#a week of never feeling safe because if I forgot to hide just ONE piece of paper or just ONE ticket to an event or ANYTHING

[kissmefriendly]

Got my mother and my little brother staying with me soon. On the one hand, brilliant, I haven’t been in the same room with both of them at once in years. On the other, holy fuck how. In my place? It’s tiny! Someone is sleeping on the floor for a week and the other two are sharing a bed. I’ve never wanted to sleep on the floor more in my adult life.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wings // Thirty-Seven

If you saw me update 36 instead of this chapter, no u didn't. Huge thanks to the sweet nonny who pointed out and did it in such a polite way alskjdlfkasjdf I love you!!!

Chapter Warnings: reader worries about the baby as per usual but all is well

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He was late.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot and checked your phone again. Nothing. Your appointment didn’t start for another twenty minutes, but you liked to get there early in case you needed to update any paperwork. Bradley had promised he would be there and Jake…

You had no idea. You hadn’t heard from him in days. You didn’t even know if he got your note.

Pushing a breath out of your lungs, you squinted against the glare of the sun and looked for the familiar Bronco in the parking lot. Nothing.

Your stomach turned with what you hoped was nerves and you settled a hand over the small swell of your bump. Eleven, almost twelve weeks. Fuck, things were moving quickly.

“It’s sunny. You should be inside.”

Your head raised at the familiar voice and you met the blue eyed gaze of Jake Seresin. He was still in his olive green flight suit and he removed his baseball cap when you turned to face him. Your heart seized for a moment and it was like you forgot how handsome he was.

“I’m fine.” You raised your huge reusable water bottle. “Not like I can avoid the sun in San Diego.”

He stopped just a few feet from you, his eyes never leaving yours. You swallowed past the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The two words made your heart lurch and you bit your lip. Before you could say anything, he continued. “I’m sorry for being the biggest piece of shit.” A startled laugh escaped you and a small smile flickered across his lips.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

Jake stepped closer, one of his hands hovering just above your bicep. You nodded and he let his palm settle against your skin. Sparks erupted at his touch and you let your eyes slide shut.

“You left me,” you whispered. “You left us.”

“I know. I wish I hadn’t.” He sighed and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ve got some screws loose up here, darlin’.” He tapped his temple. “But I’m gonna get some help to figure out what I need to make sure I can be a good man for you three.”

Your hand fisted in the collar of his suit. “You are a good man, Jake. You’re the only one who can’t see that.”

He chuckled and then laid a kiss in between your brows. You sank into his touch and felt moisture build on your lashes. His hand slid from your arm to cradle the back of your neck. “I’m going to therapy, once every two weeks. My mom encouraged it. She wants to meet you properly.”

“Jake, I didn’t mean what I said. I-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He laid a kiss to your left eyelid and then the right. “It’s in the past. I want this. I want you and Roo and god, I want this baby. I want it so bad.”

“And you won’t leave again? Because I won’t let my kid grow up with that threat over their head. That’s not fair to me and not fair to them. So either you stay or you make your mind up now and leave.”

He shook his head. “I’m all in. Diaper changes, blowouts, tantrums. From Roo and the baby. I want it all. I want this family.”

You inhaled a stuttered breath. “I won’t survive if you leave again.”

Guilt nearly drowned him as he remembered Rooster’s words about your mother and he curled his body around yours, protecting and hiding you from the world. He settled his cap to rest on the back of his head and then cradled your face so he could draw your lips against his. You let all the worries and fears that plagued your mind fall silent as he slid his tongue against yours and easily took control. That was something that always drew you to Jake from that very first kiss. In fact, their ability to make you feel so incredibly safe was probably the main reason you gravitated towards your men.

“I’m not leaving, darlin’. If you want me, you’ll have me, in any way you want.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to get inside.”

You pulled back from Jake as heat rushed to your cheeks and sent a half-hearted glare at Bradley. He was also in his flight suit and you were suddenly hot all over for a different reason. The brunet leaned down to steal a quick kiss from you and he hummed in pleasure at the lingering taste of Jake mingled with you.

“I’m sorry,” Jake told Bradley. 

“Do it again and I’ll kick your ass. And then I’ll let Nat and Sofia after you.”

Jake paled slightly but didn’t argue. Instead, he settled one hand on your waist and extended his other arm for Bradley. The brunet glanced at you and you nodded in reassurance. He sidled up against Jake and you watched with rapt attention as they kissed, soft and sweet, a startling contrast to their imposing figures.

“You’re right, by the way,” Bradley said once they pulled away. Jake settled his lips against the crown of your hair and inhaled you deeply, as if he could commit the smell of your shampoo to memory. He hummed in confirmation that he heard Bradley and the brunet slid his hand around the back of Jake’s neck and gave him a quick squeeze.

“I was looking at houses. Mav helped me. A house for the four of us. A nursery for the baby, an office you and I can share, and a front porch so Angel can sit out there in the mornings. I think I found the perfect place, but then…”

Jake inhaled sharply at the realization and he shut his eyes, his hand fisting in the rough Nomex material of Bradley’s flight suit. Bradley merely kissed his temple and then swatted you both on the hip.

“No, seriously, we’re going to be late.”

The nerves lurched back into your stomach and rose into your throat. You gripped the closest hand to you as the elevator crept up to your OB’s office. You really didn’t give a shit about the gender, but every visit worried you that something was wrong or you were doing something wrong or-

A hand settled on the back of your neck and you glanced up at Jake. His blue eyes were lined with exhaustion and he seemed older than he should be, but his face was softer than the night of the fight. You didn’t know how they did it, but both boys had some keen ability to read what you were thinking.

“If it’s a boy, Javy is going to beg us to name it after him,” he said. You snorted at the thought and shook your head. Names hadn’t even crossed your mind at this point. Your focus was locked into taking one step at a time and breathing deeply until the nurse called you back. Rooster squeezed his hand on your hip when the three of you stood and you held out your hand. He took it in his own and offered you an easy grin.

“Alright, we’re at fourteen weeks,” Dr. Greenberg announced when she entered the exam room. You were already lying on the table, your shirt pulled up and ultrasound tech searching for the little blob on the screen. As if on cue, the second she entered brought the now-familiar whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat into the room. You relaxed finally, your muscles easing from the tight pull you had them locked in, and Jake settled his hand on your head. His thumb drew circles against your temple and you smiled up at him in thanks.

“Your labs are looking good, you’re looking good. Baby is looking excellent. You’re into the second trimester, so how are you feeling? Nausea gone?”

“Yeah, it’s been nice not puking my guts up. Now I’m hungry all the time. I had to go up a cup in bra size,” you explained. “Still fit into my shorts though so that’s nice.”

Dr. Greenberg chuckled and moved to stand by the tech, her eyes studying the screen. Her smile grew and she glanced at the three of you out of the corner of her eye.

“You want to find out the gender today, correct? Baby is in the perfect position to tell,” she said. You lit up and nodded.

“There’s a few bets going,” Bradley added. “All of it’s going to the college fund, but I know some folks are going to be sore losers.”

“Well, you can tell them that it’s a-”

Jake marveled at the way your bump had grown in just the short time since he had seen you. It no longer looked like it could be just some bloating, but was forming into a defined curve. He hadn’t really looked earlier, being so focused on just talking to you and then on the screen in the exam room, but now he took in the sight of you. 

Bradley showed you around the craftsman he had found. You had lit up at the sight of the long porch and swing couch and it just kept getting better. The house had been updated, but touches of its original history still remained in stained glass windows and pocket sliding doors. The living room bled into the kitchen and Jake paused at the island, gazing into the adjoining room that Bradley explained would be a great office space for the three of you to share. He turned to look at the breakfast nook tucked against the kitchen that led to a back porch with a sizable backyard. Jake could picture it now; he would make dinner as Bradley chased your child around the backyard, laughter filling the air. You would come home from work, stomach rounded with another child and he didn’t give a shit whose it was. He could taste the joy. He wanted this.

“Coming?” Bradley waited at the bottom of the steps for Jake to join them. They climbed up to the second floor and looked at the main bedroom and bathroom before moving onto the two smaller rooms. You stepped into the sunlit room and spun around to take in the full space.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed. A light had returned to your eyes and Bradley felt settled for the first time in a long time. Jake ran his hand along the wall and grinned.

“Grey and green are good for the paint?” He pointed to the far corner. “Crib there, rocking chair. What theme did you say you wanted again?”

“Animals.” Your hand came down to rest on your bump. “I think it’d be cute.”

Bradley leaned against the doorframe and watched his lovers plan out the nursery. It was a good thing he already told the realtor they would take it. He knew the second he pulled the Bronco into the driveway and saw the look on your faces.

“What do you think?” he finally asked.

“I love it, bear. Seriously. But I’m surprised it hasn’t sold yet.”

He pushed away from the wall to join you two, one hand sliding to rest in Jake’s back pocket and the other tugging you close. “Mav is a friend of the realtor. He’s been doing me a favor by keeping it off the market for a bit. Do you want it?”

You hesitated, your eyes darting to Jake’s. The blond touched your cheek and smiled. “Yeah, darlin’, we want it.”

“Are you sure?” Everything was moving so fast that sometimes you could hardly believe it was real.

“Yeah,” Bradley assured you. “We’d do anything for our girls.”

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Regret, Guilt and Anguish- Zhongli

Sequel to 'Of Flowers and Death'

featuring:- Zhongli, sister!Ei, reader [name] warnings:- angst, hurt no comfort, a few slaps from Ei to Zhongli a/n:- This was a request from an anon, so nonnie, I hope you like it!

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“Chirp, chirp, chirp!” Birds flaw about happily as Zhongli walked down a familiar path, heart clenching as he looked at one of the houses. The guilt and grief he felt was immeasurable, to the point he hadn’t even protested when the Traveler set off to Sumeru, merely wishing for her safety and success. Why? Why did you have to die? He had barely recovered from Guizhong’s death with your help, before you too left him, shattering him into pieces all over again. And who would help him to rise from this night again?

His attention was drawn to a bird chirping angrily at the footstep of a house that was starting to look old . That bird was an exotic bird, imbued with electro, carrying a roll of paper with it. He walked over to it and bent down to take the paper, seeing that the recipient of those letters would not open the door ever again. His eyes widened as he went through the contents of the letter sent by Ei.

“Dear [name],

Did you safely reach Liyue? Why have you not been responding lately? Are you that busy? [Name], I’m getting worried. Please, send me a letter soon, even if it has just a few words. I won’t mind. Just let me know that you’re alright, and I’ll leave you in peace for a while. I am anxiously waiting for your letter, so please don’t forget.

With love,

Raiden Ei."

Zhongli’s breath hitched as he dropped the paper. He’d been so absorbed in himself that he completely forgot about your sister. How… how would he tell Ei that her dear sister would never reply to one of her letters again? It would be most rude and cold to merely inform Ei about your passing through a letter. Perhaps he should go to Inazuma himself to tell her, now that the Sakoku Decree had been lifted a few months ago.

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“What…” The violet-eyed female in front of him whispered, staring at him like he had grown two heads. She shook her head. “This is a joke, right? You’re just joking. Last I’d seen her a few weeks ago, and she was well and healthy. There’s no way she could be- be-” Her voice cracked at the end, unable to see it. Zhongli, or Morax, didn’t respond, he merely stared at the floor in regret. Anything he said now would trigger Ei, send her off the edge. She didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve this. 

“Morax?” She murmured in a voice less than a whisper. “Is… is it really true?” Zhongli had told Ei all the details about your end, omitting a few things at the end though. Now he responded only with a nod, unable to talk due to the choking feel in his throat. (dw he wont get hanahaki he has to live to suffer). A multitude of emotions could be seen swirling in Ei’s eyes- grief, sorrow, anger, rage, disbelief, fear; it was all there. Staring at him with wide, shell-shocked eyes, she slowly collapsed to her knees, staring blankly forward, ears ringing in the silence. First Kitsune Saiguu, then Makoto, and now [name] too? You had been so full of life the last time Ei saw you. But now… She was all alone. How did she not even know about your hanahaki? Why did you hide it from her, making her believe everything was great?  What was the point of her pursuing eternity, if she couldn’t even protect the ones she loved?

A loud sound echoed throughout the room. ‘Slap!’ Ei had unsteadily gotten to her feet, and landed a harsh blow across Morax’s face. ‘Slap!’ Another. She didn’t care that he was older and more powerful than her. What she cared about was that he was the reason you were dead. Another slap echoed throughout the room, and another. Ei didn’t stop. He was the reason her sister was dead, and Ei was releasing all of her fury and grief on Morax, and he… He silently stood there with his head bowed, silently accepting all the sharp blows that made his jaw ache. Because her anger towards him was completely justified- it was all his fault.

He had to go back to Liyue with a heavy heart. And he knew, he knew that he would never recover from this.

I'm sorry, this was really short but the idea has been living in my head since the time you sent in the ask, i hope you liked it!

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 10 - Morally Grey

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, age gap, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator in 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 5,4k (i don't know wtf happened)

A/N: First, thank you so much for the new followers! Welcome to our community of Horny for Javier Peña lol Babes, I'm still horny for him and if love this man is a crime, arrest me! Let's start the ANGST because I need them to start to suffer a little... It's all going all too well...

Second, I had to repost it 'cause this plataform well... we all know.

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Narrator's POV:

It all started when you had a fight with Crosby, since he wanted something he couldn't yet: Escobar's head on a plate, but it would take time. 

Carrillo was no piece of cake either, sometimes hiding things from you, sometimes doing… Questionable things.

You’ve both had a terrible day, worse than others… But always knew where to find comfort: each other. 

He came, fucked you until you saw stars and you shared dinner. 

It became a routine.

Weeks flew by with hidden dates, excellent sex, intimacy. 

This domesticity felt so good for both of you, it was almost like a dream, a distant reality from all.

You felt safe. Javier was radiant.

Actually, you both felt safe, happy, living in a bubble. No matter in which apartment, his or yours, that bubble isolated you from your traumas, your job, the drug war.

Javier was in the clouds, he never thought he could be happy with someone. He never thought you, although younger and fisty, could be so loving towards him… He always envied Steve for his relationship with Connie, but he could see you being that person: his person. His feelings grew by second. Even though you didn't want kids anymore, he could see you being a better stepmom than Lorraine was a mom.

As a wife, Lorraine wasn't exactly terrible, but she was no good either. Their relationship was casual, some booty calls. Sometimes, not even a proper date. Not even friends with benefits. After they got married, he never felt accepted, understood… Not even loved, if Javier was being honest to himself. 

When he decided to get married to Lorraine, he felt like he was going to carry out a sentence - life sentence, and it had nothing to do with Lucas. Lorraine was a shallow person, didn't care for nothing other than herself and what people thought about her. It was always about what would appear, what would people think, what they would say… Her family was no better: her parents had a little money, so they thought they owned Laredo and could own people. Furthermore, they considered themselves “true Americans”, different from Javier and his family.

Javier was known as “Laredo's legs spreader” and Lorraine “tamed him” or “saved him”. 

Her family loved the second one, by the way. 

Javier also tried not to get married. He promised he was going to take care of his kid and Lorraine, but she cried and begged to get married. He felt sorry for her and how was he going to marry someone for being sorry? Her family, on the other hand, threatened him: if he didn't marry Lorraine, he would never see his son. Never.

So he did it.

He wishes he never did.

But now, things are a little different: he had someone he could see himself with, one day. You were everything and a little more than he asked for… You were intelligent, beautiful, funny, you weren't judgemental or selfish. You made him almost forget about his personal war in Laredo, he almost forgot about Lorraine.

Almost.

But he had to tell you the truth, but a shorter version. Or make up one that told you enough without jeopardizing the relationship you were just starting off. It was already so hard to break your initial walls, Javier couldn’t risk anything anymore…

He knew the best way to tell a lie was to tell a few half-truths and break it down easily.

And pray you'd never find out about it the rest…

This night was just another night at his apartment. He lured Steve not to show up by surprise, so you could have some privacy. 

You were telling about the first night you dared to use your vibrator, but forgot to lock the door.

“No way!” - Javier said to you, shocked.

“Well, let’s just say mi mama never barged into my room again, ever.” - you responded, laughing.

It was just so… So serene. 

“Your mama must have been so shocked, what did she do at the time?” 

“Well, she pretended nothing happened and we only talked about a few years later, on a family reunion, we were so drunk. It was a Navidad (Christimas), I guess… Anyway, sex wasn’t exactly a taboo in my family, curiously.”

“How so?” - Javier asked, interested. He bites a piece of his chinese spring roll, waiting for you.

“Well, despite all of the fuzz around ‘sex’, my family conducted things a little differently. My parents always taught me, my sister and my older brother to take accountability for our actions. They never treated us 3 differently because of our gender. So, when we started doing it, we actually had an open conversation about condoms, birth control… This kind of thing. It increased our trust in each other, parents and children. It worked so well for all the 28 years of my life. We are really close and always can count on each other. My older brother is 35 and my younger sister is turning 24 this year… I’m rambling, sorry.” - you savored your beer, shutting yourself down.

“I love to hear about your family, cariño. It seems to be an important part of who you are. Tell me more about your siblings, what do they do? How about your parents?”

“Oh, no, Javi! You first!” - you laughed. - “We’re going on quid pro quo here… Tell me about your family, come on!” - you ask.

“God, you’re a tough cookie!” - he laughed. - “Okay, I’ll give you something… Let me see…” - Javier started to think about what he could actually tell you, with no risks, so he stayed safe: teenage years and college. - “Well, mi mama, as you know, is not alive anymore, but she lived to see me do good things, such as graduate in high school, which, by the way, she was one of the teachers at the school…” - He took a sip from his beer. - “She was an amazing mom and incredible teacher, but Díos Mio, I couldn’t step outside the line or have a girlfriend. Mi papa is a wonderful dad as well. He was the stability to my mom’s… I don’t know how to name it, she was fast, agitated, full of life and dreams. My dad provided the balance to make her dreams turn into reality.”

“Oh, that’s so good. My dad and mom are just like it as well… So, what do you wanna know now?”

“Go on about your parents and your siblings, cariño, please. What do they do?”

“Well, my dad is a public server and my mom is in finance, working at a small company. My sister is in Med School and my brother is an Assistant District Attorney… Wait, we’re at your apartment and I haven’t seen any photos… Do you have any?”

“Cariño…” - He started and you knew he had, from just hearing that tone, but probably were hidden. - “Why bother to see?”

Javier was worried to show since there were some of Lucas’ pictures among them. 

None of Lorraine, of course… He burned them all and only kept letters that talked about Lucas, in one separated box.

“Come on! Por favor, Javi…” (Please, Javi…)

“Oh no, cariño, we’re going on quid pro quo here…” - he smiled. - “You set the rules yourself.”

“Fuck, Peña. Sometimes I underestimate you… Okay, fine. What do you want?”

And then he smiled… A fucking naughty smile, like he had he upper hand.

“I’ll show you my family album… But you gotta do something first for me.” - he said.

“Oh, fuck, you wanna fuck me in the ass, don’t you?” - you joked.

However, his expression demonstrated shock, he even let out a nervous laugh.

Javier didn’t deny it, though.

“Cariño, I…” - The Adam's apple on his throat was throbbing, as he gulped and struggled to find words. - “I do, but to be honest, that wasn’t part of the request… It could be, though.”

“Oh…” - you responded, surprised. - “Please, amuse me!” - your tone was curious.

“I’d like you to wear a blindfold and maybe wear a tie or a handcuff. You can use words to express your limits and we can agree before we get started on what I can or cannot do. We can use your toys, if you’d like…”

You were astonished by Javier’s boldness.

And, of course, aroused by the possibilities that would come by if you decided to take the risk of surrendering to Javier Peña.

Javier Peña, the guy you elected as the sluttiest and most depraved man alive.

Javier Peña, the man who you loved to roll in bed with, since he never was ashamed of his urges or desires with you - and never shamed you nor called you a “slut” for loving sex or masturbating.

In fact, Javier loved that you touched yourself - it wasn’t that common in his or your past relationships or experiences in different ways.

He frequently used it in his favor, by the way.

“We could use safe words, like ‘yellow’ if you’re almost at your limit and ‘red’ if you want me to stop.” - he continued. - “You could tell me if you’d like me to use some or any of your toys…”

“Oh, you want to use tools, Javi?” - you teased him.

He smiled at you, the same sly smile.

“Oh, you can tell me which one I can use, but it won’t mean I’ll actually use… So, what do you think? Any more you’d like to add?”

“Well, I liked the idea of using safe words, seems wise, since I won’t be able to see or maybe move. About my toys… You can use the wand, I know you love it almost as much as me. I’ll throw you a bone and let you use my plug, but putting it inside of me… I know I never let you do it. But be reasonable, Peña.”

“So, you’re picking it up now or we’re going to your place across the hallway?” - he provoked you.

“Oh, I’m picking it up… I’m guaranteeing you’re gonna do your part of the deal, Peña.”

You got up and went to your apartment as fast as you could.

You were naked and blindfolded.

Your hands were tied behind you, firmly but not hurtful.

You were on your knees, on top of Javier’s bed, your legs were slightly open, so Javier’s head could accommodate between them.

His head, by the way, was, indeed, between your legs, torturing you by kissing and licking your pussy. 

You were hesitant in sitting on his face, you didn't want to suffocate Javier.

You could feel his mustache tingling you, sending shivers down your spine, his hands grabbing you ass, opening you, leaving his fingertips all over it, teasing you open, his tongue avoiding your clitoris, fucking you.

And, since you couldn’t see anything, it felt even more intense.

He made you come so good your legs couldn’t hold and you fell on the bed, next to him. 

Javier then started the next thing he planned:

“Cariño, lay with your ass up and your beautiful face down.” - You obeyed, while he got up. You only felt his height leaving the mattress. - “Good girl… Now, relax.” 

One of Javier’s hands opened you and the other caressed your holes, admiring how beautiful you look like that, at his mercy.

“Díos Mio, cariño… Tell me how you can look so goddamn beautiful?”

You moan at his praise.

He wasted no time and began to prepare your ass with some lube, playing on its entrance. Then, you felt something cold and metallic starting to enter you and made you jump.

“Relax, cariño, it’s just your plug.” - you tried to relax, taking long and deep breaths as Javier put it on you, slowly, letting you get used to it. - “You’re doing really well, babygirl. I’m almost done…” - until you felt it inside you, completely. 

“Fuck, Javier…” - You gasped, while clenching around it and, your pussy, throbbing. 

His hands continued to spread you open, deciding on what to do next.

Your mind was racing, not being able to think clearly, only feeling every cell on your skin burn.

Burning under Javier’s touch.

Javier slowly entered your pussy, savoring how your walls were even more tight than usual. He held your hips in place, to avoid any tentative escape, even if it was unconscious.

Javier fucked you slowly, at first, letting you get used to his length, as usual, and preventing him of come early than he wanted.

Javier mumbled both in English and Spanish a bunch of dirty words, while you moan his name, which time, louder.

You could feel how his body was just as sweet as yours, just as hot. His hands seemed to be everywhere.

“Ja-javi, oh fuck, I'm so close.” - you plea, needy.

“Let it go, cariño, let me feel you squeezing me…” - He allowed you.

You came so hard on him.

And, of course, Javier couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside you just after. Catching his breath, he pulled his dick out, untied you and held you against him, while you both laid there.

You were astonished by how good of a lover Javier was to you. 

He took off your blindfold and held your face between his hands, looking deeply in your eyes. His look was so intense, you felt it in your gut, making your folds pulsating and your plug almost vibrate.

“Javi, you're making me blush…” - you confided.

He smiled. 

“You're so gorgeous, I can't believe we're here.”

Minutes later, after a shower you and Javier put back the bare minimum of clothes to walk round Javier’s apartment and you both sit down on his living room floor, next to a bookcase, with a file box and lots of pictures of him, his parents, his parents’ ranch… 

“So, this is you on top of a cow? Why?” - you laughed. - “That's so cute: Javier Peña, a farm boy!”

He rolled his eyes. 

“Come on, stop messing with me! Here's another one: mama y papa at their wedding.” - he showed another picture. He was a perfect mix of his dad and mom.

“Hey, you never told me you have a brother, Javi…” - you said, picking up a photo of Lucas, his son.

Javier tensed up, nervous.

“Cariño, there's something you should know…” - he started, in an incriminating tone, as if has hiding something, but got caught. 

You swallow hard.

“I have a son, back in the US.”

“Peña… What the fuck? Why did you keep it from me?” - you're started to lose your mind.

Javier took a deep breath and began to confide me:

“When we decided to get to know each other better, I didn't think at the time that we would be this close, this fast. You told me I could get a little bit comfortable before opening up, and I intended to tell you in a moment we talked about family, my family, like today. I'm sorry it took a while, but now you know…”

“Okay, that's on me. Fair enough.” - you responded in a cold way. He played by the rules, he didn't lie… However, you couldn't help but feel a little… Deceived. - “Tell me about him, what's his name? Who's he with?”

“His name is Lucas, he's three and loves cowboys and wants to be one like his abuelo Chucho, my dad.” - he contemplated. - “He's with his mother, back in Laredo.”

You nodded, absorbing all the information. 

You were nervous and feeling something else, you just couldn't name it yet. Your gut was telling you something was off, but you only thought you were anxious. 

Nonetheless, it wasn't bad Javier already had a toddler, took the pressure off of you, at least… 

“Lucas is such a beautiful boy, Javi…” - your fingers passed through his eyes, nose, cheeks on the paper. It wasn't familiar to you, but Lucas could look like his mother's family a bit more than Javi's, you supposed.

“I'm sorry I waited so long.” - he stated. - “But yeah, he is. Hope to see him sometime soon.”

“You know you can get a legal absence, right? Steve already took it.”

“I know, cariño. I'll do it soon.”

“Well, I should get going… Gotta get early at the office tomorrow.”

“Cariño, we've been sleeping together and getting there on time everyday…” - he questioned. - “Your place is just across the hall, there's no need for it…”

You changed your outfit back to your dress you wore hours later and picked up your purse and bag.

“I'm serious, I've got an important meeting earlier than usual, don't worry. Good night, Peña.” - you pecked his lips and left his place.

Javier couldn't believe what just had happened. 

He put the photos back where they belonged, leaving just the one with Lucas out.

He sat down on his sofa, that now smelled like your perfume, lit up his cigarette, mumbling possibilities on what to do.

“Hey, Peña, Y/LN wants to see you at her office.” - Steve said, as he arrived at his table. - “Did you fucked something up? ‘Cause she doesn't look happy…”

Javier sighted. 

“I sure did…” - Javier whispered to himself and Steve pretended not to hear. He went to your office, worried. He didn't know what to expect.

“Steve said you called me, jefe.”

“I did, Peña. Lock the door and close the blinds, please.” - and as he did, you got up and sat on your desk, facing him.

You offer him your hand, to pull him closer, with a sweet smile on your face. 

Javier crosses his arms more firmly and looks away from you, avoiding your eye contact and touching your hand. 

His whole body aches for yours, as always, but he held back the urge. 

He's afraid you might break up with him. 

“Y/N, why am I here?” - he asks, a bit rude.

You got up and held his face in your hands, looking at him like he did to you last night.

“Don't play hard balls to me, Javi… It’s okay.” - your tone is sweet and loving towards him and he relaxes.

“Cariño, I missed sleeping next to you yesterday.” - he smiled, but it soon faded, as he saw an expensive and gorgeous set of orchids on your desk. - “Who sent these to you?" - he questioned, focusing solely on the flowers now.

You look at him, confused.

“What do you mean? It wasn't you?”

Javier shook his head without looking up from the flowers. The sight of them made him uncomfortable and he couldn't help feeling annoyed at the mystery that's been presented in front of him. He crossed his arms and glanced back at them, then back at you.

"I didn't send them…” - he murmured. 

“Since the card wasn't signed, I thought it could only be you… Look.” - And you show him the card.

“I've missed you, can't wait to see you in my hands again”

Javier’s eyes shift down to the card as he studies it, looking for some kind of clue about who the sender could be. He sighed quietly and ran his fingers over the edge of the card before looking back at you.

He crossed his arms more firmly, still looking annoyed. 

“So you don’t know who sent it?” - his tone seemed accusatory. 

"Javier, we’ve been seeing each other for the last 2 months, who else would do it?"

Javier’s eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath and tried to keep calm. 

He knows you’re right, but that doesn’t stop the jealousy that started to pass through his veins.

“You don’t have any other guys that might have sent them?” - he inquired again, impatiently. 

"You know I haven't seen anyone besides you, Peña.” - You seemed firm to him in your declaration. 

Javier’s face stiffened at the mention of your ex as he rubbed his fingers through his hair, nervous. He knows about the whole story, but not by you, you haven’t told him… 

Yet.

You only told him that time, when you were drunk.

Javier didn’t care about your ex or any other guy.

You were his.

“Right…” - he mutters, trying to avoid showing too much emotion. 

“Are you jealous, baby?” - provoked him with a playful tone.

Javier raised an eyebrow at you as his silence lingered. He let out a deep breath through his nose, trying to hide his annoyance as he thought about everything that’s happened between you both in the past few months. 

The jealousy he’s feeling eats at him from the inside out, but he tries to ignore it. 

“Jealous? No…” - he said, scoffing a little. “More like annoyed.”

"Why?" - You look at him, still confused.

Javier sighed, crossing his arms tightly as the frustration grows in his voice:

“Why does anyone have flowers sent to them?” - he prompts you. - “Because they’re interested. Because they like you.” - His lips curl into a sarcastic smile. - "Am I supposed to be thrilled about it?"

You rolled your eyes, angry. 

"I didn't say you should be thrilled! It's not my fault a random person sent me flowers!"

“A random person?” - Javier mocked, his eyes narrowing even more as he studies your face. He can’t help feeling more irritated as he realizes that you legitimately have no idea who sent them. - "Then who do you think sent them? Did they magically appear out of thin air?"

“I'm not liking your tone, Javier…” - you alerted him.

Javier’s expression stiffened, his eyes met yours, anger sparking in their depths as he stared at you. 

"Then maybe you should tell me who sent them. You run this fucking office, you can manipulate a president and an ambassador into do whatever you want, ain’t hard, is it?" - he continued to mock you. 

You can see the cop in him, interrogating a suspect, playing with words, cenarios, asking the same things in different ways…

But you’re not one.

“Javier, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t call me a manipulative bitch and just answer that I already told you I don't fucking know!” - you shouted at him, in a harsh tone.

Javier’s face tightened with rage at your voice. His temper had reached its tipping point and he was barely holding it together anymore. He narrowed his eyes at you and the tension in the air heats up, the smell of the flowers only making the situation worse. 

"Give me a fucking name!" - he yelled.

“Javier, I’m really fucking tired of your accusation. Since I was wrong to assume the man I’m dating sent me these gorgeous flowers, which, by the way, orchids are, indeed, my favorite, thanks for asking, I’m gonna find out who did it.” - You pick up the phone, call the flower shop on the card and put on the speaker.

The clerk picked up and greeted you as she waited for you to give your name. 

Javier crosses his arms tightly as he waits for the conversation to unfold, his eyes never leaving your face.

You asked the clerk about who sent the delivery to your address and she checked the order for you, looking up the information about the delivery: she pulled up the details and spoke softly into the phone:

“It says here that a man had sent the delivery for you… No name, though.”

“Miss, he paid with cash or card?”

The clerk paused for a moment to check the bank information attached to the order. She speaks back into the phone. 

“It seems like he paid using a card for this delivery.”

“Miss, I’m an American police officer here in Colombia, I need the info ASAP.”

The clerk seemed panicked by the request provided the details of the card used and you wrote it down and thanked the clerk.

She hung up the call and you were left with the details of the unknown man who sent the flowers. 

You took a deep breath, feeling the tension spreading through your body, as you started to focus on the important parts of the transaction. Your mind wandered back to the man who sent them to you, trying to recall all the men that you’ve investigated recently, and coming up blank.

You put the info on your computer and a name popped out:

Benedict John Smith.

It’s fucking Ben, your ex. 

The fucking orchids were sent from your Ben, but why?

Your chest hurt as you watched the information flash on the screen in front of you. It’s the final piece of the puzzle that confirms your fears. 

“Oh, that probably means he’s out… Oh no, no, no!” - you thought, but tried not to show it to Javier.

Your emotions were all over the place as the thought of him fills your head, and the thought of seeing his name on your computer sends a wave of fear crashing through you.

“So?” - Javier questioned you, pulling you back to the present.

“Mi cielo, ahora sabemos…” (My heaven, now we know…) - you said to him with no emotion in your voice, but Javier didn’t understand at first, so you spin the screen around to face it to Javier, showing him the data that confirms the bouquet was sent by your ex-fiance. His reaction is exactly what you hoped for: he looks angry as he stares at the information on the monitor. 

While he read the info, you throw the orchids in the trash.

Javier sighs deeply, his gaze shifting back to your face. His expression is full of annoyance and irritation as he stares at you, waiting for you to say something.

He stared at the trash can and rolled his eyes, his mood improving slightly: you had a point.

He turned his gaze back towards you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he raises an eyebrow. 

“Happy now?”  - you ask fast, in a tone that could kill a man.

"Does that look like I'm happy? That idiot almost ruined my whole day with those fucking flowers!" - he yelped.

“Oh, he almost ruined your day?” - your tone is ironic and rude. - "I'm furious with you too, Javier! You accused me!"

Javier's eyes widened at your response and he took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He felt like a jackass – he didn't realize his accusing tone would hit you this hard. He thought he was just being logical.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not proud of it." - He leaned forward a little, his hands balling into fists. -  "I just..."

“You just what?”

Javier sighed quietly as his body tenses. 

"I don’t know… I…"

“You what, Peña?!”

"Cariño…" - His voice seemed calm but a deep something is bubbling under the surface of it. He didn't know how else to describe his feelings.

“Peña, I'm not the one who slept around with half of Medellín!” - you were pushing him to a place you shouldn’t. Your words rang through his ears, sending a jolt of anger straight to his brain. He clenches his jaw and clenches his fist at his side. 

"I don't need you to remind me." - he snarled.  - "I already know how much of a jackass I used to be."

“Used to be? Well, I guess you still are... Old habits die hard, don’t they, Peña?” 

Javier’s expression hardened even more and his grip on his fist tightened. He tries to stay calm but your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He stared at you and grit his teeth, his hate seething internally as he tried to calm himself down. 

“I’m not that person anymore.” - He growls, his voice barely audible.

“Let's hope, for my sake, you really aren't.” - your voice was full of fear and something not you or Javier knew what was. Your comment sparked an immediate reaction from Javier.

In a bold move, Javier leans closer to you, holding your face in his hands, nose-to-nose. 

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m a different person now.” - his voice is a warm and urgent whisper. - “I’m not gonna hurt you, cariño.”

You closed your eyes and smelled his perfume, relaxing a little. You can practically feel the heat coming off of his body as he leaned into you, his cologne making your eyes feel heavy. You realized how close he is and the feeling sets your skin on fire.

His breath against your neck makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the smell of his scent and how tense the air between you two are. 

Javier leans even closer until his lips are brushing against your neck….

“Javi, what are you doing?” - I murmured, melting under him.

His lips lingered on your neck for a moment, before he pulled back just slightly and whimpered back.

"What does it look like I'm trying to do?" - His voice is deep and rough, the heat from his breath sending chills down your spine.

“Distracting me from my anger…” - your voice barely goes out your throat.

The warmth of his breath sends goosebumps all over your body and it's nearly impossible to think straight. The way he's looking at you drives you crazy and you feel your heart beating even faster than before. 

He leans in just a little bit more, his lips just barely touching your neck. 

"Is it working?" - He kept his voice low and sexy.

“Yeah…”

The sexual tension only grew as your bodies remained close together, the smell of his scent getting stronger and your heart beating a mile a minute. He got even closer again, his lips grazing the skin of your neck. It makes you shudder and all of that anger and tension begins to subside, slowly giving way to something else that was far more pleasurable.

“Javi... Stop teasing me…”

Javier pulls back just slightly, meeting your eyes. You saw the desire in his eyes as he stared at you.

"Why would I stop?" - he asks softly, his lips curling into a smug smile.

“Because I need you, Javi…” - You purr.

"Need me? You sure about that?" - His smile widened as he closed the gap between you two again. His lips were just inches from yours as the heat between you grew hotter and hotter. His lips land right on the corner of yours, just a quick tease before they part again. 

“Oh, Javi... Don't be mean…”

Javier’s expression turned into falsely apologetic: he wanted to tease you. He took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly before pausing in front of your lips. 

“I just need to know, if I kiss you right now, will that make you stop being mad?” - he teased again.

“Why don't you give it a shot?” - you provoked him.

Javier leaned in and finally brushed his lips against yours, his lips are firm but soft as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. His kiss is passionate and gentle, his touch warm and comforting. Your bodies moved together, your arms wrapping around each other and your lips pressed against each other for a long time. 

The kiss intensified as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. Your passion is uncontrollable and the feeling of his touch made you shiver. 

You feel as though you could lose yourself if he never let you go. 

Your fingers explored every inch of his body just like him explored yours, Javier cursed the minute you decided to wear pants that morning.

It isn’t long before your bodies are tangled in each other and the heat between you is so hot it could almost be considered unbearable.

Javi hugged you tight, and whispered: “Don’t worry, cariño. I’m gonna protect you from him.” - he promised. 

You slightly push Javi, to look at him.

“Peña, I can take care of myself and I know what Ben is capable of… But are you?”

“Of course I a-am,yo-you told me he was a cheating bastard when you were drunk a-and…” - he responded, but his tone was a bit shaky. - “He-he wants you back!”

“Peña, what are you hiding from me?” - you ask, pissed off, taking a step back now. - “Don’t play the jealousy card anymore! You also saw as a threat!”

“Cariño, por favor…”

“Don’t ‘cariño’ me, Peña! Tell me the truth!” - you screamed. - “You’re not gonna spanish your way out!”

Javier closed his eyes, frowning his forehead. 

“I talked to an old pal in NYC about your ex. I know you arrested him for…”

You didn’t want to hear the rest. You stormed out of your office to the archive file, to hide, as you did in the old days in NYC.

Ben was out and knew where you were. You and your family were in danger.

Javier knew about your ex, his cheating and his crimes.

You needed to talk to Javier too.

He wasn’t the only one hiding things.

“What a fucking hypocrate.” - you mocked yourself.

Next

[kavehnanginto]

so what?— alhaitham

cw: insecurities, binge eating, depression, comfort, weight gain, angst, body dysmorphia… please tell if I need more to add

wc: 600+ (kinda short)

synopsis: after a depressing turn of events you turn to eating and your body reacts to this change and as you put on more weight and saw the changes it shattered your self-esteem as if it hadn’t already reached rock bottom… good thing there was someone there to tell you how fucking bullshit your mind is remind you are the most beautiful thing in the world.

The week went terribly. Now all alone in the bed munching on hot pots, with no clue in the world. But when you saw the clock you shot yourself to dress formally as Alhaitham offered to take you out. He had known about all this isolation, going in your place everyday and talking even if it felt like he was talking to himself. He always brought your favorite snacks, left untouched, not until he left. You never wanted him to see you that way, a monster—hideous and ugly when you were eating and maybe even when you weren’t.

As you finally zipped your outfit, it felt like you couldn't breathe. Once your favorite turned into something you barely fit in you can’t help but remember how you came to this. You should’ve starved that pain away! But now you have become this big monster that even Alhaitham will be disgusted at. Time passed and you were now wet with tears, you didn't know you still had some, completely defeated with yourself.

He was worried.

Extremely.

With your situation he can’t take it to open the door and trespass inside your house. Screaming your name and no reply, he feared the worst. He searched everywhere to find you, every corner, every hiding spot. Somewhere… you…

“Please be here…” he knew he was met with nothing but an echo, but he still pleaded. “I’ll do anything, please.”

He was not one for words, if the scholars he worked with heard of this they would be beyond flabbergasted. But he loved you, his system built with all that logic caged a heart full of love. You were his everything. He gave you time to isolate and heal, afraid that his words may hurt you, may worsen your state. He regretted it, he should have been there with his eye on you all the time. None of this could’ve ever happened if he was always with you.

All thought became meaningless when he heard soft sobs upstairs. His thoughts ran with him, and it too was scared and desperate.

Relief washed over him when he saw you in one piece. He forgot about everything when all he saw was sadness in your eyes. He kneeled before you caressed your cheek. You dare not resist the heat of his palm, it was welcomed.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” he begged. “I'm here love, please rely on me.”

Ruled by emotion you embraced him tightly, feeling comfort your body begged to have for days. He soothed you, kissed you and made you feel safe. You were scared with nothing but your own self, but feeling this love you can’t help but be tranquil. You can’t explain your current state, but when he noticed that confining dress he liked to see you in. He knew.

“I'm a monster,” you broke the silence. “I can’t just hate myself, in this form I despise it—”

He shut your mouth with a kiss. You are beautiful. He knows how you look from every angle: a masterpiece. Kusanali herself carved your face and molded your body. And here you were crying for not fitting these useless clothes?!? He told you such and it made you laugh to see his anger.

“So what if you gained weight, it won't change that angel like beauty you always had, and that shall forever remain.” he solemnly reminded you.

You buried your face in his neck as he kissed the side of your head, arms on your back.

“Ya Hayati,” he cooed. “Let’s get out of this dump and buy you nice clothes.”

You nodded with your plump cheeks that Alhaitham can never dare refuse.

Maybe if you used his eyes as your mirror, you would see how beautiful you truly are.

I still hate my writing, this is short btw because i just thought of it.

Ya Hayati = my life

[lurkingiurking]

Libra who lied & Sagittarius who betrayed his best friend.

Cw // grief & death, misgendering, implied Mpreg.

Italics - flashback

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Queen Heeseung lied, all the happy faces he put were only masks for shows. He lived in a show, and he's the main character on the stage. Heeseung was married to the throne, to the next King of Athurene.

But his heart, wasn't with his perfect husband, his heart was buried 6ft under. 17 years ago.

King Sunghoon lied too. Just like Heeseung, he was part of the show. He played his role well but again, he lied. He buried his lie 6ft under.

He buried his best friend 6ft under, with Heeseung's heart. 17 years ago.

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"Sunooㅡ"

"Shush! Let's go!"

Heeseung giggles as he tip-toes around the castle, following his childhood friend, knight Sunoo. They sneak out of the castle ignoring Heeseung's maids running around looking for him.

Heeseung always loves the fifth day of the week in summer, because Sunoo will be back from his post and take him out to see the night market. It's their small routine, and he doesn't understand why his maids are always losing their minds over that.

"Do you know what they will have tonight?" Sunoo asked, pulling the hood over the older's head and smiled when Heeseung just looked at him with a questioning look.

"Puppet show!"

Heeseung face lights up.

Heeseung smiles to himself, remembering that piece of memory. Sunoo was a silly goose, he would do anything just to make Heeseung smile and laugh. Even after all this time. Even when he's no longer around. Even when he's only a mere memory in Heeseung's life.

"Your highness, Your daughter is requesting to meet you"

He was pulled away from his trace and looked at his butler and smiled.

"Let her in, Riki..."

"Princess Minjiㅡ"

Before his butler can say anything, his daughter burst into his reading room pouting, in her knight uniform. Heeseung smiled, hoping it would hide that his heart clenched when he saw the uniform.

"PAPII..."

"My heart my darling, no swords in my room remember?" He said giggling, and Minji giggled as well, putting aside her sword, Riki took the sword and walked out to store it in a safe place, While Minji ran into his papi's arms.

Heeseung lied a lot, but the love he has for his daughter is true. Whenever Minji is around, the atmosphere turned warm and welcoming. She's definitely Heeseung's daughter, even with Sunghoon's face.

Heeseung sometimes giggles remembering when Minji is younger she hates to be called 'Sunghoons Mini' because he wants to look like his papi more.

Heeseung has so many masks, a queen, a mom, a wife, a war / battle strategist, a nurse, a care taker, a teacherㅡ he forgot his real face. Because no matter what mask he wears, no matter what laughter he had on, it will never beat the laugh he had during all the time he was with Sunoo. His first love, and only Minji can remind him of his true laughter.

The laughter he thought he lost, when Sunoo was buried 6ft under. He love Sunghoon, really. But he was not the one his heart longing for.

What can he say? The show must go on.

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"Duke Lee's Son Heeseung, is a carrier."

Sunghoon's blood runs cold. One of his best friends is a carrier. Heeseung from The house of Lee is a Carrier.

Sunghoon, Sunoo and Heeseung are an inseparable trio since they were kids. Heeseung was weak growing up so the other two unconsciously took the role of his protectors and it wasn't a secret that Sunoo actually fancy Heeseung, he was so obvious it became a public secret.

Sunghoon was better at concealing his feelings. Raised in a royal family required him to have a neutral expression almost all the time.

"I arranged a meeting. He was born under Libra and you were born under Sagittarius. You guys match made in heaven basically" The Queen basically giggled when she said that.

But what Sunghoon has in his head are thunderstorms.

"Your highness, the Queen requested you to the dining room" Jungwon said, bowing.

Sunghoon looks up and his heart clenched. Jungwon looks almost identical to his older brother, like this. Wearing his Uniform and all. He's literally 'little Sunoo'. Even when Jungwon's existence somehow screamed at him of what he did in the past, he can't just let the knight go.

"Your highness?"

"Oh yes, Jungwon... I'll be there, and you're dismissed"

Jungwon smiles and bows once again.

"Thank you, your highness"

"Jungwon, what did I tell you? Don't call me 'your Highness' when there's only us, I'm your older brother somehow" Sunghoon sighs looking at the younger, who just beamed at him.

"Well old habits die hard, you know? Your highness" he giggled before running out the room because he was again dismissed by the king playfully.

After all he promised Sunoo that Jungwon is also his little brother.

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"My Queen"

Heeseung looks up and smiles at Sunghoon who playfully bows at her.

"Oh Silly.Love, Come here and try this."

Heeseung was practically flying around the dining room with all the plates he prepared. Heeseung loves baking, and there'll be times when he just wants to bake for the whole palace, and this time maybe the whole kingdom.

"A Feast, I see." He said smiling when Minji walked in with a happy squeal and ran towards her papi.

Sunghoon unconsciously held his breath. What a sight, what a beautiful sight. His Queen being a perfect queen for his kingdom and perfect mom for their daughter.

this sight was supposed to be Sunoo's.

Sunghoon shakes the guilt right away when Minji turns around and looks at him.

"Father come here! Hurry"

"Coming, darling dear"

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ㅡ 17 Years ago.

"Once this war is over. I'll ask for Heeseung's hand" Sunoo smiles.

"Oh... Really?" Sunghoon stiffened.

"Hm, don't you think we'll make a goodㅡ"

"Sunㅡ"

Sunoo didn't get to finish his words and Sunghoon didn't get to say he wanted to tell when a soldier ran towards them screaming.

"YOUR HIGHNESS! SIR SUNOO AN AMBUSH"

Without saying anything they're immediately in a battle mode grabbing their swords and running head first towards the battle.

It was a slow motion in Sunghoon's eyes. Sunghoon and Sunoo who usually fight by each other side are now separated by a few metres, an opposing soldier was about to attack Sunoo from his backㅡ

Sunghoon has time, he has time to stop the attack. He could block it or he could warn Sunoo About it.

But he didn't.

If Sunoo died in battle, Heeseung will be his. Right?

He let his sword fall and watched how the other soldier sword went through his best friend's chestㅡ it was too late when he come into his sense that it was his best friend who fall down to his knees. The next thing he knows is that he let out a bloodcurdling scream, screaming his best name.

"SUNOOO!!!!"

Fin ㅡ

[blametheeditor]

Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 7

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up

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Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of tracking someone down. Mentions of teasing about being in a relationship when not.

Neeeeeearly forgot to queue the Jeremy

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They're not-t-t here. Th-they're not here.

Jeremy finds himself watching Mike uncomprehendingly as the man stares up at Freddy, the animatronic standing barely two feet away in the cramped office. A distance that before was much too short for him to not panic at, but now he's come to associate with safety after the reaction to being told what kind of monster tracked him here. He feels relieved when it was immediately understood what kept him sprinting for who knows how long.

How did it f-f-fin-nd me!

Jeremy forces himself to take deep breaths, watching Mike's blue eyes that have been full of nothing but kindness to keep him steady. Someone who didn't shove him away when he sounded insane, or make fun of how the animatronics made him want to run and never come back. The man has been a bit crude, and the nicknames are interesting, but there's been nothing but friendship offered toward him.

Well, there was friendship.

If he's learned nothing else, it's how to read the room. And the restaurant owner doesn't seem as fond of Jeremy as before.

What did you do this time?

"Mi-"

"How. The fuck. Do you know his last name," Mike demands, refusing to look at him tucked away in the corner. Looking more like the man who wanted to break a desk in half, and less like the one who handed him a first-aid kit.

What did he do?

Jeremy takes one last deep breath as he forces himself to stand up. He needs to remember Freddy doesn't want it inside, either. He's just as worried about what it's capable of. He's safe...for now.

"The system will give me the full names of people they recognize-"

"-which are all wanted criminals or assholes breaking parole," Mike growls. "What the hell is he listed in there for, and why didn't you tell me!"

"It also recognizes former employees."

It takes the shortest in the room another minute before he finally pieces together why being addressed as 'Mr. Fitzgerald' had done more than make him jump because he'd rather not be affiliated with the title.

He can't remember all the details about the animatronics linked to the Fazbear franchise from the stories he was told, but something about a facial recognition immediately comes to mind with the description being given over a 'system'. So that means, if he only gave his first name, and then something with the technology to pull up the rest of his record, someone who knows where that comes from would've become suspicious by the sounds of it mostly dealing with safety via law enforcement.

A.K.A. the owner of a Fazbear restaurant. A.K.A. Mike.

Before he can properly yell about definitely not being a criminal except for maybe from a few hours ago in which he had good reason, his brain then allows the most important piece to click into place. The whole part about him potentially being a former employee.

Should I give them credit even though they're wrong?

Mike finally looks over at him and Jeremy doesn't hide the full body flinch at how angry the taller is. "Are you a spy for Henry?"

"Who- NO! Look, I-I need to explain a few things, but I promise I'm not a spy!"

A glance at Freddy and the bear only looks at him with curiosity, but no tips to help him read Mike's reaction. That being absolutely nothing but the still terrifying glare.

"Mr. Perfect doesn't seem like he pays well, anyway."

There's not even a hint of a smile. "Spill it, Not A Criminal."

It's a 50/50 chance he's getting tossed out with no mercy.

"I-I've never been an employee," Jeremy states. More like pleads, please don't throw him out. "My...dad was, though. I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald Jr. I've seen his high school photos and we actually look identical, so I'm not surprised I managed to pop up."

"When the hell was this?"

"You, uh, remember the restaurant that was open back in, like, '87?"

Mike suddenly whirls on Freddy at the information. And this time when the shorter flinches because he thought for sure something was going to happen, he feels a gentle kick of friendship at his shoe.

He's been forgiven. Holy hay he's been forgiven.

"Fazfuck," the man begins, voice dripping with amusement. "You're telling me this twelve year old made you think he's the same bastard we hired a decade ago."

Honestly it's a little fun- "Hey!"

"I did not," Freddy rumbles. "I am well aware that humans can look similar, if not copies of each other when they're related."

"I think he forgot humans can age."

"I think you're right, Jer."

The bear doesn't raise to the bait. If anything, he sounds almost desperate as his voice lowers as low as his ears. "Now that you're fully informed that your companion isn't an escaped criminal, I need us back on track, Michael."

Jeremy feels his heart skip a beat at the reminder of how close he is to something worse than death held behind nothing but a steel door. A statement of it being protected by magic charms won't calm him, either, because he swears they also possess magic after managing to track him down this far. Actually, it's a miracle the young man is even standing. Not with how many miles he ran on legs that aren't built for something like that.

Truthfully he should've crashed to the ground forever ago. From not eating in 24 hours. Not sleeping in 48. Running his body ragged and even now only managing to stay standing from pure adrenaline.

Mike folds his arms and nods. "What's chasing him?"

"We were Mr. Emily's first animatronics, but we're not the only ones." Freddy glances toward Jeremy's trembling figure and doesn't hesitate to offer a paw to immediately be taken. "I won't get into unnecessary details. But Jeremy's father worked where our successors called the toys entertained."

"And these toys...are hunting him. Like you did."

Jeremy admits he quickly files the question he's been wanting to ask as answered, but his attention is locked on the paw suddenly start to shake as Mike's stared at with so much intensity an eyebrow is raised.

He is never betting against the man if the opportunity ever comes up.

"Not like us. Michael, we were rational with our killing," and that's another question answered. "I made sure everyone that walked through that door at midnight deserved it. The toys don't care."

"ToyFreddy's been really stubborn lately, always trying to drain my flashlight."

"You didn't know a few dumbasses like me made it in the line up."

"Did you know I secretly adore BalloonBoy's laugh even when he tries to steal my batteries? Everyone says it's annoying, but it's so infectious!"

"They don't care who works the night shift. If you told them the teenager behind the cameras wasn't out of high school yet, that poor child wouldn't be spared."

"You know, I've noticed that ToyFoxy doesn't really appear anymore."

"I want to talk to them-"

"NO!" Jeremy screams, louder than Freddy. Louder than the painful memory threatening to surface with the others. So loud he manages to make Mike stare at him with concern.

"Jer-"

"W-W-We are not talking ab-bout this. You should listen to F-Fredri- Freddy," the shorter breathes. Begs the man to not let himself get killed. All because he led those things here.

He sees the start of an argument, but Jeremy feels himself start to fall forward, wincing with the knowledge he'll slam into the hard ground.

Well, he would've, if the arms he grabbed to emphasize the importance of staying away from them hadn't immediately caught him with a soft "I've gotchya, Jer."

Jeremy attempts to find feeling in his legs and stand up, only to flop completely on the taller as his muscles decide he's already pushed himself over the limit.

"S-Sorry."

"Don't worry, Parts And Nervous," Mike smirks. The man grunts with effort to keep them both standing at the sudden weight but he doesn't ask Freddy for support as he drapes an arm over his shoulder. "I said you looked like hell, and two band-aid's aren't doing shit. Besides, I've got a cot in the back room. You don't mind sharing with your boyfriend, right?"

He shakes his head weakly because Mike doesn't look any better than he does. Something that's quickly proven as the first step taken nearly ends with both of them face-planting on hard tile.

"Fuck!"

"I've got you, Michael."

He doesn't know how they got to the room, how much time it took to get them situated so the shared blanket covers both of them, but the next thing Jeremy knows is he's back to back with Mike and grey eyes unable to stay open as Freddy ruffles a few chunks of dirt out of his curls.

"Pr'mise."

"What, Jer?"

"You don't, toys..."

Jeremy pauses as he feels the man tense up. They might've only just met, but he knows any attempt to tell him not to do something will end up with being done secretly behind their back. He'll be the one that gets his friend at best, murdered, and at worse...

He'll regret not finding a better compromise when he wakes up. "Alone."

"...I promise."

Prologue  |  Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8  

[mcu-coworkers]

Lovers and friends

Summary: From friends to lovers all thanks to Obi-wan ;)

Parings: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Word count:3,594

A/n:Thought of this one out of the blue last night while watching clone wars and  I   had to get it down before it left my mind! Fair warning  I   will be spam posting fics very soon so you might see a lot of me unlike this past week lol!  Thank you guys for reading hope you like it!xx

(not my gif :))

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To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life.

Anakin had asked you to meet him in his room because he had something very ‘Important’ to tell you that he’d been hiding for quite some time.

Your heart jumped as soon as he said those words.

He was your bestfriend and you don't know when it happened but you began to see him as more.

Scared of what your feelings would do, you kept them hidden in fear of rejection.

This was almost 4 years ago and now you were on your way to his room too scared to allow yourself to hope he was actually going to confess he felt the same.

Standing in front of his door you fixed yourself a little before knocking.

“Hey there babycakes come in, quick.” he said, pulling you in and shutting the door.

The stupid nicknames he gave you never failed to make you smile.

“So what is it that you’ve been hiding from me for months? I'm insulted by the way.” you said jokingly really your heart was pounding.

“ I‘ll tell you but swear to me you wont tell a soul.” he said in a serious tone.

Dropping your smile you looked at him and took his hand, “Ani when have  I   ever betrayed you.” you said looking into his eyes.

Smiling at you once more he felt relieved, “Well,  I   know it's not allowed by the Jedi order to have attachments but,” he paused and your heart was about to burst in happiness, this was it.

“Padme and  I  , we’re together now, we have been for some months actually.” he finished smiling, watching you for any signs of a reaction.

You stayed still as you felt your heart break into a million pieces,  if you hadn't known how to hide your feelings so well you might have lost it then and there.

“Y/n? Say something please?” he asked after a while.

“ I   uh  I   don't know what to say,” you paused trying to put on your best front for him.

“Aren't you at least happy for us?” he asked, worried you’d turn against him.

Us. And there it was the missing piece to the blade he’d stabbed into your heart.

It wasn't Anakin and y/n ‘Us’, it was Padme and Anakin ‘Us.’

You felt extremely sick and needed to get out of there and far away from him.

“Of course,  your happiness makes me happy Anakin, don't worry your secret's safe with me.” you said pulling your hands away from him and bee lining it for the door.

“Where are you going? It's Friday, Breakfast at Barbs?” he asked as he tried to take your hand once more but you quickly dodged it.

“Gonna need a rain check, Yoda asked to see me before coming here. Bye Anakin.” you said quickly before walking out.

Saddened by your rejection of your tradition Anakin let you go not knowing what to do with himself, you never rainchecked him.

As soon as you were out of sight you ran, hand covering your mouth to hold in your sobs until you reached your room where you were finally able to let it all out.

For the rest of the day Anakin hoped to ‘bump’ into you and talk but to no avail he found you nowhere.

He wouldn't have either way, you spent the rest of the day trying to piece your heart back together  as best you could before you had to come out of your room.

Deciding to do some meditation you allowed the light to embrace you feeling its warmth and just for a second you forgot about the day you thought would be one of the best but actually turned out to be the worst.

Sighing, you opened your eyes.

It was no use it all came back as soon as you opened your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door.

“Y/n it's me, Obi-wan.” Obi-wan said quickly you relax.

Opening the door you hoped your puffy face didn't give anything away.

Taking in your sad features his heart went out to you.

“Good evening master, how can  I   help you?” you said making him smile, even in your lowest moments you were still respectful.

“ I   just wanted to check on you, something strange happened today and it worried me.” he said nodding, asking if he could come in.

Stepping aside you let him in, “Is everything alright Master?” you asked worriedly. Missing a day sometimes meant a lot more than expected.

“Not to worry Y/n, the council is fine, it's Anakin  I  ‘m worried about.” he said as he took a seat out on your balcony he wanted you to get some fresh air.

“Anakin?” you asked confused.

“He asked me if  I‘d seen you today, usually you two are attached by the hip. Is there something going on?” he asked with concern evident on his face.

Sighing you looked down, “Just didn't feel like myself  is all,  I  ‘ll be back tomorrow master.” you said.

“Y/n,  I   came here as a friend not a master, what did he do?” he asked and finally your character broke.

“It’s me Obi, it’s my fault  I   fell for him and  I   can't pull myself back up anymore.” you said burying your face in your hands.

“ I   know Y/n,  I‘ve always known.” he said smiling softly, he had always imagined you and Anakin ending up together.

He saw the way you looked at him, but the way he looked at you was even more intense so when he saw your sadness he was confused.

“Well, he doesn't feel the same way he made it very clear today.” you said looking down at your hands.

Sighing Obi-wan wanted to know more but decided he had already pushed you enough.

“Well, if  I   can help you feel better in any way you let me know,  I   want to help you Y/n, you may not be my Padawan but you are my friend.” he said as he took your hand.

Holding onto his hand you looked him in the eyes and hoped he’d agree, “ Keep him busy and away from me, please?” you saw hesitation in his eyes.

“At Least until  I   can overcome this, have my back?” you asked again.

Finally he agreed, he didn't know how he’d get his stubborn Padawan to listen but he’d try for you.

“ I   will do my best, Y/n but please do come to me if you need a shoulder to lean on. I am always here.” he said smiling at you one last time before leaving your room.

His words brought you a bit of peace and hope that tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, all you had to do was get through the day.

Anakin woke up bright and early hoping he could sneak you away for the day and spend time together since he missed you yesterday.

Just as he was about to head in your direction he stopped, “Anakin there you are, walk with me.” Obi-wan said, walking in the opposite direction.

Sighing, Anakin stood in place, “Um master, actually  I   was hoping  I   could find Y/n?” he said hoping he’d give him a break.

“No need Anakin, she's gone.” Obi-wan said as he continued to walk knowing Anakin was now following him.

“G-gone? Where did she go? Is she alright we need to go get her.” he said immediately walking towards the landing bay worried about your wellbeing.

Smiling Obi-wan chuckled, how could he not realize his feelings?

“It's alright Anakin she’s fine and on a mission with Plo Koon they won't be back anytime soon.” he said as he watched Anakin's face shift from worry to disappointment.

“Oh, well alright, any date of return?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Maybe a week or so depends on how the mission proceeds.” Obi-wan said as he began to walk again.

Anakin felt a pit in his stomach, a week? You’d never been apart for that long before it was already driving him insane.

“Everything alright Anakin?” Obi-wan asked as he watched him begin to fidget with his cloak.

“Yes, Master it's just we were supposed to go to Barbs yesterday but we didn't and  I   thought we would do that today is all  I  ‘m sure everythings fine.” he said with a small smile.

Obi-wan felt terrible for keeping him away from you, but if it's what you wanted, he’d try.

Over the course of the week Anakin sent you messages to which you replied with one worded answers, occasionally two.

He began seeing Padme less and less and when he did all he did was talk about how you’d become so distant.

He spent more time sulking in the temple zoning out on your empty seat during mission briefings and meditations with the council.

He missed his silly best friend that never hesitated to make him smile, up until this point you hadn't answered not one of his calls.

He missed your voice.

The way you’d smile at his side comments during briefings, how you got excited for him everytime he was in the good graces of the council.

Overall, he missed the way you understood him, everyone saw him as an arrogant asshole who got privileges because he was brought in as the ‘chosen one.’

But not you, you saw him as Anakin and he loved you for it.

Suddenly he froze, he hadn't ever dared to have  said  it outloud.

Afraid of rejection and losing you all together he hid his feelings and tried to fall for Padme, she was beautiful, kind and had endless good qualities.

And for a second he thought it could work.

Now he didn't know so much, all he knew was that he needed you back by his side. He was losing his mind.

Deciding to see if his master had any good news for him he went to the briefing room where the council had been speaking to Plo Koon and possibly you.

Walking in he searched for his master but was quickly distracted when his eyes met your hologram figure.

“Y/n!” he said, excited he finally got to see you.

You looked beautiful and he knew the hologram didn't do your beauty any justice.

Looking over your shoulder you turned around and smiled, “Hey Skywalker, glad you could join us.” you said honestly.

Even though you’d asked for space you still missed him, it was nice to see him happy.

For a second you thought, He was happy because of Padme not you.

Cringing at the thought you turned back around and continued listening to Master Koon.

Just as the meeting was about to end you gave Anakin one last glance as you ended the call quickly before he could get another word in.

Sighing Anakin felt defeated, he wished he had more time.

“Everything alright Anakin?” Obi-wan asked, secretly he hoped he’d finally confess his feelings and you too would finally get together but for now he’d just do his part.

“Yes, Master she looks to be doing great.” he said, she looks even more beautiful he thought to himself.

God did he long for her touch.

“ I‘d hope so,  they delivered good news, they are on the way back now they should be back soon.” Obi-wan said, smiling as his dear friend pirked up and smiled again.

“Really? Well that's wonderful, Barbs is waiting for us.” he said excitedly finally he was getting you back.

That night Padme called him and to no avail the conversation almost instantly turned about you annoying her once more.

“Ani, is there ever anything else you want to talk about?” she asked over this conversation.

“What? No, she's my best friend and  I   haven't seen her in a long time.” he said defensively.

“You haven't seen me for even longer, don't you miss me too?” she asked, starting to sound annoyed.

“Of course  I   do, but Obi-wans been keeping me busy and Y/n has actually been away and we haven't spoken. I miss my best friend.” he admitted.

“You are unbelievable Anakin, I'm your girlfriend! Treat me like it for once.” she exclaimed.

“Padme-” he began but before he got further she cut him off.

“I've had enough Anakin,  I   don't know what changed but you need to make a choice. Me or her.” Padme demanded.

“Tomorrow if you don't meet me at my place for dinner then  I  ‘ll know.” she said before she hung up.

Sighing, Anakin laid in his bed and contemplated how he got to this point.

He sent out one last text before getting ready for bed.

Anicakes: Goodnight babycakes, hope  I   wake up to that pretty smile tomorrow :)

Just as he was trying to get comfortable he heard a notification ding  causing him to almost jump out of bed.

Babycakes: In your dreams Skywalker, Goodnight ;)

Smiling, he laid back on his bed and read the message over and over again, finally.

That night Anakin felt like he got the best sleep of his life after finally feeling like he had some part of you back.

Waking up he got ready as fast as he could and made sure he looked his best before you.

Padme's words did cross his mind for a split second before he walked out the door and on his way to find you.

Turning a corner Anakin froze in place when he saw you speaking to Master windu.

Smiling widely he noticed you were sunkissed and radiant all over, just beautiful.

As he was preparing to beeline his way towards you he was interrupted by his Master.

Frowning in confusion he turned to Obi-wan, “Anakin you are up early today, looks like we have time for some training, with me.” he said, beginning to walk away.

Internally cursing himself Anakin followed behind his Master looking back one last time to meet eyes with you.

Sending him a small smile you waved before you were pulled into the other direction with the rest of the council.

The small action made Anakin smile and encouraged him to wait a little longer.

After training with Obi-wan he was told there would be a debriefing on your mission so that's where he headed to next.

Looking through the numerous heads he finally found you in the crowd and smiled.

“Y/n!” he said loudly, making the entire room turn towards him and then you.

Smiling you were happy to see him, your chest still felt that painful sensation every time you got the reminder of him and Padme.

“Hey there Skywalker ooph-” you said as he practically took the air out of you when he picked you up.

You had missed his hugs so much.

Resting your head on his shoulder you smiled, the familiar warmth bringing butterflies to your stomach.

“God  I   missed you, babycakes don't ever leave for that long again.” he said, taking in that familiar scent whilst your touch brought chills down his spine.

Before you could answer Plo Koon began the debriefing so you went to stand behind him as you’d been chosen to join him.

Usually you would sit beside Anakin and listen to his little jokes but you still needed space.

You could feel his stare on you as you tried to focus on Plo Koon but god did he make it hard.

Thankfully it was over and you went over to speak with Obi-wan.

“Master Kenobi, would you have a moment to speak in private please?” you asked quickly before Anakin could interject.

“Of course we can speak freely in the meditation room.” he said looking around before pulling you away.

Anakin watched from a distance as Obi-wan rested his hand on your back and looked around before guiding you out of the room.

Glaring in his direction he decided to follow you both and find out what was going on.

As he followed you he began to notice Obi-wan's strange behavior when it came to you.

Not allowing Anakin to speak to you, pulling him to do stupid tasks when your were around, and now taking you to the meditation room?

He couldn't believe it, his master and his girl.

The doors closed and you were both out of his sight which angered Anakin even more.

Deciding he’d had enough Anakin stormed off and decided he’d wait for you in your room until you got back.

He needed to hear it from you first if you and Obi-wan were truly seeing each other.

It felt like hours had gone by and the sun started to set by the time you finally got back to your room.

After your conversation with Obi-wan you were pulled away by the council to be congratulated on a successful mission.

Usually you heard about these through Anakin so experiencing it first hand you couldn't be happier to be recognized by the council.

Walking back to your room you actually felt happy for once since last week.

That was until you found a moody Anakin in your room.

Quickly he used the force to close the door and lock it making you jump away from it.

“Have you been ditching me for Obi-wan? Is there something  I   should know, Y/n.” he said standing from your bed.

“What? Anakin Obi-wan is a member of the council and your master why would-” you tried to argue but he quickly cut you off.

“Cut the bullshit,  I   saw him take you away and to the meditation room. What were you two doing?” he said, standing very close to you.

Confused, you suddenly realized, “Were you following us?” you asked, slightly surprised by his actions.

If you didn't know any better you’d think he was jealous.

“Stop avoiding my question and answer me y/n what were you two doing in there?” he asked in a demanding tone.

Your hands began to shake, how were you supposed to tell him you were in there trying to piece your heart back together after he broke all the pieces.

“Do you, do you love him? Is that why?” Anakin asked in a whisper scared of what the truth could bring.

“He’s not the one  I   love Anakin.” you whispered, closing your eyes as you looked down avoiding his gaze as best as you could.

“Then who? Tell me you know you can talk to me.” he said, feeling his heart begin to break apart.

You loved someone.

“No Anakin actually  I   can't,  I   can’t talk to you because your with Padme and  I  ‘m stuck as the best friend whos hopelessly in love with you.” you finally yelled out.

“And  I‘m trying,  I‘m trying to get over this. I asked Obi-wan for help, that's all but you wont even let me do that.” you said walking away from him.

He froze in place taking in what you just said. You loved him.

The longer he stayed quiet the longer you’d felt you ruined what was left of your friendship.

“You should go.” you said as you played with the random objects on your desk trying to hold in the tears that threatened to fall at his rejection.

“No.” Was all he said before he turned you around and kissed you.

Anakin was kissing you.

Pulling away you looked up at him almost as if you had to make sure this was real.

“ I‘m sorry  I‘m an idiot.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“But Padme.” you said, still a little stunned.

“We broke up.” was all he said, it was well past that dinner time but even then Anakin never had a choice to make, it was always you.

“ I‘m sorry.” You said, feeling terrible.

“Don't be she saw my feelings for you before  I   did, she just helped me make that last jump.” he said smiling, even now you were still worried for others.

Caressing your face he pulled you in for another kiss and this time you didn't pull away.

You allowed yourself to fall into Anakin completely and hopelessly at his mercy.

Pulling away he chuckled, “You know  I   came here with the full intention of kicking my masters ass if he walked in here with you, this is a much better outcome though.” he said holding you tightly.

You laughed, “As entertaining as that might have been, I like this outcome too.” you said, smiling up at him.

“Let's go to bed, babycakes, tomorrow morning we’ll go to Barbs. She probably thinks we’ve gone missing or something.” he said as he pulled you to your bed.

Fixing himself to lay on your chest he held onto you tightly, “Goodnight Ani,  I   love you.” you whispered gently massaging the back of his neck.

Smiling to himself he never thought his heart could feel more full, “Say it again.” he said in his little demanding tone.

“ I   love you.” you repeated grinning.

“Again.” he said once more, holding you even tighter than before.

“Ani you're squishing me!” you said giggling.

“That doesn't sound like an ‘ I   love you’ to me.” he said smiling, running his hands up your sides knowing you were ticklish.

“ I   l-love you Anikin!” You said squirming not being able to control your laughter.

“And  I love you babycakes.” he whispered as he leaned in, kissing you once more before you both actually went to bed.

Anakin was happier than ever, now he had his friend and his lover all in one.

Meanwhile, Obi-wan smiled at himself as he sensed his Padawans happiness through the force.

He knew that meditation room tactic would get him going.

“Another happy ending.” he said as he decided it was time for him to call it a night too.

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[heliads]

Okay, so I didn't think anyone wrote for Hiccup till I saw your Hiccup x norse goddess thing, and I was hoping you could maybe do a part two? Where like, she visits again, but when she arrives, Thor arrives (same personality as MCU Thor), and they're good siblings, but they tease each other and have a sparring match, flexing their magic, and Hiccup and Stoick are just speechless, and Gobber just teases Hiccup with something like "So this is the type of woman you get to have when you're the almighty Dragon Conqueror" thank you in advance!

love the surge in hiccup requests we're having rn

part one / masterlist / part three

True to your word, you stay away from Berk. You’re used to staying alone for centuries, with no company but the relentless wear of the waves and the occasional drowned souls who make their way through to your kingdom in the sea. Each storm-tossed sailor has a story to tell before they go to the land of the dead, and you hear their lives as you always do. You watch the salt water eat away at everything but your stubbornly immortal body, and although it has never troubled you, it does now.

Maybe it’s because you got a little too used to what it was like up there, above the shore. Now that you’ve lived a little, seen rocky coastlines and loved them not for the waters that beat them but the people who walk them, you don’t quite feel the same. Mainly, though, you feel different because you met a boy, and left him.

You can’t seem to stop yourself from thinking about him. Gods aren’t supposed to get attached to mortals, or if they do, they’re supposed to lose interest after a few weeks. It’s been months now, months after you first left your ocean to visit Berk in the first place and months since you left it. Still, you turn your memories of that place over and over in your head, polishing them just as well as any piece of seaglass sparkling on the beaches.

Hiccup thinks about you too, you can tell. The sea dragons whisper to you sometimes, telling you of a boy with dark brown hair hanging in his eyes, who stands at the edge of the cliffline where you’d left and stares into the water for hours, hoping to see a face looking back at him that isn’t his own.

No matter how hard Hiccup searches, though, he never sees you. You’ve made sure of that. Odin only sent you to him as a messenger and questioner, and although he never went to the trouble of warning you away from him, it was implied that you would conduct your business and leave. No one told you what to do when the seas suddenly seemed empty and alone, when instead of exploring every corner of the ocean you only dream of a life up above.

You swore that you wouldn’t go back unless asked, though. Hiccup said that he’d extend an invitation, and about six months later, he does. The letter comes locked away inside a protective shield of rock, a cylinder about the height of a small dagger that’s clearly been chiseled away by hand so as to keep the paper inside safe from the water.

You open it in the relative safety of an air bubble, willing the water away with nothing more than a thought. Your fingers trace the letters, the splashes of ink. Hiccup wants you back, he says. Well, he doesn’t put it quite so plainly.

Instead, he talks to you about the dragons, what he’s seen since you left and what he forgot to mention in the months you spent on his island. Apparently, the same friends who were so easy to judge on your first day won’t stop talking about you. Even Astrid laughs over how quickly she dismissed you, and has been practicing in preparation for the next time you visit.

If you chose to visit, that is. Despite the fact that Hiccup’s gone to the trouble of contacting you, he still seems unwilling to commit to anything, least of all showing the emotion to hope you’ll come again. He doesn’t have to hide anything, though- you can sense it, the yearning melancholy that lingers around Berk. You miss him just as much, and so you make up your mind to go back, just as Hiccup asked.

Before you can embark on your journey, though, a flash of light rippling through your undersea kingdom indicates that a god is about to arrive at your home. Curious, you watch the glowing aura widen into the silhouette of a man. Could Odin have found out about your latest decision and sent someone to stop you? It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, gods visit mortals all the time.

This isn’t Odin, though, it’s your brother. Thor, god of thunder, is considered by many gods to be either a hero or a nuisance, a braggart and a courageous warrior and someone who is dangerous to be around but especially so when he’s worked his way through a few rounds of mead.

To you, he’s all of those combined, plus a friend. You raise an eyebrow at him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Thor grins broadly. “I figured it had been a while since I last saw my favorite sister, and I wanted to change that.”

You laugh. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be picking favorites among any gods. We get offended all the time.”

Thor shrugs. “If anyone attempted to challenge me on it, I would meet them gladly in brutal combat and win.”

You roll your eyes, but do so through a smile. Although you and Thor can seem like complete opposites, it’s good to see him, and you say as much.

Thor nods gravely. “Of course it’s good to see me. We are family, after all.”

You give him a look. “That doesn’t have to mean anything. So, are you just here on a catch-up, or-”

Thor shakes his head dramatically, and shocks of thunder can be heard even down here, miles below the sea line. “No, I’m afraid not. You have seen through me, sister. I heard that you recently went to visit the Dragon Conqueror and I wanted to hear the news.”

A plan is forming in your mind, and you grin at the thought of it. “Actually, Thor, I’ve got something even better. I was planning on paying Berk another visit. Would you want to come with me to check out the Dragon Conqueror for yourself?”

Thor beams ear to ear, brighter than a shock of lightning. “I would like nothing more. I do hope this Dragon Conqueror is up to a challenge.”

You chuckle to yourself. Hiccup’s going to kill you for this. Or think about it, maybe. He’s not enough an idiot to actually attempt to murder an immortal. “Oh, I bet he is.”

A small crowd is awaiting you at the shoreline when you finally walk up from the waves. Hiccup walks quickly to your side, looking happier than you’ve seen him in a while.

“Y/N! I’m glad to see that you could make it.”

He pauses a moment, then confides something in a whisper so no one else can hear it. “I missed you.”

You reach out to touch him gently on the shoulder. “I missed you too.”

And you have. The sea has never felt so lonely, so quiet. Already, even after having been here a mere couple of moments, you feel more alive than you have since you left.

Thunder rumbles overhead, and you smile. “Oh, I forgot to mention something. Would you mind if I bring a guest?”

Hiccup nods slowly. “Sure. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Out of curiosity, who’s coming?”

You tilt your head towards the sky as lightning flashes. “Thor.”

Beside you, Hiccup blanches. “Wait, you mean-”

The rest of his words are drowned out by a crackle of thunder, loud enough to roll across the island and bend the trees from the sheer force of the sound. Moments later, a god is standing beside you, clad in a warrior’s armor and carrying a hammer engraved with intricate symbols, heavy enough to crash through anyone’s skull.

You glance over at him. “Bit dramatic of an entrance, don’t you think?”

Thor scoffs. “You have no sense of the gravity of the situation. I’d say that I was just fine. If anything, it was a little tame.”

Hiccup’s friends have started to come over, attracted by the arrival of an unexpected god. Astrid is trying her best not to seem overly impressed, but her eyes keep going wide.

“Are you-”

Thor nods gravely. “Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, Hlóriði, Scion of Asgard, Wielder of Mjolnir-”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “Alright, alright. They get the point.”

You’re not sure who looks more surprised, the Vikings that you’re able to interrupt Thor so easily or Thor that you’d stop him when he was just getting started.

Hiccup is the first to speak. “Well, Thor, it is an honor to have you on our island.”

Thor just grins. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Visiting mortals is a fun little hobby of mine. Besides, didn’t you conquer dragons or something? I’m a big fan of that.”

Hiccup glances over at you questioningly, and you bite back a grin. “I’m glad the two of you are hitting it off so nicely. Thor, how about we head further into the village? I’m sure there are a few other warriors who would just love to meet you.”

Thor’s face brightens. “An excellent idea. I shall see you there.”

He starts up the path and you follow him, chuckling. You weren’t entirely sure how well this would go, but you’re not sure you mind it. Besides, it’s so good to be back that you’re okay with Thor being dramatic. You’ve barely exchanged a few words with Hiccup, but just being able to see him again is enough for you. Gods aren’t supposed to lose themselves on mortals, but you’re starting to think that it’s a little late for that now.

The other Vikings fall into rank beside you, and you and Astrid start talking about various comings and goings of the world. The two of you quickly became friends despite the mishap of your first visit, and you’re fairly sure that both of you would be glad to move on from it. Besides, Astrid brings news of all the times she’s caught Hiccup moping around waiting for you to return, which thrills you a little more than it should.

Despite your conversation, you can still pick up snatches of whispers behind you. Hiccup and Gobber are talking, and you think they’re talking about you.

Right now, Gobber’s chortling to himself. “Honestly, my boy, I don’t know how you do it. First this business with the dragons, then taking over more leadership roles from your father, and getting people to agree. You’re doing well for yourself.”

Hiccup smiles quietly. “Well, I appreciate your thoughts. It’s been hard, sure, but-”

Gobber elbows him in the side, a gesture that was likely intended to be friendly but ends up shoving Hiccup a few inches to the side. “Oh, it looks good now, doesn’t it? You’ve got Thor on your own doorstep, plus the queen of the seas visiting for fun. So this is the type of woman you get to have when you’re the almighty Dragon Conqueror. Maybe I need to look into doing some of that myself.”

Hiccup’s eyes are wide, and he seems unable to respond. You turn back to Astrid with a grin that hadn’t been there before. Maybe this visit will be more fun than you’d imagined.

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[pcrushinnerd]

A Second Chance

Summary: What happens when Doc Ock returns to his own universe and who he visits.

Basically a sort of gap-filler fic because I didn't like how ??? NWH left the 'saved' villains' fate at the end of the movie.

Warnings: Mention of injuries maybe?? This story will be fairly tame, honestly.

A/N: Doc Ock x reader (Using you/they/them pronouns here, though insert character will have the unisex name of Sam to make things easier on me. lol Apologies if I forgot to switch out a prounoun or two....) Because of this, presume this Doc Ock didn't previously meet and wed Rosie (since I couldn't figure out how to keep her in with this scenario without Otto ultimately seeming like a jerk). Gifffs never mineeeee I'm not that talented....

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Part 1

New York, 2004

The city was shrouded in fog. It lent an ethereal touch to everything, but it was also a bit of a practical double edged sword. A person could hide in the fog, but so could any potential threat.

You hugged a small bag of groceries a bit tighter to yourself as you walked briskly along your seemingly abandoned street.

Seemingly. Seemingly... You couldn't shake the feeling all night that you were being watched. Not an unfamiliar feeling, especially living alone in the city. But it weighed especially heavily on you since the accident.

Thoughts of threats looming in the fog and shadows subsided once you were safely back in your own apartment. You sagged against your closed door, then quickly jumped away when the hard wood pressed against your still-healing back injuries. A piece of metal siding had hit you square in the back and knocked you down during the containment breach. You'd been lucky that nothing had actually been broken, or worse, but there was still plenty of damage.

You plopped the grocery bag onto a counter to your left, before you tossed your keys onto your desk, near your open laptop, the screen since turned to black. You sighed, thinking of the handful of good-enough job listings.

You never would have imagined you'd be job hunting even just a month ago. You were doing what you loved and using your skills toward a good cause. An unlimited source of energy... You should have seen it for what it was: a pipe dream.

You should have also been able to see how your boss's supreme intelligence and driven passion would take him too far under the worst circumstances.

You pushed all these thoughts aside as you moved through your apartment. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes again. You quickly swiped them away, as you entered your darkened bedroom.

You balanced herself against your headboard, as you reached down to pull off your socks, when four metal arms quickly encircled your frame and dragged you backwards into a pair of human ones.

Before you could cry out, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth.

"Shh, Sam-Sam-it's me!"

You slowly relaxed. Better not to fight someone who could easily kill you with just a flick of one of those mechanical arms.

The arms around you loosened and you slipped to the floor. As you scrambled to turn around and look at him, one of the actuators reached behind him to flick on you bedroom light.

"Otto?"

He smiled at you. A gentle smile that had almost been erased by the multiple times you'd seen a more cocksure grin was splashed across newspapers and broadcasts the past several weeks. It was surreal to see him fighting that web-slinging vigilante who had become as much of a unique feature of New York City as the Statue of Liberty or Empire State. Surreal to see him at all with those AI-operated arms outside of the lab setting, when they were just supposed to be part of the renewable energy experiments.

"It's me, dear. Really me."

Your brow wrinkled. What the hell did that mean? "I...I'm not helping you!"

The gentle smile faded into a frown. Without thinking, he started to move towards you, when you cried out again: "I'm not helping you with that damn reactor! Or whatever the hell else you've cooked up the last several weeks!"

His old smile returned, albeit tinged with a bit of sadness. He was back in his own universe, his own time, alright. He had no idea when he initially woke up in a nondescript alleyway in a nondescript block of the city, but once he got his bearings he started heading south, into lower Manhattan, and eventually he found confirmation in three things.

His old lab on the pier. Ruined from the fusion power reaction, appearing as it did before he had lept from through time and space.

Ground Zero. A place still marred by what had happened a few years prior, but also a work in progress. Not the beautiful pools of water and shining, single tower he saw in another time and place.

The Statute of Liberty. She was very much as she always looked to him. Not shrouded in scaffolding and holding aloft the shield and symbol of some hero who didn't (as far as he knew) exist in his time.

As much as possible from the shadows, he'd observed the world around him. He had seen none of the intriguing technology he'd set eyes upon in the other time line. The fashion now appeared much more as he remembered. He neither saw nor heard anything about a "blip," a team of "Avengers," or even talk about a mob Kingpin and his disputed rule over Hell's Kitchen.

No, just a few wild rumors about what "Doc Ock" was up to, since he hadn't been seen in, as you'd said, weeks. Discussion of what his Spider-man, Peter Parker, was up to...but mostly talk of many other things going on in the world. Curious that the spell that apparent...wizard did or undid or whatever hadn't sent him back to the last moment he remembered, just about to step into his semi-ruined lab on the pier.

When he had stepped inside, the reactor was gone. That girl, Mary Jane, was gone. The building had been seemingly restored to what it looked like before the containment breach, but it was...simply filled with crates and boxes storing inconsequential consumer goods and foodstuffs and probably stolen art. Nothing of his dream was there.

He was angry, but he also quickly became disoriented. Developed a migraine, nearly threw up. He settled into a hidden, dusty corner of the building and waiting until he recovered the next day, when he went on the hunt for Spider-man.

Surely he had to be behind all this, somehow.

And he did find Spider-man...sort of.

His mind still reeled from the confirmation he had experienced of a true multiverse. The scientist in him immediately wanted to somehow go back, or go to another timeline, or multiple ones, to somehow be able to study it and its implications.

As it was, once he had helped his--and amazingly, two other--Peter Parkers, he was sent back to his own universe. He found and stepped into the building on the pier, appearing as he remembered it from before--semi-ruined, yet empty of the new reactor he had built. The girl was gone.

It was like his very own Twilight Zone episode. As if everything else that had happened to him hadn't been straight from some sci-fi horror film...

It once again affected him physically, the jaunt between time and space. The return trip had been just as disorienting as the first one, hence his seeking confirmation, upon getting his bearings. But he was back to his world, albeit at a slightly later time.

If was almost as if the "spell," or whatever it was, had mercifully given him some breathing room. Some time for a frenetic city, world, and universe, to turn much of its attention to other things, before his return. Truly, a second chance.

"The reactor is gone. So is the tritium. And so is any interest I have in attempting the experiment again."

You softened a bit at hearing that. There was definitely something significantly different about Otto, though you couldn't quite place it.

"Then...why are you here?" you asked carefully, as you slowly backed up and started to stand up from your position on the floor.

Otto let out a breath. "To make amends."

You canted your head and narrowed your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I have...many people, to make amends to, really, but high on the list is you. I realize that now, that I have-" Otto rubbed the back of his neck, where lay the new inhibitor chip that younger Parker built and installed for him. He chuckled suddenly. "Help, from a very unexpected source."

"Uh huh...." You didn't really know what to make of this. This sudden change in his demeanor could be a ploy to get you to help him. But then where had he been the last several weeks, twiddling his thumbs? Seemed an odd shift for someone who was so driven by seeing his vision come to fruition, that he'd done...well, everything he had done. But also not entirely above the whole mad scientist schtick he had sadly fallen into.

"You don't trust me, and I don't blame you, but I would be remiss if I didn't come to you to apologize... I thought only of achieving my dream, of doing something that would better this world with something that would surely stop so much unnecessary pain and suffering... But then I created so much myself in the process. I was aware that you were hurt during the breach, but the voices-" he stopped short, when he saw the face you made at that word. "The AI," he corrected, "it overrode everything, and I didn't... Well, we both know there's a lot I should and shouldn't have done. I am sorry, my dear."

You didn't notice at first that one of the actuators was close to your face, just about to touch it. You semi-flinched away from it, then felt weirdly felt bad for doing so.

Otto drew back. "I better go."

He walked out of your bedroom, arms and all. You stood, dumbstruck for a moment, unsure what to do.

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" You rushed after him. "I mean, do you have some place to go?"

Otto turned towards you, but his hand remained on your doorknob. He considered your question; a jail cell came to mind. "I suppose I do, in a way..."

You gave an incredulous smirk. "Mmm-hmm. Just like I'm sure you've eaten dinner and taken your blood pressure pill..."

Her old boss chuckled. "You always took better care of me than I did, when we were together, working."

You folded your arms and gave a small shrug. "You get to know someone, after...working together so long." You pressed your lips together. "And you're going to turn yourself in," you stated flatly.

"I should probably simply throw myself into the Hudson river," he locked eyes with you. "But I need to face what I had done, and to...say goodbye."

Your arms fell to your sides. "Goodbye?"

"Once they find the deepest, darkest cell to throw me into, or worse, I presume we won't be able to see each other again."

You swallowed. Looked around your small apartment, with its few decorations and no real knickknacks, No photos or posters on the walls, just a nondescript wall clock, off to one side, ticking away. Just a few bookshelves filled with science books and not much else. The worn though comfortable rug underfoot. The few dishes in your sink that had had been putting off.

"Um... I know it's not much, but you can stay here tonight, at least. Just to get your bearings."

Otto quickly shook his head. "I couldn't do that to you. I shouldn't be here as it is..."

"And yet you are," you retorted. You stepped up to him. "Please just let me...take care of you, one last time."

The man himself and the actuators linked to him looked upon you with awe, appreciation. Uncertainty. Words of advice given to his Peter Parker came back to him unbidden.

"Love shouldn't be kept a secret, dear boy. If you keep something that complicated locked up inside...it can make you sick. Trust me, I should know..."

When had he become such a hypocrite? Otto looked down and away in shame.

"Hey, is that a new inhibitor chip?"

A little trill moved through him at feeling your fingers around the new chip, his saving grace.

"Yes. Gift from a...friend...of sorts."

You looked at him curiously. "Is that where you've been the last several weeks, getting this fixed?"

"Yes... In a manner of speaking."

You sighed. "I wish you'd be less vague. Your directness was something I loved-"

You did a double take, realizing what you said. You coughed. "C'mon, just to settle my mind for tonight-stay."

Otto considered it.

He removed his hand from your front door knob.

"Okay."

...

"Are you-well, can you sleep on a bed?"

"Please don't give up your bed just for me." It would be a lie to say that it wasn't a very tempting offer. Any sleep Otto had been getting lately came in the form of dozing off in his chair in his wrecked lab, or on some random couch of someone he never met. Though, if he were being totally honest, he wasn't exactly sure he would be able to sleep comfortably on a normal bed, either.

"One night on my couch won't kill me."

"It wouldn't kill me, either."

"Doctor..."

"Alright, alright-I know that tone and look well enough not to argue. But if it doesn't," he gestured vaguely around the bed, then to the actuators, "work for u-me, then we're trading places."

You nodded on a sigh. "It's a deal. Now get some rest, please." You had been holding a couple of extra blankets and an extra pillow, which you now set down onto you bed and patted and smoothed down a few times, before heading to your couch in your living room.

"Sam."

You stopped at your bedroom door.

"Thank you...dear."

His former assistant just nodded, before shutting your door to give him some privacy.

The actuators started to chirp and snap at him.

"I know, I know... Just, give me some time to mull over how to say it to them."

...

You woke up to the smell of brewing coffee. It was a strong pot; you smelled it even in your dream, where you and your former boss and colleague were together in the lab, as if everything was normal and there was no fusion reactor or actuators or Spider-man or anything to cause complication and stress.

You smiled, then frowned.

"Is something wrong?" Otto had glanced over as he reached into your fridge for some creamer. "...Other than my still being here?" he added.

"Nothing wrong at all about that," you assured a moment later when he brought out a steaming cup of java for you to take.

"No sugar and half cream," Otto huffed. "Strangest coffee order I ever knew."

A snide remark about it still being better than drinking coffee straight with nothing added, as Otto preferred, came to mind, but you dismissed that thought as you accepted the mug and took a sip.

"But you always make it perfectly."

If the blush that wasn't enough, the actuators tentatively approaching you and opening and closing, and pointing away when you would look at them directly, was probably enough of a tell of how he was feeling.

He sat down tentatively onto your coffee table. He had to give you credit in your choice of furniture-the thing was sturdy enough to support his weight, arms and all.

"I...uh..."

You looked at him expectantly.

"Do you know if Norman Osborn is still alive?"

The thought occurred to him in the middle of the night. Osborn was likely the one soul who could attest to what Otto had been through the last days or weeks, if he had been returned to their universe the same as Otto. The Peter Parker he knew, he recognized instantly-but he could also see that the younger man appeared older, maybe even closer to middle aged, to his own age--so he theorized that his Parker from his time had not been the one with him in that other universe.

"I... what? Why do you ask that?" You started to chuckle in confusion. "He has to be one of Bellvue's most notorious residents."

"Remind me, once again Sam, why he's there."

You thought the choice of topic random, to say the least, but it was an old thing between you two. "Remind me, Sam, why we contracted with that vendor, "Remind me, Sam, why we always keep fresh power cells on hand" "Remind me, Sam, why we switched internet providers last year..." And you would come back with whatever suitable quip. Otto was practical, but his laser-sharp focus was almost always on the subject of his work. You managed the labs, your lives. You supposed it made sense that the finer details of Norman Osborn's life weren't particularly in his purview, even though it had been all over the news.

You sat up straighter on your couch. "Well, he uh... It came out that he was the one on that glider who killed the rest of the Oscorp board. Took his own experimental drug, made him insane." You shook your head.

"I guess he disappeared after trying to kill a bunch of kids in one of those Island Trams, and some girl I think... Showed up days later in his penthouse, confessed everything to Harry. Also saying all this crazy stuff about being in another universe, meeting other Peter Parkers, something about a wizard..." You started to chuckle. Meanwhile, Otto's blood turned cold.

"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't laugh at his...mental illness? I donno, Harry has poured so much money into researching his father's problem, saying it's some transitory thing due to the performance-enhancing drug he'd taken, that it's reversible and his mental state was just a temporary insanity. I guess the doctors treating him almost buy it, if it weren't for the...multiverse stuff he's always talking about. Who knows."

Otto quickly downed the rest of his coffee. "Sam, before I...turn myself in, I need to see him."

"Why?"

"If there's one person who can understand my...unique predicament, it's him."

[illusionsofdreaming]

would it be okay to request headcanons with the main trio from TCF who aren't in a relationship with the (fem) reader yet but they like each other, the guys get hurt or something and the reader is so scared of losing them or was so anxious that she ended up kissing them? You can edit a few parts if you'd prefer! thank you, i know you have a lot of requests but you're the only one who writes x reader for them-

Notes: It took forever+forever but I finally gave up trying to perfect it- y'all just going to have to deal with these half baked potatos as I sob in the corner for my lack of functioning writing braincells.

+ 'nonny I know you asked for Fem reader but I'm just so used to writing gender neutral nowadays I actually forgot to write Fem reader in. Uh. I mean it's gender neutral so it should work regardless?? I'msorrypleaseforgivemeforthisblunder

Ft: Cale, Alberu, Choi Han

Cale Henituse

He’s covered in blood.

Again.

He glanced down at his shirt, once white, now completely soaked and rapidly losing warmth. The icky feeling of sticky cloth stuck on skin caused goosebumps to break out all over his arms. The lethargy that weighed on him was hard to ignore, but expected after using his ancient powers-

“Cale!”

He turned just as the full force of you barrelled into him and he staggered, unbalanced and would’ve fallen had you not pulled him back. He barely had time to protest at your rough greeting when you began frantically patting him down as if scouring him for weapons.

“There’s so much- where are you hurt?” you demanded harshly, your tone pitched higher than normal. “Raon call for Saint Jack and the others, medics- anyone that can help!”

“Y-yes! I-I will! Weak hu-human you better not die or I will destroy the kingdom!”

“Wai-“ his protests were ignored as the dragon flew off, leaving Cale dumbfounded with his jaw hanging down in disbelief. “Wait you don’t have to find the others, I’m fi-“

“Cale Henituse, if I hear you say ‘I’m fine’ I’m going to sock you to kingdom fucking come.“ you seethed. His lips snapped shut obediently, swallowing the aforementioned phrase down as a foreboding chill crept down his spine.

But I am..?

“How could you..” your voice shook even as you clung onto his soaked shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. “You’re always doing stupid things like this…”

Cale frowned, feeling a bit indignant. Sure his plans weren’t the most thought out at times, but to call them stupid…

“If you waited for us to come, then you wouldn’t have to- why do you keep sacrificing yourself like this?”

That triggered an alarm in his head. What strange things were you talking about? The act of sacrifice were done by martyrs and selfless heroes and Cale Henituse was neither of those. He wanted to correct your misunderstanding but you were worked up and hysterical and it was with horror that he realised you were crying.

“________-“

“Don’t talk! Please, just conserve your energy- I won’t let you die, I promised the kids and the others- I won’t let you-”

The alarm bells in his head rang even louder and he fought to be heard over your rambling, “_________- no one’s dying, I’m fine-” it felt as if his heart had leapt to his throat as he stopped your fist before it could make contact. You really weren’t joking when you said you’d punch him. He tightened his hold on your wrist when you tried to twist out of his grip and swallowed nervously. “I’m not hurt _________,“ he emphasised, willing you to meet his eyes.

“Stop bullshitting me Cale- how much of a fucking idiot do you take me for? How can anyone be fine after losing this much blood-“

“It’s not mine.”

You stilled in his grasp.

“…W-what?”

He frowned. Was it really that hard to believe his words? “The blood’s not mine.” he repeated and made sure to meet your disbelieving gaze head on so that you could verify the truth in his words. “They were cut down before they could harm me. None of this blood is mine. I was not hurt.“ It was a partial lie. He did cough out some blood after instinctively activating the shield for protection but he felt that that was knowledge you’d be better off not knowing.

The coiled tension in you leaked out and Cale slowly released his grip on your hand and took a cautious step back - just in case. It was a good thing he managed to deescalate the situation before the others arrived. Just convincing one person was hassle enough and from experience alone, he knew the others weren’t as merciful when it came to learning about his injuries, regardless of severity or his protests otherwise. Cale shuddered. He really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ron’s cold smile again. He glanced up and saw Raon’s flying figure and he waved lazily to the dragon hoping the young one would understand that the healers were no longer necessary, it had only been a false alarm.

“..ot.”

“Hm?” He looked down, hearing you mumble but didn’t quite catch what you’d said.

He was not prepared to be yanked forward and for your lips to mash against his. There was a brief sting where your teeth had caught on his lip and the uncomfortable sensation of having your teeth clack against each other, noses in the way. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, thoughts reeling but before he could think of acting, to push or pull you in even closer-

You let him go just as abruptly and he staggered, breath stolen, mind in absolute disarray.

Then you slapped him. Which definitely cleared his thoughts. “You idiot!”

Stupefied, he watched as you stormed off, stuck in a daze as he cradled his face where his cheek and lips tingled for different reasons.

“…What..?”

Choi Han

Choi Han didn’t know what Cale saw in you back then, a complete stranger whom they saved by chance and nursed back to health with utmost care. You, who Cale insisted was the final key to their masterplan and then asked Choi Han to act as your escort.

There were many things Choi Han didn’t understand when it came to Cale-nim’s decisions. But that wasn’t so unusual and he’d never made it a habit to question Cale’s reasoning, having learned to be patient, knowing the pieces would eventually slot together in the grand picture. So although initially wary he was of your unclear history and affiliation, he stayed by your side and did his duty without question.

And perhaps after weeks of accompanying you, he’s beginning to see what Cale saw. Though powerless and weak, you were righteous and passionate, holding true to your belief even in the face of adversaries. You were the perfect replacement for the tyrannical ruler of the country, someone capable of salvaging the crumbling system of a neglected, abused society and lifting it to new heights and glory.

With the flames of revolution ignited, everything hinged on getting you safely to Cale on the final stage. While the revolutionaries fought and acted as distractions above ground, he escorted you through the abandoned waterways.

The undergrounds were dark and cramped, incredibly disadvantageous to a swordsman such as himself. When assassins leaped out in an ambush; Choi Han didn’t hesitate. Without time nor space to draw his sword, he pushed you behind him and raised his arm to block the strike.

As the momentum of the assassin’s blade stopped, it became simple matter to quickly disarm and finish them. Having checked and affirmed that there’s no forthcoming attacks, he urged you to hurry, now worried as they weren’t expected to be discovered so soon.

Something must’ve happened, we should hurry to Cale-nim’s side-

He was halted with a firm grip on his other hand and was pulled back as he was met with your stern, unwavering gaze and declaration that you will not move another step from this spot until his arm got treated first.

Which was a ridiculous request considering they were running on a tight schedule. He frowned and his fingers flexed against the hilt of his sword as you pulled him to the side.

When none of his objections were being heard, he tried reasoning with you. The wound may look horrible, but he’d assured you he’d angled his arm just so that the blade would’ve caught on his bone rather than tendons. It was a strategic move that not only blocked momentum but also kept damage to his non-dominant arm at the minimum. He would not have bled to death nor would he be crippled from it, something that barely needed the emergency care you insisted on.

“It’s not necessary, we need to get to the tower room first.”

“The room is not moving anywhere, I’d rather not risk having you develop an infection because you neglected to care for your wound.“

He flinched when alcohol was poured on the cut and Choi Han breathed out slowly, his frustration mounting as precious seconds passed. Something in his chest stirred uncomfortably. He’s not accustomed to having others care for his wounds, having spent so many years caring for them himself whilst hiding his weaknesses from monsters in the Forest of Darkness.

“I will attend to it after I’ve brought you to Master Cale’s side, we must-“

Your eyes flashed with anger as your grip tightened painfully around his arm. “So many things have been lost to reach this stage, I’d rather not lose more on the way there.”

“Cale-“

Perhaps you’ve had enough as well as the next thing he knew, your fingers dug into his arm and he found himself yanked forward and you pressing a hard, determined kiss that stole whatever he was going to say from his lips.

“Cale Henituse,” you said sternly when you parted and picked up a roll of bandages, “can afford to wait a bit longer.” you glared at him as if daring him to argue otherwise.

Not that it was necessary, considering he’d doubt he’d have the coherency to answer anything with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.

Alberu Crossman

He didn’t feel anything upon the moment of impact. Only the shocking cold of metal being slid into his side and the vicious gaze of the perpetrator pressed up to his front.

The pain ripped through a moment later and he gritted his teeth, red spilling down his lips. It hurts.

Activity bursted around him, screams of fear echoed through the ballroom as guards rushed to his side. However one voice in particular caught his attention and he looked up to catch your horrified expression, lips parted in a desperate cry.

His forehead furrowed as a strange sense of guilt washed over him- he didn’t want you to see this- but he didn’t have time to explore the feeling as his hand latched firmly on the hand which still held the weapon in his side, preventing their escape.

His smile was red, “Caught you now, rat.”

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He tousled his hair dry with a towel as he read through the reports in his hand.

Alberu was exhausted, the fight to rid his side of his enemies’ spies had always been an ongoing and tedious project. His enemies were cunning and always played things safe however their impatience this time would cost them. Now that one of their own has fallen into his hands, they can start pulling in the net.

A knock sounded on his door and he didn’t bother looking up from his reports as he gave permission. “Come in.”

“Did you manage to find any new information from them?” he asked immediately as the door opened. Anything gleaned from the assassin would be beneficial to his cause. Not that he truly expected any confessions to be given this night. Any hired killer worth their salt would know not to betray the mastermind behind a hit. But there were more than one way to find credible information aside from words torn directly from the lips of a captive.

When no answer came, he looked up and immediately dropped the papers he was reading.

“___________…”

In the aftermath of the attack and the capture of the assassin he’d been immediately escorted to the healers for first aid. With the bare minimum done he’d left quickly to take control of the situation, calming the aristocrats and giving orders to assign all guests to be escorted to a room in the palace to rest from the unexpected development - the smarter ones would know this was just a way to keep all suspects in one place, stalling for time so that his trusted aides may work to narrow down the most likely suspects. He had been meaning to find you and explain once everything settled but this time you took matters into your own hands.

Your eyes glanced at the documents he dropped. “Am I disturbing your work?”

“No,” he replied instantly, fighting back the urge to shuffle the papers behind him. “No, you’re not.”

The room lapsed into silence once more as neither of you seemed keen to address the elephant in the room.

“About tonight…” he started slowly, “they had to believe I had my guards lowered.”

The truth was, though he believed you would not have been behind the attack, you had to be tested all the same. Should it be known you’ve been partial to this plan, it would’ve given the real culprits leverage to use.

You approached him and he wished you would say something. He noted the redness in your eyes and felt a stab of guilt lodge in his chest. “It had to be believable.”

You didn’t meet his eyes and your hand hovered over where his wound had been.

He lifted the edge of his shirt up to reveal the pink scar tissue underneath. It was ugly and badly healed due to the rush he had been in. “I wasn’t in any real danger.” he said softly, staying still and resisting the urge to shiver when your fingers traced the scar.

“You’re picking up bad habits from Cale.” You said so softly he would’ve missed it had he not been paying attention.

“The padded shirt under prevented the blade from going too deep.” he explained, hoping you’d understand that he hadn’t been reckless. Everything had been planned carefully. He slowly tucked his shirt back in as you withdrew your hand, already missing the warmth you brought to his skin just moments ago.

“__________…”

You leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that again.” you whispered against his cheek.

He could only watch in astonishment as you turned away and exited his room.

“..Okay..” he said hoarsely to the empty room.

[arielxlazarus]

I almost forgot about that fanfic appreciation week, but I wanted to at least do something for it! So here's a rec list for some of my favorite fics in the one piece fandom!

This list is not at all exhaustive btw (there's still loads of other fics in the fandom that I love), so please don't feel bad if you weren't included! Also if anyone wants more recommendations from me, you can check out my bookmarks on my ao3!

Who Knows (what could happen) by Chromi

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to set out to sea as an adventurer. His father, unfortunately, dictated that he was to follow the family tradition and become a doctor instead.

Following a lifetime of hurt and sorrow at the hands of his family, he eventually breaks free and takes to the sea alone - determined to keep it that way. Fate has other ideas in store for him; fate crosses his path with Portgas D. Ace's, a brand new pirate.

And what does he hate more than pirates?

Nothing.

Or: from Sixis to the Moby Dick - the lives of the Spade pirates.

First Time by Chromi

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: "Because it is Ace, and it will only ever be Ace, that he wants to see like this, and he wants to be responsible for unravelling him down to his core and loving him to his very center."

In which Ace and Deuce go all the way for the first time.

@chromiwrites

Seabound by AnkhPosts

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace is a selkie, making one of his periodic stops on land to catch a breather and get some ridiculously tasty human food, maybe see some sights if there are any. His pelt is safely hidden, he'll stay a day or two at most and be on his way.

Deuce is a mer, alone on the sea and traveling as he pleases for the first time in his life, and while he might not be terribly interested in actually interacting with humans it's hard not to see them as fascinating.

Ace meets Deuce. Deuce meets Ace. Neither knows the other isn't human.

@ankhposts

Death is only the beginning by Chizyk

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Ankhreshet?” he whipped his head round at the sound of a raspy voice so fast he almost got whiplash. He could feel his body going completely cold as he saw the mummy’s empty eye sockets staring right at him.

@chizyk

I'm Still Here (part of a series) by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace (also Izou/Sabo later in the series)

Summary: "When I do die, don't bother burying me in that empty grave. Put my body in a boat and set me out to sea. Let me sleep eternal on the ocean that my father loved so much; because before everything else in this world, I am a child of the sea, and when I die, I want to return to it. Put me in a boat and set it aflame so I can go down in the same fire I lived."

Forget-Me-Not Fall by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Izou/Sabo

Summary: “Most of the nobles I’ve met tonight look meticulously put together. They look like they were built to portray a certain image paralleled a hundred times over. People who were copied and pasted. Flawless clothes, flawless faces, flawless makeup, flawless hair.”

“Not me though,” Sabo stated, and Izou hummed.

“It’s comforting.”

“Huh?”

Izou met Sabo’s eye. “Everyone else in this place hides their worst attributes with a mask they modified to fit their faces. They don’t seem to comprehend that those perfect masks only make their worst characteristics more pronounced and defined.” His expression was terribly gentle as his eyes wandered across Sabo’s face. “It’s comforting to be approached by someone not trying to be something else.”

Sabo tilted his head. “How do you know I’m not manipulating you like some common Goa aristocrat?”

Izou smiled. “There are a few reasons.”

@theprodigypenguin

A Light To Guide You Home by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In a world that despises mutants, Ace lives purely to protect his little brother.

Until the flames inside him find their perfect match and opposite, and he doesn't know what to feel anymore.

The Phoenix's Mate by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Marco is a handsome man. Ace really can't be blamed for being attracted to him. Nobody minds, either.

But Marco isn't always a man. Ace still loves him regardless, and his sexual urges are catching up to that fact.

Marco indulges him, but he might just find himself enjoying it more than he thought he would.

@evvazi

ASL in Red (series) by Kereea

Rating: G-T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law (both asexual), Koala/Sabo, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Benn Beckman, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante/Aokiji | Kuzan, Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, and several other minor ones

Summary: In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children.

The Grand Line would never know what hit it.

Mates (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Deuce just wanted to go searching for plants! A nice walk in the woods. Except, he ends up becoming the mate to a very persistent naga

His First Mate The Mermaid (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Instead of finding another person on Sixis, Ace finds a mermaid

@masked-writer

Being Human by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E (no smut)

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between Marco, Whitebeard, and the rest of the crew as they form)

Summary: The line that differentiates human from object appears to be clear, but sometimes it blurs to the point where it is impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The Unknown Devil by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace hadn’t expected his last week of imprisonment before his execution to be any different from all the years preceding it. Then again, he hadn’t expected to have Marco the Phoenix as a cellmate for that week, or that Marco’s presence would shake his bleak world so much.

Ripple Effect by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: After the incident with Shanks, Garp didn't take Luffy to Dadan's, unaware of how much that would change the life of his other grandson.

@maisstories

To Build a Home by endlessblankpages

Rating: G

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between the ASL bros and the Whitebeard Pirates)

Summary: The ASL pirates are used to being accused of crimes they didn't commit. But when they're accused of destroying a small village in the New World, it sends them hurtling toward a deadly confrontation with the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard. The results are not what they were expecting.

Persistence & The Impossible (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In order to keep himself from losing his job, Ace takes on an impossible story. Get an interview with the ever-elusive Phoenix. Guess he might as well kiss his job goodbye.

Self Discovery (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: E

Pairing: Izou/Sabo (sort of, it's technically masturbation)

Summary: Sabo has been waiting for a day like this for a while but it doesn’t go quite how he planned it.

@clockworkpanic

A Breach of Intention by Depths

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It was unspoken, but some pirate crews and mermaids had an unspoken solidarity. Pirates throw their enemies overboard, and the merfolk will take care of them.

mer!ace au

@leviathiane

Running on All Sixes by lunarshores

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Izou/Thatch

Summary: The Whitebeard gang might be one of the most influential in the city, but to Marco they're just his family. Though he sometimes wishes they'd just leave him alone, especially when Izo's playing matchmaker, and Ace is his usual oblivious self. When a brother betrays them, they'll have to fight to show why no one ever messes with their family.

nothing is impossible with you by lunarshores

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Five times Ace and Marco accidentally mixed their flames on accident and one time that was entirely on purpose.

@lunarshores

I Want You to Look at Me by shockandlock

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: One night, Marco is missing from dinner, so Ace decides to bring dinner to him. He's surprised to see Marco wearing glasses and now he can't stop thinking about the way he looks. Now with additional chapter(s) including more miscellaneous MarcoAce PWP!

To My Dear Fire (part of a series) by shockandlock

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Living in the city is a new thing for Ace. After being raised near a cozy coastal mountain town through his childhood, it's definitely a change of pace, but it doesn't help when he loses his new job after an unfortunate encounter with actor Marco Newgate. He just wants to live-- and meet his long time pen pal, Phoenix.

Marco knows that being an actor is hard, so he takes the little things when he can: writing his pen pal (and honestly one of his best friends) Fire Fist, flirting with the cute new waiter at his favorite café-- not that he has a chance after a disaster on social media. But maybe fate really does give him a second chance when Ace shows up at Four Emperor Studios...

@shockandlock

Uncharted Territory by silverwolf_fox

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: This was by far one of Ace's most ridiculous ideas.

When Deuce keeps getting flustered everytime he tries to dominate Ace, they created an opportunity where he didn't have to be afraid of messing up.

Now he's free to do and try whatever he wants...

...so long as Ace doesn't wake up.

Watching the Sunrise (part of a series) by silverwolf_fox

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Many years have passed since Rouge gave up her life for her son’s...except she didn’t die, but she thinks Ace did. Living her life on Baterilla, she’s mourned each and every day until the morning she receives his bounty poster. She sets off immediately to find him, but finds their meeting isn’t as easy as she’d imagined.

@the-devil-fruit-tree

never shall i forget, how you climbed out of a dream by siojo

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Kaido,” Ace smirks, flames burning around his feet as he shifts in preparation for Kaido’s next attack, already trying to decide what he’s going to do in response. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve seemed to have been enjoying yourself here.”

“I thought you would be smarter than this, Portgas. You’ve never tried to fight another Yonko before, your bounty won’t matter much when you lose.”

Ace barks a laugh, his teeth bared in a facsimile of a grin, “You must have missed out on the brawl I had with Big Mom after she sent two of her daughters and a son for me to consider marrying. This is a bit more personal than that.”

@wordsdrippinginink

Reborn in Fire by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Fireman Marco has earned the nickname 'the Phoenix' by saving numerous people from a certain death. After an accident however, he has to relearn to walk and gets a new job as arson inspector at a different fire station. There he gets confronted with a boy from his past, now all grown up and gorgeous.

Three's a Crowd, Four's a Double Date by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace (main), Izou/Thatch (secondary)

Summary: "We're not dating," Marco said definitively. "That we're sharing a bed tonight is a total coincidence."

@aerle

Universal Dive by EmpressKira

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace had been making his way through the city to go to one of his favorite cafes. Well, that was until this hole ripped in the sky and some pirate fell out with the flaming bird guy following. Getting targeted, he is dragged into a different world with pirates and everything defying the reality he is used to. Will he make it home? Will he go back when the time comes?

@empresskira

Blue moon (series) by de_Winter

Rating: T-M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Urban fantasy AU, werewolf Marco and witch Ace

Red Velvet by de_Winter

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace already knew their routine by heart, just from observing them for a couple of mornings when he had early delivery, and from Izou’s daily long winded—and probably sexually frustrated—rants. Big Blond would come out of the bakery wearing a shirt too tight for him and too thin for the weather as soon as he was done setting up the tables inside the storefront, holding a take out cup and a small box in his big hands. They looked really, pleasantly big from where Ace was standing, and he honestly wished he wasn't standing that far away.

@dee-de-winter

We'll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Gol D. Roger/Portgas D. Rouge

Summary: Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should've listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he'd figure it out sooner.

Gratitude of the Phoenix (part of a series) by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: [Based on 'The Crane Wife' Folklore]

One day, he saved a bird from freezing to death in a trap. Then, a stranger saved him from suffering the same fate, and a request to stay for one night turned into having someone to fill the void left in the small cottage and in his heart ever since his brothers left.

These two incident doesn’t seem to be related to one another, but they both changed Ace’s life in ways he could never have imagined.

Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) by stereden

Rating: T

Pairing: None (heavy focus on Buggy, Shanks, and Crocus)

Summary: The Roger Pirates disappeared after their Captain's death, and were happy enough to let the Marines forget about them.

Until the Marines decide to execute their Captain's son, that is.

@stereden

This Bites! by Xomniac

Rating: M

Pairing: None (heavy focus on a main character oc and the strawhat pirates)

Summary: Sea Kings, sea-sickness, sunburns, a 95% genocidal Navy and more than a million and one other assorted ways to die. It's official: Being inserted into an anime sucks ass... Buuut I guess it could be worse. I mean, look on the bright side: At least I'm sailing with the future king of the pirates.

A Fortune that Never Grows Old by imperialmint

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It's one thing to get butterflies in your stomach when you seen an attractive person but it's another thing entirely for Marco to want to stomp out a courtship ritual and lay foundations for a nest when he meets the navy's new (hot) secret weapon.

@imperialmint

Most of the authors on this list have many other excellent one piece fics I'd definitely suggest checking out! Enjoy your reading and try to show them all some love if you can!

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter two rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

Moving and finding an apartment can be an incredibly long and stressful process. Unless you’re you, and life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at you for the utter hell of it.

Your dad dropped dead three weeks after you told Andy you were moving to New York. Coincidentally, right in the middle of you trying to find a place to live. He drank himself to death. Figures. You doubted you’d ever had a conversation with him that he was sober enough to remember. His untimely demise was unfortunate for him, because he died or whatever, but very fortunate for you. As his only child, you got his apartment in Queens and all his smelly hoodies.

You said your goodbyes to Andy and Dani after a night out in the streets of San Francisco. You had originally moved there after high school to start your show, The L/n Report. San Francisco was known for its crimes against the homeless population and you wanted to start with a story on that. You ended up interviewing Andy at the police station while investigating a missing person, and dated him for two years. Now, you were spending your last few hours in San Francisco with the very boy you once loved and the very girl he now did.

“Are you all packed?” Dani asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Pretty much. I gotta put my toothbrush and hairbrush in my suitcase in the morning. Other than that, I’m good to go.” You answered her. She smiled fondly at you as she linked her arm through yours.

“Hey, I’m really gonna miss you. More than that guy over there.” You whispered, nodding towards Andy, who had his head buried in his phone. Dani laughed and nodded in agreement as you continued to walk.

“I’m going to miss you too. You’re my best friend here.” She sighed sadly.

“I’m glad we’re friends. Most women in our position would hate each other.” You thought out loud.

“Uh uh. You’re thinking of women in films. It’s 2021, baby. Women support women. You and I are two talented, smart, beautiful women who would never be caught fighting over some boy. Especially not one who can’t take his eyes off his phone for two seconds.” Dani said loudly and smacked Andy’s arm. You laughed at the domestic moment but couldn’t help feeling a pain in your heart knowing he used to be that way with you.

“What, sorry?” Andy looked up. You and Dani looked at him before looking at each other and laughing.

“What’s funny?” He asked, growing annoyed.

“We’re laughing at you babe. Put your phone away. It’s Y/N’s last night here.” Dani scolded playfully. Andy sighed and reluctantly put his phone in his pocket.

“Right, sorry. And it’s not her last night here. She’s coming back. You are coming back, right?” He asked you. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure.

“Of course I’ll be back.” You shrugged. “I just want to experience something new for a while. I’ve done a million pieces on homelessness and poverty. I want to see what fresh stories New York has to offer.”

“You’re quoting the Daily Bugle, aren’t you?” Dani teased you.

“That is verbatim what they said to me.” You admitted with a laugh. “But hey, it worked. As of tomorrow, I’m the Daily Bugle’s newest investigative reporter.”

“Who are you reporting on anyway?” Andy showed a rare interest in your work.

“Some guy named Cletus Kasady.” You answered. “He’s some hot shot serial killer down in Queens. No one knows how he’s hiding his victims bodies. Apparently none have ever been close to being found.”

“And they want you to write the story on him?” Andy raised an eyebrow, always with the condescending tone.

“Well they heard about the whole Carlton Drake situation and decided I hadn’t been through enough trauma in my career.” You replied, earning a laugh from Dani but not Andy. You and Andy had already broken up by the time Carlton Drake contracted a symbiote and tried to kill you and Venom. You stopped him before he could hurt anyone and wrote a career defining article on his lethal human experiments. You managed to leave out all information regarding symbiotes from the article, so your secret was still safe. You were a fairly well known reporter since the incident and your next job was waiting for you in New York.

In the morning, You and Venom got on a plane and made your way to New York. Being on a plane with Venom turned out to be the equivalent to traveling with a toddler. You tried to sleep, but every two seconds you had to stop Venom from getting into trouble. She kept trying to open the window, even after you explained to her that everyone on the plane would die horrible death if the window were to open.

“Stop that.” You whispered when you noticed a black tendril creeping towards the window. The lady in the seat next to you shot me a look of confusion. You gave her a fake smile and turned back to the window, doing your best to conceal the small black tendril that was coming out of your body and fidgeting with the airplane window.

“We want it open.” Venom replied telepathically.

“Do you also want us to blow out of the plane and into space?” You said through my teeth.

“We didn’t anticipate that but it’d be appreciated.” Venom answered, making you groan. The rest of the plane ride followed in similar fashion.

Seven hours later, you arrived at the apartment building. You had never been to your dads apartment, you didn’t even know he had one. You wondered what happened to your childhood home as you looked around the place. The apartment wasn’t too small but not too big either. The rent was practically nothing compared to how expensive San Francisco was, and The Daily Bugle offered to cover your expenses until the story was done. You figured after some redecorating and moving in, it would make a fine new home.

The first seven days in the apartment went by smoothly. You unpacked, with little to no help from Venom, and set up the furniture. On the eight day, you sat on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels in the TV when you had a thought.

“Oh shit.” You said out loud.

“What?” Venom, who was curly nestled around your neck like a neck pillow, asked.

“I forgot mail exists.” You frowned. “We better go check the mailbox before it overflows.”

You and Venom grudgingly walked to the mailboxes and back again. No one was around, so she manifested herself and rested on your shoulder as I looked through the mail.

“Oops. I grabbed someone else’s mail too.” You clicked your tongue when you read a strangers name off the envelope. “I gotta find them.”

“Let’s go.” Venom said and pulled you towards the front door.

“Sorry, babe. This is a me thing, not a we thing. You know I love you but I don’t want to scare our neighbors. Not yet anyway.” You reasoned. Venom grumbled and went back inside your body.

You checked the address of the envelope and discovered that it belonged to the apartment directly across from you.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it as you mindlessly cracked your knuckles. Just as you were about to walk away, the door opened.

“Hi, are you May Parker?” You asked right away. You looked up from the envelope and your face instantly flushed. The person staring back at you definitely wasn’t May Parker. It was a boy around your age, maybe a little younger. He had soft brown eyes and wavy brown hair. It was gelled back loosely and you could see the outline of soft curls. To your surprise, he was just as flushed as you were. You stared at each other for a moment, no one wanting to be the first to blink.

“Yea. I’m May Parker.” The boy said finally. He shut his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head.

“I mean, no I’m not. But that’s my Aunt. May is my Aunt but I’m not May. That’s my Aunt May. I’m her nephew…obviously. Aunt May is my Aunt May. I…what?” He stumbled over his words and somehow turned even redder. His blush reached all the way down his neck, to his blue jumper that read “Midtown Tech” in yellow letters. You recognized the name of one of the most prestigious high schools in New York, already impressed with your new neighbor.

“Well hello, not May Parker. I’m also not May Parker. But I seemed to forget that when I grabbed your mail this morning. Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly as you handed his mail to him. The boy rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at it and attempted to redeem himself.

“It’s not problem. She and I always forget to check the mail so you actually helped us, um, whoever you are.” He smiled weakly. His voice was cute. He had that Queens accent that the people of San Francisco lacked, for obvious reasons.

“Oh, right.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I’m Y/N L/N. I just moved here from San Francisco. I live across the hall.”

You pointed to the door behind you as if he didn’t know what “across the hall” meant. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were never this awkward.

His eyes lit up a bit once you told him where you lived.

“Really? I thought that smelly guy lived there.” The boy said and you stifled a laugh.

“That smelly guy was my father. He died a little while ago so I live there now.” You told him, malign the boys eyes widen. They were so brown. Like little pools of honey. Or little pools of the Hudson River. You had seen a million pairs of brown eyes before, but none like his. They were quite distracting to be honest.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I had. I had no idea-“ he began to frantically apologize but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. We never got along. And you’re right, that man stank.” You chuckled. It was the first thing you said that felt like your old self. You hadn’t really talked to anyone since moving to New York, with the exception of Venom and the occasional phone call from Andy or Dani. You liked talking to this boy, though you still had no idea who he was.

“Oh thank God. I thought I screwed this up before it even went anywhere.” He immediately turned red when he heard his own words. You saw the regret in his eyes and decided to throw him a bone.

“Well it certainly can’t go anywhere until you tell me your name.” You flirted. Again, he relaxed. You felt a surge of confidence knowing he wanted this to go well.

“Parker. I’m Parker Peter. I mean, Peter Parker.” He fumbled over his words again, making you smile fondly.

“We like him. He’s cute.” Venom said telepathically. You looked down at my shoes and blushed, knowing you liked him too.

“And he looks delicious.” She added, ruining the moment.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter Parker.” You gave him your best smile. “I’m glad there’s someone my age around here. Everyone I’ve met so far is either an old bitty or a creepy uncle type.” You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. You didn’t know what his sense of humor was like and he might not find you the slightest but funny. Andy always told you you were bad at telling jokes, and you feared he might be right.

Lucky for you, Peter burst out laughing.

“Ah. I’ve seen you’ve met Henry.” Peter pointed a finger down the hall. “Yeah, I’d stay away from him. He asked me if he could have pictures of my feet once. He said he’d “pay me handsomely” for it too.”

“Damn. So he beat me to asking you.” You pretended to be upset, which made Peter laugh again. The sound of his laugh made your heart pick up speed. You weren’t used to feeling like this. Boys rarely impressed you, Andy was just lucky you liked a man in uniform.

“Yeah. You better stay away from him.” Peter advised.

“It might be hard.” You clicked your tongue. “Our mailboxes are pretty close. I’ll make a mental note to never check my mail while wearing flip flops, though.”

Peter smiled at your joke. He had the kind of smile that you would make the person laugh just to see it again. It was brilliant.

“Well my mailbox should be directly above yours. So don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He grinned, and you grinned back.

“My hero.” You gushed as you put your hands over your heart. The tips of his ears went pink, like he was shocked that you said that.

“I’m no hero.” He sounded almost panicked, like you touched a nerve or something.

“We’re hungry. We need to eat.” Venom interrupted abruptly, causing you to jump. Since Peter couldn’t hear her, he looked at you strangely, not knowing the cause of your sudden jolt.

“Sorry, I uh, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied.

“If there was a spider, we’d eat it. We need food. Now.” Venom demanded.

Peter looked up at his doorframe for the imaginary spider.

“Yeah, New York is full of them.” Peter said skeptically. “Not that full, though. And some spiders are nice. One might even call them friendly.”

“Right.” You laughed at his strange wording, unaware that you were both keeping a secret.

“Would…” Peter began but trailed off, seemingly mulling something over in his head. “Would you like to eat dinner with my Aunt and I? I remember when we first moved in, it took us a while to get into the swing of things and make dinner every night. If you like, you could join us. And, you know, we could get to know each other.” He offered. It all came out in one breath. You could tell he was nervous and that only drew you in more.

“I’d love to Peter.” You said, and he smiled in relief.

“Great.” He gave an awkward thumbs up. “We usually eat around six so maybe come around then? She’ll be so happy to meet you. She loves cooking and she always tries to get me to learn but I once burnt cereal and I still don’t know how.” Peter began to ramble. He cut himself off and shook his head again. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Then, you did something stupid. You put your hand on his arm like the dumb bitch you were. You barely knew this guy. Who the hell were you to touch him? He must’ve been thinking the same thing, since he instantly froze under your touch and stared at your hand on his arm.

“Don’t apologize. I can’t cook either. Unless you count making tater tots as cooking. Then I’m Gordon Ramsey.” You assured him, feeling him relax under your touch.

“You’re just gonna mention tater tots without warning us first? Our mouth is watering. Can we eat Peter?” Venom asked, making your eyes widen.

If it was socially acceptable to scream at your symbiote in public, you would’ve yelled “NO, WE CANNOT EAT PETER” from the top of your lungs. But since you didn’t want to scare Peter and the rest of the neighbors away, you merely smiled and made another mental note to smack the shit out of Venom later.

“I love that man. “Where is the lamb sauce?” Peter mimicked in a bad British accent. He had no right being as charming as he was.

“No no no.” You shook your head. “His best line is “I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”. He’s said some pretty wild things but that one makes me cry.”

Peters laugh rang through the halls. To be the cause of that laugh was a feeling like no other. You stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His eyes grazed down your body, but not in a crude way. You berated yourself for not dressing better when going to meet the neighbors, clad in nothing but a grey hoodie and some leggings. Peter looked cute, but you had a feeling he always did. His jumper was pretty baggy and you could see a collared shirt poking out the top. He was dressed almost professionally and you found it incredibly endearing.

You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to know his secrets and his hobbies and what makes him itch. You wanted to see if he dresses this way on weekends too or what his summer clothes looked like. Your gawking was interrupted by Peters phone ringing. He broke out of his trance and answered it quickly.

“Hi, Mr. S. No I’m not busy. I mean, I’m super busy but I can totally make time for you. Yea, Happy talked to me. Okay. Okay. Where? Okay. See you in a bit.” Peter hung up and looked at you apologetically.

“That was my job. I have to run but I’ll be back in time for our dinner. I live at…you know where I live. I’ll see you then. Don’t be late.” Peter called as he ran down the hallway, towards the elevator.

“I won’t. See you later.” You called back.

You went back to your apartment and like a kid, broke out into a happy dance.

“Venom!! Did you see how cute he was?” You gushed. “And how funny he is? I have to get ready for tonight.”

Venom manifested and swirled around my arm.

“Someone has a crush.” Venom smirked. Well, as much of a smirk as she could muster with that huge mouth of hers.

“I don’t have a crush. I just think he’s cute okay?” You replied coyly. “Cute. And funny and sweet and charming and amazing. But that’s it.”

“We can feel your heart beat.” Venom reminded you. “It was going ten miles an hour. What would Andy say?”

You had been rummaging through your closet and stopped in your tracks. With Peters new inhabitance in your mind, you had forgotten all about Andy. You moved to New York to avoid his wedding and his moving on, and you might’ve succeeded.

“I don’t care what he’d say.” You decided. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But we want him to be.” Venom insisted. “We want him back, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want.” You answered honestly. “I just want to get ready for tonight.”

“Why are you getting ready now? You have 5 hours until you have to be there and it’s right across the hall.” Venom teased.

“Only 5 hours?” You sighed. “We better get moving.”

[purpledandelionhearts]

Circles (Hisoka hxh)

Hello everyone! it is I, came back from wherever I was

I used to own the blog @diversitytrash​ but smart me decided to make that blog with a passcode and dumb me forgot said password, so I decided to start fresh once again, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Gloomy thoughts, language, abuse of substance, angst, Hisoka

Word count: 4.4k 

~We couldn’t turn around  Till we were upside down I’ll be the bad guy now But no, I ain’t too proud~ She could not truly explain the numb feeling in her chest. The way her blood flooded quicker whenever a certain jester came to her mind, how her eyes filled with tears at the memory of her begging, of her offering the impossible only to not feel neglected by her significant other. But she never bothered to see his true colors, the way whenever she would open his heart to him, the teasing smile adorned his lips, the mockery shining in his eyes, the little laughs whenever she truly thought he was paying attention. ~I couldn’t be there Even when I try  You don’t believe this  We do this every time~ She was idiot enough to maybe, just maybe, inside his hollow chest there was still a little piece of his rotten heart that could at least respect her, but lying to herself is the best magic trick she learned over the years of her life she shared with Hisoka. It was not the fact that she blinded herself out of love; she was wanted to avoid the obvious; she wanted to ignore the way his eyes will linger in other girls as they walked down the street on cute little “dates” he would take her only to make sure she would not nag his head off for being such an asshole.  Y/n wanted to give Hisoka a blind eye whenever he would come over to her apartment looking for shelter, with his clothes slightly awkward on contrary of how the jester always made sure to look presentable, how whenever he kissed her in his lips always lingered a stain of lipstick that it wasn’t hers . How through the collar of his shirt there were colored marks she never left because Hisoka hated to be marked but her, claiming to not be property of anyone. So the best she could do was make her heart and mind go numb; no longer bother to shed tears whenever the jester took from her every ounce of life and cherish, soft loving whispers falling from her lips and then fade away from her life for days, weeks, even months. How even a numb-feeling assassin will mock her, teasing her in little matters whenever Hisoka popped into their conversations. How the troupe of thieves will look at her like she was the greatest joke they have heard so far; and some others with pure pity. ~You don’t believe it We do this every time~ How y/n thought that the best away from getting rid of a nuisance was by bringing another one into her life, one that will make her feel her fingers loose, her eyes slightly heavy as soon the burning sensation left in her throat became so usual that it seemed she was drinking plain water. Somehow the strong smell of liquor staining her breath and mind was not enough; so she added a new little trick to her nightly routine, her eyes now becoming puffy, and her mind so loud and wild that instead of feeling numb she felt like venturing the world while laying down at her couch. The long black-haired assassin had had enough of seeing the most composed person in his life to crumble down over someone not worthy of her sorrow, so soon; he also became a constant in y/n’s melancholic nights, how he would high her precious edibles and little stash until it was safe for him to throw out, the liquor supply becoming more and more tight, soon enough she was back again sober enough to feel once again, now no longer feeling the self-consciousness her new hobbies hide, but more like irritation over the black-eye assassin “Funny how ever since you started to come here my buzz has been dying night by night Illumi” she snarled, her mood swings becoming more prominent, but Illumi kept on with his plan, it was a perfect plan in his eyes. Instead of destroying her potential and life over a self-destructive moron, Illumi decided to teach her there were other ways for her to feel such as a broken heart “Maybe you’re just taking more than usual and no longer feeling good with the amount you are used to”  It was a little trick here and there. Enough for her to grow scare of the little ghost she was becoming, soon it was not only Illumi the one who visited her home often, but also a certain leader, his book never leaving his hand while he pretended to be there just to enjoy her favorite reading chair, which by pure coincidence was right in front of where she always drowned her regrets in. To the added mix became more and more people until her home felt too crowded, too much noise, too much people for her to deal with after isolating herself from the world since the early months of that year. It was a faithful night, the radio playing softly in the background as now she was no longer in the couch where she used to throw herself over, drink and weed in each hand while looking over her ceiling. Now she was seated over Chrollo’s claimed chair, moved over the balcony at the right of her living room as she looked over the stars, the cold night making her skin invade of goosebumps as the bitter memory of the night her life went down the drain came into her mind It was a sunny day, awfully a bright, good sunny day. Good enough to make her get up early, no need of her alarm as the curtains of her bedroom window barely caught the light off the warm blooming sun. It was a happy day; but inside her heart, like a sixth sense, there was an ugly monster crawling, having weeks growing and growing inside her little heart whenever Hisoka came to her mind.  But she decided to ignore the monster bubbling inside her mind, the nightmare shadow of second guessing her lover’s true intentions. She decided to give Hisoka the benefit of a doubt and the little monster only kept growing and growing, every night that passed over the last 3 days since he announced he will be around town doing business smiling at her, in the middle of the night waking her up by the terrifying laugh it will bubble from the sharp-fanged mouth that had, the way whenever Hisoka’s name left her lips in a whimper it teased her, telling her just how worthless she was in the jester’s eyes. So, today was a sunny bright day to go down town and do a few of her pending errands and calm the beast down, proving it that there was nothing to worry about, that Hisoka was a man of his word. And god how did she regret being so right. ~Seasons change and our love went cold~ She regretted getting so up in the morning and running a fresh shower now that she saw her lover walking with two ladies tangled by his sides as Hisoka kept a sensual pace all the way down to the motel. She regretted using the little overall skirt that she adored with all her heart along with her favorite shirt as she waited outside the motel until late at night to find a lover covered in love bites and yet, one of the ladies by his side. She hated that she did her makeup with so much effort, looking herself through the mirror and admiring herself, whispering to her own little ears just how beautiful she truly was; only to have Hisoka mock her in the middle of the street as the piercing dagger in the middle of her heart kept going deeper and deeper the more Hisoka spoke ~Feed the flame ‘cause we can’t let go~ “Oh kitten, how pathetic of you to truly believe I ever loved you. I don’t do love princess, I fuck who I lust for, and both of us know, it’s been a long while since I visited your little downtown” But the most she hated, was the little steps she took joyful as she walked down the streets, treating herself to little desires as more than a coffee and a snack and looking for a gift for her lover thinking he truly loved her. The fact of knowing the monster crawling inside her mind was right; how it laughed at her just like Hisoka and the beautiful lady by his side. The way the little monster became bigger and bigger When Hisoka spoke hurtful words in her direction ~I dare you to do something I’m waiting on you again  So I don’t take the blame~ “No one of importance”, “How pathetic”, “I actually did you a favor’” How the assassin she thought that had an ounce of empathy at least at one of her tip of his needles only laughed at her  ~Run away, but we running in circles~ “Did you truly believe Hisoka would love someone like you?”  Once again she felt like a child, the scolded child her mother hater to see after punishing her for doing something wrong, how she would scold her for having a tear-stained face like she was victim when in fact it was her fault the punishment she got. How her mother will lock her inside her room for days on with no contact to the outer world because she decided to go downstairs when she was clearly busy. ~Run away. Run away. Run away~ And so, the urgent need of changing her home upside down invaded her body, anxious enough to move maybe a little too fast, making the assassin move quick enough to get het before her face smashed against the floor. The way her body tingled with excitement as her eyes once again sparked with the same mischief like before she dipped herself into the jester’s magic tricks ~Let go I got a feeling that it’s time to let go~ Suddenly, the thought of her bed felt wrong, the way her room was coordinated felt unsettling “What are you doing?” The assessing questioned, confused by her sudden burst of energy as she looked over him “It’s spring Illumi! Spring!” She cheered, excitedly walking fast over her windows and opening them wide, the assassin once again feeling terrified by just how much emotion she handled in her body in such short periods of time “Yes, it is Spring” he answered, y/n snorting before she turned around and her hands on her hips “It’s spring cleaning Illumi. We’re cleaning!” To say that Illumi’s was more than excited of just leaving her on her own to do her own thoughtless actions was beyond tempting, but also, he was curious about what exactly she was meaning about this spoken Spring Cleaning that got her so excited. And soon, as Illumi saw how she pulled empty boxes from her closet and she opened her drawers; only to notice how many pieces of her lengerie were thrown into them and so as certain cards and other little gifts, Illumi felt the need enough to call for second hands and try to help him to figure out just what she planned to do ~I say so I knew this was doomed from the get go~ When a troupe arrived to the home, along with 4 declares enemies; Illumi felt more peaceful “What the hell Zoldyck, you said this was an emergency, not a fucking hangout-“ but as soon as Nobunaga’s snark comments came and invade her home, they left as they saw her, her hair in a high pony tail and sweat lightly dripping from her forehead, a bright smile in her face, and boxes in both of her arms as she stood from the top of her stairs “Oh, hey guys!” y/n spoke, excited to see her friends, the boxes in her arms being let go as both of them slammed against the floor, the sudden crash of something fragile inside either one or both alarming the entire party as she dusted her hands, looking proud “Glad you see you all, but I’m a little busy at the moment as you can see” she pointed at the boxes, the bitter smell of the cologne a certain jester used invading their nostrils, Chrollo being quick to connect the loose ends as he smiled al little bit, but the rest of the troupe still confused “Y/n… are those… Hisoka’s things?” Sharknal asked, taking his words with much care as to not fright the little dove in front of them while her smiled grew  ~You thought that it was special, special~ “Yes!” She replied excited before turning around over her room, leaving them at the entrance hallway, but Sharknal had many questions in his mind, why was Hisoka’s cologne infesting the entire room to be specific, in a box she threw out of her arms like she was dealing with bad things like trash “Why?” Kapunoda pushed, looking over the entrance of her bedroom as the excited young adult ripped the sheets from her mattress, throwing them over the floor before she looked back at them “Spring cleaning! Didn’t Illumi tell you when he called? It’s spring cleaning” she answered, like trying to explain a child the obvious answer before she pulled the mattress from the wooden base, moving little by little until half of it was out of it ~But it was just the sex though, the sex though~ “So, you’re throwing things away?” Kurapika was the next to ask, confused as to why exactly he was called over before she smiled nodding her head “Why are we throwing good things away?” Sharknal frowned, still not getting the point as she rolled her eyes “Spring cleaning it’s the time of year where you get rid of shit you don’t longer need in your life” she answered, the words leaving her mouth smooth, too smooth for a woman with the broken heart to speak so freely “And what’s the shit we’re getting rid off?” Leorio questioned, pushing the people from her door aside as he took his blazer off, un-butting the cuffs of his wrist as he pulled and twisted the sleeves of his shirt all the way up to his elbow “Bad vibes shit” was all she answered, but it was enough for a few of them to know that finally; she was done with her little depressing episode over the jester once her heart loved unconditionally, the blood of a bitter year finally ending its tour in her soul and now; once again, being the quirking little spirit they once met. Just like how boxes of gifts and clothes were thrown out, soon her entire bed followed, with the help of the male part of the troupe as the girls kept themselves busy over her living room and kitchen, looking for anything that reminded her of the jester. But to everyone’s surprise, she was getting rid of everything “Are you sure, 100% positive that this couch needs to leave along with the fucking plasma tv?” “Spring cleaning Sharknal!” And so, as the day went by, with the help of her friends, her home was now nothing but the entire emptiness of echoes and walls, no room reserves with anything, not a single chair, not a single table, not even a cup or a spoon ~And I still hear the echoes (the echoes) I got a feeling that it’s time to let it go Let it go~ She truly got rid of everything in her apartment, everything being left out in the street with a sign in big bold letters of FREE, TAKE WHATEVER YOU PLEASE, the way her heart hammered against her ribcages was exciting, almost teasing her to keep on, being barely noon, she still had plenty of time to keep moving forward “She even got rid of the fucking stove. And the damn fridge” Feitan grumbled, looking over the empty kitchen “What the hell, you threw out my fucking stove?” She snarled, her attention disappearing from the empty living room for a second as she looked over the men  “You said you get rid of everything!” “Except the kitchen”  “How were we going to know!” “And where is my reading chair Chrollo?” So on, the next three days were eventful enough for her to be moving up and down around town, the snark comments coming from the party of males who moved all the way down to the first floor of the building to retract her precious kitchen only to notify that her fridge was long gone, as she chew over the big bad boss, threatening his future bloodline if he didn’t return her precious chair, if he ever dare to have one. Instead of plain cold white, her living room was not a soft, kissed pastel of baby grey, the way it contrasted all her new furniture bringing lightness to her heart, her kitchen now bright white and dark wooden floors, the midnight black dinner table contrasting lovely with her pearl china and silverware cutlery. ~Maybe you don’t understand what I’m through  It’s only me, what you got to loose?~ The smell of fresh paint invaded her senses as she moved along her home to open all the available windows, the purpose of change in her heart was big and evident enough for no one to question her decision and just how exactly she desired to view the world from now on. Just as changed came into her life in a material world, so they did in her loving. Her hair no longer at the competing length as Illumi’s. It now tickled her cheeks in soft little curls whenever she moved a little too quickly. Her wardrobe entirely changed, everything she ever owned either being thrown away or giving as hand-downs, since her clothing was all in a perfect shape and some pieces even brand new. ~Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do?~ The little monster was no longer invading her nights and days, suddenly the gloomy days that invaded her morning were now the brightest, the excitement in her body enough to rub off even in the most odd of her companions, and once again, it was a sunny day. She was wearing her favorite her favorite jean overall skirt, along with a white t-shirt underneath and her snickers making match with it. The man she was clinging over in his ever odd green outfit “Illumi please~ just one~” she cried, getting heavier and heavier over his arms as the little tick in his eye made presence, the little smirk in her lips going unnoticed by the assassin as he tried to push her away, only to have her grip her arms around her waist in quite and odd hug since he tried to rip her off his body “If I say yes, will you let me go?” the male grumbled, hating the idea of so much attention on him, but even worse the feeling in his chest whenever she hugged him “If you tell me where Chrollo hid my most precious treasure, maybe” ~It’s only me, let it go~ But for her odd luck, back in the roof of a building, the little monster that once invaded her heart, was not a monster hunting the jester she once loved. And it felt horrible just how much it crawled in his mind even in days when he had promised to not think of her. At first, it was the memory of the night she caught him red handed in his little adventures, but Hisoka payed her no mind, knowing deep in his heart, that in no longer than three days; she would be calling him on his cellphone, at least three times the first day and after the third time he did not answer; leaving him a voicemail asking him, pleading, begging, that if he had time in his hands to spare, she would be waiting for him at her apartment. But the calls never came, Hisoka assumed she needed a little bit more of time for her to come around, after all, this was not like the other times many fight happened.  It was not a day where she smelled a perfume that was not hers in his clothes. It was not the kisses stained that didn’t belong to her at his neck to jaw. It wasn’t the false hope of maybe it being an odd coincidence. ~Seasons changed and our love went cold~ Soon the thought of her left his mind as quick as it arrived and he continued on to pursue his life as a single man, scoffing and mocking the memory of her being such an obedient pet for him; such a good little girl only for him. Turning into a sour note in his being. As time passed, Hisoka saw less and less of her, it was almost as she became a ghost to hunt him along his days. That’s when, after such teasing manners with the troupe he became part with started talking  “It was an odd weekend” it was all Sharknal spoke about those three days when there was nowhere in the current hideout, how all of the sudden they seemed busy, everyone but him “Ask the boss, not me” avoiding his nosy interrogation, he was fed enough with vague excuses and wanted to know the truth And, after a year where he was waiting for her to come around, the reality of his situation hit him so harsh, never did Hisoka imagined to feel his chest contrast in such a painful way  “Ah yes. We were busy helping y/n doing her spring cleaning, she got rid of something” that was the first time the little monster appear, hiding in the shadows of his mind, eyes bright and fangs out of its mouth, mouth drooling at the taste of Hisoka’s distress, specially at the witnessing eye he was glaring, daggers in his irises that killed Chorllo over a hundred times once he realized just where the phantom troupe leader was sitting “And what was that something you helped my little ripe fruit that you got rid off Dauncho?” Chrollo could feel the uneasiness from Hisoka, it was palpable, like a wild caged animal trying to scent the room in order to feel safe, but much to his poor luck, Chorllo was not feeling sympathy enough in his heart and mind to share some with the clown in his troupe “Well, you of course” and like a rabid dog, the monster bit Hisoka down deep in his insecurities, like a bucket of cold water in his overheated skin, goosebumps invading his skin as the realization of where he stood hit him at the back of his head She got rid of everything that reminded her of him ~Feed the flame ‘cause we can’t let go~ The red eye monster no longer left Hisoka’s side, it had been nearly half a year since that realization became palpable in his life. The way her throat knotted when as soon as Chrollo finished giving his explanation he flew all the way down to her home. Only to find pieces of himself thrown like trash, he was not speaking lies when Chorllo told him where exactly they went that long weekend, the rain heavy and hurtful over Hisoka’s shoulders as he saw the boxes of gifts he once bought his beloved, including gifts and things she bought for him. Everything away like they never meant anything, nothing to care about, to cherish, to love. Just like you did with her little heart  The monster laughed, laughing louder and louder every time Hisoka dared to deny the reality of his situation, how he in fact took her for granted. The one person he always crawled back whenever he was feeling down; in the need of company either by distraction or in the silent bliss of just having her in his arms. Indeed Hisoka threw her heat to the trash before stepping on it over and over again ~Run away, but we’re running in circles~ Hisoka remembers the day she finally, shut her heart closed from him. The tears that once ran down her porcelain skin, were now invading his eyes, feeling helpless and the monster crawled in his mind, feral and pushing him over the edge of mania further from the forbidden emotions he already felt. The helplessness in her steps as she ran away from him not made his legs feel like jelly whenever he took a step forward, fighting against the monster inside his head, screaming at it in his mind that it was wrong and she will love him once again as soon as she sees him The vile in his throat leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he saw just how happy she was. She needed to feel miserable, just like him, he no longer had that little feeling in his heart, the excitement of going back into her arms like once the blue moon far away from now. But he felt numb, no longer did Hisoka had the desire of moving forward and leaving in the past.  He needed her to need him. The knowing fact that she no longer felt miserable without him irked him, why was she so happy to get him out of her life?  Did he really deserve such treatment? Did he ruined her love for him enough to say he was no longer worth to have in her life, such as throwing everything away he even once touch like the worst of virus invaded said articles? The monster inside his head finally won the final battle before leaving him; feeling as empty as ever, no purpose in life other than the desire of fulfillment; the need of feeling something; anything, to crash him like a gave to once again, learn how to ignore the emptiness in his body, the dark thought of being reminded he was left alone, no one needing him, everyone hating him. But why was he feeling like this?  Wasn’t this what he wanted all along? Stirring feeling inside people that made them feel confused, distress, sorrow; whenever they thought about him? Did is what he wanted all along, isn’t it true? He was bored with her, that was the excuse he used when he decided she was too loving for him. After all; Hisoka loves to feel, but not much, just enough to know he cause and impact, and just like that; rip it away harsh enough to leave an ugly scar, the memory of him impregnated in their minds forever. But it seemed like now; the ugly scar was not in her, but in his empty broken heart. ~Run away, Run away Run away~ *Fin*

[buckybarnesdiaries]

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Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York —maybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.

Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.

You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.

But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.

bucky's pov

Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love —hold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.

He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.

The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.

Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep —for creepy that it sounded— he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.

Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.

Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.

In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James —your James— raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.

His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.

“It's okay, draga mea, it's me…” He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. “May I, uh… get my arm back?”

Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.

“No— Not again… Not again, please… I c— can't”. You implored sorely.

Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.

“I'm here… I'm back”. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. “This is not a dream, draga mea. This is real”.

His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.

“'M so, so sorry… I had to protect you… I had to protect you”. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. “But, uh… I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you… rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings… I know you sleep with this same shirt every night”.

Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.

“I'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore… I'm not a target”. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. “I'm so sorry”.

“Will you…? Will you stay now? With me?” At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.

“No one will ever set us apart again. No one”. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. “Everything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I… I want it”.

Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.

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[markleesthighs]

good 4 u

pairing: guitarist/singer!y/n (fem) x badboy!jeno

genre: angst, fluff (if you squint), smut, strangers to lovers to enemies

song: good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo

a/n: mentions of cheating, breakup, depression, underaged drinking (please be safe!!) picture/GIF from @pureboyjun​

Everyone told you to watch out, everyone warned you about him, Lee Jeno. You and Jeno weren’t in the same friend group, you were as what society called an “art freak” with streaks of colors in your hair and black eyeliner. You also always kept guitar picks with you, always wanting to sneak into the music room and practice on the electric guitar. The wannabe’s compared you to an Avril Lavigne-type girl. Your best friends were also your bandmates, supportive of you and your dream, unlike your parents. You and your parents had a deal, as long as you kept good grades you could continue to play music as a “hobby.” 

You also worked at a music store, which is how you ran into Lee Jeno. He was looking for vinyl of a specific artist which happened to also be one of your favorites so you knew exactly where it was. He thanked you and you hoped that would be the last you’d see him. But he came in every day to talk to you and eventually had the courage to approach your lunch table. All your bandmates glared at Lee Jeno, knowing his reputation and his motives. Once he left they’d all trash him for trying to talk to you. 

“y/n you shouldn’t really associate with him.”

“Yeah, all of his ‘fangirls’ will tear you to shreds.”

“Jeno hits and runs, you better stop talking to him before it turns into something dangerous. You’ll only get hurt.”

You didn’t think much of their words, since Jeno wasn’t really your type anyway. There’s no way you could ever fall for him. Oh boy, were you wrong. Jeno went out of his way to swoon you in any way he could. He’d walk you home at night, visit you in the music room and at work, he’d even invite you to his lunch table where you’d be met with his other ‘bad boy’ friends. He would get you your favorite coffee, just the way you like it, and get your lunch order so you wouldn’t wait in line. All of this attention grabbed the attention of his fangirls, constantly threatening you about how “Jeno is mine!” and bullshit like that. You honestly didn’t care because you reassured them you and Jeno were not dating. 

That was until he invited you to a party, saying that you could meet his one friend that was also into music and could help you break out into the music industry. You agreed, excited to meet someone in the industry. When you arrived at the party, you met his friend who worked at Columbia Records, you bonded and everything got his contact information in hopes of getting an internship. Jeno met up with you again, asking you to repay him, in a game of fear pong (beer pong with truth or dare elements). You agreed, joining him on his team against Johnny and his girlfriend. One of the dares you guys had to do was make out for one minute or drink. You were about to drink when Jeno grabbed your face and started to make out with you. 

God, did he taste good. His lips were soft brushing against yours the taste of beer and light cigarette smoke made his lips only more addictive. Everyone watching was hooting and hollering at the two of you. Jeno licked the bottom of your lip, which you opened your mouth to let his tongue enter, causing your tongues to fight for dominance. Jeno’s ultimately dominated and touched your throat. You gave a small moan which only made Jeno kiss you harder. Johnny coughed causing you two to stop. 

“You realize you two were making out for like 5 minutes right?” Johnny laughed.

You pulled away but Jeno held on to you by your waist. 

“What can I say, Suh, she tastes really good, I wanted to savor it.”

That made you blush. You guys continued the game and you and Jeno won, out of excitement (and slight intoxication) you kissed Jeno. He looked at you in shock and you apologized before he kissed you back. Since that game, you two were attached to the hip the whole night. Jeno didn’t feel safe letting you go home so he let you sleep with him in a bedroom upstairs. When you guys were tucking in for the night he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to him. 

“y/n, I love you.”

You giggled “You’re drunk Jeno...get some rest.”

“No, I mean it.”

“You’re really funny.”

“Do you need me to prove it to you?” He spoke in a deep voice, shifting his body to hover above yours. 

“If I didn’t love you do you think I’d be feeling like this right now?” Jeno whispered into your ear. When he leaned down you felt his member rock hard against your thigh. 

“J-jeno, you’re confused, do you know what you’re doing right now?”

“If you want me to stop I’ll stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I can take care of myself in the bathroom if you don’t want to do it.”

As Jeno was moving off your body you wrapped your arms around his body to pull him back.

“N-no, stay, please.”

“Are you sure y/n, you sure you want to do this?”

“Y-yes.” Little did you know that you would regret sleeping with Lee Jeno. 

Jeno kissed your lips softly, knowing how tired you both are. You felt his member twitching with every kiss. He moved on to your neck, leaving soft kisses and a purple mark on your collarbone. He moved all the way down your stomach down to your flower. He kissed your thighs and ate you out vigorously, he was sucked down on your clit while fingering you. You were trying to hide your moans but Jeno hit your sweet spot almost every single time, causing you to not be able to contain yourself. You were tugging and pulling at his har which also caused him to moan. You were about to climax when Jeno pulled away which caused you to whine and pout. Jeno kissed your pouty lips as he pulled out a condom from the drawer (be safe kids!) and tore it open and put it on his member. 

He looked at you and asked again for your reassurance and you nodded. 

“I’ll be slow and gentle I promise.”

He slowly slid into you as you clenched around him you squeezed your eyes from the pain, he was a lot bigger than you thought. Jeno moans harmoniously along with you as he waited for you to let him move. 

“P-please m-move..”

Jeno smiled as with every thrust he kissed you, he made you feel comfortable in his arms. 

“F-faster, please...”

“What’s my name?”

“J-jeno! Please!”

“That’s daddy to you.” He said as he thrusted harder inside of you.

“Y-yes, daddy, please go faster.”

“Good girl.”

Jeno pushed harder and faster as you moaned louder and louder, finally climaxing with Jeno. Jeno removed the condom and threw it in the trash as he walked to the bathroom and cleaned you up along with a few kisses. 

“Hey Jeno?” Jeno turned to look at you.

“I love you too.”

After that night you and Jeno were going steady for a couple weeks until he ghosted you. He stopped talking to you and his friends would laugh at you or Jeno would tell you to go back to your old table. You heard their conversation as you were walking back. 

“I can’t believe Jeno got her to sleep with him.”

“Easiest fucking $100 he’s ever made.”

 When you went back to your bandmates you were broken. Endless nights of tears and suicidal thoughts swamped your mind. Why me? Why did I have to fall for his stupid trap? He only wanted me for some cheap cash huh? How can he just move on so easily? Did nothing we have mean anything? Well screw that and screw you, Lee Jeno. 

“Hey y/n?” One of your bandmates asked. 

“Battle of the bands' championship for the school is coming up, do you know what song we are going to cover?”

You looked at Jeno. “Oh, I fucking know what song we are going to sing.” 

You and your bandmates got the sheet music for good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo and practiced it until it became natural for everyone. Finally, the battle of the bands' championship occurred. It was hosted by your school to fundraise for the music program and scholarships. Before your group came up, you all huddled, and they all gave you the words of encouragement you needed to perform in front of Lee Jeno. 

“Sing it from your heart bitch.”

“Kill him with those words.”

“Make him feel like the shit head he is.”

As they hyped you up, you felt much better as you all walked out to stand on the stage. You saw Jeno in the crowd with his new supposed girlfriend. You began playing the first notes on the guitar. 

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

You stared right into his eyes singing every lyric, letting him know what a scumbag he was for dating someone new in a few weeks when he confessed to you after he fucked your brains out. What kind of a person does that?

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl

You raised your hand and pointed right at him and his new girl who looked like every other bitch who wanted to get with Jeno, you couldn’t compare to her, you had to show Jeno he made a mistake leaving you for $100. You wanted to make those $100 worth nothing because he left you for someone who’s only worth $1. 

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me If you ever cared to ask Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby God, I wish that I could do that

You sang you heart out to those lyrics almost feeling emotional. How could Jeno sit there with a smile on his face while you almost crying during this set. You then realized Lee Jeno is an emotionless piece of shit. But just this once, you wanted to see him cry. 

I've lost my mind, I've spent the night Cryin' on the floor of my bathroom But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it But I guess good for you

It wasn’t fair that you cried endless tears, while Jeno came to school with a smile on his face. Your eyes would be dark and baggy from all the crying and endless sleep, but he came to school happier and brighter than ever, fuck you Lee Jeno. 

It's like we never even happened Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

Everyone forgot about you and Jeno the moment he dropped you. How come everyone took his side and let this slide past everyone? Did no one care about how you felt? How humiliated you were? How can someone forget something like that?

And good for you, it's like you never even met me Remember when you swore to God I was the only Person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do

Jeno and you became strangers, nobodies, to each other just back at square one, how did this happen? He would complain about how his friends would make fun of his music tastes and hobbies, making you think you were the only one who understood him and supported him. You wanted to make him feel guilt and shame for toying with you. 

Maybe I'm too emotional But your apathy's like a wound in salt Maybe I'm too emotional Or maybe you never cared at all

You’ve thought about how you were the problem, that Jeno didn’t want you for you. He would act reassuring when you were in bed, but once he left you, he brushed off every concern you had. He never had any feelings for you. He never cared about you. 

Before the final chorus you pulled out a picture of you and Jeno printed out on paper and one of your bandmates set it on fire. The picture of Jeno’s face starting to well up with tears when everyone in the gym started to stare at him. It was music to your ears. 

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby Like a damn sociopath

You were now crying in the last chorus not out of sadness but out of joy, finally, Lee Jeno knows what it’s like to have his heartbroken. All of the other girls and guys were screaming and singing along with you, you were jumping and high-fiving all of them, rocking out to the music. Your mascara was dripping down your cheeks and you looked emotional and powerful. 

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

As you played the last chord on your guitar everyone was cheering. You thanked everyone for the performance as your group hugged your bandmates thanking them for getting you through the performance. You turned to look at Jeno one last time to see him crying. It was beautiful. 

good 4 u, Lee Jeno.