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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Out Of Time ~ 110

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Word Count: 4,000ish

Summary: Bucky’s back. (That’s legit all I’m saying.)

Y/N threw up almost immediately after stepping through the portal, back into her hotel room.

“You really don’t like that, do you?” She grumbled, kneeling in front of the toilet. She leaned back against the wall, resting for a few moments. Her hand found its way onto her stomach, caressing it. “You’re in there aren’t you? You’re father’s going to be so excited when I tell him…. We had a fight. You probably heard it though. Sorry about that…. We can both be so stubborn sometimes.” She laughed. “Wow. You really have no chance. You’re going to give us a run for our money, kid…. But we’ll love you anyway…. I’ll love you.”

Y/N eventually got up and changed into something more comfortable. Curly-ing up on her bed, he turned on the tv and ordered room service. As she was tipping the staffer that brought her the food, her phone began ringing off the hook.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said, shutting the hotel door and hurrying to her phone. She was surprised to see Tony’s name on the screen. “Tony?” She quietly answered.

“Please tell me you’re okay!” Tony panicked on the other end. “Are you okay?”

“Tony, breathe. What are you talking about?”

“The UN in Vienna was bombed. Are you not with Natasha?”

“The UN was bombed?!” Y/N rushed over to change the tv station to the news. Tony was right.

“I take it that you’re not with Nat then?”

“No.”

“Thank goodness,” Tony sighed. “When I heard, I thought the worst.”

“I’m okay, Tony. I’m safe in my London hotel room.”

“That’s… that’s… I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Do they know who—“ Loud knocks sounded on her hotel room door. “Someone’s here for me but, Tony, we need to talk.”

“Then come home.”

“I’ll see you soon. Love you.” Y/N hung up the phone rushed to the door. Steve, Sam, and Sharon were on the other side. “I just heard about the UN. Have any of you heard from Nat?”

“Not yet,” Steve replied.

“We’re heading to Vienna with Sharon,” Sam said. “You coming?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N shook her head. “I really—“

“Y/N,” Steve’s tone held one of pain. “They’re blaming Bucky. He’s the suspect.”

~~~

Y/N and Steve watched the first responders from across the street. Trying to disguise themselves with baseball caps and sunglasses. The twins spotted Natasha across the way. Steve pressed some things on his phone before holding it up to their ears.

“Yeah?” Nat answered.

“You alright?” Steve asked.

“Ah, yeah, thanks. I got lucky.” They watched as she looked around and stood up. "I know how much Barnes means to you and Y/N. I really do. Stay home. You'll only make this worse. For all of us. Please.”

“Are you saying you'll arrest me?”

"No. Someone will. If you interfere. That's how it works now.”

“If he's this far gone, Nat, I should be the one to bring him in.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm the one least likely to die trying.”

“Just don’t bring Y/N into this. Keep her safe and out of it.”

“Too late,” Y/N responded before Steve hung up.

The twins slipped into a nearby coffee shop, where Sam was sitting at the counter waiting. He was also wearing a cap and shades.

“She tell you to stay out of it?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” Y/N replied.

“Might have a point.”

“He’d do it for me,” Steve stated.

“1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we considered all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me.”

"Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public,” Sharon said, coming up beside Steve. “Everybody thinks the Winter soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise. Except for this.” She slid Steve a file. “My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now . . . so that's all the head start you're gonna get.”

“Thank you,” Steve said.

"And you're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.”

~~~

“We can’t let them hurt him, Steve,” Y/N was pacing back and forth in the quinjet as they headed for Bucharest. Sam was currently piloting while Steve got ready. “They’re going to shoot him on sight. I can’t.. woah…” She sudden felt dizzy.

“Y/N?” Steve worried, hurrying over to help her into a seat. “Are you alright?” He felt her head. “You do feel a little warm. Maybe you should stay behind while—“

“No! No. I’ll be fine.” She leaned back against the wall she was sitting against. Steve watched her for a moment as she closed her eyes.

“Y/N… is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“No. Why would you think that?” She quickly straightened up to look at him.

“Because I’ve known you our whole lives.”

“I’m good, Stevie. Just worried about everything that’s all.”

Steve grabbed Y/N’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “We won’t let anything more happen to Buck. I promise.”

~~~

Suited up, Y/N and Steve entered a small apartment. Looking around, Y/N felt incredibly sadden at the sight. There was a mattress on the floor with disheveled covers and various bit of cheap looking furniture around the room. The kitchen and bedroom were in the same room. The twins walked around. Steve noticed something on top of the fridge. Walking over, he pulled out a notebook. Opening it, Steve sees tabs of varying colors and writings. Memories Bucky seemed to be trying to piece together.

“Heads up, Cap,” Sam called over the comms. "German Special Forces, approaching from the south.”

“Understood,” Steve replied.

Sensing another mind, Y/N slowly turned around. She tried to keep her breath steady as she made eye contact with Bucky. She gently nudged Steve, making him slowly turn around as well.

“Do you know us?” Steve asked.

“You’re Steve,” Bucky answered, staring at Steve before making eye contact with Y/N again. “You’re Y/N. I read about you both in a museum.”

“They’ve set the perimeter,” Sam warned.

“I know you’re nervous,” Y/N said, taking a step towards the scared man. “And you have plenty of reason to be. But you’re lying.”

“I wasn’t in Vienna,” Bucky stated. “I don’t do that anymore.”

“They’re entering the building,” Sam informed.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now,” Steve stated. "And they're not planning on taking you alive.”

“That’s smart. Good strategy,” Bucky responded.

“They’re on the roof,” Sam stated. “I’m compromised.”

“Bucky,” Y/N called, stepping even closer. “We have to go. Please, come with us.”

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck,” Steve said.

“It always ends in a fight,” Bucky replied.

“5 seconds,” Sam warned.

“You pulled us from the river,” Steve stated. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky answered.

“3 seconds!”

“Yes, you do,” Y/N pressed, cupping Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky inhaled sharply. “Brook—“

“Breach! Breach! Breach!”

A grenade crashed through the window. Pulling Y/N behind him, Bucky kicked the grenade to Steve, who smothered it with his shield. The cops outside the apartment door began hitting the door with a battering ram. Bullets began coming from the outside, through the windows. Bucky quickly pulled his mattress over everyone’s heads to shield them. Steve quickly kicked the table into the doorway, trying to stall the incoming men. The windows all soon shattered as the cops entered on cables.

Bucky pushed Y/N towards Steve before he began fighting off the cops. Steve quickly pulled Y/N into the kitchen and pulled her to the floor.

“Get out of here,” Steve ordered.

“Steve—“

“Before it’s too late!”

“Where should I—“

“Anywhere but here! Go!”

Nodding, Y/N glanced back at Bucky one last time. He met her eyes and Y/N slipped into his head.

“She needs to get out of here,” Bucky thought. “Before they hurt her too.”

With a deep breath, Y/N formed a portal and hurried through it. She collapsed onto her hands and knees in the quinjet, throwing up. After cleaning herself up, she set the coordinates for Berlin. She knew that, that’s where they’d be taken if they were caught. Y/N knew she needed to get there before they did, to help. She called Tony, having a feeling that he’d be called in for this.

“Please tell me you’re not with them,” Tony answered the call.

“I’m not,” Y/N replied. “But I’m on my way to Berlin.”

“I’ll met you at the airport. We’ll fix this, Y/N/N. I promise.”

“What exactly are you planning on fixing?”

“Everything.”

“But Tony—“

“No more. Not until I see you. I-I miss you, honey. So much.”

“I miss you too, Tony.”

~~~

Tony was quick to pull Y/N into his arms at the airport, hiding his head in her neck. Without very many words, they were quickly in a car on their way to the Joint Counter Terrorist Center. It seemed that Tony really just wanted to keep Y/N close, and Y/N wasn’t ready to tell him the news yet, not until she knew that her whole family could truly be happy.

Tony led her by the hand into the building, his other hand holding the phone to his ear. He was trying to talk Secretary Ross down. Y/N was on edge. Nervous for everyone. When they reached large command area, Y/N helped Tony take his suit coat off, carrying it in her arms.

“No. Romania was no Accords-sanctioned,” Tony told Ross over the phone as Nat led those from Romania in. “And, Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup.”

“Try not to break anything while we fix this,” Natasha told the other men.

“Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences.” Tony looked at Steve and Sam. “Obviously you can quote me on that 'cause I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.” He hung up, walking towards his teammates.

“Consequences?” Steve related.

“Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted. Had to give him something.” Tony and Nat started walking off.

“I'm not getting that shield back, am I?”

“Technically, it's the government's property,” Nat commented. “Wings, too.”

“That’s cold,” Sam said.

“Warmer than jail!” Tony added.

“Where’s Bucky?” Y/N asked Steve. “Did they—“

“They have him locked up,” Steve replied. “Does Tony know…”

“That I was there? No.” Y/N shook her head. “I need to convince Tony to let me see him.”

~~~

Steve was in the large glass conference room in the command center, watching the live security footage of Bucky’s cell. It was breaking Y/N’s heart to see him locked up like that, so she was in the bathroom. She also couldn’t controlled her stomach, currently.

“Hey,” Tony called, coming into the conference room from the side. “You wanna see something cool?” Steve looked his way. Tony had a small box in hand with his coat draped over his arm. “I pulled something from Dad’s archives. Felt timely.” Steve took a seat. Tony opened the box, revealing to pens, and set it on the table. "FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941. Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most.”

“Some would say it brought our country closer to war,” Steve stated.

“See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here. Neither you or Y/N. I’m trying to . . . what do you call it? That's an olive branch.” He sat down. “Is that what you call it?”

“Where is Y/N? It’s been a few minutes since I’ve seen her.”

“We’re kind… well, not kinda.”

“Pregnant?”

“No. Definitely not. At least… I don’t think so. No, we had a fight. About all this. Still haven’t really talked about it.”

“I’m sorry, Tony. I didn’t know.”

“A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up HYDRA . . . and then Ultron. My fault. And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. But neither did she. Because the truth is we don't wanna stop. I don't wanna lose her though. Lose what we have. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference.” Tony stood up and paced. “In her defense, I'm a handful. Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work.”

“You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single.”

“Oh, really? You two knew each other? He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times. God, I hated you…. He never really mentioned Y/N though.” Tony slipped his coat back on.

“I don't mean to make things difficult.”

“I know, because you're a very polite person.”

“If I see a situation pointed south . . . I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.” Steve smiled thinly. “Sometimes . . .”

“Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych-center . . . instead of a Wakandan prison.”

Steve picked up a pen and stood up. “I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards,” Steve stated.

“Sure. Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended. I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated—“ Tony sat down in the seat Steve was previously in.

“Wanda? What about Wanda?”

“She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company.”

“Oh God, Tony! Every time. Every time I think you see things the right way—“

“What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people.”

“Protection? Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony.”

“She's not a US citizen.”

“Oh, come on, Tony.”

“And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction.”

“She’s a kid!”

“GIVE ME A BREAK! I'm doing what has to be done . . . to stave off something worse.”

“What about Y/N? She has powers. You gonna keep her locked up forever too?”

“I’m doing this for her.”

Steve nodded faintly. “You keep telling yourself that.” He put the pen down. “Hate to break up the set.”

~~~

When Y/N finally left the bathroom, Tony was leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Tony asked, coming up to her. “You were in there a long time.”

“All of this is really getting to me,” Y/N answered. “It’s all stressing me out… The Accords, our fight, Steve, Bucky… all of it.”

“Well, maybe you should go home. I can finish things up here and we can talk when I get back.”

“No. I need to be here for Bucky.”

“Y/N. You can’t see him.”

“I can still be here for him. He’s—“

“Your Bucky. Your first love. Yeah, I know—”

“He’s my friend, Tony! He was there for me and Steve when we had nobody. Can’t you understand that?”

“You’re friend bombed the UN.”

“No he didn’t.”

“Did Steve tell you that, or did— no. Where did you come here from?”

“Tony…”

“Where?!”

“Bucharest. I was with them in Bucharest.”

“Y/N—“

“I saw his mind, Tony, read his thoughts. This wasn’t him!”

“You need to go before I have to arrest you for the use of your powers alone.”

“What? No. I’m not leaving.” Tony was mad. “You know that if you send me away, I’ll just find my way back.”

“Then you’re staying in my sights at all times.”

~~~

Y/N was standing in between Tony and Nat, watching the monitors of Bucky’s cell. Tony was serious about her staying in his sights. An evaluator had been sent into the cell, sitting at a desk facing the pod Bucky was restrained in.

“Hello, Mr. Barnes,” the evaluator greeted. “I’ve been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit?” He sat down. “Your first name is James?” Bucky didn’t respond. “I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James? I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky,” he responded. Tears formed in Y/N’s eyes as they never left the screen.

Y/N watched with bated breath the interview. Hand resting over her pounding heart, she watched the evaluator ask questions and write things down. But something wasn’t right. She glanced back, catching Steve’s eye. He motioned to his head.

“This is a set up,” Steve stated in his thoughts. “Something’s not right.”

Y/N turned back to the screen.

“Tell me, Bucky,” the evaluator continued. “You've seen a great deal, haven't you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Bucky replied.

“You fear that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry. We only have to talk about one.”

Suddenly, all the lights in the building went out.

“Great,” Agent Everett Ross muttered, putting his walkie talkie up to his mouth. “Come on, guys, get me eyes on Barnes. Go.”

“FRIDAY,” Tony called, “get me the source of that outage.” He turned to Y/N. “Did you do this?”

“No!” She answered. “You really think I would do this?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore.”

He turned away, focusing on finding the problem with FRIDAY. Y/N soon noticed that Sam and Steve were missing. Before she knew it, her, Natasha, and Tony were rushing towards the issue.

“Please tell me you brought a suit,” Natasha muttered.

“Sure did. It's a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two-button,”Tony replied. “I’m an active-duty non-combatant.”

Sharon ran up to this. “Follow me,” she ordered, running past.

They did as they were told, rushing through the building to try and help. They get took a different side.

“We’re in position,” Nat said, over the comms that had slipped in.

Tony tapped on his watch, quickly turning it into an Iron Man gauntlet. Coming out from behind the pillar he was hiding behind, he zapped Bucky with a stun-burst before Bucky could shoot a guard. Tony rushed at him, firing again. Bucky ducked the blast before trading blows with Tony, firing a gun. Fortunately, Tony had the gauntlet over the barrel, blocking the bullet. He pulled the gun loose before Bucky smacked him backwards. Y/N watched, trying to calm herself so that she could join.

Sharon was the next to rush Bucky, along with Natasha. They both land kicks and punches, before Bucky flipped Sharon head over heels. She smashed into a table as Nat leaped onto Bucky, legs around his neck. He slammed her onto another table and grabbed her throat.

“You could at least recognize me,” Natasha strained.

Coming out of nowhere, T’Challa kicked Bucky off of Natasha. He immediately began to fight Bucky, landing fast kicks and some punches. Bucky punched T’Challa, causing him to fall but quickly recovered. Bucky hurried up some stairs. T’Challa leaped the levels and vaults a railing, landing in front of Bucky. T’Challa spin-kicked and grabbed Bucky’s metal arm, trying to twist it. He threw Bucky back, keeping his hold as they both tumble down the stairs.

“Stop!” Y/N shouted, coming out of her hiding place. She approached the men, slowly, hands up. “T’Challa, back away.” To his surprise, T’Challa did as he was told.

“Y/N,” Tony croaked, finally gaining consciousness. “Don’t.”

“Bucky…” Y/N called, coming closer. “I’m not going to harm you. I just want to help.” She could feel in his mind that he was the Soldier again. She knew he didn’t like his mind being played with, so she slowing let her grip on him loose. “I need you to trust me.” She met his eyes. “Remember me.”

His metal hand was too swift for her. He grabbed her by the neck and held her up.

“B-bucky…” she strained. “It’s o-okay… I-I’m from Br-Brook-lyn…”

Recognition flashed in his eyes. But before Y/N could do anything with it, she was throw by Bucky. She landed hard on the ground, being forced into unconsciousness.

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pan-fangirl-345 · 4 years ago

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Until Eternity Runs Out

Summary: You're a double agent, a spy, a traitor, but there's only one thing more important to you than putting your mother's killer behind bars, one person that you're willing to put ahead of everything else: Sero Hanta.

Additional Information: The reader is an umbrakinetic, meaning she can manipulate shadows. Loosely based off of Azriel from A Court of Thorns and Roses, a book series that I adore. She can also teleport using her quirk. Her shadows are also able to talk to her, but they don't talk with anyone else other than the reader's "boss". Her hero name is Shadow Singer.

TW: The reader is a spy for U.A. and there is a battle scene and vague descriptions of blood. There is murder in this, but there's not like, an actual scene for it in this. Mentions of abuse. I think that's it, other than there will be some angst in this.

A/N: I have no idea where this came from, but I hope you guys like it. Sorry I've dropped off the map. School has been kicking my ass and I've been having a spell where I am kind of just going through the motions. I haven't really felt like myself lately, so I'm sorry that there hasn't been a lot of content.

"Mistress, the Master wishes to see you," your shadows whispered, making you give a small groan as they all whispered into your head at once. There were hundreds of voices hissing in your head, all at once, and they were annoyingly loud.

"Fine," you mumbled, slipping out from underneath Hanta's arm.

You really shouldn't have been in there, but he had had a rough day and it had been clear that he needed you. He'd cried himself to sleep earlier, and you hadn't had the heart to go back to your own room.

You opened a portal and stepped through it, walking into what your boss was considering his home base. It was really just a secluded rundown meat packing plant that had been shut down thirty years ago.

You had no idea why it hadn't been knocked down or condemned, but you knew that your boss had some high level friends in the government.

It didn't matter that you were only in a tank top and shorts, every member of your group knew that you were all kinds of off limits. Not only had you made it abundantly clear that you were in a relationship, and that you weren't interested, the boss had threatened to castrate anyone who laid a hand on you.

"Report," your boss demanded.

You could only see his hands and some of his legs from where you stood, but it didn't matter, your shadows saw everything and were reporting it back to you.

Besides, you knew what he looked like anyway.

"You really need to stop waking me up in the middle of the night like that. There's this thing called sleep that normal human beings need. And nothing's been happening," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes softly, stifling a yawn. "It's all regular training, and it's not like the teachers tell us shit anyways."

"Are you sure that it's not because you're too busy sucking face with the plain tape boy?" your boss asked.

"Hanta has nothing to do with this," you said. "I would tell you anything that I learned. Have I ever let you down? Has my information ever led you astray?"

"No, and let's keep it that way," your boss said. "You know what happens when someone outlives their usefulness."

"Yeah yeah old man," you muttered, rubbing your eyes as you headed back through your portal into your dorm room.

You knew in the back of your mind that he would kill you if he thought that you had reached your limits, but you were still too useful to him. He needed you as his trump card. You were the only person he could trust enough.

Stupid, foolish old man. Too many cards in the deck and not enough time to keep them all in check.

"Mi estrella? Where'd you go?" Hanta murmured, reaching out for you.

He had propped himself up on his elbows, an arm outstretched to pull you back into his soothing warmth.

"Bathroom, sorry," you whispered, kissing his forehead softly. "Go back to bed mi amor, I'm back."

You slipped under the covers with him again, humming as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you against him.

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"Be careful mi estrella," Hanta murmured, wrapping his arms around you.

"I will mi amor, I always am," you replied, kissing him quickly before you moved to head out into the streets for patrol.

"Hey, you know that you can't do that," he teased, gripping your wrist lightly before he pulled you back into his chest, kissing you fully on the mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him softly before you had to pull away.

"Hey, mi amor, I have to go, I'm gonna be late," you whispered, kissing him once more before you headed for the exit again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

You smiled at him, bright, before you slipped into the elevators.

You readjusted the belt on your suit, letting your eyes close for a moment, listening to the new information your shadows had gathered before the doors dinged open.

"Time for work," you murmured, heading for the agency.

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"Today, we're raiding this old meat packing plant," one of the heroes in charge said. "We have brought in a lot of heroes to help with this for once sole purpose: to capture as many group members as possible. This group has been expanding recently, and after extensive investigation, we have found that they have been planning an attack on U.A. sometime in the near future."

You were trying to pay attention, you really were, but you hadn't expected your cover to be blown so soon.

"Principal Nezu has been forthcoming with the information that he has a student working undercover with the organization, and most of our information has come directly from them."

"How do we know that this information is legit?"

"This student has never been wrong. Their quirk makes them perfect for both recon and apprehension. In addition, they have a personal connection to the leader of the organization, and they were more than willing to hand them over to the authorities."

"Why?"

"Because the leader of the organization killed their mother," the hero in charge said.

A hush settled over the room and you had to remind yourself that they didn't know it was you.

"We're heading out as soon as we get the warrant here, so be ready to go at any time. Shadow, that means you too."

"Yes sir," you said. "I understand."

"You remember the plan?"

"Of course," you murmured. "And I say that it's about damn time."

As soon as the meeting was over, you teleported to Nezu's office.

"Sir, the plan is in motion. We're simply waiting on the signal. I'm going to go, I still have to play the part of the loyal soldier after all."

"Of course my dear," he said, patting your hand reassuringly. "Be careful."

"I will be as careful as I can be," you told him. "Thank you for trusting me sir."

Nezu nodded, a grave look in his eyes.

"In case things go wrong," you said, hating that you felt the need to say it. "In case things don't go as planned, can you tell Hanta that I love him?"

Nezu nodded, and you left before you could overthink things.

You shadows were whirling around you like a small hurricane when you stepped back into base, right in front of your boss.

"Sir, the heroes are on their way, planning a raid. They have a warrant, and they plan on apprehending as many of us as possible. My shadows told me that there's a traitor in the lower ranks, I saw them in the agency earlier today. I couldn't get close enough, I'm sorry. People in the agency know what my shadows look and feel like, I couldn't risk blowing my cover."

The boss merely hummed, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair, which looked more like a throne from where you were standing.

You suspected that was the point.

The boss was a psychopath gathering a cult, he was narcissistic and you knew that he was a misogynistic man with an eye for the weak. He probably thought that he should be a king.

He thought that this was his kingdom and that the organization was full of his subjects.

And you were the princess.

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(Sero's POV)

When Hanta had gotten called in, he was surprised. He hadn't been a part of the raid to claim back Eri, but he had been told about it.

And now they were doing almost the same thing, minus the small, abused child that needed rescuing.

Kirishima, Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Hanta had all been called in. (Y/F/N) was supposed to be a part of the raid too, but she wasn't there.

"She's playing her part, she's right where we need her," the hero she was working under had told him when he had asked about her during the debriefing.

"Cellophane, are you ready?"

"Yes sir!"

He was waiting with the other heroes for the doors to be opened.

He remembered Midoriya telling him that the Chisaki had fought back immediately to give their boss time to escape, but someone in a well tailored suit opened the door, looking more like a butler than a warrior.

"Welcome, we've been expecting you," the man said, throwing an arm out to welcome them in. "The boss is ready to see you, I'll take you to him."

Despite the order to apprehend anyone they came across, the double agent had given them very little information on the schematics of the building, given that they had never wandered through long enough to be able to remember much of it. That, and they had a person that could change the building around.

"Is this normal?" Hanta whispered.

"Not even close," Kirishima told him as they were led deeper and deeper into the building.

The butler opened a door that spilled into what look like a storage area with windows.

It was empty save for a raised platform with one chair.

A man sat there, face concealed with shadows. All Hanta could see was his legs and his hands, tapping a small rhythm with his fingers.

That mannerism was familiar, but Hanta wasn't sure why.

"You were right as always, (Y/F/N), I didn't doubt it," the man boomed.

Hanta and the other students froze and the shadows moved, revealing you to them.

You were in your hero suit, but your head was down, and your shoulders were shaking.

"Mi estrella?" Hanta asked, his heart dropping into his stomach. She wasn't supposed to be there, was she? Was she supposed to be that close to the leader?

Something was wrong.

"So this is your boyfriend. I have to say, I'm disappointed. I was hoping you would enthrall someone more powerful."

"He's everything I need," you whispered, your voice quieter than Hanta had ever heard you.

"Did you know, that most girls choose boys that remind them subconsciously of their fathers?" the man asked, though Hanta wasn't sure who it was aimed at.

"Hanta is nothing like you," you said, a little louder, your shadows zipping around, like they were agitated. "And he will never be like you."

Hanta knew that your shadows responded to you, that they were connected in some way to your emotions, so something must've been really wrong if they were acting like that. He had never seen them this agitated.

"And why's that?"

"Because he would never hurt me. And because he isn't a narcissistic psychopath with an inferiority complex trying to prove that he's worth more than a dead wife and a daughter."

The man moved faster than Hanta's eyes could follow, and a muffled sound from you told Hanta that the man had hit you.

"Silence," the man hissed, sitting back down. "We have guests."

"I know," you said. "I'm the one that have them the name of our contractor. I'm the one that gave them the names and addresses and the weak spots of every member of this cult. I'm the traitor that spilled every secret of this organization."

You disappeared from the dais, wreathed in shadows, distorting your voice so that no one knew where you were in the room. Your voice got loud enough that everyone could hear you, no matter where in the room they were.

"And do you want to know why, Dad, do you want to know why I would throw it all away? Because I know that Mom wasn't trapped in that burning building. I know that those broken bones weren't from debris or from her trying to get out of the house. I know that all those nights she spent out weren't an affair like you said.

"I know that she was following you, and that when you argued, it wasn't about her fidelity. It was about what you are, about what you were putting us through. It was about what you were doing, where the money was coming from."

"How did you find out?" the man roared.

"I've been a spy all my life. It started with you, as a precaution for me, because Mom didn't want me as another one of your victims. It started with you, and it will end with you."

"Very clever, you aren't as dumb as I thought you were," the man said, voice calm again.

Hanta's brain was caught on one thing: this man was your father. He had hit you, and you had acted as if it was a normal thing. You had grown up with this knowledge.

How could you even stand your father? How could you even be in the same room as him without murdering him?

How could you love Hanta as much as you did when you had no good connections to what love really was.

"But do you want to know something, daughter? I know your weakness as well, I know what you would die to protect. Especially from me."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" you asked.

"Him," the man cooed, pointing at Hanta.

Arms wrapped around him, a hand at his throat, and Hanta stiffened. Other heroes around him moved to help, but the man's grip tightened, and they stopped.

"Hanta," you screamed. "Don't, please, don't hurt him. Riki, we've known each other since we were five, please, don't hurt him."

"Sorry (Y/F/N), but I owe your father my life."

"Please," you whispered, appearing in front of them, a few feet away. "Please, he's all I have left."

Hanta took your face in, the bruise forming on your cheek, the tears streaming down your face as you stood there.

"Mi estrella," he whispered, "te amo, hasta que se acaba la eternidad."

My star, I love you until eternity runs out.

"Hanta," you whispered, "Mi amor, lo siento mucho."

My love, I'm so sorry.

"Don't apologize," he told you. "None of this is your fault."

"How sweet," the man cooed, and Hanta turned an icy glare on him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you the whole plan," you told Hanta, who turned his eyes back to you. He had that feeling again, that deep hut feeling that something was wrong. "But this is the only thing that I know will work."

Hanta wasn't sure what you were talking about, but then the shadows around you grew and grew until they seemed to be pouring out of your entire body.

"Mi estrella?" Hanta asked as the man behind him dropped his hands.

"Shit," the man hissed, moving to run before he was handcuffed. "Shit, she's going off."

"What does that mean?" Hanta demanded.

"Before she learned to control her quirk, (Y/F/N) used to bottle them up until she exploded. Her quirk reacts to her emotions, when she exploded we called it 'going off'. She's about to blow like a nuclear bomb. We all have to get out of here!"

Seeing Hanta in a position like that must've pushed you over some ledge that you hadn't known about.

But then it hit him.

You had planned this.

You were smart, you were one of the top students, level with Midoriya and Bakugou and Todoroki, so you had more than enough brain cells to plan this.

"She was my friend for a very long time," Riki told Hanta, his eyes wide. "So, for her sake, make her stop."

"How?"

"She panics more than she wants people to know, you need to make her feel safe, or safe enough that she can get herself under control again."

Even your father was backing away, something like fear on his face as he took you in.

"Mi estrella," Hanta called. "I don't know if you can hear me, but you can stop now! You don't have to do this, there's another way. We're worried about you!"

He tried to move forwards, but Kirishima and Midoriya were trying to hold him back.

"Sero, don't."

"That's my girlfriend, I'm not going to just leave her," he growled, ripping away from them.

He strode forwards, reaching out to touch you, but the shadows got in the way.

He kept going, despite the shadows trying to push him back.

You were right, he would never hurt you, but the shadows that had been protecting you your entire life didn't seem to understand that.

"Come back to me," he whispered, fear starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. "Please (Y/F/N), come back to me. We can get you back to the dorms, you never have to be afraid of your father again, you never have to do this again."

Hanta was pushed through the shadows, but it wasn't like his tape could stick to them, they were fucking shadows!

"I don't?"

Hanta spun around, searching for your face in the mass of shadows, but it was like your voice was speaking directly to him.

"I promise, you never have to see him again. I'll keep you safe, I promise. I know you can take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean that you have to. Come back to me, mi estrella, and I promise, it'll all be okay. Come back with me, please (Y/F/N). I love you."

He felt your presence, and he turned.

It looked like you, but there was something not quite corporeal about you.

"You promise?" you asked.

You looked a few years younger, and you weren't in your hero suit anymore. You were in a small pink floral sundress, clutching the necklace that you never took off.

"I promise. I promise that I will never be like him, that I will never hurt you the way that he did. I promise that I will do my best to always be there for you when you need me, mi amor."

He opened his arms to you, and you took a few steps closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, but you had to get on your tiptoes to do it.

He scooped the younger version of you up, cradling your head against his shoulder, walking out of the shadows.

When he stepped into the light again the other shadows melted back into your body.

You were back to your normal age, and you were sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to him.

Hanta didn't mind, he held you tighter, arms under your knees and around your back.

"I can take her," Kirishima offered, jogging over.

"I have her," Hanta told him, nudging your temple with his nose.

He wasn't letting you go until he absolutely had to. He wasn't going to let you feel like this ever again.

The other heroes were rounding up members, your father was spitting in the back of a cop cruiser already, all composure lost.

Hanta sat in the back of an ambulance, holding you in his lap as you sobbed. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, he had no idea what that meltdown did to your body, but not until you were ready.

All he could do now was hold you, show you that you weren't alone, that he wasn't going to leave, and hope to every deity and otherworldly being out there that you pulled out of this alright.

"Mi amor, mi estrella, mi eternidad, mi amado, mi carino," he murmured, pressing kisses to your temple and the one cheek he could reach.

The others had all stopped by to see how you were doing, but they had taken one look and known that you were in the best hands possible.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your neck. "I love you, and I promise that you never have to see him again, that you can leave him behind after this. I promise that I will always give you the choice."

"H-Hanta, t-t-take me h-home," you sobbed, the first words you had said to him in half an hour.

"Can I take you to the hospital first? I just want to make sure that you're all right. I don't know what that 'going off' thing did to your body."

"It do-doesn't do anything t-t-to m-my bo-body," you whispered. "It just exhausts me."

"Okay, mi estrella," he whispered. He could always bring you back later, or take you to Recovery Girl.

"You don't have to stay," you whispered, pulling away from him. "You can leave, if you want."

"Why would I leave?" he inquired.

"Now that you know about my family, about me, you can't possibly want me," you muttered, wiping at your face as you started to breath regularly again.

"(Y/F/N), I have never been more in love with you than I am right now," he told you.

That made you pause.

"Huh?"

"The hero that you're working under told me that you planned most of the raid, and that you pretended to be spying on U.A., that you were detrimental to the operation. You knew that your father would use me against you, that he would try to make me a target, and you had a plan, albeit a stupid one, to get us all out.

"You are so smart, and so beautiful, and so out of my league I wonder how the hell you even stand me. I am more in love with you right now than I was when we started to day. I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you because you are nothing like your father, and because I need you, just like you need me."

"You don't need me," you whispered, glancing down at your lap. "You're probably better off without me."

"How about I decide that, yeah?"

You glanced up him, watching his face for a few minutes before your shoulders relaxed.

"Alright mi amor," you relented. "But you have to know that you can leave whenever you want."

"So can you," Hanta said.

"Why would I ever do that?"

Hanta smiled at you, nudging your forehead with his.

"I love you," Hanta said. "I love you more than you'll ever know."

It was a cheesy thing to say, and so cliche, but he meant it, and he was sure that he would keep meaning it.

"I love you too Hanta," you told him. "Until eternity runs out."

#hanta x reader #sero hanta imagine #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader #fluff #angst #what was i thinking #bnha #mha #sero hanta bnha #hanta sero bnha #sero bnha #hanta bnha

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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THE SEVEN || prologue

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: supernatural au with action, angst, smut, and (trace amounts of) fluff

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader fights to survive, attracts a powerful group of demons, and causes general mayhem in a post-apocalyptic new world

⇥ word count: 1.5k

⇥ warnings: nc17, *this fic has scenes of graphic violence*, demons, bloodshed, anarchy, general apocalyptic things, cursing, eventual poly relationship, a made-up language, hints of desire to own, brief mention of abuse, an attempt at world-building

⇥ beta reader: heathy @shadowsremedy - thank u so much!!! i was holding off on beginning this fic for so long, and you really helped me move forward! uwu<3

Prologue

The world has completely gone to shit, I think to myself as my blade slices right through my opponent’s eye. The responding roar of the crowd reinforces that thought as the lifeless body slumps to the ground.

Removing my bloodied knife from the man at my feet, I stand, exhaustion kicking in after yet another adrenaline-fueled fight. Gazing out at the surrounding crowd of humans and demons, I narrow my sights on tonight’s guests of honor – the seven demons who would decide if my performance was deemed worthy enough of payment.

Raising my chin in defiance, my eyes meet those of the pompous greed demon of the Ahgase Seven. Lim Jaebeom lounges on a provisional throne flanked by his six brothers. Their combined beauty is ethereal but leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

How is it that creatures so prone to evil can be so lovely to look at?

After glancing briefly at each brother, I finally make eye contact with Jackson Wang, the Ahgase’s pride demon. He inclines his head with a satisfied smirk, simultaneously permitting my payment and ordering my swift dismissal.

The callous disregard of my efforts never fails to ignite a familiar burn of fury within me. I fight to the death to earn a week’s worth of food and shelter, and all I get is a fucking nod in response? Complete and utter bullshit if you ask me.

My teeth grind together as I give the slightest and stiffest bow possible in the Ahgase Seven’s general vicinity and stalk out of the Pit. Reminding myself that I actively choose this fate never really helps, given that the alternatives are equally as shit – if not more-so.

Basically, since the planet lost three-fourths of its population in the Reaping, the old capitalistic way of the world is no longer. Now, the main ways to survive deal with what you have to offer as a resource – your body, your skill, your labor, your loyalty. I choose to fight because, for me, it’s the soundest option.

My prior life had been sketchy at best. I had taught Krav Maga, a form of aggressive self-defense and reflexive fighting, to teens and young adults. I also had used Krav Maga (and other more nefarious methods) on abusive parents or guardians, bullies, or romantic partners - the very reasons my students came to my classes.

My resulting ambiguously gray background probably had influenced heaven and hell’s decisions to leave me behind. Still, killing hadn’t come easy for me in the beginning, but now it seems like second nature. In this new era, there are no rules, no moral codes, no winners, no losers. There are only survivors.

And I’ll be damned if I am not one of them.

Last year, the Reaping left us all in chaos and confusion. The supernatural had become natural. Heaven took those deemed worthy and let Hell deal with the rest. But, as it turns out, Hell was just as picky.

For a few days, demons ruthlessly reaped millions of humans and dragged them below the earth. And then the reaping stopped. The humans that remained were left with burned cities, abandoned homes and a complete absence of law. They were a ruthless bunch with questionable backgrounds and ambiguous morals. It honestly made sense that they were left behind – myself included.

The short period after the Reaping brought with it a general mayhem which resulted in looting, fires, and general destruction. The remainder of society was bare-boned, with only the richest areas having luxuries like running water and electricity. I referred to this time period – the lull before the demon Sevens took over – as the pseudo-Hunger Games. I legit had to pull a full Katniss Everdeen in order to stay alive during those two weeks.

Then, finally, the demons rose again.

The demons that rose were power-hungry and desperate to prove themselves worthy to rule over the New Earth. They looked human until you got too close and felt the negative energy that emanated from them. It's almost a built-in warning for those lower on the metaphorical food-chain not to get close to a source of potential harm.

By possessing a demon of each sin category, Sevens were able to bond together and max out their powers. Often, Sevens took on courts and consorts to siphon additional power, but my intel on demons was mostly built on speculation and rumors. The general consensus seemed to be that humans joined demon factions because of the promise of protection, food, and other resources. However, no one usually survived leaving a faction led by a Seven once they had declared fealty.

I vowed to never willingly enter into a Seven’s territory. My freedom and independence were the only things I had left to hold onto. And that was how I ended up in my current situation as a fighter in the Pit, the rough, man-made arena where fighters battle to the death for winnings while the audience bets furiously on their selected victor. No one had bet on me at first, but they learned quickly.

The Pit’s existence sprung out of desperation for distraction. Humans and demons alike needed some form of entertainment away from the monotony and death embedded within everyday life. Located within the Neutral Zone, the Pit provided humans the ability to earn a living and to make a name for themselves. Those that fought in the Pit were only lower on the human totem pole to the Pit Master and to the merchants in the Neutral Zone. Below the fighters were the scavengers, the workers, the peasants, and the lost.

Marching towards the exit gate, I nod to the next competitor to enter the arena – it might be the last I’d see of them. Pit Master Agra greets me as I step through the gate’s threshold and finally out of the public eye.

“Good work,” she forces a smile that only looks like she’s in pain, “But, next time make sure there’s more blood.”

I say nothing.

Agra takes my silence as acceptance and jerks her head at the empty hallway, indicating my second dismissal of the day. “You have one week until your next fight,” she predictably calls as I make my way down the tunnel towards my makeshift room located in the fighters’ dorms.

I wave a hand carelessly behind me in a sign of recognition. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to challenge her in the Pit.

Pausing outside my room, I struggle to unhook my necklace that held my key. The blood on my fingers still has not fully dried, and I grow increasingly frustrated. I just want to bathe, goddamnit.

“Allow me,” a deep voice purrs from behind me. I shudder as two hands suddenly brush my own away from their hold on the necklace. Warm fingers brush the nape of my neck as the sound of a slight inhale meets my ears.

Fuck, I hope this person isn’t smelling me because I am almost certain the combination of sweat and dried blood is extremely unpleasant.

“There,” the voice rasps, “All done.”

My necklace is gone from my neck, and I turn to retrieve it from whoever just assisted me.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, taking in the demon before me. His teal hair is wild and reminiscent of a blue flame. His black eyes are large and slanted, fixed on me with a peculiar expression I just cannot place. His clothes are expensive. I peer closer, inspecting the intricate details on his patterned top. Was that Versace?

In this economy?

His arm extends to mine. My necklace dangles from one finger carelessly. “Here, mì shaìà (my pet).”

“My name is (y/n),” I grab the necklace and shudder when our fingers brush for a split second, “Not Mishaeya.”

The demon smiles. It’s large and boxy and completely predatory. “(Y/n). Mì shaìà. It doesn’t make a difference.”

Am I missing something?

“Listen, demon-dude, I just killed someone like five minutes ago. Can you stop being cryptic and just tell me why you’re lurking outside my room?”

“Ah, yes,” he stalks closer to me. My back hits the door to my room. He licks his lips, “I was watching you. You are quite the fighter, little one.”

“Little?” I glance down at my thick and well-muscled self, “Mhm, okay.”

“Are you not scared of me, mì shaìà?” His hand cups my chin, thumb darting out to wipe some blood from the shallow cut across my cheek.

“Should I be?” I front like my heart isn’t beating out of my chest.

“Yes,” he smiles before sucking the droplets of my blood from his thumb. “Surely someone as exquisite as you should need protecting. I’m surprised no one owns you yet, (y/n).”

My back straightens, “No one owns me. No one ever will.”

The demon’s head tilts as he silently studies me for a few moments. He looks like he almost wants to say something before he steps back and bows. “Sleep well, mì shaìà. I will be seeing you again.”

I gape as he walks away from me. A thought strikes me. “Hey!” I call after him, “What’s your name?”

He answers without looking back or breaking his stride, “V.”

a/n: i made up Deìthi, the language that the demons use in this story. i will keep a running list of translations at the bottom of each chapter as well as putting initial translations in parentheses following the first usage of the word.

Deìthi (The Language of Demons) Translation List:

Mì shaìà - My pet

#bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #kwritersworldnet #bangtanarmynet #btswritingcafe #btsbookclub #180knet #hyunglinenetwork #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts au

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my-one-true-l · 5 years ago

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Hei. I have a question for ya. How would the wammys boys act if their love would say to them she's pregnant, and how would she say it? I would love if you write a microfic about that. :) Have a nice day!

Hello Dear Anon! I hope you have a nice day as well! ��

Under a cut because Wall of Text.

L stared at his computer, the light from the monitor giving his pale skin a bluish tinge. Concentration froze him in stillness as he took in the information on the screen until her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” She whispered softly to him.

L tipped his head slightly to the side, but never looked away from the screen. “Of course. What is it?”

“Umm, I kind of need your attention.”

“And you have it. I’m perfectly capable of listening to you while I continue to investigate.”

She spun his chair until he was facing her. “There. That’s better.”

L scrunched one eyebrow. “Is something wrong? You’re usually not so insistent on having my undivided attenti-“

“I’m pregnant.” The words inelegantly blurted from her mouth and painted L in shock and confusion.

“You…You’re…are you sure? That’s an idiotic question. Of course you’re sure.” He cast his eyes to his hands that were perched on his knees.

“I know we never planned on having a child, but,” She paused and placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head towards her. He raised his eyes to meet hers. “I think we’ll make a nice little family.”

A slight smile came to his lips at the thought of having a child of his own. “Yes, I have no doubt we will.”

~*~*~*~*

“Mello! Come here. I have a present for you. Well, actually two.” She called from the living room as she sat down on the couch.

“A present? What is it? You know I’m not thrilled about surprises.” He furrowed his brow, but his smile betrayed his curiosity.

“Oh will you just sit down?” She laughed and set a jar of Hershey Kisses on the coffee table, each one wrapped in a pink or blue wrapper.

He plopped down next to her and picked up the repurposed pickle jar. “I love it, but why are they all pink and…Holy shi—are you?”

“Yup. 8 weeks. I thought something was wrong so I went to the doctor’s today.” She smiled and gently rested her hand on his knee. “Are you happy?”

“A kid of our own? Yeah, I’m excited. We always said we wanted to have a family together.” He pulled her into his arms and laughed for only a moment before his seriousness took over. “I promise, starting now, I go legit with the detective work. No more dangerous shit. I got more important things to worry about now than beating Near. Besides, one thing’s for sure. I’ll make a way better dad than he ever would.”

~*~*~*~*

“Near, where are the puppets you made of us?” she asked casually as she walked into the room.

“They’re right here. Why? What do you need them for?” Suspicion coated his words as he took out the two small figures he had made to represent his Love and himself.

“Here. I have something for you to keep with them.” She handed him a tiny hand-painted figurine of a baby.

He looked confused at her gift. “Why would they need a baby?”

“They represent us, correct?”

“Yes.” He quickly answered.

“Then they’re going to be parents. Like we are.”

“You’re having a baby?”

“No, Nate. We’re having a baby.” She giggled at him.

“Oh. I see.” He took the small doll from her and set it between the other two figurines before getting up and going over to his crafting box.

“What are you doing?” She asked quizzically.

“It’s going to need something to sleep in or it may get lost. It’s so small.” He took out his paints and set them up in order of the color spectrum. “I need a moment, but when I’m done here, we will choose what room will be our baby’s nursery.”

~*~*~*~*

Matt sat in the driver’s seat and looked at the door of the old insurance building, patiently waiting for his love to get out of work. He was early as usual, so he flipped through the radio stations until a soft tapping against the passenger side window caught his attention. With a smile and a wave, she pointed at the lock and Matt leaned over to let her in.

“Sorry, I thought I had unlocked it,” he said, a slight blush across his cheeks let her know he felt stupid.

“It’s ok,” she giggled and slid into the seat next to him. “I’m just glad to be the hell out of there.”

“I bet.” With one hand, Matt pulled a cigarette from the pack and reached for his lighter.

Before he could light it, she pinched it in between her fingers and took it from his mouth. “I think we need to talk.”

“Oh, babe, you want me to try to quit again, don’t you? I haven’t been able to kick it yet, but I will try again. I’ll start tomorrow. Let me get my head around it. It’s going to be a big change.” Once again he reached for the half-smoked pack.

“Matt, yeah, I want you to quit, but…You can’t smoke with me in the car anymore.”

“I’m sorry. It’s never bothered you before. I will roll down my window.”

“Matt, I’m pregnant.”

The unlit cigarette fell from his gapping lips and landed in his lap. “You’re what?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Matt put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb in and headed in the opposite direction of his place.

“Where are we going?” She asked as she set her hand on his shoulder. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, we’re going to the drugstore. You need a test and I need patches and some nicotine gum.”

~*~*~*~*

Beyond sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea from his favorite chipped mug. He was overly invested in the crossword puzzle that appeared in the Sunday paper when his Love came in and sat down in the empty chair next to him.

“I have a puzzle for you.” She said and slid a hand drawn crossword towards him.

“What’s this?” He frowned at the 2 clues scrawled across the flower bordered stationery.

“You always love these. I thought I would make a special one just for you.”

He read the first clue.

“Hmm…an unborn human, 4 letters,” he said as he jotted the word “baby” in the uneven squares.

“Yup,” she smiled at him slyly. “Keep going.”

“Alright…’You’re going to be a’ (not mother).” He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. “What are you trying to say with this?”

“I’m going to have a baby. You’re going to be a daddy.”

Beyond dropped his stare to her stomach, piercing blue eyes trying their damnedest to look at the being growing inside her. “My ‘gift’, as you call it, is worthless to me unless I can see the child.”

“Could you see them with an ultrasound?”

“I’m not sure. I have no idea what the lifespan of someone that isn’t born yet will look like.” He placed his hands on each side of her abdomen.

She gently caressed is face. “I’ll schedule one first thing in the morning, I promise.”

He nodded as terror washed over his face. “I wonder if they’ll have my eyes?”

#L Lawliet #Beyond Birthday #Mail Jeevas #Mihael Keehl #Nate River #Death Note #Ask #Answered #Anonymous'#Request

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just-jordie-things · 5 years ago

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Life Of The Party - Peter Parker

word count: 6579 warnings: swearing, and an almost broken hand summary: (y/n) Stark and Peter Parker are best friends, but he keeps his life at the Avengers Compound and his life at Midtown High separate. Very separate. Until (y/n) convinces him to bring her to a party.

“So how come I haven’t got to meet any of your friends?” (y/n) asked nonchalantly as she took one of the chinese takeout boxes from the lab table.

“Because” Peter replied lamely, too focused on tinkering with his suit.

(y/n) rolled her eyes, knowing he was full of shit.

Being Tony’s daughter, she was homeschooled by the best tutors, until she was old enough to teach herself, and she technically graduated last year. However, it also meant that the only glimpse into the real world of high school she got, was through the things that Peter would tell her about his experiences at Midtown.

“Come on,” (y/n) pleaded, mouth full of noodles. “You could at least bring Ned around here again”

“No way,” Peter chuckled, and took one of the various boxes of food on the table. “I bring him one time and he passes out as soon as you and Tony walk into the room”

(y/n) smiled fondly at the memory. She’d loved getting to meet Ned, Peter talks so much about him, she had squealed with delight as soon as she’d seen him in the common room with Peter. Ned, however, collapsed and blacked out.

“I thought it was kinda sweet,” (y/n) shrugged, picking past the vegetables in her carton. “I was flattered to have someone pass out over seeing me”

Peter gave her a bored look, and she giggled, bashfully staring down at her food.

Since Peter Parker had become a recruit a year ago, him and (y/n) Stark had gotten along very well. She’d call him her best friend, but he was also one of the few people her age she actually knew. She was allowed to leave the compound as she pleased, but most of her time was spent holed up at the tower. In the lab, in the training room, hanging out with the other Avengers, she enjoyed it there.

Since befriending Peter, however, a switch seemed to have gone off, and she suddenly was much more curious about regular teenagers. He made her wish that she’d gone to a normal school, made normal friends, and wasn’t raised in a celebrity lifestyle.

“You think your friends wouldn’t like me?” (y/n) asked, half sarcastically. “I find myself to be charming, funny. I think your friends would think so as well”

“Of course they’d like you,” Peter said. “You’re my age and you’re more popular than the Kardashians-”

“Never compare me to them again” (y/n) commented, pointing a threatening chopstick towards him. Peter put his hands up in apology.

“And,” He continued. “You’re pretty and wicked smart. I think if my friends knew that I was actually friends with you, then they’d kill me to get to meet you. And I mean legit kill me”

(y/n) giggled, and cocked her head to the side as she watched him ramble.

“You think I’m pretty and smart?” She teased, and Peter knew she was messing with him, but he could feel his neck and cheeks heat up anyways. “Where’s my ring?”

“Yeah yeah, shut up” He muttered while she laughed so hard she nearly choked on her lo mein.

“Then at the very least, you could let me come be your wingman,” She said, and Peter furrowed his brows, looking both confused and repulsed by the offer. “What?” She asked innocently. “I’d be great help, and I figure you, yaknow, need the help”

“You’re ridiculous- I-I don’t need a wingman, (y/n)” Peter said, leaning back in his seat across from her and picking around in his takeout box with his chopsticks.

“Mhm. Sure” She replied disbelievingly.

“(y/n), come on,” Peter chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to convince you to let me meet your friends for once,” (y/n) pleaded. “I’ve met Ned, I know you have other friends, and it’s high school, isn’t someone throwing a party every other weekend? Let me come with you”

“You think I go to parties?” Peter snorted, and she giggled at the sound, shaking her head a little.

“You don’t want to go to a party with me?” (y/n) asked, quirking a brow, and Peter groaned at how easy she could manipulate his words. He swore she got it directly from Tony.

“It’s not you-”

“Sounds like it is,” She said, feigning a hurt expression. “I’m about to start taking this personally, Parker”

Peter gave her a half hearted glare, but it was hard to hold when she was returning the look so adorably. Brows furrowed and bottom lip stuck out in a pout, she was the cutest.

“You really want to go to a party?” Peter asked defeatedly. Despite his let down tone, (y/n) lit up and excitedly nodded. “Fine… I’ll see if there’s anything going this weekend” He muttered.

(y/n) grinned, getting up from her seat and leaning over the table to hug Peter excitedly. Still holding his food and chopsticks, he wasn’t able to hug her back, but she barely gave him the chance as she pulled away.

“You’re the best!”

“You manipulated me” He replied, stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth.

(y/n) beamed at him anyways, before going back to tinkering on his suit with him.

“I’m great at small talk too. ‘Hey, I'm seventeen year old billionaire, and my dad’s Iron Man, care for a drink?’”

They laughed together as they finished dinner and his upgrade. ___

“And then I told her I’d take her to a party” Peter grumbled.

“That’s great!” Ned exclaimed, before seeing the wince on Peter’s face. “Or… not?”

Peter pushed his lunch tray away from him, before dropping his head in his hand and groaned frustratedly.

“Dude! Bringing (y/n) to Flash’s party this weekend would be awesome, why are you all grumpy?”

“Because, being friends with (y/n) is like…” Peter sighed as he moved his hands around trying to figure out the right words. “It’s like my secret”

“No, Spider-Man is your secret,” Ned chuckled. “Being friends with (y/n) is your one way ticket to people not messing with you anymore”

Peter shook his head, mumbling something that Ned couldn’t hear.

“What?”

“I said shedoesn’treallyknowaboutthtat” He muttered in one mess of slurred words, and Ned furrowed his brows, still unsure of what his friend was saying.

“Peter I can’t hear-”

“She doesn’t know about that!” Peter said a bit too loudly, and earning a few pissed off looks from his peers at other tables. “I didn’t tell her that stuff” He said quieter.

“You didn’t tell her… that everyone hates you?”

“Dude,” Peter mumbled. “Not cool”

“Okay maybe not everyone, but does she think you’re popular? How did you even manage to convince her-”

“No she doesn’t think that,” Peter rolled his eyes. “She thinks I’m just a normal guy with a couple friends,” He shrugged. “It would’ve been weird to tell her about-”

“Flash” Ned and Peter muttered at the same time.

“It’s embarrassing,” Peter sighed. “It’s not like I want to hide it from her, I just… I didn’t want her to think I’m… lame”

“Peter, (y/n) thinks you’re the coolest,” Ned chuckled. “You should bring her to the party. Flash is throwing one this weekend, and as much as he hates our guts, if (y/n) Stark came with us…”

“What if after she sees what it’s really like… what I’m really like… she doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore?”

“I really doubt that’ll happen Peter,” Ned said, and just then the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunchtime period. The boys gathered their things, and threw out their trays on their way out of the cafeteria. “Pretty sure that no matter what, she’s still gonna like you Peter. You’re overthinking for nothing”

Peter shrugged limply, grasping the straps of his backpack tightly while weighing the pros and cons of bringing (y/n) to one of Flash Thompson’s parties.

“You could always tell her about it before you go” Ned suggested, before heading off to his own class.

Peter shook his head, unsure of what he should do. ___

(y/n) was tinkering around with her father’s suit, which was normal for her, and he had yet to find out about it. She had a knack for adding more protective protocols to it’s tech, but she was too nervous to come clean about her work with her father. He didn’t like other people messing with his things.

Realistically, he probably wouldn’t mind. She was only looking out for him, trying to add the years back onto his life that he’d been losing on every mission.

“You look like you could use a smoothie,” A voice called, and (y/n) looked up to see Natasha Romanoff walking into the lab, kicking the glass doors shut behind her. There was a smoothie in each of her hands. “Luckily, I brought you one”

(y/n) chuckled as Natasha held both glasses out, letting her choose which flavor she wanted.

“Thanks, Nat” (y/n) said sweetly before taking a drink.

“So,” Natasha sighed, and pulled up a stool across from the table (y/n) was working at, plopping down and drinking her smoothie while watching (y/n) tinker with the Iron Man suit. “What’s this I hear about you going to a party?” The question was asked innocently, but Natasha smirked and arched a knowing brow. “With Parker?” She added slowly.

(y/n) laughed bashfully, shaking her head.

“Maybe, we’ll see,” She answered, pulling her goggles over her eyes as she saudred the chest plate back in place. “Peter said he’d see if there are any this weekend”

“He’s really taking you, huh?” Natasha hummed, smirk still carved onto her face. “Wow”

“I really hope so, it sounds so fun, and I’ll get to meet his friends” (y/n) beamed, quickly and easily reprogramming Friday to cooperate with the new Dad Armour protocol.

(y/n) was pretty proud of the names she’d come up with for every upgrade she secretly made.

“I can’t wrap my head around you wanting to meet Peter’s friends,” The assassin across from her chuckled, and took a sip of her smoothie. “He’s a band geek who goes to a school made for geeks”

(y/n) shrugged a shoulder, before ordering Friday to put her father’s suit back in it’s case. It’s autopilot sent it there right away, and (y/n) pulled the goggles off her face.

“I think it’s cute,” She said, smiling as she drank from her smoothie. She had the confidence of her father, but the bashful parts of her mother shone through in the blush on her cheeks. “And I barely get to see Peter outside of the facility”

“Mm… so it’s a date then?”

“What?” (y/n) whipped her head up to stare at Natasha in surprise, while the woman just laughed and set her drink on the table. “No, of course not, we’re just-”

“You’re just friends, yeah yeah, heard that a thousand times, you’re hardly the first ‘friend’ in denial about her real feelings” Natasha waved a dismissive hand. “Why do you want to go in the first place?”

“Because I want to hang out with Peter and meet his friends,” (y/n) shrugged. “And I want to see what a high school’s party like. Does everyone usually get as drunk as they do in the movies?”

Natasha laughed, shaking her head and making (y/n) giggle as well.

“You’re no stranger to alcohol, I remember the Christmas party” She teased. (y/n) shrugged, and stared down at her smoothie as she spoke.

“I just want to spend more time with him,” She said softly. “Get to know him better, you know? I could tell you every single mission he’s been on and every night of patrol he’s done, but I want to know Peter, not Spider-Man”

“You’re a sap, Stark,” Natasha said, and raised her glass so that (y/n) would clink her own against it. “Hopefully you figure your shit out. Peter’s head over onesie for you”

Although her face went red at the comment, (y/n) shook her head as though convincing herself Natasha was just teasing.

“It’s not a onesie,” (y/n) replied, deciding to ignore the comment altogether and change the subject. “It’s actually-”

“I actually don’t care,” Natasha said bluntly. “I just wanted to scope out where you and Peter stand. You know, relationship wise”

“Nat-” (y/n) sighed, only to be cut off.

“You two are too cute to just be friends,” Natasha said, going back to sipping on her smoothie. “No reason why you can’t figure it out”

“Lots of reasons, actually,” (y/n) said defeatedly. “Number one being my dad would never be okay with it. I’m his daughter, and Peter is his prodige. And my dad is…”

“Crazy?”

“No-”

“...bat shit crazy?”

“I was going to say protective,” (y/n) said, giving Natasha a pointed glare. The ex-assassin just shrugged and took a drink of her smoothie. “And besides, we’ve been friends for a year and… nothing’s happened. Don’t you think if he liked me, he would’ve made a move by now?”

“No,” Natasha snotred. “Of course not, this is Peter we’re talking about, he’s probably too nervous or embarrassed”

(y/n) gave her a half smile, and stared back down at her drink.

“And I bet Tony would be fine with it because he knows Peter so well, he trusts him”

“I don’t know…” (y/n) thought about how her dad might react. The idea of dating Peter wasn’t all that foreign, it had definitely crossed her mind once or twice or a thousand times.

Her phone went off on the table, and she eagerly picked it up seeing a notification from Peter.

[ spidey-petey ] : party on friday at 6, you still in?

“That Peter?” Natasha asked, already knowing it was from the smile on (y/n’s) face.

“Yeah,” (y/n) answered, typing back her reply. “We’re going to the party on friday”

[ little starky ] : definitely still in!!

“So the date is set,” Natasha winked as she stood up from her stool. Before (y/n) could protest, the woman was waving and heading back out of the lab. “Let me know when you need help picking out an outfit” She called, and shut the door behind her.

“It’s not a date” (y/n) muttered to herself as she began to clean up her work area.

[ spidey-petey ] : okie dokie then, i’ll pick you up at 5:30ish?

She smiled to herself as she sent back a thumbs up.

Alright, so maybe she harbored a few more than platonic feelings for the boy. ___

“Where the hell are you going?”

Tony’s voice was more than confused as he watched his daughter walk past him in the common room, wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a black tanktop that had Nat written all over it.

“To a party,” She told him, pulling out her phone to check the time. 5:30. “With Peter. I told you about it, remember?”

Tony’s brows furrowed as he stared at his daughter.

“I honestly thought that was a joke”

(y/n) gave him a playful glare, but Tony just shrugged.

“So… is this a date? Should I be giving him a talk-?”

“Oh my god, Dad, no,” (y/n) laughed, shaking her head. “It’s not like that at all. I just wanted to hangout somewhere that wasn’t the lab or a literal battle field”

“Mhm,” Tony hummed unsurely, narrowing his eyes at her. “When will you be home?”

“Don’t know, does it matter?” She asked.

Tony had never set a curfew for her before, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to sneak into the compound at one in the morning after a ‘I Can’t Sleep’ patrol.

Tony grimaced at the question, and (y/n) smirked back at him knowing she’d caught him in an awkward spot. He could either admit that he didn’t want her to go out with Peter Parker, of all people tonight, or he could say he didn’t mind how late she stayed out and blindly let her go to an unknown party, with a boy.

“Maybe,” Tony answered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who else is gonna be there?”

“Ned, and Peter’s friends from school,” (y/n) told him, suddenly lighting up like a christmas tree. “He’s finally letting me go meet them, and-”

“Mr Stark, Peter Parker is in the lobby, should I let him in?” Tony’s receptionist said through the comms, and before Tony could speak up, (y/n) slammed her hand on the button to reply.

“I’m coming down, Joan!” She said excitedly, and was running out of the room, forcing Tony to have to run after her to the lobby.

Peter had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his khakis, looking a little nervous like he always did, but he smiled when (y/n) ran in and gave him a big smile.

“Pete!” She squealed, shoving her phone into her pocket as she hugged him quickly. “I’m so excited-”

“Hold on, hold on!” Tony jogged into the room, pointing a finger between the two and giving Peter a look that made him instantly step away from (y/n) a bit. “There will be rules”

“Dad-” (y/n) groaned, but Tony didn’t let her finish.

“Rule one, Happy is driving you tonight” Tony started.

Happy groaned from where he stood at Joan’s desk, rolling his eyes, but other than that not outwardly complaining.

“Rule two, if you come home drunk,” Tony said, pointing at his daughter. “I reserve the right to kill you” His finger moved to Peter, who nodded and shrugged.

That was pretty much expected.

“And rule three, no funny business. I mean it” He threatened, and Peter’s cheeks went pink with embarrassment.

“Got it, Dad, thanks,” (y/n) said with annoyance in her tone. Tony could be… a bit over the top. “I’ll keep in touch” She said, grabbing Peter’s wrist and dragging him with her to the door.

Happy looked at the two teenagers that were walking out to his car, before giving Tony a very, very tired look.

“You’re really letting her go, huh?” He asked, and Tony narrowed his eyes, looking out the large panel windows to see (y/n) and Peter talking excitedly. Well, (y/n) looked excited, Peter looked like an anxious wreck.

“She can take care of herself,” Tony said. “It’s Peter I shouldn’t be letting go”

Tony wasn’t blind, he knew that Peter had heart eyes for his daughter. And if he didn’t trust them both so much, he probably wouldn’t have let them go. A little (long) talk with Natasha had also helped him to be more open to the idea.

“You think it’s gonna go bad?” Happy asked, fumbling for his keys in his pocket. “I think she’s gonna ruin him”

“I think she might already have” Tony said, watching skeptically as (y/n) was waving around her hands trying to get her father’s and Happy’s attention so that they could get going. Peter was smiling at her antics, and he was probably blushing too. Eventually (y/n) resorted to flipping off the men inside, and suddenly Peter was looking away and pretending he hadn’t seen it.

Happy gave Tony a look that just screamed, ‘teenagers. The worst’ before heading outside, much to (y/n’s) delight.

“Your old age is starting to slow you down, Hogan” She teased.

“You take years off my life, Stark” He muttered back. ___

“Wow…” (y/n’s) eyes were wide as Happy pulled up in front of the house of the party.

She could hear the music inside from the car, and the place seemed to be overflowing with people. Students with red cups and bottles of soda and beer in hand all throughout the front yard. Some of them were dancing, some of them were making out, but most were just mingling and having a good ol’ drunk time.

“Jesus Christ this is my nightmare,” Happy grumbled, putting the car in park and turning in his seat to look at Peter and (y/n). “If something happens and you need to be picked up-”

“I’ll call you” (y/n) answered with a sweet smile.

Happy was like that cool uncle that was mean and swore he hated kids, but loved you unconditionally and would do anything to keep you safe and happy. He always looked out for (y/n), while she was growing up, he was family.

He supposed he could extend that care towards Peter.

“Alright kid. Be safe”

“Will do!” (y/n) said, before excitedly getting out of the car, pretty much jumping out. She would’ve run straight inside if she hadn’t been too nervous to go in without Peter.

The boy followed after her, and shut the car door. Happy drove off right away, not wanting to watch all the wide eyes and shocked expressions that Peter and (y/n) were about to get.

“You’re the best!” (y/n) told him, giving him a short lasting side hug as they headed inside.

“Yeah… well…” He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Let’s just go find Ned” He suggested, and (y/n) agreed delightedly.

She wasn’t blind to the looks that she was getting. It was obvious that everyone knew who she was. There were a few whispers, a few awkward waves, but so far no one had said an actual word to her.

“Peter! (y/n)!” Ned said excitedly, eyes lighting up when he saw that he’d brought her. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come!”

“Hi Ned!” (y/n) greeted, a beam on her face as she hugged him graciously.

Behind her back, Ned excitedly mouthed ‘you brought her!’ to Peter, earning an eye roll before (y/n) pulled away.

“It’s so good to see you!” She said, squeezing his shoulders. “It’s been forever! Cool hat”

“Thanks, it gives me confidence,” Ned shrugged sheepishly, and (y/n) giggled. “And I’ve been telling Peter that we should hang out more” He added, earning a quick glare from Peter before (y/n) put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I told him that too,” She said, and gave Ned a playful smile. “It turns out he doesn’t like hanging out with me”

“That’s not-” Just as he was about to refute it, she was smiling and laughing at him, and he could tell he was joking.

“Jeez Pete,” She teased, poking his arm. “Lighten up, it’s a party”

He gave her a tentative smile, and pulled his hands out of his pockets to cross his arms over his chest. Being in Flash Thompson’s house always gave him the same uneasy feeling. A reminder why he didn’t go to his parties. And speaking of reminders-

“Well well well!” A loud voice yelled over the music, and their three heads turned to see Flash at his makeshift DJ table, microphone in hand. “Penis Parker wasn’t lying about his Stark Internship after all!”

“What the hell did he just say?” (y/n) muttered to Peter, but he looked away from her narrowed eyes and crossed his arms tighter.

“And Penis brought a girl!” Flash went on, grinning madly and pointing to (y/n). “Not just any girl, (y/n) Stark!”

The few people that weren’t high out of their minds or blackout drunk turned heads excitedly to see the famed daughter of Tony Stark standing there. It was clear that the didn’t understand what she was doing with Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. (y/n’s) bashful look turned to disgust when she realized they were murmuring about what she was doing with them.

Flash set his microphone down, rubbing his hands together eagerly as he made his way over to them.

“Wow! The real (y/n) Stark huh?” He said, looking between her and Peter.

“In the flesh,” (y/n) answered, narrowing her eyes skeptically at the greasy haired boy in front of her. “And you’re…?”

“Flash Thompson,” He held his hand out to shake hers, and she politely did so, as much as her gut told her not to touch this guy. “It’s a pleasure”

(y/n) hummed, pursing her lips as her eyes scanned him up and down.

Ned and Peter caught this glance, and already knew that Flash irked her.

“So, you must know Penis from his internship?” Flash said, a sly smirk on his face as his eyes wandered to where Peter was standing, just a bit behind her.

(y/n) looked over her shoulder at Peter, a similar smirk on her face as she winked at him. And before he could silently beg her not to, she was already looking back to Flash, and putting his hand in a death grip.

He winced before trying to cover his pain with a smug look.

“Did you call Peter, Penis?” She asked him, voice dropping an octave from it’s usual sweet tone to something more threatening.

Peter recognized it as her field voice, the way she’d usually talk when in her suit and fighting criminals. Never before had he heard her use it without a mask.

“W-well- well-”

“Look, Flash Thompson, I could break your hand right now if I wanted to,” She squeezed tighter and he let out a whimper. “But of course I won’t, because I’m nice like that” She gave him a tauntingly cute smile, and he nodded anxiously, visibly gulping from her tight grip on his hand.

“O-okay” He whimpered out.

“But you’ll apologize to Peter, right?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “You know, that way I don’t have to break your hand and then later send my friend, you might know her, she goes by the name Black Widow? To shove that lame microphone up your-”

“Okay okay I’m sorry! I’m sorry Peter” Flash said, eyes wide as he started to yank his hand away from (y/n’s) death grip.

“Uh- it’s- it’s fine” Peter mumbled, placing a hand on (y/n’s) shoulder and making her step back, and release Flash’s hand.

The boy sighed in relief, holding his now bruised hand in his free one, and giving Peter Ned and (y/n) a fearful smile.

“Nice to meet you” (y/n) said sickeningly sweetly, and waved her fingers at him as he hastily made his way back to his DJ table.

“Holy shit that was so badass, I almost cried” Ned said, and (y/n) giggled shrugging her shoulders.

“Seems like a prick” She said simply. She gave Peter a look, and he knew that she would bring it up again later to him.

“He is!” Ned replied.

“How about we get drinks?” Peter suggested, desperate to get out of the pool of tension he was drowning in.

The three made their way to the kitchen, and while Peter and Ned grabbed beers, (y/n) took a can of soda.

“Don’t you have life… a chauffeur?” Ned asked, and (y/n) shrugged as she pushed the tab through the can to open it.

“Yeah, but I don’t drink around big groups of people anymore” She said, and Peter chuckled.

“Because of the christmas party?” He asked, and she nodded, giggling with him, but was blushing from the memory.

“Wow… the Avengers have christmas parties?” Ned asked excitedly. “That’s awesome…”

“Yeah, (y/n) got so wasted at this years, that she-”

“Peter!” (y/n) hissed before he could spill the secret.

“Aw come on, tell me!” Ned pleaded.

Peter looked to (y/n) hopefully, and gave her his best puppy dog eyes.

She was a sucker.

“Fine. Tell him”

The next few hours were spent telling dumb stories about what it’s like at the compound, and (y/n) got to know Ned a lot better. Peter loosened up and started enjoying himself more, and (y/n) got to enjoy a night as a real teenager, not as Tony Stark’s daughter.

They had been standing in a hall, a bit more secluded from the rest of the raging party. It had gotten to that point in the night where if you weren’t blackout drunk, you’d already blacked out, or you’d gone home.

Ned had left the hall to wait in the long and-getting-longer-by-the-minute line for the bathroom, leaving (y/n) and Peter up against opposite walls, sipping their drinks and listening to the distant pop music playing in the living room.

“So…” (y/n) hummed, circling her soda around in her can. “Why didn’t you tell me about that Flash guy?”

She didn’t seem upset, like Peter had expected. He’d been waiting for the blow of her angry voice when she’d realized he’d been lying to her. Instead, she sounded hurt, and confused. Which felt worse.

“Because… it’s lame,” Peter said, shaking his head and staring down at his half empty bottle of beer. It was his second one, and every time he took a drink of it he remembered why he hated beer.

Her brows knit together as she waited for him to continue, because that was not enough of an explanation for her.

“I didn’t want to tell you that people at school pick on me, (y/n), do you know how embarrassing that would have been?”

“What-?” She still seemed confused, and leaned off of the wall to stand a little closer to him, trying to hear and understand him better.

“I wasn’t going to tell you, (y/n) friggin’ Stark that I get made fun of all the time, that people call me Penis Parker- god this sounds ridiculous even now”

(y/n) shook her head at him. “What, you think cause of my dad that I’m so shallow I wouldn’t like you?” She asked, trying not to sound as offended as she felt. “Peter, you know me better than anyone, you know that I don’t care-”

“It’s not like that” Peter sighed, and her irritated expression fell to a softer one.

Someone brushed past them in the hall, and (y/n) stepped forward closer to Peter so that they wouldn’t rudely walk in between them.

“What’s it like then?” She asked quietly, peering up at him from under her lashes.

“I didn’t want you to think I was as… well as lame as everybody else thinks I am,” Peter said, arm gesturing out towards the living room. “I just… you genuinely liked me without knowing all that stuff and I didn’t want you to see- well, that and realize that I am not as cool as you somehow think I am”

(y/n) felt her heart break into two, brows drawn together as she looked at him sadly.

“And by the way, it was only partially because you’re a Stark. You were already so cool to me before I even met you and then after meeting you, you were even cooler, and I couldn’t believe someone like you would ever want to hang out with me. You might be surprised, but I don’t get asked to parties that often. I don’t even know why you still want to be here after Flash made it clear that nobody likes me”

“Peter…” (y/n) sighed, and she swore she’d start crying if he kept talking about himself like that.

“The thing is, (y/n), is that it doesn’t matter that no one at Midtown likes me, or that my only real friend is Ned, because you liked me. And that was like- the seal of approval to me, that’s all that mattered,” He went on, and suddenly her broken heart was stitching back together at the sweet words. “I don’t know,” He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing with me,” He chuckled, and finally looked down at her, seeing her staring up at him with an adorably awestruck look on her face, like she was hanging onto every word he was saying. “You’re as cool as they come,” He told her, eyes flickering between hers as he tried desperately not to shy away from her gaze. “I mean, you’re a genius, you would’ve outshined at my school, and it’s for geniuses. You put Banner to shame, and he’s got seven PhDs. And you’re badass, and scary as hell when you’re out on the field, and I guess threatening bullies you’re scary too. I don’t know how you manage to pull that off because you’re the cutest littlest thing when you’re just being yourself, and yet you almost broke Flash’s hand tonight,”

(y/n) let out a broken giggle, not wanting him to stop talking the way he was, but she couldn’t help it. Her heart was swelling and she felt full. She had no idea that Peter had thought all of these things about her. Maybe Nat was right.

“And Jesus Christ you’re so goddamn pretty? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met- and probably will ever meet, I mean, realistically speaking- inside and out you’re just absolutely stunning,”

The young Stark’s breath hitched in her throat, and at this point she wondered if Peter even realized what he was saying, or if he was just rambling like he does when he gets too passionate about something. Either way, her stomach was doing backflips.

“You’re just this- this perfect being. But somehow there’s got to something that’s off about you because you’re still here, with me,” Peter chuckled humorlessly, eyes wide as he glanced around them, realizing they were the only two people in the hallway.

For a split second, he thought maybe they were the only two people in the world.

“And I just… I don’t know what the hell you’re still doing here, why you haven’t left yet-”

(y/n) cut him off before he could start talking poorly about himself again. Leaning up on her toes, her hands reached out and clutched at the collar of Peter’s blue sweater and pulling him downwards so that their lips would meet in the middle. She kissed him as passionately as he’d spoken, pouring every last feeling she’d harbored for him into it.

The kiss had startled Peter, he’d sooner expect her to call Happy and ditch him where he stood than to kiss him. But he wasn’t about to complain, so instead his hands firmly grasped her hips and pulled her flush against him. Capturing her lips in his own, he did his best to memorize every last detail of this moment. How her lips tasted like cherry cola, soft and sugary against his own. Her hands had his shirt in fists, like she would lose her balance if she wasn’t holding so tightly to him. She leaned in close against him legs in between his and chest pressed into his.

When they finally parted, she pulled back agonizingly slow, eyes fluttering open, and Peter swore they sparkled a little bit.

“Peter Parker,” She murmured softly, “Is the sweetest, prettiest, coolest boy that I know,” She told him, the both of them adorning rosy cheeks. She let go of his shirt to wrap her arms around his neck. “You’re such an idiot sometimes, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving”

Peter grinned down at her, his eyes crinkling as he took her face in his hands, tucking back her loose strands of hair.

“I like you a lot” He told her, and she leaned her cheek into his warm palm.

“I know,” She giggled, and he laughed with her until they were both just two idiots giggling in the hallway. “You gave me a whole speech- where did that come from?”

“The heart,” Peter teased, and she shook her head at him. “And also the two drinks I had” He added.

“Uh huh,” She hummed, leaning up so she could kiss him again. “That’s what I thought” She mumbled before her lips met his softly.

One of Peter’s hands slid into her hair, cradling the back of her head as their lips met delicately a few more times. He leaned back against the wall, lazily pulling her with him, and (y/n) giggled in between small and sweet kisses.

A year of sitting in the lab with this boy, a year of fighting side by side, how had she not kissed him sooner?

“Woah, hey guys,” Ned walked back into the hallway, only a tiny bit surprised to see (y/n) wrapped up in Peter’s arms and their lips locked. “What’d I miss?” He asked, laughing at himself while (y/n) and Peter pulled apart.

“Thanks, Ned” Peter groaned, but (y/n) smiled between the boy, swatting at Peter’s arm softly.

“So, what else is there to do at parties?” She asked, changing the subject. ___

After winning not one but three rounds of beer pong, ordering a shit ton of pizzas in Flash’s name, and dancing like no one else was around, they called it a night, and (y/n) called Happy to come get her and Peter.

They chilled outside on the curb, overheated and exhausted from the wild night they shared.

(y/n) pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned her head against Peter’s shoulder.

“Thanks for bringing me tonight,” She said sweetly. “It was a lot of fun”

He smiled down at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and tugging her closer against his side.

“I’m still trying to figure out if the best part was Flash puking up pizza and rum, or (y/n) almost breaking his hand,” Ned laughed, and (y/n) chuckled with an affectionate roll of her eyes. “Probably the hand thing, that’s the coolest thing I’ll ever see”

“You should really come by the facility more often,” (y/n) told him. “If you think that’s cool, you should really watch Steve work out”

Ned and (y/n) laughed while Peter nudged her side with his elbow. She gave him a teasing wink in response.

When Ned’s ride came, they both hugged him goodbye, and (y/n) made both Peter and Ned swear that he’d come by more often.

Peter and (y/n) sat together for a few more minutes before Happy pulled up. He didn’t look all too happy about picking up two teenagers in the middle of the night, but he politely let them pick the music and asked about their night, even sounding semi-interested.

The ride to Peter’s apartment complex was nice. They took turns making sarcastic remarks, and Peter’s hand held (y/n’s) the whole drive. Occasionally his thumb would tap against the back of her hand to the beat of the song.

When Happy pulled up outside of the building, Peter squeezed her hand before saying goodnight, and was already stepping out of the car when (y/n) pulled on his wrist so he’d lean back in through the door.

Happy turned to see what was up just as she’d leaned up to kiss Peter.

“Goodnight” She said sweetly when she pulled away, and Peter grinned back at her, his face pink as she shut the door and he headed up to the building.

As (y/n) got settled back in her seat, she caught sight of Happy gaping at her.

“I am not telling your Dad,” He told her before she could explain herself. “That one’s on you, got it?”

(y/n) giggled and nodded her head in agreement, knowing Happy did not need the extra talk that Tony.

“Alright, Hogan, I’ll tell him” She told him.

Tony would take it well, right?

We’ll see.

___

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songtoyou · 5 years ago

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Chapter Two: Never Enough

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to communicate with one another openly but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either is willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: PG with mild swearing

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,630

Author’s Note: I hoped those who ‘liked’ the previous chapter enjoys this one as well. I went back and made one little change in the first chapter. No longer is Raina a fan of the Seattle Mariners or Seattle Seahawks, but a Mets/Giants fan. Instead of having Raina grow up in Washington State, she grew up in New York on Long Island. It just made more sense location-wise for her to “closer” to Chris. I also changed something that happened during the summer of 2016 that involved another MCU actor. Let me know what you think. Feedback is always welcomed.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family, and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Thank you to @southerngracela for your support! :)

*Updated for grammar edits.

July 2019

"Christopher Robert Evans! Come here!" yelled his mother, Lisa Evans.

"What, Ma?" Chris asked when he entered her kitchen and replied, "Whatever happened? I assure you that it was Scott who did it."

"Would you stop? You aren't in trouble. Sit down for a sec." Lisa told her oldest son.

Taking a seat at the kitchen table next to his mother, Chris asked, "Why are you on the laptop? You hate using the computer."

"I do, but you need to send Raina some flowers to celebrate her big opening night on Broadway. You were planning on getting her something, right?" inquired Lisa as she turned the laptop over to Chris for him to look through different flower arrangements.

"Uh…I don't know, Ma. I am sure you will pick out something great."

Lisa gave Chris a knowing look and said, "Chris, you spend more time with Raina than the rest of us. You know her likes and dislikes. Now come on, look at the arrangements and pick which one she would like best."

Chris groaned and turned away from his mother to roll his eyes. His mother's behavior was not unusual to always insinuate that Raina was more than a friend to Chris. Well, she was, but that did not mean his mother had to know all of the dirty details. Despite what people might think of the confessed mama's boy, Chris did not always share everything with Lisa.

"Don't get her flowers…" Chris began, but Lisa cut him off.

"Chris! Why not?"

"It would be better to get Raina chocolate, cookies, or brownies. Something edible. Just not cupcakes because she doesn't like them. Call them overrated. Trust me. She'd prefer to have food over flowers," informed Chris.

"Great. You choose something for Raina while I give Carly a call. Choose something good," Lisa ordered as she got up from the table and exited the kitchen.

As Chris perused the website's items, he knew what to get Raina when he saw the object: a personalized gigantic caramel toffee fortune cookie. It was perfect. Not only was it giant, but it was dipped in decadent caramel with fatty toffee bits sprinkled on top and drizzled with dark chocolate. Raina would love it.

"Ma! Come here and look at this! What do you think?"

Lisa entered the kitchen once again. She was still talking on the phone with Carly.

"Chris, whatever you get, Raina, it will be great."

"What should I put on the card since it is from all of us?" asked Chris with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"No. Just have it be from you. Scott and I already picked out a nice flower arrangement from the two of us for Raina," Lisa informed Chris nonchalantly and added, "Carly is wondering if you could watch the kids this weekend?"

Chris was amazed at his mother's crafty scheme. She had that way about her.

"I'll text her that it isn't a problem, and I know what you are doing."

Lisa feigned an innocent look. "What are you talking about?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out an exasperated sigh, Chris said, "Ma, it isn't like that with Raina, okay. We are just friends. Nothing more. We can't be anything more. It would ruin what we have already. Plus, we both don't necessarily want the same things. She has shared with me that she doesn't see herself having kids. I want kids, someday."

Lisa put her hands up in mock defeat. She was not going to press Chris press about his hidden feelings for Raina. He was an adult, after all. However, as a mother, it was hard not to step in and help her children no matter what they were dealing with at the time.

"Just be sure to write something heartfelt and sweet in the gift message," ordered Lisa and got up once again left the kitchen.

Now alone, Chris looked over the textbox space to put his message for Raina's gift. He typed and retyped what to write to her. Taking a deep breath, Chris let his inhibitions go and proceeded to write honestly about how he felt.

Raina,

You bring so much joy and love to my existence. I know it would not be the same If I did not have you in my life. You help keep me centered in this crazy world of ours, and I always know I can count on you if I need anything. I am so proud of you. Your determination, hard work, and motivation in achieving your dreams have always inspired me. Sometimes I wished you could see yourself through my eyes because then you would realize how special you are to me. I hope you know much. I appreciate and love you so much.

Love,

Chris

With the gift now ordered and soon to be on its way, there was no going back.

"1, 2, 3, and 4! Turn! Kick leg up! Cross and dip!" shouted the choreographer and added, "Let's do it again from the top!"

Trying to catch her breath, Raina got back into position next to her co-star, Aaron Tveit. The two have been working on this project for the past three years. It amazed them both how everything started at a workshop lab, to a small theater production in Boston, to debut the show on Broadway. It was a dream come true for everyone involved.

For Raina, it was a check-off on her list of career accomplishments. While Raina had been offered different roles for Broadway productions in the past, she never accepted the offers. She was either too busy promoting and touring for her albums. Or the parts offered merely did not appeal to her. Raina was cautious about particular projects and took her time in making decisions on which to pursue or decline. That would often lead to arguments with people at her record company or management as one or the other would tell Raina that she was not reaching her full potential as a star. But the Long Island native never wanted to be "famous for being famous." She was not the type to freely give out information about her private life to maintain relevancy with the press or fans. She wanted her work to speak for itself.

A child prodigy gifted in music, Raina has set her sights on impacting the world through song. Her parents, George and Marie, often worried about the precocious little girl when she would hold herself up in her room for hours and hours a day practicing on her guitar or keyboard while jotting down lyrics.

When Raina was 14 years old, she was discovered by her first manager, Jerry Sullivan, at the annual New York State Fair. Jerry was taken aback by the young girl's mature voice as she sang Reba McEntire's classic hits, "Why Haven't I Heard from You" and "Fancy." He immediately introduced himself to Raina and her parents.

Although skeptical, both George and Marie agreed to a formal meeting with Jerry to discuss their daughter's future. After all, they did not want their only child to get screwed over by some conman. Thankfully, Jerry turned out to be legit and had been in the music industry for 20 years as an artists and repertoire (A&R) personnel at Columbia Records.

"Not many talented singers I have seen in all my years in the music have what Raina has. She has 'it' and could go far," said Jerry.

"Oh, I don't want to be famous," little Raina spoke up and continued, "I just want to make music."

Jerry just beamed with happiness, "That is a great answer, little one. You have your priorities. That is important in this industry. You don't ever want to lose sight of why you started in the first place."

"Trust me, I won't," replied Raina with a toothy smile.

Unfortunately, it was hard to remain authentic in the music industry. Too many times, someone would try to mold Raina into who they thought she should be. She never wanted to be placed in a box or confined to one style of music. All Raina ever wanted to be was Raina.

"1, 2, 3, and 4! Turn! Kick leg up! Cross and dip!" repeated the choreographer, "Great job, everyone. Let us take a ten-minute break. Raina and Aaron, they need another costume fitting."

"I swear, I am at a point where I could do the choreography in my sleep," Aaron joked as he walked with Raina to the fitting area.

Raina let out a chuckle, "Isn't that the truth."

With rehearsals finally coming to an end for the day, Raina gathered her belongings, said her goodbyes, and headed home. Thankfully, her Tribeca apartment was only 15 minutes away from the Al Hirschfeld Theatre. Frank, Raina's driver, greeted her as he opened the black Cadillac Escalade's back door.

"How were rehearsals today, Miss Raina?"

"Not too bad," Raina shared with her driver, "I think once the show is finally open to the public, everything will be…a lot easier to handle."

"You're going to be great. The previews of the show went very well, as you mentioned," Frank reminded Raina and asked, "Who you got coming to see you on opening night? I'm taking my wife and youngest daughter to see it before she heads off to school in late August."

It was not uncommon for Frank and Raina to have an easy rapport with one another. Frank was a talker, while Raina was quieter and preferred to listen to his stories about growing up in Queens or his family that consisted of a loving wife and three daughters. Despite enjoying Frank's company, Raina knew that she still had to keep herself wary and not allow herself to be caught off guard. Sadly, her past experiences when allowing others into her world, both private and public, left her feeling burned. Raina learned how to be a master at changing the subject from herself to the other person prying into her personal life.

"Aw! That is wonderful. Where is Alisha headed off to again? Cornell?" asked Raina while thinking, 'Hook line and sinker.'

"Brown University in Providence. Got a full academic scholarship."

"That's wonderful. At least your daughter won't be too far from home. I kind of wish I went to college but never had the time with everything else going on."

"Oh, come on now. I'd say you turned out well. Not everyone needs to go to college to be successful. With Alisha, she always had her sights on pursuing a career in archaeology. By attending Brown, she will have access to the best research and educators the country has to offer."

"Well, if she is anything like her father, then she's got the charms to take the world by storm."

When Frank finally reached the building of Raina's apartment, he proceeded to step out to open her door, but she stopped him and said, "I got it, Frank."

"You sure?" he questioned.

"Yeah. Tell your wife and daughter I said 'hello.' Bye, Frank. See you tomorrow."

"Okay. Have a nice night, Raina."

Upon entering the apartment building, Raina was greeted by the concierge, Winston.

"Hi, Winston. How are you?" asked Raina to make polite conversation as she strode into the lobby.

"Very well, ma'am. Thank you for asking."

Raina cringed at being referred to as "ma'am" despite being two-decades younger than Winston; however, she knew he was only polite and professional. Stopping by to check her mail at the cluster of mailboxes, there was only advertisements and bills. Closing the mailbox with a loud sigh, Raina walked towards the elevator to head up to her penthouse apartment.

The Tribeca apartment was such a great find as the penthouse had its own intimate and homey feel. The condo's main floor greeted guests with an open space kitchen-living room area with a fireplace and powder room. Floor-to-ceiling arched windows dominated the living room, allowing natural light to seep through in the morning and afternoon. Overall, it was ample space for when Raina wanted to entertain her close friends. She was able to accommodate overnight guest stays with two sky-lighted bedrooms with one main bathroom. One floor up was where the master suite was located with floor-to-ceiling French doors that led to a landscaped terrace that included a hot tub, outdoor kitchen, along with fantastic sunset and nighttime views of the Tribeca skyline.

It was a place where Raina felt at home and safe from the prying eyes of the paparazzi or overzealous admirers. Thankfully, the majority of Raina's fans respected her privacy and knew the importance of boundaries.

Unfortunately, only Raina's name was associated with fellow celebrities that things could get out of hand and overrun with speculations. For instance, in the early years of her friendship with Chris, both fandoms speculated if they were more than friends. Whereas with the media, they were relentless in their prying for more information about the two stars. Luckily, it was a dilemma that the two friends worked hard to overcome. The bond that grew between Chris and Raina was not something either experienced with other people. It was unique in how relatively normal both felt around each other. There were no pretenses the friends had to follow or any egos getting in the way.

Sad that the same could not have been applied to Raina's last relationship. The media scrutiny and the online abuse/harassment from the actor's fanbase became too much for Raina to handle that she eventually had to end the relationship prematurely. It was not something that she wanted to do as she cared for the man very much. He was sweet, charming, handsome, and treated Raina with respect. He became someone Raina could confide in outside of her inner circle. She was lucky to have met him at President Barack Obama's final White House Correspondents' Dinner back in April 2016.

'What might have been? Where would my life be if I had stayed with Tom?' Raina often thought.

After taking a quick shower, Raina changed into baggy sweats and a fitted tank top. Stretching out on the couch, she searched through Netflix and selected season five of Schitt's Creek to watch. It was her go-to show that she liked to watch at the end of the day. The crazy antics of the Rose family always helped her relax and ease her anxious mind.

"Oh, David Rose, you are a precious little bean, wrapped in uncertainty and apprehension about the world, aren't you? I connect with you on a spiritual level," Raina commented to herself.

Chris was a bag of nerves ever since he ordered Raina that gift. It was not so much the gift that was causing him to have anxiety, but the message inside the present.

He let it all out in that gift message and was mostly worried about what Raina would make of his words. For instance, would she read them and express the same sentiment, revealing that Chris's feelings were more profound than mere friends. However, what if Chris's words caused her to be upset and that she would not be able to return his feelings in fear of losing their friendship.

'Or she just doesn't love you the way you might want her to,' thought Chris apprehensively.

Now, Chris was beginning to worry that he might have overstepped his boundaries with Raina. 'Why did you have to go and develop deeper feelings for her. I knew our whole friends with benefits wasn't a good idea.

Nothing good ever comes from that arrangement,' he scolded himself while taking Dodger out for a walk on his property. Chris hoped that the cool night air would help relieve the tension and worry he was feeling. It was either a walk or a cigarette, and he promised both his mother and Raina that he would no longer partake in the nasty habit.

The dynamic of Chris and Raina's friendship was a unique one. She was one of the very few that Chris allowed in his world. Over the years, Raina had become acquainted with his close friends from Massachusetts and individual family members outside of his mother, father, brother, and sisters. It was not unusual for Raina to attend one of his Uncle Mike's campaign rallies. That always got the fans on social media talking and wondering if there was something more than friendship between the two.

Chris and Raina's responses were always the same, "We are just friends." It was their go-to answer for years.

It was not until mid-2014 when they decided to add a new element to their friendship: sex.

What started as a fun hookup turned into a full-fledged agreement. For Chris, it was liberating to be with someone sexually with no strings attached. For Raina, she felt safe and comfortable with Chris. There was genuine respect and trust the two had for one another that when sex added to the mix, it did not cause a lot of complications, surprisingly. They took the time to set guidelines and go over expectations that both could abide by and not ruin the aspect of their friendship.

Their guidelines included:

Be transparent with one another as possible. Be open to compromises.

Be open to communicating with your partner.

Never be judgmental.

Be open about what is off-limits and what is acceptable.

Conversations or decisions cannot be one-sided.

Make sure each partner is on the same page.

Check-in with one another. Ask each other about how things are going and how the individual is feeling about the arrangement.

Develop a PR strategy for when friends or family members ask questions about the status of your relationship.

Ground rules: staying over is optional, breakfast in the morning is acceptable, no booty calls as it demeans the overall friendship, and friend-dates are suitable.

Even when Chris was in a serious relationship with Minka or Jenny, he could revert to his non-sexual friendship with Raina. Chris never quite understood how Raina could adapt so quickly whenever he had a new romantic partner. He honestly would not know how he would react if Raina showed up one day with a boyfriend on her arm.

'Liar! You'd flip your shit!' Chris thought, which he did when Raina was rumored to be dating fellow MCU actor Tom Hiddleston back in 2016. Both had been photographed together numerous times during outings and events.

'Six-months of Hell,' Chris bitterly referred that time.

The crazy thing about that time is that Raina did not share anything with him about her relationship with Tom. She kept it all to herself even after they broke up.

"Why does she keep that part of her life secret from me?" Chris asked himself as he walked up the steps on his front porch with Dodger following suit.

"Because it is none of your business how Raina's relationships go down," a voice spoke up, startling Chris.

"Holy shit, Scott! What the fuck are you doing out here?" yelled Chris as he stood in front of his little brother.

Scott replied with a shit-eating grin on his face, "Just getting some fresh air and enjoying the sunset. What have you been up to?"

"Don't change the subject. Why do you automatically assume I am talking about Raina? For all you know, I could have been referring to Shanna," Chris retorted back defiantly as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the porch railing.

However, Scott was not falling for what his brother was trying to sell. "Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Chris," Scott reprimanded and continued, "I know you and Raina have had a friend with benefits situation going on for the last five years. Of course, only when neither of you was in relationships with other people, that is."

"How the fuck did you know about that?" questioned Chris. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

"Well, I had my speculations, but your reaction just now confirmed everything. What the fuck were thinking. Nothing good comes out of a friend with benefits relationship. Hell, I could have told you that while also saving you the eventual heartbreak that will eventually happen. So again, I ask, what the fuck were you thinking?"

Letting out a huge sigh, Chris moved to sit next to Scott on the porch swing. "I was thinking…that this is someone who I love and care about, you know. At first, the arrangement was, I don't want to say that it was just for fun. With Raina, it felt like a natural progression for our friendship. I don't know. I guess maybe…"

"You hoped that it could turn into something more down the road," Scott finished for his brother.

"Yeah. I felt we were getting to that point, but Raina kept pulling back, you know. Like, she was too scared to move in that direction with me,' Chris confessed as he leaned back on the porch swing.

Scott continued to stare at Chris as he contemplated what to say next. He felt terrible for his older brother and realized Chris's dilemma.

"I wish I could give you some sage advice, but honestly, I am at a loss on what you should do. Raina is special to you. To all of us. But, no one can deny that she has always had a little hold on your heart. The sad thing is that I don't think the poor thing fully understands the effect she has on you. All I can say is to tread carefully. Don't do anything rash," advised Scott and got up to go into the house.

'Too late.' Chris thought to himself.

"Fuck it! I need a cigarette."

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 years ago

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My Surrogate Father (Robert Downey Jr x Teen!Fem!Reader)

Part 3 of 11

Masterlist

Previously on My Surrogate Father...

Description: You were a small actress, only doing minor roles for some television shows until you landed a major role alongside the famous Robert Downey Jr. you were playing his onscreen daughter. After all the filming, things at home go downhill, you take a look back to when invited the Downeys invited you over their house for a week in order to get to know you better. During one of the interviews for the press tours, Robert notices something different about you. He won’t let it go until he figures it out.

Warnings: violence, foul language, child abuse

Word Count: 1,100

Italics = Flashbacks

“I’m supposed to yell at your during this scene,” you said as you skimmed through the script. Yesterday was your first full day at the Downeys. Today the script had arrived for the movie, you and Robert had decided to skim through it and go over the first scene together.

“Hmm?” Robert flipped the page, “oh yeah! You do! This will be eventful.”

“I’ve got lots of practice with this,” you mumbled. Robert raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner, “many arguments with my dad before he passed,” you let out a dry chuckle, “over dumb things too.”

“Care sharing one of those dumb things with me?” You chuckled, “this one time my dad and I had a huge argument and this argument was legit.”

“Legit?”

“Meaning it was real,” Robert gave you a nod to carry on, “anyway, it was after watching Civil War for our movie night and my dad said he was Team Iron Man and I got so pissed at him by the end of the argument he sent me to my room because he didn’t want to look at a traitors face,” you laughed as you explained the story.

“Wait, so you weren’t team Iron Man?”

“No hard feelings.”

Robert laughed, “should’ve known,” he mumbled, “how did you get into the Marvel Universe?”

“My dad actually. He would read me the comics when I was little, he tried to get me into DC comics but I wasn’t as interested in them as I was with the Marvel comics.”

Robert smiled, instantly getting an idea, “Hey, dad, Susan said you were up he- oh, hey!” A young man said as he walked into the room.

“Hey, Indio! This is y/n, she’s playing my onscreen daughter in that film I told you about,” Robert looked over at you, “y/n, this is my eldest son, Indio.”

You stood up and shook Indio’s hand, “nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he said with a smile.

“I have to make a phone call, do you guys mind?” You shook your head and watched as Robert left the room. Robert walked into his bedroom, placing his phone to his ear, listening to it ring a few times, “hello?”

“Well, hello there, Evans.”

Chris chuckled, “what’s up?”

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

“A favor?”

“First of all, by any chance are you in LA?” Robert knew that Chris mainly lived in Boston.

“Actually, I am.”

“Great, that just leaves me to find out where Mark and Sebastian are…”

“What’s this favor?”

“Well, my co-star for my new movie is staying with us for a week, sort of to you know prepare for the movie,” Robert began to explain, “and well she’s a huge Marvel fan and she’s explained that you alongside, Mark and Sebastian are in her top five favorite actors list.”

“Top five, huh? Did you make the cut?”

Robert scoffed, “please, you know I always do. Anyways, she’s a young, bright, girl and she’s been through so much... I don’t know I just feel like having her meet you guys would brighten her up a bit.”

Chris smiled, although Robert couldn't see it, “alright, let me talk to the guys, maybe we can set something up.”

“You’re the best!” Robert exclaimed, “probably the best Chris out there.”

“Alright, stop trying to kiss my ass, Downey.”

The sound of rapid knocking at your door shook you're from your thoughts, “Open this damn door!” you heard your mother yell.

You stared at the door, watching the shadow from the bottom of the door pace back and forth, “y/n, open this damn door right now!”

“Fuck off!” you yelled. This pissed your mother off, even more, she began kicking the door. You knew if you didn’t open the door she would end up breaking it in some way, you sighed and opened the door, instantly regretting telling your mother to fuck off.

Your mother pushed you to the ground as soon as you came into her view, “did you steal my fucking pills, you little brat?” she sat on top of you, as she pinned your hands over your head with one hand, she began to search your pockets for her pills.

“I don’t have them!” You yelled as you squirmed.

“Stop lying!” She yelled, “I know you fucking took them!” You didn’t know what went over your mother but she placed her hands around your neck, slowly applying pressure.

You choked for air, “stop, please!” You yelled out as tears flowed down your cheek, “I swear I don’t have them!” you scratched your mother's hands in an attempt to stop her, but she wouldn’t budge.

It was as if your mother couldn’t hear you, all she could hear was the rage that was going on inside her. This undying rage of anger towards you. In an instant, her mother seemed to snap back into reality, shoving you out of the way. You took in some deep breaths as you scrambled to your feet.

You looked over to your mother and saw her rummaging through her things, “mom, stop!” She didn’t listen, she continued throwing your clothes onto the floor, “mom! Stop it!” you yelled as you pushed away from the cabinet.

“Don’t you ever fucking learn!?” You mother said as pulled on the collar of your shirt. You shoved your mother, causing her to let go of your shirt, you knew this would cause her to get even angrier. You ran out of your room but you weren’t fast enough, your mother caught up and pushed you to the ground. Once again she was on top of you, her fist slammed down to your face. You looked at her in shock, she had actually punched you in the face. She seemed to be shocked as well as she looked at her fist then at you.

She grinned for a second, feeling a sense of relief that came with letting her anger out, and you could see it in her. You quickly pulled your arms up to cover your face, but that didn’t stop her as she continued to punch you in the arms. “Mom, stop!” You yelled as you tried your best to defend yourself.

Your neighbors looked at each other with concern, they were an older couple, “did you hear that Melvin?” the wife asked as she looked out the window.

“Sounds like someone asking for help,” Melvin said as he too looked out the window.

“Maybe we should call the cops, it sounds like it’s coming from the L/N household,” she explained.

Melvin thought about it for a second but it wasn’t until he heard the blood-curdling scream, he looked over to his wife, “Call 911.”

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enkisstories · 5 years ago

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Just like them

- Short Detroit Become Human fanfic starring Daniel - - Close enough to canon, not my Sims!AU - November 15, 2038 Park Avenue

Daniel placed his hand on the door lock. However, the device rejected his request almost instantly.

ACCESS DENIED

It wasn’t just a string of bright letters, the message additionally burned itself into the android brain. And although the narrative went that androids didn’t feel pain, the sharp sting of the “Nope” signal along with all the emotions it triggered in Daniel’s deviant mind were unpleasant to say the least.

“Shit!”

Daniel raised his hand – or rather, he moved his shoulder to lift the replacement arm and hand up, spare parts salvaged from other unfortunates that had found themselves in the DPD’s evidence archive. Just when the new limbs had started to feel less like prostheses and more like parts of himself, the android had to receive a reminder to the fact that this wasn’t the case. His real hand was lost and with it the RFID tag that would have opened the door to the Phillips apartment.

Daniel wondered briefly the key to which door he was carrying now, because some signal had gotten exchanged between the hand and the door lock. If there had been no key present at all, the door would just have stayed silent instead of bellowing its “Access denied” at the intruder.

A shutdown police auxiliary beyond repair had “donated” Daniel’s new legs, but also the hand? Daniel didn’t remember. It hadn’t mattered earlier that day when they had set him more or less free.

And now the android he was standing here, with an electronic cuff somewhere in his system, a novel worth of parole terms in his head, but fresh out of an emergency override keycard for his own home.

I should have went with that guy from Jericho when he offered it. But, noooooo, I HAD to do this alone, because I don’t NEED help at all. And I shouted at him, so there’s no turning back now. It’s getting dark anyway. And ‘sides, I have a right to this flat! It’s my inheritance, the pay for four years of service, no way I’m going to live in, what was it, a wrecked cruise ship or something? No way!

Tap,tap,tap… jingle,jingle,jingle… swoosh

Daniel exited the elevator and only when the doors closed behind him did he realize that he had just traveled downwards by one floor without actually having decided to do so.

Check. Deviant brain doing deviant stuff. They warned me about this.

Daniel’s subconsciousness had taken over, now the question was where had it taken him?

Looking around Daniel discovered that he was standing right in front of an apartment door, one hand raised slightly, obviously in an attempt to ring the doorbell. The nameplate that went with the bell read “Rasoya”.

Ah, right, that was familiar territory. The Rasoyas were the Phillips’ direct downstairs neighbors. They had helped them out by taking Emma when her parents were out and with sugar, flour and eggs that Caroline tended to forget to stock up in sufficient quantity. That had been before Daniel had joined the household, of course, but even with the Phillips owning a state of the art household assistant made by CyberLife now the families had remained… close?

I have always assumed we were close, but looking back I feel “habitually on speaking terms” is more precise.

Someone was stirring now inside the apartment and a female voice rose up:

“I think I heard someone at the door! Will you take a look?”

“Yes, it’s me!” Daniel shouted back, then rang the bell.

Someone was looking through a spyhole, not trusting the electronic security camera, then opened the door. Before it was fully open, Daniel already gasped at the person behind it: “Can I borrow a crowbar, please, Mrs. Rasoya? I need to break into the Phillips apartment!”

Mrs. Rasoya laughed so hard at this that the toddler boy she was holding was shaking violently. Reflexively Daniel grabbed him while Mrs. Rasoya was still trying to get a grip on herself. Eventually the woman said:

“Daniel Phillips – the most polite android revolutionary ever.”

“Calm down, calm down!” Daniel shushed the human. “I’m not with Markus or whoever, I don’t even have a clear idea what exactly’s going on!”

I mean, when have I ever? I lived in an illusion all my existence, believing myself appreciated… sheltered… Going by my experience Markus could just be another Connor: playing nice, but harboring ulterior motives.

“They just…”

Looking for a familiar term in all the madness that was the present, the android continued:

“…let me out of prison and here I am, but I can’t enter my own damn apartment!”

“Own dan apartment!” little Caden Rasoya repeated cheerfully, at which his grandmother demanded the kid to get returned to her.

“Raj, dear?” she called into the apartment and a few heartbeats later her adult son, Caden’s father, appeared. Raj was a gourmet chef and his body was certainly looking the part, although he tended to dress extremely casually at home.

“Would you accompany Danny here upstairs to break down the Phillips’s door, Raj?”

“You know what, mom?” Raj laughed out loud. “This is by far the most normal request I’ve heard those last few days.”

Daniel watched Mrs. Rasoya retreat into her home where she picked up an old handheld gaming device that she had been playing on. He heard Caden giggle. The TV was running, Caden giggled some more, but then listened intently to his mother, who was explaining something connected to the evening children’s show they were watching. Everything was so normal!

Why were the Rasoyas still here, Daniel wondered? Were the feeling that the worst was behind them and deeming it save to stay in Detroit, even though the president had arranged an evacuation of a scope that put to shame even the annual floods? Were these humans maybe just as attached to their territory as Daniel himself was? Regardless of the possible consequences? In retrospect, what if Caroline had still been here tonight? Or – was she, maybe?!

“Uh… Is Caroline…?” Daniel started asking Raj.

“Left Detroit. In fact, she didn’t even wait for the presidential nudge to do so.”

“Ah.”

Raj grabbed the doorknob and with his head motioned the android to join him.

“Come in!”

“But I need to…”

“No way I’m trying to kick in a sturdy apartment door, least of all with security still intact”, Raj explained. “And neither should you do that, with a criminal record on your head. You have one…?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all legit. The DPD knows I’m here, but, fuck, I should have asked for an escort to actually get into my home.”

“You certainly picked up some language there that you didn’t know before”, Raj commented, still more amused than wary. Definitely wary, too, but not to an extent that prevented the man from acting civilly.

“But what am I to do now?”

“You’ll want to take the balcony route, Daniel. Climb up from our balcony and find your door. It was never properly repaired after… the incident, you should be able to push it open easily.”

“That’s that Connor’s fault!” Daniel spat. “It doesn’t respect anything!”

And that were the last words he exchanged with the Rasoyas. Without even a “thanks” the deviant made haste towards the balcony, jumped onto the railing and started scaling the apartment building like an ape. A PL600 wasn’t particularly strong, but their dexterity and eye-hand-coordination had to be rated outstanding even compared to other androids. Daniel was also rather agile, although he suspected that was a personal feat, nothing hard-coded in his system specs. And of course his new PC200 legs were also contributing to his athletic ability.

Inside the Phillips home Daniel didn’t linger much in the apartment proper, but instead went straight to the fish tank in the floor.

“Huey, Dewey, Louie… everyone still there!” he noticed with relief. “It’s feeding time, gentlemen! – Hehe, yes, go for it! No need to fight, there’s more where this is coming from!”

Smiling the android watched the fish gorge themselves. When had been the last time they had been fed, he wondered? So typical of Caroline! Flaunting the family fortune, but possessed of a total disregard of actual living beings. Like those of the ornamental fish she had left behind to their fate. Or her android’s…

Daniel had never given his artificial lung much thought. They were just there, moving his chest to make him appear more lifelike. Now the deviant realized how this particular biocomponent came in handy: he sighed deeply.

Moving back into the apartment Daniel almost expected to find John’s tablet. Of course after all this time it wouldn’t be there anymore. Or at least it would no longer display the order confirmation for the AP700, where John had ticked the “Disposal of old device at no extra cost” option. There had been another option, also at no extra cost: to donate the old android to charity. It would have taken the man no longer than two minutes to choose an organization from a dropdown list, but John Phillips hadn’t wanted anybody to mooch from something he had payed good money for. He had said so aloud and that comment had alerted Daniel to what was going on in the first place.

John’s greed and antisocial tendencies might very well have saved my life!

Daniel shooed this thought and looked around some more.

Pictures of Emma, John and Caroline, sometimes alone, then again as a family or with various friends, were everywhere. Of their android there was no sign and hadn’t been before the incident. Daniel felt a little like visiting the Dursleys with all the pictures of Dudders and no hint whatsoever that another boy was living at Privet Drive…

He picked up one of the framed pictures. It showed the family gathered under a Christmas Tree. The spheres, bells, stars and pine cones were all made from real glass and in between hang handmade charms fashioned by Emma. The Phillips didn’t believe in anything transcendental, neither god, nor magic. But even so they had followed the traditions and actually gained something from them. There had been an unusual warmth around that time of year each year.

Daniel put back the photograph. Suddenly the glass ornaments were too bright, the fishtank next door too loud and even the carpet his feet were touching was too rough. The deviant hunkered down and buried his head in his arms. Thirium tried to get up and out through his nose. Daniel didn’t understand what was happening to him. His system status hadn’t been that bad this morning!

Stay in… stay in… I don’t want to die! Only, I feel like dying… But I don’t want to! It’s not fair!

Daniel had sat there hunched over and crying for a while, when suddenly the door rang. A jolt went through the android’s body. Daniel jumped up and the weak, but steady stream of skin fluid mixed with blue blood came to a halt. The android wiped it away and licked the thirium from his new fingers before opening the door.

“Hey, Geeta”, Daniel greeted the visitor. “Afraid I might shut down from sorrow all alone up here?”

The words sounded like an accusation…

“Nah.” Mrs. Rasoya shook her head. “Not you. In fact, I reckon you are unable to suicide.”

“Huh? How would you know?”

Geeta walked past Daniel. She grabbed one of the family photographs at random and turned it for Daniel to get a good look at it.

“Dogs take after their owners, children after their parents and androids… androids take after their masters.”

“That’s utter bullshit!” the deviant flared up. “And even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t apply to me! I’m a de…”

“Deviant, Daniel? For deviants what I said goes even more so, because of your emotions.”

“I may have acquired some of those, so what?!”

“The Phillips couple, too, was never one for thinking before acting… for taking a step back from their desires… or for putting themselves into others’ shoes.”

Daniel started to yell again, but was cut short:

“What kindness they had, manifested indirectly only - in their little girl and in their household assistant.”

“Huh.”

“Not what you wanted to hear, I know.”

Daniel took the picture.

“Me? Being like them?”

“It’s true.”

The deviant smiled warmly, not unlike when he had watched his fishes. For several moments he stood there, content with the world and himself. But then he jerked around his arm and smashed the frame against the nearest wall.

“They never were my family!!!”

Geeta shrugged and said her goodbyes.

“You know where to find us if you want to borrow gelignite or whatever a modern deviant might need”, she said. The woman had meant it as a joke, but as she gently closed the door behind herself, she wasn’t so sure about that anymore.

#dbh daniel #dbh #detroit become human #dbhtextpost #dbh textpost #non sims #danielgavinnewstory

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stories-by-rie · 5 years ago

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#4 Winter Panic

A/N: there’s some swearing in this one, also some panic

Several months later, winter was still clinging to Guhlsdorf, covering it in a coat of white. While everyone was longing for the spring to come, the new students at the Searcher’s School had found a new home behind those walls that shielded them from the outside.

It was a boring day. The first year was only theoretical studies of runes and while harsh wind was blowing outside, the students were listening to the different types of runes associated with healing purposes.

“And this one, called Hanne, is a rune that will slow down blood flow. How and why that can be useful is something you will study next year in medicine class. But you need to be able to read it either way of course, and it will be relevant for the midterms.” The teacher, Mrs Martens, in front of the class was a woman close to her retirement. She wore her grey hair in a strict bun, wrinkles on her forehead that surely had come from all the frowning. Despite her appearance, she was a very soft person though. Her voice was light and when she spoke, it was a little as if the words danced to her students. She was quite tolerant and maybe even as the only teacher at that school, she was indifferent to Jeanne’s family relations. Not only indifferent, but she actually seemed to have grown quite fond of her. Which might have been the reason, why she instantly noticed when something was wrong.

“Ms Everley, are you fine?”, she interrupted her class and every head turned to the pale girl sitting in the back of the classroom. She had buried her face into her hands and as her name was mentioned she flinched and looked up. “Is it your headaches again?”, Mrs Martens added.

“No, no, I am fine”, Jeanne replied hurriedly, her voice a little stiff.

“Are you sure? You may go to the infirmary if your health isn’t well.”

“Mrs Martens”, another girl interrupted and put on a too friendly smile, “I think Jeanne must suffer from exhaustion, since she clearly didn’t have a headache, but fell asleep during class.”

Chatter and quiet giggles echoed through the room and Mrs Marten’s friendly face grew a little darker.

“Well, if it’s exhaustion, you may be excused from today’s lecture and rest instead. If that’s not the case, I want to ask you to listen more carefully, please.”

Gloating hung in the air until the teacher resumed the course. Obviously, Jeanne stayed in the class, after all she hadn’t fallen asleep due to exhaustion but boredom.

“You can’t always fall asleep during class, they’re going to kick you out of school”, Ahn scolded on their way back to their dormitories after class was over. Jeanne let her shoulders drop and sighed deeply.

“I know, I know. It’s just so boring. I can’t help it.”

“You have to think of something exciting instead. Like, think about your favourite noodle soup. You won’t fall asleep.”

“Ahn, if I have to hear your passive complaints about the school’s food one more time, I’ll feed you my succulent”, Mira bickered and crossed her arms before her chest.

“It’s not my fault! We’ve been here for four months now, and the only soup they serve in the canteen is lentil soup. Lentil! Who liked lentil soup?”

“Anyway. They won’t kick you out for falling asleep, but the other students already dislike you, so you shouldn’t give them something to hold against you”, Mira said to Jeanne.

“I know, I know.”

“It’s kinda unfair. My family never taught me anything about runes, Collectors and Searchers. Nothing aside from anecdotes that is. You really have such a cool advantage”, Ahn dreamed and opened the door to their dormitory for them.

“Well, at least you actually think that classes are interesting. So I don’t know whether I would call my strict education an actual advantage.” It was late in the afternoon and the few hours of their free time laid before them. After their tight schedule, no one of them really was in the mood to do any activities, and so they agreed to just hang out in their rooms. Ahn left on her floor and finally Jeanne and Mira were alone in theirs again as well.

During the time the two girls had managed to warm up to each other a little and the first thing that happened as they entered their dorm was that Mira turned on the music. Jeanne, who never really had bothered for this art, liked the change. She sat down on her bed and started to read through one of her books, while Mira worked on her playlist, singing along to one of blackpink’s songs, dancing along as good as possible while working on her laptop.

“How can you actually read stuff like that after that horrible day? Isn’t your head going to explode learning those high level runes?”

“I was sleeping during all classes. So...”

Mira giggled and as she had her music set, she pulled out her crotchet and sung along in very questionable Korean.

It was only a few hours later that sirens started wailing. Mira and Jeanne both shot up, alarmed looks on their faces.

“Maybe it’s just a training?”, Mira whispered.

“At nine in the evening?”

“Is that the siren for fire or creatures?”

“Creatures.”

They looked at each other, and in unison got ready to leave the dormitories.

Hectic voices yelled through the building, over all of them the older students who tried to keep the panic down.

“Where’s Ahn?”, asked Mira with slight fear in her voice.

“Don’t worry, she’s probably already outside. Let’s just hurry.”

The sky was already black and the clouds shut out all the light the moon could have offered. The heavy and rhythmic steps of the Searchers stomped through the snow, while the lower grades walked towards the open spaces where they had to gather.

“Fuck, I can’t see Ahn anywhere.” Mira stood on her tiptoes but it was impossible to find single faces among the mass of students.

“Don’t worry, Mira. She definitely is here. You’ll notice as soon as someone whines about being hungry”, Jeanne tried to calm her, but it didn’t work at all.

“There! I can see her room mate! Why isn’t she with her?”

Mira fought her way through the people, Jeanne following her closely. Ahn’s room mate was chatting with other classmates, the same horrified look on her face.

“Tanja, where is Ahn?” Mira had put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, her grip a little too tight.

“Gosh, what do I know. She wasn’t in our room when the sirens started so she could legit be anywhere.”

“Fuck. Jeanne. Let’s look for her, please?”

Jeanne didn’t like that idea at all. They weren’t supposed to leave the gather places under any circumstances, but she also saw the panic in her friend’s eyes. Moreover, she considered Ahn her friend as well and was worried just as much.

“Okay.” They stormed out of the place, a few hands tried to hold them back. The cold wind stung in their eyes and lungs and it was hard to walk on the high snow, causing them to nearly slip several times. Mira yelled Ahn’s name over and over again, but the sirens were way too loud for her to actually be heard.

“Damn it, Jeanne. Where is she?”

They stood close to the school ground’s gates, the flashing light throwing bizarre shadows on their faces. With a loud humming the flood lights got turned on, illuminating the whole campus in white light as if it was day.

“Fuck, I can’t see anything”, Mira cursed. Blinded by the light, they would have nearly missed Ahn who was running towards them.

“Mira! Jeanne! Oh wow I am so relieved to find you here.”

“Shit, Ahn where have you been?”

“The drinks dispenser in our dormitory is broken so I went for the one in the dormitory next to ours. But I didn’t know the way to the gathering place from there”, she apologized and with a slightly mischievous grin she added “Why, were you worried about me?”

Mira was too angry to answer and just grabbed her wrist to lead the way back.

A fast shadow lunged at them. Ever so elegantly, Mira kicked it away from them.

“Don’t you touch her!”, she shouted at the creature. The cold light made the grey body look even more like a corpse, the four eyes staring at them, a gnarl rumbled inside.

“How did those get inside?”, Ahn shrieked and dropped her water bottle.

The creature shook its body, crunched down and prepared to jump at them again.

“This should not be possible”, Jeanne mumbled and before they could be attacked again, they started to run.

“Just don’t look back, just run to the gathering place!”, Mira said.

“I honestly don’t know if that’s such a good idea, we will just lead them to the rest of the students”, Jeanne replied.

“Isn’t a Searcher here anywhere? Help!”, Ahn shouted and did the only reasonable thing.

“There are more!”, Jeanne warned them as she had dared a look behind.

“How many?”

“Four.”

Mira mumbled another curse and started to run even faster. “Let’s just find someone who knows how to fight these things!”

A loud thud as one of the creatures got hold of Jeanne’s leg. She kicked herself free and with a helping hand of Mira, she got up again.

“What are you still doing here? You were supposed to gather – oh shit!” Finally they had found a Searcher. The girl stared at the creatures with the same horror as they did, but she had her collector ready. The golden device hovered above her left hand and with the right she quickly chose the rune and blasted the creatures away.

“Go to the gathering place. Don’t tell anyone of this just yet to avoid panic!”, she ordered and the three friends quickly complied.

~ masterlist ~

#writeblr #invincible #4 winter panic #1700 words #go save your girlfriend mira #quite happy with how this one turned out #cw swearing #fiction #fantasy #story by rie #i don't know what to tag this as

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siyeonjisoo · 5 years ago

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So this year for my birthday, I took an adventure to the exotic state of Ohio – just for a concert where I could meet someone I have looked up to for over a decade on the actual day of my birthday. And I guess hang out with some of my Ohio friends.

My friend @ali-kat211 was amazing enough to brave the cold and hang out with my outside the venue all day from like 12:30 until we finally went inside. Just so I could be the first person to meet Amber. Thank you for hanging out with me and making this so much fun <3

We were joined by the street team after a while and they called us the real MVPs since we technically even beat them as well as most of the artists.

We sat down and were just chatting and making friends in line when LB (Amber’s support drummer) came out the door and we were sitting in front of and made us all scramble and scream. This happened so many times, and I think LB was doing it on purpose after the 3rd or 4th time he came out.

We were across the street from the Ohio State Student Union building (I didn’t actually know American universities would have those. I thought that was something the UK made up lol) and would wander over there whenever we needed to use the bathroom or to warm up for a few minutes. The first time we went over, though, WE RAN INTO JUSTIN. I saw him walking toward us and I did a double take and then said “Hi, Justin” while all of the folks I was with just thought I was saying hi to someone I knew at first before they also did a double take and recognized us. He chatted with us for a few seconds and told us to stay warm before he walked inside the back entrance to the venue to eat his lunch.

We got back in line and screamed about it to everyone else but most of us were here for Amber, not Justin or Meg&Dia, so it wasn’t super exciting second-hand.

Time continues to pass and then we get let in for the Meet and Greet maybe like 15 minutes late so around 5:30. Two of my friends I was with didn’t have M&G so I told them that if they gave me cash, I would get some merch signed by Amber for them so I bought my merch and then stood there trying not to puke before meeting Amber.

We got let into the main area where they were gonna do the event and Justin was just wandering around and we all were just casually chatting with him. I told him about the group chat we have him added to from the Gone Rogue tour as well as after the NYC stop of this tour and he was really happy to know that we had a good friend group based off of our experiences at his shows.

Amber comes out and walks past us with Leo and, before I even say hi to Amber, I start chatting with Leo. (Leo is one of the amazingly talented dancers on this tour along with Dom) I told him that me and my friends from the NYC show wanted to know if we could adopt him. He agreed so everyone stay away from my son Leo, if you hurt him you will die.

And then. It was time to meet Amber. I thought they were gonna set up the table and figure things out and I would have to watch them for a few minutes but nope! She called me down right away and was like “come on down, give me a hug! We’re gonna take a minute to set this up but come and chat” kinda vibes and I almost tripped over my own two feet when she came to collect me from the stairs I was waiting on. I told her I was from the NYC show and that I made the nickname CuddlePuddle and she was soo happy to hear that. Her smile kind of blinded me. She then looked kinda confused about why I was here in Ohio so I explained I came from New Jersey but came all the way to Ohio because this show, on the 13th, was on my birthday and it was my wish to see her and to meet her on my birthday. I was then the only person she sang happy birthday to out of the whole M&G and it made me feel really special. She signed the stuff I bought and then we took some pictures and I am never posting one of them because I was too busy laughing (but also worrying about Amber falling over) and feel like I look a lil silly but the other pictures came out awesome.

I walked shakily off to the other side of the theater and just. Collapsed. Because this was already amazing and I couldn’t imagine things getting much better from here.

We all just stood around waiting for the rest of the M&G to end and were packed in like sardines (with no one wanting to move back but then completely fucking up the line order because folks were just stopping at the front of the crowd that were at the back of the line and I wasn’t having it and I got a lil snappy with folks in order to protect my spot). Justin was still just wandering around and chatting. He came over and gave me a handshake because I asked him for one as my birthday gift. He then told us to go and buy some of his merch and then we can attend his M&G after the show so we went running off to buy that since we still had time before the show was gonna start.

Meet and Greet finally ends and Amber waves good bye to us and then we all go running off to get our spots. I MANAGE TO BE FRONT AND CENTER ON THE BARRICADE. Literally dead center as marked on the stage. We all settle in and everyone else gets let in. This is prolly around 7 by now I think.

LB comes out and sits down on the edge of the stage and starts chatting with us. I told him I came from New Jersey and was actually at the birthday show. I told him he is birthday twins-ish with my friend and that he gave her his drum stick after that concert since the NYC concert on 2/7 was actually her birthday. He said he remembered her and that he needed to think of something to do for me. My friends next to me and I were all hungry too and he was sitting there and pulled out food. So LB legit gives me and one other person the first 2 bites of his food before he starts eating it himself. He learns that we have been there since 12:30 and haven’t really eaten much of anything so he decides he’s gonna go off to the back of the venue to the pizza stand and BUYS US A WHOLE FUCKING PEPPERONI PIZZA that we share with the whole crowd, ripping pieces in half and passing them around. It was actually some of the best pizza I have had in a really long time. We all decide that he has adopted us and is now a father of five. Ben comes out and is like “Yo, Justin is waiting for you to move so he can get his set started” so LB scrambles away and like 2 seconds later, the concert starts.

Justin is usual sexy fuckboi self. I know I should but I can’t help loving that man. He grabbed my hand and serenaded me and I have never been a more heterosexual human being in my life than those 3 seconds. I also handed him the second half of my pizza and I think he actually took it off stage and may have eaten it after and I love him.

Meg&Dia come out and they are sooo cute. Grant is a wonderful drummer and Carlo is super handsome. I’m sad they didn’t do the acoustic version of Koala like they did in NYC because that was almost hauntingly good but that’s the only thing I think I would have changed about this whole day.

Then it is time. The moment of truth (pt2). Amber. I am right in front of her. The stage is less than an arm’s width away from me and Amber comes pretty close to the edge of it a few times. I actually got scared at one point when Amber, Leo, and Dom stormed the edge of the stage and kicked out that I was gonna get kicked in the face and flinched and Amber saw and laughed at me a little bit.

I helped remind Amber to drink water and stay hydrated throughout.

When introducing the whole naming of the crowds thing she went through the recent nicknames and THEN POINTED TO ME AND SAID “This girl is the person who came up with the nickname for NYC, she made Cuddle Puddle” AND I TURNED AROUND AND WAVED AT EVERYONE AND GOT APPLAUSE.

I nagged Amber again for eating CDs and she apologized lol

DJ is just super chill and funny. One point he was clapping along with one of the songs and I copied him and he saw me and pointed at me with a smile. I think that’s what earned me something that happened later.

After the third song, Get Myself, Amber grabbed my hand and sang to me. I, feeling a little overwhelmed, looked at my hand and screamed a little bit. Justin, the lil shit, was sitting in front of the barricade and watching it and so Amber went over to him and did the same hand hold to him. Justin, I kid you not, looked at me and then FUCKING COPIED ME IN A VERY EXAGGERATED MANNER and I died laughing. After that song, I took literally the best picture I have ever taken in my LIFE

A lot of people started crying during Numb and Amber gave a person behind me her towel because we couldn’t find any tissues. That song almost got me but it was the next song, Borders, that had me literally dry sobbing because I didn’t have the hydration levels to be able to produce tears.

Amber, apparently, learned about LB adopting us and mentioned it and we all waved and said “hi, Dad” and LB waved back at us and I have not felt more proud of a father figure in my life.

Main set ends and everyone goes off stage for a few minutes and some people seemed to think it was legit over and were really happy to learn that there was still some more.

Frozen happens and it is terrifying chaos BUT DAMN CAN AMBER SING. I feel like she sings that song better than most people who try to do covers of it.

And then POKEMON TIME. It is the most impossible chaos for them to not be crashing into each other the whole time.

Carlo came out dressed as the Snorlax and just flops down on the stage and looked legit terrified someone was gonna run over him at a couple of moments but there were no accidents.

And then it was over. We took a picture all together. The instrumental for Other People was playing while we got situated for that and Amber looked really sappily happy but also kinda embarrassed that we were singing her song to her.

LB gives me his drum stick and wished me a happy birthday again before leaving the stage

DJ comes up with a sheet of paper that we all know is the setlist and people’s hands come flying up and I get crushed against the barricade since everyone behind me pushes up to get it. He folds it lightly and bats their hands away with it to make sure he GIVES IT TO ME.

We all make our way to the bar and get some water because we are all dying from screaming and singing for 2 hours before we make our way to the line for Justin’s Meet and Greet. The man is just chatting with folks and taking his time and the venue staff is like “c’mon man, we gotta go” and hurrying him along. And I think they had a flight to catch so they couldn’t linger, either, since they had a concert in Atlanta the next day. DJ comes running through the line to take a video and literally trips coming up the stairs. He showed us after because we were at the end of the line and he needed to show it to someone to laugh off the embarrassment lol. He edited it out before uploading it to Justin’s Instagram, poor soul.

Justin takes a picture with me eventually and I told him “thanks for making it worth coming all the way from Jersey” and he said something to the effect of you’re welcome and I’ll try to come back soon or whatever and then it is time for the trip back outside to the cold.

So this was the most amazingly wonderful concert experience I think I have ever had. In. My. Life. And definitely one of the most memorable birthday experiences I think I have ever had. In. my. Life. Thank you to everyone who was part of it. I’m writing this 2 days later while I sit in the airport, waiting to fly home and wake up from this wonderful dream. I’m gonna get home and just cry because the post-concert depression still hasn’t set in because I’m still not sure any of it was even real. Being back home is going to make it all settle in, I think.

#Hohio #Amber #f(x)#TourX #LB #Leo #Justin #JustinPark #best way to spend a birthday #wonderful memories were created

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kmp78 · 5 years ago

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The story.

The story behind the hotel piccies, I mean!

Originally I had no clue where they might even be staying, since Oulu has exactly zero 5* hotels so I was kinda skeptical about JL/SL staying there overnight at all - in fact, I still think they might have only flown into town on Saturday just prior to the gig, but let´s get to that a little later! 😜

Anyway, as I stepped off the train I didn´t really have a plan in place which would have maximized my odds of running into the Letos, so I just bounced around town for a few hours - until I saw that Stevie had posted a snapshot of their hotel´s courtyard and BOOM! I recognized it as one of the central business hotel-type establishments. Not a 5* hotel by any means, but good enough for the crew obviously! 😆

So I chose to swing by the hotel as it was right around the corner, and indeed I was able to spot that errand girl Jackie and some other roadie dude goofing on bikes on the courtyard - and pretty soon SA also swerved in. I didn´t approach any of them because... why would I? Meh. Who cares. 😴

Nothing more seemed to be happening at the hotel tho so I split and went on with my day until a few hours later as I was making my way towards the marina again and I realized that the hotel was once again just around the corner, so I decided to do a little “drive-by inspection”, if you will! 🤭

And whaddya know! Who do I spot approaching the hotel? 😳

Only one of the most fervent...well, let´s just call her a “megasuperduper fangirl”. You know, the type who tours the globe after Mars and does 93 M&Gs per tour etc... 🙄

I´m not naming names here but you all know her and she has been discussed here many times. 😉

Anyway, I see she just waltzes into the hotel like no biggie (I know she didn´t stay at that hotel because she had posted from another hotel a day earlier), which got me thinking that... well, if SHE can just go into a hotel she´s not staying in, then why can´t I? 🤷🏼‍♀️

And thus I boldly followed her in - aaaaaaand almost had a stroke when I glanced at the gaggle of triad shirt-wearing females sitting around on sofas in the corner because among them was ANOTHER “megasuperduper fangirl” who is also very famous in our circles. Again, not naming names but you all know her too... 🙊

Well, “FOR REASONS” I was not about to go over there or hang around anywhere near their little sofa circle so I went and took a seat in the lobby´s kiddie play section which not only offered a power outlet for my phone but also a direct view to the elevators and main lobby. 🤟

After maybe 15 minutes or so, the echie group was suddenly summoned by SMG and led to one of the conference rooms to the side of the lobby.

Yes I am a bit slow, but only then it clicked why that group was here. The M&G was taking place at the hotel! DOH! 🤦🏼‍♀️

For some reason I had assumed it would be at the festival backstage area like mine was in Getafe, but nope! It was at the hotel - which naturally meant that if the fans were lead to the room via the main lobby, the “band” would be too... 😯

Side note: the M&G group was TIIIIIINY! Maybe 15-18 people tops...

After the group left, mars crew activity in the lobby intensified: Matty Vogel was coming in and out with huge trunks and bags and and and some random roadie was telling him how amazing the sunset had been in Oulu the night before - confirming my suspicions that Matty had not spent the night in Oulu...

And if Matty only arrived earlier that day, I´m pretty sure so did the Letos! 🤷🏼‍♀️

SMG also popped out to the lobby and looked around all confused, obviously looking for someone but failing in it so she went back in.

Then Kenny came down to the lobby reception to ask about the wifi not working (uh oh...), and then asked them for an extension cord and scissors (ooookay...) and MAAAAAAYBE HAPPENED TO DROP THE NUMBER OF THE ROOM WHERE A CERTAIN SOMEONE WAS STAYING...😳

Oh Kennyyyyyy... Maybe keep that information a little more hush-hush...? 🤨🙉

Well, I chose not to climb up and go kick down the door for room 62X because I had already secured a nifty spot on the lobby couches so Messiah was quite safe, I assure you! 🤭

Then Kenny headed to the M&G room right past me - and let me tell you, that tiny lady looked exhausted as hell... Yawning wiiiiidely and looking slightly disheveled while constantly checking her phone. 😣

Soon she returned from the M&G room and headed up, and then in turn that new chick Jackie came down and sat down right next to me (I kept my headphones on and fiddled with my phone but I could still hear her audibly sighing (one of those annoyed-stressed sighs... Gee wonder who might be the cause of such deeeeeeeep sighs...🤔)

Only a few moments later the elevator doors pinged and...

They walked SOOOOOOO close to me, SL legit could have tripped on my foot (that´s my leg/knee you can see at the bottom...) 😂

When the door to the M&G room was opened, I could hear the group SINGING (I think it was WoW but can´t be sure) which is EXACTLY what Reni asked us to do in Stockholm as well, because apparently that would make the band arrive faster...

Childish much? 🙄

Also... THAT PESKY CHARLES MANSON THING JUST KEEPS CREEPING BACK INTO MIND... 😶

Anyway, I decided to double my odds of Letospotting and stayed put for the duration of the M&G, and soon I was joined by 2 Finnish drivers waiting for the band/crew to take them to the festival.

They kept chatting about how the band had ordered food to be brought backstage, but wanted it IN THE MIDDLE of their set, which made no sense to them... 🤔

And me either! 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh except if the food items were also meant for the band´s... special guests waiting in the backstage area...

Hmmm.

Suddenly I heard noises coming from the M&G room´s direction, and I realized the event was over and got ready to get my pap on again...

JL was being EXTRA animated and lecturing Jackie about who knows what...

He def was into it, whatever “it” happened to be. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Interestingly enough, the hotel also housed a girl´s soccer team as well as other randoms, and NO ONE was allowed to use the lifts when the band was on the move!

Can´t risk those germs from normals, obviously! 🤢

MAJORLY IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE!!!!!!

It felt like a really short time that the Letos spent in that room, so I checked time stamps on my pics.

The pics of them walking in were taken at 20:25, and the pics of them walking out at 20:50, which means that THE M&G IN ITS ENTIRETY AKA THE Q&A SESSION AS WELL AS THE PICS TOOK ONLY 25 MINUTES!!!

I shit you not, folks. 😶

TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES.

Granted there were less than 20 people in attendance, but that´s no excuse! In fact, had it lasted the standard 45-50 minutes, the people who had paid $300-700 for that event could have gotten an extremely cool and personal experience with plenty of time for everyone´s questions, general chat and perhaps most importantly: the pic session would not have felt like a rushed cattle drive!

But... there it is. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Twenty-five minutes is all you get for a shit ton of money, guys!

Thank the friggin´ lords above I didn´t buy a M&G because HOLY SHIT.

HOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT!!!!!

Ugh. 😑💸

After the Letos disappeared upstairs, I chose to abandon my post and finally head out to the festival grounds (all the M&G folks left too so I figured if they dared to leave their Messiah, I might as well...)

Cut to an hour later, at 22:31 (only 1 minute after scheduled kick-off time whaaaaaaaaat...?!?! 😱), Monolith started booming from the speakers and show got underway.

Nothing much to add about the concert that wasn´t already mentioned in that review I posted earlier... You can still check the recording from the show on my IG for a few more hours! 😉

It really was exactly as lazy and re-re-re-re-re-re-reheated as we all suspected it to be - even down to the inbetween-song quips. 😴

“Has anyone ever heard of a song called The Kill?”

Has anyone NOT heard that sentence before?! 😒

Doubtful. 🤷🏼‍♀️

The only memorable differences I could notice were that against all odds, SL's singing wasn't as bad as it has been previously, and that JL has graduated from shirts to hats:

Oh and of course that little outburst at Shayla was a nice touch. 👍

All in all, concert-wise I can't say I would have missed anything had I not gone to this one.

But the side events and whatnot...

Well, they were kinda amusing, not gonna lie! 😂😜

#concert review #sort of 🤷🏼‍♀️

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the-beastslayers-queen · 5 years ago

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A Dangerous Game: Chapter 1

So this is my new story I’ve been working on. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @biforbecky2belts @writtingrose @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk and if anyone else wishes to be tagged for this beauty, hit my inbox.

“Cat,” I heard my brother call me from downstairs at the entryway to my studio loft apartment, “We’re going to be late if ye don’t hurry yer arse up!”

“You can’t rush perfection, Finn,” I shouted back, “Besides, this is my party and I can be late if I want to be, damn it.”

I smirked as I heard him groan at knowing I was right. I made sure I had everything I needed. Lipstick? Check. Hair ties? Check. Phone? Check. Ipad? Check. Side piece? Of course check.

See the thing with my life is that I am the second-in-command of my brother’s gang, Bálor Club. Brother’s real name is Fergal Devitt and I’m Catriona Devitt. But we go by Finn and Cat (And only a select few call me Catie) Bálor. We do it to keep our illicit activities from getting back to our parents. Now a key thing to note is that Finn and I aren’t blood related. I was adopted when I was just a baby, but I don’t have an Irish accent anymore since I was sent to the US for middle school through college because my birth mother’s brother, my uncle, had asked if he could be involved in my life and help get a really good education. So I went to an elite, all-girls boarding school and then went to the Michigan State University for a major in criminal psychology and a minor accounting. It was while I was at school I also dabbled in computers and coding, becoming a hacker and a computer builder as a hobby and to make some extra cash on the side. I’m like a genius.

So when I returned home to Bray, Finn had told me he was the leader of a gang and that he was heading to Orlando to get things started there, I followed him whole-heartedly. I was going to watch his back and help keep his books for him. Plus with my major I knew how to out think the cops.

Since I was put in charge of the money for our gang, I kept my iPad with me at all times. I had the program on there that I designed myself that can hack into any bank account I needed to and I could syphon funds or if I needed to make someone disappear, I could do so with a few keystrokes and I leave no digital evidence behind in the systems I crack. I designed my program to delete itself entirely from any server it gets placed into.

But with any gang, there tends to be competition. Bálor Club has two main competitors. The biggest threat to us is Clan McIntyre. They’re led by Drew McIntyre, his second-in-command Baron Corbin, and his sergeant-at-arms Dolph Ziggler. But another threat that can’t be ignored is The Authority. They were very well established when we first arrived in Orlando, but were willing to help us get started since they were at odds with the Straight-Edge Society and the Corre at the time and we helped them run those two out of town. The Authority even split the assets left behind by the two gangs as a token of peace between us.

But we’re now on shaky ground due to my soon-to-be announced engagement tonight at my party. Clan McIntyre and The Authority do not see eye-to-eye with each other and for us to be aligning with them through my marriage to McIntyre himself, it makes it very fragile with the dealings between us and The Authority. So Finn is going to be having some key members of The Authority at the party to work on a way to keep the peace between all of us. More than likely Finn is going to try to offer himself up to one of The Authority’s daughters, Bayley, in order to satisfy all parties.

All I knew is that this was too much politics for a hacker to keep track of so I left that with Finn. I just handled the money and the digital traces of our organization, maybe running a couple of the legit businesses if I was bored enough. But for the most part I left the politicking to Finn since he was so good at it. He was the one that arranged my marriage and he was going to put his silver tongue to the test tonight.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance and having all the contents in my purse accounted for, I descended down the stairs from my bedroom to my brother as he stood in the doorway waiting for me. I embraced my brother, enjoying his softer side he only showed to me when we were alone or around our parents, and led the way out of my apartment to head to our most popular business and the venue for my party, The Bullet Club.

When we arrived to Bullet Club, the party was in full swing. I saw my two closest friends and my personal bodyguards when I have to conduct Club business, Gallows and Anderson waiting for us at the club entrance. I ran up to the two men and embraced them both.

“How are my good brothers tonight,” I asked them, “Any good marks for me to con out of a couple drinks?”

“And what would your new fiancé have to say about that, Catie,” Anderson asked with a smile, “I’ll keep an eye out, like a good wingman, and find you an easy sucker to buy you all the drinks you could want.”

“Anderson,” Finn scolded him, “I would like to keep her from getting completely wasted in front of McIntyre tonight. So please, for the sake of our good friendship, don’t get her any marks tonight.”

“Kill joy,” I grumbled as I crossed my arms across my chest with a huff.

“You’ll thank me later for this, Catie,” Finn kissed my cheek, “I’m going to go find McIntyre and have him come see you in our office above the DJ booth. Then I’m going to conduct business with Hunter in the VIP section. Behave, Cat, there’s a lot riding on your first impression with Drew and his clan.”

“Alright I’ll play nice,” I threw my hands up in surrender, “But only for you, deartháir mór.”

I walked off with Gallows and Anderson in tow, making my way up to the office above the club. As I cut through the crowd, I ended up getting bumped into by a man with long dark hair and a small patch of it bleached blond. I locked eyes with him and lost my train of thought in his dark dreamy eyes. I mean he was quite a bit taller than me, maybe 6’1”, and he was fairly lean. He was just so damn attractive.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he recovered his balance, “I didn’t see you behind me. I’m Seth.”

“Catriona,” I replied as I held my hand out to him, “You can call me Cat, Seth.”

Seth smiled softly towards me and shook my hand. Once his hand touched mine I felt something like a spark of electricity. Now I was intrigued by him. But like Finn said, I had business to attend to first.

“Can I buy you a drink, Cat,” he asked as he looked to my guards.

“I actually have some business to attend to,” I replied, “But when I finish, I might have to take you up on your offer.”

I left Seth on the dance floor and continued on my way up to the office. Once I arrived, I took off my coat and hung it up on the coat rack by the door before I sauntered over to the big desk that sat in front of the large window that looked out over the dancefloor, and plopped down in the giant chair before I spun it around to look out over the dancefloor. I spotted Seth dancing with four girls and two other guys. I wished I was down on that dancefloor with him, but I had to put what I want aside for the sake of my brother and our club and get prepared to meet my fiancé tonight.

I heard the door open and turned around in the chair to find Finn walking in with a giant of a man with dark hair pulled back from his face and a thick, closely trimmed beard. He was smartly dressed, wearing a nicely tailored suit that did not end up hiding his impressive physique. I was enjoying the sight of this attractive man in front of me.

“Drew, this is my sister and right hand woman,” Finn introduced me as I kicked my feet up onto the desk, “This is Catriona Bálor.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet ya, lass,” Drew bowed his head to me, “Your brother hear has told me a lot about ye. But if you grew up together, where’s yer Irish accent.”

“I lost it,” I replied, “Since I spent my teenage years here in the States in a small town in the mid-west. It comes out only when I force it or if I’m speaking Gaelic. Otherwise, I blend in like I grew up here all along.”

“Anyway,” Finn stepped to stand between me and Drew, “Now that you’ve met, do you want to go arrange the wedding or going through a courtship first before we seal the deal.”

“I would like to enjoy an engagement with your sister,” Drew replied, “We can have a long engagement to let her get to know me and get familiar with my operation. I do not wish to make her marry me as a stranger and be forced to remain with me. Even if she wishes not to marry me, I’m sure we can still remain allies out of respect. If I see reason to break the whole alliance off, I will inform you first before I take you to war, Bálor.”

“Does that work for you, deirfiúr beag,” Finn asked me.

“Yeah that will work,” I agreed, “Am I free to go? I’d like to go get drinks and dance for a while.”

“Of course,” Drew answered before Finn could, “I will go out tomorrow to find the perfect ring for you, but for tonight I want to talk business with your brother.”

I booked it out of the office and ran into Gallows and Anderson. I knew they would end up following me down to the dancefloor, drawing attention to me. I wanted to go down to find Seth again and take him up on that drink. I didn’t like how cocky Drew came off with me, sure he was attractive as hell, but I did not want to marry him. He came off like a guy that would be controlling and dominate in the relationship. What I wanted was a man that could be in charge, but knew when to let off and let me be in charge. Drew did not seem like that kind of man.

“I’m going to the dancefloor,” I shared glances between Gallows and Anderson.

“And you want us to stay guard Finn over following you,” Gallows finished my sentence for me.

“Consider it done,” Anderson added, “We know you want to keep your low profile to go see that Seth guy. Just be careful. If you pursue him, you’ll be playing with fire.”

“I know what I’m doing,” I reassured him, “I did this when I was dating Pete.”

“Yeah and how did that end up working out for you,” Gallows perked his eyebrows at me.

“So Pete and I ended up splitting,” I replied, “And he got a tongue lashing from Finn for even trying to date me. I promise I’ll be careful. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Devlin pub to meet with Jordan to go over the books.”

I took my leave and made my way to the DJ booth to make a few requests and passed the DJ a $100 dollar bill tip so I got my requests first before I made my way to the dancefloor. As my first song came on, I swayed my hips to the beat of the track, letting the music take control of every fiber of my body and getting lost in the crowd for a moment.

As I danced, I felt a pair of hands grab my hips. I looked up over my shoulder to find Seth there. I smirked at the fact that he ended up finding me instead of me finding him in the crowd.

“Is your business done,” he asked as he pressed his body into my back, “Because if you’re still interested in that drink, I’m still willing to pay up.”

“A drink sounds great,” I replied, “Lead the way to the bar, handsome.”

Seth took my hand and guided me between the bodies dancing around us. Once we got to the bar, it was much easier to talk and hear each other. I love being at the club, since I loved to dance. But on the other hand, I do like intimacy and bars, like our dive bar in the rougher part of Orlando, The Coup De Grace. It was the one business I enjoyed running for my brother since the regulars were nice and the people we have working there were the best.

“Now that we can really talk,” Seth started once he had our drinks ordered with the bartender, “I have to ask, what kind of ‘business’ did you have to attend to?”

“Well the party here at the club is in my honor,” I replied, “I’m supposed to be getting engaged.”

“Oh shit,” he recoiled from me a little, “Maybe buying you a drink isn’t the best idea.”

“Hey,” I grabbed hold of his hand, “The fiancé hasn’t put a ring on my finger yet. I only just met him tonight. Let me have tonight with you and if things go south with him and this whole arranged marriage, I need a booty call.”

“Oh so I’m a booty call,” he smirked, “Sweetheart, you won’t be able to keep me as just a booty call.”

“Someone’s cocky,” I smirked as the bartender handed us our drinks.

“Confidence is more the term I prefer,” he replied with a smug smirk on his face, “Maybe after a couple drinks I could take you to my apartment and really have fun.”

“Yeah keep dreaming pretty boy,” I replied with a sarcastic laugh, “I’m letting you buy me drinks for now. If you’re lucky and I like after a couple rounds, we’ll see about going back to your place.”

“Yo Rollins,” Seth and I both perked at the sound of a man coming over to the bar. This guys was huge compared to Seth. His black hair was pulled back in a neat bun and his goatee was crisp and cleanly shaved. He wore just a simple t-shirt and jeans, the shirt exposed this intricate Samoan tattoo on his right arm, which meant this guy was Samoan. He was followed by a guy with somewhat shaggy strawberry blond hair that hung his face and he was clean shaven and wore a white t-shirt, a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black boots.

“Hey brother,” the blond greeted Seth, “Dad is meeting with Bálor right now to look into making arrangements between him and Bayley. He told us to get you so we can join the meeting. Oh who’s this lovely lady?”

“This is Cat,” Seth replied, “Looks like I have business to attend to. I’ll handle the tab for this round. I’ll have to get another round with you some other time.”

Before Seth left he got out a pen and wrote on a napkin and handed it to me. As he left I looked down at the napkin to find his name and phone number written on it. I smiled and looked up to watch him disappear into the crowd.

#seth rollins x oc #seth rollins fic #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction

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staytheb · 5 years ago

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Official Anyways

Pairing: GOT7′s Mark x OC [Violet] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 5,223 Summary: Whether or not of what others may think could be legit or not legit, only those involve are sure of the answers themselves. What makes it official is when both parties actually confirm to one another that it's official.

Warning: none except like always it hasn’t been proof-read since it was last shared 3 years.

this was for the same contest as Leap of Faith, but it was due to someone bailing at the last minute and i gave it a shot to see where it would go. then again i’m always stuck with MT man... like can he leave me alone? lol anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Here you go, Vi." Violet's supervisor, Lara, hands her a call-in ticket with a grin. "The customer, J.F, wants you to make these." "Again?" Violet said a bit confused. "That's like the fifth one today and it's almost six." "I know, I know. But that's what the customer wants. They'll be here in an hour." Violet pouts. "But I'm off in two minutes and you know how Lyle feels about us milking the clock." Lara smirked at her. "I guess you'll be getting those sixty minutes of overtime this week. And 'milking' is part of our job, Violet." Violet glares at her lead's lame joke who just continues to grin at Violet. "Oh, haha, funny, Lala." She scrunched up her face and then remembered something. "But it's Christmas' Eve. I thought we were supposed to close at eight?" She looked at the monitor screen and saw that it flashed 6:02 PM and frowned. "Why haven't we done the pre-closing yet?"

"Why are you so worried? Got a hot date with Mark tonight?" Lara teased her. "What? No." Violet answered slightly flustered. "There's no hot date or anything of that sort. We're just talking. That's it." "For like how long already? It's been at least three months by now since you've guys been 'talking'." Lara shot her a weird look. "Please tell me that something must be going on between the both of you. Tell me you're at least official." Violet remained indifferent. "I'm not telling you anything except that we're not official and so what? He's a friend of Jackson and technically, my friend, too since knowing him about a year now. Anyways, what does it matter to you? We just talk and that's it." "Uh huh." Violet continued to convince her supervisor otherwise. "There's seriously nothing going on between us. We just talk like how friends talk to one another." "Yeah, like friends until late at night at four in the morning. Friends. Sure." "Shut up. I don't know why we're on this topic. Let's go back to why we're not closing early."

Lara grinned, but dropped the topic and continued with the previous one. "Well, Lyle changed his mind at the last minute. We're closing at nine thirty instead today." Lara informed her. "Didn't Minnie tell you?" "No." Violet groaned. "And she left two hours early, too." "Well, that's Minnie for you." Lara chuckled as she patted Violet's back. "Also, we had the notice on the door for two weeks now. You didn't see it?" "No, I didn't." Violet groaned again as Lara continued to rub her back. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Tomorrow's Christmas and we're off!" Lara then whispered the other part in a teasing manner. "And you can enjoy more late night talks with your boy toy." "He is not a boy toy!" Violet exclaimed and then toned down her voice when her co-workers shot her knowing looks. Lara laughed beside her and Violet elbowed her. "That was totally not cool, Lala." "Hey, you're the one that overreacted after hearing 'boy toy', Vi. Not me, but you."

"Whatever and again, he's not a boy toy, or mine for that matter." Violet grumbled shooting her co-worker a glare. "I don't even know how that even came about." "The boys in the back talk, Violet. Remember that." Lara told her with a chuckle as Violet rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. I forget that some of them are friends with Jackson and Mark, too. Ugh." Violet let another grumble. "Stupid back house boys always messing around with me." Violet then glanced down at the piece of paper and her eyes widened upon how many custard drink items were on it. "Are you serious, Lara?" She holds up the list. "There's like ten drinks on here." Lara had walked away to do something else while still replying. "Technically it's sixteen, but that's all on you since the customer specifically asked for you to make them or they don't want it at all if made by someone else."

"That's messed up, Lara. You couldn't lie or something?" Violet frowned and then glanced at two of her co-workers. "Hey, Carol or Megan can do it." She pointed at them when Lara turned to face her. "This J.F person wouldn't even know the difference." Lara gave her a firm look. "Look, Vi, that may be true, but that's close to a hundred dollar bill right there, and I already told them that you were here. So get going as ten minutes have already passed." Lara interrupted her from thinking otherwise. "And no, the others can't help you as they have other things to tend to." "But it's a lot, Lara." Violet tried, but Lara shook her head. "Just focus on that call-in order and don't worry about anything else." Lara's face softened. "Besides, the faster you get it done and over with the faster you can go home after you're long shift."

"Fine." Violet let out in a defeated sigh as she thoroughly read what was on the yellow slip with a pout. "Sixteen. Gah, sixteen drinks." She then noticed another co-worker walked by. "Ugh, kill me, Austin." "Why?" He asked as Violet showed him her list and he let out a low whistle. "Wow. Good luck, Magenta." He teased her before going back to the back of the house after getting a refill of his soda. "Tch. Stupid Jackson for sticking with that nickname after Mark accidentally called me that." She let out another sigh as she grabbed her pen and started to numbered the list so that she would know to make the 'least likely to melt' item first and then work her way to the 'most likely to melt' item last. "List done and now the actual tall cups." Violet then grabbed her black sharpie and wrote on the cups of what kind of dessert drink they wanted. This helped her to keep track of it all. "Wow. That's a lot and I haven't even started putting in the custard yet."

Thirty minutes later, Violet finished the last custard item, placed it onto the fourth drink carrier with the ticket list and the last three items, and placed them into the retail freezer with the other three drink carriers. "Alright, I'm done and I'm going home now." Violet announced happily as she began to untie her apron while walking towards the back of the store to put it away. Lara stopped her. "Not uh, missy. You're staying until the customer shows up." "What? Why?" Violet asked confused. "I finished the ticket. They can just pick it up without me being here." Lara shot her a wry look. "Didn't you read what was written on the back of the call-in ticket?" "No." "I think you should read it." "C'mon, Lara. It's Christmas' Eve, I've been here all day and I'm tired. Can't I just leave and go home?" Violet let out tiredly as she removed her apron while Lara shot her an understanding look. "I know, but not yet." Lara took Violet's apron. "Just clock out and sit in the office as you read the note. I'll let you know when the call-in is here."

"Fine, but can I at least changed out of my uniform?" Violet asked hoping she would say yes and noticed a smirk appearing on her supervisor's face. "What?" "Oh so you do have a hot date with Mark later tonight and it is official?" "No! I don't and we're not official. Sheesh." Violet groaned. "I just thought I had today off, but apparently I didn't. Luckily my work uniform was in my car though." Violet defended herself as Lara's face was still amused. "So you're going to be wearing your pj's around work?" "What? No. I went clothes shopping before coming to work." "Are you sure you're not going on a date with Mark?" Violet shot Lara a look. "What's up with this whole me and Mark going on a date thing?" Lara just shrugged with a small smile while waiting for Violet's real reason on going clothes shopping. "Anyways, it's because my parents want to do this Christmas' Eve dinner thing later tonight before they drive off to Texas to visit my mom's side of the family for the holidays and I needed newer and nicer clothes, too. Okay?"

"Hey, I'm not judging you, Vi." Lara told her with that same smile. "Anyways, just kick it in the office until then. I'll let you know when that call-in order comes through so you can take care of it." "Are you serious? Are you sure that the other girls can't do it for me?" Violet pleaded, but Lara shook her head. "Nope. No can do, kiddo." "I'm the same age as you." "Don't care. Anyways, hurry and clock out so you can change and not milk my clock." "I thought 'milking' was part of our job, Lara." "It is, when you're actually doing anything milk related, duh, Violet." "Tch, whatever, fine." "That's a good girl." "Not funny." "It wasn't supposed to be." "You're a jerk, you know that?" "I am the boss and need to make sure the kids listen to me." Lara grinned at her. "Now, go. You're bringing up my labor." "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it even though earlier you said it didn't matter." "I changed my mind." "Mmhmm."

Violet walked back to the front of the store and told her fellow co-workers that she was done for the day, but would be in the back chilling if they wanted to disturb her or whatever. She then clocked herself out, made her way to the retail freezer, grabbed the call-in ticket, headed back to the register to print out another ticket just in case someone asked about the items, and replaced the one she took. After doing that Violet made her way to the back and entered the office, grabbed her bag, and went into the employee bathroom to change. After doing all of that did she finally make her way back to the office to wait for this J.F customer to show up. Not sure what to actually do, Violet just settled herself onto one of the rolling chairs and played some random movie on the work's computer before remembering about the note on the ticket. "I guess I could read it and prepare myself when they arrive." Violet began to read the message out loud.

"Dear Lovely Lady Between the Shades of Red and Blue..." Violet stopped reading after reading those words. "Why does this sound like Jackson? And how did Lara keep a straight face when she wrote this?" She shook her head with an amused look and continued reading out loud. "Thanks for always making our drinks. We greatly appreciate it. Hope to see you soon. So please don't leave yet. Sincerely, J.F." Violet raised an eyebrow after finishing the note. "That's it? So simple." She flipped it back and forth, and then placed it onto the desk. "I don't even know what I was expecting, honestly." She told herself as she ran a hand through her hair. "Well, at least I can watch this Tinker Bell movie, Secret of the Wings, until then." Violet then shot a glance at the monitoring screen next to the computer screen where cameras were placed throughout the store to monitored it and noticed a large group of people entering the place. "Too bad I'm off the clock."

Violet was so engrossed with the film that she didn't hear the third knock coming from the door until she heard her name being called when the person opened the door to get her attention better. "Violet?" "Yeah?" Violet answered as she turned to look over her shoulder at the person. "What's up, Tim?" The younger male pointed behind him. "Lara said something about serving the call-in because they're here." "Ah, okay. Thanks, Tim." "Yup." Tim returned back to the kitchen leaving Violet to pause the movie. "Ugh, and they were about to stop the Freeze, too." Violet stood up, stretched, and glanced at the monitoring screen once again. "Hmm, should be okay. Doesn't seem busy now." And then noticed the time. "Huh, they showed up a little later than said. Oh well." She left the office and made her way to the front of the store and came across Lara. "Hey, Lara. Tim told me J.F is here?" "Oh yeah, his party is around the corner at the last booth." Lara informed her while pointing in that direction with a smile. "Have fun."

"A party?" Violet let out questioningly as she gathered the drink carriers from the retail freezer. "I thought it was only one person picking up the order and then leave right after?" "Nope, it's a pretty big group and they're actually dining in instead." Lara stated as she helped Violet put the carriers onto two eating trays for her to carry them better. "Alright, go ahead and send these out to them and let me know how it goes." Lara grinned and patted Violet on the back. "Are you serious?" Violet just shot her lead a look. "You're not going to help me?" "Nope. No can do, kiddo. I gotta take this order as I sent Carol on break." Lara smirked as she pressed a button on her headset to take the guest at drive thru. "Hello. Thank you for choosing Roman's Truffles. My name is Lara and I'll be tending to you tonight. Our flavor of the day is Oreo Overload. Which is amazing, I might add. What can I make fresh for you?" Lara waved at Violet before walking away to the drive thru's register.

"Sheesh, some friend you are." Violet mumbled as she balanced the two trays and began making her way to the customer while muttering to herself. "When this order is delivered, I can go home, then the dinner with the fambam, and my precious bed afterwards." Once she was nearing the group, she put on a friendly smile for some good customer service, and greeted them in a cheery voice without actually paying attention to the faces. "Hello." She placed the tray onto a nearby table so she could hand them their drinks. Although she didn't have to, but she always did this so that the customer would get their right order without having them to figure it out and then asking for a remake even though it wasn't needed. "So I have a call-in for J.F?" "Yes." One of them answered and Violet finally paid attention to the faces and recognized him instantly. "Jackson? Seriously?" She shot him a look. "You're the one that's been doing all these call-ins today?"

Jackson grinned at her and let out his hyena-like laugh. "Yes ma'am." He then waved his arms around at the other people around them. "I don't know if I told you, but some of my family and friends came to visit from out of state and I'm treating them out." He then looked at the others while pointing at her. "This is my good friend, Violet." "Hello." They greeted her as Violet waved at them with an awkward smile. "Uh, hi." She then remembered about the drinks and started to distribute them. "Blueberry Cheesecake mixer with extra Oreo's and cheesecake pieces?" No one claimed it and Violet repeated it once more. Still no response and so she put it back and grabbed another one and moved on. She then returned to the Blueberry Cheesecake mixer with extra add-ins. "Is someone missing?" Violet asked as the others looked at one another. "Jackson, did you order an extra one?" Jackson thought about it and shook his head. "No. Everyone got what they ordered."

Violet still held the dessert in her hand while giving her friend a weird look. "But there were sixteen on the list. This one is still unclaimed for. Jackson, are you sure?" "Yes, Violet, I'm really sure." Jackson answered with a roll of his eyes and smirked at her. "Maybe you miscounted or something." "I did not." Violet then remembered she was still at work and talking with a customer and so backed off. "Alright, well enjoy. If you need anything else, please do let us know." She smiled at them as Jackson grinned at her. "Will do, Viola. Thanks." Violet cringed at the other nickname, but continued to keep the smile on her face. "OK. Once again, please enjoy." She bowed her head as she backed away. Just as she turned around, she ran into another body who just turned the corner, and the custard spilled between them while falling to the floor due to the collision.

"Oh my. I am so sorry. I wasn't looking. Oh, I'm so sorry." Violet apologized as she stared at the custard cup where it was still leaking the sticky substance before looking up at the person she had ran into. "I'm so sor- ah, Mark. Hey." She suddenly greeted him, but then remembered what happened. "Oh, I'm so sorry about this. I didn't see you." Mark cast her an understanding look. "It's alright, Violet. It's my fault." He touched the spillage on his shirt. "I wasn't looking either when I rounded the corner. Sorry." "Ah, no, no. It was totally my fault. Ah, wait, hold on." She quickly walked to the condiment's bar and grabbed some napkins. She returned to Mark's side and handed him some of the napkins. "Here. And again, I'm really, really sorry about the accident, Mark." She then picked up the broken cup and threw it away before crouching down to try and clean up the mess.

Mark joined her after wiping away at the stain on his shirt. "Violet, it's okay." "Ah, Mark, you don't have to do that." Violet told him as she was surprised by his actions. "I might as well helped you since it was my fault, too." He grinned at her as Violet just shook her head. "No, it's okay. I got this." She finished up and took the dirtied napkins from him and threw it away. "Thanks though." "You're welcome." He smiled at her as the two just stood there while she kind of remained awkward about the whole ordeal after wiping away some of the mess from her sweater. Violet then heard Mark chuckled and she looked up at him. "What's so funny?" "This reminded me on how we first met." "Really?" Violet asked as she tried to recall the memory. "Yeah, the same thing happened that time. I rounded this corner as I was running late and you had a drink in your hand and we bumped into one another. Don't you remember?"

Violet let out an embarrassed laugh. "Um, not really, but it isn't a great first impression that I really want to keep though." She then asked why he was there. "Oh, Jackson invited me to hang out, but I just got done dropping off Joey at his girlfriend's house for a Christmas party, and the reason why I was late." "Ah, I see." Violet nodded her head as she assumed the custard was for Mark and that Jackson had lied to her. "Well, um, I'll let you go then." Violet said with a sheepish laugh. "I just hope you have another shirt, well sweater, to change into though. Although you can just zip up your jacket to covered the stain." Just as Violet was about to turned on her heels and walked away with embarrassment, Mark stopped her. "Ah, Violet, wait." She turned back to look at him unsure as she was still embarrassed about the whole thing. "Yes?" Mark looked at her a bit embarrassed as he didn't know what to say or do next.

"Just kiss already!" "Just confess already!" The duo heard two different people called out and turned to look at Jackson's party where Violet noticed Lara was apart of while watching her and Mark. "Why are you there?" Violet asked her lead as Lara waved like it was normal sitting with the customers casually. "Because she's my girlfriend, Vivi." Jackson stated using another nickname for Violet as he wrapped his arm around Lara's shoulders. "Am not." Lara shrugged off his arm and moved away from him while Jackson just played it off coolly. "We were trying to help Mark out." Violet then glanced back at Mark. "Help you with what?" "Well..." Mark trailed off as he was still trying to figure out the right words. "Violet... I..." He let out unsure with a shy look as Violet was wondering where he was going with this although she could feel her heartbeat quicken its pace and thumping hard against her chest.

"Ugh, this is taking too long and it's going nowhere." Jackson let out frustrated as he patted Lara on the arm. "Lara, go with Plan B." "Plan B?" Both Mark and Violet let out confused. "What's Plan B?" Violet asked Mark as he shrugged being equally confused as her. "Honestly, I have no clue." "Leonidas! Zacharias!" Lara called out the nicknames of two boys as Violet's tall co-workers suddenly appeared and held some sort of long and gold tinsel over Mark and Violet's heads with some plant-like thing directly hanging over them. "Oh, look. It's a mistletoe." Lara feigned surprise. "Now you guys have to kiss." Everyone who was in the lobby witnessing this started clapping in merriment. Violet cast Mark an embarrassed look. "This is so embarrassing and I'm so sorry for Lara's action. I didn't know anything about this." She then rubbed her burning cheeks and avoided looking at Mark. "You seriously don't have to go through with it, Mark."

Mark watched her with a small smile while letting out a chuckle. "It's okay, Violet." He then grabbed a hold of her wrists and removed them from her cheeks while meeting her gaze. "There's something I have to confess." Violet bit her bottom lip wondering what it was although she had an inkling feeling of what it may be. "And that would be?" "Well, honestly there's two, but can I kiss you first?" He asked softly as Violet grinned at him suddenly wanting to tease him. "I don't know. Can you?" His lips quirked up following along with her. "May I kiss you?" "Um..." She continued to tease him while pretending to think about it. "I'll think about it." "Oh c'mon! Just kiss him already, Violetta!" Jackson let out frustrated using another nickname as Lara elbowed him. "Don't ruin the moment, idiot." "I'm not ruining anything, Lara. Besides, they're official anyways since the day they met. OK?" "Please, you're loud voice is disturbing their moment. Shut up, already." "Rude."

Due to Jackson and Lara's bickering this snapped Violet back to reality with the others watching her and Mark. She removed her wrists from his grip and used one of her hand to rub her elbow nervously. "Um, is it possible that we could do this somewhere else without them, y'know, watching us?" Violet asked Mark while tilting her head to the group behind them and Mark looked over and then back at Violet with a small smile. "Ah yeah. How about we go and talk outside?" "That would be great." Violet let out with a relieved sigh. "Wait!" Jackson called out interrupting the duo again. "You can't just leave us hanging even though I know you guys are already official and what not." Jackson stated with a pout. "Just confess and kiss and we'll be the witnesses to your guys' love line making." "Dude, shut up. Why are you always putting in your two cents?" Lara asked annoyed. "That's so annoying."

"Because it's a free country and it's my free speech." Jackson defended as Lara rubbed her temples to calm herself as to not hit the idiot. "1, 2, 3..." "Why are you counting?" Jackson asked clueless as he looked at his family and friends for an explanation, but none of them provided him with an answer. "Maybe Lara and Jackson should be the one hooking up." Violet chuckled as she whispered this to Mark. "If it makes you feel better, he does have a crush on your boss." Mark admitted with a laugh as Violet looked at him intrigued. "You mean Lara right? Because my boss is actually the owner, Lyle, who is married and a guy, unless Jackson rolls that way. Also, there's Minnie, too, but she is also married." Mark rolled his eyes playfully. "Lara of course and Jackson's straight from what I know. Anyways, don't you notice the two bantering left and right all the time?" Violet rolled her eyes while shaking her head as she and Mark made their way outside. "I just figured it was a Jackson thing." "Yeah, it can be that too."

Once the duo was outside and had settled themselves on to the patio did Violet questioned him. "You tried to reenact the first time we met, didn't you?" "How did you know?" Mark asked surprised that she had figured it out. "Well, it's not that hard considering Jackson wants us to kiss and Lara doing the whole mistletoe thing and making me make all those custard items." And Violet paused to let out a slight annoyed sigh. "To which I believe the one that was destroyed was supposed to be yours, huh?" Mark rubbed the back of his neck as he let out a sheepish laugh. "Yeah." He let out lamely, but recovered. "At least it worked out, didn't it?" Violet nodded her head in agreement. "It worked, yes, but it was so not cool that I had to make all of them, Mark." "Well, Violet, that was Jackson's idea." "Really?" "Yup." 'Ugh, figures. Anyways, what does J.F stand for though?" "Oh, that is one of his many nicknames that the guys call him. J-Flawless." "Should have known it was something like that." "Well, he made that one up himself." "Typical Jackson."

The two sat there while the silence lingered between them for a moment before Violet broke it. "Um, so earlier, you said you had something to confess to me about or something like that. What was it?" Mark looked at her a bit lost and then a smile graced his face. "Well it's now or never, so I might as well just say it since it's already kinda out in the open." Violet waited for him to continue on. "Violet, I like you." Mark confessed as Violet just stared at him shocked by his sudden confession. "Um..." Mark let out unsure as she still didn't react to his confession a few seconds later and assumed he just made it even more awkward between the both of them. "Violet?" Violet shook her head and focused back to reality. "Yeah?" "Did you hear me?" "Um, that you like me, right? Yeah, I did." "And?" "And well..." She let out slowly while gazing at him a bit shyly. "I like you, too, Mark."

Mark let out a relieved breath. "Oh, good. Because I really wanted to do this for a long while now since we first met." Before Violet could asked what that was, Mark had leaned across the table and tenderly placed his lips against her sharing their first kiss. He pulled away with a smile as Violet softly touched her lips. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that." She then looked up. "Well, at least the mistletoe didn't make you do it." She chuckled while glancing back at Mark. "Well, I wanted to do that then too, but it was kind of awkward at the time." "Tell me about it." Violet indirectly confessed in wanting to kiss him back then as Mark raised an eyebrow intrigued. "So you wanted to kiss me then, too?" "Yeah, but I didn't know how you felt about me." Mark leaned closer with a wide smile. "Well, now that we both know how we feel about each other. Let's try that kiss again." Violet leaned forward as well with a smile. "I agree."

Just as they were about to lock lips once more, they heard a thump against the glass and turned to see the others watching them. "BE OFFICIAL ALREADY!" Jackson yelled through the glass with Lara pulling him away in annoyance. "I don't know if to be embarrassed for myself or for them." Violet let out with a laugh as she used her hand to block them from her sight and looked over at Mark who also let out a laugh. "How about we just ignored them." He grabbed the collar of his jacket and raised it up and leaned even closer to Violet blocking the both of them from the onlookers. "Is this better?" "Yes. Much better." The two shared another kiss before pulling apart and Violet remembered she had other plans tonight. "Hey, I gotta go. I have this Christmas' Eve dinner with my family and I'm kinda running late." "Don't you have to change?" Mark pointed at the stain on her sweater. "I need to, but I'm already late as it is and my house is kinda far where I need to go."

Mark shook off his jacket and handed to her. "Here, take this." Violet didn't reach for it. "Oh, but that's yours. Don't you need it?" "I have another one in the car. Besides," He grinned at her as he still held out the jacket for her to take, "You can always return it to me tomorrow and borrow it again and returned it again." Violet took his jacket, slipped it on, and zipped it up. "Why tomorrow and I'm not the type to borrow things that belongs to others?" "Because it's Christmas and oh, you'll be borrowing from me a lot from now on." "We'll see about that and yeah I already knew that it was Christmas. So?" "And so Jackson having his annual Christmas party. We can meet there for you to return my jacket, if you want to." "Oh right, I forgot about that." Violet laughed. "Thanks for reminding me." "No problem." Mark smiled at her as he stood up. "Let me walk you to your car." "Well, I have to grab my things first." Violet let out slowly as she stood up and Mark saw her hesitation. "And?"

"Well, they're going to hound me about you and our status as everyone already believes your my 'boy toy' of sorts." Mark cast her an amused look. "You're 'boy toy', eh?" "It wasn't even like that. The boys just like to tease me, a lot." Violet tried to defend herself, but Mark just smiled at her understandingly. "I know. Austin and Michael do the same thing to me about you. Jackson more so than the others." He then took a hold of her hand in his. "How about we tackle this together since technically it was my fault that it became like this and we'll be official anyways as everybody's been saying it since the first day we met." "I'll like that." She smiled up at him. "And I'm good with the whole official part too, although it was a week for me instead of day one." "Good, because I already accepted it the day I met you." "Wow. But, thanks, Mark." She tip-toed and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You're welcome, Violet." He returned the same gesture. "Let's go."

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Someone like... Me? - Part 4 (Fem reader x Rami Malek + Gwilym Lee)

Anger is just sad's bodyguard. You had to find out the hard way. Luckily you have people who care for you, maybe they don't say it out loud but actions speak louder than words. There are relationships growing and shattering, but maybe it isn't as obvious as you think it is. Nothing is only black and white. At some time you have to put away your pride, because it's much easier losing your pride over someone than losing someone over your pride. You love Rami, deeply. Rami loves you, dearly. You know that and others see that. Everyone tells a white lie sometimes and maybe sometimes it even is for the better. But will, those who think it's permissible to tell white lies, not soon grow colourblind? Wordcount: + 3,9 k Warning: none, fluff

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I check my phone. Ugh. It's 4.53 pm already. I've been in here for over 45 minutes. I wonder how Rami reacted when he heard about my incident. Hmm... he does know, doesn't he? Yea he must've heard. Gwil was talking to someone. And he was very specific in saying that Rami was not welcome. Who was he talking to anyway? And why didn't he want Rami to come? Ok that one is not so hard to understand. I need to remind myself to finish that conversation later, I had with Gwil earlier.

The nurse startles me for a bit when she lets me know we're done. I thank both her and the doctor and walk out of the room. Suddenly I feel so dumb about what I did. That I just lost my temper like that. In front of someone. Gwil nonetheless. O my God facing him in a bit will be so embarrassing. Hmm.. I could sneak away through some side door.. Nah, I can't just bail on Gwil like that after what he did for me. Especially since he helped me and brought me here. When I walk through the big slide-doors, Gwil holding this helium balloon you always can buy in a hospital. And... Joe? So that's who he called earlier. Sigh, I'm so relieved.

With my most embarrassed smile I hold up my arm. ''well, good thing is It probably doesn't get any worse than this''. Joe starts laughing right away in a really (bad kind of) evil way, shaking his head. ''ohhh. Ohhhh No, no ,no. Look Amelia, that's where you're wrong. See.. it DOES get worse''. He walks to the counter and asks something to the nurse behind it, who then hands him something. With a bright smile he holds up a marker. ''Oh yeah. ME FIRST''. To: Amelia-Rocky-Balboa-L/N. From: Joseph ;-). It says.

Gwil starts laughing. ''Mate you know that's not how writing on a cast works right? It's not a postcard''. Joe rolls his eyes. ''Okay well how about this then?'' He draws something quick. ''JOE! NO WHAT THE HECK'' I growled to him. He's fakely wonder-struck. ''You drew a fucking dick on it'' I now say loude, so a few people turn around and some of them even start giggling.. ''You know I need to work in a few weeks right? I can't go to work with a dick on my cast''. Joe finds it very funny, laughing out loud and even Gwil can't hold in his laugh

''We also got you these. Thought it might cheer you up''' Gwil says as he gives me the balloons. ''Thank you so much guys, you really shouldn't have'', I say while giving them both a kiss on the cheek. ''Let's go. I'm hungry'', I say and they both agree. ''Starvation.. Oh starvation'' He says like he's quoting Shakespeare. And then continues ''IS UPON US ALL'' in a really dark tone. I can't help but burst into laughter. Goofball. As I'm walking in between the two of them, making my way outside, I stick my arm though theirs, walking arm in arm. ''you guys are the best, you know that right''. ''Oh. WE KNOW'' Joe says as he winks at me.

As we step outside I decide I first want to smoke a cigarette. I need it. ''Sorry'' I say apologizing to Gwil. He's not a fan of smoking, but I've been down to like 3 or 4 cigarettes a day so I'm really proud of myself. ''Okay well in that case I'm going to leak the lizard first'' and he's walks away. I'm making some small talk with Joe while Gwil's gone, when suddenly he says ''I thought Rami wasn't supposed to be here''. ''Well to be honest I know nothing, I think Gwil made that call, why?''.. He then points to the counter, where Rami is talking to a nurse. I see the nurse pointing towards us. When he turns around I see he's holding the biggest bouquet of flowers. I know I should still be mad but.. Him coming here, even though a man of nearly 6,5 feet tall told him not to, is just sweet. He comes walking in fast steps towards me and before I can even say a word he gives me a big hug. Not letting me go for another few seconds. ''Amy I'm so sorry – how are you? What did they say?'' I show him my arm. ''well there's a fracture in one of my knuckles, a hair fracture in one of the bones of the palm of the hand ... and I broke my wrist''. His gaze now turning very seriously and sad now. ''Please remind me to never pick a fight with this one'' Joe says while holding his hands before his chest, giving a signal that he's not looking for any problems.

''I don't know anything about that but – Joe told me you shouldn't supposed to be here?'' I ask him. I know Gwil told him this, since I overheard him saying it, but he clearly doesn't care. ''If he wants to kick my ass he can, he's not restraining me from you. I needed to see how you were doing and he's not going to stop me''. At that moment I see Gwil coming around the corner. When he sees Rami his eyes spit fire and his steps get larger. He walks up to Rami in a fast tempo ''I thought I made myself pretty clear didn't I?'', coming dangerously close to him. He kind of bows over him since he's well over half a foot taller than Rami. ''The only one who can tell me to stay clear is Amy'' he responds – both not planning on backing down. Joe and I roll our eyes at each other. ''Come on macho men, put your dicks in already'' Joe laughs. ''I have to agree you guys. There's no need in fighting''. They don't listen to me and still stand still facing each other as if their lives depend on it. Sigh. "As you all may know. I haven't eaten for TWO WHOLE HOURS''.. No response. ''So Joe and I will NOW go to McDonalds, before I die of starvation. Suit yourselves if you're coming or not'' and I put my arm in Joe's, together walking towards McDonald's. Rami and Gwil following us after a few seconds.

As we walk into McDonalds. I order myself A large menu and 2 burgers with it, being the food-addict I am. When I finished my meal, Joe's looking at me with his jaw dropped. ''Jezus Christ woman – Where do you leave it all? I can't even finish ONE large menu.'' ''Can I have it then?''. Everyone starts laughing but I'm dead serious ''What? I'm still hungry.. You guys are just pussies''. When I'm finally done I unbutton my jeans, bloating my belly. ''O my God. I can't anymore. Both Gwil and Joe lean over the table to take a look and they immediately were shook. ''This is so not normal, but I need to find me a woman like you. I dated this girl once who barely ate when she was with me. You just shove a meal for 3 man in, at once'' Joe says flabbergasted. In the corner of my eye I can see Rami's hand coming closer and the moment he touches me, an electric shock immediately races through my entire body. ''When are you due?''. ''Never'' I laugh. I look at him and for a moment our eyes lock, just staring at each other. His look so sincere and sweet. ''Get a room already you guys'' Joe says rolling his eyes. ''I don't want to interfere but. I really do think you guys need to talk things over guys. You clearly love each other. Pride comes before the fall''. I look at Joe with astonishment, ''how'd you get so grown up'' I ask him. He sips his Coca-Cola ''well, in case you forgot: I AM the dad of the group, aren't I?''. That's so true. How does he even know that?

''Let's go guys. I just want to lay on the couch to digest my food baby''. Gwil and Joe leave the booth first before Rami and I get out. Gwil and Joe walk up to Gwil's car. ''You guys mind if I ride with Rami? I think Joe had a legit point''. I confess ''I'll call you tonight I promise''. I give him a kiss on his cheek. ''Don't worry, if you hadn't noticed by now I'm perfectly capable of defending myself'' I laugh while showing him my casted arm. ''You better be the king of gentlemen to her or I'll find you'' he says to Rami, giving him a hug. I hug Joe, separating our ways.

As Rami and I make our way to his car, a few blocks down, we both don't say a word. Until he stops in his tracks suddenly, grabbing my hands ''thank you. For coming with me. I've missed you so much Amy and I want to make things right''. He brushes a stroke of my hair behind my ear, holding my jaw when coming close. He gaze locked in mine. ''Can I please –'' before he even finished his sentence I press my lips on his. His mouth opens a bit so I pull back. ''Not in the middle of the street, where paparazzi can see us''. He looks at me seriously, ''do you really think I care about that? Anyone who wants to watch, may know I love you'' he says and plants a small kiss on my forehead. ''Let's go home''. He wraps his arm around my waist and we walk towards the sunset, for a moment forgetting everything that has happened in the last two days. This man sets my soul on fire and I know they say you only fall in love once with someone.. But with him? I fall in love everytime I lay my eyes on him.

''Here we are'' he says while holding open his apartment door for me. If he asks me if I want something to drink, I think about me gaining confidence when I drink alcohol, so I decide to ask for a glass of wine. As he's pouring the glasses, my eyes fall on his bedroom. His bed is a made and next to it, on his night cabine, I see a photo frame. I walk over to take a closer look and to my amazement it has a picture of us two in it.

''You remember this?'' I ask him. It puts a huge smile on my face. He doesn't even look at me to know what I'm talking about. ''Yea, 3 months ago at my parents place, at their holiday home in Florida''. We're on the beach, in the distance. Me in his arms while he lifts me up, me reaching upwards in an attempt to kiss him. ''this honestly was one of the best moments of my life'' and I'm not lying. ''It was certainly one of the best moments, yes.'' He says. ''Not your best?''.. ''No'' he says. ''Then what is your best?'' I ask. He comes walking towards me with both the glasses of wine in his hands. He sits down besides me, handing me one glass he says ''the very moment I first laid eyes on you''. Normally people would, without a doubt, think it's a cheesy way to make up for his actions, kissing my but. But I know it's not. He's sincere.

As soon as he sees me blushing, he leans over my lap to put down the glasses on the night cabin and with that a whiff of his cologne reaches my nose. God, he's wearing my favorite. He bites his lower lip as our eyes lock. I scoot over an inch closer to him, our legs touch. His gaze never leaving mine. Before I know it his lips touch mine. Gentle at first but when he opens his mouth, as an invitation to make it more passionate, I gladly make use of it.

''We really shouldn't be doing this'' he whispers against my lips. ''I know'' I reply. It both doesn't stop us from doing it anyway. I decide to stand up and take place on the bed properly, tapping next to me as an invitation for him to come lay next to me. We make out a little more. We both want more but before it gets to that, he gets up and walks to the bathroom. I can hear him turning on the bath and rumble a little. When, after a while, he comes out to the bedroom again he's only wearing his boxers. I don't know why but, this man in only boxers, bare chest, bear feet.. It's such a turn-on.

''Come'' he says as he reaches out his hand for me to grab it. He takes me to the bathroom and when I enter it, it's all dark and there are all candles burning. I get undressed and get in the tub. When he takes of his underwear, it makes me blush once again. ''you have seen me naked lots of times'' he says with rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. ''well yeah but that doesn't mean it still can't make my blush''. He acrobatically gets in behind me, holding both glasses at the same time. I take one from him and when he finally sits down properly I lay down too, my head in between his neck and collarbone. We just sit here in silence, enjoying each others company. When I throw my head back and pout my lips to him, he plants a kiss on my lips. And another one. And another one. Until things get passionate again. Before I can even say anything he says ''No, I didn't bring my flashlight but it doesn't mean I can't poke you with it.'' God his smile is so beautiful.

His eyes turning darker with lust. When I'm about to turn around to face him I can see his phone light up, next to the tub. When I look at it, I see it's Lucy.

[3] Missed calls from 'Lucy' [2] Voicemails from 'Lucy' Textmessage from 'Lucy': 'U home alone or is Amelia with u tonight.. X'

I can’t fucking believe this.

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