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Skin Deep - Part 6

Author’s Note: Honestly, this story is nearing it’s ending. Hard to believe that a little idea I couldn’t shake has now grown into this mini-series! For all my die-hard homies, waiting for the next installment, I hope this is worth your while! If you’re new here, take a look around, see if you like anything and please, let the management know if you have any questions!! As always, writing like this requires the emotional support of people and pets. My dogs, Murphy and Winston, get me through a lot of plot bunnies just by being stalwart companions. My husband, graciously, lets me take these flights of fancy when I probably should be paying better attention to him and his day... and some of my besties here on Tumblr make it possible for me to do this for you guys. @sammy-jo1977 , my sister from another mister! Couldn’t/ Wouldn’t do it without you! To all the folks who follow me... My Minxes! Love you all! Stay well, be kind, and remember that Love, really does conquer all! If you want to be a Minx, send me a note, I’ll happily add you to my tag list! Lastly, be sure to like and share anything that you see on Tumblr that catches your eye. Creative types, we need the constant validation, you see? Without it, like an unwatered plant, we wither on the vine and perish! Be kind to those who help you through the day and reblog! Skin Deep Part 5 - click here for the previous chapter! Pairing: Loki x Reader, Steve, Valkyrie & Thor all make appearances Summary: Continued from Part 5, You and Loki put your plan into action, returning to Farmhouse. When you encounter Steve again, you learn there’s more than two sides to this story. Warnings: Loki’s POV and perspective, including mentions of his time under Thanos. I’m re-writing MCU history here, but some of the main beats are the same, so look out for SPOILERS for Dark World, Ragnarok, and a touch of Infinity War. The SNAP never happened because, reasons.

Empathy used to seem such a human emotion. Loki had no time for that on Asgard, not when Odin denied anything as frivolous as feeling. Hiding in plain sight was the means to survival and if that made the young prince sneaky and sly, so be it. By placing those parts of himself under lock and key; the parts that hurt, the ones that ached, Loki found it was safer to disconnect from others than subject himself to their suffering too.

Operating under the influence of Thanos and his minions when he held the scepter, Loki had purposefully divorced connection of any kind from his mind. It was dangerous. Weak. And moreover, it allowed Loki to do what Thanos commanded without really experiencing the horror, the havoc, of his actions for himself.

Who could hear the screams of women when the voice of Ebony Maw subliminally chanted all the ways that one could be dismembered at Thanos’ hands should Loki fail? What man would shed a tear after the near constant beatings doled out by Black Order members, just for the fun of it? How could someone care about a house, a car, a city, when they no longer cared about themself? Losing the Battle for New York had consequences far beyond the destruction of property. With Thanos’ hold over him vanquished, the walls around his heart, constructed in youth, crashed and burned like the dream of ruling Earth. Suddenly and completely out of reserves, Loki was powerless. And he felt everything. The fresh hurts caused by his manipulated ambitions in the hands of Thanos. The furious feelings of his brother, the inadequacies of his character, the feeble needs that drove his wild ambition washed over him unceasingly. Anger. Loss. Lunacy. Loki learned a hard truth in that moment. He was a monster. A freak. A creature beyond hope and salvation; proving his adoptive father right and his own hopeful heart wrong. Bitterness soured the fallen prince. Endless hours in isolation on Earth, which continued in his father's house, had Loki believing he had no chance of seeing the world outside again, and it hardened his heart further. To feel was so painful, so raw, and so humane. Why bother anyway? All that emoting, those high spirits, all they really did was expose you to derision. What was grief to a goblin? What was horror to a monster? What was love to a villain like him? An evil, conspiring demi-god, with a mind bent toward domination. A damaged, destroyed, deity alone and in pieces. Who would ever give someone like Loki Odinson a chance? Why should they?

Turning to his mother, Loki did everything but ask for forgiveness. In long rambling talks, her projection to his jailed person, the pair talked around ideas of guilt and innocence, of fate and fortune, of destiny versus desire, yet Loki never heard the words he needed in order to truly find peace.

If Frigga was aware of her son’s need for absolution, Loki would never know, as their last exchange was harsh and full of anger. Another stroke of loss, crippling now, because there was nothing Loki could do to change any of it from inside his prison cell. No illusion could conceal the painful ache that consumed him entirely.

Those days were dark, even for a soul as dusky hued as his own, and Loki’s thoughts followed a similar path. If there had been a way for him to shake off this immortal coil, free himself of the burden of living, Loki would have done so and been glad. Death was welcome compared to all this longing and heartache. But life, even a nearly immortal one, was funny.

When Thor provided a chance at redemption, Loki snatched at it, in his own detached way. He played hero, rescuing Jane, aiding his brother. And if he took a bit more in the form of deposing his arrogant, aging father, who would be surprised? He was Loki, God of Mischief, after all. Ruling the Nine Realms without the oppressive oversight of his father allowed Loki to prove himself in ways he never imagined. And Loki wasn’t just good at it. He was great. Of course, it helped that no one knew he was Loki. Living disguised as Odin was often unpleasant, frequently frustrating, but entirely necessary. Being Loki was still too difficult and likely to bring unwanted attention in the form of The God of Thunder, a thing that no one truly wanted, Loki least of all. Return Thor did, along with an unknown sister and the end of Asgard. When confronted with the insanity of Hela’s bloodlust, Loki’s only thought was of his kingdom, now without a ruler. He had worked too hard, too long, to see the land he cared for in the hands of an enemy, even if she called herself sister. Opening the Bi-Frost, panicked, his mind was solely on saving those he had recently held dominion over. They were his people, after all. But he never reached Asgard. Swallowing his fear, Loki focused all his energy on staying alive in a new and distracting environment, initially. What Loki found on Sakaar wasn't a new home base under a flamboyant, ineffective leader that he could control, even if that was his first design. On Sakaar Loki found his loyalty.

The proud, deep resonance of being Asgardian, of being an Odinson, of being capable and cool under pressure. Sure, he had to prove himself to Thor, Valkyrie, Banner and honestly, the rest of the kingdom, but actions speak louder than words. And through his actions on Sakkar, and by extension rescuing the people of Asgard, Loki had shown everybody his true mettle. It was on the deck of a stolen ship headed for Midgard that Loki had made a commitment of sorts. One that was not to the people, so recently saved or for his found family. This time, the promise Loki intended to keep was for himself. Loki was going to change. The problem is, a task like that takes time. Patience. Motivation. It was something that Loki had to work at and it was exhausting. They say that the best things come to those who wait. Loki was learning to wait everyday. Having earned a place at the side of his brother, he worked tirelessly to win over the heroes of his new home planet. Was it easy? Hardly, but Loki wasn’t willing to compromise. Not anymore. A life like Hela’s was not in his runes. Loki was simply going to be better. Not perfect. No one could be as good hearted as Captain America, nor could one be as tech savvy as Stark. So Loki was planning on being the best Loki he could possibly be, and that’s how he found himself going to meetings at The Avengers Tower, a mostly welcome addition to the team. Meetings weren’t all that exciting and boredom was an awful temptation for a deity devoted to mayhem. In fact, Loki spent more time doodling in his notebook than listening to whoever was droning on about whatever part of the world needed the attention of this motley crew. That was, until Pepper Potts hired her new assistant. That you were polite, pretty and pert wasn’t lost on the young god. Sitting outside Mrs. Iron Man’s office, typing away with a phone tucked under your ear, moving faster than anyone he had ever seen was certainly impressive. You were quick witted, clever and most of all, funny. Everyone else seemed to fall under your spell without much effort on your part, something that Loki found frustratingly fascinating. Here he was, struggling to get people to say his name without having a traumatic flashback, while you simply smiled and smarted off prettily, and had everyone singing your praises. But Norns, were you adorable. If he thought about it, and while off planet, Loki definitely had, he could remember the moment he realized that you were the woman he wanted. You were busy, as always, fielding phone calls and flipping through screens yet every moment your flying fingers weren’t hovering over a keyboard or pushing down telephone buttons they curled around a heart shaped charm at your throat. Clearly, it was a habit and one that you weren’t even aware of, still - it transfixed him all the same. Watching you from his side eye, your voice never wavering, your tone always so pleasing, and your nimble digits returning again and again to the small sigil around your neck. “Loki?” “Huh?” Dumbfounded at your call, those deep sea eyes blinked wildly at the sound of his name on your lips. “Hi! Yes, Pepper can see you now. Go ahead, she’s ready!” He rose on stiff legs, adjusting his tie, about to lie to Tony Stark’s woman all for the chance to see you in passing. Who had he become? It started out innocent like that, but soon, Loki was having to invent excuses for being in the office so frequently. Missing files, random visits, even going so far as to buy Tony coffee just for the thrill of seeing you. Something needed to change, and quickly, or Loki was going to blow. On another made up errand, hanging around the executive’s high rise office, Loki was doing a bad job of pretending not to see you. His mind was on your pouty lips as you sipped lemonade through a straw and not on the stately woman seated behind the desk.

“Loki, you’re a man of some… style.” Pepper said it so casually that he almost didn’t hear, his head lost in thoughts that would shame any other person. “I like to think so.”

Shutting her folder with a snap, Pepper smiled, “And you’d love to help your old friend Pepper out, right?” That got his attention, and quickly. Loki, shoving his hands in his pockets, turned to face Pepper with a widening grin, “I feel like I’m being baited.”

“Baited? Never! It’s just, you’re always here and I have a… project that needs the kind of help that you can provide.” At those words you entered the office, ready for action with a notebook and pen, eager and excited. Suddenly, it was all clear to Loki, “Pepper, no.”

The noose closed in on the handsome god as Pepper gathered paperwork without looking his way, “Come on, it’s the Stark Homecoming Gala and the two of you will do great! I have faith in you both. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!” “Really, Miss Potts, I simply can’t-” Stopping short, the strawberry blonde whipped around, almost nose to nose with Loki. Shrewd and straightforward, Pepper interrupted, saying, “You’ve been dancing around my office for weeks now. Clearly you like her and… against all the odds, she likes you too. I’m doing you a favor and when someone does you a favor, you say “Thank You”.” “Thank you.” Nodding curtly, “You’re welcome. Now, make yourselves comfortable, order some dinner, my treat. And do whatever you need to make sure this is one great party!” That’s how Loki found himself sitting at a clear glass table over sweating bottles of iced tea as you discussed color themes and tablecloths. You were shy, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you reviewed notes from previous gatherings both large and small. His hands itched with wanting to do that job himself. “So, what do you think?” It was the first time you had addressed him directly since coming through the door and for a moment Loki couldn’t answer. You were too… not beautiful, that wasn’t the right word, although you were. No, you were too open, too easy to read, and the earnestness you offered him was downright frightening. Sitting forward in the uncomfortable, yet fashionable, office furniture, Loki cleared his throat and again tugged his tie, “What I think is that you should let me take you dinner.” Dropping your eyes, your cheeks colored slightly as your fingers found that locket charm once more, “Loki, I… I don’t know-” Grabbing for your hand, suddenly afraid that you would take those shining eyes away, Loki lowered his voice and did something he never thought he would. He begged. “Please? I find that you’re all I can think about.” It rushed out of him in a torrent, the way truth so often does, and he found himself unable to look you in the eye. Loki was afraid to see rejection on your easy to read face, afraid that wanting you had cracked open the lock box holding his heart, afraid that you would see just how weak you made him. Your fingers twined with his own as you replied, “You didn’t let me finish. I don’t know what took you so long.” Sighing with relief, his face melting into a genuine smile, “Me either.” Over the next two months the pair of you worked tirelessly to plan and execute a perfect party. You were inseparable during the day, heads buried together as you discussed linens and table settings, the quality of cocktail glasses, and debating over a band or a dj. But at night, at night Loki talked about the things that haunted him in the dark. And you loved him in spite of the awful things he had seen and done and said. Others took notice. Loki was more lighthearted, more available. He listened when people spoke and wasn’t constantly doodling during meetings. Yes, Loki was learning how to love through your loving him. If empathy had seemed too humane before, then sharing his life, his love with you, was the kind of immortality that earned someone a place in Valhalla. It was the bravest thing Loki Odinson had ever done and he didn’t mind one bit.

The first time Loki tasted you was burned into his brain, as bright as a flash of lightning. A firefly in a memory jar that he kept returning to, time and again. Loki remembered what you were wearing. He recalled exactly how the light shone in your eyes. If he concentrated, he could tap out the rhythm of your racing pulse as he held you in his arms. It was the night of the gala. Inviting everyone under the Stark Industries banner, up to and including the heroes tasked with saving the world, the event was a way to earn money for one of the many charities Tony supported. The place was full of beautiful people wearing gorgeous clothes under perfect lights set to the hand crafted soundtrack you had created together.

But, Norns, he could still remember the way your eyes sparkled under the lowlights of that hall. How your dress, simple but sophisticated, clung to the fullness of your bottom. Low cut but somehow still modest, Loki couldn’t tear his gaze away from the promise of your curves, willing himself to find anything else as interesting as the idea of you.

You were across the room hanging onto Tony’s every word, eyes bright and cheerfully glowing as you sipped champagne. It made Loki want to do something grand, something suave, something that would demand your attention for his own. Moving towards you, his tuxedo perfectly pressed and fitting better than it had any right to, Loki looked long and lean. Each of his steps seemed to echo, even though the room was full of sound, and you turned your head as if you also heard. Breaking away from the cluster of acolytes surrounding Iron Man, you bit into your lip as the crowd parted, moving closer together one step at a time. It was one of the sexiest things Loki had ever witnessed. Lifting your glass in a toast, taking in the room of mingling millionaires, wealthy hangers on and Avengers, “Well, we did it!” “You did it, my dove, I just hung around and judged everyone.” “Oh stop. I couldn’t have done it without you and you know it.” Playfully you pushed against his shoulder and Loki took advantage, using your momentum to pull you to his side, your curvy figure flush against his own. Crooning into the shell of your ear, his lips brushing over that sensitive skin, “Somehow, love, I think you would have managed.” Before you had time to think, Loki had melded his mouth with your own, stealing your breath along with your heart. Loki’s feet moved in time with the music as he pulled into a dance, laughing in his arms, your cheeks hot and your head swimming. You laughing was, without question, Loki’s favorite sound. Nothing in this world or any other came close to matching the joyful, childlike glee of that enchanting noise. Loki memorized its melody, the rise and fall of your giggle. He had craved it, being away for so long, and now he wanted… no, needed to hear it. But you were the furthest thing from happy at the moment.

"Darling, please. We have to go." Loki tapped his watch, shaking himself free from the memories of your previous life together and barely suppressing his irritation.

Tears filled your eyes as you whipped your arms around Thor’s mighty shoulders, his deep voice grumbly with emotion, "Take care of him, would you? He's a jerk, but Loki is the only brother I have."

"Of course… always. And Valkyrie, your highness, I can’t thank you enough for-"

"No need. Loki, and by extension yourself, will always have a safe haven here in my palace."

Looking on, Loki and Thor embraced almost tenderly before crashing their heads together.

"Stay safe, little brother."

"Be good, Thor."

Eyes on the sky, Val ignored the show of masculine emotion, chastising your plan, "You’re going to start a war, Loki."

Straight backed, Loki turned to the king, "Not on the grass of New Asgard. I will take the fight to them, that is my vow to you."

As Loki offered his hand, Valkyrie shook it, with parting words, "Work on staying alive. You have a tendency to worry your brother."

Solemnly nodding, "As the king commands. Shall we?" With that Loki laced his fingers with yours, leading you a few paces away from the people who loved him most, before summoning the magic that had you both transcending space and time.

This time when your feet touched down it was on the familiar turf of the orchard, surrounded by the scent of apple blossoms and the buzzing of happy bees. Morning had broken and the world seemed full of promise, with the exception of that knot in your stomach.

"Are you ready? Darling?"

"Oh… yes. I mean, I still don't love this plan, but-"

"But it's going to work." Only it was no longer the baritone voice of your long, lean Loki speaking. In his place stood Nick Fury, leather duster and eye patch in place.

"If you say so!" And you clutched your own throat as Natasha’s bored tones came out of your mouth. The suit, skin tight but flexible, molded to your modified form. All in all, you were comfortable, "The boots are a bit much."

"Ya think? This jacket weighs a ton." Pulling at his collar, "Why does he wear a turtleneck anyway?"

"Loki, this is so weird. It feels so weird."

"Agreed, but then, why am I so turned on?"

Laughing, you shook your false red hair, hands resting on Natasha’s waist, "God, I've missed you."

"Same, dearest. Now… let's get your necklace and some answers!"

---

Convincing Bucky to head home had taken a lot of work, but sometime around 2 am Steve had finally seen his friend off. The house was empty. Steve felt the same way.

Turning the black velvet box in his pocket, fingers crushed against the fragile fabric, Steve struggled to feel anger. When that didn't materialize he shot for sadness but even tears seemed beyond his ability.

With a sigh, climbing the same stairs he had trudged up a hundred times before, Steve started going through the motions of bedtime. Only tonight you weren’t there to tease him about the wildly inappropriate amount of toothpaste on his brush. He didn’t have your light footsteps to follow to the bedside or your help with stacking all of your extra, yet entirely essential, pillows on the chair.

Someone must have changed the sheets, he thought. There was no evidence of you and Loki’s adventurous afternoon anymore. Steve made a mental note to thank Buck for that little piece of kindness in the morning.

Shucking his shirt, Steve sat on the mattress, a hand to his forehead. He had lost. Captain America had been bested. Beaten. And by Loki, no less.

Moonlight in silver slivers shone through the window panes, squares of light in the deep of night. Steve was alone. Utterly and totally alone.

And there was no one to blame but himself.

Sighing hard, Steve stood, pacing the floor to work off some of the unspendable anxiety he kept creating. The room still had your energy, your vibe, as you liked to call it, and the feeling was a prickling itch Steve couldn’t quite satisfy. Traces of you were everywhere and something about you leaving all of it, and him, behind was just too big to process. “Damn it.” Even whispering sounded like thunder in the silence of your recently vacated room. His hands, so big, so strong, smoothed along the fabric of your hanging clothes. All that power had done nothing to help Steve get the thing he wanted. Sorting through the baubles and trinkets on your dresser, bottles of perfume he had purchased, necklaces and pins, each with a moment of memory it hurt him to recall. Your watch ticked away the minutes as he stood, stoic and still, surrounded by the shadow of you. In the orchard the birds were waking, their song filling the air, as morning broke in low golden rays. Abandoning his plan for sleep, Steve watched as the light chased away the dark, casting rainbows on the floor. The sun was reflecting off of your Grandmother’s necklace. A pretty, ancient, carved cameo, heart shaped locket. He recalled his own mother owning one just like it, pictures of loved ones pressed inside, holding them as tight as history would allow. Fisting the filigree chain, winding it around his fingers as if it would somehow undo what he had done, Steve slipped it into his pocket before settling back onto the bed. ----

At the back door to the home you so recently shared with Steve, Loki hung back, “I think this is where we split up. You go find your treasure and me… I’m going to find some answers.” Nodding, Natasha’s signature red hair swinging, you squeezed the hand holding your own. It no longer looked like Loki’s long fingered paw, but that was only a skin deep change. You felt the undeniable essence of him in the press of his fingers against your own. “Be careful.” “That’s no fun, dove.” “Loki-” You hated the way your voice broke as you said it, but there just seemed to be so much at stake and you had already lost him once. Sensing your unspoken concerns, Loki flashed you Nick Fury’s best smile, “I will. I promise.”

“Ten minutes.” “Ten minutes.” You watched the black coated back of your charmed paramour as he opened the shed door, hoping that he’d find something worth knowing in that place out of sight. Inhaling deeply you twisted the doorknob as quietly as possible, letting yourself into what was once your kitchen, “What a mess.” It was impossible not to notice the unwrapped leftovers and empty bottles littering the table. An overturned trash barrel, crumpled beer cans littering the counter, things that Steve, your Steve, would never have tolerated. All evidence that the grand evening he’d envisioned had been thwarted by Loki’s arrival and your collective escape.

You started up the stairs, praising Natasha's footwear for its stealth, when you heard the toilet flush and the unmistakable shuffle of Steve’s feet on the carpet. There was no place to hide on the wide stairwell. It was time to see if Loki's plan was going to work.

Voice blurry, eyes rubbed red and raw, you couldn't deny that Steve looked like shit, “Bucky? That you? You back?” Steve’s voice bounced around the brightening room as morning sunlight filtered through the soft sheers you had picked out for exactly this reason. Panicked, you backed into the railing with an over loud “Oof!” “Nat? What are you doing here? I thought you and Fury were headed to New Asgard?” Suddenly wide awake and wondering, Steve rushed to your costumed side, eager for information. The man in front of you now bore little resemblance to the angry Avenger you had escaped from hours before. This man had hair sticking up in odd angles from near constant finger raking. This man had a hint of a stuffy nose and red rimmed eyes, all indicators that tears had been shed. Now those blue eyes were scrutinizing you closely, full of concern.

“Uh… We... We got intel. Yea, intelligence, that Loki was headed back this way. Turned around… and uh, here we are.” One of those sandy blonde eyebrows lifted, “Natasha?”

Squaring your shoulders, channeling that cool confidence you’d see Black Widow display over and over, “Steve?” Something about your tone of voice convinced him in a way your words couldn’t. He visibly relaxed, those broad shoulders going slack as he asked, “Didn’t make it to Norway, then?"

Nodding a negative, you felt the unfamiliar brush of her red hair at your cheek and had to fight the urge to tuck it away, “No. Loki’s using some sort of transporting power to move them around. Fury suggested I keep an eye out here, in case they come back this way.” “She won’t be back, Nat. There’s nothing for her here.” To you, Steve sounded so sad, so removed, that you had to will yourself not to comfort the giant before you. “That’s not true!” It came out of you forcefully, thoughtlessly, and you saw the shock register on the Captain’s face. “That is, Fury and I… we… have reason to believe that she will come back. They left with nothing, Steve. She’ll need clothes… maybe some shoes… and-” Swallowing hard, you didn’t want to give anything away, “-a necklace from her grandmother.” Steve, patting his pocket, felt the weighted chain and it’s heart shaped locket, “I don’t think-” Stepping up to his bulky form, suddenly aggressive, you started, “Never mind what you think, Captain. We're here for a necklace... the necklace. Our intel suggests that your former flame might return for it and… And, I want it, with me, as a means to subdue her when she arrives." Sounding forceful and official was enough to back Steve down. Just a touch deflated, you watched him shrug, “If that’s what you want, Nat, here-” From his pants he pulled out the shining bauble, a trinket really, but full of sentiment and memory. Sitting in his palm, the tiny heart that held the picture of your grandmother and mother looked so small, almost unreal. Reaching for it with wet eyes, you smiled at Steve as you lifted the charm and chain, “Thank you, Steve. Thank you.” Nodding deeply, that golden head bobbing, “You’re welcome.” The large grandfather clock could be heard ticking throughout the house. The sun was gaining on the day and you, dressed as Natasha stood in silence in front of a somber Steve. For another long beat nothing was said, then, as if sensing a shift in your conversation, Steve flashed your fake Natasha a weak smile, “I could use some breakfast. How about you?”

“Um… sure. Yea, ok. Breakfast.”

Steve started moving again, downstairs towards the cluttered kitchen when he paused, "So how did you get back so fast? Cause that's like a 7 hour flight, even with you in the cockpit." “Steve…” You could hear it, the whining almost pleading tone that signaled the end of Loki’s well planned charade. That wasn’t enough to stop Steve. He broke hard, one of those strong arms stopping you in your tracks before you could reach the lower level. “It’s clever, I have to give you guys that. Almost perfect, really.” Panic rising, you doubled down on the ruse, struggling to keep your voice even, “I don’t know-” Blocking you in, his body the perfect unmovable buffer, “Loki’s here too, isn’t he?” Pushing against “Steve, I… I don’t…” “Don’t lie. You don’t have to…” “But… how-?” “You’re not mean enough to play Natasha, doll. Not by a long shot.”

--- It was strange to be seated at the table and chairs that you and Steve had picked out together one sunny Saturday when you thought that your future was going to be Loki-less. Your place, the one that you had imagined filling with children that had golden hair and bright blue eyes, felt like a set. Something false and fake. A facade, put together simply for show. Steve must have felt it too because his fingers drummed against the white washed table incessantly. Clearly he had something on his mind. “Steve-” “No. No. Please, let me just get this out, ok?” Raising an eyebrow, you waved at him to continue, nervous but interested in what the super soldier needed to explain. With a shaky inhale, running his constantly moving fingers through his golden locks, Steve caught your eye and didn’t waiver. “When I saw you… No, that’s not right. Let me start at the beginning. “When Loki left Earth, you… you were so sad. It hurt me to see you so… deflated.” “Steve, I-” “You know it’s true. When he returned to Asgard, something in you, it dimmed, and I just couldn’t allow that… Not when I felt the way I did about you. “I don’t think you realize just how incredible you are… how full of life! And since I had already missed one chance to be with you, I knew I needed to prove that I could be the man you needed… If you forgot about Loki along the way, even better. “Only… you never did. I waited years for you, ya know, doll? Years. And just when I thought there was no chance with you, Nat gave me a reason to hope. “She was your friend. An ally. Someone you could trust… someone I could trust. I swear it started out that innocently, at least for me. I just wanted to make you smile again. But she had other plans. Plans that came from higher up the ladder of SHIELD. “Fury, he wanted us to watch you… something about Loki being too powerful. And-”, grabbing your hand tightly, Steve emphasized his point, “-I promise you that I had no idea about his success, or the messages he had sent to you through Nick. Like you, I thought that Loki was gone. Missing. Never coming back.” “I… I believe you Steve. I know that you didn’t do all this on your own… but what was Nick hoping you’d find out? I knew less than nothing about what was going on!” “I think he was worried that Loki would get to you first. That if… when Loki returned, you would be his first stop. Then you would know about Loki’s success and, frankly, Fury’s failures. You would also know… well, everything you know now. That Fury had you tailed, lied to, and led on in an effort to stop Loki from out flanking him.” Frenzied and frantic, you felt anger boiling up inside of you, “But I thought Loki was gone forever. There was no hope for him and I… and Natasha, she told me that he was dead.” “All a part of Fury’s plan to keep you neutralized and Loki away. If Loki thought that you’d ignored his letters, that you no longer loved him, why would he come back here? And, if that didn’t work… when Loki came back and you were with me, what else could keep him on Earth?”

Whispering with realization, “So, they used you too.” Steve sighed and buried his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, “Don’t feel bad for me. I let them use my love for you, let them twist it up and shape it as they needed. Honestly, I wish I could tell you that it was for you, but it wasn’t. It was for me. I wanted you, so, so badly. I didn’t care what strings were attached. And we built a life together, you and me. I thought I could outrun the reality of the constant monitoring and daily reports. Telling Natasha and Nick about every word and each email. Don’t you see, I love you… and I wanted you, however I could get you.” Shaking your head, Natasha’s red wisps flying, “That’s not love, Steve. I don’t know what that is… but love isn’t it.” “No?” With a loud thunk, Steve slammed a small velvet box on the table between you. “Is… Is that what I think it is?”

“Last night. It was going to happen last night. Our friends here, under the lights and the stars, I was going to ask you to marry me. I still would if-” Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, “If Loki hadn’t stepped back into our lives.” “-If Loki hadn’t stepped back into your life.” It made you both laugh in a sad way, how you finished the same thought, and for a fleeting second you could see why you had allowed Captain America to sweep you off your feet. He was a lot of things to you now, but there was a time when he had been almost everything. The evidence of that was in the small black square that said nothing but spoke volumes. “Steve, I don’t know if I would have said yes… even without Loki’s… arrival. I think I have always known that you and I… we are very different people.” Sitting back in his chair, his gaze still locked on your own, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I’ve done… what I’ve said… How, shit, how I’ve behaved. I could say that it was my duty. I could tell you it was out of love, but the plain truth is that I have always been jealous of what you and Loki share.” “You’ll find it Steve. You really will. There’s a person out there waiting for you. And once you’ve found them, oh Steve, you’ll see that this… what we had, it’s a shadow. An illusion. Because love, real love, doesn’t come with caveats and catches. It is an undeniable force which, in my case, even the boundaries of time and space can not deny.” Something like a sob burst out of Steve, and you were surprised to see tears in his eyes, “I was so wrong. Could you ever forgive me?” “I want to, Steve. I really do... “ What more could you say? Patting his hand you started to rise, “I have to go now. Loki and I need to keep moving and I don’t want to risk running into Nick and Natasha. At least, not yet, anyway.” “Where are you planning to go?” “To the Avenger’s Tower. I believe I know what Mr. Fury has been planning all along.” Loki’s strong voice entered the conversation as smoothly as his arms wrapped possessively around your waist. Steve took in the protective stance of your returned lover with a raised eyebrow, and without further comment asked Loki, “Really? And how are you going to breach the building? They’ll be looking for you, even with disguises… Fury is no fool. Plus, there’s little chance that Tony hasn’t activated a million safety and security protocols by now.” Only interested in you, Loki refused to give Steve any of his attention, “Getting in can’t be that hard! I’ll figure it out when I get there. Ready pet?” With a gentle push under his broad hands your feet started to move towards the door. Loki was eager to be off and away, especially after hearing so much of Roger’s confession. Just knowing what Steve had done, manipulating you while also convinced of his love for you; it was enough for Loki to commit murder. He was having quite a difficult time not tearing the good Captain’s limbs off his body. Softening his tone, Steve practically pleaded, “Loki. Wait. I… I can help.” Turning his attention fully to your former flame, Loki purred venomously, “You can help? I’d love to know what entails, Captain.” “I can get you into the place and take you exactly where you need to go. Fury’s going to hate it, but I’m tired of taking orders that hurt the people that-” His pause was as lingering as the look he gave you, “- That I love.” Before Loki could offer a sincerely sassy reply you grabbed his sleeve, tugging, “Um… Excuse us a minute Steve.” Pulling him down the hall of a home that felt like a familiar faced stranger, you waited until you had a bit of distance from Steve before harshly whispering, “How long were you listening?”

Serving you that small, sexy smile, Loki grinned, “Long enough. How did you know I was there?” “You are sneaky, but even you, God of Mischief, cast a shadow.” Swinging you close enough to catch your mouth with his own, Loki pressed a sweet kiss there before answering, “A mistake I will be careful not to make again!” “The tower, huh? That’s where you want to go?” Grabbing you at the swell of your hips, grinding his frame against your own, “Where I want to go, my darling, is to the nearest bed, preferably naked, with you and you alone.” Your hands traced over the lapels of his borrowed leather duster, pausing only to jerk him closer by the supple fabric, “Hmm… is that so?” “Oh yes…” Loki’s buttery grumble filled your ear as his strong hands dug into the flesh of your bottom. For a moment you thought he’d give in to temptation, his sweet lips teasingly close to your own upturned mouth, “But-” On your toes, leaning into Loki’s sturdy, leather draped frame, you paused, “Ugh. But?” Moving you to a safer, less kissable, arms length away, Loki sighed with the same frustration you felt, “-But, where we need to go, as soon as possible, is the Tower.” Moaning grumpily, you stepped out of the arms you longed to linger in, “I was afraid you were going to say that.” “I know it’s less than… ideal, love, but I did find something useful before the good Captain unburdened his soul this morning.” “And that is?” “Fury’s plan. At first I couldn’t figure out exactly what he was after. What did Fury want? How was I involved?” Loki was dragging this out, loving how it kept you hanging onto his every word, and you rolled your eyes, “Well? What is it? Weapons? War?” “All of that, yes… and… yours truly.” That triumphant smile that filled Loki’s whole face lit up his mischievous eyes. Tilting your head, struggling to make sense of what Loki had just told you, “What do you mean, you. Fury wanted you… to do what, exactly?’ “Loki was going to be the patsy.” You both turned toward the sound of Steve’s baritone at the door, suddenly remembering that the Good Captain was still there and that he was waiting to see what you were going to do next. Leaning his 100 year old bones into the doorframe, Steve crossed his arms, “The fall guy. An example of what happens if you cross SHIELD.” “I think, my dear Mr. Rogers, that you mean, I am to be used as an example of what happens if one crosses Nick Fury.” Loki countered, slinging an arm over your shoulder protectively. The idea was frightening. A man like Fury had too much power, too much at his disposal. Just knowing the lengths he had gone to in order to keep you and Loki apart was scary enough. Making enemies of your friends. Threatening the people you loved. Selling your affection to Steve in an effort to control Loki.

Now, the knowledge that all of it was done in an effort to ensure that Nick Fury was the toughest guy in the galaxy, it made your stomach clench. “What do you mean, an example?” “Unless my intelligence is flawed, I believe that Fury was going to kill me. Is that correct, Captain?” Steve felt the weight of two sets of eyes on him. Yours, full of fearful love and blind hope that this was all just some misunderstanding. Innocent and naive and as lovely as he could ever remember. Loki’s were reflecting a deeper understanding. The kind of knowledge that only time in the trenches teaches. There was no answer from Captain Rogers. None was needed. Honesty, final and resolute, was out in the open. “Look. I know I’m not the guy you want on your side. I’ve… I haven’t been the man I needed to be. Not for you-” Steve locked his bright blues onto you, offering a small smile that spoke of sadness before facing Loki, “-Or you, Loki. But if you let me help you now, I promise that I can get you into the tower and maybe, one day, you won’t think so little of me.”

Around you the morning gained strength. Somewhere nearby birds chirped wildly, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding in the modest little farmhouse and its implications on intergalactic politics. Without moving a muscle, Loki plainly asked you, “Do you trust him, dearest?” Squaring your shoulders, you crossed your arms, staring down the man called Captain America. Nodding decisively, “I do. I don’t think he’d spill everything like that only to turn on us. He’s not so bad Loki, really.” “We’ll see about that. For now, we trust Steve. Ok, what’s your plan, Rogers?” --- “Hey. I… I have one other thing to show you.” Steve was dressed for action in his branded tactical gear, looking every inch the super soldier that Dr. Erskine envisioned. “Steve, we have to get moving. Loki’s eager and -” “Just open it, ok?” The envelope was thick with folded paper, the flap tucked under and not sealed. Clearly it had spent time in and out of pockets, the edges frayed and tattered. In exasperated curiosity you gingerly pulled the sheets free.

Shaking, your hands trembled holding the once white documents as your voice thickened, “Is this… is this what I think it is?” Cocking his head playfully, that rueful smile pulling at his full mouth, Steve almost seemed cheerful as he teased, “It’s yours. I think something about this place has always been yours and I want you to have it.” “But-” Folding your small hands in his mighty ones, Steve squeezed gently, “It was a wedding present, or it was supposed to be.” “But we’re not getting married.” “I know. Still-” “I can’t, Steve. It’s yours. Your house, your farm, your dream.” Shaking his head, disagreeing, but feeling lighter than he had in decades, Steve insisted, “Too late, I’m afraid. It’s done. Actually, that version of the deed has been signed since our second week here.” As realization sunk in you appraised the man changing right before your eyes, astonished but exhilarated, “Where will you go?” “I dunno. Think I might need to be alone for a bit. Maybe see the world… but first-” “First, we have to stop Nick Fury.”

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siempre-pedro · 5 years ago

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Spanish Study Methods

Pedro Pascal x Reader College AU! SMUT

Summary: It’s midterms and like everyone else you’re cramming in the library. Pedro, the kind boyfriend that he is offers to help you study... in the back of the library with his hands all over you.

Warnings: SMUT.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m a slut for this man and college au’s what more can I say! My Spanish skills are at like a 1 don’t roast me. Also had a dream about this so there’s that.

Strong coffee flowed through your veins, proven by how fast your pink highlighter was tapping on your open Spanish textbook. Your hair was a mess and face red from the frustration at the words in front of you. 6 weeks of your Spanish 1 class and you felt like you learned nothing, with your midterm in 2 days cramming in the NYU library was your only option.

Glancing up with tired eyes you spot Pedro talking to one of the volunteer librarians, you perked up knowing that he could help you with the language “Pedro!” you shouted in a hushed tone. The man looked in your direction and took out one of his earbuds, making his way over to your table. “¿Qué onda?” he asks cooly, sitting across from you. What the fuck did he just say? Pedro chuckles and leans back in the chair “What’s up?” he translates.

“I need your help,” you plead. “My exam is in 2 days and I forgot everything,” you shove the textbook in his direction and he looks down, shaking his head.

“It’s Spanish,” he remarks with a knowing smirk.

“I know that dipshit,” you groan, “please help me Pedro.”

“You know if you weren’t going out with that theatre guy every night you might get shit done.” Your eyes lower in frustration and toss your pen to the side, topping it off with a kick to his shin. “That’s you,” you whine. “Please.”

Feeling the satisfaction Pedro grins and takes the text book in his hands, flipping back to the first page “Te ves estresada,” he notices, looking at you sympathetically. You took a moment to pick out the phrase. “I feel stressed,” you answer slowly, every word coming out like a question.

An idea sparks inside the Chilean’s head, it was a win-win situation…you practice for your test and you both get off. The thrill of what he wanted to do was bubbling inside him. Pedro closes the book and takes his foot, running it up to leg until he moved your thighs apart.

“What are you doing?” You ask, sitting up straight. “Ah ah ah, in Spanish,” he taunts.

“Uh… ¿Qué haces?”

“Muy bein, come with me,” he orders, standing up and taking a look at his surroundings. the library was mostly empty, 8:30 on a Tuesday night, 30 minutes before close wasn’t the most lively scene but it did make for a nice quickie in the history section in the back.

You follow behind him, your phone tucked into one of the pockets of your powder blue sundress and a textbook tucked under your arm. Pedro ignored every question and every complaint as he walked towards the back of the building. The farther you got, the fewer people you saw and it really made you wonder when you passed the language section.

“Pedro, why are we here?” you demand. Pedro like before doesn’t answer, instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the end of the aisle and pins you against the cold wall “P-Pedro.”

Pedro’s soft lips connect with the side of your neck, his hands holding you in place by your waist. His teeth nibble at your soft skin, quietly letting out a pleased moan "Pedro? What do you call me?" he asks quietly, spreading your legs apart with his jean-clad knee.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, your chest rising "P-Papi," you answer with a hushed moan. Pedro pulls back and grins, one of his hands releasing your waist and connecting it with your jaw. "Papi?" he repeats in a mocking shocked tone "Very naughty, Princesa... don't be so vulgar in a library," he chuckles, trailing his hand from your jaw, down your throat, making it's way to the valley of your breasts and your heart was beating strongly through your chest.

You roll your eyes and run your fingers through his brown hair "Mi Amor," you call him, a smile gracing your lips. That smile turns into a twisted face of pleasure when he touches your clothed core.

"Now. How this is going to work, Princesa is every time you answer correctly I'm going to make you feel so good," he growls, "if you get it wrong... I take one of these books and drop it on the ground. You don't want one of these librarians to find you with my cock inside you, do you?" His eyes look up at you wide and innocent, the man was far, far from innocent. His middle finger stroking along your panties, slowly, almost painful from the anticipation.

"N-no," you pant.

"Good girl, are you ready?"

"Yes." Pedro frowns and slaps the side of your thigh "Si!" you shriek. He sets the book and study guide against the books on the shelf next to him and starts out nice and easy. You deserve the pleasure after the countless caffeine fueled study sessions.

"Let's start with vocabulary... how do you say focus?"

"Uh.... el enfoque?"

"Very good, Baby." Pedro drops to his knees and nudges your legs apart. A finger slips into your panties and pulls them aside, and with a satisfied moan, he gets close and licks a long stripe up your pussy.

A moan threatens to leave your lips, your eyes flutter upward and your lips slightly part "Pedro," you moan quietly. Pedro pulls back and looks at the study guide.

"La entrada de blog?"

"B-blog entry," you moan, knowing you got it right. He doesn't respond with affirmation that she got it right, but he does take his tongue and slowly starts to lap at your aching clit. "Fuck- Pedro you're so good at this," you whisper, your fingers finding their way to his soft brown hair, pulling him in more.

His warm hands trail up the soft skin of your thighs, tongue flicking your sensitive clit. It felt so good to feel him like this in a risky setting and it made it even more fun that he was on his knees for you. "I-I need more Pedro. Please, Mi Amor. Please," you beg, your breaths becoming shallow. Your boyfriend laughs and pulls away "Ok last one before I turn the page... comprar?"

Fuck. You look up at the ceiling and bit your lip, you had no idea but you went with what it sounded like "to compare." Pedro slowly shakes his head and those innocent eyes lowered. He takes a thick book from off the shelf and slams it on the ground next to you. You jump and pulls his hair to move him away, clenching your legs and lowering your skirt. Pedro laughed and turned his head to make sure no one was coming to find what the noise was. Your eyes flickered rapidly, checking from side to side, the heat o pleasure and embarrassment rising to your cheeks. Once the coast was clear Pedro turns to you "Don't get it wrong, Hermosa. They'll come find us," he taunts before pulling up your dress again. "Tell me you love me."

"Te amo, Pedro," you whisper, "That's not on the study guide."

"I know... I just like to hear you say it," he grumbles before pulling your panties aside and pushing in a finger into your wanting cunt. Your moans was music to his ears and he worked his finger up and down into you nice and slow.

"I'm ready for another," you pant, "I need another finger, p-please!" "Phrases. Today is Saturday."

"Hoy es sábado," you reply correctly, earning her another finger. His pointer and middle finger made a 'come here' motion inside her, brushing against her g-spot.

"Oh fuck. O-oh that feels so good." Your legs began to shake as he moved them faster. Oh God you wanted to cum so bad, the butterflies started to fill your stomach, knowing him, he would stop as soon as told him that you wanted to cum.

"You look tense... are you going to cum for me?" He pouts, his lips forming a small pout.

"Y-yes. I want to c-um...fuck! Pedro please more, more, more," you quietly squeal, your hand reaching down to cover his.

"Yo necesito un telefolo...translate and I'll fuck that pretty pussy of yours," he offered.

"I need a telephone. Now fuck me."

Pedro pulls his fingers out and quickly rises to his feet, taking a look around before his eyes lock onto your red cheeks. He chuckles lowly a takes his wet fingers and presses them to your lips "Chupar," he commands. Your lips part and allow him to fuck your mouth with your fingers like he said to do.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growls. He took his free hand and pulled out another book, a thin paperback one that looked brand new. New in the history section? It made you laugh. He slams the book, making a louder sound than you thought on the ground and you push him away.

"You didn't ask me anything," you gasp. The man chuckles and cups your breast, leaning in to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. If Pedro knew anything it was how to kiss, one kiss like the one he just gave you and you were putty in his hands. You pressed the bulge in his jeans

"That one was just for fun," he tells you before turning you to the side. Though the books to you could see the librarians station in the distance. The girl sat with her nose in a book, completely unaware. Or so you thought until Pedro dropped another book on the ground. The smack was so loud the librarian looked up from her book and looked around her. You gasp and duck your head, blending in with the books.

Pero snickers and takes a fistful of your hair, pulling you up "Should we continue?" You moan and do your best to nod through the tight grip he had on your hair.

"¿Qué te gusta leer?"

"Do you like to read?"

"No, I'd rather fuck you in a library than read," he jokes, unbuckling his belt and letting his hard cock free. He moans at the relief and bends you over, gripping the soft flesh of your ass "Fuck. So pretty, and all mine." The tip of his cock slowly began to push inside you, and your pussy stretched around him nicely. The slight pain of his girth made you wince, an uncomfortable groan reaching his ears "¿Estás bien?"

"Si," you groan.

He lovingly rubbed your back, his cock now fully settled inside you. His moans made you smile, they were so...pretty. "You feel so good," he moans.

"Move. Please I-I need it."

Pedro tsk's and looks down at the study guide "¿Qué hora tienes?"

"What time is it?" You answer, pushing back on his dick. He grips your hips tightly, slowly rocking his hips. "Mas. Mas, Pedro," you whisper desperately.

"Patience, Hermosa. We've got a couple of minutes before this place closes. How do say you say...f-fuck- God you feel so good," his sentence is cut off by a low growl when you clenched around his length. He couldn't resist going a little faster to build his orgasm. You smile in pride and turn to look at his pleasure etched expression. His hair pushed back and tiny beads of sweat forming at the top of his forehead. He looked so sexy like this, a blush on his cheeks and that vein in his neck popping.

"Fuck the study guide, Pedro! I want to cum," you tell him sternly. He obliges and speeds up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping threatening to alert someone.

You moan breathlessly and let your fingernails claw at the cold metal of the bookshelf "You feel so good. O-ohh-oh fuck me, Pedro." The pads of his fingers dig into your flesh, you were bound to let small round bruises in the morning. But fuck you wanted them! Every time he left bruises after sex he made sure to kiss them in the morning and tell you he was sorry.

One of his hands snake up her chest, they were so smooth, you noticed as his large hand grips your throat. Pulling you up, your back connects with his chest. His small grunts and growls flooding your ears, you reach down to touch your clit and rub it quickly, his noises alone could make you cum.

He finds your lips and captures them with his, a sloppy dominating kiss. The position made the tip of his cock tough the right place inside you. Letting out a small gasp you whisper to him "Right there, Pedro. Right there. I-I'm going to cum."

"Cum on my cock, Princesa. Don't let them hear you." The pleasure pooled in your core, swirling around your clit until your legs went weak. A quiet, erotic moan left your lips as your orgasm washed over you. Exhausted you lean forward...too forward. Your hand extends and knocks several books off the shelf. Your wide eyes flash up to the librarian who was putting her book down to come investigate.

Pushing Pedro away you started breathing heavily "She's coming!" you tell him panicked. Pedro quickly pulled out and fumbled with his pants. There was no escape, she would catch you two as you tried to make a run for it. " Mi Amor," he calls, tossing a book in your direction. You catch it and sat down, nice and innocent of the floor, opening the book in the center. Quickly fixing your hair and wiping the sweat off of you while Pedro opened a book and leaned against the shelf, crossing his legs in such a way the obvious bulge couldn't be seen.

"Are you two ok?" The librarian asks with concern as she stood at the entrance of the aisle. Pedro looks up from his book in mock shock, he laughs and looks at the hole of missing books.

"We're fine," he says casually "I didn't want to put the book down it was really interesting. We'll pick those up and be on our way." That charming bastard.

You look at him with a knowing smile and turned the page. The librarian pushed her glasses higher on her nose and nodded her head "Have a goodnight, kids."

"We will. Thank you, Ma'am," Pedro closes the book and puts it back on the shelf, grabbing your textbook and study guide when she walked away. You stand up and put your book next to the one he put away. You lean in and press your bodies together, pouting at him.

"Do you think I'll pass?" you ask.

"Of course, your Spanish is awful but this shit's easy."

You snort "Helpful," you respond sarcastically.

"You did fine, Y/N. How about we go home and finish what we started?" He lowers his head and kisses you softly on the lips.

"The sex or studying?" you ask as you pull away.

He rolls his eyes and starts to walk away, putting his arm around you to make you go with him "Sex of course."

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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 86 - SBT

Here it is!

"What happened?" Caroline asked with kind and sympathetic eyes.

Mundy took a deep breath.

"About a year ago now, a bit more, I decided to find some work. But I refused to touch rifles again. So I was just doin' some consulting. I gave advice to people who own animals, or reserves. First guy who called me owned a private reserve. One of his alligators got missin' and he wanted advice on how to reinforce security."

"It escaped?" Caroline asked.

"Nah, got stolen, and the guy was worrying that the rest would go too. So I gave him a few tips but I wasn't convinced it'd happen again. About a week later, he called me back. The guy was furious cause not only did it happen again, but all of his goddamn 'gators had gone, and he asked me to pay them back! But I barely had enough money to eat, I couldn't even pay half the foot of one of those alligators."

"So what did you do?" Caroline asked.

"Instead of payin' for a thing he thought I was responsible for, I accepted to try and find them. So I started inquirin', left and right. I got in touch with the same people who used to help me back in the days and uh…" Mundy put a hand behind his neck.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"They uh… They all thought I had uh… I had died."

"In the fire?"

"Nah, they thought I'd died on the job, shot down by some poacher. They all had the same reaction when I showed up at their door, they all looked at me as if they were seein' a ghost… That look… It was horrible to see it in their eyes…"

"So you quit huntin' with a rifle to hunt without them? Pff…" Mike scoffed.

"Let me finish." Mundy's tone of voice was different. He wasn't asking and fearing his father. He was demanding, almost ordering him. It surprised his own self but he didn't give himself the time to reflect on it and carried on with his speech. "As I was progressing, I uh… ahem…" Mundy blushed and thought carefully about how to phrase it. "I-I met a bloke who uh… He was in the way and… Long story short, he knows Maurice too and at some point I understood that the guy who had the alligators was the guy who burnt the house and the farm."

"What?" Caroline asked, surprised. "The same man?"

"Yeah." Mundy nodded. "So the goal became first to get those alligators back to Johnson and-"

"Hold on, sweetie," Caroline cut him. "Why would he want alligators? What's that got to do with oil?"

"Mum, that guy deals about anything, and those 'gators, they're the last of their species, they're worth a fortune. Actually, that's why I accepted to go after them."

"Cause no one else would?" Mike asked, unimpressed, and rolling his eyes.

"No," Mundy answered. "Cause if they're gone, no one will remember them and I thought about you and Mum, and how if I'd gone, no one would be left to remember you!"

Mike's eyebrows jumped, as did Caroline's.

"That's why I accepted… But yeah, in the end, after months of trying to approach the guy, we finally got him."

"We?" Caroline asked.

"Y-yeah, the uh… The bloke I met on the way, and me. We got him and uh…" Mundy looked away before saying it. "And we killed him…"

"What?!" Caroline put a hand on her mouth and Mike shook his head in disappointment.

"Good God… You can't stay away from shootin' or killin', can ya?" Mike said. "And in the end, you shot a man? You actually shot a human bein'...?" He stood up and started pacing the room, still shaking his head.

When Mundy's eyes connected again with his parents, his insides broke apart. They were looking at him as if he was a monster.

"He had killed you! He had burnt everythin' we had! He had killed, stolen and raped! Even young sheilas, kids! Even kids goddamn it! What was I supposed to do? Let him carry on and do it all over again?!"

"Mundy!" Mike shouted back. "You killed a man! You actually killed a man! You should be jailed right now!"

Mundy's breath accelerated in panic.

"You gunned a man down! Gunning a beast is one thing, but a man…?!"

"I didn't gun him down, Dad!"

"What did you do then? Poisoned him?!"

Mundy covered his face with his hands, ashamed beyond belief for something he had done and had taken all the strength out of him. "No, I… I…."

"Well c'mon, say it, then! How did you kill'im?!"

"I… I tortured him…" He frowned behind his hands and looked away. "I… I burnt him slowly, while he was still alive…" Mundy peeked between the fingers covering his face and saw that Caroline was horrified while Mike had stopped pacing the room, paralysed by the shock.

"You absolute… monster."

Mundy started sniffing and crying on the armchair. It had cost him everything, to get Duchemin. He remembered it all in flashes. Johnson, the golden button, the Queen Victoria, the truck, Lucien, Duchemin's party, the abandoned sugar factory, the fights with Lucien, the Doc', the hangars and then Lucien's "death", along with Duchemin's.

"I… I'm sorry…" He sniffled and tried to catch his breath as he raised red and swollen eyes to his parents. "I… I had nothing left to do with my life, I had the opportunity to avenge you and I just took it… I wanted him to suffer like he made you suffer, I wanted… I wanted to avenge you…!" He sobbed heavily.

"Every day that God makes I regret having taught you how to use those goddamn guns even more. But today… Today just blows everythin' up…. You tortured a bloke by burnin' him alive…?" Mike repeated slowly and Mundy nodded, still crying out loud.

Caroline was trembling on her seat and Mike sat next to her on the sofa.

"Get outta my house." Mike said calmly, hugging his wife to help her calm down.

"But Dad…?"

"Get the hell out of here. I didn't raise a criminal, I didn't raise you to kill anyone, and I certainly don't want a murderer to set foot in my house!" Mike answered. "And you thought we'd be proud…? You killed a man, Goddamn it! How much more wrong could you get?!"

"Dad…" Mundy sniffled and his breath was hitched. "Dad, please, listen to me, please…!"

"Out, I said! Get the hell out!" Mike shouted and pointed at the door. "Or I swear I'll call the police on you right now!"

"No…! No, Dad…" Mundy threw himself at his father's feet and held his legs as he sobbed, on his knees.

"Don't touch me! Get out…!"

"Dad, please listen till the end!"

"Oh you bloody looked for it…" Mike pushed Mundy away with his feet and reached for the telephone. He called the police as Caroline was paralysed out of panic and Mundy didn't know what to do anymore. He looked up at his father as he still was on his knees and blurted out without breathing, though his tears.

"Dad, if I'd killed him, his men would have got after me and killed me! That would've been the end for me! I did it because I wanted to avenge you and if I got killed afterwards, then so be it, at least I'd be somewhere up there with you and Mum…! I did it because I had nothing else in my life and I was stuck thinkin' about you and Mum all the bloody time for ten bloody years! I've wasted ten years of my life doin' nothing BUT MISSIN' YOU BOTH!" He yelled on top of his lungs. "I was goin' to my OWN, REAL DEATH BECAUSE I WAS MISSIN' YOU!"

Mundy caught his breath and choked on his own saliva. He coughed and went on all four, not knowing if he'd recover from just that. He was empty, he was alone, his world was collapsing and he was trapped in it.

"DAD, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, PLEASE!" He blurted out between two coughing fits.

Mike was giving his back to Mundy and put the phone down. He turned to his son.

"I had nothing left…! I was desperate, I had nothin' and no one! Can't you understand that? I had nothin' left to lose! If I killed the guy and got to jail, who the hell cared?! If I had got caught, gunned down and died, who the hell cared?! And they had nothing to take from me that they hadn't already! I was still alive by mistake!"

Mike sighed.

"I don't get you, Mundy… I really don't…"

"Dad, the first time I went to go and get that guy, I found that he was using little girls… I put them in my van to be safe and asked them where that guy was. They told me I had to go through some sewers to find him underground. I went there. It wasn't any odd sewers. It smelt of rottin' flesh, I could even see corpses there. I walked through the tunnels with no lights but only my blind will to avenge you and Mum."

Mundy paused to catch his breath and wipe his face with his sleeve. He still sniffled from time to time.

"When I finally found the end of it all, a group of men caught me, beat me up and drugged me. I don't remember much of it, but one thing's for sure. I gained consciousness again chained to a wall from my wrists and feet. I barely made it out alive that day. And y'know what? The next day, when I woke up at the Doc's, I decided to go again. I thought I'd try until I get that piece of filth who burnt everythin' we had."

He spoke with his head lowered, sitting on the floor, entirely defeated and lost.

"I went through shit tryin' to avenge you. It almost cost me my own life countless times. But in my head, you were dead and I had no one else. No family or friends. For all they cared, I had died ten years before… So yeah, I'm sorry, I know what I did was extreme. But I had to… I don't know, it-it just made sense…!"

Mundy took a second to stabilise his breath.

"And now…? Now that it's all behind me, I actually have a job. I help Maurice. I repair stuff, sometimes I'm on soup duty, or I'll go through donations with whoever's there to help me out. I… I put my rifles back and away for good, Dad, I promise…! I avenged you, even though I knew it wouldn't bring you back, it'd at least bring a bit of justice to me. So yeah, I don't have a steady 9-to-5 job but… It pays the bills and I'm happy with it. I… I feel like I'm useful to people and I'm far from putting anyone in danger."

Mundy sniffled again. His monologue had lasted long enough and he wanted to stand up, but his legs couldn't carry him.

"Huh?" He felt a hand on his shoulder and raised his head.

"I don't understand you, Micky." Mike said. "But I respect you, and what you did."

Mundy opened wide eyes and his breath cut. His father sat on the sofa in front of Mundy who was still on the floor.

"I think it about sums up how I felt back after the fire." Mike said, his hand still on his son's shoulder. "When I think back about it, I don't even understand m'self, but what's done is done, and it made sense back then. You said it yourself and you said it in the best way possible. I don't understand you, but I respect you."

Mundy's eyebrows arched high up.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you we were alive earlier, Micky. I really did not want to run even the tiniest risk of your Mum or I bein' caught and killed by whoever was after us. So I hid your mum and I, and we lived as if we were dead. I'm sorry this had to include you, son, I really am."

Mundy leaned his head on his father's leg and Mike brushed his hair while wrapping an arm around Caroline.

"I wish things could've been different, who doesn't? But what's been done, has been done. There isn't much we can do now, right?"

Mundy nodded as he closed his eyes, his head against his father's knee. He wrapped his arms around Mike's leg.

"Son… I had no idea you were the one who got him, that guy who burnt the house."

"I did… I wasn't alone, I'd never have managed on my own, but I did half the job. I was there, made him suffer like he made you suffer and saw his remains…"

"His remains?" Mike asked.

"Long story short, I burnt him first, then the guy who helped me, the same I bumped into and who knows Maurice, he cut him with a blade, wrote the name of his fiancée and kid on his chest with a knife cause he'd killed them, and in the end, we blew him up."

Mike and Caroline exchanged a shocked look.

"Wow…"

"That's the whole thing summed up ridiculously fast for ya, yeah." Mundy said and sniffled. "When I burnt him, it felt… Weird, almost nice. But right after, I threw up. It was disgustin'... It bloody turned my stomach upside down… But I kept my thoughts straight. Had to. Couldn't give up now that I was so close… And we did it."

Mundy took a deep breath and when he sighed, more tears streamed on his face, silently this time.

"Dad… Please believe me… All I did, I did it for you and Mum, cause even though we fight, I love you and I was missin' you."

"C'mere…" Mike pulled his son up to sit between him and Caroline. Both his parents hugged him. "I don't know how the hell you could have done half the things you did… It's madness, just pure madness…"

Mundy closed his eyes. Mike was hugging him while he was hugging his mother.

"It's madness but y'know what…? I don't know what I'd have done in your place." Mike went on. "I don't think I'm brave enough to do a tenth of what ya did."

"I love you Mum… And you too Dad…"

"We love you too, Micky." Caroline found her ability to speak again and clawed in her son as she cried. "We're so, so grateful that you weren't in the house that day, and I'm over the Moon that we can see each other again."

"Me too, Mum. And Dad," Mundy turned to look at him. "I'm sorry for last time. I shouldn't have gone away. I should've stayed and explained everythin'."

"Bah, same for me. I should have told you more and gave you a chance to explain yourself." Mike admitted.

They hugged each other for a while on the sofa, as Caroline sniffled and Mundy wiped his tears again.

"I can't say I'm proud of you killin' a man," Mike said. "But uh… What you said about the girls, was it…?"

"Yeah, they were teenagers and he was usin' them, treated them badly too." Mundy answered.

"Gosh, what a bastard…" Mike shook his head. "But hold on, Maurice had told us that no police in the world could get that man but you did? How? I feel like we're missin' something."

Mundy blushed.

"I-It's uh… The uh, the guy who knows Maurice, he uh… He helped a lot and uh… It's thanks to him… W-we're good friends and he works for Maurice too, teaches the kids after school to help them with their homework. He uh… Yeah, it's thanks to him."

"Was it the bloke who drove you here on a motorcycle?" Caroline asked and Mundy nodded.

"Yeah, it's him."

"Why did he drive you here? Don't have the van anymore?" Mike asked.

"No, yeah, I do, I still have it, it's uh… It's parked at home, it's just uh…"

"Where is home, Micky? I'd love to come and see." Caroline asked and Mundy started sweating on his seat.

"A-yeah, I mean, it's in the centre, we, I mean, I live in the centre and this guy he's my uh… housemate…?"

"You rent the place together?" Caroline asked.

"Y-yeah." Mundy lied. They had bought that house. "W-we live together… like roommates, eh? Maurice doesn't pay enough but if we live together, it works quite well, heh…"

"It's good, son." Mike tapped his shoulder. "You finally have a place and a job that's good. I don't care that you share a house with someone, you finally have a place of your own."

Mundy smiled. It was so rare of his father to talk about him that way…!

"I'm proud of you, Micky. You took your time but you finally live normally."

"Oh, thanks, Dad!" Mundy latched on his father. "Thank you so much!"

"There, there, son. It's alright, that's all I ever wanted for you, a roof of your own above your head and an honest job. Doesn't pay a lot, I get it, but if you like what you're doin', that's more than enough. You're helping poor folks and God knows we need good souls like you." Mike said, hugging his son back.

"Here, let's share this together." Caroline handed Mike and Mundy each a pastry that was on the tray. "To our family." She raised hers.

"To our family." Mundy and Mike answered before biting in.

"Mh, that's nice stuff, son."

"I was going to say, it's not too sweet, it's delicious!" Caroline added.

"Thanks, it's him, the bloke I live with, he recommended this pastry shop and as always when it comes to food, he was right." Mundy smiled.

"He's a good cook?" Caroline asked and everyone dug in more enthusiastically. All the emotional drenching had made them quite hungry…!

"Mum, he's French, he's so good you wouldn't believe… But he doesn't know how to make your mac'n'cheese, eh, you're still the best for that." Mundy kissed his mother's cheek.

"Aw, thank you dear. Speaking of, would you like to stay for dinner?" She asked.

"Oh, uh, I-I didn't really think of it, uh… But my roommate, he'll wait for me…?"

"You have your food together?" Mike asked as he took his cup of tea again.

"Yeah, most of the time we do. Makes life less lonely, eh?"

"Aw, what's his name?" Caroline asked and Mundy looked in her eyes.

"Lucien, his name's Lucien."

"Ooh! Sounds French alright!" Caroline said.

"Yeah, he's got the accent, the manners and everythin'."

"Even the motorcycle, eh? No, hold on, I'm gettin' it confused with the Italians, aren't I?" Mike said. "Which ones have Vespas?"

"It's the Italians, Dad." Mundy answered with a smile. He was buzzing of joy inside. That was it! He had managed to have the entire conversation with his father without running away! As he had promised to Lucien, he stayed there all the way up until both parties had said everything they had to.

"You know what, sweetie?" Caroline asked.

"Hm?"

"Next time, tell your roommate to come for lunch or dinner with you." Caroline said and Mundy's blood froze as he bit in a pastry. His jaw tensed and blocked.

"Yeah, let's get to know who you live with, eh? You said he was French, right? Gosh I knew a French bloke or two back in the days…" Mike chuckled as he recalled. "And you said he helped you get the bastard who burnt the farm? We need to meet him."

"Uh… You sure?"

"Yeah, course! If he's alright with it too, eh?" Mike said.

"I-I'm sure he'd love to meet you but uh… Ahem… Uh, maybe I should tell you a bit more about him before you meet him?" Mundy felt his polo shirt was starting to stick to his back with the sweat.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll heat the tea up, but you can start tellin' your dad, ok?" Caroline stood up and took the tray before heading for the kitchen.

"A-alright…"

Mundy wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers. Right, now was not the moment to tell everything about Lucien and risk ruining what little happiness and pride he gathered from his parents. Mundy took a second to think carefully.

"Uh d'you mind if I go wash my face real quick? All this crying got to me." He asked his father.

"Sure, son, go down that corridor, first door to your left."

"Thanks, Dad."

The Aussie went and locked himself up in the bathroom. He started the tap and washed his face, his brow, his cheeks, his eyes and his lips before taking a deep breath.

Right.

He exhaled in a long and equally deep sigh.

Do it for Lu', do it for Lu', do it for Lu', do it for Lu'...

#tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #sniperspy #SBT

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anistarrose · 5 years ago

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The Truth About Me and the Truth About You (TAZ Balance One-Shot)

Summary: AU where everything is the same except Tres Horny Boys have the Red Robe’s Stone of Farspeech number.

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18979621

Title is from Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon! (which I’ve referenced for fic titles before but that was a different fandom so shhhh)

This started off as crack and slowly morphed into angst, which is honestly a pretty good summary of my writing process in general. Inspired by a certain MBMBAM bit, and specifically this post by @mspainttaz!

Edit: now with a Part 2!

Barry doesn’t get a lot of phone calls — hardly even enough to justify owning a Stone of Farspeech in the first place — so it startles him when it vibrates, and a wave of excess magical energy emanates from him and knocks several maps of the moonbase off his desk.

“Hello?” he answers, immediately chiding himself for forgetting to disguise his voice.

“Hi,” Magnus replies cheerfully on the other side of the line. “Is this the Red Robes?”

The wisest course of action by far, Barry knows, would be to simply hang up and block the number — but he’s been so lonely, and it’s so easy to visualize familiar shit-eating grins on his family’s faces…

“Yes,” he replies slowly, careful to will a rasp back into his voice. “This is indeed ‘the Red Robes,’ as you put it.”

On the other end, he hears Taako wheeze in the background as he struggles to muffle a laugh, while Merle hisses: “This just a phone number you can call!”

“Yeah, uh — how, exactly, did you get this number?” Barry asks. If they share it with Lucretia, she might be able to track him this way unless he immediately puts some highly specific wards on the stone —

“Oh, Merle won this scrying bowl thing in the Fantasy Gashapon,” Magnus explains matter-of-factly. “Or at least, I think that’s what it was? Leon wouldn’t tell us because Taako stole his candy, so we had to look it up ourselves — but the point is, we asked it for your number and it just gave it to us!”

“Okay, so only like half of those words mean anything to me —”

“They made the Relics and you’re talking to them on the phone!” Taako chortles in the background, evidently not realizing Barry can hear him. “Their number was on Fantasy Scrying Google!”

Barry sighs. He can only imagine how much the boys’ shenanigans must confuse normal people, who don’t have inexplicably hazy memories of search engines from other planes of existence.

“Does L — does your Director know about this? Does she endorse you… prank-calling me, at this ungodly hour of the morning?”

“Oh yeah… we weren’t supposed to be talking to you, we were? Shit.” Magnus genuinely sounds just a little bit guilty. “You won’t tell her, right?”

Barry almost laughs, because he and Lucretia currently are about as far away from speaking terms as you can get, but he catches himself.

Think, Barry. You can use this.

“I suppose I can keep your secret, Reclaimers,” he rasps, “but I will need something in return.”

He can practically hear Magnus tense up on the other end of the line. “What do you want?”

“Simply a few pieces of information. A question for Taako, actually — where did you find that Umbra Staff?”

“With a dead guy?” There’s a rustling sound, as Taako presumably moves in closer to Magnus’s Stone of Farspeech. “Or a dead lady, I guess you said it was — I thought we went over that last time, in the lab? You amnesiac or something?”

Barry narrowly holds back a retort of Not right now, I’m not. If he had corporeal hands, they would be trembling.

“Yes, we did go over that last time,” he replies, “but you never told me where physically. Which is why I’m asking you again. Is that understood?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so?” Taako asks him. “It was — uh, let’s see, near where the gauntlet was! Wave Echo Cave, right?”

“Of course.” Barry had already guessed as much, but his mind is still sent racing — if her Umbra Staff was there, why wasn’t Lup? Even if Taako and the others couldn’t remember her, why hadn’t she been with them? He’d always speculated that her lich form had been trapped at the site of her death somehow, but he’d personally gone back to Wave Echo Cave after the destruction of Phandalin, and there had been no sign of her there — and if she had been able to leave the cave on her own, surely she would have long since found her way back to them…

“Can you tell us who you are yet?” Magnus asks, his familiar voice yanking Barry back to the conversation. It’s just in the nick of time, too — Barry watches his skeletal hands resolidify, his fingertips having nearly dissolved into stray, formless magical sparks.

“Maybe in like… I dunno, seventeen episodes.”

“You said ten episodes last time.”

“Well, I lied. That’s what you get for talking me behind the Director’s back. See ya!”

The second his Stone of Farspeech disconnects, he collapses down into a kneeling position, running through the self-collecting exercises he’s honed over the years of loneliness — counting to ten, thinking back to happier days aboard the Starblaster, shifting his vision into the spectrum in which he can make out thousands of glowing silver threads attached to his robe, stretching up through the roof of his cave and towards the moon. It takes a few minutes, but he feels his magic coalesce into a much more solid, almost tangible form — it seems that talking to the boys was a net positive for his stability in the end.

“If Taako can find your umbrella after all these years, then we’ll find you too eventually, Lup,” he whispers. “I promise.”

***

They don’t trust you. How can you get them to trust you, before…

Barry isn’t pacing, exactly, but he is drifting in wide circles around the perimeter of his cave in basically the best way pacing can be approximated by a lich, hoping for an idea to come to him.

Maybe I should have expected it, with all the ominous warnings I gave them, but if I’d acted more cordial, they might’ve started to remember bits and pieces —

On his desk, his Stone of Farspeech buzzes, and Barry just knows exactly who it’s going to be before even he answers.

“Hey, is this the Red Robes?” Magnus’s voice is quieter this time despite his greeting being almost exactly the same, and there isn’t any muffled laughter in the background either.

“Just the Red Robe,” Barry corrects. “There’s only one of me.”

“I opened the tube,” Magnus whispers.

“Oh.” Barry mentally kicks himself — he’d been so focused on trying to get Magnus to trust him that he forgot all about the tube. “Right. I should have known you would.”

He lets the rasp in his voice dissipate as he goes on — Tres Horny Boys haven’t spoken to his living form in about a year now, anyways. Magnus shouldn’t recognize him. “Do you see now why I asked you not to open it?”

“Can you understand it? I know what I saw — hell, I’m looking at it right now and I can see it just fine, but… I know I’m in a red robe like you, but I can’t think anything else about it. It just all turns to — to static. I can’t think.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Do you know why I was in Refuge?”

Barry sighs. “I don’t know if I can tell you. Not ‘cause I’m trying to hide things, but just physically.”

“Is it because of the Voidfish?”

Barry doesn’t say anything.

“I swam in its tank.”

That gets a reaction out of him. “You what?!”

“It showed me there were other voidfish — and then there was a boat, and a — a bunch of moving circles, I think they were supposed to be planes, with a light and this big darker plane —”

“Shit. Magnus, you need — you can’t think about that. You can’t think about what it showed you. If — if certain people find out that you know, then everything — everything we’ve been working for will fall apart —”

“Everything we’ve been working for?” Magnus echoes. It sounds like he’s struggling to form the words — whether due to the static filling his mind, or simply out of sheer disbelief, Barry isn’t sure.

“Oh, no — no, I didn’t mean — ah, fuck, Magnus, it’s gonna seriously damage your brain if you keep up the questions like this. You need to push this all to the back of your mind, and just —”

“Just trust you?”

Magnus still doesn’t trust you. He’ll never trust you — none of them ever will. You’ve ruined everything already, just cut your losses and hang up. Block the number.

He can feel the despair corrupting his form, red sparks leaping down his robed arms — but he can’t hang up, he can’t cut off this line, this lifeline, this bond connecting the two of them, he just can’t. He can only cling to it, and put his faith in his family like always — no matter how little they reciprocate it.

What would Lup do? She’d remember he isn’t in his right mind, but she wouldn’t give up on him, either.

Magnus doesn’t say anything for what feels like an eternity — is he oblivious to Barry’s breakdown? On the verge of a breakdown of his own?

“What do you think about me?” he finally asks.

“Excuse me?” Barry chokes out. His voice has that low hiss in it again — involuntarily this time.

“Like, what kind of person am I? You… you know things about me that I don’t, even I can tell that much, so… what do you think I’m like?”

Barry answers slowly, afraid of saying something that would get blocked by static — or worse, making another slip-up that Magnus can actually process. He doesn’t want to know how Magnus would react to hearing that the Red Robe thinks of him like a brother, no matter how sincere that sentiment is.

“I think that you can be impulsive in ways that are sometimes… frustrating, but you’re also incredibly dedicated to protecting people, and I admire that. That impulsivity and that dedication, they spring from the same well of — the same well of willfulness, I think, that same well that makes you such a fighter. I don’t know if I could have kept going after something like Raven’s Roost —”

The second he hears the words Raven’s Roost out loud, he immediately regrets them. It’s completely true, that losing a loved one and knowing beyond any doubt that he could never get them back would destroy him, both figuratively and literally — but he shouldn’t know about what happened to Magnus, not in that much detail. Nor should he bring up a painful subject like that, especially given what Magnus thinks of him at the moment —

“I will see Julia again one day,” Magnus assures him in a low, confident voice, as if having read his mind. “In the Astral Plane.”

Barry doesn’t let out a literal breath of relief, but is met with a similar sensation as a wave of stability washes over his spectral form. It’s a far better reaction than he’d dared to hope for.

(Should he tell Magnus that Governor Kalen was long dead, quickly and quietly killed by a crimson lightning bolt that neither he nor any of his mercenaries had seen coming before being tossed in a secluded river, body never to be seen again?)

(No. He’ll save that story for if — when — Magnus can remember who he was, when they’ll all be safe and able to finally rest after eleven long, grueling decades. It still feels far away, that day of relaxation, of freedom — but it also seems tantalizingly closer than it did just a few minutes ago, when the familiarity of Magnus’s voice and the stubbornly persistent hope of finding Lup were the only things holding Barry together, and just barely at that.)

“Well, hopefully you won’t end up in the Astral Plane too soon,” he says eventually.

“Yeah, I —” Magnus’s voice is genuinely warm for a moment, but it cuts off quickly. “Shit, I think I woke someone up. I’ll be seeing you again whether I want to or not, won’t I?”

“Take care, Magnus.” Before anyone on the other end of the line can overhear anything incriminating, Barry switches his Stone of Farspeech off.

***

(Thanks for reading, feedback/reblogs are welcomed as always!)

#taz #taz balance #barry bluejeans #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #taako taaco #rosalia writes fic

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hopewritcs · 5 years ago

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dancing in the kitchen. finale.

pairing: romantic steve x reader, familial dustin x reader

word count: 1.5

summary: without giving too much away: the reader is Hope Henderson, Dustin’s older cousin who’s staying in town, due to some family issues. takes place soon after s2.

note: from the bottom of my heart, thank you to all of you who have read this. those of you who have been there from the beginning and those of you who only just recently found the story. it’s been a great journey and i’m lucky to have had your support.

other chapters: masterlist

ditc tag list: @stevieboyharrington, ,@thekidsofneibolt, @labgeek, @tyedyedstars,@samisimportant, @madhatterweasley, @pity-mee, @l4life, @restlessmelodrama@darkuserboxes,@princessnancy,@hipsmcgee, @wtf-richarddd @honey-your-bee-puns-sting@whataloadofmalarkey @queenlalybug @im-a-stranger-thing@bilesxbilinskixlahey @ravenclawnerdfromnarnia @trashyemonerd , @theslayingavenger, @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah, @patat-boi (if you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know!!)

SIX MONTHS LATER ( LATE JUNE )

School was over for the summer. Everyone was doing their own thing, the mall having opened up not too long before the school days finished. Steve had gotten a job at the ice cream parlor Scoops Ahoy! and Y/N had gotten a job at the movies. Dustin was particularly excited about that, claiming that Y/N could get him in to see any of the new films playing over the summer for free. She’d rolled her eyes at the suggestion, but didn’t actually say no. She did get a discount on tickets, and he was her favorite ( only ) cousin.

It was one of Y/N’s days off when she was sitting watching a video she’d rented on the couch, Tews perched in her lap purring contently as Y/N pet the cat. She had no plans until later in the day when Steve was going to take her to dinner. So she was surprised when the phone rang, but got up to answer it.

“Henderson residence! This is Y/N speaking.”

“Y/N, darling! It’s your mother.”

As if Y/N couldn’t recognize the voice to begin with. It had been months since she’d gotten to Hawkins and her parents had jetted off to Europe on yet another save their marriage escapade. The only communication she’d gotten was two or three postcards from different Italian cities. She didn’t mind, though. She preferred to be staying with Claudia and Dustin. Her parents did believe all those awful rumors about her anyway, whereas ever since she got to Hawkins neither Claudia nor Dustin pushed to know her reason for coming to Indiana. Though, Y/N was sure that Claudia had gotten the skewed story from her mother.

“Darling, are you there? The telephone connection is rather poor at the airport, I’m afraid. Y/N?”

Y/N shook her head, clearing her thoughts. “Sorry, mom. I was just thinking. Are you back in New York?”

“We just landed not too long ago, but your father’s having trouble getting us a car.” Her mother’s voice was filled with disdain. Which is always the tone either of her parents took when speaking about the other, at least in private. “How’s small town life?”

“It’s pretty good, actually. I’ve been doing a lot, I even got a job for the summer until school starts back up.”

“Are you staying? Sweetheart, did we discuss our daughter staying with Claudia for another year?” She could tell her mother attempted to pull the phone away from her ear so Y/N couldn’t hear it anymore.

“Another year? I think my sister would be alright with that if we asked. I mean, we’ll send money and the rest of Y/N’s things.”

“But she can be so troublesome! I’m sure something’s happened since we’ve been away.”

“Dear, you’re overthinking this. Let me speak to Y/N.” There’s a scoff from her mother, and she could picture the roll of her eyes but the sounds of shuffling objects must mean that her father got the phone. “Pumpkin, are you still there?”

“Yup. How was Italy?”

“Excellent. We’ll get the film developed and send you some pictures, I got you some souvenirs I’m sure you’ll love too.”

“Could you stay on topic for once!” She heard her mother hiss in the background, more than likely hovering behind her father’s shoulder as he spoke into the phone.

“Yes, apologies.” He paused, probably holding back a sigh, before speaking again. “Pumpkin, are you certain you’d like to stay in Hawkins? I’ll have to speak to Claud about it either way.”

“I do. It feels like home, daddy.” Y/N explained. She’d never felt more at home, more welcomed, more herself than when she spent time in Hawkins. And now that she’d been there for months and was making progress with her own friends and had Steve too, she didn’t want to leave.

“Alright. Leave a note for your aunt to call me back and I’ll discuss it with her. I just want you to be happy, Y/N.”

“I’m writing the note now. Thanks. This really means everything to me.” Y/N scribbled down a note on the pad by the phone before tearing it off and moving to put it with one of the magnets onto the fridge door.

“Be sure to keep in touch, okay? I want to hear all about this summer job next time we call.”

“Of course, dad. I love you.”

“Love you too, pumpkin.”

A few days later, Y/N was getting things set up at home for Dustin’s return from his camp. Claudia had offered for her to go along to pick him up from the camp, but Y/N declined, opting to get things set up at home. Dustin’s friends had all called her on the walkie talkie in Dustin’s room the night before to ask if they could come over to surprise him. And, of course, she said yes.

She was getting a couple of snacks ready to put on the living room table as she overheard the kids conversation. El would use Dustin’s robotic toys to draw his attention to bring him out into the living room for the surprise. They talked about it freely because Y/N knew about her powers now.

It had come two months earlier back in April on one particularly rainy day. Steve was dropping Y/N back at home and he refused to come in when asked, “They’re going to want me to stay the night too.” He had groaned, to which Y/N laughed and kissed her boyfriend goodnight before coming back in the house. Though she hadn’t been able to find the kids at first, she heard their voices coming from upstairs in Dustin’s room. The moment that she saw them sitting there on the floor surrounded with a couple of objects floating in the air, she was cut off with his door slamming in her face before she could say anything.

They had to tell her after that, Y/N was too confused and had definitely seen what she knew she saw. But she was sworn to secrecy. All they told her was that El ( Eleven, or Jane now, according to the birth certificate that Hopper had gotten for her ) had been an experiment as a baby and came out with telekinetic powers. Of course, Y/N thought it was crazy. And then El had demonstrated the power for her specifically to understand.

Since then, the kids almost felt like Y/N was more included. The way she’d reacted to Eleven’s powers wasn’t what they had expected. They may have expected a bit more of a reaction, but all Y/N had needed was a simple explanation of the powers, a quick show of what they had meant, and then she was quick to believe what it was.

Not that they thought anything was going to happen again, the gate was closed, but if something did happen, they would figure that Y/N could help them too.

Then, a couple of days later, Y/N was at the mall having finished her own work for the day at Scoops Ahoy! sitting in the break room with Steve, chatting about nothing in particular, when Dustin had shown up, Y/N had was glad that she’d timed her lunch break accordingly and watched as Steve jumped up from his seat in the back to go and greet her cousin. She followed behind, opening the window and leaning out to watch the exchange with a smile on her face. She even giggled as she watched Robin roll her eyes and look at Steve.

“How many children are you friends with?” she asked, before turning back to look at Y/N. “How many kids does this guy know?”

“Technically, this ones my cousin. Hey Dusty!” she called with a slight wave from where she stood in the break room and Dustin turned to her shining his bright smile in her direction.

“Don’t these children have parents of their own or is it you two?” Robin asked quietly as she leaned back to look at her.

Y/N stood over with Robin who was cleaning as Steve prepped Dustin his own ice cream boat. He’d offered to have Y/N sit with them, but she’d kissed his cheek and told him to catch up with her cousin. They’d had a similar conversation the night before, her and Dustin. She wondered how Steve would feel about the whole Suzie situation. Y/N was positive Dustin was telling the truth, simply because she knew her cousin and wanted to believe the best thing for him. She’d been having a side conversation with Robin, whom she’d grown to consider a friend after spending a lot of her free time ( and lunch breaks ) down at Scoops with Steve.

When the line at Scoops got busy again, Y/N escaped into the back room. She wasn’t technically supposed to walk back their freely, or even at all, but no one had stopped her.

Somehow, she wasn’t exactly surprised when Steve and Dustin came bursting through the door, Dustin sitting down at the table and pulling out a recording and a book. She grabbed the book quickly and looked between the two of them, “Russian to English translations? What are you two idiots doing now?”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson x reader #ditc #dont @ me i used the word finale because epilogue moved onto a second line in the post lol

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a-really-bi-girl · 5 years ago

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Edelweiss - Chapter 4

Twins

Chapter 4 - Twins

The old man waved at the family of six as they exited the store. The door closed itself after the marked one. When the door closed itself behind you he picked up the telephone horn while selecting a telephone number.

The phone rang for just a view second before the woman on the other side picked it up.

¨What!¨ she hissed into the phone

The older men sighed at her tone, afraid to tell her the news he had for her.

¨I told you to only call me when it is done¨ The woman continued.

¨It is, It is done, miss. But there is more¨ The old men told her while opening a drawer.

¨Well then, tell me¨ The woman asked curiously

The men looked on the picture he held in his hand and then over at you. While you took one look at the small town before entering the car.

The men swallowed and placed the picture back into the drawer. While closing the drawer he spoke.

¨Its her¨

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¨FUCKING HELL¨ John cursed as the cold water hit his body. While cursing at the cold shower he rid himself of his clothes, not noticing that his tie was missing. Every piece of his bloody clothing he removes and then he tossed it into a corner on the ground.

When the water turned warmer he started replaying what happened on site. A metal flower exploding and leaving everything covered in blood.

‘Sara was bloody right this is freaky. But how is this connected to the missing families, nothing makes sense.’ John taught.

When he removed the final sock, he started scrubbing his body clean of the blood. ¨Missing families, no records, no body’s, metal edelweiss flower, blood, a lot of blood, pure, latin¨ John mumbled. He continued to mumble these words while cleaning the blood of his body.

When most of the blood was of his body, he decided to write the words onto the glass wall of the shower, ¨Missing families, no records, no body’s, metal edelweiss flower, blood, lots of blood, pure, Latin.¨ he wrote on the wall with his fingers.

While washing his hair he looked at the words he just wrote on the wall. While staring at the words and thinking about them he saw something interesting. Some moisture formed a water droplet and it slowly slid over the glass.

The drop traced itself over the words missing families, then the words no record it skipped the words no body’s to lots of blood and it connected itself with the word pure and at last the word Latin.

¨Bloody h… ¨ John wanted to say before another drop formed itself, connecting the words metal edelweiss flower, blood and Latin together. This must be someone trying to trick him or hint him.

He quickly removed the shampoo and the blood out of his hair and the rest of his body. he turned the shower off before picking his clothes up and tossing them into the sink.

He dries himself off before walking out of the bathroom only wearing a towel.

He walked over to the desk and on the back of the now bloody folder, he penned down the two-word connections.

Missing families

No records Metal edelweiss flower

Pure Blood

LATIN

John started circling words out, but before he could think about the connections he just made he was interrupted by a warm voice.

¨I think this is yours¨

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After listening in the car to do a deer from the time of music for a way to many times. You ran out of the car as soon as it stopped. ¨FINALLY¨ You said while stretching your body. The (TERROR) Twins have been singing it ever since we left.

You didn’t hate those two they are like family to you. But in a moment like this, you wish you had duck tape to shut them up.

¨DO, A DEER¨ Tim began ¨ A FEMALE DEER¨ Tara finished.

‘Here we go again’

¨RAY!¨ Alex joined.

¨A DROP OF GOLDEN SUN¨ Their parents joined.

¨You are all plotting against me!!¨ you laugh out while picking up your backpack and walking towards the hotel.

¨Aila join us, I know you know the lyrics¨ Alex yelled at you while you turned around to face them.

¨ME¨ the twins said while running at you. You tried to run away but it was too late. “Sing with us” Tara begged. “Then we will let go of your legs” Tim added.

¨A name I call myself.” you started singing and then the twins and Alex joined.

“Far, a long, long way to run.

Sew, a needle pulling thread.

La, a note to follow sew.

Tea, I drink with jam and bread.

That will bring us back to Do do do do¨ you sang while the twins clung onto your legs.

¨KARMA¨ Alex laughed at you while you slowly entered the Hotel.

“Please, Alex remind me, Why did I agree to support you during this vacation” you laugh out while you leaned against a wall.

¨Guys lets leave Aila her legs alone¨ Carlos laughed out loud.

The twins let go of your legs and ran up the stairs towards their room. While walking upstairs we decided to meet at 19:00 for dinner, so everyone had two hours for themself.

When arriving at the third floor your eyes fell on a red bloody tie. ¨What the…?¨ you mumbled while picking the tie up with one finger.

You studied the tie and the trail of blood drops which made a path past your door towards room 312.

You followed the blood towards 312 while Alex opened your door. A smile appeared on your face when you realised that the tie in your hand, was John’s.

¨U coming?¨ Alex askes

¨Yeah in I an minute, got to return this¨ you respond while holding the tie up.

Alex entered your room smirking while you knocked onto the door, accidentally opening it.

You looked into the room and saw John writing something down while only wearing a towel. ¨I think this is yours¨

John turned around and you checked him out while smiling. John smiled back at you while walking over at you.

“ Here to tell me your name, Lass?” He asks while he stretched his body in front of you while he leans against the doorpost.

You smirk at john while holding his tie up. ¨I’m here to return your tie.¨

¨How thoughtful?¨ John said while gently grabbing the tie from your hand. Your hands touched and you locked eyes. His eyes were dark but so warm at the same time. While pulling the tie towards his body he smirked at you. ¨Here to give me something else love¨

¨You wish¨ You say to John while you let go of the bloody tie. You felt your cheeks turning pink so you quickly change the subject.

¨So what’s up with the blood?¨ You ask while looking at your hand blood-covered hand.

John’s smile fades

¨Do not worry your pretty little head about it, luv¨ he said while he enters his room again.

¨Whatever you say detective¨ you reply while smiling at him while turning around to walk back to your room.

¨Where did you get that¨ John asked while stepping back into the hallway.

You turned around to face him. “Get what?”

“Your Jacket”

¨A small store in a town over up north, the man in the store gave it to me. Said that it would protect me or something, Why?¨ You asked while opening the door.

¨Nothing Lass,¨ John replies when walking back into his room and closing the door.

´Weird´ you think to yourself before you shut the door behind you.

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Time flew by when John and Chas were researching the possible leads.

“ The families are I think some kind of sacrifice, but for what?” John mumbled as he flipped through the pages of a dusty book.

“Maybe something of roman origin, Austria was part of the roman empire,” Chas suggested as he opened his laptop.

John nodded as he grabbed a book about the roman gods out of his backpack. “Chas do you have more off those facts for me Mate?” John asked while he opened the book to a painting of the gods and their relatives.

“Sure,” Chas said while looking on the internet for some facts.

“Okay here we go; The name Austria derives from a Germanic word ‘Austro’ which means ‘east’, The Austrian flag is one of the oldest national flags in the world, Approximately one quarter of the population of Austria lives in Vienna, Austria is known for its mountain railways and trains such as the Giselabahn, The people of Austria are masters in creating objects with iron, Former Hollywood actor Arnold Schwarzenegger grew up in Austria, 62% of Austria is covered by the Austrian Alps.”

“Stop,” John said while pointing to one of the gods.

“What, o John your not saying that the terminator is involved are you?” Chas jokes.

“No of course not you idiot, the iron, the metal,” John said while walking towards him. “Also known as Hephaestus in Greek mythology, Vulcan came to be considered as the manufacturer of art, arms, iron, jewellery, and armour for various gods and heroes, including the lightning bolts of Jupiter. He was the son of Jupiter (Zeus) and Juno(Hera), and the husband of Maia, Aphrodite (Venus) and Aglaia.”

“So you are saying that is must be connected to this ugly fellow, explains the flower,” Chas said while he entered the names of the names gods and deities into google.

John looked back at his notes “ So we know about everyone who is probably involved, we might also have to look into diverse rituals” John said while placing a cigarette in his mouth.

“Outside,” Chas said, to which John replied“Yes Mum”

John steps outside to clear his head while smoking one of his cigarettes. “Bottoms up you idiot, your in the bus” John heard you laugh. “Alright Alright,” a male voice replies. For a second the two of you were silent before you burst out in laughter.

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“Good Morning Sunshine!” You say as you open the windows. The summer sun shined into the room and on Alex’s face. He slowly sat up before he ran towards the bathroom.

You wanted to check on him, but the noises he was making told you exactly what was happening.

You grabbed your bottle of water and your medicine strip. When Alex exited the bathroom you handed it to him.

“Two pills and the whole bottle, and hurry up. We are late for breakfast” you tell him teasingly.

You quickly washed and changed into your clothes. While pinning your hair back with some Bobby pins you walked over to the balcony. You took a picture of the view and sent it to your Dad.

“ Hi Dad, lots of love” you mumbled while typing in the words into your phone and sending him the text.

“I need food” Alex mumbled which caused you to turn around.

"Well let’s get some!“ You reply while walking through the room towards the door.

You opened the door and locked it with your card when you and Alex left the room.

While walking downstairs you heard Alex mumbling about wanting to go back to bed.

‘That boy can’t handle his liquor’ You laughed to yourself.

While entering the restaurant you noticed that the twins were not already at the table.

"Good Morning,” You said to his parents.

His parents responded with morning and the two of you sat down at the table.

"Have you seen the twins? They are never late for breakfast.“ Jane asked you two.

"No, we haven’t, if you want we can check their room?” You suggested while wondering why the twins were not at the table.

Jane nodded “ I would like that, I will make you something to eat while you get those two. We don’t want to be late for the tour”

You quickly grabbed two pretzels on your way out and you handed one to Alex.

While walking up the stairs to the twins their room you ate the pretzels.

When arriving at their door you knocked on it. “Guys wake up you are late for breakfast!"

No noise.

"Tara, Tim wake up” Alex added while banging harder on the door.

Still no noise. Nothing. You could see Alex getting worried.

“Aila, what if?” Alex asked desperately and your eyes got bigger.

“You are not suggesting..?” You reply.

“ I am,” He told you.

“No not on my watch,” You said while squatting down to pick the lock to there room.

You slid two of your Bobby pins into the manual lock on the door.

“Alex when I say now I want you to kick against the electric lock”

Alex nodded and stepped back.

“What’s going on here,” An angry Manager said as he walked over to us.

You ignored the manager and simply spoke “3” as you unlocked the first tumbler.

“Just getting to my siblings” Alex said while getting into position to kick the door open.

“2,” You said when another one opened itself.

The manager looked at the two of you.

“Why?” He asked.

“1,” You said while hearing the last click of the lock.

“They were late for breakfast, their never late for breakfast” Alex replied.

“Now,” you said as you ducked, still holding the Bobby pins in place.

Alex kicked the door open and stormed into the room. You ran in after Alex into the Twins their room.

Alex dropped down onto his knees and looked at you.

You just froze.

“Get his Parents”

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deakyrog · 6 years ago

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Karaoke

John Deacon x Reader

Summary: You and John decide on an unusual date night out, which turns into basically one big tease fest as you both serenade each other with some fitting song choices.

Warnings: Swearing and Smut (18+ yanno the drill)

A/N: uh yeah I got bored and really felt...a lot lately so yanno, enjoy! Let me know if y’all liked it because I have so many more ideas

Word Count: 6.6K

"Karaoke?” he inquired over the phone line, wanting to be sure he heard you correctly. You nodded, but remembered you were speaking over the phone and he couldn’t see you, you just giggled loudly and bit your lip.

“Uh-huh!” you squeaked in response, unable to contain your excitement.

“But..why?” John asked again and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Beecaaaause!” you giggled into the phone. “You said you wanted to see what I like to do on the weekend nights when I’m not with you, and this is what I like to do with friends. Besides, you said I could plan because you don’t get home until Friday and wouldn’t have time.” you stated as a matter of fact and you heard him sigh on the other end, accepting his fate.

“Darling, are you sure that’s how you want to spend our Friday night?”

“Absolutely positive, more than positive!” you cheered enthusiastically. “Bar food, and singing to my incredibly handsome date? What more could I ask for?” you heard John chuckle on the other line and you smiled wide. “I’m sure there will be something played or available from your time.” you teased and bit the inside of your cheek waiting for an answer, you knew you were possibly in trouble with that one.

“Oh I’ll show you my time when I get back pet.” he mentioned lustfully and just his tone sent shivers down your spine. “But for now, I must go. I’ll see you Friday night darling.”

“See you Friday, stay safe.” you told him before you hung up the phone and smiled to yourself in victory.

You’ve known John for almost 2 years. You first met him when you were 22 and he was 46, you and his son ended up in the same photography program at university, and ended up being partners with him on some semester projects. Through that, that meant a lot of late night brainstorming sessions at his house, which is how you and John were introduced. When you first met John, you both felt the attraction instantly, but you both did everything you could to ignore it, for the sake of the relationship of your project partner and your sanity. But, throughout your college career, you and John managed to stay in contact and you two seemingly couldn’t avoid running into another. Be it the grocery store, coffee shop or when he would casually show up at the retail store you worked at, the force pulling you two together was unavoidable. So once you graduated two years later, the two of you decided to give things a go. You never officially put a label on what you guys were, hardly ever using the terms “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” because not only did it feel juvenile, it didn’t properly describe your relationship. In the six months you’ve been together, John has gotten to know you mind, soul and body. Especially your body. The sex between you two was a force to be reckoned with. John was an expert in the bedding department, using his much expertise on you. He could ravish you, and make you on the verge of an orgasm based on his words alone. You ate it up, he could make the sweetest love to you, or he could fuck you in the filthiest way, sometimes in the same night. He has made you see stars for days on end, and scream to the heavens, and he loved having that kind of power over you. He had you heart and body, and that’s why you loved being with him, despite the twenty year age gap. You connected with him in a way you haven’t before with anyone.

You two rarely went on a casual date like karaoke nights. It was always a fancy dinner out, or something nice prepared at his place (courtesy of his cooking), or the few times he came over to your flat when your roommate was out of town or away for the night. You and John didn’t hide your relationship, but something you two had in common was you liked private and wanted to keep your dates more to yourselves which in turn made them more intimate, but you also didn’t mind something more fun and casual, which is why you were excited for this. It was a change in the routine, and you couldn’t wait to see things shaken up. You wanted to have some fun with him, to tease and play with him in a more public setting than what you were used too, you wanted to see how far you could go, and singing a song straight to him was the perfect way to get him going.

Friday had come as quick as you had hoped. You hadn’t seen John since he left last week, and you were absolutely aching to see him, to touch him. You were meeting him at the bar at 8, so you could take your time. You had decided to dress casually, opting to toss your hair in a high ponytail and throw on a pair of short denim shorts (a pair you know John would go absolutely mad for) and one of his t-shirts he lent to you one time and you casually added to your personal collection. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be returning home that evening, so you threw some makeup in your purse, knowing you had clothes already at John’s place.

You touched your lipstick up in the bathroom and puckered your lips at yourself in the mirror. “Perfect.” you audibly said and smirked. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and, being proud of your work, threw on some perfume that John had claimed to be his favorite, and eagerly headed out the door. Your previously hailed cab had arrived (you didn’t take a car knowing who would be your driver that evening) and told the driver where to head. You noticed on the radio clock that the time read half past 7, so you nodded your head knowing you would be early. You got past the bouncer, knowing him from your many college nights spent there, and you sat at the bar and ordered a hard cider from the tap, your favorite. You normally hadn’t drank hard cider but thanks to your tasteful lover, your taste changed. You drank your beer and watched the people go up on the small stage set up for the Friday night karaoke. You watched them go up on the stage, foregoing any shame and having fun. You bopped your head along with them to the music and laughed to yourself, knowing you would be doing the exact same thing later that night. You turned back around and ordered another glass, when the empty stool next to you suddenly got an occupant. Looking out of the corner of your eye, you smirked recognizing the shirt.

“You’re early.” you audibly told him and turned your body so you were facing him, drink in hand.

“Could say the same for you darling.” John turned to face you. “But don’t you look nice. I like seeing you in my clothes.” he commented and your lips curled higher in a smirk.

“Yeah? Thought the shirt pulled the entire outfit together.” you took a sip from your drink and winked. “You look good too, the shirt is also nice.” you told him and bit your lip, eyeing him and down, your eyes lingering too long on his exposed chest, appreciating that the button down he was wearing had the first few buttons undone, with some of his chest hair peeking out. You bit your bottom lip harder, enjoying your view. You heard John chuckle from next to you and he moved closer to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“So little darling, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked you curiously as his thumb caressed your opposite arm ever so gently.

“Mmm, thought we could have some fun here.” you told him, leaning into his embrace.

“With you, I always have fun, but the fun I want to have with you isn’t exactly appropriate for this setting.” he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, the heat going directly down to your core. A slight gasp escaped your lips, and John laughed and kissed your ear. “Already so eager, don’t worry dear...it’ll come.” he confirmed and you nodded and stood up, clearing your throat.

“Well I should go write us in if we want to sing! Do you have a song?” you asked in a hurry before you forgot about the entire night and dragged John to your place.

“Sure do, been working on it all week. Think you’ll enjoy it.” he winked, obviously proud of what he has in store. You giggled as you grabbed the clipboard and wrote down your names in the time slots.

“Oh so you found something from your time?’ you inquired as you put the schedule back, and sat back down next to John on the bar stool.

“Yeah I found a song, it fits this situation perfectly. And watch your mouth little one, or else.” he warned as he put his hand on your bare knee.

You hummed happily, testing the waters and played with his patience. “Or else what? You’ll spank me?” you batted your eyes, silently praying the answer was yes. John just smirked with lust filling his eyes, and you giggled.

You had signed John’s name for the 8:30 time slot, and yours for the 9:00 slot. To pass the time, you two fell into a casual conversation at the bar as you drank, catching each other up on what’s been going on with your lives. If you don’t see each other you’ll almost always talk on the telephone, but you still talked, and his hand was moving up your thigh with every moment. He leaned into your side again, grabbing your ear between his teeth softly, but just enough to make you squirm and bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a moan. “Yanno, we still have some time before I go up...” he started as he pet your thigh, the top of the bar and drunk people to the side of you masking his movement. “And I noticed an empty closet near the exit, shall we go for a pre-show warm up?” he suggested as he kissed behind your ear and that moan you were so desperately trying to keep inside escaped as he placed his lips there. Every time he put his lips behind your ear, you could feel the dampness between your legs intensify. To avoid any near future distractions, you turned your head and kissed him softly on his lips.

“Calm down Deaky you’re not getting into my pants that easily.” you told him as you kissed him again and you stood up and began to walk away.

“Where on Earth are you going?” he growled, clearly annoyed at him not having his way with you.

“Getting a better spot near the stage, won’t be able to see you clearly if I’m all the way back here.” you tossed your hair and began walking towards the stage, swaying your hips as you moved along, feeling John’s eyes on you the entire time. He got up to follow you, but groaned as he heard the host announce he was up next.

You turned around and smiled lovingly at him, catching him before he went up. “Good luck baby, you’ll do great.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him proudly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave your bum a squeeze as he kissed you back. You released him and you watched him go up on stage and you smiled wide. He told the DJ his song choice. Then the host introduced him and he took the microphone. He smiled as the audience watched him, clearly he was used to the crowds.

“Uh hello, good evening! Just wanted to dedicate this song to a special little lady in the audience.” he said as he shot you a wink, and a blush began to form on your cheeks. You were positive you were redder than a tomato, but you allowed it. Your eyes were glued to John on the stage, and he smirked at you and waved to the DJ, indicating to start the song.

You watched as the first notes started. You didn’t recognize the song immediately, but it sounded familiar, like you’ve heard it on album or in a movie. As the song got going, John held up the microphone and started singing with a pleasant voice.

“You’re so hot, teasing me, so you’re blue but I can’t take a chance on a chick like you.” he started singing along, and your eyes went wide with surprise. You then started to recognize the song, and your jaw dropped. John closed his eyes getting into the song, clearly being very familiar with ABBA.

The chorus came up and he smirked right at you with a look of mischief in his eye. “Well I can dance with ya honey, if you think it’s funny, does your mother know that you’re out?” your jaw clenched and you narrowed your eyes, trying to pinpoint what game John was playing. “And I can chat with you baby, flirt a little maybe, does your mother know that you’re out?” Oh, he has done more than talk and flirt with you, and that is a fact.

You kept watching, trying to figure out John’s angle. He liked playing games with you, and this one he wanted to obviously wanted to win. So, while he finished singing, you moved your hips along to the song, in hopes of distracting him a bit. He noticed and raised his eyebrows but kept going, doing his signature dances across the stage.

“I can see what you want, but you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun, so maybe I’m not the one.” he sang and kept bopping around the stage. Oh would you remember these lyrics next time you two have sex, if this song was just a tease and not actually him breaking up with you.

“Now you’re so cute, I like your style, and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile, but girl you’re only a child.” he sang and looked directly at you again, sending you another wink your way and licked his lips slightly, which was his indicator that he had the upper hand and this was indeed a game to him and nothing more serious.

As you watched him finish the song, you quickly re-routed your song choice. You had originally planned on singing “Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry because whenever you heard it you always thought about how John made you feel, and how you were always at it like horny teenagers, but after this, you needed a new plan, a whole new tactic. You weren’t going to get mad, but get even. He wanted to make you mad and slightly embarrass you here for seemingly angry sex (which you weren’t opposed to at all), but you could do him one better. You clapped for him and curled your lips up, forming a playful grin as you wracked your brain for the perfect song. You watched as the DJ and Host complimented him on his performance. As you made your way over to the side stage, you saw two women who weren’t too much older than you waiting for him. You laughed to yourself and watched from a distance, enjoying what’s going to happen and you were going to soak it up.

John walked off the stage and were met with the two women who were trying to flirt with him and buy him drinks. One woman was batting her eyelashes heavily at him and tossing her hair in his direction. As she was talking with him, she kept leaning into him, trying to work her way into his embrace. He was talking normally to her and she giggled at everything he was saying, eating up his attention. You were at the bar, sipping on another hard cider watching this entire situation and soaking it all up. You weren’t jealous and you didn’t get jealous easily, and based on the unamused and slightly annoyed look on John’s face, you had no reason. You also secretly enjoyed him getting treated like the rockstar he is, it warmed your heart for him to get this attention. You turned towards the bartender and the empty bar seat next to you suddenly had company. Only this time, it wasn’t John sitting next to you, but a guy who was closer to your age, one you had seen in the audience.

“You know, a lovely lady wearing a vintage Bowie t-shirt definitely needs some company.” the man commented and you raised your eyebrows in shock in boldness.

“Oh yeah? Know where I can find some?” you challenged.

“I’ve been told I’m good company, and you do seem pretty lonely...I’m Ryan.” the strawberry blonde haired man introduced himself and leaned further into you, instantly putting his hand over yours. You quickly removed your hand but smiled wide and giggled.

As you opened your mouth to introduce yourself, you heard a voice answer from behind you. “I’m John and she’s not lonely, she has me.” John came over and stood behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders. Ryan scoffed and rolled his eyes, seeming not to care but wasn’t willing to fight it either. You sensed John smirk and he pulled you off the stool leading you to a quiet corner. “So what did you think of the song?” his tone was laced with mischief and lust.

You hummed and nodded at him. “Very cute, quite interesting as well. Was there a hidden message in there I should’ve picked up on that you would like to share?” you quizzed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your pony.

“Mm nope, just thought I would poke some fun of our interesting relationship.” he explained and you laughed, thinking it was funny but also insanely cute.

“Well darling, just so you know, you’re pitting fire against fire and I intended on creating a storm.” your purred as you reached to kiss his cheek flirtatiously, but he laughed lowly.

“And what do you have in mind little one? What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” he raised his eyebrow and you just winked and sealed your lips together, not giving anything away. John clearly didn’t like that answer, because he checked his watch for the time and then pulled you down a hallway near the exit. You laughed as you followed him unknowingly of what he had in mind, but trusted him nevertheless.

He found the room he was looking for, and opened the door fast and pushed you in gently, and followed you in, locking the door. You felt for a light switch and flicked it on.

“John what are we doing in a storage closet?” you wondered as you looked into his eyes, which were shadowed with lust. Instead of answering, he pushed you against the door, kissing you passionately, his mouth dominating yours, his tongue pushing past your lips and completely taking control off your mouth.

“Since you won’t tell me of this plan of yours.” he started as he kissed you again. “I’ll give you a pre-show warm up. We have time.” he finished as he latched his mouth onto your neck. You leaned your head back to give him better access, and a moan escaped your throat, passing your lips loudly. You heard John sigh happily as he began leaving kisses on your jaw and down throat, and he held you with his hand firmly on your hip. “Take your shorts and panties off now.” he demanded simply and you hurriedly unbuttoned your shorts and let them and your panties drop to the floor. To better position yourself, you stepped out of both and kicked them off to the side and wrapped a leg around John’s waist. He watched you do so snaking one arm around your waist to keep you up, and groaned in excitement as he trailed his other hand down from your hip to the top of your thigh, and slowly made his way to the inside of your thigh.

“My darling, do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he asked as he lightly moved his index finger up and down your inner thigh, feathering your skin just enough to tease you. The feeling of neediness for him to touch you more was coming on, and you bit your lip and shook your head in response to his question. He laughed and moved his hand closer to your core, and you gasped lightly as he did. “Of course you don’t no. Guess I will just have to show you.” he trailed on with his mouth still attached to your neck, his hot breath laying against your skin, which made you weaker the more he talked.

He slowly but expertly skimmed his finger between your folds, and you whined at the slow pace. He breathed against your neck, teasing you with 2 fingers rubbing your clit achingly slow. “So wet for me already? Pet you are absolutely dripping for me, aren’t you an eager little thing.” he looked at you and your lips parted, moaning as your response to his question, nodding your head not finding the proper words to tell him how badly you needed him.

He took that a cue to go further and he slowly slid his index finger and middle finger inside you, curling them as he went. You let out a load, broken moan and grasped his shoulder, as he increased his speed, pumping his 2 fingers in and out of you as his thumb gave your clit some much needed attention. “Oh you like that pet? Like my fingers curling inside you?” he growled against your ear as he moved his index finger in a ‘come-here motion’ in you. You moaned louder as he then began kissing behind your ear, and you could feel familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach returning, indicating you were close to your release. “You missed getting off on my fingers? Hmm?” he hummed into your ear, increasing his speed. “Missed the way they made that pretty little pussy feel baby?”

“J-John...” you muttered through shaky pants, throwing your head onto his shoulder. He then snaked his other hand from your waist, and let it travel up your shirt, grabbing your right breast as he kept up his pace.

“You like that princess? Getting finger fucked in a storage closet, knowing anyone outside can hear your desperate moans? Come on, let them know how good you feel.” He growled as you let out a high whimper, knowing you were close, the feeling deep in your stomach coming out. “You close little darling? You going to come all over my fingers? You want my fingers in your mouth and you want to taste yourself dirty girl?” he panted himself heavily against your neck and then kissed your throat so deeply it was sure to leave a mark, which you didn’t mind.

“Y-yes...” you barely got out of your mouth, as your grasped onto his arm, throwing your head back.

“Yes what angel? I need to hear you say it.” He told you as he slid in a third finger just enough to make you gasp with pleasure.

“Yes I want your fingers in my mouth! Oh fuck!” You practically screamed as you threw your head back, holding onto anything within your grasp. You were so close to your release, as John sped up his hand movements. Just as you felt your walls clench around him and you were sure you were going to burst at the seams, you heard the host make an announcement.

“And now it’s time for our 9:00 performance!” he began and your eyes went wide, knowing that was you. You turned your head towards John and he was smirking widely at you as he swiftly removed his fingers from you, and you whined at the loss.

“Come on my dear, you have a show to put on.” he teased as he dropped your leg, and you groaned at the denial of your orgasm. You bent down to grab your panties and shorts until you felt John grab your wrist as you picked you picked your panties up.

“No I think I’ll keep these.” he stated and picked up the lacy red garment and put it in his pocket.

You stared at him with an open mouth. “A-are you serious?” you stuttered in a state of shock and arousal.

“Oh I’m very serious, I want the pleasure of watching you up there knowing I have the one thing that would conceal how you’re currently feeling about me, which by the lightness of your shorts, won’t be long.” he winked as he kissed your cheek as you buttoned your shorts. He escorted you out as you fixed your ponytail and adjusted your shorts, being painfully conscious of their positioning now.

You scurried back into the bar and walked up on the stage as the host introduced you. You winked at John in the audience and told the DJ your song choice. He nodded eagerly in excitement and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling. The host handed you the microphone and you beamed.

“Good evening, this song was a last minute switch but I’m positive the message will come across...quite nicely.” you emphasized into the mic, not taking your eyes off John.

You took a few steps back and motioned for the DJ to start the song and raised an eyebrow excitedly at John. The music started and you brought the mic to your lips.

“Oh baby baby...oh baby baby.” you began to sing in a high voice, as soon as you did, a few men began to cheer recognizing the song. Your man, however, remained unaffected as he didn’t recognize it yet. You decided to use that to your advantage, as you kept looking at him as you raised an eyebrow and continued singing.

“Show me, how you want it to be, tell me baby cause I need to know now oh because.” you sang and closed your eyes, moving your hips to the music.

“My loneliness is killing me, and I, I must confess I still believe. When I’m not with you I lose my mind, give me a sign.” you opened your eyes but your pupils were blown with lust. The man Ryan from earlier was in the front, whistling as you sang, and to throw John off his game and in an attempt to get back at him, threw Ryan a wink.

“Hit me baby one more time!” you sang and swayed your hips, you turned your head in John’s direction, only to see him clenching his jaw with a wickedly sexy glint in his eye, a look you knew all too well. You decided to test the waters a bit, and you brought your index finger up, curling it indicating for him to come to you.

He obliged, albeit slowly, but he got to you before the next verse, and you crouched down on the stage, in front of him.

“Oh baby baby, the reason I breathe is you, boy you got me blinded. Oh pretty baby, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do.” you sang directly to him, moving closer to him, and you took your bottom lip directly between your teeth. You saw him glare at you with dilated pupils, indicating your mission of making him mad and turning him on was more than working.

You got closer to him and you put his hand on your hip as you shimmied them as you sang. “Show me, how you want it to be, tell me baby cause I need to know now oh because.” you sang a bit more whiny because you knew how he reacted when you sounded whiny, as you got to your feet again and danced around more on stage and finished the song, never taking your eyes off John.

Once you finished, the audience roared into applause, and you smiled, drinking it in because once John got a hold of you, you would be screaming. You walked off the stage and scanned the room for your pepper haired lover. When you didn’t see him, you turned around and ran right into the man of the hour. You looked up and giggled and took a deep breath, greeting him.

“Hello there little minx.” he whispered in a sultry tone that sent heat down to your neglected core. “Are you ready to leave or should I expect another surprise here?” he asked, grabbing your wrist softly.

“Mm, nope.” you popped the p in the word “We’re free to leave. Isn’t your place too far?” you questioned as you walked out with him.

“It is, and that’s precisely why we’re going to your place.” he told you as you got in his car.

“But my roommate will be home after 11.” you explained.

“Oh darling at this point I don’t care who will bloody be home. I want to fuck you so good the only thing you’ll be singing is my name.” he explained as he drove to your place. Hearing that made you cross your legs in anticipation, and in hopes of concealing the wetness that began again.

Once you reached your place, you hurriedly got out of the car and unlocked your door, rushing inside. You sent up a silent prayer that Kate, your flat mate, still wasn’t home. John made his way inside, and once you were both in, you quickly rid of your shoes.

“Go in the bedroom and lay on the bed. I will be there in a moment.” he commanded simply but you were too eager to tease him, so you did as instructed. You scurried into your room and sat on your bed, waiting for him to come in. You had absolutely no idea what he had in mind, but your breathing spiked thinking about it. John walked in and you sat facing him. He hadn’t said a word the entire car ride and you were needy of his touch.

“That was some show you put on back there...trying to turn me on in public. Was that your intention, to get me so turned on in front of everyone I take you right there? To beg you to let me fuck you?” he asked lowly but you looked at him smirking.

“Not at first no, but since you mentioned it...” you batted your eyes and giggled sweetly. John sat down next to you and titled your chin up at him.

“I don’t beg princess, but we do have some..” he started as he dragged his finger down your throat and down your chest until he rested it on your hip. “unfinished business to attend to.” he finished and began rubbing circles in your hip gently. You leaned into him, desperate to kiss him, to touch him. You lingered above his lips for a moment, before pressing yours to his, kissing him desperately, hungrily, showing how badly you needed him.

He kissed you back with just as much passion and he guided you down onto your back, and he leaned over you but wasn’t fully laying down.

“I-I need you...” you muttered against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He smirked and pet your cheek softly.

“I know angel, but we need to take care of what you almost had earlier first.” John said as he swiftly unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them off. You groaned as he kissed your jaw and brought his hands back to your hips.

“Need...you to touch me.” you whined again as you tilted your head up and reached for his hand. He quickly took yours and lifted it up.

“No no darling...focus on me.” he told you as he kissed your neck again, and you moaned in response. “Listen to my words.” he breathed against your neck, and you nodded. “Now use yours, no nodding.”

“O-okay...” you panted and closed your eyes. “I’ll listen.”

“Good, you did so good tonight. Made me a bit jealous...but you looked so good doing it though. You pretty little thing.” John started as he went back to kiss your throat, letting his index finger travel south and ever so lightly stroke your thighs, not fully touching you but giving you enough feeling that you could feel that familiar feeling between your legs. You whimpered at the slightest touches, desperate to be touched but also the unresolved feeling of him leaving you unfinished was also heightening your need. “And the way you made me feel watching you? Knowing I had your adorable little panties in my pocket while you shook your little ass for me like that? I wanted to pull you off the stage and ravish you back in the closet, and I wanted everyone to hear you.” he whispered directly in your ear and kissed your earlobe softly, letting his lips linger over it for a second, his hot breath hitting you.

“Watching you work that stage made me so.” he kissed your cheek while moving his index finger into your inner thigh. “turned.” he kissed your jaw. “on.” he finished and kissed your ear again and he spread your legs. “I wanted, no- needed to fuck you right then.” he emphasized as he took his finger and dragged it across your stomach, and you could feel yourself falling apart.

“But, then, other guys were cheering for you, for what’s mine.” he barked lightly but not mean, and he kissed behind your left ear with a grasp on your hips, holding them down as you bucked them up. He kissed down your neck and ended at your collarbone. You shuddered in response, not knowing how much longer you could handle. You were completely coming undone and he barely touched you, you were never this unhinged, but with an already denied orgasm, John’s hot breath on your exposed skin mixed with his ever poetic words and high adrenaline, you were ready to lose yourself at any moment.

“You’re mine.” John calmly told you against your collarbone, which he began to suck on slowly. He nipped at the skin and you grasped his upper arm. “Only mine. You’re close...let go and let the world know who’s you are.” he kissed your lips finally as he stroked your inner thigh again, close to where you needed him the most and that was all the touch you needed to find your release and cried out his name as you became undone because of him. You panted, taking a moment to catch your breath as John sat up. You watched and joined him.

“You’re amazing...” you told him as you kissed the corner of his mouth and he smiled.

“You think so?” he teased and you giggled, cupping his face and kissing him passionately. You loved how he could go from so dominating and collected and sexy to sweet, loving and caring. It’s one of the many things you loved about him.

“Yes I do, and I love you and only you, and I want nobody else.” you explained as you kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. “And now I’m gonna show you how much.” you pushed his shirt off as you kissed him again and he wasted no time taking over undressing himself. Once he was finished, he laid back and you took your own shirt off and kissed him softly again, getting yourself situated hovering over him.

You grabbed his now hardened length and lined it up with your entrance. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and raised your eyebrows at him. John nodded his head and you slowly lowered yourself onto him, groaning with pleasure as you adjusted around him. You adjusted to him around you, and you slowly moved your hips forward, finding your pace and gaining friction. As you started to speed up, you felt John grasp your hips hard enough you were sure a bruise would be left, but knowing you were making him feel good encouraged you to move harder and faster. You leaned forward and kissed his lips hard as you grinded forwards against him, pressing your hands onto his chest, moving around so his cock in you hit both of you in just the right places.

“I’m going to make you unravel John Deacon.” you muttered against his lips as you rocked your hips hard against his, and he moaned loudly as he put a hand behind your head bringing your forehead to his. He bucked his hips up, matching his movements with yours, and that made you speed up your previously slowed movements.

“Knowing you’re how well you’re using my cock for your own pleasure in itself will make me come apart, but you’re doing so well princess...been thinking about it since I left. How you use my cock for your own satisfaction...you naughty girl” he muttered and kissed you again, once again having his tongue invade your mouth, taking dominance. He spanked your ass once, which made you yelp but it made you sit up and arch your back, grasping John’s arm. That one slap turned you on so bad that you bucked your hips forward, trying to gain more friction as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your movements started to become sloppy and rushed, as you were nearing your release.

“Angel, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last...” John panted as he rolled his eyes back into his head, and with one final buck of your hips forwards, found the spot in you that so desperately needed to be hit, and that caused your walls to clench around him. As his name escaped your lips, sounding almost like a prayer being sent up to the heavens, you fell forward onto John’s chest panting, as your orgasm took over you. He held you close to him as you felt himself lose himself in you, and he too sang your name loudly as he filled you up, and it was the sweetest sound you ever heard.

As you laid on top of him, your head rested on his chest, you felt him gently stroke your back. He kissed the top of your head and whispered gently. “You’re honestly amazing sweet girl...” he started as he took your messed up ponytail out, running his fingers through your hair. You lifted your head up and rested your chin on his chest and shot him up a toothy grin. “Not just right now, even though that was amazing, but all of the time. Earlier as well, it was nice seeing you have so much fun, I had so much fun with you. Being with you, makes me feel whole. You’re like a breath of fresh air.”

You blushed and moved yourself up, petting his cheek as you kissed him sweetly. “I had a lot of fun...I always have fun with you...I enjoy being with you. I enjoy us” you confessed and John nodded, a blush creeping up his neck as well. You looked into his eyes and kissed his lips again, and then chuckled against him. “Hey, you were great as well tonight, and to answer your question, no my mother does not know I’m out.” you laughed loudly as you smirked, raising your eyebrows high, and he laughed as well, rolling over so he could bring you close in his arms, holding you close. At that moment, there was no place you would rather be.

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the-magic-lava-lamp · 6 years ago

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Warm Months - ‘Heart Of Gold’

Summary: (I decided to re-write an old story of mine called ‘Warm Months’! It’s a little bit different but the concept is pretty much the same! ) *And for the sake of this story, Anakin was 19 when the twins were born & Padme was 23. Plus, I’ve made Padme & Obi-Wan the same age*

[ 1976 ] Han Solo is stuck in an uneventful time in his life that he likes to call the 'working at the car wash blues’ era. But starting from a pit-stop on on road-trip where he meets the mysterious Leia and oh so interesting Luke, his life takes a turn. And he wonders if he’ll see them again.

Unbeknownst to Han, Luke and Leia have decided to go out on a quest to find & meet their birth parents or what’s left of them, which amounts to missed buses and long walks. That is until they run back into Han Solo and his pal Chewie. And the greatest road-trip officially begins

Chapter: 2 - Heart Of Gold

Song to go with today’s chapter

Word Count: 3,364

Ships: Eventual Skysolo + Obikin

Leia pushed some of the hair that wasn’t slicked down to her moist skin with sweat behind her ear and sighed. The hotel carpet beneath her cradled her aching feet and she had to admit, it was the most physical pleasure she’d had in a few days. It had been non-stop walking and running to catch buses just a ways out of reach. They’d begun this trip on Saturday and it was now Wednesday night and she was dead tired. Cracking her neck gently, in a way her father Bail had advised her against many times, she sat down on her bed.

Carrying through the room was the clean smell from the bathroom that Luke had called dibs on upon entry. It brought a fresh spring meadow to her senses that made her instantly envious. She thought of the many times Luke had come over to her home and hogged that bathroom all the same.

It had been explained to them the same since early childhood days of understanding. Their parents were young and afraid. And tragically, their mother passed away in childbirth. That was something Leia tried not to dwell on. Bail and Breha never hesitated to tell her everything she wanted to know. Padme. That was her birth mother, their birth mother. Beautiful, headstrong, wise beyond her years and so much more.

The situation they’d ended up with was to be given to relatives and close friends instead of strangers. Her birth father, Anakin, had decided he could not raise them alone. So he did what was best for them. Allowing them to grow up in the best environment possible. He was but nineteen and just lost the love of his life and was without a stable job. As Bail had explained. So Leia went to a close friend of Padme’s and Luke was set with Anakin’s stepbrother Owen & his wife Beru. Each family had wanted children and gladly helped the man when he needed it most.

As she grew, Leia tried hard not to be bitter. But she realized more and more that it would be unfair for her to hold a part of herself back for the feelings of a man who was not in her life anymore. It was hard. she understood why he did what he did, truly. But because she was a daughter, it hurt. She loved their families dearly but the separation between her and Luke growing up, though minimal, was difficult.

That’s not to say their families didn’t tell them all they needed to know because they did. They were always aware they were siblings and were told stories of their parents. Most children wait to meet their birth parents just as they did. When they were eighteen the curiosity hit. But life got in the way. Jobs, dating, school plans, etc. Nineteen ended up being the chosen age to seek their birth father out.

And not for the first time did she wonder if it was the right thing to do. Not only was it a leap of faith to meet their father. But this would also be their first taste of true freedom outside of Tatooine. The town they grew up in. Where they worked meaningless jobs. Where they fought the fights of children and teenagers. Where they experienced first kisses and missed school buses. A town they loved was in the rear-view mirror for the first time in their lives. There was no guarantee they’d ever live there the same again after this. After all, they were nineteen now.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Luke burst from the bathroom and hopped onto his own bed. That dopey smile on his face that made Leia scoff yet she returned the grin always. She strolled over to the small bathroom and closed the door.

Her hair was flowing elegantly down against her skin. She grabbed at it, readying herself to do one of those braids her mother taught her. But as she went to go into the action without a second thought, the first steps seemed to fade from her mind.

So she pictured the moments Breha had managed to wrangle her to stand still and shown her just how to pull her hair into fun styles. Though only away from home for a few days now, seeing the picture of herself and her mother put her at ease.

As the hair slipped through her fingers, she thought about just how devastating it was that her birth mother never got to experience those little moments with her. Something dreadfully painful ached in her chest. Her feet moved before she registered an idea.

Throwing open the bathroom door, she sped over to the hotel room telephone and dialed without even sparing Luke an explanation.

“Hey mom.” She spoke softly into the phone. “No, nothing’s wrong. Just wanted to um, check in.”

Luke crawled over to the edge of his bed to mouth a question.

“Yeah, no. Luke is not causing any trouble.” She giggled and ruffled the boys hair. “Just wanted to say that I love you guys, ok?” She almost sighed at the way she’d brought it up without grace but she truly wanted to express it as soon as she could. Luke sunk back on his legs and smiled before opening his mouth like he’d remembered something.

Leia nodded, understanding without words. “Luke sends his love...let Owen and Beru know.” She grinned.

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Breakfast consisted of a paper tray of warm french fries that Leia and Luke consistently passed between them as they walked down the sidewalk. The salt coated their lips and made it increasingly hard not to crave water but they had left their drinks at the store like idiots. And they weren’t about to walk all the way back there.

Leia would have much preferred their trip to be in a more stable company of a constant car. But they were forced to cycle from bus to walking because her own car had gotten stolen just a few weeks before. Neither of them even had the option of taking their parents cars considering they required them to get to work. It had put a real damper on Leia’s mood. She'd worked long and hard to earn the money for that El Camino. The old man had sold it to her heavily cheap, it was a steal really. Now it really had been stolen. She chuckled miserably at the dumb joke, if she could even call it that. She came up from behind where Luke was standing just ahead of her. He too had stopped. His chin tilted to the sky.

“There a reason you’ve stopped?” She raised her brow and Luke gave her a side-eye as he continued to look up at the morning sky.

“There a reason you stopped?” He retorted. Leia hummed and crossed her arms. The sky was a touch of blushed pink special to the early morning. She cradled the fry tray that she’d been so lucky to be stuck with do to Luke’s sudden wonderment.

People had asked and asked loads of times during school if they had that lame psychic twin connection. They went from laughing it off to messing around with their classmates to fool them into thinking they not only had it but it was a superpower. You’d think they’d have grown out of that but they’d just performed one of their practice stunts on an unsuspecting bowler at the alley a few days ago. She laughed as she thought about it.

But they actually did have it...to a rational degree of course. Luke’s thoughts were going a mile a minute, she could feel it just the same as if they’d been flowing through her.

She let it ride for a few seconds, watching the cars zooming past them down the street just ahead. The sun bounced it’s rays down on them, glittering the pavement.

“Do you think he’ll wanna see us?” Luke piped up, a small murmur in his tone that made Leia looked at him with wide, open eyes. She nodded.

“I’m sure he’ll be shocked but...” She trailed off, nodding more so to herself. “We are his kids, Luke.” She smiled kindly. Keeping her answer vague on purpose, merely reminding Luke where they stood in this situation. She didn’t want to offer a hope or promise that might just be left unfulfilled. It was important to her that Luke remain level-headed and not blindly hopeful.

He nodded, recognizing her tone. He hiked the bag on his back further up before he started to slowly stroll again. Leia took to his side and held out the fries which he gladly took from her.

Luke wasn’t the wide-eyed innocent kid that he used to be...far from it. But Leia sometimes caught herself treating him as such. It was just instinct. Though neither of them was sure who the older twin was. As neither Bail & Breha nor Owen & Beru had thought to ask such a trivial question to Anakin during the emotional period of giving up his children.

It had been a silly thing she and Luke would pretend to fight about. A fair amount of people assumed it to be her. It bothered her brother a lot more when they were little. He’d always huff and puff and insist that it could just as well be him. Leia would snort and say there is a 50/50 chance without much confidence in her voice.

Though sometimes Leia got the feeling people could be wrong. And maybe that was just because Luke had always had somewhat of an old soul. His childhood wardrobe had really been that of a small old man it seemed. And his eyes, though wide, were also filled with a wonder she could barely understand.

“Would you unfurl your brow for like five seconds and have some fun?” Luke whined, reaching out and rubbing the creases on her forehead. She attempted to bat him away as she laughed. And there was his childlike side. Which appeared most often.

“Since when is walking around in this boiling weather only to catch a dirty bus fun, Luke?” She shook her head and bumped his arm. He shrugged.

“It’s adventure.” He smiled, sheepishly.

“I’ll give it that. It is an adventure.” She chuckled. In all honesty, it was not that bad. But she had never been one for hot weather. She preferred the cool and chilly winds of autumn. However Luke thrived during the summer. He could spend forever outside and remain content with the sweltering heat. Leia was sometimes convinced that he just couldn’t feel it.

They slowed to shocked a stop just then as their bus whizzed by as if pulling from the curb with extra force. Leia almost felt steam coming from her ears as she tried to suck in her breath to stay calm. Luke sighed from beside her.

“That sucks.” He pouted momentarily. “Are you sure we had the right-?”

Leia was already fussing around for the bus schedule in her bag. Once she pulled it out, she darted her eyes around. “It left like ten minutes early.” She glared out into the empty black-top road.

After about five minutes, Luke spoke again. “You know...” He gave her a cheeky grin. “They say a watched street never boils.”

His lame joke momentarily distracted her at least enough to roll her eyes away from the dreaded stare.

“So we’ll find another way. No big deal.” Luke grinned, the picture of naivety sometimes...he was a walking contradiction in the way. Leia frowned and rolled her shoulders back.

“This sets us back by at least another day.” She sighed, rubbing her face like she was ages older. Sometimes it seemed like all of her mistakes were something that still weighed her down. Which Luke thought was ridiculous. She barely made any anyway. And maybe he was biased, being her brother and all but he doubted it. Leia had wisdom that he could barely understand.

“So, another day in the town of Corellia ...not bad, huh?” Luke gestured out with his arms and Leia reluctantly just shrugged. She’d tried her best to avoid the obstacles that inevitably showed up on this trip yet here they were.

Part of her just wanted this trip to be over and done with. It was proving to be a major source of stress. And maybe she felt a little bad for feeling as such. But she pushed her thoughts away to glance over the scenery of the town.

It was hot but a nice shade of sunny orange. It was buzzing with rushed company and she could hear the sudden harsh sounds of the mechanic’s building just in her view.

The town was a lot to drink in at once and the flavor was for sure that of a fresh Whiskey Sour. She kept the secret of why she knew what those tasted like to herself. She puckered her lips and allowed for Luke to take a semi-lead. He strolled down the sidewalk and took long glances as if he was an admiring tourist on a vacation.

They were going to have to find another hotel or check into the same one for just one more night. And she debated that choice in her mind while blowing a strand of brown hair from her eyes.

“Wanna just mess around for a bit?” Luke asked, sticking his thumb behind him as he turned to face her. He gestured to the down-town area with a curious expression.

“We don’t have very many options, so.” Leia shrugged and finally came to stand at his side.

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The sun’s curious children trailed the streets of Corellia, collecting prime and interesting gadgets from store to store. Leia would have liked to say she was considerably less guilty of this than Luke but she too had gathered a tiny collection of tinker toys.

Both twin fussed with their own mechanical puzzle as they attempted to find something else to do. It was unspoken between them but it was surely a test to see which of them was quicker.

And in record time, Luke managed to beat Leia by just two or three seconds. He intended to gloat as he might’ve done when they were kids. But he was easily distracted when the sun rays caught beautifully on the metal of his puzzle and reflected a warm orange glow on his tender cheeks. It tingled slightly and he was sure he was edging close to the beginnings of sunburn. Which was odd. He spent so much of his time out in the sun and managed to avoid that nine times out of ten.

Leia tilted her chin up and hiked her bag further up her back as they passed the front of some small home-y looking diner. She caught Luke’s admiring expression and made a note to come back round to the place around dinner time. However her mental note was interrupted when she slowly passed a lonesome looking bench and got a good kick around her hip. “Ow! Shit.” She whipped her head around and saw the outstretched shoe of some man who was asleep.

She came closer to take a look only to have a dog jump up from what seemed like nowhere and bark, scaring the absolute shit out of her. She jumped back right into a oblivious Luke and both twins tumbled straight for the concrete underneath them.

That was until the man shot up and used his shockingly amazing and convenient reflex skills to grab for Leia’s arm.

And it worked. Mostly...

Leia popped right back up so Luke took the fall for the both of them. Leia grinded her teeth together in horror as her brother hit the ground. And the man tightened his grip around her forearm on reflex.

“Hey Kid!...You ok?” Han’s voice was familiar and Leia only just noticed it was him as she turned to look at him. His voice went from excited to concerned in seconds flat. Leia shook from his grip and pulled her brother up who was pretty bouncy for someone who just fell right onto the sidewalk.

“I’m good, thanks.” Luke shrugged and grinned at his sister to let her know she didn’t need to worry, not that that would stop her. He then sharply took in all that was Han once again.

“You two are still in town, huh?” Han played down the excitement that had been found earlier in his tone, Leia noticed. Luke strolled closer to pet the head of the dog that Leia figured was the one he’d excitedly left the bowling alley to meet just some days ago.

Chewie’s was comfortably warm from the sunny day and Luke slowly threaded his fingers in his long fur. “Your sister seems pretty...prompt. I thought you’d be off early this morning.” Han spoke casually.

“His sister has a name. It’s Leia. And I’m right here. Thanks.” Leia scoffed and bumped his elbow so it would fall from it’s perched position and send him for a tiny free-fall from lack of balance. It made Luke giggle.

“That’s a hell of a way to say thanks for saving you from tasting concrete.” Han halfheartedly scowled as he fiddled with his arm.

“Yeah, my hero. It was just my brother who got a taste of the concrete, huh? You also caused the accident if you remember correctly.” Leia said smartly, tilting her head and smirking. Teasing came easy to her. She’d always used that to advantage over Luke while they were growing up.

“We missed our bus.” Luke interrupted the mini stand-off, only having paid half-attention to it. He had that simple and carefree grin on his face. It was no wonder all of Han’s attention was right back onto the young man. “Leaving us here for another day.” Luke dipped his chin down like he was being shy before running his tongue across his lips. It almost played off as if it were a move. His moistened lips parted just slightly and the summer afternoon breeze ricocheted throughout his body which just had to make him tilt his chin to the sky. The smooth skin of his neck now exposed to the suggestive heat-

“Anyway, take care of yourself Han.” Luke pulled back sharply and quickly from that slow moment with a refreshing amount of pleasure. It nearly gave the other man whiplash as he was sent reeling. Now...that had never happened to him before. Han coughed out of sheer fear that he’d had his confusion plainly written all over his face. From his side, Chewie barked once more.

A small gray spider climbed it’s way up the side of the bench as the sun lit up the intricate web. It made Han realize he had two options.

Continue his time lazily sitting on the bench with Chewie until he found the energy to go back home. Only to keep slipping into an easy sleep until he inevitably took it far too long and woke up with his shoes stolen like last time.

Or, make the rest of his day interesting by offering to pay for his & these twin travelers lunch.

He decided to make a gamble of his day and shot up, making sure Chewie was right at his side which he always was. “Long road-trips can really do a number on the wallet. If I treat you two to lunch would you mind watching Chewie here for say ten minutes while I go collect a paycheck?” Han spun it to make it seem like they’d be doing him a favor.

Leia pursed her lips. She was tempted to take the offer considering they should probably eat something but might want to start saving their money. The twins shared a conflicted look before both nodding.

“Sure.” Leia held out he hand for the leash but Luke swiped it as Han held it out. It made the other man chuckle before he turned off towards the street and walked off.

As Luke kneeled to Chewies level and began cooing at the beautiful dog, Leia made a wish on a passing car that they’d be able to make it through this whole trip without anymore obstacles.

#idk why i just wanted that to be her car #idk send me asks if you like it #it'd make me a very happy camper #skysolo #han solo #luke skywalker #star wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars fanfic #my fanfiction #leia organa #skysolo fic #hanluke #eventual #obikin

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 Words: 7.6k Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him. → Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders. Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.

Cr.

You’ve always hated the colour orange.

It reminds you of the eerie jack-o’-lanterns that haunted you as a child every Halloween. It reminds you of the sour citrus your mother used to give you, the carrots you used to dig out of your soup, your pet goldfish that you had to flush down the toilet once it died, the basketballs that hit your face and gave you a bleeding nose.

As an adult, you still hate the colour orange - especially because when he’s wearing it.

“What’s wrong?” He grins, the scruffy shadow that looked like it crawled up to his face to die no longer exists, shaved clean and you couldn’t be more thankful. At least he looks more like his age now, despite the dark circles and faint wrinkles.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Obviously there is.” He nags. “You’re frowning.”

You unscrunch your eyebrows, raising it up your forehead. “I’m not!”

He laughs through the telephone line. “You were. What. a. liar.”

“Can we stop talking about me and start talking about you?” You look at him through the glass, holding the phone handle tight in your hand. “What are your plans when you get out?”

“Get out?!” He grins with bright eyes, shaking his head. “Y/N. I’m not getting out of this place for at least another fifty years.”

You exhale a long breath, preparing yourself for what you’ve been planning to say the entire time. “Seonho, I’m going to hire a lawyer. We’re going to appeal your case.”

“Y/N. Just stop.” Your former best friend grows somber, his face void of any expression. “Stop. I’m done. Do you think appeal is that easy? And I don’t want to go to court anymore.”

“Seonho-”

“You know, it’s actually pretty amazing in here.” He smiles at you. “I get free food, a warm place to sleep and some people in here are pretty cool. It might as well be heaven! I get walks, art classes, play basketball outside and shoot hoops - which by the way I’m getting pretty good at. Why would I want to leave?!”

You open your mouth but he interrupts. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you, who is this guy that you’re living with?” Seonho raises his eyebrows up and down suggestively and you sigh.

“He’s just...he’s my…” You’re not sure what to say at this point. “Jungkook. His name is Jungkook.” “Is he handsome?”

“Seonho!”

“What?” He sheepishly smiles. “I want to know. Does he have a good paying job? Good stability? How old is he? How tall is he? Does he have a criminal background?”

“Why?” You cock your head to one side. “Are you going to a marriage interview with him?”

“No.” He pouts at your accusation. “I just want to know who the future husband of Miss L/N Y/N will be.”

“It’s not like that.” You frown, a serious tone that kills the light mood. “I work for him. And I’m busy. There’s no time to think about those things.”

Seonho gazes at you from the other side, his expression soft and something lodges in your throat; guilt. His hands twitch and for a moment, you’re waiting for him to press his palm on the glass but it ultimately drops into his lap. He sighs before his tiny smile clears the air. He giggles, sitting up straighter. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Always thinking about work, aren’t you? Do you want to drown in it?! What kind of man will want to marry you when you turn forty, fifty, sixty? They wouldn’t even marry you if you were still in your early twenties.”

You narrow your eyes accusatively at him. “Are you dissing me? And who says I need to get married? Last time I checked, we’re living in the twenty first century and females aren’t obligated to-”

“Y/N.” His orbs connect to yours as he leans back in his seat. His fingers tighten around the black handset of the phone. “I want you to be happy.”

There’s a slight pause before you open your mouth. “I am happy.”

You pout, internally cursing at how your voice sounded whiny and defensive. He immediately notices and laughs. “Are you sure about that?”

“I’m sure.” You cross your arms, sandwiching the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you glare at him.

“Y/N.” He’s your oldest friend, from childhood to the present.

If fate wasn’t so cruel, things could’ve been different.

But then you would’ve never met Jungkook. You would’ve never been able to help him. You’re not sure what’s a blessing or curse anymore. Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither.

“I just want you to be happy.”

The chandelier hangs from above, reflecting light onto the golden sewn tablecloth and rebounding off the wine glasses. His bangs are styled in the familiar comma motion, crisp black suit pressed onto his body. She’s wearing a gorgeous dress, lace sweetheart neckline that hugs her torso and curves before spilling out in ruffles. You, on the other hand, went with a plain and modest, black business dress; not wanting to draw attention or take away from who was actually important.

It’s a not-so-simple fine course dinner meal with Jungkook’s parents and Inhye’s. As if the luxurious atmosphere wasn’t enough, the air was heavy with tension. There weren’t any problems between the two families, quite the opposite as they both were benefiting from this marriage and the two men were old friends with each other. It was the quietness between the engaged couple, obviously sharing little feelings for each other and the glares Jungkook shot his father from time to time. Jungkook’s step-mother never spoke much of a word, looking around and taking sips of her wine, appearing like she was bored and didn’t want to be there - she could care less about him.

You were starting to regret coming, despite Jungkook begging you to join him. You’re not sure why but he told you he was afraid that he would switch to his alters; some disaster might occur and no one would be there to help. It’s understandable but you’re sure there’s more underlying reasons - you just don’t know what they are.

“Y/N is Jungkook’s cousin.” Inhye smiles politely and you introduce yourself to her parents.

It’s difficult to lie, you’re almost envious of her. She has a talent, an aura of refined beauty and her eloquence quickly dissipated the tension in the air. She kindheartedly asked Jungkook’s parents how they were doing and she eased his step-mother into a conversation, all while making sure you didn’t feel outcasted. It didn’t long before everyone but Jungkook himself was smiling and enjoying the high quality meal.

“Are you okay?” You lean over, muttering under your breath to him.

He scowls. “I’m fine.” After realizing how he snapped at you without a legitimate reason, he sighs. “Sorry. I just...don’t want to be here.”

“It’s okay.” You reassure him with a nod. You don’t blame him for not wanting to stay in his father’s presence. “Take a deep breath. It’ll be over soon. Tell me if there’s something wrong.”

Jungkook looks at you gratefully before you settle back into your seat, tuning into the conversation once again.

The door opens minutes later.

The pianist slips mutedly into the room, taking equal strides to the black instrument tucked in the corner. He settles on the bench, lifting up the fall board before cracking his fingers. With one inhale, straightening his spine and relaxing his shoulders, his hand begins to glide on the keys.

Music erupts into the air, flooding the once empty background silence with sweet melodies.

Jungkook whips his head around.

Everyone is distracted, boisterous laughter ringing in your eardrums but you notice. His frown disappears, replaced with a blank expression but eyes full of horror. He grows even more quiet than before, listening to the piano play.

Jet locks sweeping his forehead.

Cold eyes grown warm.

Lips upturned into a gentle smile.

“I’ve improved, haven’t I?”

A boy turns around from the wooden bench, looking down at him who’s sitting on the floor. Sunrays puncture through the glass windows, blinding his eyes and burning to the back of his lids - Jungkook raises his hand away from the light. He still can’t make out the boy’s face.

“Are you okay?” Your hand slides underneath the table to touch his, worried at how pale his face has gotten.

His trance shatters. He’s pulled back to reality. And Jungkook looks back at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard. He doesn’t know why tears are threatening to pour down his cheeks, why his chest squeezes so painfully and he feels like choking over the lump in his throat. But from your comforting hand and soothing orbs, he inhales a staggering breath and calms down. Something pulls tightly on the depths of his mind, screaming at him to let go - ‘Jungkook, I can help you.’ - but he resists the alter. He resists and resists, crying back at them and then- silence.

They’re gone.

He’s never been able to fight back and win before.

Jungkook smiles at you, one that tells you everything has simmered down. You nod, taking your hand away from his and sitting back in your seat before anyone can notice. He takes a small sigh of relief, still stunned that he’s here, not having shifted into someone else. For the first time - Jungkook feels in control.

Unfortunately, in the next ten minutes, Jimin makes his grand appearance. His eyes turn into crescent moons when he smiles, an angelic aura that Inhye’s parents dote on and his sweet nature allows for easier conversation. Jungkook’s step-mother doesn’t seem to notice but his father raises a brow at the sudden change. Inhye is relieved that he has spoken for the first time tonight - completely unaware that he’s not Jeon Jungkook.

“Friends..?”

He looks at you full of doubt and you nod, continuing to urge him. “Even if they’re just acquaintances. Why don’t you try?”

Jungkook stares at you questionably before sharply exhaling. He tilts his head, considering your persuasive words. “Okay. I’ll try.”

You didn't want him to grow too dependent on you. At some point you weren't going to be there anymore, even if the thought was for some reason unsettling. Nonetheless, Jungkook had to be able to function well on his own. Establishing relationships and friendships outside, building a good support system, are all essential.

You’re watering the garden when he arrives back home. The seeds have rooted firmly into the soil, taking in the nutrients of the sun and growing into tiny saplings. It’s the mere height of your finger but even so, it’s progress well made.

“So I contacted some old friends…” Jungkook is sitting on the grass beside the planter box, legs crossed and shimmering eyes peering into yours. “Yugyeom and a bunch of them. It went pretty well.”

You smile at him. “That’s really good, Jungkook. I’m proud of you.”

The next day, he heads off to a date with Inhye.

You’re left alone once more.

Aside from work, Jungkook never leaves the house. You should be happy that he’s left since the sun has risen and now the sun is beginning to dip over the horizon. Yet, you don’t know why you keep looking at the clock; sometimes stuck in a reverie, counting the seconds down.

“Hey, I’m home!” The door shuts behind him, the sound of shoes falling to the ground echoing through the entrance. It takes less than one heartbeat for you to spin your head around and jump to your feet.

“Jungkook?!”

He’s in a dark blue button down shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbow and his locks lay messily on his head. His eyes crinkle together as he smiles at you. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He looks down to the floor and you notice the bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. “I’m Jimin.”

“O-oh. Why are you apologizing?” You put your hands behind your back, exaggerating your stiff smile. “I love seeing you too, Jimin.”

He gleams, stepping into the living room. “Jungkook did very well on his date. But he got a little bit nervous towards the end, hence why you see me now.” The both of you are in silence as he nervously scratches the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing again?”

“It’s-” He hesitates, carefully looking at you. “I’m worried. These days, I’m...we’re spending a lot of time with Inhye. You’re not...hurt, are you?”

“No.” You deadpan before clearing your throat. “I mean why would I be? It’s understandable. She’s your-..Jungkook’s fiancée.”

Jimin soaks in your words, the corners of his lips tilting subtly as he lifts his arm. “These are for you.” When you’re in a daze, staring at the bouquet, he reaches for your hand and curls your fingers around the wrapping parchment.

They’re the loveliest sunflowers with baby breath strands, hues of sundrops and gold, the floral scent already enveloping your body. “You didn’t have to.” Your voice comes out as a weak whisper as you connect your orbs to his.

“I know.” He grins. “I wanted to. And also...he wanted to.”

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah, him too. But that’s not who I’m talking about.”

You frown, unable to decipher his puzzle. “Who?”

Jimin shrugs playfully, patting your head once as he brushes past you. You don’t know who he’s referring to but you have a feeling that perhaps...maybe…it’s-

The nameless man.

“My father wasn’t always like this.” Jungkook reveals, sitting adjacent to you in a cushioned chair. “I remember a time when he was...kinder and happier. It was before my mother passed away.”

“How did he deal with your mother’s passing?” You inquire, observing him carefully as he sighs.

“He didn’t. Or...now that I think about it. I think he just locked himself in his room. I remember knocking on the door but a relative dragged me away. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Then one day, he acted ‘normally’ - like nothing had ever happened.”

You hum. “Do you think he ever got over your mother’s death?”

“Yes...well, I don’t know.” He huffs out, scratching the back of his neck. “He quickly remarried within the year.”

“And how did you feel about that?”

“I absolutely hated it.” He spits out with a bitter tongue, looking up at you. “I hated it. It felt like he didn’t care, that he was waiting for the opportunity. I remember feeling confused..and hurt.”

“Why do you think he remarried so quickly?”

Jungkook contemplates the question for a while before shrugging. “I couldn’t tell you. Maybe he felt like he needed someone….maybe my step-mother saw an opportunity to become rich by marrying a businessman and she seized it. Maybe he felt like I needed a mother.”

“In what ways are you angry with your father and in what ways are you happy with him?”

“Angry?” He laughs emotionlessly, eyes drifting to the crown moulding on the ceiling. “I could go on for days. But I’m not sure if angry is the right word. I’m not angry at him. I’m disappointed. I’m hurt. I-...want him to be happy. I’m not angry at how he remarried but how he didn’t even talk to me about it, didn’t mention to me a thing until it happened and the short time between my mother’s death. I felt lonely when he brought me to my grandparents to live. Even worse when I was shipped off to boarding school.”

“In what ways am I happy?” This question takes Jungkook a significant amount of time to think about before he answers. “I guess I got to spend a lot of time with my grandparents before they passed. Other than that…..I can’t think of anything. The only happy memories I have with him are when my mother was still alive.”

If he focuses his mind hard enough, he can see a vague image of a dinner table. The house is dark, sky pitch black except for the dim lights in the room. His father looks significantly younger despite the lines of exhaustion marring his face but he’s grinning, laughing, smiling. His mother is blushing, stealing a glance at her husband. Jungkook gets tingles within his stomach, butterflies of giggles erupting from his own chest. He turns to his side, catching another grin from a boy who’s-

“From what you told me, Jungkook, it looks like your father had a really difficult time coping with your mother’s death. I’m aware your relationship with him isn’t good. I know you’re hurt and it’s understandable. However way he might’ve hurt you is unacceptable and I understand there are a lot of issues in your relationship. Do you ever feel blamed because of the past?”

He shakes his head. “No. I know that at the end of the day, they were his decisions and only his. There was nothing I could’ve done to control what he did to me. It was out of my control.”

“Good.” You nod. “It’s really important to remember that. You're not a mind reader, Jungkook.” He connects his brown orbs straight into yours and you don’t waver for a second. “You never forced him to make any decision. Nothing was your fault.”

Recently, he had shown exceptional improvement in controlling his emotions and his ability to identify them. His understanding of the alters and his past have grown, more memories returning. Jungkook has informed you on multiple occasions how he resisted switching and you observed how the rate of his panic attacks have decreased, also in shorter durations. He’s been able to successfully manage his stress and anxiety, especially at his workplace.

“There are some personalities that I haven’t met yet…” You move onto a new subject, eyes flickering. It’s been days and you haven’t been able to get it out of your mind - the nameless man.

“He hasn’t told me his name. He has a lower voice, a bit of a temper...do you know who he is?”

Jungkook frowns then shakes his head. “I couldn’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright-”

“I can try.” Before you can say otherwise, the boy swiftly shuts his eyes. He grows quiet, face emotionless and in the next moment, his lids flutter back. “Y/N?”

“Jungkook?”

He smiles, both the corners of his lips lifting. “Nope. C’mon Y/N, you have to be able to get it right….” The way he stares at you in anticipation has you sweating, absolutely no ideas on who it could be. “Yah~ It’s Jin. Seokjin! Did you forget about me already?! How is that possible when I’m this-” He pretends to flip his fake long locks. “-beautiful?!”

Despite disappointment greeting you in the back of your mind and pits of your stomach, you grin back at him. “It’s been awhile, Jin.”

“It has indeed. Now tell me…” He inhales. “...has my package arrived yet?”

Evaluation Report #3 Patient: Jeon Jungkook Diagnosis: Dissociative Identity Disorder -Patient has the ability to control emotions to a better extent. His tolerance under stressful environments has dramatically increased. Panic attacks have significantly decreased. -Patient has increased spending time outdoors while building solid relationships outside work and home environments. -Excelled in phase one - hasn’t completely achieved control but manages stress spectacularly. -Shift more towards phase two - focusing on uncovering the underlying problems; memories and past. -An unknown alter identified. Further investigations are required.*

“Y/N?”

Your fingers halt on the keyboard and you turn to see half his face sticking through the crack of your door. “Oh, you’re back. Is there something wrong?”

Jungkook had ran some errands by himself, a small mission that you had sent him on.

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” He lingers outside, nervous as he subtly rocks from side to side on his toes. “I already ate but I was wondering if you’ve had dinner yet.”

You think back to your nut bar that you stuffed down your throat a few hours ago. “Yeah...I’ve eaten.” It wasn’t a complete lie but you didn’t want him to worry and you needed to finish typing up his report anyway. “I’m fine.”

“O-okay. Good.” He nods. “Well...I’m going to bed soon. It’s almost past midnight, you should too.”

“I will.” You falsely promise. “Good night, Jungkook.”

The corners of his lips tilt upwards, eyes downcasted to the ground as he meekly murmurs-

“Good night, Y/N.”

It’s the bewitching hour, past two in the morning with the outside of your glass windows black.

You’re tucked underneath your covers, body melting into the mattress. Exhaustion seeps into your skin and you’re in a daze, just about to tip over into sleep - when there’s a sudden but gentle knock on your door.

“J-Jungkook?” Your voice croaks into the silence and one of your eyes flutter open.

The door hinges creak as it opens slightly, timid pitter-pattering steps entering the room and closing the door. You blearily squint into the night, recognizing Jungkook’s figure. He’s standing at the foot of your bed, pouting at you while clutching his pillow to his body. “It’s Hobi.”

“Oh.” You lay your hand over your forehead, chest heaving. “What are you doing here, Hoseok?”

“Jungkookie...he’s scared.” He whispers out faintly. “Can we sleep here tonight?”

You’re unable to think of any reasons to disagree with his plea. You don’t have any energy to calm him down and bring him back to bed either, weak and drained. So, with an unsteady hand, you reach over to the other corner of the covers and tug it open.

“Sure. You’re welcome to.”

Hoseok breaks out into a massive grin, the apples of his cheeks rounded. His feet slide on the wooden floorboards, shuffling slowly to the other side of the bed and carefully, he climbs in with you. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re very...welcome.”

He shifts closer to you, curling up into a ball but still maintains a comfortable distance away.

You close your eyes, finally falling asleep. Five hours might’ve passed or fifteen minutes, you’re dragged in and out of reality, head spinning with snippets of dreams still stuck in your head. When you open your eyes, you realize you had only slept an hour or so.

Your entire body is wet with cold sweat, clothes sticking to your back but your limbs are too numb to reach over to the lamp, much less try to walk to the washroom to clean yourself up. The boy is next to you, expression peaceful as soft exhales leave parted lips. You glance at him before exhaustion swallows you again. In a desperate attempt to seek some sort of warmth, you move closer; head grazing his and faces mere millimeters away.

Twenty minutes pass and Jungkook is shaken awake by another nightmare. He flinches, hyperventilating as he scans the premise. That’s when he realizes that he’s in your room, his arm is draped over your waist and you’re cuddled up right next to him. “Y/N?”

The delicate call makes you open your eyes, barely sleeping in the first place. “Jungkook?”

“Why am I here?” He swallows hard, his face flushing at the proximity.

For once in his life, he’s thankful for the dark.

“Oh. Hoseok came in.” You breathlessly whisper back to him and he frowns. Without a heartbeat to waste, Jungkook raises his arm up to your forehead, placing it gently down as he nibbles on his bottom lip.

“You’re burning up!” He cries, a huge knot building between his brows. You try your best to shake your head despite the surroundings swirling.

“No…” A slight pause as you inhale. “...I’m not.”

It sounds like an atrocious lie to your own ears but if you had a trace of energy, you would care.

“Look you’re sweating.” He reaches over switching on the lamp. The sudden brightness that floods the room makes you wince, struggling to pull the covers over your head. “You have a fever. Stay here. Don’t move.”

It’s almost four in the morning, daybreak still hours away but Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to rush to his feet. You want to cry in protest from the missing warmth but in the back of your mind, you recognize that it might be inappropriate. A boundary was already crossed when you allowed him to stay in the same bed as you.

He returns in the next five minutes carrying a cold, damp washcloth and loads of blankets in his arms. In one motion, he opens all of them up, piling them on top of you and he wipes your forehead clean of sweat. He turns to leave once more and you catch his hand within your frailer one.

“Jungkook-” You whine out his name, not sure what you’re about to ask from him. Perhaps to simply stay by your side, plead him to crawl back under the sheets with you. At this point, your head is pounding in a way that you don’t care what’s inappropriate anymore.

“I’ll be back alright?” The pad of his thumb soothingly draws circles over your hand. He’s speaking gently, barely above a whisper as he smiles at you. “I’m going to grab a thermometer.”

Something knocks over on your nightstand. A groan. A sigh. Tapping on the keyboard. Pacing of footsteps. “Oh god.”

You open your eyes, the red digits of your clock staring back at you. Forty minutes have gone since you fell back asleep. It takes a good second for your foggy vision to clear up and you’re faced with Jungkook. He’s still in his white shirt and blue short pajamas, biting his lips as he paces the room with his laptop open in hand, staring wide eyed at the screen.

“Oh!” He jumps as his pupils land on you. “Y/N. Good. You’re up. Quickly now. Tell me your symptoms.”

A voice unrecognizable as your own croaks out. “W-....what?”

“Are you nauseous? Does your stomach hurt? Earlier today, did you see blood in your stool? Or…” He plops down to the ground, right next to you as he lowers his screen. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s a natural female bodily function. Are you menstruating? Or are you ovulating?”

“W-what...are you doing?”

He deadpans as if it were obvious, “I’m using the internet to diagnose you.”

“Jungkook?”

He corrects- “Namjoon.”

“Oh.” You don’t mean it to slip from your lips but it does through your throbbing headache. “Why is he shifting so much today?”

“It’s most likely due to the many emotional changes that he’s currently experiencing.” Namjoon states simply. “He’s feeling anxious right now. Because of you.” Your heart unwillingly stutters. “But nevermind that, just tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I...have a headache and my throat is sore. I feel dizzy and cold...but hot at the same time. My muscles hurt and I’m really..tired.” From your words, he begins to type on the keyboard, eyes burning through the monitor. “Namjoon.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry. For last time.” You move your hand to touch your forehead, coming into contact with a damp cloth. He doesn’t look up at you, too focused and concentrated but you stare at him through your lashes. “For making you feel like you’re not an individual but a mere alter.”

Namjoon can tell that you’ve been brooding about it for a long time considering the last time he had that conversation with you was a while ago. He finally looks up at you with a dimpled smile. “Y/N. It’s fine, I didn’t take it to heart. But thank you.” There’s a warm silence and you’re caught in his tender gaze. “I know you care. So, sincerely...thank you.”

He stands to his feet, switching off the lamp at the table. “I’ll be back. I’m just going to print this off.” You nod your head, staring at his upturned lips until the door is shut and you’re enveloped into darkness.

Ten minutes.

You’re dozing off, nearly falling asleep again until you’re shot wide awake with the thought of Namjoon not returning. Did he trip down the stairs? Did he try to go outside for medicine? What if he swapped into someone else? Grudgingly, you throw off the numerous layers of your blankets to stand on your feet. The surroundings twist unnaturally and you support your weight with the wall, stumbling out the door.

The light blinds you but you follow the noise that comes from his office.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!” He shouts hysterically. Jungkook is standing in the middle of his office with papers in his hand, his dark hair sticking upwards in various directions. The sight would usually be endearing, only if you weren’t ready to throw up all over the floor. “Y/N!”

“Nam-” No. It’s not Namjoon. The man who looks at you with bulging eyes, pale from his forehead to his chin is definitely not the composed Namjoon. This stranger is in absolute hysterics. “Hoseok?”

“You have syphilis!” He flips to the next page in another horrified shriek. “Or type one diabetes! Or-or...or…..reactive arthritis!”

“No. I don’t.” You try to stand straight, attempting to sound firm but it fails.

Hoseok abandons the papers, dropping them as he approaches you in three steps. His mouth is downturned to the ground, sniffling his nose and he looks like he’s about to burst into a frenzied bawl. But instead, he engulfs your shivering body into his warm and strong arms. He digs his nose into your pajama shirt, whimpering softly, “Please don’t die.”

“I won’t.” You reassure him, bringing up your hand to run through his locks. He relaxes and you bring your other arm up to wrap around his shoulder. “I’m fine. I’m going to live. I won’t die, I promise.”

“We should go to the hospital...just in case.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Hoseok, I’m fin-” A strangled yelp leaves your lips as he pulls your arm out the door. You’re unable to resist and protest, not with Jungkook’s massive strength. Soon, you find yourself by the closet, being wrapped up with three jackets and swallowed by four scarves. “Hoseok.”

“We’re going to the hospital.” He announces in seriousness. “What if you have a curable disease that will become incurable if it’s prolonged? I can’t risk that...not when it’s you.”

His breathing begins to quicken, chest heaving as a million possibilities flood his head. “Hoseok. Calm down. Listen to me. Calm down.” You bring your hands up, squishing his cheeks together and he nods slowly in response.

You drop your arms, backing away. He continues to look at you and in….three...two...one-...he takes off screaming. “Jung Hoseok!” You shout after him, the drilling of your head worsening as you chase him.

“Hospital! The hospital!” Hoseok’s at the top of his voice, a high pitched shriek as he books it to the front door. “I can’t let you die! The hospital!”

You dive for the front door as he opens it, barely a slipper on his foot. You block the entrance with your limbs, stretching them out with your hands touching the frame to prevent him from escaping. He tries to go from the side, to the other side and even crawl between your legs - all while still shouting hysterically. And you’re not sure who’s more insane, him or you.

It’s not until you begin having a coughing fit that he freezes.

He suddenly stands straight, face impassive and then - he blinks three times in rapid succession.

...once...twice...three times….

Please. You shut your eyes, internally begging the gods and the heavens, pleading with all your might. Carefully, you peel your lids back and shut the door behind you, the buzz allowing you to know that it’s automatically locked. You take one cautious step forward. “Jungkook?”

“Twice you get me wrong!” He huffs out. “J-I-N. How many times do I need to tell you? And what are you doing standing here Miss? Aren’t you sick?! Get your butt back into bed unless you want to faint!”

In one motion, the boy sweeps you off of your feet, literally. He wraps his arms behind your knees and around your back, lifting you from the ground as you sharply inhale. You immediately wrap your hands around his neck, afraid of falling. “What. are. you. doin-!”

“Hush.” He interjects, purposely turning his head the other way and not listening to your complaints. Your jaw drops as you openly stare at him. “What?” He finally looks at you again and then he has the audacity to-

wink.

“Surprised that I’m so strong? Well..technically this is Jungkook’s body but still.” He smirks at you and you don’t stop from rolling your eyes. You relax, feeling your forehead steaming with heat. You press your cheek against his shoulder in exhaustion as he marches back up the stairs.

Jin kicks down the door to your bedroom, laying you gently on the mattress and he strips you from the ridiculous amount of scarves and jackets. “There. Much better, right? And don’t get up.” He lectures you as he tucks the covers all the way up to your nose. “I’m going to make you some food. You’re probably starving. And don’t worry about anything. I won’t let any of the rascals interfere, especially when I’m in front of the stove. So just rest…...idiot.”

“Wait.” He turns around at your voice. “Jin...thank you.”

He smiles, shaking his head. “Don’t thank me. Just don’t get sick from now on.”

You listen, staying put in your spot and trusting him. True to his words, Jin keeps you warm and well-rested. After sleeping for another hour, he gently shakes you awake and feeds you some hot porridge. The minute you finish and food is finally sitting in your once empty stomach, you feel worlds better. “It was delicious, wasn’t it?”

“Very.” You nod, settling back down as he laughs.

“Good. I made some leftovers in the fridge. Heat it up on the stove if you need to eat it and make sure it’s boiling or else you’ll get a stomach ache. I’m going to go wash the dishes. Your fever’s went down but not all the way. Rest, Y/N.”

You salute at his command, “Yes sir.”

Jin leaves the room in a giggle, making you smile.

Warm arms press against your stomach, pushed flush against his body. It’s eight o’clock in the morning but the sun is hidden behind gray clouds, filling your room in dim lighting. You feel better but still unwell, numb in your limbs. You struggle to twist your body around, millimeters away from Jungkook’s face.

“You’re awake.” He smirks at you. “I was waiting but I enjoy cuddling you either way.”

“What-?” In the morning drowsiness, you’re utterly confused with his flirtatious nature.

His mouth draws into a rectangular box and he nuzzles your hair. “It’s Taetae.”

“Taehyung…”

“It’s been too long.” He pouts. “Are you feeling better? You were sweating, sweetheart.”

Taehyung places his hand over your forehead and withdraws it a moment later with a thoughtful expression. “I think you should change your clothing.” He comments, more to himself than you.

He lifts his head, looking at your wardrobe and he rolls off the bed onto the floor. He crawls over to your drawers, lifting up his eyebrows mischievously as he notices your staring. “I wonder which drawer has Y/N’s lingerie~”

His brows move up and down suggestively and you sigh. “Taehyun-” He opens one up, looking into it like it’s a magical treasure chest. He laughs to himself and you’re about to call his name again before he grabs a new set of pajamas and spins around to face you.

“Cow printed pajamas?!” He grins, holding up your two piece white with black spot shirt and fuzzy pants. You groan, regretting that you kept such an atrocious ‘gift’ - that was more so a prank - from your friend, Nayoung. “I have to see you in these.”

With his enthusiastic jumps, you know he won’t go down without a fight and you don’t want to waste your little energy left. “Fine.” You outstretch your arm. “Give them to me.”

“Oh no, no.” He shakes his head. “I can’t let my ill sweetheart change by herself. You’ll have a harder time than it needs to be. I can help you.”

Taehyung climbs on top of the bed, pulling off your covers to reveal your body. Your clothes are no longer sweaty but the dried sweat still remains, rubbing against your skin uncomfortably.

You open your mouth, ready to tell him off but the words die in your throat. His expression is dead serious, full of concentration and sincerity. “Jungkook….” He begins in a quiet murmur, moving his hands up to the collar of your shirt. “He wants to go on a date with you. But he’s afraid.” Taehyung unbuttons the first one, prolonging his touch as he slides down to the next button.

“He’s afraid that you’ll reject him.” He climbs on top of you, legs on either side of you but his body is still not touching yours. “He’s afraid that he’ll lose it.” He undos the next one with his steady fingers. “He’s afraid that since you’re his therapist….you won’t take him seriously - as a man.”

You swallow hard, ignoring the hot flush in your face. Taehyung smirks at you, the side of his lip tugging as he leans down. You shut your eyes as his breath ghosts in your ear for a whisper.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

“I-I…” There’s nothing but silence.

The bed shifts and his hands suddenly withdraw.

He moves away from you, as if urgently. You open your eyes, met with huge orbs and bright pink cheeks. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He bows his head down in shame and embarrassment. “God. Taehyung can be so stupid sometimes.” He hits his own head before wincing with an ‘ow’ and he rubs the wound.

“Jungk-?”

“Jimin.” He whimpers out before glancing at you shyly. He rips his eyes away when he realizes that your top is almost completely loose. “I’m sorry if Taehyung did anything inappropriate. He does that sometimes.”

“No, it’s okay, Jimin.” You reassure him and he takes a sigh of relief.

Jimin respectfully leaves the room as you change into your new pair of clothes. When you call out to him, finished, he comes in a moment later with a chair. It scrapes on the floor but he slides it right next to the bed, plopping down into the seat. “Are you feeling better? I heard you were sick.”

He puts the back of his hand to your forehead softly, tilting his head as he considers the temperature. “Okay, it’s not too bad. Do you need any medicine? Have you eaten yet? Are you cold?”

You smile at his benevolence. “I’m okay. I’ve eaten a few hours ago. But I haven’t had any medi-”

“I’ll go get it for you!” He jumps up immediately, pupils massive in stress.

“It’s just the common cold.” You tell him with a frown, afraid he’ll panic like Hoseok and give you the wrong pill. “Actually, you know...I’ll do it mysel-”

Jimin puts his hand over your shoulder, preventing you from getting up. His brows are furrowed and he fixes you in your spot with his eyes. “Y/N. I know. It’ll be okay. Please, just stay in bed.”

In your reluctance, he leaves the room but when he returns, he has a glass of water and a pack of cold medicine with him. “Jungkook keeps himself prepared around here. He’s a good kid. Here.” He hands it to you, sitting back down in his chair. “Drink up all the water. It’ll help flush out whatever toxins or germs in your body....”

“Thank you, Jimin.”

His eyes turn into half-moons as he smiles. “You’re welcome.” You take the medicine, finishing the water like he told you to. The boy watches in the meanwhile, making sure no droplets fall onto your clothes or outside your lips. He takes the glass and sets it onto the table with his lips turned upwards.

“I never got to express..” You lie back down, staring at him. “...how grateful I am for those sunflowers, Jimin. They were lovely. They really made my day.”

He flushes with the complement, coyly looking at the ground before stealing a glance from you. “It was nothing. Really, I should’ve gotten you a bigger or better bouquet. The sunflowers just reminded me of you.”

“You’re sweet.” You whisper out and he gleams.

“Any day, Y/N.”

The both of you sit in peace, a comfortable sort of silence that doesn’t need to be full of meaningless small talk or filler words. He sits in his chair, looking serenely out the window while you scan the intricate designs of the ceiling. After ten minutes, you swivel your head to him again.

“Hey Jimin-” Your mouth becomes stuffed with cotton.

Cold eyes grown warm stare back at you.

Ten heartbeats….and then he leans his head to one side. The man raises his hand at a timed pace, arm unfolding. The pads of his fingertips move to your cheek. With the gentlest touch, he brushes away the strands of hair that cover your eyes. He never breaks from your irises.

It’s a gaze of adoration that’s soft and yielding, tender and so much more than words could ever be.

You don’t know how or why but you already know who it is. Your heartstrings are tugging, ringing inside your head from his delicate ministrations, as if you’re fine glass or china, able to shatter with a single breath.

Without thinking a second time, you take his hand in yours, pressing it to your cheek. You open your mouth but your vocal chords betray you. Please. You beg more genuinely than before, eyes filling with tears. “Just...who are you?” Your voice croaks out into the quiet.

“Can’t you tell me your name?”

The pad of his thumb grazes against your blossoming skin. He withdraws it cautiously into his lap, tearing his orbs away from yours. His voice is husky, a low timber that drips with sorrows. “I’m no one.”

“You don’t need to know.”

The nameless man stands from the chair, tucking it to the side out of way and he towers beside you. In silence, he reaches down and fluffs up your blankets, securely tucking you in once more. After, he takes calculated steps towards the window and closes the blinds shut to envelope the room in darkness again.

“Sleep.” He mutters softly, the mattress dipping as he sits on the other side.

You continue to bore your eyes in his skin and that’s when he realizes. As long as he’s around, you won’t sleep at all. He smiles, a muted chuckle leaving his mouth. The corners of his lips tilts and he soaks in your features….

Blink. He shuts his eyes, relaxing his shoulders. His face twists twice and then, his head whips around the surroundings before landing on you. It’s the same brown orbs that you’re the most familiar with.

“Jungkook?”

“Y/N?” He frowns, head falling into his hands as he groans. “What happened?”

“Not much.” A tinkering laugh loosens his tension. “Your alters decided to take care of me.”

“Are you okay?” He remembers how sick you were last night and he checks the clock, realizing hours have passed since then.

“I’m a lot better.” You honestly admit. “One more nap and I’ll be good to go again.”

He looks down in shame, “I’m sorry.”

You ‘tut’ with your tongue. “You have nothing to apologize for. It was good. Your alters didn’t do any harm. If anything, they helped me a lot.”

“Oh, thank god.” Jungkook nods, thankful that he didn’t hurt you in any way. He swallows hard, looking around once more before he stands to his feet. “Well...I sh-ould probably...go then and leave you to res-”

“Jungkook.” He stops before reaching the brass knob of the door. “Can you-….stay?”

The both of you are lying side by side on the mattress. A good distance has been made between the two of you but his presence is nonetheless comforting.

“My father died when I was young.” You say outloud and he turns his head to face you. You don’t know why you’re telling him this but you figured, you knew so much about him but he knew little about you. Maybe if you shared your troubles and your dark past, it could help him understand.

“My father died and my mother wasn’t well. I was lonely. But I had one person that helped me. The only person that helped me. He was my old childhood friend. His name is Seonho. He helped me...he helped me a lot but-..........but-...”

“Shh…” Jungkook hushes you and you look at him with tears ready to spill from your eyes. He smiles gently. “You can tell me if you want to...when you’re ready. But for now, just rest, Y/N. Don’t worry about anything else.”

You’re taken back at how he quickly recognized that you, yourself, was about to fall into an uncontrollable breakdown. Even so, you keep your body turned towards him as you nod, shutting your eyes and letting the last bit of exhaustion dissipate through slumber.

Jungkook follows soon after but unlike your peaceful dreams, he’s thrown into another nightmare.

BANG! Crimson staining the ground - running like a river to his feet - drenching his shoes. Fear cripples his legs - his open mouth cannot scream - he cannot cry out for help.

The boy with onyx hair smiles once. His eyes are unseen.

#bts scenario #bts fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts scenarios #bts jungkook #*evil cackling*

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arkhamcitysirens · 7 years ago

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my thoughts on the batman and harley quinn movie

so i’ve just finished watching the latest dc animated movie, batman and harley quinn, and you’ve probably already heard it’s a pretty polarising movie. when it was over i didn’t really know how to feel. overall i’d say it wasn’t great and from a critical perspective it was absolutely awful, but personally i still enjoyed certain aspects... i made some notes???

the good

the animated series art style looked really nice here, especially since high definition has made it look a lot more refined and smooth (the coloring for harley’s shiny lipstick was one small thing that i thought looked super duper cool)

kevin conroy is, as always, a fantastic batman, and i also quite liked the new voice actress for ivy, paget brewster

the few jokes which are actually funny are REALLY funny- in particular, i loved the booster gold phone call scene and harley’s breakdown over the ‘veggie apocalypse’

harley’s characterisation is pretty decent, and i appreciated that she got to stand up for herself and show that she can be smart and strategic whilst also being ridiculous most of the time... she gets to complain about how she’s been treated before too and how oversexualised she often is, which is a nice touch, although it doesn’t really make sense in the context of this particular film where she’s oversexualised anyway

there are some nice character building moments for harley, like when she discusses how difficult it’s been for her to reform and ‘go straight’ because nobody actually wants to help her be better. i loved that the film took into consideration what life would actually be like if harley really did try to turn her life around.

the opening credits are absolutely ADORABLE and god i love them so much... they’re the best part of the entire film which is unfortunate but like they’re so good!!!

plenty of easter eggs pop up throughout the film, mostly related to the animated dc universe, which is cool for dedicated fans to see!

harley goes through a few awesome costume changes, including a new 52-style dress, a really cute coat with her hair in bunches, and the classic jester costume which looks great (except the collar looks a little off sometimes)- i was so happy to see the blonde pigtails back because they are SO GOOD

there’s no explicit mention of harlivy here (of course) but there’s also no joker whatsoever, except for one brilliant passing line where harley mentions the “only good thing I ever got from that asshat” was joker venom. also the ending features a very sweet reconciliation between harley and ivy that i thought was wonderful!

the bad

melissa rauch is... a truly awful harley quinn... she doesn’t make the role FUN. she says everything in a snarky, oversaturated, whiney brooklyn accent and she’s missing that sing-songy sound that makes harley HARLEY, so we’re left with a character who’s supposed to be the life of the party that instead just sounds permanently pissed

the animation looks BAD. characters don’t blink, and they usually don’t move unless they’re talking either, plus background characters are almost always motionless- when characters are moving, it looks stiff and awkward, and a lot worse than even the 90s show this film is paying tribute to, which is a real shame

as for the storyline, the btas episode ‘harlequinade’ did it so much better, and this is essentially a very drawn-out version of that plot line, replacing the villain of joker with poison ivy instead

there are a lot of issues with the tone of the movie- it jumps around from stupid, flamboyant comedy, to serious and mature, to choppy action movie. it doesn’t sit well in any genre or with any audience. i think dc tried to please every type of batman/harley fan here and it results in a serious mishmash that i don’t think really pleases anybody.

the film is super short, clocking in at barely seventy minutes, and yet it’s still jam packed with filler content. i recall one bizarrely long segment where random people off the street were asked of harley’s whereabouts, all giving fairly generic replies and all saying “no”, and this scene went for at least an entire minute

most of the humour is frankly unfunny. i’m jotting down the worst line in the whole movie as the line “it’s not bad... smells like discipline”, spoken by batman when harley farts. it’s childish humour which doesn’t even make sense- an extended scene where harley farts! that’s the entire joke! it’s stupid and pathetic, and it makes it even more polarising when one minute the humour is bathroom jokes for toddlers, then the next it’s crass comedy about how nightwing got a boner. yep, that’s another joke that actually happens.

nightwing and harley sleep together and it’s not exactly non-consensual, but it also didn’t come off as a very positive thing ever because nightwing kind of agreed but not really and it just wasn’t great and also it’s just classic bruce timm again feeling the need to make random characters from your childhood have sex so he can get himself off i guess

even though harley gets to talk about how guys are always taking advantage of her body, which is cool, this movie pulls out all the stops on oversexualising her anyway! think many, MANY shots of her ass, plenty of focus on the fact she does in fact have boobs, and of course bruce timm’s insistence that she randomly straddle nightwing so they can have sex

swamp thing appears at the end and i felt like i was missing a big joke the entire time. was this a reference to something? was it some kind of humour i didn’t understand? honestly, i just think it was supposed to be funny that he appeared out of the blue, but it wasn’t?

the strange and uncertain

harley sings ‘hanging on the telephone’ by blondie? for no apparent reason? it’s clearly filler, and it sounds fucking awful (thanks melissa rauch), but somehow i still thought it was kinda cool even though it felt extremely out of place and really served... no purpose whatsoever

actually most of the bar scene is really weird, harley gets her random musical number but so do some other c-grade villains from other dc shows you’ll spot if you’re a huge fan of the animated universe, it’s filler again but i think people will appreciate the little easter eggs in what is mostly an okay, fun scene

harley works at ‘superbabes’, which is pretty much the dc universe equivalent of hooters but instead the waitresses all dress up skimpily like female superheroes... at first i thought that was just more bruce timm bullshit but when they delved into WHY harley couldn’t get a decent job, i appreciated this scene a lot more

i don’t know how to feel about ivy’s overall characterisation in this because she was very restricted by jason woodrue, and she also had SERIOUS punch up with her GIRLFRIEND hhh... but the fight was justified i guess and the resolution is really nice... i’m very torn over ivy’s portrayal really and i think it’s something everyone will react to differently (she did use a lot of language i don’t think pam would use e/g i can’t imagine her saying ‘crap’ and ‘we’re screwed’ but she does anyway... not sure why but it just really doesn’t sound right for her?)

loren lester is supposed to be the Iconic nightwing but he sounds stupid in comparison to melissa rauch as harley, especially since his voice takes you back to the 90s and most of this film is fairly rooted in the now. i love that this movie is such a throwback to btas but in this case, i’m not sure loren lester was the best fit

the ending is extremely abrupt and mostly played for laughs, which a lot of people don’t like, but i actually didn’t mind it? i thought it was really funny and cute and a pretty fair resolution to the problem (basically harley just suggests they take the easy way out and set the Floronic Man on fire, because hey, he’s made out of leaves right?) the aftercredits scene was the bigger problem imo because it had no connection to anything in the film, wasn’t all that funny and didn’t seem to have any purpose (although i could say that about most of this movie tbh)

ultimately for some reason i still enjoyed this movie, and i’d probably watch it again, but it had a lot of issues and i wish it could have been the movie harley deserves. also i never want to hear melissa rauch as harley again. if you’re a big harley fan, i’d recommend giving this a watch, because there are some cool moments, but otherwise, give it a miss.

#harley quinn #latext #long post #batman and harley quinn #batman and harley quinn spoilers #spoilers

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trylonandperisphere · 7 years ago

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Silent Retreat 2, Ch. 23

Whew - just making it under the wire for the Thursday update! Thank you for your comments - it really helps me keep going, even more so now that the show is over.

Also on ff.net & A03. Obvs. ;)

The sound of her voice.

I knew it intimately. I had heard it in a whisper, in a cry. I had heard it harsh in anger, broken in sobs, tripping in laughter like water over stones in a brook.

I had heard it in my dreams. Heard it so many times when I thought I actually would never hear it, or see her in person, again.

Hearing it this time, I remembered all that in a second. My heart pounded and lurched painfully. I struggled for air. I wanted to listen objectively, without the burden of knowledge, all the feelings I had carried over the years, sometimes like a great, heavy sledge pulled behind me, plowing tracks in the mud, sometimes like nothing more than the flicker of something small barely seen in the corner of your eye, a dust-mote, or trick of light.

I wanted to separate that moment from all others, so I could really hear, really feel, objectively, what she was saying, who she was. Like I had slipped on my old lab coat and was looking at a simple readout of test results. This level was good, but this one was a little off. Better pay attention to that when I consider a possible diagnosis, the causes and effects.

I could separate myself. I could do this. I could be strong and do what I needed to do because, after all, this was about a life. Not just mine, not just mine with hers, but my son’s. I had to be strong and smart and careful, for him.

I heard each word she said clearly, almost too much so. The strain of her stress and the click of the consonants, even softened by her slight accent, were almost too loud, too real and definite, abrading my ears. Part of me wanted to be in the present so I could fully analyze what she was saying and respond as I needed to with a clear head. Part of me wanted to deny the present because it had become filled with fear and doubt.

I’m afraid of what could happen. How much am I afraid because of what’s happening now, and how much am I afraid because of the future I predict, molded by the fear in my past?

“Oh, my God, Cosima. Are you alright? I got your message, what’s happening?”

So much emotion in that beautiful voice. Was it real? Or was it, instead, a con, something Sarah recognized because she’d done it before herself? I made a series of noises, some of them words. As much as I tried to pay attention, to consciously form them with my lips, tongue and teeth, it felt awkward and nonsensical, like reading a language phonetically that you don’t understand.

“Hold on, I’m pulling over,” she responded to whatever I’d said. There was a pause, and I heard the sounds of her car’s engine, the clicks and rustles as she put on her turn signal and turned the wheel. Maybe there was the rubbing of the seat leather against her jacket. There was definitely the whoosh of air and cars passing by her, robbed of all bass notes by the small speaker of the telephone.

“Cosima. Cosima? What’s happening?”

“Huh…” I began. I swallowed around what felt like a fist in my throat. “...Where were you?”

“What?” Her tone was sharp, frantic. I realized the words had creaked out of my mouth like the hinges of a rusty, long-closed gate.

“Where were you?” I asked again. This time louder, but flat, so flat. Where had all my inflection gone?

“I was at the retreat, the conference,” she said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t reach you. There was this storm, it was crazy. It knocked out the electricity and because we were in the mountains I couldn’t get a phone signal and then my phone battery went dead. It was so weird and frustrating, but I… please, Cosima, I’m sorry, just tell me what’s wrong. I’m here for you, just tell me what’s going on?”

I was at the retreat…

I remembered the flash of lightning and the crash of thunder, almost simultaneous. The storm that came to mind was only one of many that rolled across the bay over the years, not even as rough as the one that made my first trip to the resort so dramatic, but somehow, it had felt different. It was like I’d heard a whisper, something about that coming boat, and who would be on it. It was a tiny pause that pulled me out of what I’d been doing and thinking, but it reverberated.

“I…” I was saying, I said now. “You… you’re saying you had no electricity?” My tongue felt clumsy and thick. “You couldn’t… there was no way you could get to a phone, a signal? Didn’t you have your car?”

I remembered her in the car, on the way here. Singing to the music. She was nervous, I could tell, but she was happy and gamely went along with my joking and half-forgotten directions. Every moment was pregnant with the knowledge that something important was happening. She was meeting him , my guy, Sevvy, my family. It should have been scarier, shouldn’t it? But the sunshine was so warm and golden in her hair and her smile was so wide, her shoulders rocking in that way she did to the beat, everything familiar and so singularly her , that it was all comfortable. Nothing could seem too edgy or fraught because there she was, where she was supposed to be, back in my life, and everything was better than before…

“... but it took them a day and a half to fill the gully where it had washed out. It, it was like, I had no idea it would be like we were so far out in the country, and maybe I should have, I don’t know, insisted on getting a ride with the workman, but, I wouldn’t have been able to get back because… Cosima, I didn’t know something was going on. I feel so stupid, but, but I couldn’t know. Please, please tell me what’s going on. What’s happening with Sevvy? Is everyone alright?”

No, I wanted to say, everyone is not alright. I’m not alright.

”Delphine… Delphine, I…”

“Delphine, relax. It’s good to see you.” The first words I had said to her at the retreat, after showing her the birds, maybe showing off a little. After wanting to connect with her but not knowing what to say. How could I explain that the first time I’d seen her there, my glance landing on her in my yoga class, I had felt almost pushed into another world, another dimension… And yet, and yet, somehow in that room, in that place full of quiet smiles and people looking to find themselves, in the shafts of early sunlight turning everything to butterscotch and marigolds—or so it seemed to me once I took in her curls, warm against her fair skin, the golden amberglow of her ever-changing irises, and the look on her face, open-mouthed, startled doe eyes honed in on mine— it felt right, pre-ordained, calmly inevitable. How could she possibly be there in that moment, in front of me? How could she not? When I’d felt the loose-sprung unwinding of my peripatetic days, something tugging at my root, core and heart, something saying, wouldn’t it be nice to lie down, to sit down in a soft place, warm with the ones you love, and finally, fully be you? Hadn’t it been like the chime I rang before our meditation? Hadn’t it resonated, brash like a gong, waning into a lower hum of auric energy like that I’d felt when I had been attuned to Reiki, when I had let myself be instead of searching?

“Cosima? Who are you talking to?” Michael’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I startled. I had gone elsewhere, backwards in time, to try to make sense of what was happening, to decide what to do. I had been leaning forward, lips nearly touching the phone. Any further and I would have tipped, poured out my heart and everything I’d been thinking.

“It’s, it’s, uh, Delphine,” I answered, and realized I was contracted into myself, looking over my shoulder at him as though I’d been caught doing something wrong. Was I doing something wrong? The lowering and creasing of his brows said I might have been.

“Do you… are you really supposed to be talking to her?” he asked lowly, trying not to be overheard through the cell phone. “Does she have information?”

“I…”

“Cosima? Are you there?” Delphine entreated from the ear speaker. “Can you talk to me, please?”

“Can you just talk to me?” That’s what I’d asked her when she came back from Frankfurt. It was the first time I saw her since, and she was there but not there, businesslike, trying to avoid my questions, my love. She was trying to do what was right, wasn’t she? She was trying to keep her promise, the one she made to love both me and all of my sisters. But did she have to devastate me like that? I could feel the pain reemerging as I remembered, even though I’d thought… I knew I’d forgiven her, come to understand.

“Cosima, what is it?” Michael asked, reaching out, his hand touching my shoulder. The sensation pulled me back to the present as surely as a tug on my arm could pull me back from wandering into a busy street, a dangerous tide, the path of a train barreling down its tracks into Huxley Station. “It’s time, Cos. We have to get ready and go if we’re going to make it on time.”

Kinda always late, so kinda always sorry… how sorry can I be?

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, ” I sputtered, re-emerging. I took a breath and closed my eyes. “Delphine…” I choked, then cleared my throat. Still, my voice was weak as it warbled into the phone. “I can’t. I just can’t do this, now…”

“What?” The word came out sharply, steeped in worry. But my arm was already dropping the phone away from my ear. “Cosima?” the device bleated from my hand, sounding more like the tinny, harsh recording in an old doll’s chest than my lover’s call. “Cosim—”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered into the air, as my thumb pressed the END button. Michael’s hand shifted on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“What’s going on? Does she know something?” He asked, and I shook my head almost absently.

“I don’t know. But we have to get there,” I said. Please let them get here on time, my inner voice prayed. Please let this work out, I can’t live if…

“Okay?” Michael said, and this time I nodded and stepped toward the door.

“Okay,” I said. And who needs to forgive whom? I thought, as we headed toward what came next. Forgiveness doesn’t matter if it costs me him, resounded in me as I saw Severo’s face peeking at me, alarmed, from behind his papa’s leg. I ran forward and scooped him up, clutching him to me as I quick-stepped toward the door. Michael jerked it open for us and Teo followed, pulling on his jacket.

“I’m going to protect you,” I murmured into my son’s neck, holding him to me as I slid into the back seat of the car. I didn’t put him into his safety seat. Our hope was in elsewhere now.

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THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Thursday, 14 Dec. 2017.

I got home, yesterday, about 6pm, and was a bit pooped, so I lay down and didn't bother getting up again until about 3am. I was a bit achy and wondering why until I realized I had done only three T3's yesterday... the fourth was still in my reminder cup. I have a little sealable container into which I put four T3's and one Diclofenac each day. That is to let me know I took them, by count. If I'm feeling too achy it's usually because I'm due for a T3.

Went back to bed around 9am and up, again, at about 10:30am when a Cable Guy came to see if he could figure out why my intercom phone, suddenly, was a working telephone. He was about 6'8"... very tall. I'm tall, nearly 6'3". Anyhow, we got along great as he tried to solve the issue in the phone room. He figures it is a Telus Phone problem that seems to have occurred in a box outside our building and can only be fixed by them. He disconnected the bell ringer so I won't hear the bell if I get more telemarketing calls, will have a dial tone and can dial out, for free it seems, and my TV and intercom still work. My TV comes through a phone line, so I'm connected by one wire to the phone company, now, not two. It's a techy thing.

I got lots of painting done... I'm learning and getting better at it all the time. Did some sit ups.

"A big target, like you, will be home a lot sooner than that." Army Recruiting Officer to Homer Simpson.

"Set your faces to stun" Bart Simpson

"I've been doing the same thing for the last 10 years and all I've got to show for it is a clean floor" Marge Simpson

Maturity is a never-ending pursuit, but there are traits becoming a mature person. There are a few words one needs to understand and appreciate to be a mature being. Here are a couple of those words:

"Ad Hominem" is a Latin phrase which could be translated "toward the person". It is used to describe remarks made by a person to another which are in response to an opinion expressed by the other person. There are other situations which may apply, but I'm trying to give you the lesson of what this is all about. The definition from Websters is: "to the man" 1. Appealing to prejudice and emotion rather than to reason. 2. attacking the character, motives, etc., of an opponent rather than debating the issue on logical grounds.

For instance, somebody says "I like something, or other" and the other replies "You're an idiot". That is a bland, but simple example of an 'ad hominem' attack on another person. What would be worse would be a reply such as "Well... you're ugly". That response has nothing to do with anything and is an emotional nonsensical and rude reply.

HUBRIS: "To rush at impetuously" ... wanton insolence or arrogance resulting from excessive pride or from passion.

Hubris and Ad Hominem attacks are often, closely, related and a sign of extreme ignorance and immaturity. Time to grow up.

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I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap. Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell. I gather it's some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything. I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot. The humans aren't doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise. You must prove yourself to me. Seriously, I mean it. I expect to be disappointed. Show me what you've got and back it up with proof.

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Absolute rest is not possible… ever. The universe can not end. Time is change and is an illusion. It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy. It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space, of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere. Waves can be either physical or electronic. The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing. DNA is the battery of life. When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body. Life, itself, is a duality. Time measurement is a relativity convenience.) Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was. One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space. The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity. Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING. Nothing can ever go backward. Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity. Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier. At best we can only compare rates of change. Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE. THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

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Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave. Earth NEVER returns to where it was before. Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible. If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away. You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

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If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am. I don’t expect you to understand me. I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

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I’m here to teach you things. While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks. Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast. You should assume that I don’t trust anyone. I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life. I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them. Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it. Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts. Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything. You don’t know what you don’t know. I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet. If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND. THAT’S THAT. You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you. Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion. I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called 'God’. Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period. You are a danger to be around. Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil. I said it, I mean it. You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me. I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will. Religion is evil. People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided. I can’t say it enough times. If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with. Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around. Religion is the number one problem in the world.

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