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thenasword · 3 years ago

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—The warrior's curse.

summary: some secrets are harmless, others not much. what happens when thena's secret could change everything?

genre: some fluf ? angst ?

warnings: I'm not sure if it requires one, but please do tell me if I have to put any.

requests: open

a/n: this is my first fic for this blog and I hope you like it! I would love to hear your thoughts/opinion on it.

gif credits: @/kellyaldrich !!

wc: 4.4k

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Thena and you met in an art exhibition a few years ago. Her newly discovered love for art led Thena there, while you, being an enthusiast of history and art, had volunteered to explain the stories behind such paintings and to give visitors brief guides through the place. Thena happened to be one of them.

As obvious as it was, she did not need to learn about most of the stories, having been there herself to witness many of the historical moments illustrated. However, something about the way you spoke so passionately about it all seemed to draw her in and encouraged her to stay through the little tour.

You, on the other hand, noticed the blonde haired woman and seeing her apparent interest on the topics, put more enthusiasm on your presentation than usual. Yes, there was more people there also listening to you, but something about her was special. Besides, it would be a lie to say you weren't distracted by the way she stared at you most of the time, and god, it would be a bigger lie to say you didn't feel attracted to the beautiful woman.

When the time was over, you looked around the place, a part of you hoping the woman would still be there– gladly, she was. Her eyes were fixed on a painting of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, a barely noticeable frown resting on her face as she inspected it.

It was an image worth taking a picture of.

“Beautiful, isn't it? It's new here, but I too spent quite a long time watching it today.” You approached her as casually as you possibly could. The sudden sound of your voice woke her up from the daydream, making her turn her body to you almost defensively. “I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to scare you,”

Thena knew humans like the palm of her hand, still, she always kept a distance between them because they were unpredictable– but the honest smile you were wearing told her that you were not a threat nor some potential danger, so she relaxed.

“It's alright,” she said along with a short nod, “no need to apologise. What were you saying?”

“Not much, really. I haven't got the time to learn about it, yet.”

If Thena learnt something from humans, was that they took every chance they got to flirt but often let the chance pass. Maybe once in a while doing it wouldn't hurt. Even if it wasn't too suggestive –she would not be too fast forward– she'd drop a small hint of a flirtatious comment.

“If I was to come here again soon, would you tell me more about this piece?”

Even if she knew about the gardens, walked past the breathtaking structure and even met the people in that place, she wanted to see you again.

With the half smirk plastered on her face and the way her eyes searched for yours in hopes of an answer, you couldn't help but feel flustered. And there you were minutes prior, thinking you'd be the one to take the 'step'.

Wrong. You were obviously wrong.

Not that you could complain– no.

You came back to your full sense soon after remembering you had yet to answer her. In your defense, you were still shocked.

“Sorry– I… yes, of course. It'll be the best presentation you've ever witnessed.” In hopes to cover up the slip of nervousness, you put in play the high confidence.

“Wonderful. I need to go now, but I'll come back soon…” She waited expectantly, the smirk being replaced by a softer expression.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” She repeated to herself. It had a nice sound and she thought it fit you and the part of your personality she could tell. “A pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

If you thought her presence was making your heartbeat go wild, how your name sounded in her mouth certainly heightened it.

When someone called your name from the other end of the room, you excused yourself before leaving Thena, but not before asking for her name too.

“Thena.” The woman replied to you while you walked the opposite way, watching you leave with a triumphant smile on your face.

She didn't want to accept it, but she was eager to come back. For the art... of course*

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Keeping the deal, you spent your free time studying the piece and anything related to it.

Keeping her part of the deal, Thena came two days after and asked for you at the reception, searching for the promised presentation owed.

You led her to the painting, taking all the time in the world to describe every detail in it, telling her everything you knew and learnt about it. From time to time you would check if she was following you, and you weren't disappointed when she'd make questions, showing you interest.

Thena could swear she'd never seen such interesting individual, one that could talk about something as if they had lived there themselves. That was a lot to say, taking into account that unlike you, she had truly been there herself.

The evening passed by fast, faster than any of you would have liked, and there was nothing else to say about the art. Taking the last bit of confidence left, you picked up the courage to ask Thena if she wanted to get a coffee with you.

To your surprise, she didn't think twice before accepting your offer, following you as you led yourselves to the small café in the next street.

Needless to say, you two hit it off quite well, reason why after the meeting, the dates and little meetings you had became more usual– and eventually, they went from being plainly friendly to something more intimate noted that feelings had started to blossom in the middle of it all.

After months, you two had officially started dating. There was doubt at first, things untold that could ruin the relationship, but you looked past it.

It took some time for both of you to fully ( or almost fully ) open up to each other, but anyway, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

As fierce and cold as Thena could look, she was the softest lover that could have graced you. All you could think of when it came to Thena were the stolen kisses whenever she got the chance, your hands intertwined as you walked down the streets and how tender her touch was when she held you close to her in the night.

The truth, anyway, is bound to make itself known whether it's wanted or not.

And so it happened.

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Mahd W'yry haunted Thena since centuries ago. An episode hadn't manifested in a long time– Thena was glad for it, but it didn't lower the chances of happening any time soon.

She knew the risk of not telling you, of putting you in danger if she lost the control over her own mind, not giving you the knowledge to handle the situation nor making you aware of what it meant.

Fear.

Even if she didn't tell you, she feared the moment you'd find out. Worse, she feared that you would have to find out the hard way and before she could tell you.

You made it a habit to show each other paintings you found, being a reminder of how you met. You would come and show her an image of it, talking about that for as long as you wanted and then discussing what you thought was the meaning behind the representation.

Thena loved it, it was the little things that kept her grounded. Every time you smiled at her and took a seat next to her, the glint in your eyes due to your excitement as you spoke. . . she would never get tired of it.

You were an extraordinary piece of art, Thena's personal favourite.

That day, when you took your place and showed her your phone, a painting of Technotitlan on the screen, Thena felt shivers run down her spine. An indescribable feeling appearing.

She wanted it gone.

You kept on talking, too caught up in your own word to notice how she took your hand in hers. Or how as her breathing began to get raged, she tried to even it.

She knew the signs, but also the way to stop the almost inevitable from happening. This time, however, it wasn't working.

War. Danger. People screaming. Fights . . . danger. . . Her once calm mind became overflowed with memories. Constant flashbacks that didn't allow her to differentiate the past and the present. The people screaming in her brain from you, who were the person she feared hurting the most.

When Thena turns to look at you, ready to excuse herself to move away, you don't fail to notice the shade of grey her eyes suddenly turned into. Your main concern was the pain she reflected, the distress as she took her hand away fast like if your touch burned her.

“Thena–” You let the word draw out when she took a few steps back, her hands flying to her head as she almost collided with some furniture on the way. You reached out to prevent her from falling only for your arm to be stopped midway by a grip on your wrist.

“You're going to die in the end. All of you will.” That. . . it was no longer the voice you were used to hear. It was harsh and how the words were so easily pronounced made you freeze for a brief second before the glow of a golden weapon took you out of your trance.

A single look at her eyes gave you the answer to the thousand of questions that came to you at the given time. That was not your Thena.

Unusual things happened in the world all the time. It was nothing new, but this. . . it was the least thing you were expecting. Was it mind control? You've. . . read about it.

But it wasn't the time for questions. Not when the person in front of you was a current menace to your life. Or so you'd think.

“Thena please. . . it's me!”

Nothing stopped her from chasing after you, the dagger she mastered being far too close to you many times already to your liking. The more you ran, the more rage she acquired.

She was not herself and you knew it. Defending yourself was harder when your priority was not to harm her in the way.

Hurting her was not a possibility, but neither was letting yourself die at the hands of your lover.

Thena did not tire. Different types of weapons materialised out of thin air whenever she pleased, giving her a clear advantage ( if she didn't have one already ) of the situation. She moved gracefully, the moves being worthy to be compared to a ballerina's ones.

If it was another moment, you'd love to point it out.

But when you were trapped between a wall and the anger of someone that resembled your girlfriend? No. Definitely not.

With a swift hand movement you disappeared from her sight, a trail of smoke left in the spot you were before. The frown on Thena's forehead and the grunts coming from her lips determined her frustration.

Truth is meant to make itself known, remember? And yours had now came out, even if the "real" Thena hadn't witnessed it. You were a witch, yes, but that did not mean you were at Thena's level at all.

Magic was one thing. Fighting skills were other. . . and yours– well, you hadn't had to use those in quite a while, much less under all this amount of pressure.

You wanted to tell Thena about it, introduce her to the "real" you and not carry over the weight of keeping secrets between you, but you couldn't.

Humans had their doubts about magic and often framed their users as terrible people before even sparing a second thought. You loved Thena, of course you did, but a part of you was afraid she'd think of you that way too. Afraid that she would leave.

You promised to yourself you wouldn't use magic around Thena, at least not when she could see it.

Now, however, you depended on it.

Just like you got your way out before, you were able to get behind Thena. Muttering a silent apology, you rested your hands on the sides of her head, avoiding as you could how she tried to get out of your grip.

When the purple mist clouded her no-longer-grey eyes she fell into a deep slumber, leaving you to catch her once she fell into your arms.

In the meantime you let her rest, you tried to assimilate the previous events. As a witch, you've seen cases of mind control, heaven knows you even knew how it worked, but what you saw was none of it. It sure did look like it, but it was far different.

While trying to get into her mind you came across many obstacles, it was as if it was an impenetrable room. Locked in a hundred different ways.

Whatever it was, was an unknown territory for you.

Hours passed and all you did was remain by Thena's side, grasping her hand tightly and carefully leaning on the bed she laid on.

You were going to keep on searching for answers later. Both of you needed rest.

At sunrise, the light tug at your sleeve woke you up instantly. You gasped, taken aback by the motion, which only confused Thena more than she already was.

“Why– what happened, dear?”

Did she not remember? With no intention on being harsh on her, you explained the situation to the woman next to you. Her expression was one of shame, if not panic, too. Tears gathered in her eyes as you continued, her own thoughts leading to worse.

She could have hurt you. Killed you.

By the way you spoke, she believed you were not mad.

Truth is, you weren't.

She was not to be blamed for any of it, that's how you saw it.

The sight you came across to when you looked up broke your heart in a million pieces. You never saw her like that before. . . but it became what you hated to see the most.

“But I know that was not you, my love. Don't beat yourself up for it, I mean it.” You concluded, but she wouldn't look at you, instead opting for staring at the end of the bed.

“I almost killed you, how can you say that?” The whisper shakily came from her, who still dared not to move either closer or away from you.

“No, I know that wasn't my Thena.” A soft caress on her face brought her attention to you. A single touch from you could simply make her melt, and so it did.

Her attempts of keeping her tears at bay were useless once you brought her closer to you, your arms around her keeping her together as she fell apart. Sweet little nothings being whispered to her while you reassured her you still felt nothing other than love for her. That you didn't hate her, never would.

You held her for as long as she needed you to. You were her safe place, just like she was yours.

The remaining questions were made when the time called for it. It was a mature conversation, both of you understanding each other and the reason why there were some things that were unsaid until that very moment. Both understood that even if they were a big part of the game, it didn't change how the relationship was.

You still had your candlelight dates, your walks around the city in the middle of night and everything else you've always had.

You introduced Thena to everything that made you "you" and answered to every question she had. So did she, even finding out with you that there was a way to stop her episodes, one that kept you away from harm.

You were what kept her grounded, but she always knew that.

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With no secrets left in the middle, everything was perfect for you given that you thought there weren't any more secrets. . . oh, how wrong you were.

What was left behind was the sole purpose of Thena's arrival at earth. The mission, as she called it.

For you, it was to protect humanity. It seemed like the most reasonable idea.

But it was also the reason why after years of having made that promise and leaving behind the secrecy, you were now arguing about the one that was untold.

The destruction of earth.

Or the birth of a Celestial, if it made it any less horrifying.

Thena had a different point of view of it at first, but now she knew what it meant to you, to all humanity and to earth itself. . . and she did not have the heart to tell you the truth.

How are you supposed to tell the only person you've ever loved that the world is coming to an end? That you are ensuring it's going to end? As tough as she was, she dared not to say it.

But it was close to happening, and you felt it.

The energy felt different, and when the first earthquake came, you realised that indeed, something was wrong.

When Thena started acting off, making weird excuses to visit old friends at strange places in the world, getting visits from people you've never heard of, you knew she was up to something.

That something being the end of the world. You didn't know yet, though.

You were glad she still wanted to see her friends and expend time with them, but her thoughts were so loud lately that pulled you to reality even when you didn't want to. The suspicions were there, but you trusted her.

You really did.

But when the second earthquake came and she couldn't look you in the eye after you went on about how weird all of it was, you knew that enough was enough.

The subject was approached that day in a slow way, but she always found another to deflect it. By now, you could read her like an open book. . . perhaps that's what played against her in that moment, how good you knew her.

“Arishem brought us to witness the birth of the new Celestial. It's near, the earth movements determine the closeness.” She confessed as if it was the simplest thing to everyone.

Nothing she said seemed to make sense to you. What even was a Celestial?

What you never imagined was the seriousness of the situation. Sure, when she started talking about beings in charge of controlling the universe, something in you said that it was more than a simple event.

Thena told you about the emergence, what it entailed and what it would cost– the lives of billions of innocents who knew nothing of all this.

Her way of speaking made you think that along with the rest of the Eternals that she had mentioned to you just now, she would prevent the dreaded ending.

But the next line proved your mistake, and for the first time, you doubted if you really knew who you were in front of.

“Arishem did not bring us just to be witnesses. What we must do is ensure that everything goes as it should. We are participants in the birth of the Celestial.”

The air felt dense, the tension around capable of being cut with a knife, while you stood in the center. You only felt capable of looking at anything but her, no words coming out of you as you struggled to assimilate everything.

It seemed like it was just a few minutes ago that you two had your date at the museum, and now she was telling you that it would all come to an end. That she was going to make sure it did.

Her lack of emotions told you she didn't care.

But for her, it was all the contrary. Thena knew that by telling you the truth, this would happen.

But it was what Arishem dictated and it had to be done. No matter the cost.

“What about us?” Your voice broke midsentence, you still didn't dare to look her in the face. “You're talking about the destruction of life. . . what is going to happen?”

“Humanity and earth are not of our concern, not even a part of our mission. It's destruction is simply collateral damage.” That's how it was viewed, but it didn't stop her from feeling the pain of saying it, knowing all you had was vanishing from her hands. Dying.

“Death of a whole planet is what you see as collateral damage?” A bittersweet laugh escaped your lips, not being able to believe you were nothing but a forgettable thing for her. Hurt. Sadness. It was gone, all you felt now was anger. “I'm simply collateral damage?”

“Along with the rest of humans involved, yes. You said it.”

And in the seven thousand years she had been living on earth, she had never regretted something as much as she regretted saying those words. The broken and pained look in your eyes mixed with the hatred, the tears that pooling in them but never quite spilling as you looked at her for the first time since the argument started.

If she had a heart, every piece of it had fallen apart with the sight.

For her, emotions weren't an easy thing to recognise, but she knew that guilt was the one consuming her inside.

The only feeling that could compare to that was the one that followed behind, when she watched you spin around and leave through that door without sparing a single glance towards her.

Thena's dealt with losing people before, but the mere thought of losing you was painful enough to make her ignore the possibilities of that happening— until now.

Who would have told her that in attempts to keep you away from harm, she could still hurt you? Damage was done and it was too late to fix.

You left, and she could never blame you for it. She hurt you –no matter if she hadn't meant to– she did.

Guilt. That was the feeling that would remain in her.

If only this hadn't ended that way. If she regretted her words, going for you and holding you close, finding refugium in your warmth and not letting you go. . . She wished she did.

But that wasn't the case.

Arishem's wish had yet to be granted.

Olympia was waiting for her.

Their home.

Was that where home was? Or was her home the one that left?

For the first time in centuries,Thena didn't know.

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The Eternals knew the reason behind Ajak's death. Being the closest they ever were to the Emergence, the plans changed. Their whole purpose changed.

They've seen humanity evolve and change through the centuries. How they fought, interacted, but most important, they grew to care about them.

Some of the Eternals had families of their own, they had their future planned, people they cared about and reasons to go against Arishem's command.

Thena hated to admit it, but she wished she could tell you how wrong she was to think humanity was nothing but an irreplaceable thing. How wrong she was when she made you think you were nothing to her.

She was determined to stop this, to see you once again even if you didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. Whatever it takes, because life wasn't the same without you by her side.

But as it was said before, only some of them thought of it that way. . . that– that led to the current fight.

Spear after spear appeared on Thena's hands as she fought against Ikaris, keeping him away from stopping Sersi, who tried to reach Tiamut. To stop him.

The duel was interrupted when a deviant stood behind Ikaris. Kro. The creature that took Gilgamesh's life.

In a moment, all the blonde woman could see was red. It no longer mattered the fight, she needed him gone. Dead.

Revenge, one could say.

As the anger blinded her, so did the weight of the memories. Her eyes started to show a glimpse of grey and she desperately tried to avoid what was next. She didn't have your hand to hold,neither Gilgamesh was there to remind her who she was, where she was standing. It was too late.

“Thena, this is not the moment–” Was the last thing she heard from Phastos, who struggled to hold up a fight against Ikaris, as she completely lost the control over herself and ran behind the deviant and towards a cave.

She fought with everything she had, hits and swings of her sword were aimed at the deviant but his newly added abilities didn't make it any easier for her. It wasn't any of the tricks what helped Kro to catch her, but something Thena was not expecting.

You.

“You're safe, my love,” Your voice said, a hand reaching out to her and without a second thought, she moved forward to grasp it. “We're safe here, you don't have to worry.”

You were her safe place and by a single look at her mind, the deviant knew it. It took advantage, it was bound to happen.

Kro, still in your shape convincing Thena that you were there, was ready to drain her life force out of her.

Meanwhile, Thena's mind was flooded by memories of you. The images were clear, they made her yearn for your touch, to remember how it felt to be loved by you.

Your touch. A single touch of yours was capable of melting her, making her heart feel as if it was going to jump straight out of her chest.

The touch she felt now was cold, harsh. Her mind screamed that it wasn't you. It couldn't be.

As the deviant was ready to strike, Thena got out of its death grip and ended it in less than a blink. A part of her felt relieved, but it wasn't done.

The Emergence must be stopped.

As she realised she had affronted an episode on her own, she wondered how you'd feel about that. You would be proud of her. . . right?

The thought of you was there, but she had things to do. The rest needed help and they had the destiny of the world in their hands.

And then. . . then she would go back to you, and hopefully, she was going to have a chance to fix her mistakes.

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chaoscriess · 2 years ago

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writing prompts !

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓! a list of my writing prompts! I originally got this list from @lovelyyy-luna but I took some out and put some in! still felt like I needed to give credit :) there are 222 here, but I'll probably be adding more. you can send in an ask stating which ones you want (minimum of 2, maximum of 5) and who you want it for :) you can also give me specifics about what you want the fic to be about :)

1. It's alright, I'm right here.

2. Why did you choose me? / You know very well why, Y/N.

3. I can do it myself!

4. I'm a monster! / no you're not.

5. Please hold me

6. I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room

7. Give me one single fucking reason why I shouldn't leave.

8. That wasn't a question.

9. Don't listen to them.

10. Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.

11. I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect.

12. You don't have to be alone.

13. This is illegal!

14. Your tutor is pretty hot.

15. Why have you been so secretive lately?

16. I think we should take a break.

17. How come you're the only one that can see me for me?

18. I just wanted to hear your voice.

19. I'm not helping you babysit.

20. Did we sleep together?

21. If you don't do it I will!

22. You're scared? Really?

23. This place is abandoned, don't worry.

24. This was a stupid idea

25. This is crazy..none of this is real!

26. You need to believe me, please!

27. Close the door.

28. It's three in the morning!

29. I should have told you a long time ago.

30. Why are you helping me?

31. You're in love with her!

32. We could get arrested for this.

33. Love is overrated.

34. Watch me.

35. I've missed this.

36. Was it all a lie?

37. This is all your fault

38. Are you happy now? Huh? Does this make you happy?

39. Maybe I'm meant to be alone.

40. Did it ever occur to you that I'm hurting too?

41. You said that you'd always be there for me. What happened?

42. I'm sorry what are you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

43. If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me.

44. Is that a challenge?

45. Get behind me now!

46. Here, I have an extra weapon.

47. You scared the shit out of me, I'm never letting you go.

48. I am not jealous!

49. I think I love you.

50. Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you.

51. How about a kiss?

52. Dance with me!

53. We'd make a cute couple.

54. Do you trust me?

55. if you don't want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don't just lie and say it's fine.

56. Stop staring at me!

57. I said I don't know anything!

58. You don't think its a bit much?

59. Call me one more time and see what

happens.

60. Put some clothes on for the love of god!

61. Can you just give me a hug? Just once?

62. That was the last time. Im serious.

63. It's pitch black in here and I can still see that you're blushing.

64. Am I supposed to be scared of you?

65. I'm going to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water.

66. You're just not the same anymore.

67. It's midnight, where the hell are you?

68. What the hell is your problem?

69. Why do you run away from all your problems?

70. You can't keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won't do you any good.

71. Hey, I know you're hurting, but you're not alone, okay?

72. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression.

73. You can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.

74. Calm down, you're scaring me!

75. Don't look at me like that.

76. Were you ever going to tell me?

77. Sorry doesn't fix everything.

78. I've loved you since before I could read and you chose her instead.

79. You broke my heart.

80. I was alone.

81. We have to stop.

82. You left me.

83. I can't do this anymore.

84. Your hair is really soft after you wash it.

85. stop moving, I'm trying to braid your hair!

86. Would it be alright if borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.

87. If you steal the blankets Im going to put ice down your pants.

88. Here, let's share the blanket.

89. You're comfy.

90. You're my new pillow.

91. But I want to hear you sing!

92. We can talk over dinner.

93. Don't get up, I'll do it.

94. Stargazing was a good idea.

95. I'll be here to protect you.

96. It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway.

97. I heard you talking in your sleep!

98. Your bedhead is really cute.

99. I love your hugs.

100. You fuck with them, you fuck with me.

101. I don't want to sleep alone tonight.

102. I love you, you know that right?

103. I'm coming to get you, stay there.

104. Okay so don't freak out, but I got flour everywhere.

105. Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!

106. Stop moving.

107. Im worried about you.

108. What happened to you?

109. You can't stay in bed all day!

110. You're a terrible liar.

111. Don't act so innocent!

112. Do you believe in soulmates?

113. What if something happens to you?

114. Are you sure about this?

115. I gotta say, I'm a little surprised.

116. I'm not a child!

117. You're screwed!

118. You called me, remember?

119. Do you need to go to the hospital?

120. Sleep is for the weak!

121. I don't like the way they look at you.

122. I don't want to be friends.

123. Let's get out of here.

124. Maybe you should sit down.

125. You're burning up!

126. I've got your back.

127. Walk it off.

128. I cant sleep. help me get rid of some energy?

129. I'm going back to bed.

130. Your heart is pounding.

131. It's too early for this.

132. Get on your knees.

133. I thought you said you knew where you were going? Yeah I lied.

134. Shit you're freezing, let's get you inside.

135. What happened to us?

136. Im not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.

137. you're the only thing in the world that matters to me.

138. Feel like another round?

139. You were great last night.

140. Wow, you look even better in daylight.

141. My clothes look better on you than they do on me!

142. I had no idea you were into that stuff, glad I found out.

143. You should play with my hair more.

144. I don't remember ever having this many hickeys but I don't mind.

145. I don't know your name, but maybe you can share it with me so I know what to scream tonight.

146. The fun doesn't have to end.

147. I think I can convince you to stay.

148. Are you even listening to me?

149. Leave. Now.

150. What more do you want?

151. I hate you.

152. Can you just shut the fuck up already?

153. What the hell is wrong with you?

154. I can't do this anymore.

155. Oh my god, I don't care!

156. That hurt, you son of a bitch!

157. Pack your shit and of my sight. Go! Get the fuck out!

158. I could break your nose if I wanted.

159. Meet me on the bridge in an hour.

160. No one needs to know.

161. No one will ever hurt you again.

162. None of that matters now.

163. Oh my god! You're in love with them!

164. Please don't cry.

165. Please don't leave.

166. Please listen to me!

167. Please say something.

168. Promise me you won't let anything happen to them.

169. Promise me you'll stay.

170. Shit, are you bleeding?

171. Shut up and kiss me.

172. Somebody's in love!

173. Sorry, I thought I was alone!

174. Stop talking about love for a minute and help me kill this bitch!

175. Tell me a secret.

176. You said you'd always be there for me, so how did this happen? why weren't you there for me?

177. it hurts to watch you kiss her.

178. We can be friends instead.

179. I tried to move on but nobody is like you.

180. Does it look like I moved on?

181. why did we even break up?

182. Can I at least buy you coffee? for old time's sake?

183. I can't take this anymore!

184. What are you talking about? you're married.

185. I feel like everyone is forgetting I exist.

186. I gave you a chance and you used it to stab me in the back.

187. I've been alone for so long.

188. But you promised!

189. I think you'll be happy to know I'm not wearing any underwear.

190. I want you. right here right now.

191. Isn't this illegal? / probably!

192. You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this. / No, im not drunk, you're just blurry!

193. I have a feeling we should kiss. / Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?

194. I love the way your hand fits in mine.

195. You can call me whenever you want. Even if you don't have a reason to.

196. why do you only call me when you're high?

197. Wait! don't pull away, not yet.

198. You look really cute in that sweater!

199. No I like it! I just can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes.

200. just call me yours already!

201. why dont you ever kiss me?

202. The first tome I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were.

203. Are you fucking her?

204. Can you hold my hand?

205. You can't leave without letting me hug you first!

206. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

207. You're more red than a tomato!

208. Your lips are really warm.

209. A few months ago I thought I was in love with you. Now, I know I was wrong.

210. My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.

211. Wanna, like, I mean if you're not busy, we should get lunch! Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time.

212. Your hair is so soft!

213. It's too cold! come back!

214. you can sit in my lap until I'm done working.

215. I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified.

216. I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.

217. If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.

218. I think I might be falling in love with you.

219. Your lips are soft. I could kiss them all day.

220. Ugh, you're so warm!

221. Dont run away from me, Bitch!

222. Please talk to me about this.

#billy loomis x reader #euphoria x reader #fezco x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #maddy perez x reader #cassie x reader #cassie howard x reader #cassie howard #maddy x reader #maddy perez #maddy perez fic #cassie howard fic #fezco #fezco imagine #writing prompts #important!

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barry-j-blupjeans · 3 years ago

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If you are still accepting winter prompts, may I request 44 with blupjeans or 42 with taako and lup?

consider: both

42. Making hot chocolate with all the fixings.

44. Being unable to go anywhere because you got snowed in.

((winter prompts here!!))

"I think it's a fair trade," Lup said, ripping open the bar of chocolate Taako had so graciously bought yesterday for this exact scenario. Well, not this exact one, but still. He deserved some fuckin' credit because it was hard to make hot chocolate without any chocolate and Lup had eaten it all last week. She should be grateful. She has not thanked him once.

"How is this a fucking fair trade?" Taako asked. He sat down on the nearest chair, resigning himself not to help until at least one thanks came out of her. She didn't even notice. Instead, she got the cutting board out and started chopping the chocolate into smaller bits.

"Neither of us knows how to fix the heater," Lup said. "Barry does. We give him hot chocolate for his work and he can sleep here until he can go back home safely-"

"On the couch, sure," Taako said and Lup turned to look at him incredulously. Like he had said something dumb. "What?"

"I'm- I'm not gonna let Barry sleep on the couch!" she said. "He's got a bad back! I'll give him my bed-"

"Sorry, did he pay for the seven hundred dollar bed or is he just trying to fix the heater?"

"He has a bad back!" Lup repeated, waving the knife around.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Taako snapped, standing up. He reached for the knife and Lup didn't even seem to notice she passed it over to him. "Or me."

"He's not a bad guy-" Lup said defensively.

"With the knife, Lup," Taako said, now his turn to be incredulous. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Lup stared at him, face suddenly very red. Taako took a deep breath and set the knife down. Very carefully, he turned his whole attention to Lup and said,

"You have a crush on him."

"It's not like that," Lup said, despite that Taako could tell it was very much like that. "We just study together. We're trying to get the same degree and-"

"I know his fuckin' profile, Lup," Taako said. "Give me the details. I wanna know what convinced you that he was hot. He looks like God's favorite Fantasy Best Buy employee."

"He does not-"

"He looks like oatmeal as a person," Taako said. "He looks like milk is intolerant to him. What the fuck is wrong with your type?"

"Shut up," Lup said. "I'm- the hot chocolate is because he's being nice and we will appreciate not freezing to death when the weather gets even worse-"

"How does he like his hot chocolate?" Taako asked, which prompted Lup to immediately say,

"With almond milk and extra nutmeg and marshmallows. Sometimes whipped cream. The good fixings, y'know?" And then she glared at him. "You're reading too much into it."

"We don't have almond milk," Taako said, desperately trying to get her to see her ways. "And you've known this dude, what? Six months? When has hot chocolate preferences ever come into that if you're not planning to kiss and snuggle him while he drinks it-"

"Well, I thought my kind wizard brother who specializes in transmutation could help out-"

"I can't transmute milk into different milk!"

"I'll do it myself!" Lup said, shoving him aside. She picked up the knife and started very aggressively chopping the chocolate bar again. "If you're just gonna make fun of me for nothing."

"I'm sorry," Taako said sarcastically. Lup huffed and he went to sit back down in his chair, moodily watching as she cut the chocolate. She was pouring the pieces into a saucepan when Barry popped in, hair a little messy but looking pleased.

"It's working!" he said. "Things should- should warm up a lot better in a few minutes. Thank you so much for letting me stay here til' the snow melts, that's really nice of you. If I can, uh- If I can do anything else, let me know."

"Thank you," Lup said, ears red again. Taako made a face. "You can sit on the couch 'til we're done, should only be a few minutes."

Barry nodded, also blushing, and dipped out of the room. Lup turned to Taako, as if that had made her somehow victorious. Taako rolled his eyes and sighed, standing and making towards the fridge.

"How much almond milk do you need?" he asked, already so fucking done.

#taako #lup #barry bluejeans #blupjeans #mine #ise cube writing #asks #toooceanblue

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astro-rain · 3 years ago

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter twenty - “collateral damage”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n deal with the emotional fallout of her departure from wakanda.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: mildly suggestive content, nothing explicit, 18+ readers please.

The flight home was wretched. Sleeping on the jet was impossible. Every time she shut her eyes she saw his face. If her mind did somehow manage to drift off to sleep, Y/N dreamed of him and woke up trying not to rip her hair out.

"We can still stay in contact, right?" Bucky asked as they were walking back from the waterfall.

They had left their catharsis by the water, still upset, but now calmer and more logical.

"I don't think so..."

"What? Why? It's not like we don't have the technology to do it."

"I know, but.." Y/N trailed off, trying to think of a sensible excuse.

Obviously they could stay in contact if they wanted. But any kind of phone call would be able to be tracked or recorded. That, and she didn't want him to hang on to someone who betrayed him. She couldn't imagine the guilt she'd have hearing Bucky's "I miss you's" or "Baby doll's" from miles away, knowing she lied to him.

"You don't even have a phone..."

"That's an easy problem to fix."

"I know... I just think you should focus on the rest of your healing, and... you know, I'll have a lot of work once I get back...." she took a breath. "I don't know if it's super healthy for us to cling on to each other when it... may be better to move on..."

"Move on?"

"Yeah..."

Bucky stopped walking and turned to face her. They both stood still and he stared at her, confused, as if he was trying to figure something out. He knew her well. She was scared he'd see right through her.

"So let me get this straight. When you're here we can talk all the time and... plenty of other things. But when you're away we can't even call each other?"

"Bucky..."

"That's not all, is it?"

She sighed. "I'm just... worried... about- like-... getting in trouble. If someone overhears or tracks a phone call...What if someone finds out where the 'Winter Soldier' is and comes here to exact revenge?"

That was partly true. She'd never want anyone bad to find out where he was. But no one was tracking her phone calls; she wasn't really a person of interest. In all likelihood, it probably wasn't something she'd have to be terribly worried about.

However, if anyone overheard or saw Bucky on the phone, they'd know it was her, and she doubted anything she could say would convince them that she didn't tell him about the arm.

Or maybe no one would find out. She just didn't want to take the chance. The last time she took a chance, this happened. She wasn't willing to do it again.

He stared at her with dejected eyes. "You know you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

She rested her hands on his forearms and laughed sadly. "Bucky, I don't think I'm ever not gonna worry about you."

He was already in her heart. She didn't think he could leave now.

He let his eyelids fall shut. "I really don't want you to go."

She closed her eyes as well and let her forehead rest against the top of his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you either. But you're gonna do so well, even without me. And every day I'll wake up and think 'wow this man is sexy and has good coping mechanisms! I wish I was him!'"

In the midst of his sadness, she made him laugh. It was a despondent, quiet laugh, but she managed to lift his mood all the same - even if just a little bit. She'd always make everything better.

He gazed down at her, eyes heavy, and without even thinking about it... "I love you."

She looked down at the grass below her feet. "Buck..."

"I do. I'm sorry but I do."

She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in tight, one arm up her back and the other cradling her head.

In the tiniest whisper, she let the truth flow out from her chest. "I love you, too."

The clouds provoked her, so peaceful and quiet, while her head was a big, loud mess. Y/N leaned her head on the window, glaring at them and wondering if she should've said what she did. That she loved him. Internally, she debated whether or not it would make things worse. But she wasn't going to see him again; she might as well have left him with the truth.

Time was lost to her. She thought she would be landing soon, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

Bucky sat at the lake - their lake - and just stared into the water. It felt so strange to him, that she was gone. One minute she was here and now he was just... alone.

It was so quiet. Too quiet. Of course being alone was quiet, but after Y/N left, the air just felt empty.

He wished he could talk to her. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was talk to her.

"So, is this... d-do we say goodbye now?" he asked when they got back to his hut.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "yeah."

"Are you going back to Europe?"

"Yes. Belgium. Haven't been in my apartment in forever."

"Belgium," he wondered. "It's nice there. Safe. What are you gonna do for work?"

"Probably just continue where I left off on my research. Fancy brain stuff, ya'know?"

He grinned, proud. "My smart girl."

She looked around her, as if watching for something. Or someone.

"Buck, I think I have to go now."

"Just one more minute? Please. I wanna remember you like this. Not sad and crying."

Y/N smiled, grabbed his hands, and kissed his knuckles. Both flesh and metal. Because they were both part of him and she loved him. All of him.

Then, she placed both his hands on either side of her face. Softly she said, "remember me like this," before bringing their lips together.

He looked down at his vibranium arm, twisting his wrist to watch how the plates whirred.

Since the first moment he put it on, he had been using it to be gentle, loving, and affectionate. This arm was good. This arm wasn't used for death and destruction and violence.

With this arm he held her, kissed her, loved her. And now she was gone. And now it felt like dead weight.

— ONE WEEK LATER —

Whenever Bucky looked at his bionic arm he saw her. It began to make him sad.

His hair had been getting longer and longer. He could cut it now, now that he had two arms. But every time he tried, all he could do was stare at the arm and hear her voice in his head.

"That's your heart. That's you. You're all heart, Buck. You're so deeply, wonderfully human. All the way to your bones."

That was the first time he expressed real distress about missing a limb, he recalled. That was the first time they kissed. Funny how that transition was made, funny how she could remedy some of his worst emotions.

His days were boring and uneventful and nearly silent. He sat alone a lot. There was no laughter anymore, none of her laughter. There was no more holding, no more kissing, no more loving. The arm just felt... wrong? Like what it was born from had died.

In Belgium, Y/N felt incredibly uncomfortable. She knew she just needed to adjust to the change, after getting to used to life in Wakanda - life with Bucky. Her vacant apartment didn't feel as homey.

It had been, what, a year and a half? About a year and a half since she had been home. About a year and a half spent with Bucky.

Her apartment seemed so... barren. Void of life. And cold. She was used to the Wakandan heat. When she closed and locked the door behind her, she looked at the golden square that the sun cast through her window. It reminded her of that heat.

Y/N sighed, cursing her very own hippocampus for providing her with memory.

"God, I wish you had an AC in here."

She was in his bed. Well, she was on top of him, straddling him, in his bed.

"Is it hot or is it just you?" he joked, poking at her sides and trying to not pout at the loss of her lips.

"Ha. Ha," she rolled her eyes and brought her face back to his.

"Wait," Bucky said and gently pulled her face away to examine it. "You are a little warm."

"It's okay," she quickly tried to resume their previous activity.

"Hold on-" he got cut off as Y/N kept pecking his lips over and over.

"I have-"

Kiss.

"An idea-"

Kiss.

Lightly he pushed her shoulders away, nearly giggling. "Stop it! Just wait a second!"

Bashful, she conceded. "What?"

"Just-" he reached out and put the vibranium hand on her forehead, effectively cooling her down a bit. She closed her eyes and flashed a goofy smile.

"That feels nice."

Then, suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around her back and flipped them over so that he was on top. He smirked.

"Oh yeah, you just wait."

She hung her keys up and took a deep breath, absorbing the emptiness. This was her new normal; she just had to get used to it.

"I just- I don't really... I don't think I need it," Bucky tried to explain.

Want it, he thought. I don't want it. I can't stand to even look at it.

"You don't need it?" Shuri asked.

"Yeah, it-uh it takes a bit of getting used to and I think I just need a break. And I wouldn't want to damage it so... figured it's better with you."

He was better at lying than he gave himself credit for.

"Okay," Shuri accepted his answer and began to detach the bionic arm. "But you let me know if it's uncomfortable or painful anywhere so I can adjust it. Alright?"

"Alright. Thank you."

Finally he was rid of it- that cursed metal weighing down on his soul. Maybe now he could focus on other things. Maybe. It didn't seem likely...

However, as the days drew closer, it did make him slightly - only slightly - less nervous about the trigger word experiment. Now he didn't have a weapon attached to him. Though he reckoned he was the weapon.

No. He wasn't supposed to think like that. He knew Y/N wouldn't want him to. He knew she would say something like, "You aren't what they tried to make you into. You're you and all HYDRA's awfulness can't change the good at your core. My Bucky. You're perfect."

He'd deny to high heavens that he was the farthest thing from perfect. Bucky had no clue how she could say such things. But her conviction never faltered.

Soon enough the day came. The experiment. All he could think about was how she was supposed to be there. He didn't want to do this without her.

But now, he found himself sitting at at a fire on some mountain with one of the Doras. It was dark and it was scary. He was scared.

"It is time," said Ayo.

Nevermind want. He wasn't sure if he could do this without her.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I won't let you hurt anyone."

He was still scared. He still didn't trust himself. But, staring into the fire, he thought back to a past conversation.

"You don't have to trust yourself. That's hard enough as it is and Hydra didn't make it any easier. You just trust me, alright? ... And I will not let anything happen to you."

Bucky didn't have to trust himself. He just had to trust her. Even if she wasn't here, even if she was on another continent, all he had to do was trust her. When Ayo began reciting the trigger words, that was the one thing thing he held onto. The one thing that kept him afloat.

His trust in her.

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bitchfitch · 2 years ago

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"Aleistar, Darling? Can you come here for a second?" Haze sing songed from the front hall in that tone he only ever used when he was absolutely furious but doing a good job at keeping his temper in check

Aleistar, to his credit, did not flinch too hard when the demon he bound his soul too sent a twinge through their connection to make sure he heard. It wasn't painful, more a polite tap on the shoulder in case he was asleep in his chair.

"I'm Coming," Aleistar called back, standing, and carefully navigating the ever growing stacks of dog themed magazines which seemed to be slowly encroaching on his arm chair like a very pointed swarm of passive aggressive begging, "What is it, Love?" he asked when he rounded the corner.

Haze simply gestured to the envelope in his hand, "Who's Hazel?"

Aleistar felt his blood run cold, the consequences of his actions breathing down his neck, "No clue, it must have been sent to the wrong address, here just let me-" he reached for the envelope but Haze pulled away from him,

"No, It was definitely delivered to the right address my beloved husband, man who's soul is tied to mine in a binding stronger than any law or ceremony could create," his pitch black eyes narrow, "It definitely says Our address, but the funny thing is, it's addressed to one Mr. Aleistar B. Yeats and one Mrs. Hazel Yeats," he tapped his foot and purses his lips, "So... I'm just curious. Who is this Mrs. Hazel?"

"I'm sure it was just a typo-"

"Are you? Because there's a few others in this stack all reffering to a Mr and Mrs Yeats. And unless your mother has moved in and I just didn't notice, there is no Mrs.Yeats at this address,"

"Haze, my love I promise it's not what you think, just please-"

"Aleistar, remember I have to follow any order you give me, but can do whatever I want to see them to completion. Pick your words carefully and do not tell me to calm down,"

Aleistar's mouth shut with a click of his teeth. There was no getting out of this one scot-free and that was becoming more and more apparent.

"I lied to some of my coworkers about you, ok? I- I didn't correct them when they assumed you were a woman and said your name was short for Hazel," he waited for anger, but the hurt briefly flashing accross his husband's face was much worse.

"Why would you do that? This was what you wanted wasn't it? I thought-"

"No- No! Haze, no, I'm sorry," he tried to reach out for him but again, Haze just stepped away, "Some of my coworkers aren't the most modern. I... Right after we were married, I was Terrified I might lose my job if they knew, so I lied. And It's gotten to far out of hand. I never meant it to hurt you,"

Haze was quiet for a long moment, "Will you let me fix this? Or am I just going to be Mrs.Hazel every time I have to interact with your coworkers,"

"You don't have to fix it. I'll do it, ok? I promise, you won't have to be anyone other than yourself,"

"Myself but as a human," Haze clarified with that sour look that made Aleistar want to pull him into his arms.

"Yes, at least until it's safe enough to act otherwise," Aleistar admitted.

"I'm still pissed with you," Haze sighed, tossing the letter in it's appropriate pile, "You've got work to do mister," he prodded, "And I know exactly where you could start-" he held up another dog magazine,

"We're still not getting dog, Love"

"Killjoy,"

#Haze #Aleistar #Demonic house husband #spiels

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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DIN DJARIN. ┃ THE MANDALORIAN.

❝ words: about 1.8k

❝ summary: The first time Din says his name and why he does it.

❝ a / n: this work wasn't supposed to be this long, but well... As always, feedback is appreciated!

Gif credits to the author.

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“Where are you going?”

Suddenly stopping your steps halfway over the ramp, you can feel Mando's curiosity through the modulator. Although you can't see his face and he doesn't need to move his head to study you from top to bottom, you can notice his helmet slightly shifting. It's the first time you abandon the Razor Crest —to accompany him to civilization— since he rescued you from Trask, a few months ago.

You were sold by your parents to a Quarren like a pet. He had you slaved for years, confined in a joint for the ones of his same race. He forced you to be kind, to be pleasant, and to dance for them, as if you were part of a show for their simple delight. Until Mando found you by casualty. At first, he just set you free. He didn't ask questions, he didn't care about what you were going to do, nor about where you were going to go. But that little thing —his son, apparently—, he was bringing inside a camel color bag everywhere, got attached to you for some unknown reason.

He hasn't been a man of many words since you know him, and he wasn't really in agreement with you joining their adventures, but your silent company began to be something positive for him when he started to trust in you.

“To Nevarro”. Your reply doesn't play hard to get, about taking another step.

Even if the beskar covers his shoulders, you can see how they get tensed by your response. He doesn't like that idea, he prefers you to stay in the Razor, but he also knows you're decided to follow him. You need to see what's around you. You're prepared. He has trained you from time to time, so you know how to defend yourself and how to fire the blaster hanging on your waist. Mando doesn't have to worry about you, as a matter of fact.

The child emits something similar to a happy giggle, being in accordance with your decision, drawing your attention towards him.

“Fine”. He reluctantly grants. “Stay behind me, and stay close”.

Two simple commands you can obey for your good.

The road to the city is silent, but not the kind of comfortable silence you're used to. You could cut the tension with your knife and you aren't sure why he is so worried —you'd understand it if you hadn't learned anything about self-defense.

While he attends his meeting, you're sitting at the next table with the child, trying to eat some kind of dense soup that spoils your appetite more than give you the desire to ask for another one. Putting apart the bowl from your sight, you can't help but raise your eyes to the corner of your right. Humans laugh. Your pupils dilate at a group of people like you. Among the crowd inside the place, full of different races, you see them. It's the first time in years that you cross with someone of your same kind and you must've breathed too loudly for a second because you have called Mando's attention.

Fastly putting your gaze away, somewhere over the bar, you try to dissimulate the anxiety for talking to them about anything, just talk. You know you can do it, not because of him, but because of your lack of social skills. After this uncomfortable moment, the bounty hunter is compelled to finish his reunion. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but for the wrong reasons. When he tells you that you're coming back to the ship, you don't go against it, standing up under the attentive look from one of the humans. A man older than you, who isn't able to put his emerald-green eyes away from you, when you walk closer with the child clung to your chest. Mando notices it, not swallowing a threatening grunt towards his table, and causing you some shivers. What has been that?

Back in the Razor Crest, you feel tiny. You have that same feeling stuck within your heart as when you were handcuffed in Trask. He hasn't said anything. He normally explains to you his new mission —your new adventure—, not going into many details, but this time he has just remained a holy silence that is killing you.

“I'm sorry”. These two words have been dancing through your head since you have jumped to cyberspace.

Mando turns around his seat towards yours at his right, tilting his helmet a little disconcerted. Stretching a hand over himself, pressing a couple of buttons before pushing forward a lever, he rests both gloved palms on his thighs. “We speak the same language, but I don't follow you”.

As you continue feeling more and more little under his gaze covered by the grey helmet, you sigh closing your eyes for a second trying to remember what you used to say the few times you disrespected a Quarren. It's not like you don't feel it, but you don't know what else to say. He is still staring at you waiting for a reply, or anything actually when you open your eyes again.

“I will… stay on the Razor next time”.

As soon as he understands, he turns his seat completely to you. “You can leave whenever you want. You're not my prisoner, and I'm not your master”.

For some reason, his words hurt you like a shot straight to your chest. And he must have noticed it by the down-hearted way you have to lick your lips, nodding with your chin just one time, before getting up to abandon the cockpit quietly. It wasn't what you wanted to hear. You were expecting some comfort words, but what you have obtained is an invitation to go. And you're having the strong desire to accept it, now aware that your company doesn't mean the same that his company means for you.

Grabbing a dusty bag from a compartment, you pick up the few things you have. Some clothes and a small cushion to sleep. Holding the tears by closing your eyelids, you drag your back down against the cold wall to the floor, sitting next to a big iron box —with who-knows-what inside it. Flexing your knees towards your chest, you wrap your legs with both arms, resting your cheek on them. You don't know where the Razor is going, but you have decided to stay on that planet.

Mando's heavy steps going downstairs provoking a metallic noise make you turn your back towards him, resting it against the box and trying to not continue sobbing. But, although he's pretending to replenish ammo, you can feel him looking at you sideways under his armor. And you hear him exhale slowly, closing the gun cabinet and bowing his head a few inches with pure resignation. Immediately as he swings to your position, you clean the tears wetting your cheeks with the back of your hands. The last thing you want right now is to give him the pleasure of letting him know he has made you cry.

“It wasn't my inten—”.

“I don't care”. You cut him off, resting your chin on one of your knees, turning your face away from his. “You don't have long to worry about me. I'll stay on your next stop”.

Mando continues in silence, feeling lucky you can't watch his hands closing into two furious fists. He didn't mean to talk to you like he has done, he didn't choose the correct words to say and he doesn't know how to fix it. How to fix you. If he only could tell you he was jealous because of your reaction to looking at other humans not in the same way you look at him, he would tell it to you. And for the first time since he was recruited by the Mandalorians, he needs to show his face to someone —to you. He wants to try to explain how he really feels with his eyes, conscious that there isn't enough vocabulary in your language to express it.

Mando can't ask you to stay, he doesn't have the right. Certainly not after what you have been through all these past years. But he wants to. He wants to do it. He wants to ask you to stay by his side.

“Din”.

The word with unknown sense falls from his lip across the modulator. You tilt your head in confusion, doing your best to read the most imperceptible gestures of his body under the beskar. His chest rises and falls a little more rapidly than normal. His hands are hidden under his cape, behind his rigid back. But there's no tension covering his whole anatomy. It's remorse what you're receiving from him. A sensation you had forgotten.

“My name is Din”.

A heavy feeling within your belly takes you over, impulsing you to stand up on your feet. Your eyes are somewhat widened because of the unexpected approach.

“You can… stay with us, as long as you want”. He whispers trying to relax his posture and don't feel vulnerable.

And with that said, he takes you aback a little more when you watch him bring his hands to the front, about to do something with them. For a moment, you guess he's going to clap to wrap things up, but what he does causes you to part your lips breathing through them in surprise. With the help of his left fingers, he ungloves his right hand to offer it to you. You're so absent fixated on his skin, as if it has hypnotized you, that it takes you some second to realize he wants you to shake it like a formal introduction.

As soon as your hands get in touch, you have to gulp a soft gasp. A shiver warms your body urging you to take a step closer to Din, invading his personal space, although he doesn't seem disgusted with the idea. Now, you comprehend it. You know what has been running through his mind since you came back to the Razor. You can smell the light jealousy, even the desire he was carrying since the meeting. He grunted to the man because he was envious of him and the way you were looking at him.

So you are somewhat pleased he has made the effort to discover himself without disrespecting or disobeying the Mandalorian creed, only to make you feel better.

“I wanna stay”.

Mando doesn't speak, but by the way the fabric of his cape shifts around his neck you can perceive his lips curving in a smile, as his throat gets relaxed under the piece of clothing. Covering his hand again with the glove, he points with a gesture of his helmet to upstairs to the cockpit.

“I'll be up there if you need me. You should rest”.

Pressing your lips, you nod in agreement as the door of the compartment is opened by the child. You haven't let him sleep and now it's your moment to sing him another lullaby.

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dreamifics · 3 years ago

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Immature

Oneshot

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sexual activities and stuff but no smut

Y/N joined the Avengers shortly after the big fight between Tony and Steve. Stark recruited her due to Fury's orders, she used to be under control of Hydra, like Barnes.. All of the Avengers had no problem with her, only one..

''Stupid Rogers!" Y/N shriek as she stares into her bathroom mirror..

Once again, Rogers benched her, because and she quote

'She used to be just like them!'

They were supposed to raid a Hydra facility, and something snapped at Steve's brain when he saw that Y/N was going too.

Y/N sighs, she just gripped the porcelain sink and steadied herself, she was ready to kill Steve, she was so angry.. Y/N just washed her face with the cold water from the faucet, hoping that it'll help ease the anger in her blood.

She exits the bathroom and was greeted by Bucky, he was sitting in her bed.

"Hello Tinman.." Y/N gave Bucky a smile.

"I want to apologize for--"

"You don't need to apologize in behalf of Steve.. I'm cool.."

"Are you really?"

"Yepp!No word of Captain Ass can get to me.."

Bucky crossed his arms, he knew she was lying.. Y/N just awkwardly smiled at him, she walks to her bed and dived in her bed..

"You can leave now, your boyfriend's might be missing you now.."

And in queue Sam and Steve popped up in her door, Steve was furious.. His eyes were fixed to Bucky, while Sam was just smiling slyly..

"Speak of the devils.." Y/N mutters as she gave Steve a deadly glare.

Bucky stood up from her bed and gave the two men a small nod.. Steve was still looking at Bucky but it soon averted to Y/N, she just raised her eyebrow at him.

"Have a fun mission, you two.."

"Will do, Y/N" Sam answered and gave Y/N a smile which she gladly gave back.

"Oh, Bucky!Pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît pousser le capitaine hors de l'avion pour moi?" Y/N spoke in french knowing that Bucky will understand.

Can you please push Captain out of the plane for me?

Bucky just laughs and shakes his head as Sam grabs him and drag him out of Y/N's sight. However, someone still hasn't left and it made her anger bubbled up even more.

"I swear to God if you don't leave, I'll squeeze your kneecaps.." Y/N said jokingly? She was not sure, she might just do that if Steve won't stop his douche ways..

"Cut it out, Y/N.." Steve ordered..

Y/N rolled her eyes, she sashay her way to Steve and move her face closer to his.

"You're not my Captain, you don't get to order me around.."

Y/N was supposed to walk away but was stopped by Rogers hand in her arms.. However, his hands didn't hurt her, his touch was soft and gentle.. Typical Steve..

Always a gentleman..

"I'm the Captain, you'll obliged to me.."

Y/N scoffs as she takes her arm away from him, she looked him deeply in his and saw that there were anger filling his blue eyes.. This guy really hates her..

"And what if I don't?What would you do?Fire me?Spank me?" She sassed but Steve eyes soften and his eyes wander to her body..

Y/N brows furrowed, what was Steve doing? He just stared at her and his cheeks suddenly got flushed.. Di-Did he just imagine what Y/N has said??

"What?" Y/N was weirded out, she hated the eerie silence between them and to top that up he might be imagining sexual things or so she thought..

"Capsicle, let's go!" Stark voice boomed out through the whole tower, it made Steve snap back to reality and he just walks away.

This made Y/N flabbergasted, he walked away just like that.. After the awkward silence and him being flustered, he just walked away with no explanation or whatsoever. Y/N just huffed in annoyance and flops back down to her comfortable messy bed..

What is wrong with Steve?

Days passed and it seems that Y/N is finally at peace, there were no longer eyes watching her.. Yes, Steve has given up.. How does she know? Simple, Steve is now avoiding and pretending she doesn't exist.. Which is fine by her, but there's this small pain in her heart.. She missed Steve acting like a douche..

Y/N mentally slaps herself, she used to complain about Steve always criticizing and annoying her but why is she missing it now? Y/N sighs as she slams her head in the table infront of her. A piercing pain welcomed her as her head hit the table but she ignored it.

"Umm, can I go on with my briefing?" Tony was standing in the middle of the big briefing room..

Y/N put her hands up and gestures an 'okay', she completely forgot that she was sitting with the Avengers in the middle of a meeting..

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda was the first to ask her that, Y/N just let out a groan.. All of them just shared knowing looks and Tony fakes a cough.

"If you want to rest, you can go.." Tony chided..

"Alright.."

Y/N stood up and was almost to the door when Steve's phone suddenly rang, he answered it..

"Sharon?"

This name made Y/N stop, are they together? They look nice together, she hope that they'll break up soon.

"I'll be there.." Steve endes his call and stands up..

"Sorry everyone, I have a date with someone.." He push passed Y/N leaving her heart on the floor..

He has a date? Why is she even concerned about that? She doesn't care, Steve's stupid anyway!

"Wow, Capsicle is going on a date, I'll be damned.."

"And with Sharon?She's nice.." Wanda chirps in..

Meanwhile, Natasha notices Y/N who was dumbfounded and hurt by all the recent events..

"Aren't you gonna go, Y/N?" Nat asked with mischievous eyes wandering to her face..

Y/N put out a fake smile and left, how is she feeling this way? Does she like Steve? She groans as those thoughts eat her alive, maybe she just need a fresh air..

Yes, fresh air..

That's exactly what Y/N needs, she has been cooped up in the tower for weeks now.. She sped up to her room and grab her keys, jackets and Tony's credit card.. He won't mind it, that man is richer than the whole US goverment..

Y/N jogs to the elevator, turns out she's not going to be waiting for the elevator alone.. Steve is right there, also waiting for an elevator so he can go to his fancy date with someone else..

"Fuck.."

Y/N was deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize that Steve was looking at her.. She cleared her throat and walked up to the elevator doors..

"Up or down?" Steve asks making Y/N look at his stupid handsome face.

"Can't you figure it out Sherlock?" She's grumpy and she doesn't care.

"What?" Steve questioned.

"Down!"

"Could've just said that.."

"We're on the fuckin--"

"Language!" The infamous 'language', he's being dramatic as hell.

"Fine!We're on the freaking top floor and your asking me if I'm going up or down?"

"I didn't notice."

"You're just stupid.."

The elevator was taking forever, normally it would be up in a minute but she's been standing her for almost five minutes and the elevator is still a no show.

"This is taking forever, I'm going to take the stairs.." She was going to the staircase when the elevator doors opened..

"You're impatient.." Steve mumbles.

"Asshole.." Y/N mumbles back..

And before she knew it, she's pinned to the floor.. It happend so fast, Steve has pinned her down to the floor.. Their face were only inches apart, it made Y/N blush but she somehow hid it..

"Let me go, Steve.."

"Not until you beg for forgiveness.."

"Beg?Didn't know you had a kinky side, old man.."

Steve got flustered by her words, still he didn't let Y/N go.. She started to fight back by getting the upper hand and overpowering Steve.. Now she's on top, she smirks and inch her face closer to Steve's face.

"Dominant, I like that Cap.."

"Although, next time ask for a girls permission before you go and pin her to the floor.."

Without thinking Steve kissed Y/N, her eyes widen but soon she melted to the kiss. It started out soft but it became rough within seconds.. All of the unsaid feelings were mashed into the kiss.. She was out of breath but she didn't want it to stop.. Steve pulled back and smiled sweetly at Y/N, she was confused but she smiled back..

"You like me back?"

"No shit, Sherlock.." Y/N smiled but instead of Steve saying language he smiles back..

"You're so immature.."

They both laugh as Y/N got up and offered her hand to Steve, he gladly accepted..

"Go, you'll be late for your date..Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.." Y/N shooed Steve away but he just stands there..

"You are my date.."

"Well powder me in sugar and call me a donut.. Was all this planned?" Steve nods and Y/N just shakes her head in disappointment, she interlock her arm to Steve's arm.

"Let's go eat some ribs and steaks, Cap.."

On the briefing room with all the remaining Avengers, they were cheering and celebrating as they watch the two from a surveillance camera.

"Not bad, Cap.." Natasha mumbles as she eats popcorn with Wanda and Bucky.

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cherry-ber · 4 years ago

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Too drunk to fuck pt 10

♡ Part one| Previous

You couldn't believe it, that not even a month could go by without having to worry about Mark. You woke up several hours after you got that text, and couldn't help the way your heart sinked, you had to get up and shower with the coldest water to be ready for the upcoming long day, calling said unknown number to ask for an explanation.

“Who's this?” ask back as you make your way to the door.

“Y/N? It's Jisung! Do you not have my number saved?”

“Jisung, it doesn't matter right now!” although you knew that it would be a big complain from him later “What happened to Mark?”

“He's alright now... Do you want us to pick you up so you can see him?”

“Well, yes, that's why I called, but what happened?”

“Wait, I'll tell Jeno and Jaemin to pick you up, they must be close to your place now” and he hung up, avoiding the question you made him.

You sat on the sidewalk, waiting for the car to arrive, writing a text for your mom apologizing for leaving suddenly and so early. The streets were barely lighted by the daylight, but when you saw the car lights shining in your way, you knew immediately who it was, you stood up quickly and walked in their way, Jeno rolled the passenger window down and both him and Jaemin smiled sweetly at you, you almost forgot where you were going, and jumped in the back seat. The ride to the hospital was full of laughs, you even stopped in a convenience store to buy coffee and snacks because none of you have had breakfast. Jaemin parked and the tension in the air made its way back to the moment, suddenly feeling too awkward and guilty to hold hands with Jaemin when he started brushing his fingers on your palm while you three walked to the hospital.

You've never stepped in a hospital before, when you were younger you were over protected, you never got [physically] hurted, nor did you go with your parents when someone did have an emergency, and everything overwhelming; families waiting for news of their loved ones, people who looked in pain, doctors and nurses who probably went home crying from too many emotions at their work place, you couldn't even imagine how Mark would look laying in those uncomfortable beds.

“Mark Lee” Jaemin says walking to a lady in a counter

“Are you his family?” she says in a monotone way, not even turning to look at him “only his family is allowed to see him”

“His family doesn't leave here, I'm his roommate”

The lady types Mark's name, not questioning anymore, probably feeling compassion over that young boy being alone all night , having no one else for him than his friends, who had been annoying her since she started her shift. She tells him he's not taking visits, but he's gonna be allowed out in a couple hours.

Jaemin makes his way back to you and Jeno, both unsure of asking, he just sits in the waiting chairs, his body too tired, not from today, rather than everything becoming too much.

“I'm going out for a smoke, do you want to come?” his friend asks, noticeably stressed with the hospital environment, Jaemin looks at you and shakes his head, Jeno palms his back and rushes out.

“You should go, I can wait here” Jaemin can't help the grin forming in his face when he hears your voice, he thinks it's adorable how not even in a time like this he can't be unhappy if you're there.

“No, he's just-” he realizes he's spilling too much “he doesn't like hospitals”

“I mean, who does?” you sit next to him, placing your hand on his thigh “are you okay?”

Jaemin thinks of opening up, he trusts you and he knows you'd understand his emotions better than him anyway, he wonders if it's easier to lie and say he's alright, but tired, and eventually decides that whatever he says is useless anyway.

“Aw fuck, did you tell your parents you were coming?”

“I left a note, I told them Mark had an emergency and to call me when they read it”

“I shouldn't have brought you here, I shouldn't have brought you yesterday, I just keep dragging you into this mess, I'm sorry Y/N” he hadn't even realized himself how guilty he had been feeling, for the longest time, none of it was him, but he made it him anyway, he'd never been violent, neither did he enjoy the things he did, he just did them anyway, but after a couple years of losing himself, he forgot that too, and having someone that cared for him as much as you did, he felt guilty over making you a part of his life, over stealing Mark's chance, your chance to leave him and leave the whole thing, he never meant it, he'd never do that to you “I'll take you back, Jeno can wait here and-”

“You never even told me what happened” you cut him off and he wonders if you were able to listen to the rant on his head “no one has told me what happened and I hate making up scenarios of this, just tell me what happened, I'm gonna find out anyway” your voice was full of anger and fear, but you couldn't handle it any longer, you hated that feeling of being kept from the whole thing, it made you feel like they didn't trust you at all.

“He, uh, a lot happened, actually” he takes a deep breath as he dives in deeper waters of guilt “you saw him last night, we kinda got into an argument before you left, he's not himself when he's drunk, he's a good guy, you know, but, he got a little bit out of his mind, he had been drinking, he had been smoking with Jeno prior to that, and when we left he tried to leave too, he crashed, but that's not why he's here, he, uh, got up, too numbed to realize that he hurted his ankle and got some lines of coke, too many, actually, he got overdosed and they took him here” Jaemin didn't notice the moment tears started rolling down his cheeks, it was guilt that was swallowing him alive, thinking of how he was the root of every single problem they were having “I didn't know that, I didn't know he was doing all that in a single day, I didn't know he'd try to follow us, I would've taken his keys, I would've said sorry, I shouldn't have taken you there, I shouldn't even be talking to you right now”

And you can't help but cry when he does, knowing how emotional and empathetic Jaemin could actually be, knowing how he tends to take credit for everything that goes wrong, hell, he probably blames himself for climate change, and knowing how sorry and scared he must have been feeling.

“Jaemin, it's not your fault. Mark makes hus own choices, maybe all of them are bad, but those are his” you swipe away the tears off his face with your thumbs “you didn't force him to do any of that, and I know you mean so much more to each other than you say, but you can't keep taking everything he does just because he's broken or whatever you're telling yourself” but you noticed mid-sentence that this was something you needed to tell yourself too “I'm sure he's grateful for you, but you can't keep fixing his mess every single time”

He feels like a weight has been lifted off him, knowing that you can see him for him, you can see how he cares for Mark, and understands what you mean, but it doesn't feel right at all.

“Yeah, i know that” he sits straight again, he looks like he never had that breakdown “Anyway, he's alright now, somehow, do you want me to buy you some coffee?”

You spot Jeno coming back, probably just because it was cold outside. “No, but I could use a walk, the environment is weird here”

You stand up as Jeno makes his way to the chair next to Jaemin.

“Can you take a shift waiting? She's feeling sick and we're taking a break” Jaemin asks his best friend “or you can come, he's probably taking hours to be free, he can wait anyway”

Jeno shakes his head, assuring Jaemin that he'd rather be inside, and that Mark could get kicked out any minute if he was awake.

There's not much to see in the surroundings of a hospital, nor in the parking lot, but the pain of all those people, mixed with Jaemin's and your own was getting overbearing. Jaemin takes a cigarette in his mouth and skillfully lights it real quick, you try to remember if you've ever seen him smoking, but you couldn't remember, nor could you remember his car of his clothes smelling like he did. He's quick to finish it, taking big puffs and barely taking it away from his mouth. He noticed you were staring at him.

“Do you want one?” he forgot his whole lecture on why he was guilty over dragging you into his life and suddenly he remembered as he was sure you were about to say yes “please don't say yes, I didn't mean to offer you one, actually” but he takes out another one, places it on his mouth and lights it, too quickly.

You couldn't help it but remember Mark, because the truth was that anyone who met Mark, would never be able to leave without thinking about him, he was too special to forget. Yes, Jaemin was the sweetest person on Earth, and granted, you'd choose him any day over any other person, and that's why your heart sunk when you remembered what the days hiding in abandoned place with Mark were like, full of uncertainty, but exciting anyway, how his strong leather and tobacco scent would pierce into your nose for the whole day, how he'd make you feel when his fingers ran through your thighs. You loved Mark, you've loved him for a while now, but now you loved him in a different way, you told yourself. There was no use in comparing the two of them since they were absolutely opposite to each other, but you'd love to forget what you felt for Mark anyway.

You take Jaemin's hand on your own, stealing a puff of his almost finished cigar, blowing the smoke directly to his face and smile fondly when he laughs it off. Something about Jaemin always felt right. He throws the rest of it, not risking a burnt when as he rounds your back with his big arms. He could swear he sees a whole galaxy in your eyes, the way they shine is absolutely stunning and it makes him feel warm and fulfilled. He gets closer for a kiss, a sweet kiss, but with the taste of tobacco in his mouth, it becomes easy to forget where you are. You can feel someone walking in your direction as you get away from each other. Jeno and Mark are walking slowly to the car, you remember how Jaemin said he hurt his ankle and giggle at Jeno smiling at Mark's struggle. Both you and Jaemin walk to them, but Mark doesn't care at all, you expected him to be less of an ass by then, and he expected it too, knowing well how much everyone cared for him, but too bitter seeing Jaemin with you, convinced that it should be him who's kissing you and taking you out every Friday night.

Jaemin drives you all to Mark's place, you've never been there, and you don't want to be there either way, so you wait in the car while they make sure Mark can survive a couple hours alone, he can't help but feel defeated, owing his literal life to Jaemin but still pretty annoyed about his new relation. Jeno decides to stay with Mark, promising he'll call someone to take a shift later, and now Jaemin has a some more time alone with you.

Your mom was worried after she read that note, following your instructions and calling you as soon as she saw it.

“He's alright mom, he hurted his ankle, that's it”

“Are you sure? We can bring him something and pay him a visit”

“I think he is tired, besides, I want to spend some time with Jaemin, can I come home later?”

She agrees, too enchanted when Jaemin was mentioned, and diving more into the idea of you setting down with him. Boys were never a priority to you, and somehow it made her happy you were with him. You had already hung up when Jaemin came back to the car, not sure if he should ask you out on a spontaneous date or wait until you suggested it.

“Are you busy, like, right now?” you ask before he can decide on what to do

“Not really, why?”

“I don't know, I wanted to go out, but now I'm thinking I'm more in the mood for a movie at home”

“Do you want me to take you home?” you laughed at how naive he could be sometimes

“I want to go to your place” you confess “well if you don't mind it, maybe we could go to my room and cuddle there”

Jaemin thought of the scene: his mom would definitely be surprised, he couldn't remember if his room was clean, but he sure wanted his mom to meet you, he wanted to have dinner together, he wanted to show you the cool stuff gathered in his room. “Well, we can go to my place”

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A.N: i will never say sorry enough times because i can't help but take too long to update this,,,, anyway, thank you so much for reading this, i hope you're having a nice day/night, some people are still in quarantine and it can be messy to our heads, remember to take care of yourselves, much love! ♡

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bmongmong · 4 years ago

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Chaper 8 - Date

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n

I freeze a bit. Why does he want to talk to me? I bet it's because of what happened earlier.

While I nod at him, I notice Rosé and Jimin going upstairs, holding hands. Then I remember about the surprise. I see Jungwook going after them. I need to stop him.

"Don't go Jungwook!" I shout.

"Why can't I? Do you want me so bad?" he answers me smirking.

"No!!! it's just...leave them alone please..." I say almost whispering. Both him and Jungkook look at me in confusion, but then I hear Jungwook saying:

"Ahhhhh, I see. Rosé needs to show something to Jimin. I see" he says smirking and laughing.

I just look down a bit embarrassed. He then continues:

"Don't worry love birds. I'll leave you two alone as well, so that you can talk" he then walks towards me and stops almost closing the space between us "Unless you want me to stay" he looks like the devil.

"Go away. We'll talk alone" his brother interrupts him. He just laughs and leaves right away, going outside of the house. Now it's only me and Jungkook.

"So..." I say blushing hard and preparing mentally "What did you want to talk about?"

"Earlier, tonight. Why were you dancing with him?" he asks. He doesn't seem mad or sad. He rather seems like he wants to understand what got into my mind. I don't know what to say. I just don't want to hurt his feelings.

"I actually though it was you..." I lied "you know, my head was spinning like crazy and you two are both wearing black suits. Not to mention about your faces, they're almost the same and I was too drunk to notice the little details..." it's actually a good excuse and it seems to work.

"So..." he says blushing and scratching the back of his head "You thought it was me, right?" I nod, not knowing what the point of the question is. "So wouldn't you mind if I do that to you?" he says blushing even harder and looking away.

I'm blushing too at his statement. Of course I wouldn't mind, but I'd never expected him to be this straight forward, especially knowing how shy he is.

"Umh, y-yeah, I-I mean, I w-wouldn't mind..." I say trying to look confident, but it's pretty obvious how nervous I look. It's a bit awkward right now, so I decide to walk towards the sofa and sit on it, laying my legs straight on it. As I sit, I look at my hands and start playing with my fingers due to nervousness.

I'm too distracted by my hands, that I don't notice Jungkook walking to me and standing in front of me.

"Y/n" he says. I don't look at him, but from his tone I can feel that he's really serious right now. This is making me even more nervous. He doesn't even say anything else. So I decide to look at him. He's so handsome.

He leans one knee next to my right thigh, on the sofa and his hands on the sides next to my hips. He slowly brings his face down to my level. He then put his other knee on the other side, next to my left thigh.

So now, I'm sitting under him, in between his legs. As I notice the position, I can't take my eyes off of his strong legs. They look pretty muscular and pumped.

Then I feel my face being lifted by two of his fingers.

"My eyes are up here y/n" he says with a husky voice.

Rosé's pov

Now I'm going upstairs holding Jimin's hand. I want to give him the real present. Me.

As he guides me to his room, I start to feel a bit nervous. Like, it's not the first time I go into a guy's room, but this time it feels different. I need to be confident.

As he opens the door and gets us inside, I quickly push him against the door and lock us inside.

"Someone seems needy" he says smirking. He knows the effect he has on me and he gets cocky every time. But I like it this way.

I start kissing him roughly on the lips and I feel him laying his hands on my hips, bringing me close to his core.

Then I suddenly stop the kiss. He whines a bit and seems upset. I grab him by his shirt and kiss him again, turning us around. As we keep kissing, I start walking and then I feel the bed with one of my knees.

At that moment I push him hard on it, making him laying down. He tries to sit up, but I quickly push his chest down with my hands and sit on his lap.

"So this is you true nature?" he says putting his hands behind his head.

He looks so hot right now, even though he's wearing his pajama. I can feel his member getting hard under me. I take off my shirt and say:

"You should open your present now. Happy birthday Jimin"

Y/n pov

My heart is beating so fast and I feel my legs trembling a bit in between his. Our faces are getting closer and closer and I start to feel something in my stomach. It's pure pleasure. I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I slowly open a bit my mouth, not being able to breath only through my nose.

His hand goes from my chin to my cheek, moving away a strand of hair that was in the way. He's looking at my lips and I'm doing the same. I'd never thought that it would have happened like this. Not that I'm mad about it.

I see him closing his eyes and getting even closer, so I do the same.

"Wow little brother, you're really good with girls"

Me and Jungkook both widen our eyes and get away from each other really quickly at the sound of Jungwook's voice.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you two, but it's too cold outside." he says walking towards us.

"Great" I hear Jungkook saying under his breath as he sits next to me.

"I guess we can't sleep upstairs since Jimin and Rosé are having fun. I think we have to sleep on the sofa. All three of us" Junwook says.

How are going to sleep in three here? I mean, there's enough space, but that would mean that two of us have to sleep together on the same side, since it's a two-block sofa.

"So, which one of you wants to sleep with me?" the long haired one says opening his arms to us.

"JUNGKOOK!" I quickly say.

"What?!" I hear both of them.

"Y-Yes, I want to sleep alone" I say stuttering a bit. "I'd never imagine you would say this" Jungwook says and then continues "I thought the two possibilities were rather sleeping with him or, even better, with me"

They look at each other a bit disgusted and I continue saying teasingly:

"Or maybe one of you two wants to sleep on the floor"

"NO" they say at the same time.

It's been a while and I can feel both of the twins sleeping soundly. I slowly stand up and looking at them. What? They're practically hugging each other unconsciously. I laugh a bit and take my phone to take a picture. After saving it, I try to sleep.

It's the next morning now. I slowly wake up feeling a bit dizzy. Then I remember about last night, it was crazy. I start to feel anxiety building up as I remember about me dancing and rubbing my body against Jungwook's. But then, I suddenly smile to the memory of me and Jungkook almost kissing.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" I hear someone screaming. It seemed like it was two people. I turn around and find the two twins looking at each other shocked. Then Jungkook kicks his brother out of the sofa, making him fall on the ground.

"Ouch! What's wrong with you?!" Jungwook says rubbing his behind.

"Why the hell were you hugging me?!" the other one shouts.

"I could ask you the same!"

And they kept arguing, for about five minutes until I stop them saying:

"You've been hugging the whole night" I show them the picture.

"Delete it!!" they say at the same time.

"Nope" I say smiling hard.

After a bit Rosé and Jimin went downstairs and the blonde girl told me about their crazy night. Now I'm 100% sure that Jimin received his true gift. Obviously I told her about my crazy night too. She was shocked. But we laughed remembering how crazy we both were.

We ate lunch together and after a bit we eventually got to our own houses.

Now I'm laying on the bed, still thinking about the two twins.

I really like Jungkook. He's the perfect guy for me. Everything would be great if it wasn't for his brother. But for some reason, I can't get him out of my mind. When we danced and when he kissed my neck. I touch that particular spot as I remember his lips on it.

I start to feel guilty all of a sudden. I hurt Jungkook, not once, but twice. And this time he even assisted at the scene. I'm so dumb. I want to cry, but I can't. It hurts so much, but I don't know how to get this pain off of me.

I passed the rest of the day on my head still feeling a bit dizzy.

Now it's Sunday. I slowly wake up to my phone ringing. Who could it be this early in the morning? I look at the screen. JUNGKOOK IS FACETIMING ME!! WHAT DO I DO?! OH MY GOD?! DO I LOOK GOOD?! I MEAN OF COURSE NO! I JUST WOKE UP! But then I also notice the time. 1 PM. What?! I quickly grab one of my pink lipstick on my desk and put it on. It looks natural, so I think it doesn't look too much. I also fix a bit my hair and rub my eyes. Ok take a deep breath...1,2.....3!!! I answered!

"Good morning y/n" he says with his raspy voice.

"It looks like I'm not the only one who overslept" he continues laughing. The combination of his raspy voice and his face is really one of the hottest things ever.

"Yeah ahahah I didn't even hear my alarm" I say a bit embarrassed.

"I called you because I wanted to ask if you're free today afternoon. And also because I wanted to see your face" that made me blush so hard and I guess he noticed that.

"U-Umh yeah, of course. I'm free" I stutter a bit. I'm actually excited, I hope he'll ask me out!

"Great I'll come to your house at 4 PM and take you out on a date" he says smiling warmly. YESSSSS I'M GOING ON A DATE!! MY ACTUAL FIRST DATE.

"Where are we going?" I ask curious.

"That's a secret" he says winking.

"Ufff but I want to know!" I say pouting.

"I'm not telling you anything. Bye Bye y/n! Oh and remember to wear something cute!" and with that he hangs up.

What just happened. I NEED TO CALL ROSE'!!

"Roséééé!!" I shout through the phone "I need your help!!"

"You don't have to scream like that. I woke up ten minutes ago"

"Oh, I guess everyone of us woke up late today. Anyway. JUNGKOOK ASKED ME OUT"

"What?! Really? When?!"

"A few minutes ago he called me!! He said that he'll come to my house today at 4 PM and he didn't tell me where we're going. He only told me to wear something cute."

"Ok don't panic y/n. Now let's both eat lunch and at about 2.30 Pm I'll face time you, so I'll help you with your make-up and outfit!"

During lunch, my parents kept asking me about the party and, of course, about Jungkook. I showed them on picture of last night with all of us. They noticed Jungwook right away.

"Who is he?" my mum asks "He looks exactly like Jungkook!"

"They're twins" I say while eating my food.

"What?!" both of them say, letting their forks falling on the plate and making some little pieces of food flying over the table.

That's the reaction I also had when I found out about them. How crazy ahah.

It's 2.30 PM and I just facetimed Rosé. Now I'm putting on a bit of make-up and she's guiding me through the whole process.

"I think you should put on a very natural orange peach blush"

"What?" I say. She know much about make-up, while I suck.

"Oh god y/n. umh... that one on the right" she says pointing through the screen at that blush.

"Great, you look so good y/n!" she says after I finished. I have to be honest. I'm kinda cute. I did a very good job!

"Now I have to decide an outfit" I say standing up.

"And we need to hurry up, it's 3.45 PM"

"What?!" I shout. Did it really took me that much to put on make-up? I swear, I'll never get how times flies every time a girl has to get ready.

After trying on some outfit, I finally find the perfect dress. It looks a bit romantic, but I guess that'll be ok.

"You look so good y/n! I think today he'll kis-"

DING DOOOONGGGGG

Rosé got caught off by the doorbell.

"It's him!!" I have to go Rosé! And thank you so much!" I say starting to bounce everywhere due to the adrenaline.

"Go get him girl!"

I slowly go down the stairs and I hear Jungkook's voice. He's talking with my parents. They're praising him for how good looking he is. I swear, they always have to embarrass me.

"Oh you're so kind Miss-" Jungkook stops noticing me going down the steps. "wow y/n. You're gorgeous" he says under his breath, but everyone could hear what he said.

"Hi Jungkook! I thought you'd wait for me outside" I say giving a death stare at both of my parents.

"Oh by the way. Why did you come here Jungkook?" my mum asks the boy.

"I'm here to take y/n on a date" he says showing his bunny smile.

"Yes, that's righ- WHAT?!" I know that we're going on a date, but I didn't expect him to say that in front of my parents.

"Aaaawwwwww really??!!" my mum says shaking her hands and jumping up and down.

"Yes! But I wanted to ask for your permission first" he say looking at both of them.

"Of course, you have our blessing honey!" my mum says taking his hands. Why are they like this. I want to bury myself.

I quickly grab Jungkook's hand and drag him out of the house saying goodbye at my mum and dad.

"Wow, your mum seems to like me" he says smiling. That damn smile...

"Please forget about what just happened" I say covering my face in embarrassment.

"Shall we go now?" he says pointing out his hand. I shyly grab it and we start walking.

After about ten minutes of walking, we reached the subway. He told me to wait for him at the second rail. I wonder where we're going. After a couple of minutes he comes to me with two tickets.

"No Jungkook, I would have paid for mine. Wait I'll give you the money" I say searching for my wallet in my purse, but he grabs my wrist and says:

"It's ok. I'll pay for it" he says. His voice is calm and soothing as always. It makes me feel comfortable.

As we get on, we see that there is only one seat available.

"You sit" Jungkook says smiling sweetly. I blush and do as he says. I swear, this is perfect. I feel like my feelings for him are increasing even more. It's like my heart is about to explode, because it's full of passion.

After a bit, I actually feel bad. I'm here, sitting comfortably and he's standing since we got on. I quickly stand up and tell him to sit, but he shakes his head. I insist more and he eventually sits. Unexpectedly, he grabs my waist and makes me sit on his knees. I look at him in embarrassment, since it's full of people who are watching.

"It's ok" he says taking my hand in his. He started caressing that hand with his other one. I'm living in a dream. I start to feel butterfliers in my stomach as he moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're beautiful" he says at a low voice. I'm about to cry. This is too much for me. I did a lot of bad things towards him, I do not deserve any of these. But I really love the romantic scene that he's showing me.

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cryinghole-blog · 8 years ago

Conversation

Xav: I'll talk to you on Steam but won't join tipchat again

Chinye: whats wrong

Xav: I dunno

Xav: I'm yelling a lot

Xav: Keep on changing what I want to do

Xav: Keep on fidgeting

Xav: So I'll talk after this shower

Chinye: ok

Chinye: i hope u feel better

Chinye: is something about tipchat bothering u?

Chinye: something i said?

Xav: No, it's me

Xav: I got upset in the shower. When I'm calmed down I'll tell you

Chinye: can i help?

Xav: I just need to unload on you

Xav: Sorry in advanced

Chinye: ok

Xav: Just here's the jist

Xav: I'm lazy

Chinye: lazy?

Chinye: i dont really get that impression with you

Chinye: did you forget to do something?

Xav: okay im back on

Xav: this might take a while

Xav: because i just have a horrible feeling in my gut

Xav: but the main reason why i am in my current life circumstance is that I'm lazy

Xav: 2010, first year of high school

Xav: everything was okay besides friend

Xav: 2011

Xav: i couldn't develop a study strategy

Xav: because I didn't feel like it

Xav: and pushed away the worries by either talking to people, playing games, watching things, etc.

Xav: this manifested

Xav: i started to not ask for help

Xav: because I didn't want to

Xav: and it was so much effort

Xav: this started spilling into everything

Xav: in life

Xav: today

Xav: i didn't eat breakfast

Xav: because i didn't want to

Xav: i didn't walk peggy

Xav: because i didn't want to

Xav: didn't do washing, the dishes, clean up

Xav: didn't go outside

Xav: it goes into video games

Xav: i can have more fun in Granblue if I looked up what I should do next and grind

Xav: but I'm lazy

Xav: and don't want to put in effort

Xav: so I just whine about my current situation

Xav: i would put more effort into trying to rebuild friendships

Xav: but I'm lazy

Xav: t would require too much effort

Xav: and make me anxious

Xav: and runin mty day

Xav: so I resort to staying inside

Xav: I was in the shwower

Xav: I was too lazy to get out

Xav: i just let the water envelop me

Xav: Like a wet and slippery cocoon

Xav: I don't try to develop new hobbies

Xav: Because that requires me to fail first to improve

Chinye: you sound like me

Xav: and I don't want to do that

Xav: I am too lazy to get up

Chinye: thats exactly how i am

Xav: too lazy to get dressed

Xav: too lazy to look for a job

Xav: too lazy to seek help from free government services

Xav: too lazy to tell mum and dad my real inner problems

Xav: too lazy to even start a conversation with my surviving friends

Xav: too lazy to become alive

Xav: too lazy to defend myself

Xav: i just take each blow

Xav: too lazy to do these stretches which will stop me feeling pain

Xav: too lazy to stop any of this happening

Xav: too lazy to believe in myself

Chinye: do you have anything that motivates you

Xav: i dunno

Xav: i just wanna go to sleep

Xav: because im too lazy to figure out what to do for the rest of the day

Xav: Too lazy to even try to find someone to fuck the pain away

Xav: I'm too lazy to find out if I even like dick

Xav: I've just masturbated to some dumb doujins online

Xav: had one boyfriend

Xav: who hadn't even transitioned yt

Xav: and i label myself as bi/pan

Xav: too lazy to get to the root of the problem

Xav: too lazy to get better at video games

Xav: doesn't that just make your skin crawl?

Xav: i want to do all these things

Xav: but this little thing in my head just makes me this walking zombie

Chinye: it doesnt really make it crawl but it makes me lock up a bit

Chinye: because i have exactly the same problem

Chinye: no motivation to do anything

Chinye: too lazy to fix my problems

Xav: i can feel my energy leak out

Chinye: I dont know what to say about it

Xav: all the positivity

Chinye: cause like im exactly the same

Xav: i want to cut off my limbs

Chinye: I wish there was a magic fix

Chinye: :(

Xav: and im too lazy to stop talking and think about your feelings

Chinye: you dont need to stop

Xav: i just keep on going

Xav: and impede negativity onto you

Chinye: negativity doesn't bother me

Chinye: I can handle it

Xav: even though i know how you feel because i've been in your spot so many times

Chinye: I just am thinking about it

Chinye: I dont know how to solve problems i have myself

Chinye: its good to know im not alone though

Xav: i'm too lazy to tell people what they say makes me feel horrible but i bottle it up and struggle to help them but all i can do is hit these plastic objects

Chinye: I thought other people just had motivation to do things

Chinye: and that things were just harder for me

Xav: which then sends an impulse to wiring then goes through all of these devices

Xav: to someone else

Chinye: Do i make you feel bad?

Chinye: with anything i say?

Chinye: I can stop dumping emotional stuff on you

Xav: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mWotngJBcc

Xav: i can't stop talking to you though

Xav: because then you will have to talk to someone else

Xav: and gothrough the same process

Chinye: I can keep it in

Chinye: and deal with it myself

Chinye: like should've done in the first place

Xav: you;'ll hurt yourself in the

Xav: process

Chinye: i'm sorry i've been dumping stuff on you

Chinye: I wont anymore

Xav: no

Chinye: thanks for all the help so far though

Xav: i want to be strong

Xav: i want to be strong for you

Xav: but i'm just so squishy

Xav: and take everything to heart

Chinye: i told you before

Chinye: i can handle it myself

Xav: i dont want you to be in pain

Chinye: i just got weak

Chinye: and let it fall on someone else

Chinye: dont worry about it anymore

Xav: i failed

Chinye: how?

Chinye: we're still gonna hang out

Chinye: and talk

Chinye: just not about sad stuff

Chinye: unless you need help

Chinye: maybe it'd be good to get some sleep though

Chinye: you said you were tired

Chinye: and i dont want you ot be upset

Xav: i donm't know

Xav: do we even have anything else to talk about?

Chinye: ofc we do

Chinye: are u joking

Chinye: i think were really good friend

Chinye: s

Chinye: we can talk about games

Chinye: and shows

Chinye: and things going on in discord

Xav: every day i just feel weaker and weaker

Xav: yesterday was fine

Xav: i don';t know why

Xav: everything felt different

Xav: but just

Xav: thinking of anything

Chinye: its my fault

Xav: makes me collapse

Chinye: you have been dealing with other peoples problems

Xav: no

Chinye: in addition to your own

Chinye: ofc its gonna be hard

Xav: please no

Chinye: ???

Xav: i don't wnat it ot be like this

Chinye: what to be like what

Chinye: im confused sorry

Xav: i dunno

Chinye: oh ok well

Chinye: if you wanna play games

Chinye: or anything

Chinye: let me know

Chinye: get some rest tho

Chinye: noob

Xav: i want to be stronger for you

Xav: for everyone

Chinye: then get there

Chinye: prepare yourself

Chinye: but that doesnt mean you gotta deal with everything at once

Xav: i want this feeling in my chest to go away

Chinye: sleep

Xav: it's 4:30 pm

Chinye: its the best way to get rid of feeling like that

Xav: it will ruin my day

Chinye: listen to music?

Chinye: im not sure

Xav: none of my music is particularly good at making me feel better

Chinye: you could finish koboyashi

Xav: i watch it with friends

Chinye: watch an anime from my list

Chinye: anything 8 and above is good

Xav: im too lazy to do anything new

Chinye: have you seen no.6?

Chinye: its shonnen ai

Chinye: but its really lite

Chinye: and good

Chinye: im thinking about going to sleep

Chinye: im really tired

Chinye: despite sleeping a bunch

Xav: okay

Chinye: not sure yet

Xav: dont ruin your sleep schedule this weekend

Xav: i want you to go to work on monday

Chinye: thanks dad

Chinye: :P

Xav: sorry, just can't think of anything funny atm

Chinye: lol you dont have to

Chinye: go eat a sanger

Chinye: or whatever u called them

Xav: i just feel frail and stale

Chinye: stale?

Chinye: you are a really nice person

Chinye: and i really think you brighten people around you

Chinye: a mood booster

Xav: it;s not enough

Chinye: its some though

Chinye: better than being someone who brings others down

Chinye: if everyone was like that

Chinye: things would be great

Xav: i;m going to be a pig and order food now

Chinye: wish i did that

Chinye: the sub i had when i woke up was gross

Chinye: lol

Xav: hoping mum won't look at the credit card bill

Xav: she was suggesting i make something for myself

Xav: but im just so weak

Xav: i didn't even make that sandwich i said i was going to make

Chinye: want me to paypal u money

Xav: no

Chinye: so u can order food

Chinye: and u just pay me back somehow

Xav: somehow will be in 2 years

Xav: maybe more

Chinye: it doesnt have to be with money n

Chinye: nerd

Xav: i've given you all i have

Chinye: what would food even cost

Chinye: like $20?

Xav: this place's minimum order is $20

Xav: the HSP was 13.50

Chinye: just let me know if u want me to

Chinye: and i'll paypal u it

Xav: i got a milkshake but it was shit

Chinye: you dont even have to give back

Xav: i can't let you do that

Chinye: i dont want you to get yelled at

Xav: Mum doesn't yell

Chinye: sorry

Chinye: shamed at

Xav: i can deal with it

Chinye: you dont have to if u let me help

Chinye: but ok

Chinye: its up to you

Xav: i just can't sorry

Chinye: ok...

#cryhole

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ MIEMBRO DE HONOR ❜

Headcanon of ‘Miembro de Honor’.

with the Mayans MC.

Request: Hello! I really liked the imagine about the teenager who broke into the clubhouse! Could you do an imagine or a short drabble about what happened right after she got gaught or something else related to that imagine? thank you!

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.4k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on google.

Masterlist.

The next morning when you woke up wearing clothes that weren't yours, you had to take some minutes to remember what happened. And when you found it out, the fear began to run through your veins, starting to shake when you heard some voices coming closer.

After ten minutes encouraging yourself, you went out of the room barefoot and walking with dubious steps until you found the men that caught you last night.

“I prepared you a coffee”. The one who called himself ‘el presidente’ got up from his chair, offering you a mug. “It will suit you, kid. We have to talk”.

Holding it, you followed him to another room passing away the other men. Entering into it, you left your gaze travel around. Some couches, a metallic locker, a big table and a lot of chairs. The man sat on the front, pointing to the closer one where you were supposed to have a seat.

“Please, don't kill me”. You said with a trembling voice, obeying without complaints.

“I'm not going to kill you. Neither my men”.

After he explained that they wanted to take care of you, you tried to breathe calmed. But you didn't trust them. Even less when they prohibited you to get out of the clubhouse.

They bought you everything you asked for. Clothes, books, a phone.

It only took you one week to start to talk with them. Some words. Some phrases. You began to see that they were good people in the wrong place, exactly as you were. Renegades.

Angel and Coco were always around you, having some fun, teasing you to make you laugh. They were the one who makes you easy to trust in the rest. They were like children, jumping from one side to another. They used to steal a piece of your food, dishevel you, push your stick while playing pool… But they also comforted you whenever you felt alone, questioning your existence in the middle of the night.

“What's up, mami?” Coco asked sitting by your side over the picnic table.

“Hold it, and don't tell Bish we gave you a beer”. The Reyes cleaned your tears as soon as his hands were empty.

“I just… was thinking about my family and all that shit… you know”.

“Foc them, mami!” Coco replied surrounding your shoulders with an arm.

“We're your older brothers now. And that's cool. I always wanted a sister to fuck up those bitches that don't let me live in peace, when we're having a party here”.

“Of course, 'cause they all want to fuck you”.

“Exactly. Your main task as my younger sister is to scare them away”. Angel sang pinching your cheeks.

“Stop!” Finally, he made you laugh again.

“And with me, you' main task is keep me happy befo' I start with another of my paranoias. So, I need ya happy too”.

Creeper and Gilly were the opposite. While Angel and Coco were trying to make you laugh, they were the one who were teasing you the whole time. To make you ‘stronger mentally’.

“Are you crying again?”

“You don't do anything else?”

“You're not gonna solve anything crying, mami”.

“Yeah, and you look fuckin' horrible”.

“You two are fucking assholes!”

You tried to punch Gilly on the chest, but he was faster, holding your arms and locking the kicks by a leg raised.

“That's it, mami! Fight!” Creeper cheered, while you kept trying.

“Fight against your problems, little sister, and don't give up”. The bigger one said, loosening the grip to hug you. “We're not gonna stop until you keep it in mind, babe”.

Tranq was a little reticent to the idea of having you there, not knowing if you were telling them the truth or if you were lying. But he started to change his point of view when he found you trying to fix up a bloody cut in your hand.

“The hell happened, kid?” He asked worriedly, grabbing the cotton to clean the blood before wrapping it with a gaze before bandaging your hand.

“I heard you were… hungry”. You complained because of the pain, putting the hand on your chest held by the other. Ashamed, you were unable to look at him. “I was cutting some bread to make you a sandwich…”

“Thanks, but I'm not into cannibalism”.

His words made you laugh, helping you to stand up from the toilet with an arm on your waist.

“Let's see what you were doing, kid…”

Taza and Riz used to ignore you. Sounds rude, but they didn't trust you. A kid from the street? Who knows if someone hired you to talk about what was happening inside the clubhouse. And this feeling increased because you used to spend a lot of time looking at them. But what they didn't notice was the fact that you used to do it in a concrete moment of the day.

“You don't have anything more interesting to do?” Riz asked you, getting up from the floor and shaking his clothes walking towards you. Taza followed him cross-armed with an eyebrow raised over the sunglasses.

“I don't think so”.

“Why don't you go to fuck off with the prospect, ah?” The apache spoke then, stopping some meters from you.

“I want to learn how to change a tire”.

The men looked at each other a little confused.

“I already learned to change the oil”. You said having a sip by the straw on your milkshake, Tranq's courtesy. But they seemed lost yet. “Yesterday. Yesterday morning. When you were in the scrap yard”.

“That is… what you do?”

“Learn about motorbikes? Yes. You're very good at it, and I like it”.

“Okay…” Riz turned at his friend, shrugging his shoulders, before offering you a hand. “Come here”.

“Really?”

“Yes, kid, come with us. We will teach you”.

With Bishop was easy too. He accepted you from the first moment. It was his idea at the end. You used to spend a lot of time with him, hearing about his travels and his life. He taught you to fight and to shoot, as a father was supposed to do. He also slept the first week in the clubhouse, in case that you needed anything. Like this night he had to take you to the hospital.

“Hey, what's wrong?”

He was inside the Templo, drinking a beer and smoking when you came in crying slightly. For some reason your head hurt so bad and you vomited twice. The man walked towards you, having a look of your face before placing his hands on your shoulders.

“You don't feel good, ah?”

“I have a horrible headache”. You just said between some sobs.

“Okay, let's see a doctor”.

“I don't have health insurance”.

“Don't worry about it. Take a jacket, I will find a helmet for you”.

After some long hours in the Emergencies, and a strong painkiller, he brought you back to the clubhouse carrying you on his arms. You were falling asleep since you left the hospital and he didn't care about taking you to bed. Bishop also took off your sneakers and tucked you under the sheets, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you feel better?”

“Mm…” You mumbled nodding with closed eyes.

“I'll be close if you need anything, okay?” The man hesitated for a second, leaning forward over you, to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest, querida”.

“Bish”.

“Yes?”

“Thank you”. You muttered before falling asleep.

For the first time in months, Bishop smiled, caressing your cheek slowly to make sure you were out of the real world.

They gave you the opportunity to come back to school, and study the necessary to go to the university. You didn't have any trouble. You put all your efforts on passing every test, and every night studying. EZ helped you to plan every single minute, to take advantage of the maximum possible time.

And they used to visit you every two weeks in San Diego, when you were accepted to study Medicine, in general terms.

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