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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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Apples and Pumpkins - Lando Norris

warnings - not proof read

Lando loved Halloween for a few different reasons. He found it fun, he loved dressing up with you, and he missed out on it a lot when he was a kid due to karting, so he was glad that he got to experience it with you.

"Lando, I'm sure it's really not that bad!" You called into your bedroom, since all you could hear was Lando complaining about his costume. Every year, you both dressed up in matching costumes, but he wasn't sounding overly zealous about what he was this year.

You had suggested many ideas to him, but he wasn't feeling some of your favourites. You wanted to go as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo, but he didn't want to wear the wig, that also discounted Traditional Barbie and Beach Ken.

You also liked the sound of going as a Disney Princess, and he could be your prince, but he said it was 'too basic'. In the end, you had settled on Mario and Peach, since you got to be a princess and Lando just had to stick a fake moustache on with dungarees.

"But you look good, I look shit!" he shouted back, but you still hadn't seen what he looked like. "Please just come out," you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall. You had been stood there for a while, and he refused to come out.

"Please," you asked again, and you heard some shuffling coming from the other side of the room. You saw Lando, trudging over to you with a pout on his face. You had to choke back a laugh as you took in the outfit.

The Mario costume he had bought off the internet clearly didn't fit him as the fabric hung off his figure, and his hat pretty much covered his eyes. The moustache was the only thing that seemed to be working, until half of it fell off and it was dangling against his top lip.

"Please don't laugh..." he mumbled as you held a hand over your mouth to shield the amused smile that was forming on your lips. "It's really not that bad," you muttered, your voice slightly breaking in a chuckle.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me it's not that bad," he said, his eyes meeting yours. You took a deep breath, trying to muster all of the composure you could before speaking. "It's not that-" you started, when his moustache fully fell off and fluttered to the floor.

You lost all sense of equanimity, a high-pitched giggle escaping your lips as Lando sighed. "Right, I'll go put on a suit, you go and get one of your nice dresses on and I know you have a tiara lying around somewhere, and we'll go as a prince and princess," he huffed.

"No, baby, no, c'mere," you softly smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. You had picked his moustache up on the way, and were now rummaging through your make-up bag. Applying some of the lash glue to his moustache, you stuck it to him and were sure it would stay there until you had to find a way to get it off later.

"Problem one, solved," you told him, before getting started on the next task. You pulled a small box of safety pins out of the bag, and pulled together some of the fabric of the straps on his dungarees to pull them up a bit.

It already made his costume look miles better, and you could tell that Lando thought so too. "Better?" you asked, hoping it would bring him some form of contention.

"Yeah, loads," you nodded, a small grin forming across his face as he looked at himself in the mirror. "Thank you, baby," he said, pulling you close to him and kissing you gently on the forehead. "No problem, you ready to go?" you smiled.

"Yeah," he nodded, taking your hand and walking out onto the streets. There were loads of people out, mainly kids with their parents going trick-or-treating. Lando and you were off to Max Fewtrell's for some Halloween games.

There was never any decent prizes, but you always had fun when you played. You were there within ten minutes, just waltzing into his apartment like you always did. "Max? Get your ass out here!" Lando shouted.

"I'm here-" he started, but his face dropped when he saw yours and Lando's costumes. Max was basically wearing the same thing as Lando, but in green. It was slightly ironic, since they were like brothers, but they both looked far from impressed.

"You just had to copy me, didn't you Lando?" Max rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, looking at his curly haired friend. "We have been planning this for weeks! I bet you only figured yours out yesterday," Lando pouted.

"I did not!" Max countered, looking genuinely offended, but you could see that there was a hint of levity in his voice. "You two, it's fine. Now we're all matching," you laughed as both of their heads snapped towards you. "But baby, we look great. Max looks average at best," Lando whined.

"Get over it, we are matching now, and there is nothing we can do," you said, flicking him on the nose as he let out a pained shriek. "Hey, that hurt," he moped, rubbing his nose.

"You're too cute sometimes," you smiled, before turning back to Max. "What Halloween festivity do we have first, Max?" You asked, trying to divert attention away from the costume copy.

"First-up, we have apple bobbing. On each of the apples, I have carved a number. Whoever gets the highest number at the end, wins," he gleefully clapped, leading you through the apartment. Max quickly forgot about the short-lived costume controversy, but you could still hear Lando huffing behind you.

You walked into the bathroom, and he had filled the bathtub up and the surface of the cold water was covered in red apples. "OK, who's going first?" you excitedly asked, ready to start the fun. "We can rock paper scissors for it?" Lando piped up, a smile cracking onto his face.

"Lando, rock, paper, scissors!" Max said, throwing his hand into a fist in front of Lando. In turn, Lando set his hand out flat, in front of Max, before covering the fist. "OK, Y/N, rock, paper, scissors!" Lando smirked, adoring that he had defeated Max.

Sure, it was a small, meaningless competition, but it was a competition nonetheless. You thought you'd go for the same move, but Lando had somehow outsmarted you, winning with a pair of scissors. "I'm a gentleman, so I'll say ladies first," he sincerely smiled at you.

Without hesitation, you sunk down to your knees in front of the bathtub, tying your blonde wig behind your head to keep it from getting wet, and setting your tiara aside. "Now that is a sight I love to see," you heard Lando mutter.

Slowly, you picked up an apple out of the bath, before suddenly hurling it at him, water droplets spraying around the room. It hit him in the chest with a wet thud, so not exactly where you were aiming. "Hey! What was that for?" he whined, rubbing the damp patch on his chest.

"I heard that comment of yours, Norris," you scowled, turning back to the tub.

"Oh you're in trouble, Norris," Max sniggered, nudging Lando in the ribs with his elbow.

"You too, Fewtrell," you laughed, before submerging your face into the water. The cold of the liquid on your face made you want to open your mouth and take a breath, but you quickly realised that would end in disaster.

You took some time, before your teeth sunk into the flesh of one of the apples. You pulled your face out, opening your eyes to see Lando filming the ordeal. "Really?" you sighed, taking the apple out of your mouth.

"It's just for me," he smirked, shooting you a sly wink. You rolled your eyes at him, turning the apple over. You couldn't help but frown, as you saw a number two scratched into the bottom. "Well that's disappointing," you said, standing and showing them the apple.

Lando went next, pulling out a four, so not much better. As if by magic, Max came out with a perfect ten. You and Lando exchange a dubious glance, automatically thinking something fishy was up. Before your next turn, Lando dipped his hand into the water and swished it around.

The apples bumped against each other and the sides as they floated around in the waves he was creating, and you watched Max's eyes slightly widen. You smirked, dipping your head back into the water. The coolness was still a slight shock, but you found your next apple a lot easier this time.

Your teeth sunk into it with a satisfying crunch as bubbles floated to the top of the water. "And that is a perfect ten," you laughed as you turned the apple over. Max plastered a smile onto his face, but you could tell it was false.

Lando went, producing an eight this time. It wasn't enough to win, but it was still good. Max wasn't looking too zealous anymore, but both you and Lando knew that. As Max bent over to retrieve his final apple, Lando spread his hand across the back of his head and dunked him all the way in.

When he came back up for a panicked gasp of air, Max was staring daggers at Lando. "Are you trying to drown me?" he asked, picking up another apple and throwing it at him.

"What is it with you two and throwing wet apples at me?" he joked, swiping the apple up off the floor and reading the number as one. "Cheaters don't win, Max. But you already knew that," you teased, as Max's cheeks flushed red. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stuttered.

"I just thought you looked a bit... Surprised when we mixed the apples up," Lando added, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. "Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about," he giggled, scampering out of the bathroom.

"Next up, we have pumpkin carving!" he collared, quickly skirting around the topic of him cheating. He didn't win anyway, so it wasn't really a huge deal. You thought it was funny that he tried it on with the two of you, though.

The dining room table was decorated with some faux-autumn leaves, some little tea light candles, and three huge pumpkins. There were also a few, smaller pumpkins dotted around for the extra autumnal feel. "Y/N, since you won-"

"Barely," Lando interjected, and you whacked him playfully in the shoulder.

"You get five minutes extra, and we have 15 minutes each. First though, we can draw on our designs before we have to start slicing chunks out of our pumpkins," Max wiggled his arm towards the three pumpkins on the table, and you selected the one in the middle so that no fights would break out.

"Max, I want to know what you're doing beforehand, just so you don't copy me again," Lando teased, sitting down to your left as Max sat down to your right. "Oh you'll know what it is as soon as you see it," Max smirked, taking the lid off his pen with a click.

"And so will you," Lando smugly retorted, setting off to work on his pumpkin. You also set to work on your pumpkin, but you were taking more care with yours than the other two were. You had drawn on your face, and the other two were still furiously scribbling on theirs.

You had made it easy enough to carve, but also complex enough that it would look impressive once the lights were inside. "Y/N, you now have 20 minutes to gut and carve your pumpkin, off you go," Max announced as you got stuck in.

You pulled the top off, sinking your hand in and scooping out handfuls of the seeds and flesh that was in the pumpkin. It felt like slime as you flicked it into the bowl, and it left your hands cold and slippery. But, you didn't have time to waste.

Just as you picked up your knife, Max and Lando were able to start on their pumpkins. You tried to ignore their bickering as they hurled empty insults at each other over your head. You were too busy concentrating on making your pumpkin look perfect.

The boys started aggressively shivving at the tough, orange flesh of their canvas. Lando had his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as his mind was fully centered on making his masterpiece perfect.

Disappearing into the kitchen, you reappearing with two barbeque skewers in your hands. Lando and Max skeptically looked at you, wondering what on earth you could possibly need those for. "There's a method to my madness," you smiled, sticking one into either side of the pumpkin on the diagonal.

"Can I use these?" You asked, selecting two of the similarly sized smaller pumpkins that you thought would fit what you were wanting. "Sure," Max nodded, quickly focussing back onto the strenuous and arborous task of pumpkin carving.

You stuck the pumpkins onto the skewers, and you stood back and admired your work. But, you noticed the lack of a dancing orange flame illuminating the face of an icon of childhoods for the past century.

Glancing over at the clock, you saw there was only a minute left, and Max and Lando were frantically scrambling to try and get theirs finished. The timer shrilly buzzed, and they both practically threw their knives down on the table.

Slumping down in their seats, they were glad for it to be over. Max side-eyed your pumpkin and audibly signed. "You know what? Y/N, you can't win this round. You've got to pick between ours," he huffed.

"Fine," you rolled your eyes, realising that you would have clearly won. The other two just had random holes butchered into it. "Max, yours is clearly a depiction of..." you hummed, trying to decipher what the random circles and box were.

He pointed to a small carving that he had made on the image. "Is it Lando?" you asked, after seeing the LN4 that he had clearly scribbled on in the last seconds in a poor attempt to make it recognizable. "I think I automatically win because you could tell what mine was," Max triumphantly smirked.

"Absolutely not, if you see mine I will win," Lando pouted, pushing his pumpkin in your direction. "OK, OK, I will look at yours, Lando," you agreed, your eyes scanning over the image - well, what was supposed to be an image.

"I, uhm, I-" you fumbled, trying to think of what Lando might have drawn versus what you were seeing in front of you. "Baby, c'mon," he whined, brandishing his hand towards it harder as if it would instantly make you discern what it is.

"OK, look," he said, picking the pumpkin up and holding it next to Max's head in a final attempt to make his image known. "Is it Max?" you sighed, realising what he was going for. But, it was very far off the real thing. "Yeah," he nodded, a smug smile on his face.

"I'm sorry babe, but Max's is a bit more... Realistic, true to life," you said, looking at Lando as his face dropped. "Yes!" Max cheered, running over to the couch and hopping onto the comfiest spot. "Lando, since you lost, you have to get drinks and snacks for the night," Max collared like a child.

"It's only fair," you shrugged, leaving Lando stood with his pumpkin in the middle of the kitchen floor. The three of you watched a couple of movies, while also receiving a noise complaint due to the loudness of your screams.

You thanked Max for another fun Halloween, and promised to do it at yours next year so that he wouldn't have to clean up by himself. As soon as you stepped foot outside, Lando grabbed you and slung you over his shoulder as he carried on walking.

"It's time for the princess to go back to her tower, since Mario has realised that she is disloyal and can't even let him win the pumpkin carving competition," Lando laughed, as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Ah, I'd be careful, you might fall," he tutted, tightening his grip on you as you felt like a sack of potatoes while he carried you. You didn't bother protesting, knowing he would definitely backchat you back. At least you didn't have to walk.

"Now how about we make Halloween a little more spooky?" He smirked, putting you down on your feet as he stood you against the wall. He leant into kiss you as he pinned your body with his, but you couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously when you have that moustache on and that costume," you laughed, the sounds echoing around the now empty streets.

"Please just let me kiss you? Then we can go home, and I can take the moustache off and you won't find me funny anymore," he pleaded. You didn't say anything, in fear of laughing at him again. You leant in to give him what he wanted so that you could get rid of that goddamn moustache, but then you heard something.

"You OK?" Lando asked when your eyes averted to the other side of the street.

"Yeah, yeah," you nodded, sure you were just hearing things. It had sounded like footsteps, but nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere around you. You leant in again, but then there it was again. "Did you hear that?" Lando asked, instantly becoming sheepish.

"That's what I heard earlier," you said, and his face turned even more panicked. He took your hand and started to quickly walk down the street to your apartment. "Lando, it's nothing," you dismissed, eyes darting around the dark street.

"We don't know that!" he said, walking quicker to the point he was nearly running. "It's Halloween, that's when the spirits come out," he rambled, and you couldn't help but laugh. "It's true!" he protested.

"Fine, fine," you giggled behind him. Lando had never been superstitious, but you found it funny to see him so frazzled. Even if there were spirits out to get you, they were doing you a favour. You were on your way home, and you were going to get that god-awful moustache off of Lando, so you were the one winning, despite how spooked Lando was. It was spooky season, afterall.

A/N - I got this finished for today, but that doesn't mean it's any good. The Charles Special is the first thing on my to do list next time I get free time, and I am working through requests as often as I can. Sorry for all the lateness on everything, I will make it my mission to make the Christmas ones actually come out on Christmas. Same with Lando's birthday post, but that's less likely. Love you lots! 💖

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loveswrites · 7 months ago

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hi love, I don't know exactly if you write reactions, I thought I would found something like this on tumblr but I didn't so i'd like to request a reaction of the vampires (in general, not just the Cullen's if it's ok, of course) to reader being their blood singers, like how would they deal with it and stuff (don't need to be poly if you don't want to)

thanks lovely <3

Head Cannon Cullens x Reader X Volturi Reacting to you being there blood singer.

Hi love, I hope this was kind what you were talking about. I've never done one like this before but I think this is what you meant. I hope you like it. I didn't get around to doing everyone but let me know if you would like me too.

Love <3

Word count: 871

Edward

~ Avoids you constantly until his curiosity gets the best of him. Always quoting Curiosity kills the cat. It’s like he forgot he himself was the cat. Yearns to be with you 24/7 but also aches to be away from you 25/8. The fact that he can’t seem to stay away from you kills him inside. The fact that he might be the one to lead you to your death kills him even more. Can’t help but to love you up close instead of afar. If he went more than a week without your scent he loses focus that he can’t regain.

“Edward.”

“Edward!” Emmett yelled, snapping Edward out of his lovesick high.

“What?” Edward frowned, eyes still unfocused.

“He’s doing it again!” Emmett yelled, shaking his head.

Jasper

~ Jasper would have the hardest time out of all of them. Jasper being scared of hurting you would over shine his love for you. But the fact that he’s even trying to have this much restraint when it comes to you shows how deep his love goes. He wouldn’t trust himself to be alone with you for more than two minutes. So count on spending constant time together with him, Edward and or Alice.

“Come closer Jasper, Please I trust you.” You pleaded.

“I can’t.. I really wish I could But.. I’m just not strong enough.” Jasper stood in a corner with his eyes closed tightly.

You sighed in slight disappointment.

“I’m truly sorry, darling.” He spoke softly.

Alice

~ Alice would be one who can handle it as long as your blood stays in your veins. The moment it’s reached the oxygen of the outer world she gets upset at herself for her personal faith being so weak. Even though she’s seen that she never hurts you in the future she wonders if it’s her constant worry that keeps you safe from her nature.

“You told me you wanted to take me shopping today.” You smiled at Alice.

“I’m sorry but today won’t be a good day we’re going camping today. It was late notice.” Alice responded upset that she doesn’t know how strong she is when it comes to you.

Carlisle

~ Carlisle though your blood, your scent is more tempting. He wouldn’t have much trouble with it. In fact your scent would be calming to him at the end of the day. After a long day at the hospital surrounded by so many scents of others yours is the only one he couldn’t wait to smell all day.

“I missed you today.” He said smiling as you kissed his lips softly.

“Long day at work?” You smiled back.

He silently nodded softly stroking your hair. The simple act of love was like it made your scent smell sweeter. He was in love.

Rose

~ She hates you at first. She takes pride in the fact that she’s never had one drop of human blood. And then here you come like you were made to be her number one temptation. And she hates you for that. She doesn’t talk to you. She doesn’t look at you. She stays ten feet away at all times. You and Alice became friends so the fact that you're sitting in her house. On her couch. Making the house smell like nothing but temptation from the devil himself she hates. She feels like Edward, which she also hates.

“Hey Rose!” You yelled trying to catch up with her. She brushed past you when you got up to greet her.

“Rose?!” You yelled once again. Slowing down you frowned.

Why doesn’t she like you?

Caius

~ You would have to build a very strong connection with Caius for him to even care to keep you alive. Once he smelt your scent he wanted nothing more than to drain you dry and watch your body go limp. In fact he got a thrill out of the thought. But he thought blood singers only come once in a lifetime and to kill you now would be a waste. Especially since in his lifetimes of living he’s never smelt a scent like yours. As your connection grew because your life literally depended on it he thought Maybe I’ll just have a sip every now and then.

“I love this painting.. What does it mean?” You asked, hands gliding against the moist paint.

“It represents the desperation of death.” Caius spoke, wrapping his arms around your waist hiding his face in your neck hovering his fangs over the very line of your life.

Jane

~ Jane she wouldn’t know what to do with this information. Does she just kill you and get it over with or does she play with her temptations? She’d keep you around But when upset she can be very hostile and her actions may be unforgivable so keep your distance when you hear she’s had a bad day.

“Jane I saw this beautiful hair pin that I think would-”

“If I just suck you dry do you think you’d still be able to talk this much?” She spoke glaring at you with her piercing red eyes.

Once no answer came from you as you stood there with wide eyes she simply walked away from you.

#loveswrites #poly twilight #the volturi #x reader #twilight #cullen poly #oneshots #cauis x reader #edward cullen x reader #Alice x reader #carlisle x reader #jasper x reader #rosalie cullen xreader #jane volturi x reader

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co-sharkie · 8 months ago

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(POLY) WWE’s Himbo BFs when your dads find out

Kevin Owens has been like a father figure to you ever since you joined WWE. When Randy Orton made a return, he had also taken up the same role.

Both of them were there when you needed anything and somehow always managed to show up when you were in trouble to help.

It was comforting at first, but then you got worried when you started dating both Grayson Waller and Austin Theory.

Both duos were constantly head to head.

The boys knew how close you were to Kevin and Randy. They honestly thought it was funny that no one knew about you three being together.

It was a good few months before anyone found out. It was Bianca Belair who had seen you with Austin. She congratulated you two and went on her way, promising to keep it quiet.

Until she saw you two days later with Grayson. Then she was a little confused. She asked you about it the following day, and you had to expose your secret.

Again, she promised to keep quiet and soon Naomi knew. It wasn’t a big deal, you three were just a little worried.

Austin and Grayson knew they would be dead if Randy and Kevin found out.

Majority of the roster knew that if you got hurt in any way, those two would burn the place down.

You sat at the table across from Kevin and Randy. They had invited you for dinner after your victory in the ring. Luckily, it was late so the restaurant was not packed and no one seemed to recognize any of you.

"So..." Randy put his fork down on his plate and folded his hands on the table. "I've been hearing some rumors that you have been seeing someone?"

You choked on your drink. "Oh really?" You nervously laughed. "What's the details on that...?"

Kevin looked between you two. His eyes narrowed like he knew you had a secret. How he always knew was a surprise to you. "Someone Kevin and I are all too familiar with..." Randy stared at you. His eyes burning a hole through you. "Someone named... Grayson Waller."

You find interest in the wood grain of the table. You could hear Kevin abruptly stand up. His chair fell back onto the floor. A few patrons looked over to observe the scene. "Waller!? You're dating Waller!?"

You held your hands out to Kevin, trying to get him back into his seat. "Please calm down! I promise it's not as bad as it seems."

Kevin stormed off, presumably to the bathroom to run some water over his face. You held your head in your hands. "Why did you have to say that, Randy?"

Randy chortled. "It had to come out one way or another."

"But here? Really?" You ran your hands down you face. "This couldn't have been a private conversation?"

It was another ten minutes before Kevin returned to the table. His face was no longer red and he seemed much more calm. It surprised you how fast he was able to calm himself after hearing the news.

He sat back in his chair that Randy had picked up earlier. He put his hands together and looked at you before saying, "I may have overreacted, I apologize. We can talk about this later." He forced a smile and finished eating. The table was silent the rest of the night.

A few days after the dinner, you still have not spoken to Kevin or Randy about your relationship with Grayson.

You immediately told both boys, which resulted in Grayson almost fainting.

"How did he know?? I'm gonna die!"

You had to reassure Grayson he would be fine, and that Kevin wouldn't actually kill him.

The night of the next show, Grayson and Austin were with you backstage.

Grayson ran off to grab some drinks from catering while Austin stayed in the quiet corner of backstage with you. You three would always find the most desolate spot before interacting with each other. So far, it worked in keeping your relationship concealed.

Austin held both of your hands in his while you two talked. The boys had a match later and wanted you to see it. They've been wanting you to come out to the ring with them ever since you all started dating, but it was discussed that it would be better if you didn't.

"You don't think Randy or Kevin are going to go out there, right?" Austin asked. Even though he wasn't caught, he was still worried. Kevin and Randy could both be extremely unhinged.

"No, I doubt it. If you're that scared, I'll distract them during your match." You smiled.

Austin playfully rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared, babe. Just don't want them to interfere with our match." Austin leaned down to give you a kiss. When your lips met his, you heard familiar voices.

"There you are." Randy called out your name. "I brought you some-"

Randy paused and Austin slowly pulled away from you. Austin and you stared at Randy, who looked like he was about to drop the plate of cake he had in his hands. "Ok, I'm scared." Austin whispered.

Moments after, with all three of you still frozen, Kevin came around the corner. Kevin stopped, and you gave him a pitiful smile. "Please don't freak out." You pleaded.

Kevin pointed to both you and Austin, jaw dropped." What is going on here? Why are your hands on her hands?"

"Because... we are dating..." Austin managed to stumble out.

Kevin looked at Randy with confusion. "I thought you said she was dating Waller, not Theory."

"I thought she was, too!" Randy and Kevin started arguing. Kevin blaming Randy for giving him false information and Randy trying to defend himself.

You and Austin slowly started backing up while they were distracted with each other. Your stealthy get away was foiled when Grayson had finally returned. "Hey, babe, they didn't have the gatorade flavor you like so I just got you water."

Grayson was too busy struggling to hold a bunch of drinks and snacks in his arms to notice Kevin and Randy. Both older men had stopped arguing and their necks snapped to look at Grayson.

Austin had called to Grayson through gritted teeth. Grayson finally looked up and you thought you saw his soul leave his body. "Oh no." He squeaked.

"Did you just call her 'babe'?" Kevin's eyes were wide with ferocity. You couldn't tell if it was from surprise or the intent to murder.

"Ok, let's just all calm down." Randy put a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "We can talk this out, we don't need any blood."

Austin still stood next to you, holding one of your hands. Grayson was a bit off to the side of you, frozen in fear with little baggies of snacks threatening to fall from his grip. Kevin's breathing increased and you were certain that if Randy didn't have a hold on him, he'd be charging one of your boys through the cement walls.

"So, which one of them are you actually dating? Or is this all just an elaborate... rebellion prank or something?" Randy tried to get his thoughts out.

"Randy, uh..." You struggled to find the way to express your relationship with both of the boys in a way Randy and Kevin could understand. "I'm with both."

Kevin looked at you with his jaw tight and his eyes wide. "Like... a throuple?" Randy questioned.

You nodded. Austin had shuffled behind you, getting increasingly uneasy with Kevin's expressions. Randy looked between you three, as did Kevin.

"Well, I was prepared for one of them, but not both." Randy laughed.

Kevin gave Randy a look. "You're just fine with this? I wasn't even prepared for Waller!"

"Hey, if they're happy, who am I to get between it." Randy guided Kevin to the side, ushering him to leave. Randy handed you the plate he was holding that whole time. "Here's that cake I got for you. Be good, kids!"

Once Kevin and Randy were out of ear shot, Grayson dropped to his knees and let out the breath he seemed to be holding that entire time. "That went better than I thought." Austin said.

"I thought I was going to die..." Grayson mumbled.

"You're so dramatic, get up." You pulled Grayson back up with a small laugh. You pat his back and took a few things from his arms, then planted a kiss on his cheek. "You guys need to get ready for your match."

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #austin theory x reader #wwe fanfiction

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stargalaxxy · 5 months ago

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𐙚Lloyd Garmadon x Reader⋆˚✿˖°

─★˙ ̟Okiii soooo, I read this like once at 3 in the freakin' morning so I'm sure there is gonna be hella mistakes (¬_¬") but you guys let's just focus on the cutesy stuff I'll fix it later don't worry shhhhh ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ This is a continuation of my Comic Lover!Lloyd x Shojo Lover!Reader thank you guys for supporting my terrible writing skills oml (っ- ‸ - ς) ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

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Lloyd was laying on your bed with you, your legs tangled together as you were reading Yona of the Dawn.

You look over for the hundredth time at Lloyd, he has been on that same page of Starfairer for almost ten minutes you knew he wasn’t reading.

“Is something on your mind?” you tilt your head at your friend also crush, it’s been a few weeks since you kissed Lloyd’s cheek. It took a while for you to look him in the eyes after the incident, every time you did sneak in glances, you’d see his face pink with blush.

Seeing that reaction made you comfortable to try and talk to him again, feeling hopeful that Lloyd harbors some type of feelings for you.

But your mind kept pulling you back finding reasons as to why Lloyd could never like you like that, you guys were just friends!

“Huh? Oh, yea no I’m fine” Lloyd lifts as he looks down at your legs tangled in his.

There it was! that cute blush on his cheeks!

Lloyd didn’t sound too convincing to your question though...

You hum eyeing him suspiciously, you knew Lloyd for a long time to know when something is upsetting him.

“Really I’m fine, (y/n), what volume is that?” Lloyd changes the subject as he points to your book. “It’s volume eleven of Yona of the Dawn, but this isn’t about my book, if you’re bored, we can do something else.”

You move your legs much to Lloyd’s disappointment. “No no! I wanna hang out with you!” Lloyd covers his mouth embarrassed by his outburst. You giggle, “I didn’t say for us to do our own things, we can just do something else.”

Lloyd scratches the back of his head as he nods, “oh, oh yea, that sounds like a good idea” Lloyd smiles as you both stand. “You wanna go and see a movie?” You suggest as you both make your way out the door.

“Hmm, not bad, how about some window shopping? Aren’t you looking for a new jacket?” You gasp, “yea yea! I was! It’s getting colder and I want something big!” Lloyd chuckles and nods.

“Alright then let’s go to the mall that’s close by, it’s walking distance so we can head out now?” you suggest, Lloyd shoves his hands into his green jacket. “Sounds good, let’s go-“ “wait! Lemme go change, oki?” Lloyd stops and stares at you. “For real? You look fine” Lloyd lifts a brow as you continue back to your room. “I’ll look better with a comb through my hair, and you could use a brushing too~” you sass as Lloyd rolls his eyes brushing his hand through his hair.

“Please, this is iconic~” you both laugh, “fine, just wait here oki?” You lean against the door looking up a Lloyd. The more you look at him the more you feel he’s getting taller than you.

His teasing glint marks your face as you stare back up at him your grin turns to a swooning smile.

If your eyes could, Lloyd would be seeing hearts in them.

“I gotta change Lloyd..” you trail off looking at his cheek to where you kissed him on, this moment reminding you of the night where you kissed him.

“Yea, just-can I look at you for a little longer?” Lloyd’s voice was quiet, but you heard him. Your heart was beating fast your tummy turned as butterflies floated inside,

“O-oki..” both your eyes land on each other’s lips.

There was then a shuffle, it was quiet that you didn’t hear. But Lloyd did, it made him jump and look back, that broke you from your trance as your face exploded with red.

“S-sorry!” You slam the door shut in a hurry; your heart felt as though it’ll jump from your chest.

Lloyd stands on the other side, he was so close!

Glaring to his left to the empty hallway he raises a brow. “I thought you guys were supposed to help not be a hindrance” Lloyd grumpily pouts as Kai pops his head out.

“Hah, blame Jay for that one..” Kai points to Jay’s guilty face who comes around the corner followed by Cole and Zane.

“What! Cole pushed me! I lost my balance!” Jay tries to defend himself as the boys shake their heads in disappointment.

“But you were so close to kissy kissy, Lloyd~” Kai smooshes his cheeks to pucker his face making kissing noises.

Lloyd had to stop himself from blushing, so he didn’t make the teasing a hundred times worst.

For weeks Lloyds brothers have been pushing y’all together, from choosing you two to go on partner missions. To being left alone at home, or tripping both of you up to physical contact.

Lloyd’s heart was on a roller coaster as he felt that he had to look over his shoulders to make sure his brothers weren’t scheming anything.

“I think I’m gonna do this myself, I appreciate your guys’ help, but you guys are too much” Lloyd rolls his eyes as his brother’s mouths hanged.

“Too much?! Might I remind you I was the one who got you two cuddling on the couch!” Kai rebuttals as the rest shush him for being too loud,

“Uh yea, that was after you scared (y/n) into thinking there were ghost! We were watching a horror movie I felt like her nails were digging into my skin like a cat.” Lloyd grimaced as much as he loved the contact the pain was a bit much.

“Okay Okay, what about Jay, when he got you guys that date?”

“You mean when Jay sucked horribly as a waiter?” Lloyd lifts a brow as the boys stare a Jay,

“wh-hat? I thought I could take a bite from their food. I was hungry” the boys groan as Kai continues to defend themselves.

“Zane! Buddy, please tell me you helped!” “I calculated scenarios that would be appropriate for romantical reciprocation of feelings.”

“Uh yea Zane if you lived in the 1950’s. I don’t think you’re up to date on romance stuff.” Lloyd crosses his arms as Kai looks to Cole,

“And before you ask, Cole just shoved me into (y/n)” Kai glowers at him as Cole shrugs.

“My parents bumped into each other, and now I’m here.” Cole answers as if it helped.

“Thanks guys but I think I got it, (y/n) and I are going to the mall, and maybe see a movie. So, I’m just gonna let things happen.”

“But that’s so boring!” Kai pouts as Lloyd chuckles and walks away from his brothers to wait for you in the gaming room. However you were having your own chat with an unexpected visitor.

As after you closed the door on Lloyd cursing at the universe for taking away your romantic moment that you have only dreamed about. A voice pops from behind you,

“Wow you were not kidding when you said you liked him. There was so much romantic tension I thought you two were gonna suck faces.”

“Ack-Nya!?” you shout flustered at the sudden guest.

“H-how long have you been there?!” you push your back against the door as if trying to sink through as the older women chuckles standing from your bed.

“Long enough for me to feel that I had to hide under the bed, gosh (y/n) you both are like lovesick puppies” Nya walks over to you, noticing your distance she gives a supportive smile.

“Am I wrong for pushing my feeling even though you told me not to?” you couldn’t look at Nya feeling ashamed as if you betrayed her.

“No, its normal to love someone (y/n), I just only told you that because Lloyd was going through a lot at the time.”

You finally look up as Nya places a hand on your shoulder,

“It’s oki to have feelings for him, you guys have known each other since you were kids, I wasn’t surprised when you told me” Nya chuckles again as you blush smiling.

“If you truly love Lloyd, you should confess, I’m sure Lloyd feels the same” Nya winks as she grabs the door handle.

You finally snap out of your thoughts as you look up at Nya again, “W-wait! How do you know Lloyd likes me?” Nya pauses before she smiles.

“Who knows, I guess you’ll just have to find out~” Nya opens the door walking out to see the boys.

“You knuckleheads suck at advice you know that?” Nya places a hand on her hip as the guys look to Nya surprised at her sudden entrance.

“Woah sis, what are you doing here?”

“Hi, Nya~” Jay swoons making Kai vomit, but he swallows it down to hear Nya.

“Just helping out, unlike you guys.” Nya squints pointing to Kai,

“Lloyd told me about all of your schemes, geez Kai, you’d think with all the girls you talk to you’d finally pick up on something about them” Nya huffs at her older brother as his jaw dropped,

“You were the one giving Lloyd advise?” Nya rolls her eyes, “duh, I’m the only one with a proper brain around here” she walks away leaving the guys dumbfounded.

“Ugh, sisters” Kai sighs in defeat as he walks to his room,

“She’s the best~” Jay swoons as Coles grabs his shirt leading him away as Zane follows.

“I should update my knowledge of todays romance from Nya, she seems very wise.”

Cole smiles rolling his eyes at the nindroid, “yea buddy you do that.”

You dressed into a new outfit, Nya was right, if you loved Lloyd you should confess!

But what if it goes wrong? What if you trip?!

No, it’ll go fine, Nya said that Lloyd might feel the same way so what’s the worst that could happen?

“Yea, I’ll confess!” you grab your bag giving one last look in the mirror before leaving.

You scan the hallway as you look for Lloyd,

“Lloyd! Lloyd where are you?” you hum as you walked around.

You hear sliding of doors behind you seeing your sensei,

“Oh, (y/n) what a surprise” sensei Wu walks out cane in hand, most likely meditating in his room.

“Ah, sensei! Have you seen Lloyd? We’re going out and I can’t find him.”

“Hm, I have not seen my nephew, but I wasn’t aware that you two have already confessed. I’m surprised” Wu strokes his beard a smile on his lips as he notices your flustered face.

“Wha-n-no it’s just as friends it’s not like that!”

“Oh, just as friends?”

You look back to see Lloyd had entered the hall, “ye-yea, we’re friends Lloyd so it’s obvious we’d go out as just that!” your rambles continue not noticing Lloyds sadden face.

“h-hey what’s wrong?” your rambling stops as you finally catch a sight of Lloyd.

“oop gotta go” the old man hobbles away as you and Lloyd look to each other, until you finally realize.

“O-oh no Lloyd I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“N-no it’s fine, you’re right we are friends, so let’s go out that way.” Lloyd smiles but you knew it was forced,

“W-wait Lloyd-“

“c’mon (y/n) let’s go before the mall gets packed.”

And with that Lloyd left, you weren’t sure why you didn’t just keep talking telling him that you truly didn’t mean what you said. That you saw Lloyd as more than just a friend, but for some reason you kept quiet as you both walk quietly to the mall. Lloyds hands stuffed in his pocket as he looks off in the distance, you can’t help but look at him, did you hurt him? Was he sad because he saw you as more than a friend?

“Lloyd”

“Hey we’re here.”

“Lloyd! Don’t ignore me!” you grab his arm grabbing his attention, you did sound a bit harsh, and Lloyd caught on to that just as fast as you did.

“Lloyd, please talk to me..” your voice now quiet as you lower your hand, “did I hurt you?” Lloyd was still quiet it made you nervous.

“I just, can I have a moment please?” Lloyd looks back at you,

What was happening?

How fast your guy’s mood changed was weird, you slowly let go as Lloyd walks away, “I’ll meet you in the clothing department, oki?” all you could do was nod your head as Lloyd walked away.

Now here you were walking by yourself, this wasn’t going as planned,

You sigh as you browse around not really paying much attention as your thoughts were on Lloyd.

Was it because I snapped at him? Was I truly that harsh? Your heart spiked in speed with anxiety. Was it my words earlier? Did I ruin my chances with Lloyd?

You think back to every romance drama in your manga, ridiculing every conflict that could have been easily dealt with from the main love interests.

You had to find Lloyd; you can’t let him sit in those feelings if you can help explain what you meant.

You look around taking a random direction as you try and find Lloyd, “L-Lloyd! Lloy-oof” you bump into someone holding your head you quickly apologized.

“Woah, its my lucky day, hey cutie~” you stare confused at the guy that for some reason knew you.

You look up feeling your stomach drop,

It was the guy from the comic shop!

“I see you left your boyfriend huh, realized there’s better?” the guy was talking to a wall as you turn away and start walking ignoring the guy.

“woah woah, wait come bac-“

“Leave me alone!” your voice was firm as you glare at the guy he stopped as you continue walking, feeling victorious you smile.

Until you feel a tight grip on your wrist and slammed against a wall,

Your senses were shaken up as the back of your head harshly hit the wall.

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” his hands gripped your upper arm trapping you under him, the harsh scent of his cologne was the only thing getting to you as his grip got tighter.

“Hey, I’m talking to yo-What?!” the guy looks back at someone tugging on his shirt agitated until he got a face full of fist seeing someone punch him in the face as the guy lands on the floor.

You look down in shock, seeing the guy was knocked out with a broken nose,

You finally come back to your senses as you look up.

It was Lloyd, he huffed panting mostly from anger as his eyes glowed red. His hair over his eye as he composes himself using one of his hands to push his cowlick back letting it fall out of his face.

He finally looks to you his eyes going soft as he gives you his hand, you take it, and he leads you out to the exit in silence.

When you both got to a secluded spot Lloyd stops and looks at you,

“I’m sorry” he was quiet as he reaches over to touch the back of your head, a tiny bump laid on where you hit your head he glares at the floor.

“Lloyd, I’m so sorry.” You look down as Lloyd’s face softens,

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“But I yelled at you!” your emotions came flooding as your voice cracked, sniffling you continue.

“I like you Lloyd, I really really like you, I hated it when you ignored me, I hated the fact that I made you upset. I’m so so sorry” you hiccup holding yourself in self comfort.

Lloyd was quiet, “I shouldn’t have ignored you I was wrong for that, I didn’t like it when you said that we were just friends, the thought of you with other guys. And only being seen as a friend, just the thought alone…” Lloyd stops himself as he pulls you into his chest, there was the silence again as he held you letting your cry. When you finally calmed down Lloyd grips your shirt,

“You smell…”

You jump at his sudden unexpected blunt observation,

“wha-“ your voice was soft but he heard you.

“You smell like him…” Lloyd’s voice was quiet yet gravely making your stomach do flips, his mouth close to you as each warm breath landed on your blushing ears.

Lloyd pulls away as he takes off his green jacket, leaving him in his tight fitted white shirt, he wraps his arms around you pulling the jacket over your form. Almost engulfing you as his jacket surrounded you like a weighted blanket, it was so soft, it smelled just like him.

Unconsciously you take his sleeve that laid over your hand lifting it to your nose, you take a small sniff letting Lloyd’s scent calm your nerves. You look up at Lloyd, with puffy eyes, tear streaks down your cheeks and a plumped bottom lip from chewing on it. You blush as Lloyd’s own flustered face met yours,

Dammit, Lloyd really needed to invest in a camera. He looks away his red eyes glowing as he covers his growing smile as his blush got worst, Lloyd enjoyed the way you looked in his hoodie.

“d-do you like me, Lloyd?” your voice was quiet as you covered you mouth over Lloyd’s sleeve as if trying to stop yourself from embarrassing yourself any further.

You hear Lloyd chuckle as he gives a toothy smile, looking up you see his dull fangs and blushing face, he looked so handsome you couldn’t help but share the same smile.

“Is that even a question?” You got your answer, but you wanted a little bit more of a confirmation. Your flustered face was evident as you continue to stare at Lloyd,

“Can you say it anyways?” Lloyd chuckles once again,

“I like you (y/n) I love you so much.” Lloyd cups your face in his large hands. You grab his hands and lean up to peck a quick kiss to his lips, Lloyd huffs as he brings you back.

Your lips connect again as your eyes widen seeing a playful glint in Lloyds red eyes before closing them to feel your lips over his.

Your own close after his feeling the world go quiet giving you two your moment together of intimacy,

Soon Lloyd pulls away to inhale a shaky breath watching you catch your breath as well.

Both your faces were red if it wasn’t already obvious, smiles planted on your faces as you both pull away fully hand in hand walking back to the monastery.

“Did Nya talk to you?” breaking the comfortable silence you grin as Lloyd smiles looking away,

“I got tired of the guys shoving me into you.” Lloyd laughs as you gasp,

“I knew something was wrong with them! Cole never shoves me!” you huff as you recalled past occurrences connecting them back to your brothers.

“Dummies.” You mutter as Lloyd chuckles,

“It was fun though, I can’t lie I liked catching you whenever they would trip you~” Lloyd teased making you roll your eyes, “I bet” you playfully push him.

Your hands stayed locked together continuing your quiet stroll back home.

You gasp as you stop, “I didn’t buy a jacket!” you try to run back making an escape like last time until Lloyd pulls you back.

He silently points to the jacket already on you as you look down following his finger, “b-but this is your jacket…” you trail as your blush returns.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, “our jacket~” he grins as he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you into him as he walks forcing you to already follow.

You smile under him as you wrap your arms around his chest, “I like like you Lloyd” you close your eyes letting Lloyd lead you hearing his chest rumble as he snickers.

“I like like you too (y/n)~”

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I got options, babe - Lockwood x Reader

“It’s a snow globe.”

In a miraculous moment of clarity, she realised what George was violently trying to communicate to her from behind Lockwood: play dumb.

”What’s a snow globe?”

George was positively beside himself.

a/n: the people have spoken so here is part 2 to buy me presents! am so sad i fell a little sick during the hols, threw a terrible wrench in my 12 days of fics plans for last year but i'm alr planning ahead for this year :))) yes its xmas themed but the vibes are close enough to valentines so shush. if i was in the l&co universe i would pay good money to see someone tell george to live laugh love, and i would tip extra if it was lockwood hehe. also I tagged a few extra ppl who seemed interested in a sequel!

warnings/tropes: lockwood x glassmith!reader, mostly fluffy, only a smidge of angst towards the end, clueless lockwood my beloved <3

word count: 2.6k!

buy me presents (pt 1)

TAGLIST | MASTERLIST

When Lockwood had shaken George awake plenty of hours before, it had taken a while for George's brain to catch up to what was happening. By the time it did, he was worriedly watching Lockwood animatedly talking to one of the shop assistants from a nearby telephone booth.

"No idea what it is, or why..." he was telling Lucy. Lockwood was looking around for him. George nervously shifted behind one of the bars of the booth.

"Maybe he's just blowing off some steam?"

Lockwood was now wearing an aggressively tinseled Santa hat while wielding an identical one. George had a pretty good idea who that was for.

"Er, maybe. But perhaps you should come home too. Just in case."

Lockwood had finally spotted George and was frantically waving him over. George did not like the way the Christmas lights were reflecting in Lockwood's eyes.

"For the love of God, Luce, please come home. You can't leave with me...this."

With a bone-deep sigh, George regretfully hung up and emerged from the telephone booth, smiling weakly at Lockwood.

He was more than grateful for his presence of mind earlier, once they had reached Portland Row. Lucy walked in just minutes after Lockwood's unpleasant realisation about Nicholas and guffawed at the sight of the tiny tsunami of gifts.

"Brilliant," George said. "Your turn." He handed Lucy one of the last presents he had been holding and disappeared into the kitchen. She turned towards Lockwood incredulously, who was indignantly standing in front of the sea of presents with his hands on his hips. She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, okay, I see how it is. I buy a few gi-"

"In what WORLD is this few-"

"- few gifts, and suddenly I'm the bad guy. It's Christmas, but I'm feeling a lot of negativity pent up here."

"Now you're just deflecting." Lucy rolled her eyes as Lockwood started fishing out some receipts from his pockets.

"Can't a guy spend...uh...three-oh. Oh. That's a lot of zeroes."

"Lockwood. How much did you spend?"

"...suddenly, I don't think I know any numbers past ten."

"Lockwood!"

"I couldn't figure out the installment plans! That's Y/N's job!"

George returned to the front door corridor and started picking up some boxes at random and shaking them experimentally.

"Yeah, a fine job you've left her to sort out your debts! No more shopping till Easter. And George, if you don't steal his wallet, I will."

He held up the present he was holding to Lockwood. "Listen, I don't think Y/N's going to want all of these, so how about I -"

"Absolutely not."

George made a rather rude gesture and disappeared back into the kitchen. Lockwood bent over to start clearing a path through the presents to the stairs.

"How was I supposed to know she was only kidding?"

"You know what her sense of humour's like. George and I would have picked up on it in a second."

A very unhappy Lockwood straightened out from under the avalanche of presents.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

A little before lunch, Lockwood knocked on the attic door. It was ajar, and she was reading in a contorted position, all twisted up with a blanket on her rug in the one patch of sunlight in the room, leaning against her bed. She nearly tipped over when Lockwood poked his head in, but caught herself in time.

"Hey."

They stared at each other for a moment. It was the first time they had been alone since the morning's happenings, and it didn't feel as easy to laugh about it all when it was just them. Because the truth was, she didn't find it all that funny. Confusing, yes. Stressful, perhaps. But it wasn't that funny when all the emotions felt excruciatingly true. She closed her book, and Lockwood took another step in, leaning against the bannister.

"I'm sorry about the whole Nicholas thing. I was having a laugh, that's all. I never wanted to make you seem...foolish."

"I don't even remember Nicholas. I mean, that guy."

"Lockwood."

"Who's Loc- I mean, Nicholas? I'm Lockwood."

"Yes, I know."

"And I don't feel foolish. Do you think I'm foolish?"

She smiled at him with rheumy eyes, and his face twisted strangely like he was suppressing his own smile. His eyes drifted to the book in her lap, and the blanket swaddling her face.

"Er, reading?"

"Trying to. The sun's making me feel so sleepy."

"Then move out of the sun. Or take a nap."

She glared at him, scoffing incomprehensibly. "T-take a nap? What am I, 5? And we barely get any sun as it is, I'm trying to thaw my insides."

"Can you even breathe in that?"

She took a wheezing breath. "...yes."

Still, Lockwood sat down next to her, and after a bit of scuffling, she was tipped slightly to her side, leaning against him slightly. She was starting to regret using such a thick blanket through which she barely felt his shoulder. He picked up the book and opened it to the pages her finger was stuck between, and started reading. She closed her eyes and listened. It was some dream to be sitting next to him, without the usual inches between, to hear his honeyed voice ebb and flow, to watch his fingers smooth the pages and fiddle with the edges.

It was mildly disconcerting to hear the shape of his voice take on such a poetic form as if they were in some parallel universe. As if they were in some parallel universe where falling in love was easier than falling asleep.

A few hours later, she woke up on her bed with a jolt, writhing uncomfortably in her blanket. Once she had managed to peel herself out of it, the embarrassment of having fallen asleep on him sunk in. She needed something to take her mind off it and eventually decided to tinker in her workshop. Down in the basement, she had a small makeshift workshop set up for the occasional tinkering or fiddling with some spare parts. It helped her mind relax when her hands had something to do.

She spent a very peaceful hour regluing some tiny diamonds that had fallen off an old watch. That was, until a door banged open from somewhere else in the house, followed by frantic voices. She looked up in alarm as the footsteps drew closer, blinking owlishly behind her magnifying eyeglasses. Her door swung open and Lockwood walked in, closely followed by a barely suppressed silent, but very agitated, George.

“Y/N, look what I found in George’s suitcase.”

Between the panicked sirens blaring in her head and George’s epileptic hand gestures, it was a miracle she was able to process all those words in the right order.

“…oh?”

A frozen smile sat on her face as her eyes nervously darted between the boys’ faces.

“It’s a snow globe.”

In a miraculous moment of clarity, she realised what George was violently trying to communicate to her: play dumb.

”What’s a snow globe?”

George was positively beside himself.

Lockwood, on the other hand, looked alarmed and touchingly concerned.

“You...you don’t know what a snow globe is? Do they not have snow globes where you’re from?”

“Did you just ask me if they have snow globes…in Hackney?”

He looked slightly miffed, but she couldn’t stay annoyed for long with his foolishly good-natured intentions.

“Look, Lockwood, I’m a little busy here. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just…wanted to see if you knew anything about this.” He turns it over in his hand, and even with the shelter of anonymity, she finds herself desperately seeking the approval in his eyes that she had been hoping for. “It’s...it's beautiful. When I first saw it, I thought…” He looks up from the snow globe at her, where she’s holding her breath, and she’s distantly aware of how suspiciously invested she must seem in his answer.

“I thought it had to be you.”

She has his answer, but she still hasn’t let go of that breath, as if keeping at bay all the emotions and hope that will come rushing in with her exhale. He watches her face, and she’s too scared to even twitch. Too scared to come right out and say everything the snow globe meant.

“You thought wrong."

George’s seizure-like convulsions returned with a new vigour. Lockwood continues standing there for another minute, and it makes her think he hasn’t heard her until he regretfully bows his head.

“I suppose. Well, I hope your work won’t keep you long. We'll be having tea soon. Let’s- good God, George, are you having a fit?!”

After their Christmas Eve tea, they exchanged presents, and to call it an awkward affair would have been an understatement. She passed Lockwood the pair of snowman socks. George grudgingly passed him the snow globe. The absurdity of the gifts and their donors made the four of them pause for a moment.

Finally, Lucy broke the quiet by handing out her gifts: mugs with pictures of Inspector Barnes accompanied with cheesy quotes. George's was 'live, laugh, love.' Lockwood's was 'keep calm and carry on.' But everyone was still looking far too solemn, so she nearly had an aneurysm holding back her laughter.

After they all retired to their rooms, she retreated into her chilly workshop. But instead of continuing with her work, she just sat at her desk, brooding a little. A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door as a rather breathless and pink-faced Lockwood poked his head in.

"Still working?"

She shook her head. "What are you doing?"

"Returning the presents." He turned to step out but hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want to keep any?"

"I'm sure that I would hate it if we went bankrupt. Do you need any help?"

"Oh, no, I'll be - yes. Yes, actually. These are a lot of presents. If you could spare the time...I'd really appreciate it."

So after she bundled up in her woollens and wrestled a scarf onto Lockwood, they somehow hurriedly carted the many slightly scuffed shopping bags into the cab, where they only had a brief break to catch their breath, given how close they lived to the shops.

After that, it was a race to hit all the stores before they closed for Christmas Eve. After a couple of rounds, they had developed the fairly efficient system of Lockwood lugging the gifts around while she spoke with the shop assistants. The one drawback to their fine plan, at least for him, was her glancing at the receipts and the too-long numbers at the bottom of them ("Jesus Christ, Lockwood, how did you not have to take out a loan for these? Honestly! Do you think we're made of money?").

Finally, their luck ran out at their very last store, which looked as though it had been closed for hours. She knocked and peered inside feverishly, clutching the very last gift stubbornly.

"No, no, we were so close! Now what do we do?"

"We can come back after the holidays. Or," he gently pried the box out of her fingers, smoothly lifting the top, "you could keep it."

It was a silver charm bracelet, with rapier and lavender charms dangling from the central chain, much like the ones they laid out on jobs. It was beautiful. But she couldn't take it.

"You already gave me a present."

"Have another. A little special something for a special someone."

His cavalier attitude, his foolish smile - in that moment, it was all too much. Her terrible temper flared and she shoved the present into him, forcefully enough to make him stumble a little. She turned and started walking home briskly, fuming silently until he and his long legs finally caught up to her.

"Wha - was it something I said? Y/N? Y/N."

"I don't know, Lockwood." She was sick of his carelessness, sick enough to be a little careless herself, let her tongue run loose. "What have you said? Or haven't said?"

"Y/N, you know I'm terrible at riddles."

"Well, maybe Belinda can help you."

That stuns him enough to make him stop in his tracks. She slows down and, after steeling her fraught nerves, turns around.

"...what does Belinda have to do with anything?"

His hopelessly clueless expression, which typically soothed her anger in their worst fights, only served to infuriate her further here. She walked towards him angrily.

“I didn't want to give you the goddamn snow globe because Belinda exists. All right? Because there are a thousand different girls out there who you’ll like better than me.” There’s a sudden tightness in her chest. With some difficulty, she turns away from him, lightly pressing her sternum. “I can’t compete with them, Lockwood. I won’t let you make me.”

She hears the crunch of the snow under his shoe as he takes a step towards her.

"Belinda is...amazing. She might even be perfect. But even she's just a friend, because...because you exist. And-and I could find...the most perfect girls out there, but the image of you would still be breathing in some corner of my mind. It wouldn't be the same with anyone else. It never is."

She sniffed gently. "This might be the right time to tell you that the snow globe...was from me."

She can't decide if she hates or loves how she can hear the smile in his voice. "No. Really?"

She turns back around, smiling sarcastically at him. "Ha-ha. But don't get too excited about it. I made little figurines to represent the four of us at Portland Row, but you can't even see them from the outside. It's ridiculous."

"It's okay. I'll know they're there."

At that moment, she felt a rush of gratitude towards Lockwood. He made everything a little easier, a little sweeter. They were standing so close that she could see a tiny snowflake on one of his eyelashes. She didn't dare breathe.

"There really never was any competition."

"I know."

"Then why does it sound like you don't believe me?"

She frowned. "I do believe you."

"I don't think you do."

"...do you want me to not believe you?"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"There's something you should know."

"Lockwood, I am going to throttle you."

"You're standing under mistletoe."

She glanced upwards, and it was as though all the air had been stolen from her lungs. Against the pitch-black sky and the gentle dusting of snow, a soft white sprig of mistletoe was curling out of the edge of a branch. She lowered her eyes back to Lockwood's, and her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned over.

As impossibly close as they were before, they were even closer now, and it still felt like they would spend their whole lives trying to get close enough to each other. She kissed him the way she loved him - desperately, with her whole being. When they broke apart, the tip of his nose and cheeks were tinged pink, and there was a light dusting of snow on his hair. In that moment, all she remembered thinking was that none of his presents made a better gift than he did.

As they walked home with fingers tangled together, she realised that they didn't need some parallel universe. In every universe, they would somehow, somewhere, find each other, and dare to love.

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thesleepyfable · 3 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 5 ~

Memories in the Pictures:

Here we are at Addair's chapter. This one was so hardest to write because I tried to make sure everyone had a role to play, and I'm now focusing on the world around them for lore purposes, which is making the chapters longer. Don't be shy to give feedback.

Tw: Car accident and hospital.

Part 6:

O'Connor held his breath, his body stiff as a board as he hid under one of the walkways.

Addair was here. Or what used to be Addair.

He locked eyes with a member of Engineering, who had their mouth covered and were clearly too scared to move. The man has been in the same hiding spot for over an hour. They'd watched Addair's body be cocooned by The Shape after it latched onto his arm before sinking into a simple papercut. It twisted his flesh, cracked his bones, and melted his lips. All that was left of him you could recognise were the features from his face. Addair was nothing more than a blobfish-like flesh creature with misplaced lumps of what looked like his organs or muscles trying to escape. He didn't have legs, completely relaying on the twenty or more tendrils he had for movement.

O'Connor thought he could return to the Protective Relay with ease. He'd spotted the engineer as he made his way back from fixing the Mud Handling fuse and tried to get him to leave. Being in the same position for so long had his calf muscles contort and prevented him from moving. Then the noises of metal ringing and a mix of howls, snorts, and gurgles made the pontoon leader realise just how much shit he was in. Finlay had warned him, but he took his chances and willingly went alone. O'Connor was never scared of Addair until now.

As the minutes ticked, O'Connor became restless. He wasn't going to die hiding. If he was, then it'll be of old age in a shitty retirement home with Mary by his side, or trying to keep the rig safe. He locked eyes with the engineer and motion him to stay. The man nodded. Don't need to tell him twice. O'Connor went to move, but a sudden bang from above made him freeze. His eyes followed upwards where Addair rested a hand on the platform mere inches from his face. Blood dripped and the sound of the fleshy mass could be heard as Addair searched for his victims. After a few seconds, the tendrils shot out and he moved away.

'Don't fuck with my engine.'

'Well, that's too fucking bad.' Even in a life or death situation, O'Connor had to backchat him, even as a whisper.

O'Connor crawled from his hiding spot, taking extra care to avoid the blood. The lights had little visibility, but that wasn't an issue. He knew this place like the back of his hand, and Addair was so loud that you could see him in the dark. The steps up to the Protective Relay weren't far. He moved across and into the same hiding spot as the engineer whilst Addair began another lap. There was plenty of room for both to fit, but it was also big enough for Addair. It was as if the infection dissolved all his bones because they watched him slide between the overhanging pipes that could only just fit a child.

'Pipes always rattling. Fucking place.'

O'Connor gave the man a thumbs up and left. He grabbed a red flask and tossed it towards the door. Addair took the bait. A chirping noise escaped him and he quickly moved. Now or never.

O'Connor hurried to the steps, noticing how the cabinet had fallen, leaving only a small opening to crawl through. Not much further. He had to do this. Bruce and Fergus were waiting in the battery cabin and Finlay waited alone across the room, having sent the rest of Engineering to find Roper and his team in Marine Control. Still, this was no time to get comfy. The Shape was still alive, and who knew what was happening on Deck.

'Nothing.'

O'Connor tried to be quiet. He was so close, but it felt so far. Only ten steps away but Addair could reach him in five. When he reached the door, he let out a small sigh of relief. He crouched down and began to crawl.

'No. No. Please. Stay away from me. Addair!'

Addair cornered the engineer, who had tried to escape. He didn't get far. In fact, Addair pushed him further into the room. Whether it was because he made a noise or was just too slow was anyone's guess. A gurgling chuckle escaped the him whilst his jaw began to unlock and drool dripped between his teeth. The poor man huddled as much as he could, a blood curdling scream escaping him.

O'Connor didn't think. He got to his feet, removed his hard-hat, and threw it at Addair, hitting him on what should have been the crown of his head.

'...What?' Addair moved back. His many eyes glanced at the hat, then towards the Protective Relay. Spotting O'Connor in the dim light made him growl and move away from the engineer, who dashed for the exit.

'Oi, you National Front fuck!'

'O'...Con...nor...'

'You look better like that!'

Addair charged. O'Connor dove into the room and dashed for the control panel.

'Just stay calm, O'Connor. Don't think about him.' Too bad Addair wasn't on the same page. The moment, O'Connor put his hand on the lever, he slammed against the windows. It rattled the room and knocked O'Connor flat on his back. Several books on the shelf above fell. One being a photo album.

Another slam. Then another. The glass began to crack.

O'Connor gritted his teeth and stumbled to his feet.

Slam.

He jumped forward and clung onto the panel where he saw Addair going at it again with a distorted roar. Fed up, with the fear becoming genuine annoyance towards him, he roared back in a mocking tone. His hand clung to the lever, and he pushed it upwards just as Addair used all of his strength and charged the window.

The glass shattered. The lights flickered on. O'Connor went flying back and hit the wall, slumping down as all the air from his lungs vanished.

'Good job, O'Connor. Now get back up here!'

A tendril just missed his head. Addair began to crawl inside. O'Connor smiled and began to say a prayer. He knew he was done for. He was trapped. 'Ah well,' he thought. 'It was a good run.' He closed his eyes and waited. Mary ran through his mind, and he imagined her beside him, stroking his face and kissing his forehead. He was at peace.

But nothing happened.

O'Connor frowned and opened his eyes. Mary vanished. He saw Addair staring down at the photo album. For once, he was quiet. Calm. His body relaxed, and there was a softness in his eyes. To him, O'Connor didn't exist. A tendril turned the page. Pictures of certain children throughout the years greeted Addair with smiles. Four boys in school uniforms. Four boys playing football. Riding bikes. Eating birthday cake. But one stood out. The eldest boy, alone in a picture, was trying to make a fried egg on a rusting stove. A low whimper escaped Addair.

'..T...Tommy.'

The fog had been lifted. Memories of his wife and his children came back to him. Good and bad. But the worst was when a week ago, he received a letter. Tommy had been riding his bike home from the shop when a drunk driver ran the zebra crossing. Now, his life hung in the balance, deep in a medically induced coma with doctors and nurses surrounding his bed hospital every day. The feeling of helplessness washed over Addair, who did something no one believed he was capable of doing. He cried. He wanted to go home. He couldn't do two more weeks. He wanted his wife. He wanted his sons.

O'Connor took this as a chance to leave. He slowly got to his feet and moved for the exit, where Bruce, Fergus, and Finlay waited by the generator. They were relieved to see him. The engineer he found had clearly told them what happened as he sat on the floor, trying to process nearly being eaten alive. Bruce patted his shoulder in an attempt to calm his nerves.

'Alright, O'Connor?' Finlay asked in her usual firm but fair way. 'Hope Addair didn't give you any trouble?'

'Eh, some, but what's new?'

'Let's just get out here before water or that thing reaches us,' Fergus hissed.

But before anyone could take another step, a shape formed behind and above O'Connor. Addair appeared from the shadows. The engineer held his head and began to shiver. Bruce and Fergus looked in a mix of confusion and disgust. The engineer told them what he had been turned into, but seeing him in person still brought up a raw reaction. They all noticed the photo album he had wrapped in the tendrils and how close he held it to what should have been his chest. Addair didn't look at any of them. Just looked ahead with a scowl. The tears had gone and replaced with a silent rage.

'Where's Rennick?'

There was a silence as the group awkwardly moved towards the under rig. Addair led the 'charge', and whilst he'd never say it, he was to make sure no one else touched The Shape. Not because he cared, but because the last thing The Beria needed was more infected wandering around. That and he wanted to reach Rennick first. He wasn't subtle about it. Any broken silence was either Addair mumbling to himself or him pushing debris away in a rough manner. It made the others wonder if he was making the structure worse. The latter was confirmed when they reached the doors and watched Addair literally flatten one and ram the other so hard it came off its hinges and flew into the North Sea below.

'Okay, Addair,' Finlay said. 'I think you've made your p-'

The rig began to shake. The sound of bending metal rang through their ears. Everyone held onto what they could and waited for it to stop. Like Muir, Caz, Trots, and Gibbo, Addair felt a sensation leave the back of his mind. His many eyes looked towards a section of The Shape above them. He didn't know if it was because they were in a different place with natural light, but it looked discoloured. There wasn't a glow to it. It looked sick.

When it stopped, he pondered for a moment and looked at the others.

'You lot just feel that?'

'What the rig nearly throwing us to Atlantis?' O'Connor felt like he's been patient enough. An entire seven minutes was a new record. Of course, he asked sarcastically with that grin Addair wanted to rip off his face.

'No, you fucking muppet. Something in your head? If anything was there to begin with.'

'No,' Bruce quickly answered before O'Connor could make himself a bigger target than the doors. He continued. 'Look. Let's just find anyone else and go from there.'

'Aye. Accommodation will be our best bet,' Finlay replied, now taking the lead as she began walking up the stairs to the deck. She noticed the helicopter still sitting in place and figures through the slowly lifting fog that turned to snow. Good. This means Archie and the rest of the chopper crew didn't do a runner, but flying in this weather was going to be a setback. She turned back to O'Connor and Addair. 'You two pricks can kill each other when this is done, alright?'

'Okay, but look at it.' As much as they all hated Addair and vice versa, they had to agree. Something was off about The Shape. Not only was it discoloured, but its pulse was starting to slow. They all watched in silence. How could something like this just exist in the sea? Why and how did they find it? Pure luck to The Shape, but what was it? The Beria hasn't drifted away in the years it's been here, so how did they not awaken it sooner?

'Maybe it doesn't like the cold?' Fergus shrugged.

'It was doing alright before,' the engineer retorted.

Finlay glanced to Addair. She was willing to hear him out so she could understand something of this entity. 'Addair, what did you mean when ya said something in ye' head?'

'Exactly what I said. I just felt something slip away, and I could focus more.'

'That makes a difference,' O'Connor muttered under his breath.

'I can see clearly, too. Whenever I got near this shit, my vision began to distort and go fuckin' weird.'

Finlay nodded. 'Right, well, let's get inside and regroup with any other lucky bastards.'

As they climbed the stairs, whilst Addair climbed the general structure, the group noticed Caz and Brodie enter Administration. They didn't see them, however. Still, it was a relief to know they weren't the only ones left. Then they reached the deck and instantly saw what was now Muir in the distance. Of course, they all knew deep down that Addair wasn't the only infected. Heck, Finlay knew Gibbo had been, but it still left them stunned.

'HEEEEY!' Innes' voice called out. He waved. 'Everyone's in Administration. Go there.'

#Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU #This one was such a pain to write #And I do not like it...#My Writing

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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I'll crawl home to you

Next chapter

a/n okay this sat in my notes for so long. I wanted to delete first, then I thought hmm... let's indulge, right? Also, please be gentle, I've never written for Javi.

summary: having a fight with someone you care about right before the mission might be the worst idea ever especially when you don't know if you'll make it out alive.

warnings: fighting, guns, past trauma, injuries, blood, mentions of death...I think that's all.

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"Is Carillo in?", both males lifted their heads from their never-ending piles of documents right as you approached. Each step was laced with nothing but confidence. Only fools would stand in your way. You were nothing like the women Javi was used to. He had never seen you striding across the office in a skirt or a skimpy shirt that most secretarial women preferred here. But then you weren't a secretory ether.

"Yeah, he should be", Steve said, beating Javi to an answer and eyeing the files in your hand. Neatly put as always, followed by the colorful tabs that no one else used, and even if Javi had made fun of them in the past, it was something that constantly reminded him of you. "What's that?", Steve tried to reach for the reports, but you only slapped his hand away playfully. As if he was nothing but a curious kid, shoving his nose into something that wasn't for him. "You'll see. Meeting in five, watch", you stated before walking through Carillo's door, closing it with daring eyes and a wink.

Carillo was the one to command emergency meetings, so you calling the shots looked nothing but childish to an unknowing ear, but then, not even two minutes later, Carillo emerged from the door, "Meeting in five", his voice boomed through the office, and with the corner of his eyes, Javi could see you leaning against the table smiling to yourself.

You fascinated him. There was no other way to go around it. Back when you just joined the team, Javi did doubt you. Toxic masculinity and all that shit got him humbled real quickly alongside all the other sorry fucks who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut. There were not many females among the leading troops, but you were unbeatable. Many men were pissed beyond any mark when Carillo made you his second in command. Even Javi was pissed. Because most of the fuckers here had been here for years, some ten and counting, and it took you less than two to climb almost to the top. But then, no one was better fitted for that role, and with time passing, one thing got even clearer. The thing that pissed Pena off the most was that your position got you and Carillo way too close for Javi's liking. Not that you were his. Not that there was an us.

But you were like an illness clinging to him. Javi couldn't think clearly. Most of his brain was occupied with you. He fucked so many whores when he felt his heart starting to want to lean just to you. He had fucked them all by that time, he was sure that he liked you, but that only made him feel worse. Common Bogota whore. That's what he was. Equally as much, he sold himself both for information and because he needed someone to cling to him, even if it was for the money.

"Why an orphanage?", Steve was leaning against the table, looking down at the papers you had forbidden him to touch five minutes ago. "Would you look there?", you sassed back, making Steve shrug his shoulders in agreement as he continued to flip through all the other documents. "We don't need a full-blown mission. It would just be a check. If we find something to hold onto, we'll send more men", you continued, glancing to Carillo, needing his nods as validation now that the room was dead silent.

"Pena", Carillo called out, getting the agent's eyes to shoot up at him, "You haven't said anything". And it was true he hadn't. One thing that Javi loved was disagreeing. You two were the best at that. But he was never this silent. Regardless of whether he liked the idea or not, he would still share his thoughts, but now you got absolutely nothing.

"Send an armed force; do the thing. I don't understand why we are even discussing this", Javi carelessly threw the case with documents onto the table before crossing his arms over his chest. Your mouth thinned into a straight line. "No armed forces are walking into an orphanage. Those kids have enough trauma to last them a lifetime".

Javi scoffed, running his hand over his beard. "What do you suggest we roll up for a walk there with no guns, no nothing?", he said in an almost mocking manner as his lips curled upward. The room stayed silent. Your eyes met his, and you swallowed thickly. Something in Javi's face twisted. "You can't be serious…", he trailed off. "I'll just go and look; we only need access to the basement parts; hygiene security paper will do the job", you said firmly. The plan seemed simple enough. "You're not going to a potential hideout without a gun", Javi leaned closer to you over the table, fists starting to clench as he glared at you.

"It'll look suspicious", Carillo added, seeming so unphased by all of this and all the things that could go wrong that Javi had to pull the last string of self-control to not pinch him in the face. "Suspicious, my ass, she can be walking into a trap", Javi raised his voice as he shot daggers at the head of the national police unit.

"Since when do you care?", those words took a moment to sink in. And when Javi turned back to you, there was no resemblance to the man you saw a couple of minutes ago. They were dead empty, and there was only anger there. "Good luck dying there since you seem so eager", Javi spat out, not turning away from you because he wanted to see the way your face fell.

"Javi…", Steve muttered. Out of everyone in the office, he was the only one who truly knew just how much you cared for one another. Your eyes started to sting, but you didn't drop the stabbing gaze that Javi was hurling your way, "Don't worry, agent, no one will send you an invite to the funeral". With those words, you turn away from him. Snatching the papers from the table as you turn towards Carillo as if Javi was no longer around.

Did Javi regret his words instantly? No, but he regretted them the moment he watched you unbutton the dress you were going to wear so none other than Carillo would strap communication devices onto your body. He hated that his hands were on your body. Fingers tracing the soft, warm skin. Does Carillo know that Javi's fingers were there too? Does he know that Javi would give up everything, even his career, for the chance to feel that soft skin again on his body every morning? With a frown on his face, Javi put his cigarette out before snatching his jacket off the chair and heading out.

This seemed silly, but you had never gone on a mission with Javi upset with you, and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. Yes, you argued often. Agreeing on something with that man was a challenge, but you made it work most of the time. You would blow each other's brains out by shouting at the office, and then one would always join the other outside for a smoke or just a breath of fresh air.

You would bump Javi's shoulder, making the frown even worse, until your fingers would sneak to pull the cigarette away from his lips so you could take a drag yourself. You would rarely talk. Both stubborn and aware that it would most definitely lead to more fighting. So silence it was. You would lean on Javi's shoulder, and he would never miss an opportunity to bring you closer to him.

The embraces at times felt so intimate that fighting back tears was a challenge. But the smell of Javi's aftershave and the smoke lingering there brought you unimaginable levels of comfort. The same comfort that you felt laying in his bed, tangled in his sheets. It had only happened a couple of times, but those couple of times were enough to make you addicted. Because the Javi at the office was nothing like the Javi you got to see behind closed doors. And it wasn't because he fucked good. No, that anyone could tell. It was because his touch did linger, and behind the wall that he had built for protection was the man who was so capable of love - he had just forgotten it.

"How could I help you, ma'am?", a voice asked, bringing you out of the trance and causing you to flinch slightly. You needed to put your head in check. This. You couldn't allow yourself to think about this while doing your job. "Hygiene check", you said, unfolding the paper and showing it to the elderly lady. She looked you up and down. "Since when are they no longer sending creepy old men?", she asked you sarcastically, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "Since I told them that it's inappropriate, especially around the kids". The woman nodded her head, dropping the paper on the front desk before reaching for the keys. "I'll walk you through the upper floors; the basement is easy to navigate on your own", she stated, moving to walk in front of you.

"Ask her about the size of the lower levels", Carillo's voice rang in your ear, and you flinched again. God, what was going on today? How can you forget that you had a communication set on, with microphones and all? They could hear your surroundings just as much. Focus, you told yourself once more. "A small basement for such a place—surely that's an issue?", you asked her, bringing the fake criteria papers to your chest and reaching for the pen so you could pretend to mark stuff.

"We don't need it. Things like fresh food and other products come in almost daily", she stated. "You have a company you work with?", you asked, looking at the pictures that covered all of the hallways. "Yes, I can give you the information, and the truck that delivered today's packages is still downstairs", she said, yet her voice slowly died down as your eyes fell on the kids playing in the colorfully painted rooms. The big windows allowed you to take a full look at them.

"Why is he alone?", the lady twisted to look back, stopping mid-sentence about the new vegetable stock, catching and following your gaze, now focused on the boy, seated in the furthest corner of the room. Knees up to his chest as he scarcely looked at the other kids. The lady sighed, "He got here not long ago. Hard to adapt. Both of his parents died, as did his sister. He's alone", bile rose in your throat as you swallowed thickly. Suddenly, you wish you had somewhere to lean on.

Javi's muscles tensed as those words rang through the car they all sat in. Carillo was about to speak into the headset, but Javi snatched it out of his hands. He doubted that Carillo knew. Maybe. He would like to believe that no one else did it besides him. That you had only trusted Javi with the story from your past that night. That you had cried because you hadn't told anyone else beforehand, and reliving it was too painful. Javi waited some more, pointing a warning finger at Carillo, who was cursing Javi in Spanish. Javi wanted to give you a moment to try and pull yourself out on your own. You were a big girl, and he knew that you could handle yourself. But everyone had their demons who possessed them at times; this just happened to be yours. Yet another reason why Javi didn't approve of this in the first place.

"You're in Bogota, not back in D.C., carino", Javi's voice filled your ears, and you had to blink a couple of times, feeling the shiver run down your back. Shiver that was followed by a wave of warmth, because if you could hear him, it meant that he came along after all. "Is he looked after?", the question seemed stupid, but you just had to know, even if it had nothing to do with why you were here, "All kids are looked after here, ma'am".

Javi cursed under his breath. You were slipping, and he could feel it. This was just too convenient. Too out of the blue. This had to be set up. To throw you off the hook so they could take you out. Javi could just feel it, and the worry only grew stronger. "Y/N, if you don't feel well, back down", Javi said again. His voice was firm. It was an order, and you knew that it was the correct one as well, but… "I'll look through the basement today", you said softly as you turned to the old lady. "Of course", she said with a nod, rushing to give you the keys.

"Y/n", Javi spoke again as a warning, but you didn't say anything. You closed your eyes for a moment to collect yourself, right as the lady showed you to the back door. Javi moved to get up instead once the line fell silent, but Carillo stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder, "You don't have the order to interfere". That made Javi's blood boil, "You, out of all people, should feel that she's not in the right mindset to be there", Carillo said nothing, only locking the car doors, his eyes now fully fixed on Javi.

The hour you spent inside there was a nightmare. You took a couple of pictures. Sneaked in some papers that seemed off. Now all you needed to do was walk out of the building, and then it would all be over. A breath that Javi didn't know he was holding slipped past his lips as he watched you walk out of the building, turning back to wave to the elderly lady before you moved closer to the street that separated you from the rest of the team. Even from back there, Javi could tell that your eyes looked hazy. A new worry sparked. What if you misread the speed of the car? What if you get hit? Javi reached for the door handle, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

You looked around a couple more times before stepping forward; your eyes met Javi's desperate ones. And even if he knew that you were beyond pissed at him, you still shot him a slight smile. A little something that would keep his nerves at bay for now. Until you crossed the street and Javi could once again sense your perfume lingering in the car.

And then a blink of an eye changes everything. A bullet suddenly pierces your shoulder, sending you staggering back onto the street. It feels like the world had stopped as Javi watched the red stain get bigger and bigger. "Get down", Carillo shouted at the top of his lungs, making a handful of men drop to their knees, but Javi didn't move. He pushed off the car and rushed forward, "Pena, that's an order", but he was done with following orders for today. Another shot rang out. This time it sounded a lot stronger, and you suddenly gripped your lower stomach. That made Javi lose all sense; he took off running, and suddenly the distance seemed way too long. Pushing panicked people to the side as he scratches his way to you.

You didn't register the first bullet; it was like your mind blanked, and only the feeling of something wet dripping down your shoulder made you frown at the situation. It's the second bullet that pierced your left side that made you let out a scream. One that kept ringing in your ears. You could see people moving, but no one was stopping to look at you. Your mind was running so fast yet so slowly at the same time. Blinking started to get harder, your breaths were painful and shallow now.

"Carino", you heard before you could even see the face, and for a second, it felt like you were imagining it all. "Keep your eyes open", said Javi, who was now leaning over you, palm cradling your cheek as he pats it a couple of times to keep you conscious for as long as possible. Another shot rang out, and Javi turned around to fire his gun before his attention was back on you. "Not safe", you mutter, your weak fingers now wrapped around Javi's wrist. "I'll be fine", he stated blankly, drawing his gaze up for just one moment, catching a glimpse of Steve tackling a male to the ground before he's looking down at your paling face, "Can you press your palms to your shoulder, baby?"

When you don't move, Javi is the one moving his palm over the second wound, pressing as hard as he possibly can. "Let me", you mutter, and God or whatever that people believe in knows Javi was glad you don't finish that sentence because he can't and won't think of that outcome. "Don't you dare? You're walking out of here, you hear me?", Javi said letting go of your shoulder. He patted your cheek again as your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment. Anger only rushed faster as Javi shouted once again for an ambulance or a medic.

"He had Michael's eyes", you muttered, breathing now even, though Javi knew what that meant - your body was crashing. "Did he, carino?", he knows this is not a conversation he should be having with you, but he's desperate to keep you awake for as long as possible. Javi's hands were soaked with your blood by now, and so was your flowery dress. You nodded your head weakly and said, "I saw Mikey". Javi clenched his jaw, trying to keep his emotions at bay. "I hope you said hi from me as well", but your head lulled to the side. Javi's blood went ice cold because, for a split second, he thought that was it—you were dead. You bled out in his arms. Letting go of your wounds, Javi pulled you closer to his chest, your limp body looking nothing like a rag doll in his arms. The sirens rang somewhere in the air, but now all Javi could think of was how he would never be the same if you never opened your eyes again.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena imagine #javier pena x you #javi pena x reader #javi pena x you #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #narcos imagine #narcos x reader #narcos fanfiction

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violetrainbow412-blog · 1 year ago

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Day 23: coffee shop

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This one is even longer than my favorite and although at first I didn't have an idea, I loved the final result. I hope you like it!

The movie on your phone was interrupted by the bell ringing, alerting you that some customers had just entered.

Your aunt had owned the modest cafe you were now in for most of her life and now that she was too tired to take care of it anymore and the money was already enough for a comfortable life, she decided it was time to sell it.

The transaction was still in process and you were there that day to cover for her while she went to a doctor's appointment, hoping that the day would be calm enough so that you could finish the movie series you were watching and, perhaps, make some progress in your schoolwork.

“Good morning, how can I help you?”

Your friendly smile seemed to please the couple of girls in front of you and they took a moment to decide what they wanted, until finally they told you what they wanted. You had worked as a barista for a while elsewhere and it wasn't difficult for you to prepare the lattes that they waited patiently for, while they carried on a conversation that you heard fragments of, but didn't understand.

A minute later, when you took another look at the line, you realized that there was a man behind them and you stopped for a moment to look at him carefully. He was older than you but you also noticed that he was very handsome and dressed like an executive, very different from the kind of people who frequented the establishment.

Once you were done you placed both drinks on the counter and the two girls, who had already held hands, thanked you and handed you a bill to pay.

“For a dollar more I can give you some cookies, we have chocolate and walnuts, would you like that? They will taste delicious with the latte you ordered” you offered kindly, showing them the product in the basket you had next to you “They are homemade and a sweet gift for a loved one.”

Your sales strategy seemed to convince them both and one of them gave you the missing dollar. You packed the things and before they left you wished them a good day, trying to be as polite as possible. When the couple left the place, the man walked to the front and you repeated the question at the beginning, a little nervous after noticing that he was even more handsome up close; he had slightly curly and messy hair, a discreet trace of facial hair around his pink lips, and beautiful honey-colored eyes that made you shiver.

“I wanted to ask you, is Mrs. Smith here?”

“No, she had to go to a doctor's appointment,” you responded, somewhat embarrassed. The idea of who he could be didn't even cross your mind, as you were too worried about recording as many details as possible about your attractive client “Who's looking for her?”

“My name is Spencer,” he replied. The name sounded captivating coming from his lips and there was something about his smile that made you feel nervous.

“I can call to tell her that you are here”

“No, if she's busy I'd rather come another time,” he murmured. The thought of what this man might want intrigued you and before he even turned around you rushed to say something, anything, to hold him back.

“Don't you want to drink coffee?” your words sounded small and rushed and you didn't even know why you had said them. That man would be, according to your calculations, about ten years older than you, but that didn't stop you from appreciating his beauty and wanting to be nice to him “You look like…” you began to say, feigning a thoughtful tone, “an espresso man. You know, something serious and strong”

Again, your attempt to attract customers seemed to be working, you knew by the small smile that formed on his lips.

“In fact it's quite the opposite,” he murmured, taking another step towards you that he had taken away “I'm a big lover of cappuccinos. The sweeter the better."

“Well, that's definitely a surprise,” you murmured, batting your eyelashes without even being aware of it “My aunt should be back soon and we have a cappuccino machine here. You can wait for her. If you want,” you added, hoping you didn’t sound too forward.

You saw him debate for a moment whether he should consider your offer or not and apparently something in your childish and kind eyes convinced him to accept, which you celebrated with a huge smile.

“Regular, vanilla, or mocha?”

“Regular, please,” he responded, walking to the nearest table so he could take a seat. All the furniture was shabby and rustic, with bright color combinations that had already worn out over the years “And you work here?”

“No, I'm just helping out today. There was an employee, but she had to resign for personal reasons and since my aunt is selling the cafe, we thought it would be more prudent for the new owner to hire whoever he wanted.”

“Huh, now there will be a new administration? Who is it about?" you weren't very used to sharing information with strangers, but you wanted to continue having this man's attention and if that was the way to do it, you would take the risk.

“My aunt said he is a Doctor Reid. I think she's known him for years because he comes here often for coffee and when he found out she wanted to retire... well, he offered” you could see him from above the counter and although you thought you saw a little smile, you thought you were just imagining it “Are you a frequent customer?”

“You could say so,” he responded and you swore there was a bit of mockery in his response.

You had already put the ingredients in the machine and now all you had to do was wait, praying inside that no other person would cross the door so you could have your little moment with that mysterious gentleman.

“I hope the new owner considers remodeling. There is a university near here and many young people could come if there were some more flashy things. You know, something that looks cute on Instagram”

“Instagram?” he asked, as if you were speaking to him in a strange language.

“The social network,” you answered obviously and he was quick to nod his head, as if he had just remembered what that was.

“Sorry, I'm just not very techie,” he apologized, with a sheepish smile. “But I think you're right, maybe this site could use a change. This way it would stop being full of old people like me and young people like you would enjoy coming.”

Was he describing himself as old? How old was he supposed to be? The question was drowned out on your lips because the machine announced that the drink was ready and you ran back to finish preparing it. You did your best to place a pretty design on the top of the liquid and then left the counter to hand the man the cup, accompanied by one of the cookies you had sold to the previous girls.

“It looks delicious,” he hummed, receiving the coffee from your hands and accidentally brushing your fingers. His hands looked calloused and big; the kind capable of holding you perfectly “Should I pay now or later?”

"Oh, don’t worry. It is courtesy of the house”

Again, you didn't even know why you were offering that to the man, and although he seemed surprised, he didn't protest at your show of kindness. You thought about how daring it would be to sit at the same table as him and in the end, you decided that the best thing was to return to your place behind the counter, now with no intention of watching your movie because if that were the case you would miss out on the good view that destiny had given you.

“If you need something else, you can tell me. We have some books on the shelf over there, if you feel like reading while you wait.”

Spencer thanked you and then you thought it would be best not to ask him any more questions or he would probably feel harassed. You saw him get up from his seat to listen to your suggestion and take a book, on the cover of which you managed to read Crime and Punishment. You wanted to tell him that you had read it for a college assignment, but instead you bit your tongue, reflecting that this information was something he clearly wasn't interested in.

You stayed as composed as possible and he didn't seem to notice your gaze on him, or if he did, he didn't say anything of it. There were no customers the entire time he was drinking his coffee and when you thought about preparing something else for him, a clatter filled the air: it was your aunt, at the door, holding a shopping bag in one hand.

"Oh hello!" she greeted, both to you and to the man who was waiting patiently “Honey, why didn't you tell me that someone came looking for me?”

“I asked her not to, Mrs. Smith.” Spencer answered for you, getting up from his chair and leaving the book on the table, next to the empty cup “I didn't want to interrupt your activities.”

“Well, now I'm here. "Just let me leave these purchases and I'll be right back to discuss the contract, Doctor Reid.”

Contract? Doctor Reid?

“I'll wait for you here” he smiled. Your aunt crossed the counter to enter the warehouse and you followed her like a lost puppy, trying to find an explanation for what you had just heard.

As soon as you were inside you stood next to the woman to get her attention, making sure to be out of the man's hearing range.

“Is that Doctor Reid?” you hissed.

“Yes, he didn't tell you?”

"No!" you squeaked, while she looked around for a folder with the documents she needed “I mean, he told me his name was Spencer, but he didn't tell me his last name. And since you said he was a doctor, I imagined a grumpy mister, not someone like him"

“But he is a mister, he is in his forties.”

"How many?" you screamed again, unwilling to believe what she was telling you “But he… he's so handsome! I thought he would be around thirty at most. How can he be forty?”

“Do you think he's handsome?” she asked and this time she did look at you. You had always had a good relationship with her, so her older woman's scowl judging you didn't offend you like it should.

“Of course,” suddenly your head seemed to remember an important detail and your entire face turned red, while your mouth opened in a soft oh “Damn, I even bought him a coffee! I just gave the future owner of this place a coffee, what is he going to think of me?”

“Youth, youth, you are becoming more and more indecent!” she murmured, half joking and half complaining. When she finally found her folder she grabbed it, ready to get out of it again, when you stopped her by her arm.

“Please don't go telling him that I think he's handsome,” you begged and she assured you that she wouldn't do it.

When you came out again, luckily, there were already some customers waiting and that gave you an excuse to escape from the amused look that the man you had been talking to had. The time you spent preparing people's drinks was enough for them to talk about the purchase and sale contract and for both of their signatures to finally be on the pages of paper.

“I know that this little corner is in good hands, I trust that you will take care of it”

“And of course I will, ma'am. While I was waiting for you, your niece kindly suggested a remodel and I think that will be the first thing I will do. I will keep the essence, but with a modern touch, right?” he smiled, giving you a kind look from his spot as if he were seeking your approval.

“I said it with the best of intentions,” you admitted sheepishly “If I'm honest, I didn't even know that you were the future owner, otherwise I think I would have treated you better.”

“Better than your friendly attitude, free coffee, and advice?” he asked and you almost thought he was returning your previous attempts at flirting, as if that amused him no end.

“What I want most is to see this place full of people again and I think a remodel would be perfect” your aunt smiled “Give me this week to take out my things and then the cafe will be all yours”

“Take as much time as you need, Amy. You will always be welcome here as if the place were yours,” he told her, with a sweetness inappropriate for a grown man, while he wrapped her in a hug. When he pulled away his eyes landed on you. “And you too, Miss Y/N. If you are interested in obtaining a permanent job, I would be happy to hire you. I’ll need someone young to help me give it that youthful touch.”

You wish you could say that his offer didn't flatter you, but that would be a vile lie. You looked at your aunt for a second and she already had a smile that bordered on disapproval of your victory, but she also hid some amusement at the situation.

“I need to talk about it with my parents and review my schedule at the university, but… I would love to, to tell the truth. Even if I am not a permanent employee I will continue to live here to shop”

And to see you, you wanted to say, but again you held back.

“I'll look forward to your visits then,” he murmured, giving you a bright new smile.

From that moment on you knew that your aunt's old coffee shop would become the number one place for social gatherings, solitary visits to do homework and, with any luck, free afternoons to chat with the handsome and charming owner.

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the-modern-typewriter · 2 years ago

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Hello! I love your writing and I adore anything really you write, especially your villains! So once more, could you please write about a cunning villain. Like anything that just showcases your writing abt cunning villains:)) The one that people wouldn't want to meet or even look at for more than a second. Unhinged. Dangerous. Clever and all-smirks and grins?? And a hero unsettled by them..... I would really love that!! Thank you!!💗 Please take care of yourself always! PS: also, I've been fangirling over your TGK for so long now!! can't wait to get my hands on it soon<33

"What..." The hero swallowed, eyeing the holding cell through the one way glass. Watching the villain sitting inside the cell, examining the handcuff on their wrist like it was somehow entertaining. "How did you catch them?"

"We didn't. They just turned up, requested a meeting with you."

"Right." The hero felt a bit dizzy at that. "And the handcuffs?"

"They offered," the detective shuddered, "to put us at ease."

There was nothing ease-inducing about that. Putting the standard handcuff on the villain's wrist felt about as effective as putting a ribbon and a little bowtie around a dragon's neck and calling that a leash. If anything, the very offer was mocking. Poor baby detective. Would a handcuff make you feel better?

The hero shuddered too and the two of them exchanged a glance.

"I'd say you don't have to go in and talk to them..." the detective said.

The hero sighed. "But I do."

"Please. Thank you. Have mercy and get that monstrosity off my hands?" The detective tried for a smile, but it fell rather short.

None of them took their eyes off the villain for a second.

The hero wasn't sure they trusted themselves to come up with a suitable response, so they simply nodded and made their way into the holding cell.

"Ah." The villain smirked at the sight of them, eyes going bright. "My favourite hero."

"It's rude to play favourites."

"Would you rather be my least favourite?"

"No."

"Then turn the camera off, clear out the observatory and take a seat, gorgeous."

The hero swallowed. Their mouth went dry. "Is there are a point asking why you don't want any witnesses?"

"No. But if you're a fan of foreplay we could pretend you're not going to do as I ask for like ten minutes or so." The villain's head tilted. "I could say pretty please, if it pleases you."

The hero went and turned the camera off. It was better than watching the villain convincingly beg, and then spending all night desperately trying to think who they'd stolen the lines off. They returned with an unsettled knot in their stomach and took a seat, playing at casual.

"So. What's this about?"

"I thought it would be funny to finally kill you in the middle of a police precinct."

The hero resisted the urge to twitch. "No, you didn't."

The villain grinned at them. "No, I didn't. But kudos for not swooning on the spot. I'm told I'm very swoonworthy."

"...That's one word for it."

"So precious. So diplomatic."

"That's why I'm your favourite."

The villain laughed, shaking their head. The next time they looked at the hero, they had gone perfectly serious, all business. "I'm here on a courtesy call, more than anything else," the villain said. "That detective of yours has insulted me. Got me down as someone of interest in the Kingfisher case. As if I'd be involved in something so utterly plebeian."

"They stole £1.5 million."

"And their methods were crass and lacking flair." The villain's voice turned sweet. "Or perhaps you think I did it too? Maybe you think I just need the money that badly?"

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it. It wasn't worth debating. Duly noted that the villain already had far too much money if they were scoffing at the criminal methodology.

"Right..." the hero said, instead. "And you want me to, what, put in a good word for you with the department? Solve the case?"

"I want you to get your detective to give me a public, sincere apology. I don't really care if you solve the case or not, just stopping use my name in vain before I decide the whole thing is my problem. I assume," the villain leaned in across the table, "that you don't want me to make it my problem."

No. Given the way that the villain tended to handle their problems, it would not go down remotely well for the detective.

It struck the hero then, that the villain wasn't mocking them. For them. at least, this truly was a courtesy call. It wasn't like the villain was against making something like this their problem and dealing out their particular brand of justice as they saw fit. They'd done it before when other villains were stupid enough to tread into their territory. But the detective was the hero's people, and so...

"Thank you," the hero said. "I'll - um. I'll deal with it."

"I thought you might prefer that." The villain snapped the cuff like it was nothing and stood.

The hero bolted to their feet.

The villain raised their brow, amused. "Was there something else we needed to discuss, love?"

The hero hesitated, fingers curling on the edge of the table. "Is this really all you were here for?"

"You doubt me?" The villain's voice was a purr.

"No. Opposite of doubt. You're rarely playing a single game at a time."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Perhaps you'd like to search me before I go?" The villain spread their arms and took a step closer.

The hero managed to avoid taking a step back. Just. Their gaze raked over the villain - wondering if they were going to regret this. Probably. They stepped closer, face aflame as they began to pat the villain down. They weren't entirely sure what they were looking for but...

Several weapons, a detonator and a variety of other things ended up on the table. Along with...

"Did you just bug the entire precinct with your little robots while you were here?"

"I mean." The villain shrugged, entirely unabashed, eyes gleaming. "You did keep me waiting. I got bored."

"Maybe text me next time instead of unexpectedly turning up here."

"Give me your number then."

...The hero had not thought that through to the obvious and terrifying confusion.

The villain smirked at whatever look of utter panic they saw on the hero's face.

"It's okay if your brain has gone blank," they said, oh so kindly. They fished a pen off the table and snatched up the hero's wrist. "Here's mine."

The hero's hand twitched in the villain's hold, entirely too aware of everything they could do with skin-on-skin contact. A neat row of numbers with a little heart at the end soon emerged.

"Remember," the villain murmured, pressing their lips to the hero's ear. "Public apology. Today. Let's not have anything like this happen again, hm?"

It was only two year's later, on an entirely unrelated case, that the hero found proof that actually the villain had stole the £1.5 million all along. And the hero was the fool who had turned in another villain instead, neatly and oh so subtly framed.

They dropped their head into their hands and groaned.

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insomniac4000 · 5 months ago

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Change of heart- Part 1

Chris' smile faded quickly when he walked into the pub garden and saw the face of the person he least wanted to see.

"What is she doing here?" He spat causing George to roll his eyes.

"Can't you just be civil for a couple of hours?" The younger man asked and Chris shrugged.

"Only if she doesn't start anything."

No one knew exactly why you and Chris didn't like each other, which was a shame as everybody assumed you two would get along you had a similar sense of humour as well as similar interests but the two of you never really clicked in the way everyone had hoped.

You were a musician and Youtuber, as such you had developed a close friendship with Arthur Hill as you two had toured Europe together. Your career had started on Youtube but like most Youtubers your content now and branched away from just music content, also doing vlogs and other content. You had first met Chris when he had invited you to one of his video shoots, you had played football a little bit in school but that was over fifteen years ago and you weren't particularly great even then. Your rising popularity though made you a requested guest however and at the time Chris thought it a great idea although he would come to regret it later.

You were about ten minutes late but it genuinely wasn't your fault as your train had broken down, you would have been fifteen minutes early if it wasn't for this and you were very apologetic when you arrived. You also made a jab about Chris's height when he was doing the intro, while George, both Arthur's and Harry found it hilarious Chris was not amused in the slightest. It was from that moment on Chris decided you were rude and you thought Chris was full of himself.

"Good evening," George chimed out as him and Chris took their seats on the other side of the bench, you were in a pub garden as it was summer time. Your were in an Arthur sandwich, the boys knowing Chris would want to sit as far away from you as possible.

"Hey," you smiled trying to be polite, at least you could be the bigger person you thought.

"How was the shoot?" Arthur Hill asked, you sat there somewhat awkwardly playing with the rim of your wine glass, here we go you thought, another ten minutes of hearing Chris gloat about his football skills. You love to see him in a real premier league match one day to see if he really would perform in the way he thought he would.

"It was good for George to finally put his big head to good use," Chris joked before he started to talk about a great penalty he made.

"I'm going to get a drink," you announced standing up from your perch.

"Pint of Moretti please," George asked as ArthurTV asked for the same, Arthur Hill lifted his half full pint glass letting you know he was okay.

"No thanks I'll get my own," Chris mumbled before going back to his story.

"Suit yourself," you sighed before making your way up to the bar.

"I thought you said you were going to be civil?" George asked looking at the pair of Arthur's who were also looking tired of everything.

"I spoke to her didn't I? I need a drink," Chris got up and went to search for alcohol. Lauren picked up the two beers and glass of wine carefully balancing them in her two hands before turning around and narrowly missing the person behind her.

"Be careful!" Chris scolded stepping back.

"I was nowhere near you, calm down," you clapped back before going back to your shared friends.

Chris was two things when he was drunk, either very hands on or very mean. To y/n he was always the latter. When you came back from talking to a guy on the next table Chris let out a very audible scoff.

"What's your problem?" You had finally had enough of his snark for one evening.

"Don't get too close to me I don't want to catch whatever diseases you've surely picked up," Chris snapped. You put your tongue to the side of your mouth and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" You asked, everyone else on the table looked at each other, these arguments between you and Chris often got very explosive.

"Judging by your dating record it's a miracle you're not down the clinic every weekend," he replied with a smirk on his face.

"Well next time I'm there I'll be sure to say hi," you retorted picked up your jacket.

"What are you doing?" Arthur Hill asked as you threw the jacket over your shoulders with force.

"I'm not staying somewhere where I'm not wanted," you explained placing your arms through the sleeves of your denim jacket.

"There's no need for that," George was the one who was going to try and calm the situation down.

"There is. I'm sorry but I've put up with the shit for too long. If this tiny little excuse for a man is so insecure and petty that he can't even keep his fat gob shut for one hour then I'm done," you cried before grabbing your bag and walking in the direction of the exit. George and the Arthur's all called after you but you ignored them, as long as he was there you weren't going to have anymore to do with it.

"Just what is your problem with her?" Arthur Hill asked the smaller man.

"The only problem I have is that she has a problem with me!" Chris defended himself before picking up his pint.

"I don't buy that, you've had it our for her since day one!" George replied, the two Arthur's nodded.

"If this were primary school you would have pulled her pigtails and pushed her over," ArthurTV joined in.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chris asked slamming now empty drink down onto the wooden bench, all he wanted to do tonight was go out with his mates and have a laugh but now he was being ganged up on and he wasn't having fun at all.

"I honestly think you like her, she pissed you off and now you're treating her like shit like the petty little man you are," George explained and again both Arthur's nodded in agreement. They all hoped it was a big misunderstanding and the two would kiss and make up, if only they put their bad first impressions aside for ten minutes they would realise the actually had a lot in common. Chris did not take this comment well at all, he could think of a hundred if not a thousand women he would much rather be with.

"Not if the future of humanity depended on it," the curly haired man replied before sulking off to the bathroom.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take guys, we need to get them to talk," an exhausted ArthurTV cried.

"I know. I honestly think he'll like her music if he gave it a chance, I reckon if we bring him to her London show next month he'll have a new appreciation for her," Arthur Hill surmised. He was also playing at the show so it wouldn't be too difficult to get Chris to attend.

"That and if she's on stage at least they won't be round each other to argue," George added in before sighing. He was getting very sick of this too, everyone was.

"Then it's settled."

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skzkiof · 7 months ago

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can u write a fic of ivantill navigating their feelings after the kiss if they were both saved by the rebels

Till was annoyed. He was also feeling a lot of other things, undoubtedly, but annoyance was at the top of the list because why wouldn't they just let him see Ivan already?

"Can you please stop pacing?"

He paused mid-step and glanced over at Mizi.

"I just found out one of my friends who I honestly thought was dead has actually been alive this whole time and my other friend is currently being operated on after nearly giving his life to save me. Sorry if I'm a little antsy."

Mizi gave a small smile, undeterred by his bluntness as usual. Or what used to be usual. Till wasn't so sure what had or hadn't changed.

"He'll be okay, I promise." Even as she said it, her eyes were drawn to the closed door. They couldn't even hear anything through the thick metal. "You heard them; the wound was pretty minor. Just grazed his side."

Till pressed his lips into a thin line, hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Why did he do that?" he asked, barely louder than a whisper. Mizi stood up and crossed the hall, drawing him into a hug. He used to dream about this - having her undivided attention - but now it did little to ease the terrible pain in his chest.

Sniffing once, he hugged her tight. She didn't say anything, even as began to cry into her shoulder.

It was nearly two hours before the door opened and one of the healers - Mizi had introduced them but honestly Till couldn't remember her name; he had been kind of traumatized at the time, okay? - stepped out.

Till tried very hard not to focus on the blood staining the front of her shirt. "He's stable," she said.

"Okay, great." Till didn't even wait before trying to push past her; she didn't budge. "Come on! I just want to see him."

She smiled politely. "I didn't say you couldn't. Just try and be quiet, okay? He might be doze in and out, don't try to force him to stay awake."

Till pursed his lips. "I know," he grumbled. Mizi joined his side.

"Thank you," she said. With a shared nod, the healer left. Inside the room was the other healer; he quietly set a rag on Ivan's forehead before also leaving the room.

"He still has a slight fever," he explained. "If he asks, you can refresh the rag." He pointed to a bucket on the table with what Till could only hope was clean water.

Once he was gone, Till walked over to the bed and sat down. Mizi sat on the other side of the bed. Ivan hadn't stirred since they walked in.

He looked bad - terrible, even. His skin was even paler than usual, there was a bit of crusted blood still at the corner of his mouth, dark circles under his eyes.

But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"I'll just stay until he wakes up," Mizi said quietly, staring at him. "I just want to make sure he's okay."

Till had almost forgotten he wasn't the only one who had been wounded by what happened. He suddenly felt a little guilty.

"You don't have to leave," he said instead.

She smiled over at him; there was something about the look in her eyes that made Till feel exposed. He didn't like the feeling. "I think you two need to talk."

He didn't argue, even if the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about what had happened. Any of it.

Ivan woke up about ten minutes later; he was groggy, as expected, voice hoarse and scratchy.

"Here." Till moved without even thinking, grabbing a cup he had noticed on the table a little earlier.

Ivan was too weak to even hold it. Till adapted quickly; he held the cup to his lips and tilted it back a little. Once Ivan was done, he set it aside again.

"So," he licked his lips. "I guess this isn't heaven, huh?"

Mizi laughed softly. "Not even close. But you're safe here, at least."

He sighed, groaning a little as he tried to sit up. Till moved quickly, gently grabbing his arm to help him. He wasn't even sure if he should be moving yet but he wasn't about to fight him; that just seemed like asking for even more trouble.

"I really expected to die up there," he said once he was settled, the rag fallen at his side. Till grabbed it, plopping it in the bucket for now.

Mizi pressed her lips together. "I think I'm going to go see if they have anything that'll be easy enough on your stomach," she said, gently touching Ivan's shoulder as she stood.

"I'm not hungry," he replied automatically.

She clicked her tongue. "Too bad; you need to eat to recover."

Without waiting for a reply, she swept around the bed and paused just long enough to squeeze Till's shoulder once before leaving the room.

The silence was almost suffocating.

"You weren't really choking me," Till blurted.

Ivan side-eyed him. "Of course not," he said slowly. "Did you really think I would?"

Till opened his mouth, closed it. "I'm not really sure of anything anymore," he admitted quietly.

"It was just a ploy," Ivan continued, looking away. "I don't know. I just needed them to believe it."

It was silent again for a few beats. Till stared at his hands.

"You could've killed me," he said eventually. "I didn't care."

He chanced a look; Ivan was still staring ahead at nothing, his mouth a tight line. "I would've never let that happen," he said and for a moment Till wasn't sure what he meant until - "I would've done anything to ensure your safety."

And that was the crux of it, huh?

Till thought of Ivan's hands around his throat, surprisingly gentle. He thought about his mouth. His lips. He had kissed Till like he was searching for something. Like he needed something.

"You kissed me," he said. It felt weird, finally saying the words.

Ivan snorted, shaking his head minutely. "I did." He side-eyed Till again. "I know it was selfish of me. I know."

"But if you could do it over again, would you still kiss me?"

Till wasn't even sure what had motivated him to ask. Ivan smiled; it was almost sad. "Probably."

He nodded. He wasn't upset. He wasn't even sure if he had been upset, in the moment, not for longer than a second. Mostly he had been confused.

But now that he had time to think on it, he wasn't so confused anymore.

"I never knew," he mused quietly. "I mean." He looked up, suddenly a little angry. "You never told me. You should've told me."

All that time he had been chasing after Mizi and a part of him had always known it was never going to happen. She had loved - she still did - love Sua.

Time wasted. He had never even considered...

"There was no reason to burden you with my own feelings," Ivan said evenly. "I'm selfish, maybe, but I didn't want to make things even more complicated for you."

Till breathed out through his nose. "You really think you were doing that for my sake?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice level. "You think you had the right to decide what was best for me?"

Ivan stared back at him, eyes as dark as ever. "I don't understand."

"You kept it from me," Till continued, pressing a hand to his chest, "because you were scared to say it. You were scared of how I would respond."

Ivan let out a humorless laugh. "We both know how you would've responded, Till." He sighed. "This is a pointless argument to have."

He still wasn't getting it. "No," he said, leaning closer. "We don't know how I would've responded because you never gave me the chance."

"Just like you gave the same chance to Mizi?" he shot back.

Till pressed his lips together. "That is not the same and you know it. Sua loved her back. It was different. I - " He paused, biting the inside of his cheek.

Suddenly the fight was drained out of him. Ivan eyed him warily.

"You what?" he asked, looking cautious and almost nervous. Till had never seen that expression on his face. He always looked so in control of everything. It was nice to be reminded he was really just human like the rest of them.

Till swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I think I could've liked you, Ivan. If only I had known."

Ivan stared at him like he wasn't really seeing him. "No," he said, too fast. He looked more scared, here, than he had up on that stage.

"Didn't factor that into your little plan, huh?" he asked; without asking, he pulled the rag out of the water and wrung it before leaning forward to gently scrub away the dried blood on his chin. "I don't think I ever really liked her, not in the way I thought I did."

Ivan was silent, his jaw clenched.

"I was just - I needed something. An escape. A dream. She was nice to me. Pretty..." Till sat back. "I think I just really wanted someone to care about me."

Ivan glanced at him briefly before looking away again.

"But this whole time I was blind to see I had that," Till felt his eyes burning. "Maybe you weren't as obvious about it, maybe you had your own way of showing it, but... that doesn't matter." He tossed the rag aside and reached for his hand; Ivan stiffened as he grabbed it but didn't pull away. "I would like to have a second chance."

Ivan stared at their hands. "You don't owe me this," he said, voice still carefully even.

"I'm not offering anything because I feel like endowed to you," he squeezed his hand, hard. "You know me well enough to know I wouldn't do that. Now stop fighting me on this and look at me."

Ivan lifted his head.

"Thank you, Ivan," he said, staring into his eyes - dark, yes, but warm, comforting and familiar - "for caring about me, even when I couldn't see it."

Ivan opened his mouth, closed it. He squeezed his hand back. If Till didn't know better, he would even say he was blushing a little.

Maybe he would always have a bit of regret for not really seeing Ivan earlier. Maybe Ivan would apologize many more times for kissing him without permission. Maybe he would try to apologize for hurting Till, even if he didn't. Not really. All the pain he had felt - the real pain - was cured the moment he had known he would be okay. Maybe they would still struggle a lot, have bad and good days, but maybe that was okay.

#alnst #ivantill #alien stage #ivantill fic #alnst till #alnst ivan #alnst mizi #mywriting #hope u enjoy anon!#ivantill requests/prompts are open to all btw #they rly help motivate me soooo

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my-jukebox · 7 months ago

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hihi! i have a obey me request that i thought of after reading the hug headcanons w the brothers post you made!! (it was REALLY nice btw <3 i loved it!)

what about mc coming home after a tiring day at RAD and mammon just hugs them n they just have a cute fluffy moment …or!! mammon coming home after a tiring day at RAD, and mc just hugs him n again they have a cute fluffy moment, any of the two are fine since they’re both so cute!! im gonna leave the choice up to ya, cant wait too see what u write <3

- 🃏 anon! :3

I'm so glad you loved the previous post. I brainstormed my best here and tried to make it longer so forgive me if it's not up to the mark. Also God it took so long, I'm sorry.

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), and Mammon.

"Mammon, towards the light!"

The photographer said as Mammon turned towards the light, maintaining his pose. He had been going for hours together with only a ten minute break every hour.

"Majolish is gonna love these pics. Great job today!" was all Mammon heard before he rushed to his studio room and removed his makeup. He looked so tired, to the point where he should've considered getting Asmo to keep the people at bay.

He took deep breaths and finally got some shut eye until—

"Mammon, the next shot is ready!"

"Ahh shit, here we go again!"

Mammon headed out the room and watched as the studio began filling up with multiple models who he was supposed to pose with.

'This is gonna be draining!' He thought as he was being dressed and practically, dragged by his photographer on the stage.

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The lecture seemed never ending. The professor kept talking about Latin phrases for spells and potions but all you could think about was sleep.

"(Y/N)?" The teacher called out.

"(Y/N)!?" She repeated.

"Yeah!!"

"Are you zoning out? Please pay attention or else you'll fail the midterms."

"Yes, ma'am"

The teacher nodded her head at you and went back to teaching some spells again. You couldn't be bothered. You'd just have to pull up another study session with the brothers again, it seems.

The minute the bell rang, you got up from the bench, refusing to greet anybody as you made your way to the House of Lamentation.

Upon reaching back home, you entered your room to find Mammon asleep on your bed. You gently shook him.

"Mammon, are you alright? It's pretty rare to find you here of all places." You said, voice laced with concern.

"I'm alright. I'm just so tired. When I tell ya' I was like a prisoner there, I'm not kiddin'!!" He said as he looked up at you. He had absolutely no energy left in him.

"There?" You asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

"The modelling studio. Those stupid, little ahhhh.....they weren't letting me rest." He said, clearly annoyed with how his entire day went. You chuckled at his little rage towards his workers before throwing your bag on the floor and removing your shoes, making your way towards the bed.

"Aww baby don't worry. You wanna....cuddle?" You asked him as you watched his cheeks get flushed with different shades of red.

You laughed and opened your arms wide for him. He scowled but still laid down on your chest as you massage his head gently. This moment was all you needed. Especially after a day like this.

"How was your day?" He said softly, so as to not disturb the peaceful moment.

"Eh. You weren't there in class so it wasn't the best." He grinned widely at you response.

"Of course it wasn't the best. The Great Mammon promises to never leave you alone again."

"I'll hold you on that promise."

You hear a low rumble from Mammon, indicating that he was chuckling. You hug him even tighter, never wanting to let go. As you both cuddled, you found yourself finally content and at peace after such an awful day.

And so, you both stayed up the entire night; talking, laughing, joking about everything and nothing at the same time. The night began to fade slowly as you both found yourselves with each other once again, cherishing the eventful moments of closeness as the world outside was asleep.

I finally did it. i got a conclusion at last!

~Masterlist~

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!

#sami writes #obey me!#obey me oneshots #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 1 year ago

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𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

summary: y/n didn't fell well in the last year... and she probably never will feel herself well again. word count: 2.832k trigger warning: SUICIDE, SELF-HARM (really, don't read it if it trigger you please please please), psych ward, signs of mental illnesses, heartbreak, hallucinating, screaming, farewell letter

count your fingers. breathe in, breathe out.

"are you doing this again?"

y/n sat on her bed, smoking a cigarette as she read the newest tabloids. others were watching tv in the lodge, but she preferred to out out some titles and interesting articles. the date stated 1995, may 3rd.

"you are no longer in the newspaper. they're dumb, never writing anything in these papers, fuckers."

scratching her neck, her nail broke at the end. it was weak ever since she got here, sleeping and eating was difficult also.

"but they were true about me."

she looked at him, pulling her knees to herself.

"fuck you, they weren't."

kurt sat at the leg of the bed, now the closest ever. he always stood at the door, sat by the window, or sat on the ground, facing her.

just keep counting. six, seven, eight...

"you look like you need a rest, love. dark circles doesn't fit you."

something constantly buzzed in her mind, like a radio band is always on, even if there's no music and no jokes. or the tv in the lodge at 2am, no shows were playing, she always talked with kurt at night, until the nurses didn't guide her back to her room. she was alone here, at peace, doing what she liked to do --writing her diary, reading books, painting her nails. he wanted to paint kurt's too, but he never came close to her, never let her touch him. he was distant, but in a comforting way.

"who do i need to look beauty for?" y/n asked, exhaling the smoke. kurt smiled, pointing at himself.

"for me."

"yeah, of course."

take your medicine. place a pill on your tongue, then swallow it down with a gulp of water.

the next dose of pills were laying on the plate, waiting for her to take them with a cup of water. they trusted her enough to take it alone, since she almost scratched her wrists from freaking out too many times. the clock on her nightstand ringed, it was time.

"you know i'll never disappear, even if you take those?" kurt laid back on her bed, reaching his hand to the ceiling.

brushing her hair, y/n turned away her head from him. she didn't want to hear this, and to turn to her sane sense.

"if you live only in my head, why can't i just make you go away?" she whispered, her eyes lingering on the lace of the curtain, forming an angel and a bunny.

"because you don't want to let me go."

looking at him again, the buzzing was so intense and it wasn't pleasuring. the voice wanted to tell her something, but it never could. it was a void. she was a void.

am i telling this to myself too? y/n felt tired, picking a pill, popping into her mouth. she ate more pills than actual meals, in the first two months, it was strange to even eat after only living on little pieces of medicine for so long. she looked at kurt, he was still here. ten more minutes and he'll be gone, but the pills only made her tired, they never sent him truly away. or, maybe it was easy to crawl into her mind. laying down, she used her boney arm as an extra pillow, dragging the comforter up on her body.

"when i wake up, piss off."

"can't promise, princess." kurt said, leaning on his elbow as he saw her closing her eyes.

days went like this --waking up before 10am, taking pills, skipping breakfast because the pills always caused her nausea, playing and talking with the others in the psych ward, talking with her own psychiatrist, eating lunch, taking pills, resting in the afternoon, reading the tabloids every wednesday, watching the telly or reading a book before dinner, and then, taking the day's last pills, and then sleeping all night, but she often woke up, sometimes two or three times even.

a knock woke her up from her deep slumber, making her shake. looking around, kurt was not around anymore --at least he kept his poor promise. a nurse, dorothy was standing in the door.

"good afternoon, y/n. you have a visitor."

it was strange. she broke her connections with most people, only dave and christ knew that y/n was still in here.

"who?" she asked, getting up to put on her shoes.

"his name is dave grohl. do you know him?" dorothy asked, making her nod. standing up, y/n went out on the door, seeing dave. walking up to him, dave smiled at her, but it was something uncertain in his eyes. y/n gave up for caring about other's feelings a couple months ago, since she couldn't even deal with hers.

"hello, angel! how are you?" he asked in the sound like you ask from a child, hugging her lightly.

"totally fine." really, she was in a psych ward almost a year from now on, what could she say?

"can we go for a walk? that girl... maybe dorothy? said that we can go for a little walk, i want to know what's going on with you."

stepping outside, y/n breathed fresh air only when she opened her window, and went for a short trip with the others once in three months. the air was calming, and the sun didn't shine too bright, flowers grow on the edge of the sidewalk. dave was so strange, like he also lived in her mind. but he doesn't have to know about that.

"so, what's up? hanging around, uhm..." he wanted to continue, but y/n looked at him.

"chill, dave. i know this place is a horror house. i'm pretty fine, dealing with my things and stuff... and you?"

"i'm fine also. me and jennifer talked about having kids, but i'm not feeling the time yet."

"i felt that." she and kurt had frances, y/n loved her as her own daughter, even if that crazy woman courtney fretted her for being in the baby's presence.

"i have some pictures about bean, do you wanna see them? courtney was against it, but... i thought you'd like."

"that's really nice from you, dave."

seeing the pictures, she felt like the whole universe laughed at her. the buzzing started again, she tried to smile. "how big she is!"

"yeah, well, she is just like her fath-"

dave suddenly silenced. because everybody knew. everybody knew that y/n got in here because kurt died, her mind couldn't comprehend the fact, and she began to see him. she began to hallucinate, and most of the time, she just laid on her bed and looked at the ceiling, not eating, not drinking. if she wasn't crying or screaming, she was sleeping or just being like a sack of potato. the most miserable sack of potato. almost a year, and she didn't even made the smallest progress. she clearly, medically went crazy because of her lover's death.

"look, y/n... me, jen, chris and his wife is going on a trip... you should come too. it's much warmer there in california, you could loose up a little bit, don't you?"

y/n scratched her arms, looking at the stop sign at the end of the road.

"it's a really nice idea, dave. thank you. it's just... what if kurt-"

"what? what about kurt?" dave asked, getting angry. "sorry, but what fucking about him?"

"nothing, just... nothing, really, i just don't want to go."

"because of him? y/n, i don't want to be mean, but did you look at yourself? his death caused all of us pain, but you literally got sick from it."

"what about me? what about me, what about me?" she yelled. "don't say that he's dead, because i fucking see him everyday, and i'm not gonna let it slip!"

"do you see him right now, huh? do you see him? because if yes, then you are just the same as those girls who get shocked to be normal just a little bit!"

"and what if i saw him? what if i saw him and he just could see that how big of a cock your are, fuck you, dave!"

he laughed like he doesn't believed what he just heard.

"here we fucking are again, y/n! because i'm a good friend of yours, i'm gonna tell you that nobody fucking sees him, nobody who's normal! i thought that it's just some aftermath of your depression, but..."

"but what? i am crazy? i am compulsive? i am fucking hopeless? because you know, every fucking day was a menace since things got fucked up!"

"no, you are fucking worse than you were when he died!" dave screamed, trying to reach for her arm to get her back to the psych ward, but y/n clawed at him like a cat, while from the tip of her throat, an enormous shriek came from her, and then y/n just snapped.

"HE MAY BE DEAD! AND EVEN IF HE IS, I WISH I COULD DIE EVERY DAY JUST TO FREE MYSELF FROM ALL OF THIS VOID!" her vocal cords almost teared up as she screamed, crouching on the ground, holding her head. this was the end, the waves crashed above her head, the endless sea of her depression caged her in.

like a switch finally turned down, y/n tried to collect her breath, but it didn't helped. she went too deep, and the last breath of hope was sucked out from her.

"are you okay? y/n, fuck, are you alright?" dave asked her. y/n stood up, brushing her hair from her face.

"yes, i think everything's okay." she felt her own voice static, but it didn't matter.

"okay, then... shall we go back? you must be tired."

"yeah. let's go back."

dave didn't even know that he saw her the last time alive.

"i hope you get a little rest. i think it wasn't a good idea to come, but... i care about you. we all do." he said inside, y/n pulled up the muscles of her lips.

"it's okay. it was good to see you, dave." giving him a hug, it lasted a little bit too long, but he wanted too, so it wasn't a problem. she just wanted to feel loved after so long.

"see you later, y/n."

"yeah, see you too, dave!" she waved to him from the window, dave got out his camera from his car.

"do this again! wave and say, 'hi everybody!'"

"hi, goodbye, good morning, good afternoon everybody!" she sang while faning with her hand, smiling. dave waved to her the last time, then he got in his car, riding away.

do kurt miss christ and dave just as she?

1am. 1995, may 4th.

not a soul walked on the hallways of the ward. it was peaceful, only the small droplets from the fountain harmed the silence. only one bathtub, filled with water, a hand hanging on the side of the white porcelain. little curls of steam floating in the air.

"are you sure about that?"

he was here again, with her. kurt leaned on the brim of the tub, looking at y/n as she collected the pills. she's gonna swallow all of it, with two gulps of water, and then... she didn't know what's going after this, but she couldn't handle it any longer. life was too heavy, she felt it on her shoulders, her spine, her head, it crawled it's weight into her guts from day to day, a new day, a new weight.

looking at him, she stopped in her movements.

"did it hurt?"

kurt only smiled at that, saccharine in his smile.

"did life hurt?"

"only when you weren't there." she replied, then, placing the first dose of pills into her hand. "i wrote a letter. i hope they find it. and i hope i'll find you."

because she hoped, really. she had hope, not for life, but for him. she felt dumb every time she saw lame romance movies about people can't live without each other, but it turned out that it was true. she literally died without him, and air got much more suffocating.

looking at the pills, she looked up to the cross on the wall in front of her. so this is the end.

"i'll look for you, kurt. i love you." she said, not even paying attention to the fact if he was there or not, even if he just lived in her head. downing the pills, chug, another doze of pills, chug. just a couple of minutes, and no days will be spent with agony and crying, screaming, watching shitty movies, trying to live.

somehow, it was comforting to her.

laying back in the warm water, she saw kurt coming closer to her. her vision began to get blurry, and she felt stomach churn, her heart and liver exploding, but it was only a little pain. her lover bend over her, and maybe he touched her, kissing her forehead, but she didn't felt it. there was no movie in front of her eyes, playing her whole life, there weren't any so special things from books the writers always talked about. it was just laying down and resting for awhile.

in her last moments, she felt nothing else but warmth.

dear everybody, or anybody who finds this,

i never wasted too much words about anything. maybe i should have done, but i'm not gonna change this, so please, don't judge me. it's rude to judge dead people anyway.

everyone who thinks that my actions is in connection with kurt, they're right. i don't want to brag about my mental state, let's just say, i didn't feel well in the last couple of months. people around you change you, taking you to a ride, and i guess that i wasn't ready for the end of the ride. in the end, i only want you to remember that how wonderful and gentle, unique and perfect creatures we are. i loved myself, always, i just didn't love the way i felt.

some words to the people, because i was too much of a scaredy-cat to talk with them in the last rounds: dave and chris. you two are truly wonderful, the best guys i could ever imagine. i'm sorry that you have to get to know about this in a letter, but please, never let kurt's memory die, and maybe, don't even let mine. i didn't do a lot of good things in my life, but i loved. i loved and cared, and maybe that can be valuable even for you. courtney, i know we've never been good friends, but maybe, we never could be. i just want to wish you strength and courage for the rest of your life, i've never invalidated your feelings. maybe i felt just like you, excluding the fact that i don't have a lovely supergirl. frances bean, you little star; you won't remember me, but i'll remember you. you are the most fantastic girl i've ever known, and you'll gonna rock the world, just like your father did.

i don't want you to be sad. i wasn't sad, just a little crazy. living our lives without our loved ones claims us to be strong and brave, but i'm not enough brave for it. you're gonna do it instead of me, and my gratitude will chase you forever.

never forget to love and care! i did the same.

y/n y/l/n

she opened her eyes, sun shining through her eyelids. where the hell she was? feeling something soft under her touch; she laid on sand. little rocks pressed into her palms as she sat up. she didn't know where she was, and she wasn't even certain if she did what she did. coming to her senses, the waves crashed in the ocean only a few foot apart from her. washing the shore, it almost get wet her too. it was peaceful and unusual.

but she was not the only one sitting on the beach.

a figure, 60 feet from her sat just like her in silence, looking at the ocean and the dawning sun. could it be...

standing up, she was unsure in her steps, but somehow, she managed to go closer. it was him. instead of screaming and jumping, she simply crouched beside kurt, looking at him, so she was sure that it's really him. the wind blew his hair, his lips surely were salty from the air. brushing through his hair at the back of his neck, the blonde curls felt like silk. he was an angel.

without saying a word, y/n leaned her head on his shoulder. she could touch him now, watching as the sun bleed through the sky. she felt something warm in her chest–

–sure it wasn't reality. but it didn't even needed to be.

a/n: this is my first oneshot in this genre, and to be honest... i don't want to write more. i just had a very depressed couple of weeks, and this just came into my mind. i won't write fics like this, it turned out that i like domestic comfort and fluff more. if you liked it, or want to request, write in the comments, dm me or write here

stay safe, love yourself girliez,

louisa

#kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain #nirvana #90s #dave grohl #chris novoselic #send me requests

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crybabyddl · 5 months ago

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Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Chapter 2

Warning: swearing, flirtation, alcohol, smoking, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, modern setting

Read Ch. 1 here!

Author's Note: By the way, Steve is 24 and the reader is 23. They both went to Hawkins High, but the classes were kinda big so they didn't directly cross paths. ALSO, I'm sorry, please forgive me for using the iconic, but overused "Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants" line. I saw the opportunity and just had to take it. Please don't think I'm cringe, thanks.😓

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The car ride to Steve's house was only about ten minutes. During that time, you learned he was a fellow Hawkins alumni, his favorite color is red, and he listens to Glass Animals. You couldn't help but feel envious of the fact that someone who was only twenty-five was driving a BMW 740i. But as you pulled into the driveway of his house, you soon realized his car wouldn't be the only impressive investment he possessed. You must've had a look on your face, because Steve assured you that this was his parents' house, not his. Apparently they were away for two weeks as they took a trip to Turks and Caicos for their thirtieth wedding anniversary. You were nervous about making a good first impression, but as Steve walked with you up to the door, he rested a comforting hand on your shoulder that made your heart flutter.

"It's just a few of my friends from high school. You might even recognize some of them, actually. Were you involved in any extracurriculars?"

"I was in photography my sophomore and junior year, and I did art club my senior year."

"That's awesome! In that case, you might actually see a couple familiar faces." Steve's smile melted some of your nerves.

You hadn't planned on drinking much tonight, but the idea of making small talk with people from high school sober was too awkward for you to handle. Thankfully, as soon as Steve placed the carton of Blue Moon on the granite kitchen island, he took a bottle and popped the cap off with the bottle opener on his keychain, handing it to you. It was still cold.

"Thank you, cheers." you clinked the lip of your bottle against his own before taking a swig.

"Look who's back!" You turn towards the sound of several pairs of footsteps coming from the adjacent room, connected by a large open entryway. It looks like a lounge area; perfectly designed for hangouts such as this one. The first face you see is unfamiliar, but the one behind it is one that you instantly recognized.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants," Steve playfully rolled his eyes. "Y/N, this is my best friend Robin and her girlfriend, Vickie." Steve put his left hand on the small of your back.

"Nice to meet you Robin," you smiled and gave what felt like an awkward wave, but it was reciprocated by the freckled young woman. She looked about as anxious to be in a social setting as you felt, if not more so. "And of course I remember Vickie! We painted the set for Grease together. Nice to see you again."

"You too, Y/N." she smiled, wrapping an arm around Robin's waist.

The two walked off to the refrigerator in search of ice to water down Robin's drink, since she couldn't pace herself--at least according to Vickie. As you took another sip of your drink, you found yourself looking at the artwork adorning the walls. There weren't any pieces you recognized, but you had no doubt they were expensive. Steve ushered you toward a camelback sofa, taking a seat with you. You were met with four friendly, yet unfamiliar faces sharing the sectional across from you.

"Guys, this is Y/N."

"Hey, I'm Nancy, nice to meet you," she gestured toward the shaggy-haired guy sitting closely beside her. "This is Jonathan."

"Nice to meet you guys."

"Wait, were you in photography club?" The question came from Jonathan.

You nodded.

"Yeah, in my sophomore and junior year. Were you?"

"I was. I actually became the president my junior year."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I should've recognized you." you felt slightly embarrassed that you didn't remember someone you saw almost daily after school for a whole year.

"Don't sweat it, I was pretty shy back then. The president of photography basically just had to stay back to develop the photos." His response made you relax a bit.

After a moment, one of the guys occupying the large couch spoke up.

"What, you're not going to introduce us, Harrington?"

"I figured you'd do the honor yourselves."

"We don't know her, man." the guy with straight, dark brown hair reaching his hips sounded like a stereotypical surfer from a 2000s movie.

"Eddie, Argyle, this is Y/N. Y/N, Eddie and Argyle." Steve pointed to each of the young men with the neck of his bottle before taking a large sip.

As the night went on, you learned that everyone--except for Steve and Eddie--was the same age as you. You still felt somewhat guilty that you hadn't made it a priority to befriend more of your classmates back in high school, but you suppose everyone was just trying to survive the hellhole that was adolescence. You bonded with Jonathan over photography. Nancy told you about her internship at the Hawkins Post, while Robin and Vickie told stories from pep band. You also learned that Argyle was from California and became friends with everyone when The Byers family returned to Hawkins after the earthquake. Eddie was into heavy metal, Dungeons & Dragons, and was working as a tattoo artist. Steve had only gotten up to grab the two of you your second beers once he knew you were comfortable enough to hold your own in conversation with his friends.

By the time he came back, you were laughing along with everyone at Eddie's impression of the old, cranky librarian, Mrs. Davidson. Robin had stolen his seat in the meantime. Steve was glad you were getting along with his friends, but he selfishly wanted to spend some time with you one-on-one. In a serendipitous twist of fate, Robin just-so-happened to spill her drink all over your lap as she was showing you pictures of her aunt's dogs, for some reason unbeknownst to him. Nancy grabbed some napkins from off the coffee table, but they could only do so much to remove the pinot that was already bleeding into your work clothes.

"Here, let's get you to the bathroom." Steve took your hand and led you upstairs, Robin's profuse apologies dwindling in the background.

He brought you into a bathroom that looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel.

"It's a good thing I don't work tomorrow, otherwise I'd have nothing clean to wear." you stated as Steve wordlessly instructed you to sit atop the counter.

"Speaking of, did you want a fresh change of clothes? These stains need to be treated before they fully set."

"If it's not too much trouble, that would be lovely, thank you."

"Not at all. I'll be right back."

You decided to use this time to do some investigating. You can learn quite a bit about someone by going through their bathroom cabinets.

You hopped off the counter and opened the mirrored panel.

The necessities were all there--toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, deodorant, and a razor. What you weren't expecting to see was the tub of Kevin Murphy Night Rider paste, along with a bottle of Rene Futerer mousse. You would've thought all Steve's hair needed was a bit of pomade ran through it, but it seemed like it took a lot more effort than that. Not that you minded, you liked when a man put effort into his appearance. You decided that was enough snooping for now, closing the door to the mirrored cabinet.

A few beats later, Steve returned with a yellow t-shirt and a pair of sweatshorts from the Hawkins High sports catalog.

"Thank you so much, Steve."

"Of course. I'll let you get changed-"

"We're adults, there's no need. You wanted to remove the stains from my clothes, right? Here." you found yourself taking off your shirt and pants, handing the articles to Steve.

He wasn't complaining in the slightest, but it was a bit surprising to see someone he'd just met a couple hours ago stripping in front of him. He figured the alcohol in your system caused some oversight of the more... sensual implications of taking your clothes off in front of someone. Again, not that Steve was complaining. Not one bit.

"Would you want to stay the night?"

The question leaves Steve's lips before he has the chance to second guess himself. It's what he wanted, and if he'd been picking up your vibes correctly, it seemed like you enjoyed being in his company. It only takes a couple seconds of silence for him to start panicking. Had he totally misread the situation?

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

"Cool. Alright, awesome," God, why was he bumbling like an idiot all of a sudden? "I'm gonna get some club soda for these and toss 'em in the washer. Meet you downstairs?" You nodded, and with that, he left you to change into the clean clothes he picked out for you.

It was frankly adorable seeing someone who carried this air of confidence with him in a more vulnerable, sheepish state. There was no denying you'd found Steve attractive the first time you laid eyes on him, but something about those moments of accidental shyness had you blushing deeply.

You held the clothes up to your face and inhaled through your nose. They smelled clean, but not overwhelmingly so. Truthfully, you were just thankful the shirt and shorts were actually clean. Most of the guys you knew weren't exactly known for keeping up with their laundry. You quickly realized it was kind of weird to be smelling a recently acquainted person's clothes, but you also acknowledged that it wasn't exactly conventional to be meeting Steve's friends and sleeping over at his house on what you were now considering a first date. Was this a first date?

When you got downstairs, you rejoined the group in the living area. Argyle was in the middle of telling a story, but it was forgotten when he realized you'd returned.

"Just in time, lady-dude! We were about to order a pizza. Any topping suggestions?"

"Whatever you guys want is fine with me, honestly."

"You sure?" You gave nod and a small 'thank you'. "Wicked, let me call this in. Be right back."

Almost immediately after Argyle left the room, Steve returned.

"Your clothes are in the wash as we speak." he said.

"Again, Y/N, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, Robin. It's not a big deal." you reassured her.

As the group waited for the pizza to arrive, you took shots. Following the shots, everyone went out back to smoke a joint and dip their feet in the pool. Steve sat down beside you, causing you to tear your eyes away from the glimmering water glowing from the pool lights.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Yeah, I am. Thank you for inviting me. Everyone has been really welcoming."

"I'm glad," Steve paused to clear his throat. "You look good in that shirt, by the way."

"Do I?" you raised an eyebrow at the compliment.

"Mhmm. I'd say you should keep it, but I also happen to like that shirt on myself." You couldn't help but chuckle at the somewhat dorky comment.

After a few seconds of eye flirtation, Steve excused himself to the bathroom, handing the joint to Robin. It was barely ten seconds later that her and Vickie were seating themselves down next to you.

"So..." Vickie started.

"What do you think about Steve? Total douche, right?" Robin asked jokingly, taking a hit.

"Oh, definitely," you played along, running a hand through your hair. "But seriously, he's really cool and I appreciate him inviting me over. This has been really fun."

"We're glad you came. We should hang out more often," Vickie chimed in.

"I'd like that."

Robin held the joint out to you, which you gladly accepted. You took a couple long hits before passing it to Vickie, who walked it over to where Argyle, Eddie, and Jonathan were debating the best Nirvana album. Nancy was inside pouring herself another drink.

Steve emerged from the bathroom a couple moments later, stopping to have brief conversation with her before he emerged from the house. He listened to the guys and their respective opinions, only to realize he didn't listen to Nirvana enough to contribute anything meaningful to the conversation. So he just took the joint and walked over to the pool. It didn't seem to bother him though, it meant he got to find his way back over to you.

"Stuff's good, you tried it yet? Eddie's friend Rick grows it."

He took a hit, slowly exhaling through his nose before passing it to you.

"Yeah," you told him, pausing to smoke once more. "Sure knows how to roll it too. Shit's pristine."

You passed it back and forth to each other a couple more times before Nancy walked by and asked if she could have it. You handed it to her with a smile. Her eyes were wide and her lips were pursed, almost like she wanted to say something, but she just muttered a 'thanks' and went over to where Jonathan was.

"Yo, pizza's here!" Argyle exclaimed.

Over the next two hours, the eight of you ate, drank, smoked, and laughed. After listening to Vickie tell the story of how her and Robin started dating, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Robin figured this was the perfect time to interrogate Steve.

"So, when's the wedding?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, Steve. I may be crossed, but I can tell when you're making goo-goo eyes at a chick."

"Goo-goo eyes?"

"Yes sir. That eye is goo, and so is that one," Robin points to each of Steve's eyeballs, pretending to go in to poke them. "Goo. Goo. Eyes."

"Remind me again why I'm friends with you."

"For the millionth time, your parents hired me," she rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance. "Please tell me you're planning on seeing her again."

"I mean she's staying the night, so I'm definitely going to see her again in the morning."

"That's not what I meant, but-" Robin stops herself, eyebrows raising slightly. "Is she now?"

"Robin, don't you dare say anything stu-"

"Y/N!" Without another word or care in the world, she sets off toward her with a sing-song-y voice.

"-pid."

God damn it.

The only thing Steve could do now was pray that Y/N still wanted to stay the night after whatever bullshit was about to spew out of his best friend's loud mouth.

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