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I relate to Tim partially because I, too, was ignored most of my childhood, and so speaking from that I feel like there are a couple stages that kids go through when they're neglected. I'm not naming all of them, but I'll name a few along with some situations I think Tim would have gotten himself into during those stages. (obviously talking abt parents who do neglect kids, not all parents but if I say parents, I mean the neglectful ones)(also the age ranges/"stages" are all based on personal experience + what i've witnessed, not saying any of this is fact)(+ if I get any personality traits/time stamps wrong w Tim pls don't come for me lmao but feel free to correct me in comments)(long post incoming)
So #1 we've got confusion. Basically, at some point between the ages of 2-5, I feel like that's when parents usually start to neglect their kids (can happen sooner or later but, generalizing). So the kid goes from moderate amount of attention and receiving affection, to a lack thereof. Sometimes the kid will continue to expect affection and when they don't receive it, this can leave the kid wondering what they could have done wrong to cause this.
I feel like one day, Tim (around age 3) goes to lay in bed and is expecting his mom to come and tuck him in/give him a goodnight kiss, and he just stays laying there for almost an hour. At some point he gets up to check if she's coming and she's already gone to bed. Tim knocks on the door, no response. Understandably upset, he goes back to bed and attempts to tuck himself in before giving up and laying in bed, crying himself to sleep. The next day he tries making his mom a card telling her how much he loves her, thinking that will fix his non-existent "mistake", and she accepts it kindly enough, but he finds it later that day in the trash.
Ok on to #2, we've got a mix of denial and the beginnings of acting out. This might happen between 4-7, the kid doesn't know how to deal with the neglect, so they act like it's not happening. They've adjusted to less affection but they're still so eager when they receive any bit of it, and they still offer hugs and cards when they think that will help things. If someone asked them if their parents loved them, they'd confidently answer yes. But there's still that pit in their stomach, like they can't do enough to get that love and affection back, so they find another way they think could work. It's not necessarily a conscious decision, to act out. Could be the kid is a little fussier in the morning, hoping their parent will offer to hold their hand on the walk to the bus. Could be the kid saying they don't feel well at school so their parent will come pick them up. Could be seeming like a "distraction" or "nuisance" because the kid keeps trying to make conversation or make funny faces during dinner.
I think little Tim would try and hug his parents each morning before school, going as far as being late to school because his dad had an important phone call and Tim sat there waiting for him to hang up. Tim would probably leave his lunch bag at home on purpose just so he would have to call his mom and ask her to bring it to school for him. She'd end up asking a nanny to send it for her, or just telling Tim to get a lunch from the cafeteria instead.
#3 is more obvious attempts at gaining attention. Probably from anywhere within ages 7-12, the kid will still preen at affection, but they're less likely to seek it from their parents. They might even outright dismiss any potential affection from their parents because they feel like it's not genuine or that they don't deserve it. The kid will likely try to get attention and affection from a teacher/authority figure, but they may also like attention from peers. This may lead to the kid either seeming to be a "class clown" or just a "class nuisance", that or a teacher's pet. They may still act out by faking an illness or being more irritable, but they could go further towards things like knocking stuff over and causing a scene, bullying peers, or interrupting the teacher to tell jokes.
I feel like Tim might try the joke route, while also being a teacher's pet with certain teachers. He'd do the jokes in a subtle way where it's not outright loud and attention seeking, but where people still know it's him. He might be the type to draw a caricature of a teacher he dislikes on the board before class, or put gum on the bully's desk chair so it gets on their pants, or pass around a silly joke on a paper. He might get himself into trouble with the principal, or get bullied more by some peers, for his various antics, but never bad enough that his parents are called. If they threaten to call his parents, he reminds them that either they're A) out of the country and would be of no use or B) that they fund the school (or smth like that, maybe Tim just straight up pays them not to call his parents). Teacher's Pet Tim would only happen with one teacher I think, probably the art teacher or maybe English. It'd be something where he'd start joking in that class but right as that teacher says so, he'll calm right down and be super respectful loll.
#4 is basically all of the teenage years. This can vary a lot from person to person so i'm hesitant to label this, so i'm just gonna talk about what I think Tim would/does do. So at this point in time, around 13 years old, he's pretty much given up on his parents. He could give less of a shit about what they think (or at least that's what he tells himself). So during this time, he's started following Batman and Robin, bouncing around rooftops and photographing them and whatnot. His parents don't notice, and if they ever asked he'd have "i'm sleeping over at a friend's house" prepared as an excuse. During this time, he's distant from his parents and while Batman has become that authority figure that he looks up to, he's not close with Batman either. I think this would lead to him feeling exceptionally lonely, and while he still has friends, he doesn't ask to hang out near as much as he used to. Whenever they ask, he usually rejects and says he's busy that night, even on nights he wasn't planning to go out and do photography. On those nights, he mostly lays in bed either doom scrolling through blogs and news stories about vigilantes, or just listening to music. This span of time finds Tim occupied with art, photography, laying in bed, listening to music, and finding out secret identities.
Once he becomes Robin, he's far happier than before. Finally a vigilante, he's become the thing he looked up to for years. But there's downsides, besides the obvious horrible things he witnesses of course. He wants to reconnect with those friends he pushed away when he was in that depressive slump, but he can't just say "Hey batman, i'm taking a night off from patrol!", and this leads to his friends making rumors or just being suspicious in general. They realize he seems happier, but he still can't hang out? He dodges questions? Why is that? They begin to rely on him less, not inviting him to things because they already assume he won't be able to go. While he's happy, he still feels far too lonely.
But he's a vigilante now. He tells himself he doesn't have time for being lonely or feeling unloved. So he'll push down that urge to receive a hug from his mother, he'll ignore the pride he feels when he receives a sliver of attention from Batman or his teachers, he'll try not to feel lonely when his friends mention shows or movies he hasn't had time to catch up on yet, he'll hope Batman ignored those times he slipped and called him "Dad", and he'll ignore that pit in his soul that's been there since he was 6 years old and never really healed.
He's a vigilante now, he doesn't have time to want (need) affection.
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I've Made Up My Mind
Summary: (7) Layla’s on a hunting trip… and she hasn’t been home in a few days. FWMS Masterlist.
Genre: Mostly fluff, a little spicy, a tiny bit angsty.
Content: Kissing, heavy petting ig. Vague talk of human trafficking and description of a violent nightmare. Overall… PG-13? 4.1k words.
A/N: I could have made the text messages abbreviated and more ‘realistic’ or whatever, but I would rather them be readable. Just pretend Marc was an English major ok. This was originally only ½ a chapter but it got too long.
Marc had been texting her a lot.
It was part of their agreement, but neither of them had expected it to actually be working. Layla had met Marc halfway with his mental health treatment—he refused to go to therapy, she refused to sit by and watch him go on without help. He agreed to write and, by extension, he agreed to write to her. Every single day, whether he felt like it or not, whether he had anything to say or not.
Sometimes it would come in the form of simple good morning and good night texts. Other times, he’d stay on the phone with her late into the night, whispering the vulnerable things that he should have been saying to Layla all along. Some things were easier than others, he had come to find out, but that didn’t really matter. He stuck to his word.
Layla had been on a “work trip” in Dubai for the last several days. The targets that she was tracking were high-risk, high-reward, and the job took all her attention. Most of the time, she was unavailable to reply to him, but Marc still sent his texts like clockwork.
Marc: Good morning, I love you.
Marc: Goodnight, I love you.
Marc: Good morning. Please be safe.
Marc: Having a hard day today. I wish you were here.
Marc: Goodnight. I love you.
Marc: Morning babe. Hope the weather’s good where you are.
She hadn’t answered in over three days, but he wasn’t upset with her. Marc was scared, though. As much as Khonshu had protected him from harm, he wasn’t very convinced that Taweret could be trusted to do the same for Layla. He’d seen the entire Ennead’s avatars slaughtered in one night, and their gods were supposed to be protecting them, too. Maybe Taweret was good on her word, or maybe she was just as much of a pompous ass as the rest of the Egyptian deities. Either way, Marc was getting concerned at Layla’s lack of reply. His anxiety was palpable.
Marc: I just realized that I don’t even know what your favorite flowers are. That’s one of the first things a husband should know, isn’t it? As soon as you get home, I’m buying you flowers.
Marc: I love you so much. Goodnight.
Marc: I think that the nightmares have started again.
He didn’t know much about his PTSD, except that a doctor had told him a long time ago that his nightmares were part of it. At the time, most of them were about his brother, save for a select few brutal ones about his mom. Now, though, he had a whole array of horrors that would threaten to greet him every time he closed his eyes. They only worsened when his bed was empty.
Steven’s presence helped a little bit, but Marc was still losing enough sleep to affect his cognition. Even if he did manage a few hours, he’d wake up exhausted all the same. His heart would be racing, his sheets would be drenched in sweat, and his limbs would be so heavy that it almost hurt to drag himself to the shower and then to the kitchen to brew a too-strong cup of coffee. Sometimes the body rested better when Steven was the one at the front. Sometimes, though, he’d return to the Duat when he fell asleep. Paralysis would follow, but instead of a demon to haunt him, there would just be the dreaded image of endless dunes and the feeling of sand in his throat.
Needless to say, the boys were not sleeping very much. They had come to be used to it, but it seemed quite unfair that they’d made so many strides in sharing the body and still could not manage to get a good night’s rest. Steven knew of many ways to pass the time when the restlessness came, but Marc wasn’t used to it. Each time a terror managed to tear him up from his bed, there was only one thing he had to fall back on.
Marc: Last night it was about our trip to Tokyo. You remember that? I was scared as shit that whole mission but you didn’t even flinch.
Marc: It wasn’t like the trip though. I was so slow, it’s like I was frozen in place. You were running around fighting just like normal. But you were too slow, too. I just watched it all in slow motion and they took you away from me.
Marc: I don’t know what I would do if that happened.
Marc: I miss you so much. I know you’re busy but please let me know you’re okay.
Marc: I love you so much.
He couldn’t believe the man he was turning into. Marc had never spoken this much about anything in his life. Ever. Even if it was just over text, even if he didn’t have to say the words out loud, he’d never been so… vulnerable before. He never knew that he even could. The more time he spent saying these things to Layla, though, the more natural they felt to share.
Marc: You know how they say that love at first sight isn’t real? I call bullshit on that. The first time that I saw you I was already done for. You had on that leather jacket and your hair was pinned back, and you tore into that guy at the display case when he credited your father’s work to some other dickhead. There was just so much fire in you and I knew right then. I was hooked. I had to have you.
Marc: That sounds all sexist doesn’t it. That’s not what I meant. You know what I meant. You were just all the perfect things and I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I wanted to protect you, I had this NEED to protect you. But you never needed it, you always took care of yourself. You still do.
Marc: That was the only way I knew how to love you.
Work had been a solid distraction, but time was stretching on and there was still no word from Layla. Marc’s unease was beginning to grow into panic. Now, his lack of sleep was from worry just as much as from nightmares. It took everything in him not to turn to the bottle for comfort, or god forbid, one of his other coping mechanisms.
Marc: I just want to know you’re okay.
Marc: I’m sorry for the things that I did. I know that I already apologized but… I’m sorry. The way that I lied to you all that time. I don’t know what was wrong with me. It’s still hard not to lie sometimes, but I never do. I promise. I will never lie to you again. I was so goddamn stupid and I thought that you were better off without me. I don’t know, I still think that, but I don’t want to hurt you like that again. Plus you have Steven now too. He can give you things that I can’t. He can be the things that I’ll never be. The things that you deserve.
Marc: Please tell me you’re okay. It’s been four days.
He was half-convinced to book a plane ticket to Dubai. Marc gave himself another day. If Layla didn’t reply in the next 24 hours, he was coming to find her. Ceremonial suit or not, he would be there to make sure she was safe. He couldn’t help himself.
It was nearly two in the morning and Marc hadn’t even shut his eyes once. He knew that he needed to be up at the crack of dawn, but he couldn’t get his heart to stop jumping into his throat. Marc had taken ibuprofen for the pounding in his head, but it barely muted the physical pain and didn’t touch the rest of it. He sat at the edge of his bed, drawing circles on his skin and willing the motion to calm some part of him down. It wasn’t working.
Suddenly, the dead quiet of the night was interrupted by a sharp, chiming tone.
A text alert.
Marc flinched at the noise and his head jerked in the direction of his night stand. The flip-phone sat motionless on the side table, the screen illuminated blue. He snatched it into his hand.
The phone started going wild. Text after text flooded in until more than a dozen messages had been alerted in quick succession. Voicemail tones rang in-between them. Marc could only stare at the phone in shock until the onslaught slowed. Finally, the tones stopped and the room was once again silent. He pulled the first message up on the screen.
(4 Days Ago) Layla: I’m about to lose signal for a few days. Not even sure I have it now. I don’t know if my messages will send, but I’ll try to update you.
(4 Days Ago) Layla: Goodnight. I love you.
(3 Days Ago) Layla: I’m beginning to think that the wings on this suit are giving me a complex.
(3 Days Ago) Layla: I’m safe, by the way. Might not text for a day or two. I got a good lead.
(3 Days Ago) Layla: I miss having my partner to help me.
(1 Day Ago) Layla: Finishing up here. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back to London. Leaving later tonight.
(2 Hours Ago) Layla: Oh God. I just got your messages. None of mine even sent to you did they?
(2 Hours Ago) Layla: I just got off my flight. I’m waiting on the bus now. Are you awake?
(2 Hours Ago) Layla: Can I come over?
And then, one final ping.
(17 Minutes Ago) Layla: Fuck it. I’m coming over.
If Marc was restless before, he was wide awake now. He fumbled for the switch on the lamp beside his bed, illuminating the room with a much harsher light than the glow of the moon seeping through the windows. The apartment was a mess—dirty mugs littered about the place, shirts and sweats strewn across the floor. Marc scrambled to clear a path from the front door, hiding the clear evidence that he’d been falling apart for the last couple days.
He had just placed the last mug in the sink when a gentle knock against the door echoed into the kitchen.
Marc was at the door in an instant. He turned the knob and pulled it toward him. Layla was dressed in a hoodie and sweats, likely the clothes that she wore on the plane. Her hair was tied up in a bun. She looked tired.
Her feet dangled in the air as Marc scooped her up into his arms, taking less than a second to look her over first. Layla gasped at the impact, digging her nails into his back. She expected him to put her down after that, but he didn’t budge. Marc's arms were wrapped firmly around her and he wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t.
“Hey, baby,” she hummed. Layla leaned into his touch, bringing her hand up to the back of his head. He sighed into her neck. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I love you,” Marc groaned. His breath was hot against her skin. He kicked the door shut and stumbled backward to the sitting room. “I missed you.”
Layla chuckled when the backs of his knees hit the couch. “I know. I love you, too.”
Marc was shaking. He hadn’t realized it until now, but he was practically buzzing with energy. Whether it was excitement or shock or something else, he wasn’t entirely sure. All he knew is that he couldn’t physically get any closer to Layla, but he didn’t feel quite close enough.
“Scared me to death.” His grip didn’t soften. He leaned back until his shoulders hit the cushions. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Her weight shifted on top of him. Her mouth found his ear and her teeth grazed the lobe. “I’m back now.”
He hadn’t felt like this in so long. In some respect, Marc had never felt like he was feeling right now. He had never wanted to hold her so tightly. He had never been so utterly terrified to let go. What Marc could remember, though, was the feeling of longing. The feeling that their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. The feeling that Marc’s only goal in the world was to make Layla feel good. Like that was his purpose.
Marc pulled her down into a kiss.
They moved together lazily, but passionately. It seemed that neither of their bodies quite had the energy for what they truly had in mind. He held Layla against him with all the strength he could muster, keeping her body flush with his and giving her the opportunity to explore his waist with the limited movement of her one free hand. The two of them could have stayed there for hours, save for the fact that it was nearly three in the morning and neither of them had slept a wink in days. Marc persisted, though, as long as he could. He only finally pulled away when his lungs could not physically handle being deprived of air anymore.
Layla wrapped herself around him from behind when they made their way to the bed. She was nearly as tall as him, her frame almost as big, so she had no difficulty enveloping him in her arms. He was rigid against the feeling at first, but managed to sink into it in a matter of minutes. He felt safe in her arms and, though he wouldn’t admit it, he really needed her to hold him right now.
“I’m happy you’re here,” he mumbled to her. Sleep was tugging at him in a way that it hadn’t dared to in days. Her breath tickled his neck.
She interlocked their fingers, breathing a chuckle. “Me too. Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
His eyelids were heavy. He was as tired as he’d ever been before, but only now did his body seem to think it was safe to relax. Marc thought, for just a moment as he drifted off, that he might actually sleep well tonight. That would have been too good to be true, though, and sure enough, the nightmares came just the same as they always did.
This time it was Cairo. Nothing too fancy, nothing imaginative. Marc’s mind was filled to the brim with imagery of Arthur Harrow and his followers. The violet beam that Harrow flung from his cane wrought destruction in every direction. Marc reached for the crescent blade on his chest, but felt only fabric underneath his palm. Just like always, Marc’s feet were frozen in place. He couldn’t move, couldn’t protect himself. More importantly, he couldn’t protect her.
“Layla.”
He called out to her, intending to shout, but the noise came out barely a whisper. She couldn’t hear him. Layla stood before Harrow in her avatar suit, just a few steps away from the tip of his outstretched cane. He had noticed her presence. It was only a matter of moments before he decided to strike against her.
“Layla!”
Still, nothing came out. Marc could only watch in horror as the beam of light struck Layla square in the chest, knocking her backwards. He wanted to scream at Harrow—to distract him, to make himself the target instead of her—but his voice was shot. The disciple walked right by him, zeroing in on his wife. She seemed in no rush to pick herself up off the ground. Marc already knew how this ended. In a hundred different nightmares, he’d seen the same thing before. Layla, fighting against all odds, determined as always. Him, frozen and unable to help. Too slow to protect her. Too weak to protect her. He had watched his enemies strike her down a hundred times before. That’s all he could ever do. Watch.
Harrow brought his cane over his head, aiming the crocodile-shaped knob on the end against Layla’s skull. Marc tried to look away as he dealt the first blow. His head wouldn’t turn though, and his eyes wouldn’t close no matter how hard he tried. Even if he’d seen it a hundred times, even if a small part of his mind always knew that it wasn’t real, it didn’t hurt any less. He yelled for her, one last desperate plea.
Marc was at the edge of the bed before he even realized he was awake. He almost wanted to laugh at himself—it was normally Steven that woke up running. The beginning light of the sunrise illuminated the room just enough for him to see the outline of a figure beside him. He lowered himself back into bed, blushing at the way Layla was staring at him. He didn’t know if his movement had woken her up or if he was talking in his sleep. Either way, it was obvious she knew he’d just woken from a nightmare.
“Sorry,” he murmured. His body was still trembling and his heart was still racing. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s alright,” she chimed. She held out her arms as an offer to hold him. To comfort him. “I get them, too.”
He shook his head, moving to sit at the edge of the mattress. “I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now.”
“You should at least try, darling. You’ve barely slept three hours.”
“I’ll be fine.” He put his head in his hands. Layla was having none of it.
“At least lay with me.” She repositioned herself so that he could lay his head against her chest. She patted the bed beside her. “Please? Keep me warm, baby.”
“Okay.”
Marc always loved the feeling of Layla running her hands through his hair. It was the most relaxing sensation he could think of. Layla carded her fingers through his curls as he laid against her, and Marc could feel his muscles relaxing more than they had in months. The trembling died down the longer he listened to her steady heartbeat. After a while, he brought his arms up to wrap properly around her torso.
“Thank you,” he mumbled into her chest.
Layla pulled the cover up over him. “For what?”
“For staying.”
The sun was rising above the horizon by now. The low golden glow illuminated the studio just enough that Layla could see the content on his face. She could also see that, despite his relaxed demeanor, he wasn’t going back to sleep. As much as it would have made sense to get up and put on a pot of coffee, Layla wanted to stay warm under the covers for just a little while longer.
Marc wasn’t the only one who had fallen apart over the last few days.
“Marc.” Her voice was worried, hesitant. He craned his neck to look at her, picking up on the tone immediately. “I don’t think that I can be alone right now.”
He hadn’t asked about the details of the mission. Layla had told him the basics: a trafficking ring was wreaking havoc on the people of Dubai, particularly on the women and children in poorer communities. Taweret had found a gap in their operation—one that Layla could squeeze into perfectly, if she played her cards right. It was never meant to be a one-and-done trip, but Taweret had hoped they could take a chunk out of the organization, to weaken them right from the start. Marc hadn’t yet asked whether she and Layla had accomplished that.
“You don’t have to be.” He brought his hand down to hold hers. Layla’s wedding ring brushed along his palm and he squeezed her hand tight. “You wanna talk about it?”
“No,” she piped. Layla gritted her teeth. “But I need to.”
They readjusted, so now Layla was laying as Marc had just been, her head resting on her husband’s chest and her arm wrapped around his waist.
“It’s only fair,” he half-smiled. “I’ve been baring my soul to you for weeks.”
She smirked. “You’re supposed to be doing that anyway.”
“So are you.”
Layla took a few deep breaths before starting. Talking about things was easier for her than it was for Marc, but that still didn’t mean it was easy. She sighed. “This job is so much bigger than I thought. And it’s so much…worse. It’s horrible.”
Marc nodded slightly and she cleared her throat. She continued, “I saw things I don’t know how to forget. I mean, some of our adventures together got pretty rough, right? But this was something else entirely. It was like going to hell. Actual hell. These people are demons, Marc. I don’t know what else to call them.”
The worst of the worst, Marc thought to himself. “I can see why Taweret wanted them punished.”
“No, not punished.” Layla shook her head. “Eradicated. It’s not about them Marc, it’s about all the people they’ve hurt. All the people they’re still hurting. They need help. My help.”
Her breath shuddered and Marc brought his hand up to rub circles on her back. “But it’s not just Dubai. It’s not even just the peninsula. It’s everywhere, love. I mean absolutely everywhere. It’s at least over half of Asia and probably just as much of Africa and Europe. I don’t even know if calling it the tip of the iceberg would do it justice. There’s got to be a million people involved, or close to it. The ring isn’t that powerful, but it’s so spread out. I can’t imagine how far.”
Marc didn’t like any of what he was hearing. He hated the thought of that many people in danger, of that many children in danger, but it wasn’t just that. He could tell by Layla’s tone that her fear was not pushing her to forfeit the mission. It wasn’t motivating her to step back or to minimize the scope of her goal. No, he knew better than that. Layla was terrified, not because she had bitten off more than she could chew, but because she was sure now more than ever that she would not stop until the ring had burned to the ground.
“So what are you going to do?” He questioned hesitantly.
Layla almost winced as she thought of her answer.
“I’m going to dance with the devil.”
She buried her head deeper into his chest, trying to absorb the heat. “It’s already started. I have to go in as a participant. I have to work for them, or at least make them think that’s what I’m doing. That’s why I couldn’t text for a few days, they had to search me. Had to be sure I wasn’t a cop or someone from a rival group. I had to make them trust me. Or at least, not actively distrust me.”
“Layla…”
“I know, baby. I know how dangerous it is and I know what it means I’ll have to do. But I can’t stop now. You should know that more than anyone.”
Marc’s heart was skipping again. “Is Taweret making you do this? Is she forcing you?”
“No, Marc. She’s not like him. She wouldn’t do that. This is my choice, alright? I’ve made up my mind.”
And Marc knew what it meant that Layla had made up her mind. There was no point in arguing, no point in trying to convince her otherwise. There was no point in doing anything besides helping her or getting out of her way, and Marc was in no position to help. Not the way she needed him.
“I’ll talk to Steven about helping you track them.”
Her body went rigid at the statement, and she hugged him tighter. “Thank you.”
“Now come on, we gotta get up.” He stretched underneath her, trying to gently roll her off.
She didn’t budge.
“Come on, babe. I’ve got work.”
Layla made a noise of discontent. “Five more minutes.”
He scoffed, then smiled. “Fine, but you’re making breakfast.”
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I hate that this chapter is so late. Ill try to keep to the schedule better.
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Part 1 - Der Hund
Tags: Threats of violence, panic attack mention.
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"He rarely comes out of his room, Jackie. I'm just not sure what we need to do."
"He just needs space, Marv. I'm sure he's okay he just need to recover."
"If you won't talk to him then I will."
"Hey no, he needs space. He wants to be alone."
"He's needed to be alone for 3 months, Jay. I just want to help him."
He sits at the top of the stairs listening to their conversation, like a small child listening to his parents argue about an upcoming divorce. He's never been quite right since he came home. Nightmares and flashbacks occur on a daily. He has a migrane that never seems to go away. The tremors in his hands and scars all along his body are a permanent reminder of the demon who took him. The demon who snuck him away to Germany and tortured him there for 9 months undetected. However now he will walk to his room, turn out the light, lay under the cover, and hopefully get an hour of sleep before a nightmare wakes him.
Three hours later he wakes, gasping for air. He grips at his comforter as tears roll down his bright red cheeks. His door swings wide open, bright light fills the room startling him more. Marvin runs to his bed side and cups his cheeks wiping away tears. "Henrik!! Shit man are you ok?" He can't even nod or shake his head so instead he rests his head into Marvin's shoulder sobbing. "Hey sunshine it's ok. You just had a nightmare that's all. Oh gosh you're hot, here I'll turn your fan on for you." He sniffles, lifting his head up and wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
"I am not a baby. I can... I can take care of myself perfectly fine." He states grabbing his glasses of his nightstand. "And stop trying to say that I need help. I am fine."
Marvin chuckles, "I know but it's ok to admit you need help sometimes. If you don't want my help just say the word but I'm super worried about you. Just let me try to help at least?" Henrik goes quiet. Does he need help? Is he getting worse? Marvin holds his cheek, running his thumb across it. He wishes he could sink into the warm touch and relax finally, instead he pulls away.
"You're acting like my mother." He mumbles quietly. Marvin did always act like a mother figure, calming him through panic attacks or even sewing up scratches in Jackie's supersuit when fights got too rough. Sneaking a note into his lunchbox before work with doodles of cats and flowers and making a cup of lavender tea with milk when he had rough days at work. "I'm starting to think you're her reincarnated." He doesn't realize it but a smile has crept up onto his face.
Marvin laughs, "You think so? Didn't she die wayyy after I was born?" He lets out a small nod. "I just like to look after people that's all! Hey it's late, if you want I can make you some tea or stay until you fall asleep."
"I think I'll be ok but thank you." Marvin stands up and begins to walk way, "Wait. Can I tell you something?" He stands in the doorway and nods, "I keep having nightmares about...well you know, but keep hearing the name Jameson in my sleep. That probably doesn't make any sense but it's like a whisper that won't get any louder. I've never heard the name before and I just... have a feeling you might know about it."
Marvin nods in the doorway, "I'll look into it but for now get some rest. Goodnight Hen." He closes the door leaving the room in darkness.
He tosses and turns that night trying to remember anything he could about the name Jameson. Why now of all times? Who could Jameson be? A ghost? A man who Anti killed many years ago? Marvin wonders too, who could this Jameson be?
While back in Germany, a man named Jameson sits across from a demon. His eyes are as sharp as the knife between his fingers. "I thought I told you to kill the hero." The demon spits. He hold a glass of whiskey in his poisonous hands.
'And I have told you I am not killing anyone.' Jameson angerly signs back. The demon across from him smirks throwing the rest of the drink down his throat.
"Keep up your attitude and I'll break those fingers of yours again." Jameson stares daggers into the demon across from him. Maybe if he stares hard enough, he'll explode into a million pieces. "Don't give me that look JJ. You're my puppet and I am your puppeteer. You have no one else but me. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way, and you know how much I hate using the hard way." Jameson doesn't need to speak words or use sign to get his point across, he simply holds up his middle finger not breaking eye contact with the demon.
The demon chuckles, "Ok then, the hard way it is."
#henrik von schneeplestein#fics#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye egos#marvin the magnificent#jackieboy man#jameson jackson#antisepticeye#threats of violence#panic attack
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It had been a long day of classes. Which wasn't unusual seeing as you were in your final year at Hogwarts and your owls were fast approaching. You and Hermione had been spending hours in the library whenever you could in order to prepare and you just felt as though your brain couldn't take in any more information than it already had. But you knew that you could do it. You knew that you had revised as much as you could in order to pass and do well. Passing your owls was one of the most important things in your life at the moment. Well besides your boyfriend Ron. After denying your feelings for each other for years when the battle of Hogwarts happened you both finally admitted your feelings and you have been together ever since. You both needed each other. With everything that happened. The losses both of you had you leaned on each other to get through it. That stuff would either make or break a relationship and for you two it made you relationship. Which yes the previous friendship between you two helped but at the end of the day you two were a strong couple and that was all that mattered.
You sigh as you close the heavy book for potions class and rub your temples groaning. Hermione looks at you equally as tired and gives you a small smile. "I think I've done enough for tonight. I'm going to go up to bed. You coming" she asks you. With a yawn so shake your head. "I'm just going to do an extra half hour and I'll be up" you inform her and she nods her head before picking up her bag. "Also can you tell Ron that I'm here in case he asks' ' you ask her and she nods her head. "Yeah I will. Now don't over do yourself. It'll do more harm than good" she mothers you and you laugh. "Goodnight Hermione" you say. She smiles before walking off.
About 10 minutes later you can feel yourself nodding off to sleep. It was definitely time for you to go to bed. It was quiet in the library. There wasn't anyone there which wasn't unusual for that time in the night. Most of the last years would have done their studying earlier in the evening so that they could have the night off. But for you it was any of the available time that you had.
Sighing you pick up the book, putting it back onto its shelf and grabbing your bag. As you're walking through the library towards the entrance you can't help but feel a presence. You thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you so you just continued on your way. But when you start to hear other footsteps you stop for a second. Which was something that you later would regret. You turn around slowly and all you remember is a dark figure slamming you to the floor and you black out.
Ron's POV
I was sitting in front of the fire in the common room waiting for Y/N. It had been an hour since Hermione had come up and curfew was fast approaching. It wasn't like her to be this late. I mean she is always on time. Maybe she just got lost in studying which wasn't unusual for her.
"You still up, mate" Harry asks me. I turn to see him at the bottom of the stairs. I nod my head at him.
"Yeah, I'm waiting for Y/N. She should be up soon ''I told him. Harry nods his head at me. "Okay well don't be up too long ok '' he says before turning and walking back up the stairs. I look at my watch and groan. Okay I'm going to get her. I know she would be pissy at me if I let her stay any longer. Standing up I walk out of the common room and down to the library.
Walking into the library I see that it is mostly dark. There were only a handful of lights still on. Walking towards all of the litten areas not seeing her at any of them. Panic starts to rise in me when I can't find her. A feeling of dread goes into my gut. I know that she could be anywhere. I mean I could have just missed her. Maybe she just went a different route back. But for some reason no matter how many times that i think that i cant persuade myself that that's what she would do. She took the same route back to the common rooms all of the time back from the library. It was the quickest way and at this time at night she would be exhausted as to why she would take any other route.
It was only when I got near the entrance that I heard crying. Running towards the noise I am shocked to see Y/N lying there. Bloodied. Beaten up. I ran towards her, taking her in my arms. Seeing her face all bruised and swollen, I cried. Help is the only thing that I can shout as I hold onto her.
Y/N POV
Waking up my whole body ached. Every single part. I feel a hand on mine holding it tightly. I open my eyes and see Ron with tears in his eyes. He gives me a small smile. "Hey" he quietly says. Holding back tears. I look at him confused. "What happened?" I asked him. He cries putting his head on my hand sobbing uncontrollably. What was going on? "Ron. Love what happened ''I ask him, panicking. He continues to sob when I hear the curtain open and there stands my parents, Dumbledore, Madam Pomfey and McGonagall. My mum walks in taking my other hand tears going down her face. Madam Pomfey comes in closing the curtain behind her before looking at me sadly. "What's going on?" I ask frantically. My mum strokes my hair and I look at her in the eyes looking for answers. She looks me in the eyes and sighs.
"Honey. You were attacked last night" she says slowly. I was shocked. "What do you mean mum. I don't remember anything" I cry, not accepting what happened. She cries while swallowing before speaking again. "Honey you were also raped" she reveals and everything stops.
After that all i remember was them asking me if i wanted to go through with rape testing. To see if they could get anything to help identify who did this to me as I had to recollect what happened. I remember saying yes and going through with it. It was all a blur. I don't remember most of it. But after that I just curled back up into bed. There but not really there. I could see people talking to me but I didn't hear what they were saying. It was just a ringing in my ears. That was all that I could hear. I just kept looking at Ron as he slept. He was always touching my hand to comfort me. I know that he blames himself somehow. But there was nothing that could have prevented it.
2 days later, me and Ron are just staring at each other. We were not saying anything, just staring at each other. It was comforting knowing that he was there. "I'm sorry" he apologizes again. I sigh, shaking my head. I place my hand on his cheek stroking it. "It's not your fault, love. There was nothing that you could have done. There was nothing that anyone could have done to prevent what happened. He did what he did to me. And I'm going to have to live the rest of my life knowing that he did this to me. There is nothing we can do now. Just move forward the best that I can ''I tell him. He nods his head with tears going down his face. I lean forward placing a kiss on his lips and we hold onto each other.
A week later I had my bags packed and ready to go. It was decided that it would be best for me to spend a few weeks away from Hogwarts in order to get some help for what happened to me. I agreed as long as it didn't affect my education. I didn't want this bastard to have the satisfaction of doing that also. Saying goodbye to Ron and the rest of my friends was hard but they all knew that even though I was strong now. If i didn't get help then this would come back to bite me once again. And I knew that myself as well. With many kisses and hugs from Ron as we stood ready for me to teleport home he promised me that he will be standing there waiting for me when i get back.
And he held that promise. Because he was the first face that I saw as I stepped through a few weeks later. I wasn't going to let what my rapist did to me affect the rest of my life. I'm not going to allow myself to be defined as the girl who was raped. I'm not a victim. I'm a survivor.
#ron weasley#ron weasly imagine#ron weasley x reader#harry potter#triggering#fred weasley#george weasley x reader#draco malfoy#george weasley#draco x reader#harry potter imagine
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Hard Pass P3 (Levi X Reader)
Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.
Levi was relieved for the silence as he clicked away at his keyboard. Mike had gone to his only late class of the entire week. Which meant Levi could actually study in his room.
The scent of tea and the small aroma diffuser on his desk as well as the open window in front of him welcomed a nice calming smell that was normally masked by Mike's gym bags and sweaty clothes. Which reminded Levi of the laundry he would have to do soon.
He pressed his tea cup to his lips feeling a twinge of irritation as he was interrupted by two knocks on the door. He looked down at the time. 6:15. A little too early for Mike to be back complaining that he'd forgotten his keys.
Then it was probably one of his girls complaining that she'd left her shit in the room. If Levi had a dollar for the amount of times that had happened he could pay for a new roommate.
The next couple knocks were a bit louder. "Levi? It's Y/N.."
Y/N?!
His face practically exploded. He stood far too fast because just as quickly he was flopping over his stupid desk chair and hitting the floor with a hard thud. He gasped audibly tugging at his knee and gritting his teeth.
"Levi? Are you ok?" Came her voice again.
He pulled himself up with a huff and staggered over to the door. Unsurprisingly he had to limp. With a quick turn of the lock he yanked open the door right into his forehead. God fucking dammit.
He groaned in a mix of fury and disgust partially because he'd idiotically stood so close when opening the door and partially because he hated the stupid inanimate object.
"Oh my god! Are you ok?" Y/N gasped, squeezing herself inside and shutting the door behind her. "Let me see? Did you hit your eye?" She asked
Her fingers were so delicate as she brushed aside his hands. So close.. Her thumb traced the already appearing red spot on his forehead. Soo close.. She brushed his hair to the side cupping his cheeks to gently reposition his head towards the light. Close....
She breathed out a little chuckle. "It's probably gonna bruise."
Levi barely registered her words. Occupied with her beautiful eyes illuminating moonlight and the dim lights in his room. His lips parted ever so slightly. When her hands fell away he gulped and jerked his head back. Trying to find literally anything to take the edge off.
"I'll.. go find you an ice pack, ok?" Y/N began already heading for the door.
"K-knee.." Levi tried and mentally cursed himself.
"Huh?" She asked, turning back.
"M-my.. t-two please.."
Her smile was gentle, "Two ice packs. Got it." And with a little wave she was out the door. Her lingering touch still causing heat to pool in Levi's chest.
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"Aww sweetie, are you sure you're ok?"
He was not. Definitely not. One of her hands was on his uninjured knee and the other was brushing his hair away from the ice pack. He didn't even know if he'd breathed in the last 20 minutes. His brain echoing the word sweetie.
The two of you had been sat on his bed as he uncomfortably laid his head back on the wall. Trying and failing to not fixate on your touch. Every brush of your fingertips was downright intoxicating.
"You look kinda red. Do you wanna try seeing a doctor or something?"
"N-no.." It was barely audible but he knew she heard when she nodded.
If there was a hole nearby he would crawl into it and never come out. Though he also didn't wanna move as the fear of making this situation worse for himself stayed ever present.
"Let me see?" He partially removed the ice pack from his forehead, spine tingling over the way she sucked in a breath. "You should be more careful."
Levi didn't answer. Just squeezed his legs closer together and sighed. In all the time he'd been in this room he'd never hit himself in the face with the door. Just what kind of power did this girl have over him.
"I know because my little cousin has done stuff like this but you should put some cream on the bump so that it doesn't get redder and it'll go down faster."
Little cousin? That wasn't a fair comparison. Little kids do stupid things cause they're kids. Did she think about him that way? Uggghhhh.
He was yanked from his thoughts by her hand coming down to squeeze his. "Are you positive you're ok? Do you need anything else?"
"I-I'm fine.."
Just as Levi said that his attention was brought to the door. Mike had barely stepped into the room and he was already grinning like a fucking idiot.
"Well, hello." He greeted, stepping closer. "Levi, you didn't tell me you were inviting anyone over. Especially not a pretty girl."
Y/N's chuckle was nervous, "Hello, you must be Levi's roommate." She stuck her hand out which Mike immediately took placing one hand on top of their joined hands.
"And you must be Y/N." He said "I've heard so much about you."
His teasing was met with a glare that could slice concrete. If Levi had known Mike was gonna come straight back to the room he definitely would've gotten rid of Y/N sooner.
"Oh? Really?" Y/N turned to look at Levi behind her. "You told him about me?" It was a split second thing but Levi could've sworn her features softened.
"Oh, no I meant Hange." Mike replied
"Oh."
Oh? Was she disappointed? It sounded disappointed? Did she want Levi to talk about her?
"But at no point did Hange tell me you were this pretty. Neither did Levi honestly, I'm kinda disappointed."
Alright that's enough of that. Levi stood. Placing the ice packs on his bed.
"You should probably leave." He gritted his teeth at how harshly it came out.
Now Mike was letting go of Y/N's hand. "Oh wait! I came to get my phone. Hange said you had it."
Levi blinked. He'd almost forgotten about that. It had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. His knee was screeching in absolute horror as he staggered his way over to his desk.
"What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked, clearly trying to hold back a snicker.
"Aw, it was an accident. I scared him."
Levi returned with the phone shooting daggers into Mike who pretended not to notice.
"Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Y-yeah.."
"Did you put your number into it?"
Levi's face perked up a little. "Yes."
"Ok, then I'll text you later." She assured, brushing her finger tips over his forehead once again. "Goodnight boys." And with those last words she took off.
"Faking an injury?! I didn't think you had it in you!" Mike celebrated as soon as she was gone.
"Dickhead." Levi scoffed.
"Hey, is that any way to talk to the best friend who just confirmed your biggest fear moot?" Mike plopped down on his bed with a playful huff.
Levi flopped down into his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling. "One you're definitely not my best friend especially after that shit. And two I'm not you I don't fake shit to get girls."
"That would totally be hurtful if it wasn't true." Mike shrugged "I meant the fact that she doesn't have a boyfriend."
Levi practically flipped himself out of his chair. "How do you assume that."
"Simple. Hange told me about her ex boyfriend. By the way it was probably that guy that took her from the library that day. And Hange says that a lot of guys find Y/N attractive. Because of this her ex got too overprotective and they broke up. But he had no reason to be because Y/N would always tell people she had a boyfriend or at least around Hange she did."
Levi stared at his barely drunk tea. The liquid probably cold after being left on the table so long. So she had dated that guy.. He had been so tall and pretty muscular looking, was that her type? She didn't seem like she was going to get back together with him.. but he was still around.
"All I'm saying is she seems loyal. You better snatch her up before someone else does or she gets back together with her ex."
His attention was drawn away by his phone softly buzzing on his table. He pressed the on button, swiping his pin and clicking the notification as it popped up.
Hey Levi, it's Y/N.
Listen ik you said you're ok but I bought you some cream just in case. I'll bring it to you tm ;)
His heart fluttered and ached remembering her touch and her kind words. If he didn't full blown know Mike was staring at him he would probably hug his phone.
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Too much time had passed and suddenly the whole school was on break. Levi had been dreading this. Not because he was a workaholic like Mike claimed but because he knew Hange was gonna drag him away and make him vacation.
And no form of vacation could possibly be more relaxing for him than curling up in bed with some books, doing some casual cleaning, and drinking tea with light music playing at all times. Mike was definitely going home during this time so it'd be the perfect way to spend his break.
But Hange's family owned a couple lodges and that meant another year of begging for Levi to come ski and freeze his fingers and toes off.
"Come on, Levi!"
"Absolutely not."
"Erwin!" Hange called to him where he sat on Levi's bed, scrolling through his phone.
"You knew he was going to say no." Erwin replied
"Which is why I brought you to help me make my case." Hange complained
"You clearly made an error in judgment then." Erwin retorted
Mike laughed from where he was laying on his own bed. "Might as well give it up Hange, Levi is just too stubborn about this. We all know he wants to be close to all my junk while I'm gone cause he'll miss me."
"I wouldn't hesitate to tell your stalker where you're going over break." Levi spat
"She'll figure it out anyway. She's a high class stalker. And I'm not her first." The room fell in uncomfortable silence but Mike just leaned back giving his full attention to his phone screen.
"That disturbing remark aside.." Erwin began shaking his head. "I'm going."
"And that's supposed to change my mind? How'd Hange force you into it?"
"It may stun you but I chose to go through with this all on my own. There are studies that claim it's good for the mind to get away from normality during breaks or away from your comfort zone to properly clear your mind. It'll also help you make less mistakes when classes resume."
Hange smiled, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."
Levi rolled his eyes. "If I go you can't beg me next year." Hange's loud shrill screeching made Levi's heart drop out of his ass.
"Finally!!" Hange screamed in excitement as she wrapped her arms around Levi's neck.
"Get off already! You're such a pest!"
And that was how Levi ended up on a train for almost three long hours with Hange blabbering on about nothing and Erwin sat in the seat across from the two of them listening to podcasts while staring out the window of his own very sad music video.
And all of the crap Erwin had spewed about getting away being more relaxing proved to be completely from the ass as Levi shivered along wrapped in two scarves, a pair of gloves, his long green coat that fell around his ankles and a winter hat plopped over his ears.
"Walk faster Levi! Is that the best your little legs can do?!" Hange called, somehow racing her way up the slope with three bags. One that wasn't even hers
Levi grunted in irritation. Not only were they walking up a hill but it was covered in snow so deep that every step felt like he was falling.
"Do you need help?" Erwin asked, not waiting for Levi to respond as he hoisted the overnight bag off his shoulders.
Levi just huffed. "I swear Hange was made in a lab."
"As possible as that is, Hange was basically raised in the snow so this is the equivalent of dust for her." Erwin replied as the two of them trudged along.
"Her parents own multiple ski lodges why the hell did we go to the one up a fucking hill."
"The other closest one was more than 6 hours away. Did you really wanna be stuck on a train with Hange for more than 6 hours?"
Levi just groaned as they finally walked through the surprisingly big doors of the huge ski lodge. Hange raced over to the front desk as Erwin slipped onto the lobby couch, followed by Levi who was still kicking snow off his boots and his second bag.
"What's in that bag?" Erwin questioned, nodding to the luggage Levi had yanked over his lap.
He exhaled loudly giving the bag a couple soft pats. "Clothes, extra boots, extra gloves, two bottles of cleaner and a small box of tea as well as some light reading material."
"When are you gonna have time to read? We're going to be skiing most of the time we're here."
"If you think I'm getting on a ski lift you have less working brain cells than Hange."
Erwin smirked with a roll of his eyes, "Alrighty then, what's in this bag."
"All of the shit that didn't fit in this bag, toothpaste, toothbrush, cologne, extra pairs of underwear-"
"Woah, Levi you can't just talk about your underwear in a public space." Erwin chuckled at his own joke.
Levi rolled his eyes, "It's bad for your health to hang around Mike as often as you do."
"How is it you're not dead yet then?" Erwin retorted
Hange had been chatting up the receptionist for almost 15 minutes, bouncing up and down in front of the desk and indulging him in the stories of their travel up here. The man just gave her a sheepish grin and honestly Levi felt a little bad for the man but a little less when he thought about how it wasn't his problem anymore.
Moblit.. his name tag read. Somehow Hange's mannerism seemed more crazed with him if that was even possible.
"Yeah.. it has been so long." He heard the man say. You got.. taller..
"We're never getting out of this lobby are we?" Erwin sighed as the two continued to chatter on. Levi and Erwin stared as Hange continued on about her car with a surprising amount of engagement from the other party. "You know they kind of remind me of you and-"
"Hey, Hange!" Erwin cut himself off as a brown haired girl that Levi instantly recognized hopped down each step, a bald boy following her. And Levi believed he remembered them from Y/N's stories as Connie and Sasha who he remembered from the party.
"Hange, what're you doing here?" He asked as the brown haired girl gave her a hug.
"My family owns the lodge so I brought Erwin and Levi for the break!" Hange said, pulling Connie into side hug that he immediately reciprocated.
"Oh god! Why didn't you tell me your plans for break? Jean would've driven all of us up here and you wouldn't have had to waste gas."
Hange just shook her head. "It's quite alright I was already out of gas so we just took the train up here."
"You didn't put gas in your car again?" Connie asked
"Wait, if you guys came then does that mean Y/N is here?" Hange asked completely dodging Connie's question.
At her name Levi bounced out of his seat. Almost launching himself into the spot next to Erwin. Pulling his hat over his eyes and sliding his back as far into the chair as he could.
"What's up with you?" Erwin questioned
"I embarrassed myself last time I was with Y/N.."
"What? Didn't she buy you cream like a month ago?"
"Y-yeah." Levi shimmied his feet together as he slid further down in his seat.
Erwin's chuckle next to him made him grimace. "I know you don't really get it Levi. But uh, making an ass out of yourself in front of your crush is the first real hurdle to knowing you've got it bad."
"Shut up.."
"It could've been worse.. You could've accidentally injured her. Or got caught by the loud mouth in your class while writing her first name and your last name in a notebook."
"Sounds like a personal story.." Levi replied, inching the hat off his eyes to look up at Erwin.
Erwin scoffed, "Point is it happens." He said with a roll of his eyes.
Levi let out a little snicker that instantly got caught in his throat. It had never occurred to him that he'd actually paid attention to the romance movies he'd seen a hundred times with his mother. But now that Y/N was walking down the stairs it was like a scene from all of those movies combined.
Her smile just as warm as always. Turtleneck sweater hugging her features along with dark blue jeans and brown boots. Each step felt slower than the last as if everything in this particular room had been put on the slowest speed imaginable.
The butterflies in his stomach swarmed like they were all chasing after one specific thing. Everytime she appeared somehow it was different.
"We're still going skiing today right?" Connie questioned as Y/N stopped on the last stair.
"If Jean's up to it sure." She replied, her cheeks flushed like she'd just walked in from outside.
"Well this is gonna be a fun weekend." Erwin said but Levi didn't even register his words. His heart stammering in his chest. "Go make a fool out of yourself." Erwin nudged
"Hey Jean! Come on!" Connie said
"Yeah, Jean I'm hungry!" Called Sasha
Levi's heart stopped, his chest crumbling in on itself. The same guy from before.. just as soon a loud crash sounded and everyone turned all at once.
"Oh god are you ok?!" Y/N was the first person by Hange's side followed by Moblit from behind the counter.
Hange let out a laugh, wincing as she pulled herself up with Moblit and Y'N's help.
"I'll be ok. Just took a little spill." She continued to laugh.
Erwin was soon standing by her side. "Are you sure, you're alright? Your face is super red.."
A momentary lapse in Hange's facial features made Erwin step back a little. "Shut up Erwin." She huffed
"You fell on your side. You should rest a little bit." Moblit said, coming closer. "Just.. in case."
"Ok.." Hange replied
Y/N seemed to relax at this information. Her gaze immediately falling on Levi surprisingly. He really hoped he didn't outwardly wince.
"Hi, Levi." She spoke plainly giving Erwin a small greeting as well before her, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were leaving the lobby.
Hange and Erwin unsurprisingly crowded into Levi's room about five minutes after the whole ordeal. But Levi couldn't even bring himself to wipe one thing down like he'd wanted to. He just laid still on the bed, eyes planted to the ceiling.
Surprisingly Hange had also stayed silent. Her eyes shut where she laid next to Levi.
"I can't believe you broke the handle on my luggage Hange." Erwin called still sat on the floor holding his luggage in one hand and the handle in the other. Pressing the broken part of the handle to his bag as if it'd be that simple to fix.
"Now what am I supposed to do?"
"It broke my fall Erwin. Be grateful."
"For what exactly?"
"I don't know!"
Levi blinked, his gaze falling on Hange for the first time since she took that spill in the lobby. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, thumbs rubbing the spot where she fell.
"Are you alright or not?" Levi questioned
"I'm fine."
"Ok, I know why Levi's upset but why're you?" Erwin chimed up
"What's Levi upset about?"
"What else? Y/N."
"Uggggghhh Levvviiiii why don't you just ask her out already?" Hange said
Levi sat up on the bed pulling his feet into his chest. Shoes long gone, pushed up against the wall as soon as they'd walked into the room.
"I'm not talking about this shit anymore this week."
"Levi, if we're staying here all of this week and next then chances are she's also staying here all week and next. Which means somewhere in here is a perfect opportunity to-"
"Get in her bed." Hange interrupted
"Or something less crass." Erwin suggested "You did pack condoms in your emergency undies bag right?"
"Did you pack a spare handle in yours?"
Hange's obnoxious laughter was almost loud enough to muffle the low knocks on the door. Her irritating jabs to Levi's shoulder quickly halting when Levi grabbed her fingers.
"Who is it?" Erwin asked, one hand on the door.
"It's Y/N.."
Now Hange stopped laughing. Erwin shrugged as he looked back at both of them before pulling the door open.
"Hey, here." Y/N sounded filled with fatigue as she handed over a small bottle to Erwin.
"Oh! Thank you! Where'd you get this?" Erwin smiled with delight immediately flopping back down next to his bag.
"Jean carries around extra strength glue because Connie always manages to break something fragile." Y/N replied "I doubt it'll work but maybe it'll help a little?"
Erwin nodded happily as Y/N turned to look at Hange. Her hands balled up and her fingers fidgeting where she was pulling at them.
"How's your rib Hange?"
"It's ok now, thanks for asking."
Y/N nodded and at this moment everyone in the room was looking at Levi who automatically felt extremely naked.
"Levi um.. can I talk to you? In the hall?"
Levi didn't know if he had nodded in his head or in real life but he was swiftly moving across the room. Passing Y/N where she stood and then holding the door open as she walked out just behind him. The door shut behind the two of them and if Levi felt naked before the feeling out here was somehow worse.
"What happened?"
Levi could hear the slightly muffled footsteps on the other side of the door and even a whispered Hange as Y/N spoke. His hands felt both too dry and wet all at once as he looked into her mildly menacing gaze.
"Wh- where wh-when.."
"You barely said anything to me after I brought the cream for your forehead. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
Oh god how can she possibly assume that? Levi felt his stomach clench. He had never had it easy with text, which was why he pretty much always called everyone.
"I-I didn't mean.. it um.." He shuffled his feet a bit now remembering that he still had no shoes on.
Y/N sighed. "I wanna be your friend Levi. Please tell me you want that too."
With a deep breath he replied, "Call me."
"When?"
"Anytime.. I'm a bad t-texter.."
When her facial features softened Levi felt his shoulders finally sag for the first time since he'd heard her name in the lobby. "Ok.. oh ok, that's all it was? I thought I did something wrong. I'm glad we talked."
And Levi was barely registering her hands wrapping around his shoulders. Her body pressing oh so comfortably close to his. Hand sliding over his back, scent overwhelming his nose. And then just as soon it was all being taken away.
"I'll call you, ok?"
"Ok.." Levi's hand was still waving long after she'd already disappeared out of plain view.
"Oh god you're her friend!" Hange laughed the door suddenly yanked open behind Levi.
"It's as cute as it is sad." Erwin clicked his teeth.
"Tch, shut up." Levi stomped back into the room.
"Levi, you're in the friendzone!" Hange huffed as Erwin shut the door. "And if you don't get out of it. You're gonna be the short shoulder to cry on when some big dude with an invalid drivers license, a shit ton of tattoos and a porn addiction breaks her heart."
"That's oddly specific.." Erwin retorts
"All of you keep assuming I wanna be her boyfriend. I don't!"
Erwin rolled his eyes, "That tall guy that she was with actually. I think he'll be the guy who has her running to Levi's shoulder."
"Oh you mean Jean?" Hange nods "But they broke up a while ago."
"Then why is she still hanging out with him?"
"He's Sasha and Connie's best friend. So they've all known each other a while. They're a set, don't separate type deal."
"Then it's only logical that Y/N will marry Jean someday. You know if they all stay so close."
"Yup, definitely."
"You can both eat shit."
~~~~
Day one
Levi strained awake, blinded by the harsh sunlight stabbing his eyes through the uncovered window. He couldn't even remember when he'd fallen asleep last night but he could already tell it was too early for everyone else to be awake.
He could recall a couple things from last night. Hange overstaying her welcome in his room, Erwin suggesting that Hange pay for his fucked up luggage and somethings he would rather not think about.
Preferably the others joining in his room to discuss breakfast plans. At which Sasha had suggested the diner they had already planned to go to early in the morning. Levi's heart sank as he recalled Y/N's gorgeous smile directed to Jean who had stood behind her rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear.
He squeezed his eyes shut, standing from his bed and immediately working to straighten out the sheets before eyeing the book he'd unpacked last night.
Maybe he could get some reading done before Hange inevitably came to annoy him.
The one he was currently holding was of a dog wearing a big floppy hat in the mist of sunflowers. He quickly matched it with his black and white sweatpants. And with a small sigh he headed to the bathroom.
He thumbed at the spine of the book, sliding his finger between the pages to the current bookmark. A shower would probably be a better start to the morning though. He set the book down unzipping one of his bags and pulling out the first pair of clothing folded at the top. Levi hadn't remembered packing one of his mother's many silly birthday gifts to him. She had always bought him shirts with pictures on them that confused him.
He didn't even remember the last time he'd had a shower that was hot for more than five minutes. Or the last time he could look down at his feet without seeing a hair monster in the drain.
He took a couple extra minutes to completely wash his hair, combing his fingers through the strands before shutting off the water and quickly getting dressed.
As he reentered his room he remembered the random gaze Jean threw his way. The smirk on his lips, the taunting glare and then just as quickly it was over. And he was talking to her like nothing had happened.
Levi had never once in his entire life thought about having a girlfriend. It just wasn't something that absorbed his thoughts but he knew the second he saw that smirk on Jean's face what he wanted to be to Y/N.
He just couldn't imagine how.
His fluffy towel hugged his head as he popped open the book he'd discarded a couple minutes ago. He pulled his feet in closer to his body tracing the letters on the page, delving into the story-
"Levi!"
Two fucking seconds.. that had to be a new record.
A barrage of harsh knocks sounded outside his door and he yanked it open to see Hange standing there out of breath with a barely alive looking Erwin behind her. Excitement flooding her features as she pushed past Levi with Erwin in tow. A blue toothbrush almost falling from his lips.
"You couldn't let him finish brushing his fucking teeth?" Levi grunted, shutting the door behind the two of them. Erwin sighed his eyes shut, toothbrush dangling from his mouth. "Why're you here?"
"We're all going for breakfast remember?"
"Not for another thirty minutes." Levi narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the tv table.
Hange smiled, "Yup and that means we have enough time to figure out a game plan to get you and Y/N together by the end of today." Hange clapped excitedly though both Erwin and Levi couldn't possibly look less enthused.
"I don't need your help."
"Erwin, back me up here!"
"I'm not doing shit since you didn't let me spit and I had to swallow toothpaste." Erwin remarked, squeezing the bridge of his nose.
Levi's face scrunched up and Hange let out a snort. "Why did you swallow it.. you could've just spit it out in the hall or something."
"That's fucking disgusting." Levi grunted
"Why the hell would I do that?" Erwin asked
"You're not supposed to swallow toothpaste duh!"
Everyone huffed all at once and Levi flopped down next to Erwin on the bed. "If I need any help I'll ask.." He mumbled already feeling heat fly to his cheeks.
"We're finally gonna get you a girlfriend Levi!!" Hange squeezed his body in a tight hug.
Just as Levi was about to push her away a couple of soft knocks sounded on his door again, "We're leaving a little earlier, hurry and come downstairs."
~~~~
Before the car had even pulled up back at the lodge Hange was already screaming about going skiing. Erwin had asked if Levi wanted to which he'd replied with a scoff.
"Really? Cause there are plenty of chances for Y/N to fall on you. Or you to fall on her." He shrugged.
Levi just rolled his eyes and at that Erwin gave up and now he was standing at the freezing cold railing watching everyone go down the stupid slope for what had to have been an hour or so. How'd he end up with bag watch? He didn't even wanna come outside.. He blew on his fingers trying and falling to warm them. At this point he felt exhausted, absolutely none of his clothes were keeping him warm.
With a sigh he pulled Hange and Erwin's bags up onto his shoulder along with Sasha and Connie's belongings. If he could manage to get upstairs he could warm up at least a little. A hot cup of tea practically beckoning him.
It took him only a couple seconds to realize he didn't have Y/N's bag. He looked around for a couple seconds. Did she bring a bag outside? Did he lose her bag?? He'd only left once to got to the bathroom. Did someone steal it.. Shit. He grumbled in disgust. Where could he have left it?
Feeling a bit panicked he headed towards the stairs. Blood running cold, his eyes practically bouncing out of his skull. His heart stopped at the display in front of him. Jean's hand on Y/N's waist as she leaned forward on the railing. Their lips pressed together..
(Hey Siri, play Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon.)
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I know it's been a long time since I've posted anything. But I had forgotten I wrote this forever ago and forgot to post it. So here it is, just a little something I wrote. It's nothing too special but I hope you all like it. @princejoongie1997 chose the gif😂.
[2019.6.24]
Hello love. We’re in Australia right now. It’s warm and always sunny. I was actually really surprised by how late the sun goes down here. We should come here together sometime. The locals are really nice and the food is amazing. We’re having our concert tonight. The boys and I spent half the day today and all day practicing and preparing. I know you’ll be following the concert and reading up on how well it went on social media. Wish you were here with me. I promise I’ll be home soon.
Love,
Hongjoong
[2019.6.25]
It’s me again, Hongjoong. How are you today? I hope you’re doing ok and not stressed. I can’t be there to cheer you up right now so I need you to be strong and when I return I’ll make it up to you. We’re leaving Australia now. The concert was amazing. Have you seen all the video and pictures? I’ll have to show you all the ones me and the boys took. Our next destination is London. I can’t wait to see Big Ben, try all the tea and all the food. I want us to ride the London Eye together someday. Well our plane is about to take off so I’ll let you know when we land safely.
XOXO,
Hongjoong.
[2019.6.26]
We’ve landed safely in London. I would’ve written sooner but our schedule is really packed today so I might not have a lot of time to message you but I promise I will every chance I can get. We had breakfast at this amazing cafe after we got settled into the hotel. Reminds me of the one we visited on our first date. It’s gloomy and rainy but everyone says that’s how it usually is here. But I don’t mind it. I feel inspired to write a new song. Our fans have been so amazing. I’m thinking about writing a song for them again, since they remind me/us of an aura. But I’m just throwing around ideas right now. I’m sitting by the window of our hotel room looking at all the city lights below. It’s raining again. I’m feeling very relaxed. I love nights like these.The only thing that’s missing is you in my arms.Well tomorrow is our concert, I think I’m gonna get to bed now so I can be well rested for tomorrow.
Goodnight love,
Hongjoong
[2019.6.27]
Hey baby. Our London concert is tonight. We’re all super excited. But the boys said they miss you, I do too. I miss you very much. I can’t wait to hold you and kiss you. I miss waking up next to you, coming home to a long day to you in the kitchen cooking dinner or dancing around the house while you blast music when you’re cleaning or just bored. I miss playing games with you and how competitive the two of us get. I miss how you’d purse out your lower lip in a pout after you’ve lost. Two months is way too long to be away from you. But I promise I’ll be home soon, I’ll make up for all the lost time. It’s time for practice, I’ll write to you after the concert is over and we’re back at the hotel. So the concert was a success. Another sold out show. Speaking of shows. Our manager pulled us all aside and told us that KQ has decided to add a few more stops to our tour. So it looks like we won’t be coming home after this like we planned. As much as I love touring and performing for our fans, I miss you most. This is torture for me. It’s only a couple more stops but I was hoping to have you in my arms this time a couple of days from now. But I guess we’ll both have to endure it and stay strong a little longer. I’m so sorry to have to tell you this.
I love you so much,
Hongjoong
Your heart sunk to the floor. The words echoing in your mind. He was supposed to be home in two days. How much longer are you going to have to be separated from him? Hasn’t two months been enough? Blaming your luck forcefully pressed the lock button on your phone before storming off to your room - tears stung at your eyes. Tossing yourself into the bed you grabbed the pillow Hongjoong used, holding it as tight as you could. Sobbing into the pillow you decided to just sleep the time away, and you did.
Two days passed in a blur. You went about your daily life on autopilot. Not much of anything bringing you joy like it usually did. The only thing that could was on the other side of the world. You haven't heard much from your boyfriend either. Not that it was unusual to go a couple days without hearing from him. Stepping into the too empty apartment, you tossed your purse and jacket onto the couch before making your way to your bedroom. After a quick shower you slipped into some of your boyfriend's clothes before burying yourself under the blankets. The next morning started out no different from the past two months. Washing your face you decided to have a bite of something for breakfast, Hongjoong would scold you if he found out you’d been skipping meals.
Your ears perked up when you heard the faint sound of food sizzling in a skillet, the savory scent of fresh brewed coffee wafted throughout the apartment. Quietly making your way down the hallway towards the kitchen you peaked around the corner to see an all too familiar figure standing there, their back to you as they bustled around the kitchen while humming a soft yet unfamiliar tune that sent goosebumps up and down your arms. Stand there in shock you stood there taking it all in.
After plating the food to his liking and pouring two cups of coffee he turned around to set the table only to see you standing there in shock. Setting down the plates he stared back into your eyes, a smile that only formed for you spread across his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle as if a thousand stars just exploded in the darkness of his irises. “Good morning my sleeping beauty. Thought I was actu-”
Cutting him off you darted forward and wrapped your arms as tight as you could around his torso. Tears pooled up in your eyes, burying your face in his chest. You were sure you were soaking his shirt. But you didn’t care. At this moment you didn’t care for any explanation. He was home.
“Welcome home.”
Snaking one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and the other up your back to cradle the back of your head in his hand. Gently stroking your hair Hongjoong brought his head down to your neck, becoming intoxicated off your sweet scent, he whispered in your ear,
“I’m home.”
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i never would have thought // CH.10
CH.10 II the walk home
A/N: GUESS WHOS BACK?? I lived hoes 😎😎. So I've been feeling a lot better and I finally got enough sleep to remember how to write and I also got an editor!! so yay! Hopefully the quality will be a little bit better writing wise :)! We will be returning to semi-scheduled programing but for my sake I'm gonna change the updates to twice a week since three time was clearly too much for me to keep up with. Tuesdays and Fridays will be the new upload days! Anyways, enjoy the rest of the chapter~
WRITTEN PORTION
“I knew you’d make it!” Tanka roared, slapping Tsukishima’s back a little too hard as the blonde took a seat beside him. Tsukishima flinched ever so slightly, and grit his teeth as he reached up to rub his shoulder.
“I only came because this is a team event.” Tsukishima mumbled, rolling his eyes as more teammates piped in with hellos and comments of joking passive aggressiveness.
When Tsukishima had initially texted the group chat that he would be skipping that night's festivities the team had erupted into light disapproval and jokes of annoyance. Although (Y/n) knew she should have been angry, the feeling that overwhelmed her senses was much closer to disappointment. She’d tried her best to hide the way her stomach had sunk deep into itself by keeping her eyes low, but her slightly hunched posture had been a dead give away. Sugawara, ever so intuitive, had taken notice.
So while the rest of the team broke out into laughter and hypothetical plans to drag Tsukishima along, Suga had wrapped an arm around (Y/n)’s shoulder and offered a sympathetic smile. (Y/n) had smiled back of course, as convincing as she could muster, but had mostly kept her head down for the rest of the walk.
And while the team was slightly annoyed with Tsukishima’s lack of presence, they weren’t the least bit surprised since it wasn’t the first time he had bailed on them. Yamaguchi, especially, had tried his best to defend Tsukishima at first. That is until he’d caught a glimpse of (Y/n)’s face. One look at her frown immediately made him go silent. A few minutes later he had broken away from the group, typing away furiously at his screen.
Now that Tsukishima was sitting right across from her, (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to erase the stress that was crushing her chest. She looked down at her food in confusion, he was here.. so why did she still feel awful?
“You didn’t have to come, you know?” (Y/n) finally burst out, looking up just in time to see Tsukishima’s eyes widen ever so slightly. In the dim yellow-ish light his blush was easy to miss. Tsukishima reached up to adjust his glasses and let out a signature tch.
“Of course I didn’t have to come, stupid,” He replied in irritation, looking away to avoid (Y/n)’s heavy stare. When she didn’t look away, he added “I came because I wanted to.”
“That’s convenient.” Yamaguchi cut in, unusual smirk tugging at his usual innocent face.
“Just gonna casually leave the part out where I had to basically force you to come?” Yamaguchi teased, reaching over to poke at Tsukishima’s increasingly red face. The blonde quickly swatted his best friend’s fingers away.
“You didn’t force me,” He scowled, sending Yamaguchi a glare “I just reconsidered is all.”
The latter of his words were much quieter, so much so that for a moment (Y/n) considered they may have been just for her. A secret message of reassurance that he didn’t in fact hate her, but rather had really just been feeling lazy. She turned those five words over in her head at least seven times, staring at him intently, before receiving another glare. She came to the conclusion that it was much more likely that he hadn’t meant for anyone to hear. (Y/n) thought about what it could have meant, narrowing her eyes as her vision lulled.
“Stop staring, it’s rude.” Tsukishima said flatly, reaching across the table to flick (Y/n)’s forehead abruptly. (Y/n) shook her head in surprise and finally noticed she’d completely zoned out straight ahead. Her eyes widened as a red tint flushed across her cheeks.
“S-sorry!” She squeaked out, looking away immediately.
If it wasn’t for Tsukishima’s light chuckle drawing her eyes back just seconds later, (Y/n) would have missed what must have been the first time she’d seen Tsukishima smile in what felt like forever. He rolled his eyes before turning to ask Tanaka a question, and being pulled into a long conversation about volleyball.
Following this example, (Y/n) turned to her upperclassmen and joined their conversation, but unlike Tsukishima, she was unable to focus. And although her eyes rarely made their way back to him for the remainder of dinner, (Y/n) couldn’t get her mind to do the same.
At around 9 PM, Hinata and Kageyama announced that they would be departing early, excusing themselves with a simple mention of early training. As he hugged her goodbye, (Y/n) could have sworn she saw a blush creeping its way across her cousin's cheeks, but when she tried to ask he’d practically jumped out of his skin and laughed a little too loud.
“I’m probably just sleepy!” Shoyo had chuckled, slapping (Y/n)’s arm with more force than necessary.
(Y/n) had squinted at the pair, watching as they made their exit, wincing as she rubbed her arm thoughtfully. She would definitely have to bring this up with Shoyo later.
As for the rest of the team, most of them had stayed until at least 10 PM. After that it grew even later and people began to bid their goodbyes until only Daichi, Sugawara, (Y/n), Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima remained standing outside of the restaurant.
“I never realized how late it had gotten!” Sugawara yawned, peering at his watch. Daichi took Suga’s school bag and draped it over his own shoulder, wrapping his free arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Suga rubbed at his eyes sleepily.
“Hinata-chan, will you be okay walking home so far this late at night?” Daichi asked, turning to face the first years.
“I think I’ll be okay… I’d usually just walk with Shoyo but he left early.” (Y/n) giggled awkwardly, rubbing at the back of her neck with her palm. Daichi’s eyes suddenly widened as he looked at something just behind (Y/n). She turned back quizzically only to be met with a sheepish Yamaguchi. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes and raised a brow.
“Yama..?” She asked slowly.
“Yes?” He replied, batting his eyelashes innocently. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and groaned.
“Okay, well i'm going home. Congratulations Hinata, have a good night everyone.” He raised a hand lazily, already turning to leave.
“Would you like me to walk you h-“ Daichi began before Yamaguchi, who had grabbed Tsukishima by the collar of his shirt at some point, cut in.
“Actualllllyyy Tsukishima is gonna walk her home! You guys go home! Don’t worry about it!” Yamaguchi beamed, waving at his upperclassmen in an almost aggressive manner.
“Looks like we’re being shooed away, goodnight everybody.” Sugawara chuckled lightly, following Daichi’s lead as he turned them both around and began to walk, arm still held tight around Suagwara.
“Goodnight everyone.” Daichi called back, footsteps growing distant as a silence fell over the three remaining first years.
“I’m not walking her home.” Tsukishima said, almost on cue, as he wiggled his way free of Yamaguchi’s gasp and began to walk away once more.
“Oh no you don’t.” Yamaguchi snatched him by the strap of his bag this time “You absolutely will be walking (Y/n) home! Last time you didn’t, so you still owe her.”
“H-hey it's ok! I can just walk home alone, I don’t wanna cause any trouble-“ (Y/n) tried, words wavering as her anxiety seeped through.
“Are you kidding? It’s almost midnight! No way you’re walking that entire way alone! What if you get kidnapped? Or worse! Tsukishima are you really gonna let some random killer get a hold of our teams precious third manager because you-”
“Oh shut up.” Tsukishima finally cut in, rolling his eyes in frustration. He glared over at Yamaguchi and ripped his friend’s hand off of the strap of his bag.
“Fine, I’ll walk her home…. But fuck you Yama.” He growled, turning briskly to walk in the direction of the Hinata’s house.
(Y/n) looked over at Yamaguchi in absolute horror, Yamaguchi only offered her a cheeky grin and two thumbs up in response before Tsukishima’s angry voice rose up.
“Come one idiot.”
The first ten minutes of walking were dead silent, with Tsukishima keeping a steady pace two steps ahead and (Y/n) trying her very best not to stare at the back of his head like a total creep.
“Sorry for being late.” Tsukishima eventually grumbled, not bothering to turn back.
(Y/n) was thankful for that, given that her cheeks began to glow pink almost immediately. She blinked at the back of his head for a moment too long before remembering she was supposed to answer.
“I-it’s okay!” She stuttered out, staring up at the sky in avoidance until her face finally cooled. After more silent minutes passed, (Y/n) furrowed her brows thoughtfully and asked,
“Why didn’t.. you wanna come… at first?”
Whatever Tsukishima’s face had done in response to her abrupt question would forever be a mystery, given that from behind he appeared completely unfazed.
“Reasons.” He finally said flatly, head tilting ever so slightly to indicate he was looking up at the sky.
“But I came didn’t I?” Tsukishima added after another long moment of silence.
“Thank you for showing up, even if you were late, it meant a lot.. to me.” (Y/n) replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Tsukishima’s shoulders seemed to tense, but not enough for (Y/n) to be sure. If only they were walking side by side she could gauge his reactions better… she quickened her pace ever so slightly but not enough to close the gap.
“Yeah, congrats on winning.” Tsukishima could have been smiling, it almost sounded like he was, but in all honesty (Y/n) never knew with him.
“You deserved it.” He added after another minute of silence passed.
The walk continued in quietude for a bit as the tension finally eased off of (Y/n)’s shoulders. Even if it was just one simple kind remark, (Y/n) understood Tsukishima well enough by now to know he didn’t go around giving praise to just anyone. His kindness was not to be taken lightly, even if it was barely notable at best. Maybe he had been mad, maybe not, but it had clearly passed given that he wasn’t being mean or ignoring her at the moment. If they were okay, if Tsukishima was tossing her light compliments and walking just a little bit slower until their paces matched up and they were walking side by side, then it didn’t really matter much to (Y/n) what had been going through his head earlier that day. They were clearly still friends, so she could stop walking on so many eggshells.
“You know you never did tell me much about your brother!” (Y/n)'s voice chimed up, bubbly syllables lifting her steps into light skips as she leaned forward and turned her head back to send Tsukishima a cheeky ass grin. He scoffed and reached up to adjust his glasses, breaking eye contact quickly.
“I already told you stuff about me. If anything you should be the one talking, idiot.” Tsukishima groaned, irritated brows crossing across his forehead.
“What do you wanna know?” (Y/n) asked, pestering tone vanished from her voice. Tsukishima only shrugged, eyes held taught to the sky.
“I could tell you about my family?” (Y/n) tried after neither first years said anything for a full five minutes.
“Ok.” Tsukishima said simply, glancing over as (Y/n) held a finger up to her chin thoughtfully.
She tried to ignore the way his eyes made her cheeks burn just a bit and looked up at the stars that had gradually begun to shine brighter and brighter.
“Well my parents are pretty nice people, they just aren’t so great at being parents.” (Y/n) laughed to herself softly, glancing over at Tsukishima’s confused face for only a moment. When he didn’t reply, she continued
“They love me, I know they do. The world back home is just… different. Honestly it's difficult for me to talk about this because I feel like it’s a hard place to explain to an outsider.”
“An outsider..?” Tsukishima narrowed his eyes, not in offense but in curiosity
“My parents are kind of… wealthy. The whole social bubble that comes with that is totally different from here..” (Y/n) explained cautiously, embarrassment seeping through the cracks of her words. Tsukishima’s face relaxed to an unreadable expression.
“Oh.” He mumbled, gaze drifting to the sky in tandem with (Y/n).
“Yeah. It kind of sucks..” She sighed, “And I mean I don’t wanna sound ungrateful or anything because I’m not! It’s just that everything has a price and mine was freedom.. My whole life growing up my parents were always motoring me like some kind of doll. I always had to dress a certain way and act a certain way and hang out with certain people and the more they made me the more I hated it.”
(Y/n) paused, sneaking a glance at Tsukishima, his brows furrowed again, but instead of frustration he seemed like he was deep in thought.
“Once, when I was 11, I remember overhearing them arguing about how I'd never end up happy if I couldn’t learn how to fit in. My dad wanted to send me away to boarding school and my Mom was absolutely opposed, but she agree with him that I needed to.. improve.. or I’d never find the right man and settle down and stuff. I was too young to really understand but it just seemed so unfair. I mean, I hated school. I was always having to hang out with these girls that would spread rumors about me behind my back and the guys were.. mean, and I was just so mad that my parents were blaming me for the way I was reaction to it all that I started pushing back as hard as I possibly could and-“ (Y/n)’s lips came to a halt as realization hit her
“I-I’m sorry I’m totally rambling about stupid stuff that you didn’t even ask abou-“
“Shut up” Tsukishima cut in, “if I didn’t wanna listen I would have just tuned you out.”
“H-hey!” (Y/n) protested, mortified blush still hugging her cheeks.
“I didn’t. So stop talking about pointless stuff and keep going.” Tsukishima scoffed, stretching his arms up to provide support for his head which was tilting back into his palms.
“Okay.” (Y/n) mumbled softly, embarrassment dying down to a subtle shyness.
“W-well, I ended up dying my hair brown two years later. I wanted to because I-I never really liked my hair but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do it mostly because I wanted to piss my parents off.” (Y/n) giggled out the last bit, tugging at a strand of hair unconsciously.
“It suits you.” Tsukishima said simply.
“Thanks!” (Y/n) lit up, too distracted by the prospect of talking about her hair to notice exactly what Tsukishima had just said.
“I did it by myself and I’ve kept it up all these years because I think it looks a lot better and-“
“Okay, I’m tuning you out.” Tsukishima yawned
“Hey! Don’t be rude!” (Y/n) glared, reaching over to punch his arm lightly. Tsukishima made a face of displeasure but otherwise ignored it.
“Anyways, AS I WAS SAYING before SOMEONE so RUDELY interrupted me,” (Y/n) began again, clearing her throat before delving into a ten minute rant about why dying her hair was the best decision she’d ever made.
Just as she was finishing up, the Hinata household came into view. The conversation fizzled to an end as Tsukishima walked (Y/n) all the way to the door, staying a good foot behind her. He watched her with the same bored expression as they made their way to the front steps and front yard respectively. (Y/n) paused and turned back to Tsukishima with a breath held tight in her chest, it would be rude to walk inside without even saying goodbye.
“T-thank you, for walking me all the way here.” (Y/n) stuttered, eyes trained on the ground that stretched between.
“Yeah.” Tsukishima shrugged, pausing for a long moment before finally asking “Hinata-chan?”
“Yeah?” Her eyes snapped up to him almost reflexively
“While you’re here, be yourself. It’ll be a waste if you’re not… I know we all want you to feel at home so if your other home is a bad place make this a good one.” Tsukishima’s tone was nearly impossible to pinpoint. It hadn’t been quite soft but his usual cover of aloofness was completely absent, it was the kind of comfort that was candid and honest in a way that Tsukishima rarely ever displayed. (Y/n) stared at him wide eyed, before slowly nodding. He stared back for another long moment, almost as if waiting for a reply before a look of finality overtook his features and he held up a lazy hand.
“Goodbye.” He said monotonously, before turning to leave without another word. His movement snapped (Y/n) out of her shock and she called after him,
“Goodnight, Tsukishima! Thanks again!” She exclaimed, waving a frantic hand even though she knew Tsukishima wouldn’t be turning back to acknowledge it. As she watched him go (Y/n) felt an unstoppable blush stream across her face as his words rang through her head once more. His kindness was so rare, and as a result it always ended up feeling like a special gift. She touched the heated flesh of her cheek with the tips of her fingers, why was she always getting flustered around him?
“Don’t be so loud, my parents are already asleep.” Shoyo hissed from behind her, sticking his head out of the cracked front door.
(Y/n) realized Tsukishima was gone and that she’d been staring stupidly at nothing, she turned around and offered a sheepish smile.
“Sorry.” (Y/n) whispered, making her way inside once Shoyo opened the door fully and stepped aside.
“Why did you stay out so late?” Shoyo asked as (Y/n) leaned over and began taking off her shoes. After a pause she said,
“Tsukishima walks reeeeally slow.” (Y/n) smirked, lying straight through her teeth.
Shoyo’s eyes widened for a moment as he tried to do the calculations in his head, staring at her in utter perplexity. (Y/n) only snickered, slipping into her slippers as she began to walk away. Shoyo brain finally caught up and he burst out after his cousin,
“Wait, what the fuck?!”
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Cocktail Hour
Summary: you work for Stark in his lab and get to know the Avengers, you also moonlight as a bartender
Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanof, Reader
Warnings: SMUT and story and a bit of fluff, alcohol consumption,
Word Count: 4312
“What do you want, Wilson?” you asked without looking up from the project you were working on. “Is that anyway to treat your favorite Avenger?” he responds with a smirk. “Oh, I didn’t realize you brought Bucky with you” you smirk as you look up a bit shocked to see Bucky standing behind Sam and with a shit eating grin.
“Wow, really Y/N? I thought we were friends'' he responds in a huff. “Wilson, you only come visit when you want something from me, it’s never friendly chatting. I’m busy, what do you want?” you deadpan knowing the more you agitate him the longer this is going to take, but you don’t care. Getting Sam all riled up is one of your favorite past times, and one that you and Bucky have been bonding over.
“Fine, I’ll make it short and sweet. I need you to put in a good word for me with your girl, Savannah'' he states as he wiggles his eyebrows. You freeze and slowly look at Sam, with a slight squint.
“WHAT?” you respond exasperated that he’s interrupting your project that seems to be never ending. "Please? She's cute and we really hit it off, but I'll be coming back to the bar this week to get her number and you can make sure she knows I'm more than worth her time" he tells you with a smug look on his face.
"First of all, since when does the, and I quote, great Sam Wilson need help getting numbers? Second, her name is Sienna not Savannah. And last but not least, you aren't her type" you respond with a smirk, knowing just how much your points are getting under my skin.
"Alright now, I don't need your help getting numbers, women love me. I just wanted you to be a supportive friend" he grumbles at you. You just raise an eyebrow waiting for him to continue.
"Second, she said Savanna like the city in Georgia." "Its Siena, like the city IN ITALY!" you interrupted.
"And third, how could this not be her type?" he said as he gestured from his head to his toes, flashing that ridiculous smile and beginning to flex his biceps. You let out a heavy sigh and you can tell he thinks he's got you stumped.
"While all that" you waive your hand towards him "might interest some women, you just don't have what she wants" you state while slightly shaking your head sadly. He's about to start up with another dispute and any other time you would love to spend hours tormenting him like this, but you were still working and had a few hours left to finish the reconfiguration of your latest project, so you step closer.
Putting your hands on his shoulders and looking up at him with an apologetic smile "Sam, you don't have a vagina. I'm sorry, but she's not interested unless you do."
Bucky couldn't hold it in any longer and was doubled over in laughter. "Now, if you boys didn't bring me coffee, get out of my lab" you say as sweetly as possible. "But she was so flirty, are you sure? Maybe she's bi?" he asks trying to understand what he missed.
"She's a waitress Sam, flirting gets you bigger tips. I mean did you give your usual amount or did she earn a bit extra?" you ask only trying to get him to see the reality of their interactions.
"Damn it!" he huffs as he turns around to leave. Bucky straightens up trying to calm himself down when he looks up at you "I'll be right back with your coffee"
A few minutes later, Tony walks in with a quizzical look on his face "what did you do to birdman and gramps?" He moves past you toward the back of the lab.
"Why would you think I did anything to those two?" you ask as innocently as possible. He arches an eyebrow and you concede "ugh, why does that always work? Ok, it's no big deal, Sam was asking about my coworker Siena, and I told him he had no chance since she's into women. But apparently when a waitress flirts its interest and not just trying to get a bigger tip, he learned a lot today" you sigh as you continue working.
"What do you mean "coworker Siena''? He asks using air quotes. "I've never seen her in my lab, who is she?" " She's a waitress at the bar" you mumble realizing Tony didn't know about your other job. You have been an intern for him, working on your doctorate in Biomedical engineering, for the last year and he didn't know you had another job. This isn't going to end well you thought to yourself.
"How is it possible you have another job? You are here all the time, how do you have time to work at a bar, write your dissertation, find time to sleep and have a social life?" he asks, seeming like he's been swindled or something.
"And why do you have another job? This internship pays above average for engineers, I'm not even sure what's going on around here anymore."
"Ok, Tony, first of all, I thought you knew, I cleared it with legal before I accepted the internship. I've been working at The Rum House since my freshman year and they are flexible with my hours. Two, the work I'm doing here is my dissertation, three who are you to question my sleep habits? And four, I like staying busy, I don't have a social life per say and I'm ok with that" you state with a shrug just as Bucky comes walking in with a huge cup of coffee.
"One venti flat white with hazelnut, sorry am I interrupting?" he questions as he hands you the coffee. You immediately bring it to your face and take a deep breath closing your eyes to enjoy your favorite beverage and miss the small smirk on Bucky's face, feeling a bit of joy that he could make you happy with something as simple as a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip you moan and open your eyes to see Tony and Bucky starring at you. With a smile you look at Bucky "thank you, this is exactly what I needed and no you didn't interrupt a thing, we're done,"
"We are so far from done, did you know she had another job? Hmm? Am i the last to find out everything around here?” Tony mumbles to himself as he goes back to his work station. Bucky smiles and waves as he leaves and you watch him longer than you should but damn the way he wears jeans just does something to you.
"And what was that? You have a crush on the centurion now too?" he asks. "What? You are ridiculous! I'm just appreciating the coffee and wondering why you never bring me coffee. I mean, I thought you took your title of "World's greatest boss" seriously but I guess that's not the case" you respond as seriously as possible as you sit back down and get back to your project.
You've been working non stop most of the day and don't realize how late it is until your phone chimes and you notice it’s after midnight. .
You are probably already in bed but I wanted to say goodnight
I'm actually still working. I guess I lost track of time. I should head home and get some sleep
It's late, you could stay with me ;)
That's so tempting but your roommates are very nosey, not sure how to sneak out in the morning without getting caught
You're right, as always. Can I walk you home?
I would love that, meet me at the corner in 15?
I'll be there in 10
"Even tired you still look beautiful, how is that possible? " he states as you wrap your arms around his torso for a long overdue hug. "And you are always the charmer, how did I get so lucky?" you mumble into his chest as you inhale deeply.
His scent always felt calming and safe. "I'm the lucky one" he says as he kisses the top of your head. Beginning to walk arm in arm down the street, "now let's get you to bed, you work too much"
"In my defense it will all be over once I complete my dissertation, then when I find a real job, I'll be a normal person working 60-80 hours a week" you smile at him and peck his cheek.
"That's more than normal people, and the part time job at the bar? Are you going to give that up?" he questioned with a smirk.
"I like the bar and I thought you liked the tiny uniform" you wink as you turn the corner towards your apartment.
"You can wear that for me any time and I would love it, not just at work, or better yet, nothing at all" he responds in a low growl. You chuckle and swat his chest, "then we would never leave the apartment" "and I don't see that as a problem at all!" he spins you towards him and kisses you passionately, then releases your arm.
"Aren't you coming up?" you ask a bit disappointed. "I definitely want to, but you need sleep and if I go up to your place, I will not let you get any." he states slowly backing away.
"I have tomorrow off, do you think you can break away from your roommates and we can have lunch?" you ask. "If you have the whole day off, you call me when you wake up and I'll take you to breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I will make sure we work up an appetite in between'' he responds with the wiggle of his eyebrows.
"That sounds perfect! I'll call you in the morning" you smile as you make your way into the building. Flopping on your bed exhausted, you have a smile on your face for the plans you have for tomorrow.
Waking up you look at your clock and gasping, 10:33, you hadn't slept that late in ages.
Hey handsome, you probably don't believe me, but i just woke up! I'm gonna hope in the shower or should I wait for you to join me ;)
Oooo, I am on my way, do not start without me!
😘
The knock at your door was barely 10 minutes later, and you opened it laughing at the look on his face. "Did you run the whole way here? Your place is a 20 minute walk away."
"I needed to work up a sweat for the shower, been thinking about you naked since last night, which makes it very HARD to sleep" he responds while following you into the apartment.
"Well, you are overdressed so maybe I can help you out of those clothes" you respond in almost a whisper. You bat your lashes as you start to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him biting your lip "it's been such a long week, I feel like I hardly get to see you."
"I know, but today will make up for it, I promise" he mumbles into your neck. You are walking backwards into the bathroom when he is finally in just his boxers, you turn on the shower before dropping your robe to the floor.
He drinks you in from head to toe with a low moan "Damn beautiful, I've missed you" he practically purrs as he grabs your hips to pull you closer. The long shower was a much needed tension relief for both of you and lasted until the water ran cold.
“So what would you like for breakfast, beautiful?” he asks as he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we order in, that way we don’t need to bother getting dressed at all.” you respond biting your lip and enjoying his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone. He practically growls in response before picking you up and carrying you out of the bathroom, “you are brilliant, you know that?” before throwing you on the couch and poncing on top of you.
Several slices of pizza and orgasms later, the two of you are cuddling on the couch when his phone dings, “they can’t leave you alone for a day can they?” you quip knowing it’s his roommates checking to make sure he’s still alive.
He kisses your forehead before grabbing his phone “they are a bunch of smothering assholes, that’s what they are!” he responds before reading the message with a large sigh. Looking at him you know exactly what that means “what time do you have to leave?” you ask as casually as possible.
“I’m sorry, it’s a last minute “important” meeting, I can shower here and leave at 8ish to be on time” he responds apologetically.
“Which means you are supposed to be there before 8, but I will take every minute I can get!” you state as you straddle his lap and kiss his jaw.
“Trust me, I would much rather be here with you, kissing every inch of your body. Maybe I can fake that I’m sick” he mumbles against your neck.
You are about to respond when your phone starts ringing, you snarl as you look up ‘who the hell is calling me on a Saturday afternoon?” you whine as you reach for your phone. You toss it on the coffee table almost as quickly as you picked it up.
“You can answer that, I don’t mind, I can be a very good boy when I want to” he says as he winks at you. “That is the bar, and it’s my day off…...and you are never a good boy, one of the many traits I love about you” you hum as he begins to assault your chest with his sinful mouth and tongue.
Before he can continue, your phone starts ringing again and you whine as he stops “noooo, don’t stop!” He hands you your phone as he gets up and heads into the kitchen.
“This better be important” you practically yell as you answer the call. “Uh, hey Y/N! It’s Gary, and I know it’s your day off but we got a last minute backroom booking and I need the best bartender in NYC. Can you be here by 9?” You don’t respond, only sighing into the phone “I’ll pay you double! And you can have tomorrow night off” he throws in trying to change your mind.
“It’s not about the money Gary, I haven’t had an entire day off in 4 months. My body and brain need to do nothing but eat take out and catch up on bad reality tv” you argue, knowing it will do nothing to deter him from getting you into the bar tonight.
You look up to see a beer being handed to you and smirk on his face “I can go down there and scare him if you want” he whispers, only making you giggle in response.
“Ok, I’ll pay you for not working tomorrow night, please I really need you!” “Fine, quit begging, but I’m only agreeing because I lost my evenings entertainment. See you at 9!” you say before hanging up without letting him respond.
“Looks like my evening just got filled and I’ll be slinging booze rather than recuperating from today’s activities” you pout as you sip your beer. “Well it’s almost 6, so let's order some Chinese food and go for round 5 before we have to return to the real world” he responds sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders.
“Yes, but food first, I just hope I’ll be able to walk tonight. You have one hell of a libido!” you yell as he attacks your neck again. “Only for you, beautiful”
The time passes by faster than you like and you both shower before dressing. You are dressed and starting on your makeup when he walks into your room for a final kiss goodbye. “Damn, it is hard to leave when you look that good with clothes on” he eyes you up and down causing you to blush.
“Hey, why don’t you come by the bar after your meeting and we can continue what you started, handsome!” leaning back into his strong chest. “That sounds perfect, I’ll text you on my way!” and before you can respond he is running out the door, you just shake your head and laugh knowing he’s gonna be late and doesn’t even care.
Heading out of your apartment you decide to stop for coffee before hopping on the subway. It’s been a long and tiring day, in the best way possible, but you are expecting it to be a long night too since it’s a private event and there are always stragglers that have no intention of leaving when someone else is footing the bill.
Walking into the bar, you begin to wonder who books a last minute party on the weekend but decide it doesn’t really matter. You had an amazing day with your amazing man and were getting paid double, so it was definitely a win/win, even if your thighs were more sore than you realized before you left your apartment.
Note to self, uber the next time you have an all day sexcapade. You start to giggle at the thought when you make your way to the back room and start rearranging the bar to your preference. .
”Finally! I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up!” Gary yells as he makes his way over to you. “Are you kidding? You offered me a lot of money to be here, and I have student loans out the wazoo! This is the second best thing that's happened to me today.” you state, not bothering to look up as you are wiping down the bottles.
“And by the look of that stupid grin on your face, I’m going to assume a certain someone is the first?” he questions, but you just shake your head and smirk.
“When is the party supposed to arrive? Any special requests I need to know about?” you ask in an attempt to change the topic as quickly as possible.
“They will be here any minute now and you are the only one back here tonight, but it’s only 10-12 guests so you should be fine. But let me know if you need a cocktail server or bar back, I can’t spare both but I’ll pop in and help when I can” he smiles and turns back to the bar area of the bar.
You are digging for the better rocks glasses when you hear people enter the room and turn to smile at the arriving guests, only for your face to immediately fall.
“Are you kidding me Stark?!” you grit out. “I can’t get away from you for a damn day?” you ask.
“Oh, is this the bar you work at, behind my back? I had no idea” he states dripping in sarcasm. “HA!” you fake a laugh “so this is my payback for not telling you?” “No, actually, Birdman told me about the uniform and I had to see for myself” he says, eyeing you up and down.
“I have to say, you look different than I anticipated and a little hurt that we don’t get to see this side of you in the lab.” You shake your head and laugh at yourself, this wasn’t how you expected your night to go, but at least you knew your clients weren’t just a bunch of assholes.
These people were your friends, practically family since you started working for Stark. “So Tones, what can I get you? I don’t think we’ve ever drank together, so I honestly don’t know if you are a Scotch neat or martini kind of man”
“Well, a little birdie told me that this bar has cocktails named after me and my friends, so that’s why I’m here, I wanted to check them out!” he smiles and you realize he’s either testing your bar-tending skills to prove to you that you don’t need this other job or his curiosity is going to be boosting his ego, either way, tonight will be fun.
“We do have a few, here is the Avenger cocktail list.” you say handing him the list with a smirk, knowing you will be making all of these drinks by the end of the night.
“Well, since you’ve worked here so long, what do you recommend?” he replies while looking over the various drinks “and why am I not listed at the top? If it’s not in alphabetical order, it should at least be listed by best Avenger at the top”
“Well, it’s listed by most popular drink, so if you want something sweet, I would go for The Cap America, if you need something more of a punch try the Black Widow, if you want to get revved up but not remember much of your night you should go for the Hulk. The Iron Man is an acquired taste, but it’s definitely worth a try, but most people don’t order a second one” just describing the drinks to him, you wonder if he thinks you are commenting on the drinks or the people behind them.
“Thor is pretty good if you want something simple, Hawkeye is both strong and sweet, Scarlet Witch is one of my personal favorites, along with the Bucky.” you stare at him with your hands resting on the bar top.
“Wait a damn minute! I am in this bar all the time and there’s no Falcon cocktail? What the hell Y/N?” Sam yells from behind Tony.
“I’m sorry, I don’t get to decide what goes on the menu, but I am working on creating your drink” you respond as sweetly as possible. “I’m just stuck on how to make a drink that people will enjoy, but is also a pain in the ass" you smirk as Sam realizes what you just said.
"I didn't know it was pick on Sam day, but I've had enough! Can I have a beer and tequila shots? I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked right now."
"Of course, whatever you want Sam" you say as you grab a mug and start to pour his favorite beer. Handing it to him with a smile, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek, “you’re lucky I love you enough to put up with your shit” he grumbles as he walks towards the tables.
After fixing all of the specialty drinks for everyone to try the signature cocktail you are certain that the night has just begun. You are wiping down the bar top when you look up to see Bucky grinning at you, turning you realize Natasha is at the bar for another round.
“Same drink or would you like something else, Nat?” “Do you have any decent vodka or am I just wasting your time?” she asks with a laugh. “We actually carry Jewel of Russia, but that’s about as good as it gets, I’m sorry Tony dragged you out tonight just to torment me.” you mention while grabbing the bottle from the fridge and a handful of shot glasses.
“I was wondering what this last minute outing was all about, I figured it was Barnes trying to let you see him in a more relaxed state” she quips while trying to gauge your reaction.
“Bucky? Him and Sam are in here all the time, and I’m not sure why you think he would want me to see him relaxed…..” you reply while setting up a tray for the shots. Natasha grabs two before you can even fill more. “Well, I’ve never seen him gawk at a bartender, like he is tonight”
“I think you are reading into something that isn’t there, but why don’t I take this tray over and test your theory?” you say while grabbing the tray of shots and placing the bottle of vodka in an ice bucket.
Noticing that Bucky was watching most of your conversation you make sure to sway your hips a bit extra and set the tray down in front of the team.
“Alright gang, let me get some of these empties out of here and grab a couple more rounds for you. Any special requests?” you smile around the group seated in the overstuffed chairs and couches.
“Hey Buck, anything you want to ask Y/N for?” Natasha says with a sweet tone. “Like a date maybe?” she adds just as Bucky was about to ask for a drink. You chuckle slightly look over at Bucky who seems to be a bit in shock.
“Uh, nah, I don’t think I’m Y/N’s type” Bucky says attempting to brush off Nat’s comment and not draw more attention to the conversation. With the glasses gathered in your hands, you start to head back to the bar before responding ‘yea, tall, dark and handsome isn’t my type” you smirk as you walk away.
Immediately the entire crew is carrying on like a bunch of teenagers and egging Bucky on to follow you to the bar. You are starting to pour a few pints when Bucky clears his throat to gain your attention.
“So you think I’m tall, dark and handsome, huh?” he almost whispers. “Well, that’s the PG version of what I think about you, didn’t want to get you into any trouble with your roommates. Are you coming back over when this little party is over?” you ask with a smirk.
“Oh, you know I am, I owe you a couple more orgasms today. As long as I get to help you out of that sexy uniform.”
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Young!Remus Lupin x Gryffindor!Reader
Synopsis: You were a fierce Gryffindor, you loved Quidditch and were really good at it, you loved Care of magical creatures, but you didn't like studying for other subjects. Remus, on the other hand, wasn't good at Quidditch, he didn't like Care of Magical Creatures, but was good at it, like at every single subject. You don't talk with each other, you don't like his friend, but he has always been intriguing. Sirius has his eyes on you. What will happen?
"Y/N!, come on or we'll be late for potions!" YF/N (your friend's name) yelled at you, you were currently reading in the common room, not aware of time. "Yeah right, let's go," you told her, she just shrugged, it has been four years and you have yet to be on time for potions, or whatever subject except for Care of magical creatures.
As you walked towards the classroom your attention was caught from the 4 troublemakers of Hogwarts, you sighed here he comes.
"Hello gorgeous, How you doing today?" The one and o ky Sirius Black asked you putting his arm around your shoulders. "Better before I saw you" you replied removing his hand from where it was.
"Oh don't say that, I know deep down you love me"
"In your dreams Black, now if you have finished with this theatre, I would like to go to the classroom, without you following me," you said angrily, his attitude made your blood boil.
"Goodbye to all of you" you stated madly "Oh and have a nice day Remus," you said smiling to the shy boy behind Potter and Sirius, you turned and started walking away so fast that you didn't see his face becoming a deep shade of red.
"Sirius up your gaze" you yelled not looking back, Sirius reddened while YF/N laughed. You smiled.
Potion was so boring, Slughorn was so boring, you were so absorbed in drawing the shape of an Hyppogriff that you didn't hear the teacher ending the lesson.
"Y/N", you looked up and noticed the empty classroom, abruptly you stood up, you were so caught up that you didn't notice who exactly was in front of you, you stopped for a moment and looked up.
There he was, immobile, gazing at you, Remus Lupin, with his beautiful light brown hair, his gorgeous brown eyes and the usual wound on his face, you smiled at him, a bright and pure smile, he reddened.
"Well, hello Remus, "you said, still smiling, "How are you?" You asked him gesturing for the both of you to start exiting the room
"Oh.. well... I'm. I'm fine yes, thank you, and you?" He asked, nervously, "Oh, fine, I'm a bit tired you know" you two were now walking down the corridor towards the hall, for lunch,
"And why is that?" "I don't know, I have to study so much this period, I'm not very good at school"
"But you have brilliant marks in Care of magical creatures and Transfiguration?" "Yeah, but I'm not good at any other"you chuckled,
"Well..." he started stopping in the middle of the corridor,
"If you want I could help you, I have a good mark in the other subject, and I would love some help with Care of magical creatures, what do you think," he asked, not looking up at you, playing with his hands.
"Remus" you started putting your hand on his shoulder, "I'd love that" you smiled.
"Oh perfect, then, what about tomorrow or do you prefer today?", "Today's fine for me", "Ok see you later than" and like that he speeded away, searching for his friends. You looked at him, oh this boy was going to be the death of you.
At lunch you were completely in your thoughts, you couldn't stop thinking about the encounter you were going to have that evening. As you supposed it went perfectly, and it wasn't the last one, it was the first of multiple, you two would stay in the library for as long as possible, hours and hours studying and then just talking.
He was so nice, he was able to make your heart bounce and your stomach turns, his eyes would lit up when talking about certain topics or when he laughed, his hair would fall on his eyes and he hated them, but wasn't going to cut them, his smile brought brightness into the room, it would light up your day.
After three months you two were pretty close, and both of you wanted something more, but neither made the first move, Sirius was still pestering you, now even more frequently.
"Why How is it going doll?", Sirius said putting his arm around your hip this time, "Sirius could you please leave me alone?" "But doll, I want to go out with you, what about tonight at dinner, me and you alone?", he stated still his hand on your hip, "Sirius I've told you no enough, now leave me please, "you said, pushing him away,
"But doll, Look at me.", enough is enough, you tried to stay calm and to contain yourself, but you couldn't anymore,
"Listen here you prick, I don't care who you are or who you think you are, It's been 4 months, I've told you I don't like you enough times don't you think, I don't like you!", Remus was behind him, shyly as always.
"Then who?" He asked angrily.
You were so mad, you've spent so much time on telling him no, you couldn't stand another try, not anymore, not after you've understood your true feelings.
"None of your concern" you said slowly, "Why do you need to know it so badly?",
"Because like that I can punch him.".
There are times, my dear Y/N where you should stop yourself before speaking, where you need to controll yourself in order to speak, and at that moment, that precise moment, you didn't.
"Than you'll have to punch Remus cause it's him" you yelled, but as soon as his name escaped your lips silence fell in the room, you hushed your mouth, Sirius stopped dead in his truck and slowly turned his head towards his friend, your eyes started watering, while Remus reddened, madly.
You didn't wait, you started running away, while every person that was in the room stared between you running and Remus, who was now processing the events.
You hide in the library and cried. Anger, humiliation and finally sadness hit you hard. Remus. He was never going to talk to you again, never, you needed to prepare yourself.
Nobody found you, you were hidden pretty well, and as dinner time passed, you understood that you couldn't stay hidden forever, it wasn't something like you. So you took all the courage and headed toward the common room, there were YF/N shouting at Sirius and the other marauders.
As you entered silence fell again upon the room. Sirius was staring at the floor, Remus instead was studying from the corner of his eyes your movements, YF/N was stunned, she reached you and hugged you.
"YF/N, I'm going to bed," you said and started walking away. "Goodnight," you told everybody.
As you were climbing the stairs, a voice called out for you.
"Remus", his name left your mouth so heavily, followed by a deep sigh, "Listen, can we talk tomorrow... I... I don't think I can handle your rejection tonight....and...",
"Y/N" almost a whisper, you turned araound, recognizing the voice,
"What rejection," he said interrupting your rumbling "I actually, I... Well....wanted to...." He stuttered out, you were hanging from his lips, all your hopes and feelings did.
The Silence was so deep you feared he could hear you heart pounding and bouncing inside your chest. You were trying to calm down, he obviously just wanted to ask you to stay friend, you continued repeating yourself.
Or maybe... No. Prepare for the heartbreak. Don't put up your hopes.
An eternity passed till he finally spoke...
"Would you like to.... Go out with me?"
You were shocked, completely stunned. Happiness, slowly made its way through you, utter and pure happiness. Processing the question, you didn't answer and Remus was scared.
"Y/N" he sweetly whispered
"Yes?.... I mean yes, I would love to" you replied, your face a shade of red indescribable.
"Well... then what about tomorrow?"
"I would love that"
Needless to say that the date was stupendous, you loved him, and he loved you too. You were going to be together for a long time, and even though that night you were angry at Sirius you never thanked him enough for what he had made you do.
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➳ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst, thriller, stalker au
➳ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Skye realizes she has to deal with a ruthless stalker when the messages she’s constantly receiving are getting more and more threatening. A stalker that makes her recall memories of the past she swore she would never rake up again
➳ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2,5k
prologue, part one, part two, part three, part four
April 2013
''Skye can you pass me the milk please?'' my father kindly requests while we enjoy our breakfast. They enjoy to be exact.
I can hardly take part in their conversation, my mind is away.
My eyes can't stop following her skinnier, exhausted figure moving from the kitchen to the dining haul and serving breakfast.
Something's up these days, she avoids eye contact with me at all costs, we haven't even talked properly. She's acting cold towards me just muttering a few weak goodmornings and goodnights. Yeah, those are the only words I've exchanged with my ''best friend'', not even a little talk to catch up with each other's news.
''Ruby can you fetch me some honey?'' my mother yells so that Ruby listens from the kitchen. A few seconds after she appears holding a jar of honey. Even her walk is stiff, I'm genuinely concerned about her health.
''Here you are'' I'm sure she can feel my burning gaze as she leaves the honey on the table and finally after a week our eyes meet.
Shit, she looks so pale, dark circles under her red eyes, chipped lips, I can even practically see her facial bones. To my surprise she doesn't look annoyed or angry. She just glances at me tiredly, as if she had quit living.
My piercing gaze on the other hand is anything but calm and sympathetic. She's clearly sick, something's eating her alive and instead of sharing her concerns with me she stays away?
Our eye contact lasts only for a few seconds but it's strong enough to show my restrained rage.
She realizes it immediately, averts her gaze and leaves like the coward she is.
''This weekend I'm leaving on an unexpected business trip'' my father announces and takes a sip of his coffee right after
''Again? You were on a business trip last week'' my mother fires back
''Do you think it's up to me? For your information I'd rather stay home and relax with my family''
''I don't mean it's your fault I just...''
''You make me feel terrible every time I have to tell you about a businesstrip. I can't talk to my family without restrictions anymore Christen''
''Ok I'm sorry don't get mad'' my mother lowers her eyes and apologises quickly before my father gets more angry.
Sometimes I admire my dad. He's so manipulative but not in a bossy way, he always prevails upon my mother with sensible arguments, voice laced with sweetness.
He's so diplomatic, no doubt he has built such a great career
''Darling why are you not eating?'' my mother remarks as I fiddle with the spoon. The bowl of granola cereals is untouched.
''I have no appetite. I have to go to school anyway, I'm late'' I pretendto study my watch and stand up
''Do you want me to come with you?'' my father suggests
''Nο it's ok I can walk''
''Skye are you sure everything's ok?'' I hear my mother's voice as I head towards the living room to grab my backpack.
''I'm fine mum I just didn't sleep well. See you later''
As I'm about to exit alone Ruby appears out of nowhere. Her body posture screams nervousness.
''You didn't eat your breakfast'' she speaks quietly biting her already chopped lips
She's been avoiding me for a week and now she pretends to be a thoughtful friend.
She made me feel depressed, cry myself to sleep thinking what the hell I did wrong and now she plays dumb?
I just stay still without answering, my intense eyes glued to her wandering ones.
She doesn't even dare to look at my eyes.
She clears her throat
''Here''she takes a fresh hand-made sandwich out of her pocket and extends her hand.
I eye her hand without moving an inch.
''You can eat it instead. You look like a sceleton'' I spit my venom and walk out of my house without sparing her a glance.
It was too late when I realized what I had said.
''I love spaghetti but my mother never cooks. My dad says she cooks terrible but that's a secret'' Grace's friend Lisa whispers and pretends to seal her lips.
She's so cute.
''Don't worry your secret is safe''
She nods and digs into her food again.
Under other circumstances I wouldn't have cooked but today Susan picked up both Grace and Lisa so I couldn't disoblige her.
Her puppy eyes gave me enough courage to get up and cook even though I'm still in a cast.
The three of us are sitting in the dining table and enjoying my home-made bolognese spaghetti. I was never good at cooking, I couldn't cook to save my life to be exact but I had to learn how for Grace. So I practiced and practiced till I reached my goal, I didn't want to become the new master chef, just learn how to cook some basic things so that Grace eats home-made food. In the beginning I would constantly fail but practice makes perfect.
''Eat your veggies as well girls'' I gesture at the bowl of salad.
They both nod like good girls and do as I say. They're so freaking adorable.
Lisa has short black hair with bangs and chocolate brown eyes. She's small but taller than Grace. She comes by often, most of the times I pick her up from school as well since Grace and her are classmates.
Her favorite foods are spaghetti, steak with baby potatoes and vegetable fried rice. Let's not forget my signature fruit smoothie which I always serve with vanilla frosting cupcakes.
We always sit and eat together, exchanging news, telling jokes.
I really enjoy their interactions, they look like two tiny dumplings.
"What did you do in school today?" I ask intertwining my fingers
"We drew our dream gardens, mine has a huge swimming pool" Lisa hurries to answer
"Mine has a plenty of colorful flowers and a big telescope on the center to admire the stars. And the Sky. Sky as we say Skye" Grace jokes shyly, puffing her flushed cheeks. Lisa bursts into a laughter once she gets the joke.
"Good one Grace" I wink at my little sister who resembles a puppy waiting for a praise.
After a while we're finally done with the food. I really missed cooking and eating my own food, Susan cooks pretty decently as well but I was craving so bad for some of my spaghetti.
''Did you enjoy your meal girls?'' I eye the empty plates
''Yeah!''they both cheer
''Go to play now while I prepare your fruits''
The two small kitties obey and walk towards the room wiggling their small butts.
I can't help but chuckle at them.
My eyes land on the dirty dining table as I sigh disappointed, washing the dishes is definitely the worst part of cooking and eating. No matter how much I enjoy preparing food and trying new recipes, the process of cleaning after is terrible.
I'm going to wash the dishes later I think and slowly proceed to my big kitchen to cut fruits for the girls, my hands holding the crutches tight.
Being on my feet isn't the best idea whatsoever but tomorrow I'm having my cast removed so my ankle is pretty much healed.
I go for strawberries, bananas and pears and also pick two colorful bowls.
As I already mentioned tomorrow I'm having my cast removed. My stomach twitches in anticipation.
Will he be there?
Two weeks have passed but I still find myself thinking of him before sleeping even though the picture of him is blurry and distant.
Just a memory, a distant picture of him is enough to keep me up at night...
I brush away these thoughts and throw the fruits into the bowls, adding some honey on top and voila! A quick and healthy sweet fruit salad.
"Girls come on" I yell and wait for the two little ones to arrive, trying to distract my mind from unwanted thoughts.
What I know for sure is that tomorrow is a big day....
"You're finally able to walk again, I'm so happy'' Susan cheers and hugs me tight as we exit the hospital.
Unfortunately I didn't have my cast removed by the pretty doctor, he didn't even appear to be exact.
Disappointed but not suprised
The young cute nurse was there though, she recognized me and even greeted me, I was THIS close to ask about him but my pride didn't allow me.
''How are you feeling?'' Her hand strokes my back
''Weird'' I respond eyeing my healed ankle
''I was used to walking on crutches''
Indeed last 2 weeks I would only walk using my crutches, they had become a part of my routine. I certainly feel better now though, well-rested,healthy, ready to return to reality.
''Let's go, I'm treating you to brunch.. There are so many things we have to catch up on after''
''W-what do you mean?'' I stutter scared because I have a feeling that I already know her answer
''Shopping therapy of course''
Oh no...
''Susan are you kidding I just removed my cast''
''Sweetheart you know I wouldn't drag you along unless I had a reason. Next Tuesday is Yoongi's birthday party, we have to get our outfits''
''Yoongi's birthday...'' I scratch my sculpt looking at her sheepishly''I totally forgot, I'm sorry''
''It's ok, you're coming anyway''
''What about-''
''Taehyung's gonna take care of your sister don't worry'' she cuts me off as if she had read my thoughts
I nod, it's rude to deny the invitation
''Yoongi's friends are really handsome and some of them are single so don't think you're getting off. We have to find a cute outfit for you as well... now let's eat'' I roll my eyes but agree rubbing my stomach that hasn't stopped rumbling and finally get in her car .
''It's stunning'' I examine the purple midi dress Susan's holding. The material is silk, it appears glamorous, expensive and the embellished straps detail completes the look.
''Should I try it on?'' she hesitates
''Of course, purple looks amazing on you'' That's true, the contrast between her ginger hair, green eyes and the purple colour is definitely unique. Purple flatters every single of her characteristics.
''Let's find something for you'' her eyes wander around the store
''I gained weight these days so I should go for something baggy''
''No Skye, you should go for something sexy yet sick that emphasizes your cleavage. Your boobs got bigger, thankfully'' she whispers the last word and rolls her eyes
''Susan'' I whisper yell covering my breasts with my hands
''Did they?'' I rethink my friend's comment. Indeed I've noticed a slight development. This whole weight gaining story had a positive result at least.
Once I realise where my hands are and how the rest of the customers look at me probably thinking I'm a horny pervert I instantly lower them and grab the first dress I lay my eyes on.
''This one is perfect yes'' Susan practically runs towards me
''It's very elegant and the lace detail makes it sensual. You're definitely trying it on''
I take a closer look at the dress I picked out on random.
It's certainly cute, off shoulder, midi, black with lace but tight as hell
''Isn't it way too tight? I think it's gonna accentuate every single bloated part of my body''
''Try it out you have nothing to lose. Besides the party is in 5 days, you have plenty of time to search for a dress''
''There's no way I'm going through this again. It's either today or I'm coming wearing my Pjs''
I announce and make my way to the fitting rooms determined. I can hear Susan mumbling a few curses, probably blaming me for being grumpy and stubborn.
''Excuse me'' an assistant approaches us
''There's only one fitting room available. I'm afraid you have to wait for a while''
''No problem, Susan you go first''
''Are you sure?''
I nod and sit in the comfortable blue chair that matches the rest of the decoration and furnishings of the store.
This showroom is excellently designed, the minimal yet eccentric blue décor casts an air of originality as the majority of stores follow a consistent pattern. No wonder it's Susan's favorite showroom, modern decor, excellent service and the clothing here is feminine, figure-friendly just like the dress I'm holding.
I'm so absorbed in gaping at the interior decoration that I don't notice my friend standing in front of me.
''Hey, earth to Skye'' she wiggles her fingers in front of my face
''Sorry'' I take my time studying her figure.
''I really like it. It's ideal for your body type and the colour is gorgeous''
The violet silk dress looks perfect on her, the semi tight fit shows up her toned silhouette, the swarovski embellished spaghetti straps together with the V neck flaunt her beautiful collarbones.
''I think it looks lovely too'' the cheerful, helpful assistant comments
''Yeah I like it'' she stares at the mirror
''You can use that fitting room'' the girl gestures at an empty room smiling. How are they always so kind and happy?''It's free now''
''Thank you'' I smile back and give a long sigh standing up from the soft chair.
Reluctantly I undress myself and wear the cute midi dress. It's tight but not as much as I expected. Well it's not that bad after all, I still need Susan's opinion though and a closer look in the big mirror. A few seconds later I'm out and heading for the mirror.
''Wow'' Susan talks
''It looks... stunning''
The dress hugs my body flawlessly, emphazising my curves. The off-shoulder design is very cute but sexy at the same time because my cleavage is shown off perfectly and I'm not even wearing a push up bra. I never thought I'd look that attractive in a dress.
''It fits you like a dream. You're definitely buying it'' Susan insistsand the assistant agrees
It's elegant yet sexy. Sexy in a non provocative way since it shows off only the right places.
''I think I'm getting this one'' I finally decide and Susan winks excitedly
''Hurry up we have to go for heels as well''
''Heels? Ha'' A humorless laugh leaves my lips
''You're laughing? What are you planning to wear with this dress then?'' she crosses her arms.
Her question catches me off guard but I act cool
''Flats? I don't care, anything but heels''
She laughs sarcastic lifting a shaped eyebrow
''Flats? If you plan to wear flat shoes on my husband's party I inform you that you're not invited''
I simply pout, my eyes pleading for mercy
''Come on Skye it's a party, a bussines kinda party you don't have to walk or dance. You can deal with heels under these circumstances I'm sure''
''Okay'' I sigh defeated meeting her gaze. There's no point in agruing, she's right I need heels with the apparel I chose.
''Hurry up then'' she scolds and enters the fitting room.
Have I mentioned how much I hate shopping with my best friend?
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I've just had a slight brainstorm and I thought maybe you could make something out of it.. .. Now what would be, IF Mevolent didn't even die in the end of the War, but stayed into hiding until the days of the 21st century... And a certain female sorcerer (Reader) accidentally came upon him at a late night in Dublin's lifeless sidesteets.. She may live, but will never forget.. .. As said, it was just an idea, if you like it, feel free to use it!
This is a really fun idea Chickpea! I may actually want to continue this as a series :) What do you think? Mevolent Shenanigans in the modern-day?
A change of Heart
Pairing: Mevolent x Reader (maybe?)
Chapter: 1/?
Word Count: 1540
Themes: Night walk, Fighting, Tea (the drinking kind)
It was getting cold as you walked home, you had just left Grecious O’Callahan and Donegan Bane’s home as you had been marathoning nerd movies all day. It had been a perfect way to spend your time off work. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself and buried your chin into your scarf, the air was icy and it felt like it was biting at your face while you walked, maybe you should have taken up their offer of driving you home. But it was a beautiful night, the stars shone vividly in the cloudless sky and the roads were empty, silent and glistening.
You tunnelled down your usual route, keeping mostly your destination in mind due to the cold. But your head kept looking around at all the sights of the city at night and how beautiful it was in its desolation. You approached the alley behind the bookstore and quickly began to make your way through it, that convenient little shortcut was always one of the landmarks to let you know you were almost home. This made you happily increase your walking speed until you suddenly ran into something tall and firm, it was so firm in fact, that you fell backwards onto the floor. “Ow…”, you mumbled looking up and realising that it was a person. “Oh my goodness I am so sorry!”, immediately you clamoured up to see if the other person was ok. A black hood had fallen from their face and as they straightened up and glanced at you your face froze with fear and your whole body stopped moving. Quickly you laughed and shook your head, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you. Or just stare at you- but it’s funny you kind of look a lot like...”. Your sentence trailed off at the end and you began to feel a chill run down your spine and not just from the cold. This tall man continued to stare at you with piercing eyes- your body was screaming at you to run away as you realised that nobody could possibly ever look so much like another person purely by coincidence. Then softly, he spoke breaking the incredibly long silence, “Yes yes, I am Mevolent. And you just crashed into me quite rudely”. Your body tensed up, “B-but you can’t be… you were killed”, straight away you blasted a fireball at him which he easily knocked away as though it were a fly. You now stood in a defensive position and Mevolent sighed, “Are you really going to try and fight me? You’ll die”. He almost laughed as he said this but you paid no attention as you grabbed an icicle hanging down nearby and threw it straight at his throat. He caught it and crushed it in his hand before throwing that back at you, the tiny pieces of ice hit you square in the face like loads of tiny little needles. During the time it took you to close your eyes and hiss in pain, Mevolent had punched you in the stomach and then hit you across the face. Clenching your jaw you took another swing at him, shooting a fireball in his direction before trying to physically punch him. Fortunately for you, he dodged to the left as you expected and he scowled realising that he couldn’t move very well. He had black tendrils piercing his arms and legs, pinning him there, “Necromancy magic?”, he thought aloud as you kicked him square in the face before turning and running away. You realised you could not stop him and should instead get help. You panted softly wondering where to run as your vision cleared up. Your body ached now, but you realised that he had probably gone easy on you and so you ran through the pain. A swift noise followed you overhead and as you turned to see what it was you saw Mevolent descending from the sky, your shoulders drooped as you realised you were going to die. As Mevolent landed he sighed softly, “Do you live around here?”. You looked at him extraordinarily confused, “What? Why..?”, you replied sharply. He simply pulled his hood back over his head, “You seem to be confused. I am cold and would like a cup of tea. Your magic is very interesting. I also want to talk to somebody other than those worshippers. They can get annoying sometimes”. You had an astounded look on your face, causing him to laugh rather rudely at you, “Come now. Aren’t you cold too?”.
Standing in your kitchen, making tea for Mevolent. You had to repeat that to yourself several times to make sure it was real. You glanced back through the doorway and there he sat, seemingly enthralled while watching the television. Once the kettle had boiled you made the tea reached for the sugar and paused, did he even take sugar in his tea? “No thank you”, you heard come from the living room. Shrugging it off you grabbed both mugs and walked into the room, placing one down in front of Mevolent on a coaster. He picked it up and nursed his cold hands with it. You stood awkwardly staring at him not knowing what to do until he gestured for you to sit. As you sat down he started to talk again, “How can you use elemental magic and necromancy magic? You don’t look like a teenager, what did you choose when you surged?”. It felt very strange that the topic of conversation was on you rather than him, the most feared evil being of your lifetime. “I-Ah…. I never had my surge. It’s been 300 years, and it never came. So I tried to study as much as possible”. Mevolent nodded his head as he thought, “I see. How interesting”, he then took a sip of his tea. “What are you doing here? I mean- how are you alive? I hope I am not being too rude but, well… there was the war and I am very confused”. Mevolent nodded again, “I can see that. I was not killed at that time. It was a mere reflection, but since my enemies had gotten so far I thought that I would let them carry on believing that I was dead. I wanted to see what they would do, I was getting bored with war. To be honest, it took me a long time to show myself before my followers again. And now I just think they are all crazy. They lost too much because of me and now they will do almost anything to get it all back. So I have been killing the particularly troublesome ones, one by one”. You did not realise but your mouth had dropped open in surprise as Mevolent spoke. It was impossible to believe and yet there he was on your sofa telling you himself. “After The Faceless Ones were actually brought back I saw what monsters they were. They would not listen to anyone and would have destroyed everything. After all, I have seen the mortals and sorcerors alike accomplish, I can say I am quite comfortable living out my days like this”. Putting yourself back in the moment you frowned, “But don’t you have your own home? Or friends?”. It disgusted you a little, but you felt genuine concern for Mevolent’s well being. He chuckled at this, “What does someone like me need friends for? I caused a lot of suffering because I was young, headstrong and foolish. My mind corrupted by my mentor’s teachings- what use has my life if not to right those wrongs? Friends do not fit into the picture. Most of the time I can easily sneak into mortal hotels so I stay there a lot. I like penthouses”, he added with a smirk. A small smile weaselled its way onto your face and you remembered to sip your own tea, “Do you know where they are? The other’s that you are looking for?”. Mevolent shrugged, “Most find me purely by coincidence. Kind of like how you bumped into me earlier. You are a very kind young lady”. You laughed this off and fiddled with your mug, “I don’t know why you would say that. I attacked you earlier”. Mevolent sipped at his own tea, musing over that thought with humour on his face, “Yes you did. Which is to be expected. But before that, when you bumped into me you recognised me and still apologised for the inconvenience. Even after I hit you, I still received shelter and tea from you”. You didn’t really think you had much of a choice in the latter, but he was being considerate all the same. Mevolent stood finishing his tea and then made to leave, “Feel free to tell anyone about our meeting by the way. They will not believe you. And any sensitives will not be able to detect my presence in your memories so that will not work either. Goodnight… what was your name?”. You paused for a moment before responding, “Y/n… my name is Y/n”. Mevolent flashed you the briefest of smiles before walking out of the front door as he closed it, it locked behind him.
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In The Depths of your mind
Gabriel x winchester!reader
Summary: after your life spirled out of control after Gabriel's seeming death the boys take matters of erasing him from your memory, but of course he comes back and is still in love with you but can't do anything about it
Warning: swearing,angst, probably gets a little spicy towards the end?
This is just a guilty pleasure thing I did for myself, also Blame my friend for making me love this ass again
Also this story? Long as all heck like, And sucks booty but ding dang im sorry.
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"Stay still!" You yelled at the angle in front of you. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry!"
You grinned up at him and traced your finger across his palm, causing him to squirm again. "Gabriel!" You dropped his hand and fell back into your bed. "I'm sorry! I swear I won't squirm anymore!"
You laughed and pulled him down with you and kissed him. "You ruined the moment dumbass." you muttered before kissing him again. He frowned after pulling away and rested his chin on your chest.
"Sugar, please? I'm dying to know what my future holds!" You hummed in response and played with his hair. "You know what I think?"
He shifted on the bed next to you and rested his head on your shoulder. "What?"
"I think...the future can wait. It's a beautiful afternoon...and I could really use a nap...so why don't we just live in the moment?"
He smiled as you curled up next to him and shut your eyes. "In order to nap your eyes need to be closed, Angel cake." he chuckled and shut his eyes falling asleep with you.
It was weird that's instantly what he thought of after Sam and Dean told him that after he "died" they had castiel erasie him from your memories, meaning you wouldn't know who he was when you walked in through the door, you wouldn't remember the life he gave you for a little while, and he could do nothing about it.
But it pained him even more to hear about how bad your life had spiraled out after he did so. "Just remeber we don't know what could happen if you bring those memories up unexpectedly, so just be careful..."
He nodded slowly still processing everything.
"Boys I'm home!" you yelled from within the bunker. Gabriel perked up in his seat turning to the doorway where you appeared holding three bags, two bags from KFC and one from the grocery store.
Gabriel stopped when he noticed your hair wasn't it's natural color and it was only then he realiesed only part of what had happened to you after he left.
"You must be the person I spent an extra twenty bucks on." you joked as you set the bags down on the table he was still seated at.
"I'm y/n by the way." he stared up at you as you started unpacking the food. Dean came up behind him and hit him slightly shaking him from his gaze. "Gabriel, nice to...nice to meet you."
You looked at him with a smile. "Well Gabriel, dig in!"
You took a seat next to him grabbing some chickens and talking to Sam and Dean about the case You where currently working on.
Gabriel barrely moved the entire time you all sat there talking, he sat there ever so slightly eating the food and glancing at you.
"So what's your deal?" you asked him after you finished, Dean had already set to work on opening the grocery bag full of deserts you picked up.
"What do you mean?" you shrugged.
"Well I don't know You very well....or at all for that matter but the boys here do so?...."
He looked at Sam and Dean across the table as if they where holding poster borards with what to say up. But they gave him the same look.
"Hello?" Sam cleared his throat and began talking. "Gabriel here is...An old hunting buddy of ours and....and came here for a place to stay for a while." You looked at the three men suspiciously.
"Ok well how long-"
"Years...years and years almost too long if you ask me." Dean chimmed in. You looked at Gabriel who flashed you an unconvincing smile.
Yet it was a smile and it sparked something in you causing you to return the guesture. "So tell me about you!" Gabriel said quickly catching both sam, Dean and you off gauird.
"Uh ok? What do you wanna know?" you shrugged crossing your arms and and leaning back in your chair to face him.
"Your hair is interesting." You laughed.
"Strange choice of topic but ok, yea I was feeling bold....thought it was time for a change. So I got up one night ran to the closest convinence store and picked the first color I saw, I stayed up till four in the morning doing it." You laughed.
He laughed lightly with you, he knew that's not really what happened but it was pretty close to something you would do no matter the state.
And then suddenly you where both talking like nothing had changed, you told him about things you liked and did as hobnies, you told him about music you had gotten into and movies you started watching.
You even told him stories of hunts, some scared him and made him worry for you, others impressed him and at somepoints made him laugh when you brought up a funny memory.
And to him it really felt like he hadn't lied to you for year, like he hadn't put you through pain and angony and it felt just almost like you where sitting on the front pouch of the house he stole you away to and talked as the Sun set behind the ocean.
And it felt the same to you, talking to him felt familiar and comfortable, it was like talking to Sam and Dean but times a thousand.
"You alright?" you swallowed thickly and furrowed your brows realising you had infact gone scilent and stared blankly at the table in front of you. "Yea...wow I just...just got lost in thought for a second there." you chuckled.
"Hey you should probably get some sleep." you hummed in response finally noticing Sam and Dean where obviously way ahead of you.
"Yea...uh did they show you where your room is?" you asked while standing up. "Yea I got it." You smiled and headed across the room to find your bedroom.
"Goodnight gabriel, it was nice meeting you." he frowned slightly. "Right...yea nice meeting you too!..."
He stayed there at the table for some time, he let his mind drift from one thing about you to the next, Sam and Dean hadn't told him what exactly happened to you, what you did when he left so he thought about that. When that got to painful he thought back to the house on the beach.
Years and years ago you ran away with him, he promised you a life hunting and being a winchester could have never promised.
He made sure your life took place some where that made you happy and worked hard to make it perfect and as far as he knew it was exactly that to you.
It was a small and quaint little cabin right on the edge of the beach, the beach because he remembered you telling him that never in your life have you been, he included a garden in the back, and your own personal art studio where he remembered watching you sing at along to bon jovie at the top of your lungs while you painted.
And then out in the front of the house there was a hammock tied to the post of the front pouch and a tree and you two would lie there rocking back and fourth lightly during the late afternoon talking and listening to the ocean.
"I thought you said Sam and Dean showed you your room?" Gabriel jumped awake upon hearing your voice. You laughed seeing him do so. "Easy sleeping beauty."
"What time is it?" he asked groggily sitting up. "Eight thirty, thing one and thing two went on a coffee run...what happened to you?"
"I don't know I guess I fell asleep before I could get up."
"Oh really? Is that what happened? You asked sarcastically. You pushed yourself off of the table and headed into the kitchen. "You like sweet things, right?"
He nodded while standing up to strech, but then paused. "How'd you know that?"
You turned slightly stopping yourself. "Uh...you told me didn't you? Last night." he narrowed his eyes trying to think. Maybe he did and he just couldn't remeber.
"Yea..." you smiled and continued into the kitchen. You appeared from the kitchen just in time to see Sam and Dean return with the coffee.
"Welcome home!" you said carrying a dish. "Wha y/n you never cook...what is this?"
You shrugged setting it down. "Cinnamon rolls." you said with a smirk. It didn't take long for Sam and Dean to notice you where acting diffrent now that Gabriel was around you would bring up weird thing, you kept spacing out at times and everything about you had shifted.
And that's exactly what got you hurt on your last hunt with the three of them. So you stayed in the bunker doing reasearch for them while Gabriel stayed and watched over you.
"Hey, I brought something for you to eat." He said pushing open the door. You smiled and sat yourself up slowly, still wincing at the slight movement. You held your side and mustered a smile.
"Hey take it easy, sugar." he set the plate down on the bed stand beside you and looked around the room eyes landing on the small desk and the art that hung on the wall above it.
"How are you holding up?" he asked looking the art closely.
"Uh as good as a person with a cracked rib could be." You responded. He chuckled lightly.
"These...are...amazing!" he said looking at them closely. He took note of the facless figure's with wings who's faces where scribbled out, then the house.
Your house, the one on the beach. "What...What is this?" he asked pointing to it.
"Oh the dream house." You grinned.
"The what?"
"Well being a Winchester and hunting things for a living isn't exactly a dream life...So I've always dreamt of living on this perfect little beach in this cute little house."
He watched as you smiled dreamily and continued explaining exactly what you had, like it was burried deep inside your mind, yet right at the surface of it all.
"And I'd live there with the person I love and we would just spend every day together going to the market near by or laying in the hammock..." you chuckled ever so slightly at the thought.
"But I'm here instead living my best life..." everything was scilent between you for a few moments. Then you shifted on the bed clutching your side. "Hey come here." You said patting the bed in front of you.
He did so and you held your hand out expectantly. "Gimme your hand." He did so a started wriggiling under your touch as you traced the lines on his hand.
"What are-"
"Reading your palm, a friend taught me a while back, Now Sit still dipshit." You giggled. He stopped when you said that breathing out lightly.
"Well lucky you." you stated excitedly. "It looks like..." you started laughing catching him off gauird. "What? What is it?"
"Nothing! Nothing! It's just...I have no idea what I'm doing! I've forgotten what she taught!" you laughed loudly still holding his hand. He grinned and started laughing along with you.
Once you died down you looked at each other quietly for a moment. And then suddenly you had his face in your hands and kissed him deeply, your kissy was needy and despreat, like you where missing it.
He didn't stop you either, he wrapped his arms around your back and deepend the kiss. You discarded your sweater which stopped Gabriel momentarily as he looked at the bandaging around your torso.
"Hey..." you kissed him between your words. "I'm fine."
He gingerly moved his hands down your torso. "I love you." he muttered out against your lips. You hummed kissing him deeply. And suddenly there was a sharp pain in your head and you free back grimcing.
"Y/n?" You scooted back holding your head. "I'm..." you let out a pain filled yelp screwing your eyes shut tightly.
"Y/n what's wrong!?" he moved to touch your arm and as soon as he did your ears where ringing and it felt like someone was pushing your head into a wall slowly, you let out one more scream before Your vision went black.
"Gabe!" Dean grabbed you and pulled you back from the scene in front of you. Gabriel really did his hardest to take down Lucifer but it didn't look so good. Because he had an angel blade deep in the gut of the person you loved.
"Oh no...gabe look." he turned Gabriel around to face you as your brother held you from attacking Lucifer. Tears rimmed your eyes as you struggled to run over to him.
He swallowed thickly as he looked at you. "I'm...I'm...so sorry..." Lucifer pulled the blade from him and let him drop. "Oops."
You let out an angry scream at him before he vanished. You kicked Deans leg hard causing him to loosen his grip.
You ran over to him stopping when you saw the black scorch marks of wings sit on the floor around him. "Fuck, Gabriel!?" you fell to your knees slowly touching him lightly. "Gabe?...Angel?...Angel cakes!? Please!" you shook him slightly hoping that would do it.
"Gabriel you ass! Don't you dare!" when he didn't move you sobbed into his chest. "Y/n...come on...we need to go.." you shook sam away from you. "NO! I should have fucking listened to him! And stayed at home! He gave me a home sam! And now...now he's dead and I...I can't...can't go back home!" they where scilent. "And he didn't say good bye He said I'm sorry....it wasn't his fault..."
Suddenly your eyes snapped open and it felt like the wind was knocked from you, tears slid down your face, and You breathed heavily looking up at the consirened Angel in front of you. "Y/n?" he asked carefully.
"What the hell..." You breathed finally. He furrowed his brows. "YOUR DEAD! YOUR FUCKING DEAD!" you yelled getting up quickly.
"Wait, y/n-"
"I...I went through hell and now your...your back!?" you grabbed your sweater pulling it on. You stumbled, your head was still burning and your side ached.
"Y/n stop let me explain-"
"Fuck you gabriel! I trusted you! I loved you and and you faked your death I assume...and What where you doing? Huh? Off with some slutty pornstars!?"
The angrier you got the more your head started reeling digging up memories you'd lost after that, putting the pieces together. "Get out."
"What?"
"GET OUT I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!" you yelled pinching the bridge of your noise holding back tears. "No we should talk-"
"Gabriel." you said flatly, glaring up at him. He looked down and quickly left the room. You followed slamming the door shut. He stood there for a little bit and soon enough heard you sobbing. "I'm sorry..." you heard him mumble. Outside the door. You stopped and just burried your head in your arms chocking on sobs trying to ignore the memories that where lost that started flooding your head.
When he got no response he sighed and took a seat outside your door hoping you would open it and let him explain or help.
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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 14)
"To Clvlnd She Goes"
Colson tells Emma that Luna is going to fly in tonight so they can have lunch tomorrow.
"Is she staying with you?" She asks.
"Nah, she's gonna stay down town." He reassures her. They agree on a time, Emma calls her mom to confirm Colson can drop Casi off for while. "Cool. Thanks Em."
She nods her head, smiling at him. "You're welcome." She says before he walks off to collect Casi.
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After booking her flight, Luna heads back to Ashley's. She's home now, chilling on the couch with Jagger. Luna tells her of her plans to fly out to Cleveland. Ashley's shocked. She knows Casi but she didn't meet her until she and Kells had been friends for a good while. "Wow!" She says, cocking her head back.
"I know. It's like meeting his mom, but obviously not his mom, you know?" Replies Luna.
Ashley doesn't want to but she can't help but laugh. Luna's never done well with parents or any type of authority. "Well, she is an important mother to him. Considering..." Referring not only to Emma being Casi's mother but also to Colson's own absentee mother.
"I know." Says Luna quietly "That's why it's important and I don't wanna make a bad first impression."
"You'll be fine. We're not 17 anymore. She's a mom, but she's your peer. Just be your shining, brilliant self." She says popping off the couch. "Now come on, I'll help you pack AND even drive youuuuuuu."
"Oh, FUCK! A ride to the airport?? Now THAT'S friendship!!! Laughs Luna as the girls head up stairs."
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Luna gets comfortable on the bed, pulling out her vape pen. The flight was smooth and she had easily ubered to the hotel.
She'd FaceTimed Colson once she'd checked in and had gotten settled. He was home playing FortNite Casi. They spoke for a bit, he gave her shit for not letting him pick her up. She told him to shut up, that she was fine and to enjoy hanging out with Casi. He's going to pick her up around 1230 tomorrow, after he drops Casi off. They exchange goodnights and I love yous.
He texts her his Snap code later and sends her a dick pic through it. She screenshots it but doesn't reply.
"A little teasing never hurt no body..." She thinks as she snuggles into the bed. After a few minutes she misses Colson. She Snaps him her slender legs propped up, toes and tattoos in full view. She tries to fall asleep after, hating the familiar feeling of a once full but now empty bed. It makes her think of Justin. "But you'll SEE him tomorrow." She reassures herself before popping a lunesta to shut her mind up.
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Casi and Colson had hung out, played video games and now she was in bed. He's in his own too, smoking a joint, waiting for Luna to Snap him back. She does. When he sees it, he instantly gets hard. He screenshots it so he can jerk off to her.
"Fuck, she gets me!" He thinks as he easily cums. Once he lays back down, he looks over at his empty bed missing Luna. "Soon enough." He falls asleep with dreams of their future adventures together dancing in his head.
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Colson and Luna arrive at Blue Point for lunch. Emma is already seated and watches them come in. They're dressed causally but stylish. Luna in a black lace top, cuffed ripped boyfriend jeans and nude heels. Colson spots Emma and waves holding Luna's hand, leading her to the table with him.
"Hey!" He says leaning over to peck Emma. "Emma this Luna. Luna, Emma." He introduces them.
Luna smiles brightly and reaches her hand out to Emma. "Hi! Nice to meet you!" She says.
"You too." Responds Emma, taking her hand. Once they sit down, the server greets them. Taking their drink and appetizer order. Emma asks how they met. Colson first speaks of their past not meeting all those years ago. It rings a bell in Emma's head. "Don't tell me you're The Girl in the Cheetah Print coat!!" She exclaims, astonished.
Luna laughs and looks at Colson. One look. He blushes. "Yup!! This is her." He says proudly, throwing his arm around her without a thought.
They order food. Conversation between Emma and Luna flows easily. Emma asks Luna what she does, where she lives, if she has any kids.
Luna answers, that she calls NY home. That she does not have any children. Explains that she does a little of everything. That she's a singer/songwriter on an independent label. How she's had a few art showings and has successfully sold some solid pieces. That she enjoys scouting, shooting and helping upcoming artist break through. She mentions a bit of her political activism.
"Wait, so you went to Flint?" Emma asks, impressed.
"Yeah, we loaded up 3 large Uhauls, packed to the gills with thousands of cases of water and drove them from NY to MI. I went the first 3 times to establish a solid connection, then set it up to where there's been 2 full monthly deliveries for the last 4yrs. It's still not nearly enough though. So, I'm currently working with this great guy in the community, Gary. We're building a class action lawsuit at the moment. We're preparing to take it all the way to the Supreme Court, if we have too. Not that those biased fucks will really do anything... But we either fight or die, right?" Luna concludes.
"Wow." That's really admirable." Emma says listening intently.
"I have the platform, resources and the intelligence to help. I'd be a Fucking dick and a part of the problem, if I didn't." Luna says with a sadness in her eyes.
Emma nods in agreement.
She looks at Luna seriously, making her nervous. "I feel like I can ask you things and you'll answer them honestly, which I truly respect and appreciate." She continues looking over at Colson "I like you, you seem like a strong, independent, educated, KIND woman, who can potentially have a very positive influence.." She looks at Colson again "Over our daughter. But I have to ask you. What drugs do you do?"
Luna laughs, catching Emma off gaurd. "I'm so sorry. That was incredibly rude. You just me threw me off!" Luna apologizes. "To answer your question, I smoke a LOT of pot. I LOVE a mushroom and maybe some pure MDMA, but I don't fuck around with scary drugs. Like meth or heroin. I'm already too hype for coke. I drink but... Pot, pot's the go to. Always."
Emma looks at her, appreciating how candid she is. Then she looks at Colson, who's staring at her. Hard. "You know how much coke Colson blows?" She asks dead out.
"What the fuck, Em??" Colson throws his long arms out.
"I'm only asking Colson, because if you're serious enough to want her to meet Casi. Then, I need to know, that she knows what she's getting herself into. So, that our little girl doesn't get attached and her heart broken, if Luna decides it's too much in 6mnths." Emma states emotionally.
"You think I'd bring Cas around someone who I didn't think was gonna ride with me for the long haul??" He snaps back.
Luna interrupts them both. "Guys, chill out." She grabs Colson's thigh with her left hand squeezing it under the table. While she reaches across the table with her right, to lightly touch Emma's hand. "It's ok. It's a valid question, Bunny. That's why we're here." She says looking at Colson. Then she turns to Emma, "Honestly, obviously I know he does blow and addies, I don't know how much because I don't do it with him, but I have an idea." Luna pauses. Then continues. "No one can guarantee anything in this life, but as adults we CAN control our own actions. The only thing I can tell you, with absolution, woman to woman. Is that, I've never done this before. Being in love with a man who has a child. I will guarantee, to you, her MOTHER. That if I do develop a relationship with your daughter and for some crazy reason Colson and I don't work out. I still have control over my own actions and if Casi wanted to continue being friends with me, as long as it was ok with both of you, I WILL make it a point to maintain my relationship with her. IF, it came to that, which I do NOT think it will. Because, honestly. I love Colson, Emma. For all of his greatness and all of his flaws. I'm all in. If I wasn't, we both know I wouldn't have cared to jump on a plane last night to be here today. This. Colson. Casi. Your opinion. They're all very important to me." She squeezes Emma's hand slightly, giving her a comforting smile.
"Fuck." Is all that Colson can think. Completely enamoured.
"Thank you." Emma says. "That is a lot more mature and understanding than I expected from someone without kids." She smiles at Luna.
"No. Thank you for giving me a chance. Kids fucking terrify me." Luna let's out a light laugh.
"Well, be ready then because Cas is a pistol!!" Emma laughs with her.
Colson watches both women enjoy each other's company while they finish lunch. "Wow." Is all he can think, falling even more in love with Luna while being equally grateful for Emma.
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Heading back from lunch, Colson tells Luna how much her coming to meet with Emma means to him. "I know, Bunny." She says. Going on to express her relief of how well it went. That, when they were leaving though, she wasn't surprised that her and Emma had hugged sincerely, before parting ways. As she sweetly, leans over to kiss him on the cheek.
But it's not enough for her. So she moves to his jaw, then his ear, his neck. While her hands slide over his pants unbuckling them, pulling out his hard cock. He lifts his ass so she can slide his pants off slightly. Then she takes his cock into her mouth.
"God Daaaamnn!!!" Colson thinks, trying to focus on the road.
"FUUUUUCK, BUNNY!!!" He groans loudly lifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. As they drive through downtown Cleveland, she sucks his cock intently. He cums just as they pull up to the hotel. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST." He says in exasperated satisfaction. She pops her head up. He wipes the stray cum from her open mouth. "You're so fucking HOT. I love that you swallow." He smiles at her, his hand resting on her face, from where he wiped his excess cum. "Want me to come up and return the favor? He asks.
"Mmmmmm...as hard as that is to turn down. You should get back to Casi. She's waiting on you and I've taken enough of her time today."
"Are you sure? What are you gonna do?"
"Honestly? I'm probably gonna go upstairs and book a flight tonight. I'd rather get back to LA late and tired, then be weird and manic in a city I don't know." She laughs.
"You can come over and hang out with me and Cas."
"Nahh... this is her time. Are you coming back to LA with her?
"Yeah, tomorrow. Especially if you're leaving tonight."
"You talk to Casi, like I said, tell her about me, ask HER if she'd like to meet me and let her choose where. Even if I don't meet her officially tomorrow, I'll slide by to see you." She says kissing him.
"Aight." He begrudgingly agrees.
"I love you. I'll let you know when my flight is and no matter what, will see you tomorrow." She says kissing him deeply. He agrees before she slides out of his Cobra. "Looooove you." She beams before closing the door.
"LOVE YOU!!!!" He hollers, laughing from inside the car before he pulls off.
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"Fuuuuuck, I love him...... Damn! She's REEEEEEALLY nice, I wasn't sure how this would go, but I enjoyed her a lot." Luna thinks, happily trotting into the hotel. "That was much less painful than you had anticipated, ya freak." She mocks herself, laughing, heading to her room.
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"I knew Em would like Loons. How can you not? I can't wait for Cas to meet her. They're gonna have so much fun together.... She really is amazing." His heart gets a little sad, missing her already as he heads to pick up Casi.
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To be continued....
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Hey, I'm an teenage Frum-from-birth girl. I've always been shomer and I'm planning to continue. But sometimes I wonder (nervously) about how it's possible to form a relationship without the physical aspect. Mainly, how do you make such an important decision of who you want to spend the rest of your life with without knowing if you are compatable? Not just sexually, but in terms of PDA. I know this is forward, but would you mind sharing more about your experience with a shomer relationship?
Hey anon,
I’m only a few days in (I wrote that post a little excitedly). I didn’t want to jump the gun and call it a relationship because we’re still in the constant flirting without being official yet stage, but I’ll try my best to answer, because even just shomer flirting is different than regular flirting and it’s made this experience so much better. And man, if this doesn’t work out, I’ll be mad at myself for posting so much about it (also it’s my fault for posting so early)…but it’s ok, this topic is important, and I’m really glad you asked. It’s not something FFBs talk about enough. The questions you’re asking are, I’m sure, on a ton of other girl’s minds, and it can be hard to ask them - so I’m glad you submitted.
My pre-BT relationships were unhealthy. And I’m not saying all not-shomer relationships are unhealthy, mind you, just my past ones. Often when everything else about the relationship went wrong, the physical aspect became a fall-back - as in we might fight a lot, but at least we enjoy making out - and that became a reason to stay with guys who were emotionally toxic for me. With this guy I’ve just met, well, I know for sure I’m attracted to him, and that does make it difficult. But it’s forced us to TALK. If talking doesn’t work well, we won’t have anything physical to fall back on, and I can make quicker and clearer decisions about whether our personalities mesh. So: “do I like talking to him or not?” is the main question I have to answer in my head, not fifty others about when, where, or how fast physical things will happen. When we finish talking late at night, there’s no awkwardness or pressure on whether we’ll do stuff. Rather he walks me home like a gentleman, we say goodnight and he leaves.
We also talk about much more PG-rated things, which is SO underrated. Instead of saying uncomfortable sexual things to try to attract me like many nonshomer guys would, he makes funny jokes. I’ve had really uncomfortable flirt situations in the past where we were on different paces regarding both a) how fast to go and b) how much we wanted to talk about physical stuff, or what language to use. When you’re both shomer, there’s no dick pics, no late night booty call texts, no worries about am I going too fast or too slow, no pressure. It takes away the source of a ton of pressure.
how do you make such an important decision of who you want to spend the rest of your life with without knowing if you are compatable?
I’d argue that this lets me know more about who I want to spend the rest of my life with, not less. To me, hashkafa matters, personality matters, ability to have a good conversation matters. Bonus points if he’s attractive, but at the end of the day, I’m looking for a life partner (and it sounds like so are you), not just a boy toy. It’s harder to find out these things when you’re busy sucking face. Would this guy make a good husband and father? If you can make out when conversations go awry, you can always say well at least we have that, so it doesn’t matter.
Not just sexually, but in terms of PDA
For people who have different sexual tastes, well I think this is something you’d talk about WAY into a shomer relationship. If you care about each other, sexual tastes won’t be a deal breaker, and/or you’ll care enough about each other to make those things happen for each other. Also friggin date someone who you find attractive and if/when you do get married the rest should come easy, with good communication of course just like for anyone.
PDA? Not a good thing anyway, imho. It pressures couples to one-up each other in how fast they’re going, and makes you compare relationships based on that. It disgusts strangers who are watching you. It makes singles feel more single and alone. It’s more respectful to people around you to do less PDA. If that’s the only way you show how you care about each other well…it’ll be hard to build a solid foundation on that.
Well, my FFB teenage anon friend, thanks for your question, and I’m sorry if at times I sounded a lot like your day school teachers. In the end, all I can say is now that I’ve tried both, I can say shomer wins (at least for me).
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Don't Tell Me Good night"-Copyrighted By Me, I Own This Song. Just Get Some Sleep, Okay?
Angelique. Is. Not. My. Name
call me Izzy, that's what I go by.
Ps: Mental Illnesses Are Not A Trend; STOP MAKING THEM TRENDY PEOPLE. It's real fucking shit. Trust NoOne. Haha. I'm the weirdest girl y'all will ever meet.
Don't Judge Anyone/Anything Unless You Have Already Walked In There Shoes. You Know My Name, Not My Story.
I love my mom to death. She also keeps me alive. She's my world.
It's Midnight here. So just stay safe. Goodnight xx
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.Got love4the streets and all of you. Stay Up Fam x “If Y0u Talk En0ugh S3nc3 Than Youll Lose Y0ur M!nd” #SilenceIzB3tt3rThanBullsh!t🥀
Hi idk what the fuck I'm doing? xx
Goodnight my amazing lovelies xx
Every Rose Has Its Thorn xx
You Grow Stronger Everyday xx
Izzy, shut the hell up, your being negative again xx
🖤🥀Fake Smiles All Around🥀🖤
🖤🥀It's A Very Very, Mad World🥀🖤
💛🥀Goodbye Reality, Welcome To Dreamland🥀💛
💛🥀Would Y'all Shut Up, Your Disrupting My Train Of Thought🥀💛
🦋🖤Go To Sleep Izzy, Try Again In The Morning🖤🦋
God Is Good, Amen!
Pray For Me, My Love
I Miss You Anthony, My AngelEyez
I Miss You Izzy, Your Not You Anymore
R.I.P xx _ xx Izzy Magdalinoz-Martinez xx_xx She's Not Dead Physically.
__Let's Have A Minute In Silence, For The Addict That's Still Suffering__
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System Malfunction; Errors: Brain Possession, Sanity Loss, Mind Damage, Overthinking, Too High Maintenance, Loss Of One's Mind, and Killing Of OnesSelf Slowly.
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🖤🥀Updated A Lil Part Of My Life Story Summerized🥀🖤
.♪★I am a recovering drug addict and alcoholic, on Step One &10 MonthsClean.
♪★My deceased father tortured me since I was 4 (I fought back at age 9, when my dad's torture got worse, (on multiple occasions on our he injection me with Meth and Heroin (inside a parked car at Carl's Jr
♪★now I've been homeless 13 times
♪★I rose a 9 year old kid (now 14 years old) named Anthony Castillo-Martinez, he was In an abusive foster home (the same one I was in), so me and my motel roommate and ex girlfriend of One Year. Kimberly Marie-Olivarez took him in
♪★I was mentally unstable and unfit so CPS took him away, (under Kimberly's false accusations that I "gave him drugs")
♪★im known for police, fire department, AMR, sherriffs etc.
♪★Jeremy Baraz & Ismhael Baraz, got shot && I saw the entire thing , and I almost got killed as well
♪★I was Prostituting/got sold, got drugged up and abused for money for us (To raise Anthony, and have a hotel for me Kim and him to live) and she killed herself (right in front of me and I tried to st0p her, but I was to late
♪★ I've been raped by my drug dealers which also drugged me up.people on the streets, Kimberly && many more)
♪★I was in Foster Care a couple times, ×°the 2nd time i was in abusive/Drug addicts, Angela and Jimmy Miller (they tortured, force fed, raped, abused, but me, drugged me up, had multiple people (over 40 a day) come in an rape me one by one
x°first a foster called GHS with staff instead of parents
x° and with Lisa (who was like a grandma to me but she passed away later on so I moved , later finding out that she attempted suicide)
♪★I’ve been in 215 mental hospitals (ETS, Loma Linda, Arrowhead, Cedars Cienai, San Bernardino Community, Delamo, The Willows "CRC", Auoura Charter Oaks, Auoura Las Encinas, UCI, Canyon Ridge, Kaiser, Kaiser Sunset, College Hospital)
♪★lock down treatment centers,1in Utah called Copper Hills Youth Center, ♪★multiple treatment centers
crisis centers (Crisis Stabelization Unit a 24 hour crisis center [CSU] over 80 times)
♪★2 week mental health and drug/alcohol programs (STAY Program (2x), Jumpstreet, Excelsior House, Rancho West, and Telecare Lagos...2x each)
♪★group homes (Rancho Domocitas), ♪★Boarding Cares (Golden Girls, a SSI paid house of all girls)
♪★rehabs (Cedar House 2x, CHYC, and multiple others)
♪★shelters (House of Miracles, Lutheran Mission, Set Free Ranch, Path Of Life, and many otherz)
♪★the streets (13 times homeless/on the streets, LA, OC, Menifee, Riverside, Murrietta, Mission Viejo, Corona, irvine and San Bernardino)
♪★been in car accidents (over 10 times)
♪★i have anger issues (extremely bad), been kicked out of multiple schools since 7th grade
♪★I’ve attempted suicide over 50 to 100 times
♪★I’ve self harmed on multiple occasions (in all kinds of different methods)
♪★I have bipolar (manic depressive disorder type 1 mixed episode).
♪★depression (major depressive disorder).
♪★paranioa.
♪★anxiety.
♪★Buliemia.
♪★insomnia.
♪★Dissociative Identity Fued.
♪★skitzoaffective (extreme skitzophrenia && bipolar mixed) ♪★PTSD.
♪★ocd.
♪★attachment disorder.
♪★Autism.
♪★borderline personality.
♪★amnesia.
♪★multiple personality disorder. ♪★anorexia.
♪★&&..i helped the homeless and people In hospitals (I help everyone way toooo much)
♪★been 0n all mental Health medication (I mean ALL)
♪★ People Tried To Send
Me To Metropolitan State Hospital(highest level of Care)
♪★IMD (Institution For The Mentally Diseased) on multiple occasions
♪★ive been to many therapists, physciatrists, ER's, and been on 51/50, 52/50 holds , concervertaship
♪★and lastly ive got taken away from my mom on four occasions (personal reasons)
♪★I’ve never had a stable home since 2011, now on Augest of 2018 I’m finally home
♪★I help others cus im used to people not caring about me
♪★I have trust issues, im always there to help to care to make sure there OK.
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