove his hand.

"No, no, no, no, no sorry, sorry, sorry, I'll be good." Julieta pleaded while scratching his hand.

"You'll be good and not a spoiled brat? Agustin hissed as he Grabbed one of her breasts squeezing it, while his other hand pinched her clit.

the brunette's eyes rolled back in her head, she was torn between crying and cumming.

"yes, yes, yes, just please..." Julieta cried, arching her back.

"How many children do you want then, Conejita? I'll give you as many as you want." Agustin taunted her as he bit her neck.

"Come on, love, answer daddy." Agustin ordered as he pick up the pace.

That did it.

"Three, three, three! Sss oh fuc-." Julieta bucked againts his hand uncontrollably until she had no strength left, if it wasn't for her companion who was holding her with care, she would be on the floor.

"Good girl." the bespectacle gentleman kissed her sweetly on her cheek. "let's rest for a moment, Corazón."

#agustin madrigal #encanto #julieta madrigal #the madrigals #fan fics

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Cinneam Writing Prompt #2

Writing Prompt: Cinna 'sneaking' into Dream's house to cook him dinner before Dream got home so he can propose. He cooks Dream's favourite meal and wait for him to get home. He waits and waits, but as the hours go by he falls asleep on Dream's couch. Dream gets home and sees Cinna asleep on his couch and the table full of food. He shakes Cinna awake and Cinna automatically pulls out his ring and purposes to Dream. (Human!Au)

Extra: Dream isn't the guardian of positivity and works at a animal shelter instead :)

Requested by: No one

Cinna smiled lightly as he walked to Dream's while he was working, her fingers lightly brushing against the ring box in their overalls pocket holding the engagement ring he brought to propose to Dream. He smiled as she stopped infront of Dream's house, grabbing their keys from his overalls pocket and filtering through her keys before finding the spare key to Dream's house Dream gave them for their 5th year anniversary since they started dating.

He unlocked the door and opened it before walking inside, shutting and locking the door behind her once inside. They grinned as he walked into the kitchen and immediately started making Dream's favourite meal; spicy chicken empanadas and orange and lime margaritas.

After an hour Cinna finished making the food. She smiled at the results before placing the food on the neatly decorated table. They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for Dream to get back from work. He yawned lightly, her eyes drooping slightly as they promptly laid down and fell asleep on the couch.

A few hours later, Dream arrived feeling slightly tired from working. He walked to his house, got his house keys and unlocked the door before walking inside. He blinked lightly when he noticed the decorated table with food. He looked over at the couch and smiled softly at the sight of Cinna asleep on the couch.

Dream walked over to Cinna and lightly nudged his shoulders, causing Cinna to grumble lightly as she opened her eyesockets and sat up, rubbing them. Once Cinna noticed Dream, his eyes widened slightly as she fumbled to get the ring box from their overalls pocket. Once he got the ring box from it she quickly got on one knee and opened up the ring box, causing Dream's own eyes to widen slightly as he lightly gasped at the silver ring with the most beautiful blue topaz gemstone he'd seen embedded on the ring in the shape of a half of a heart.

Cinna went to speak before Dream's light giggles cut them off, causing him to blink lightly before lowering her head slightly, seeing Dream's giggle as a no "oh...yo-" they began as he looked up, cutting herself off when they noticed a different open ring box in Dream's hands as Dream went down on one knee himself. He stared with wide eyes at the matching ring in the box the only difference was the gemstone, this one had a tourmaline gemstone replacing the blue topaz gemstone Cinna had on hers.

Cinna and Dream stayed silent until the both of them began laughing hysterically. Once they were calm, Cinna and Dream stood up with bright smiles on their faces. Cinna wiped a loose tear from the corner of their eyes "looks like I won't have to ask as I know the answer was gonna be a yes" Cinna said lightly.

Dream laughed lightly before hugging Cinna and lovingly kissing him before pulling away. Cinna grabbed one of Dream's hands as he used her magic to hold the ring. Their magic gently placed the ring in Cinna's other hand that was no longer holding the ring box. Cinna gently held the ring.

"Even though I know what the answer would be. I just want to ask anyway. Dream, would you marry me and be with me for the rest of our lives?" Cinna asked lightly making Dream smile softly and nod "Yes, I would" he said. Cinna smiled more as he put the ring on Dream's ring finger, fitting his finger neatly. Dream smiled more before putting the other ring on Cinna's ring finger.

Cinna and Dream lovingly kissed before pulling away and nuzzled each other's noses. Cinna smiled softly "I love you, Dreamy" he said softly "I love you too, Cinny" Dream replied before Cinna gently pulling Dream over to the food "now lets eat this food before it gets cold" "Cinny...you know monster food never gets cold you always cook your food with monster magic" Dream playfully teased as he snickered lightly, making Cinna laugh loudly "I know!" She said happily.

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Cinna belongs to me

Dream belongs to Jokublog

#undertale au #cinneam #cinna sans #cinna!sans #dream sans #dreamtale #au sans #writing prompt #prompts #utmv #I made cinna and dream so cute together and just ugh my heart

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lunareclipsa1026 · 2 years

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🍸Heartslabyul Tries Drinks Inspired By Them🍹

After watching this video, it gave me the idea to write a small plot featuring these amazing inspired drinks that’s based on them.

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Seriously, these look good to taste!

(This is my first time doing soemthing like this so bear with me on this & I hope this is okay)

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I'm not sure how to start this, but let's say, Yuu decided to make drinks for their friends from Heartslabyul.

🌹Riddle's Rose Tea w/ Strawberry Heart Tarts🌹

Yuu was invites to come to the Unbirthday Party tomorrow, and thought it would be the best time to gift Riddle something.

They decides just to make the tea from scratch & not buy store bought tea.

They found a rose glass mug which looks like something Riddle would use in Sam's shop while looking ingredients, and just buy it.

Since Riddle likes strawberry tarts the best, Yuu makes a basket filled with the tarts.

Yuu added an edible gold crown on the tarts cause they find it more fitting for Riddle.

They arrived at the Unbirthday party and they gave the rose tea & strawberry tarts to Riddle.

Riddle wasn't expecting Yuu bringing tea & a basket of hiw favorite type of tarts that they made, but he appreciates Yuu making these for him.

Riddle likes the tea Yuu made, and the tarts are quite delicious to him.

Riddle would definitely ask Yuu to make rose tea again when he comes visit them.

Also he kept the mug Yuu gave them lol (I would too, it's a very pretty mug)

♠️Deuce's Cauldron Eggnog ♠️

At that same day, Yuu decided to make drinks for Ace & Deuce on the same day.

For Deuce, Yuu decided to make eggnog, since Deauce's favorite food is egg.

Found a cauldron shaped mug and just had to buy it.

Made some small blue spade shaped cookies for decoration on the cream.

Ace & Deuce arrived at Ramshackle at the same time Yuu finished making their drinks.

They were surprised when Yuu told them that they made drinks for them.

Deuce was surprised, but it would be rude to decline trying a drink that his best friend made for him.

Deuce loves the Eggnog Yuu made for him

Might ask Yuu to make him more or teach him how to make more of this eggnog that represents him.

♥️Ace's Cherry Pie Frappuccino♥️

Knowing that Ace's favorite food is cherry pie, Yuu made a drink that was exclusive from their home world at their country, the American Cherry Pie Frappuccino (okay I agree with Ami, if it's american, why is it exclusive only at Japan? Shouldn't it be named Japan Cherry Pie Frappuccino?)

Like Deuce, Yuu made Ace's drink on the same day they made for Deuce.

Yuu addes some heart shape sprinkles that's like the heart on Ace's face.

Ace & Deuce arrived at Ramshackle at the same time Yuu finished making their drinks.

They were surprised that Yuu made drinks for them.

Ace never tried a frappuccino before but Yuu offer it to him and it's cherries with a pie crust lid, so who is he to refuse to his best friend.

Just one sip of the drinks and he likes it. He even dips the pie crust lid in the drink and eats it with the cherry drink. It was good

Would definitely bug Yuu to make more of this drink if he wants to drink, which Yuu doesn't mind.

♦️Cater's Spicy Mango Margarita♦️

Knowing Cater doesn't like sweet thing, Yuu searched for a drink that isn't sweet.

Yuu remebered a drink called Spicy Mango Margarita. Since they know Cater likes spicy food, they went for the spicy drink.

They made another one in a pourer just in case Cater wants some more.

Had made a diamons shape in the drink to make it more themed.

Cater was surprised that Yuu made a drink for him.

When Yuu gifted the drink to Cater, the first thing he did was to take a pic of it, of course.

Cater likes the drink. He appreciates Yuu for making a drink to his liking.

He would tottally ask Yuu for a seconds.

♣️Trey's Melon Tea With Crystalized Violets♣️

Trey's favorite food is Crytalized Violets, & Yuu thought for a while of what kind of beverage to give to Trey.

Yuu was thinking of making clover tea, however they couldn't find a single clover grown in the forest or even the the bontical garden.

After a lot of thinking, they decided to make some Melon Tea with the crystalized violets.

It was after school when Yuu found Trey in the kitchen baking some sweets, seeing him their was a good oppurtunity to give him the tea.

Trey was taken aback when Yuu gifted him the tea, he thank them and had a sip.

He likes it, and the crystalized violets makes him to like the tea more.

Trey offer Yuu a cupcake as a "thank you gift" for the tea, Yuu just accepts it and proceeds to eat the cupcake.

He might ask Yuu to make more of the tea if he wants some more of the melon tea.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade #ace trappola #cater diamond #trey clover #mc/yuu

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Boys in Blue || Pt. 14

Pairings: cop!Stucky x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy yumminess, a hint of spicy at the end

Word Count: 2500+

Summary: (Cop AU) There was just one crappy thing after enough that happened to her. It possibly couldn’t get any worse, or so she thought until she saw the dreaded flashes of red and blue behind her. Could things get any worse?

A/N: Huzzaah! I have the next chapter finissheeedddd!!! yesssss. I hope you all enjoy this part, it’s been a long time coming and a doozy👀👀! If you are new here, which I’m sure some of you are, you can check out the first chapter through the link below. Let me know what you think! Enjooy! ♥

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 - Fin | Series Masterlist

“Hey, baby. Have you seen my rings? Like… Any of them?”

Bucky looked up from where he was reading a book on the couch towards the bedroom, his heart stuttering at the innocent question. That didn’t take long for her to notice. He cleared his throat, tamping down the nerves before he called back.

“Are they not in the chocolate frog thing you got from Universal?” There was a beat of silence before he heard the sound of ceramic being lifted followed by an annoyed grumble.

“No, they’re not there either. What the hell?” Y/N muttered irritated, setting the lid back on the dish. “They can’t just grow legs and walk off. I swore I had them the other night.”

Bucky stuck a bookmark to save his place and set the book on the coffee table as he stood. He wandered into the bedroom and leaned against the door frame, watching Y/N practically tear apart their shared room in hopes to find her rings. His fingers clenched his forearm, a frown on his face while he tried to think of something – anything, to get pull her attention away from the search.

“Didn’t you say you took them off at the office? Something about the weather causing your fingers to swell?” Not a total lie, she did do that Monday and forgot them at the office then. Steve grumbled about it for an hour when she came home without them. “Maybe you did that again and just forgot.”

Y/N scowled at the dresser where her jewelry box was, the contents spread out on top, every drawer and compartment open wide.

“Maybe.” She mumbled hesitantly, brows furrowing in concentration. “I could have sworn I took them off and set them on the counter next to the shower last night though.”

She stood in the middle of the room, absolutely confused and bewildered while she scratched her head. Son of a bitch! Letting out an irritated sigh, Y/N threw her hands up.

“Whatever. I’ll find them eventually. I’m already late as it is.” She huffed and grabbed her purse off the bed. She cast a glance over the mess she made, grimacing. Bucky chuckled and waved her concern off.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean this up, you go enjoy your night with Maddie.” He gently pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Y/N melted in the hug, eyes fluttering shut with a content sigh as the comfort of being safe in his arm swept over her.

“You sure? You can just shove everything to the side, and I’ll clean it later.”

“Nah, it’s alright. ‘Sides, I can look around for them too. Sometimes you need a second pair of eyes to help.” He gave her a squeeze and ushered her to the front door. “Call me when you leave later and let me know if Steve or I need to pick either of you up.”

“Sounds good.” Y/N bent down to slip on her shoes by the door, holding on to Bucky’s arm to balance while she slipped them on. “You two gonna have tonight? It’s the first night in a while where it’s just been you two since I’ve moved in.”

“Oh yeah,” Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes. “It’s gonna be a blast. I already have a plan to clean up your mess and then binging MasterChef with a margarita. Steve will probably have one sip of his beer and pass out on the couch. I’ll bet my left kidney on it.”

Y/N laughed at the sarcastic pout in his tone, leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek. Her giddy giggle sent Bucky’s heart a flutter, affection, and contentment hammering joyfully in his chest. He hummed pleasantly and squeezed her tight, peppering every inch of skin on her face with kisses up her cheek and forehead.

“I’m so upset I’m missing such a riveting night. I should just cancel my plans and join you both in my jammies.” She teased. Her reward was a scoff and a firm slap on her ass, Bucky nudging her out the door.

“Oh shut up, you’re not fooling anyone. Have fun and stay safe. Love you.”

“Love you too, Buck.” Y/N giggled, waving over her shoulder as she stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind.

A sigh of relief escaped Bucky the second the door shut behind her, the nervous jitters causing his hands to shake. He loved her, he really did, but she was making this really difficult. Just because he was a cop and was technically trained to handle high-stress situations, didn’t mean he knew what to do when the situation was staring at the pretty lady whose legs his head routinely went between. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he shot a message to Steve and shuffled into their shared bedroom.

(Bucky): Hey, when are you getting those rings back from Maddie? Y/N noticed them missing.

He shoved the phone back in his pocket and went about picking up the thrown clothes and thrown items in her valiant hunt to find the rings in question. Y/N sure is determined, Bucky thought amusingly. His phone vibrated shortly after he cleaned off the bed, brand new sheets having been put on too. He might as well since he was there.

(Baby-cakes💞): Just got them back. Maddie says, ‘hi’ and ‘don’t fuck it up.’

(Bucky): She’s such a charmer.

(Baby-cakes💞): Isn’t she? I’m on my way home. Want me to grab something?

(Bucky): Yup grab whatever, I’m not picky tonight.

(Baby-cakes💞): Kay. See you soon. Love you.

(Bucky): 😘😘

Now a different type of nerves bubbled up in his stomach. Things were quickly coming together, all they had left to do now was to pick the one they both would think Y/N would like. Both he and Steve had already discussed things in length, including the worry about how she would handle this. Would she even accept? How would this work? Is it too soon?

Something like this would make or break their relationship. Which honestly, scared Bucky shitless. He couldn’t see his life without either of his loves and he knew Steve was in the exact same boat. Even though he had overheard Y/N and Maddie’s conversation six weeks back at the party, Bucky still had his doubts. At least, he had some doubts.

Fortunately, Maddie did what she did best the second she caught wind of their plans, which was to tell them they were both morons and Y/N loved them both as much as they loved her. She more or less decided to take over everything for them both, all while alleviating their anxiety about what might happen if things went sideways. It wouldn’t though, she’d tell them. Bucky knew that. Steve knew it. That still didn’t mean it wasn’t any less scary.

Shoving aside the worry thirty minutes later, Bucky left the bathroom as is when he heard the front door open twenty minutes later. Steve was already in the kitchen unloading the burgers and fries onto plates. He glanced over his shoulder when Bucky appeared, grinning wide, and opened one of his arms for Bucky to eagerly slide up against his side. Steve pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and squeezed Bucky’s hip.

“Hey, cutie.” Bucky greeted, hugging him back tight. “We almost got caught.”

“Hm.” Steve huffed, not in the least bit surprised. Their girl was observant as hell. “I told you we didn’t need all of them.”

“I didn’t know which one she wore on what. I could have grabbed her pinky one and then we’d both be shit out of luck. Then what?” Bucky defended himself, stepping away to get started on their drinks. Well, more his drink and popping the top off of Steve’s beer bottle. “Maddie figured it out though right?”

“Yep, she took it to the store and had the right one sized for us. She also gave us a list of acceptable and unacceptable ideas earlier.” Steve dug into his pocket and pulled out the zip-lock baggie with the assortment of rings Y/N would sometimes wear. “I left it back at the station, just in case.”

Bucky nodded absently, pouring his strawberry margarita in a glass. He had just set the glass on the table when an idea popped into his head. It’s foolproof. Snagging the bag off the counter where Steve left it, he went back into the still messy bathroom. Fortunately, their bathroom layout meant this plan of his was perfectly plausible.

He knew exactly where she left them last night, he swiped them earlier right where she thought she had before taking them off for her shower. On the floor directly beside the counter was the trashcan, a little over halfway full and needing to be tossed out. Once again, a perfect setup for his plan. Popping the ziplock bag open, he turned it upside down above the trash can and let the handful of rings fall right in the can.

He heard a few clunks to the bottom, only one or two staying up on the top, but neither were very flashy, easy to miss if you were in a hurry and frantic. All he had to do was push the trash back to get to the rest at the bottom as if he found them during his clean-up. Bucky shoved the empty bag in his pocket after he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, smirking as he sent it in a text.

(Bucky): You would make a shit detective♥

Steve wandered in as he sent the text, curious about whatever it was Bucky was doing. He peeked at the message and picture, snorting at his boyfriend before he decided he didn’t need to be a part of this.

“Whenever you’re done, I found some apartments I want you to look at too. Y/N’s already seen them and picked a few she likes. We’re just waiting on your approval, and we can book a viewing.” He called over his shoulder and went back into the kitchen.

“Kay!” Bucky dug the rings out and went to put them in a safe place for her to find later. No sooner did he put them in the ceramic container did Y/N respond.

(Angel Face😇💘): Kiss my ass, punk.

(Bucky): You’d make a terrific psychic though. Cause that’s the plan tonight!

(Angel Face😇💘): ugh 🙄

(Angel Face😇💘): Thanks for finding them for me.

(Bucky): ofc bby. I put them in your choco frog thingy. Have fun!

Bucky let out a giggle and headed back to the kitchen, a pep in his steps. Steve had his laptop on the kitchen table, several tabs open with the apartments in question. Bucky scooched his chair closer and propped his chin on Steve’s shoulder, shoving a fry from his plate into his mouth while Steve flipped through the pages.

“Y/N likes this one because of the garden tub and the size of the bedroom. She also loves the giant windows in the living room that overlook the creek behind the apartment. The only downside is it’s an extra twenty minutes from both our jobs. This is the one I like with the open concept kitchen, giant living room, and three extra closets. Y/N’s kind of sold on the tile work in the bathroom but doesn’t want it if it’s a ground floor, which I think this one in particular is.” Steve flicked through the images, Bucky watching and nodding as he went. “We also talked about getting a second bedroom, so that when Y/N gets to work from home she has a place to go.”

“Why not get a third bedroom? It’s not like we couldn’t afford it.” Bucky sat back to take a bite from his burger. Steve shrugged, opening a new tab to add more to the search.

“We could do that. I know my mom has been dying to come see us but hasn’t been able to find a hotel whose prices aren’t astronomical.”

“Speaking of, have you had a chance to talk with Y/N’s dad yet?” Bucky stood to get the ketchup from the fridge. Steve nodded, his eyes flicking up immediately eyeing the way Bucky’s back stretched underneath his shirt as he bent down to grab the ketchup. Steve cleared his throat at the heated look Bucky sent his way, pink blazing on his cheeks in response to the knowing smirk.

“Y-yeah.” He stammered, shifting in his seat. “He wants to talk with us both in person sometime. He hopes before we pop the question.”

“Hmm. Guess we need to set up a time and date then.” Bucky slid back into his seat, shit-eating grin still in place. He loved that even after six and a half years together, Steve still could act like an innocent blushing virgin. It was cute and he loved being able to exploit that out of him.

“I’ll see when our next few days are off and then shoot him a message. I really want to talk with him before we do anything else.”

Bucky agreed. Neither he nor Steve was old fashion- clearly given their current relationship status- and they didn’t need to ask her father for her hand, but it didn’t mean they didn’t respect him enough to let him know. And if the last lunch they had with her family was a clue on how either of her parents would handle the news, Bucky had a feeling both of them would quite literally be showering the couple with happy wishes and good fortune.

Steve let out a sigh propping his chin up while he flipped through more apartments.

“I’ll find a few more apartments with the three-bedroom and add them to the list. Did you see any you like so I can keep those in mind?”

“The tub,” Bucky replied quickly. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Of course you want the tub.”

“What? You know how amazing those baths are Y/N makes for us.” Bucky tutted, unashamed that he was now a bath addict. “Imagine if we had a bigger one. One that could possibly fit all three of us. Just think about it, Steve.”

Steve froze, eyes never leaving the screen while Bucky leaned forward.

“You, me, and Y/N. In a nice steamy, bubbly bath our girl made just for us. There’d be nothing between us too, no awkward angles or sore backs and knees. Just think, you could have me or Y/N laying between your legs, our skin hot and slick from the water.” Bucky’s lip brushed hotly against Steve’s ear, feeding even more heated scenarios to Steve.

There was a beat of silence, the tension growing thick between them. Then Bucky heard Steve rapidly tapping away at the keyboard without a word. Bucky glanced at the screen, a wicked smirk curling on his lips. Steve had marked garden tub in the search. He didn’t have time to savor in his victory though. Steve shoved his chair back, startling Bucky.

“Bed. Now.” Steve ordered with a growl, his jaw tense. Bucky sucked in sharply before the smirk grew wider. He scrambled to stand, the food long forgotten as he rushed to the bedroom. This wasn’t at all how he pictured his evening to go, but who was he to disobey his former sergeants’ orders.

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chrisevansjellybeans · 3 years

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Happier|Part Two

A/N: Here it is! Thank you to everyone who has read part 1 and has sent back such kind feedback. It really means a lot!

Part 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, angsty as hell

Just open the fucking door.

You hesitated as your right hand hovered over the familiar front door. Over the last five years you’ve always just walked in. This home was like your home. But now, he wasn’t just his.

“Just walk in. It’s not rocket science.” You muttered to yourself. Sighing you tapped your fist against the wood.

Your body relaxed a smile fell on your face as you heard Dodger’s familiar bark ring through the house as he approached the door.

“Alright, bubba. Relax.” The butterflies flurried in your stomach as Chris’s voice carried past the door. You gave a small smile as the door flung open to reveal a shirtless Chris. “Why did you knock, you meatball.”

You just shrugged and quickly gave him a hug.

“What are your plans for tonight?” You asked as you both made your way to the kitchen, his arm slung loosely over your shoulder.

“I was supposed to go watch the game with Scott but he wasn’t feeling too hot, so I’m actually just going to stay in. But don’t worry, I won’t get in the way of your girls night.” He laughed, ruffling your hair as you turned the corner and caught view of Carissa.

“Yeah no boys allowed. Right, Y/N?” Carissa dried off her hands and rushed over to you, pulling you into a full body hug. You bit back the frustration when you realized that she was wearing the shirt that you always wore whenever you would spend the night at Chris’s, the familiar fabric like sandpaper under your fingertips now as you gently hugged her back.

“Yeah. No boys.” You said meekly as you took another good look at her. The shirt looked way better on her than it ever did on you. It fell just below her hips, the way it did on you but she somehow made it look so stylish. She just had on a pair of workout leggings underneath and fluffy socks. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and you noticed how she managed to not look like a founding father with her hair pulled back.

Subconsciously you twisted the bottom of your oversized college crewneck in your fingers. You were practically wearing the same thing as her but you felt like a middle school girl in gym class while she just screamed model off duty.

Add that to the reasons he noticed her and not me.

You needed to stop comparing yourself to her. But it was hard when the stark contrasts were so evident.

“So,” Carissa clapped her hands together. “Chris told me about your love for tequila so I made some of my famous spicy margaritas! And I just put on some popcorn and I may have gone a little overboard at Ulta today.”

You followed her gaze and it landed on an array of face masks and nail polish.

“Sounds like my que to leave. Have fun, ladies.” Chris pecked you on the cheek before pulling Carissa into a passionate kiss. You turned away, your face reddening.

“Thanks, baby.” You heard Carissa sigh. You heard the sound of them kissing again and you looked for any welcome distraction.

As if he could feel your pain, a wet nose booped your hand and you smiled down at your favorite little pup.

“Hi buddy.” You bent down and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I’ve missed you so much. Yes I have.” You ruffled his fur and smiled a genuine smile as he started licking your face.

“Oh boy, Bubba found his girlfriend.” Chris laughed as he bent down next to you. “I think he missed you more than I did when we were in Canada. Every time we would FaceTime his ears would perk up.”

“That’s cause he’s my best bud.” You kept talking to Dodger.

“Ouch.” Chris gently pushed you. You winked in his direction and for a moment everything felt normal. Chris’s eyes sparkled as if he was appreciating the normalcy too.

“Chris, please.” You were snapped out of it when Carissa let out a playful whine.

Chris blinked and then slapped his hands on his knees and stood up. “Alright, baby. I’m gone.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“He did not!” Carissa burst out laughing as you finished telling the story of when Chris singlehandedly knocked down an entire aisle in CVS.

“I’ve never seen him turn so red in my life. I think he went back to that CVS every day for the next year to apologize. And of course he stayed afterwards to help clean up.” You wiped your eyes, tears falling from laughter.

“Sounds just like him.”

You took another sip of your margarita. You were surprised at how much fun you were actually having. You guys had just finished your second sheet mask of the night and were currently working on demolishing the stuffed crust pizza you ordered. Manis and Pedis to follow.

“Have I walked in on an evil plan being hatched?” You both turned as Chris emerged from the basement, Dodger in tow. Thankfully he had put a shirt on because his tattoos always did something to you.

“Had to share the CVS Incident of ‘17.” You replied as Carissa hid her face as she giggled again.

“Oh god,” Chris groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead. “Please. Let that story die.” You watched as he positioned himself behind Carissa, caging her in with his arms. You always knew Chris was an affectionate person. If it was a year ago, you would have been the one trapped between him. He had a lot of love to give and wasn’t afraid to show it. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before his blue eyes met yours.

You knew that he was silently asking you if you were having a good time. You could see the sense of hope that was behind the question.

“You came up just in time for a manicure.” Carissa turned around on the stool and smiled up at her boyfriend. “I’m thinking hot pink would look amazing on you.”

“I don’t know, I think he’s more of an aquamarine kind of guy.” You lifted up the shade of blue that was in front of you. “Compliments his eyes.”

“Ooh, you are so right, Y/N/N.”

“Wow, would you look at that? Looks like the game is back on.” Chris jokingly started moving away from Carissa.

“Oh come on, baby. One hand.” Carissa pulled at his hand, her lips coming out in a pout.

Chris gave her a look of fake annoyance but you could see the smile forming on his lips before he let out a dramatic sigh.

“One hand.”

“Yay!”

You watched as Chris sat down and Carissa got to work painting his nails.

“Okay, Y/N. Tell me about the men in your life.” Carissa looked away from Chris’s hand and turned to you.

“Well, I guess you’ve already met them. Chris, Scott and Dodger are it.” You shrugged, half kidding and half not. Chris gave you a look of what you could only call pity and you chose to ignore him. You could feel your face become hot at your lack of a love life.

“Oh that can’t be the case. You’re absolutely gorgeous, there’s no way that men aren’t all over you. Right, Chris? Tell her she’s beautiful.”

“She knows I think she’s beautiful.” Chris said, his tone seriously as his eyes never left yours. “It’s more of getting her to know that.”

“We’re not going to talk about it.”

You and Chris stared each other down before Carissa cleared her throat.

“Well one day you are going to find something like what we have. The hopeless romantic in me truly believes that there is someone for everyone; and I know that if we can find happiness like this, so can you. You’re an amazing person, Y/N.”

You looked down and bit your lip. You wanted so badly not to like her, to have her be some terrible person so you could justify the feelings that you had for her boyfriend. And yet, here she was, being the kindest person and caring truly for your feelings and your happiness.

“Thank you, Carissa.”

She smiled a toothy grin before turning her attention back to Chris. Chris kept his eyes on you a moment longer but when you didn’t look back he sighed and focused on his girlfriend.

- - - - - - -

“You don’t have to do that.” Carissa came up behind you as you finished washing the plates from before.

“It’s really no problem.” You shrugged. “You did all of this, the least I can do is clean up.”

“Yeah, but you’re my guest. A host should never have her guest clean up.” You knew she meant it without malice but the words stung. She was right. That’s all you were in this house, a guest. You were their guest. They lived here, together.

You just nodded and finished the plate you were cleaning before stepping away from the sink so Carissa could finish. You mumbled that you were headed to the bathroom and quickly made your departure from the kitchen.

You rounded the familiar corner and bit your lip as you were five steps away from the bathroom, where you could finally take a deep breath.

“Hey sweetheart.” You jumped as Chris stepped out of his bedroom, a grin plastered on his face. “I think you made a good call on the nail polish color.” He waved his fingers in your face, jokingly.

You let out a soft laugh but refused to meet his eyes, instead eying the bathroom door that was so close and yet so far.

“Okay, come on.” Chris’s voice got serious. “Is there something going on at work? Are you sick? Why are you so…” Chris motioned his hands up and down your body.

“So what, Chris?”

“So sad?” His eyebrows creased in concern. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Not everything.

“I told you at the restaurant, I’m fine.”

“Yeah and I barely believed you then.” You bit your lip and once again looked away from him. You should have known that he knew you were lying out of your ass.

“Chris, it doesn’t matter. It’s not your problem.” You huffed.

“Of course it’s my problem.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“But it’s not.” You snapped. Chris took a step back at your sudden change in attitude. “Just back off. You’re not my boyfriend.”

“And?” He snapped back, but he did move closer to you. He reached out and grabbed your forearms, pulling you into him. “I may not be your boyfriend but I am your best friend.”

“Chris, just let it go. It doesn’t even concern you.” You lied as you pushed him away.

“Well clearly this one thing as something to do with me. Since you’ve been acting like a mega bitch since I got home.” He crossed his arms.

You took a step back. Chris had never called you that before. Yes, you two had gotten into some heated discussions in the past and maybe have gone a couple times without talking to each other for maybe a day. But never once has he called you a bitch.

“Chris!” Carissa’s scolding voice came from behind. “Apologize to her right now, there is no reason to call any woman that word.”

Chris’s gaze held yours before it softened.

He sighed and dropped his arms. “Fuck...sweetheart. I’m-”

“Thank you for having me over, Carissa. I really did have a great time.” You turned away from him before he could finish. “I think I’m going to head out though.”

“Of course.” Carissa glared at Chris over your shoulder. “Please let us-or me, know when you get home. We can plan another one soon.”

“Sure.” You smiled weakly at her before casting one last look at Chris. He opened his mouth to say something but you just shook your head and made your way out of the house.

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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Drunk (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

Imagine Klaus and Five getting you drunk.

***

Diego ran as quickly as he could into the main room of the academy. He had heard glass crashing and some screaming.

He stopped though as soon as he saw the scene. The whole academy was watching as you danced on the bar.

"SMALL TOWN BOY IN A BIG ARCADE!" you screamed into a liquor bottle. "I GOT ADDICTED TO A LOSING GAME." You then screamed at the top of your lungs.

"What the hell did you do to them?" Diego exclaimed, making both Five and Klaus turn to him.

"I made them a virgin margarita," Five shrugged. "And Klaus took the virgin part out."

"Oh my god," Diego sighed before approaching you.

"Babe!" you exclaimed, throwing the bottle to the side. Five teleported and caught it before it smashed on the ground. You reached out for Diego like a child. Diego grabbed your waist and helped you down. "I had some some spicy juice," you whispered.

"Yeah," Diego nodded.

"That one gave it to me!" you screeched, pointing at Five. You hissed at him.

"Y/N, stop. You're scaring people," Diego said, leading you out of the main room.

"I CAN NOT CONTROL THEIR FEAR!" you yelled. "ONLY MY OWN!"

(HELP ME FIND THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SIDE OF TUMBLR)

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sif-the-tsunami · 3 years

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When you fall apart

But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart.

Warnings: Yes, all of them. No smut all angst. and no promise of a happy ending. gallows humor, pregnancy loss, infidelity, self medication, spicy language.

Summary: Sy is a cheating bastard and his wife has had enough.

Pairing: Syverson, now a Colonel and his long suffering wife Josephine. (marriage is great guys, I promise.)

Just over 3,300 words.

This might not have been what you were expecting @oddsnendsfanfics

My mother was a genuine Southern debutante, I grew up with pictures of her on the walls with her gorgeous smile and pretty pearl necklaces. Blonde hair and green eyed, she was the most beautiful little slice of American apple pie. Her daddy was the ‘Old Money’ type, and she was his finest accomplishment, she looked, behaved, spoke perfectly. Never once have I heard that woman raise her voice to a man. Hell, I never heard her pass gas in front of anyone for that matter. She is the picture of privilege, she went from her daddy’s house to her sorority house to her husband’s house. Some how, even though she smokes a pack a day, she still looks like she could pass for being forty instead of almost sixty. The last time we saw each other, my friends told me they didn’t know I had an older sister.

Mama married a gentleman who had the good sense to enlist in the military to help support the lifestyle she demanded he provide for her. He was never around much but he gave her a nice house with a lovely front yard, and two little perfect children. He was another one of the old Southern types, I don’t think he ever outright said “I love you, Josephine,” or “I’m proud of you, girl.” Looking back, I don’t think anyone ever did that for him either, so he probably didn’t know how to tell that to me or my brother Theodore. I’m almost sure that he and Mama loved each other once upon a time. Daddy worked hard, he broke his body serving his country, and when he couldn’t do that anymore he broke his own heart trying to please Mama. She must have been disappointed in how her life turned out. She might have had dreams once, when she was younger. I’m pretty sure the last of them were crushed when Daddy died balls deep in the woman who used to perm my Mama’s hair.

Mama played the grieving widow perfectly, not a single person knew that they had been miserable for years. She has worn black out in public ever since. I think the only thing that has really changed is that she has started day drinking now because she’s lonely. I don’t blame her really. She pushed us really hard to be as perfect outwardly as she is, so it is safe to say that she is really disappointed in your truly.

You might be wondering why this all matters, dear reader. However, I find that it is important for you to know this when I tell you I’m remembering this sitting here in the county sheriff’s office, waiting on my Mama to come pick me up because my probably soon to be ex-husband and I got into screaming match, and I may have drunkenly thrown my bottle of tequila at my probably soon to be ex-husband’s head. The details are a little fuzzy at the moment.

“Josephine Syverson, your mother is here to pick you up.” The Sheriff’s deputy starts in his slow drawl, “Now don’t you go pickin’ no fights with your husband. You’re lucky he ain’t pressing charges. Go sleep it off now, Ma’am. I’m sure you two kids will work it out.”

I wait until he can’t see my face to roll my eyes. And low and behold, there she is, my Mama drove four hours to come and pick me up. She’s in a black vintage driving coat, and her hair is covered by a dark gray satin bonnet. It doesn’t matter that it is half past midnight, she is still the beauty queen she has always been. I drank enough Jose Cuervo tonight that my head is still swimming, but I walk with the grace and dignity she taught me.

“Oh my Lord, Josie, what have you done to yourself?” She asks. “Thank you, officers, I’ll get her back on track.”

We make our way out to the car and Mama unlocks the door for me. I slide in and as soon as my butt hits the leather of her seats, I start crying all over again. She gives me the packet of tissues she keeps in her purse then hands a little make-up bag.

“So, what was is this time, Josie, I swear to Lord Jesus that if he laid a hand on you, your brother and I will bury him in the back yard.” She says turning on her Cadillac. “Get cleaned up, you are coming home with me. Maybe James will be smart enough to figure out where you went.”

“Mama?” Who was this woman? She never talks like this.

“Come on, your mama isn’t as dumb as she looks. Although he evidently is.” She lights up a cigarette and offers me one.

“I quit when we started trying… Even after… well… everything, I didn’t start back up.”

She pats my leg. I unzip the bag to find makeup wipes, mascara, face powder and some brick red lipstick. We might not get along all the time but she is a damn life saver. I have black rivers of my own eyeliner and mascara from earlier today streaking my face. I clean myself up as much as I can and then reapply some make-up. “There, now that you are looking better, tell me what happened...”

“Where do you want me to start? I swear this started after his first deployment.”

“Okay, Josie, start there.”

James Syverson is an Army Ranger, I met him after he finished officers school. Because of the nature of military special forces, they deploy more often than most jobs in the military. I understand that they are under a lot of pressure during these deployments and because he is in a position in leadership I opted to give him as much room as he needed. The other officer’s wives informed me that I needed to recalibrate my expectations of what could happen. They warned me that what happens on deployment shouldn’t be held against him when he gets home. And I didn’t, until a girl barely old enough to visit a bar came up to my door asking for my husband with a hand on her belly. She was just as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I just looked up Syverson in the phone book, and I didn’t know he was married.”

“Is it his?”

“Ma’am?”

“I can see that you are pregnant. Is. It. His?”

“I… I don’t know…” She said quietly.

“He is still over there. Do not come here again unless you are requesting a paternity test.” And I slammed the door shut. She did come back for the test results when he came home. Turned out that the baby wasn’t his. Small favors, right?

I never faulted the women who fell in love with him. I knew how special he could make them feel, its how I fell in love with him in the first place. After everything he’s put me through it almost doesn’t matter when it is just the two of us. All I have ever wanted was for it to be just the two of us again, but I don’t know think I can wait for him to retire.

“How many times do you think he’s done it?”

“At least once a deployment. The most recent one saw us at the movies last night. He was holding my hand like nothing had ever happened. When he was coming back from the concession stand, a little redhead stopped him and asked who he was here with. When she saw me, she looked like she saw a ghost. He came back up, handed me my pop, kissed my cheek and wrapped his arm around me. He said ‘I promise you, it is not what it looks like.’ but the bitch and her friend kept looking over their shoulders to peek at us. I saw her texting someone and then his phone vibrated, but he didn’t look at his phone until I wasn’t with him.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” She lit up again. “And you’ve just been sitting on this, the entire time?”

“Yeah, I learned from the best, Mama. I didn’t want to let you down. You taught me to never let them see me cry.”

“Oh, my baby girl...”

The rest of the night at the movies, I kept it to myself, I’ve had enough. The boiling, seething hatred I was feeling for both of them. I hate that they are always younger than me. I hate that it always makes me like I’m not enough. When I woke up this morning had a beer in the shower. I always save the last one for him, so taking the last one was a big “fuck you” to him. He tried to climb in with me until he saw me drinking in the shower.

“Woman, what are you doing?” He asked. Like he wasn’t the one who introduced me to the idea of a shower beer.

“I’m going to keep drinking ‘til my heart stops hurting, Sy. I don’t know what else to do. But whatever it is that we keep doing, I can’t keep it up anymore. Get out.” I have never denied him, no matter what he wanted. And up until this morning, I had been an amazing wife to him. In the fifteen years of marriage, he has only had to do his own laundry when he was away from home. And even then, he probable conned someone into doing it for him. I have lost almost every friend I have made from relocating so often. I have started and stopped working on my Master’s degree more times than I can count. And now here I am, mid-thirties with none of my own goals accomplished to show for all of the work I have done over the years. If I had opened my mouth, even once, about his indiscretions, he never would have made it to Colonel. Not once have I complained.

After I dried my body off, I walked into the kitchen, naked as the day I was born and grabbed my trusty kitchen sheers. I needed a change. He paused the game he was playing long enough to watch me walk past him with my scissors and the bottle of margaritas.

“Jo, it’s nine in the morning. Being a little dramatic, aren’t we? We going to church today?”

“Why, James? You’ve been yelling ‘Oh my god,’ between some whore’s legs fairly regularly, I’m sure he knows you are a big fan.” I walked away before he could reply, locking the door behind me to our bedroom. He pounded on the door a few times but got the hint that I was not in the mood to be talked to when I turned up Chris LeDoux as loud as I could play it. Then I went to go give myself bangs.

When the music fades, the house is silent. No video games, no football, nothing. I continue to drink from my bottle and the world becomes a little more tolerable. Now, I am not a heavy drinker. Sy teases me all the time about how cheap of a date I am.

“Josephine!” He snaps at me in his soldier voice and I drop the margaritas.

“Jesus fuck, Sy, why you gotta scare me like that.”

“Oh, you are the one getting scared, woman, I have never seen you act like this before.”

“That’s because you ain’t here every time one of your indiscretions comes knocking on the door of my house. Never once have I expected sainthood from you, James, I learned better after your first deployment,” he won’t look me in the eye, either he’s ashamed of what he’s been doing or he is going to punch a whole in the wall tonight. “You would have seen this if you had been around after my daddy died. This is your wife, Syverson, she goes a little crazy from time to time.

“You know how hard I tried to come home for that, that is not fair Josephine.”

“I’m sure you did try. I wish you would try a little harder when it comes to picking out these dumb sluts who think that you are just going to run away from home as soon as you come back from the sandbox. I have received notes on my car windshield telling me that you were going to leave me for them. How you loved them and you were just suffering with me. That I’m hateful, and spiteful, and they could treat you so much better then I ever could. What have you been telling these girls, James, for them to think I am some kind of monster? Haven’t I been a good wife to you? What did I do to you to make you hate me this much?”

“I had no idea that they were doing that. I don’t hate you, baby. You have been a better wife than I probably could have ever deserved. Is that what you want to hear? I know I’m a rotten bastard. How long have you been holding this in, Josie?” His face darkens, I can see all the rage boiling up in him too.

“Don’t you call me that name, you son of a bitch.” I spit at him.

“How long?”

“Since Cassandra came up holding her belly, waiting to tell you that she made you a daddy. Too bad it wasn’t the first time, or I actually might have been worried that you’d leave. I hadn’t even stopped bleeding yet before she tried to take you.” I snarled back at him. And he face drops. Twelve years ago, we tried. I was seven months pregnant when I lost our son. Sy’s squad was wiped out after a night of heavy combat. He barely made it out alive himself. I got a phone call about his injuries and I must have made a deal with the devil himself. I would put up with the womanizing, the long distance, the heartache, just please have him come up to me. I would give anything to save him, I had thought. An hour after I got the call that he had woken up and was safely on a ship in the Mediterranean sea, I started to go into early labor.

“Oh, fuck me. That long?” He whispers. He rubs his face, the stubble was getting long, unless he was out in the field, he kept himself within regulations. He reached out to hold me but I shrug off his touch. He walked away from me, thinking that maybe he might let me calm down and we would go back to being a picture perfect couple again. He could just do whatever he wanted and I will grin and bare it.

I cleaned up the mess I made then went back to the bedroom to put on something on me other than shame. We gave each other space until the evening came around. He came in to ask if I had any plans for dinner. Wrong question, buddy. I walked to the kitchen in my tight black yoga pants and a tank top, went to the liquor cabinet, grabbed my favorite bottle of tequila and took three long gulps.

“That’s my plan, worry about yourself.”

“You haven’t had any real food today, you need to eat something.”

“Eat my ass, Colonel.” With that he pins me to the wall, the room spins around me and I start thrashing against him. He’s got probably 100lbs on me and more combative training than I can remember, so as you can well imagine this is going super great for me. I stop long enough to see the tears forming in his eyes. “Was there ever anything special between us, did you keep any part of yourself just for me?”

“Josephine, you are the only woman I have ever loved. I never even implied that I had any feelings towards them. They knew from the beginning it was simply recreational. Jo, you know you are my best friend.”

“Then why do you keep hurting me? Why am I not enough, Sy? Why do they keep getting you at your best, and I have to put all of your broken pieces back together again when you finally do come home.” Remember every time he woke up screaming the names of his fallen friends. When we have to leave BBQ’s early on the 4th of July because the fireworks remind him of mortar shells.

“You are enough. You are more than enough. I couldn’t have made it this far without you. It has never been anything other than stress relief with them.” The first tear rolls down his cheek. “I love you, Pussycat, now please lets get some food in you. Are you going to be good?”

“Haven’t I always been good. Been good, but not good enough.” I whine and slide down the wall once his hands are off of me. Good lord, where the hell is my dignity.

He lets me go gently and leaves to make me a peanut butter sandwich. While his back is turned, I grab the bottle one more time and take another long swig. This is where the rest of my night is very fuzzy until I came to in the back of the squad car.

He evidently tried to take the bottle from me, I threw it at him, it went wide and smashed against the wall. He took me to the ground, just tried to keep me from hurting either of us and I screamed at him every vile thing I could think of until the sheriff showed up. They tried to take him in, seeing that I was a sobbing mess on the floor. I told them I tried to hurt him, so they handcuffed me and took me in. Before they drove off, James brought a sweater and my purse out for me. I watched a couple of nosy housewives standing at the end of their drive ways. I’m pretty sure I flipped them the bird and they looked at me with disgust.

Now I’m sitting here, in Mama’s Cadillac, licking my wounds.

“Why in the name of God have you not told me about any of this?” Mama asks, this is now her sixth cigarette. I think she’s trying not to turn the car around.

“I thought you would have told me to get over myself and save face.” I say as we pull to her house.

“No, baby girl, I wouldn’t have. No one, especially not my daughter, deserves to be treated like that. Ooo I never liked the boy. Your daddy used to say that cowboy was all hat and no cattle. Let’s get some sleep, Princess. We will go get your stuff in the morning.”

I make my way to my childhood bedroom and collapse down on the bed. Before I close my eyes for the night, I finally check my phone. He had been blowing up my text messages.

I realize that I have never apologized to you about my short comings. But I swear to you, I will get out of the army if you want me to. We can move anywhere you want to, we can start over, just the two of us. I’m so sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry that you kept this all from me. I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t love you. These where from six hours ago.

I don’t know when you will get your phone back, I love you. This was from before my mom collected me.

They told me you have been released from custody but didn’t say to who. Who ever picked you up asked them not to tell me. Are you safe?

I love you. Please. Let me know where you are, I’ll come get you. I hope that you are just ignoring me because you are asleep.

I reply to him with a simple Mama picked me up. Get some sleep. We will talk in the morning.

No ‘I love you’ from me tonight although it killed me not to tell him. Tomorrow, I will figure out if what we have can be saved. But that is tomorrow Josie’s problem.

#captain syverson #henry cavill fanfic #my apologies to henry cavill #henry cavill

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Smoke & Mirrors - part 1

Neil x Reader

Chapter 1: Natural

summary: you’ve been working your ass off for that promotion, but here comes your boss with his new brilliant addition to the team and just gives him the job straight away.

warnings: this whole series is going to be 18+, the first chapter contains swearing and alcohol, but we are just warming up.

author’s note: Ayyyy new series hype! New setting, new dynamic, what canon?

What can you expect from the whole story? Enemies/Rivals to Lovers, with all its implications, I think.

The whole series was prompted by @vaneilla‘s brilliant ideas, and they were just too good to not give them a full series with fem!Reader. Not only that, my dear friend continues to provide the best soundtrack for our new duo, and I will definitely share it all some time later (because oi, spoilers!)

The song for this chapter is Imagine Dragons - Natural

Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think, please?

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You took your things out of the locker and slammed it shut. It felt as if the blood was boiling in your veins and you couldn’t wait to get out of the building.

“He’s good, eh?”

You scoffed and glared over your shoulder. If looks could kill, Ives would have dropped dead right that instant.

‘He’ was the newest addition to your team. And outranking you since his day one. The boss's new pride and joy. Neil. “A true natural.” As if it was enough to erase the last few years of you working your ass out for that promotion.

You still couldn’t believe that TP had been able to pull bullshit like that off. This was against every regulation, but apparently, a couple of unofficial missions together and some fast-track training were enough to judge his predispositions for the job.

And it was like a slap to the face.

At least they had the decency to not assign you to his squad on the first operation together. But as your teams were forced to cooperate, you’d put a fair effort into watching him closely out there, a part of you waiting for a major slip out.

There was none.

Even so, you’d rather stab yourself than admit he was good.

“His shooting skills are a joke.”

Ives shrugged. “He makes up for it in close combat.”

You saw what your friend was trying to accomplish with that talk. You knew he felt guilty about that whole situation, he’d always been your biggest supporter in terms of the promotion. You appreciated the effort, even though the final decision was out of his hands.

The thought that he felt sorry for you wasn’t helping, quite the opposite. You didn’t need anyone’s pity.

“The whole plan could have been more efficient,” you huffed and grabbed your backpack, praying that Ives would drop the subject and just let you leave.

But that was not your day.

“We got the job done.”

“Still--”

“Still,” he insisted, placing a hand on your arm. He raised a brow. “Never had you down as a sore loser, mate.”

There it was, the last straw.

“And I always knew you were an inconsiderate arse,” you chuckled bitterly and smacked his hand away. You walked around Ives and headed to the exit, fuming.

Only to bump into your new sergeant at the door.

“Easy there,” said Neil as he grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to look into your face to check if you were fine.

“Watch where you’re going, blondie,” you sneered and shoved him to the side so you could squeeze past him through the door.

Neil’s voice followed you into the corridor. “Is she always this charming?”

You could hear Ives snorting in response. “Oh no, mate, you’re getting a special treatment from her, all right.”

It took all of your self-control not to flip them off.

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“How is she?”

Ives closed the door and glared at The Protagonist, who was sitting on a sofa in the lounge area. “What do you think? She’s furious.”

The HQ’s common room was unusually empty. Besides them, only Wheeler decided to spend her afternoon there. She glanced at Ives from her armchair and waved, burying her nose in the tablet again.

“I haven’t promised her that position,” said TP slowly as he watched Ives fall on one of the poufs.

“That doesn’t change anything.”

“Changes enough.” The Protagonist tapped the fingers on his knee, considering the situation. “I need them to work together. And soon. Do you think she can get over it-- “ he stopped as he caught the look Ives shot him and sighed. “I see. Any ideas?”

Ives scoffed and sent another death stare at the man in front of him. “You tell me! You got us into this fucking mess!”

“Whoa, I’m still your boss!”

“My bad,” Ives cleared his throat, straightening his back. “You got us into this fucking mess… sir.”

The Protagonist snickered and shook his head. “Text her to meet you for drinks, I’ll bring Neil, “ - his eyes lit up - “I’m sure once they get to know each other they will figure it out somehow.”

“Worth a shot,” Ives said as his shoulders lifted in a shrug.

A quiet snort coming from behind their colleague’s tablet caught them by surprise.

“Something on your mind, Wheeler?” asked TP, raising his brows.

She shot them an unimpressed look.

“Good luck.”

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The bar was crowded and it only added to your annoyance. You noticed an opening at the counter and when you finally reached the spot, you sighed with relief. After everything that had happened, you really needed a drink.

With the corner of your eye, you caught someone staring at you. You gazed at the ceiling, wondering what had you done to fuck up your karma so badly.

Pressing your lips together, you glared at the man to your right.

“Really? Of all the bars in this goddamn city...?” you said, not even trying to hide how done you were at that point.

Neil’s blue eyes were watching you curiously from under a slightly disheveled dirty blonde hair.

“Believe it or not, it wasn’t my choice,” he chuckled and pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

Your eyes followed that direction to The Protagonist talking to Ives at the other side of the room.

“Great,” you huffed as you waved at the bartender to get their attention, but to no effect.

Neil’s intense stare combined with the way he nonchalantly leaned against the counter was slowly getting on your nerves.

“I saw you in the field today. You’re quite a sharpshooter.”

A smug grin crept on your face as you batted your eyelashes at him. “Why, you’re looking for a tutor?”

As he scoffed and looked away, your eyes lingered on his clenched jaw with satisfaction.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, fixing his gaze on you again.

It was your turn to tighten your expression.

Oh honey, where should we start?

“I don’t have one,” you said as you schooled your features.

“Oh please,” he laughed dryly with a roguish twinkle in his eyes. “You don’t even know me, and yet you’ve already decided you dislike me.”

Your lips curled with icy contempt. “Must be something in your face, blondie.”

Neil lifted a brow and gave you a half-smile. “Blimey.” He signaled the bartender and, of course, got an immediate reaction. “One vodka tonic and one-- ...no, wait, let me guess,” - he raised a finger before you could speak up, looking you up and down - “...spicy margarita?”

You just stared at him, utterly perplexed. You couldn’t believe the nerve of this man.

And that he actually got your usual order right.

“Well?”

You wanted nothing more but to wipe that self-satisfied grin from his face.

“No,” you muttered and switched your focus to the bartender who was waiting for your decision with a deadpan expression. “I’ll have a martini, thank you.”

You drummed your fingers on the counter, trying to ignore your companion. But when you heard a throaty giggle, you sighed dramatically and turned his way.

“What now?”

Neil leaned your way, close enough for you to catch the woody and spicy tones of his cologne.

He narrowed his eyes and smacked the tongue. “You’re full of shit.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you sneered, flashing your teeth. You took your drink from the counter. ”Evens out, I guess.”

A smile dangled on the corner of his lips as he raised his glass. “Enjoy your martini.”

The smug bastard.

You grimaced in response and mirrored his gesture.

“I intend to!”

As you made your way to Ives, now standing alone on the other side of the bar, you took a sip from your drink. Your face twisted in disgust. Bloody hell.

Ives furrowed his brows as he noticed your unusual choice of beverage. He sniffed your glass and scoffed. “What the fuck are you having, eh?”

Of course, he still remembered how much you hated vermouth.

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t ask.”

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The common room in the early morning was full of half-asleep people, waiting for the first round of training.

The matchmaking masterminds met over the coffee machine and exchanged tired looks.

“Well, that was a disaster,” The Protagonist sighed and rubbed his face.

Ives grunted in agreement as he poured coffee into his cup.

“You guys are morons.”

TP and Ives glanced at Wheeler, who only then realized she’d said her thoughts out loud.

Her back straightened as she added quickly, “With all due respect.” Her heels clicked together. “Sir.”

Ives chuckled as The Protagonist gestured to encourage her to speak freely.

“How so?”

Wheeler relaxed and crossed her arms. “She hates his guts, yet you lure her into a meeting with him,” she said slowly, baffled that she had to explain something so basic to them. “I imagine she’s even more pissed off than she was before and, on top of that, from now on she doesn’t trust any of you.” She paused, letting her words sink in.

Both men stared at her in disbelief.

The Protagonist slumped his shoulders and sighed. “Do you have a better idea?”

Wheeler’s eyes flared up.

“Actually, I have a few.”

(next chapter ->)

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