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earthchica · 3 years

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ungodly hour ➝ part three

Chris Evans x Reader OFC! ( Zariyah Hawthorne )

Summary: in which Chris and Zariyah have to work alongside each other despite being exes.

Warning: Slight Fluff, Jealousy, Angst and Cursing

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: my english and spelling is trash. i’m sorry lol but like, comment and reblog! 💙

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January 6th, 2017 ➝ Dallas, Texas

ZARI 👀

It's been a few weeks since my encounter with Chris and his new girlfriend.

I was depressed about the whole situation at first but by the time, the weeks went by.

I was feeling alot better, thanks to Zachary. I've been spending most of my time with him in Dallas, Texas.

He's been such a gentleman and a great friend. I decided to not go the fwb route with him.

Though he definitely knew how to put it down in the bed. Staying in Dallas with him has been really fun but it was my last day.

Filming was starting early tomorrow in Atlanta, Georgia.

I was so excited to get back to work but also scared because I’ll be seeing Chris on set everyday and I don’t want to show any emotions.

Zachary looked at me with a sweet smile and pulled me in a tight hug. I pulled away and looked down.

"I'm gonna miss you, darling," Zachary says, caressing my cheek. I look up at his beautiful green eyes with a smile.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Zach. You've been such a great friend and I really appreciate you" I said.

He makes a face when I say the word friend before nodding. There was a honk outside, and that was my cue to leave.

"Well, that's my ride. I'll see ya later, cowboy" I said with a giggle, giving him another hug before grabbing my bags and walking out the door.

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My body was filled with so much excitement and energy, I couldn't believe that I was here on set.

I was walking around when I saw Lily talking to one of the producers. I rolled my eyes, feeling like this day had just been ruined.

"She's a total bitch." I was startled by a voice. I glanced over and it was Tessa Thompson, one of my close friends.

"Oh my god, Tessa you scared the shit out of me. How are you" I said, hugging her.

She laughs and hugs me back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you and I'm good, how about you?" Tessa asks.

"That's good to hear and I'm doing better!" I answered genuinely with a smile.

Tessa was about to say something but someone cut her off.

"Well, well look who it is," Lily says with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes, looked over at Lily.

"Listen up, Zariyah just knows this is only business and nothing more. Nothing will happen between you and Chris. He's mine,"

"Girl, bye. I don't want Chris, okay. So please take your insecure ass somewhere" I said, waving her away.

"HE'S MY MINE NOW, SO BETTER WATCH THE FUCK OUT!" She growls, getting into my face.

I looked at her like she was crazy, then I remembered this was a place of work and I had to be professional.

"What the hell is going on here?' Chris asks, pushing between the both of us.

"Chris, you better check your girl before she has some teeth missing," I said, walking away from them with Tessa.

"Damn, Zari. I swear I thought you were about to kick her ass" Tessa says.

"No, not onset but if we were in streets hell yeah"

Tessa laughs. "Zariyah, I miss you"

"I miss you too, girl," I said with a giggle.

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It's been months into this, it's hella hectic. A lot back and forth to various locations, filming random scenes that didn't go together.

It will probably make a lot more sense when the movie is done but It was alot. I've been trying my best to get through this but it's really hard.

Chris and his girlfriend were everywhere, being all lovey-dovey and doing whatever the hell they want on set, it was making me sick to the stomach.

I was chatting with some of my costars in the food tent when Chris and his girlfriend came in and greeted everyone but me.

I tried to keep my cool but Chris kept looked at me while he and Lily were being affectionate in front of everyone

Like he was trying to make me jealous. GAME ON, motherfucker.

I got up and went to get myself something to drink. I was about to take a sip of my bottle of water.

But I jumped when someone covered my eyes with their hands. "Guess who?" A rugged, deep voice spoke.

I knew that voice, I removed the person's hands from my eyes and turned around.

I squealed with excitement, not believing who it was.

I jumped into his arms, making him laugh and he twirling me around in a circle happily.

Everyone was watching including Chris. "Oh my god, what are you doing?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Really?" I asked. “Yeah, I miss you.” He says with a charming smile

I grinned, pulled him into another hug. "I miss you too, I'm so happy you're here”

the petty games began.

"Me too, darling!" He says, pulling away and looking at me with those green eyes.

Someone cleared their throat and we both turned our heads to them.

It was Anthony.

"So Zari, who's the fellas?" He asks, looking him up and down suspiciously before looking back at me.

I was about to say something but he spoke for himself.

"I'm Zachary Colton" He says, holding his hand out.

Anthony smiles and shakes his head. “Cool, Cool and how do you know our Zariyah?”

“Uh we’re..” I cut him off.

"Dating, we're dating. He's my boyfriend," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his chest.

Zach looked down at me surprised. "Just go with it" I mumbled with a smile.

"Uh yeah. She's my girlfriend" He says with a chuckle, kissing me on the top of my head.

"That's amazing, well, let's get to know you-" I cut Anthony off.

"Oh no, I don't need y'all interrogating my boyfriend. Plus, I want to show my baby around" I said, removing my head from his chest and taking hold of his hand.

Chris was sending dangerous looks at Zach, I could see the look of his jealousy from a mile away. My plan worked.

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CHRIS 🤔

A few minutes later.

"Babe, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go to the bathroom" Lily says, kissing my cheek and I nodded, looking down at the food on my plate.

"Are you really gonna let that dude take your girl?" Mackie asks, coming over to sit next to me, I clenched my jaw.

"She's not my girl, Mackie. Plus, she broke up with me and I've moved on. I'm happy with Lily" I said, trying to make myself believe that.

When it wasn't true, dating Lily has been hell. She was the worst person I have ever met, she was such a bratty, mean person.

"Are you really? Cause the way I see it, you're not over Zariyah and you're just using Lily as a rebound" He says.

"First, I am not using Lily. Second, I’m done with Zariyah and she’s obviously done with me as well. As you saw she's moved on"

"Do you really think she's moved on?" Scarlett asks, coming into the conversation.

"I mean, yeah. Did you not see the guy?" I asked with a frown.

"She was obviously improvising, Chris. Zachary is her friend, she went on a blind date with him but that was it" Scarlett spilling the beans.

"Wait, that was the guy from Donatello," I asked, pointing to the direction they left.

I knew that douchebag looked familiar.

"Yeah and I heard you crashed the date," She says, giving me a knowing look.

I shook my head.

"No I didn't, did Zariyah tell you that..." I asked.

She raised her eyebrows at me "Okay, I kind of..that doesn't matter," I said, changing the subject.

"Do you still love her?" Scarlett asks.

"Yes!" I mumbled softly. It was hard to admit but it was true.

"Okay then so stop being so stubborn, and go talk to her about your feelings.”

"I agree with Scarjo, man. Everyone makes mistakes and they learn from them. Give her another chance before it's late" Mackie says, hitting my arm.

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"Did you just say I was your boyfriend just to make your ex jealous?" Zachary asks as we walk into my trailer and sit on my couch.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," I said, shaking my hand and looking at him nervously.

"It’s okay...Zariyah...I have to tell you something?" He says, taking hold of my hand.

“What is it?” It took him a minute before blurting it out fast.

“I think I’m in love with you, and I want to be more than your friend. I just need to know if you feel the same way too”

I opened my mouth to say something but there was a knock at the door. I look at Zachary for a second before getting up, and going to open the door.

I opened the door, and was surprised to see Chris standing there. "Chris?"

"Zariyah, I’m still in love with you" He blurts out sweetly. Boy, I was in some serious shit.

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Troll In Love: Part 1

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Exes to Lovers, Non-Idol AU

Rating: PG-17

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: What happens when your work nemesis and your ultimate troll team up to flip your world upside down?

Note: This piece is for the #thebtswritersclub fic exchange! Look out for Part 2 later this week.

This fic is dedicated to, written for the incomparable @xjoonchildx, who I have been lucky enough to be paired with. A major fan, this was an intimidating endeavor, and I’m kind of in love with what I’ve created for her. And if she hates it .... it’s trash okay? jk... kind of.

Banner by me.

Monday: Pitch Meeting

“Everyone has an inherent archnemesis,” Claire began her presentation, eyes peering across the conference room, attempting to make thoughtful eye contact with her peers.

Finally, a staff writer, this pitch marked her first foray into feature writing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried, in her three years at the company as a freelance writer, it wasn’t that she didn’t draft proposals, complete preliminary research, no, she absolutely did. But there was always someone in front of her, someone who always came around the corner, nicking first place with seconds to spare. Claire hated you from the moment you arrived, bright eyed and excited, a recent college graduate gunning for a position at the magazine. While it took her years to pitch a cover story feature, years to move from an assistant to full-time staff writer, you had done so in a handful of years.

Today, Claire decided, that would change. She had prepped and planned for weeks, laid in wait for Marissa to give her the go ahead to pitch her idea to the team. Adjusting her Dior, she shifted from heel to heel before speaking again.

“We all have that one person who no matter what we post, they find a way to demean it, turn it negative, make it about something completely unrelated. Whether that’s politics, or religion, or sex, there is that one troll we can’t help but root against. My proposal is to use a few members of staff to find their internet trolls, to engage with them over a period of time, and if they’re willing, interview them, both separately and together. I want to discover what it is that makes them keep commenting, why they always seem to gravitate towards certain posts, who their audience is and how it relates to our greater understandings of our enemies.” Claire sighed, the heavy lifting of her presentation just beginning.

“I like it, who do you want to use?” Marissa asked.

“Someone from each of our most high-profile teams, or the people in our office that have the largest social media followings. For a few that overlaps,”

“Who are those people?”

“Y/N, Jaxson, Hoseok, Emma and Bridgette,” Claire explained. “They have an average Instagram following of ten thousand, and on Twitter it’s twelve thousand.”

“What do you post that gets you so many followers?” Gillian questioned.

“My ass,” Jaxson laughed. “But really, it’s Drag Race content,”

“Good, you have a list. I need written permission from each of you to interview you and your top internet harassers.”

“I’d like to request that my name be off the list,” You asked, hand still raised.

Hoseok asked, knowing the answer deep in his bones. “Why?”

“I just, I don’t think it’d be a –

“Nonsense, you have a large following, I’m sure there’s someone who pisses you off regularly,” Marissa interrupted.

“Yes, there is! What’s his name? Jimin?” Claire pretended to scan her page, her cursory glance perfunctory instead of practical.

You heard the gasp leave Hoseok’s mouth before you registered what was happening.

“Fuck you!” You snapped. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate, but the sentiment remains.”

“It was, but it also sealed your fate.” Marissa stood. “Start assembling your team and listen to Claire, I’m sure she has a list of things she needs from you.”

“I do!” Claire chimed.

“Great, get me the contracts from legal and get it to each of the people you’ve listed before 5PM today, I want signed consent before you leave this building.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You asked, your final plea.

“You owe her for the debacle with your last interview,” Marissa reminded you.

“It’s not my fault they were drunk both times! I got the article done and out. It was one of our biggest issues in the last year and was followed up by two other feature pieces by me that beat that record,” You countered, your success an unnecessary brag in a room full of people who feared and admired your work.

“I don’t care, Y/N, handle it,” Marissa sauntered out, her assistants following close behind.

Slouching in your chair, your eyes landed on Claire, glaring daggers into her perfectly straight midnight bob. She was everything you hated, a brown noser, a narcissist, a career driven monster who had been biting at your heels since you arrived. She was jealous, blinded by some lofty goal that she’d be an editor or editor in chief before 28, a feat rare in fashion, unless you were Elaine Welterwroth or Margaret Zhang, of course. They had become editors and editors in chief by ages 29 and 27 respectively. Though Zhang had begun her career blogging at 16, a fact that only infuriated Claire who was too busy popping pimples and trying to lose her virginity to her junior varsity boyfriend.

Claire could spend days listing everything she hated about you. She hated your easy interactions with coworkers, the ability to have the entire room stop and listen when you spoke, the craft of your written work and relationships maintained with subjects years after interviewing them. She hated how you left work with Hoseok on your arm or went to drinks with the assistants and interns. How you achieved so many bylines, becoming an editor in your own right without so much as breaking a sweat, while she was scraping the barrel to be noticed. You seemingly had everything Claire wanted, and Claire was sick of it.

Monday: Your Office

“Thank you, for your participation,” Claire said, sitting across from you in your office.

“You aren’t welcome, I’m actually rather unimpressed with your ability to ambush not only me but the other people you’ve trapped into doing your article,” You crossed your legs, adjusting the waist band of your trousers and continued to scowl at her. Claire had only heard of your less than cheerful personality, though it remained largely rumored, she had never had it confirmed or dared to see it in person.

“How, charming,” She rolled her eyes.

“Look, you don’t want to be talking to me, I don’t want to be talking to you. Just tell me what you want so I can send you on your way.”

Claire watched as you reached across your desk to grab your black and white planner, flipping open to the weeks page and holding your pen at the ready. The inside, covered in stickers and hand lettered phrases, fit the persona Claire so desperately wanted to mimic.

“I need you to read and sign this,” Claire slid the agreement across your glass desk. “Then, I need you to identify the username of your troll, and I need to borrow an intern from your team.”

“You can’t have one,”

“Marissa said I could have whatever I needed, and I need an intern to comb through your tweets.”

“I can save you the trouble, I rarely tweet, when I do, it’s addressing the same ass hat,” You explained.

“Well, I need their handle,”

“Fine,”

“And the intern,” Claire was firm.

You rolled your eyes, before pressing the intercom. “Hey Alexis, can you send Erin to me?”

“Sure thing,” Alexis replied.

“Thank you,”

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Jealous?” You questioned.

“Read the contract, sign it and send it back to me along with answering the Form that’s in your inbox,” Claire directed.

“Great,”

“I’ll be back on Friday to go over your tweets and exchanges before we decide on a tactic to reach out to them and ask them to come in for an interview,” Claire explained. It didn’t annoy you that she was prepared, but it did piss you off a little to know how much she had thought this through. Maybe you should give her a chance, professionally, not socially, Claire would remain a bottom feeder.

“Who says they’re in the city?” You questioned.

“If not, we’ll Zoom with them, okay?”

“Excuse me, you wanted to see me?” Erin peered through the door; wavy bangs parted slightly to expose her forehead and freckled cheeks.

“Yes, your projects are on hold. Claire here needs your help with her feature article, and as my intern, you are to report to her for the remainder of the project,” You explained.

Erin’s eyes widened, never had she been reassigned to a special project, let alone with Claire who was notorious for running interns and assistants into the ground. “Who will take over my work?”

“Can you make a list of where you’re at and send it to me? I will meet with the team tomorrow to talk about where we need to fill in the gaps,”

“Okay,”

“Claire, this is Erin, if you are a bitch to her, I will ensure you don’t ever write a feature piece or move past copy editor here or anywhere,”

“I don’t know where you get off thinking you can speak to me like –

“I am your superior, and you will respect my intern or face the consequences,”

“Fine,” Claire turned and left, leaving Erin wondering what on earth she had been roped into.

Tuesday: Happy Hour

“You gave the real handle?” Hoseok asked over drinks after work, a little happy hour to celebrate leaving the office before 7PM.

“What was I going to do? She could easily look at my Twitter and Instagram and find out, why lie?”

“What happened to preservation?” Hoseok mocked.

“Either I give in and get Claire off my back, or I get called to Marissa’s and have consequences, like I’m a fucking child.”

Hoseok eyed you suspiciously. “Did you give her his name?”

“You saw in that meeting, she already knows. I blame you,”

“Me?”

“Yes you, always talking about dance classes with Jimin, the good old days of photographing him and styling him in college. He abandoned me to go to school with you, and you’ve taken it all in stride.” You explained. It wasn’t a new story, a new plea, a new exploration of your tempestuous non-relationship with Jimin. It was sad, really, listening to you express the hurt you’ve never let go of.

“He didn’t abandon you to come to school with me,” Hoseok laughed.

“Potato, Tomato,”

“You should talk-

“Nope, you made your once monthly ‘you should talk to Jimin’ comment a week ago over margheritas, you don’t get another for ten more days,” You scolded.

“Fine, fine.”

“I don’t even know where he is,” You muttered, pink liquid of your Paloma slipping down your throat.

“That’s a lie,”

“Can you stop calling me out and let me hate him?” You hadn’t meant to snap, but the constant chatter revolving around Jimin was too much to handle, it was too much in two days, too much in the years since you last saw him. Park Jimin was, and has remained, too much.

“Fine,” Hoseok resigned. “Have you looked at your tweets lately?”

“No, I refuse to go back and read whatever horrors I wrote in 2019,”

“You should,” He suggested.

“I guarantee Claire will force me to read them. Probably aloud at some last-minute staff meeting she puts together on Friday to fucking fillet me,” You rolled your eyes again, the last dregs of grapefruit clumping together as they slid down the side of your glass.

“Maybe if you weren’t so,” He starts.

“Bitchy?”

“Your words, then she would like you,”

“She’s hated me since I got there, I’ve tried being nice. I’ve tried being cordial. Claire and I will never mix,” You explained.

“He’s gone blonde you know,” Hoseok’s eyes have flittered past you, glancing down the street at the setting sun, glad he brought his latest Gucci jacket to keep him warm in the early spring evening.

“Didn’t you hit your moratorium on how long you can talk about Jimin in a conversation?”

“You said his name!” Hoseok argued.

“He isn’t Trump, Hoseok. I can say his name, sometimes.”

Hoseok let the moment simmer, cooling gently before turning it up to a raucous boil. “I’m having a kick back next Wednesday, will you come?”

“If he’s not there,” You answered.

“I can’t promise that,”

“Then I can’t promise either,” Chewing the ice from your glass, you let your mind wander to the possibilities of what might happen should you show up to Hoseok’s party and are greeted by Jimin. Blonde Jimin. Jimin with the sparkling eyes and winning smile. Jimin who harasses you on the internet weekly, Jimin who you haven’t spoken to since you were 22, Jimin whom you hated with every fiber of your being.

Worst case scenario, you couldn’t avoid him and would be forced to speak words to him. Best case, you time it perfectly and he’s either just left or hasn’t arrived and you can doll out pleasantries before Irish-goodbying and never having to confront him.

“Y/N, please, you haven’t seen my new place yet and it’s finally furnished,” Hoseok pleaded.

“I’ll think about it,” You resigned.

“Great!”

“I fucking hate you and our friendship,” You scoffed, signaling the waiter to bring you the check. You should’ve ordered food, being buzzed and talking about Jimin was never a good idea.

“I know you do.” Hoseok winked before picking up the tab for you both.

“At least tell me you haven’t invited Seokjin,” You asked, slipping your coat over your shoulders.

“Well-

“You’re fucking with me, right?” You questioned. “You fucking invited both of my exes to a, I’m sorry, kick back? Hoseok, no.”

“I love you, and I’m sorry, Seokjin helped me find some great pieces for the place, and you know he’s friends with Namjoon and Jungkook,” He tried to explain.

“That doesn’t mean I want to stare at them over my tenth flute of champagne and my plate which will be piled high with cheese and crackers and pieces of salami.”

“You and Seokjin are fine though, you ended-

“Don’t say amicably,” You cut him off.

“Well, close to it. Please,” He begged. Begging never looked good on Hoseok.

Staring into his dark irises, a shade mimicking your own, you couldn’t hold the anger brewing. Being around Seokjin was always a better alternative than Jimin. Though the pity he often felt towards you, at your angered state which has never really subsided, was embarrassing. “I’ll think about it.”

“I love you,” Hoseok pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah, then why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Because I love you,”

“Tell Taehyung to call me,” You said, waving to him before stepping into the waiting Lyft you’d called at the bar.

“I will, can’t make any promises,” Hoseok winked before turning towards the subway, where he’d pull out his head phones and scan through the photos he’d taken throughout the day, waiting to get home to Taehyung to analyze, edit and critique them.

Thursday: Claire’s Makeshift Office

“Are you ready?” Claire asked, sifting through the papers on her desk.

“You had me come to your office, after you scheduled a meeting to ask if I’m ready? Yes Claire, I’m fucking ready,” You snapped.

“Erin,” Claire gestured towards your intern who tried to hold her eye roll.

“So, I combed through your tweets, sifting through your interactions with Mochimin, which is a very creative username,” Erin began.

“Yeah, his name and nickname combined,” You rolled your eyes.

“And we read through them all, well mostly me… and I have to ask, are you sure these are your tweets?” Erin questioned.

“Yes, and what should be his responses,” You answered reaching forward to grab the printed copies waiting for you. You scanned over the interactions, the subtweets, the blatant tags, the retweets and comments not just by Jimin, but a few of your friends too.

“Why have you been telling us he’s the troll?” Erin asked.

Her question caught you off guard, eyes wide, shock echoing in your bones.

“What the fuck? What do you mean? Look at how he fucking responded!”

“Y/N, you’re the troll!” Erin laughed. “It’s you, not him,”

“I am not! This is a fucking joke! It’s not April Fools yet, way to put the cart before the horse!” Your voice radiated throughout the small conference room.

Claire, not having an office of her own, had requested it to conduct most of her teams work. It was your least favorite of the conference rooms, colder both in décor and temperature than the others, it was situated on the corner leading to the kitchen. Glass on two walls, it was the definition of exposed. Everyone could see your outburst. Everyone could watch you fall to pieces. You guessed Claire had planned it this way, to demonstrate how focused her team was, how dedicated to the project they were, to show everyone her value as a staff writer instead of a freelancer. You also assumed she did this to ensure that whatever break down you were beginning to have, would have at least ten witnesses, ten people to side with her that your behavior was irresponsible and reckless.

“Oh please, get over yourself,” Claire chuckled. The light in her eyes proved your assumptions, she was enjoying this. “Do you see how you interact with him?”

“What do you mean how I interact with him? He started this!” You lowered your volume, side glances from colleagues passing by alerting you to the unprofessional decibels you’d began reaching.

“In almost every interaction, you bait him, hook line and sinker. It’s you, Y/N,” Erin explained.

“No!”

“Yes, this poor man, just living his life while you’re purposefully harassing him!” Claire feigned shock, eyes widening, mouth slightly open. It was taking everything in you not to resort to physical violence.

“I would never,” You glowered.

“You have! For years, it’s always you,” Erin said again.

“I, no, that’s impossible. He started it!”

“Admitting is the first step,” Claire’s placid smile was demanding to be smacked off.

“Fuck you! This is ridiculous!”

“July 10, 2020: Thinking of one man in particular, hoping the bleach in his locks burns in the summer heat.Followed by his comment: thinking of one woman in particular, hoping she knows I wear a hat and use purple shampoo.” Erin read.

“I, I, no!”

“October 13: Nothing makes me happier than not being invited to a birthday bash with all my friends. He responded: All you have to do is ask. On your birthday, he tweeted: Happy B-Day to the girl who … oh never mind she hates me. You responded: nobody asked for your half-hearted bullshit, next time I hope you choke on it.”

“He started it!”

“Why are you so awful to him?” Erin wanted to know.

“I am not, he began harassing me first,” You tried to argue.

“Does Hoseok know?” Claire chided.

“Know what?”

“About your vendetta,”

“It’s not a vendetta!”

“Then explain why you tweet or subtweet him at least twice a week, and then when he responds, tweet him again! You don’t even tag him, just vaguely mention discernable parts of his personality or appearance,” Erin explained.

“I do not! How do you know what he looks like?” You tried to counter.

“His profile picture, and a certain friend of yours doesn’t mind sharing-

“You asked Jungkook? Or was it Taehyung? Or I’m sorry, both?” Your eyes were wide, breathing labored, anger boiling to inhumane levels.

“Well, if we asked Hoseok you would’ve kno-

“You called or texted or DM’ed Jungkook and Taehyung, and asked about Jimin?”

“Yes,” Erin bowed her head, guilt written into the freckles her blush tried so desperately to hide.

“I cannot believe you, Erin,” You spat.

“I’m sorry Claire wanted me to,”

You turned your gaze to Claire, who had begun to cower in her seat.

“You did the one thing, the absolute one thing that you knew, you fucking knew, would set me off. You did this on purpose, you fucking bottom feeder, you fucking dillweed you crossed the fucking line, Claire,” You spat. Your volume had lowered into a low growl, far more deadly and intimidating than any yelling you had done.

“We have the proof, Y/N, you can’t deny it, you attack Jimin regularly,” Claire unskillfully attempted to move the conversation away from Jungkook and Taehyung. Like you would balk at her intrusion.

“You don’t get to violate my personal life, to violate the lives of the people I care deeply about, to expose sources and put them in danger should this article go south, poking and prodding into the lives of people who are dealing with their own bullshit to push your own fucking agenda, Claire,” You were seething, Te Fiti in Moana, Mrs. Weasley against Bellatrix, Kim Kardashian against the ocean searching for her diamond. Your wrath knows no bounds, and Claire had finally crossed the line into territory she could never come back from.

“It’s for the job, nothing personal.” Claire shrugged. You could see it in her eyes, she wanted blood and was elated to be getting it.

“This is entirely personal.”

“Well, you can ask Jimin about it when we interview him,” She smiled, lips upturning revealing her veneers, red lipstick perfectly matte and shaped against her thin flesh.

“No, absolutely not,” You shook your head.

“Yes, that’s part of the deal you agreed to,”

“I take it back. I revoke my consent!”

“It’s non-negotiable,” Marissa said. She had sauntered in during your berating, watching as you tried and failed to continue believing that you weren’t the troll. “You have agreed to this, and you will sit through the interview and cordially answer Claire’s questions.”

“Marissa, this is crossing a line,” You stated.

“You have to be held accountable,” Claire said.

“Fuck you, Claire. Believe it or not, there are somethings that are beyond your understanding and a few that are not appropriate for work,” You continued to scold her.

“Y/N, why are you being so hostile?” Claire was mocking you, with Marissa by her side, she was invincible.

“You picked me on purpose. What have you been working with Hoseok? Is this some larger plan to get me to talk to Jimin? I don’t want to talk with Jimin or talk to Jimin, isn’t it bad enough he’s being brought into my work? Oh and let’s not forget you using Erin and Hoseok to gain access to Jungkook and Taehyung, who are beyond off limits.” You listed each of her offenses, careful to leave out indiscretions that occurred before this project of hers began.

“You agreed to-

“No, I was forced to do this by you, Marissa,” You began.

It wasn’t hard to glower at Marissa, one of the most decorated editors in chief, beloved by Condé Nast, best friend of Anna Wintour… Everyone aspired to be her, but in the last year, through your promotion and growing turbulence within the magazine, her leadership had begun to falter. Her steady hand, guiding each staff writer and editor towards success and elevating everyone’s work, was crumbling at an alarming pace. Yet, no one knew why or if anything was being done to rectify the damage her wake was leaving.

“I was coerced into this under some pretense that I owe Claire something for a so called fuck up that resulted in the biggest boon in our magazines readership in the last year, which was followed up by not one but two feature bylines and my promotion. I have done more than enough at this company, in this industry, to sit here and be forced to engage with a man who destroyed my world. I will not speak with him, or to him or listen to him. I will not, and if you force me, I will get legal involved. Should this bullshit continue, you can expect my letter of resignation next week.”

Standing and shoving your chair in, you turned on the heels of your Oxfords and marched straight to your office. Closing your laptop and shoving your planner into your tote, you grabbed your phone.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok asked. He moved in time with you, following down the many corridors of your office and towards the elevators.

As you stepped in, you pressed lobby and waited for the doors to be closed before turning to him.

“Did you tell Erin she could contact Jungkook and Taehyung?” You asked.

“She did what?” Hoseok yelled, soundwaves bounding off the metal and plastic of the elevator, reverberating in your ears.

“Did you?”

“No, I can’t believe she, are you serious?” Hoseok couldn’t lie, a fundamental flaw in his design made it impossible for him to tell the smallest fib.

“Did you work with Erin and Claire to get me involved in this feature? To get me to talk to Jimin?” You didn’t mince your words or pad your language to make him feel less attacked. You needed the answer, and you needed it now.

“No, I didn’t know Claire was doing this until she pitched it. You think I would-

“Hoseok, they called Jungkook and Taehyung. They want Jimin to come in to be interviewed, they won’t stop until I-

“Until you what?”

“Marissa has always supported me, championed me. But Claire has her number, she has her locked and loaded, aiming for me and I don’t know why,” You confided.

“She has been slipping lately,” He agreed. “There’s only one way to stop this,”

Together you stepped out of the elevator, moving past the turnstiles to the revolving door.

“Am I crazy?” You asked, the insecurity beginning to overtake your bravery.

“No, something weird is going on,”

You clarified, “No, I mean, am I crazy for… for doing this to Jimin?”

“I don’t know if you’re crazy, but you’ve definitely not been your best self,” Hoseok answered.

“He makes me so-

“You still love him,” Hoseok interrupted.

“I-

“Go talk to him,” Hoseok encouraged. “Call me after, we can get drinks and wallow or pick out an outfit for your hot date.”

“What if he-

“Just, talk to him, okay?” Hoseok requested.

“Okay,”

“I’ll check in with Jungkookie and Taehyungie,” He assured.

“Thank you,”

“I’ll also scope out open positions, we can’t stay here,”

“I love you, Hobi,” You confided, a statement that flowed so easily past your lips, you didn’t have to think or parse through the emotions that went along with it. You’ve always loved him, always will.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Hoseok draped his arm around your shoulders before placing a kiss to your forehead, a gentle embrace, a squeeze of confidence, a gesture of love. He moved swiftly from you back into the building, and as you watched him walk away, you took a deep breath.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you dialed a number you had tried to forget.

“To what do I owe this unexpected delight of a call?” He asked. His voice was the same, chipper and cunning in the same breath.

“I need to speak with you, ASAP,” You told him.

“Okay, I’m working from home today, come over whenever,” He invited you without hesitation.

“You still live at the same place?”

“No, moved up. I’ll send you the address,”

“You know who this is?” You asked, uncertainty back in your bones.

“What, Y/N, you thought I deleted your number?” Jimin laughed, one of only a few sounds that shot right to your knees, making any posture unstable in the docile sounds of his joy.

“I, I don’t know, I guess. Look I’m going to hail a cab, I’ll be there in 20,”

“I look forward to it, just tell the doorman you’re here for me and he’ll let you up,” Jimin said.

“Okay, see you soon, I guess,”

“I can’t wait,” Jimin was smiling, you couldn’t see it, but the lilt in his voice was all the assurance you needed. Bracing yourself for the impact of him, of his voice, of his laugh, of the way he looked at you, you hailed one of the last remaining cabs in the city and prayed for courage.

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I Just Want My Heart Back: Sam Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hello friends! Well, I thought it was time to update my Supernatural masterlist since I’ve been writing so much for Marvel and Harry Potter. It’s been way too long since I wrote something that wasn’t holiday related for Supernatural and after talking to a very good friend, I came up with this!

BIG shoutout to @calaofnoldor because she gave some wonderful little nudges and suggestions for this and I’m quite proud of how quickly I put this together. The title for this was her idea, as well as this GIF so thank you lovely for all your help!

Warnings: Angst, swearing, breakup, jealous!Sam, mentions of sex, boobs (yep that’s a warning lol) and implied sex but nothing too filthy cause y’all know that’s not how I roll (and I want y’all to use your imaginations too ;))

Word Count: 4,383

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*Italics are flashbacks and POV*

-Monique

“I don’t think this is working out,” Sam says, coming to you one day after a hunt gone bad.

“What isn’t working out?” You ask, looking up to the taller Winchester.

“Us, you and me. You living and working with us. All of it.” He says, refusing to make eye contact.

“What? What do you mean it’s not working out? What’s the problem? I’ve been living with you and Dean for the last two years! Why is there suddenly an issue?” You question.

“Well lately, (Y/N) you’ve been really reckless on these hunts we’ve been going on,” he answers, still not looking at you.

“What? Reckless? I’m a hunter, Sam. I take chances just like you and Dean do and they don’t always go as planned, like today.”

“Exactly, that was really stupid of you to go in that warehouse by yourself,” he says as you’re taken back to the events of the day.

“Alright, Sam, you and I will scout out the warehouse, see if we come across any vics. (Y/N) I need you to be on the lookout and alert us if someone’s coming,” Dean said, with Sam next to him, guns aimed and ready to fire. But they looked to you and you were nowhere to be found.

“(Y/N)?” Dean whisper yells for you.

“Dean!” Sam says, panic filling his voice. The youngest brother pointed in the direction of where he was looking straight ahead, seeing you running inside the warehouse.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean yells as he and Sam run after you.

You were too far ahead to hear them running after you until it was too late. An entire pack of vampires had rushed you, trying desperately to sink their teeth into you. A good dozen or more were surrounding you and you began swinging, taking your knife to slice off the heads of the monsters as they grew too close. Screams of the victims could be heard as you fought hard, soon realizing you went alone. Just as one vamp lost its head, another was right behind you and sank its teeth into your shoulder. You scream out in agony; the venom was quickly spreading through your body.

“(Y/N)!” Sam yells to you, watching as you fall to the ground; the pain bringing you to your knees.

“Sam, we can’t stop, there are too many vamps out here!”

“She’s going to turn into one of them if we don’t help her, Dean!”

“Cas! If you can hear us, get your feathery ass down here and save (Y/N)!” Dean yells and then, a fluttering of wings came down in front of you.

“Hello (Y/N), let me take a look at you,” Cas says, kneeling beside you and carefully moving your collar of your shirt away from where you were a bit. You hiss out in pain as the wound was now exposed to the air around you.

“Alright (Y/N) luckily I was able to get here just in time before it got too bad so I can heal you enough now to transport you back to the Bunker but I’ll have to extract the venom from you later. okay?” Cas explained.

“Just, do it!” You cry and a blinding light flashed around you, causing you to lose your sight for just a moment but the sound of vamps being killed was the last thing you heard.

“Alright, I admit, that wasn’t the best decision I could’ve come up with but I’m okay!”

“Yeah, but today wasn’t the first time you got hurt really bad on a hunt!” Sam yelled, suddenly making himself seem even bigger than he already was.

“What are you saying, Sam? You want me to leave?”

“Yes. I can’t keep worrying about you getting hurt because you’re too damn stubborn to listen to a damn thing Dean or I tell you! We’re more experienced hunters, (Y/N), we know what’s safe and what’s not. We can’t that burden over our heads,” He says.

You felt the tears brimming to the surface of your eyes but with the words he just spoke, you couldn’t let him see you upset.

“Alright, um, I’ll go pack my things and be out of your way.” You say, brushing past your now ex-boyfriend, but making sure to hit him hard as you did so.

When you reached your room, a photo of you and Sam sat on the end-table beside your bed, the smiling faces just mocking you. Grabbing the frame, you throw it across the room and scream at the broken glass now scattered across the floor.

“Fuck you, Sam Winchester!” You yell, hoping to anyone that he was listening.

You and Sam had always been close and just recently started dating. Sure, it was challenging but you thought since you were in the business too, it would be easier to work out any differences you may face; you were clearly mistaken. Taking a duffel bag from out of your closet, you throw all your clothes and toiletries inside, packing up furiously. When you were sure you had everything, you find a scratch piece of paper and write up a note for Dean. You and he were close too; he was like your older brother.

Dean,

I am so sorry to be writing you this letter but I’ve been informed that I should not be living or hunting with you and Sam anymore. Apparently, I am a burden to you guys and you don’t want to have to worry about my well-being on every case. I guess I am just like you though; stubborn as a mule. I thought that was a good thing but according to Sam, it’s not. I thought he and I could work through anything because I became a hunter too, but I was wrong about that, too.

I’m not sure where he and I went wrong, but today was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I love him, Dean, I really do, but I guess he doesn’t love me enough to keep fighting for a relationship with me. I have a friend who’s a hunter who offered a place for me to stay and is willing to teach me new skills to improve myself as a hunter and who knows, maybe by then, Sam will actually want me around as a partner.

I’m going to miss eating greasy burgers and staying in cheap motels and watching Western’s with you but this is for the best. I can’t be around someone who doesn’t want me around and Sam has made that very clear that he doesn’t care about me anymore.

Here’s my address of where I’ll be staying at for a while; just don’t tell Sam where I’m at. I need to grieve the loss of one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I wish him well though, please tell him that.

I hope to stay in touch with you; you’ve always been like a big brother to me. I love you Dean and I’ll call you when I get to my new home.

Love, (Y/N)

Folding up the paper, you grab your bag and your keys for your car. Walking past Dean’s room, you slide the letter under his door and knock on it, before rushing towards the stairs out when you heard Sam calling for Dean.

“What’s up, Sammy?” Dean asks when he opens his door, noticing the note in front of him.

“I think I found a case for us to work. What’s that?” Sam said, looking at the paper in his brothers’ hand. Just then, the sound of a vehicle starting and driving away interrupted them.

“Who’s leaving?” Dean asked, walking out to the War Room; Sam remaining silent. “What?”

Sam remained quiet for a while until Dean starting growing angry.

“(Y/N) left,” Sam finally said.

“What? What do you mean, (Y/N) left?” Dean asked, still furious with his little brother.

“Where did she go, Sam?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said, avoiding the conversation he just had with (Y/N).

Just then, Dean remembered the letter that was on his bedroom floor. He reached for it from his back pocket and opened it.

Sam watched as Dean’s eyes bounced back and forth across the page; he was starting to feel guilty.

“You told her to leave?” Dean asked, in a calm voice but Sam didn’t peak.

“Answer me, Sammy! Did you tell (Y/N) to leave?!” Dean’s voice escalated.

“Yes,” Sam simply answered.

“Great, you know she’s gone, right? She said we see her as a burden? Did-did you tell her that?!”

“Yes,”

“Oh my God, Sam! That’s just great! You know she was the best thing that ever happened to you and you just push her away like that? Why?”

“She was always getting hurt, Dean? What was I supposed to do? Tell her she was doing a good job at constantly getting hurt?” Sam yelled back to his brother.

“Yes! She was stubborn like we are but she was willing to become a hunter just so she could be with you, Sammy! She loved your dumb ass and what, because she got hurt all the time, you stopped loving her?”

“No, I-I never said I don’t love her anymore,”

“Well, she thinks you don’t love her! And you know what else she said in this letter? She said she needs time to grieve the best thing that ever happened to her!”

Sam was quiet for a minute, letting his brothers’ words sink in. The girl he was in love with, was gone forever, all because he hated how stubborn she was and how she never listened. She was just like him and that bothered him. He didn’t want her to be like him, so broken and hurt, but she was also good. She was beautiful and had a positive outlook on life; always bringing happiness to the brothers when they were down. She was young and full of life, always caring about everyone else before herself and maybe that was why she always got hurt. But she loved Sam and he couldn’t understand why, but he felt lucky to have her. Maybe he was overreacting; he got hurt a lot too. It was part of the job to get hurt saving people’s lives and not everyone could do it but (Y/N)? She was good at it because she cared for people so much, way more than he or Dean even could.

“Did she say where she was going?” Sam suddenly asks, growing worried about where she had gone.

“She did, but she doesn’t want you to know. You really hurt her, Sam,” Dean said.

“I know, I fucked up bad. I thought if she wasn’t here anymore, that she couldn’t get hurt, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about her so much. At least, if she went away, she would be safe, but I don’t even know that to be true,” Sam confesses.

“Your plan just completely backfired on you,”

“Yeah, I made things worse, and for what?”

“Because I thought this was the best way to protect her and when she got hurt, Dean, she was almost always near death. I-I couldn’t stand seeing her like that because I knew there was a better way but she always had to go down the harder and more painful path.”

“Yeah, and you know why she did that?” Dean asked.

“Why?”

“Because she was a Winchester. She was stubborn and hard-headed but she is a fighter and she always believed in the best in people. And what did you do? You tried to penalize her for it,” Dean said.

“I know, I really fucked up here. I gotta try and find her, Dean. Tell her I was wrong,” Sam said, going to grab keys for one of the vehicles the brothers owned.

“Dude, she doesn’t want to see you,” Dean reminded him of the letter.

“Well, she didn’t leave that long ago. She couldn’t have gotten too far; I have to try,” Sam argued back.

“Want me to go with you?” Dean asked but Sam shook his head.

“I need you to stay here just in case she comes back home,” Sam says before realizing the Bunker wasn’t (Y/N)’s home anymore. “Just stay here.”

Sam grabbed a jacket and his phone before rushing off to the garage and jumping in behind the wheel of a car. Just before he sped away, Dean came out to the garage with a set of keys in his hands.

“Here,” he said, tossing the keys to Sam.

“Baby? You’re letting me take her?” Sam questioned, surprised that his brother trusted him with his most prized possession.

“Yeah, she’s pretty reliable and will get you where you need to go. Plus, (Y/N) loves her. If you do end up catching up with her, the least you can do is show up in a good-looking car,” Dean smirked as Sam threw the other keys back to him.

Throwing the car into drive, Sam sped out of the garage, desperate to find (Y/N) and hoping he wasn’t too far behind her. He wanted to apologize to her, tell her he still loved her, and was only speaking out of frustration. Of course, he wanted her to stay and keep hunting with him and Dean but he worried about her a lot, and seeing her hurt all the time, wasn’t good for anyone. Maybe he was being selfish but he thought he was doing the right thing for everyone when he really was hurting the one person who meant the most to him. He pushed the gas pedal down as hard as he could, not caring about the speed limits, and looking around to see if her vehicle had stopped anywhere, as his mind kept wandering off to the letter she left for Dean. Why didn’t she leave one for him? Did he hurt her that bad?

Sam’s POV

Damnit, I shouldn’t have told her to go and now, I can’t find her. What if I do find her and she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore? She easily could tell me to go to hell; I mean I did that already but it would be worse hearing it from her. Would she ever let me explain where I was coming from? If she didn’t, I don’t think I would blame her; I wouldn’t let me explain. I hadn’t realized how long I had been driving for but it was starting to get dark. My speed had decreased drastically as I figured I should pull over and rest for the night. It’d be no good for me driving at night when I was this upset over the whole situation. Maybe this still made me seem selfish but I didn’t want to end up dead before I got to her. Seeing a small bar off the side of the road, I go to pull into the parking lot, searching for (Y/N)’s car just in case she had done the same as me.

Getting out of the car, I lock Baby up and head inside, anxious to see if (Y/N) was there. Looking around the room, I’m met with a bunch of unfamiliar faces. I walk to the bar and order a shot of whiskey. The liquid burned as it went down my throat and temporarily made me feel better but that feeling went away quickly. Just as I was about to order my next shot, I look over out of the corner of my right eye and see that familiar face; the one who had been driving me insane.

She was sitting at a booth with some guy who couldn’t keep his hands off of her but she didn’t seem to mind. Was she crazy?! This guy is disgusting! How could she be okay with him touching her? I’m the only one who is allowed to touch her. Wait, no, I can’t think like that; I’m the one who broke up with her. But did she have to be looking at him with those big (y/e/c) eyes? And that perfect smile? She used to look at me like that all the time and now? My last memory of her was the look of pure sadness and somber; like I just kicked a puppy or something. No, I just broke her heart. Alright, I hate myself but I need to do something about it instead of just sitting here and watching her fall all over some random guy. I may regret this later but I figure I should go with it and see what happens.

“Hey baby, there you are. I was starting to worry about you,” I say, pulling a chair over to sit on the opposite side of where her “date” was. She looked over at me with a look of disgust but my jealous side told me I was doing the right thing.

“Go away, I don’t want to talk to you,” she says, turning back to the other guy, so I did the next best thing I thought to do. I stand up and wrap an arm around her waist, hoisting her over my shoulder. She screamed and started cussing me out, causing everyone to look at us.

“Just our honeymoon is all, she’s a bit nervous,” I lied, looking at the bartender who just nodded his head and smirked; dirty old man. Walking back out to Baby, (Y/N) hits my back several times, telling me I must’ve lost my mind to be treating her like this and she is going to fucking scream when I finally let her down.

“(Y/N) please, just let me explain,” I say, finally setting her down but still holding onto her arm.

“Why should I Sam? You made it very clear that we were over and that I was a burden to you; why can’t you just let me go? I just want my heart back because you destroyed it,” She says trying to wiggle free from my grasp.

“I can’t let you go,” I say, letting her out of my hold.

“You just did a few hours ago!” She says, growing frustrated with me.

“I didn’t mean anything I said back then; I’m so sorry,” I try to reason with her but I can tell she’s not buying it.

“Why even say it then?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes at me.

“I was talking out of my frustration. I hate seeing get hurt; you’ve almost died more than once. I hate that you’re just as much a Winchester as Dean and I are; just as stubborn. But you’re a damn good hunter and we’ve gotten better at this job because of you. I can’t imagine not having you hunt with us anymore; you’re too damn important to me now. I want you to stay; I need you to stay.”

She was quiet for a minute then spoke up, “you told me I was a burden to you, Sam. Do you know how that made me feel? You made me think you didn’t love me anymore. So when you told me to leave, I couldn’t fathom the words that were coming from your mouth. I sat in my car about a mile outside the Bunker and balled my eyes out. Do you not realize what you mean to me? I love you, Sam, but you just tossed me aside like I was nothing.”

“That wasn’t my intention, (Y/N)! I-I thought I was protecting you!” I yell.

��Okay you really don’t want to be yelling at me right now when you’re already on thin ice here, Winchester,” she warns and I apologize.

“I promise, that wasn’t what I meant to do. I thought I was protecting you by telling you, you were a burden on us. I knew that if I asked you not to hunt with us for a while, you’d just argue with me about why that’s not fair, so I figured if I told you that it was becoming too difficult for us to always care for you, that you would sit back yourself. And then it spiraled out of control from there and I kept up with the act that I didn’t care about you because I had to make you believe that you weren’t safe hunting. I never told you I didn’t love you; I can’t believe you thought that. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else and I know that’s a lot to hear because we’ve only really been dating for a short time but we started off as friends first and I knew from that very first day you came to us for help on a case, that I loved you. And then when you told me you had feelings for me too, I was so happy because finally, here’s this amazing woman who understands the business because she does it herself and I love her. But I talked to Dean and he made me realize I probably made the biggest mistake of my life and I am so, so sorry. I only said everything I did because I cared too damn much about your well-being. And I know, it’s dumb and doesn’t make any sense but it’s the truth. I hope you can forgive me and we can go back to just being us. And I am so sorry you cried; I hate when you’re sad. But if you’ll let me, I want to make it up to you.”

There was silence was settled between us for an agonizing amount of time before she did something I wasn’t expecting. She quickly closed the space between us and grabbed the back of my head to pull me into a kiss. Instantly, I grab onto her hips, holding her into place, while my lips let her know how much I truly missed her. I was growing tired of leaning over so I lifted her to my level, easily able to intensify the kiss. She held onto the back of my shirt like she was afraid she was dreaming and I would disappear at any minute, but I tried to convince her that I wasn’t going anywhere; I was too far invested in this. I broke the kiss for a minute, looking at the beautiful girl in my arms.

“I have an idea,” I said, setting her down and unlocking the car. She watches me closely as I unlock the door she was standing closest to and open the door to her.

“Get in,” I say. She does but doesn't understand what I was implying until I grabbed the bottom hemline of my shirt and lifted it over my head. When she realized what my idea was, she followed my lead, lifting her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor of the car. I duck down and make my way inside to the back seat, hovering over her as she lays across the seat. She looked up at me, never breaking eye contact until I kissed her again. My hands traveled down her body, and she reacted to my touch, back arching into me. She pulled away to remove her bra before attaching her lips to mine again. As more and more articles of clothing were being removed, she broke the silence for a minute.

“You know, Dean is going to kill us when he finds out we had sex back here.”

I laugh, knowing she was telling the truth and thinking what my brother’s reaction was going to be.

“Well, he doesn’t have to know; we’ll get her cleaned before we go back to the Bunker,” I say, trying not to make a big deal out of what we had planned.

“Oh, I don’t know, plus, how many times has he had sex back here?” She asked and I paused to think about it.

“You know, you’re probably right. I’m sure it’s been numerous times! Wanna just go check into that motel over there?” I suggest, throwing my head to the side to motion to the motel.

“I mean, that’s tempting but equally as disgusting. You know how questionable those rooms are! If we’re going to have sex, I want it to be special!” She kept her stance on the topic.

I sigh but realize she was right. I didn’t want to just sleep with her in the backseat of a car or at a dingy motel. As much as I was really wanting to go through with this, I figured we would have a much better time back at the Bunker.

“Alright, how about we just make out like some crazy teenagers for now and save the rest for later,” I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows at her. She laughs for a moment before reaching down to pick her bra back up but I stopped her.

“Why don’t you just leave that off for now,” I say, eyes trailing down to ger exposed chest before a devilish grin made its way across my face. Her cheeks redden but she throws the bra back and brings me back for another kiss, my hands traveling their way over each breast, savoring the way her skin felt against mine. I missed this feeling; having her with me and exploring every part of each other. And not just for a day or just to ‘scratch an itch,’ but because we loved one another and I needed her to know just how vital she was to my life. Without her, I cannot go on; I know this from experience so I knew I needed to do whatever it took to make her realize that I loved her.

And after a while and we began our journey home, my hand in hers as she sang along to the cassette tapes Dean had, I knew I finally found the happiness that I thought I couldn’t find because of the life I chose to lead and a life I prayed would never change. It may have been selfish to desire a happiness such as this but I also know I struggled to find peace so now that I have it, it’s like a precious artifact that I will fight to protect at all costs, no matter the risk to my own life, because that I what you do when you love someone.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Rapper Erik has a sex tape and nudes that leaked and Reader is a huge fan that slides in his DM’s to shoot her shot.

Warnings: SMUT, TONS of Nasty talk, Choking, Spanking, Daddy Kink. Mash-up with another Marvel Character.

So I hope you guys enjoy this one! I made up these rap names and I figured they fit Erik perfectly so let me know if you agree or disagree lmao. Like, & Reblog.

“D-D-DADDDDYYYYYYYYY”

“Shut the fuck up, Bitch.”

The phone rattled and smacked against whatever surface it was perched on.

“OH MY GOD-”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the FUCK-UP?” His large hand reached around to cover the chicks mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut as tears dragged down her cheeks, running her makeup. Her body bounce from crying while his mouth was pressed to her ear, his words coming out harsh and menacing.

“You’re too fucking loud. You beg for this dick, you listen to me when I tell you to close your goddamn mouth, HEAR ME?” He cracked her ass like a whip with his large hand, “Getting on my fucking nerves,” He thrust forward while mushing her head down further into the bed of his tour bus. From what it looked like, it was a bunk bed. You could only see His toned arms, lower abs, and legs while he fucked her. The girl getting all that demon dick was arched over with her dress up and around her waist.

E-rratic Leader

Trill Erik

Grizzly

KING KILLMONGER

KILL-OCHO

Her favorite Bay Area rapper. The man she watched all over social media and whenever he was on tour in her city, Detroit. The rapper who came out with her favorite album of his, SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY. She has that album on repeat everyday. The rapper responsible for the hashtag on Twitter and Instagram #ThirstErikkk. Every bitch wanted and needed that man in their lives. It was because of this very video that leaked all over the internet. You wouldn’t miss it even if it was reported or taken down. All the chicks had a copy. It wasn’t just this video, he had nudes of him showing off his dick too.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! Her cheeks were bouncing off E-rratic’s pelvis.

Y/N scrambled while in the bathroom of her place of employment to turn down the volume. A co-worker walked in without warning and Y/N didn’t have time to prepare herself. She paused with her hand up her skirt, three fingers still knuckle deep in that pussy and all her cream drizzling down the crack of her ass.

“Y/N? Girl?”

“Yeah?” Y/N wanted to remove her fingers from her pussy but if she did, Her coworker may hear it loud and clear.

“Are you okay? You’ve been in here for like thirty minutes. We were going to grab some food for lunch are you coming?”

Go with her coworkers to eat from a food truck or stay behind to play with this pussy to E-rratic? The decision was unanimous.

“Nah, babe, I’m gonna go out a little later I have work to catch up on.”

“You sure? That House of Wraps food truck you like so much will be out today and you know they don’t stay long.”

“I’ll just catch them on Friday,” Y/N rolled her eyes into her head. If this bitch didn’t leave her horny high will be at an all time low.

“Okay...you’re loss. Next time, alright!”

So what, Becky, now take your ass on I’m tryna bust a nut, bitch, Y/N thought.

“Okay!” Y/N replied with a faux nice voice.

Waiting, Y/N finally heard the bathroom door clicked shut. Her fingers began moving while her other hand started the screen recorded video again. She turned up the volume enough for her to hear because all that ass clapping sounded like someone was getting slapped repeatedly across their face.

“Knocking on my bus door looking for me. That stage wasn’t enough, girl?”

“N-NO DADDY.” Erik, E-rratic, damn near bulldozed her pussy with his powerful hips. He was fucking that groupie bitch. All in her guts. Y/N had to hiss as she shakes her head. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head fell back against the wall behind the toilet. Her legs came up to spread like an eagles wings. The heels of her pumps dragged against the walls of the bathroom stall chipping the paint.

“Mad cuz I had that bitch in those little white shorts grinding on this dick? Ain’t my fault yall hoe’s love me.”

“Fuckkkk, ahhhhhh,” Her hands reached back to drag down E-rratic’s abs. He smacked her hands away before grabbing her hair. The groupie’s hands reached out in front of her to grab onto anything but Erik, E-rratic, tilted his hips and drilled her pussy while pulling her weave. Y/N knew for a fact that this groupie chicks guts were scrambled and her walls were aching. All that thick and long killer dick going in and out of her.

“Come here,” E-rratic pulls the girl up with his hand still in her hair, flipping her around and picking her up. All Y/N could hear was the girl whimpering and whining. E-rratic slammed that bitch on his dick and fucked her while standing. Y/N could see the muscles in his legs flex along with his abs. The chick was so little wrapped around him. His hands squeezed and popped her ass each time she cried.

“Just fuck me like that, nigga, SHIT,” Y/N mouthed while finger-fucking herself, “That’s some good long dick.”

“Stay here. Stay on this DICK.”

“Yes,” The groupie cries.

“Daddy dick got you cumming again?” Y/N could see his hand come up, most likely to wrap around this girls neck. Y/N wished she could see his face. She wanted to cum on his face to be honest. Ride his beard and make him drown. E-rratic took his hand to pop that hoe ass, then, his large hand jiggled that little booty. He was man handling that girl.

“Fuck this dick. Fuck it right now. DO IT,” He whacked that ass again, “I said DO IT, hear me?”

“Umph,mmhh,” The groupie chick brought one arm up to wrap around his broad shoulders, her other hand reaching back to grab the railing of the bunk bed. With all the strength in her little hips, that bitch went super freak, bouncing on that dick in the air. E-rratic was LOVING THAT TOO MUCH.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, bitch? That’s how you take dick? That’s how you like riding pipe?” WHACK, “You are getting the best facial from your favorite rapper, ma, all this nut. I want your pretty ass to show all your friends what Grizzly can do, aight?” He grabs her hips to fuck her while she fucked him. Y/N stared hypnotized at his heavy sack bouncing and smacking that chick’s ass.

Y/N’s ass clenched on that toilet as her own nut came before she could even finish the damn video. She squirts all over the bathroom floor. The fluids hitting the door too. She had on five inch pumps so she would have to be very careful not to slip and fall. Y/N almost squirted again when she watched E-rratic lift that girl off his dick. All that thick, long dick reappearing from that girl. Shit was amazing.

“On your fucking knees before I make you,” out of nowhere, he reached out to lightly slap the girl’s face, “Suck this Daddy dick, baddie.”

The groupie wasted no time engulfing that dick. She sucked like her life depended on it. That was her favorite rapper. Spilling the nut would be disrespectful. He talked about how pissed he gets when bitches spill the nut in a few of his songs. If Y/N ever has a chance with him, she would drink that nigga dry.

“That’s a good girl,” He pulled her hair to make her look up at him. His dick pushed in further, almost making her fall back on her ass.

“Nope. Don’t you fucking move with my dick in your mouth, bitch. YES, yeahhhhhh, little fucking slut. Nasty fucking bitch.”

He was so blunt and vulgar. The degrading made Y/N whimper like she was sucking the dick. She woke up that morning wanting to suck his dick before she could even stretch her limbs. No nigga ever made her want to do that. Dick for breakfast fucking around with him.

“Am I making Daddy’s dick cum?” The groupie chick asked Erik while sucking the tip of his dick, “Can Daddy cum all over my slutty face? Can I have Daddy’s cum, please?”

“Nasty, bitch, of course you can,” E-rratic made the chick gurgle on his dick, “You can have all this good nut, gon’ bust right now if you keep sucking the tip of my dick like that,” He grunted so loud Y/N was sure his tour crew could hear everything, “Milk this dick, hmph, suck all that nut out my fucking dick, yes, oh, MY GOD, ohhhhhhh you are good, bitch, you are good. Ah, fuck, Ah, FUCK-”

When was the last time he bust a nut? That cum was tremendous. It spurted and propelled out like a wave crashing a rock. The groupie had to close her eyes so she wouldn’t go blind from his nut. Her mouth unhinged and her tongue rolled out so long that it touched the bottom of her chin. That dick was so harddddddddd.

“I wish I could slurp that up,” Y/N rubbed slow circles over her clit, “Yesssss damn daddy wish I was there sucking on that dick and balls and nut all in my mouth inbox me yo where you at,” Y/N laughed to herself. If only E-rratic answered his damn DM’s. When she saw how much and how hard he came, she made a promise to make sure the next time every drop was deep inside her instead of some other bitch. That was it. All these irrelevant bitches got a chance to have KING KILLMONGER. It wasn’t fair.

“So much fun to play in and taste, Daddy,” This girl was a freak. As much as she wanted to, Y/N couldn’t be mad, she applauded that bitch. Y/N would be doing the same thing if given the opportunity.

“Damn, ma,” The groupie chick grabs his dick to jerk it, “You so damn DICK HUNGRY.”

The groupie chick let out a short laughter before getting up from the floor to lay on the bed. She looked over at the phone then reached out her hand to end the video while Erik walks away naked with his elephant trunk of a dick swinging. Y/N lifted from the toilet, pulling her skirt down and grabbing her purse from the back of the bathroom door. She adjusts her feet in her shoes before walking out. She washed her hands and freshened up. Luckily no one came in. Y/N folded up her panties to place inside of her purse. She turned to the mirror, watching her reflection and fluffing out her perm rod set. After applying a bit more lip gloss and mascara, Y/N left the bathroom just when environmental services was coming in. She felt bad then for leaving her mess on the floor but if she finger-fucked her pussy at her cubicle instead she would have soaked the chair and the carpet. She made her way back to her cubicle, thankful that everyone was still gone for lunch. Now, her stomach grumbled. Nothing to eat but a pack of almonds and a Nature Valley bar. She felt too weak to go and grab some food so she moved the wireless mouse around the pad to wake her computer up. Online shopping. She quickly minimized to check her work email. Working for a law firm as a paralegal was very demanding. Before she could get back into the grind, her phone lit up and buzzed a few times. Glancing over while typing, she spotted an Instagram post that a friend of hers tagged her in. Y/N read the title of the post:

E-rratic Leader AKA Kill-OCHO responds to sex tape leak and nudes + talks of new album release.

Y/N practically scrambled to open that post up. Luckily, it was a IGTV video on The Shade Room that was at least 17 minutes long. He looked so...fucking...good. Smile on his face, dreads braided back, gold chains around his neck, ice grill on his bottom row teeth, black turtle neck fitting tightly with a Supreme x Louis Vuitton denim jacket on. She couldn’t see his jeans and shoes but she wished she did. Those tattoo covered hands rubbed together almost calculating while his piercing black eyes looked around the table of radio personalities who would be interviewing him. E-rratic, Grizzly, Kill-OCHO, was so damn calm. He didn’t need to hide behind a pair of shades or slouch in his seat with his goons behind him to check anybody if they talked out of pocket. No, he was alone and taking sips of his bottled water. The tattoo on his neck of flames and what looked like the Punisher skull must be a new tattoo addition to the rest of his beautiful body art.

“Good afternoon GOOD AFTERNOON, or in the words of the Leader-”

“Yeee Yeee!” E-rratic said into the microphone. Everyone laughed. He was famous for saying Yee all over the internet.

“It’s your girl Amanda,” The first radio personality spoke and she’s also the lead for this New York radio station and podcast.

“It’s Nee-Nee!” She was a 5’2 plus size chick with a purple fro and a spunky attitude.

“It’s yah boy Raphe,” Jamacian native with free form dreads.

“And this is DJ Benz,” He played a little bit of GANG GANG from the JACKBOYS and Travis Scott album. E-rratic bopped in his seat a little bit causing the others to rock with him. Nee-Nee hit a hard Milly Rock that had everyone cheering her on.

“Aye, go, Nee-Nee, fuck it up ma,” E-rratic spoke all smooth into the mic with a raspy voice. Nee-Nee stopped dancing while laughing with mirth.

“Okay OKAY,” Amanda clapped her hands together, E-rratic looking over at her while fixing the beats headphones around his ears, “We have a special guest with us on the radio today, he is responsible for all the ladies favorite hashtag, #ThirstErikkk, number one album last year; SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY, He’s got a new album coming out towards the end of this year titled Punisher, a Bay Area native, Why don’t you introduce yourself and all your AKA’s, handsome?”

A bunch of OOOO’s and AHHHH’s filled the room after Amanda said that. E-rratic shook his head while stroking his beard.

“Teh,” He let out a short laugh, “Wassup, it’s Erik AKA The E-rratic Leader, AKA Grizzly, AKA Kill-OCHO-”

“OCHO!” DJ Benz yelled out. Laughter erupted again.

“AKA KING KILLMONGER, AKA Trill Erik, AKA,” He pulled down his turtleneck to reveal his new tattoo, “Punisher.”

“That’s a lot of AKA’s,” Nee-Nee spoke with a laugh, “But you forgot one though.”

E-rratic raised a single brow, “What?”

“AKA Thirst Trap Erik-”

“Nah, on mamas that ain’t me,” He put on a charming smile with all that ice in his mouth, “Thirst Erik getting old.”

“How though?” Nee-Nee jokes.

“Outta pocket,” E-rratic laughs.

“Now, Kill, you know why we are here this morning talking to you. A very...scandalous and highly sexual video surfaced on the internet just two days ago while you were doing a concert here in NYC -”

“You mean porn?” Raphe says with a sly smirk. E-rratic cracked a smile while stroking his beard.

“A fan of yours, we won’t mention her name, secretly recorded the both of you having sex on your tour bus. Um...let’s just say this is the first leaked sex tape that I’ve seen that is so damn...nasty. Like...everything was out in the open. EVERYTHING. The nasty talk, the full on nudity, all of that. Could you touch bases with us and tell us-the radio, how you feel after this big scandal?”

“Honestly,” He shrugs, making his chains move around his neck, “I’m good. I woke up, pissed, brushed my teeth, took a meditating shower, had some decent fucking breakfast from room service for once, hit the gym, went to the studio to record for my album and now I’m here,” Erik looked around at everyone, “Do I look bothered though?”

“No, which surprises me,” Nee-Nee spoke with caution, “Your face wasn’t in the frame so you could have denied everything this girl put out but yet...you don’t care?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” E-rratic spoke into the mic with his lips practically hitting it, “I had sex with a fan, it was fun, I bust a couple of nuts. I slept fine,” He licked his lips with a smile.

“You don’t think that her recording the both of you having sex was offensive?” Raphe asked.

“Nah, shawty was a groupie chick. It’s expected with her type. I don��t care. The pussy was good, she freaky like I like em’, I had a good couple of nuts, and sent her on her way with my cum on her face.”

He talked so casually about this. Y/N watched with a wide mouth.

“Wow,” Amanda fans herself, “Um, you’re really something, Kill.”

“He’s erratic like his name,” DJ Benz jokes while playing a snippet of one of E-rratic’s songs called Demon Mode. The beat was so killer and ferocious. Definitely a fight song. All of his music are fight songs. He can tear the club up.

Definitely,” He bit his bottom lip.

“Are you still in contact with the girl from the video-” E-rratic cuts Amanda off.

“No.” E-rratic let that be known quick, “I’m single.”

“How does your PR team feel about this?” Nee-Nee asked.

“Ain’t much they can do but ride the wave. Social Media is the beast of the cyber world. Shit will never go away. I’ll always be known as Erik with the big dick-”

“Amen to that,” Amanda says while dragging her eyes up and down E-rratic’s body, “I thought Yahya had it all but when I saw you-”

“Okayyyyyy,” Raphe said to change the subject, “Let’s talk about the album. It’s rumored to be titled Punisher and you have a Punisher tattoo with flames on your neck. Also, you’ve been posting on Twitter and Instagram images of you with a Punisher skull mask on and Black Ops gear with a whole lot of guns. What’s this about?”

“Hmm,” E-rratic squints his eyes, “I don’t know if ya’ll are ready for the reason why I titled it Punisher-”

“You can tell us,” Amanda pushed.

“I really can’t it ain’t for the faint hearted,” E-rratic laughs, “It’s not meant to be discussed honestly.

“So...what you’re saying is...you’re really a bad boy?”

He did nothing but smile. Y/N’s thighs shook.

“I think I have a crush on you,” Amanda grabs his shoulder. His eyes looked from her hand to her face, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Amanda blushes.

Y/N rolled her eyes. This chick wasn’t worried about E-rratic before the video and nudes leaked. Y/N could recall a time when she talked shit about E-rratic saying that he has too much of an ego. This is what happens when bitches see a fine ass man with a big dick. Plus, he could fuck some pussy up. No need to talk about it when you can see it on his sex tape.

“I bet your DM’s are popping off, man,” DJ Benz said with an envious tone.

“It’s always been jumping off just new heads popping up,” E-rratic clarified.

“Okay, we have a few callers, wassup?” Amanda greeted the caller.

“HI!!” She sounded so chipper.

“Say hi to E-rratic.”

“Hi, E-rratic,” She spoke in a honeyed tone.

“What’s good, ma?”

“My name is Chelsea,” She said seductively.

“Nice to meet you. Where are you from?” He asked.

“The Bronx.”

“Cool, what’s your question?”

“How do you keep all that dick in your jeans? I know it must be mad uncomfortable.”

The entire room erupted with laughter.

“What?! I genuinely want to know,” Chelsea giggles.

“Just gotta’ deal wit’ it. It is what it is. Just like chicks got big titty problems niggas got big dick problems.”

“Next person, wassup?”

“Hello, didn’t expect for my call to be answered!”

What’s your name, girl?” E-rratic asked into the mic.

“Sasha, Queens girl.”

“Okay, Queens, ask me.”

“What kind of girls do you date? I haven’t actually seen you date anyone?”

“I like em’ educated and street smart, all shapes and sizes, supportive, black and beautiful, a little bougie cuz why not? Independent, and of course hella freaky. You fit into any of those categories, ma?”

“Yes,” She spoke timidly with a nervous laugh

“Then I know you’re a bad one,” He spoke more gentle into the mic, “Don’t be shy talking to me.”

“Okay, Kill,” Sasha sounded like she was ready to pull up to that radio station and get some dick herself, “You really love all women the same. That is so sexy to me.”

“Yes the fuck I do.” E-rratic spoke roughly into the mic. Nee-Nee was sitting back fanning herself and blushing like E-rratic was talking to her and not the caller.

“Nee-Nee, you might want to shoot your shot,” Raphe jokes.

Amanda ended the call before asking another question, “We know the Punisher album hasn’t been announced for a release date yet but could you give us a tease?”

“I dropped a tease on my YouTube called Backseat Interlude.”

“Ohhhhh, yesssss,” Amanda squirmed in her seat, “You use the backseat a lot?”

“Maybe I do,” E-rratic licks his lips, “You heard it you’ll know if I do or not.”

“It’s already ten million views,” Raphe applauded him, “Not a surprise though you come out with hit after hit.”

“Thanks, Bro, I appreciate the love for my craft, and as far as my city goes I wouldn’t be where I am without ya’ll,” E-rratic reps the Bay where he is from.

“Thank you, E-rratic- I mean,” Amanda pulls down his turtleneck again, “Punisher. We are looking forward to hearing the new album and thanks for clearing the air about your sex tape.”

“No problem, it’s always a pleasure when I come here.”

The video ended.

Y/N was in a trance. She wanted this man even more now. Why did he have to be in New York right now? The Detroit show wasn’t for another month but damn she needed him. Tonight called for Y/N sliding into his DM’s again until he finally answers. She was patient. Her time was coming. Y/N has faith.

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“I hope ya’ll motherfuckers listening to that Backseat Interlude!” E-rratic was seated in the studio with a Hennessy bottle in one hand and weed in the other, “I got a little contest for all you Bad Bitches. Post the baddest gangsta girl picture with one of the ski masks from my clothing line. I’ll choose the one I like the most and if I’m coming to your city, you get to meet me backstage.”

Twitter was blowing up. Now, it was #GangstaBaddieChallenge on Twitter. Two hashtags related to this fine ass man. On Instagram, his following went from 8.8 Million to 13.7 Million in just a few days. Luckily, Y/N has one of the ski masks he was referring to. It was hot pink with a gun embroidered on the forehead and a broken heart on the left cheek. She posted it on her Twitter, already gaining replies from friends:

Loddi_93: Bitch! LLAB you are not playing! I hope you win though!

KendrickSmith: Y/N, you still ain’t hit me back

Beautiful&Black: LOOK AT MY COUSIN! Yessssss! Get his attention!

MeganBrown: Girl, why didn’t you tell me you were doing the challenge?!

Y/N was laid up in bed with a full face of makeup and her titties sitting pretty in a coral pink top. She knew she was a beautiful girl but the other women who participated in the challenge took it up two notches. Ass pics, weed pics, some pics holding guns, Y/N didn’t have a fucking chance. She was a loyal fan since he was underground back in 2008 on MySpace. As soon as he went mainstream in 2010, people hopped on the bandwagon. To Y/N, that’s her man. He didn’t know it yet, but he is all hers.

“Damn, Daddy,” Y/N praised E-rratic while liking all his recent pictures on Instagram. She shook her head at how fine he is. Tattoos, scarring all over his chest, back, and abdomen. Wild tapered dreads, Grillz in his mouth, the hardest drip she had ever seen. He didn’t look bummy like some other rappers. This man has smooth skin like a baby, sparkling white teeth, clean fingernails, pretty feet, and he can cook. He probably smelled like Shea Butter, Mango Butter, Coconut Oil, Sweet almond Oil, that GUCCI GUILTY cologne...mmm. Y/N was Horny and in desperate need for some dick, Y/N went to her photos on her phone to stare at his dick. She felt the wind knocked out of her lungs again and it was her tenth time looking at the photo. Sunset in the background pouring in from his hotel window. Long, thick, veiny dick covered in massage oil with those thick fingers covered in rings wrapped around the base. Hairless, smooth, succulent, nice fat tip. Y/N wanted to sit all her weight on his dick reverse cowgirl. Ride that D on her feet while looking back at his sexy ass. He was dead wrong for being that fine. Totally disrespectful.

“Oh my God,” Y/N groaned. She could send him something else to his DM’s. She went to her DM to pull up all the unread messages she sent him since 2016. So many. She sent the #GangstaBaddieChallenge pic first, then, she undressed accept for her panties. Y/N started filming a video. She already had Backseat Interlude playing in the background on a loop. Her pussy was shiny and slippery like a honeycomb in those panties. Phat pussy lips, nice big clit to nibble on, wide labia like wings on a butterfly fresh out of its cocoon. As soon as she put her fingers in her pussy, it sounded like she was whipping up cream filling for a dessert. She played all in her pussy with her hand inside her panties to conceal her juicy box from his eyes. While playing with her hidden pussy she told him how wet she is:

"Baby, I wish you could see how wet this pussy is for you right now."

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy?"

"Fuck baby, my pussy is dripping all over my fingers. I wish it was your dick."

"Tell me how bad you wanna see my wet pussy."

Y/N wanted to make him beg to see it. She’s the one in power right now. Tease him. She pulled her hand out of her panties to show him her fingers that are covered with her wetness. Then, she Licks them clean. Now, she really wanted to make a mess. Y/N knew that if she stroked her pussy with her fingers, she would squirt. She wanted to squirt right through her panties.

“Daddy, I’m such a huge fan,” She licked her lips, “I’m playing Daddy’s favorite game. You like it when I tease you, don’t you?”

Y/N moved her fingers in and out at a slow pace. Her eyes closed and her mouth stayed wide open.

“Can I cum for daddy, hm?” She asked in the sweetest little voice, “You can cum for me deep down my throat. Mm, I know it’s so hard right now, Daddy. I know it’s leaking. Oh, my goodness, when I pull those pants down and see that thick dick throbbing...umph, let me take care of you.”

Before Y/N could even stop the amount of mess that she made. Her juices set off like a rocket, covering the crotch of her pink panties and the bed. Soaking wet and creamy. Y/N couldn’t end it if she tried. Her pussy leaked and leaked. Her gratifying moans sounded so pure for such a naughty girl. Not once did she show him her pussy.

“Come lick me now,” She whispered before ending the video. Y/N allowed her body to relax from spasming. Now, Y/N had a mess to clean. She took off her panties and threw them inside her hamper right along with her sheets. She grabbed a new bed set and replaced it on her queen sized bed before heading to the shower. Y/N scrubbed her body down with a sugar scrub after showering before rinsing that off too. Fresh face, wearing nothing but a little t-shirt, Y/N got back into bed. She snuggled into her pillows before yawning. With no plans to sleep, Y/N took to social media again to check in with the challenge. Y/N couldn’t stand a chance. It made her picture almost seem laughable. And then there is the video of her cumming that she sent him. What if he didn’t even look at the DM? Wasn’t surprising seeing as Mr. E-rratic Leader himself specifically mentioned in a Vibe interview that he never answers his DM’s it’s either call his work cell, personal cell, or email him. He felt like DM’s were to messy and communication off of social media if it were to be personal is better but Y/N still tried. She’d been trying since 2016. She opened her Instagram one last time before she went to bed to check things out. The hype over his delicious sex tape still buzzed. All the chicks on her timeline posted videos listening to his music, made him their MCM, wore his merch. After scrolling up and down for almost an hour and liking food posts, her phone vibrated with an Instagram notification in her DM’s Y/N clicked on it to find something she hadn’t expected. Her heart sank to her stomach. Her mouth became dry. Her eyes were wide and unblinking.

E-rratic Leader

-You took this Gangsta Baddie challenge to a whole other level huh?

Y/N had this day planned out many times before. She knew what she would say to him if he finally decided to answer his DM’s from her but she honestly hadn’t expected him to reply...EVER. E-rratic was in her damn DM’s. The superstar rapper. Y/N knows that E-rratic gets a ton of nudes and sexual videos sent to his DM’s so what made him reply to hers specifically? Y/N is probably the only fan he ever responded to. What made her so special tonight when there are thousands and thousands of other bad bitches he could have responded to? She didn’t even show her phat gushy pussy to him. Y/N basically teased his ass and squirted through her panties.

-I know you read my DM. You gonna answer my question?

Y/N typed out something then nervously put her phone face down.

Yes, I wanted to impress you! I’m a huge fan!

-You’ve been sending a nigga DM’s since 2016 LOL. I believe you, ma.

Y/N read that and almost fainted. She couldn’t believe it. Then reality set in. He actually watched the video she sent. Probably scrolled up some more to see all of the sexy half naked images she sent him days, months, and years before. All of that hard work and dedication finally paid off. She squealed loudly into her pillow. Taking a calming breath, Y/N sat up in her bed to type back a response. All she wanted him to do was keep replying to her messages. If he stopped, she would probably cry.

You don’t know this yet but, we’re in a relationship, LOL. You have been my man since 2008 on MySpace. This is so wild that you’re talking to me right now.

He replied in two minutes. Y/N damn near screamed.

-I got a secret girlfriend out there that I don’t know about ?! LLAB damn, ma, I’ve been neglecting you, huh? Daddy fucking up, sweetheart?

“YES! YES THE FUCK YOU ARE!” Y/N said aloud in her room.

Mhm you’ve been fucking around with these hoes while missing a chance with me. I still listen to your Lost Tribe mixtape from 2009 okay! SAUCIN ERIK TRILLOGY is my shit too!!!! LOL. I basically love everything you do.

-DAMN. Lost Tribe?! You still bumping that? I appreciate the love, sweetheart. You’ve been rocking wit me since day one. You could have been my girl if I wasn’t out here doing me, LOL.

At least he’s brutally honest. The only thing Y/N caught from that is when he said she could have been his girl. So, there is a possibility that she could have been his Trap Princess? his Baby Girl? He shouldn’t have said that shit to her. Now, he needs to make that a reality.

Just make me your girl it’s already fate, Erik, LOL

-You prefer Erik or E-rratic? Which one?

I like Erik because I feel like I know you on a personal level when I say it.

-I only asked because you were moaning my name in that video instead of my rap name. Where are you from?

Detroit! I’m surprised you’re even talking to me right now you never answer your DM’s

Y/N wanted him to tell her why now is he answering his DM’s.

-I’m in Chicago right now. I was in bed on Instagram and I kept getting DM notifications, like five back to back from the same chick, you, LOL. So, I recognize the name since you’ve DM’d me before so I was just like fuck it, let me at least read this shit and as soon as I open it I see this video of you fingering your pussy while Backseat Interlude plays in the background on repeat. I’m not gonna lie...that shit got my dick standing up.

Y/N hadn’t expected a long thorough reply but damn, God bless him. He recognized her name from previous DM’s, and his dick was extra hard right now after watching her video. The muscles in Y/N’s abdomen crunched and her thighs squeezed shut.

-What’s your name?

Y/N

-Pretty name. Did you play in your pussy like that when my nudes and sex tape leaked?

Yes

-How many times?

Y/N shivered at the memory.

At least 8

-Damn, 8? You lying to me?

No, I promise I’m not

-That’s a lot of cum ma, LOL

I know, LOL. I couldn’t help myself. I was jealous.

-You shouldn’t be. I’m talking to you in my DM’s. First fan I ever talked to in my DM’s. And you actually know my music. That groupie chick just wanted some dick.

Do you regret fucking her?

-Nah.

Why?

-Because she was a freaky bitch with some good wet pussy. I never regret shit like that.

Y/N covered her face with her pillow. She knew he would say that. E-rratic likes his girls extra freaky. He also likes turning shy girls into freaks too.

-Are you mad, ma?

No, I’m not

-Cool, cuz I like talking to you. What did you like about my sex tape?

Everything

-Nope. I want you to tell me what you liked.

How rough you were when you fucked her.

-You remember the way I shut that bitch up?

Yes.

-How did I do it then?

You put your hand over her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up.

-So...that’s how you want it too?

Yes Daddy

-I pull hair and wrap my hand around bitches necks. You want Daddy to do you like that?

Yes, I do.

-If you want all of that you gotta DM me that pussy. I know she pretty.

Y/N was losing her damn mind. E-rratic wanted to see her pretty pussy. Her celebrity crush. This situation was like something she’d dreamt up. Y/N had plenty of nights where she used her spit covered fingers to rub her clit and fuck herself silly when she thought about E-rratic or even listened to his music. That pretty pussy of hers glimmered with her candied juices. Y/N sat up on her elbows, legs wide and resilient, bringing her phone to her pussy to capture a video. While she was doing this her phone buzzed a few times, probably messages from an impatient E-rratic who could be sleeping but instead he was up entertaining Y/N. His biggest fan. She made sure her flash was on since it was dim lighting in her room. Y/N spread her pussy lips with her purple nails, making sure to capture her big clit that she was proud to have along with her fleshy and drenched labia. She rubbed her clit a little bit to spread her syrup around before bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck on. Her asshole was even in the video too. Her juices seeped down to her asshole, making it glisten. Y/N sends the video off and prepared herself for his reaction. She nibbled on her fingers, eyes staring down at her phone with fear. She hoped that he would love it.

E-rratic Leader

-Don’t act shy now

-Where is that pussy?

-DAMN!! I NEED TO BE LICKIN’ AND SUCKIN’ ON THAT PUSSY RIGHT NOW MMM!

Y/N squealed. Her hands came up to cover her face while her pussy literally jumped between her legs. E-rratic wanted her pussy in his mouth and he wrote it in all caps. He was thrilled to see what Y/N was working with.

OMG. I can’t believe you just said that to me! you really like it? Oh my gosh this is not happening right now

-They say a way to a woman's heart is through her clit is that what I gotta do, ma? Suck your soul through your clit? Make that pussy pulse like a heartbeat? What do I gotta do, ma? Damn that shit is beautiful. I bet that motherfucker take a lot of cum. Shit, girl

He was begging her. Y/N imagined him licking his phone and stroking his dick. Probably also cursing and grunting because she was in Detroit while he’s in Chicago.

Please omg I need this badly! Please Daddy! I’m your biggest fan!

-Dayum sexy. That clit looking juicy and sweet. I want your little ass.

Oh my God! Erik thank you! I’m so happy that you like my pussy, baby

-Shit. You know what I like.

-You’re welcome cutie pie

-I love women with phat clits. I wanna suck it, lick it, and drive you crazy. I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied you bust in my mouth good enough.

ohhhhhh but I need this right now.

-Wish I was eating that motherfucker right now. Kiss that shit as soon as I see you.

Just lick me now! Come to Detroit. If you plan on sucking my clit like that we need to get a little more acquainted, LOL

-Baby girl, I will have you screaming every night.

-Work that clit with Daddy’s tongue then suck and pull it in my mouth. Put my tongue deep in your pussy too.

“FUCK,” Y/N kissed her teeth. Her hands were back between her legs again. She didn’t hold back with putting three fingers in her pussy to stroke. If only E-rratic was there to watch her finger-fuck her pussy.

-You have a cute ass moan too. I just wanna make you cry and squirt. Want me to kiss that pretty girl goodnight?

-You better fucking answer me. I thought you were my biggest fan, baby girl?

Daddy, please. I can’t stop touching myself because of you.

-Damn, ma, I really wanna dick you down right now. Why you gotta be in Detroit?

I’m so sorry Daddy. My pussy is wet and hungry for your dick

Y/N’s sexual appetite for this man was insatiable.

-I’ll be in Detroit in about a month. I really don’t know if I can wait that long. You really have my dick hard as fuck over here. I should have just ignored your fine ass but here I am with my dick in my hand stroking it to your pussy.

Daddy, I need that big dick. Erik, your dick is so big. I can’t stop staring at your nudes. It's so long and phat Daddy.

-Thank you, ma. I hope you’re this freaky in person when I come to your city.

I’m Daddy’s nasty girl, don’t worry

-How should I fuck you when I see you? Hm? Or should I make your fine ass fuck me instead?

So many options. Y/N would be honored to fuck E-rratic and be the girl responsible for making that dick cum. She would work up a sweat for him. She isn’t scared, Y/N will take that big dick in her pussy for however long it needed to be. She will make E-rratic remember her damn name even if they never end up being together.

-I love it when a woman can get up on top of my dick and just long-stroke herself no matter how big my shit is. I like it when I can just stand behind her with a hard dick and she just fuck herself with it while she arched on the bed. Standing still and providing a pole for her to work with. That creamy ass pussy. I need it in my life.

- Your pussy cream a lot too so I know it’s gonna be a mess for you to clean up with that mouth. Look at all that squirting you did in that video. I’m gonna make you sit on my face when you’re done creaming all on my dick like that hmmmm. As long as I’m in Detroit I’m taking that puss whenever I want it.

I’ll give you whatever you want Daddy. Whatever you want. Just fuck me.

Y/N brought her creamy fingers up to rub her clit with. She was aching for him.

Daddy please fuck me when you come here I want to be your good little bitch. You can fuck all my holes Daddy. I’ll let you have me any way you want.

-All your holes huh? You must really love me to want my dick in your mouth, pussy, and ass. If I put this big dick in your ass you will never forget trust me when I say that, ma. Better not flinch either. Take every inch of this dick baby.

-I gotta feed that pussy this dick nice and slow at first cuz you haven’t had dick like mine. Feel every inch slide inside you. Got my blood hot and I can’t even touch you and fuck you.

“Mmmmhhh,” Y/N moaned out pleasantly while cumming. Her pussy twitched around nothing because it was starving for his huge dick.

Please Daddy? pretty please? You have a big phat dick. Such a big dick for me Daddy. I’ll be a very good girl and take all of it. I won’t disappoint you Daddy I promise. I promise I just need it so bad. I want you to fuck my throat.

-I need to stop talking to you SMMFH.

-Daddy would love to FUCK your throat. You don’t even have to ask baby girl. Daddy gon’ do it anyway. I absolutely love a nasty bitch like you. Wrap those sweet hungry lips around this dick.

-I’m laying in bed with my nut all over my stomach and chest. All of this because of you.

Wish I could come lick it up for you and then turn around with my ass in your face and sit on your dick. I’ll be your number one fan, Daddy. You’ll see.

-Good Girl. Always be a good girl for Daddy. You’re only role is to give up that pussy when Daddy tells you to, okay?

Yes Daddy

-If not you’ll just get pinned down and stuffed like a little fucking slut. Only good girls get rewarded, ma. It’s not like you’re getting a choice bitch.

I’m a good girl, I always take it like a good girl. Every single time big Daddy. Always Daddy.

You didn’t stop messaging me! I’m so happy! You must really like talking to me Erik

-I do like talking to you. You made the rest of my night because I put in mad hours at the studio for this feature I’m supposed to be doing with Drake. I’m hella exhausted.

Well maybe you should get some sleep handsome. You have a big show tomorrow and you don’t want to disappoint your fans.

-Yeah never that. I put on everywhere I go. I can’t wait to put on for your city so I can see you.

You always do every time you come! A month is too long for me.

-I got Ohio next then Philly then Michigan. I’m taking a break to record a little bit after Chicago.

Ugh! Okay LOL I’m worried you’ll forget about your biggest fan.

-I promise, ma, I won’t. I enjoyed this a little too much for me to forget about you. How about I hit you up on video chat after my show?

REALLY?! I would love that! Please don’t forget.

-I won’t LOL. I got you, ma. Stay beautiful and wet for Daddy, okay? I wanna see more of that pussy when I hit you up.

Okay Daddy

-Aight, love. Good night

Good night Erik.

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You Attempt Suicide After An Argument (Pt. 2)

.I know that this is a very serious topic, and I do not take suicide lightly. I myself have suffered with anorexia and depression before and it sucks. The best advice I can give is to tell someone, it doesn’t matter who. You can always come to me, my inbox is always open. Stay safe, friends.

Masterlist

Hyung Line

Jimin:

You stood and watched as he entered the small family-run cafe, his hands entwined with another woman’s. You watched as he smiled down at her, no love in his eyes, but to her she was looking at her world. You stood and stared as he leaned down to peck her lips. You walked across the street, paying no attention to the traffic as you went. You didn’t see the car barreling towards you. You didn’t see the mother shielding her child’s eyes. Nor did you see your body flying forward, the glass of the windshield shattering as the drunk man was ejected through it. Jimin’s head had whipped to the side as he heard all the commotion, seeing a body crumpled and bloody near the sidewalk. He rushed outside, looking down at the face of the body. His heart shattered in his chest. Your dull eyes stared back at him, cold and unblinking. The ringing of an ambulance consumed his ears, his mind, his soul. He didn’t move, not when they carried you into the ambulance, not when the woman he was with grabbed his hand, not when she asked what was wrong. He ripped his hand out of the woman’s, sprinting towards the nearest hospital. He ran until he reached the doors, his chest heaving with exhaustion. He continued, running in and demanding to know where you were. The nurse gave him a sad look, and told him that you were in surgery, the only possible thing that could save your life. The nurse handed him a stack of paperwork and a pen, and told him that he needed to fill it out. He told himself to stay calm, that you would make it out of this. His guilt ate away at the back of his mind, the combination of stress and anxiety lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

“Sir? Sir, we need you to wake up.” A kind voice rang out, awakening him from his sleep. “She’s awake, you can see her now.” The nurse took him to your room, and left promptly after opening the door. “Y/n? Honey-” His voice broke off into a sob as ran to your bedside. “Why are you here Jimin? Shouldn’t you be with her.” The last word sounded as though it was laced with venom, but in truth you held nothing against the girl, simply against Jimin. “Y/n, what are you talking about?” He faked confusion, and you saw easily through his lie. “There is no need to lie to me, Jimin. Tell me the truth.” You reprimanded, giving him a look of total disinterest. “If you’re going to be a bitch then fine. You should have died in that car crash.” He was fuming, and you could tell. You stared at him blankly, not bothering to tell him what had happened. “You are going to regret saying that one day, you know.” He scoffed, turning to the door. You stared at the wall as he left, your mind running rampant.

Two days later you were discharged, the nurse wheeling you out, your friend in her car to pick you up. She had been your only visitor other than Jimin, who had not returned once since your quarrel. She chatted quietly with you as you maneuvered yourself into the passenger seat. You gave the hospital one last look, as your friend was off to your apartment.

Arriving to your apartment, you were informed by the manager that someone had left several boxes for you, and that they were in your apartment. You wheeled yourself in, looking around at the place you called home. This place holds no warmth, no happiness. Only sorrow for what you had lost, only memories of what you used to know. Memories of your family, of friends, of Jimin, of your legs. The doctors had tried to give you a sense of hope, that one day you would be able to regain use of your legs, but you new that beneath their sympathetic smiles, they knew as well as you did that it wouldn’t happen. You didn’t bother opening the boxes as you reached into your purse, taking out all the medication you needed to take. Medication in hand, you wheeled over to the window, drawing open your curtains. You looked out into the city, watching as the sun began to set over the skyline. You quickly opened the pill bottles, downing them as quick as possible. Your tears left salty streaks on your cheeks, but a smile never left your face. You grabbed a notebook and pen, writing your thoughts and wishes down. You wanted for your friends to do as they wish with your things, and requested you to be buried in your favorite sweater, the one Jimin gifted you on your first anniversary. You let out a choked sob as you heard a shy knock at the door. “Y/n? Is that you?” You recognized that voice instantly, you heard it countless times, whispering words of love and endearment. “GO AWAY!” You screamed, not wanting to fail. “Y/n, what are you doing? Y/n? Y/N!” He started yelling, his worry overcoming most of his rationality. He slammed his shoulder against the door, ignoring the flaring pain. He repeated this, throwing his entire body weight into the door, it finally relenting and breaking down.

You woke up to blinding lights, a sterile smell invading your nose. “Jimin?” Your voice questioned. “I’m here, Y/n. I’m never leaving you again.”

Taehyung:

Another missed call. Another voicemail. Another failed attempt.

Y/n: Come one, Tae. Where are you? You promised that you’d actually show up this time.

Tae<3: Stop being so clingy, I have a life too you know.

Y/n: I’m sorry?

Tae<3: You’re being a bitch, Y/n. Just fuck off okay?

Y/n: Taehyung, do you really care that little about me?

Tae<3: For the love of god Y/n. Stop acting like you need me to live, because if that’s the case then don’t.

Y/n: I hope you realize what you just told me.

Tae<3: I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.

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You threw your phone, it crashing into the wall and shattering the screen. “FUCK YOU KIM TAEHYUNG!” You yelled out, your tears clouding your vision. You walked to the bathroom, starting the tub. You ripped of the plastic casing of your razor, marring your fingers whilst doing so. That was always his favorite feature of yours, you hated them even more now. You stepped into the scorching water, your clothes hanging heavily around you. You dragged the blade across your skin, watching as blood bubbled to the surface. You hissed as you dragged it across your skin, cross-hatching your arms as the water around you turned red. You watched in a daze as black dots blurred your vision. You watched as your life left your body, not permanently perhaps. You never saw Jungkook punch Taehyung across the face, or Jin screaming at him, or Yoongi glaring with all his might. You never saw any of those things, but perhaps that was what saved your life.

Jungkook:

The door slammed, feeling as though it rocked the entire house. You sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Y/N!” A scream bellowed from downstairs, frightening you to the core. Throwing the covers off, you sprinted down the stairs and down the hallway, worried if Jungkook was okay. “Are you okay?! Whats going on?” You exclaimed, your eyes fidgeting. “Why the fuck did Namjoon-hyung start talking about you today?” He growled, his tone venomous and deep. “How am I supposed to know? Did you really wake me up for this?” You drawled, annoyed that he had ruined the first time in weeks that you were sleeping well, especially over something so little. “Are you cheating on me with him?” A fire gleamed in his eyes as he said that, his voice dangerous and threatening. “First of all, no. I’m not. Second, I can’t believe that you think that little of me.” You rolled your eyes. turning to head back to bed to try and salvage what you could of your night. “I swear to god Y/n, why the fuck are you lying?” He stormed up to you and grabbed your forearm in a strong grasp. “Jungkook. I am going to give you one chance to let me go.” Your voice dropped, leading into a pained gasp as he tightened his grip. “You asked for it.” You swung your right arm around, sending it straight into his jaw. You leapt up the stairs, taking them by two until you reached your bedroom door, swiftly locking it behind yourself. “Y/N GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” He boomed from behind the door. You heard his fists slamming onto the wood, trying to enter. “KILL YOURSELF YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE. DO US ALL A FAVOR.” Your breath caught in your throat. You slowly crept over to the en-suite bathroom, locking that door behind yourself aswell. You grabbed two bottles of prescription strength melatonin supplements. You downed them quickly, curling up on the bathroom floor in a fetal position. Your tears streamed down your face. You hoped you wouldn’t wake up. You prayed and prayed that you would die. “YOU KNOW WHAT JUNGKOOK. FINE. WHO’S LAUGHING NOW.”

You seemed to have forgotten that if you tell someone your wish, it doesn’t come true.

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Days Of Summer CH 8

A/N; Hey y’all! Ready for some fun dumb summer camp au? Cus we are!! Go shout some love at @hannah-nobody and feel free to drop by my inbox with song ideas/recs! I maaaaaaaaaaay have have Waving Through A Window on repeat for the last lmao whoops

Here’s the updated playlist!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruvia, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 4956

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Warm Blood

And I can not control it

The way you're making me feel

And you have got me going

Spinning in circles 'round your warm blood

For the first time since arriving at camp, Natsu didn’t feel like a bundle of butterflies were trying to escape his gut. He was still pretty sure his friends were only being nice out of pity, but at least he was confident in the fact that they didn’t hate him. Well, Gray might still but Natsu was fine with that, seeing as the feeling was mutual.

Okay, so Natsu didn’t hate him, but Gray sure as fuck pissed him off.

“For the last time, it’d be way worse to have a monster live under the bed than to run across a monster in the woods.”

Natsu turned on his heel, walking backwards so he could more properly shout at Gray’s stupid opinions. “Honestly, a monster that lives under your bed could kill you at anytime! Just grab your ankle and bam! Monster late night snack.”

“If you can’t successfully run from something in the woods that’s your own fault for going out there.” Levy added, arm linked with Cana’s. “What are you going to do if it’s in your house? Move?”

Cana balked at Levy, clearly affronted by her side. “I can’t believe my bed mate could be so blind.”

“We don’t have to be bedmates, you know,” Cana waved off her wry comment, nose in the air as she continued to speak.

“Who said the monster under your bed is mean? Maybe they just want to be nice and dry. Now, a monster in the woods is a mean son of a bitch who wants to skin you and suck the marrow from your bones.”

“This is blatant mothman erasure and I will not stand for it.” Loke gasped, holding his phone to his chest, pausing in his texting to perform the dramatic action.

“We get it, you’re gay,” Cana rolled her eyes, sharing a cheeky grin with Juvia who at least had the courtesy to cover her snort with her hand. Natsu and Gray shared their own snigger at Loke’s offended gasp, hands placed on his hips while he lectured Cana.

“Firstly, a proper love of cryptids is LGBTQ culture, not just gay culture, and secondly,” Loke cocked an eyebrow, dragging his hand along his body as though he were showing off a trophy, “I’m bi, I don’t deny anyone the opportunity to get a piece of this.”

“I wish you would,” Gajeel grunted, face relaxed as he glared at innocent leaves caught in the light breeze along the path. Natsu threw his head back, howling. The rest of the group followed suit, Loke’s sputters drowned out by their raucous laughter.

“Juvia is deeply saddened to betray Gray, but she must agree with Natsu and Levy. How are we sure the wooded monster is the unkind one? Juvia would much rather face a beast in the wild than where she is supposed to be safe.” Juvia shuddered, arms wrapped around herself. Natsu couldn’t understand how she was even close to cold, long jeans and long sleeved black shirt with an ankle length fur-lined vest both confusing him and making him sweat just by looking at her.

“Juvia!” Gray gasped. Natsu blinked, chortling at his betrayed expression and Juvia’s following plea of forgiveness. Gajeel slung his arm over Juvia's shoulders, rolling his eyes at her squeak. Natsu grinned as he watched his cousin, the beast of a teenager looking as though he’d rather shove someone through a plane glass window before hugging them, when in actuality if you gave him a kitten he’d kill for you. Natsu would know. Lily is what made Gajeel give Juvia the spare bedroom all those years ago.

“I hope I get paired with someone cute,” Loke sighed. Natsu rolled his eyes at his friend’s comment, turning back to face the front and kicking a stray pebble.

“We know,” he groaned, falling back into the group between Levy and Gray. “You want someone to run away with into the night and live your rockstar dream. It’s all you’ve been talkin’ ‘bout since breakfast!”

Loke snorted, making a face at Natsu before turning back to his phone.

“I just hope I don’t get paired with someone I hate,” Gray said flatly. Natsu pulled down an eyelid at Gray’s pointed look, sneering at the pale boy’s middle finger in return.

“Feeling’s mutual, dickhead.”

“Oh be civil, you two twats,” Cana glared over Levy’s head, eerily reminding Natsu of Erza for a second. “Besides, despite as tight lipped as Mr. Only-Drummers-Are-Emo-Enough-For-Me has been about his second talent, I can guarantee you all it won’t be guitar. Boy has two left thumbs.”

“Oi, I'mma lefty.” Gajeel grunted, easily ignored by the group as they neared the surrounding crowd that swarmed the announcement board.

From his pretty average 5”7’ standpoint, Natsu couldn’t see over the heads of the crowd, but Gajeel most definitely could, and he had stopped dead in his tracks.

“What’s up metalhead?” Natsu turned back to ask.

“The photo.”

“What?”

“The application form photo. I didn’t think anyone else would see it.”

Natsu frowned, remembering taking his own photo. The form had said to include a photo of yourself that accurately describes you, but still showed your face. His own was just a photo of him standing against a white wall. It was pretty much the same as a passport photo, except he wasn’t looking at the camera.

“What’s wrong with your application photo?” Levy asked, leaving the group behind to say with Natsu and Gajeel.

Gajeel avoided looking at her. Instead, his eyes slid to Natsu, cringing as he revealed precisely what was wrong with it.

“The suit.”

Natsu’s chest swelled with joy.

“You fucking idiot.”

He ran towards the crowd, ignoring Gajeel’s groans of shame behind him. He pushed Gray out of the way- the other boy landing on his backside with a very satisfying thud- and shoved through the rest of the mass of bodies, desperate to get to the board and see his cousin’s embarrassment on show for all to see.

Once at the front, Natsu’s eyes went straight to the photo of his cousin. It wasn’t hard to miss. It was awful. Not only was Gajeel wearing the hideous white suit purchased for him by his father, but he also wore sunglasses and a fucking fedora. An honest-to-god white brimmed m’lady fedora. Natsu let out a howl of laughter, not caring about the people around him looking at him strangely. It wasn’t until after he’d gotten over his cousins wide-legged, rock signs in the air like he just didn’t care stance, that he realized that Gajeel has been paired with none other than Levy.

Oh ho ho, Gajeel was going to love that.

Natsu’s eyes slid over the rest of the announcement sheet, snorting over Gray’s own heavily eye-linered photo. The snort turned into a laugh when he noticed the moron was paired with Juvia.

It wasn’t until his eyes reached the bottom of the list that he found his own partner. His eyes fixed on her photo, all his laughter dying out.

Fuck.

Sitting next to his own photo was a candid of Lucy, smiling and reaching for the camera, obviously just discovering she was being photographed and unable to hide her laughter even as she reached for the person. Her eyes danced, clear and bright, her hair swirling around her as if the breeze had known just when to blow to make her golden hair catch the afternoon sun. She was so pretty. She was so good.

She was breathtaking.

Natsu’s fingers itched to grab his guitar and a notepad and find a little nook with a bean bag and an amp so he could lose himself in the music. The crowd milled and brushed against him, their own excited chatter swelling as they looked at their assigned partners.

“Juvia is so happy!”

“Aw fuck.”

Natsu turned at the familiar voices, Juvia latched onto Gray’s arm and swooning, Gray trying to lean away as respectfully as he could and looking as comfortable as Natsu would feel in a tutu and pointe shoes. And he’d know, considering all the things Juvia had managed to trick Natsu into when Gajeel absolutely refused. Two boys Natsu didn’t know were wailing beside them, Levy trying her best to console them with an apologetic smile.

“Levy why,” the dark haired one wailed. The ginger one was hugging her, kids around them casting the trio a wary look before pushing by, and Levy increasingly getting flustered by all the attention.

Natsu was saved from having to abandon the melody playing in the back of his head by Cana appearing from the ether and pushing herself between Levy and the taller boy, her arm slung carelessly over Levy’s shoulder and her grin lazy and purposefully relaxed.

“Now, now boys,” she cooed, “there’s enough of our little Levy to share. You’ll still have down time to steal her away from Gajeel to your hearts’ content.”

Natsu didn’t laugh. He was too busy wondering if Lucy had seen the announcement yet. What did she think? Had she asked to be switched yet? Natsu didn’t know if they were even allowed to do that, but he figured if there’d be an exemption it would be for Lucy to not have to deal with him for hours on end everyday.

“Natsu shouldn’t worry,” Juvia said from behind him, her hand comforting on his shoulder. “Juvia knows how silly that is to say, and she may have only known Lucy for a few days, but Juvia knows that Lucy enjoys spending time with her friends, and Natsu, Lucy has already decided you are her friend. Even if you doubt Juvia and the other’s thoughts on being more, please do not doubt your friendship with Bunny Girl.”

“That’s going to be a thing now, isn’t it?”

Natsu stiffened at the voice behind him, light and sweet and bouncy like a giggle was just begging to break free. Natsu had made her giggle at breakfast. A fuck ton. Or maybe she had just been laughing at him.

“Lucy!” Juvia exclaimed happily before a sudden shyness was stealing her voice pushing her to put Natsu between her and Lucy. Natsu cocked his head in confusion as he looked at his cousin’s best friend, seeing as how once Juvia had decided some one was her friend she lived up to her talent in musical theatre and the drama of the stage, as Juvia liked to put it. Natsu called it batshit crazy. He looked over his shoulder, avoiding Lucy’s warm grin as he realized who she was standing arm in arm with. Juvia cast him a kind smile before slipping away, murmuring to herself about finding her beloved once more.

“Yo, Mira. What’re you doing with Luce, shouldn’t ya be rounding up all the brats for a rave or something?” Natsu asked, relaxing at the familiar face.

“Natsu, you know Laxus and his friends are older than you.” Mira Jane smiled at him, a mix of fond and exasperated that was one of her more honest expressions. Natsu knew how hard being the face of the camp was on her, and how she fell back into the persona if she wasn’t careful. “Besides, do you really think Ever would risk getting sweat in her hair at a rave?”

Natsu barked out a laugh, picturing the stuck up brunette screaming at a crowd of uncaring people. He wasn’t as close with Ever, Bickslow, and Freed as Mira was, her main connection being her friendship with Laxus while Natsu was closer with Mira’s little sister, Lisanna.

His joy at picturing Ever’s disgust melted away as he thought of his friend. Natsu hadn’t seen her in a year or two, not since she had been accepted into Edolas’ advanced medical program, her dream of being a vet snowballing with her talent in school and easy to love personality propelling her two years ahead so she had already graduated and was on her first year of university. He knew he’d only have held her back, but he missed his best friend so much it hurt sometimes. Natsu had never opened up to someone like he had with her, and there were days that a certain feeling nagging in his gut told him he had annoyed her so much that she decided to throw herself into her education and run to a new continent.

Just like how Lucy would probably run away after a week of being forced to work with him.

“So,” Natsu said, forcing a grin and his thoughts away from Lisanna and how much fun she was having without him around, “You decide Lucy’ll be your new protégée?”

Mira gave him a knowing grin that reminded Natsu far too much of her earlier years in the She Devils, pulling Lucy closer to her side and speaking sweetly. “Of course! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, Natsu, and Erza has been keeping me updated on all the happenings of the campers.”

“Snitch,” Natsu hissed under his breath. Mira continued speaking as if she hadn’t heard anything at all.

“So you’ll be seeing me much more often, can’t let all you babies have all the fun you know.” Natsu cringed, tucking into his scarf to hide his frown. Mira was speaking in the same sweet voice, but Natsu could hear her words for what they really were; a threat. If there was something Mira loved more than her music it was meddling in people’s lives, particularly in the affairs of the heart. Which meant Natsu didn’t even want to imagine the horrific and scarring things that might happen if she decided to ‘help’ Natsu woo Lucy, which would not only be a futile effort but might actually ruin Lucy’s time at camp, which was the absolute worst thing Natsu could imagine. “And you know how much I love helping out new talent, especially one with as much raw potential as Lucy.”

“You think I have talent?” Lucy awed. Mira giggled and nodded, either unaware of Lucy’s adoration or simply used to it. Natsu felt a pang as he watched Lucy make heart eyes at Mira. She would definitely have preferred to have the silver haired girl as her partner. That would make her entire time at camp, let alone week.

Natsu jolted when Lucy turned to look at him, still giddy off of Mira’s praise as she smiled at him.

“So have you seen the names for who’s being partnered?” she asked.

“Erm,” Natsu replied, tucking deeper into his scarf.

“You think your partner will be that bad?” Lucy asked sympathetically. She gave him a reassuring smile, Natsu losing himself in how pretty her eyes were and the way the noon sun lit them up. “Whoever they are, they won’t be as hopeless with the guitar as I am, I can guarantee you that much.”

Natsu smiled awkwardly before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd, both to stop himself from saying something stupid like ‘The only hopeless you are is hopelessly cute’ or other dumb shit, and to save himself from having to see the disappointment on Lucy’s face when she found out he was her partner.

Lucy blinked in shock as she watched Natsu’s back. She turned to Mira Jane, worrying her lower lip.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Mira Jane patted her arm before leading her to the board, shaking her head ruefully and making the silver hair framing her face bounce. It was so pretty and shiney. Lucy would have to ask her her shower routine to get it so soft and healthy.

“Natsu is just a little shy sometimes. He’ll get a thought in his head and honestly, it’s easier to convince Erza of something than Natsu.” Mira Jane gave her another smile, kind but a little strained. “He’s best friends with my little sister, Lisanna, have been since they were children, but I still can’t read him. It's quite annoying.”

Lucy laughed awkwardly, unsure of how Mira Jane’s sweet tone lined up with her words. “I don’t think I’ve seen her at camp.” Lucy said, diverting the topic away from a certain pink haired boy who had given Lucy the cold shoulder. Just after they had agreed to be friends. “What talent does she focus on?”

“Oh, no no no. Lisanna is in Edolas for her veterinary degree. She skipped the last two grades and got accepted early. You should hear Elfman go on about how proud he is of our genius sister. ” Mira Jane grinned, easily maneuvering through the crowd until they stood in front of the board, only a few feet from where they had been talking with Natsu. Lucy half heartedly scanned the pictures in front of her, looking for herself. So Natsu’s best friend was a genius going to school in a different country to save animal lives. Okay. Not like he had high standards for who he hung out with then. Of course, he seemed to be as thick as thieves with Gajeel, so maybe Lucy wasn’t too out of her depth. She frowned, feeling a headache growing behind her eyes. Hard to read indeed.

“Oh,” Lucy breathed, finally finding her own picture. Right beside Natsu’s.

They were partners.

“Do you think he’s upset?” Lucy asked Mira Jane, tearing her gaze away from the candid photo Natsu had submitted that looked like it belonged on a magazine or album cover.

“Yes, but not for the reasons you’re thinking of,” Mira Jane soothed. “Natsu’s always been a little nervous of what people think of him, and from what I understand, your opinion is ranked very high on that list. You just need to give him time to get used to the idea that you wouldn’t actually prefer to die than spend an hour or two with him, and then it will be smooth sailing for you too.”

Lucy felt her cheeks heat as Mira Jane spoke, looking at the ground and tightening her arm on the one Mira Jane had looped through. She didn’t know why, but the thought of Natsu caring that much about what she thought made her both nervous and a little happy. Which was ridiculous. Because Lucy was here to learn music theory and how to improve herself as a musician, not to find a summer love.

But oh, Lucy didn’t think it would be all that bad to have Natsu come and sweep her off her feet. Especially if he were shirtless again...

Lucy squeaked as she tore herself from her thoughts. She ignored Mira Jane’s curious look, and distracted herself by waving to where Juvia stood with Cana and Loke and a shorter girl with long blue pigtails and a nervous look in her eye.

“C’mon, Lucy, why don’t you introduce me to your friends!” Mira suggested. Lucy blinked at her, already being pulled forward by a giggling and excited Mira Jane before she had the chance to form any words. Thoughts of maybe-shirtless Natsu’s drifted away as Lucy went back to aweing over how she was linked arms with her idol, and about to introduce her to Lucy’s friends. God, if Loke tried to hit on her Lucy would throw his damn phone in the lake. See how much he’d call her his sunshine then.

If there was one thing Gray was thankful for, it was the privacy of his cabin. And noise cancelling headphones. But he had left those in the jacket he had accidentally stripped out of at Lucy’s cabin, so he was stuck simply ignoring his two mentally imploding bunkmates as he dealt with his own, actual, catastrophe.

He couldn’t believe there was no one else at camp who played the violin. What was worse, was he couldn’t believe he had actually been stupid enough to put down violin as his second talent. He should have put costume design like Loke, or bullshitted and put piano like Cana. But no, he had decided to be a complete dumbass and be open and vulnerable and honest.

And now. Now Gray was going to have to dance.

“I’m so fucked.”

“You’re fucked?” Natsu squeaked, pausing in his spot where he had been pacing for the last three minutes. “I’m paired with Lucy and she’s going to hate me? What if I can’t teach her how to play guitar? What if she can’t teach me how to sing? I’m going to make a fucking fool out myself, holy shit.”

“Yeah, you are,” Gray said flatly. He had more important things to do than coddle Natsu right now. Like planning how to fake his death, which frankly would be easier than turning down Juvia. He hadn’t known the girl very long, but he already had an inkling that she was even more stubborn than Cana. It didn’t help that every time she looked at him it was with adoration. His friends might call him emotionless, but even he couldn’t crush her so flatly. Also, saying no to people he didn’t hate made him break out in hives.

A pair of flying pillows pulled him from his thoughts, both nailing him in the face.

“Oi!”

“Don’t be a dick, Strawberry’s got enough issues without ya agreeing with the voice in his head.” Gajeel grunted, going back to petting Lily obsessively.

“I don’t have a voice in my head,” Natsu scowled. He resumed pacing, sending Gray a middle finger at his disgruntled noise. Gray watched Natsu walk, changing his step mid stride as Happy wound around his ankles, eager for the muffin Natsu had shoved in his pocket at breakfast that the moron had forgotten about. “And I’m not the only one hiding in here. Juvia was searching for ya high and low when I was heading back.”

“Fleeing from Bunny Girl,” Gajeel interjected, still glaring at the wall under Gray’s bunk and above Loke’s. Gray was seriously considering the idea that Gajeel was trying to burn down the cabin with his mind. Natsu ignored his cousin, turning on his heel and pacing back towards the door.

“You don’t have to worry about screwin’ up in front of her like we all know you will, you could sneeze in her face and she’d still basically worship you,” Natsu scoffed. Happy meowed, tiring with his chase and batting at Natsu’s ankle. He slowed, allowing Happy to crawl up his leg and his body so he could perch on his human’s shoulder.

Gray groaned, claiming all three of what were now his pillows, burying his face in them. Maybe if he was lucky he’d suffocate and this conversation would end.

“Is she like this with everyone she meets?” he asked, not really caring if Gajeel or Natsu heard him.

“Nope,” Gajeel said flatly, shattering all of Gray’s hopes.

“Whyyy,” he complained, smothering his whine into his pillows. Great. He was going to act like a dipshit in front of a girl who had an apparently massive and unique crush on him. He didn’t know why that thought bothered him, but it did, which meant Gray was not looking forward to these next three weeks.

“Trust us when we say we have no fuckin’ idea what she sees in you, dude,” Natsu said, helpful as always.

“Go jack off to your fantasies of Lucy telling you she hates you,” Gray snapped.

“Why, you wanna listen in or something, you pervert?” Natsu snarled back. Gray threw Gajeel’s pillow at him, cursing to himself when he almost hit Natsu’s dumb cat. Fucking cheater had an adorable built in shield that stopped Gray from maiming him. Natsu sneered at him, lips twitching between a frown and a smile at their fighting. Why were his friends so weird.

Shit.

Natsu wasn’t his friend and he definitely didn’t think that. He was getting cabin-fever was all. Or the stress of mentally preparing himself to do a musical number from Cats was getting to him. Yeah, that made more sense.

Gray looked back at Gajeel.

“Why the fuck are you so catatonic?”

“Shove it,” Gajeel grunted. Lily sat in his arms, not minding the heavy pets his human was using on him, obviously used to being Gajeel’s comfort in times of stress. What the giant had to be stressed about that Gajeel couldn’t punch into submittance was beyond him, but Gray wasn’t about to risk being said punching bag.

“Nah, pervert here has a point,” Natsu agreed, crossing his arms over his chest. Happy chirped in agreement, a strange ‘aye’ sound that made Gray think he’d choked on a kernel of food as a kitten and had done some damage that Natsu was too oblivious to notice. “What’s your issue? Levy seems nice enough to wait at least three sessions before laughing at your horrible singing.”

“How the fuck am I gonna teach her how to play guitar?” Gajeel asked, more like he was talking to himself than answering Natsu’s question. “She’s the same fucking size as it!”

Gray wondered if Gajeel knew how often he said ‘fuck’.

“I’m more worried about how she’s going to teach you how to sing,” Gray said instead of answering his question.

Natsu held up his hand for a high five from Gray.

Gray threw Natsu’s pillow back at him, hitting him in the face. Happy meowed angrily as his perch was disturbed, jumping from a sputtering Natsu. Gray blinked in surprise as the cat was suddenly on his bunk, having scaled the bed. He curled on Gray’s shins, purring as the fluffball pinned Gray to his bed.

“Oi!” Natsu spat, glowering up at Gray. He ignored how the yellow was still noticeable on Natsu’s jaw, and the following twinge in his gut, scowling at Natsu before a smug grin broke out and he began to pet Happy. “Don’t steal my cat!”

“He chose me. Blame Fluffy here.” He mocked. Gajeel remained impassive as he pet his own cat and muttered to himself about breakable girls and guitar scales. Natsu sneered at him, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets as he stopped pacing the room, finally.

“His name’s Happy and ya know it!”

Gray snorted, looking back at the cat curled into a tight ball on him. He didn’t know that many cats, and as he scratched behind an ear and pulled deeper purrs he wondered if they were all clingy like Happy seemed to be. Then his mind drifted to other cute, clingy, blue creatures and he flopped back into the bed with a groan. How the fuck was he going to deal with Juvia? What if he was weak to her wide eyes? Would he snap at her and make her cry? God, he hated when girls cried. What the fuck was he supposed to do with his hands? What if she tried to touch him while they danced? Gray didn’t do casual touching.

“Do you really think Lucy will hate me?”

Gray whipped his head back at Natsu, the dumbass having lowered his gaze and worrying his lip after asking his question. He pulled on the edge of his beanie, dragging the dark gray fabric down so no part of his hair escaped it. Gray scowled as he thought about how it looked like Natsu was trying to hide in the damn fabric.

“Of course not,” he spat, huffing as he looked away from Natsu while sitting up. Because he didn’t want to look at him. Not because he looked like a fucking puppy with hopeful and wide eyes as he gave his full attention to Gray. His hair might be natural but Gray was adamant that he wore coloured contacts. “I don’t know why but she’s decided she likes you, and once Lucy has decided you're her friend literally nothing you could do can change that. Trust me.”

“She’s not just being nice and pitying me?” Natsu asked, hope gone from his expression as he looked over Gray warily.

“Oh definitely,” Gray yawned. He scratched under Happy’s chin, smiling to himself at the loud purrs he pulled from the odd coloured cat. He sensed Natsu’s mood drop, his smile slipping from his face slightly. “But that’s just because I can’t fathom a reason as to why I’d hang out with you outside of being bunkmates, and in case you haven’t noticed, Lucy’s a bit better at not being a horrible person to other people than I am. Actually likes most people too, that freak.” Gray snorted. Happy rolled into his back and batted at Gray’s hand, both offering his white tummy for belly rubs and threatening Gray’s wrist. He decided it was worth it and rubbed the softness of Happy’s stomach.

“Okay,” Natsu said. Gray looked away from Happy, quickly turning back to the cat when he saw Natsu’s small smile. It was a little shy, a little soft. It was sickening.

Happy meowed once before slinking away from Gray and abandoning him. He curled onto Gajeel’s lap next to Lily and Gray couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

“Juvia means well,” Natsu called suddenly. “She can be a bit crazy, and weird, but nothing she ever does is fake or half hearted. You don’t have to worry about what she thinks of ya, Numbnuts.”

That wasn't what he was freaking out about, but Gray nodded anyway, appreciating Natsu’s attempt. “Ok, no need to worry.”

“But are you sure Lucy doesn’t hate me.”

Gray groaned, loudly and trying to convey all of his annoyance through a single sound.

“Oi,” Gajeel called. Gray looked at him, ignoring Natsu’s resumed pacing and wringing of Gajeel’s pillow in his hands. “You hurt Juvia and I’ll kill you.”

Gray let his head fall back into his pillow. He really fucking should have put ‘more drums’ as his second talent.

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dstarstories · 6 years

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For the sexual tension starters: “You say ‘I hate you’, but all I hear is ‘fuck me’.”

Getting back to finishing up the last of the prompts in my inbox! We spoke a bit privately & you suggested everyone’s favorite ex-couple that we love to hate - Archer & Tobias ;) Just a note: Some of the things said are Tobias’ thoughts/feelings & are not mine ~

Archer paced outside of the Mercury Records building. He couldn’t deny the slight bit of excitement that came along with being here for the first time in over a year. There was no denying, he loved working for the label while married to its owner. But since their split, he’d resigned his position & gave up his part. On the other hand, he dreaded facing his ex anytime they came in contact.

When he left the house, his new husband hadn’t even tried to mask his apprehension in Archer accepting this meeting. Considering the history between the three of them, he hated Tobias Presley more than he ever thought imaginable & despised the fact that he could so easily lure Archer in to doing anything for him. Though it made him uncomfortable, he’d decided not to tag along. History or not, he needed to show Archer that he trusted him.

“You’re late, Toby,” the blond mumbled when he finally saw his ex-husband approaching.

“Save it,” the older man sighed in response. “That lazy bitch of a nanny called me at the last minute claiming to be sick. Pretty sure she hit the bottle a little too hard last night but I didn’t have the time nor energy to fight her on it. So I had to call the agency to raise my complaints & request someone new. Unreliable cunt knows I’m a busy man. I don’t have time for her bullshit excuses & poor attendance.”

Archer rolled his eyes. He & Tobias shared custody of their two children. Archer would keep them for two weeks & then Tobias for the next two. So far, the arrangement seemed to work out well but he’d never before had to hear the stress the man was dealing with during his time when it came to childcare arrangements during the day. He sighed softly as he followed Tobias in, trying to be more understanding since his excuse for being late was due to their own children. “Did they send you someone else?”

“I was trying to get out as quickly as possible & you know how I am, especially when it comes to the children. I wasn’t about to leave them with someone I didn’t have the time to feel out first.” He stopped at another door to unlock it. Archer knew it was Tobias’ office & was suddenly hit by so many memories. They’d basically shared it when Archer was working there as well, feeling no need for his own office & enjoying the extra time with his mate back then.

“Do you not read your texts?” Tobias asked, pulling Archer back from his thoughts. Flipping on the lights, he stepped aside & motioned for the blond to enter first.

Archer walked inside & watched as Tobias joined him, tossing his keys & phone down on his desk before shrugging off his coat. Placing it on the back of his chair, he stepped forward & helped Archer out of his own. “My texts?” he mumbled, letting Tobias take the coat from him to hang on a nearby hook.

Tobias chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.” He turned to face Archer, his arms folded across his broad chest. His usual smirk & the gleam in his emerald eyes were present as he took in the sight of his ex. “I dropped them with your dad on my way over.”

“You could’ve dropped them off at the house. Levi doesn’t have lessons until late,” Archer suggested, excited at the prospect of a few extra hours with his children after the meeting.

“I’d rather not,” Tobias snorted. Never one to hide his feelings, it was no secret he hated that his children spent so much time with his ex-husband’s current mate already. He wouldn’t entertain the idea of giving him something more. “But I told Eric I wouldn’t keep you long so you can pick them up after you leave if you’d like. I can come by this evening to pick them up from you.”

Archer shook his head, a crooked smile on his lips. “You still hate him that bad, huh?”

“You mean that fucking home wrecker you replaced me with?” Tobias scoffed. “What makes you think that?”

“He’s not a…”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree there, gorgeous,” Tobias interjected, still staring at his ex. In his mind, he couldn’t ignore the fact that he was willing to try anything in his power to save his marriage, to keep their family together. Had Levi not jumped in the way, he would’ve been able to prove himself to Archer & his life would still be complete. Now, his husband lived in the home he himself had bought with another man & he only saw his children part time.

Swallowing his feelings of regret & disgust, he turned away to start up his computer. “Should we get down to business?”

Now tense, Archer nodded. “Let’s. I apparently have to run by my parent’s house to pick up my kids after this since someone refuses to make things easier on me.”

“You don’t have to pick them up, sweetheart. Their grandfather was thrilled to see them so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind…”

“Can you please stop with the pet names, Toby?” Archer cut in, getting annoyed now. It didn’t usually take much for him to get here when he spoke to Tobias. He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d been so blind to this attitude during their relationship even after everyone else had complained about it.

Tobias laughed knowingly, deciding not to point out that Archer alone was the only man who ever referred to him as ‘Toby’ rather than his given name. It had always been their way & Tobias had no intention of changing. His feelings hadn’t changed & he’d been successful at winning Archer over before. It was only a matter of time before he realized his mistake in going back to his boring, childhood fling. Why would he not want Archer to know he was still there for him when that time came?

“It’s a habit I suppose,” he shrugged with a sly smirk.

Archer took a deep, calming breath. “Why am I here?”

“You know why,” Tobias replied flatly. “I made a mistake in thinking I could easily replace you here. You were not only a hard worker but you understand music in a way that most others who are new to the business don’t. You also have a way with artists, sponsors & the media; a real people person, so cute & sweet. And if anyone knows how I like things run around here, it’s the man I spent the most time standing by to train. After Matty, I had you. I figured I could make magic a third time but it seems perhaps I’ve lost my touch in some ways.”

“You want me to come back to Mercury? To work for you?”

“Darren is looking to get out. He has grandchildren now & would love nothing more than to retire,” Tobias continued as if the younger man hadn’t said a word. “I want you to buy him out. If you don’t have the funds, you & I can work something out for the time.”

“You know I have the funds, Tobias,” Archer quickly returned, considering the proposition.

Tobias shrugged. “You’re absolutely right. I do. Which is yet another bulletpoint on the list of reasons why I think this is the perfect opportunity for you to come back on board. And with you having ownership, I’d be your partner & not your boss.”

It was Archer’s turn to laugh. “Because the last partnership we tried worked out so well,” he replied sarcastically, raising a brow. “Why are you really doing this?”

“In all honesty, for exactly the reasons that I’ve mentioned so far. You have the funds & the knowledge needed to step in & hit the ground running. And…” he paused, his face more serious than before.

“And?”

“I do have one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I want to ensure that Mercury Records is left to my children. This is my legacy & my life’s work. I want it to be left to Ellie & Tiberius. Which means,” he stepped forward in an intimidating nature. “Any children you have with… him won’t be included in that.”

Archer nodded again. “That makes perfect sense, Toby. I can respect that. There’s just one other problem.”

Tobias sighed, leaning against his desk. “And that would be?”

“I hate you & don’t think I can work with someone like you,” the blond chortled. Though he didn’t truly hate Tobias, he did doubt they’d be able to maintain a working relationship.

“You say ‘I hate you’, but all I hear is ‘fuck me’.” Tobias plastered a smug look across his face, watching for the man’s reaction.

“You’re a piece of fucking work, Tobias,” Archer snapped, his brows pulling together in anger. “That’s all you had to say for my mind to be made up.”

“I was kidding,” Tobias groaned. “You don’t need my help so I doubt we’d have much more interaction than we already do. I’m busy with the university & we both have separate schedules with the children. I also know you’ve been teaching more dance classes at the studio so it’s not like I expect some sort of set ‘8 to 5’ schedule, sweetheart. I won’t get in your hair & I assume you have no intention of getting in mine.”

Archer stood quietly a moment, running over the offer in his mind. As much as he hated to admit it, he found it incredibly intriguing & couldn’t ignore how happy working for Mercury had made him in the past. He moved to grab his coat without looking at his ex-husband.

“So?” Tobias’ smooth, velvety voice asked as he kept his eyes glued to the younger man.

“I’ll think about it & let you know,” he replied casually. “I’m going to get the kids from Eric. Text me when you’re on the way so that I’ll have them ready tonight.”

“See you then, gorgeous.”

#wow this is long #I do miss writing that asshole #archerxtobias #& yeah...#this scenario is more than likely canon #haven’t totally decided yet #but if Toby can find a way #for Mercury to stay success #& run HIS way after he’s gone #and it STILL go to his kids #of course he would

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mymarvelimagines · 7 years

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The Captive Dragon - Part 2

So Muspelheim is one of the 9 realms, it’s considered the Land of Fire. If you have any ideas on what you want to happen, send it to my inbox!! I’ll need some ideas for what happens!!

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You hum softly, watching from your position on the floor as King Nicholas Fury and The Avengers walk into the Great Hall.

Leonora stands up, sweeping her arms out wide, “Welcome, King Fury! I welcome you and yours to my home”

King Fury isn’t a large man, and even though he only has one eye, it seems like he can see right into your soul, “Thank you for agreeing to see me, Queen Leonora”

Leonora smirks, taking in the armor-clad knights, “The pleasure was all mine. Even after so many years it is a pleasure to show-off my pet”

“Ah yes, your pet dragon. Where is the beast anyway?”

“She is right here” Leonora yanks on your chain, causing you to fall forward onto your hands and knees at her feet. Immediately several of the Avengers reach for their weapons, Leonora only smirks. “Y/N, change”

She forces magic through you, making the transformation into a dragon agonizingly painful. Your scream morphs into a roar, your body grows to curl behind Leonora’s throne, your large head rearing high over the humans.

One of the knights step forward, and pulling off his helmet he gazes up at you, “An Antipodean Opaleye, one of the most beautiful dragons in existence. Hello, Dragon” the Knight bows, “I am Prince Thor of Asgard, it is an honor to meet Dragon Royalty.”

Leonora face goes red, “She is not the royalty that you should be greeting, Prince Thor”

“Of course, My Lady. It is an honor to meet the Queen of Muspelheim, Land of Fire” Thor bows low, and takes the Queen’s hand, pressing a kiss to it.

You lay your head onto the ground, quietly watching as everyone approaches the Queen and introduces themselves. Leonora jerks slightly when Lady Natasha kisses her hand, and when James Barnes, who has an enchanted metal arm, approaches her. Leonora looks like she is going to fain when Prince Anthony “Please call me Tony” of Stark steps out of his enchanted armor. When Sir Barton and Rodgers approach, they seem to be the most normal of the group. And then there is Sir Banner, who can turn into what Prince Anthony calls “A giant, green rage monster”.

“You have quite an interesting group of knights, King Fury. I wonder how you were able to acquire such an assortment of people.”

“When my kingdom needed heroes, they stepped up and fought. Unfortunately, my kingdom is in need again. Thanos has cast a curse on my land, and the only one who can undo it is Prince Thor’s brother Loki. The Avengers have been tasked with finding Loki and bringing him back to Midgard so he can undo this curse.”

“And why, pray tell, would that lead you here? I do not have extraordinary soldiers, or assassins in my ranks. Surely these Knights could find this sorcerer on their own” Leonora casually pulls on your collar, making it difficult to breath, “Unless there is something here that no other Kingdom can offer, let us say … a dragon”

Fury huffs and steps forward, “I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue this discussion in private. The Avengers are weary from their travels and would appreciate a place to rest.”

Leonora waves her hand and several servants step forward, “Take these Knights to the guest wing, makes sure that all of their needs are met, and let the chef know that we have guests. Y/N” This time she touches the gem around her neck and magic wraps around your mind, “Go back to your nest. You are not to leave it until I come for you.”

“Yes, my Queen”

“She can speak!” Thor immediately steps forward and open his mouth as is to engage you in a conversation. The last time a guest spoke to you, Leonora had you punished.

“Of course she can speak. My pet knows all of the languages of all of the lands, and I am the only one who speaks to her. You will do well to remember that, Prince.”

Thor bows, but he still doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “I apologize, these travels must have made me lose my manners. Perhaps after some rest I will be able to think clearly”

Leonora huffs and turns away from the prince, “Nicholas, I do believe that you wanted to speak with me in private?”

“Yes, Leonora. Lead the way”

As soon as Leonora steps away the chain that binds you to the throne dissolves into gold dust. You quickly slip back into your human form, tuning away from the Knights and servants to head back to the dungeon.

“Dragon! Wait!”

“I apologize for my departure, however I cannot disobey the queen. Please let me leave in peace”

Sir Steven Rogers places one hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry for the way you are treated here. I knew a shifter growing up, you aren’t a common pet, you are meant to be free.”

You whip around, facing off against all of the Avengers, “I gave up my freedom in order to save my sister. If I hadn’t someone much younger than me would have been here to greet you. I live as a prisoner so she can fly free.” Letting out a soft growl you rake your fingers through your hair, “I have to go now. The queen will not be happy that I spoke to you”

Thor steps forward, his large frame seeming to dwarf Sir Rogers, “What will happen to you?”

“The queen will sentence a punishment. I have been subjected to many throughout the years, so I do not know which one. Now please, let me go”

“I am truly sorry that we are the cause of your future pain”

You give the Knights a sad smile, “There is nothing you could have done. I would have been punished for one transgression or another. Goodnight, Avengers. I hope you sleep well and I wish you luck on your journey.”

After setting all of their belongings in their respective room and changing into more comfortable cloths, the Avengers gather in Steve’s room.

“You think Fury will get the queen bitch to let us take her dragon?”

Natasha punches Clint in the arm, “Don’t talk about her like that. It’s not like Y/N chose to be her dragon”

Clint waves off her words, “I was kinda hoping that Y/N would just toast her, Leonora would have deserved it”

Thor hums, clasping both Clint and Natasha’s shoulders, “Did you not see the necklace that Queen Leonora wore? And the collar that Y/N wore? Magic forces the dragon to submit to Leonora, it prevents Y/N from hurting her.”

Steve hums, sitting on the couch with Tony and Bruce, “Is there any way to get the collar off of her? Tony?”

“Bruce and I can’t remove the collar until the magic is removed”

Steve sighs, “I hate that she’s a prisoner here. We’re supposed to fight bullies, but here we are begging one for help”

Thor lets out a contemplative hum, “Perhaps when we find Loki he will be able to help us free her. My brother has always had a soft spot for dragon kind.”

“Maybe we can use her to convince Loki to undo the curse”

“That’s a possibility, Clint. Loki owes us nothing. If we try to convince him to help, he will most likely refuse” Steve sits back further into the couch, letting out a tired groan, “Right now though, I need some sleep. We call all talk about this again tomorrow, once Fury can give us some insight on how to handle Leonora”

“A fine idea, Steven. I do believe that I will take a walk before I retire, acquaint myself a little more with the castle”

Natasha chuckles, “You’re going to try and find, Y/N’s nest. Don’t lie to us”

“Yeah, Thor. Don’t lie to us. If you need any help, just shout. The Other Guy will hear you” Bruce stands up and quietly begins ushering everyone out of Steve’s room and into their own.

“I will do my best not to get into trouble, my friends”

Finding a dragon’s nest is not supposed to be an easy job, however there are only so many places in a castle where a dragon can live. You hear someone coming down the steps to the platform. There is no tingle of magic letting you know that Leonora is near, and no one else dares to come down here.

“Dragon? Are you down here?”

You raise you head up so you are looking down on the platform, “Prince Thor?”

He gives you a blinding smile, “I knew that I would find you!” He looks around, taking in the damp walls, and the chilled air, “This is where she keeps you? Alone in the dark?”

“This is the only place away from everyone else … or so I’m told” You wings flutter slightly as you stand up, quietly changing form and landing on the platform. “Why are you here? Leonora ordered you not to talk to me”

Thor lets out a booming laugh, “Your queen has no right to order anything of me or my comrades.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling at his remark, “You did not answer my question, prince. Why have you sought out my nest? I have no eggs for you to take, or scales to give away, the queen takes all of them to make them into jewelry”

“Please, call me Thor”

“Then you will call me Y/N”

“Very well, Y/N. I cannot help but feel drawn to you. I cannot help but want to steal you away from here” he admits.

You sit down on the edge of the platform, letting your legs dangle over the edge. “I’d go with you if I could, in a heartbeat. I would rather trust a group of deadly strangers than stay here for one more day.”

“Let us leave then! We can escape into the night! Leonora holds no power over you if you cannot feel her magic”

You snort, “Do you think I haven’t thought of that? I tried, early in my captivity, to escape. This collar binds me to the life-force of whoever is wearing the Infinity stone around Leonora’s neck. That also means that it doesn’t matter how far I go, the magic will always have ahold of me. I don’t know who made this collar, but Leonora has no magic, she isn’t the one who controls me, that stone is.”

“I see”

“Yeah, it sucks, but such is life”

Thor finally sits next to you, “Do you miss it? Do you miss being free?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t change what I did” You turn to look at the prince, “Would you have done this for your brother? Faced life-long imprisonment and torture in order to make sure that he was free?”

“I would, in an instant”

“Then you know what my decision was. Either let my little sister, only a hatchling, become a prisoner, or become one myself.” You take a deep breath and decide to change the topic, “How did you know that I was royalty?”

Thor chuckles, his blue eyes twinkling in the low light, “Only the royals have purple eyes. Did you know that you have a ring of purple around your iris even as a human?”

“You’re probably the first human to notice that. Then again even Leonora doesn’t get his close to me when I am a human. She is only ever interested in me when I am a dragon.”

“Her loss then. It is … refreshing … to speak to someone who is not concerned about my title.”

“I’m glad to be of service, Thor”

He reaches out, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, his large hand cupping your face with a tenderness that you haven’t felt in years, “I will do everything in my power to help you, Y/N. I swear on my kingdom that you I will free you.”

You lean into his hand, savoring the contact, “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep”

Thor’s thumb brushes along your cheek, “I always keep my promises, Y/N. Now,” he stands up, helping you to your feet, “it is time for us both to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will bring good news to us both”

“I like your optimism”

He chuckles, “Goodnight, Y/N”

Steeling yourself you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to Thor’s cheek, “Goodnight, Thor”

Before he can say anything else you quickly shift back into a dragon and curl into your nest. Thor stands there for another minute before he slowly makes his way back up the stair. You can’t help but feel hope at the princes promise. Perhaps one day you will no longer be a captive dragon, perhaps one day you will finally be free.

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5 Times Mitch Wanted To Kiss Jonas and One Time He Did

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It had been raining, yet Jonas had insisted that yes, of course they needed to go out and catch that Gengar, whatever the fuck that was. After around 17 minutes (Mitch had counted each dreadful second, though the smile on Jonas’ face was worth every one.) They rushed into a dingy gas station, an uninterested, acne-infested teen sitting boredly at the counter. Mitch was sure that there had never been anything more soft and beautiful than the moment Jonas had shook his head gently, a few droplets of water flying off his hair. He shivered softly, so of course, Mitch did the only thing he could think of, quickly shrugging off his jacket and shoving it into Jo’s arms. “Go grab a fuckton of food, Spots. And warm up.” He said quickly, hoping the younger boy wouldn’t notice the angry warmth rising to Mitch’s face. And when Jonas smiled at him gratefully, Mitch figured that was the first time he might have actually kissed him.

II.

The second time they were at the cove. “Why do you even like that Carmen bitch?” Mitch had exclaimed loudly, and the soft yellow lights surrounding Jonas had quickly shifted to a much more aggressive red. “Don’t call her that… You don’t know her like I do.” “Spots, she’s just using ya! I dunno how you can’t see that! Are you fucking blind?” He’d spat back angrily, raising his hand in a wide gesture. Only when Jo flinched back, covering his face with his hands and letting out a barely audible whimper did Mitch realize. “Wait, no, Spots, I’m sorry! Fuck, fuck me in the fucking ass I’m sorry!” He said quickly, trying to soften his voice as he rushed over to Jonas and pulled him into his arms. “No, Spots, I was just mad, ya see? I’m sorry, Spots. I’m a fuckup, okay?” “I don’t think you’re a fuckup.” Jonas had replied intently, looking up for a split second before shifting his teary eyes downwards and burying his face in Mitch’s shoulder. He had never wanted to kiss him more, not even that time at the gas station, when he’d felt more helpless and head over heels than ever.

III.

Technically they weren’t even together the third time. Jonas was with his respective “friends,” Mitch waiting for him against a wall around a hundred feet away. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Joey’s friends. They all hated him, but surely they were doing something right if Joey liked them. He’d never admit it, of course, but part of him was envious. It didn’t take him long to hear the nervous, venom-laced words dropping from Lewis’ mouth. “Dude, are you seriously going with him again? I still think he killed his mom. He could stab you too! And what about his dad?! People don’t go to jail for no reason, Jonas.” Of all the rumors made about him, none of them bothered Mitch more than ones about his mom. His beautiful, trashy, loving mom. Mitch couldn’t even stomach the thought of stabbing her, much less killing her. He was about ready to just roll his eyes and walk away when he heard his Joey retort a bit angrily. “He didn’t kill anyone! That’s just a rumor… You don’t know him the way that I do. I’m going now.” And when Jonas came rushing over to him, he’d done something he rarely did to anyone, unless it was a joke. He hugged Jonas tightly, ruffling his hair and chuckling. “Took ya long enough, Spots.” Jonas laughed softly, and Mitch was seriously thinking about kissing him. He grinned, leaning towards him, maybe to kiss his forehead or the top of his head or something when Jonas looked up. He quickly blew on Jo’s face so his hair would stick up, and the younger boy quickly recoiled and scrunched up his nose. “Aw, Mitch! Your breath is bad!” “Only for you, Spots.”

IIII.

Mitch figured the fourth time hurt him the most. He’d never hated anyone more than he hated Carmen and Neil when it happened. He’d been okay with Carmen, if not uncomfortably jealous, with only an average hatred for Neil. Of course, that had changed when Jonas ran up to him after school, bleary-eyed and smiling weakly at him. Mitch frowned, opening his arms as Jo went to hug him. “Hey, what’s wrong Spots?” Jonas frowned, and hell if Mitch didn’t know that look- whoever hurt him would fucking pay. “Oh, it’s- it’s nothing. Doesn’t matter.” Mitch raised an eyebrow, scowling at Neil as he made eye contact with the boy standing a bit aways. “Spots.” “Look, Mitch, it’s fine! I’m okay, I always am. Neil just shoved me around a little for talking to Carmen. It’s fine, I’m used to it.” That elicited an eyeroll on Mitch’s part, though he looked back to Neil after a moment. “What’d he say to you, Joey?” “What? No, don’t do anything… he just called me a fag and some other stuff, nothing new…” He watched, looking away pointedly as Jonas bit his lip, and he felt a hand on his arm. “Joey, I gotta go.” Mitch drawled for a moment, then quickly stormed over to Neil. He doesn’t remember much of anything, other than Jonas and Javi pulling him off of Neil, and some people recording. And Joey wiping down his lip, looking down as soft red and blue lights floated around them. “Mitch, I… I told you not to! You got suspended, in case you didn’t hear. For a week, I’ll add! Look, I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. I…” Mitch sighed, leaning in some as Joey’s fingers brushed against his lip. Inches- inches apart, and Mitch’s heart was racing faster than it had since he blew up a bounce house and someone called the cops. He instinctively jumped away when he heard the door open, and looked awkwardly at Sidney. “He needs to go, Dean said.” She said pointedly, crossing her arms. “He says he doesn’t want “criminal blood” staining the furniture.“ Mitch nodded as she walked out, then looked at Jonas with a smirk. "Thanks for cleaning me up, Spots. See ya.”

IIIII.

The last time was Mitch’s personal favorite. They were, of all things, grocery shopping. It wasn’t much of an activity, but any time he could spend with Jonas, he’d take. Even if Jonas did happen to be scolding him. “Mitch, you can’t live off of frozen spaghetti meals! Those have no nutrients, at all! Jesus, no wonder you’re so skinny…” Mitch frowned- was he too skinny? Did Jonas find it unattractive? He wasn’t normally the type to worry about people’s opinions of his body (let him do the judging, thanks.) But this was Jo. His Spots. “Eh, they’re quick and easy! Just like-” “Mitch.” “Okay, okay. Sorry.” He smirked, watching as Jonas piled random food into the cart till it was about the same height as him. “That’s… This is so bad for you! You need to eat healthier! When was the last time you ate anything of substance?! What the heck, man? I-” He grabbed Jonas’ shoulders after a moment, giving him a stern look. “Joey. Shut up.” “You’re going to die if you keep living like this.” Jonas whispered back, and Mitch noticed him blushing at the little space between them at this point. “I’ll be fine.” He mumbled, and he could swear Jonas was leaning in too. He was so close- so, so close to resolving the tension that they had ignored for the past 6 months. He could feel Joey’s breath on his lips, and he could almost-. All of the groceries in the cart came tumbling down, like Mitch’s will to live when Jonas jumped back and let out a yelp. “Oh, uh… Must have put too much in the cart, you know me.” He muttered awkwardly, and Mitch raised an eyebrow though he didn’t comment on it. He let out a soft chuckle, helping Jonas pick up the fallen food and put it back in the cart. “Ya know I’ll probably just get McDonald’s right after we buy all this healthy food, right Spots?” “Yeah. I do.”

IIIIII.

“Mitch?” Jonas piped up, voice soft and hazy with something Mitch couldn’t quite understand. “Eh?” “What is this?” Jonas said softly, and Mitch looked up at Jonas’ phone for a minute, heart dropping. “Fuck, fuck, Joey, you weren’t s'posed to… Shit, no, I don’t fucking…” Words spilled quickly out of his mouth- how could he have been so careless? Jonas had, of all things, looked at his tumblr. Inbox flooded with asks about the younger boy, blog filled with him gushing over him and… Other things. “Fuck, Joey, you said you never wanted to look again! Why did you?” “I don’t-… I don’t know, Mitch, sometimes I worry, and I thought maybe you’d be venting on your tumblr or something!” Mitch bit his lip, running his hands through his hair. “Wait, Spots… You worry?” He questioned gently, glancing up for a moment. “Well, of course! I… You never eat enough, your mom isn’t around right now, you seem really panicked sometimes… I notice these things, Mitch! I notice a lot of these things! I- I notice every time you try to kiss me, and every time it gets interrupted! Other people notice, and I just wish you’d get it over with so I don’t have to notice anymore!” Mitch’s eyes widened, and he noted the mix of red and pink lights floating around them. Jonas was never able to control his lights very well when he got emotional. “Mitch.” He turned, looking questioningly at the younger boy. “Please… Please kiss me. Just get it over with.” And he did. He did, and he didn’t stop. He cradled Jonas’ face in his hands, pressing their lips together with the intensity of every time that it had been ruined. Mitch pulled back after a moment, leaning back and crossing his arms as a smirk grew on his face. “You’re a pretty good kisser, Spots.”

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ungodly hour ➝ part two

Chris Evans x Reader OFC! ( Zariyah Hawthorne )

Summary: in which Chris and Zariyah have to work alongside each other despite being exes.

Warning: More Angst & Cursing

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: Sorry for the wait, we’ll be back on track. 💗

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December 15th, 2016 ➝ Los Angeles, California

I should’ve given Chris the benefit of the doubt, but everything happened so fast, that it was hard to comprehend.

I needed answers, I needed them now and somehow I got them. I sat here for a moment, not believing what I was staring at.

It was all a lie and I believed it, I fucking believe it. My publicist found out that someone was paid to send me a fake cheating picture of Chris.

I sat my phone down for a second and covered my face with my hands. Tears began to come down my face.

Chris was telling the truth and I didn’t believe him. In a matter of seconds regret, sadness and heartache filled my whole body.

I needed to talk to him, I had to talk to him. I sniffed and wiped my tears, decided to text him until my eyes caught something.

I scrolled and stopped at the E! News article headline. I gasped not even .

Are Chris Evans and Lily Grace Dating?

December 15th, 2016

Is there something romantic going on between Chris Evans and Lily Grace? Actor, Chris Evans (37) and Model, Lily Grace (29) were spotted having dinner together at a restaurant in Orlando, Florida on Wednesday. They were also spotted at Disney world a few days ago by fans.

An eyewitness told E! News that "They were flirting, laughing, and looked to be having a great time" The pair had first sparked romance rumors two months ago, neither star had confirmed the nature of their relationship.

Is #Evansthorne really over? Has Chris really moved on? Are Chris and Lily really dating? Leave comments below on what you think!

My heart broke into a million pieces, it was over. I let him go and now he’s happy with someone else.

I broke down into tears, angry at myself, angry at the fact I let someone lie and manipulation destroy our amazing relationship.

I cried and cried until I couldn’t anymore and fell asleep. I jumped awake, wondering where the hell I was.

I realized that I was at home and had fallen asleep. I glanced over my shoulder to look at the clock and it was only five in the morning.

I felt so numb that it was hard setting up in bed. I leaned my back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling for about three hours.

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It's been a few days since I found out the truth, and It’s been really hard, especially with fans tagging me in Chris’s instagram post.

It was true, he had moved on to someone else and I couldn’t be mad or jealous about it.

I haven’t been able to leave my bedroom, all I’ve been doing is sleeping, eating and crying.

Whenever I woke up too early I would toss and turn until I was a lot more comfortable and fall asleep again.

The bright light coming from the crack blinds threatened my eyelids to open but I kept them closed, wanting to keep sleeping.

I was about to go back to sleep when my phone made a noise. I put it up and saw that I had a text from my sister, Zoey.

All of my family and friends have been texting and calling me, they must have heard of the news and wanted to check on me.

I of course lied and said I was okay. I slid to unlock my phone and looked at the text.

zoey 👻 “Are you okay, Zari?”

what I really wanted to say { no, I'm not. I'm heartbroken and I made a huge mistake. }

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zari ✨Yeah, I'm great. why wouldn't I be?

zoey 👻 Are you sure because sometimes you pretend to be okay when you're really not.

zoey 👻 i'm here for you, Zari. You can tell me anything?

what I really wanted to say { I made a huge mistake, I found out Chris wasn't really cheating. The picture I saw was fake. I feel so stupid for not believing him and now he's moved on. my heart is breaking }

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zari ✨ I'm 100% okay! I'm happy for chris and plus, I've moved on and seeing someone 😏💗

zoey 👻 Oh okay, zari! I love you and if you ever feel you need to talk. Call me! 💓

zari ✨I love you too, Zoey and thanks, really appreciate it.

zoey 👻 You're welcome. oh hey, do you wanna go to the bar tomorrow?

what I really wanted to say { no, I can't too damn depressed }

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zari ✨sure, I love it!

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"Are you sure, you're ok Zari?" Zoey asked for the one billionth time, and I gave her the same answer every time.

Even though I was lying, I had to fake it until I'd make it, and eventually, I'll get over it. It was late at night, the bar was crowded, loud, and surely smelled like alcohol.

Zoey and I found a table and ordered some drinks. My eyes began to wander around the bar as she rambled on about her new man.

My heart stopped when I saw him with her. I looked away quickly trying to calm my nerves but nothing worked.

Zoey caught my eyes and realized who I was seeing. "Are you ok?" She asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I nodded. "Yeah, um I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded, walking over to him and when he saw my face, his eyes went blank to amused, which was weird.

"Hey, Zariyah" Chris greeted me with a fake smile. I nodded at him and looked at the girl. She was pretty, alright.

"Oh, I'm being so rude. Zariyah this is Lily, my new girlfriend, and Lily this is Zariyah, my ex-girlfriend" Chris says coldly.

My heart broke when he said ex. His new girlfriend didn't even care, she looked me up and down, shrugged, and went back to sipping her wine.

"Um...Chris, can I talk to you for a minute please?!" I asked, already feeling an annoying vibe from his new girlfriend.

"Whatever you have to say to him, you can say it in front of me" Lily spoke up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Bitch who are you?

"You heard my lady." He says, with a smirk, taking a sip of his beer. "Are you serious?" I asked and he nodded.

If he wants to be like them, so be it, two can play that game.

"Okay, well I don't know how to say this but I'm pregnant with your child Chris" He almost spit his drink out while looking at me.

I rolled my eyes and walked away, Zoey knew that was our cue to leave the bar.

"ZARIYAH!" Chris called out my name as we were almost to the car. I told Zoey to go ahead and that I'll be there in a second.

"What the hell was that, you're not pregnant." He says with anger in his tone.

"I know I'm not, I just wanted to talk to you alone" I answered with my hands on my hips. Chris stared at me intensely.

"What do you want, Zariyah?" Chris asked, putting his hands in pockets. I took a deep breath as I began to speak.

"I-uh-um I want to talk to you about us-" He cut me off.

"US? There is no us, Zariyah. You made that clear when you broke up with me, so what is the real problem?" He asked.

"Fine, who is that bitch? Like for real, Chris" I burst out. Chris shook his head, chuckling at me, turning to leave.

"Chris, please wait!" He stopped and turned back towards me. "Why should I, Zariyah?"

"Because I'm sorry and I love you. I made a huge mistake by breaking up with you. I should've believed-" He cut me off again.

"Believed me when I told you I wasn't cheating. Yeah, you're right!" He was getting aggravated, moving closer to me.

"I cried every fucking night for you, do you know that? I spent every single day wondering why you didn't believe or trust me. I loved you with my fucking heart, and I've been loyal since the day we started dating. I would die before I do anything in my bones to hurt you"

I didn't say anything because I knew what he was saying was true.

"But now that I'm with another woman, that made you realize your mistake and that this whole thing was a big misunderstanding. You have no right to be jealous or hurt when you're the one who left me." Chris says.

"God, I wish I never met you," He says. I nodded as the tears came down my face. His face softened when he saw me crying, he really hated when I cried.

"Zariyah I-" He started but I cut him off.

"No, no I deserve that and I'm sorry for hurting you, I really am. I believed everything and everyone but you. I'm so sorry I hurt you, Chris and I'll do anything to get another chance" I whispered.

Chris and I stood there, just staring at each other in silence, he was about to say something but he was cut off.

"Chris, are you ok?" Lily called out, he turned to look at her for a second before turning back to me.

"I think it's best if we both move on!" He says, not giving me a chance to reply. He walks back inside the bar with his girlfriend.

It begins to rain and I could feel more tears come down my face as my heart bleeds out. I couldn't be mad at anything or anybody but myself.

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