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mediocre--writing · 3 years

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after starcourt billy and el get closer, and he introduces her to the things that make him happy (rock music, basketball, etc, etc)

and el isn’t quite sure what to give back. billy has shown her so much new stuff about the world, she wants something to give to him.

she finds his mom. she goes into her little trance and finds the blonde woman she’s seen in billy’s memories. she’s living alone, has a cat or two, and is in a small apartment... in new york.

so she talks to steve. he recons they can find her in the phone book, but when asked for a name, el blanks. she doesn’t have a name to put with the face.

so she goes back into her head, waiting for someone to say it or something, then something catches her eye.

piles and piles and piles of papers on the dining table and all the chairs but one. there are even some discarded on the floor.

el walked to them, reading the best she could (she’s gotten pretty decent at it over the months she was at hoppers cabin and billy has been helping her, too)

‘Custody Agreement,’ one reads. a californian address is in the middle of a few letters, addressed to a ‘Neil Hargrove.’ a half written letter reads:

‘Sorry, ma’am, but we’ve just bought this house and don’t know a Neil, but we’re sorry for your situation.’

there’s bills and payments overdue to the apartment complex, as well as an attorney. letters dating back to 1978 that are worn and read over and over.

there’s pictures in one binder, opened to approximately the middle, showing a boy and the woman—billy and his mother— on a beach eating ice cream. it’s dated 1976.

there’s another picture of billy—cowboy hat on and a funny sheriff pin on his shirt—dancing around a small, but homey, living room.

the final picture on the page, blurry and sideways, shows the woman smiling, a cut on her cheek that was still bruised, but the caption (written in a sloppy, childish font) read: ‘taken by w.t.h. 1975’

the woman is sleeping on the couch, a journal open on her stomach and pen still in her hand, breathing slowly.

the journal is open to a page, one of the last in the book, and has a scribbly font to match the other writings in the kitchen.

they’re addressed to billy, and signed with a heart. there’s ink smeared in some spots, presumably from tears, and el thinks that this is one of the saddest things she’s ever had to see.

but she looks to the woman once more, eyes trailing along the diner costume she has on, a hideous blue/green color (that faintly resembles billy’s eyes) and sees a name tag.

she has a name for steve.

Carrie

she’s not positive of a last name, but she assumes hargrove is a good bet, and, low and behold, there she is.

Carrie Hargrove and her phone number are listed right there in the phone book, and as lucky as that is, el doesn’t know what to say.

this doesn’t feel like a quick-phone call situation. this is a big deal.

carrie has been looking for billy for years, since the week she left, it looks like, and she’s been writing to him, the billy she remembers, and tells him about things in the city he would love. little thinks people she waits on say that remind her of him. how she imagines he looks and acts now. how she wants to murder a son of a bitch named neil hargrove.

(oh, don’t we all)

the hard part starts now, though, because how do you tell a broken mother over the phone that you know her son and, somehow, know her phone number?

you can’t. it’s just not right.

so steve does it. he takes a short, weekend trip out to new york. tells the party he’s going to see his parents since they’re in nyc for the week and he’s gone.

el doesn’t know what happens between the friday steve leaves and the sunday he gets back, but he returns no different than how he left.

el hasn’t been able to ask him about it yet, she hasn’t seen him and she can’t exactly pull him to the side during party outings because that would be a little strange to to without questions.

plus, billy and max are always around. like always.

but it seems that el won’t have to ask steve any questions, she finds the next weekend, when the party rides their bikes over to steve’s house and see a car, ratty and old, sitting in the driveway.

it’s a familiar shade of blue and has a new york license plate hung on the back.

the kids assess the car but el makes her way to a window, peaking in to see steve quietly talking to a woman, the beautiful woman who is still wearing that atrocious diner costume with her hair a mess, and they seem to be arguing quietly.

not long after el peeks in, the boys come around her to look through the window, and that’s when steve sees them. they try to duck but they’re caught.

the boys are asking steve who this lady is and all other million questions they have and the woman—carrie—is still sitting at the dining table, looking ready to bolt back to her car and drive all the way back to new york.

their conversation (interrogation) is interrupted by the roar of an engine—max and billy are here.

billy is here.

max comes through the (open) door first.

“who’s car is in the drive way? steve, i thought your parents were rich?”

but she stills in the doorway when she sees steve looking more guilty than usual, the boys irritated at their lack of answers, and el, standing near a woman, who max remembers from photos—albeit a few years younger.

“woah, that’s—“

billy’s footsteps are heard before he’s seen, and he bumps into max, still standing in the door, while he’s trying to put his cigarettes in his jacket pocket.

“the fuck,” he murmurs as he grabs max’s shoulders to keep her upright

“steve won’t tell us who the lady is!” dustin yells, because of course dustin had to open his big mouth.

“lady?” billy asks before looking around the room, analyzing steve’s face (guilty), the boys (irritated and confused), then els face (hopeful and worried).

his eyes move to behind el, to the dining room, where a mop of blonde hair, not dissimilar to his own, is sitting there, staring at him.

the same eyes connect across the room and both their hearts drop to the floor.

billy takes a small step foreward. stands still for another moment, then walks quickly towards her.

she’s scrambling to get out of the chair and, for a second, this looks like a threatening scene, but then they’re going towards each other and embracing so tightly you couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended.

her name tag was poking into billy’s chest and his boot was partially over her foot, but they had their eyes closed as they breathed in and out, simultaneously calling down and getting excited from the others presence.

el didn’t realize before, when she’d seen carrie in the void, but they had all the same features. their curly, dirty blond hair, their bright blue eyes surrounded by darkness, their hands that kept readjusting and grabbing tighter onto the things they didn’t want to lose.

the way they both had their noses scrunched up while trying not to cry, the way they both didn’t move much as if that would break the trance they got drawn into.

“so who is she?” dustin asked, not so quietly.

“why don’t all you brats go outside for a few minutes?” they didn’t look happy with that idea, but followed steve outside like little ducklings, leaving carrie and billy alone.

they still didn’t break from the hug, not even when the sliding door slammed and the kids’ voices were muffled.

as carrie started moving her arm, rubbing gently across billy’s back, he finally let go of the tears that had welled in his eyes.

“i missed you, my boy,” she croaked out, leaving billy to choke out a sob, holding her tighter—if that was possible.

“missed you too, momma,” billy mumbled into her shoulder, feeling her hug him back tighter as well.

they pulled away, only when billy’s back was beginning to ache from bending down a bit just to feel small in her arms. and maybe it was because he was a kid, but he always thought he remembered her taller.

“i’m so, so sorry, it—“

“why did you leave?”

“i didn’t. no—i mean, i did, but you were gonna come with me, billy. i moved our stuff, in small amounts, to my sister’s place, maggie, you remember her? right?” billy nodded “i was gonna slowly get us out of there, but neil realized, he knew what i was doing and i—i couldn’t stand it and i—“

her throat was burning with anguish as she tried to explain, to the best of her ability, how she could have done something so despicable.

“i didn’t leave for long, i didn’t know he knew, but i was moving some stuff to maggie’s, was gonna stay the weekend, it was after that one big fight, and it was the last load of stuff i had to bring, but i came back sunday night and everything, the whole house, it was empty, i—“

billy remembered that weekend. he noticed how things around the house had been moved or were missing, then how his mom left for two days, his dad told him she wasn’t coming back.

billy didn’t believe him. didn’t want to believe him. neil promised that everything would be ok, that they would stay with grandma and grandpa for a week or two, just to get back on their feet, since they wouldn’t be able to afford the house with only one income.

billy believed his dad. believed the lies he was fed about how his mom didn’t care, left him for crap, got out while she could, stole from his dad just to get out.

in the back of his head, he always knew neil was lying, but if that were true, why did she never come back for him?

he remembers one night, while they were sitting outside, billy and neil and his grandparents, the phone rang, and billy offered to answer it.

and the voice on the other line was his mom, and he begged her to come get him and cried for her to love him again, not realizing that she’d never stopped.

neil had heard the tail end of the conversation. they moved out of billy’s grandparents within the week.

billy wanted his mom back, knew that someone had made a mistake when she’d left, that someone as pure and amazing and loving as she was couldn’t just leave a kid like that.

it all made sense now. why they moved so much. why neil was always angry and going over papers from lawyers or shredding letters that never got opened.

why they moved so far away, all the way to hicktown, indiana (among other reasons).

“neil is a piece of shit,”

carrie choked out a laugh at the off handed comment that came from billy—her boy. she nodded, though.

“that he is,”

they were both a little uncomfortable, but held an underlying relief of seeing one another.

“you know,” billy’s head turned to her, “my apartment, in new york, is filled with pictures of you and i. i was going to bring them, but i couldn’t take all of them and i wasn’t sure which ones were my favorite. but—“

she walked back over to where she had been sitting at the table, reaching into her satchel and pulling out a worn leather book, handing it to billy.

“i thought you should have this.” billy opened the book, the spin cracking with movement, and noted how every single page was filled to the brim with words. “i wrote to you, at least once a week. things that made me think of you, on your birthday and holidays, other occasions. times when i missed you a lot and times when i knew you might need me.”

billy, both listening to her words and reading the first page, was dissolving into a mixed state of joy and sadness.

his mother had thought of him just as he’d thought of her. every day and holiday and situation was filled with thoughts of the other. she didn’t leave him in the dust and start a new family.

she was still searching for the one that was taken from her.

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eleven #el hopper #billy’s mom #(btw the kids are all staring in the window trying to be inconspicuous but they’re right out in the open)#jeez i love billys mom fics #if you couldn’t tell #carrie hargrove

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deathonyourtongue · 4 years

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Willow Run | Ch. 7

Summary: On a horse ranch in Texas, life is far simpler than on the streets of Bakubah, but Syverson has a bad habit of taking in strays of all kinds, no matter what demons may be after them. Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC Word Count: 3K Warnings: Drug use? A/N: Y’ALL ARE THE BEST!!!! CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 |

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“I’m a nice guy, right? I mean I got a place, roof don’t leak none, got food...Hell, I gave it to her good, too. She always moaned like a whore when I gave it to her. She loved it, especially the rough stuff.”

“I mean, you did say you were gon’ kill her.” Wade giggled, inhaling deeply from a bong and momentarily taking his eyes off Travis. His shaggy blond hair was in need of a wash, but from the state of his shirt, it was clear cleanliness wasn’t at the forefront of any of his thoughts.

Tapping on a dying lightbulb that sat next to his recliner, Travis grinned. He took a long drag off his cigarette, swilled it with lukewarm beer, and finally nodded. “Well, that’s ‘cause she disobeyed. She doesn’t have a lot to remember, really. Keep the house clean, keep the food hot, keep her legs spread, keep takin’ ‘er pills. Four things. That’s all she needs to remember, but that seems too hard for ‘er. You tell me Wade. If someone finds it too hard to remember four things, should they really be breathin’?”

“No sir,” Wade laughed, grabbing a handful of pretzels and putting the whole lot in his mouth at once while shaking his head.

“Exactly. And seein’ as how she’s mine, it’s my right to do with ‘er as I please.”

“Can’t argue with that one, boss.”

Standing, Travis made his way to the kitchen, pausing in front of a mirror his fiancee had broken with her face some time ago. Slipped into the frame was a picture, taken years before on a Polaroid. He stroked over the image with his thumb, smiling. Travis could remember the day like it was yesterday. She’d tried to surprise him by bleaching her hair a white-blond with pink streaks. He took a deep breath,trying to keep from getting hard as he remembered how rough he’d given it to her that night after the party at the drag strip. In his experience, blondes were always bimbos, good for one thing and one thing only. He treated her like a blonde that night, then made her dye it back to its original color the next day; it didn’t matter to him that she had a hard time moving her hands up to her head, so long as she got the job done.

His reflection, disfigured among the cracks of glass, made him look more sinister than usual and it suited Travis’ mood. His grin grew as he met his own gaze; tri-colored eyes reminiscent of a broken marble stared back, amplifying the decision he’d already made. Running a hand through his mussed russet hair, he looked over his shoulder at his best friend before opening the fridge and grabbing a fresh beer.

“Wade? What d’you do when a deer runs away from ya out into the bush?”

“Y’hunt it. Why?”

“Well, my dear ran away, Wade. Get your stuff and call the guys. We’re gonna go huntin’.”

Sasha couldn’t help but smile as she read over the second note Sy had left her in as many days. To him, it was probably nothing more than common decency, but to Sasha it was such a tender gesture of affection that it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Feeling better than she had in a long time, she slipped out of bed, leaving the puppies to sleep and moved to get ready for the day, intending on finally surprising Sy with the breakfast she’d planned on making the day before. After a quick stop in the bathroom to tie her hair up in a floppy bun, Sasha put on a touch of the makeup she’d bought, slipped into the second outfit she’d tried on, and with new shoes in hand, headed downstairs to start cooking.

Though she hadn’t cooked from scratch a lot in her past, Sasha had always felt it important that a person have one or two recipes that they could make to near-perfection. Her favorite by far was her breakfast burritos and she’d yet to have someone fail to compliment her on them after trying them.

After a quick rummage through Sy’s fridge, she set about making two for him and one for herself, Sasha watching the clock closely, knowing full well she had a limited time frame to get the food to him before his meeting with the buyer. Where Sy sang, Sasha preferred to dance in the kitchen as she cooked, every movement accompanied by a happy little shuffle of her feet, whether or not there was music playing.

Before, she’d have to watch herself, as dancing was looked down on, but now, feeling freer than ever before, she couldn’t help but make her movements a little more grandiose. To anyone looking in, she might have looked a little strange, dancing and smiling from ear to ear when there was no music playing, but Sasha couldn’t have cared less. She was happy for the first time in a long time and she wasn’t going to hide it.

With the kitchen cleaned and the dogs all given a bit of bacon for their good behavior, Sasha set off with everything she’d made, the food wrapped in tin foil then gathered in a clean kitchen towel for easier carrying. Along with the thermos of hot coffee and a bottle of water in place of her OJ, Sasha headed off by foot to find Sy, not ready to try her hand at the ATV that sat parked at the back of the house.

Her smile grew as she neared the barn, hearing an upbeat country tune playing through speakers she could only assume were hardwired into the building itself. Seeing Wyatt, Sasha put a finger to her lips, silently asking him to stay quiet. The taller man only smiled, shifting his gaze back to a horse he was grooming while discreetly tilting his head to the left, giving away Sy’s location.

She was expecting him to look as he always had when working in the heat; sweaty, a little disheveled, and wearing his beat up baseball cap. What met her eyes however was something closer to the cover of a romance novel, and Sasha was momentarily stunned into stillness.

Wearing a navy and black plaid button-down, tight blue jeans with a black belt, and a far less trodden pair of black, round-toed boots, it was the black Stetson on Sy’s head that made her stomach explode into a million butterflies. Biting her lip, Sasha felt a stirring she couldn’t remember ever feeling for her ex, the realization a startling one that nearly made her drop the thermos.

It took a deep breath to refocus her mind, but once she had, Sasha tiptoed as close to Sy as she dared. With a quick look to Wyatt, who gave her wholehearted approval, Sasha leaned up as far as she could, standing on her tiptoes to try and reach his ear.

“Morning, handsome,” she whispered, echoing his morning note.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sy jumped a mile, turning and banging his elbow into the stall as he tried to figure out what was going on. Seeing Sasha, his fear instantly turned to elation, and he placed a hand over his heart as he took her in. Even more radiant than she had been the previous morning, Sy could tell she felt a million times better, not just physically, but emotionally. The gleam in her eye said it all, and before he could even register it, Sy was grinning like a fool.

“Morning, mama,” he said with fondness, his voice quiet and sweet as he tipped his hat back enough to kiss her cheek.

Though Sasha was momentarily confused at the formality of the kiss, it only took one look at Wyatt’s raised eyebrows for her to realize why Sy was being a little coy with the PDA. Everything was still new. Blushing a little, she pulled her surprise from behind her back, smiling hopefully up at Syverson.

“I thought I’d make your morning a little easier,” Sasha said, her smile growing as Sy slipped a hand around her waist, guiding her down the aisle towards his office.

Sy’s face showed genuine appreciation as he took a seat in his high back leather chair, pulling Sasha down into his lap so she wouldn’t have to sit on the perpetually hay dust-covered chair.

“You didn’t need to do all this, darlin’. You made coffee and everything. Thank you.” Sy met her eyes, his own gaze making it abundantly clear that he wasn’t used to being treated. Turning her face with his hand, he kissed her deeply now that they were in private, Sy sighing happily when he finally pulled away.

“Been thinkin’ about kissin’ you all morning,” he confessed, Sasha unable to keep the small squeak of happiness from escaping, her head falling to Sy’s broad shoulder as he reached around her to unwrap the kitchen towel.

With the tinfoil off in a hurry, Syverson’s face turned into one of delight as he immediately recognized what she’d made.

“Did you use the chorizo?” He asked, bouncing a little in his seat when Sasha nodded. Laughing softly, Sasha held off on taking her first bite in lieu of watching Sy. While his food always tasted amazing, he usually didn’t have much of a reaction to his own cooking. Now, with someone else’s handiwork in front of him, it was a totally different story.

Sy’s eyes rolled back into his head the moment the first bite touched his tongue, a loud, appreciative moan coming next as he began to chew, followed by more bouncing and a bob of his head that was unmistakably made in time with the music.

“Damn, woman! You could make some serious coin off these! It’s so good! I think you’ve ruined me. Never, ever tell her I said this, but... Even my mom’s isn’t this tasty! Holy shit!”

Blushing profusely, Sasha hid her face deeper into the crook of Sy’s neck, her smile wide as she felt his free hand come up to cup the back of her head. Warm and safe, she almost forgot about her own meal until the baby moved and her stomach growled simultaneously, both Sasha and Sy laughing and the loud interference.

“Might wanna eat quick, mama. The lil’ one’s gettin’ restless,” Sy grinned, his hand slipping under her overalls to rub her belly gently over her shirt. The touch made her heart skip a beat, Sasha still amazed that Sy seemed to have no qualms over the fact that she was pregnant, even now that they’d declared their interest in one another as more than just friends.

Unwrapping her burrito, she took a hearty bite, Sasha glad that her appetite was coming back a little stronger now that she was well away from her previous situation. Still watching Sy, she felt her blush returning as his excitement over the food didn’t waver a bit. It was so opposite of what she was used to, Sasha didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

“Seriously, Sash, I could have these as my last meal and I’d die a happy man.” Giving her a squeeze, he looked up at her and something in his eyes changed.

“Darlin’, you’ve got a little somethin’...” Sy’s voice softened as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Sasha’s lips and knocking her heart into overdrive immediately, with how charming he was.

“Stop,” she whined playfully once they parted, her broad smile making it clear she didn’t actually want him to do anything of the sort. “You’re too cute for your own good, mister,” Sasha added, pressing the button of his nose, her own scrunched up playfully.

“Nuh uh. That’s all you, mama. I’m just the big ‘ol rust bucket that works with horses,” he joked, Sy about to lean in to kiss her again when Wyatt’s soft throat-clearing interrupted them.

“We got about five minutes. He’s all ready to go, trottin’ around the pasture so he’s seen as they drive up. You need my help with anythin’ else or am I good to get back to the trees?” Wyatt asked, trying his hardest not to let his face show how surprised and happy he was for his best friend.

It had been eons since Sy had shown any interest in a woman, and despite only having met her briefly, Wyatt could already see how much of a difference Sasha was making in his former C.O., a difference for the better as far as Wyatt was concerned.

“Nope, I’m all good to go. D’you mind if I share this with Wyatt, darlin’? He hasn't’ eaten yet either and he’s about to go out and break his back.” Looking down at Sy as he asked for permission, Sasha only let the shock of his request flash briefly across her face before nodding quickly. Men never asked her for permission; they usually just took and took and took. Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, Sasha found herself slowly getting off Sy’s lap, mouth parted slightly.

Was it too good to be true? Would he end up being like every other man she’d ever been with? Was this all a dream that would leave her sobbing when she woke?

Managing to keep the smile on her face, she bent down and gave Sy a sweet kiss to his cheek, letting her lips linger just a little longer than was customary.

“I think I’m gonna head back up to the house.” Sasha murmured, stepping backwards while trying to keep her composure. Sy frowned slightly, confusion marring his features.

“You alright, darlin’?” Nodding quickly, Sasha waved the two men goodbye before turning on her heel and heading back towards the house as fast as she could manage.

Hearing the buyer’s truck pulling up as she crested the hill, it was all Sasha could do to keep from running, afraid seeing her might deter Sy’s prospective customer. Inside, the cool air hit her and without anyone watching her, Sasha let her tears spill, elated that she’d found such a wonderful man, but terrified that it was all going to go south like it did any time she had even a modicum of happiness to herself. Overwhelmed with emotion and forgetting all about the hormones coursing through her, Sasha kicked off her shoes before beelining the couch, curling up with Hudson and letting the tears fall silently until sleep overtook her.

Sasha wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt soft lips on her face. Moaning quietly, she braced for the kisses to turn to punches. With her eyes squeezed shut tightly, she was certain she’d feel the familiar wakeup call tear her out of her dream, which would put her right back to everything she’d run away from.

“Travis, I’m up, I promise,” she mumbled, whimpering even as she put her hands up to block whatever violence was coming her way.

When the gentle kisses stopped and all she felt was the circulating air of the AC, Sasha finally opened her eyes, confused; the sight before her put a lump in her throat instantly. Sy sat on the coffee table, back hunched over, his eyes gazing into a spot on the rug. Lips pressed in a tight line, two tear drops clung to his lower lashes, streaming down his face only when he finally looked up, their path cutting through the fine layer of dust on his face before he wiped them away slowly.

“Ah, sweetheart. Wish I could take all your fear, all your pain away,” he whispered, sniffling and wiping a little harder at his eyes when the tears wouldn’t stop.

Sitting up, Sasha found herself at a loss for what to say, her own eyes already red-rimmed from having cried herself to sleep. Looking at Syverson, she couldn’t help but feel the same guilt she’d felt during her first day with him. Only now, she could add making him cry to the list of things she felt responsible for.

“I feel like I’m a burden on you already, nevermind you wanting to take on my pain,” she admitted, her voice small and pinched, Sasha looking anywhere but at Sy.

Opening his arms, it only took a moment before Sy had Sasha in his embrace, holding her as close as he could and letting her fresh tears fall into the crook of his neck. Rocking her back and forth as he stroked her hair caringly, Sy could only think of one response to her words.

“No, not a burden. A joy.”

#henry cavill #syverson x ofc #captain syverson #captain syverson fic #deathonyourtongueoriginals #willow run

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pixie88 · 3 years

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Photogenic

A/N: Another talented writer asked me to do a Dominic Wright FF so here it is. I’m matched with his counterpart so I based him on Adam I just hope it have done it well. This might be a one shot piece or I might continue I’m not sure yet. Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Lovelink FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), My Science Buff & The Naughty Teacher (Marco Bottazzi) & Tattoo Artist to Businessman (Blake Bailey) FF.

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 2542

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Dominic x MC - Leona

Enjoy!

It's been 3 weeks since Dominic left for Paris. We have been texting every day, but it just not the same I miss him, he sends me pictures of places he's shooting which makes it hurt more. He's in the most romantic city in the world and I'm stuck here in the states!

"Leona, what do you think?" Kelly snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, what?" I ask.

"I said do you think Carter will like this bracelet for his birthday? I had it engraved it cost the earth, but he's worth it!" (I zoned put after bracelet)

"Leona!!! You aren't still pining over that boy are you?" She asks again snapping me back to reality.

"You mean Dominic!" I tell her.

"Yes, him! I don't know why you didn't dump him as soon as he told you he was leaving the country! No way would I let Carter travel to a different country without telling me how long he's going to be. Especially to Paris! Are you sure he's not been with his ex and taken her there?!" Kelly chimes.

Kelly is one of my oldest friends, but she's also the vainest and most materialistic person I know. She never thinks before opening her mouth, which has got me in trouble over the years.

"No, Kelly he hasn't run off to Paris with his crazy ex! You might not let your boyfriend off his leash, but some of us have more trusting relationships!" I snap back at her.

Nikki tries to hide her smile and Kelly gives her an un-approving look. I get up from the table gather my stuff and leave the coffee shop.

When I walk out into the cold air I pull my phone out and text Dominic but just as I'm typing my text as a notification pops up on my screen.

*1 New Message from Dominic*

I smile as I open the text.

[Hey gorgeous girl, I don't know why, but I just had a feeling I needed to text you! So here it is I miss you, baby girl! How's your day going with the girls? I hope Kelly isn't getting on your nerves too much? I got some great shots today. ILY XX]

[We are too in sync it's scary! I literally pulled out my phone to text you when your text popped up! I miss you too! I could do with a Dom hug right now...! Argh I just walked out on Kelly and Nikki. Kelly droning on as usual. It got to me so I'll probably have to leave it a few days before I speak to her again. Have you got any shots from the Eiffel Tower yet? Glad your day is going better than mine. ILY2 xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Leona, I don't get why your friends with someone that makes you so miserable!? See we might be in different countries, but I still know when my girl needs me. What has she said this time? I told you I wasn't going up the Eiffel Tower unless it's with you! ILYM XX]

[I know, but she used to be fun then her grandparents died and left her all that money it changed her now she's just a snob! Your girl needs you stateside! Have they told you when you're coming home? She said the same old rubbish how I should've dumped you when you told me that you were going to Paris. She also thinks you've taken Holly to Paris with you haha. I know neither of us have been up it, but you could go up and take pictures, so I can experience it through your photos! ILYSMM xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Money does bring out the worse in people. You have no idea how much I want to be back home with you. There is a meeting later, so hopefully, I get an idea then. I'm glad you haven't listened to her. Definitely haven't brought Holly with me, she's in court next month. No! I will only go up there with you so we can experience our first trip up the tower together ;) I have to go now. What's ILYSMM? ILY xx]

[Oh, I do! I have everything crossed for some kinda date! I stopped listening to her in the 5th grade! Haha. Wow, that's quick do you need to be back here for that? Secretly hoping you do! OK, we'll have to go one day to do it together! I love you so much more duh! :P ILY xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[I text you as soon as I find out. I'm not sure yet. I might need to be stateside. We will soon I promise. Speak soon. Haha OK ILYSMM xx]

I grab a taxi and make my way home.

~*~*~*~

Later I'm watching The Notebook when I hear my phone.

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Hey hot stuff, I have news you are really going to love. You know I did that small art show and that if it all went well, I would be offered to take part in the huge exhibition? Well, I got a place at the exhibition they loved my work! That's not the best bit they want me to enter a piece that includes the local sights! But I may have told them a little white lie...I told them I need my "assistant" and they are willing to pay for my assistant to fly to Paris, but they will have to share my hotel suite with me. But that's not all we also get to take a plus one to the exhibition ;) ILY XX]

[Dominic, that's great! Congratulations I'm so proud of you! Your assistant? I didn't know you had one? Lucky assistant :( Looks like you and your assistant will have fun. ILY x]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Leona!!! You don't get it, I told them you are my assistant they are booking you a flight as we speak! LEONA YOU ARE COMING TO PARIS! I WANT YOU TO BE MY PLUS ONE!!!! ILY XXX]

[WHAT?! No! I don't believe you! Why would they do that? DOMINIC YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH ME!!!! ILY XX]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[I swear on my life they are booking you a flight I will get all the details in a bit. I'm not messing with you! I'm serious. I guess it's a way to keep me sweet? Either way, I don't care I'm just so happy you're going to be here. ILY xx]

[But I have work I'm not sure I can just drop it like that! When will you know? ILY xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Crap, I didn't think about that I just got excited when they said they would fly you over. Please say you'll come? Please? I should know in 5 Minutes. ILY xx]

[I'll see what I can do once you've found out when the flight is. ILY x]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Thank you, thank you, thank you! So, they have sent the ticket to your email apparently. ILY xx]

[I'll have a look now. ILY xx]

I quickly check through my emails there it is at the top my ticket to Paris. It leaves tomorrow morning at 8amand I return in 7 days. (How am I going to sort work out with just over 12 hours before my flight leaves?!)

I text my dad.

[Hey Dad, short notice, but I only got the invite about 20 minutes ago. So Dominic invited me to Paris to see him. I'd be gone for 7 days from tomorrow, but if you can't get cover don't worry I'll tell him I can come.]

*1 New Message from Dad*

[Leona, that sounds like too much of an opportunity to miss out on. Plus, I know how much you've missed that boy. Go! Leave it to me, I'll get cover. You go have fun, but I want to see loads of photos when you come back.]

[Dad, you are one in a million you know that right? Thank you! I will take loads or get Dominic to take some! Thanks again!]

*1 New Message from Dad*

[I do as you always remind me. Have fun, I'll see you when you get back.]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Did you get the email? ILY xx]

I decide to play a prank on him.

[I did, but I've spoken to my dad, and he said it's just not possible to get cover at this short notice. It was a nice thought while it lasted. ILY x]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Oh, what? That's a shame, but like you said it was a nice idea. I'm bummed now I was so excited about being able to see you. ILY xx]

[Lucky for you, I fly out tomorrow! I was joking my dad was fine with it haha. I love you xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[Leona, that was mean! But I'm too excited to be mad. What time do you fly out? I love you more xx]

[I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you! 8 am so I should be with you about 5 pm US time. ILY xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[How exactly? So, about 11 am here. I will be working so I can't meet you until after I'm done. There will be a driver waiting at the airport for you. ILY xx]

[I'm thinking it's been a long time, so with fewer clothes between us. Oh ok, I guess I'll just go back to your suite and wait on the bed naked for you ;) ]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[God, now all I can think about is you naked on my sheets and finally being able to hold you. I need to sit down or have a cold shower! ILY XX]

[You better hurry back or I'll entertain myself. I better start packing. See you tomorrow. I love you xx]

*1 New Message from Dominic*

[I will be as quick as I can. I can't wait to see you. I love you xx]

~*~*~*~

After a long 9 hour flight, I'm here! I'm in Paris!! I walk through looking for a driver with my name but I'm greeted with his gorgeous smile, his eyes light up when he spots me. I drop my bags I don't want to not be in his arms a moment longer I run over to him. Dominic picks me up and spins me around "Leona, you're here! You're really here!" he puts me down.

His lips crash to mine, I don't want to stop kissing him, but I pull away. "Dominic, what are you doing here? I thought you had work?"

"I managed to move it all so I could be here to meet you," he smiles.

"I'm so happy you're here to meet me! So are you free for the whole day?" I wink.

"A matter of fact I am! Why don't we get your bags and head back to the hotel so I can show you how much I've missed you"

I blush.

We walk over to get my abandoned bags and there is a car waiting for us out front. We pull up to the hotel it's beautiful.

We make our way up to Dominic's room as soon as he opens the door the view is stunning! I hear the door click shut, his arms come around my waist, his lips brush my pulse line before they reach my ear "God I've missed you!" he nips my ear which sends my body into overdrive.

I turn to claim his lips with mine. His tongue invades my mouth we're in a rush our clothes fall to the floor as he backs me against the wall. His lips move from mine to my neck kissing my sensitive spot just above my collarbone, he continues to move south, his tongue lightly sweeps over my nipple leaving my body tingling and anticipating his next move.

He nips my belly before he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, his mouth finds my centre, he parts my folds and works on my clit, making me arch off the wall.

"Dom....inic crap that feels..."

He pulls away "Like I need to try harder to make you speechless" He doubles his efforts.

"Oooohhhh!"

I look down, he's set himself free working his hand up and down his hard member. I pull him up to me "I need you! All of you!"

He doesn't waste another second he wraps my legs around his waist. He thrust hard into me, filling me. He slowly draws out each thrust before forcefully thrusting back in. This pushes me so close to the edge I'm looking over it.

I drag my nails down his back, he hisses at the sensation. His lips claim mine again with the taste of me still on them. He groans against them, he's close. I can't hold back anymore, it's been 3 long weeks "Yes! Dominic!" I fall over the edge.

Dominic hits his own climax "Fuck! God! Leona!" We are barely catching our breath, he's still inside me "Let's take this to the bedroom" He pulls us away from the wall and carries me to bed.

We don't leave his hotel room until the next day.

~*~*~*~*~

A few days later we are in the car all dressed up for this exhibition. Dominic is nervous I can see it all over his face.

I take his hand and he looks at me and smiles. "It's going to be fine! Stop looking so nervous!"

"It's not the exhibition I'm worried about" He points out the window.

I turn we're have pulled up to the Eiffel Tower.

"Dominic, what are we doing here?"

He smiles "I thought we could go up it together as we planned," he says.

"Now? What about the exhibition?"

"We can be five minutes late," he takes my hand and leads me out of the car.

"So, this is what you're so nervous about? I thought you didn't mind heights?"

"It's not the heights. Come one, let's go" we get to the 3rd floor as we step out of the lift there is a guy holding a bouquet of roses.

He hands them to me "I hope you like them" Dominic says.

"They're beautiful. Did you plan this?" I ask.

He blushes "I did. The day you told me you were coming to Paris" He takes my hand and leads me to the railing.

The view is beautiful Paris is lit up! "Wow, it's beautiful! I'm glad we have done this together!"

"Me too! Leona, there was another reason why I brought you here. I've wanted to ask you for a while, but face to face"

He takes a breath, "I love you with all my heart, I can't imagine my life without you. I'm done looking for the one as I have found it in you. So, will you be my girlfriend?"

I feel like I'm going to burst "Dominic, I would love to be your girlfriend!"

His lips crash to mine and I wrap my arms around him.

I am his girlfriend and he is my boyfriend!

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Clear The Area - Chapter Fourteen

Previous Chapter HERE

Warnings: Language, NSFW Language

Tags: @jennmurawski13 @kelbabyblue

Note: Apologies, this is a repost from yesterday for reasons I won’t go into now. i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Fourteen

Sarah jostled with the mail as she entered their building, trying hard not to knock over the newest fresh plant currently adorning the entrance. They usually took it in turns to handle the post and whatever parcels the Supervisor had signed for that day but she was starting to feel a little short-changed as Shanna had consistently more post coming her way these days. Sarah realised she needed to get out more. Carting everything up the stairs was starting to become its own workout. Today’s treasures involved two Nasty Gal packages, a package from Pottery Barn, a box from Amazon, and what appeared to be a free sample of a Louis Vuitton fragrance. Sarah might just keep that last one to herself.

Jocelyn had sent another care package of sorts her way but it only served to remind Sarah that she had not called her folks in over a week. Ever since the accident, Jocelyn had been so consumed with worry that she had taken to sending Sarah articles ripped form magazines and gift cards for relaxation therapies. Despite Sarah’s many protests to the contrary, Jocelyn was sure Sarah was struggling with some form of undiagnosed PTSD. She’d read about it in a magazine. “If affects upwards of half a million American every year, honey.”

After successfully dodging the neighbour’s schnauzer, she eventually reached their floor and was just about to turn her key in the lock when the door swung wide open. Before she had time to react, she was brought face to face with a stressed-out Shanna, hair dripping wet from a shower. Not her favourite Shanna it had to be said. Not even in the Top Ten.

She grabbed Sarah by both shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m going to wear, Sarah! I’ve got less than an hour!”

“And hello to you, too!” Sarah smiled broadly, almost comically so, before Shanna lowered her head in embarrassment and moved out of the way so Sarah could physically get into her own home. She held the packages up. “Maybe there is something in here?”

Shanna shook her head. “No, they’re more summery. More formal.” She’d started fluttering around Sarah in a panic. “Do you still have that leather midi skirt? Do you think I could fit into it?”

“Uhh yeh it’s in the back of my closet somewhere.” she remembered. “Might be a bit warm, though? What are you gonna wear with it?”

“Well it’s a punky kind of bar, think it has live music and stuff so I thought maybe that Rolling Stones t-shirt and the maroon boots? Keep my hair down and casual?”

“So basically all of my clothes?” Sarah retorted. Shanna pressed her hands together in prayer and gave her the best pitiful smile she could manage, one she knew Sarah couldn’t resist. Shanna seemed to genuinely like this guy and if this guy was as charming and as smart as she told her he was, Sarah was sure she would like him, too. Hell, he’d be best friends with Scott and Chris in no time so long as he enjoyed football, Sam Adams, and didn’t put points on Shanna’s licence.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll see what I can pull together. Do you wanna borrow that heart necklace of mine? If you’re wearing your hair down, it’s probably best you avoid wearing earrings unless you want me to cut you out of them again.” Sarah shouted as she walked into her room unaware that Shanna had followed her closely behind.

“Oh god I hadn’t even thought that far. You know what, I might just cancel. This is just too much right now and I’m not even sure if he really likes me as anything more than a friend.” She feigned a dramatic flop onto Sarah’s bed, one arm landing across her forehead. Sarah delved through her closet to locate the desired items. If Shanna was threatening to cancel the date already, it must be serious.

“How many of you are going to this club?” Sarah asked, emerging from the closet doorway.

“Don’t know. Think three or four from my department and another couple from his?” she responded, hopelessness evident in her voice. Shanna never did well with vagueness where guys were concerned; everything had to be black and white with her.

“Come on, you’ve still got time.” Sarah encouraged as she carried some clothes and a couple of pairs of boots towards the bed. “Dry your hair and we’ll figure this out, OK?”

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” Shanna pouted and Sarah tried to shrug off the pit growing in her stomach from her words. Shanna used every ounce of energy she could muster to get up and drag herself back into the bathroom leaving Sarah shaking her head.

It was only a rare occasion when Shanna took less time getting ready in the bathroom. Sarah had fond memories of shouting through the door back when they were at college and deciding to move in together required a complete 180 degree shift in her expectations. Still, in less than half an hour, here she emerged fully dressed, primer and foundation applied, and hair dried accordingly. It was a miracle of epic proportions and if she hadn’t shoved some false eyelashes into Sarah’s hand, Sarah would have snapped a photograph to send to the family as evidence that their little girl was growing up.

Thanks to her professional, steady hand, Sarah was always the eyelash-fixer among their group. While fixing a couple of lashes to the corners of her eyes, Sarah’s phone buzzed. It buzzed a couple more times in quick succession and she would have managed to ignore it had it not been for Shanna’a roving eye.

“Looks like someone wants you.” she murmured, trying her hardest not to move as Sarah held the glued lash in place with some tweezers.

“It’ll just be Audrey probably.” Sarah responded in no rush to check for herself, keeping a firm hold on what she was doing.

Shanna tried glancing to her side one more time to catch who it was but couldn’t quite make it out. It buzzed again. “I’d hate for you to miss out on a date with Greg on account of helping piece my pathetic love life together. Oooh maybe we could double-date!”

Shanna’s exclaim nearly caused Sarah to lose her grip on the tweezers but a sharp intake of breath convinced Shanna to give up the inquisition. “Sorry. Sorry.” she held her hands up as an apology before feeling Sarah’s hands relax as she moved across to the other eye.

Sarah was pleased to see Shanna eventually leave their apartment. Not because she wanted the peace particularly but just because it was nice to see her get excited over a guy that wasn’t Ben. She looked gorgeous, too. Sarah was quite proud of her work. If it wasn’t to be a proper date, it definitely would be after tonight. Robbie would be an absolute fool to miss out.

It was only when she slumped dow onto the couch and spent the next hour or so flicking through television channels that she remembered her phone had buzzed earlier on. She reluctantly peeled herself off the sofa and retrieved it from where it had originally landed on her bedside table. Honestly, it was like Shanna had taught her nothing.

From just two messages, Chris had attempted some mild flirtation with her before asking her if she knew what in God’s Name Penhaligon’s was.

Sarah 8.19pm: Perfume I think. Pretty old school brand. Why?

Chris 8.23pm: Mom wants it for her birthday. Never heard of it before. Scott thought it might be some kind of scarf??

She googled the name to make sure. Last thing she wanted was to end up ruining Lisa’s birthday celebrations with a present she absolutely did not want. Her birthday was something she took with increasing seriousness as each year passed by and her children and grandchildren grew older in front of her eyes. There was always a party of sorts, a massive cake, perhaps a theme, and a “suggestion list” for possible gifts. Well, they say “suggestion” but rarely did anyone dare deviate from “the list”. Sarah hadn’t yet considered buying a present but if Chris was already looking, she would no doubt need to catch up.

Sarah 8.34pm: Yep, pretty certain it’s a perfume. Pretty pricey. Good shout.

Sarah started scanning through her phone as another couple of messages caught her eye, some she had accidentally missed from earlier in the day. One from Audrey. One from Greg that she was not expecting.

Greg 7.02pm: Great news! 29th is set up. All you need to do is say the word! Don’t know how long I can hold the spot open so let me know as soon as you can. Have a great evening x

It took her a moment to register what he was talking about.

Chris 8.37pm: Cool THX What are you wearing??

Sarah stared down at the phone. She felt light-headed. There was far too much going on for this time of the day. She wiped at her forehead with her sweater sleeve and took a deep breath.

Sarah 8.41pm: You wouldn’t be interested lol

Chris 8.42pm: try me..........

He had a surprising habit these days of cheering her up.

Sarah 8.46pm: Nah I look a mess. Get out while you can.

Her phone started ringing almost as soon as she’d pressed ‘send’, Chris’ name flashing on her screen. She contemplated not answering now that her mood had taken a turn but she knew he would work out something was wrong and immediately dive over.

“Hey,” she answered, trying for a jovial tone but coming up just south of delirious.

“Hey you,” he smiled through the phone, happy to hear her voice. “In all the years I have known you, Bernette, not once would I describe you as looking like a mess.”

She laughed down the line. She made the right decision.

“...you are far too cute to ever be a mess. Do you know that? Like, I can already picture you with your sweats on, your hair tied up, soft skin...” he trailed off with a low sigh that she was sure was filthier than he intended it to be. “Man, that really does something to me.”

“You really know how to charm a girl. Have you figured this Penhaligon’s thing out yet? Was I right?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

She laughed again. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m not great with flirting over the phone. You should know that by now.”

“Then do it with me in person.” he proposed as if it was the easiest solution in the world. As if she wasn’t going to be distracted with thoughts of work and studies enough to not focus on him entirely. And he didn’t deserve to be second best.

It would have been all too easy to allow him to come over. Forget about overthinking things again. There truly was no one better at making her feel good about herself these days. Like, honest, through-the-bone good about herself, whatever that entailed. Goosebumps raised on her skin at the thought.

“I’m pretty whacked to be honest and...”

“What’s going on? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, concern evident in his tone. Whatever he had been pottering about with in the background had stopped all of a sudden.

“Yes! Yeh, I’m fine. Just...I dunno, boring. Plus, it’s Friday night! You should be out with the guys or whatever. Shan said Scott is having issues with Zach again. Is he OK?”

He laughed at her second lame attempt to deflect. He knew something was going on and he knew she knew he wouldn’t give up easily.

“Is Shanna there?” he asked.

“No, she went out with some friends.”

“So why don’t you ask me to come over and I’ll make you feel better than fine?”

She was lucky she was sat down or that her legs were crossed underneath her as she lounged on the couch, her back against the arm rest. His tone was causing her to feel things she shouldn’t be focussing on. What must it feel like to always be confident of your effect on people?

“Do you wanna come over?” she asked, treading lightly, not entirely anxious should he decline.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” He ended the call almost as abruptly as he had dialled it.

She remained where she sat for a moment, Greg’s text message still lighting up her screen. She wasn’t expecting for things to suddenly be so easy for her and it was strange how opening herself up to more possibilities could cause her to feel so immobile.

She would need to move at some point and as a helpless and as confused as she now felt, she knew it would look far too obvious to Chris if she bid to make herself up. She also didn’t really have the energy to do so. Lord, Chris really should have taken the out when he had the chance.

“Have I just walked into a teenage girl’s bedroom?” Chris asked, taking a look around as he entered the apartment not long afterwards. He clearly found the scene amusing although Sarah couldn’t under stand why. It was partly Shanna’s home after all. He should be used to girly mess. “What’s going on?”

“Shan has a date. I was helping her to get ready.” Sarah replied, humourously holding up the hairdryer like a trophy before dumping it back in her bedroom. “Sort of, actually. She doesn’t quite know if it’s a date date or a friend date.”

“I was told those didn’t exist.” Chris smirked, reaching for a bottle of water from her fridge.

“Well, she’s dressed up for one. Looks gorgeous.”

“I think you look gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Chris, you don’t need to make any more effort, OK? You’re already in the apartment.”

“I think it bears repeating is all.”

He swallowed half the bottle of water before fixing her with a semi-quizzical stare. He tried to figure out what was going on as he watched her potter around the kitchen table, swiping something away into a cupboard, phone grasped in her hand. “What’s going on? You sounded weird on the phone and now you look like it as well.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” she answered far too quickly and tried to shrug it off but his body language told her he wasn’t buying it. She wasn’t sure what was bothering her more in this moment; him knowing her too well, or that he knew he knew her too well.

“OK, alright, well, it’s Friday night and I’m happy just hanging out and doing whatever but you can also talk to me as well. I’m not a monster.”

“It was her turn to look back at him, unsure of her next move or indeed his. she wondered if he was very likely regretting his decision to meet her now when twenty minutes in the opposite direction would take him to one of his favourite downtown dive bars. Instead, he rested against the side of the kitchen doorway, arms folded, a softness still present in his facial expressions. He seemed hesitant of what to say and she didn’t like the slight awkward air surrounding them. She didn’t want to venture into work-territory either.

“Do you want me to go, Sarah?”

She looked back up at him after a short spell spent staring down at her feet. “No. I don’t want you to leave. I’m just...there’s something...” she paused to re-evaluate her words. “You know what, it’s find. It’s nothing major. Of course I’m glad you’re here now.”

He pushed himself off from the counter and moved towards her, accepting of the greeting smile now covering her face, the bottle of water still in his grip. “Cool. Shall I follow your lead then, or...?”

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” she suggested, more casually than he would have liked. She didn’t know what to say to him now that all of her brain space was taken up with possibilities and wanting to call Audrey with the news. Chris hadn’t factored in watching a film but she seemed like she wanted a little peace and quiet and he had pretty much dived into the apartment as soon as she gave him the green light, eager as he was to see her without threat of Shanna walking in at any point.

“Movie sounds good.” He bobbed his head in agreement, content in their surroundings for now.

At some point towards the end of Searching, Chris quietly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Realising something was about to happen and not wanting to have to explain it to him after he returned, Sarah put the film on pause and headed into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She had held him at an arm’s length for most of the night, the couch seeming longer somehow, but was now feeling a slight chill despite the thick sweater reaching midway down her thighs. He would no doubt have been cosy to snuggle up to but she was still pondering Greg’s message and couldn’t concentrate on much else.

Her demeanour hadn’t gone unnoticed by Chris. A couple of times he caught the glare from her phone screen illuminating her face from below and wondered who had gotten her attention this evening. He stopped himself from making an obvious joke and was disappointed that she hadn’t noticed him glance across at her several times during the movie. He wasn’t much interested in watching it. Telling the truth, he’d seen it via a DVD screener Matt had sent him months earlier but she’d mentioned she was looking forward to watching it and in all honesty, he had figured they would curl up together and he would have still gotten something out of it.

“Chris? Do you want a cup of tea?” she hollered from the kitchen doorway. No response for what seemed to be a long, long minute. She switched the kettle off and began pouring him one anyway. She could always drink two if he didn’t want it.

“Chris?” she shouted again.

She walked into the lounge to place the cups down and clocked the bathroom door ajar and seemingly empty. Maybe he left without telling her. In all fairness, she wouldn’t have been surprised or annoyed. She’d barely given him a moment of attention for the last two hours.

She wandered slowly down the hallway first passing Shanna’s bedroom before reaching her own and finding him stretched out across the bottom of her bed. She giggled and leaned on the side of the doorway. He looked rather comfortable. A little too comfortable. Maybe he wanted some company?

“What are you up to, Evans?”

He tilted his head up to find her standing there. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice I was gone.” He leaned up further and rested on one arm to fully take sight of her. His eyes appeared a little dopey, a thing that always seemed to give away his nefarious intentions. From the angle he was now lying in, the size of his bicep looked ridiculous. It could not have been an accidental move and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t working for her.

“Are you bored? You can absolutely go if you have a better offer, I promise I won’t mind.” she offered by way of an apology but he stayed looking at her, not moving or responding to her offer. Being caught under his glare like this was unnerving to say the least. His hair looked a little messy from where he had been lying down yet he still made zero effort to move at all.

“I’m not bored.” He finally spoke, sincerity lacing his voice. “Are you? You seem distracted tonight.”

She didn’t know how to respond except to say he was right and to apologise again. She hadn’t figured out what to say to Greg yet so explaining her thought process to Chris wasn’t going to get her very far. It was times like this, when he was looking at her like that, that she wished she had the confidence to try and shut him up the old-fashioned way.

“Come here...” It was barely a whisper and she would have doubted he had spoken at all if it wasn’t for the hand he was now holding out towards her. He didn’t blink once.

She couldn’t refuse him and moved slowly to stand in the middle of his now-parted legs hanging off the end of the bed as he sat up. She watched as he closed his eyes when he felt her fingers smooth through his hair. There was something so calming about her touch, the deliberate graze of her nails sending little shocks down his spine. He wasn’t normally fussed by a woman playing with his hair even if occasionally he liked it when they pulled on it but something about her slow, tender touch was unlike anything he had felt before.

He moved his hands to the side of her thighs before pulling her legs down to either side of him. “I love looking at you from here.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist making sure she couldn’t get away from him.

She moved in to kiss him, softly at first before she felt his tongue glide along her bottom lip, a wordless request for her to open up. He paused for a second, taking her in while she caught her breath before kissing her deeper than before. She pulled his t-shirt up from the hem and he reached up over his back to grab it and whip it off in record time. Not one of his proudest moments, it caught on his watch as he tried and failed to fling it to the side of them and he made a mental note to try that move again when he felt her chuckle against the side of his neck. He didn’t much mind being a dork in front of her. She knew he wasn’t as cool as he made himself out to be.

His hands found their way into her hair as he caressed the strands out of her face. He loved how silky it felt between his fingers and how faintly it smelled of coconut, her signature smell by now. Her hands gripped his wrists before slowly moving up his biceps and grasping at his shoulders while he pulled her down onto him to allow her to feel how hard he was becoming from her touch. He wanted to know she was only thinking about him. She felt him push up into her core and arousing her even more. His breaths were getting shorter while his hands moved down her sides in an attempt to hook into her leggings and drag them down and off her body. She moved a hand away from his shoulders to help him with his mission but a tapping sound soon broke her from her reverie.

“Wait.” she was still holding on to his arms to steady herself until things went quiet and his hands froze on her waist. Their breathing levelled out quickly and Chris threw her a confused look. “Do you hear something?”

“What?” He gasped. “No, nothing.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back down to kiss him hard. His hands firmly gripped her ass until she was putting pressure back where he wanted it. She quickly forgot what she was thinking about while he moved her slowly along his growing length. He moved one hand up her side, dragging her sweater up with it so his fingers could finally feel her skin underneath. Her hands were pushing down on his chest a bit harder and in a moment that took her by total surprised he quickly flipped them over so she was lying underneath him, completely encased by his strong forearms.

Kissing her was so easy he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done it sooner. Her lips were soft, some of the softest her had ever touched. He figured she kissed like she wanted to be kissed, and he wanted to kiss her back like no boy had ever kissed her before. It was soft and hot and breathy and turning him on immensely. Neither was trying to win a battle but rather seeking and enjoying their closeness, the sharing of this one single sensation, outside world be damned.

The prospect of being uninterrupted was giving him all kinds of ideas. Her breathing was hot against his skin and he knew she was in the zone with him. They’d never particularly been slow and up until this point, he hadn’t much minded but he knew there was some part of her she was holding back and honestly, it was thrilling to him that he was determined to figure her out.

Pinning her underneath, one hand reached down and grazed the inside of her thigh. A little more pressure just over her clit caused her breath to hitch with a sudden squeak ever so slightly until they smiled back into their kiss, tongues massaging together. Honestly, he could carry on doing this for hours if he knew for sure there would definitely be another time they had this opportunity.

She opened her eyes to find him resting so close above her and evidently relishing the way she was lightly tickling the back of his neck with her fingers. Another languid kiss followed before he caught the side of her neck between his teeth and pushed himself against her core, her wetness increasingly apparent to him. She was growing accustomed to his need to tease her like this that she almost missed the scraping sound that had returned, only this time it was louder and sounded like it was coming from just down her hallway. She would have loved nothing more than to continue focussing on the hot breath now ghosting across her neck and shoulders but, panicking, she grudgingly pushed him off her.

“Fuck, what is that?”

Helpless and slightly dazed, all he could do was watch her get up from the bed to stand by the door. With an ear close to the gap, she listened out for another sound. Quieter than before, she swore she heard what sounded like shuffling followed by something being dropped on the ground.

Spying him about to protest, she shook her head. “Nope. Nope, that’s definitely something.” She proceeded to tiptoe out of her room and down the hall towards the kitchen, her bare feet treading ever so lightly and managing to dodge the one creaky floorboard. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find but felt a brief surge of confidence knowing the vision of Captain America might alarm whoever was attempting to break in to her home and presumably try to murder them both. He was 6 foot and built like a tank, he could absolutely save them both if push came to shove.

Of course, no one was there that she could immediately see. Maybe something had fallen off the wall instead, or perhaps had been knocked over by a strong breeze coming in via the open window in the lounge? Maybe she was hearing things after all or maybe it was a burglar but they got startled and ran away when they heard footsteps inside. Maybe it was just their neighbour moving around next door but it sounded a little too close for that. She resorted to the only thing she could think of in that moment and picked up a spatula just in case.

Chris was reluctantly putting his t-shirt back on when he followed quietly behind her, shaking his leg to relieve some of the tension in his boxers. Something banged again but this time she was sure it was coming from outside of her front door. He could now hear it as well but wasn’t entirely sure what she was hoping to accomplish with a plastic spatula in her hand.

She held her finger up to her lips to stop him from making any noise and peered through the peephole. She couldn’t see anything. Gingerly, she decided to open the door and jumped backwards when there, on the ground hunched up and leaning against the door frame, was a rathe intoxicated Shanna. Her bag had been emptied in a hurry like she’d been trying to locate her keys, and her coat was falling off her shoulders. She was half-asleep.

Chris snorted from somewhere close behind Sarah unable to contain himself, instantly familiar with the view in front of him. Sarah exhaled with some kind of relief that they were safe from a mass-murderer.

“I don’t believe it...” she spoken quietly.

“I do!” Chris could barely stop the laughter coming out now.

She and Chris moved to help her into the apartment, each grabbing her under one arm. Chris bared the majority of her weight while Sarah carried her bag and as a many contents as she could find. They managed to manoeuvre her into her bedroom where she promptly fell forward, head first, onto her bed,

“Fuckin’ waster,” he laughed heartily before Sarah punched his arm to stop him from waking her. the room fell silent for a moment before the unmistakeable sound of Shan snoring took over. Chris closed the door behind them before following Sarah to the kitchen where she collected the remaining items that had fallen out of her bag. Picking up her phone, she checked for scratches.

“Well at least she didn’t lose it this time,” she held up the mobile to him but noticed he couldn’t stop grinning. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” he shook his head. “I just wish I’d taken a picture of her. Scott would have a heart attack. Always told her she couldn’t handle her drink!”

“i don’t know how you’d explain getting hold of a photo of her.”

“Oh yeh, good point.” he chuckled in reponse. They regarded each other for a moment, Chris clearly hopeful they could pick up from where they left off.

“I think you should go,” Sarah thought apologetically.

He paused before answering, expecting her to have been joking. “Why? She’s passed out on her bed. She’ll be asleep for hours. Do you have any idea how many times I have seen her like this?”

“Have you any idea how many times I have seen her like this? She’ll wake up in the middle of the night and get into bed with me and it’d be a lot easier to handle if I didn’t have to explain to her why her bother was also there.”

“Sarah, we could throw a rave and she wouldn’t wake up.”

He was making no effort to move, instead fixing her with a stare waiting for her to recognise how ridiculous she sounded. His hands pinched at his hips and he looked a foot taller than before

“Seriously, Chris, you’re just going to have to leave.”

He took a couple of steps towards her, bare feet padding along the hard, cold floor. “I haven’t see you all week.” He moaned, hands reaching out for her hoping the memory of where they had been would be enough to convince her he should stay.

“That’s not true. You saw me the other day.” It was a weak response. Even she knew that.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

She offered back nothing. She had no response. He was disappointed and equally as frustrated with his lack of a decent comeback. He should definitely stay. He should be rocking her world right this moment and whispering filthy things into her ear but instead, all he could do was stand there and shake his head in defeat. When he made eye contact with her again, she looked somehow smaller in some way and he found it hard to continue being frustrated with her. He understood what she was doing as much as he didn’t want to.

Resigned, he shuffled towards her and embraced her in a hug. She felt him semi-hard against her tummy, briefly doubting her choices. It stirred something exciting inside her to think she could make him feel that way and mentally chastised Shanna for cock-blocking her. She felt bad for kicking him out like this.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” she whispered.

He loosely pulled away from their hug and looked down at her. He playfully raised an eyebrow and looked down at her lips, still pink and swollen, before chastely planting a kiss on them.

“I am absolutely going to hold you to that.”

Shan finally made an appearance the following morning looking like death warmed up. She’d somehow managed to remove her clothes but had a pyjama top on backwards and her hair was sticking out in all directions. She had Sarah’s expert eyeliner and a false lash smudged down one cheek.

Sarah was eating breakfast and checking the news on her phone when she saw the creature from the black lagoon emerge into her kitchen. Stifling a laugh at the sorry sight standing before her, she felt a pang of sympathy seeing every step cause her pain. Shan just pouted at her before taking a seat at the kitchen table, resting her forehead in her hands while Sarah fixed her a glass of juice and some aspirin. She took it gratefully before groaning.

“Remind me never to do shots again.” she stressed. Sarah knew it wouldn’t last, not with that Boston blood coursing through her veins. “Was Chris here last night?”

Sarah froze, a sudden ring clouding her ears. “Erm, no, he wasn’t.” She turned to put her bowl in the sink and tried to hide any blushes. She didn’t know who felt more like shit in this exact moment.

“Oh I could have sworn I heard him is all.” Shan said, more to herself than to anyone else. “God, it’s good he wasn’t. He’d have a ball game seeing me in that state. How awful was I?”

“Not very,” Sarah lied again.

“How did I even get home?” she asked, trying to piece together the flashes of memories that kept racing through her mind.

“Um, I think your friends dropped you off in a taxi and you somehow managed to get up the stairs but then I guess you couldn’t find your keys...?” Shan managed a puzzled look. “You were slumped against the front door.” She refilled her glass with juice. “You’ve been in bed for, like, twelve hours.”

“Shit, we must have started early.”

“Well it happens to the best of us.” Sarah sat next to her and pushed a loose piece of hair out of her sweaty, red face. “Your hair looks OK! I don’t think there is anything stuck in it this time.”

Shanna laughed for the first time before her head panged in revenge.

“So? Did anything happen with Robbie?” Sarah asked, a cheeky grin crossing her face. By the look on Shanna’s face, the answer was a resounding “no” but it could very well have been the alcohol-induced hurricane currently running though her head.

“Well, it was a great night regardless. You’d love the bar. I think we ran into that guy, the porter from your hospital? Pat something? Did you know he plated in a band?”

“Um, no, not at all. Wow.” Sarah was trying to picture Patrick with an array of different instruments to see which suited him before remembering the awkward time he attempted to drum Phil Collins’ ‘In The Air Tonight’ with two scalpels. “Actually, he does seem the type. I’ll have to let Audrey know. She’ll love this.”

“He sounded pretty decent. It’s not just punk music or heavy rock. I think we should all go one night. Maybe as part of Mom’s birthday week.” Shanna perked up a little, proud of the idea that had materialised in her head against all odds. “It’s amazing what people can do when they put some effort in. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Where you might be now if you just took a chance.”

Following a night of heavy drinking, Sarah wasn’t expecting such an existential conversation at this point in the day. But it was a good point regardless. She grabbed her phone from the table and typed out a message to Greg.

“Yes. I’m in.”

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Quarantine Q&A

I was tagged by @queenrisa14 which whaaaaaaa!? God when will the Sally Fields "they like me!!!" feeling go away when ever I am tagged in anything? Does it ever? I'm always stunned people are aware of my existence. Thanks girl! Anywho!

Are you staying home from work/school?

Soooooooo, about this. Hehehe. I was working. I was considered essential. To the point that my 4 day a week job turning into 7 days a week, 12 hours a day for TWENTY days straight. It took a toll. On me and my kids. So, because my kids are now out of school for the rest of the school year, my schedule not allowing for any flexibility or a leave of absence, I put in notice last week and my last day was Monday night. I felt really good about it, felt free, came home tuesday morning and filed for unemployment on grounds of childcare needs (which was immediately flagged 🙄😭) and slept. Today was a new day, started cleaning my house for the first time in over a month...... and it went down hill from there. Horrendous night and not feeling great about the uphill battle that will be getting my kids (and husband) back on track. TL;DR yes I'm home, it's a mess.

If you're staying home, who's with you?

That would be my 5 children, my oldest daughter is 11 (dear God tween hormones are no joke!) and my 4 sons, who are 9, 7, 5, and 3. My husband is still working and I miss him during the day and wanted to boot him out tonight. Sigh.

Are you a homebody?

Yes!!! I'm an introvert. If I was well and truly alone, I would never need to leave my house. I have no issues with the idea of ordering groceries online, I just ordered my first ever iPad online and I'm trying to navigate buying glasses and contacts online (PM me with links of websites if you've done this and had a good experience). I just need Amazon to get their shit together and ship my stuff! This isn't the 90's it doesn't need to take a month to get me something. Gah! Also, if I could figure out how to get my ADHD diagnosis from home via telemedicine that would be greeeeeeeeat. Seriously never want to leave my house again.

What movies have you watched recently?

Hahahahahaha!!!!!!! Omg you think I watch movies... That's adorable. Yea, noooo. The last movie I watched was Frozen 2 when it hit Disney+ a month ago. I am, however trying to gear myself up emotionally for watching Avengers Infinity War and Endgame this Sunday. It's been a year..... I'm still not ok. And I haven't watched since that fateful day in the theaters. No seriously, I cried last night just hearing the opening notes to the IW TRAILER! The trailer y'all. "There was an idea....." 😭😭 Ugly sob.

Shows?

Umm, I was watching Outlander at work. I binge watched the first four seasons in like a month back in January. Couldn't wait for season 5 and lost all steam once it started. I dunno. I think it's the Brianna story line. Other than that I honestly throw on Downton Abbey or Victoria again when I need something to watch. (can you tell I have a thing for accents...) I'd love to binge watch in order from the beginning The Big Bang Theory! If anyone knows where I can get the series to stream, let me know. I've watched it out of order for years and years and love it so much but seeing it start to finish sounds like a perfect quarantine activity.

What event was cancelled that you were looking forward to?

My kids going to school on a daily basis?? Lol. No, you know what's funny. I've never gone, didn't have plans to go, but I actually shed a tear when they cancelled Comic Con 2020 in San Diego. I was hoping to go next year so it was a mix of disappointment over not streaming this year's panels/the historical significance of there not being one and feeling like next year is now unattainable because all the 2020 ticket holders will get that one? It's weird and all hypothetical and stupid. Honestly I'm a mom and I don't get to do anything. The most exciting thing on my "to-do" list that was postponed was the Black Widow movie. I have waiting 10 goddamn years for my girl to get a solo movie! TEN YEARS!!!! I needed this to distract from the 1 year anniversary of losing Tony Stark Endgame. Gah. I'm also holding my breath that Sailor Moon Crystal the movie doesnt get postponed from September to God knows when. And my October trip to Orlando for Girl Scouts USA Convention isn't canceled. I'm going to Disney World!! If Florida isn't stup.... Yea ok. 😑😒😞

What Music are you listening to?

My Seiya playlist. I have a playlist of music that I think Seiya would sing. Cuz I love him and he's cheeky and in my head he's a weird mix of Adam Levine and Brendon Urie and that's what the playlist is full of. And this one song by Dermot Kennedy called Outnumbered that is just, IMO Seiya's parting words to Usagi. That and I'm kind of obsessed with Dance Monkey by Tones and I.

What are you reading?

Other than articles about the CARES act regarding unemployment benefits, reviews of cases and accessories for my new iPad Pro (it's the 12.9 and I had no idea I bought the big one and that it's basically a touch screen iMac and I'm overwhelmed with trying to find something to protect it from my children....) or homeschool tips and tricks for kids with autism.......

So help me God, I am reading The Unintentional Seduction of Chiba Mamoru if it freaking kills me. It's been on my to-read list for freaking ever and I am dying that I haven't read it yet. And kind of hating myself. Come on KT, get your ish together sis!!! I'm sorry @floraone !!

What are you doing for self-care?

I quit my job for one. That was the ultimate self-care move. That and for my kids.

Also, Online shopping? I have purchased things for myself that I have never done before. Makeup which is so fun. Like I bought the whole Sailor Moon makeup collection from Colour Pop. I got my first Morphe palette. And big girl concealer from Tarte. Yaaaaas! My iPad and all the pink accessories I can find. A pink throw blanket because my kids have a million blankets but we have no throw blankets for the couch. What the hell? And my favorite thing, I bought a bunch of stuff from teepublic with my profile picture on it from the artist @briannacherrygarcia (seriously her work is amazing! Go check her out, I can't get enough) that created it. I mean, how cool is that. I'm usually too poor to support the content creators for which I am so grateful for. After working three 84hr weeks, I figured I deserved to splurge on something that wasn't in anyway shape or form a need. A pure joyful want. Cant be excused as anything else. It felt so good. I got stickers and an art print and a coffee mug (because coffee mugs are my favorite thing and I somehow do not have enough of them so if anyone wants to send me pretty coffee mugs!) And a hoodie!! I'm so excited.

That last question is amazing. I was feeling so down and overwhelmed by just how bad my home and everyone in it was doing after I was working so much. I am not exaggerating saying it going to take weeks to put this back together and help my kids get used to having rules and structure again. Because it wasn't gonna be a quick fix I was hating life. But listing all the ways that I managed to take care of me, something I never do, because that's what I needed the last month to literally survive, reminded me that I am in a good place and that I have time now to get this done. It took a month to get to this level of chaos it only stands to reason that it's probably gonna take a month to put it back. And shit it's not like we're going anywhere. What's the rush? ❤��❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thanks @queenrisa14 for this! This was great and fun and so needed for my psyche. I tag anyone on my follows list who hasn't done this. Do it and say I tagged you.

MamaLK says take care of you and the rest will fall into place! 😘

#quarantine activities #self care #we got this #tagged

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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WhatsApp? Part 6. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Sending a nod to Starlord’s direction with this one. ;) Also I am so sorry about the voice attributes rant, I studied special pedagogics and in here, voice, its attributes and the speech itself is a huge part of ENT studies centering around ears, throat, and neck...

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS. OMG.

A/N: I am sorry, @missdictatorme for no phone s*x. Ily by the way.

A song which I want to highlight for this chapter: Fallingforyou by the 1975.

Warnings: none really?

Tagging: @missdictatorme @songforhema

Read more here, babe ;): Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five

If you like things in one place, you might like the series master list: H E R E

The time had tendencies to stop when Steve so far, far away from you.

You hadn't got a single clue where could be or what's he doing but you hoped he's safe and well. Sometimes you looked out of the window for ten minutes straight just thinking about where he could be. You checked your phone every morning and evening - nothing. He wasn't really messing around when he told you it can take a whole month before he comes back to you.

Deena, who was a self-proclaimed dancing teacher volunteered to lead the choreo. And she wasn't really bad at it.

At least you had your head all Steve-cleared off do could actually focus on your choreography for the big evening itself. It was somehow borderline racy but still PG-13 friendly as you thought it will be. May made sure it will be. You were dancing in sync, and you were grouped to trios for this one. You were basically repeating actions of the trio which went before you, it was simple yet good, or so you thought. You felt good about it at least.

You were in the last trio along with Deena and Marzia, another girl from your office so it would be double insured that you can't actually fuck up.

The girls made sure you acted all bossy - at some point, you started to use chairs to make it even more clear. That you were the ones being on the top during your dance. Before you could even dance in slight sync, it took you two weeks of every of your working day afternoon. Every one of you worked on it hard and it was paying off. Even you, probably the least talented person, or so you felt, could incredibly sway your hips. You didn't think that you can actually look that deductive yet you did.

Val told you that you were a killer - you took her only partially seriously because she was always friendly flirting with you.

Sometimes Peter came along. He was the sound tech guy every time. And then made fun of you when you accidentally fucked up. You loved that clueless boy so much.

"Okay. What do you think?" - You asked Peter, drinking from a water bottle. It was week three of you almost destroying your legs on those a bit too much tall high heels. You didn't want to wear them - your feet were swollen and hurt after every afternoon, but Deena shushed you off. It should look sexier than you dancing in Canada shoes and that Deena considered a pure fact.

"That you will kill yourself during that turn around with the chair in your hands." - He answered honestly with a childish smile, winging his feet in old Converse shoes from side to side. - “But there is a chance you will kill somebody else, so it's 50-50.”

"How gentle of you, Parker. You must be a real hit with the ladies, am I right?" - You nudged his shoulder, taking those devilish shoes off your feet, massaging them. He grinned at you.

"I can say obscene things like actually liking it out loud here, Y/N. And you know that!" - Peter laughed out loud, showing the gentle wrinkles around his hazelnut eyes. - "And since I ripped your tee off? May would have killed me if she actually heard me saying something nice about you!"

You had to laugh at his remark. You both were poking fun out that event since the next day Pete actually came to visit you, only May didn't find it as amusing as you two. Poor boy never got his free Oreo milkshake. And to be fair - Val actually started the beef with some pretty explicit jokes. And because you two were who you two were, it didn't take so long before you put that beef on fully.

"So continue calling me dumb. That will do. That's basically every girl's dream." - You nudged his head and left to a small cab to change your clothes. Your eyes just checked your phone as they were used to do all along those three weeks.

And your heart performed a fucking parkour jump at the sight of the green diode beeping at your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat when you gulped. Your hands shook by their will when you took the phone in your hands. It was a text from him. Steve was actually back.

As you opened the conversation, his promise popped directly in your head. A call. He promised you a fucking call. Steve willingly offered you to hear his voice. Three weeks ago. And now he was back. You were on cloud fucking nine. That was an offer you couldn't pass on.

Steve: I was so looking forward to texting you from the moment we took off. I'm back and well, Y/N.

Dear lord, you thought to himself, your eyes were firmly closed and you could feel a smile creeping on your lips. Thank you for keeping that man safe and well. Thank you for letting him come back.

Y/N: I missed you so much and I have so much thing to tell you! How was your little work trip?

You couldn't care less about being eager or too obvious with being excited about him being back. It was just natural for you to be excited. You had to tell Peter, so you changed your clothes the quickest way. You ran away from the cab looking like a mess with your bag over your shoulder with your smile looking better than a five-star hotel.

"Pete, Pete, Pete!" - You quirked in a high pitch. Peter wasn't sure if you hadn't got mad, looking at you with his puppy eyes in a horrified manner.

"Tell me that you have won a million dollars and I don't have to go to school anymore. I beg you." - Peter mumbled with a side smile. You shoved your phone right into his eyes and smiled widely. - "You're shitting me!" - He fangirled as hard as you had and performed your typical victory dance.

"Peter! Have you just cussed? We've talked about that!" - May shouted into your direction and you both freeze. Then you giggled.

"That means..." - Peter wiggled his eyebrows. Of course, you've told him about that call promise. He knew everything that happened with Steve. Not because he wanted to know, but because you rambled about Steve as much as he has rambled about Liz Toomes.

"You bet your favorite Lego puzzle!" - You hummed a tune and Peter laughed again.

"It isn't called a puzzle, to be honest..." - Peter trailed off the topic again, but you were leaving at that point, so you didn't take him too seriously.

"I don't caa-are." - You sang playfully and left the studio you rented for your choreography training, hoping you would get home as soon as possible.

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The European job didn't go as bad as they were warned about but it didn't go exactly as smooth as Steve hope it will. He really got his hopes set high to be earlier at home. Sometimes he wanted to just take his phone off his bag, turn it on and text you that he and his friends are ok. But Natasha almost knifed him with her eyes every time that thought crossed his mind.

In the end, they were tired, really dirty, sleepy like 24/7. Even Sam, who usually tried to talk a big hole into others heads, layed in total silence. Now he was most likely dead on the back seats, covering his face with his forearm.

Of course, you were the first thing on his mind when he got to his phone - after having a long-ass sleep, a great warm shower and a bunch of unhealthy food ordered from a near China restaurant.

You texted back almost immediately, which made him smile and relax on the bed. He had a feeling that maybe you would be pretty pissed about his sudden, unexcusable need to disappear to a different continent because of a work a don't make me remind him that you still didn't even know what in the hell he's doing. But the better he got to know you, the more difficult and surreal saying his true identity to you was.

Almost unthinkable even.

Y/N: So that promise, can I still count on it?

You asked after he told you a little about his three weeks in Europe. He didn't lie but he definitely didn't tell you anything that could give you an actual image of what happened there - a lot of counterespionage from Nat, a lot of fighting and a lot of bad guy's blood spilling. He was giving you a gentle, sweet, careful silver linings to keep you safe. Those were his intentions - protecting you at all costs before knowing the truth.

Steve: Of course. I am a man of my word. Today at seven p.m.?

It was already five p.m. so two hours were remaining but he was sure it will be a terror for him. Maybe you'll just refuse to move this far behind the formal line today? He knew he's shitting himself at the moment.

Y/N: Okay. I'll be waiting, handsome.

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Your hands literally shook as you panicked.

You needed to calm down asap. It wasn't an eye-to-eye meeting with him nor it was an actual FaceTime. It was just a fucking call which got you so off-rail. This got you even more intensely than when you were waiting for a call from some office lady whether you got that job or you did not.

It was Steve for god's sake. Not just someone. Steve. You felt like Lykke Li in one of those videos Peter showed you. She was extremely obsessing about a man, having his pictures all over her apartment, just wished he would take notice of her.

You would do the same at that point if you actually got some of his photos. You were just one hundred percent sure.

That one call was everything you could actually think about - you showered beforehand even tho he couldn't smell you through the phone just to feel pretty. You also did have a proper dinner so your liver would not do anything unplanned. You even tried some dumb yoga bullshit Marzia and Suzie thought you to calm yourself down.

You felt so, so, so stupid for overreacting that strongly but then you reminded yourself that it is mysterious, funny and gentle Steve. And you panicked again, trying to imagine his voice. Would it be high-pitched or too deep? Would it be raspy or smooth? There were too many options - too many tembers, too many speed rates, and too many articulation options.

Maybe he stutters? Which would be kinda cool you hoped. Or maybe he has a problem with saying out loud some letters? Wow, you were overwhelmed for a slight bit at that moment. But no matter ho Steves speech will be, you told to yourself, you will not give up on him because of that.

And let me say that you almost jumped off your bed when the phone rang in your hand with his name in the fucking middle of that, suddenly too small, screen. This was it. This was the moment.

You tried to breathe until the lowerest part of your lungs wasn't filled with air and then you quickly answered. That feeling of nervousness was all over your body, you felt partially numb and all you could say was that you marched around your room with your cheeks burning on fire.

“H-Hey, hey.” - You mumbled out, which was a big win-win for you. You didn't stutter that much, just maybe breathing a bit too heavily. All you could hear was a chuckle from the other side of the phone.

It almost sent you right to fainting. That was a sound of gods - you would bet your whole lego set on that. Holy goddamn shit. You jumped at the bed, feeling really quirky and cheese. You just fangirled over his chuckle. Great. You were going crazy. That was a fact. If Pete saw you acting around this clingy and cheesy, he would be laughing so hard.

“Hey.” - He answered with a chuckle under his breath, he sounded so calm and smooth, to begin with. (It wasn't the truth at all. But he was trying his actual best to appear cool in front of you.) - "Is everything alright out there? Am I interrupting you from something? I didn't mean to..." - And there he was. His usual nervousness got a hold on him eventually. That wasn't as smooth as he anticipated, but exactly make you like him more.

He was just as nervous as you were. You weren't acting like a total idiot after all.

"No. Of course, you're not... Interrupting anything. Don't be silly." - You laughed with a high, nervous tone, sounding like a boy in puberty. Well, damn. This was going so off rails so fast.

You analyzed his voice precisely. It wasn't super deep nor rough for that matter. He had actually really smooth voice which was just really nice to listen to. And he had to think you're an idiot.

"I can't believe I've done it." - Steve said all of a sudden stopping you in the middle of marching up to your bed again. One of your feet was on the mattress and the second one was still on the ground. You looked like a stretching ballerina.

"It feels so surreal, am I right?" - You chuckled, finally taking a hold of your own voice. You finally sounded like a grown woman.

"Exactly. It's... Wow. I don't know what it didn't cross my mind earlier. You could told me a lot of your stories so quicker and it would be much more fun."

"So you don't find reading my miserable life stories interesting. Okay, noted." - You teased him slightly. Steve laughed, saying a loud 'nooo!'. God, this man was just something.

"I didn't mean that at all!" - That was the first time you heard him actually giggled. He was doing it all the time because of your texts. But this was for the first time in real life you've heard it. The sight of you was messy - your eyes shone, your cheeks were rosy and your hair was not in the slightest order at all because your subconsciousness made you play with it. But you looked so happy and your smile way so relaxed.

"Why are you yelling so loud here, man?" - A completely different voice cut through the conversation. It was a bit higher than Steve's and it was way smooth with a seriously strong accent. - "Is that, oh damn." - The man laughed while you smiled at the ways Steve demanded the man leaving his room.

"I'm Sam! Nice to meet you, Steve's girl!" - He yelled before the door shut. Steve grunted out loud. That was so sweet.

"So you're telling them about me, I suppose? Was that Sam or James?" - You giggled, making Steve grunt again. Sam knew which moments to choose.

"That was Sam. I told them about you, however, the girlfriend thing is something Sam had made up." - Steve choked in defeated voice.

"Don't worry. It's fine. It made me laugh." - You calmed Steve down about Sam's behaviour. It was pretty funny and sweet for you. Sam to Steve was definitely like Pete to you. Best cheering up fangirling friend you could ask for.

"That was nice." - Steve commented at your laugh so smoothly without a single doubt in his voice.

"Thank you." - A dazzled sight came out of your lips.

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You two talked for what seemed like forever. It was a conversation about nothing - just a constant back and forward with a lot of nervousness, thank yous and sweet voices.

Steve was dazzled by your voice. He could listen to it before sleeping, with his eyes closed. Let me, as the narrator, tell you - you were such sweet dorks. Both nervous, out of your minds basically. This one phone call actually meant something to both of you. It was your first form of actual contact, just hearing the other side and being so breathless and speechless because both of you actually existed.

The texting was fine, sure. But it didn't feel like this. It wasn't as real as this.

Nothing could tell him how you laughed when his dorky ass made you chuckle somehow. The way you spoke was so calm, relaxing him to death. Or texting couldn't reveal your voice raising up when you got excited about remembering something.

When Sam peeked into Steve's room, he stood there in silence for a moment or two. Steve was standing up in from of a window, looking down on the street, telling that Y/N something in a quiet, humming tone.

"I don't want to interrupt you." - Sam spoke quietly, freaking Steve he hell out. The tall blonde turned to Sam, covering the phone with his hand. - "But we're about to watch Footloose."

"I'll be there in a minute." - Steve nodded sadly. He didn't want this to end even if it was as dorky and cheesy as it was. But a movie night with his fellas after Europe was a thing Steve was looking forward to.

"I need to go, Y/N." - Steve started slowly and he would swear that his heart hurt at those words. - "We're about to watch something called Footloose?"

"Oh, my dear lord. You've never ever seen Footloose? Are you serious?" - You asked in an unbelieving voice. - "THE Footloose with Kevin Bacon? Steve, you really make me feel like you're not from today's world. Deena told me she hoped that her prom would look like the ending scene, but you know, Kevin Bacon never came." - You giggled.

His stomach shrank at that remark. He's not from today's world. He's the man out of time. And you have no idea, you just joked.

"I think it's exactly the one with Kevin Bacon, yeah." - Steve circled his hand around his waist, sounding nervously all of the sudden. What was he thinking about? Of course that his true identity would hunt him eventually down, even in his little personal bubble he created with you.

"Yeah..." - You sighed and shut up for a second. - "Let's call it a night today, what do you say?"

"You're right, I should go or Sam and James would start without me." - Steve tried to sound as relaxed as he could. You couldn't recognize he hides something - you've heard him for the first time. You haven't got any idea that something's off.

"Would you call me tomorrow? It's your turn." - He teased you, but you grunted a little, giving the answer away.

"I can't tomorrow, I'm at work, then we have a choreography training and we have a ladies night... I won't be at home at all. I'm sorry." - You said sadly.

"Don't be sad about that, Y/N. I'm not little. Just tell me when and I'll take some time for you, alright?" - Steve asked to make you feel better.

He slowly realized that this will be like a drug to him. Once he tasted it, he would need more and more of it to even survive. There was no turning back now. Phone calls were something new, exciting, something he wanted to do until the dawn comes. Just to feel that he haves you closer than normally.

"Hope that will be soon. Now, I'll go to sleep and you'll go and enjoy Kevin Bacon's amazing rebel-ish and dancing method acting, ok? And enjoy Footloose, like that song. It's amazing. Bye, handsome." - You said with a happy voice.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I'll text you in the morning." - Steve sighed with a soft smile on his lips, ending the call. Yeah, maybe it would be really difficult to tell you who he is and maybe you'll freak out at hell - but at that moment? He felt like a pretty attractive school girl realizing that she is falling for a nerd from her Chemistry class.

Beautifully numb and so glad he couldn't even express it.

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Sex and Violence- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,055

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Darkness. Black everywhere you look. Wherever you are, you know you aren’t safe. Sam and Dean come to mind, but they are nowhere to be found.

“Sam! Dean!” you yelled, hoping to attract someone’s attention.

“Don’t bother. They aren’t here,” she said, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“Leave me alone!” you yelled, turning around to face Amara who just smiled at you. “I don’t want you here!”

“But, I’m already here.”

“No, no you’re not. Whatever you think you know about me, drop it. I will not let you use me. Just stay out of my head!”

“It’s the only way we can talk. The only way I know you’re safe.”

“Safe from what? Everyone is telling me to stay away from you!”

“Yes, my nephews and nieces do make it clear how much trouble I am. I can assure you, I’m not the bad guy here. Our bond is stronger than any force you know. I can protect you from where I am.”

“And where is that?” you asked as you threw your hands up in frustration.

“Somewhere far away. But even then, I can make sure you will live a long life, ready for me when I get out. The ties you have to me are thick, nothing can penetrate those walls. No magic in the world will ever be strong enough to take you down. No magic or force in the world will ever be able to break my wall of protection.

“Don’t you understand what is happening here? I am getting you prepared because a lot of fights are coming your way. You’re going to need me when the time comes. I am going to need you. Together, we can do anything. I need you ready for that.”

“Get out of my head!” you yelled, making her disappear.

Gasping awake, you heard the sound of a car honking in the distance. Due to your disturbance, Dean was also woken up who you had been sleeping under you. Looking around, you saw Sam’s bed already made but found him in the bathroom with the door half-open. He was talking on the phone in hushed whispers making you wonder who was on the other line.

Opening your mouth to speak, Dean placed his hand over it to silence you so he could hear what his brother was saying. It was no secret that Sam had been keeping things from you and his brother, and this might be able to tell you exactly what.

“Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing… Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK?... Alright. Talk soon,” he said as he hung up. Dean quickly closed his eyes, pretending to never have woken up, and you do the same. If Sam was keeping something from you, then it must have been bad so you needed to figure it out before something bad happens.

Sam looked at you and his brother before exiting the bathroom, going over to your bed before sitting on his. He stared at you two before lightly slapping your leg before moving onto Dean’s.

“Hey. Up and at 'em,” he chuckled. Opening your eyes, you looked at Dean that held the same emotions as yours. As to not disturb the peace, you looked over at the clock before sitting up.

“You're up early. What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“Nothing. I was in the can.”

“Yeah?” you wondered in a slightly accusatory tone.

“Yeah. You want me to draw you a picture?”

“Nah, we’ll pass.”

“Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer, and get this, third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married.”

“Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet,” Dean joked.

“More like The Shining,” Sam smirked.

“Alright, well I guess we'd better have a look,” you said before getting out of bed.

“Really? No pants?” Sam asked once he saw Dean’s shirt and cheeky panties that barely covered your ass.

“Like you’ve never seen this before,” you said as you snatched your clothes from on top of your duffel bag. Dean smirked as he checked you out, but his brother had a completely different look on his face. The only thing Sam hasn’t seen of you was your vagina, and he’s only seen your breasts because your towel slipped while he was in the room. Living with them 24/7, something was bound to slip up.

“Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer,” Adam Benson, the guy who beat his wife, said with a scoff. Dressed like a lawyer, you decided to handle this one alone since it might be weird if three of them were to talk to this man. “I'm pleading guilty.”

“Alright, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact, it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. I just want to understand what happened, that's all. Please, Mr. Benson.”

“What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me.”

“Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control? Like something possessed you to do it?”

“I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“I don't know. I loved her. We were happy,” he sighed. Nodding, you took out some papers that might get him to talk more. Placing the credit card statement you got illegally, you showed him the $9,000 dollar charge he had.

“Nine G's. That's a hefty bill.”

“Where did you get that?”

“Doesn't matter, I have it. See, certain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know... they show up under shady names like 'M & C Entertainment'.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he still denied everything.

“No? Sounds to me like you were having some problems with your wife making plans without you because you were doing the same to her. You know, I’ve learned something in this line of work. When someone accuses you of something, they’re the ones usually doing what was accused. If you thought your wife was cheating, then that means you were doing the cheating. Get my drift?”

“Her name was Jasmine,” Adam said after a pause and a sigh. “I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was. She came right up to me. And, I don’t know, she was just... perfect. Everything that I wanted.”

“Well, you pay enough and anybody will be anything.”

“It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about sex. It was... I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain.”

“And your wife found out?” you asked.

“No, she never had a clue.”

“Then why'd you kill her? Seems to me like you had a perfect life.”

“For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If... if only Vicki was...” he sighed, not able to finish the sentence. “Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot.”

“And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?”

“What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself.”

“Thanks for your time. My advice, if you can’t stay faithful, at least have the balls to leave,” you said before standing up. Adam just sighed as you walked out of the room before joining the brothers at the car.

“What did you find?” Dean asked once you were inside.

“Not any kind of possession, if that’s what you were thinking. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had an affair with some stripper named Jasmine who told him if they want to be together, he had to kill his wife and he did. When it came time to show up, she never did, and he turned himself in.”

“Brutal,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah, what did you two find out?”

“Dr. Cara Roberts is the one who did the autopsies on the wives. I say we go check her out.”

“Great,” you sighed, rubbing your hand over your face.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked as he started the car before pulling away from the parking lot.

“Just been having some not-so-good dreams lately,” you thought about Amara, but refused to tell the brothers about it.

“They’re just bad dreams, right?”

“Yeah, right,” you repeated that to yourself in your head a million times, trying to convince yourself that it was true.

Arriving at the hospital, you dropped Sam off to find out what Dr. Roberts knows before you two looked into the deaths of the other two wives, well their husbands. What you found out was what you expected, all of them found some way to get money to spend on the same strip club that Adam went to for reasons you still didn’t know.

After getting that information, you went back to the hospital to see what Sam found out. Before you could enter Cara’s office, Dean stopped you with a hand on your shoulders.

“What is it?”

“Are you sure they’re just nightmares?” he asked in a low voice. “That look on your face suggests it’s been going on for a while.”

“Dean, I promise you that they are. I guess with everything going on, I’m stressed which doesn’t come out in the form of rainbows and unicorns. I’m fine, honest,” you said before kissing his cheek. He had no choice but to believe you and hope that you were telling the truth.

Opening the door, you walked in what seemed to be an intense moment. The look on Sam’s face suggested that something other than the case was going on.

“What'd we miss?” Dean asked as you two stepped inside.

“Ahh, these are my partners, Agent Murdoch and Barnes.”

“Please, ‘Agent’ sounds so formal. You can call me Dean.”

“And I Y/N,” you said as she shook the hands of you and Dean.

“I'm Doctor Roberts,” she said before turning to Sam quickly. Raising your eyebrows, you thought someone had a crush on a certain brother. “So, um, can I help you with anything else?”

“Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical Oxytocin, what would cause those high levels that you found?”

“Nothing that I've ever seen.”

“Okay, that’s it. Thanks, Doc,” Sam said with a smile. She returned it as you stood up, a smile on your face for them having chemistry. As you walked out the door, Sam stopped before addressing the doctor again. “By the way... try a greasy breakfast. The best thing for a hangover.”

“Watch it, buddy, I'm the only M.D. here,” she giggled. Sam nodded before leaving with you and Dean back to the car.

“What did you two find out?” Sam asked when you three were at a safe distance.

“Both men confessed to their crimes. Said the same exact thing as Adam did,” you explained.

“One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day,” Dean said as you exited the building.

“Live nude girls?”

“Yeah, at a club called 'The Honey Wagon'.”

“However, Jasmine wasn’t there all three times. Each time it was a different girl,” you sighed.

“So, what? These girls all connected somehow?”

“Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted.”

“Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives. You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell.”

“Sure seems that way,” you agreed.

“Which caused them to become totally psychotic.”

“Absolutely,” Dean nodded with a smile.

“You seem pretty cheery.”

“Strippers, Sammy. Strippers. We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally,” Dean laughed.

“What if I was a stripper?” you asked as you approached the car.

“Hot, but I don’t think that being a stripper suits you as much as hunting does,” Dean spoke the truth as you three got in.

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Girls being turned into braindead cosplayers at a local anime convention?

Morgan slide through the crowd as she usually did. Her slender legs gave no impression as to their direction between her long strides. Her dress drew the eyes of those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her between blinks. Over the years going unnoticed came naturally to her, but in these places, it was only too fun not to make an appearance, no matter how brief. She could observe these places for years and never see the same thing. There were Deadpools beyond counting and more Thanos’s than the Avengers could ever handle. The unusual ones were her favorite. The Caskas’s and the Ryokos were few and far between, but they often had the most detail placed on them. That alone was worthy of her respect.

But even more than the beautiful costumes that told stories all their own or the instant kinship two strangers felt if they wore complimenting uniforms, Morgan loved the stories people brought with them. She had read signed editions of the original Ghost in the Shell and seen more Mobil Suit Gundam than even she could remember. She had no idea such vibrancy and beauty was out in the world. If she had, maybe she would’ve fought harder, perhaps so many things would be different.

“Oh my God, Brandy! That’s so gross; you kiss him if you think he’s so hot.” Morgan heard as she, for the first time in a long time, felt a hard shoulder shove into her back. “Fuck, watch it, loser.” The tall woman said. Morgan laid on the ground, gasping elation from her open mouth. It has been so long since she felt anything, now a person had even spoken to her. So stunned by this miracle, she was that she nearly allowed her to leave. But as she leaped up and lunged at the girls arm her hand, as it had a million times before, passed through unhindered. Her heartbeat beyond counting for the first time since she read the first chapter of Dragon Ball.

Caitlyn drew her hand up close to her chest, wincing at the sudden cold that passed through it. “Who were you talking to?” Miranda said. It wasn’t often she saw Caitlyn have a senior moment like that. “That little grey faced chick with the slit throat, duh? Now could you please tell me why we’re at this godforsaken place?” Caitlyn said. Her disdain for this sort of event was well documented. The odor alone was enough to convince many to stay away. “Because the food is awesome and cheap. Besides, there’s no entry fee if you have a costume.” Brandy said.“That’s what the name tags were for?” Miranda said. She would’ve preferred to simply pay the five dollars rather than argue as to what constitutes a costume with the ticket takers. Miranda glanced down at her “costume.” It didn’t vary much from her friends; all three wore a simple white name tag that proclaimed their assumed identities. Miranda bore the name “Aisha Clan-Clan” and had little to no idea of who or what that might be, she did hope that she wasn’t unintentionally appropriating something. Brandy’s tag proclaimed her as “Haruka Athena,” the only thing she recognized about that was the Greek deities name. Caitlyn had been dubbed “Mai Shiranui,” it sounded like the only named that actually might belong at this convention. “You better not have picked out something stupid for us,” Caitlyn said. “What do you care,” said Brandy, “we’re just here for the food. It’s not like we’re going to talk to any of these pathetic freaks.”

Liars. These girls were all liars. How could they be so cruel to people they hadn’t even spoken to? To discard so much beauty and art and creation? These people could see her; they could finally see! How were they so blind? What had she ever done to deserve these frauds as the only people who could even interact with her? One of them had to be a witch, that or she had a lot of latent magical potential. Such a waste. But as Morgan stared at the girls, filling more and more with vitriol, a plan she had read in an old manga popped to the surface of her mind.

"Pardon me,” Caitlyn heard a weak voice behind her say. When she spun about on her heel, she once again met the morbid little cosplayer. “What do you want, freak?” she said. She hated the culture surrounding the whole anime fanaticism, but she could still appreciate the skill applied in this girls makeup. It almost looked real. “Sorry, I just saw your name tags and I thought that was a clever idea. Very minimalist. Who are you supposed to be again?”“I don’t know; Brandy just got them off some website. What do you care?” Caitlyn said.“Oh no reason, I just heard you say you were here for food and there’s a ton of it over there for super cheap.”“Oh sweet! Thanks, kid,” Caitlyn said. The little girl smiled as she stuck out her hand expectantly. Briefly, thoughts of cooties entered her mind. But they disappeared as all the vitality seemed to vanish from within her as she wrapped her fingers around the girls. She felt her knees stake the floor and her eyes twitched in her skull. Her friends turned to see the color gone from her face. But when they approached her, her fit had ended. Caitlyn gasped for air and dubbed over, But she looked no worse for wear.

“Cat! Are you ok? What happened?” Miranda said. She grasped her friend’s shoulder as she helped her to her feet.“I’m fine; I guess it’s the cleanse diet I’m on. Where did that girl go?”“What are you talking about, it was only you here,” Brandy said. Before Caitlyn could work up her catty rebuttal, there was an airy feeling around her. In point of fact, all the girls felt a sudden chill pass near them. The chill was countermanded by a sudden warmth spending from Caitlyn’s stomach. “Guy’s, I don’t feel good…” she said. Her scalp began to tingle and she scratched at it furiously. Brandy and Miranda watched as Caitlyn’s blond hair darkened, and watched still as it began to shoot out of her skull nearly reaching the floor. Both of her hands scratched at her growing tresses but did not alleviate the itch. She flung her head back, giving her friends a clear view as her modest chest ballooned out, popping several seams on her shirt. Then every string of her clothes seemed to instantly dissolve, leaving her naked for the briefest of moments until they began to reform. She wore a red Japanese style that left practically all of her legs, hips, and ass exposed, save for slim thong and the giant loose flowing red and white cloth that dangled behind her. Her chest, now nothing less than an H-cup, was barely contained by a top that threatened to release them at the slightest wrong movement. Her hair then spun atop her head and ordered itself into a high ponytail. Caitlyn still scratched her skull; a fire burned in her mind that would not die. But then her tired fingers stopped, and her arms fell to her sides. “Caitlyn?! What the fuck just happened?” Miranda said. Caitlyn had a glassy look in her eye, but suddenly she struck a pose. She produced a fan that matched her outfit from seemingly nowhere and declared “I, Mai Shiranui of the Shiranui school, will punish you!”

Mirada and Becky tried to rouse her but all they could get her to say was “Me bouncy!” Miranda was so distraught; she failed to notice as her ears began to elongate. They became long and not quite elf-like, then took on a brown furred color. Her scalp began to itch as her hair turned a whitish blonde shade and lengthened all there way to her hips and a giant golden ring formed at the end of her new single braid. Her brown eyes turned blue as the burning in her head became worse. Her proportions did not radically change, but her skin turned dark and became brown. Instead of dissolving like Caitlyn’s, Miranda’s clothes seemed to blur. As if they reformed themselves too fast for the human eye to see. All that was left of her was her mind, and that was burning into ashes. She was dark skinned, but she was mostly clothed. Her chest was the only visible skin aside from her face, and it was on full display. Her bustier was white and her new, very short dress was green. Her arms and thighs felt so much muscular than before, even as the last bit of will was burned away she could tell how strong her body was now. Bandy was in horror as her friends became freaks before her eyes. And as she locked gazes with Miranda, Miranda declared proudly “Ctarl-Ctarl! Ctarl-Ctarl!”

Brandy had no concept of what happened, but she knew enough to run. She forced her legs to move even as the burning came into her skull. She knocked over a girl in a school outfit as she dashed madly for safety, not even aware of where that might be. Her shoulder-length hair retracted into her skull and turned into a bright blonde combover. Her lithe body became sturdier with study muscle obscured by a thin layer of fat. Her beasts inflated almost in step with her gasped running, creating a massive window of cleavage. The burning in her skull became too intense. She stopped, her breath ragged and desperate for oxygen as she changes were carried out in earnest. Her hips pumped, her clothing vanished, and her body took on a look of a very youthful middle-aged woman. What cloth remained on her body shifted, and a cape sprung from her new shoulder pads. Her plump nether lips were covered by a skimpy blue thong that couldn’t be seen from between her cheeks. The golden crest on her chest left little of her ample new breasts to the imagination as the created a window both above and below her erect nipples. There was no fight left in her as her Hamas fell to the ground. The crowd around her waited, then she leaped up and declared “Eighth Wonder is here!”

From the outskirt of the venue, a small girl could be seen enjoying the show as three new cosplayers flung themselves into their roles, genuinely embodying the characters they had become. Blank smiles decorated their faces as legions wanted a picture with them. Morgan only smiled, now she had the power to ensure people respected these places, and she was going to put it to use.

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doux-ciel · 6 years

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Dark

I sailed seas of emotion, to wander a forest of scars, I am a dance of Light and Darkness, A galaxy of shadow and stars -R. Queen

Leyla was on her way to her questioning with the police, they asked her to come in a couple of days ago but she couldn't go yet, Melanie's father was running late, as usual. As she's heading downstairs towards her mailbox, she sees a manilla folder sitting on the ground right by her mailbox. She picks it up and looks at the receiver. It has her name written on it. She looks around seeing if anybody was watching, she knew this was suspicious, and that this might be dangerous, with everything going on, but something in her heart told her to open this. And when she did open the folder her heart broke into a million pieces, she couldn't believe it.

It was Grey and Joslyn together.

Just when she thought she could trust him again, that they were gonna work things out, he goes and does this shit.

Wait.

Maybe he killed Joslyn because he didn't want her to find out about this.

She needs to find Grey.

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Once again back with Officer Harrison. She has her elbows on the table, both arms crossed looking directly at Leyla. "So you said the night prior to the party you were where?"

Leyla was shaking her right leg, it was making a clicking sound every time her anklet hit the metal table legs. "I was just getting out of a photo shoot I had with paper magazine."

Officer Harrison nodded slowly. "Ok and did you leave with anyone?"

Leyla glances at the ground and then back up at her. "Yes my...."

She stops herself. Remembering about that breakup.

"Grey, Grey was with me"

"Were things ok? With you and Grey?"

Leyla nodded. "Yeah...we just decided to go our separate ways"

"So you two broke up?" Officer Harrison was just trying to get a brief summary of what was happening between the two.

"Yes we did" Leyla stated

"Why?"

She looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "We both felt it was necessary at the time....too many problems"

"Problems like what?"

"Are you going to talk about my relationship or are we going to talk about who killed Joslyn?!" Leyla shouted, her brown eyes pointing daggers at Officer Harrison. She wanted to see what would make Leyla tick, she got the answer she wanted.

In a calm voice Officer Harrison said. "I'm just asking questions, Leyla...."

Leyla was shocked, Embarrassed mostly, she didn't think that she would get so angry so fast, she needed to calm down. She needed some fresh air, she was tired of sitting in this dull police station answering silly questions.

Leyla sits back in the chair, looking down at her toes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She looks back up at Officer Harrison in front of her. "I'm sorry...I'm just a bit agitated that I'm being suspected of killing someone that I didn't even see that day."

Officer Harrison gives her a questionable look, almost as if she didn't believe her. "So you never once ran into Joslyn that day?"

"No," Leyla answered, shaking her head side to side.

Officer Harrison chuckles as she looks at Leyla. "Oh really? Because Piper told me you had a lovely conversation with Joslyn 2 days before the party....the day you claim you never saw her"

Leyla is silent. Too ashamed to admit that she was caught in a lie.

Officer Harrison's voice is stern. "Why did you lie?"

Leyla closed her eyes, she was letting her emotions get the best of her. She could feel her throat getting tight and her voice starting to crack. "Because I knew if I would've told you what happened then it really would've made me look like I actually had something to do with her death"

"Well, I think you do Leyla" Officer Harrison brings her hands together entangling her fingers together. "We found something on your dress that night at the party"

Leyla still kept her eyes closed, a tear threatening to leave her eyes.

Officer Harrison broke the silence. "It was Joslyn’s blood"

Mr. Davis couldn't take it anymore, he was getting irritated, he hopped up started walking towards the door. "Ok that’s enough, we are leaving, Leyla come on."

Leyla finally opens her eyes, looking up at Mr. Davis. "Wait"

He opens the door and starts to exits turns around staring at Leyla, but she isn't moving. "Leyla stop we aren't going to listen to this garbage any longer."

"How did-"

Mr. Davis sighs walking back toward her and grabs her arm bringing her body up, leading her out the room. "It doesn't matter how Leyla we are leaving, we will see you all in court."

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Leyla

After hearing Melanie's father almost cuss out the whole police station, he later apologized and said that he's going to make sure that I'm not going to jail no matter how much evidence they have on me.

I didn't kill Joslyn.

I'm currently in my car driving to the upper east side. I need to talk to Grey, luckily I still have the key to his place so he won't be expecting me.

I hope he's home.

After I got the picture I called Vanessa asking her if he worked today and she said that he didn't have anything. I tried texting him but no answer.

When I got up to the door, I paused. What if he doesn't want to talk? Does he know that I know about the picture? That I know about that night?

Honestly, it doesn't matter now because I'm here so I might as well go through with the task at hand. I'm about to put the key in the hole when I look closer and I see the door is already open.

He never leaves his door unlocked so I'm confused.

I push open the door, waiting for a burglar to come out and shoot me but nothing. I look around nothing has changed, I walk into the hallway toward his bedroom.

"Grey?"

I'm met with silence.

I open the bedroom door expecting him to be laying on his bed sleeping by once again nothing.

Where is he?

I turn towards the bathroom and I open the door slowly looking around. There is cologne all over the counter and a brush near the sink.

I frown

Where could he be?

As I turn back around to exit the bathroom and enter back into the bedroom I see a box on the floor near his bed, I know I shouldn't be snooping through my ex-boyfriend's house but right now I didn't care.

I kneel down and open the box, I see a couple of papers, some checks and then I see a picture. It was of him and maybe some of his friends? I don't really remember him talking him about many friends..they all had matching tattoos an eagle with some fire coming out of its beak in the same spot every one of them.

I take the picture from the box and take a picture of it on my phone. For reference, of course. I never noticed that tattoo on him before, it looks like it's on his right forearm by the picture.

Maybe Luke was right about Grey. I don't really know but I need to find out.

I check the time on my phone.

3:15

I got to be at runway practice in 1 hour but I think I have enough time to make a stop to a certain person's house.

As I pulled up into the driveway I saw a car parked right in the front.

Excellent their home.

I walk up to porch and look in the window I see a rather large figure come into view and they opened the door.

"May I help you?"

I smile at the Caucasian woman. "Hi yes, I was wondering if Piper was home?"

She gives me a cheeky grin. "She sure is...let me go get her for you," she says walking back toward the back porch.

I walk inside and stop near the living room. There was at least 10 pictures of Piper in this room, to say she was conceited was an understatement she was obsessed with herself.

A few seconds pass by and that's when I hear her. "Look what the cat dragged in...what do you want?"

"Did you erase those tapes?"

She scoffs, taking her hands and pulling her long black hair up in a bun. "I don't know what your talking about"

I shift my weight on my left foot to my right. "Piper stop playing dumb, you know someone erased them...was it you?"

"No, now if you excuse me I have to go my yoga class it starts in 15 minutes," she says as she is starting to walk away.

I quickly grab her arm and pull her back toward me. "Piper I'm not finished talking"

She turns her body around looks down at her arm, I'm barely squeezing it but the look on her face, it looks like I'm clawing at her skin.

She says in a low voice. "What are you gonna do Leyla?"

She pauses before shaking free out of my hold. "Kill me?"

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g0dblessthefandom · 6 years

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Brittana: Road to Wrestlemania

I actually like wrestling a lot, so this was a no-brainer. Truly and honestly I started writing this before I’d even heard of GLOW.

“And Phoenix coming down off that top rope right into the boot of The Gilded Bombshell, and she goes down hard.”

“Yep, Rachel, it seems like she caught a face full of Bombshell boot, and she was not happy about it.”

“And what’s this? Phoenix is trying again from the top rope. GB comes over to shake her off, but she’s too quick!”

“You snooze you lose, and Bombshell is on the receiving end of a patented Phoenix Burst. And the crowd is going nuts!”

“There’s the ref with the three count… One… Two… Thr- No! Bombshell has rolled out of the pin, and it looks like she’s back on her feet!”

“I have never in my life seen something as this!”

“In my 8 yrs of broadcasting for The World Women’s Wrestling Association, I mean, I’ve gotta agree with you there, Sam, this is a first! One of the most exciting matches I have seen in a long time.”

“And now, Bombshell is going into the ropes, heading for Phoenix, and they collide! Oh the carnage. Neither is moving! They’ve taken quite a blow there.”

“I could hear the connection from here. They came together like two tractor trailers. That was a fantastic crash!”

“The ref is making the count now. If they aren’t up in ten seconds, she’s going to call it as a Double TKO.”

“That’s right, and this will mark the first loss that the Flaming Phoenix has had in all her time wrestling for the Triple W A, and that’s saying something.”

“My god, they’re shaking themselves up! I can’t believe it! Both ladies are slowly climbing to their feet!”

“They are, and they’re on their knees. It’s slow going, and after that collision, I don’t blame them, but they’re both making their move now. I have a feeling, Sam, that whoever gets to their feet first will be the US Champion by the time this match is over.”

“And that’s the question, Rachel. Will it be the Flaming Phoenix, our reigning champion, and the longest serving US Champion in Triple W A history? Or will her rival, the newcomer Gilded Bombshell take the title?”

“Viewers who are catching this pay-per-view event might remember earlier this year when the Gilded Bombshell called out Phoenix and challenged her for the fight tonight.”

“That was something, I tell you. I was sitting right here beside the ring, and I almost couldn’t believe it.”

“I’m with you on that one, Sam, I was sure they were going to come to blows right there in the ring.”

“They’re both on their feet! I can’t believe it, but I would say they both rose at almost the exact same time!”

“And now they’re trading shots. Just one punch after another!”

“Honestly, I’m amazed that they’re able to take that after the previous 20 minutes of pure punishment.”

“Bombshell is making her move, bouncing off the rope to try and pull off the C-Note splash!”

“But Phoenix is waiting on her! She’s checked her with a boot in return for the one earlier! Bombshell is down!”

“This is unbelievable! Bombshell is out cold, but Phoenix is sealing the deal as we speak! Here comes the Rising Phoenix! The crowd is going nuts!”

“She’s nailed it! The Rising Phoenix! She did it!”

“And the ref is there! One… Two… Three…! She’s done it! The Flaming Phoenix has taken out Bombshell and secured herself as the US Champion!”

“It’s all over!”

“What the hell was that, Lopez?”

Santana looked up from where she sat in the crowded locker room, towel draped over her shoulders, and barely spared a glance at Sugar.

“What?”

Sugar took another step forward, getting close to Santana’s face. “I mean, you screwed up the spot! We’d worked it out in rehearsals. You didn’t do the Phoenix Burst in rehearsal. You could have taken my head off!”

Santana stood up, and returned the glare, stepping close into Sugar’s personal space. “Okay, so what about that stiff as I came off the rope, huh? That big boot to the face wasn’t in rehearsal. You could have knocked my teeth out!”

With Santana so close, Sugar seemed to lose her nerve, and took a step back. “Well, I dunno. I just thought it was a good idea.”

Santana took another step, closing the distance. “It doesn’t matter what you think is a good idea. What matters is what we practice. That’s the only thing that matters. You mess with the plan, you mess up. What don’t you get about that?”

Sugar took another step back, but her lip had already started to quiver, and everyone standing nearby could see the sheen of tears in her eyes.

“Well, the crowd wasn’t into it. I just thought…” She nearly whispered.

Santana took another step forward, challenging Sugar to finish her thought. “Just thought what?”

Sugar didn’t make an attempt to answer, but looked down at the floor, ashamed. Santana almost spoke up again, but a voice came from behind her.

“That’s enough, Santana, leave her alone.”

Mercedes gently put her hand on Santana’s shoulder, pulling her away from the frightened wrestler.

“Just relax, okay? It was a good clean fight, and nobody got hurt, that’s all that matters.”

Santana spun away from Mercedes hand, and stalked back over to her duffle bag. “No, it’s not okay. We have a rehearsal, we have rules, we know what’s going to happen, because it’s supposed to happen, exactly as we plan. Someone does what they’re not supposed to, and it all goes to shit. That’s how people get hurt. That’s how people get killed.”

Mercedes had no answer for that, and just shook her head. “She’s right though. The crowd was NOT feeling it. And this is the title match.”

“I don’t care if the crowd is feeling it or not-”

“Ladies! Ladies!” A booming voice interrupted. Shannon Beiste, the GM of the Women’s World Wrestling Alliance strode into the locker room, her arms wide.

“Great show tonight, great show! I loved it. Mercedes and Quinn, your tag team rivalry is heating up and I love it! But just great work from everybody.”

Quinn had joined Mercedes where she stood, and they began an elaborate high five.

“Great match to Santana and Sugar, that was epic! I loved every minute of it.” Shannon continued.

Santana didn’t look up from her bag, and Sugar was nowhere to be seen, but Shannon went on, regardless.

“It was just a great show. We don’t have the official numbers yet, but I’m sure they’re great. Anyway,” She walked over to Santana, and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. “I need to talk to my champion for just a second, Santana, come with me.”

Suddenly, it seemed like all the air had been wooshed out of the room. All eyes turn to Santana, who only grimaced slightly.

“Can this wait, Beiste? I wanted a nice, long soak after the match tonight.”

“The soak will be here when you get back. It won’t take but a minute.”

Santana threw the towel in her bag with a huff. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Shannon let Santana lead the way, and peppered her wrestlers with praise as she went out the door. Santana didn’t know what to think. Shannon was ebullient as usual, but Santana could feel the apprehension settling low in her stomach. She had always been the apple of Shannon’s eye. Her steady rise to the top of the WWWA was a testament to that. She tuned out Shannon’s chatter and focused on the photos on the walls. As they walked, the pictures told the story of the WWWA, starting with it’s humble beginnings in the 80’s, when Shannon and a few of her friends started wrestling at State Fairs and in high school gyms. They had faced a lot of doubts being an all female league, and more than once people had gotten the wrong idea about them. But she’d turned it into a multi million dollar business that ran on cable twice a week, and employed a stable of professionals; from the performers like Santana to accountants, producers and even writers. And Santana made no mistake. The WWWA was Shannon’s baby and she’d fight for it. Even if she had to fight those that she cared about.

As they approached the office door, she’d been in so many times before, they stopped, and Santana turned back quickly. Shannon looked at her thoughtfully, as if waiting for a response.

Santana shook herself. “Sorry, my head was in the clouds.”

Shannon only laughed. “That’s part of your problem, Santana. You’ve got no awareness. Look.”

She pointed to a picture hanging on the wall right outside her office door. “This, here, is Kat Sommers. She played face when I was on my turn as Big Bertha back in ‘87. She was a little slip of a thing, but we made it work, you know? She could work the mic like a champ, just like you.”

Santana only nodded, taking a quick glance at the photo.

“The point is-” Shannon paused as she pushed open the office door, and softly guided Santana inside, pointing to a chair as she closed the door behind her. “The point is that being a face is not just a matter of skill on the mic, or skill in the ring. The people have got to like you.”

This caught Santana’s attention and she looked up quickly. “What do you mean? The people like me. I’m the champion, what’s not to like?”

“Ah.” Shannon took a seat at the monster of a table she called a desk. “That’s where the awareness comes in, yeah? You tell me. What did you hear tonight during your fight?”

Santana was sure there was a trick in there somewhere, but she played along. She thought for a moment. “Cheers?”

Shannon turned, busying herself with something at her desk. “And that’s it?”

“Ok, a few boos, maybe. I dunno. I was kind of busy making sure that I didn’t get kicked in the face when Sugar went off script.”

“Yeah, Sugar was going off script, but do you know why?”

“Cause she’s an amateur? Cause she can’t pull off a spot without botching it?”

Shannon chuckled, and turned her attention to the large flat screen located off to the side of her desk. She pulled a remote out of a drawer, and turned it on, and Santana recognized herself. It was the fight that she’d had earlier. It was the fight that she’d just finished only an hour or so before.

Shannon hit play and the match started. It was just as grand and amazing as Santana remembered. She strutted out to the stage to her entrance music, looking as proud as she had every right to be. She noticed the fireworks that accompanied her as she made her way down the gangway. She felt a smile coming to her face as she watched; as she remembered how exciting it all was. The roar of the crowd echoed through her, making her bones shake. She was leading the charge. She would be their champion, and the would love her for it.

“I had Art and the folks in the tech department take out all the sound we were pumping into the ring, listen to this.”

Shannon pushed a button on the remote, and the cheers that had been echoing through the ampitheatre on a few moments before were reduced to a dull roar. They weren’t even a third as loud as they’d just been.

Santana frowned. “What did those nerds to to my applause?”

Shannon pressed pause as the camera focused in on Santana’s face. “This isn’t about the computer people, Santana. The crowd… Well, the crowd doesn’t love you like they used to. That’s why Sugar botched the spot.”

“You’re telling me Sugar botched because the audience wasn’t feeling it?” Santana balked.

“You tell me, Santana. And try to pay attention to the crowd this time, not your own mug, okay?”

Shannon picked up the remote again, and advanced quickly through the fight, stopping right before Sugar’s boot to her face. She pressed played, and Santana focused on the sounds from the crowd. As she and Sugar traded blows, the crowd became quiet, but once Sugar started getting the upper hand, they became more raucous, until the whole audience seemed to be in a frenzy. Then, suddenly, as soon as they started, the cheers died down again. Just in time for Santana to land her Phoenix Burst from the top rope.

Santana sat back heavily in her seat. She tried to focus on what she saw, but it hadn’t made sense. She’d done everything right. Every one of her moves have been carried out to perfection. She’d sold every one. There wasn’t a missed cue or a botched move in the bunch. And she was the champion! She’d clawed her way from the bottom, no matter what folks said about her parentage, about her family history. She had gotten this far because she was a good wrestler. She’d gotten this far because she was a solid wrestler. A professional.

“Shannon-”

“Look, Santana, it’s plain and simple. You’re good on the mic, in the ring you’re incredible to watch. We both know that. And you love it as much as you ever did. But you’re too mechanical. They think of you like a robot or something. They don’t like you.”

Santana’s mind moved at a mile a minute, and she stood up to quickly pace Shannon’s office. “Okay, okay, this is something we can deal with. I’ll do more promos. I’ll- I’ll go to more children’s hospitals and stuff. They seem to love that kind of crap, right? I’ll start incorporating more high spots into my routines. There’s the Phoenix Burst, I can add a Phoenix Rising, and maybe a Phoenix Splash! I can do it, I can get them on my side again.”

Santana was almost manic with energy, and Shannon stood, walking around her desk, and setting her hands on Santana’s shoulders.

“Look, calm down. Calm down, Lopez.”

“If they stop liking me, how am I going to keep working A-show? How am I going to stay champion?”

“Calm down, I said.” Shannon lead Santana over to a chair and sat her down. “I’m not worried about it, kid, I’ve got you covered.”

“How?” Santana asked suspiciously.

“Easy. We’re going to give you a turn.”

All of the color went out of Santana’s face until she went an ashy tan. “A turn?”

“Yep.” Shannon replied, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“You mean, take me from face to heel? You mean, make me a bad guy?”

“Yeah, sure.” Shannon had already crossed back to her side of the desk, and reached into a box sitting on top, pulling out two cigars. “And I’ve got just the face for you. She’s new, but she’s fire, and you’re going to like her. And knowing you, and I do know you Santana, the fireworks are just going to explode between the two of you, trust me.”

Shannon cut both cigars, and handed one to Santana, not bothering to ask before she lit it, and her own. She took a few satisfied puffs off of the cigar, and leaned back in her chair.

“I figure, they don’t love you. Why not go all in? Let’s give them someone to really hate. And with your dad’s legacy and all, it’ll be really good. Quite the angle.”

“B-but-”

“No buts about it. Look, I know you want to keep working face, but I gotta be honest. It’s not working. And it’s either this, or bringing down to B-show, and I know you don’t want that. I’m sorry, Santana, but that’s the way it’s gotta be.”

Shannon took a few more puffs of her cigar, and nodded towards Santana.

“Now, go and enjoy that soak of yours and I’ll introduce you to the new girl later this week. Take a few days off, yeah? You’ve earned it.”

Santana could barely muster a nod before she stood, and staggered out of the office. She was like a zombie roaming the halls, and somehow finding her way back to the dressing room. It was pretty much empty, most of the ladies having already made their way back to the hotel that they were all staying at while they were performing. But as Santana rounded the corner, she saw Mercedes sitting on a bench.

Mercedes heard the noise of Santana’s approach, and stood up, eager to find out the news. “How’d it go? What did she say?”

Santana collapsed on the bench, burying her face in her hands. She mumbled something, but Mercedes couldn’t quite make it out.

“What is it, Santana? You’re scaring me.” She leaned close to Santana, trying to pick out a coherent phrase.

Santana finally sat up, and tried to keep her lip from quivering. “She wants to turn me. She wants me to turn heel.”

Mercedes frowned for a second, then stood back up to her full height, putting her hands on her hips. “Girl, is that all? Beiste makes me go heel twice a year, and then sometimes in Reno for good measure.”

She looked out into the middle distance. “I don’t think they’ll ever forgive me in Reno.”

“That’s not the point!” Santana interrupted. “I’ve always been a face. I started off as a face. I was in amatuer as a face! You don’t just make me the bad guy, out of the blue.”

“Well, it’s not really out of the blue, Santana. The crowd hasn’t really been feeling you lately.”

Santana was on her feet in a second, and glaring at Mercedes. “Why is this the first I’m hearing about this? It seems that everybody knows but me.”

“You’ve been hearing about it for the past couple of weeks. Since your, what, eighth title defense. You’ve been on their bad side. I figured you were just soldiering through.”

“Well, I wasn’t, and I didn’t, and I don’t.” Santana snapped, whipping her bag off of the bench, and onto her shoulder. “I’m a Lopez. My father was Javier Luis Gonzalez Lopez, and he was a fucking face. He was a hero. And I’ll be damned if I’ll sit here and let Shannon Beiste make me the villain on this show. I helped build this! My name is all over it. My face is everywhere. Every sick kid wants to see me at the hospital. All of the interviewers ask for my name. I am a hero!”

Mercedes watched Santana for a moment. Her face flush as she stood trying to catch her breath. She gave a small sad smile.

“You may be a hero, Santana, but you’re also an employee. If Shannon says you turn heel, you turn heel, and the show must go on.”

Santana could sleep. She’d been tossing and turning for the past three hours, and as the clocked inched towards daybreak, she finally stood up. She was dreading talking to Beiste tomorrow, she was dreading facing Mercedes after her little temper tantrum, and she was dreading facing a room full of girls who would probably know before the end of the day that she was going to be cannon fodder for some new wrestler. But that wasn’t what made her lose sleep. No, there was something she was dreading even more than all that.

A phone call.

Like clockwork almost every morning since she’d been doing the thing that she loved the most in the world Santana would get a phone call. It was at 10 o’clock AM on the dot, and as she talked, she could imagine him there. He was usually reading the paper, or looking out on his herb garden, sipping coffee stoically. He’d ask her about her match the night before, though they both knew he’s been watching. He’d make a satisfied grunt after every comment and offer a word or two of his own, and he was the one person on the planet that Santana didn’t want to disappoint.

Javier “Bird of Prey” Lopez had been wrestling for 30 years before injury forced him into retirement. And every day, from the moment he stepped into the ring until the moment he left it for the last time was spent as a hero; loved by the fans, feared by his enemies, and idolized by millions. Of course, Santana was his loudest champion, and ever since she was a little girl she remembered watching her father fight. He’d climb up on the top rope and jump off, soaring over the heads of his opponents in magnificent ways. Thinking back on it still gave her shivers.

This is a fun one that combines several of the things that I really like, so that’s cool. Choose this one if you’d like to visualize Santana going heel and putting Brittany in a headlock.

#brittana fanfiction 2018 #brittana #glee fanfiction #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce

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solastia · 7 years

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The Intruder

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 3,359

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut, but not like, super crazy smut. Good ‘ole Missionary. But it’s sweet.

Notes: SURPRISE! I needed something fluffy in my life. I wrote this fairly quickly, so I’ll go back and edit later.

“It’s only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing.”

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He’d been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn’t go.

“Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee....” You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You’re such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you’re so,“Daddy” is beyond me. I promised Mom I’d go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago, and she’s been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I’ll be back Monday afternoon, and I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You’ll be so sick of me that you’ll ask to leave earlier. I promise.” You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door.

You watch amused as he sighs loudly and makes his way over to you to say goodbye. He backs you into the door and kisses you hard, trying to grind his obvious arousal into your stomach.

“No way. I know what you’re doing, and we already did that twice today. Your delay tactics will no longer work. A kiss and a hug are all you’re allowed, mister.”

You pull him down for a kiss and push him back away with a laugh when he once again tries to deepen it.

“I love you, Joonie. I’ll call you when I get there, Ok?”

“Love you too. Drive safe.” He replied, with a loud, overly dramatic sigh.

You wave and shut the door on the once more pouting face.

The moment you enter your parent's house, you are bombarded by relatives, many of whom you have no memory of. It was your parents 30th anniversary, so everyone was making a huge deal of it, and the house was filled. They are all insisting on talking to you and sharing stories of when you were a toddler. Of course, the most common questions were about if you were dating and when you were getting married. You wished you could tell them all about your fantastic boyfriend, but you valued his privacy, which is why you didn’t let him tag along to this in the first place. The last thing he needed was for the twenty-something cousins that were here to hound him and spread gossip online. The best you could do was vaguely mention that, yes, you were dating.

Finally, the night was coming to an end, and the guests were starting to leave. You suddenly realized that you hadn’t called or texted Namjoon to let him know you’d gotten here safely. You knew he’d probably sent you a million nagging texts about it, but you’d left your phone in your room at your Mother’s insistence. She wanted you to “mingle and not have your eyes attached to the screen.” You mumble that you are heading to the restroom and manage to wrench yourself away from the latest relative going on about the time she helped potty train you.

You run up the stairs to your old childhood room and pick up your phone from your nightstand. As you’d suspected, Namjoon had called five times and left at least thirteen texts over the course of the seven hours you’d been gone. The first couple were cute. Just reminding you to let him know you got there OK and that he missed you already. These were followed by increasingly more worried sounding messages, hoping you were OK and wondering if you were mad at him. The last message had been sent a little over an hour ago, saying if you didn’t respond in the next twenty minutes, what happened next was your fault.

You really didn’t like the sound of that.

You quickly call him, but he doesn’t answer. You try twice more, only to be sent to the inbox again. So you decide to text. You tell him that you are sorry, that your Mom wanted a cell phone free zone and you weren’t able to get away.

No answer.

You send another text, asking if he’d eaten and telling him how much you loved him and would totally make this up to him on Monday.

Half an hour goes by with no response. He must REALLY be mad at you.

You sigh and decide there’s nothing else you can do for now. Hopefully, he’ll be done pouting in the morning. He usually liked to sit and talk things out whenever you argued, or if he was upset by something, but for now, there’s nothing else you can do but go to bed and hope for the best.

You were having a beautiful dream. Namjoon had taken you to a picnic. You were sitting under the giant tree along the river that Namjoon always referred to as “Our Tree.” There was a lovely breeze, good food, and you were propped against his chest while he read to you. As far as dreams go, this one ranked in your top three. The other two also featured him. One was a bit too racy to tell anyone else about, and the other...well, let’s just say there’s a white dress in it. You lean back and enjoy the dream, marveling that it was so detailed you could hear his voice perfectly next to your ear, and feel the rumbles in his chest against your back.

And then the knocking sounds started.

It was constant, and wouldn’t go away. You wanted to stay in the dream, but the knocking kept disturbing you. You felt yourself lose your grip on the dream, and it floated away as your eyes opened. You angrily stared at the ceiling as you tried to force yourself back asleep and hopefully back into that dream.

Then you heard it again. In real life this time.

Someone was knocking on your window.

Biting your lip, you debate the wisdom of actually going to look out. If this were a horror movie, you know that would be a stupid move. You’d open the second story window, they’d pull you out, and let you fall. Then chop up whatever didn’t break. That would be a dumb thing to do.

The knocking started up again.

With a sigh, you got out of the bed and shuffled to your closet. You still had your old softball bat in there and figured that would be better than nothing. Best case scenario, it was just the wind moving the tree branches too close to your window. Worse case, you’d have to clobber some intruder. At least it’s a polite intruder who knocked first.

You creep to your window, bat in hand, and whip the curtains aside. It’s still too dark to see anything, but you swear you see a shadowy figure hanging onto the tree. You take a deep breath, grip the bat hard, and unlock the window. You swing the panes open and hold up the bat as you peer outside.

“Finally.” the intruder says in an irritated, soft tone.

You squeal and swing the bat as a long leg makes its way into your bedroom.

“Baby, what the hell?!” He yells, grabbing the bat before you could hit him.

“Namjoon? What are you doing? I thought you were a robber or something! I could have hurt you!” You drop the bat onto the floor, helping the rest of your boyfriend make its way through the window.

“youdidntcallandipanickedandimissedyou.” He mumbles rapidly.

You blink and stare, trying to process the situation in your still somewhat sleep-addled mind. Your boyfriend drove all the way out to the country, climbed up a tree to your second story bedroom...because he missed you.

“Joonie. Did you come all the way here because I didn’t call? I’m sorry. I didn’t have a chance earlier, but I did before I went to bed. You didn’t answer.”

“I was driving. It’s not safe to drive and talk on the phone.” He was still sitting on the edge of your window pane, mumbling, and pouting.

“I missed you too, Namjoon.”

He was so cute, and SUCH a big baby. You started to grin at him, and when he realized he wasn’t in trouble, he perked up and started silently exploring your room. He wandered around, picking up random objects and looking at them, staring at the pictures scattered. He found a picture of you with a date at a high school dance, and look over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow, before calmly throwing it in your trash bin. You silently laugh and remind yourself to take that out, and tape over your dates face at least. You looked good in it. You gesture to the light switch on the wall, and he shakes his head no, continuing his exploration with just the light of the moon.

He’s finally made the full circle until he’s standing in front of your twin sized bed. If he actually plans on sleeping in here, he’s going to have to sleep on the floor to be somewhat comfortable. The bed was probably half his size in length, and there was no way the two of you would fit unless you slept on top of him and he let the bottom half of his legs dangle.

When you saw the look on his face though, you knew it wasn’t the sleeping arrangements he was thinking about.

“Joonie, no. My parents are literally down the hall. My Grandma is directly below us. There’s no way.”

He looked at you in surprise. “Are you saying you never brought any of your little boyfriends in here? Like, the dude in the trash?”

You snort at him. “Of course not. I would never have gotten away with it. I have the worst luck. And, FYI, the dude in the trash has been gay since, like, preschool.”

“Humph, well, I say this sounds like a great idea. I’ve missed you, and you’ve had experience trying to keep quiet when I sneak you into the dorms.”

“And that never ends well, because towards the end it’s always, “Fuck it, baby, let em hear.” You roughly impersonate his deep growl, and he laughs.

Namjoon picks you up by your waist and tosses you onto the bed, before crawling up on top of you and burying his face in your neck. He inhales loudly, slightly tickling you.

“I really did miss you.” He whispers into your neck. “We were gone so long that time. I mean, the tour was fun, just so long. And we’ll have to leave again soon. Even though it’s not for long, we’ll have the come back right after that, then promotions start all over again. I just want to stay as close to you as long as I can. As close as I can get...” He adds the last part with a groan, and he lifts himself up and raises your nightshirt up past your breasts.

You realize you’d left the window open when you felt the night air touch your exposed body, however, as his gaze raked over you, you forgot the cold. It always amazed you how he could look at you like it was the first time, every time, even though you’d been together for over a year now.

You could tell by the way he was looking at you, that this was not going to be one of the times where he drew everything out and spent hours teasing you.

Namjoon looks into your eyes for a moment, smiling softly, before he leans down and kisses you tenderly. He pulls away and throws off all of his clothes, not taking his stare away from you. You watch in awe as his nude body is finally revealed, the moonlight making this somehow more mysterious than usual.

He leans back over you, his hand snaking down to your core, a pleased smile growing on his face when he found you already wet.

“Remember to be quiet, Y/N. We don’t want to wake up Grandma.” He quietly teases, his fingers slowly stroking you.

“Joonie, please don’t mention my Grandmother during sex.” You complain with a soft groan. You feel him laughing, his shoulders shaking as he positions himself over you.

He places his forehead on yours, kissing you hard as he slides into you. He moans against your lips as he sheathes himself entirely, and you wind your legs around his back. He rocks into you slowly, the both of you paying attention to the amount of squeaking the little bed was making.

You were trying so hard to keep quiet, but he felt so good. So thick and so deep in you. The little moans that snuck out of you just spurred him on, and he started to move faster. You throw your hands behind you to brace yourself against the wall, Namjoon’s pounding now enough to make you hit your head if you weren’t careful. He’s kissing everything he can reach; Your neck, face, lips, occasionally leaning his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You bite your lips, chewing on them to try to keep quiet. Namjoon reaches a hand down and rubs your clit, watching your face to see how close you were. You could tell he was close himself, with the sweating dripping down his face and his hips pounding furiously into you.

He leans his face down and kisses you softly, mumbling “I love you.” You want to answer, but you feel the tension rising until, finally, you climax, turning your head into your pillow to quiet yourself. Namjoon groans as your walls tighten around him, and you feel as he empties himself into you.

Namjoon drops himself on top of you, knowing you like the weight of him there, at least for a few minutes. You kiss his sweaty neck, and you both whisper sweet nonsense to each other as you catch your breath.

“See,” he whispers, tickling your nose with the end of a lock of hair he’d started playing with. “No one heard a thing.” You giggle and open your mouth to say something cheeky about how loud he was when you heard it.

A squeak? From...the bed?

“What was that sound?” You ask, pushing Namjoon’s chest away so you could look over the edge. Maybe it was a mouse or something. You were never here, but you knew your Mom kept everything clean still.

You heard it again. Only this time it was more of a clicking or creaking.

You look at Namjoon in confusion, who is staring hard at the bed. His face suddenly looks horrified when you move, and another creaking sound is emitted.

“Wait, don’t move, I think we...shi....” He was cut off when with one loud cracking sound, the bed you’d used until you were eighteen years old suddenly fell to pieces underneath the two of you. Namjoon tries to pull you closer and wrap you in a sheet as you both crash to the floor with a loud thud. You both manage to sit up against a wall, looking over each other for wounds. Finding nothing, you lean back against the wall and stare at the remnants of your bed. The frame was broken in at least three places, bars sticking out, springs scattered across the room. Your poor bed was deceased.

“I know they call you the God of destruction and all that, but what did my poor bed ever do to you?” You tease him, laughing at his poor, resigned face. The smile on your face gradually slips away, however, as you realize there’s a new sound. Someone is running through the hallway. You barely manage to cover yourself adequately before your bedroom door is flung open and the light is turned on.

The faces of your parents are filled with panic, no doubt having heard the sound of the bed crashing and thought someone was breaking in. You watch in horror as their eyes scan the room, taking in the broken bed before their eyes settle on the two of you. You see the panic slowly die out of their gazes, only to be replaced by confusion and disbelief. You can just imagine what they are thinking as they take in the sight of their daughter and the boyfriend that they’d only met once before, sitting there covered in nothing but a sheet.

“Um, hey Mom, Dad. So, Namjoon came to visit, YAY. Um, yeah, the bed...was old? And, uh....we were trying to sleep...when just...CRASH! Ya know?” You were rambling anything that came to your head, panicking when your father’s gaze hardened and was focused on Namjoon. Your Mom had stopped looking at the two of you, patting your father on the shoulder, and blushing.

“Is everyone unhurt?” She asked, trying to back your Dad back to the door.

“Yup, we’re good. It’s all good. Everyone’s good. I’ll...uh...replace the bed later.” You mumble. Please leave, please leaavvvee...

“What’s going on in here?”

Crap.

“Grandma, go back to bed. Everything’s fine. Just the old bed decided to retire.” You joke, hoping she’ll take the hint and go back to her room.

Instead, she peeks her head in, quickly takes stock of the situation, and leans against the side of the door with a grin.

“Oh, is this the boy you’ve been seeing? He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he? Can’t say I blame you. Good to see I can expect great grandbabies soon. You kids go to bed.” She ushers your parents out of the room, your dad spearing Namjoon with one last look that promised a talk later, and closes the door behind them.

The two of you stare at each other, then fall back with a groan, making a little nest with the blankets on the floor.

“That was humiliating. Embarrassing. I’m never going to get dad’s face out of my head.” You whine, only to look over at him in annoyance when you finally register that he’s laughing.

“YAH! What is so funny, mister? You broke my bed and scarred my parents for life.” Namjoon pulls you closer to him and pecks your forehead.

“Hey, at least your Grandma seems to like me.”

“Ugg. You do realize my Dad is probably going to have a very uncomfortable talk with you tomorrow? I highly suggest running now while you have a chance.”

“Why? What’s the worst he could do? Tell me to marry you? I’d already planned on that.”

“What?” You sit up and look at him, all sprawled out on the floor, resting his head on his arms. He looked utterly calm now.

“Check my pants.” He responds with a soft smile.

You look around for his jeans, finding them in a far corner. You wrap the sheet tighter around you and go pick them up, finding a lump in one of the pockets. You swallow hard, feeling like this was a dream. You reach in and pull out a box.

A little black box.

You pull back the lid and look at the ring nestled inside. It’s gorgeous. You turn and look at the man sitting there so smugly, and start to cry.

“Really?” You sob, feeling ridiculous that you’re crying, but unable to help it.

He holds out his arms, and you go and cuddle into them, still staring at the box. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing the side of your head.

“Really. I love you. This was supposed to be more romantic, but I guess this is as good a time as any. Marry me?” He asks, and you nod yes, kissing him desperately.

“Hey, at least now we can just tell them we were celebrating.” He chuckles, and you giggle as he slides on the ring, kissing your hand once it’s in place.

“Congratulations!” Says a voice muffled by the door.

“GO TO BED GRANDMA!”

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hollyhomburg · 7 years

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“If You fall I’m Going Down With You” (Yoongi x reader) (wedding au)

Summary: When Yoongi asked you to marry him you thought it would be all simple- just you and the boys and a park. But then everybody starts talking about video crews and chateaus and televising the event- and your idol fiancee doesn't seem to have a problem with it so you just go with it. Now it’s the day of your wedding and you are so not ok with this.

words: 1,605

tags: fluff, implied/referenced smut, Slight angst

You stood in the gravel driveway twirling your engagement ring around your finger. The chateau in front of you is wide and inviting with yellow brick walls and arches. You are wearing a gorgeous ball gown, a long satin slip covered with a sheer slip peppered with white satin butterflies, pink flowers, and mint vines. Your wedding veil is longer than your dress and scrapes back across the pebbles as you pace and pace.

This is never what you wanted for your wedding when Yoongi proposed to you- you thought that was going to be it, you had already committed the rest of your life to him, so what more could a wedding really be? You thought that it would end up being a quiet ceremony with the boys and a small section of your very large family- in a public park next to your shared apartment. You were going to all go out to your favorite restaurant afterward.

Yoongi was going to wear something garish and entirely him- and you thought about making your own dress to compensate for your style. Yoongi had agreed; knowing that you would never find one that fit your personality best. You had even gone as far as drawing up a design and picking out fabrics before everything changed.

At first, it was just a photographer, just so that they could make sure that the company had good enough pictures to appease the fans. Then they had started arguing about the venue saying that the park wasn’t picturesque enough- that it was too simple.

You and Yoongi were simple- you were built on the simple things. You loved curling up next to him after a long day of work, filling up his cup of coffee in the morning. You loved sitting on the couch with him on rainy days. You loved the way he gave you your space when you had a project to work on- space that you reciprocated when he had a new song. It was why you worked.

The two of you where the color white, simple clean edges, no lies, no holding back. You were yourself around him and he was himself around you.

You hadn’t lied when you had told him you were ok with a film crew- you hadn’t lied when you agreed to let them lengthen the guest list to include a large part of the Korean pop music industry, though Yoongi complained enough and got the rest of your family invited too.

You hadn’t complained because they agreed to foot the bill for the new venue- the Italian style chateau, and the reception at a vineyard, they bought the new dress and Yoongi’s Prada tux (it wasn’t really even his style- just plain and dark blue with a white undershirt). It was going to be a TV wedding, the last hurrah and the final Farwell to millions of fans from their Yoongi. It was going to be a TV wedding and that changed everything for you.

Yoongi had spent his teenage years and his entire adulthood in the spotlight. from the time he had joined Bighit, he had his vacations- his meals- his every moment televised and photographed and enjoyed by millions of his fans. You understood why they loved him. you understood that while most of the time he behaved uncouthly and sullen- that he didn’t mind it all that much- Loved it even.

But you had never been in the spotlight like he had. Sure, throughout your courtship and then the few years of dating that had followed there had been your share of photos. first, you were a mystery girl spotted getting coffee with Yoongi at a cafe. Then you where his maybe girlfriend y/n.

Of course, you had gotten hate mail- and it had almost been too much. But Yoongi had been worth it. He asked his fans to respect you- and told them that you were here to stay. After that, you had gone on v-live with him- and they had fallen in love with you and him calling you two “goals” (whatever that meant). But it didn’t matter- to you, Yoongi was just the person who made you breathe easier.

But you didn’t have anyone to coach you through this- and that’s why you were currently freaking out, your bouquet carefully placed on the sidewalk- twiddling the beautiful ring Yoongi had gotten you.

You were terrified. You didn’t want to do it- not if it was like this, not when you could mess up in front of so many people.

“Y/n” Yoongi calls from behind you, his feet skidding on the pebbles. Looking startled and worried. “What’s wrong? Are…” he swallows. “Are you going to come inside?” it was the kindest way he could think of asking you if you were having second thoughts.

You made him kind, made him think before he spoke.

It had been an hour already and people were starting to mutter. Namjoon- his best man, had finally looked at Yoongi and given him a wordless jerk of his head to go find out where you were. and he had found you here, after running into your bridesmaids, who had directed him to this courtyard after they told him that you needed time to think. Your usual smile was torn from your face by stress and worry. In that moment Yoongi knew that if you decided to call off the ceremony- he would find a way to live this it- nothing was worth the stress on your face right now.

At the sight of him, you burst into tears. He pulled you onto his chest and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so scared Yoongi” you breathed in an uneven breath against him. “What if I trip over these heels or over my dress or forget my vows or- or…” Yoongi pulled away laughing at you quietly- giving you a gummy smile. You slapped his shoulder “why are you laughing at me?”

Yoongi tried his best to look bashful “I’m just- I’m relieved, I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t want to go through with the wedding!”

“What? no! Of course I still want to marry you!” you shouted at him, “I’m not- I’m just not made for this or use to it like you are- I’m not an idol- I’m just me” he pulled you closer- his fingers brushed over the shear side of your dress and he wiped away your tears from you cheeks, making sure not to smudge your carefully done makeup

“And that’s why I love you y/n” he paused, catching one of your hands in his “Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid” you kicked a pebble. Breaking away from him to rest your head in your hands.

“Because it seemed like this is what you wanted and you’re just so used to all the paparazzi and I’m not- I don’t even like it when you watch me put on my makeup in the morning” you where pacing back and forth in front of him

“Y/n listen to me“ you stopped and looked up at him. “What happens in that room is not going to change anything for us- so what if you stumble or make a fool of yourself on live TV”

“Jeeze thanks Yongs-“ you start to say sarcastically.

“I’m serious y/n” he interrupts, stepping closer to you and taking one of your hands in his. He pressed a feather light kiss to one of your fingertips, “I still love you even if you're scared shitless” he kissed another one, “I’ll love you even if you trip” he kissed your ring finger, “even if you knock teeth with me during our kiss and forget your vows” he kissed your pinky, “lets just get this over with so we can start on the rest of our lives” he pressed his forehead against yours. “None of this matters- I already know that you love me and if you don’t think that I love every inch of you I can repeat what I did to you last night again and-“

“-Yoongi” you smiled at him a giggle and a gasp escaping your mouth as he pressed a kiss to your neck. Thinking about last night- how he had kissed practically every inch of you and made love to you on the balcony of his apartment. How you had watched the stars as you shattered underneath him- all after his bachelor party of course. It made you hungry for this all to be over so that you could start on your honeymoon.

A honeymoon that was paid in full as a thank you from bighit- who were probably going to make ten times the cost off of this entire endeavor.

“I’m serious- if you want me to prove that I love you we can leave right now and screw everyone in that stupid castle.”

You swallowed once, “if I walk in with you I think I can do it.” He smiled at you, kissed you once and then spun you around, your laugh bounced off the courtyard walls. He hopped onto the steps snatched your bouquet from the ground and took your hand, helping you up the steps. He offered you his arm- to steady you in your too high- high heels.

“If I made sure to stumble would it make you feel better?”

“Probably” you laughed. “If you fall I’m going down with you”

He laughed too and smiled at you, “It's a deal then. Shall we?” he asked, and you took his arm. You inhaled a shaky breath

“Let's do it.”

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txnystarkimagines · 7 years

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Ephemeral (Part 1/4)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader, Eventual Tony Stark X Reader

Words: 1087

Request: Could you do something where the Reader is Steve’s fiance and right before the wedding they find out he’s not really in love with them, he’s in love with Sharon? Whether that be he tells them or she finds them together with way. And she goes to Tony for support and after a lil bit (the night of or a few months from then) they get together? Sorry if this is confusing…

Summary: Reader catches Steve cheating after a fight.

Author’s note: Sorry I am so late, itsand for not actively posting fics since the past few weeks. But now I’m back. I know its a bit short but the other parts are longer for sure!

Requested By: @wannabe-weasley

Permanent Tags: @palaiasaurus64 @sybil-howlett

PS: There was supposed to be a cover image with this but my interent is being an ass,and wont load it so yeah,i’ll try editing it later.

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You were sitting at the bar in the common room at the Avengers Facility. It was a few months after the Accords and after everything was toned down your fiance,soon to be husband Steve Rogers had returned along with the rest of the team. After his return, both of you had decided to get married as soon as possible, before another global catastrophe was to occur.

This brought you to your current position where you were looking through wedding magazines, to decide the table layout. Confused between the gold-lined plates or the embossed ones you decided it was best to ask Steve for his opinion as well. Yeah, you were an Avenger, but that didn't mean you hadn't dreamed of your wedding as a little girl. A husband who loved you to the moon and back, someone who teared up at the sight of you walking down the aisle but most of all someone who genuinely loved you. Love was something you hadn't gotten your whole life as an orphan and as an adult. So now with Steve, everything was finally falling together.

Right at that moment,you were greeted by Steve,as he took a seat next to you at bar. "Hey!" You exclaimed,turning to him."How was your day?"

"It was good. Yours?"

With a wide grin, you sat up straight, avengersready to tell him all about your day."So after breakfast I had an appointment with the bakery,and I narrowed the flavours down to chocolate fudge,red velvet and vanilla caramel,so you just have to chose the best one. We can go now if you want?" You leaned towards him.

"Not now Y/N." He mumbled."I'm really tired."

"Oh come on Stevie the wedding is in three weeks.Plus when we come back,we can have some fun."You bit your lip,looking up at him through your lashes.

"No Y/N. Later." He stated again.

"Ok. Then can you tell me which plates look better? I have to send Tony's friend the pictures."

"For god's sake Y/N!"Steve snapped. "All you talk about is wedding shit,don't you have anything else to do?"

You gaped up at him,shocked at his outburst.Steve hardly ever yelled at you, and when he did it usually concerned serious matters lAvengers. Never had he yelled at you for an issue so petty.

"No Y/N,all you ever talk about is wedding this wedding that. the dress, the theme and what not. I'm tired of this shit! " With that, he stormed out.

A tear slipped out your eye, as the elevator doors closed in front of a frustrated Steve. It was probably your fault though. You knew he had a busy and tiring day, but you still pestered him with all these useless questions. You knew you were annoying him, yet you had still insisted. It was your fault that you had ruined his mood. But was it your fault to want something? To want him to have equal amounts of participation in planning one of the most important events of one's life? It was his' to after all.

No doubt the accords had caused a rift between the both of you, as you had sided with Stark on the matter, but you still loved him. But when he came back the first thing you did was make up, soon followed by a proposal. The first two months of him being a fiance to you were absolutely amazing. However, ever since the past month things had been going downhill. He wasn't as affectionate,and he came home late everyday. He hardly had any meals with you. Although you thought of it as a phase it still did hurt you. You were always insecure about your relations. A bad past/childhood did that you. Some would even say it was a minor case of Philophobia,the fear of being loved and Steve helped erase that. But now, the very same person was the cause of it arising again.

It was now a few hours after Steve had stormed out. You were in your bedroom,finishing sorting out the laundry.Guessing it was probably the right time to apologies to Steve,you asked FRIDAY where he was.

"Fri,where is Steve?" You asked as you exited the room.

"Captain Rogers is currently residing in Common Room 3. Although I would suggest not going right now,what you might see,is certainly not in your best interests."

"Don't be silly,Fri."

Now suddenly worried,you quickly made your way down the hallway,passing Stark's open office door,where he caught sight of you rushing somewhere frantically. Curious enough he followed you.

Had something happened? Was Steve hurt? Was there an intruder none of you knew about? Or had he gotten into a fight with Tony again? You slowed down as you reached the open door frame. Looking around you saw the blondie's back facing you on the couch. As your moved past him and realized what he was doing,your heart shattered into a million pieces. Again.

There he was. kissing Sharon Carter of everyone,without any care of his fiance. You stared at them kissing,as memories of all the promises he made to you flashed in your head,now down the drain.

"S-Steve?"You whispered,no energy to speak loud enough for it to reach all the way across the room.

He didn't hear you though,too busy as he kissed Sharon. There was a time when you would be acres across in the compound,but one shout,one scream and he would be there within seconds. Not anymore.

"Steve is that you?" Your voice cracked,as you spoke louder. Oh how badly you wished it was another agent or team member. As both of them turned around to face you with their alarmed expressions,and you made contact with Steve's clear blue eyes it was all you needed as you bolted out of the room;your hand covered your mouth,trying to suppress the sobs till at least you reached the vicinity of your room. You ran past Tony as he too watched all that had taken place,shockingly quiet. But on the inside, his blood was boiling.

"You son of a bitch! I am gonna deal with you later." He growled at Steve,shooting daggers at him as he too turned around to follow Y/N,leaving behind the astonished Captain America and Agent 13.

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succeedly · 5 years

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Go Ahead, Scam Me Kids!

WARNING: Rant Below. So, my last post was about an easy interactive reading promotion idea using Post-It Notes I got from my fabulous friend (and one time mentee) Tiffany Whitehead. Didn't read it yet? Just landed here? That's OK, maybe you should go back and read it before going much further... it's OK, I'll wait. (watches Ancient Aliens) This post was inspired by an anonymous blog comment. I'll post it below. Oh wait! Eep...sorry You also probably should skim this Reading Promotion post, too! It's cool, I'll go check Twitter while you do and Tweet back to my favorite band of all time XTC & Andy Partridge.

Reading is the Key! 'Cause that's where the anonymous or unknown comment was left. My below rant will make more sense if you get the context. OH! I know, I'll screenshot it. Wait here for a sec. BRB.

Here's my reply... I think I went a little overboard. That happens. Hello Unknown~ You know, it shows how much I'm so excited for a REAL comment (rather than the usual SPAM for classes in Mumbai, Mozambigue, or Mobile that I get from spammers and bots) that I'll answer an anonymous comment! Because, you know, how do I know it's "real" because if they cared that much for the answer, why can't they even leave a name, right? Some great questions I've even called on the phone or emailed to answer in more detail that I wanted to write. Ok......enough of that. Sorry if that sounded snarky, How do I know?....Here's how I know. They turned in the book. If a kid really wanted SCAM me to get whatever kind of faux brass key, stuffed animal, sticker or prize...have at it. And when I did the Passport thing with the stamps, there really wasn't really a prize, just the the satisfaction of having every square stamped. I can't even remember if I gave it back to the kiddo or displayed it up on the board. But knowing how bad I am about changing my one bulletin board in the library, I'm pretty sure I just gave it to the kid with a big high five and a whooping "Great job sweetie, well done!" Because, what's really reason I'm doing this? To get the kid in the door. OR to get the kid to read more. OR to encourage the kid to read a different or varied type or genre of book. At least they're visiting the library. Because, really...isn't that what we want? Occasionally, I'll flip open the book an pick out a character's name and ask a random question, but really -- I don't care. (OK, I'm kind of lying, I think I did that like once in 20+ years) But yeah, go ahead and SCAM me kids! Come and get my prizes, just come to the library & check out a book. It's all good. For every prize I'm scammed out of, I'm sure there are dozens of kiddos avidly reading the books. Because that was me. I was that kid. I was the kid that came to get a book every morning and every afternoon. I was the kid that had the hiding the book inside the desk trick down pat. I was RARELY caught. Ok, I was caught a couple times but I always did it. Then, I transferred to Phillis E. Williams Elementary a 1970's OPEN CLASSROOM style school and for a kid like me, I thrived. I hurried up, hustled to every classroom in the pod and did all my work as fast and as well as I could, so I could get that free time to curl up in the School Library or classroom corner and just READ. This is also when I switched to public schools and got identified as a TAG kid, one of the BEST things was that I didn't have to do as much boring stoopid stuff that I already knew how to do, by rote, and was able to "test out" and then craft my own learning plan. That's why I'm such a big fan of PBL and UDL as a Teacher Librarian. OK, enough about me - sounds kind of braggy. GAH. Sorry. WOW...this turned out to be sort of a long rant. I hope it comes across ok, because I guess I'm sort of passionate about this topic. When it comes to reading promotion, I want to do fun things to encourage kids to read that doesn't cost a lot of money, doesn't take a lot of time to manage or organize (yeah, I'm kind of lazy that way) and that has that special something -- that fun kind spark of engagement that will encourage the kiddos to give it a whirl. What do you do to promote reading? What features do you find that makes a great and easy to do reading promotion? And what's your name, hon? ;-) Either way, hope that helped! Cheers! ~Gwyneth PS. Don't blog for comments. You won't get a lot of them. Even after having more than 3 MILLION (said with Austin Powers voice) visitors, I get like 4 genuine comments a year..... Le sigh. For reals.

About this picture.

A long long time ago in a far away place, OK...it was the late 70's in the DC Metro area....You can tell it was the 70's from the orange shag rug carpeting and my shag haircut. Anyway, that year there was a big blizzard that kept us out of school for days and days. I finished reading ALL my Library Books and it was COLD! So, I planted myself on top of the heating grate in our Living Room .....and read my falling apart Gothic Novel called The Laird of Tariff Hall. Mom, I guess, thought it was funny so she took this picture. Notice the Redskins Tube Socks I stole from my brother! Hee hee. Please take note of the crochet afghan that my Gramma made me. I still have the book. Wish I had the afghan. This was the other side of the living room. Here I am going to my first dance with my first boyfriend, Kyle. He was a sweet boy but kissing with both of us having braces was trixy. Don't read that Mom!

I got that shiny shirt at the thrift store for 25¢ I thought I was hot snot in it. He was a sweet boy. He lives in Annapolis now. Yeah, I just stalked him real fast on Google. I always wonder about old boyfriends and crushes. Is that weird? Probably a good thing I'm not on Facebook. The next year I went to High School and discovered the band XTC and today, on Twitter, as I was writing this blog post, my musical hero of 39 years MADE MY DAY. See?

If you like XTC, I can assure you, your nerd eye is open.

— XTC (@xtcfans) March 23, 2019

------->OMGosh, SQUEE! It's like the BEST THING EVER!!!!! Go Ahead, Scam Me Kids! published first on https://getnewcourse.tumblr.com/

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mitchm-arner · 5 years

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Best Friend // Mitch Marner

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Mitch

Liz and I walked out to see Jack and Aus completely dressed down which wasn’t supposed to happen. We all looked at each other in confusion not really knowing what was going on.

“Aus I told you we were going somewhere nice.” I said

“Well I forgot and who needs fancy dinners. We never even had a reservation anywhere and plus Jack hates dressing up!” He said looking at her smiling.

“Well Mitch and I will go change. We can head somewhere and just have fun even if we end up a some stupid bar.”

Once everyone changed and we got ready to leave I felt very upset by the whole situation. I really wanted to take her out to show her a good time but maybe that wasn’t the best idea. I felt like I already failed at being a good boyfriend and knew she would think this is how every night would go. The same cycle always repeats of us going for food and then getting drunk and crashing somewhere close. I knew Liz wouldn’t be one to judge but still the thought of her getting bored of me scared me.

“Mitch? You alright babe?” Liz asked showing concern into my feelings which felt nice.

“I feel like you’ll get bored. This is all we ever do is drink and go out for food. Also hockey games but I don’t know I just don’t want this to be boring.”

“As long as I’m with you it won’t be boring. I care about you so much that I couldn’t never get bored. I know Jack hates going out for fancy dinners but that doesn’t mean they always have to go. You’re allowed to live outside of their bubble.”

“I know I’m just so used to tagging along I feel bad.”

We walked into the closets McDonald’s that we could find and went over to order. There was a huge line and we decided to wait until later. Seeing as we wanted to have fun we headed off to a bar.

“I’ll have four shots of tequila!” I said to the bartender while letting Liz sit down next to jack since there were only two seats left.

We all talked and chatted about anything that came up while we were waiting for our shots. Many people came up and asked us for pictures and I knew that the night had just begun. Once we all downed our shots we decided to take some more and just relax for a bit.

“When can we get chicken nuggets?” Aus asked

“Soon Aus.” I said finishing my drink and looking back at Liz.

“Whatcha want?” She asked smiling at me.

“A kissssss” I said looking at her pouting

“Maybe.”

“Dang it” I said keeping my hand on the chair for balance.

Eventually Jack was very drunk and Aus wanted chicken so bad that we decided to get going. I grabbed Liz’s hand making sure she was alright to start walking. She held onto my arm obviously very drunk and tired from how late we decided to stay out. As we walked out we just saw a lot of bright lights and people yelling. This usually was typical if we were spotted since the people of Toronto loved us. We kept walking hoping that they’d leave us alone which they ended up doing anyways.

“McDonald’s now!” Aus said making sure Jack was doing alright holding onto her so she wouldn’t fall.

“Ugh fine.” I said continuing to walk with Liz clutching onto me.

“The only thing greater than my love for chicken nuggets is Jack” aus started giggling clearly still intoxicated.

Once Aus got his stupid chicken nuggets I decided it was time for an uber. Knowing that everyone was too drunk to even walk about 10 minutes back to our apartment.

“Mitch when’s the uber coming! I want to sleep!” Aus stated causing me to get mad at him for being annoying.

“Someone’s annoyed!” Liz said laughing with Jack joining in

“Yeah whatever he's being whiny and annoying and I don’t need to put up with this right now.” I said and went on my phone hoping everyone would just shut up.

Once we all got in after about 5 minutes of trying to figure out the lock we all crawled back to our rooms and shut the doors falling asleep.

Liz

I woke up to light rain on the window and looked around confused at where I was until I heard soft snores just above my head. I looked up to see mitch sound asleep with his arms wrapped around my waist. I looked at the clock on his side table to see it was nearly 12 pm and knew he would want to sleep a bit longer.

I walked out carefully to the kitchen and decided to make him some waffles but soon came to realize they had nothing to make waffles. I sighed grabbing my phone and went on postmates placing an order for chocolate chip waffles for everyone and decided to make the eggs, sausage, toast, and bacon.

The man dropped the waffles off and I took them and set everything else up leaving the left overs for Aus and jack. I walked back into the room and jumped on Mitch smiling.

“Wake up you loser!” I said giggling

“Noooo its my off day!”

“Mitch it's like the afternoon you need to get up sooner or later. Plus I made you food sorta.”

“Oooo food I’m ready!”

“You still annoyed about Aus from last night?” I asked chuckling thinking that he probably forgot.

“Yeah he was being a little bitch who whines and I really don’t need him doing that all the time. It’s fucking annoying.” he said shaking his head beginning to eat the food.

“Well I don’t think that’s very nice of you to call him annoying. He was drunk and so were you so get over it.” I stated suddenly not feeling hungry. I heard him whisper a few words under his breath and decided I wasn’t here for his shit today. I texted Jack telling her to be ready in five minutes and I’d explain it in the car.

“I’m going out with Jack and Aus.” I said quietly walking back to his room finding my keys and clothes getting ready.

I sat in my car for a few minutes knowing she had just woke up and didn’t feel like waiting in their room for them to be ready which usually didn’t take too long. I started my car and put on one of Jack’s favorite bands, The Story So Far, seeing as she had to deal with me I might as well play music she likes.

“What’s going on? Mitch seemed upset.” Aus said

“He’s being a little bitch again and I thought we were over this. I just want to get away and let him calm down while we catch up a bit.”

“Where are we going though?” Jack asked confused seeing as she was still half asleep.

“How about the CN tower?” Aus stated smiling like a goof

“I hardly know how to get there but we can stop at Tim Horton’s quick and then Aus can drive my car?”

“Sounds good!” he said smiling from the backseat

“Good cause I can hardly drive I’m too upset.” I said chuckling slightly and driving to the Tim’s down the street.

Once we got to the CN tower Aus wanted to take 5 million picture of everything he saw that including trash and birds he’s never seen before. I felt a lot better being around them and almost forgot about Mitch. We all had a great time and they never made me feel left out which was nice considering that I really didn’t want to deal with that at the moment. Eventually we all decided to ask someone to take our picture having the CN tower behind us as well as individual shots.

“OOOO LIZ! Can you pretty please with a cherry on top take a picture of Jack and I! I haven't posted on Instagram in a hot minute and I need to show off my baby!” he said smiling as I nodded taking his phone taking a lot of different ones from different angles and everything.

Once we finished taking pictures and Aus got his creap we got back to my car ready to drive back.

“Ooo should I post the one of all three of us saying something like who needs a boy when you’ve got two best friends?” I asked smiling

“Liz is very petty. I like that. Jack where have you been hiding my twin from me?” Auston stated pouting

“Honestly I have no clue Aus, But yes I think that will set him in his place.” Jack said chuckling and going on Instagram as well.

“Ok I posted it!” I said giggling

“I should post these ones of Aus and I saying something like He’s mine. Does that sound good? Maybe I should say Crackhead finally explores Toronto?” she said while looking at the pictures.

“Hmm what about crackhead explores Toronto ft my baby?” I said as she nodded and continued to go ahead and post it while as well posting auston’s figuring out what he should caption it before deciding on a simple “she’s my crackhead”.

We all walked into the apartment laughing and continuing our conversation about how Aus needed more storage on his phone from all the pictures he took today. We didn’t even notice Mitch standing in the kitchen.

“Who needs a girlfriend when you can dump her!” he said chuckling and interrupting our conversation. “Yeah I’m real glad you enjoy being around but it really pisses me off that you can be such a bitch and leave me alone all day while you hang out with MY friends WITHOUT me.”

I looked at him and then back to Jack pleading for her to help me out and she obviously understood being sick of Marner’s shit.

“Hey. Right now I’d really appreciate if you’d fuck off. I know that you don’t like when Aus gets whiny but honestly you are ten times worse. You have no reason to be mad right now seeing as this is the only girlfriend you’ll be getting if you keep this up. Liz doesn’t need to deal with your shit and seeing as us being your friends you certainly don’t treat us like that. So in this case Mitch fuck off and don’t disrespect Aus and I again. That also goes for Liz since she’s the only one who will ever stick around even though she deserves better. Maybe if you weren’t a little shit you could have come with us today but yet you continue to act like a baby.” She stated

“I don’t like the way you treat Jack and Liz. You have the whole package right in front of you and still you fuck around and mess shit up. It’s getting annoying but for once Jack and I like your girlfriend. I don’t need you to disrespect me either I thought you were my best friend yet this isn’t how best friends should act. Yes, I am whiny and annoying but everyone is from time to time. You really need to drop this attitude like why the hell do you have it anyways?” Aus said awaiting Mitch’s answer.

“Because you’re taking her away from me! She’s the only good thing I have!”

“Oh shut the fuck up! You’re an NHL player for god sake. Do you know how many people would kill to be where you are?” I said before grabbing my coat shaking my head. “When you want to act like the Mitch I fell in love with and not this asshole version maybe i’ll reconsider it.” I said coldly and leaving slamming the door running down to the car and locking the door making sure that no one was following me.

Auston

“Get out.” I announced loudly looking him dead in the eye.

“Aus what the hell?” Mitch said

“I don’t like the way you treat my friends and my girlfriend. So i’ll give you one day to pack your shit and leave.”

“But-” he started before Jack cut him off

“Fuck you. Honestly I don’t want you near us or Liz so get out before things get worse.”

I watched him start to cry, a thing you don’t really see from Mitch Marner. He walked to his room or our new office that would be in use within two days.

“I hope she’s alright..Should I call her or let her go?” Jack asked

“Honestly maybe in a little bit. She’s driving back to her apartment now so I think maybe we should stop by tomorrow? Bring her a surprise?” I said smirking

“What do you have in mind then?” she asked chuckling

“Oh you’ll see.”

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oldscarredlove · 7 years

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AfterGone - Part 1/3

The Origins of AG

Error > @loverofpiggies (tag ain’t working) Swap!Sans > @(can’t remember)

After all this time I still remember what it was like when the human came here to the Underground, the prison of the monsters hidden deep in Mount. Ebott, I’ve lost all sense of time here, when you’re alone you kind of lose all your senses and sanity. Looking over to the other side of Snowdin river, the fields of wooden crosses and blocks of stone, I mesmerized how this all happened… — It is said that the human had fallen into the Underground from the surface landing onto a pile of golden flowers, making them sound like some kind of angel that fallen from the Heavens with golden wings. They were the most innocent thing down here, their smiles and laughs were all it took for the monsters to be befriended and give them their trust.

Right to the very end. No one ever got to see the light of the surface, every single monster that came face to face with the human ultimately ended up being left as a pile of dust. I made sure to never even be within range of the human’s toy knife, being the only one to see their true self.

The human may have fallen as if an angel had been sent to us… But no one ever questioned why the angel had fallen, it was because it was a monster, even more so than ourselves. — Haunting laughter filled the golden corridor, the light of the barrier shining through the windows were blinding my eye-sockets but I’d much prefer look at something that wasn’t the human in front of me. Their cheeks were rosy and their smile was just as it always was but with a more twisted and darker reason other than befriending.

Their yellow shirt was no longer tucked from their brown trousers, the black suspenders hanging loosely on either sides of their legs and their dark shoes powdered with the dust of the slain. Their knife had lost its shine during the journey here, it was pointed at me for the fifth time and I could feel my soul ache in a familiar pain.

“Here again, huh Sans?” Questioned the demon-child, “I wonder how many times we’ll dance like this.” They giggled manically and their soulless eyes looked at me from under their messy fringe.

“The real question is…” I felt my left eye glow before I opened my eyes again, staring into the soul which should have never existed. “Why aren’t you burning in Hell like you should be?” —RESET— Something was different, something has changed and I have no idea what and whatever it was, it was making my bones rattle, it crawled up my spine the entire day, I just couldn’t focus on anything.

It took longer than usual to leave the house, I was heading toward the Waterfall post when it happened, hearing the slice before the bang. I hid in the shadows of the Snowdin woods as I watched Papyrus, my beloved sister, crumble into nothing but ashes, Chara practically skipping away whilst humming a strange tune.

When the human vanished, I came out and wobbled toward the blood-coloured scarf on the ground, hesitating when I reached out for it. “P-Papyrus…? S-Sister…?” I fell onto my knees, burying my face into it and felt myself shiver, feeling the true cold of the situation for the first time.

I was never there to see my sister turn to dust, mainly because I knew I’d lose my mind, I could feel it crack, splitting in half and my eye-socket burning with hatred. “I shall make sure…” I looked up from my spot on the snow, “they burn in the flames of Hell.” — The scarf was wrapped around my neck when I next faced the human, after blasting them with my little pets, they collapsed onto the ground and were silent for a full minute. Then they started to boom with laughter, I could hear them struggling to breathe and see the tears fall onto the floor. They looked up to me with that scary face and had an expression of someone who’s had an awful idea.

“Hahahaha! Why- Why didn’t I think about this before?!” They started to howl again and I could feel their sins surrounding me, it was almost enough to choke me.

“What is it, kid? You’re kinda creeping me out here.” I scowled at their attempt of getting up and falling down again.

“Join me!” I froze in place. “Join me in the next run! Let’s kill everyone! They’ll never-”

“No.” It was all I could say, they’d managed to make me lose my ability to speak, ‘no’ was the only word I could formulate.

“Listen to me, Sans!” They stood up and spread their arms toward me.” They’ll never have to know! I can just reset the timeline and they’ll all just forget, only we will remember!” They held out their disarmed hand. “Join me Sans, it’d be so interesting to see if you’d be able to kill your own-”

Looks like I’m ganna have’ta use my special attack early. —RESET— “Oh! Good morning Sans! You’re up unusually early today!” Papyrus was grinning like a fool as usual, I starred at her in-tents-ly, trying to burn this image of her into my skull. Her heroic cape-like scarf, her shining ‘battle body’, her happy face, looking at me like I was a saint.

How wrong she was, it was almost enough to break me entirely, she was always seeing the good in everything whilst I was her polar opposite. She was the saint, always trying to save those I would’ve discarded without a second thought, being honest and soft forever and always.

“Heh, yeah…” I looked away, ashamed. “Hey sis… I kinda forgot… What would you do if you became the Head of the Royal Guard?”

She looked at me with an expression of bewilderment, amazed I’d forgotten when she’s spoken of it a million times. In truth, I wanted her to picture her happiest day before it all came to an end. As she turned away from me and explained everything with joy, I materialized my claw and sliced at her, making sure to go through the soul to ensure she didn’t feel any pain.

I didn’t want her to even see the human or myself, before she even started to crumble I broke apart, I let the claw fade off and knelt onto the floor, disgusted with myself for what this timeline has in store. After several minutes, I got up, my body rattling loudly, I had no words to say to her, what could I say? “I’m Sorry…” — I was sitting inside Grillby’s when the human came, I heard the door open and footsteps come closer to me, they stopped and were followed by a giggle. “No one’s here, huh?” I said nothing. “Where’d they all go? Did you warn them? Because if you did I can just reset an-”

“I killed everyone.” It was silent for a whole two minutes then booming laughter filled the diner.

“WOW! So you’re going to join me?!” I nodded, they cheered. “This’ll be fun! I can’t wait to see how this goes, par’ner!” I wasn’t so sure. — By the time we reached the Queen’s throne room and that flower-thing were reduced to nothing, we went into the room that was before the barrier, the human was still grinning like a clown with their cheeks the same red as Papyrus’ scarf.

“Now that, Sans, was what I called a good time!” They winked at me like I should agree, but all I felt were the sins crawling up my back.

“It’s the end now kid, we had an agreement: When this was all done with, you’d make sure no one ever knew about this…” I stared at them with hatred, feeling my soul pulsing in agony.

They tapped their knife against their forehead, as if they’d forgotten something. “Oh right!” I was hoping they’d stab them-self in the head. “Ok then, a deal’s a deal.” They steadied their knife. “Goodbye Sans.”

Zoooom….BANG.

My eye-sockets widened and I could feel my jaw drop (not literally), I stared in horror and what’d just happened. The dark grey floor was suddenly covered in red and a choked chuckle rang through the room.

“There… The deal’s done.” And with those dying words, they collapsed onto the ground and time froze. In the monster’s place was a human in different colours, their face was pale and their magenta shirt was stained with blood and their blue trousers and brown boots were dusty.

Staring at this other human, I realized that I’d made a deal with the literal Devil, turning my own words against me. I zipped to the human and started to shake the human around brutally, screaming and sobbing at them to RESET, they always did, why was this any different from the other times they’d died?

My thoughts already pieced the answer together, it was because Chara had killed this human ever since they first possessed them, stealing and destroying a little piece of their soul for every second they were inside them. I started to get slow and my voice was becoming a whisper.

“Please… Bring them back…” — Whilst heading back, I picked a bunch of flowers, gold and blue, and covered each with the dust with a single monster. When I got back to Snowdin, I summoned my claw and made each flower a hole, buring them and placing a wooden cross I’d made from fallen branches in the nearby forest at the head of the grave.

When it came to those I cared for especially, I made them a tombstone, carving their names and a small message into the rock. The last two were Papyrus and the human, although I had never met this human child before, it felt like we could’ve been pals in another lifetime.

When Papyrus’ grave was done, I wrapped her scarf around her tombstone and stood up, looking around at my handy work. My hoodie was torn and tattered, itchy from all the dust it’d collected during the run, I went inside and headed to my room, throwing all the clothes I was wearing into the trash.

When I came outside again in my new clothing, I noticed that time had literally stopped, I guess without the human, there was nothing else to proceed… My head tilted down and I climbed onto the roof, feeling nothing but shame, vengeance and disgust. I felt sick to my non-existing stomach and felt like the ghost of Papyrus behind me, watching my every move in anger and betrayal. — I started to cry out of nowhere, I’d looked at the window of the living room and noticed I’d become skinnier and had actually grown at some point. Ever since… I haven’ had much to eat, resources were becoming scarce and I’ve now had to start living off of plants, forcing myself to become a vegan.

It could’ve been because I’d grown and believed that time was starting again, only to have my hope crushed when I’d stared at a clock for what seemed like an hour. Or it could’ve been that I’d glanced at the calendar that was next to the door and saw that (for me) it has been over a year since then.

Whenever I slept and woke up, I’d count that as a day. I hardly got sleep anymore, resulting with bangs under my eyes somehow and becoming an insomniac. I always got nightmares of Papyrus, staring at me in hatred with marks on her body from when I’d sliced her but dripping with her blood.

I left the house from feeling claustrophobic and jumped onto the roof and sat down on its peek, resting my skull into between my knees. The new clothes I’d made shortly after finishing the graveyard hung loosely to me, during my growth I’ve had to alter them to make sure they were bigger than myself, to be sure I was prepared for any more unexpected growth spurts.

Silence has been the only thing I’ve heard now, other than the imaginary voices of the other monsters before they were massacred, so after a few minutes of self-loathing, you could imagine my shock when I heard a glitch rip and a confused voice ask:

“What’s this place, Error?”

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