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xbladekitkat85 · 4 years ago

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Do You Remember Now?

Summary: It's Peter's birthday and everyone is planning on a surprise when he wakes up. Except there's a huge problem. Peter's gone missing.

Word count: 4k+

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, swearing, ANGST, mentions of dealing with grief.

A/N: I haven't really written angst before so I don't know how hard it's going to hit. I did tear up at one part while typing so maybe it's a bit heavy???

Peter's disappearance happened when everyone least expected it. It was the morning of his birthday, and all the heroes of the universe were going to be there. It would have been the first reunion in over 5 years where everyone was available to come, Asgardians and Guardians as well. Everyone was going to sneak into Peter's room to wake him up with a collective shout of "SURPRISE!" and pop an unnecessary amount of party poppers all over the room.

Tony peeked inside first to make sure that Peter was still asleep before beckoning everyone inside. But he felt a cold draft flowing from the crack between the door and the doorframe that shouldn't have been possible due to the picture windows.

He entered the room to find the window cut open and various items belonging to Peter scattered on the floor. There was no sign of Peter himself and the excited feeling that Tony had all morning quickly twisted into something he had felt only when Pepper had been taken years ago by Killian.

It was the feeling of debilitating fear.

Tony felt a wave of nausea hit him as various scenarios all ran through his head, each with Peter hurt, scared, or possibly even dead.

Pepper was the first to notice Tony hadn't come to get everyone. He came out of Peter's room after a few minutes more of waiting. But he wasn't acting like the excited father he was only moments before.

"Tony, what's wrong?" She asked, feeling anxiety building up with each second of silence.

Tony turned to look at everyone with a haunted look in his eyes. Pepper recognized it as the same expression he had when he had returned from space after fighting Thanos. Something was horribly wrong, and it had to do with Peter.

"Tony, talk to me. What's happening." Pepper asked gently despite the worry she felt.

"Peter's not there." He whispered hoarsely and turned to look at her. "Pep, we can't lose him again."

Morgan, Carter and Harley had heard what Tony said and they all felt a sharp stab of fear and worry. Morgan felt tears burning in her eyes, and buried her face in Carter's shoulder for a moment to compose herself. Carter held her close and stroked her hair while Harley walked into Peter's room to see it for himself.

Harley looked around the entire space. He checked the closet, the hammock near the ceiling, and the bathroom adjacent to Peter's room to no avail.

"FRIDAY, show me the tower's security activity from 11pm last night up until dad opened Peter's door." Harley requested.

But to everyone's shock, there was no familiar response of, "Sure thing boss." from the speakers throughout the tower.

FRIDAY was out of commission. That meant that somebody had been able to shut down an AI made by Tony Stark, which is no easy feat. This meant someone skilled was behind it and most likely planned the kidnapping with extreme scrutiny.

Nothing about the situation was remotely close to how everyone thought this day was going to go.

"We need to get Friday back online ASAP." Morgan shakily said. "If we are able to access the security cameras, there's a chance we might be able to find a clue."

Carter glanced at Morgan and saw the pain and worry in her eyes, and gently took her hand and squeezed it to reassure her. She squeezed it back to acknowledge his presence.

"Morgan, Harley, and Carter, come with me to my lab. Nat, you reach out to any contacts who may know something. Carol, this is a long shot, but I want you to ask off world allies if they have any clues as well." Tony ordered. "Everyone else start looking around the tower for clues of any sort. If you see anything remotely suspicious, make a note of it."

*Time skip*

Nobody had been able to find a trace of a clue regarding Peter's whereabouts.

Not any of Tony's extensive connections had an idea. Natasha's contacts hadn't heard any chatter about a kidnapping or hostage. Carol came up empty from every person she had asked but that wasn't unexpected.

Morgan had been back to school and Carter was supportive whenever she needed reassurance. But after a month of no news, or leads, she was starting to lose the little hope she had left. Peter would promise her before every mission, that he would come home safe and sound. But this time he hadn't come home. She didn't even know where he had gone.

Harley became fixated on building tracking devices, scanners, homing beacons, anything that could help find his brother. Harley had promised to always help Peter if he was in a pinch, regardless of how annoying he could be sometimes.

Tony had shut himself in his lab to fix FRIDAY and go through everything he could think of that could offer some sort of sign, a clue, a word, literally anything to bring Peter back home. He had invented time travel to bring him back so why couldn't he do something as simple as finding a clue? Peter would probably point out an error in his work that would solve his problem but now that wasn't possible.

Pepper busied herself by concentrating on running Stark Industries. Whenever she got the chance, she would drag Tony and Harley out of their labs to eat meals with her. God knows those two would forget to eat if nobody reminded them that food and water was an essential part of living. Peter would usually take care of that but since his disappearance, she took up the job.

Everyone felt a piece of their family was missing. But nobody said his name out loud, even though everyone thought about him.

It just hurt too much to hear his name knowing that by now he was likely dead. That he was never coming home.

And time would continue to pass, as the pain of losing Peter would too.

Until one day, on a mission, everything changed.

*6 months after Peter's disappearance*

HYDRA had suddenly resurfaced with no warnings whatsoever.

They had set off Tony's alert system designed to warn of threats, and a group immediately suited up. Having HYDRA stirring up trouble was never a good sign, especially since they were supposed to be gone. But as the saying goes, "Cut one head off, two more take it's place."

The team that had gone to check out the threat consisted of the original 6 Avengers as well as Harley, Bucky, Kate, and Wanda. Upon arriving at the location that had set off the alarm, they noticed that another group of people were there as well. One person among them in particular stood out to the OG Avengers. Before anyone could make a move, all the Avengers were suddenly knocked down, and tied up so they couldn't move.

"Hey, I found these guys lurking around. Who are they?" An unfamiliar voice asked.

"Yo-Yo, you can let them go. We're friends. Well, at least most of us are, those three I haven't met. It's alright."

All the OG 6 Avengers felt a cold shock run through their bodies. That voice belonged to someone they thought was dead since the Battle of New York.

"Agent Coulson?" Tony asked in shock.

"It's former Director actually and yes, I'm alive." Coulson replied, as everyone was untied by Yo-Yo.

"There's no way." Natasha said as she stood up. "Fury would have said something sooner. And when were you Director of SHIELD?"

"I'm sorry, Nat, but he meant to keep it a secret from all of you. Me being resurrected." Coulson said with regret in his voice. "Said that if you knew, it would have distracted you from your goal."

"Steve, who is this guy?" Bucky asked in confusion.

Coulson's eyes widened in a very comical way when he noticed who had just spoken.

"Sergeant Barnes. It's an honor to meet you." He said, holding out a hand to shake.

Bucky took Coulson's hand to shake and noticed that his hand was not a real hand.

"Your hand... It's mechanical isn't it?" Bucky asked curiously.

"How much has happened with you since we last saw each other?" Steve asked.

"A lot. And we'll talk about it later after we take care of this HYDRA base. I assume that's why you're all here." Coulson said, gesturing to the other group.

"Yes, well, let's introduce the new members of our teams and then make a plan." Steve said.

Coulson informed his team of the change of plans. Everyone on Coulson's team met up for introductions.

"Daisy Johnson, aka Quake. She has the ability to manipulate natural vibrations as well as generate concussive blasts of vibrating air. Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez. She is able to travel at superhuman speeds within the timeframe of a beat of her heart before she bounces back. Hence the nickname, Yo-Yo. Melinda May, expert martial artist, pilot and empath. Mack, Deke, and FitzSimmons are on the Bus right now. You'll meet them later."

Everyone on Tony's side acknowledged their names and took note of their abilities and powers.

"Ok, for the new faces on our side, we have Barnes, the Winter Soldier, who you already know, Wanda, she's got telekinesis and can read minds, Kate, she's Clint's protege, slash eventual replacement and Harley, my oldest kid, who built his own suit." Tony said, introducing the group.

Daisy leaned over to Yo-Yo.

"Tony Stark has kids?" She whispered.

"How the hell would I know?" She responded. "I'm not the former groupie member here."

Daisy glared half heartedly at her.

"I said it was one time!"

"Not my fault you got drunk and told me that story." She shot back.

"Hey, focus we're not here to argue." May interrupted. "We have a mission."

Everyone quickly formed a plan and they all entered the base.

Yo-Yo ran through the halls to assess the amount of security as well as any potentially dangerous weapons. When she was done, she gave the report to Coulson and Tony so they could split their team accordingly.

"May, Harley, Kate, Captain Rogers, Wanda, and I will be one group. Daisy, Yo-Yo, Nat, Clint, Sergeant Barnes, and Tony will be the other. " Coulson explained. "Dr. Banner will be here on comms just in case. I've synced the signal our comms travel on so we're on the same channel. We're going to be split up, so only call for help if necessary. We have about equal amounts of power on each side, so take advantage of every opportunity if need be. Let's go."

Everyone nodded and headed off with their respective groups to raid the base.

(A/N Tony's team will be written in bold and Coulson's team in regular text to avoid unnecessary writing)

Wanda lead the group through the hallways, with May taking out the first few guards easily. Coulson shot ICER bullets at the ones May couldn't focus on while Harley made sure every guard was unconscious. Cap and Kate ran ahead to scout out the next few corridors and the rest of the group quickly followed.

Daisy knocked down the first wave of guards and Yo-Yo tied all of them up while Nat, Clint, Tony and Bucky advanced deeper into the building. A group of guards wielding batons and handguns immediately appeared in their path, blocking the way. Clint shot arrows into the walls that released smoke to obscure the soldiers vision and aim. Tony took advantage of their disorientated state and used heat signature seeking taser blasts to knock them out.

Cap almost got a punch to the face while he rounded a corner but he leaned to the side, barley avoiding it. Kate quickly rushed in and used the man's momentum to flip him over her shoulder into the wall while Cap recovered and punched another soldier trying to attack Kate from behind.

"Thanks." She said, a bit out of breath.

"No problem. Incoming from both sides, get ready." He replied, standing nearly back to back with Kate.

"You got it, Cap." She said, readying her bow.

He threw his shield at the closest guard while Kate shot multiple electric arrows at the hallway in front of her, effectively creating a bolt of electricity that hit multiple targets. They quickly rotated in sync and they repeated the same attacks as before, with Cap taking out the last of the soldiers in his way and Kate knocking out hers.

Tony watched Yo-Yo as she sped forward to scout the next hallway. He couldn't help but think of Pietro Maximoff, and how similar their powers seemed to be. Of course, Yo-Yo bounced back while Pietro didn't. He just kept going forward and never looked back.

Before he could even blink she had returned to the group.

"There's about a dozen guards outside a set of reinforced double doors." She said. "They're guarding something important."

"That's why we're here though. HYDRA has some weapon or something they plan on using, right?" Daisy asked. "Why else would they have resurfaced?"

"It's never a good sign when there's that much security outside an already pretty secure door." Clint added.

"They couldn't have possibly made anything more dangerous than supersoldiers." Bucky muttered.

"I wouldn't put it past HYDRA to find a way to do it." Nat said. "We got to make a plan. We can't just charge in."

Coulson's group had reached the end of the last hallway on their side. There wasn't anything at all to take as evidence or to destroy.

"It can't just be a dead end." Coulson said in disbelief. "There's gotta be a secret door or something at least."

Harley snorted at his complaint.

"I mean that's would I would have done." Kate said thoughtfully. "There wasn't anything of importance on our side of the base. So it makes sense that there's something we're missing."

Cap walked forward and proceeded to rap his knuckles on the wall.

"Whatcha doing there Cap?" Harley joked. "Hoping the secret door will open if you politely knock?"

Cap had moved to the left wall and knocked on it as well.

"He's checking to see if any of the walls sound more hollow than the others." May interjected. "It's a smart idea. It could reveal a hidden room or passage that isn't visible to the naked eye."

Wanda turned to Harley with a raised brow.

"Hey, can't you scan through walls with your suit? That would make this go a lot faster." She asked sarcastically.

Harley froze and everyone turned to look at him.

"Yeah, that would have made this a lot easier." Coulson said wryly.

"I'll get on it." Harley said sheepishly.

He scanned all the walls around them and eventually started walking in another direction.

"This way. There's a room further this way that I can't see through with the scanner. It seems to be lined with lead, which means x-ray scanners won't do the job. Whatever we need to find must be there." He said.

Everyone quickly followed Harley's lead as he walked down the halls, eventually leading them to where the other group had gathered in front of heavy looking doors. The soldiers that had presumably been standing guard were incapacitated on the floor.

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The entire group was preparing to enter the room they stood in front of. Whatever HYDRA had been working on had to be here. Nowhere else in the building had anything significant and this was the final stop.

The door had a keypad that required a passcode as well as a biometric scan. Of course, they could try using the guards to try to pass the retinal scan but there wasn't any guarantee they had access. Of course, they had to deal with the code as well. Maybe physical force would work.

Tony scanned the door's material and found that it was capable of taking the strongest hit from his and Harley's suit combined.

"All right, does anyone else have any brilliant ideas on how to enter this room?" He asked "I don't have enough firepower for this door."

Coulson turned to Daisy and nodded his head.

"Do your thing." He said.

She rolled her eyes and approached the keypad to the door and forced the device to open, revealing circuit boards and wires.

"What is she doing?" Harley asked in confusion. "I thought she could blast through stuff?"

Daisy took out a small tablet and hooked it to the keypad, quickly typing out code and breaking through the security.

"You're lucky I still carry a tablet, Coulson. We would have been in trouble otherwise."

Tony was impressed and slightly scared of how fast she broke through HYDRA's mainframe of security. He made a mental note to update his security system as well as FRIDAY's firewalls.

After a couple minutes of rapid typing, the door opened with a hiss of cold air.

"Remind me to change all my passwords on my social media." Harley said to his suit's AI.

"All right, lets see what HYDRA has been working on." Coulson announced. "Prepare yourselves for anything."

They walked into the room and immediately, everyone noticed the change of temperature compared to the rest of the base.

FRIDAY informed Tony that it was 10 degrees in the room and understandably, everyone was shivering.

Tony walked a bit further and then stopped suddenly. He felt his blood run colder than the room itself.

Coulson had said to be prepared for anything but he clearly didn't have this in mind of the things he needed to steel himself for.

"Oh my god." Kate whispered. "Is it?"

"Peter?" Harley asked in disbelief.

Tony's son was in the corner of the room, curled up in the fetal position, and unresponsive to the world around him.

"FRIDAY, scan for any vital signs." Tony asked desperately.

"He's got a pulse, but I believe he may be in a comatose state. He is also dehydrated and malnourished."

Coulson's team didn't know who this Peter was, but they knew based on everyone else's reaction that he was someone who had been missing for a long time.

"FitzSimmons, do you read me?" Coulson said into his earpiece.

"Yes sir, what's wrong?" Jemma's voice replied.

"We need you to set up the medbay immediately. Get an IV drip sufficient for dehydration as well as malnutrition." Coulson ordered. "We also need heat lamps, if you got any."

"Right away sir." She replied.

Steve picked Peter up and everyone followed him out of the base, back to safety.

*Time skip to returning to New York*

Morgan had been in the middle of a meeting for student council when her watch buzzed. Although it wasn't unusual for that to happen, this time it was buzzing in a pattern that meant there was an emergency that she could not ignore.

"May I be excused to go to the bathroom?" She asked the teacher, who nodded her approval.

She grabbed the hall pass and made her way to the bathroom and checked to see what the message was.

The message was from Harley and what he had sent broken down the walls of composure she had been building for 6 months.

Morgan, we found Peter. We're almost back to the tower and mom's picking you and Carter up. We'll tell you more when you get here.

She sank to the floor and started to sob.

How was this possible?

Where had he been?

How was he alive?

Was he still alive?

More and more questions ran through her head and she finally calmed down enough to exit the bathroom without looking like she had just had a breakdown. When she walked back into the classroom she was handed a summons to leave early.

She arrived at the attendance office and Carter was already there, waiting for her with Pepper by his side.

They all hugged for a good long while and they all cried a bit before Happy started to drive to the tower to meet up with everyone.

"Mom? Is he alive?" Morgan asked hoarsely.

She was silent for a bit before replying.

"He's alive but he's in a coma of sorts."

"Do we know why?" Carter asked.

"Dad said it was extensive exposure to frigid temperatures and that the spider DNA caused him to hibernate because of it." She answered.

"Do we know when he's supposed to wake up?" Carter questioned.

"I don't know honey." Pepper said honestly. "We have to hope for the best."

Morgan felt her heart sink in her chest as they pulled into the parking garage.

Everyone got out as soon as the car was parked and rushed to the elevator.

"FRIDAY, take us to the medbay where Peter is." Pepper said.

"Right away miss." She replied.

They made it to the medbay in record time and rushed to Peter's bedside, where he was still asleep.

Morgan almost didn't recognize that it was Peter in the bed.

His face was unnaturally pale and gaunt and he had lost weight, his frame looking thinner and weaker because of it. His hair was longer than she had ever seen it before and was tangled in knots. He had multiple bruises scattered around his body that should have been healed.

Tony and Harley walked into the room soon after and Morgan hugged them both extra tightly as she let out months worth of fear and anxiety in the form of tears.

"Shhhh, Maguna, it's ok, he's home." Tony whispered. "Breathe, you have to breathe."

"I thought he was dead." She sobbed into his chest.

"I know, but he's here now, everything's going to be ok." Tony reassured her gently.

Carter and Pepper joined in the hug and they all comforted each other.

Peter was finally home, where he belonged.

And he was about to wake up from his slumber.

"Hello?" a voice said, cracking in the middle of the word. "Where 'm I?"

Harley turned his head towards Peter so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

"He's awake!" He said.

Everyone let go from the hug to gather around Peter's bed.

"Peter, are you ok? How do you feel?" Carter asked.

Peter turned to look at Carter.

"Who're you?" He asked confusedly.

Peter looked at all the people standing by his bed.

"Who are you guys?" He asked. "What am I doing here?"

Everyone's hearts collectively sank at his question.

Peter didn't remember anyone in this room. He couldn't recall his family. What had HYDRA done to him?

"Peter, we're your family." Morgan explained shakily. "I'm Morgan, your little sister. That's Harley, your brother, Carter, my boyfriend. That's mom and dad over there. Don't you remember at all?"

Morgan's voice broke as she asked him that question.

Peter looked at everyone's faces, one by one, trying his best to remember them but he couldn't. His memories were blank with a capital 'B'.

"Maybe photos or videos might help?" Carter offered weakly.

"FRIDAY pull up video footage from the folder, Family Shenanigans."

FRIDAY displayed footage from the timeframe that the Avengers were playing pool in the rec room.

Tony was on a team with Carter and Harley and Morgan were on the other. Peter and Pepper were watching them play from the side.

"Come on Harley, you can do better than that!" Tony teased as he put chalk on his cue stick. "Morgan's been carrying your team the whole game."

"No way, I've hit at least half of our balls in the pockets!" Harley protested, even though he knew he was spouting bullshit.

"I've done two behind the back shots and made them, how many have you done?" Morgan piped in, absolutely decimating Harley, the Roast King himself.

Everyone burst out laughing at her comeback and Tony immediately fell to the floor from laughter and pounded his fist on the ground.

Morgan had never seen her dad laugh so hard at something, let alone everyone else, including Natasha, who usually never let more than a chuckle out when she found something hilarious.

"WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON ANYWAY?!" Harley yelled at her over all the laughter.

"That's my sister!" Peter said proudly, with tears of laughter in his eyes.

Friday played other videos taken during random moments, as well as displaying photos. Everyone took turns explaining what had happened that day and why it was special. Peter asked questions here and there and everyone answered patiently and with extra detail to help.

Eventually, they had gone through the entire folder and Morgan glanced at Peter to see if there was a flicker of recognition at all.

"Do you remember now?" She asked him softly.

Peter had tears in his eyes as he answered.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

Morgan wanted to scream her heart out. He still didn't remember his family. She didn't know if he ever would.

"I've been gone so long, and HYDRA erased my memories. But you guys were able to find me before they could finish the job for good." He said, finishing what he had wanted to say. "I do remember you guys. I can't believe I ever forgot how much everyone here means to me."

Pepper let out a gasp as she nearly tackled him in a hug. Everyone felt a huge weight lift from their shoulders as Peter laughed weakly at everyone's faces.

"Peter, don't you ever scare us like that again!" Harley scolded with tears running down his face.

"That was a shitty thing to do, seriously." Carter said, annoyed but mostly relieved that Peter was back.

"Peter, never forget how much we love you." Tony said, wiping a tear away from his cheek.

"I can't believe you're back." Morgan said, smiling despite the fact she was still crying a bit.

"I'm here, and I won't be leaving you guys like that again." Peter replied. "I mean, I'm bedridden at the moment anyway."

Everyone groaned at his joke before a group hug formed around Peter.

Everything was as it should always have been.

A/N: Here's a little fun fact about this chapter, the part where Morgan roasts Harley is based on something that happened within my family a couple years ago. In my family's version, I was on a team with my cousin and my dad and another cousin were on the other team. The dialogue is basically word for word what happened. I roasted my cousin, and my everyone started laughing, and my dad literally fell to the floor and was pounding his fist on the ground.

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years ago

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How about that AU where single parents Steggy meet because their kids meet each other in Pre-school and seem to recognize each other, and you get Steggy dismantling some horrible institution realizing their adopted from overseas toddlers were twins intentionally split up for 'reasons' and obviously you just gotta live together now man, twins can't be split again, guess we're together. Cause Maximoffs in New York, and Steve vs the hellion that is 4 year old Pietro.

Something tells me that if I apologize for this being long, no one will complain, but anyway: I’m sorry for what I’m about to do and how I butcher this. OP, I love these prompts so much.

“You’re serious?”

Steve is fully aware that he doesn’t even know Peggy and he’s never seen her look more serious. She’s staring at him over the rim of her steaming coffee mug with an expression that says, you’re an idiot. Laid before them are a few folders, binders, and files, the contents spread out. This marked their life together.

The start of their life together.

It was late at night, Wanda was asleep with Pietro, curled up in his bed. The kid insisted she slept in the same bed and wouldn’t be told no and fuck, Steve couldn’t tell Wanda no. Not when she made that cute, little face that knew she’d get whatever she wanted. Besides, they couldn’t tear them apart again. They were toddlers who barely understood the situation. It’s not like the adults were doing much better.

Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Steve let out a loud sigh and tensed. He waited to hear Wanda’s whimpers or Pietro’s groans, but none came. His eyes fell to the stranger before him, wondering how did they miss each other.

“You do understand that this isn’t our fault?” Peggy asks him in a soft tone as if she’s trying to convince herself. She lays her hand on his wrist, the pad of her thumb rubbing over the inside of Steve’s wrist. “We had no way of knowing. None. Even though background checks, I didn’t find anything that said this.”

“Doesn’t mean I feel any less guilty here.” He downed the rest of his coffee like it was a shot and made a face at the coffee grounds sliding down his throat. Ugh. That’s what he gets for a shitty coffee maker. “We didn’t do this but now we have the consequences. How do we repair…four years of that?!”

“Steven.” The way she said his name made him frown at her. He looked like one more surprise news away from a breakdown. Poor guy. He really has been working himself to the ground. “I adopted Pietro when he was three months old. You adopted Wanda when she was two. They were separated for whatever goddamn reason. We both took the kids to give them a better life. How the hell we wounded up meeting is-is fate, is all it is. It’s fate.”

“Reverse Parent Trap.” He muttered under his breath and Peggy snorted, looking utterly embarrassed that she snorted. He deserved that slap to his shoulder. It was odd, how close they felt and barely knew one another. All he knew that she was from England, she now lived in America, and she adopted the twin brother of his daughter. “So what do we do now? We can’t keep them away from one another, that’s fucking torture! We’re lucky they remembered each other. Or had some weird twin connection, hell if I know.”

The man was clearly frustrated and Peggy wanted to soothe him, but she had to keep her head on here. She looked back at the paperwork. The second they’d realized something was odd when she picked up Pietro from pre-K, Steve had rushed home to go get every document he ever had of Wanda and brought it back to her place.

The twins had to have some connection, didn’t they? They recognized one another, had some draw to it. When Steve saw them together, she gasped out loud because they looked so similar and not in the manner little kids do when they’re young. It took a DNA swab test designed by Stark Industries to work in under an hour to confirm their suspicions.

Explaining that the kids were not so much easier. There were endless questions and Wanda’s assumptions they split them up before Peggy had to prove that no they didn’t. It was the people in the hospital. Then Pietro’s declaration that all hospital people were bad and Steve tried to gently explain no they weren’t because sometimes bad, bad mistakes happen. So far, that’s all they could do was chuck this up to mistakes. They weren’t exactly sure. Besides, his ma was a nurse and she wasn’t bad.

“What do we do now?” Peggy mused, taking their coffee mugs and setting them in the sink. She started to clean the table with Steve’s help, carefully organizing everything together. She stared at the photo of Wanda on Steve’s shoulders in front of some museum, then of hers with Pietro on a goddamn child leash because he loved to try to run off. “I think you know. We can be civil about it.”

“Or…” Steve stood up and gently took the binder from her arms. There was a glint in his eyes as he took her hands and gently pressed a few kisses along her fingertips. It’s the boldest he’s been since he arrived at her apartment. “We don’t go about it civil. The first thing you did when you saw me was check out my ass.” Peggy’s ears turning pink told Steve he was right. “We can go about this the right way or…our way.”

If Peggy had anything to say, Steve didn’t hear it. Her lips were on his, his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

“So when is their birthday?” Howard asked, frowning as he watched the toddlers play with the water guns in the kid’s play area of Stark Industries.

Steve hated this. It felt like an interrogation room with the mirrored glass. They weren’t criminals. They were kids. Confused kids. “We don’t know,” he replied, turning to look at Peggy where she was bending over to study some flight plans charted on the table. That was Peggy, alright, newly appointed aviator of Stark Industries, Steve’s girlfriend [God that made him giddy], and an old-fashion soul. She loved computers but loved everything else handheld and on paper, so the charts were easier. “Pegs? Peggy.”

Peggy jumped and turned around, her cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I was double checking my courses. I swear, I didn’t lose that shipment,” she mumbled, still hung up on the situation. “Anyway, yes? What is it?”

“Birthday, Pegs,” Howard rolled his eyes and slid in the rolling chair to the table she was at. He rolled up the chart much to her pouting. “When are their birthdays? If you want me to get their paperwork right and set up properly, I need to know.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he liked Howard Stark. The man was eccentric, a ball of energy. He didn’t know when to sit still and bounced from one side of the room to the next. He was balls to the wall when hyped up about something. But he was Peggy’s friend and boss, so he set his opinions aside to focus on the matter at hand. They couldn’t trust many people with this information, Peggy had asked Howard to design the twins paperwork to reflect that they were twins and family and Steve and Peggy both were their parents.

“We’re unsure. Steve’s paperwork for Wanda says April 19th. Mine says September 12th.” She pursed her lips in thought, her eyes on Steve. A silent conversation passed through them, leaving Howard confused. Her head just ever so slightly nodded. “October 1st.”

If Howard had a complaint, he said nothing. Or at least Steve didn’t hear him because at that point Pietro had cornered Wanda with the water gun. Howard turned back to Peggy with a fond smile. “The guy must really like you. He’s quiet. Thoughtful.” She rolled her eyes at him, causing the genius to smirk. “And no, you didn’t lose the shipment. It was stolen. I got guys working on it.”

“Peggy!” Steve’s voice betrayed the emergency of the situation, causing Peggy to abandon Howard and run straight to the playroom.

She gasped at the sight of Steve held in the air, a screaming Wanda in his arms, surrounded by red energy. The second she got close, Steve fell to the floor on his backside but held a terrified Wanda tightly to him.

“We have a situation,” he groaned to her.

As if their already situation wasn’t tricky enough.

So that’s it.

Steve was married to the wonderful Peggy Carter, aviator for Stark Industries. He was a stay at home father with a pair of twins. Twins separated shortly after their birth and now reunited. Twins with powers. Confusing powers that not even they understood.

Their relationship had changed in a matter of weeks. With the secrecy of everything that happened, they agreed it was best to get married ASAP. Bucky wasn’t too happy about them skipping a wedding and getting to embarrass Steve with a speech but even he agreed.

So that was it then, huh?

Not quite.

Wanda’s powers were difficult to understand and anytime Steve thought he could understand how she manipulated things or levitated them, or controlled minds, he was reminded he barely had control of the situation.

Pietro was almost just as worse with his speed.

They were kids, toddlers at that. Confusing toddlers were bad enough, but toddlers with superpowers? Now that was just a daily headache. They couldn’t control them. Once Pietro sneezed and jolted back all the way through the house and into his bed. He just thought it was fun and showed his mama as soon as she got home.

So what were they supposed to do? The only thing they could.

Move to a bigger home in the countryside. Steve took up being a comic artist, but more focused on stay at homework. Peggy continued her job at Stark Industries because part of her didn’t trust Stark. He knew about the powers but they worried through every test and blood sample that he might betray them. Now that Howard seemed to be that guy but Peggy couldn’t take her chances.

Thankfully Howard’s contacts had come through and they found a teacher, someone named Xavier who could help with the twin's powers. The only problem was, the guy was somewhere overseas and it would be after the new year before he could come to assess the problems. For now, Steve would send him daily updates and Xavier had started to couch Steve through working the twins through some testing or obstacle or stuff.

Their improvement showed and the father couldn’t have been more proud.

All Steve could say was, yes this situation was certainly an odd one. He never thought he’d adopt a child, much less a better half of a twin, a powered twin at that. Never did he thought he’d be with someone the likes of Peggy. A beautiful woman that took no shit and had no problem dishing it back out or putting Steve in his place when he needed it.

He never thought he’d have a successful career as a comic artist or even be a stay at home dad, but here he was.

Here he was in a loving, beautiful home that was chaotic at the best times, with two loving kids who just always wanted a family to belong to. And really, Steve and Peggy had done their both to give it to them.

Life was chaotic but it was good.

It was their life.

One Peggy and Steve had decided they’d carve it out together.

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Modern Steggy #Avaitor Peggy #wanda maximov #peitro maximoff #They're hell beasts but love their parents #Parent Trap Reverse #Steggy Prompt #Nonny Prompt #I hope this is what you wanted #It's 2k

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction| Their s.o overthinks everything

Namjoon

Namjoon could tell something was bothering you by the way you were continuously sighing at your phone. He puts his book down and grabs your phone as well and places them both on the coffee table.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“Do you think my friend is mad at me? They haven’t answered me back in hours.”

“Did you say anything to make them mad at you?”

“I mean I don’t think so.. But I don’t know sometimes I say things without realizing it could be taken the wrong way.”

“Let me see your phone.” You hand it to him and he reads over the conversation. “The last thing you said was ‘yeah I agree!’ Why would they be mad at you for that?”

“I don’t know! I just overthink things sometimes..”

“Why don’t you just ask them if you said anything wrong?” You think it over and realize he’s right. There’s no reason for your friend to be mad but you can’t help but think maybe you did something to annoy them. You text them and ask them, only to have them reassure you that their phone just went dead and they weren’t angry with you at all. You sigh in relief.

“Thank you, Namjoon.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Next time just talk things out. Then you won’t have time to overthink things and worry so much.”

Jin

Your boss had just sent you an email, saying they wanted to have a meeting to discuss your performance at work. As soon as you read over the email you were panicking. How were you supposed to go into work now with these worries going to be constantly on your mind? The meeting wasn’t until after lunch. Jin woke up and saw you staring at your phone, not moving.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” You hand him your phone and he reads over the email.

“I’m going to get fired.”

“What? Why on earth do you think that?”

“How else am I supposed to take it? ‘Discuss my work performance?’ That sounds horrible! Oh gosh what did I do? Did I mess up with a customer? Did I not document something properly?” Jin can see all of the racings thoughts in your head and he sets your phone down on the bed before pulling you to lay back down with him.

“Y/n listen to me. Stop over thinking for a moment.” You turn your gaze on him. “You literally just told me the other day your boss complimented your work and said you were going to go far in the company. Why would they now be firing you?” You let his words sink in for a moment for you relax.

“Okay, you’re right. Sorry. I know I overthink things a lot but I can’t help it.” Jin kisses your forehead and pulls away with a smile.

“Don’t apologize for something you can’t help. Now go get ready and text me as soon as you know what the meeting is for! Maybe they’re going to promote you.” And sure enough he was right. Your boss did offer you a higher position and praised your work. You send Jin a quick thank you text, and he offers to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

Yoongi

Gonna be late getting home tonight. You don’t have to wait up for me.

You read over the message a couples times, wondering if you had done something to annoy him. He was very short with you, no explanation, no idea of when he’d be home. Did you make him angry? Did he need time away from you? The wheels are turning in your head before another text comes through.

I can practically hear the thoughts buzzing around in your head through the phone. Don’t over think, love. I’m just caught up at the studio. I promise I will be home as soon as I can but I don’t want to tell you a time incase its takes longer. I don’t want you to worry.

You smile. He seems to be able to read you so easily and can instantly set your mind at ease with just one simple text.

Okay, Yoongi. I’ll try to sleep but it’s hard for me to go to bed without you.

You trying to make me feel guilty so I hurry home?

Me? I would never. Now who’s the one overthinking things.

You’re something else you know that? I guess I can bring some of my stuff home and work on it.

Yoongi, no. You don’t have to abandon your work for me! I was just teasing you!

I’d rather finish it at home next to you anyway. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.

Hoseok

I am so sorry y/n but I’m going to have to cancel our date tonight. Got caught up at the studio and I can’t leave for a while. The other members need help with the new choreography.

You read over the message and couldn't help the slew of negative thoughts that entered into your head. Maybe he was just tired of you and wanted to break up. Or perhaps he was mad at you for the other day when you accidentally broke his favorite coffee cup. He told you he wasn’t angry, accidents happen. But maybe he really was more mad than he let on? You couldn’t stop thinking about it and found yourself laying in bed staring up at the ceiling the rest of the night wondering if you were going to have to move out and find a new place tomorrow. Your thoughts are interrupted when the bedroom door slowly creaks open.

“Sunshine are you still awake?” You nod your head and Hoseok shuts the door quietly behind him. “Something on your mind?” You shake your head. “Ah now you know I don’t believe you right? I can tell something is bothering you. What’s up buttercup?” You can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. Hoseok sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you up to sit next to him.

“You’re not angry with me are you?”

“Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“You cancelled our date.. is this because of the coffee cup because I can buy you a new one!” Hoseok stares at you wide eyed.

“Wait a minute what? You think I cancelled our date because I was angry about the cup? Y/n you realize that’s ridiculous right?”

“Of course I realize it but I can’t help but overthink things they just won’t stop.” Hoseok sighs and brings you in for a comforting hug, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m not angry with you y/n, I never was. I really did have to stay late for the practice the guys needed my help. I didn’t want to cancel on you, believe me.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Now come with me. I’m all sweaty from practice and I want to relax in the bath with you. We can talk about how I’m going to make up cancelling on you, okay?”

Jimin

Hey, can we talk about something? Can you meet me at the dance studio? I’m stuck at practice but it can’t wait.

You read over the text from Jimin and your mind immediately goes into overdrive. Is he breaking up with you? Surely that must be it. Why else would he say it’s so urgent? He literally can’t stand to be with you for a second longer? The tears are already forming on your face and you try to will them away, only to fail. You take out your phone, hands shaking as you somehow manage to text him back with your vision blurred.

Of course I’ll be there soon.

You think about your relationship over the past year on the way over. You try to pinpoint any moment where you might have done something or said something that would make him not want to be with you anymore. He had been shyer with you lately, moving away from your touches and seemed to be distracted when you hung out together. Which was extremely unusual for him. You continue perseverating on this thought the whole way to the studio. You are on autopilot while you walk into the studio and don’t even realize Jimin is trying to get your attention until you smack into him.

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Had you been? You didn’t even notice. His hands come up to wipe your tears away and you move your head away from him. He drops his hands and his expression falls.

“If you’re going to break up with me can you just do it then? Don’t be so kind to me it’s just going to make things worse.”

“B-Break up with you? What?! Y/n why on earth..”

“Why else would you so urgently need me here to talk?” Jimin furrows his brows at you.

“Ah, jagi you are always overthinking things! I am not breaking up with you! The thought has never crossed my mind!” You look at him in confusion.

“Then why?”

“I want you to move in with me.” Well that was unexpected.

“You.. what now?”

“I have been thinking about asking you to move in with me for a while now but every time I tried to ask I got too nervous, worried you might say no. Jin finally knocked some sense into me and I finally had the courage to ask you so I had to get you here ASAP before I chickened out again.” You can’t help it, you laugh in total relief, letting out all of the stress and worry you had been feeling moments ago.

“Jiminie, my lovely boyfriend, a word of advice. Next time you want to talk to me urgently at least let me know it’s nothing bad okay? God you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Y/n I am so sorry I didn’t even think-” You cut him off by kissing him.

“It’s fine. And I would love to move in with you. Getting to cuddle with you every night? Wake up to your beautiful face? Why wouldn’t I want that?”

Taehyung

“Jagi what’s wrong? You look like you’re worried about something?” You’re sitting on the couch with Taehyung trying to watch a movie, however your mind is elsewhere and you can’t even remember the name of the movie you’re watching.

“It’s nothing Taehyung. I’m fine. I promise.”

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. What’s the name characters name then?”

“Uh... Jennifer?” Taehyung bursts out laughing.

“No sweetheart, not even close.” He turns the TV off and grabs you by your hips to shuffle you closer to him. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just.. I don’t know I can’t help but overthink things you know that.”

“And what are you thinking about? Maybe I can set your mind at ease?”

“Well, we’ve been together for a while now right?”

“Yes.. almost a year. And what a wonderful 11 months it’s been with you.”

“I just.. I don’t know my friend said a lot of relationships fail at the one year mark or right before and I can’t help but worry. What if you get sick of me? What if you want someone better? Someone who’s also famous and understands you and your work? What if-” Your cut off with his lips on yours.

“Stop saying those things y/n. I’m going to have to have a talk with your friend for putting such ridiculous thoughts in your head. I am never going to leave you. I love you so much. If anything I worry you’ll get tired of me and my clinginess.”

“I would never! I love how affectionate you are it makes me happy.”

“And that’s the exact same way I feel about you too, lovely. You don’t have to worry at all. I am not going anywhere. You got me for life.” He says with a smile. He leans in to peck your lips again, this time lingering for a little bit longer. All your thoughts and worries immediately went out the window.

“Thank you, Tae.”

Jungkook

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, angel?”

“Just overthinking things again.”

“What about?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it, because it’s just going to make me think about about it more... And I’m trying to stop doing that.” You let out a sigh. Jungkook settles in close to you on the bed, snuggling against your side. It makes you smile.

“I can help keep your mind off of it if you want?”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Okay come here. Lay down on me.” Jungkook pats his chest and you don’t hesitate to cuddle into him. You feel fingers running through your hair while his other hand lightly trails up and down your back. You relax instantly. A kiss is placed to the top of your head and suddenly he’s singing softly to you.

“Thank you, Kook. You truly are the angel though in this relationship you know?” He giggles at that.

“I don’t know about all that.”

“Shh, don’t argue with me. You’re an angel and that’s final.” He chuckles again under his breath.

“Alright, love. Whatever you say.” He continues singing to you and within moments you are fast asleep, troubles and worries completely forgotten.

#bts reaction #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts #kim namjoon #rm #kim seokjin #jin #min yoongi #suga #jung hoseok #park jimin #jhope #kim taehyung #v #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook

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babydust-journey · 3 years ago

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Hello there!

A lot of people close to me always tells me I need to “blog” my journey that it will help clear my head. First let me introduce myself! My name is Heather and I’m 37 from Grovetown Georgia. I am happily married to my best friend Tonya for over 4 years now. Now let me tell you about my step children and blow your mind with our dysfunctional functioning family. I have 2 step daughters with Tonya (Laura 25 & Savannah 19) I have been in their lives years before Tonya and I got married because we were friends for over 10 years before we took it to the next level. I also have 2 more step children (Joshua 19 & Haven 13) now this is where the fun begins. Haven and Joshua belong to my ex girlfriend Natalie. Natalie and I have been in each others life some way or another for 22 years. She was my first love and also my worst mistake ever. I moved to Florida to be with her and the kids turning my life upside down just to get heartbroken and shattered. Lying, cheating, betrayal and a long distance affair will do that! But even after everything I was blessed with the kids and they are still a very big part of my life. Tonya helped pick me up off the ground and one of the first things I said to her before I even considered taking our friendship to the next level was that I wanted a baby in the future! Now I have what I like to call “hostile ovaries” and unfortunately can not conceive. She has already had 2 kids so she would be the one having to carry the baby if she shared the same goals as me. It was amazing to find out that she also wanted another baby so we knew once the time was right we would try for a bundle of joy. We got married and started to build our future and get to a place where we could start expanding our family. Of course nothing goes as planned in my life and we hit our first big road block in December 2017 when Tonya had a pulmonary embolism (2nd one she has had). It was scary and something I don’t wish on anyone to have to experience. She found out that she has a rare blood clotting disorder and has to take blood thinners and had a filter placed inside of her. I was just thankful she was alive! Months after that we started to bring up the baby idea and she went to her hematologist and he informed us that it would not be safe for her to carry a child due to her condition and the blood thinners. We were defeated but I wasn’t going to give up on my dream. I let the dust settle and just lived our lives. Everything happens for a reason and I just needed to be patient, boy I hate that statement because that is what everyone tells me!

A year passed by and I saw on Facebook that an old friend of mine was pregnant and wanted to give the baby up for adoption. I jumped right on it and sent her a message. I mean it was no secret that we wanted a baby. After a month or so of us talking she finally told us that we could adopt her baby girl. I was so happy that I cried tears of joy. We decided to name the baby Phoebe and started to prepare for her arrival. We met with a family lawyer to go over what we needed to do to adopt the baby. Home studies, paper work and of course lots of cash was what we needed! The mother of the child met with our lawyer 2 times and did her paperwork. Tonya and I told our family and friends the great news because the baby would be here quick because she was already pretty far along. We painted the nursery and that was everything I ever dreamed of. See I never had a baby all of my step children were older. Haven was 3 when Natalie and I got back together for the 2,000th time (and she made it clear she wanted no more children and like and idiot I settled). So I have always wanted to experience everything from baby showers, decorating, just everything. We started to buy all the essentials and before you know it our nursery was done! I was getting my baby and my life would be complete!! I made sure the mother was taken care of anything she needed I would make sure she had. It was about a month before the baby was due that our lives were turned upside down. We were told by the mother of the baby that the father would sign over his rights. He has not been there and our lawyer started to paperwork for him to sign. I will never forget that day, the day my heart broke. I was visiting my buddy in prison so I did not have my cell phone on me. I got out of visitation and turned on my phone in the car. I had over 40 texts from my wife and they all said the same thing “Call me ASAP 911″. I freaked out and called her and that's when she hit me with the news “the father is not signing his rights over, we will not be adopting the baby”. What are you talking about???? We have everything ready for Phoebe and our baby shower is next week. Lets just say I didn’t speak the whole way home and I was devastated. I took a leave of absence from work because I just didn't know how to deal with it. Sitting in my house was horrible looking at all the baby stuff and knowing upstairs was the perfect nursery and it would be empty. I just wanted to hide in a hole and never come out.

I have never felt so much pain and I honestly didn't know how I would pull myself out of the darkness. Then one day Tonya came home from work and told me she needed to talk to me. So we sat down and talked and she told me that a friend of her named Ashley has reached out and said she wanted to be our surrogate. My jaw dropped and I didn't know how to react. Honestly I didn't know if I could trust it. Surrogates are expensive and I remember looking at her and saying there is no way we can afford one. Just like we looked into adopting a newborn and almost passed out. “She is not going to charge us she wants to help”. Yeah ok!! I looked at her like she was crazy. She told me to reach out to her and her wife Jackie and talk to them. So I did and was expecting to be let down. I talked to them for hours and that turned into days and couldn't believe how great they were. They wanted to help us with our dreams no strings attached. She was pregnant at the time so that meant we had to wait our turn and I was ok with that. Now we had to find a donor and another friend of mine stepped right in. She said her husband wants to be our donor because she has seen what we went through. How amazing is that??? There are still some good people left in this world. I was floored that people would be willing to help us. Ashley had the baby and we waited till the time was right and it was safe. The only problem was she lived about 4 hours away so trying to get her and the donor together at the same time during her ovulation was hard. After a couple of tries with him we went back to the drawing board and Ashley had another donor for us. Its now early 2021 and all I do is think baby thoughts and kept hearing

“your time will come”. We tried a few more times and nothing but negative tests. I told myself I would not give up hope and would be positive.

So, now you have the cliff notes version of why I am here. Its time to document our journey and my thoughts throughout. I am going to be honest here and not sugar coat anything. This is MY blog and if there is something you do not like or approve of then hit the X in the corner!!

Much Love, Heather

#infertility #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtfamily #babydust

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pop-culturereference · 4 years ago

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as long as i’m reflecting you

Summary: “I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet. I'm you, Hawks."

@hawksweek2020 day 1: Cliché

If you’d rather read on ao3 (or if you want to read my long rant in the chapter notes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/27203351

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Gen

Rating: G

Characters: Hawks, Dabi

Dabi towers over Hawks as he lies there, helpless, blue flame licking greedily at his face and wings. He can feel himself shriveling under the heat, but perhaps the worst part is this:

Takami Keigo.

Dabi knows his name. Dabi knew all along what Hawks was doing there, knows more than even his friends do—his name.

Hawks panics at the sound of Dabi’s boots crunching on the broken shards of his visor—He can’t die here! The battle is far from over, and he’s the only hero ready and equipped to deal with the aftermath. There’s not much Hawks can do, at this point, but he does have one option. Dabi needs time between using his quirk in order to recover. Use conversation, distract him, draw him in. In Hawks’s experience, villains never pass up a chance to gloat and throw their self-righteousness in everyone’s face. Get a villain talking about themself, and they won’t shut up. Even closed-off Dabi will likely blab his life story, thinking Hawks is about to die. It’s worth a shot.

“The only members of the League I found nothing on were you and Shigaraki. I found everyone else’s background, their families—but for you, I couldn’t even find a name. Who are you?”

Dabi sets a foot on Hawks’s back, leans his weight into it. Hawks pushes himself up with his hands as much as he can to prevent his ribs from snapping. He’s miscalculated. Dabi will keep his secrets over his ego. Hawks accepts his death even as he fights and pushes against it; he can’t die, but he’s going to, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s expecting Dabi to burn him to death right there, and he’s already bracing himself and gritting his teeth against the heat. He is not expecting Dabi to crouch down, one foot still on Hawks’s back, and whisper:

“I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet.” There’s a warm huff of laughter on his ear that has Hawks cringing away, then— “I’m you, Hawks.”

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Hawks wakes up to the horrible smell of antiseptic solution and the annoying tug of compression sleeves on his leg hair. Then, of course, the swoop of vertigo that speaks of some Pretty Heavy Anaesthesia. He tries to cough the smell out of his mouth, but is met with a sore throat—more than sore, actually. It’s like someone’s taken literal sandpaper and dragged it down his entire esophagus. He gags, tries to sit up, is hit off balance by the vertigo, and promptly throws up over the side of the bed.

He leans back against his pillows and wallows in the agony his stomach acid has raked over his poor, abused, sandpapered throat.

“Can I get you anything?” asks a nurse holding a bucket. Oh, good. He’d vomited into a bucket and not all over the hospital floor.

Hawks gestures frantically to his throat with a plea in his eyes that the nurse hopefully interprets as “water,” or “cough drop,” or even, “please just slit my throat and put me out of my misery.”

The nurse hands him both water and cough drops. Hawks’s eyes water with gratitude. Well, either that or pain. Maybe both.

“Sorry, man,” says the nurse as he reaches to adjust Hawks’s blanket. “They had to do surgery on your wings, and you had a breathing tube.”

Hawks croaks in horror. “Wings!?”

“They’ll be all right. You also had some skin grafts for the burns.”

Burns. Dabi. I’m you, Hawks.

“Phone,” he demands urgently.

With his miraculously only-slightly-singed phone in his hands, Hawks shoos the nurse away and starts tapping and typing with frenzied vigor.

His google search shows him an article spotlight on him, featuring an interview with Tokoyami, who apparently saved him. Good kid, that Tokoyami. It also shows him that there were minimal casualties and that apparently the UA students were spearheading the clean-up and rebuilding of the battleground. Okay. Okay. Good, good. All of it good.

Now, what he really wants to know: Dabi.

To: VP HPSC:

get me every pic i ever sent u of dabi highest res possible asap

also the cam footage of lov hideout

To the number he’d found on Google for the news network he saw at the raid:

Hi, this is Hawks. I saw your news logo at the fight in Reika. I was wondering if you could send me any footage you managed to get of the villains. Thank you. Here’s a selfie for proof it’s me.

To: Dabi (Villain):

hey ik its a bit of a long shot but like i would love an explanation thanks xoxo <3

He knows Dabi’s claim is ridiculous. He knows, all right? What he’s actually hoping to find is some connection to Endeavor. There’s definitely something familiar about Dabi, and that, paired with the fire quirk, could explain it.

The first replies he gets are the pictures and footage from the Commission. Hawks zooms in and examines Dabi’s hair. He always knew it was dyed.The roots come in a lighter color, which would make his hair look perpetually greasy if it laid flat; but instead, it makes his spiky hair look just the slightest bit detached from his head. As he looks at the pictures, he’s surprised to realize that he was already biased toward his Endeavor explanation in his head: he was thinking Dabi’s hair was white, like the color of Todoroki Shouto’s ice side, from whoever was Endeavor’s wife. Closer scrutiny shows that it’s actually a dark blond, like Hawks’s own hair.

That doesn’t mean anything, though.

Dabi’s aesthetically stapled under-eye bags are right in the spot where Hawks has his natural eye markings.

The one picture he managed to find of Dabi shirtless (It’s okay, Hawks reminds himself. I’m a creep with a noble cause. It was for the intel) shows that the stapled purple skin covers the part of his back where Hawks has his wings. If Dabi had wings and they were removed, purple skin grafts or whatever those were would cover up the evidence quite nicely.

And… what Hawks learned during the raid. Dabi’s weakness is his own quirk. Fire. That’s Hawks’s own biggest weakness. That’s almost too much to be a coincidence…what if…?

As he’s looking over the Commission’s images, he almost drops his phone in surprise because Dabi (Villain) texts him back.

Every intelligent thought in his head evacuates in favor of wtfwtfwtfwtf.

It’s a selfie—a close-up of Dabi’s face, right behind a hand that’s flipping him off. It’s just the puzzle piece that he needs, because the small gleam of light catches on the telltale glint of a contact lens, and Hawks can see where the edge of the blue goes lighter where it’s not covering the colorful iris underneath—Dabi’s eyes aren’t actually blue. And, what Hawks has always thought of as edgy eyeliner looks suspiciously similar to his other eye markings.

Another quick text to: Pres HPSC, VP HPSC:

i dont have any sort of long lost twin brother right??? or like an evil clone or smth??

Almost instantly, he receives a No.

It should be a relief, but his mind’s still going haywire. Dabi…is him? He is Dabi? Dabi is Hawks? Does Hawks is Dabi who? Shut up, brain, you didn’t connect shit. It Dabi, Takami Keigo Dabi Hawks… if Hawks? Who Takami Dabi… he…

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Maybe I shouldn’t try thinking when I’m high on painkillers, he thinks when he wakes up.

As he looks around, he realizes he’s been moved to a more long-term room. Instead of curtains, it has a door, and there’s a TV and a nightstand. His phone is dead and he’s not about to call the nurse to come plug it in for him, so he switches on the TV instead, not sure how much he can trust his conclusions on the outcome of the raid if he convinced himself that he was somehow Dabi in the same 10-minute timespan.

The first thing that shows up on the news channel is a report about Hawks, and he’s greeted with the atrocious selfie he took to prove his identity to the news channel. His hair is a devastated battleground and missing completely on his burned side, he’s covered in gauze and medical tape, and his smile looks half-crazed. What was he thinking?

“Hawks is recovering in an unknown hospital, but he looks to be well. The real question is, will the Number Two Hero still be able to charm without half of his famous wind-swept hair?”

“I don’t know, Motome-san. Let’s look at some footage of the battle. I’m sure any lady—or gentleman—would be charmed by someone willing to go so far to protect them.”

Hawks rolls his eyes and scowls, but doesn’t turn off the TV. If they show his fight with Dabi—if he could get a quick glimpse of him—he could turn off the idiot switch in his brain that won’t shut up.

Instead, what he sees is a streak of red that flies into Dabi’s hand. That’s one of his feathers. Dabi controlled one of his feathers. Dabi has control of Hawks’s Fierce Wings.

To hell with his pride! Hawks repeatedly jams the help button on the side of his bed, and a nurse arrives soon after, out of breath. Hawks feels a little bad for scaring the poor man, but he needs to charge his phone. As soon as it turns back on, he sends out the text to almost every single one of his contacts.

Hi all, this is Hawks. I’ve figured out the identity of the villain Dabi. It should help you lure him out and take him down. DABI IS ME. Text me with any questions. Go after him with fire, if you can.

Within three minutes, Hawks has rejected 7 calls. Text me with any questions, he said. Not call. He won’t be speaking with his sandpaper throat for at least the next month if he has anything to say about it.

Someone with enough manners finally texts instead of calls. It reads: omw to kill you right now. should have finished the job last time.

Oh, shit. Did he really send that message to Dabi?

Yeah. He did.

SOS this is not a joke, he sends to the HPSC. Dabi just texted me says he’s going to kill me right now. i’m in the hospital, can’t fight. PLEASE send someone

He answers the next call from Pres HPSC. “Can’t talk,” he rasps and tastes blood on his tongue. The president talks to him and he gives one tap for yes, two taps for no.

“Do you really want us to send someone?”

One tap.

The president sighs. “Hawks, as soon as you can speak, I expect the most thorough, detailed, in-depth report you’ve ever given in your life.”

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With Hawks’s warning, they capture Dabi easily enough. He shows up at the hospital directly and comes face-to-face with Endeavor, who, knowing about his weakness to fire, easily takes him down.

When Hawks visits Tartarus a month later to interrogate Dabi, he wonders how he ever missed it. Without the dye and the contacts, there’s no denying that Dabi is Hawks. He’s left wondering, though.

“Why did you text me at the hospital that you were on your way to kill me? I immediately got Endeavor there. I thought you were a little smarter than that.”

Dabi just shrugs, his newly-regenerated red feathers rustling with the movement. “Obviously not. I am you, after all.”

#hawksweek2020 #hawks #it's a day early but im pretty busy tmrw so i;m posting it now #this is so so stupid. extremely stupid.#WHY did i use so many italics they are a PAIN #here it is. the dumbest thing i've ever written.#and ive written some pretty dumb things in my decade on this hellsite #the only thing i will ever name with a song lyric #bnha #manga spoilers

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tsarinastorm · 4 years ago

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Old Wounds, New Roommates-Adam Sackler/Reader-Chapter 2

Chapter 1

ONE YEAR AND SIX MONTHS AGO

Ever since your hookup with Adam, he’s texted you every day, and you had had another intense fucking sessions. You had thought things were going well, but tried not to think too much into it. He was clearly a damaged soul that was processing a lot lately. He had went from some girl before Hannah to Hannah to some other girl back to begging for Hannah back to Jessa to you. That’s why you were surprised and tried to act nonchalantly when he informed you of his ‘feelings’ one day.

“I like you, I really like you. I never thought I could feel like this again but with you I feel it.” He tells you while holding your hand to his chest, his eyes never leaving yours. He was looking at you with such adoration, you fell for it. He then insisted on taking you on a real date, you reluctantly agreed.

Now sitting at the restaurant, he’s already twenty minutes late. The waiter keeps coming to your table to ask if you need anything. More wine is definitely needed. You’re giving him ten more minutes then you’re leaving. You scold yourself because you should have never expected anything from him. Furthermore, you were growing furious because you were normally the one in control of your relationships and here you were getting played. You knew better.

It had been three weeks since Adam stood you up and he never had the decency to shoot you a text with an explanation…

*******

PRESENT

A lot had changed since your debacle with Adam Sackler over a year and a half ago. Now, you had two best-sellers under your belt, granted they were closer to memoirs based on your life. You wrote them to joke and parody your own life. It wasn’t your best work, but you were still happy that they were published under a pen name. Your next venture was historical fiction, and writing history books, your true passion. The novels brought you enough cash to pay off a majority of your student debt, and pay for your travels. You had spent most the past year doing promotional work around the world then leisurely travel. Either way, it burnt through your bank account fast.

At the moment you were crashing at a friend’s apartment with your dog, Salem, and cat, Olive, joining you while your belongings were still in storage. You had given yourself a week to find a place. It was proving to be difficult: you needed a roommate because you would become depressed living on your own, and you didn’t want to live in Manhattan, and you had a limited budget at the moment. To add to the problems, most of the potential roommates were not roommate material. You were near your breaking point, something had to give.

On top of everything you already had going on, you were almost ran over by Adam Sackler on a bike. Talk about a blast from the past. You couldn’t deny that he looked even better than you remembered: his hair was now slightly longer and he was even more toned. He also threw out there that he and his girlfriend broke up pretty quickly in your conversation. He was your biggest mistake: you shouldn’t have gotten attached and you shouldn’t have let him play you like that. Now all was left of your feelings for him was a burning rage, and deep down below that, a desire for him.

You walk into Ray’s coffee shop to re-caffeinate and catch up with him. As you wait in line, you notice that Adam is there near the register. You really can’t a catch a break lately. You order your usual and do your best to ignore Adam. Luckily, Ray keeps the conversation going.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s the apartment and roommate search going?” Ray asks as he hands your coffee. You take it and decide to let it cool, you needed caffeine but it wasn’t worth the mouth burn.

“Horrible. You should see some of the options.” You admit and settle near the register. There’s not a line so you standing there it shouldn’t disturb much. You can tell that Adam’s purposefully eavesdropping on your conversation. Typical. Shouldn’t he be worried about his own acting gigs, or one of the many exes or future exes you’re sure he has around.

“Why don’t you wanna live alone again?” Ray ponders as he cleans the counter top, before leaning on it with his elbows. Ugh, this again. You have to remind people how screwed up you are, how much you’ve screwed up your life.

“Because I’m miserable living alone, and it’s better for me to split rent at the moment.” You’re silently praying that Ray takes the hint and drops the topic. You’d prefer not to talk about it at all, let alone in front of the banes of your life: Adam Sackler. Ray however, is not dropping it, instead he focuses in on one of comments.

“Wait, did you fly through your profits already?” Ray gives you a judging look that resembles a scowl. You feel like you’re being scolded by one of your parents. You roll your eyes as you answer.

“Yeah between paying off my student debt and traveling, it went by pretty fast.” You grind your teeth, a bad habit, and give him a stern look in return. Hopefully, he’ll get the hint this time. To your surprise and chagrin, it’s Adam who chimes in next.

“I have an extra room you’re welcome to it. I just redid it.” He turns toward you now, both you and Ray stare at him shocked. Adam then continues sipping on his drink like nothing happened.

“You serious?!” Ray shouts, and you add in with, “What?”

“I added on, it’s a nice bedroom and has its own bath. You can stay there. The rent is fixed for me so the price shouldn’t be a problem.” The initial reaction is: fuck no, you would leave the city and go move in with your parents before you’d move in with Adam. Then, you thought that Adam was better than most of the roommate options you had met so far. He might be your last choice, but then again, you’re at your last choice.

“Can I see the room before I make a decision?” You ask, because knowing Sackler the room could either be very nice or it could be a total disaster. There was little room for middle ground with Sackler. Also you’re curious if the place looks as disheveled as it did the last time (one other time) you were there. If so, you would need to do a thorough cleaning before moving in.

“Oh I have a dog and cat, is that okay?” You think that the apartment will have to be pet-proofed. Adam runs his hands through his hair before nodding saying, “That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Wait, are you really considering this? Have you lost your fucking mind?” Ray puts his hands up in the air, and waits for you tell him that you’re joking, that this is some kind of joke. Your face stays serious because you definitely need some place to live ASAP. You ignore Ray and keep your eyes on Adam.

“Ya, want to go now?” Adam asks as he motions his head in the direction of the door.

“Yeah.” You gather up your bag and your coffee, prepared to go. Adam heads out the door, waits for you by the doorway, and you’re right behind him. Ray gives you an incredulous look and you explain, “I want to see if there are proper floorboards.”

“Why would the floorboards matter?” Ray asks before he turns back to cleaning the counter or whatever he’s doing.

“In case I end up having to hide a body…” You joke but it’s the truth, it might end up being reality. If you weren’t desperate you wouldn’t even consider living with Adam: it was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

****

When you get to the apartment, after a one-sided conversation with Adam on the walk over, you’re surprised that it’s cleaner than last time. Apparently, Adam is a nervous talker, and can actually clean on occasion. The apartment isn’t as well kept as when Ray was living there but you could live with it.

“Your room is back here.” Adam leads you back through the hallway, and you find yourself checking out his book collection. You also notice that the yellow sofa hasn’t left even though it should probably be retired.

“My maybe room.” You correct him as you follow him. Of course the apartment smells like him and it brings back memories that you’d prefer to forget even though they’re sketched in your memory. When you walk into the added room, you can’t help but let out a sharp inhale as you take it all in. It’s stunning, and surprisingly roomy for New York.

“This is actually nice, did you do all of this?” You head into the bathroom, which has a new shower with tub, and a sink with decent counter space. In New York there was never enough space unless you were a billionaire, but you could see yourself living here. Though you might have to wear noise-cancelling headphones and blinders to avoid your roommate.

“Yeah, I like to do this kind of stuff.” Adam answers, downplaying his craftsmanship. When you walked back into the bedroom, you notice that the walls are still white, and not painted. Adam breaks your train of thought by asking, “What do you think?”

He waits for your answer, and you can tell he’s waiting for you to rip into the place. You turn to look at him, placing your hands on your hips. You tell him, “I have only one question: can I paint it?”

Adam gives you that goofy smile that you’ve always been fond of, before agreeing, “Yeah no problem. Just preferably not hot pink or some shit like that.”

And just like that, you’re going to be roommates with a former fuck buddy, who stood you up and played you in the past. Maybe Ray was right, maybe you had lost your damn mind.

******

The new living situation was tempestuous at best. Adam had a habit of being a slob and leaving glasses of milk around the apartment at all hours. Then, there was the case of his tools which were quickly spreading throughout the common areas of the apartment. The worst was the nights: he was in and out all night, up and down. You had to get up and be productive and he should be too but apparently he preferred to live like the struggling artist.

You were hoping that tonight would be different: he might go to bed at a decent hour like the rest of civilized society. All of those hopes crashed when you heard a woman’s voice talking on the other side of the wall. This was not going to be a fun night, at all.

“Do you like my cock, you fucking whore?” You hear Adam ask on the other side of the wall.

“I really like your cock,” you hear the unknown woman answer back.

You roll over to your side, and turn up the volume of your headphones. That works for a short period of time because soon you can hear the bed hitting the wall. The bed’s hitting the wall to the point it’s making your own headboard rattle from the vibrations. You try in vain to knock against the wall, hoping they’d get the hint. Sadly, it doesn’t even phase them.

Then, the moaning and screaming starts. Adam is groaning and grunting, while his companion is screaming his name like a chant. This continues for several moments until the woman says, “Adam, fuck, I’m cumming.”

“Fuck, fuck where do you want me to cum?” You hear Adam say, followed by a response, “Cum outside.”

“You’d like that, huh, for me to fucking cover you in my cum?” The woman moans something intelligible back that you can’t discern. After a few thrust that you hear through the wall, it’s over as you hear Adam let out a guttural moan. Now, you just hope that it was a one round night, and hope that the girl doesn’t stay the night.

Round two did happen, loudly, and right when you had just gotten to sleep. You did think that you heard the girl leave earlier, and did not want to ever encounter whoever she was. You would however make sure Adam knew how you felt. Some people actually have to wake up in the morning have some semblance of a routine. You put the food in Salem’s and Olive’s respective bowls then pour yourself a cup of extra strong coffee and make a bowl of cereal.

Adam comes out of the room as if on cue. He’s only wearing a pair of black briefs, and you can’t help but ogle him just a little bit. He was toned and in shape when you met him, but now he’s built like Adonis, and his longer hair only adds to the likeness. You stop yourself from admiring his bulge, you already know what his dick is like, and know what he’s like in bed: mindblowing.

That thought process reminds you that you’re still pissed that his escapades kept you up all night. You wait to say something when he’s sat down across from you and eating his own cereal.

“Did you have fun fucking the Banshee last night?” You ask as you sip your coffee. Shock goes across his face, he looks embarrassed for a moment then he covers it with cool arrogance.

“I did…thanks for your concern.” He answers. His cool, smug demeanor pisses you off more. Not only did he keep you up all night having to listen to him to fuck, now he has the nerve to pretend it’s no big deal.

“I could tell. I could hear it. You can keep it down, no one wants to hear a porno being made.” You tell him sternly, squinting your eyes at him, and then getting up to put your cup in the sink. You put in there loudly, to exaggerate your frustration.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.” Adam has the nerve to say as you begin retreating into your room. His comment makes you halt and stalk back into the kitchen.

“Ha! Why would I be jealous? Have you forgotten I’ve already been on that ride?” You cock your head to the side and cross your arms. Adam is looking at you with eyes that are a hot amber, he’s trying to provoke you. You see his jaw twitch in frustration to your comment.

“Which is why you know you’re missing out. You miss me fucking your brains out.” Adam stands and is invading your personal space. You’d almost forgotten how much taller he was than you. You hadn’t forgotten what kind of sexual chemistry you had, the chemistry has now turned to tension as your eyes stay locked on one another’s. You wanted to punch him, stay away from him, but you also want to kiss him, to fuck him so hard that he’s absolutely wrecked.

Instead, you provoke him by hitting him where you know it will hurt.

“Uh no…it wasn’t that good.” You know there are three possible results from what you just said. One, you’ll hate each other even more. Two, you’ll end up fucking right here and now. Or three, a combination of one and two. Adam’s eyes darken and his brow furrows as he takes a step closer to you.

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam driver #adam sackler x you #hbo girls

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sunmoonandeddie · 6 years ago

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best friend’s fuck buddy

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,255

summary: Bucky is really bad at dealing with feelings. Like, ‘I’m gonna fuck my teammate who happens to be your best friend to try to ignore my feelings for you’ kinda bad.

chapter warnings: Some h*ckin’ words. Mentions of sex.

a/n: So like. Saw a post today that said “yeah sex is great but have you ever been in love” and this just kinda blurted it out. Just something quick and fun. Let me know what you think!

“We can’t keep doing this.” James sat on the edge of the bed, biting his lip as he stared down at the floor. The room still smelled of sweat and sex and Natasha’s perfume and he just… couldn’t do it anymore. He’d dragged his briefs back on the second they were finished as guilt overtook him.

And it was ridiculous. Because he was single as shit and therefore, he had every right to sleep with a hot woman, even if he wasn’t necessarily attracted to her. Sure, he could appreciate Nat’s whole… aesthetic, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

She wasn’t who he craved. She wasn’t who he had been imagining under him just minutes before.

And her name definitely hadn’t been the one that had fallen from his mouth just seconds before.

“We’re really going to do this right now?” Natasha asked as she slipped out of the bed. She pulled on a large t-shirt—Bucky was sure it was Steve’s at one point, but the girls on their little team had a habit of stealing everyone’s shirts to sleep in—and a pair of shorts. She raised her eyebrows at him, and after realizing he was serious, said, “I guess it’s only fitting, since you moaned the wrong name while being balls deep inside of me.” At his flustered look, she smirked. “At least give me a minute to clean up.”

“Natasha,” he said slowly, watching as she moved to the bathroom attached to his room, as flashbacks of another life came to mind. Memories of late-night trysts when they were both in HYDRA’s chains. The 90s had been a wild time for the both of them.

But it never meant anything. It was always driven by the need to feel something, even if it was just someone else’s skin in a situation that didn’t involve getting rid of a body. Raw lust clouded both of their minds and the sex that happened was primal, urgent.

Kind of like it was now.

Granted, they had much more time to fuck now, but it was still just a way to get rid of tension. Like an extra workout.

“Bucky,” the redhead replied in a slightly mocking tone as she came out of the bathroom, tying her hair up. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t worry. I knew what this was when we started up this whole thing again. I was under no illusion that it was any different than when we first met.”

And that still made him feel like shit because back in the 40s, he hated guys like him. He might’ve gone on a lot of dates and slept with a few, but he never kept a girl around just to fuck. He’d never used someone like that before. But Natasha had made it easy to do exactly that, because she was doing the same thing to him. She had definitely been avoiding her feelings for a certain green monster, though she’d never admit it.

“Stop it with the kicked puppy look,” she said with an eyeroll. “Y/N might find it cute, but not me.”

His cheeks went a dark red as he stared down at the floor. He knew there was no need trying to pretend that he didn’t have feelings for you. That had gone out the window the second he moaned your name.

“You’ve really got it bad for her, huh?” Nat laughed as she observed the man in front of her. He was the world’s deadliest assassin—behind her, of course—and all it took was a girl to bring him to his knees. “Are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell her what?” He asked, rubbing his hands on his briefs nervously.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t play stupid. It doesn’t suit you.” She walked over to him, resting her hand on his arm. “Bucky, if you care about her as much a I think you do, you need to tell her.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, guilt clouding his mind. Nat and him had been through a lot together, and it felt disrespectful, ending things because he was in love with another woman. Her best friend, of all people.

And she just laughed again, already reaching for the door. “I’m not jealous of her, Buck. Really.” She turned back to look at him, her green eyes glimmering in the dim light. “Y/N is one of my best friends, and one of the best people I know. If she makes you happy, you need to go for it.”

He stared at her with those puppy eyes of his again, though he wasn’t even aware that he was doing anything. “What if I ruin her?”

“Ruin her?”

“Yeah,” he said with a scoff as he tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. “She… She’s this… good person. Like you said, one of the best, and I…” The look in his eyes broke her heart a little. “I’m me.”

“Bucky,” she said slowly, letting out a huff. “You’re a good person, too, you know. You deserve someone who love’s you just as much as anyone else.” She chuckled, the sound reverberating through the otherwise silent room. “Maybe more than anyone else.” Nat turned back to the door, opening it. But she paused and glanced back towards him once more. “Don’t push her away just because you’re scared.”

And then she was gone, the door shutting behind her with a soft click.

Bucky fell back onto his bed with a groan. He even went as far as grabbing a pillow, holding it to his face, and screaming into it. It didn’t help, though he supposed trying it meant something, whatever it was. Steve was big on that, telling him that trying was always better than not trying. Even if it was something as stupid as screaming into a pillow.

He had avoided it for so long, the feeling in his chest, but Nat’s words just made it all the more real.

He was completely, stupidly in love with you.

He was so in love with you that he couldn’t even fucking orgasm without thinking of you, no matter how icky and creepy it made him feel. He had to close his eyes while his dick was inside Natasha fucking Romanov because it wasn’t you, and had even gone as far as moaning the wrong fucking name. Men would kill to screw her, and he had—dozens of times—and yet, he didn’t want her.

He wanted you. Had since the first time he’d seen you, if he was being honest.

“Bucky!” Steve shouted, knocking on his door. “Living room. ASAP.”

The man in question grunted as he pulled himself out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. It was their one day off and all he wanted to do was sleep. But the punk he called his best friend seemed to be determined to not let it happen.

And as much as he wanted to just ignore him, he knew that if he ignored Steve he’d just come barging into Bucky’s room and drag him by his ear to the living room.

His hair was a bird’s nest, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t give any less fucks than he did in that moment. He didn’t even care that Sam would give him shit about it. The sooner he got to whatever was happening in the living room, the sooner he could get back to his nice, warm bed.

He dragged his feet all the way to the living room despite knowing that it annoyed the living shit out of Tony. Whatever the reason was that Steve had dragged him out of his little safe haven, he was sure that the billionaire had a hand in it.

But he froze in his tracks the second he stepped into the living room.

He was sure that he was dreaming, because there’s no way someone as beautiful as you actually existed. He’s sure that somewhere out there an artist is missing their muse, that you’ve stepped out of the Greek myths of Aphrodite, a goddess taking human form.

The second your eyes turned to him, he remembered his horrible case of bedhead, and subsequently decided that he wanted to throw himself from a bridge. Maybe the one he’d seen Steve on when he was still HYDRA’s puppet.

Yeah, that one would work.

“Hi,” you said, holding your hand out for him to shake as you walk towards him, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “I’m Y/N.”

Bucky opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just sat there staring at you like a fucking codfish. Your bright e/c eyes were staring up at him in concern, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, and he wanted to scream. He’s sure there’s gotta be some kind of law against being so god damn pretty.

Steve smirked as he moved to stand beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Y/N, this is Bucky Barnes. Bucky, this is Y/N.” He raised his eyebrows at the brunet, the smug bastard. “She’s a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but she’s going to be our resident doctor.”

“Resident doctor?” Bucky repeated, and if it was possible, his eyes widened even more.

“I’m here for when one of you guys gets fucked up,” you said, shocking the man with your language. “I’ll be going on missions with you and staying here at the compound.”

He nodded dumbly, still staring at you.

It wasn’t until you giggled that he realized he was still shaking your hand. He quickly dropped it, his face going dark red as he pointed back towards the hallway. “I’m, uh, I’m just gonna—Yeah.”

He quickly disappeared down the hall, groaning at how badly he had just embarrassed himself. Here he was, meeting the prettiest dame he’d ever seen, and he can’t so much as get his name out. He finally made it back to his room and after shutting the door, let his head rest back against the wood.

He was royally fucked.

And even as he stared at his ceiling now, he has the same thought.

He was truly, thoroughly, royally fucked.

The shower he took to wash away the smell of the redheaded assassin was far too long. He spent most of it with his head against the wall and the water hot against his back. He’d tried for months after first meeting you to ignore you, ignore how he felt, but it was to no avail. Within just six months of first meeting you, he was entirely yours.

Even if you didn’t know it.

After his shower, he doesn’t think, and just lets his feet take him where ever. Most of the time when he did this, he always ended up in the same place—outside the medical wing. And whenever that happened, he’d always come up with some excuse to see you. Usually it was something simple, like a migraine—even though he didn’t get those, thanks to the serum—but one time he had gone as far as detaching his arm just so you could reattach it.

So he’s truly not surprised to find himself outside your work space. From the wall of windows, he can see some Will, another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, talking to you, clearly love struck as you wrap his wrist. It had become a normal occurrence, agents doing whatever they could to visit you. One agent, Adam, he thinks, even went as far as having another agent punch him hard enough to break his nose.

You’d never noticed, though, because you were so sweet and so focused on taking care of everyone that you didn’t even realize that everyone looked at you as though you’d hung the moon and the stars.

And he didn’t even think. He didn’t think about the possible consequences as he burst into the medical wing, because all he could focus on was how the way that Will looked at you made his blood boil. Your eyes flick to where he’d entered, the agent immediately moving away from you and making himself scarce.

Sometimes it paid to be intimidating.

“Hi, Bucky,” you said, but the soft smile on your lips doesn’t reach your eyes. Something was bothering you.

And he froze. He stopped in his tracks, and he’s vaguely aware of the sound of the doors closing behind the long-gone agent. “Uh… I…”

“Are you okay?” You asked as you moved from where you’d been typing up a medical report to stand in front of him. Your hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and he loves the way your white doctor’s coat makes you stand a little taller.

He stared down at you for long moment, swallowing. He had to do this. He had to do this because for the past year, he’d been fucking one of his best friends to try to get rid of his feelings and it hadn’t worked. Because for the first time in almost seventy years, he wanted something. Because dreams about you had interrupted his nightmares, and he’d been sleeping better since meeting you.

“I really want to kiss you,” he said, breathless and shaky.

You stared up at him with confusion and what he thinks is anger, your eyebrows furrowing. You bit your bottom lip, and he fought the urge to gently tug it free. “What about Natasha?”

Fuck. He didn’t think you’d known about her.

“What do you mean?” He asked, trying to feign innocence even though he knew it was pointless. You weren’t exactly stupid.

You raised your eyebrows at him, your hands on your hips. “Bucky, I’m not blind,” you said, your voice faint. “I can hear when she leaves her room in the middle of the night and comes back a few hours later.” You stared down at the floor, shuffling your feet. “I can also hear you when you two meet in her room.”

Fuck, he wanted to slam his head against the wall. Of course, you’d heard him. He thought that Stark would’ve made the walls thick enough and you wouldn’t hear his nightly activities with your neighbor, but apparently he was wrong.

You snorted as you stared at something off to the side, your eyes slightly glazing over. “Sometimes you two go until four the morning, in case you didn’t know.”

“We… We, uh,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nat and I… We aren’t a thing. Not exactly.”

“James, I know what friends with benefits is.”

And the fact that you called him James just told him how much you were hurt. His cheeks were a dark red as he stared down at his shoes shamefully. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” You asked, turning to organize all the shit you had gotten out to wrap Will’s wrist. There was a little bit of force in the way you put things back into their proper place, and it made him wince. “You two are adults. You can do whatever you want.”

“Please talk to me,” He said quietly, taking a step towards you. “I can’t fix things if you don’t talk to me.”

You were facing away from him, your shoulders tensed as you stared down at the gauze in your hands. “I just… I don’t know.” You placed the gauze back in its place, rattling the other contents of the cabinet. “It really hurts when the guy who’s sleeping with one of your best friends flirts with you, and makes you think that you could possibly have a chance. But then he just keeps fucking your best friend—who also happens to be your neighbor—and you can’t help but think it’s some kind of game.” Your hands gripped the edge of the counter. Your knuckles went white. “Like you only flirt with me because Natasha’s not around to keep you entertained.”

Bucky shook his head, reaching out for you desperately. “No, no, no. It wasn’t a game, I swear,” he said, turning you around. “Nat and I… We… We have a history.”

“James, it’s fine. Forget I said anything,” you muttered, trying to turn your back, but his grip on your arm prevented it.

“Y/N, it’s not.” He took in a deep breath, knowing that if he did this, there was no going back. “Nothing between Nat and I was about feelings, not even when we were still under HYDRA’s control.” He let go of your arm, rubbing the back of his neck. His mouth was dry as the Sahara, his palms sweaty. “And I know this is going to make me sound like a dick, but I only started messing around with Natasha after I met you.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tried to move away from him again, but he pleaded, “Please listen to me. Give me…” He glanced at the clock, biting his lip, and turned back to you. “Give me two minutes. And if you don’t want to talk to me ever again, you don’t have to.”

You stared at him for a long, heavy moment, before nodding, and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/N, you are the first person I’ve wanted in a long, long time. And not just for sex.” He swallowed down the lump in his throat as his eyes stayed locked with yours. “At first I thought I was just lonely, which is why I went to Nat, but it wasn’t. It was because you’re you and everything you are is brilliant and amazing and so, so good and everything I’m not.” Bucky rubbed his hands on his sweats, his heart pounding against his ribcage. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” You opened your mouth to say something, but he held up his hand, glancing back at the clock. “I still have thirty seconds.” He took the way you laughed as a good sign, and continued, “I’m not good at saying how I feel. I’m not good at opening up to people. I’m stubborn and more than a little rough around the edges, but I want to try for you.” His eyes watered as he stared at you. “Please.” After a long moment of you not saying anything, he added, “My two minutes are done.”

“Are you and Natasha completely done?” You asked, sounding so small.

Bucky nodded, taking a step towards you. “Yes. Yes, we’re one hundred percent done. And, uh…” He blushed a little as he looked down at his shoes. “She’s the one that told me to get my shit together and tell you.”

“What made you end it?”

“What?”

You raised your eyebrows expectantly. “What made you end it with her? I assume something happened.”

And God, the last thing he wants to do is tell you what happened just a little before, but the look in your eyes told him that you wouldn’t relent. “I, uh…” He coughed, growing more and more embarrassed. ��“I moaned your name.”

You snorted, smirking a little as you turned back to your organizing. He stood there for so long that he was sure that you had forgotten him, that you were done with him. But then you paused in your organizing with your eyes locked on your hands. “Dinner. Tonight. Pick me up at seven.”

He can’t stop the grin that spreads over his face and he nods, forgetting for a second that you can’t see him. When he remembered, he said, “I’ll be there at six fifty-five.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic

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thatfilthyanimal · 5 years ago

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Struggling (medical TMI)

I don't typically use this place as a means to vent but I'm worried something is going to go very wrong and nobody will know what's happening to me since I primarily have been using twitter to update friends, so excuse this post. If you don't want medical TMI please skip over this.

Earlier last week I started noticing a hard lump in my side that would come and go, and was having some new pressure and swelling in my side that was not like any of my typical medical issues. Concerned, I tried to reach out to new primary doctor (I just got my insurance card maybe a week prior thanks to how slow Illinois is, I signed up in Dec) and was informed that they are closed to the public until this pandemic lifts. Since I've never seen this primary before, she can't even do phone appointments. I'm directed to go to a walk-in again.

I go, and after a lot of questions, poking, peeing, giving blood, etc, the doctors there give me a big ol' "lol idk" and scare the shit out of me by suggesting appendicitis, and that my blood pressure is crazy high, saying I should go to the ER.

I panic because we're in a pandemic and I know what I'll be exposed to if I go there, so I call back my primary and the nurse on that phoneline suggests the walk-in attached to the local ER, since if I really am ER-worthy they'll just cart me there in the end. I go home and have a huge panic attack.

Later that evening I go to the ER's walk-in and get poked at more, pee more, get smacked in the sides/back, etc etc etc and they pretty much rule out appendicitis, but something is still wrong. I described my awful period cramps, that I skipped my last one, and the doctor suggests an internal ultrasound. It was very much uncomfortable but basically, everything boils down to me having a large and abnormal-shaped ovarian cyst on the side I'm swelling on.

I'm starting to actually feel pain now on this side since it's been poked at all day. I'm given anti inflammatory meds and told to see my primary/gyno ASAP despite the pandemic and that I need it re-scanned in 6 to 12 weeks. I go home, I have horrible swelling in my entire side that starts to jab pain now, and my period starts.

I discovered that I can't sit normally anymore, and prolonged pressure on that side makes the swelling worse. Typing and texting and gaming all becomes difficult as hell.

Friday I call the clinic back and mention the difficulties, they give me a big ol' "duhhhh we dont know! You need to talk to the gyno or go to the ER!" so I try to reach the gyno attached to the clinic since they've given me a referral, they're too busy to make an appointment and tell me to go to the ER because the ovary may have burst and be my "period". All I have are questions!! but I go to the ER, extremely nervous.

They start to poke at me and the doctor stops the nurses realizing that my issues are normal (???) for what this is and answers my concerns, concerns that deadass could have been answered over a phone... but he prescribes me harder painkillers, which I definitely needed. They send me home.

The swelling and pain has not eased up this whole time but the meds are helping that. I'm sleeping a lot. I hurt a lot. And to say the inevitable, I'm now terrified I've been exposed to covid19 after hiding inside for a month.

Today (Monday) I get a call early from the scheduling dept and they tell me the gyno is doing phone appointments only due to the pandemic, and I say sure fine, anything to talk to someone who knows what is going on--- except they schedule me for NEXT MONDAY MORNING so now I'm expected to sit a week like this...?? I'm already laying on my stomach a lot in bed because existing is uncomfortable and moving wrong swells my side up. I can't feed my pets well, I can't do dishes or laundry, and I feel immensely useless in every way. My partner is doing everything and is still working long hours in retail risking her life every day so people can... buy... flooring...? I'm basically just managing swelling/pain with meds and sleeping a lot due to depression coming with my situation.

So this cyst could rupture at any moment and non-emergency doctors are mostly MIA due to covid19 and can't help me much. I'm just expected to suck it up.

This is also making my gender issues horribly loud and I'm struggling with myself and being trapped in a body I ultimately have no control over, since doctors are obsessed with keeping the baby-maker intact at all costs, despite my wishes for otherwise since I was 16.

On top of all of this, just before this started we lost 2 pets almost back-to-back, and we haven't been able to process and grieve at all. My partner comes home and makes cloth masks for her coworkers and her brother's coworkers and is, without a doubt, devastated. Everything has been really hard and all I can hope for is that we all come out of this alive, at this point.

It's been rough. Further updates will be on my twitter from this point on, but I felt I needed to say something here incase the worst happens.

#personal #medical tmi

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years ago

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Sanctuary -Chapter 47

Warnings: profanity

Tagging: @alievans007, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @thunderintheshadows, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @valkyrie-of-the-light

The text messages arrived shortly before one thirty in the afternoon. The rattle of the phone as it vibrates against the nightstand jarring Tyler from peaceful slumber. Hypervigilance the shrink had called it once. One of the many symptoms of his PTSD. He'd always attributed it to being on the job for so long; the ability to go from deep sleep to an almost extreme state of alertness in the blink of an eye. His brain and body on edge; always on the outlook for dangers; whether visible or not. It had always come in handy when out on a job; he was able to quickly detect any sort of threat and determine if it was valid or not. Within the last two years though, waking has often been a harrowing experience; everything and everyone around him a possible danger, anxiety already sitting on his chest and threatening to suffocate him, a cold sweat covering him from head to toe. Many times one of the kids has jumped a little too hard on the bed and he's bolted awake, a hand ready to grab whoever was next to him or a fist cocked ready to defend himself. It had never gotten that far, thankfully. Awareness settling in before anything horrible could happen.

He'd never forgive himself; if he hurts his own kids because his brain is fucked up and beyond repair.

Today it isn't bad. His reaction isn't extreme; no pounding heart, no sweats, no desire to rip somebody apart. There's more annoyance than anything. It had been one of the best -if not the best- sleep he'd had in weeks, if not months. Not demons to fight in his dreams, no memories of Dhaka, no replay of what he'd done only hours before. His body and his mind temporarily shutting down; flat on his back with his wife between his legs, fast asleep with her stomach pressed against him, her head on his chest. It had been intimacy in it's purest and most innocent form; long, slow, sweet kisses that didn't develop into anything more, whispered conversations about not just their worries and their fears, but future plans, declarations of love, promises that everything was going to be okay. That they were going to be okay. And he'd wrapped his arms around and held her as tight as her little body would allow him to, eyes closed as he relaxed in the warmth that radiated off of her, the scent that lingered in her hair.

He reaches for his phone, careful not to wake her. This pregnancy is already proving to be the most difficult one out of the three she's already been through; the all day sickness much more severe and accompanied by near crippling exhaustion. The stress isn't helping of course. The constant state of worry and panic that she always seems to be operating in. But for now she's peaceful. Her back rising and falling with each soft breath, hair falling over her eyes, a slight smile curving her lips. She's relaxed. Safe. Secure. Protected. And his mind is comforted by that. That despite all of their issues, all of the fights, all of the harsh words, all the ultimatums, she still is able to feel that with him.

He has to change. Staying the same isn't an option. And neither is losing his family.

We got trouble, Yaz' text reads. N is here. Pissed. Get here. ASAP.

“Fuck me,” Tyler mutters, and drops the phone onto the mattress. Yet he isn't filled with a sense of urgency. In no hurry to either respond to the text or get to the storage facility. There isn't much that Nik can do. Not even she will step on the toes of the IRA, and she knows that Tyler himself will be a force to be reckoned with if she even so as much -in the slightest- puts his children further at risk. And if she knows what's good for her, she'll just walk away entirely and pretend she never saw a damn thing.

He doesn't want to move. The mixture of the earlier Valium with the most recent pain meds he'd taken have his body at ease; the pain is minor, a dull yet bearable ache just under the shoulder blade, the right knee and back both stiff, but manageable. And he closes his eyes once more; a hand falling on the top of Esme's head, softly running his palm over her hair before it settles in the middle of her back. She stirs against him, mumbling in her sleep and rubbing her cheek against his t-shirt, yet eyes never opening. She looks even younger when she's asleep; ends of her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks, skin pale and soft -those freckles across her nose more noticeable thanusual-, a soft smile curving her lips. And she seems even smaller than normal; fragile even. Even though she's anything but. He'd made that mistake once. In Dhaka. Assuming she was weak and fragile and needed someone to handle her problems. And she'd quickly let him know just how badly he'd underestimated her.

His phone vibrates again and he groans in protest, scooping it up off of the mattress.

Put your dick back in your pants and get here now

He smirks at that, then sets the phone down once again and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, laying there for several more minutes, summoning up the energy and the desire to actually move. What he wouldn't give to just stay there; fall back asleep with her body tucked so securely against him, both of them temporarily at peace. No worry, no stress, no arguments brought on by the two. No raised voices or harsh words. No tension. No threat to their marriage. It's not the first time he's felt as if things are falling apart; he was certain during their six months apart that things were over and it was a waiting game when it came to win the divorce papers would arrive. But even then she'd given him a second chance. Or was it a third chance that time? Maybe even a fourth? This time he truly feels that he's all out of chances. That's he used up his last one and all that is left is true change. And the effort that has to go into it.

He runs both of his hands up and down her back and presses a kiss to the top of her head, reluctant to wake her up. “Baby...” he combs his fingers through her hair; clearing her bangs off of her forehead. “...Esme....baby....wake up....”

“No,” she pouts, voice childlike. “You can't make me.”

“Well I could make you. But I don't really want to have to resort to that.”

“I said no. I'm not moving. I'm not letting you leave.”

“Babe, I need you to wake up. Or at least get off me.”

“No,” she refuses once more, nuzzles her face even tighter into his chest, hands tightly gripping the sides of his t-shirt. “You're staying right here. Where you belong. With me. You're not allowed to go anywhere.”

“What if I have to take a leak?” he challenges.

“I heard your phone. I know you don't have to go the bathroom. So I'm not moving. I'm not letting you leave. I'm tired of you leaving all the time. Why can't you just stay? Why can't we just have this? These kinds of moments?”

“We'll have tons of these moments when this is all over.”

“When? We have four kids. And one on the way.”

“We'll find time to have them,” he assures her. “But right now? Right now I need you to get off me. Please.”

“You suck,” she mutters, and rolls off of him. “You're the worst.”

“But you love me.”

“Maybe,” she singsongs, and then yawns.

“Well, I love you,” he leans over her, places a kiss to her lips. “You don't get a say in that.”

She smiles, then reaches up and lays a hand on the side of his face, running her thumb over the scruffiness of his beard. “Is everything okay? Who was it?”

“There's some issues. With McMann.”

“And that's your problem how?”

“They need me to come help straighten him out.”

“They're Marines. They're more than capable of handling things.”

“Yeah, well he's scared of me, so....” he kisses her once last time, then gives her a wink and climbs off the bed.

“He should be,” she says, as she rolls over onto her stomach, frowning when he shoves his feet into a pair of flip flops. “Where's your boots?”

“In the closet. I have to clean them when I get back.”

“Why would you lock them in the closet?”

He shrugs, silently cursing himself for not taking care of things early. This all could have been avoided had he just cleaned the goddamn things when he'd first got back. “I dunno. I guess I just did it and wasn't thinking about it. I'll take care of them later.”

“I can do it if you want,” she offers. “As nasty as your boots smell, I've cleaned worse. I have three boys. It doesn't get any more nasty than those three.”

“Just leave them. They're gross. I've got shit all over them.”

She scrunches up her nose. “Like literally or figuratively?”

“Literally,” he lies. “So I'd rather you not deal with something like that, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees. “Are you going to kick his ass?”

“If I have to.”

“Is it wrong that it makes me wet when I think about you beating the hell out of people? Or getting all aggressive and mean with someone?”

“Well, you like it when I get all aggressive and mean with you, so...”

“My hormones are all over the place. Just so you know. Even seeing your ass in those jeans does me in. Guess I'll just have to have some fun by myself while you're gone. A little solo studying time.”

He groans inwardly. “I'm going to have that stuck in my head now. The thought of you 'studying'.”

“Don't worry, baby. I promise I'll only think about you when I'm studying.”

“You're evil,” he declares, and stands at the side of the bed, pushing his hand through her hair and tightly gripping those soft, red tresses as he kisses her. Hard. Intense. A toe curling kind of kiss that he knows she'll feel for quite a while.

“And you call me evil,” she huffs, as he heads for the door. “I love you. And lust you. Just so you know.”

He grins. “I love you. And lust you, too.”

****

“What...the...fuck...”

That is how Nik greets him, already at the side of the SUV before he even climbs out. Hands on her hips, eyes blazing, mouth set in a grim line. Quite the contrast against the dreary, filthy backdrop of the industrial area in her wedge heels, well tailored black slacks, and low cut red blouse.

The look he gives her must speak volumes, as she takes three steps backwards, giving him both the space to throw open the door, and some breathing room.

“Hey to you, too, Nik,” he responds, and uses his hip to shut the door. “What's up?”

“You damn well know what's up,” she snarls. “What the hell is this?” her hand wildly gestures towards the building. “Just what the hell is this?!”

“It's none of your business is what it is,” he attempts to step past her, but she grabs a hold of his forearm, nails digging into his skin.

Scowling, he sighs heavily and glances down at the hold she has on him, then back up into her eyes.

She gets the message, quickly removing her hand, and she hurries to keep up with him as he heads through the front gate. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do this? What would make you resort to something like this?”

“Go back to Colorado, Nik. This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me. You work for me. You're associated with me. With my business. You're mine and....”

“I'm yours?” he scoffs. “The ring on my finger says I belong to someone else. You don't own me. This job never belonged to you. You just took it upon yourself to get involved. Because for some reason you can't seem to leave me the fuck alone. What's your issue? Is it a crush? Love? Obsession?”

“Get over yourself, Tyler.”

“I'm not the one who turned you down. Several times. Or are you forgetting that? So you get over yourself. Leave me alone, Nik. This doesn't involve you. It never has.”

“It involved me the second you asked me for my help,” she reminds him. “When McMann showed up in Colorado and you were suspicious of him. You asked me to look into it. You asked me if I had someone tailing you and I said no and then you asked me for my help.”

“For your help. Not to just show up here and try and take things over. This? What's going on here? Has nothing to do with you? And why aren't you in Colorado? Why aren't you at my place, keeping an eye on things?”

“Maybe because you went behind my back and sent Ovi and Chloe away with the kids. You took it upon yourself to screw everything up and...”

No,” he snarls, and abruptly turns on his heel, fixing her in an steely gaze. “I took it upon myself to protect my family. Because you and your people couldn't do their goddamn job properly. Why did you lie to me, Nik? Every fucking time I asked you if things were okay at home, you told me that things were fine. That there was nothing to worry about. I had to find out through Ovi just what was going on. The phone calls, the pictures, the guys that came right to the house. Why didn't you tell me about any of that?'

“I didn't see a reason to.”

“You didn't see a reason to tell me that people were threatening my family? That people were out there watching my kids? That they were showing up at my house, where my kids live? You should have told me right when it started happening. So I could have...”

“So you could have what? Ditched everything and come home? And what could would that have done? The job wasn't finished.”

“Fuck the job!” Tyler snarls. “My family comes before the job, Nik.”

“Since when? You've been putting the job first for the last four years. It's always come first. The job. And if you say it hasn't, you're either in denial or you're a goddamn liar. You like to think you're all about the family life. That you're a family man first and mercenary second. But that's bullshit and you know it. You are who you are, Tyler. You can deny it all you want.”

He shakes his head, nostrils flaring. “You have no fucking clue what you're talking about.”

“You left your wife when she was pregnant with twins. When she was having problems. Serious problems. You left her for the job. When she needed you the most. But that's a theme in your life, isn't it. Leaving the people you love when they need you the most.”

“That is way of fucking line, Nik, and you know it.”

“I knew if I told you about what was happening in Colorado, you'd be on the next flight home. And I needed you to stay here. To get the job done. To find those kids. I also knew that if you came home, that target on your kids' backs would have gotten ever bigger. You being with them would have only made things worse. McMann is...was....after you. And if you went home to your kids, McMann would have followed you and you would have put your kids in even more danger.”

“They're safer with me than they are with complete strangers!”

“Tyler, these people are dangerous. More dangerous than anyone you have ever dealt with before. When they got to you...and they would have...they wouldn't have just killed you. They would have done horrible, horrible things to your kids. While you watched. And then they would have killed them. Right in front of you. And they wouldn't kill you until everyone else you loved was already dead.”

He sighs, then pushes his hands through his hair and leans back against the wall next to the storage locker, feet crossed, arms folded across his chest, eyes downcast.

“And then you sent Ovi away with those kids. Which was the worst thing you could have done. Because now I have no idea where they are. I can't send anyone to watch them.”

“They're safe,” he says. “In a different state.”

“Where? Where are they? Because they're not safe on their own. Ovi doesn't stand a chance and you know that. What the hell were you thinking? Wait, you weren't. Because you don't use your head anymore. You use your heart. Which is a big fucking mistake in the job and you know that.”

“My kids aren't a job, Nik. My kids are my heart. And maybe if you had kids of your own...”

Her eyes narrow. “You are not going there with this. You're not going to play dirty. Not with me.”

“You're going to lecture me about playing dirty? When you've been after me for the past five and half years to cheat on my wife with you? Now that's rich. You standing there trying to act like you have some moral superiority over me. I was never going to say yes, Nik. It was never going to happen. And you kept pushing and pushing. You never left me alone. You still don't. No matter how many times I tell you to back off.”

“That's not what this is about and you know it.”

“Now seems like as good as time as any, don't you think? You need to back off, Nik. You're my friend. That's it. You're never going to be anything more than that. That ship sailed a long time ago. You need to leave me alone. I don't want you texting me, I don't want you calling me, I don't want you showing up at my hotel when I'm on a job. I want you to stay away from me. Unless it's business.”

She blinks. “That seems a little....extreme.”

“I'm a married man, Nik. I've been married for five and a half years. And you act like it's nothing. Like it means nothing to me. It means everything to me. I'm trying to keep my family together and you're hell bent on tearing it apart. Back off. I don't know how much plainer I have to be. It's never going to happen.”

She inhales sharply. “If that's the way you want it...”

“That's exactly the way I want it. I'm trying to hold my marriage together. Desperately. This job is tearing Esme and I apart. All the goddamn promises that I made her. When I told her that this life was behind me and I'd never get back into it. I went back on everything single fucking promise I made. And she put up with it. She still kept giving me chance, after chance, after chance. I can't do that to her anymore. Because I keep doing this...the job...I'm going to lose her. I'm going to lose everything. And all the money in the world isn't worth that.”

“So you're walking away,” Nik concludes.

“When this job is over...when I find those kids.....that's it. I'm done. I can't do this anymore, Nik. This life. My family deserves better than this. I'm tired. Physically. Mentally. I'm fucking tired and I'm done.”

“So what is this then?” she nods towards the open door. “What you're doing here? What you're doing to McMann? What is this Tyler? You wanted to go out with a big bang?”

“I'm doing what I need to do. For my family.”

“You drugged, kidnapped, and tortured a man. You became one of the people you've always fought against. You've become of the people you used to save people from.”

“I'm nothing like any of those people and you know it.”

Nik stares at him pointedly. “You sliced a man's throat with a box cutter.”

“I barely broke the surface. Is he breathing? Did he bleed to death? Then I didn't slit his damn throat.”

“You pulled three of his teeth out with a pair of pliers.”

Tyler shrugs. “I was going to go for four, but it seemed a little overkill.”

“What is going on with you?” her voice is softer now. Concerned. “This isn't you. You've never been like this. You've never gotten yourself caught up in something like this. In revenge.”

“He threatened my family,” he vehemently reasons. “My kids, Nik. He was near my kids.”

“A bullet to the head would have been a better way to go. Why didn't you just do that? If you're just going to kill him anyway...”

“He deserves to suffer, Nik. Do you know what he was going to do Esme if he'd caught her at the house? Do you know what he told his people to do to Ovi and Chloe? To my kids? I do. He told me everything. Every sick and twisted thing that he and his people were going to do. A bullet in the head is too good for that guy. It's too easy. He deserves so much more than that.”

“This stops, Tyler. This stops now.”

He shakes his head.

“You need to get a grip on yourself,” she orders. “You're losing it. You've been losing it for a while now and I always gave you the benefit of the doubt that you'd pull yourself together. This has gone too far. You've gone too far.”

“You need to go, Nik. Just turn around and walk away.”

“And watch you destroy yourself? Watch you become someone I don't recognize anymore?”

“I'm not your problem. I never have been. Just go. Walk away now and you don't have to have this on your conscience.”

“But it's okay for you to have it on yours?” she counters. “Does Esme know about this? About what you're doing here?”

“No. And she doesn't need to know.”

“So you're not only lying to yourself, you're lying to her. About who you've become. And yet you have the nerve to accuse me of trying to tear your marriage apart.”

“You've been wanting to fuck me for five and a half years. Knowing I have a wife. So yeah. I am accusing you of that.”

“You're keeping something like this from her? What do you think is going to happen when she finds out? Not just that you lied, but what you did. What you're capable of.”

“She knows what I'm capable of. She saw it for herself in Dhaka. A job you dragged her into. You and some stupid fucking plan.”

“That stupid fucking plan worked. Until Mahajan Senior screwed us. And that stupid fucking plan gave you a second chance at life. It lead you to the love of your life. You have children because of that stupid fucking plan. It's because of that plan...because of me...that you have what you have.”

“And what? I'm supposed to show how grateful but fucking you on the down low? That's how you wanted me to repay you?”

“If you lose everything now, that's all on you, Tyler. If you go through with this...with what you're doing to McMann...she will find out and she will leave you. Because you'll be the man she's always feared you could become. She'll leave and she'll take those kids. And you'll be lucky if you ever see them again.”

“She's pregnant,” he blurts out, and Nik closes her eyes briefly and inhales sharply one again.

“Please tell me you're not serious right now,” she pleads.

“We just found out. A couple of days ago. We're not sure how far along she is. Probably a couple of months.”

“What is wrong with you two? Is that all you do with your spare time? Make babies? Is that all you know how to do? Get her pregnant?”

He smirks. “Maybe we just like to fuck.”

Her lips twitch with the hint of her own smirk. “You couldn't be more careful while you're fucking? I thought Declan was it? The last one?”

“We changed our minds. Figured one more wouldn't hurt.”

“Hell of a time for there to baby on the way, don't you think?”

“It happens when it happens, Nik. We didn't exactly plan it this way.”

She nods slowly, hands on her hips. “You send her back home. Tomorrow. First flight you can get.”

“That's not going to happen.”

“Tyler, this isn't a safe place for her to be. Especially now. You don't know how many people McMann has out there. And if you're going to be out looking for those kids....”

“And she's safe back home? With people I don't even know watching over her? Fuck that. She's safer with me than anyone else and you know it.”

“If you're out looking for those kids and eventually extracting them, you won't be around to protect her,” Nik points out.

“Mark's got someone watching her. A Marine.”

“Yet you won't trust the people I have?”

“With all due respect, Nik, but you hired Jason Andrews' brother without even knowing it and that's why McMann is after me in the first place. So no. I don't trust the people you have. She stays here. With me. And if I have to go to New Zealand...”

Nik arches an eyebrow. “New Zealand? What...?”

“...she'll come with me there, too. Where I go, she goes. That's just the way it is.”

“That's asking for trouble and you know it.”

“I'm the only one she trusts. I'm the only one that makes her feel safe. I'm not sending her home. There's no way. Go back to Colorado, Nik. Or better yet, go to Oklahoma. Find Ovi and my kids. You put them in this fucking situation when you hired Andrews' brother. You fucking get them out of it.”

“Tyler...” she attempts to stop him before he steps into the storage unit.

“Goodbye, Nik,” he says, and slams the door down behind him.

****

“Hey look who it is, Mike!” Nathan calls out as Tyler enters the storage unit. “Your favourite person!”

“Fuck you,” McMann mumbles, and then spits in Tyler's direction. “And fuck you too, Rake.”

“He's a little mad at you,” the young Marine grins, as he sits mere feet from the captive man, his long legs stretched out, hands behind his head. “I think he was really fond of those teeth you took.”

“You take care of things?” Yaz asks from the other side of the room, immersed in his laptop.

“I don't know how well I took care of them, but yeah, I took care of them. What's going Michael? You been a good boy? You been behaving yourself for my mates here? I know our date isn't planned for later tonight, but I missed you and thought I'd come see you. What happened here?” he roughly grabs a hold of McMann's chin and titls his head to the side. “That's a hell of a shiner you got there. Trip and fall on the way to take a piss again?”

Yaz chuckles.

McMann scowls. “That little asshole pushed me and he knows it!”

“Naw,” Tyler shakes his head. “Yaz wouldn't do that. Yaz is a pacifist.”

“Yeah,” the man in question snorts. “As in I'd like to pass a fist across his face.”

“I'd like to fucking see you try!” McMann snarls.

“Easy now...easy now...” Tyler lets go of the man's chin, then gives him a shot in the mouth with the back of his hand; the knuckles catching him in the top lip and easily splitting it. “...don't talk to my mates like that. So what have you boys been up to?” he asks, as he snags a bottle of water from one of the coolers and pulls up a plastic chair. “You been keeping Michael company? Keeping him out of trouble?”

“He's been a real fucking delight,” Nathan chuckles. “He speaks very highly of you.”

“I bet he does. We're close to being best mates now aren't we?” he kicks at McMann's shins, hard enough to make him wince.

“You're a prick,” McMann responds. “And when you're finally dead, I'll be the first one to come piss on your grave. Then go to your place and fuck your pretty little wife.”

“Bruh...” Yaz shakes his head. “...you should have just left it at 'spit on your grave'.”

“She'd probably like that, wouldn't she,” McMann continues. “Finally a real man showing her how things are done.”

Tyler smirks, then calmly places the bottle of water on the ground and stands up, slowly making his way over the restrained man. Then stands above him; a towering, intimidating figure. And when he sees that little glitter of fear in the other man's eyes, he snatches him by the throat, fingers firmly pressing into either side of his windpipe.

“Remember,” Yaz doesn't even look up from his laptop. “You can't kill him.”

“I'm not going to kill him. He's got a long way to go before anyone kills him,” Tyler tightens his grip on McMann's throat, until his face begins to turn a vivid shade of red and he's gasping for breath. “Don't you talk about my wife like that,” his voice is calm, yet his eyes give away the depth and the power of the rage that inhabits his body. “Don't you ever talk about her like that.”

“If you can't already tell, he's a little sensitive when it comes to his wife.” Yaz says. “But you just keep opening your goddamn mouth about her. Doesn't he Nathan?”

The young Marine nods. “Wouldn't shut up about her earlier.”

“Oh really?” Tyler looses his grip on McMann's throat, their eyes remaining locked on one another. “What was he saying?”

“I don't know if we should tell you,” Nathan says. “You might get upset. Well, more upset than you are right now.”

“Maybe he hasn't lost enough teeth yet,” Yaz suggests.

“I'll let keep his teeth. For now. So what were you saying, Michael? About my wife.”

“Nothing! They're fucking lying!”

“You blokes wouldn't lie to me about something like that, would you?” Tyler asks, looking between the other two men, both shaking their heads. “They definitely would not lie to me. Especially about something like that. So tell me. What did you say about her?”

“Thinks she's a nice piece of ass,” Nathan chimes in. “Say he wouldn't mind tying her up and having his way with her.”

“I did not fucking say that!” McMann exclaims. “I haven't said shit about her!”

“Said he wouldn't mind fucking her in all her holes.” Yaz adds. “And I wouldn't lie about that shit.”

“Michael...” Tyler shakes his head. “....you really don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you. I thought we were mates. Buddies. Why would you say shit like that? About my wife? Unlike the psycho bitch you're married to, my wife is innocent in all of this.”

“How can anyone be innocent being married to a prick like you?” he retorts. “Must be something fucked up in her head in she stays with you! What's your secret? Beat the shit out of her to make her stay? Make her too scared too leave? No way someone like her is staying with someone like you.”

“See, I don't have to resort to shit like that. Maybe that's your way of doing things. You like to beat on women, don't you. Among other things. Which already makes me want to break your fucking neck. Now I find out you're saying things about my wife? This isn't going to be a good day for you, Michael. But I'll be nice. I'll let you keep the rest of your teeth. For now,” he heads over to the table holding the weapons. “You left handed or right handed?”

“What?”

“It's a simple goddamn question. Are you right handed or left handed?”

“Right. Why? What are you going to do? What...?” his eyes widen as Tyler returns with a hunting knife.

“That's a shame. I guess you're either going to have to learn with your left or you're going to have to improvise with the right. Yaz, you look busy. Maybe Nathan will help me out.”

“My pleasure,” the Marine says, and jumps to his feet. “What'cha need?”

Tyler smirks, then runs a finger along the sharp edge of the knife. “You ever hold a man down while someone cuts off a couple fingers?”

“No,” Nathan calmly rolls up his sleeves. “But I guess there's a first time for everything.”

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fic #tyler rake fan fiction #sanctuary #chris hemsworth character #extraction

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michelles-garden-of-evil · 4 years ago

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Episode 38 Review: Of Zombies and Men

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Damn, Jacques is hot in that scene! There. I just had to say that before starting this review.

Hello and welcome again to my Garden of Evil, which I have once again been neglecting. Long story short: the past month has been both terrifying (for what should be obvious reasons) and very, very busy, and I’ve been spending more of my free time offline than usual focusing on things like starting vegetables for my real-life garden. I don’t foresee things getting better for at least another month, so most likely either I won’t be very active or my muse will be more active than ever. If the latter, it may mean more reviews or it may mean more silliness like the Desmond Hall personality quiz from earlier this week. We shall see.

But, for right now, shall we jump into our exploration of Episode 38?

Wait! Quito didn’t leave the chandelier hanging on the table before!

The table (post-séance) from Episode 36, for comparison.

Another night has passed on Maljardin (as indicated by Jean Paul Desmond's change in clothing) and now someone has hung the chandelier on the side of the broken séance table where it wasn't in either of the previous two episodes. "Keeping this here as a souvenir, Jean Paul?" the Reverend Matthew Dawson, who is still wearing the same outfit as two episodes ago, asks.

"No, Reverend," Jean Paul corrects him, but forgets to tell him who put the chandelier back on the table and why. Instead, he tells him that there will be another séance.

Matt accuses him of playing with their lives and he responds with what sounds like a veiled threat: "Come now, Reverend, this is no game. Surely, superstitions and fears are not going to blacken your learned convictions. All of our days are numbered." Yes, Jean Paul's in pissy passive-aggressive mode and he will remain there for most of the next three weeks. This is one of the reasons why I prefer Jacques Eloi des Mondes. He may be THE DEVIL and he certainly has his own nasty, passive-aggressive side, but he doesn't go around glowering like his descendant and he takes himself less seriously. His death threats are also way funnier than Jean Paul’s. On top of that, he has that stunning cape that he once wore to the main island, which I miss horribly. I can’t see Jean Paul moping around on Maljardin while wearing that gorgeous number, which is a pity because it looked so good on him.

Just noticed while re-watching the episode that Matt has a pompadour now. I'm going to go ahead and guess the reason based on evidence from Episode 7: he's trying to level with the groovy swingers and keep up with what's happenin', but he's too square to realize the hairstyle he's adopted in his efforts to be happenin' is ten years out of date. (I’m sure I used at least two of these outdated slang terms incorrectly. Forgive me.)

Jean Paul lying to cover up Jacques’ attempted murder. Also, a pretty shot of Fox-C’s eyes!

To no viewers’ surprise, Jean Paul is planning on holding another séance, and another, and another, until he finally establishes contact with his late wife Erica. This angers Matt, who has been a loose cannon since Episode 35 and is due to fire again soon. “You forget the medium said death points only to me!” the lovesick, grieving billionaire shouts and storms away before Matt gets another chance to air his grievances against him.

We next see him in the crypt, telling Quito to have the table and the chandelier repaired ASAP. And then he gets a moment alone with Erica’s cryonics capsule and he says this interesting, cryptic aside:

Is he only saying that because of Jacques’ frequent possessions, or does he have another reason to mistrust himself? Lines like this one make me think that maybe Dan’s suspicions are correct and he did murder Erica.

Matt grows bored waiting for Jean Paul to return, so he visits Alison in the lab. Wearing a stylish blue labcoat, she is reading through Dr. Menkin’s notes on her sister Erica and confides in Matt about her despair that she has found so few of them.

Alison and Matt in the lab.

Their conversation in this scene is quite interesting. First, she reveals that Dr. Menkin has been researching cellular reconstruction and that, using his notes (especially the missing parts), it might actually be possible to bring Erica back to life. This means that there’s a chance that it was reasonable from an in-universe scientific standpoint--if still somewhat ethically questionable--for Jean Paul to freeze Erica.

Second, she denies Matt’s accusation that Jean Paul is treating them like chattel, replying, "What you forget is his love for Erica, his need for her is what drives him, not purposeful harm to others." Has she developed Stockholm Syndrome towards Jacques/Jean Paul during her time on the island? This line makes me wonder.

Their conversation drifts to Vangie’s accident, which reminds Alison to check on her! They find Vangie in the Great Hall, walking down the stairs in her Conjure Woman robes, her arms stretched out before her in standard zombie fashion. Because she isn’t watching where she’s going and is just staring blankly, Alison guides her down the stairs and onto the couch to prevent any further injuries. At the end of the scene, Quito comes to check on her and lets out a silent scream before covering his face: most likely as a subtle cue to new audience members that the silent servant in the earlier scene in the crypt is, like Vangie, a zombie.

Alison guiding Vangie to the couch.

But can we really compare Vangie’s state to Quito’s? In book canon, Quito was one of Jacques’ slaves, whom he killed and then had resurrected to punish Raxl for disobedience. The show canon never states how Quito became a zombie, but we do know that he is undead based on his lack of a pulse in Episode 33 and Jean Paul’s reference to “a soulless corpse” in Episode 16. Vangie, in contrast, is still alive, but behaves like a zombie (allegedly) because of a brain injury caused by the crashing chandelier. Oddly enough, her body language and behavior are more in line with a stereotypical Hollywood zombie than Quito, which makes me wonder how the hell she was able to put her Conjure Woman robes back on while in a cataleptic trance. (I bet it’s just another continuity error, like the chandelier hanging off the side of the table.)

There’s a brief scene here where Matt opens one of the cabinet drawers in the lab and pulls out one of Alison’s scalpels. I don’t understand why she doesn’t keep that drawer locked on such a dangerous island.

In his and Raxl’s bedroom, Quito mixes Vangie a potion using herbs from the island to attempt to bring her out of her catatonic state. He tastes the potion and nods as though to say, "Yes, it tastes right.” Even so, it doesn't appear to have any effect on him after he tastes it, which is strange. I don’t know how to interpret this scene. It could mean anything from “the antidote only works on living people” to “the antidote only works on people who were turned into zombies the way Vangie was (and Quito was not)” to “Quito drank this same potion years ago, and that’s why he can move around, think, and feel and isn’t stuck in a catatonic state like Vangie.”

The ambiguity makes this yet another unexplained plot point in a show overflowing with them, thanks to the change in writers and producer. I want to give Robert Costello and the team of writers who wrapped up Maljardin the benefit of the doubt and say that perhaps they ignored this plot hole because Ian Martin’s notes were partially missing like Dr. Menkin’s, but most of the evidence suggests that they consciously chose to go in a different direction than the one that Martin originally intended. We know that, from Episode 30 onward, executive meddling forced him to change and rearrange events in his episodes. There is that one line from Episode 54 that reminds me of what I believe were his original intended revelations about Erica, but I suspect that I’m over-analyzing a line for which Cornelius Crane probably intended a different, less unusual interpretation than mine.

Anyway, while Quito is downstairs, Jean Paul and Jacques have this amusing exchange:

Jean Paul: "You were the disrupting influence at that séance." Jacques: "I? Do I resemble a part of the chandelier that came crashing down?"

I think you can guess where this leads. Jacques possesses him, and this time the resulting scene is the most deliciously evil one we’ve seen yet of his character:

Just after possession, zombie Vangie identifies Jacques as Lucifer, and he confirms this. Since the first episode, we have heard Raxl say repeatedly that Jacques Eloi des Mondes was THE DEVIL, but at last we have confirmation that Ian Martin’s Jacques is, even after the beginning of executive meddling.

“Devil he is. Devil he will remain till I can exorcise and destroy him,” she adds, still in a trance and still with her eyes fixed forward.

“But aren’t you finding him too powerful for all of us?” Jacques replies.

“In the end, it is we who will be too strong for him.”

“But you are already losing all the battles.” Jacques smirks and leans closer to Vangie, as my heart--and the hearts of half the original audience--skips a beat. “Look at you now, Vangie. Look at you now, able to talk only with me because, like Quito, you are living in his...half-world.” (Does this mean that Quito can speak to him, too, when they are alone and Jacques allows it?) “Who put you there?”

“Fear not. He cannot kill me. My death is ordained.”

“He hasn’t killed you,” Jacques grins. “Who knows? Maybe in your present state, you will be able to reach Erica.”

“I didn’t want to reach her for myself, but for you, Jean Paul.” (Why does she identify him as Jean Paul now, when she called him Lucifer a minute ago? Jacques hasn’t de-possessed Jean Paul yet.)

Quietly, Alison and Matt enter undetected, as she continues. “The demon Jacques Eloi des Mondes, his evil was at the table. It was his alien presence that destroyed the séance.”

She lies back down on the couch, Jacques yells her name and grabs her, and Alison breaks her silence. “Jean Paul!” she shouts, rushing over to Vangie. “Leave her be!” Jacques demands that she bring her out of the trance, but Alison says that she doesn’t know how. He shoots down her suggestion that she take her to the mainland for treatment.

“It’s mystifying to hear her talk as though you were that man, an ancestor three hundred years dead,” Matt comments, pointing to Jacques’ portrait.

“The islanders are very superstitious with strange fancies,” Jacques gaslights him. “You’re not joining that group, are you, Reverend?”

“I may join them, too,” says Alison.

“Perhaps you all need therapy, or some other kind of treatment,” Jacques says as the camera zooms into his face. He starts off with a fairly neutral Jean Paul expression--he’s been getting better at imitating his descendant--but then widens his eyes in that way only Jacques does. It's not quite Bissits Face™, but it is a very Jacques expression nonetheless.

After the commercial break, Matt asks for some clarification as to what he meant by treatment. “Relief of tension, as at a séance,” he responds with a smile.

Another argument about séances is about to erupt when Quito walks up holding a cup of his herbal remedy. Jacques identifies this as “a pinch of hope, a dash of witchcraft, a hint of prayer, as harmless as Quito himself is.” Surprisingly, despite knowing that this will take Vangie out of her trance, he lets Alison serve it to her.

When Vangie recovers, she, too, insists--also surprisingly--that they have another séance. “It’s Jean Paul Desmond himself who risks all,” she tells Matt when he accuses her of endangering the guests’ lives. Alison has Matt take her upstairs to rest while she heads to the lab to grab a tranquilizer.

Meanwhile, in the lab...

A secret door behind the cabinet opens and Jacques comes out, carrying more of Dr. Menkin’s notes. When he hears Alison’s footsteps, he shuts the door (but not all the way--oops!) and leaves them on the table. After a brief conversation about Vangie, he leaves through the lab’s main entrance and Alison flips excitedly through the newly discovered notes.

My favorite shot of Alison from this scene.

The Lost Episode summary for this episode from The Newport Daily News mentions the secret door--indicating that it appeared in the original script for the episode--but also that Vangie knows about it and that Jacques will leave her alone during the second séance if she keeps it secret. Another version of the summary from the Minneapolis Star (November 5, 1969) says that the hidden door leads to “a secret passageway,” begging the question of where Jacques has hidden the notes. It must be somewhere between the Great Hall and the lab, but where?

You know, I’m surprised that, for all Raxl and Quito’s searching for the conjure doll and the silver pin and Alison, Dan, and Matt’s searching for the missing cyanide, they haven’t found more of the château’s secret rooms and passages. It’s just as inexplicable as how Jacques still doesn’t know the location of the Temple of the Serpent after three hundred years, hours of spying on people in the crypt, and that failed investigation of it with Holly last episode--and the Temple’s entrance isn’t even well-hidden! On a show set on an absurdly cold tropical island with anachronistic period costumes, 20-year-olds who look 30 but get turned away from the bar without being carded, white Incas, a white voodoo priest and priestesses, and a man with an IQ of 187 knowingly placing a glass table beneath a loose chandelier--and that’s only listing what we’ve seen so far--this stretches my willing suspension of disbelief more than anything else.

Right at the end of the episode, we learn from Jacques that Jean Paul’s will to resist him has become stronger, making possession of him more difficult:

Does Jean Paul’s stronger will explain all the headache faces?

Coming up next: A piece of the Conjure Man’s message reminds Raxl of Jacques’ pirate ship, which gives us the perfect opportunity to explore Jacques’ former career.

{<- Previous: Episode 37 || Next: Episode 39 ->}

#strange paradise #ian martin #maljardin arc #week 8 #episode 38 #review #analysis #continuity errors #genuinely scary episodes #hot as hell (best of jacques)#lost episode summaries #1960s slang #oh erica #the seance table #unexplained plot point #zombies

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Animal - 05

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook | lots of sarcasm | smut Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: mentions of violence, drugs, sex… Again, really explicit sex.

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A/N: I’m backkkk! I wrote this and I wanted to post it asap, so here it is! Hope you like it <3 (my finals are over but this 2019 is being shit? yeah) Sorry if this part isn’t what you expected after a long time, it kind of introduces to the salseo that’s about to happen muahahah

Being around Jungkook was surprisingly easy.

And yes, you meant easy.

Easy as in, natural easy, as in breathing easy. No awkwardness, no beating around the bush with each other. You kept that back and forth between the two of you, that banter, that ‘we-hate-each-other’ relationship, and even if sometimes you wanted to rip Jungkook’s head off because he still was insufferable… It was all so easy with him.

And maybe that’s what made it all so difficult.

“Another one, please,” you said to the barman, raising your now empty glass.

Surprisingly, your liking for parties had improved too. Partying with the boys meant fun, laughing until your stomach hurt and waking up the next day with a headache that seemed less like a headache as soon as you read the texts a very drunk Jimin had sent to the group chat the night before – sometimes, it included awkward drunk selfies too, such a great material for blackmailing him later.

They had become some sort of a family to you through the last month and a half. When you weren’t at the hospital, or at the library trying to concentrate on your thesis, you were all either at Pizza Planet eating pizza and playing bowls, or at Taehyung’s apartment playing Mario Kart and drinking some beers. It was the laid-back group of friends you had never had, who would have thought that you would find them at some wrestling match?

“Thanks,” you smiled, grabbing your drink as the barman handed it to you. You grabbed a straw and took a quick sip.

Even though your opinion on Jungkook, parties and the boys had improved, your liking for tight dresses and high heels hadn’t.

If you had just ignored Evey when she had insisted on making you wear one of her glittery dresses… At least you had turned down those horribly uncomfortable-looking high heels.

With the free hand that wasn’t holding your drink, you pulled the hem of your – or Evey’s – dress and walked away from the bar.

Your eyes scanned the crowd in search of the spot where you had last seen your group of friends.

Everyone at the club was ready with their shimmery outfits, on point hairstyles and make-ups. You could feel the festive atmosphere, with Christmas decorations everywhere, a huge Christmas Tree right behind the DJ and some snowflakes hanging from the high ceiling, not to mention the creepy guy dressed as Santa that was walking around the place and taking selfies with people.

You scurried between the moving bodies, trying to keep your drink inside the glass.

“Sorry,” you kept mumbling. “Excuse me.”

It was the party that gave way to the start of Christmas Holidays, yeehaw! You couldn’t be happier, you had booked a train ticket to go back home and visit your family, spend your holidays with them, and hopefully take some time for yourself and your thesis. Evey and some of the boys were also going to spend the holidays with their respective families, so it was more of a ‘goodbye party’.

But you hadn’t gone to that party just because it was Christmas and it would be the last time you saw Evey and the boys in almost three weeks… You had gone because you knew Jungkook would be there too, and since you hadn’t been able to hang around that often during the last week, you wanted to see him too. Not that you would admit that to anyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice calls you just as you’re about to go upstairs towards the booth were Evey and the rest are.

You turn around to find Sungho walking towards you, a glass of champagne on one hand, a pretty girl – way too young for him and that place – clinging to the other.

“Hi, Sungho,” you said, nodding politely just like anyone else would nod towards their boss. “Didn’t know you would be there.”

He simply smiled and raised his glass.

“I hope it’s been a pleasant surprise, then.”

“It sure has,” you smiled too. You had nothing against the man, but you didn’t know him that much to be pleased by his presence.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked, making polite conversation as the girl traced her acrylic nails down his tie.

“Yeah, I was actually going back to our booth,” you said, raising your glass. “I just wanted another drink.”

He nodded.

“Evey told me you were going home to spend the holidays with your family,” he said. “I hope you come back for the re-start of Wrestling Season.”

You nodded your heard yes. Wrestling Season had taken a break at the end of November, and it would start once again at the end of February.

“Of course, I’m just going home for a couple of weeks.”

The conversation was starting to get awkward, and both Sungho and the girl were starting to get impatient.

“Have you seen Jungkook? I was looking for him,” Sungho suddenly said.

Your eyes widened.

“Jungkook? Oh… Eh… No, I haven’t seen him yet, but he should be here,” you said.

Sungho’s eyes turned a bit dark, but you mistook it as lust, as the girl placed a kiss on his neck.

“Okay, thanks Y/N,” he said. “I’ll see you around, then, have fun.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You nodded and watched them disappear amongst the crowd. You frowned a bit but shrugged and started walking towards the booth upstairs once again.

As you were climbing the stairs that lead to the private booths, you took your phone from your small purse. No texts from Jungkook.

You didn’t want to get anxious, but usually, he would have already texted you by then.

You lifted your eyes from the screen of your phone, that showed no new notifications, as you finished walking the stairs. On the left, there was a darker hallway that lead to the bathrooms. Two girls emerged from it, laughing and mumbling to each other as another figure stayed behind.

You stopped as you recognized that figure.

Jungkook hadn’t seen you yet, too self-absorbed keeping whatever it was that he was keeping in the pockets of his pants.

Fuck, he looked stunning. Dressed in all black, he almost became camouflaged with his surroundings.

Maybe, if you hadn’t been so blinded by lust and alcohol running through your veins, you would have thought something was off. But all you could do was stay there as the girls walked past you and stare in awe at the young man.

He noticed someone staring at him and lifted his eyes.

They met yours in a swirl of pure lust and desire, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from drooling.

He leaned on the wall behind him, his hand finishing whatever it was doing inside his back pockets. His eyes drank in the sight of you, in a glittery, silver dress, scanning every inch and curve of your body. A body that not only his eyes, but his hands, had traced a hundredth times by then.

You stood there, waiting for him to approach you first.

Seeing you weren’t going to move, he smirked and pushed himself away from the wall, approaching you taking small steps.

He licked his lips, almost tasting you in them, his gaze anticipating what was going to happen next, like a hungry animal approaching its prey.

“You in a dress?” he scoffed, eyeing you up and down once again before setting his eyes on yours. “Is this real or am I dreaming?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he would say that instead of something nice.

“The fact that I don’t usually wear dresses doesn’t mean that I don’t wear dresses at all,” you said in a mocking tone, your hands lifting to touch the material of his black turtleneck sweater. “And what’s with the turtleneck? Didn’t know you were into vintage style.”

Jungkook frowned and looked down at his sweater as he pulled your hand away from it.

“It makes me look classy and,” he paused to look at you, arching a brow, “hot.”

You rolled your eyes again and let out a breathy laugh. “Sure.”

Jungkook smirked, approaching you with slow steps.

“Don’t act as if you weren’t gaping at me just two minutes ago…”

“Says here…” you scoffed.

“I never said I didn’t find you incredibly hot in that dress,” he purred.

You playfully smacked his arm and took a step back, cheeks heating up.

“Anyways,” you said, clearing your throat and trying to change the topic of the conversation. “What were you doing? I thought you weren’t here yet.”

“Nothing, just catching up with some old friends.”

You frowned. Catching up with some friends, in the dark hallway that lead to the bathrooms of a club? You arched a brow, but said nothing, knowing that, if Jungkook didn’t want to tell you what he was doing, he wouldn’t tell you. For a moment you thought about the two girls and him… But he was free to do as he pleased, you two weren’t in a relationship and he didn’t owe you any explanation.

“Sungho is here too, I saw him some minutes ago,” you said. “He was looking for you.”

At that, Jungkook’s face changed and his gaze hardened.

You narrowed your eyes, but soon, Jungkook composed himself and laughed it off.

“What a way to ruing a party, our boss making an appearance,” he laughed.

He had never spoken about Sungho as his boss before, not in front of you, at least. You thought they were just partners. Sungho put the money Jungkook needed for the fights, promotions, material… and Jungkook earnt the money that made Sungho rich.

“We better go find the others,” Jungkook said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

You stared at him for some more seconds until you shook your head and answered. “Yeah, sure.”

. . .

The small booth was packed with tension.

You and Jungkook sat on opposite sides of the private balcony, the darkness of the room not being enough to hide the glances Jungkook was throwing your way non-stop.

You shifted uncomfortably on your couch, trying to follow the conversation you were having with Evey and another friend she had invited.

“… Y/N!” you heard someone calling you.

Evey snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to catch your attention. You blinked a few times before cursing and slapping her hand away from your face.

“What?” you said, tearing your eyes away from Jungkook’s.

“Are you even listening to us?” Evey asked.

“Clearly not, if you had to snap your fingers in front of my face to catch my attention,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even know why she’s still my friend,” Evey said to the other girl. “Anyways,” she said, her attention back on you. “I was asking you if you thought Wheein has a chance with Joon.”

You frowned, looking towards Namjoon. He was talking to some boys you had never seen before. There were a lot of people in that booth you didn’t know.

From time to time, Namjoon looked out of the corner of his eye towards the couch where the three of you were sitting.

You suppressed a small smirk.

“Well,” you said, raising your brows. “If he keeps trying to look here without turning his neck, his eyes will start spinning 360 degrees.”

“You think?” Wheein exclaimed, covering her lips with her hands.

You shrugged. “I know shit about boys, believe me, I’m the worst at deciphering them, but Namjoon is not exactly… Discreet.”

“Oh my God, what should I do?”

Evey laughed. “Go for it, girl.”

“But I came here with the both of you, I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

Evey frowned. “What are you talking about? There’s no thing as leaving a friend hanging when the possibility of hooking up with a hot guy is right in front of you.”

“I agree,” you said, nodding and unconsciously throwing a brief glance towards Jungkook.

He was drinking from his glass, legs sprawled out for everyone to contemplate the strong muscles of his thighs through his black pants. His eyes were focused on Jin, who was telling some story you couldn’t hear, but from the looks of everyone around him, it was something funny. It was as if your gaze burned him, his eyes finding yours through the mass of people in the booth.

You had to cross your leg and rub them together at the intense gaze Jungkook gave you, his eyes dark and shiny from behind his glass.

Gulping, your eyes snapped back to Evey, who was looking around with a frown on her face, trying to catch whomever you were staring at. She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing.

You quickly changed the topic.

“What are you waiting for?” you said, pushing Wheein off the couch.

Wheein stood up nervously.

“I… I don’t know…” she stuttered. “What if it goes wrong and he rejects me?”

“Don’t think about that and go,” you said, pushing her some more until she was stumbling against Namjoon.

You watched the two of them interact with a proud smile on your face.

“What’s going on?” Evey said, blinking a few times.

You blinked rapidly as you averted your eyes from Namjoon and Wheein laughing awkwardly, and looked at Evey.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N, I know you better than your mother does, spill,” Evey said, crossing her arms over your chest.

You gulped the rest of your drink, trying to think about a good answer.

You knew what she was referring to, but it was impossible she knew what was going on between you and Jungkook, you had been careful enough so no one would know.

Is not that you don’t want to tell her… Is just that… You don’t want to tell her. You were aware that Evey was the first person that encouraged you to sleep with Jungkook to get rid of that tension between the two of you, but if she knew that it had been more than once and that you were starting to feel weird about it all, she would give you one of those mother speeches you usually gave her.

You were too tipsy and turned on to have that kind of conversation then and there.

“Um…” you mumbled. “I’m peeing myself, I need to go to the bathroom.”

You stood up, trying to run away from that situation. Where the fuck was Taehyung when you needed him to keep Evey distracted?

“Oh, no, no,” Evey scoffed, standing up too.

“Pee!” you shouted, handing her your empty glass and running away from that private booth.

Panting, you arrived to the dark hallway where you had found Jungkook previously. You would have to tell Evey eventually, but you couldn’t find the right time to do so.

You were still trying to catch your breath when you heard footsteps approaching you, the sound louder than the muffled sound of music.

You lifted your eyes, Jungkook approaching you taking long strides.

Once he was in front of you, he trapped you against the wall, your back hitting it with a loud noise.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands already all over your body, groping, caressing, pinching… “I thought this moment would never arrive.”

“Ah… Jungkook,” you protested when he grabbed your ass with both hands, his tight grip hurting you a bit. “Stop being so rough.”

Jungkook hid his face in the crook of his neck and started biting and licking it as if he was a crazy man.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice muffled by your skin as he caressed your ass cheeks tenderly. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair. “But I can’t help myself, I’ve been going crazy staring at you from the opposite side of the booth and not being able to touch you.”

You laughed. Fuck. You were the one who was going crazy, if you already weren’t.

“If you keep groping my ass like that, as if it was some pizza dough, you’ll end up turning it all flabby.”

Jungkook laughed and lifted his head so his forehead was resting against yours.

“You know how much I love your ass,” he said, the word love causing your heart to jump inside your chest.

You really were screwed.

He kept staring at you with those fierce eyes of his, burning you, making you feel as if a thousand fireworks were exploding inside your belly, and turning your legs into wobbly limbs.

“I know,” you smirked, rather shyly.

It brought a smile to his lips, one of his hands travelling from your ass to the front of your dress, until it was tracing circles on top of one of your breasts.

“And this dress… Fuck,” he growled, his eyes looking at the hand that was moving all over your breasts. “You look so hot tonight, baby.”

You bit your lower lip at that. He only called you baby when he was really, really horny.

“Ah yeah?” you teased him. “You didn’t think the same when you first saw me tonight, laughing at me.”

“You laughed at my turtleneck too.”

“Yeah, but you laughed at me first.”

“Well, I laughed because if I didn’t, I would have cum all over my pants,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

Some people walked past you, towards the bathroom, mumbling as they stared at the two of you. But neither you or Jungkook gave a single fuck about them.

You arched a brow. “It sounds like a lame excuse.”

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh. “Do you want me to show you how much I like this dress, Y/N? Hmm?”

You gulped, as he pressed his front against yours, his erection pressing into your lower abdomen.

“Do you?” he repeated, letting the words caress the shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” you breathed, a smirk already drawn over your lips.

Jungkook gasped in your ear, something that looked like a suppressed moan.

“But not here, I’m not fucking you in a bathroom once again,” you said, hands still caressing Jungkook’s scalp.

“Sure,” he nodded, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, trying to calm himself. When he lifted his head and his eyes stared into yours once again, he had a huge smirk all over his lips. “But you say it as if you didn’t enjoy it when I fucked you in the bathroom upstairs.”

His head pointed towards the ceiling, and you immediately knew what he was referring to.

“I enjoyed it,” you shrugged. “But I have my preferences.”

He smiled and let his head hang low, his hands coming to accommodate his erection inside his pants.

“I’ll grab our things, wait for me in here,” he said.

A few minutes later, he was leading towards his car, parked in the parking lot of the club. The both of you got inside the black car and Jungkook pulled off the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” you mindlessly asked once you saw he wasn’t going in the direction of your neighborhood.

“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes looking at you as his left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Where are we going?” you repeated, looking back at him.He smiled softly, staring back at the road ahead of him.

“To my apartment,” he simply answered.

You tried to hide how your eyes widened. He had never brought you to his apartment, and he had never even mentioned it, offered it so the boys could hang out in there. It was his private space, his little secret.

“It’s closer from here,” he said, hearing your silence. “And I can’t wait any longer.”

Of course it was because of that, but still…

“Are you okay with it? If you don’t want to, I can drive us to your apartment...”

“No,” you said, a bit too quickly for your liking. You shook your head as if to emphasize your words. “It’s okay. If you’re okay with it, I am too.”

Jungkook’s apartment – if you could call it that – was nothing like you had imagined it. It was located in the last floor of an old building in the outskirts of the city. It was an open space, kitchen, living room and bedroom in sight as soon as you opened the front door. The walls were made of red bricks, big picture windows covering some of them. It wasn’t anything like you had pictured Jungkook’s place, yet, it screamed him from every corner.

“You like it?” he said, closing the front door.

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking off your shoes as you walked further into the apartment, dark wooden floor cold beneath your feet. “I just… Didn’t imagine it like this.”

“And how did you imagine it?” he hummed, suddenly his arms wrapping around your frame as he rested his chin on your shoulder, placing open mouthed kisses on the skin that wasn’t covered by the dress.

“Hmm…” you mumbled. “Dunno… Smaller? Dirtier? Uglier?”

He laughed and spun you around so you were facing him. He didn’t bother switching the lights on, the moonlight that seeped through the windows being more than enough.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. “You thought I lived in a sty?”

You laughed too.

“More or less,” you teased, a smirk on your face seeing how his eyes were fixed on your lips.

He took a step closer to you, his body flush against yours.

“More or less…” he repeated, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I see…”

His hands traced your back, playing with the zipper of your dress. He grabbed it, yanking it downwards in one movement.

“Fucking hell, Jungkook,” you growled, hands flying to your back. “If you break it, I swear… It’s Evey’s dress!”

“Oops,” Jungkook smirked. “I think she will have to buy a new one.”

“You broke it?” you squealed, your hands finding the zipper.

In the meantime, Jungkook had been pushing the both of you around his loft. When the back of your knees hit the bed, he stopped.

“Don’t panic,” he laughed. “After all I’m planning on doing to you tonight, Evey won’t want it anymore.”

You glared at him. “What if I tear that turtleneck of yours? Would you like it?”

Jungkook pushed you until you fell on the bed, sitting with him standing in between your legs. You looked up at him.

“I wouldn’t mind it, to be honest, I would love to see you tearing up my clothes.”

“You’re so kinky, Jeon Jungkook,” you laughed. “You know that?”

“I know, but you love it so much,” he whispered, his index finger and thumb caressing your chin.

You bit your lower lip, that back and forth between the two of you being the best foreplay for you.

Your whole body on fire, you placed your hands on his thighs and started tracing them upwards. He placed his hands on your forearms, caressing them as you reached the waistband of his pants.

“You’re kinky too,” he said, breaking the soft silence that had filled the apartment.

You smirked, unbuttoning his pants and dragging the zipper down, trying to remain calm. But you were far from feeling calm, the flames licking inside your body and threatening to burn you alive.

“You try to hide it beneath that good girl façade, but we both know that’s far from the truth,” he kept saying, his hands caressing your arms from the wrist to the shoulder and back to the wrist.

With a hard pull, you dragged his pants down his toned legs until they were pooling around his feet.

You looked upwards, your hands coming up to palm the front of his black boxers.

“I don’t have any good girl façade,” you argued, arching a brow.

“Not so sure about that,” he laughed, his hand now grabbing a strand of your hair and placing it behind your ear. “You act like you’re so demure and shy, and look at you now, sitting in my bed with a torn dress, about to suck my cock.”

You rolled your eyes, circling your hand around his cock with force as if to show him your disagreement with his words.

“Oh,” you said in a low tone, your other hand taking off his boxers. “But being shy and demure has nothing to do with sucking cock, that’s such a fucking sexist stereotype, I was hoping you already knew that by now,” you purred.

That being said, you dragged his boxers all the way down his legs and leaned closer to his member, in full swing right in front of you. He was completely hard, and you smiled, knowing that the back and forth between you both was as pleasing to him as it was to you.

“I’m starting to see,” he smiled, looking down at you.

Your index finger traced the vein that ran down the side of his member, the skin flushed and warm. You unconsciously wetted your lips as your eyes ate in the sight in front of you. It was a sight to admire though, his cock standing upright all ready for you, a complete work of art.

One of his hands came up to your chin and made you lift your head.

“Look at me while you put my cock inside your mouth,” he demanded, in that authoritarian tone of his that never failed to turn you on.

You did as he said and looked up at him with innocent eyes while you slowly encircled his member with your mouth. You didn’t know who had the best view, if him, with you at his mercy, his cock inside your mouth as you battled your eyelashes at him; or you, his chest heaving, bangs falling onto his face as he let his head hung, dark eyes focused on your lips.

Moaning, you forced yourself to take him deeper until you felt him against your palate, the hand that wasn’t caressing one of his thighs, grabbing the base of his cock and pumping it slowly. You were caressing him so much that night, it was as if your body ached when it wasn’t touching his, your fingertips numb when they weren’t caressing his skin.

“That’s it, fuck,” he growled, not tearing his eyes away from yours, and of course, as the “good girl” you were, you didn’t tear your eyes from his either. “Take it, baby, take it all the way down your throat.”

You breathed all the air you could from your nose, the hand that was grabbing his erection pushing it deeper inside your mouth until you could feel it against the back of your throat.

You watched as Jungkook clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, his head snapping backwards until all you could see was his chin. A loud moan filled the apartment, and fuck, you loved how vocal he was.

“Fuccck…”

Your lungs started to ache from the lack of oxygen, and your throat clenched uncomfortably against his girth, making you gag and pull him out of you.

Blinking away the tears, you pumped him, spreading your saliva all over him.

“You’re being so good to me tonight,” you heard him, caressing your scalp and pushing your hair away from your face. “So good…”

You looked up at him, glad that he looked as fucked up as you did. His lower lip was an angry red color, swollen from all the biting he had been doing. He couldn’t get any prettier.

“I’m always good,” you murmured, teasing him like you knew he loved.

Jungkook laughed, one of his hands cupping your cheek and his thumb wiping the tears away.

“Will you keep being a good girl then?” he asked, voice sugary.

You nodded, your hand speeding its movements. He was really turned on, and from the color of his tip and how much precum was leaking from it, you could tell he was close to his release. But Jungkook knew how to control himself, which was a torture to him at the same time.

“Good,” he hummed. “Then, take your hands off my cock, place them on the bed, behind your back.”

You complied, your eyes never leaving his.

“That’s it, no touching,” he demanded. “Now open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

You parted your lips, tongue out for him to place his cock on it.

He grabbed his erection by the base, whacking your tongue with it repeatedly. In between wet sounds and his soft moans, you could hear the wind blowing outside and some soft music sounding in the distance.

Without warning, his soft movements turned into rough ones and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head backwards and slamming his cock inside your mouth with force. You suppressed a gag, closing your eyes to relax yourself a bit.

You felt a slap on one of your cheeks, and then, a hand grabbing both of your cheeks with strength.

“What did I say about looking at me while I put my cock inside your mouth?” Jungkook growled, shaking your head until you were looking back at him.

Your eyes were teary when you opened them, and your vision blurry.

He wiped away the tears with his free hand.

“Keep your eyes open,” he demanded, letting go off your face to grab your hair once again.

You tried to adjust to him in the meantime, taking a deep breath and filling your lungs.

His cock pumped in and out of your mouth at an animalist pace, and you knew that if he kept going at it like that, he would be cumming inside your mouth in less than a minute.

You let him do as he pleased, trusting him with all your soul.

He felt you relaxing around him and took that as an opportunity to slam into you until your nose was almost touching his lower abdomen. He obliged you to stay like that for some seconds, until you couldn’t take it anymore and gagged, your hands flying to his thighs to pull yourself away from him.

You gasped for air and coughed once his cock was out of your mouth, a stripe of saliva joining your lower lip and his tip.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at you, his hand letting go off your hair and caressing the back of your head.

With your hands still placed on his thighs, you nodded.

You looked up and nodded once more, to reassure him. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin from how turned on you were.

“You’re being so good to me, so good,” he reassured you, slapping your cheeks softly a few times. “So, so good.”

With his other hand, he started pumping himself again, his cock coated in your saliva.

The look on his eyes was one of pure adoration, the entire Milky Way locked in his eyes as he stared down at you. You wondered if your eyes looked as shiny as his, or if it was just your imagination and the reflection of the moonlight all over him.

He grabbed your head once again and you immediately opened your mouth, letting him put his girth inside your mouth once again. Your hands stayed glued to his thighs, feeling how they clenched and unclenched with each thrust.

He was starting to sweat, his bangs damp and darker as they stuck to his forehead.

As he stayed unmoving inside your mouth, you taking deep breaths not to gag again, you clenched your throat around him.

As if you had burnt him, he pulled away from you and grabbed his cock, keeping a tight grip around the base.

“Fuck, that nearly made me cum,” he panted.

You laughed, and your body moved on its own when you leaned closer to him and started peppering kisses all over his abdomen and hip bones. They were tender and soft, so soft he could barely feel them, except for the tingly sensation they left on his skin.

You blamed it all on the alcohol, but you knew you hadn’t drunk enough to put the blame on anything that wasn’t you that night.

Just like you had hoped he didn’t notice your caresses, you hoped he didn’t pay attention to your kisses. That night, your brain wasn’t controlling your body.

As Jungkook regained his breath and composure, you stood up and pushed him a bit backwards.

Jungkook placed his head on your shoulder, gasping. His hands grabbed your hips and pressed your body closer to his.

No words were exchanged, just you and him, breathing.

He took off your dress and threw it across the room, mumbling something about loving it when you didn’t wear a bra underneath your clothes.

“I hope Evey won’t miss it too much,” you laughed, letting him push you backwards and throw you on the bed.

You dragged yourself further into the bed until your head was resting on the pile of cushions that adorned it.

With want, you watched how Jungkook took his sweater off, standing naked in all his glory at the feet of the bed.

He crawled on the bed and went straight for your panties, rubbing his nose against their front.

“Are you wet?” he asked you, arching a brow as he looked up at you.

He had done the same thing a hundredth times, yet, his intense gaze and lustful expression always made you feel as if it was the first. The first time he was seeing your body, touching and tasting it.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your hands pushing back his wet bangs.

He smirked and hummed as he pushed your panties aside. The first swipe of his tongue over your folds, sent a shiver down your spine, your back arching.

“Hmm… You are really wet,” he hummed, blowing hot air over your delicate skin. He then lifted his eyes and stared at you. “Does sucking my cock turn you on that much?”

You couldn’t help but moan. You were rather shy when it came to telling how you felt during sex, but the words just slipped out of your mouth like dripping water.

“Yeah, it does…” you mumbled.

Jungkook growled and brought his face closer to you until his nose was caressing your pubic bone.

Holding the inside of your thighs so you wouldn’t close your legs, he started licking at your folds once again, paying special attention to your clit. His hums could be felt, reverberating across your skin.

You kept your eyes closed, feeling as if you were floating above the clouds, your body light and your heart so heavy it could bring you back to earth. You knew it was a dangerous feeling, but you pushed it aside as Jungkook’s tongue swirled around your entrance.

Your hands still locked on his hair, you brushed it with your fingertips. With your other arm, you propped yourself up on one elbow and watched him with hooded eyes. Your moans were becoming louder, and keeping your legs apart was being really difficult.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his voice muffled.

You bit your lower lip, your eyes finding his in the dim light of the room.

You just nodded, afraid that you would scream if you opened your mouth.

Jungkook brought one of his hands under his body, searching for his still erect cock and pumping it rapidly.

The sight was one you wanted to capture and keep it forever with you, so erotic and beautiful.

“J… Jungkook,” your voice trembled, and you didn’t have enough strength to hold yourself up anymore, so you let yourself fall limply onto the bed.

It was as if time stilled and blood stopped running through your veins when Jungkook pulled away from you as you were about to reach your high.

“What the f – “ you began.

But Jungkook was already crawling over you, rolling a condom on as he did so. He placed both of his hands on your hips and spun you around until you were lying on your stomach, your head almost bumping against the headboard had it not been for your left hand, that cushioned the impact.

He was caging you in with both of his thighs, not letting you part your legs.

“Shh…” he whispered in your ear. “Now you’re wet enough.”

You rolled your eyes, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

Hoisting himself on the headboard with one hand, and the other grabbing your waist, keeping you pressed against the bed, he thrusted you in one harsh movement. He was caging you in with both of his thighs

You clenched your teeth and closed your eyes, your hand slowly slipping from the headboard as you placed your forehead against it.

Jungkook started to move without waiting for you to adjust to him.

You started gasping for air at his animalistic pace, your body sliding upwards on the bed with each thrust, your upper body nearly flush against the headboard.

You could hear the sounds of Jungkook’s skin slapping against your ass cheeks, the sounds of the headboard colliding against the brick wall behind it, his low growls and your gasps.

Jungkook’s hand started molding your ass cheeks, parting them so he could see how easily he slid in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled in between thrusts. “And I love how your ass look from this position. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now. Fuck, baby…”

He pressed his forehead against the back of your neck, slowly kissing your spine. You could feel his sweat dripping on your skin.

“Hmpf,” you mumbled, hiding your face in the pillows and holding tightly onto them.

In that position, you could feel him stretching you out like he had never done. You couldn’t get enough of him, and you were starting to accept the fact that you never would.

Your moans encouraged him, to go even faster and harder, until it came to a point where all you wanted to do was scream. Knuckles turning white from the strength with which you were grabbing the pillows, your first orgasm reached you, so sudden and strong, it felt like a tsunami.

Your walls clenched around Jungkook, letting him know you had reached your climax, your back arching before going completely rigid, the rest of your body limp.

Jungkook kept fucking you, in and out, quick and slow, hard and brutal.

When he saw you weren’t saying anything, he leaned closer to your ear, all his weight resting on you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You didn’t even have enough strength to nod with your head.

Jungkook pulled out of you and grabbed your neck, forcing you to lift your upper body.

“Answer me,” he demanded, face searching yours.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his hand holding your neck tightly.

“Y… yeah, I’m… I’m fine,” you stuttered, unable to breathe properly.

Jungkook spanked both of your ass cheeks before letting go of your neck and wrapping his hand around your chin and jaw instead. He stuffed his thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it willingly.

“You sure? Can you take it?”

You nodded once again, scraping the skin of his finger with your teeth.

Jungkook cursed under his breath and pushed himself away from you.

In a quick movement, he had you on your back once again, body hovering over yours.

Your sweaty face and reddened cheeks in full display for him. You bit your lip while his eyes scanned your entire face, drinking in the sight of you and engraving it in his memory.

He pushed himself inside you once again, your warm walls welcoming him as you flinched a bit at the feeling of being full once again.

He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them over your head. He held them in place with one hand, the other travelling down to grab your bouncing breasts, to scrape the skin of your abdomen slowly, to caress your arms or press against your neck.

He was near, you could feel him.

He let his body fall onto yours, his chest flush against yours as he let go of your hands and you brought them to his back, tracing ever muscle and curve of it.

“I’m not gonna last…” he whispered, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Me neither,” you mumbled, feeling a second orgasm approaching.

He lifted his face and smirked at you.

“Am I that good that I can make you cum twice?” he asked, arching a brow.

You let out a breathy laugh, staring at him.

“You shouldn’t be so full of yourself, Jeon Jungkook,” you smirked. “I said I wasn’t going to last long, not that –“

He gave a specific deep thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spot, and causing you to shut up immediately.

“Hmpf…” you said through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m…”

“What did you say about –?”

It was his turn to shut up abruptly when you started cumming around him, your walls clenching spasmodically. Your back arched until your breasts were pressed against his pectorals, and you grabbed his biceps with strength.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I wanna cum all over you.”

“Cum all over me, Jungkook,” you said, still in your peak.

You propped your head up on the cushions as you felt him pulling out of you, your core aching from the sudden emptiness.

Jungkook sat on the back of his legs, taking the condom off in a rush with one hand as he started pumping himself with the other.

You stared at him as he clenched his jaw and let himself go, his cum landing on your abdomen and chest on white spurts of semen. You reached out to touch his abdomen, clenching and unclenching underneath your fingers as he came.

Once he had started to calm down, he rolled on the other side of the bed, landing on his back right next to you.

You both stayed like that, the apartment suddenly overcome with a thick silence, only interrupted by your erratic breaths. You watched the shadows the moon casted inside the apartment. They looked like the shadows of your room, but somehow bigger and darker.

“Fuck,” Jungkook said after a long pause. “That was…”

“Wild?” you asked, looking at him with a smirk on your face.

You could see the defined curve of his nose as he stared at the ceiling.

“Insane, fucking insane,” he agreed, turning his head to stare back at you. “What the fuck has gotten into us?”

You shrugged, brushing away your hair from your face.

“Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year for a reason,” you joked.

“Right,” Jungkook laughed, standing up from the bed.

As he walked around the apartment, naked, your eyes couldn’t stay away from his form. He disappeared behind a glass wall. It was opaque, so you could see nothing through it.

He returned with a towel. He passed it to you and you cleaned yourself up.

He looked at you as you cleaned yourself.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” he asked, his eyes never leaving you.

You tried to act as if you were unaffected by his offer. It was not the first time you slept together, but it was the first time it felt different. It was the first time he asked you.

“I don’t feel like dressing myself once again and driving you home, what do you think?” he quickly explained himself after hearing no answer from you.

You shrugged, standing up and handing him the towel back, grabbing your panties from the floor.

Nearly half an hour and ten silly jokes later, you found yourself lying on your side on Jungkook’s bedroom, looking at his back as he slept facing away from you. You were in too deep for you to keep denying it, and you only had two options. You either faced the music, or you stayed away from him.

. . .

“Yeah, who’s it?” you heard Evey’s voice say before she could fully open the door to her apartment.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted when she saw you standing on her doorstep, hair a complete mess because you had no hair ties with you and you had no way to hide it with a bun. You were still wearing the pair of heels you had worn the previous night, that paired with a baggy hoodie and some grey sweatpants made you look like JLo in Jenny from the block.

Let’s sum it up: you looked like shit – a total insult to JLo, who still rocked those outfits in Jenny from the block.

“What are you doing here? And…” she paused, looking you up and down as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “And what the fuck are you wearing?”

Pressing the glittery dress you had been holding in your hands on her chest, you strolled past her and walked into her apartment.

“The zipper’s broken,” you said, taking those horrible high heels off. “I’ll pay you for it… Or I’ll buy you another dress, whatever you want… Maybe I would throw it away if I were you.”

Evey stood on the doorsill with her mouth opening and closing every now and then, not knowing what to do and still hungover from the previous night.

Finally, she shut the door and walked towards you, a look of pure confusion on her face.

“Care to explain what’s going on?” Evey said, head peeking through the back of the couch in which you were lying looking at the ceiling. “I barely woke up five minutes, my mind’s too slow and hungover now to explain anything.”

“Is Taehyung home?” you asked.

“No, he went back to his apartment last night. He had some things to do,” Evey explained. “Anyway, don’t beat around the bush. What’s going on? Why are you dressed like… Like that? Where the fuck did you go last night? I went crazy searching for you and you weren’t answering my calls! And what the fuck happened to my dress?!”

You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

“Jungkook broke it,” you sighed.

“Jungkook?” Evey asked, even more confused than before. “Jungkook? What the fuck does Jungkook have to do with my dress?”

You sat yourself up on her couch, opening your eyes and staring at her. You had never looked at anyone so intensely, and that was freaking Evey out.

“What does he…?” Evey kept asking, now more to herself than to you. “Jungkook?” her eyes travelled around the floor of her apartment, and when they stopped and landed back on you, you knew she had joined all the pieces of the puzzle. “Y/N…”

Before she could say anything else, words started dripping from your mouth like water.

“I’ve been sleeping with Jungkook for over a month now and I think I’ve caught feelings for him.”

“Sleeping with him?!” Evey shouted, her eyes wide as saucers, ready to spill from their sockets. “For over a month now?! What the fuck? Y/N!” she glared at you as she screamed your name. “And… Wait, what? You’ve caught feelings for him?!”

You closed your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend and not telling you sooner, I thought that if I kept it a secret it would be easier when it was over, that the group wouldn’t be affected by it and that I… That I wouldn’t get too involved if I treated it as if it was nothing,” you said without even pausing to take a breath. You opened your eyes, stinging a bit from the unshed tears. “But here I am, crying over a boy I should be hating... I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

Evey’s face went from confused, to angry, to sad in a couple of seconds, and before your brain could register it, she was launching herself on the couch and caging you in a tight hug.

“No, hun, why are you crying? Don’t cry,” she said as you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m not crying,” you stubbornly said, your voice muffled by the cozy sweater she was wearing. “I’m just shedding some tears.”

Evey laughed a bit and brought her hands to your back as she started tracing circles over it.

“Well, don’t shed some tears. You’re not stupid, and I’m definitely not mad at you for not telling me that sooner, I was just… A bit shocked, to be honest.”

“I won’t blame you if you’re mad, I’d totally understand it.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that, you know I’m not mad at you…”

He pushed your shoulders until she was staring at your face, ugly tears running down your cheeks.

You sniffled your snot and wiped away the tears from your face. “But… But I always tell you everything, and I’ve been avoiding you lately because if you saw me you would know something weird was going on, and I felt so guilty but… I just couldn’t.”

“Y/N,” Evey called you. “Look at me.”

You did as she said, lifting your gaze so you could look at her.

“I’m not mad at you, you needed your time to tell me, I respect that,” she whispered, helping you in your task of wiping the tears from your face. “You ended up telling me anyway.”

“I guess so…” you shrugged, her words not really making you feel less guilty.

“But I’m still a bit shocked to be honest…” she mumbled. “I mean, I knew Jungkook was after you and that there was an incredibly huge sexual tension between you both, but I thought you’d never give in.”

“Well, I did give in, damn me please! I should have listened to myself and stayed away from that twat!”

Evey’s eyes widened again at your sudden outburst of anger.

“Whoa! He better not have hurt you! Has he done something to you, because I’m gonna kill him if that’s so –“

You interrupted her as she started to get up from the couch in her angry speech.

“Wait no” you cried, surrounding her upper arm with both hands. “He did nothing… That’s the worst part.”

And just like that, you were crying again.

As you cried on her lap for the second time that evening, Evey asked herself if she was still drunk from all that Ukrainian vodka she had drunk the night before, or if it was all real.

When you had calmed a bit, Evey pushed away all the hair that had fallen over your face.

“I… I don’t understand anything, Y/N,” Evey said, shaking her head. “Why are you crying then?”

You lifted yourself up from the couch, shaking your head.

“Because I think I’m in love with Jungkook,” you sniffled.

Evey’s eyes lit up. “What? But being in love isn’t a bad thing at all!”

You shook your head no once again. “No, you don’t understand it. I can’t fall in love with Jungkook, I can’t fall in love with someone like him. I knew this was going to happen, that’s why I didn’t want to sleep with Jungkook in the first place, but then it happened and I just… I couldn’t stop.”

Evey grabbed your wrist and forced you to take a seat on the couch next to her.

“Breathe girl, relax a bit.”

You couldn’t breathe, not when everything was weighing down on you like a ton of rocks over your shoulders. Having told Evey what you were feeling had somehow made you feel more at peace, but it didn’t solve all your problems.

“If you want to, you can explain it all to me, if not, I’ll be here to support you whatever happens.”

You sighed. You were being chaotic and probably, overdramatic.

“The night we all hung out at Taehyung’s apartment and then went to that new club, Jungkook and I… Well, we argued a bit. Nothing new. But suddenly he looked so sexy and I remembered your words about the sexual tension and I… I gave in and I slept with him, and I kept sleeping with him after that. We agreed on being just two people who have sex with each other because they both enjoyed it, and for once in my life I thought that it may work, I mean, how could I fall for someone like Jungkook? But… Here I am, a month and a half later,” you stopped talking to take a deep breath, Evey glancing at the floor. “I know I’ve always said I’m someone who wears their hear on their sleeve, and that I caught feelings to soon… I was just stupid to think it wouldn’t happen with Jungkook. This is all my fault.”

“This is not your fault,” Evey growled, suddenly looking angry as she glanced back at you. “You don’t choose who you love and who you don’t, you simply do, and you should be proud you have such a big heart.”

You shook your head no. “It’s not that it’s –“

“I know, I know… It’s not that you’re not proud of feeling things for people, it’s just that you’re not proud of feeling things for Jungkook… Have you thought about telling him?”

“And having him reject me?” you exclaimed. “No, thanks.”

“You don’t know if he’ll reject you or not if you don’t try!”

“C’mon Evey, you already know me… I’ve never confessed to anyone because I’m too afraid they’ll reject me. I’d rather keep quiet and distance myself from them.”

“So, why don’t you distance yourself from Jungkook then?”

You bit your lower lip, now averting your eyes from her as you felt your cheeks reddening.

“Because I don’t want to… He… I… I mean…” you shook your head, growling when you couldn’t find the words to express yourself. “I feel so good when I’m with him, not only in a physical way. He’s so funny and… I don’t know if I’m seeing things, but I feel as if he’s much more than he lets on.”

Evey stayed quiet for a bit.

“Jungkook’s always been a quiet kid, ever since I first started seeing Tae and he introduced me to the boys. I mean, he’s not quiet because he never keeps that mouth of his shut, but he never speaks about himself or let people know him. He talks about videogames and fights and girls, but he never talks about himself… The fact that he has let you see him in a way he has never let anyone do… It has to mean something.”

“I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Evey smiled softly as she looked at you.

“Listen Y/N,” she said, grabbing one of your hands. “You’re one of the strongest and kindest women I know. You act all tough and you use humor as your barrier, but behind all that, there’s a beautiful human being wishing to love and be loved. You deserve all the good things that happen to you. If he’s not able to see that, then he’s blind and stupid and screwed.”

You let a soft laugh escape from your lips.

“If you think keeping it a secret from him it’s what’s best for you, then go ahead and keep doing what you do without telling him how you feel,” she kept talking. “If you can’t keep it from him anymore, then you have two other options, you either avoid him or you tell him.”

You shook your head. “What if he rejects me?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“I don’t even know what option scares me more anymore…” you sighed.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

You considered yourself to be a very brave person, independent and confident in what you did… So why was Jungkook the exception to all your rules?

“Think about it during winter holidays, okay? Go home and rest with your family, you’ll have his stupid ass once again when you come back.”

You smiled and hugged Evey. What would you have done without her?

“But think about it, okay? Don’t chicken out.”

“I never chicken out!” you protested.

“I know,” she smiled devilishly at you.

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Fighting with Stray Kids (part 2)

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Bang Chan:

He sat at the end of the bed in disbelief, his head in his hands, tears slowly trickling down his cheeks. He knew where you’d gone but he didn’t chase after you, he was tired, his phone wasn’t charging and you were in a bad mood. He left it a few hours before making his way over to your best friend’s house, who by this time had had enough of you complaining about him so let him in immediately.

“Y/n” he stood over you while you sat on the couch, your friend standing in the doorway. “My phone died as I read your text, I’m sorry”

“You think that’s the biggest issue here?” You cried out. You were still upset and fuming at his actions. “You slept at HER house. The girl that has had a crush on you for ages, she just told me, probably to rub it in” you threw your phone at your friend’s leather couch before screwing yourself up into a ball.

He sat beside you, his hands pressed together between his knees. “I know it sounds bad, but nothing happened, I promise, Felix was there too!” He added on as if that made it any better. You looked to your friend who just shrugged her shoulders.

“I need some space, maybe it’s best if we don’t see each other for a little bit while I think” you sniffled, trying not to sound sad while your friend showed him out.

Woojin:

You followed him to your shared living room, surprised to see his family still sat there. You were ready to apologise but now didn’t seem like the right time, the impression you had already made on his family was bad enough without trying to say sorry and probably failing. You said hello to them while his family looked between you and him.

His mother suddenly spoke. “Woojin, can’t you see they are tired? They just came home from work and they wanted to sleep. It’s not their fault that they are getting overworked.” She came over and hugged you. Never did you expect them to take your side.

Woojin stood and thought for a while before looking over to you. “I guess you’re right, I’m sorry darling” he also came over to hug you, pulling back as soon as he remembered his family was watching.

“I’ll go cut the cake” you said sheepishly, wanting to get out of the situation ASAP.

“Let me help you” Woojin followed, reaching the kitchen and closing the door behind him. “I mean it y/n, I am sorry. If you’re still tired you can go back to bed, I’ll just tell them you need to sleep.” You shook your head grabbing a knife to cut the cake. He took it from your hand and placed it on the counter. “Come here, let me kiss you.” His hand found its way to the back of your head, through all your messy hair, it’s shocking to think you feel like both the saddest and the happiest person alive in the same day.

Lee Know:

His socks became dirty from following you down the carpeted apartment corridor, shouting your name as he did so. Soon you gave in, turning around and him stopping around a metre away from you in fear.

“If you keep shouting you’ll wake up the sleeping kids, can you stop being selfish just for two seconds?” You asked turning around once again and continuing your angry stroll to god knows where. Admittedly you were now walking a little slower, you wanted to hear him out but you were also stubborn.

“You look hot when you’re angry.” He ran, now directly next to you, his hand grabbing yours, both covered in sweat.

“I’m glad one of us is enjoying this.” You moaned, not letting go of his hand, however.

“You are too” he teased, you smirked, somehow giving in. “How about we go to McDonald’s drive through, you can have whatever you want.”

“And Sam?” You asked, now being jokingly stubborn.

“I guess we can stop by his on the way home to drop off something” he rolled his eyes.

Changbin:

You stood outside his room for a while, knocking on the door and shouting to him. You gave up eventually, slumping down next to the door while beginning to cry. A slight sniffle escaped and Changbin was now the one who felt guilty. He never meant to shout at you or hurt your feelings. He left it a few minutes, trying to find the right words, before coming out and seeing you on the floor. You looked broken and Changbin looked the same.

“I never meant to hurt you” he spoke quietly.

“I know” you sobbed at the sam volume.

“You mean more to me than a hoodie, I don’t even need a new one, I just need you.” He sat next to you resting is head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I tore it, I should have been more careful” you wrapped your arms around him. You rubbed his back as he cried onto your shoulder, now hugging each other tightly.

“I hope we never argue again, that was horrible” he confessed. “Promise me we won’t argue again.”

“I can’t make promises like that when you keep leaving the toilet seat up, Seo Changbin” you joked, now trying to make light of the situation.

Hyunjin:

Weeks went by before you spoke to him once again. He’d called you every day for a month, you hated it but you secretly liked that he couldn’t live without you, but you also hated that you thought like that. Your phone rang again, this time it was Woojin. You answered, worried that something was wrong.

“Hello, is everything okay?” You asked, a little concerned.

“No” the voice at the other end of the phone spoke and it definitely wasn’t Woojin’s.

“Who’s this?” You asked, now a little annoyed that you’d been prank called.

“It’s Hyunjin” you went to hang up but decided to stay to see what he wanted. “I need closure.” He said after a pause. ��Am I single? Or are we still together?” After all this calling that’s what he wanted to know...

“Hyunjin, we are over. You can go date that other girl now, go be happy with her, you deserve each other.” You hung up, leaving Hyunjin on the other end with no valid reason to contact the one he wants to marry again. He hated knowing that you were going to move on, knowing that he couldn’t, ever.

The night replayed itself all over again, he took it way too far, he didn’t even talk to that other girl anymore, her boyfriend broke up with her than evening too. He really hated himself now, and all he could do was blame himself.

Han:

When he returned you were still asleep upstairs, now disgustingly covered in your own vomit. He woke you up and got you undressed before telling you to shower, giving you some of his clothes to put on once you were dry. He threw your clothes and the dirty bedding in the wash before joining you in bed. You were now sober, but tired. His headache had finally gone, or had he just forgotten about it? You cuddled closer into him but he just lay there still.

“Thanks for the party.” His whispered quieter than he wanted.

“Shh just go to sleep, we can sort this out in the morning.” You put your finger on his lips. He kissed it before taking it off and holding your hand in his. “But before I sleep, I want you to know that I’m sorry for overreacting. I know I don’t deserve you.” You felt yourself tear up. “I love you”

He finally cuddled you back and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “Good night my prince/princess.”

The next morning, everything was back to normal. You saw the headache tablets out next to the sink while you were cleaning and you suddenly clicked. “Did you have a headache?” You asked him. He nodded in response and you hugged him in remorse. You were probably the only person that ever stuck to the “I’m never drinking again” phrase, you didn’t want to risk losing him because of your drunken antics again.

Felix:

That night you slept in Chris’ room, while he slept in yours.

“Where y/n?” Felix asked Chan as he spied him making a cup of coffee.

“They slept in my room, with their teddy that I took to them.” He replied. “You need to apologise.” He added

With that, Felix shot out of bed and threw on a while shirt to match his grey bottoms that he already had on before making his way to the room next door. You opened the door as you heard the knocking, thinking it was room service.

“Oh, it’s you, I thought you were my croissant and fresh orange juice.” You walked back to your bed, leaving him to close the door behind him.

“Sorry to disappoint, I just came to say sorry. I shouldn’t have played a prank on you.” He was now lay with his chin in his hands, top and tailing with you on Chan’s bed.

“It was late, I think I was just grumpy.” You added, apologising too.

“You should join us when your breakfast arrives” he grabbed your legs to help him get off the bed. As he did so the door knocked and a man shouted “room service”. Perfect timing.

That day, the other members teased you a little for your petty argument meanwhile you both tried to justify it, then realising how petty it actually was. When the evening came, you jokingly hid Felix pyjama bottoms, hoping to get him back.

Seungmin:

You couldn’t deny your feelings for his leader, you tried to put them aside and hoped they weren’t obvious, but the evidently were. You didn’t even try to defend yourself to Seungmin, it was time to stop leading him on it wasn’t fair on him, you thought as you sat on the couch. Chan has just gone to the shop to get some ice cream which was a great opportunity for you to talk to Seungmin. You knocked on his door and he let you in. His face was tear stained but as much as that broke your heart you knew what you had to do.

“I don’t think we are right for each other Seungmin.” You confessed. “I like someone else. And it’s not because you aren’t an amazing person, because you really are, it’s just not working for me” you sighed and Seungmin nodded. He sniffled a little before agreeing.

“Is it Chris?” He asked, breaking the silence. You nodded guiltily.

“But I’m not going to act upon my feelings, I just felt that if I had such feelings, it just meant we weren’t right for each other” he respected that but couldn’t help but feel like he’d lost the most important thing to someone he thought was his brother.

I.N:

When you said the pair of you wouldn’t be seeing each other for a long time, you meant it. You did everything you could to avoid him and his members. By now it was pretty obvious that the two of you weren’t together anymore, but that didn’t stop him from hoping that you be in the future. A random morning during exam season you had a knock at your bedroom door. You expected it to be your mother hurrying you up but the voice from behind the door wasn’t hers.

“I brought you a cereal bar, the chocolate ones that you like” he said. You soon realised it was Jeongin.

“Why are you here?” You became angry, but you couldn’t really remember why you were angry at him.

“Because I love you and I want you to do well” he gave up the cute act and let himself unload “I’m sorry that I lied to you, I’m sorry I went out after telling you no.”

You thought for a while before letting him in. The two of you stood looking at each other before you hugged him. You cried which, upon reflection, was a bit questionable but oh well.

“So I can be your boyfriend now?” He asked excitedly.

“Don’t push it, we’ll see later when you walk home with me” you said, but you both knew the answer was already yes.

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