#and what i had to fill it has seemingly fallen apart.

[catboygoalie]

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[h5eavenly]

Fallen Star┃Jake Sim

Twenty-two - Make it easy. warnings: smut, dirty talk etc (not between reader and jake if that bothers you for whatever reason skip it), mentions of grooming and sexual abuse and lastly angst.

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Heeseung has been a constant in your life for as long as you remember. It wasn’t a specific moment that had stopped you in thought while looking at him but rather akin to a gentle breeze that passes by, almost seemingly unnoticed but the warmth it delivers stays. On the skin of your arm and in the curl of your smile.

You still remember the first time you met as if it was only yesterday, remnants of that night circles throughout your mind every now and then.

You were only a junior, dragged to a party that you surely did not belong to but when you’re that young wasn’t chasing a sense of fitting in is all what was yearned for? However, none of it really mattered. Not when you wobbled your way to the backyard of the house with anger burning fresh in your blood. Almost as sizzling as the alcohol

“Fuck!” you scream once you’re alone, your voice shakes with indignation too deep for you to make sense of “What a fucking cunt.” You mumble to yourself as you reach into the pockets of your ripped up jeans in search of a cigarette only for the pack to come up empty.

With a deep groan you throw it on the ground and step on it multiple times, in futile attempts to release some of the heat off your body, you weren’t sure if it is the hot weather or vexation that had you sweating hence why when your eyes fill with blistering tears you aren’t sure what to blame either.

“Damn girl. Are you okay?” you almost jump in terror, had not expected anyone to be here so when you turn around and come face to face with Heeseung, your cheeks color pink not at anything but the fact that he had witnessed you acting like a crazy person.

“No.” you answer as singular tear rolls down your cheek, a pathetic hiccup follows “My best friend just kissed my now ex.” You aren’t sure why you tell him that even though he didn’t ask perhaps you just needed to get things off your chest, perhaps the few last weeks have been rough at home and now your only joy has been stolen from the tips of your fingers by none other than your best friend.

“What a bitch.” Heeseung replies voice muffled by a cigarette lodged between his lips and your eyes flit down to it instantly.

“Can I have a cig?” you sniffle as your hand fiddles with your bracelet, s cheap gift that was given to you by your ex earlier that night, the metal could turn to rust with how awfully wrong it feels around your wrist.

“Sure,” Heeseung lips curled into a smirk, a puff of smoke tumbling out his lips as he extends his hand out to you “come get it.”

Ultimately you and Heeseung ended up having sex, it didn’t really mean anything. Not to you who has in need of a distraction from the magnitude of your hardships or to Heeseung who was into everything but relationships. So now years later when you’re sharing a cigarette on the balcony of your apartment as you spill the contents of burdens taking place upon your heart. It feels like recollections from that night.

“Sure, I might have worded things wrong, but did I really deserve that?” you ponder after you have just told him everything that went down last time you saw Jake at his place.

“No. he was being a dick.” Heeseung answers. Taking your cigarette from between your lips and you huff in something closer to annoyance.

You don’t find anything to say back so you fall silent, your eyes briefly shifting to the night sky, decorated with dozens of stars. You can’t help but wonder why they don’t sparkle as brightly as you remember, why it feels like a resemblance of the dull vacant corner of your heart.

“yn can I ask you something?” Heeseung asks, titling his head to look at you in time to see you nod “Do you like Jake?” your eyes widen at his question. Had not expected it and your first instinct is to deny.

No of course I don’t. are words that feel suitable to follow and yet they’re lodged in the middle of your throat and in counted seconds you decide that you don’t like that question. Because your eyes are darting everywhere as if stumbling upon an answer could lay in-between your hands or the metal rails.

You think it would have been much easier to deny if the question didn’t come from Heeseung. Perhaps it was his odd ability to look through every nook and cranny of your mind without you voicing it. To unveil your concerns one by one and then – much to your dismay- give echo to your hankering, your doubts. You were absolutely petrified to say it out loud, because saying things out loud gives them power, breathes life into every word and before you know it; it’s an inescapable reality.

“I- I don’t know.” You finally answer, an undeniable honesty fettering every word. Your insecurity nestles its way into you with a familiar route and then it’s all flashing before your shaking heart.

All the times you have asked yourself, “How many girls were here before me?’’ every time Jake’s hands sneaked around your waist with fervor, every time he laughed and then his eyes found yours as if he was checking if you felt the same, as if he wanted to make sure you were dripping with same joy coursing through his being.

And as you were fidgeting with your rattled heart, a part of you knew that you knew. A part of you knew you were running away in fear of rejection.

“Okay.” He says after a few silent beats.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“well-“ he lets out a sigh and your body grows slightly tense, as if he senses it Heeseung inches closer towards you, your shoulders brushing as he keeps his gaze ahead, the cigarette finished and you stare at the ashes “I think you did overstep. That of course doesn’t make anything he said is right or okay.” You listen curled with quiet “But we did talk about this before and this crosses the line of whatever ‘causality’ you guys agreed on. Just because you opened up to him doesn’t mean he should do the same yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out a sigh pulled from the depths of the feelings you refuse to voice “I- okay. Is it wrong for me to want to be closer to him? hoping to know more about him?” your being shakes with the vulnerability of your inclinations, Heeseung’s lips curl up in smile stitched with warmth the weather lacks, tinted with comfort you lean into.

“there’s nothing wrong with that but we don’t do things in hopes for them to be reciprocated do we baby? Especially not in these circumstances where everything is so gray.” His words filtrate through the uneasiness in you so effortlessly, despite the abiding ache you manage to find solace in them.

Silently you close the very small remaining spaces between your bodies and lean your head on his shoulder, his body makes room for you, your proximity welcomed as his arm circles your waist comfortably.

“You’re right.” You whisper and you almost feel the pride flowing through his body, at knowing that your lips twitch upwards. it's knowing when you feel like an outcast in the world Heeseung will always be your home.

“Did you guys talk after what happened?”

“No. he tried but I avoided him.” Heeseung only hums in response, resting his head atop yours.

“I do think you should talk to him. Maybe tell him about how his actions confuse you. because mr nation’s sweetheart have been crossing the line too and what he did was very wrong and assholey of him,”

Your body vibrates with chuckles as you attempt to look up at him as much as you can “Very assholey? Really?”

“I’m trying to be a good friend here.” He retorts with a roll of his eye.

“You have always been a good friend, Hee.” You say with a much lower tone, an unyielding tenderness coats your words, a warmth he silently allows himself to soak in for a couple of minutes.

“What is it that have been bothering you?” you ask after a while and Heeseung feels himself stiffen inwardly.

He contemplates for a bit if he should chase this conversation away, maybe he will convince you to a dawn a couple of drinks instead. A covered-up attempt to avoid looking into the mirror, he’d much prefer to stay curled up through the night than be awake to see the sunrise. But the ineluctable truth is that Heeseung is tired.

“A few weeks ago I slept with this girl and- you-“ his voice comes out croaked as if the silence of his concerns have manifested in the middle of his throat, he clears it “you know how I told you before about hating not feeling in power?”

“Yeah, I remember.” You reply tentatively, words woven with amiability as your gaze flickers over his face.

“that girl was very..persistent. and it reminded me of very awful things to say the least.” His hand moves aimlessly through the air and your brows furrow, a crease of a frown deepens.

“What- what do you mean by persistent Hee?”

“Don’t worry it’s not like she forced me or anything. The whole ordeal just made me uncomfortable and brought back awful things to my mind. so, I guess I haven’t been feeling like myself for a while.” He explains, an awkwardness tints his words as he puffs out a breath, a lackluster chuckle.

“I’m sorry about that stitch. you shouldn’t ever have to feel that way.”

“Yeah.” he replies looking down and stays quiet for a few minutes as your hand moves up and down his clothed arm in tries to provide comfort “no one should feel that way” he repeats.

“Is there anything I could do to help?” you ask, hand dripping to the end of his arm before slipping your fingers through the cracks of his and he grins “how about some ramen and drinks?” the same grin clambers over your face.

After a long and a very unnecessary debate over who should make it, you finally manage to force Heeseung to cook with the excuse “you’re the one who works in a restaurant!” despite the grunt he lets out, he obliges.

You sip on your glass of wine and watch him, teasing remarks thrown his way that have giggles erupting from between your lips with ease and an even funnier sight of a glare remains plastered upon Heeseung’s face. The night unravels with the same geniality spreading across your chest and needed quietude settling onto your mind.

It’s only when there’s a concerning amount of alcohol in your system that you both make the questionable decision of dying Heeseung ‘s hair, after his many complaints of being sick of the purple.

“i’m sure I have a hair dye here somewhere - aha I found it!” you’re standing on the tips of your toes in the middle of your bathroom while Heeseung leans back on your bathtub with a hazy mind, fogged by the number of drinks he dawned. With his arms crossed he watches you in your pajama shorts struggling to reach for the wanted box dye sitting on the top shelf but then you’re huffing with defeat.

He shouldn’t let his eyes wander, but they do anyways.

“I’ll get it for you.” he tells you.

“Thanks-“ he doesn’t give you enough room for his words to settle, for you to move before you feel him against his back. His chest presses you further against the sink and you almost wither away with a hushed gasp.

You aren’t sure if it’s the heat radiating off his body but when he arches his eyebrow at you, his familiar annoying smirk etched onto his face and the dye now between his hands while looking down at you, it ignites a familiar feeling all the way to your core.

“Red? You wanna dye my hair red?”

“And what’s wrong with red?” you counteract, praying the blush seeping into your face somehow isn’t noticeable when you walk past him.

“Now come on. Let’s get to work.” You grin and Heeseung follows with the shake of his head.

The process of dying Heeseung’s hair turns out to be a lot more fun than you expected. It helps take your mind from things you hope not to worry about right now. And despite Heeseung’s malicious attempts at getting dye your nose red (it’s almost deemed successful if not you dodging it in time for the color to splash onto your white couch) you manage to make it to the end of it with the both of you sane enough but not sober enough. It’s two minutes past twelve when you’re finally washing the dye out of his hair. With him sitting shirtless on the floor of your bathroom and leaning on the tub as you angle the shower head correctly.

You’re so focused on getting the color completely out that you’re not paying attention to how far you have leaned over him, with him ending up between your legs and absentmindedly his hands have taken claim on your waist. It only manages to steal your attention when you feel the tips of his fingers sneaking under the thin material of your shirt.

“Hee stop.” You complain with a breathy giggle, attempting to move a bit away from him without getting water everywhere. Your fingers brushing through his strands

“Stop what?” his hands tighten around you, and you squirm with another giggle when his fingers inches upwards, it feels cold against the warmth of your skin and goosebumps take over your body alongside a shiver.

“I’m serious! It tickles.” You berate through broken laughs and his rises alongside yours.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been on top of me like this.” He teases. His lips yearn to curve upwards at the sight of pink seeping into your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

It is more than enough for you to point the shower head at his face, drenching him in water.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry stop!” he tries to cover his face with his palms in hopes to block your makeshift gun.

“I can’t hear you.” you grin and only provide him mercy when it feels like he’s about to choke on said water.

The towel that’s on his head works as a barrier. Albeit a feeble one it is still a barrier. You tell yourself as you’re attempting to dry his hair. Yet there’s a slight tremble in your fingers, rattled breaths escaping you and suddenly you’re too focused on the way your chest falls up and down, you’re too aware of Heeseung’s eyes – stare lingering on your body. So, when he looks up, catches your gaze with a shift in them, a glint that isn’t a stranger to you and one that you are sure manifests in yours just as strong.

You couldn’t pretend to be surprised when he slowly inches upwards and towards you, his eyes darting between yours as if he’s garnering your reaction. He’s giving you time to back out but you’re only pausing in your movement, your breathing grows shaky as if you feel like you wait and wait and wait until his lips finally touch yours. It isn’t gentle- nor slow but rather two bodies clearly hungry for more.

For a split second. A mere blink of an eye, an image of Jake flashes in your head and you wonder if you should stop. It’s a ridiculous thought and you know it because no matter how many roads you’ve crossed, how scarred the tips of your fingers are, how they bleed of trying to knit together your strings of fate – it all comes down to nothing. You and Jake are simply nothing.

And you just wanted to feel something. You wanted for the first time in a while – the first time since Yeonjun and now Jake to feel good. Without stumbling upon hideous feelings like worry or jealousy or unambiguously fighting for the approval of what seems to be unattainable. You have grown weary of tolerating your own heart, bargaining back and forth in hopes of holding on for a little longer. It's the only reason you answer the way you do when Heeseung leans back just enough for him to whisper;

“Are we sure we wanna do this?” your breaths are mingling and you miss the heat of his mouth on yours already.

your body kneels into cravings; more, more, more.

“We both wanna feel good so why the fuck not?”

“Fuck yeah.” His smirk doesn’t last enough before you’re crashing your lips onto his.

It is the sole reason your gasp comes out as audible as his groan. His hands dig into your thighs as he pulls you onto his lap.

The towel falls to the ground silently as his hands roam your body, from your hips up to palming your breasts, there’s roughness dousing his movements, hurriedly traveling everywhere with purpose akin to forgetting and it is the same one that has your arms sneaking around his neck.

“You taste like soy sauce,” Heeseung murmurs, pulling back slightly with a lick to your lower lip.

“You’re the one who put so much fucking soy sauce in my ramen.” you snort, your fingers tugging lightly at the ends of his still damp hair.

“mhm. I’m not complaining. I fucking love soy sauce.”

You don’t get to register what he’s saying before he’s flipping you onto the bed and climbing atop you ardently and then he’s leaning down with intent to capture your lips yet again, his other hand sneaking down to undo the buttons of his jeans. He thinks his head is spinning, he thinks the room is bleeding crimson and he isn’t sure if it’s merely his desire.

“Wait!” you frantically stop him with a hand to his bare chest.

“What?” his brows furrow, eyes fliting down to your lips then back up.

“I don’t want you to stain my sheets.”

“Huh?”

“Your hair. It’s red. It’s gonna stain everything and I just washed my sheets.”

There’s a moment of silence that settles in, his expression falls as he studies you in what seems to be ventures to know if you’re serious – because there’s no way you are – not when he’s rock hard and he’s sure you can feel him, not when you’re sprawled under him with a flushed face and a heaving chest. But your gaze is determined, lips pursed.

“yn,” you blink at him “I don’t give a fuck if I stain your sheets. They’re gonna be ruined either way.”

You open your mouth to argue, you’re annoyed. Probably by his grin that’s doused in pomposity, and he can see it all, but he doesn’t give you a chance to let the words out before he’s crashing his lips onto yours eagerly, messily. You try to fight it, your hand curled onto a fist, and you think you’re pushing at his shoulder with all your power, but it’s all deemed worthless, especially when you’re melting against him. Your lips separating with a moan as his tongue caresses yours.

“You got so much better at kissing.” He comments with a quick wink as his hands pull your shorts and panties down. He licks his lips at the view of your glistening pussy, the room somehow grows hotter, the walls are caving in.

“Well, you’re still bad.” You roll your eyes, your hands pulling your top over your head.

“Do you have any condoms?” he asks pretending he didn’t hear your insult.

“Bottom drawer.”

“Are they Jake’s or Yeonjun’s?”

“Why does it matter?” you raise your brows at him.

“I’m just curious.” He grins, holding up his hands in surrender as he moves from atop of you “I just wanna make sure they fit because you know how massive I am.” You throw a pillow at him and with seemingly godly powers he manages to dodge it with a laugh so loud and deep from his chest that almost has him lying down on the floor.

When he’s on top of you once again it’s clear that both of you are no longer in the mood for stalling or teasing remarks. When your lips meet, desire coats your mouth as much as his. Your brain is turning into mush, not a single coherent thought exists as you feel his hand on your thigh spreading them wider, the other on the base of his cock as he guides it to your entrance.

“Ready?” he taps the tip of his cock against your clit.

“Uh-huh.” You breathe out fervently. Your palms cradling the sides of his face, and you think if you weren’t so horny you’d be making fun of the way he asked.

In spite of desperation clinging to your bodies, Heeseung sinks into you slowly. You’re not sure if he means to make you feel every inch of him or if he just simply likes moving like he has all the time in the world. Whatever it is, it has your head falling back with absolute bliss. A drawn-out moan – that is embarrassingly loud if you focus on it too much – escapes your mouth.

The stretch hurts so good.

Your body relaxes, almost melts onto the sheets as Heeseung starts moving inside of you, every thrust pulls a breathless melody out of you, and it’s met with a groan of his. A wet messy kiss atop your lips. With your eyes lolling back you almost forget who’s the person you’re with. That is until he speaks

“Oh- fucking shit. It feels like I’m diving into an ocean.”

“You’re so gross!” you complain with a whine, pushing at his shoulder.

“What?” he chuckles, resting his palm next to your head as he angles his hips better “You don’t like dirty talk?”

“I- shit” a moan interrupts you, forcing your words to fall apart “I’d prefer you shut your mouth.”

“You don’t like your boys whiny?” a smirk disperses across his lips as he quickens his movement. His forehead glistens with sweat.

“I like them dead and quiet,”

Fortunately for you, Heeseung doesn’t really say anything back to that. Only laughs as his thrusts grow deeper and faster seeming to be focusing on his need to cum and you follow.

“’m gonna cum.” He pants as he keeps pounding into you, grunts tumbles out his lips with every thrust.

Your moans are growing louder and whiner as little encouraging ‘yeah’s’ is all what he lets out till both of you are tipped over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm hits you so mind-blowingly hard that even when Heeseung rolls off you with a sigh, your body is still shaking.

“I gotta say,” he starts after a few short whiles of silence, and you hum “that was a pretty good therapy session.” His lips pull into a toothy grin as he gives you a thumbs up.

You roll onto your side with a heartwarming laugh, one that has him genuinely smiling as he watches you with softened eyes. with your messy hair and flushed face and yet you still gleam like the first time he saw you.

“Cured all my problems. 10 out of 10 would definitely recommend.” he adds, and your laugh grows louder in volume but softer in the way you it leaves you, like it flees your being without fight.

“Me too.” You smile at him.

It’s only twenty minutes later when both of you are cleaned up that silence fills the little spaces between you. It isn’t confining in any way, in fact it’s a much rather peace that you welcome as Heeseung rests his back against the headboard. Eyes glued to the screen of the tv as toy story 3 plays and you’re next him chewing on a birthday cake cookie.

“Hey stitch?” you call after finishing your cookie, dusting the crumbs off your fingers.

“Yeah?”

“Earlier when you said that girl reminded you of awful stuff,” you hesitate for a moment, yet it’s gone as fast as it comes “you meant when you were a kid, didn’t you?”

Heeseung does not avert his eyes away from the movie. His expression does not shift, and his few seconds of silence has you slightly faltering. It’s like he knew this question was gonna come up someday, maybe he’s a little more than glad it’s just you and no one else.

“Do you remember that time me and Ryujin were trying to kill a spider but then I got really angry at her?”

“Yeah, she said 'our baby boy is scared' and you snapped at her to never call you that again.” You reply as the memory comes back to you without needed proficiency. It’s solely because Heeseung was never the type to get angry. so moments where he isn’t as controlled are glued to the back of your mind.

On the screen Andy is packing his toys into a trash bag, despite your lack of love for those movies you have watched them so many times thanks to Heeseung that you think if you were to be quizzed, you’d able to recall every single scene easily.

“My teacher used to call me that.” His voice has dropped into a whisper, one that comes from shameful confessions and if you were to lean closer to him you think you’d be able to pick on the broken vulnerability that colors them.

It all clicks in your mind, like loose threads finally connecting into an actual string, pieces of a puzzle that had finally fallen into place. You recall all the times you have played truth and dare and Heeseung has spoken about losing his virginity while he was only twelve years old. The majority of you thought he was just a teenage boy playing games, exaggerating his experiences to appear cooler because when you’re that young what else do you have?

But the longer you’ve known him, the more signs you have noticed. The more you have become aware of the type person he is. The person who would never exaggerate in the favor of a lie. All the times he had warned Niki about teachers. They were all warning signs that he had to endure first.

“I’m sorry, Hee. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” You say, inching closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder just like earlier tonight. Yet your heart weighs heavy in your chest, sinking with the anguish you know remains in him.

“I had a feeling you already knew anyways,” he replies with a shrug yet his eyes sparkle like the kid you used to know or maybe it was just the light of the tv reflecting into his irises.

Was it slivers of agony or relief at letting loose?

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you’re you,” this time his eyes shift, turning to you and a slight smile tilts his lips upwards “you always notice the small things people do or say and then worry about them in this little head of yours.” He ends it with a harmless poke with his index fingers to your forehead and you push it away with a small giggle.

“Well should I be worrying about you or are you okay?” you softly ask, your words nearly drowned out by the arguing voice of Woody and Buzz.

“I will be.” He asserts.

“You know you can talk to me about anything right? I’m always here for you.” you stare at him incredulously. Despite your thoughts that you don’t voice, mostly directed at how strong you think he is. Heeseung has never seen a gaze as clear, as strengthened as yours.

“Yeah, unfortunately I’m stuck with you.” he teases with a smile and the loud gasp of offence you let out has him cackling.

"I love you, stitch."

"I don't think you should say that after we just fucked."

Your expression drops and you wish to dig your nails into his arms until bleed seeps out but you know even then that won't be enough so instead you march towards the tv and unplug it.

Heeseung's loud scream of pure pain sounds like music to your ears and you can't but laugh like a villain that has finally taken their revenge.

Heeseung has been a constant in your life for as long as you remember and you know he’s always gonna be.

There’s a weakness that coats your flesh, it remains even throughout hallow promises of collecting power during the weekend. You thought the idea of not seeing Jake for a few days would make it easier, yet it remains, remains, remains.

It wraps around your quivering heart that has been screaming for nothing but the tenderness that colors affection. It’s one that runs through the tips of your fingers as you brush your hair. It’s in the longing seeping into your gaze whenever you look into the mirror. in the sparkle stolen from the light as it reflects on the necklace around your neck. 

You don’t understand how it is all possible for this to unfold. How does longing manage to break through your anger, dwindle it into nothing as if it never existed, it shakes your bones from beneath and then you’re staring at your palms with a knot forming in the middle of your throat and the realization comes vigorously fast, akin to a beaten kid coming home from a battle she was too young to face, too naïve to discern the type of conditions she was surrounded with. Too far gone into dreamland and yanked back into reality with no time in your hands to deem yourself ready. Forced to dismantle through your delusions one by one only to finally make peace with the fact that they were nothing more than that.

Delusions.

You are no liar and yet how come you are so good at spilling endless fabrications to your reflection? Because the truth is, no you hadn’t found enough willpower in you to make peace with anything, surely not with the longing leaking across your pillow despite Heesung’s lingering scent.

The sunlight infiltrates through the spaces of your curtains announcing the beginning of a new day and sleep slowly escapes you. Your ceiling stares back at you as you ponder on the thoughts of missing Jake and wondering all the same if he feels like he lost someone important as well?

Your thoughts only seem to upsurge in volume as you go through your morning routine after you stumbled out of your empty bed, no traces of warmth are anywhere to be seen, only an ignominious ache.

It was an odd feeling. To mourn someone that wasn’t yours to begin with. You have had one-sided crushes throughout your life, gone through relationships that left you with scars that felt imprinted upon the surface of your heart enduringly yet despite all your experiences, despite all the tears you shed thinking that nothing is gonna hurt as much as this. It was nowhere near close to what you have felt these past couple of days. Switching from missing to hurt then anger and then nothing.

Distracting your mind from overthinking this is a trying task, forcing yourself not to be a coward because deep down you know every word of counsel that has tumbled out of Heeseung’s mouth is nothing but the truth. You knew you couldn’t keep running in the name of wounded pride covered up by your refusal to accept your feelings.

On your way to work you dwell on which part of you is more embarrassing, which layer of skin you wish you could peel off of you, was it your ceaseless ability to fall for the wrong people or was it the fact that you feel like you’ll forget your own name before your heart stops calling Jake’s name?

For perhaps the worst kind of luck or maybe the luckiest you could ever get (you aren’t very sure yet). You don’t get the chance to talk to Jake in the early hours of the morning. Nothing but the words “Good morning” with a nervous smile was thrown from your way to everyone else before he was pulled into his own cycle of seemingly endless work. Although it had you growing unnerved at first, somewhere along the way you fall into distractions from the fastening beats of your heart and intermingled anxious thoughts as well.

It's only during lunchtime that you stumble into him, for what feels like the first time in a while. You had wandered into one of the dressing rooms, looking for a missing piece of document you had to print out for Jay. And surprise had climbed up your face with speed you are not able to conceal at the sight of Jake slumped down onto one of the couches, his lunch half eaten on the table in front of him.

“Oh-“ you pause with a rattled breath when he looks up, his darkened gaze catches yours enriched with odd power you pretend not to know where it comes from “I was just looking for something Jay asked for-“ you hurriedly explain, as if you had managed to stagger into a space where you weren’t welcome.

But then as if every word lingering at the tip of your tongue withers away, it’s replaced with a tenacious softening in your stare, it darts between the weariness clinging onto his face, the lethargy dragging his eyes down, the weight of the earth drains the color of life from his skin and it is enough reason for tenderness to emanate from the depths of your heart.

“Holy shit.” your words escapes forcefully when your eyes land on his hands. They're badly scarred, with evidence that he had fallen into the habit of over washing them again "are you okay?" you can’t help but exclaim as sincere as you will ever know to be. Your concern only seems to deepen, pulling like tightened knots at the corners of your heart when Jake’s eyebrows drop in closer defeat than anything else.

you bite down on your lip wishing you hadn't lost control over your words.

You are oblivious to how torturous your kindness is. How the way you look at him makes his skin crawl in the worst way possible not because it’s doused in pity but rather genuine worry for his wellbeing. He is so frustrated. At you, for being so loving, so giving and so kind, so you. and then he is more than anything is infuriated with himself, with how he rolls out of bed feeling displaced in his own body, his own skin. He is extremally irritated with the cruelty of his words that echo in his mind like a broken record and then he finds irritation directed at you yet again, he wishes you would treat him just as cruel as everyone else. He wishes you weren’t as forgiving as he had hoped the world would be. He wishes you didn’t look at him as the human he always yearned to be.

He wishes

He wishes

He wishes

“I’m okay,” he clears his throat, his hand runs through the locks of black on his head when your distress only intensifies with unconvinced eyes cutting through him “yn.” he calls and you melt, a stranger overbearing urge to wail clambers over your being and him overtaken with an ache to crumble under your presence just the same, you for finding sentimentality in the cadences of his tone and him, for the way your name tastes foreign with seriousness on his tongue.

“Can we talk? Please.” He finishes, the last word pushed with a clouded whisper.

You hesitate, he thinks he senses it in the way your fingers tighten around the doorknob ever so slightly, yet only you are aware of the hastening beats of your heart, trashing around the walls of your chest and then you let out a breath, seemingly to travel from the depths of your being before you nod.

“Sure. I’ve been meaning to talk to you as well.” Your answer comes with a subtle smile titling your lips upwards.

You close the door behind you with an almost suffocating nerves tinting the air, steps twined with strained nervousness at the thought of being alone with him. Truthfully it hasn’t been that long and yet you somehow feel like it’s been decades since the last time you had his arms around you, since his lips touched yours.

“Should I start or you?” he asks when you’re sitting in front of him, your eyes dance around each other as if you had finally found time to drink each other in, as if this was the last time you’ll ever have the chance to.

“You, first.” you reply after a stretching silence.

And then it stretches a tad bit longer when Jake looks down at his intertwined fingers, seeming to collect his thoughts into words with enough meaning away from your clear gaze. He deems himself underserving of being looked at with anything other than disdain.

“I- I’m not sure how to begin but-“ he stammers, his words staggered as if lost in direction and your mind flees with the same lack of direction simply because you had never seen him this unsure – this unknowing “I know last time we talked I’ve said some really fucked up shit- that you definitely did not deserve to hear.” He looks up, his gaze unwavering compared to his trembling words “I just- I don’t know I guess I was deflecting or running away. But the point is I’m sorry.”

His sincerity renders you mute for a few counted seconds, it’s as fleeting as your hurt, your anger. As fleeting as the cracks that had formed on the surface where affection beats.

“You really hurt my feelings, Jake. It was especially hurtful because I had opened up to you and it felt like you used that against me.” you speak after a while, a bite to your lower lips as your gaze travels across his face and you watch, with devoted attention to the way his eyebrows furrow and an almost sunken expression takes over his face.

“Fuck. bunny I know.” He hisses as if the fact that pain found place in you because of him hurts him just the same “I’m really fucking sorry. I wish I could take it all back.” He continues and you chew on the insides of your cheek, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“If it means anything I want you to know none of the words I said were anything close to the truth. Niki is really lucky to have you. and I – holy fuck I think you’re such a good sister – you’re a good person and anyone to be lucky enough to have a drop of your generosity should be endlessly thankful.”

“Do you mean that?” you ask, cheeks coloring pink and your lips twitching skywards.

“I do.” He answers with a sigh.

“Okay.” your smile stretches against your will, your eyes tentatively catching his and there’s a shift in the air as his shoulders drop in something akin to relief, you’re not sure if it’s at the sight of your smile or the forgiveness that disperses across your being with no intentions to hide.

“You forgive me?” he asks, softly and weirdly vulnerable. It feels ill-fitted, yet it pulls at your heartstrings effortlessly, has your mind wandering into a hole of memories, trying and failing to pinpoint when did exactly Jake have this strong of an effect on you as your eyes loll anywhere else.

“I would be lying If I said I won’t feel a pang of hurt every time your words come back to me.” you start, your thumb and forefinger toy with your bunny necklace in what seems to be a growing habit of yours “but I know you’re being sincere right now and I appreciate that. It’s just gonna take me a while to forget.” you smile faintly, hoping to ease the bitterness that follows your words.

A deeper part of your essence knows that you have already made enough room for Jake to take pieces upon pieces of your soul, it knows that the only reason hurt would ever unfurl into your heart, it is solely out of self-doubted pity at yourself, saturated with questions upon questions that you cannot find an answer to. Simply because there’s no right for you to question him.

Did you also feel like you lost someone important?

“That’s fair.” He replies and unlike you his eyes stay glued to yours, reminders of how paradoxical you are to him, how your gaze abides with a gleam that lights up his insides, a darkened corner that shall never be illuminated by anything other than you, your existence almost helps him forget he came from poison.

It's too much for him to bear, perhaps it’s why his tendency to flee comes to life mostly around you, perhaps it’s why he would never show, perhaps because the bigger remnant of him would never allow it.

“You said you wanted to talk to me as well?” he questions when you finally catch his gaze, falling into a familiarly dangerous game that always starts with you praying not to lose.

“Oh yeah,” he had almost forgotten how easily your emotions betray you with displays you cannot hide, and now he can’t look away from the tint of pink settling upon your cheeks “I’m also sorry about pressuring you. I just thought we were growing...” your fingers sheepishly trail to your necklace once again, the dullness in his soul slowly dissipates the longer he watches you cradling what feels like a fragment of him.

For a scarce moment, a transient second where his self-control falters, he wonders if you feel the same way.

“Closer.” You finish with a smile tinged with nervousness, cutting through his moment vastly enough to compose himself.

“We were.” He exhales, a deep breath that feels stolen from the depths of your chest “I’m just an idiot so do not ever apologize to me.”

There’s a brief silence that settles upon the two of you, it’s woven with a mountain of unspoken words, it’s in the way your gaze softens so marginally and the way conflicting emotions seeps into his. Albeit not much time has passed at all, with the knowledge of your own feelings you feel more wavering than ever, easily swayed by every syllable.

Now that you’ve given a name to plaster onto the truth, you grow scared, a part of you cowers in fear. Were you foolishly drowning in your feelings that you’ll end up suffocating on this growing tension? Or were you just easily far gone, seized with an impotent lack of power? of being unable to feel solid again?

“There’s something else I need to tell you.” you breath out, as if your body is sinking with the heavy tension staining the air.

Jake nods with conformation for you to continue.

“I know we promised we would be honest with each other.” You clear your throat, the seriousness dousing your voice has him regaining focus “So...” you’re toying with your fingers, pads brushing upon your own knuckles and somehow, you’re unsure why you’re growing to be this nervous to spill the past events that has taken place.

“What is it? You can tell me.” he encourages, the softness inundating his voice feels unjust it almost has you curling onto yourself, hoping to shrink in size just so you won’t be witnessed by him.

Were his eyes always this sharp like he had the potency to peer into your inside?

“I had sex with Heeseung.” you bunglingly confess, and with curiosity filling your being, you gauge his reaction as your eyes dart everywhere upon his face.

You don’t know what exactly you were expecting to see but what ends up being reality isn’t very far from the image you dreamt of in your head on the way to work. Jake is stoic, compared to you, his eyes reveal nothing, the few parcels of softness emanating from him mere minutes ago are washed by what seems to be a silence tinged with confusion.

“Heeseung your friend that you always talk about?” you nod and something closer to surprise travels up his face vastly, in the raise of his brows you find yourself tilting your head slightly “The toy story guy?” he asks again with evident disbelief coating every word.

“Yeah, him.” You trail off slowly, your own brows furrowing when Jake opens and closes his mouth a couple of times as if he isn’t sure of what to say.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” you ask, a deeper frown of dubiety settling onto your forehead.

“I thought you guys were just friends.”

“We are.”

“I’m just a bit confused about your dynamic.”

“I thought you didn’t care who I fuck.” You don’t know why you’re growing frustrated; it trickles its way into you unexpectedly, maybe because this type of reaction was the only option you hadn’t thought about, or maybe it’s because your limbs feel heavier with what feels like judgment and it’s the sole reason why your words came out like a snap. Sharpened enough for Jake’s eyes to widen slightly.

“Of course you are free to do whatever you want.” His words come out easily, draped with certainty that pushes you further and further into frustration.

You tell yourself it’s not because it’s the opposite of how you feel.

“Then why do I need a reason?” you need to stop.

“Maybe I was just tired of feeling like shit after sex,” stop, stop, stop

“And Heeseung doesn’t make me feel that way. In fact I felt really good after.” It’s too late for you to stop anything, not when your words – like splashed blood- percolates through his gaze.

“Right.” He mumbles – barely audible and yet you catch it with your tightened chest.

You sink your top teeth into your bottom lip with something akin to regret for spilling the truth in a time when it wasn’t meant to be revealed. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go, and the ugliness of your hurt shouldn’t be this visible, not when you had finally been able to exchange a few words with him.

“Anyway.” You say with an attempt to get out of whatever this was “I know being clean is important to you. so, I did get tested, and I told Heeseung to do the same,” you speak when nothing more escapes his lips, you try not to let your disappointment manifest but the shake in your fingers as you rummage through your bag for the piece of evidence could ever be telling “He didn’t send me his results yet but- “

“It’s fine. You don’t have to do any of that” Jake’s voice cuts through the air.

“What?” you pause, looking up at him.

“I’ve been thinking about everything,” his eyes flit to the table momentarily before stumbling upon your stare once again and your ribcage tightens even more around your heart “I think it’s best if we stop this whole thing.”

“Oh.” This time it is you who sinks into silence, your eyes falling upon your lap with the same loss of hopefulness, another futile try to not be witnessed.

It is all a façade you put on, draped with concealed disenchantment at yourself for wanting him so badly and then at him for not wanting you the same way. However, your mind is plagued with thoughts threatening to increase in volume. Louder and louder maybe that wasn’t the full story, it never is. Did you perhaps ruin another thing yet again? Have you spoken too much? Have you crossed the line? Have you-

“This whole thing between us- feels like it has strayed away from what it was originally meant to be.”

You don’t realize you have been staring at your open palms as if you’re looking for what type of blame to throw upon yourself until he speaks, his tone is as soft as you remember it to be. Similar to the way he speaks on gray skied mornings or starry nights. You look up, unaware of what kind of expression you’re wearing yet the lack of emotions etched onto his brings you some kind of relief. At least you aren’t displaying the nails digging into your fragile heart.

“You’re right.” You say, more like a hushed revolution between the ache in your chest and the hollowness taking place in your stomach.

It shouldn’t come to you as a new discovery, yet it does, like a bucket of unanticipated cold water after soaking under the warmth of the sun for too long. There’s no way for you to be the reason behind anything because Jake never cared about you that way. It’s not like this relationship that isn’t even anything closer to an actual relationship were meant to last a long time either way. It was you who stumbled; it was you who was colored with ugly yearning, yearning, yearning… and it was you who got hurt over and over again. And it was you who was willing to go back despite it all.

What a fool.

The words you wanna say are scattered and endless, doused with vines of inexplicable unsightly emotions. your vocal cords itching to pour out your anger, bear your bruised heart out at him with screams to look at what pining for you have made of me!

“it’s not anything personal. I just feel like I keep hurt-“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off with a strained chuckle “you don’t need to give me excuses.”

“They’re not excuses, bunny. I truly-“

“Seriously Jake it’s okay.” You look up at him and his mouth falls shut with inexplicable emotions of his own, you could only hope your irises don’t shake under the weight of your unspoken truth “It’s not like this was meant to last anyways. We both had our fun and now it’s over. It’s not that deep.” Your smile comes up twirled with coldness he had never seen in you, it waters his self-hatred, embraces it with whispers of I told you so.

“Yeah.” he utters, weighted down and the room darkens with you two existing in the same space.

So much time has passed, so many tears have descended your cheeks with scalding realizations. Perhaps you are a liar, perhaps you have driven yourself into insanity and have surrounded yourself with imaginations that are nowhere near reality. Because there’s no way whatever has traverses between you is anything close to the truth, not when your chest keeps tightening and an awful ache to weep clambers over your being.

Perhaps it was all in your mind.

“Well! I better get back to work.” You speak with faux cheerfulness; with a slight clap of your palms, you stand up with attempts to pull pieces of yourself together, covets to remain strong enough to look at him in the eye, despite the awkwardness that rises in the room, despite the misplaced softness seeping into his gaze.

It’s all unfair and you wish he wouldn’t look at you like he had more to say, you wish he wouldn’t look at you the same way he had tattooed his counterfeit claim on your back before everything fell apart.

How violent it is for him not to look at you like you are as fleeting as you wish to be.

“Jay is probably looking for me.” you add, your eyes slowly travel down to Jake’s intertwined fingers. The aftermath of his own pain marks his pale skin with scars. It remains a tragic sight to behold.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if I have- you know” he clears his throat “kept you long.”

“Yeah.”

Your limbs quiver with demands for you to just leave and yet your heart fights back with pathetically human emotions. It’s the same bit of you that have always pushed you into too far in, constantly. The same bit that had you slipping into Jake in the first place.

How could this ever last when both of you were stringed together with loneliness and blood?

Silently you rummage through your bag for a healing ointment you had bought for him a while back. Your mind keeps screaming at you to just leave, leave, leave! and your heart cries – begs to risk this small gesture of care that will surely break you down, release this small wave of affection that will surely overwhelm you.

“Bunny I’m okay.” Jake speaks when you place the small tube of medicine onto the table, his eyes flickering between it and you.

“You have so many important shoots coming. Photoshop can only go so far.” You reply and he looks away, as if looking at you is unbearable and you wonder why his soul seems to shake the same away yours does.

Come on.

“You should take care of your hands till then.”

Make it easy,

You don’t wait for an answer from him and instead you’re turning away in mere seconds, the space between the door and the couch were sitting on feels incredibly long and you curse yourself at the way your eyes fill with tears before you make an escape. Before you’re far enough from him. But truthfully, no distance on this earth feels enough.

Jake has already stained you, tainted your insides. And now as you lean on the nearest wall as soon as you’re in the hallway, your hands clamped on your mouth to quieten your sobs, your tears fall one followed by another with refusal to cease, you realize you shouldn’t have let yourself waver, you shouldn’t have lied to yourself with lies like slipping is nowhere near as painful as falling, that you had it all together. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to wander through this overgrown field of affection with whispered lies.

Inside the dressing room, Jake has his face buried in the same palms that had cradled your face countless times but you’re nowhere close enough, not for him to feel you anyway.

Jake abides with a semblance of unamended broken bones, wounds too deep to heal, the marks are everlasting evidence that stays. And you remain a semblance of overflowing forgiveness akin to running water that quenches the thirst of by passers. Yet he is unworthy, so unworthy in ways you would never understand.

Jake is tarnished, scabbed, evil and unforgiven.

You will remain unaware of the harshly stabbed knives into his heart each time he’s faced with the fact that he hurts you, you’re unaware of the abhor that runs alongside his blood for himself, for existing and for persistently bringing misfortune to everyone that breaths the same air as him.

And he remains unaware of the way your body, heart and every atom of your being aches for him.

The world, as big as it is, in this mere moment feels too small for the torment setting on you and him, it’s in the way he flinches when he catches his reflection in the scars on his hands they’re not deep enough, not ugly enough and they don’t hurt enough to punish him, it’s in the way you flinch when your body shakes with fallen tears as your yearning heart weeps, his, rattling with immense agony that feels impossible to fathom. It screams and screams;

Come on

Make it easy,

Say I never mattered.

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[ghouldump]

(sending this again because i think tumblr deleted it!)

loustat x reader, and reader at the time is the only mortal in their relationship until reader privately asks louis to turn her (can be gn, i mainly read fem!reader stuff) into a vampire so she can commit herself to them eternally, louis says no in order of protecting her, they argue a bit before she agrees and a few days later lestat finds out and he does it for her and louis is not happy. even though he wanted her to stay innocent he still wanted to be her maker

and if u want u can take it from there :)

All I Ask Of You | Lestat x Reader x Louis

ෆ when lestat takes matters into his own hands, leaving louis to sit in his regret of not complying with your wishes.

i will be booked and busy tomorrow, so the bulk of post will be up on saturday, i hope you can accept this for now, my lovelies 🤲🩷

“Please, Louis”

“I told you, my answer is no,” he raised his voice, turning away from you. How could you ask him for such a thing? He and Lestat promised to fulfill your every desire, but not this, not when you had so much to live for.

“Fine,” you had been trying for days now to get him to comply, but he wouldn't budge.

“Don’t be like that, it is for the-

“For the best, I know, I heard you the first time, listen, I can’t stay tonight, could you tell Les for me?” you asked, already headed towards the door before he could speak. You refused to cry in front of him, swinging open the door of the townhouse, just as Lestat was entering the gate.

“Ma ch-

“I’m in a rush, Louis will explain,” you pulled away from his reach, leaving him to stare bewildered at your figure becoming more distant. He wanted to question what happened while he was away, but as he began to open his mouth, something about the gloom in Louis’s eyes kept him from speaking.

“She has errands,” he mumbled, as Lestat nodded.

Silently, he followed behind Louis locking up the house as they prepared for sunrise. He wasn’t sure what he’d missed, but he was determined to find out, soon enough.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re alright darling?” Your mother asked as she leaned against the counter watching as you helped put away the leftovers from dinner.

“Yes, why?”

“You never come home, and now you’re here. Not only that, we’re going on day 3, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I can’t miss home?” you frowned.

“I didn’t say that, it’s just that it seemed like you were never leaving New Orleans, it’s been months and you’re only an hour away,” she explained. There wasn't a proper way to tell her, or your father, that you had fallen in love with two vampires, one being a few decades older, while the other — a few centuries.

“I’m sorry, I’ll visit more often,” you told her, watching as she smiled, going to pull you into a hug.

“Good, your father and I get so lonely”

“You should move to New Orleans, get out of Covington, and live a little,” you laughed.

“Absolutely not, this is home, I’ll take it from here, you go ahead and get ready for bed,” she waved you off.

“Goodnight,” you said, as she kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight sweet pea,” she called as you walked down the hall, going to your old bedroom.

Entering the room, you inhaled the vanilla aroma, as your mind drifted to your lovers. Only three days and you already felt sick to your stomach. You wondered if they missed you as much as you missed them. You told your roommate to simply tell them you were out of town if they showed up at your apartment, but you weren't sure how much longer you could continue with this.

Going to the connected bathroom, you filled the bathtub with warm water. Staring into the water, your mind drowned with regret. You had been so inconsiderate to Louis, expecting him to take on such a big responsibility. 

“Louis,” you moaned breathlessly, as he kissed along your collarbone.

“I want you to turn me,” you said, the oxygen seemingly getting caught in your throat, as he stopped, before pulling away from you.

“Where is this coming from?” he asked, his voice comforting, as he sat up, trying to concentrate on your thoughts.

“I love you both and I want to give myself to you and Lestat, forever, from this point on,” you vowed to him.

“Y/n, you don't know what you're saying, you are amazing, everything is perfect the way it is-

“Until I begin to age, and become decrepit, please Louis, become my maker, as Lestat is yours”

“You don't realize how precious life is until it is no longer in your reach. I can't do this to you, I can't take away your life when you have so much purpose,” he told you, wiping your tears as you began to cry.

Turning off the faucet, you huffed, roughly wiping the tears from your eyes. The fact that you were crying over him telling you no made you feel adolescent compared to the two. Tossing your clothing into the hamper, your muscles tensed before relaxing, as you submerged into the warm water. 

Laying back, you closed your eyes, relishing in the therapeutic sensation. Humming in relief, you focused on clearing your mind. You would only stay here a few more days before you headed home. You had built a life in New Orleans and you wouldn't leave it behind, and you certainly had no intentions of closing this chapter of your life with Louis or Lestat, over this situation.

Feeling a cool breeze across the water, you crossed your legs, shifting to feel the warmth, with your eyes still shut. Only a few minutes passed before the chilling fingertips brushed against your skin, causing you to open your eyes, sitting up. Looking around, you didn't see a person as you sighed, laying back again, closing your eyes.

“How we’ve missed you,” Lestat spoke, making you jump, but quickly relaxed as he reassuringly massaged your shoulders.

Standing behind you, he crouched down, kissing along your neck, licking away the water droplets, while you held back your moan.

“Louis isn't here,” he answered your thoughts before you could ask.

“He says you're upset with him, but won't say why,” he said, his large hands rubbing down your abdomen into the warm water.

“No, he should be upset with me,” you sat up, abruptly, facing him.

“Do tell why?” he smirked. 

“I asked him to turn me…into a vampire,” you said, your face burning in shame.

“And he said no-

“He is only trying to protect me, I didn't understand but I do now,” you said, unable to meet his eyes.

“But that isn't what you want, chèrie, is it?” he asked, as the waterworks began to pour. Shaking your head, as you finally met his eyes.

“I want an eternity with the two of you, the thought of me getting old and you both becoming a distant memory, if I even remember, it scares me, could I even live a normal life ever again, after sharing my heart with the two of you,” you said, as he stood up straight, reaching for the soft towel. Using his free hand, he helped you stand, wrapping the towel around your frame, before leading you out of the bathroom.

“You wanted Louis to change you, to allow him to experience what I have given him, but this is just as sentimental. Giving the gift to two extraordinary souls who I love greatly, would you like that, chèrie?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Yes, please,” you admitted embarrassingly.

“Do you vow to only love Louis and I, for an eternity? Forever is a very long time, go ahead, answer in the presence of God,” he motioned to the crucifix hanging on your wall.

“I do,” you nodded earnestly.

“Then you will be my fledgling, with my blood running through your veins,” he said, swiftly pulling you into his arms, before his fangs were out, plunging into your soft skin. You could feel your body weakening as he drained your blood, before he finally pulled away. Biting into his wrist, he soon placed it against your mouth.

“Drink,” he instructed, his eyes full of endearment as you moaned at the taste of his blood. You had licked your own wound as a child and the taste of iron was nothing worth comparing to his blood, you almost couldn’t stop, until he pulled his arm away.

“Thank you Les,” you said tiredly, as he grinned, kissing your neck, before sitting your limp body on the bed. Walking away, he became to boredly pack your things. He knew his intuition was correct, you had been wanting this for a while now and he had a feeling it started nearly three months back, when you asked if you could join them, as they hunted.

Watching you closely, as you sat up, hurling onto the floor, you clutched your stomach in agony. Groaning, you began to vomit on the floor, chills all over your body. Lestat neatly placed everything in your suitcase, going to zip it. Noticing your quietness, his smirk widened, as you now stood unfazed, the towel covering the vomit, as you stood nude with poise. Your new eyes and nails catching his attention, you certainly were a beautiful vampire.

“You look like perfection,” he approached you.

“I feel like…perfection”

“Let us find your first hunt, as you know with Louis’s situation, staying here won’t be possible, with your new life,” he said, as you nodded, going to grab clothing from the luggage, while looking for a pen and paper — leaving your mom a random excuse for why you had to leave.

“Do you think Louis will be mad at us?”

“Very”

“You have to suck not bite,” Lestat said, holding down your victim, as you straddled the guys lap, your fangs deep in his neck. You had made it back to New Orleans and the first thing Lestat took you to do was find your first meal. You were a natural, as you intentionally looked through the selection of people. When finally, you chose some creep, he was a bad man and you felt you were doing a bit of justice, ridding the world of such garbage.

Suddenly the front door opened, there was a few footsteps before he spoke, “What the fuck is going on?” Louis asked confusedly. Pulling away from the man, he tried screaming, begging for help, when Lestat snapped his neck.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” He asked you, as you bashfully nodded.

“Y/n,” Louis called out. Slowly facing him, you smiled, blood dripping down your mouth.

“Hi Louis”

“You turned her, now why the hell would you do that?” He yelled at Lestat.

“She wanted this, would you have preferred she stumbled across another vampire-

“I would have preferred you left her as she was,” Louis argued.

“I wanted this Louis, he was only helping-

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/n, you weren’t ready, and you took advantage of her ignorance,” he screamed as Lestat sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Louis, I wanted this for more than anything, to be alongside you both, an eternity together-

“Don’t you think I know what you want, I’ve heard your thoughts, it doesn’t change the fact that it was not smart. You just threw away everything, your family, your friends, life, you’re dead now, and there is no going back,” he said, as you hesitantly climbed from the limp body. His tone brought an uneasiness to your heart, your eyes stinging.

“All I wanted, all I thought I wanted, was to be with you and Lestat. I can’t see myself with anyone else, but I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with Lestat,” you said, the dark blood leaking from your eyes. Lestat reached for you, but you moved, walking out to the backyard.

“Are you seriously that angry, Louis, how long did you expect her to wait?” Lestat asked.

“Why did you do it? She didn’t have to be turned into this,” Louis shook his head, glancing in the direction of the backyard. Regretting how harsh he sounded, as he spoke to you.

“Louis, you can still protect her as a vampire, I know you only wanted to look out for her, but she wanted the gift, she chose to love us over her parents and friends, she was worthy,” Lestat said.

“I was too harsh to her,” Louis mumbled.

“Then you should be apologizing to her, and thanking me for making yet another beautiful fledgling,” Lestat smirked.

“She is beautiful, you did good,” Louis nodded.

“Again?”

“Again,” he laughed, sighing as Lestat approached him, pulling him into a hug, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Go now”

Louis hesitantly walked outside, stopping in his tracks, seeing you sit in the grass. Looking up at the bright moon. Clenching his jaw, he forced his legs to move, before he sat next to you, watching your side profile.

“The moon looks nice tonight,” he spoke up.

“It does, doesn’t it. She glows so beautifully, the sun has no choice but to hide from her presence,” you said, your face unmoving from the sky.

“I apologize for how I spoke to you, I want you forever, both of us do. I’m more angry with Lestat than you”

“Don’t be upset with Les, please, he knew I wanted this, and I think it was only a matter of time, before I was begging him next,” you explained.

“I think I’m more angry about the fact that he changed you, and not me,” he said, grinning as you finally looked at him.

“I thought I was protecting you, keeping you from our world, when you fit so perfectly in it — I wish I would have gone through with it,” he admitted.

“It is okay, really, as long as I’m with you both, I am happy,” you said, reaching for his hands.

“Is there anything I can do, to make up for this…”

“Love me, your love is all I ask of you,” you said, accepting his kiss.

“I feel quite excluded, where are my kisses?” Lestat spoke, as he stepped outside.

“If you come any closer, you may end up with more than a kiss, both of you, I feel like the happiest girl alive,” you said, as he moved to the grass, kissing along your neck.

“Then we are starting our eternity together on the right track”

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Reader - Trapped (NSFW)

I needed to write a little something based on @the-other-soup’s ask that she got because it has been living in my head rent free!

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Your relationship was fairly new; at this point you two decided to keep it under wraps for now

But even though it's only been a few months, it's been nothing but absolutely wonderful

And the activities in the bedroom were no exception!

You two felt like hormonal teenagers when you were alone together; there were times you wouldn't even sleep at night because you were too busy bringing each other so much pleasure!

One night after a drink or two at the bar, you decided to get a little bold and touch Lucifer while you knew no one was looking, gliding your hand up and down his thigh

Lucifer gave you a wide-eyed look, a small golden blush creeping across his face

It didn't matter that this angel was thousands of years old with eons of experience, he treated every intimate act with you like it was his first!

You two snuck away a little bit later (a few minutes apart of course as to not raise suspicion) and met at the elevator that would bring you to his penthouse suite

Once the doors closed, you grabbed his face and kissed him passionately; you couldn't wait to ruin him!

But then suddenly, there was a sharp screeching noise and a bang; the elevator had stopped dead in its tracks

"What the...? Oh come on, don't tell me we're stuck in here!" you pouted

Lucifer only shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the predicament you found yourself in "Ahh, well, that's a bummer! Guess we'll have to get someone to...GAAHHH!"

You decided you weren't going to let a dysfunctional elevator ruin the fun you had planned, and you let Lucifer know that when you began to palm his already half hard cock through his pants

"Uhhh, sweetie...honey...darling...w-what are you doing?!"

"Taking care of you, Luci.~"

You dropped to your knees in an instant, wasting no time unhooking his belt and pulling his pants down to his ankles and freeing his already leaking member

"L-Love, you don't need to do that! I'm fiiiiIIIII-FFFFUUCK"

The head of his cock found its way into your mouth as you began to lick tghe precum that had already formed

"I want to!" you responded with a sultry smile. "Nothing's gonna keep me from making you feel good.~"

"O-Oh golly..." the devil murmured

You opened your mouth wide, taking in as much of his throbbing cock as you could, letting it hit the back of your throat with utter delight

You bobbed your head down on him rapidly, pulling out the cutest moans you've ever heard from the man above you

Even though you were alone, Lucifer couldn't help but try to stifle the pathetic sounds he was making, praying to anyone that would listen that no one could hear their sinful act

But after only a few minutes, Lucifer pulled you from his cock, lifting your head to meet his gaze

You whined but Lucifer only smiled back as he effortlessly lifted you up and forced your back against the elevator wall, your legs wrapping around and clinging to his waist

The fallen angel wasted no time pulling you panties aside, not bothering to undress you fully; he needed you just a s badly as you needed him

Slowly he lowered you down on his aching cock; pushing inside of you so easily from how wet you already were

Your moans echoed in the small chamber you were trapped in as he filled you up completely

"L-Lucifer, please...need you...please move..."

"A-Anything you want, my dear.~"

Lucifer fucked you against that wall like his life depended on it; you muffled your screams by biting into his neck as his paced quickened with every thrust

Lucifer could only choke back so many sounds before they inevitably escaped his throat; his body refusing to deny the euphoria he felt when buried so deep inside you

With a few more thrusts, he brought you over the edge; you screamed his name as your sensitive walls pulsed around your lover

Lucifer's orgasm followed yours almost immediately when he felt you squeeze his cock, emptying his cum inside or your needy cunt

Once you both caught your breath, Lucifer set you back down on the ground, making sure you could stand on your own and pulling up his pants once more

And then suddenly, the elevator sprung back to life as it began its ascension again

"Oh, well, that's fortunate!"

"Y-Yeah, very fortunate..."

Your head turned immediately at his suspicious response. "No...Lucifer, you didn't..."

"I uhh, well...you see, I..."

"YOU STOPPED THE ELEVATOR ON PURPOSE?!"

"Please don't be mad! I-I thought it would be a funny little prank! I didn't expect you to...that wasn't my plan at all!"

"So you're telling me when could have gotten out of here at any time?!"

"Yes, I guess technically. But you know, sweetie, I could have just teleported us out of the elevator at any point, you know?"

"...Okay, I'm gonna be honest, I completely forgot you could do that. That's on me. But you're still an ass!" you joked, pushing him gently.

The elevator stopped as it reached the top floor

But before you could step out, Lucifer scooped you up in his arms with ease, causing you to squeak

"Please forgive me, my love, let me make it up to you! I think I'll start by using my tongue to clean up the mess I made. And it may take me all night.~"

[unemployedhockeyfan]

Not All Breakups Are Equal Pt. 2

Summary: Lando and Eloise deal with the fallout of their friendship after Eloise left Lando standing in his Monaco apartment.

Warnings: angst I guess and I'm pretty sure just one swear word

Notes: Hi! Thanks for the support on part one!! Sorry it took a few days for this part. I write for my adult job, too, so sometimes I'm just a little too worn out to write after work.

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Part 1

The days in New York are easy. Daily life is just fast enough that I don’t even have the opportunity to think of the friendship breakup that’s constantly trying to pull at my heart. 

Days are nothing compared to nights. 

New York has seemingly earned its title of “The City That Never Sleeps.” I wish I could say it’s because I make my nights as fast paced as my days, but that would be one of the biggest lies I’ve ever told — second only to all the years I told myself I didn’t love Lando… At least not that way. 

My nights are filled with little to no sleep as I toss and turn in the bed squished into the tiny hotel room. All that fills my brain is his smile, his laugh and the look on his face as I walked out the door of his apartment. 

I never want to forget the smile or the laugh, but that last look is one I wish wasn’t burned into my brain. 

It’s been three weeks since I last saw or talked to Lando. He’s since won his first race in Formula 1. 

A race I wasn’t there for. 

I was supposed to be. I had a pass and in all honesty, I could’ve still shown up. If I did, though, I would’ve fallen back into the same pattern as before. The people-pleasing nature of my personality would’ve come out and I would’ve continued to let Lando’s new girlfriend talk ill about me. 

My mind was overflowing with the memories I had of watching Lando celebrate in Miami while I sat 1,200 miles north. I knew I wasn’t going to sleep tonight. At least not anymore than the three hours I had already barely managed. 

As I rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand, the cheap digital clock was shining 3:30 a.m. 

“Hm, Max is probably up by now. I can call him,” was the initial thought that crossed my mind. 

Max wasn’t necessarily thrilled when he found out that my plane ticket landed me across the Atlantic Ocean, but he got over it relatively quickly when he found out I had friends from university in the area. 

It took a while, but the line finally connected, welcoming me to one of the most comforting voices in my life. 

“Eloise, long time no hear.”

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I’ve been busy.”

“Really? Or are you just lying to me?” Max always seemed to be able to read my mind, no matter how much I wished he couldn’t.

“It’s a half lie. The days have been busy, the nights are just restless.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

The silence lasted for a few moments too long. It allowed Max just enough time to steer the conversation in a direction I was trying to avoid. 

“He misses you, Elle.”

“I saw his win in Miami. He looked happy. I couldn’t help but watch.”

“He wanted you there.”

I know Max is telling the truth. He has no reason to lie, and I know that truthfully Lando didn’t want me to leave his apartment just over a month ago, but I did. 

“You should call him, not me.”

“It depends, Max” 

“On what? Whether or not he’s broken up with his girlfriend?”

“Actually, exactly that.”

“I thought you told him you were OK if they were dating as long as she was nicer to you,” Max pushed back. 

“I am, I just don’t think she’s capable of changing in just a few weeks.” 

My voice was getting louder and I didn’t really want to take my anger out on Max. He hadn’t done anything wrong — maybe just pushed the wrong button or two. 

We sat in silence, the only noise being our breathing on either end of the line. It lasted well over a minute before I let out an exaggerated sigh. I was not only going to come clean to Max, but to myself as well. 

“Max, it's just… It’s hard and it hurts,” I said as my eyes slowly started to leak fresh tears. 

“I know, Eloise, I know. I don’t think anyone is expecting it to be easy for you or for him.”

“No, Max, I don’t just mean distancing myself from him. It’s hard to even be around him nowadays when I see how he treats other girls when all I want is for him to treat me that way.”

The pause in the conversation was deafening. With the phone pressed to my ear, I waited for Max to say something, to say anything. 

“Max?”

“Well, it’s about time you admitted it to yourself,” he said with a rather large chuckle.

“Stop, this isn’t funny.”

I was laughing too, though. I couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that for the first time in a month I felt comfortable in my surroundings, but I laughed for a good three minutes before Max’s voice finally came through again. 

“You sure do laugh a lot for someone who thinks this isn’t funny!”

“Can’t help it right now.”

“I mean, I am pretty funny,” Max said with an audible smug look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, well, looks aren’t everything.”

“Good one, Elle. I’m going to hang up on you so you have to call him.”

“I’m not going to, I need more time. Plus, he’s in Montreal right now, it’s 3:30 for him, too, and I’d imagine he’s asleep.”

“You’re stubborn, you know that, right?”

“Hm, I learned it from you.”

“Get some sleep, Eloise. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Maxy. And, I promise, I’ll call him eventually.”

It was nearly two months later before I decided it was finally time to talk to Lando again. Of course, by that point, I was well past sleep deprived between restless nights in New York and changing time zones as I returned home to the United Kingdom. 

With my brain barely functioning, I decided the best bet would be to not call Lando, but show up in Austria at his next race. I had all the passes I needed to show up thanks to both myself and Lando thinking this falling out was never going to happen. 

I managed to avoid all the areas I knew Lando would be during the days leading up to Sunday. I saw and anxiously watched as Lando raced Max for the lead. I sat and nearly cried as I watched Lando’s race come to an end just laps shy of yet another podium. 

Lando is hard on himself. He holds himself to a level that’s nearly impossible to reach, and I know his mood after this race will be anything but stellar. He’s bound to be angry, and I start to fear what his reaction will be if he sees me. 

As I stand lost and confused in the paddock, I hear my name being called by maybe one of the few people who could make me smile at this moment. 

“Eloise! Elle, is that you?”

I whip my head around to see a smiling Daniel Ricciardo jogging my way. Before I could even respond, I’m wrapped in the embrace of one of my favorite members of the F1 world. 

“What are you doing here? Does Lando know?”

“I’m assuming he’s clued you in on what’s happened?”

“Just a little, don’t know all the details.” 

“Um, yeah, well he doesn’t know I’m here. Really, I don’t even know why I’m here. I should probably leave. There was part of me that wanted to talk to him, but after everything that’s gone on just today, it’s probably best I make myself just disappear. I don’t want to make this any worse than it probably already is for him.”

“Eloise, you’re rambling.”

I couldn’t help it, I was nervous. I was standing in front of one of Lando’s former teammates and just steps away from the McLaren garage. 

“Do you want me to call him and get him down here? I really don’t think you off all people could make this moment worse for him”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Call him.”

Lando must’ve answered quickly, but it seemed to take some convincing from the Aussie to lure Lando out of his driver’s room. Eventually the word was that he was on his way down. 

I wouldn’t let Daniel leave. I couldn’t let Daniel leave. Just over a minute after Daniel had hung up the phone, I heard a voice that I’d been missing for months. 

The voice was so calming on the ears that I had a physical reaction to it. Everything seemed to calm down around me the second the first word came stumbling from Lando’s mouth. 

“What’s up, Daniel? Really just not in the mood right now.”

He didn’t respond. Daniel just stepped out of the way, revealing me to the man who still held so much of my soul. 

“Hey, Lan.” 

The tension was palpable. Lando and I stood there staring at one another as Daniel slowly disappeared to likely return to his own driver’s room. I didn’t want to say anything until he responded, but I was scared that if I waited for him, it would be silent for hours. 

“Sorry for just showing up and not calling. For some reason it seemed easier to jump on a plane than it did to pick up the phone.” 

“You’re here? In Austria? You’re here, really here? I went back home, I called and nothing. Now, you’re just here?”

“Lan, I’m sorry. I needed space. I just didn’t know the best way to come back.”

I could tell Lando was trying to not get angry. His body language becomes so easy to read after knowing him for years.

His hand ran through the curls on his head after rubbing his face almost too hard. 

“Um, let’s just go to my driver’s room. We probably shouldn’t have this conversation in public.” 

The walk to his room was awkward. There were eyes glancing at us and some whispers, too. I knew it had been awhile since I had been at one of these, but this surely wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. 

“Listen, Eloise, I’m not mad. I’m just confused. You left me in my apartment and then disappeared for months with nothing from you. I had to rely on Max to at least know you were alive.”

Lando took a seat on his makeshift bed after making room next to him for me to sit. 

“I know, Lando. I can only imagine how much it hurt you for me to leave, but I had to protect myself. I was hurting so much.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

Lando was crying. With the events that had already unfolded today, this really wasn’t the best time for this conversation, but it didn’t look like I could avoid it any longer. 

“Lan, I know you didn’t want to hurt me.” 

Before I could stop myself, I was wiping the tears that were starting to spill from his eyes. He looked so vulnerable at this moment. 

“And, really, Lando, I don’t think I ever really felt hurt by you. I just wanted you to hear me and it felt like you were blinded by some love.” 

“It wasn’t love. It was lust or some shit like that. It just definitely wasn’t love.”

I’m not sure how I was really supposed to take that revelation. Was he still seeing her? Was it still too new that he was just describing it as lust?

My confusion must’ve been evident on my face because before I could utter a response, Lando was talking again. He was talking to me as he slowly grabbed both of my hands in his, running his thumbs over the back of them. 

“She’s gone. She’s not in the picture anymore. The day after you left, Max and I had a heart-to-heart. Really, he kind of laid into me and wouldn’t stop. He kept saying that some fling was never going to be worth what you meant to me — what you mean to me.”

It was my turn to start crying. The tears didn’t flow as fast as they did the night I walked out of his apartment, but they were there. Lando quickly pulled me into his chest, placing a needed kiss on my temple. 

“Eloise, I will spend every day for the rest of my life apologizing for allowing her to say those things about you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” my voice slightly muffled but my head in his chest. 

As I leaned back, I grabbed his hands once again and looked him in the eyes — those eyes that have held me captive since I was 13. 

“Why didn’t you come find me after you broke it off with her? Max isn’t that strong, he would’ve told you where I was in a heartbeat if he knew it was over.”

“I knew where you were. I knew you were tucked away in a crummy New York hotel room. I just wanted to give you space. Telling you she was gone would’ve just rushed you, and I didn’t want to do that.”

“You really do surprise me sometimes, Lando Norris. Can we go back to being friends again? I can’t do life without you in it.”

“About that…”

About what? What could Lando possibly want to say to me? I thought this conversation was going well, I thought it was oddly healing in a way. Was he about to push me out the door this time? 

“I don’t know if we can be friends again, Eloise.”

Oh my god this really is it. Our friendship is ending. After months of me not letting it die in my brain as I took my own space, Lando Norris was about to shatter my heart into a million unrecoverable pieces. 

“We can’t be friends because it’s not OK for friends to love one another the way I love you.”

“Wait, what?”

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Can't Help Himself (18+)

Pairing: Jason/Danny

Inspired by this wonderful piece of art I wanted to write some non-con with pit mad Jason and Danny, with some random LoA assassin holding Jason's leash.

Trigger warnings (seriously y'all); rape, vaginal penetration, degradation, manipulation, Pit mad!Jason, sexual violence, forced breeding.

This is Dead Dove

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“Keep a tight grip on the leash,” Talia said as he handed over the chain with a personable smile. “He’s very well trained but that doesn’t always help when you’re not holding the leash. I’m loathe to part with him of course, but grandfather says you have an important prisoner and Jason is an excellent guard dog~” She ran her painted nails through the young man’s black and white hair.

The masked assassin nodded, looking down at the young man at the end of the leash, he glared back with glowing green eyes, swirling with the sort of mindless rage particular to the Lazarus pits. Such people were little more than animals but they could still be useful. “I’ll take good care of him,” She assured the leader’s daughter, bowing to her before she turned to leave. When Jason was reluctant to follow Talia made a sharp hissing sound that made him flinch and follow his temporary mistress without resistance. 

It was a quick walk to the cell in the depths of the league base that held one of the more interesting things they had managed to capture. “I brought you a friend, Phantom” the assassin said cruelly as she flipped on the lights. 

Inside the young man with slow white hair and intelligent Lazarus green eyes hissed at the sudden light. He glared at the assassin baring too sharp teeth and snarling, he had talked a lot when he had first been brought here but when he seemed to realize it didn’t do any good he had stopped. Now he was giving everyone the silent treatment seemingly out of spite, occasionally yanking on the Lazarus treated shackles, the only things they’d found that could hold him. He was wary as he glanced down at Jason, his eyes widening slightly. 

Jason too had fallen still and stopped snarling, the two men were just… staring at each other. Well that was odd. The assassin clicked her tongue and gave Jason’s leash a brief tug, reminding him who he was answering too and his purpose. He blinked and, rather than falling back into line he strained towards their captive, trying to get closer. 

She hissed sharply and kicked high, bringing her foot down on the chain connected to Jason’s thick collar, using her weight to drag him down to the floor. Jason let out growling oof as he barely caught himself enough to break the fall, finally looking away from the prisoner to look at the woman now standing on his leash, keeping him down on the floor by his neck. What shocked her was the whine that Phantom let out in response. When she looked up she saw that he was also straining towards Jason, matching green eyes filled with sympathy. 

“He doesn’t want to help you, you know,” She scoffed at Phantom. “The violence of the Pit runs deep in this one, he barely has enough of his mind left to know his own name. You should thank me for keeping him away from you, he probably wants to tear you apart,” she laughed only to be met by an Extra glowy glare from Phantom.

“You want him Fine,” She said, rolling her eyes and taking her foot off the chain, letting Jason get to his hands and knees. He moved towards Phantom hesitantly, expecting to be pulled back again, but this time she let him, following with a tight grip on his leash. She didn’t think the Demon Head would be pleased if he actually let a Guard Dog hurt his prize so she had to be ready to yank him back if he got too violent. 

When Jason realized that he wasn’t going to be pulled back he sped up and practically pounced on Phantom who let out an oof as he was pushed down to the stone floor. Before the assassin or, it seemed, Phantom, knew what was happening Jason was scrambling at the being clothes. 

“No, Don’t-” Phantom yelped, the first words he’d said in days as Jason tore Phantom’s shirt open from collar to waist like a child unwrapping a present. He lashed out to try and push Jason off but bound as he was Jason was stronger and didn’t seem to be struggling to hold Phantom down. Despite not needing to breath he gasps as Jason bears down on him, grabbing at the front of his shirt. What was interesting though was that despite looking scared and saying no Phantom was not fighting as hard as he could, wasn’t going for Jason’s throat or eyes.

“Well this is getting interesting~” She laughed, Phantom’s gaze snapped to her as if he’d forgotten she was there. 

“Make him stop,” Phantom gasped and she grinned unapologetically down at him, her mouth still covered by her mask but judging by his despair he saw it in her eyes. 

“No, I don’t think I will. I think I like where this is going~” She laughed. She did pull Jason back but it was not to stop Jason, but he was so mindless right now she wasn’t even sure He knew what he wanted. But she did~ When she pulled him back onto his knees she could see that his cock was rock hard and straining against the loose pants he was wearing. 

This was wrong of course, but she wouldn’t be an assassin if she didn’t have a sadistic streak, or cared at all about what was right. So she was just going to have fun, and right now what that means was shoving Phantom over onto his stomach with her foot and leaning down to grab the back of his pants with one hand, yanking them down and fully ignoring his screams for her to stop. 

Jason was staring, his eyes roaming over the curve of Phantom’s ass and when she yanked Danny’s hips up she saw how Jason’s pupils dilated when he got a good view of Phantom’s pussy. She planted her foot on the back of Phantom’s neck to keep him down and semi-still. “Good boy Jason,” She told Jason, talking over Phantom’s objections, knowing Jason would listen to her, the one holding his leash, like he was trained to. “Now you, take off your pants.” She ordered, and of course he obeyed though never did he take his eyes off of Phantom the entire time.

“Well, I think you know what you want, go ahead and take it~” She told Jason, pushing off of Phantom’s neck and leaning against the wall, though of course she still kept a firm grip on Jason’s leash. She'd step in if she had to, but she’d much rather just enjoy the show.

Jason hesitated for a moment, but as soon as Phantom started to pull away it broke through whatever was holding Jason back and he lurched into motion. He grabbed Phantom’s hips and yanked him back making the being yelp. Jason leaned down, his nose was nearly pressed into Phantom’s pussy as he breathed deeply, scenting the other as Phantom whimpered his protest. 

“You might as well shut up again Phantom. He only listens to the one holding his leash,” She mocked. Not that Jason seemed to be listening to her very much right now, whatever innate instinct to breed Phantom seemed to be overwriting just about everything else. “Besides it looks like he just can’t help himself.”

Jason ran his tongue over Danny’s pussy, a long sweep from his clit to his taint making him gasp and shudder. Jason did it again and Danny yanked against his chains, trying to cover his mouth but coming up just shy. “Jason Stop!” He pleaded but was completely ignored, just as she had warned him he would be. 

Jason growled and pushed deeper, his tongue disappearing inside the boy’s cunt. It was only a little disappointing to see Phantom bite his lip to silence himself, less so as she watched green blood drip down his chin from where his fangs had sunk into his own lip. Behind him Jason’s growl slowly morphed into a purr before he pulled back. His dick was an attractively desperate shade of pink as he adjusted his grip on Phantom’s hips and then ground against his ass. 

Phantom yowled like a furious cat and thrashed, but chained and pinned as he was there was nowhere for him to go as Jason wrestled his legs apart. Danny fought, until with one quick, clumsy thrust Jason forced his way into the pale being body. Pinned and penetrated Phantom finally fell still with a keen that would have been heartbreaking, had anyone who was listening been sympathetically inclined. 

She cackled and yanked on Jason’s leash, dragging him further over Phantom, further into his unwilling pussy. Jason’s face was read, his strong back covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his eyes glowing more intensely than ever before, fixed down on the object of his unwanted affections. 

He pulled out and pushed back in and Phantom yelped and shuddered, clawed fingers digging into the very stone beneath him as Jason wasted no time in fucking him. He looked up at her with hatred in his eyes that… if she was honest scared her a little. His gaze seemed to promise that the second he got out of these shackles she would pay, but she didn’t show that fear of course. 

“Don’t look at me that way~ I’m not the one fucking you,” She mocked him and he gave a broken snarl before spitting blood at her feet. Huh he must have bitten his tongue at some point. 

Jason’s eyes slid closed, his breathing coming in shallow moans and keens as he rutted into Phantom’s body with reckless abandon, uncaring and eager. He found some sort of rhythm, his moans and the sound of flesh on flesh the only sounds in the cell. Phantom had bitten his lip again, his eyes closed tightly and his fists clenched so quickly she could see the blood where his claws were digging into his own palms. 

Jason’s moans took on a new breathy tone as he lost track of his rhythm, bucking his hips in frantic shallow thrusts until he came. She knew he must have because Phantom wailed so loudly she knew it would be ringing in her ears for days.

Jason let go abruptly and Phantom collapsed to the floor, curling up in a ball and hugging himself tightly. “Wonderful performance everyone,” She laughed pulling Jason away. “But I don’t think you’ll be a good guard for him after all Jason. Sort yourself out. I’ll take you back to Talia and find someone who won’t fuck the prisoner.”

[palfriendpatine66]

oooh abba lyrics? Love that! #47 there was something in the air that night with Obikin 💖

ABBA song lyric prompts

Hello there! Coming at you with a quiet post battle celebration (look at me trying out these snippets in the gffa!) apparently I have no idea how to keep these things short. I hope you enjoy! 💕

The battle had dragged on and on. Grueling days and sleepless nights blended together into an indistinguishable blur of advance-fight-retreat-regroup. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

But then when weariness had taken hold, the exhaustion so deep it was hard to remember feeling any different, to think back to a time that wasn’t filled with the constant chaos and injury and destruction of war, the tide had shifted.

The 212th had broken through the blockade and met up with the 501st and together they were able to accomplish what they hadn’t been able to apart. By the time the sun had set they had driven the Separatist forces away and reclaimed the base.

There was something in the air that night, in the simple celebration that took place under the night sky. The clouds of acrid smoke had cleared and the stars were visible once more. Fires burned late into the night, far past when exhausted men should have been awake. Yet all around figures stayed close, pressed together and voices low, unwilling to part. Not when it had been so uncertain who would be left among the living when daylight broke once more.

The Generals were among those lingering. Kenobi looked as though he hadn’t slept in years and it was a real possibility that the only reason he remained seated in the warm glow of the fire was that he couldn’t find the energy to rise. Skywalker’s shoulder leaned against his side so they were effectively propping each other up; by all rights they should have collapsed long before.

Cody and Rex exchanged a knowing look and subtle nods after they’d fallen silent for an extended period, glazed eyes staring into the flames, their faces as blank as though they were deep in meditation - or else sleeping with their eyes open which, to the commander's knowledge, was a skill neither had yet achieve. Not for lack of trying.

“Generals,” Cody addressed them as he stood, holding his helmet under his arm in the loosest attention he was capable of. “We’re going to check in with the men one last time before we turn in.”

“Yes, of course, Commander.” Obi-Wan began the seemingly monumental process of shifting to rise but was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.

“General Kenobi, sir. If I might be frank,” Cody paused.

“Go on.”

“It’s an honor to serve with you. Not all the troops are so lucky. Not all of the generals are there in the front lines with their men. Not all care whether their men live or die, see them as more than numbers.” Obi-Wan started to respond but his commander uncharacteristically talked over him. “BUT the battle is over now. You two should get some rest.” He nodded to them both before walking away brusquely.

“Neither of you are good to anybody dead,” Rex stated more curtly. “And it’s senseless to survive all of that,” he jerked his chin toward the battlefield, “just to die of exhaustion.”

“Understood, Captain,” Anakin dismissed him with a nod and a crooked smile. “What’s gotten into everybody,” he questioned wryly as the clone saluted and took his leave. “It’s like there was a truth serum in that ale - and it was about as weak as water. Even I’m not feeling anything, but everyone else has been sentimental.

“It’s not anything to do with the liquor, lightweight,” Obi-Wan lightly nudged his elbow into the younger man’s side. “I’m not sure how it looked on your side of things but on ours…it was pretty bleak,” Obi-Wan admitted. “We didn’t expect to break through. Most of the men were prepared that this battle would be their last. Staring down the reality that we might lose was eye opening.” He gave a deep exhale and then cleared his throat before adding on, “or so I would imagine.”

Anakin snorted. “Right.”

“What?”

“Just say it.”

“What? I have no energy left for guessing games.”

“You thought you were going to die,” Anakin’s voice broke at the end. “I did! I’m not ashamed to admit it. Why can’t you acknowledge your feelings, even if you did accept it like the perfect Jedi that you are?”

“Perfect Jedi,” Obi-Wan muttered under his breath. “You can’t be serious.”

The flickering light of the fire threw deep shadows over Anakin’s face, the dark angles rendering it unreadable as he awkwardly turned, still half pressed against the older man’s side, in an effort to look directly into the other’s eyes.

“Yes! Dammit Obi-Wan! I was afraid, alright? I was so afraid. Every hour, every minute, that I couldn’t get to you was an eternity. I knew how bad it was and if I didn’t get there in time you were going to die. I was going to break through and it was going to be too late.”

“Anakin.” The fire reflected in Obi-Wan’s eyes, flames dancing in the shadowy depths of his emotions. “I didn’t accept it.” He turned and they slid together, foreheads touching, looking directly into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t accept that it might be my time. I rejected it with every fiber of my being. I had to make it to you. Anything else was unacceptable.”

Long lashes blinked back at him, plush lips open but silent as the younger man attempted to assimilate the statements into his worldview. They didn’t match the one constant in the universe he could count on: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Besides,” Obi-Wan continued, “I knew it couldn’t be my time. Not yet.”

“Why not?” Anakin asked the easiest question of the many all racing through his mind, despite the protests of his dry throat.

“I’m just certain that when I go, it will be with you by my side.”

Obi-Wan’s lips twisted into a sad smile, and Anakin found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. He’s never spent so long looking at his master’s lips. Not when they’d passed on patient lessons or the biting words of frustrated rebukes and lectures. Not when they’d planned shared trust and crafted battle plans. Now, chapped and rough and barely visible in the low light of the dying fire, he couldn’t have looked away if he’d tried.

As focused as he was, he didn't miss those lips coming closer to his own — although he couldn’t have said for certain who was responsible for moving them together. All he knew was that when they finally met in a soft kiss he felt a peace unlike anything he had ever known. Obi-Wan drew back and for a long time simply stared into his eyes, searching for answers to the question only he knew the details of. Finally found what he was looking for, bringing their lips together once more and finding they fit together like they were two halves of a whole.

“I’m really, very glad you’re here with me tonight,” Obi-Wan eventually admitted shakily into the breath of space between them.

“Me too.” Anakin closed the space once more, seeking the warmth and reassurance of the other’s presence as the embers died down and darkness grew. The stars were shining above, seemingly only for the two of them to see, and they were both there to see it. Together.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Skid takes a disbelieving Rung to Primus and the moment they get there Primus swoops his friend into a hug, but then pulls back, though quite letting go, "sorry it's been so long since I've talked to anyone im not quite sure how to interact with others. You probably don't remember me... I was hopeful but I see that even you didn't escape Adaptus' curse, Rung."

Rung, a name contantly forgotten but no longer alone and Primus, a name so well known but the god himself immeasurably alone.

I'd imagine after things are settled, kinda, it goes two ways, they return to cybertron and have Primus act in the Knights place or they make an excuse and continue adventuring with Primus on board.

Primus the kinda person to kiss his homies goodnight

A lot has changed since Primus went dormant. Gazing upon his own body, the planet of Cybertron, there's times he can barely recognize what it's become. Cities have risen and fallen, his people forgetting more about who they are with each generation passing, war and death and seemingly endless pain.

Even Rung has changed. Outwards he's still the same mech, a relic of a past only Primus remembers. He's still just as kind, still just as patient as he ever was but he's grown during their time apart. While Cybertron was carved like a rock, he was like a stone slowly smoothed by time and perpetual force.

Rung is a psychiatrist now. Good, it suits him. He always wanted to help people after all. And he assembles and paints model ships. He's got a collection of them now, all different vessels he's worked on previously. Memories in physical form so it's harder to forget.

Time has not been overly kind, however.

He's not as confident as he used to be, megaannum of being forgotten and overlooked does that to a mech. There's this skittishness that wasn't there before. The way he looks over his shoulder, how he keeps his back to the wall and a clear view of the exit.

It's hard to put into words how Primus feels about this. He's devastated that Rung had to go through all of this pain. It makes him feel as if he abandoned his friend when he needed him the most. But at the same time, deep in his spark, there's a sense of relief. Because Primus is not the same as he was all those millions of years ago either. He too has changed, have been scarred by the passing of time, and it eases his mind to know that Rung is the same. It fills his mind with guilt thinking like this because who would want their best friend to suffer?

Finally reunited, it's easy to fall back into old habits, even those that Rung had long since forgotten about. And when he shows his old friend his collection of model ships, it's just as easy to forget that so much time has passed since they last saw each other. In the peace and quiet of his office, with the murmurs of mechs trying to make sense of it all muted by the walls, Primus feels at home.

Home is where the heart is, after all.

[littlemissaddict]

Not My Day - Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Joe's first day off for a while and all reader wants to do is spend time with him but unfortunately she has to work.

Word Count: 1195

My first time writing for Joe but I saw this picture and the idea has been stuck in my head ever since so I just had to write it. RPF so if you don't like reading that please skip this.

Today was the first day in a while that Joe had had off. His past few months having been filled with filming, comic cons and work calls that he was really needing the time just to relax and recharge despite how much he enjoyed his work and everything that came with it. Although he couldn't deny he was looking forward to a few days spent doing nothing with his girlfriend, the only problem being that she had to work.

"Are you sure you can't just call in sick?" he pouted; his already big eyes seemingly larger now that he was pleading with her from his spot in the bed as he watched her get dressed.

"I would take a few days off but we're so understaffed already, I can't do that to them" she sighed because she wanted the same as him, a couple of days spent doing nothing but doing it together. Him being away for long periods of time was tough and she always missed him so much that it had almost broken them up as they spent more time apart than they did together at one point that it was just too much. "I will try for an early finish though but I can't promise anything" she compromised as she finished pulling her hair up into the tie and brushed a few stray pieces off her shirt from where they'd fallen.

"Do I get a kiss before you go then?" he asked, pushing himself into a sitting position and puckering his lips.

"A kiss I can do'' she confirmed but as she came closer, she noticed the cheeky smile that had worked its way onto his face and she could tell that he was up to something. She dropped her hands to her hips as she stood at his side of the bed, close but just out of reach, "but no funny business, you got it Quinn '' she laughed, eyebrow raised as she remained just out of his reach as she waited for his answer.

"You got it, love" he saluted, piling on the dramatics just to see her smile as she finally leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were as soft as he remembered and just as intoxicating as he tried to pull her back when she pulled away.

"I love you but I gotta go or I'm going to be late" smiled sadly as she left him with a wave as she left the room which was followed by his own shout of 'I love you' as she closed the front door behind her.

All throughout the day her mind kept wandering back to Joe and what she’d give to be back home, cuddled up with him on the couch with the tv on playing god knows what as they finally have a chance to catch up with each other and maybe steal a few kisses as well. Although it seems her wandering thoughts consumed her more than she’d thought as it seemed she kept making mistakes throughout the day as her boss pulled her aside just after lunch and told her to go home. She didn’t argue, instead collected her things and promised she’d be focused tomorrow as she passed her boss on the way on.

Stepping outside the building the first thing she did was pull out her phone and message Joe to let him know she was on her way home before pocketing her phone and beginning the twenty minute walk home.

“Joe honey, I’m home” she calls as she steps through the door, not even closing it before she hears Joe call out that he’s in the living room. Toeing her shoes off and leaving them by the front door, she deposits her bag on the bottom step of the stairs before she pads into the living room where she finds Joe sprawled out on the couch, who as soon as he sees her reaches out for her making grabby hands at her which makes her chuckle. The weight of the day feels like it’s been lifted off her shoulders by just being in his presence and she’s quick to cross the room so she can hold him, or more accurately he can hold her and she can’t start to feel more like herself again.

“How was work love?” he asks as she melts into him the moment he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his lap, burying his face into her neck where his stubble scratches against her skin which makes her shiver.

“Well I was sent home so that should tell you enough” she sighs, leaning her head back so that it flops back against his shoulder and inadvertently exposes more of her neck to him as he begins to press soft kisses against the skin that set the butterflies in her stomach all aflutter.

“Wanna tell me about it?” he asks, momentarily pausing his kisses to speak.

“Not much to tell, I just missed you” she admits, seeing no point in lying when she can tell he’s missed her just as much, “kept thinking about you so much that I kept messing up and I guess they’d had enough of me in the end” she mutters and he pulls his head from her neck.

“Yeah?” he questions teasingly, smiling when she nods then leaning into her so close that his lips brush against as he speaks again, “well I’m going to love on you so much tonight that you’ll be glad to get to work tomorrow just to get a break” he hums, closing the barely there gap between them and finally pressing his lips to hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss that has them both breathless when they pull away.

“Don’t think I’d ever want a break from you” she whispers, almost as if she’s afraid that her voice will break the little bubble they’ve situated themselves in.

“Is that a challenge baby” he questions, a smirk pulling at his lips when she shakes her head, “Oh I think it was” he chuckles, attacking her lips once more, this time in a bruising kiss that has her moaning into his mouth before he pulls away with a look of amusement on his face as she tries to follow him to get his lips back on hers. “Come on love why don’t you get changed into something more comfortable, we’ve got all night after all” he suggests, squeezing her thigh as she remembers that she’s still in her work gear and reluctantly, only after the reminder that he’s not going anywhere, does she pull away from him to do so.

With the promise of a night in her boyfriend's arms and her favourite food awaiting her she can’t help but think of how lucky she is that she gets to have this even if it’s few and far between and well she’s more than happy to have these precious moments to cherish even if it means a few months a year away from each other. Though there is one thing she knows for certain is that Joe is it for her and that’s all that matters to her.

[elliethejellie]

The Lovebug Virus - Chapter 1: KitKat

Yandere! Sun and Moon x Reader

Masterlist || Prologue || Chapter 2

*****

"And be sure to continue to practice reading Python, class. Your first major project is coming up in the next month," the professor says as the class begins packing up their stuff. You find yourself sighing heavily as you put your laptop away in your bag. This upcoming project will be the least of your worries if you can't keep going to school here.

"Hey, chipmunk," a deeper voice calls from a few tables away. You smile as your best friend, Kat, makes her way over to you rather quickly.

"What's up, KitKat?" you ask, slinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way out of the classroom with her in tow. She huffs before smiling wide and shoving her shoulder into yours.

"Sooo? Going to the party tonight?" she nudges for the millionth time in the past few days. You sigh just as you had all the other times. But before you can reject the invitation, Kat continues. "Come on, meatball! You haven't gone out with me since the first few months of school! I hear it's going to be huge because it's the official start of football season!"

You bite the inside of your cheek to hold back another sigh. You don't have any real reason not to go, and you hated having to let Kat down over and over like you had been. And plus, she did have a point. The two of you hadn't gone out together since the first couple of months of school, back in June when you first moved in together off-campus. Then, you two hadn't been as close. But a wild night at the local bar had brought you closer than anything, and you've been through everything together since. And with both of you going to school for engineering, you spent almost every day helping each other out with schoolwork.

You roll your head back as the two of you make your way out to your shared car. Kat leans on top of the car and contorts her face into an awkward pout that very much does not suit her features. It makes you laugh. "Fiiiine, but you owe me," you finally say, before climbing into the driver's seat.

The ride back to the apartment is filled with Kat's hopes to get laid by some sporty girl at the party, while your mind wanders to your very uncertain future. You haven't had the guts to tell Kat that you were fired from your job at the local bikini bar last week. Apparently, you were "too shy" and that made the guests "uncomfortable." Luckily, you were good enough with your money that you have the funds to keep paying the utilities at the apartment. But you can't continue to go to school if you can't find another job. 

The search has been unsuccessful so far, with absolutely nobody seemingly hiring within a thirty-mile radius that had decent pay. You would think that within a city as large as this, there would be plenty of reasonable options, but every single job listing continued to prove  the opposite. One had even basically described an unpaid internship, but it threw so many big, fancy words into the job description that if you weren't so smart, you would have certainly fallen for it.

You pull into your designated parking space and the two of you make your way up to the apartment, Kat still rambling on (although now she talks of some soft girl she met in one of her other classes). You unlock the door and head inside, Kat immediately going to make herself something to eat, while you retreat to your room. Once the door is closed, you throw your backpack onto the floor and flop down onto your bed. Between job hunting and school, you haven't had a moment to just relax and let go. Why does being an adult have to be so hard? Well, it probably isn't this hard for most people with the support of their family. But you just didn't have that luxury...

You sit up and drag your backpack to the edge of your bed, retrieving your laptop and resuming your search. You can't give up this easily and you've got a few hours before you have to start getting ready for the party anyways, so you might as well spend it being productive.

*****

"Oh wow," Kat says, stepping out of the car and ogling at the sheer mass of people surrounding the house in front of the two of you. She decided on a loose-fitting dark tank top with baggy lightwash jeans. You, on the other hand, had decided to stick with your usual oversized band tee and shorts. It's your go to outfit because it sorta makes you look like you're not as uptight as you feel you always are. But you seriously second guess your decision as you watch a group of girls wearing tight clothing or close to nothing at all walk past you.

Nobody will notice you. You look like a damn prude.

"Are you sure this is just a normal house party?" you ask nervously as Kat grabs your hand and drags you towards the front door. She laughs.

"Oh shush, meatball, you're going to make some friends with me today," she says once you guys step through the doorway.

"You mean I'm going to cower away in a corner while you find some girl to fuck around with?"

Kat glares at you playfully as she leads you to the kitchen. An assortment of different punch bowls line the countertop and several open bags of various snacks litter whatever remaining space there is. Despite this being where all the alcohol is, it is quieter here. You ponder spending the entire time sitting at the dining table and zoning into your phone. Kat narrows her eyes at you, as if reading your thoughts.

"Come on, please don't be like this. You need a break, so just let go and have some fun, okay?" When you don't respond, she grabs one of the red plastic cups and fills it to the brim with one of the mystery drinks before shoving into your hand and repeating the process for herself. She lifts hers up in front of you. "To a good night," she says, smiling.

You can't help but sigh and join in. "To a good night," you say, connecting the cup with hers before taking a long swig of the red liquid. It's pretty awful, tasting very vaguely of fruit punch but the taste is practically drowned out by the sheer amounts of vodka. It stings on the way down, but you find comfort in the warmth that follows. "Okay, I'll try to make some friends."

"Atta girl!" Kat says. "If you need anything, just text me, okay? My phone isn't on silent so if I don't respond, feel free to call!" She disappears out of the kitchen doorway and leaves you to your own searching. Maybe you could let loose and have some fun for once. Whatever is in this drink surely is fast acting, because you feel lighter already as you force your way through the mass of young adults, drunk or high off their asses. There's a sliding glass door into the backyard, and you can make out the faint glow of pool lighting from where you stood inside. Target spotted.

You head into the backyard and are relieved to feel the cool air on your skin again. The music is muffled out here, and the few people that are in the pool seem to be enjoying the cool water instead of being complete idiots. There's a group of people sitting around a fire pit, and you decide to join them.

For most of the party, you actually enjoy yourself. The group you approached was more than happy to let you join them, and they talked of some pretty interesting things, much to your surprise. You haven't seen Kat since the two of you split earlier, but you assume she must be fine since she hasn't texted you at all. 

Suddenly, you hear some playful screams coming from the back door. One of the bigger guys is laughing, surrounded by a rather large group of people, carrying none other than Kat herself.

"Put me down!" she screams, but there's a large, goofy smile plastered across her face that makes you relax a bit. The guy seems satisfied by her reaction.

"Aw what's wrong?" the blonde guy standing next to the fiasco says. "I thought you were just 'one of the guys' huh? Then surely you'd be fine doing what we normally do!"

And before you can even process his words, the guy holding Kat throws her into the pool.

You stand immediately, worry plastered across your face. But Kat emerges unscathed, and... laughing?

The other guys jump into the pool as well, and you notice a shy looking girl giggling from one of the lawn chairs. Something clicks in your head and you realize it was nothing more than a ploy to allow Kat to be noticed by that girl. You roll your eyes, but feel something pull at your heart. 

Why can't you be more like her? She gets the attention of everybody. And here you are, hiding away with some quiet people that you'll never talk to again instead of partying.

You sigh and excuse yourself to refill your drink. Once inside the kitchen again, one of the guys you had seen outside seems to have had the same idea, because he steps into the kitchen right as you try to leave it, promptly spilling your fresh drink across your shirt. "Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry bro, I didn't even see you," he slurs, reaching for a roll of paper towels and ripping off a few. 

You begin sopping up the liquid the best you can. After a moment, you realize the guy hasn't left. He's actually staring at you. "Is there something you need?" you ask, looking up at him with an annoyed expression.

Way to go, if he had anything nice to say, he probably won't say it now.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asks, brows furrowed in thought. It throws you off.

"I-I.. Probably n-not.." you stutter.

"Wait, yeah I do! You're that bitch from the bikini bar! Oh fuck, what did we call you? Uh.." He snaps his fingers. "Timid Tammy!" he says, seemingly proud of himself for remembering.

You feel your cheeks burn. Timid Tammy? That's what everyone had been calling you? An overwhelming surge of emotions overcomes you as you push past the guy, embarrassment tickling the back of your neck. 

See? You're nothing but a prude. Why can't you be normal like everyone else? 

The guy seems to find the entire situation rather comical, however, following you back to the backyard. Before you can get Kat's attention, he starts yelling at the guys in the pool.

"Bro! Look who's here! It's Timid Tammy!" Several of the guys pop their heads up in curiosity, different levels of amusement plastered across their faces. Kat locks eyes with you, immediately sensing your discomfort and begins getting out of the pool. She grabs her discarded clothes and tries her best to rush you out of the party before anyone can continue mocking you, glaring and insulting anyone she can on the way out. You don't exactly enjoy the amount of attention she's drawing to the two of you but god, what would you do without her?

You don't deserve her friendship. What have you ever done for her? You're even lying to her right now.

Once safely in the passenger seat of the car, you fall into a fit of tears. Kat begins the drive back home, unsure of what to say for a while as she lets you break down. You hate that you had to work at that stupid bar. 

But you loved the attention, you stupid whore.

Does Kat think you're nothing but a slut for working there? Why couldn't you just get a normal job like her, being a security guard or something? 

Because that's all you're good for. Your body gets the attention. Nobody cares about your mind.

"Hey, chipmunk," Kat says slowly, interrupting your negative self talk. You can't help but feel slightly grateful for the break of silence. There's nothing you hate more than silence. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

You scoff before you have much of a chance to think about it. "Oh, nothing. Just the fact that I'm good for nothing but my body. But even that's not good enough because I'm not outgoing and friendly like you." Kat flinches at your words, making you immediately regret them. "I-I'm sorry."

"No, you're angry. And rightfully so. What they said back there was fucked up, girl." She pulls into the gate to your apartment complex, parks, turns off the lights, but doesn't shut off the car. Instead, she turns to you. "Why do you even work there if you hate it so much?" she asks, and you shrink back under her curious gaze. Guess you don't really have much of a choice but to tell her now.

"W-Well, that's the thing... I kinda don't anymore?" The statement sounds more like a question with the way you say it, and Kat's curiosity turns to confusion.

"What? Did you quit?" You shake your head. "Seriously? They fired you? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how," you say sheepishly.

Kat puts her face in her hands for a moment. "So what have you been paying the utilities with?"

You slide further down into your seat. "M-My savings..."

The brunette takes a deep breath before speaking again. She grabs your hands and locks her blue eyes with yours. "Y/N, I'm going to ask my brother if there's any openings at the Pizzaplex. And if there is, you're going to take it. I assume since you're dipping into your savings, you can't afford anything for class?" You nod. "Yeah, I'm sure there's gotta be something in the plex that needs help. There's always something open. I just wish you would have said something, girl. You know I'm here for you."

You feel small under her gaze. Stupid. Childish. She always knows exactly what to do, and you always shut her out when you need her most. God, why haven't you just gotten a therapist yet? Oh, right. Can't afford one. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, KitKat," you whisper, feeling tears stinging your eyes again. Kat only smiles. 

"Shush, none of that. For now, lets go eat some ice cream or something and fall asleep watching a Disney movie."

"But you hate Disney movies."

"But you love them," she retorts. You smile and she finally shuts the engine off.

*****

A/N: So, the first chapter! Ahhh! I know, there's no Sun or Moon yet, but be patient, my lovlies. I meant it when I said slow burn. I have so many good ideas for this book. But it was absolutely necessary that I set up your good friendship with Kat first, so you don't underestimate how much she cares about you! Oh, and yay for trauma!! Gotta love that negative self-talk, am I right?? 

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and stay tuned for chapter two, because that's when you get to meet Sun! Until next chapter, my lovelies~

[jacob--scipio]

I have a bunch of connections for my muses over at @coloradohq that I’d love to see filled. So, I’ll just leave them here below the cut if anyone is interested.

MALACHI DUBOIS is looking for HIS EX/THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP (suggestions include Ilhan Sen, Kendrick Sampson, Daniel Henney, Dylan Bruce, Li BingBing, Aishwarya Rai), but you can reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKINGto find out more! (+ as a note, this connection is incredibly open for interpretation. I’m simply imagining a lot of pining and unresolved feelings. Malachi hasn’t had many serious relationships in his lifetime. He’s shied away from them for a variety of reasons, one of which is his PTSD. I imagine that this is someone he dated after returning stateside and for whatever reason, they ended things. It’s been some time, but Malachi still wonders about the what ifs!) 

MALACHI DUBOIS is looking for THEIR MILITARY BUDS. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP, but you must reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ Mal’s been out of the military for nearly two decades now due to a medical discharge (info in his intro post), but he still attends groups at the VA and keeps up with his military buds. Once a month, they all get together to have some drinks and shoot some pool. I’m imagining some casual friendships. I’d also like if one of them was more of a close friend – maybe they work out together every day – someone Mal can confide in, who uniquely understands his circumstances and helps him with managing his PTSD!)  

LEILA ATTAR is looking for THEIR COWORKERS AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP, but you must reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ Ambrosia is a gentleman’s club. So, there’s space for bartenders, dancers, waitstaff, security, etc. I imagine that the staff is relatively close since they work together frequently, but as with any job, there may be tensions and/or rivalries there. Maybe even secret romances. It’s really all up for plotting!)  

LEILA ATTAR is looking for HER EX FIANCE. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of Oliver Stark, Alejandro Speitzer, Ilhan Sen, Zeeko Zaki, Oliver Jackson-Cohen or Aaron Taylor Johnson, but you can reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ two weeks ago, Leila and her fiancé were supposed to get married. They’d been together for a while and were seemingly desperately in love, but on the day of the wedding, she had a change of heart, and left him standing at the altar. I imagine that he’s not too happy about that and is probably looking for an explanation. We can plot the details of their relationship together!)

LEILA ATTAR is looking for HER BEST FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP (suggestions: Drew Ray Tanner, Devery Jacobs, Danny Ramirez, Brandon Perea, Charles Melton, Kiana Lede, Kiana Madeira, Zion Moreno), but you can reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ They met during their modeling days and have been close ever since. Obviously, like any other friendship, they’ve had their ups and downs, but Leila considers this person to be her person, the one person she trusts most in the entire world, and she’ll need them even more than even now that her relationship has fallen apart!)

MALACHI DUBOIS is looking for their EMPLOYEES (2). they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of ANY FC but you can reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ Malachi owns a gym. So, this connection is really open to anyone who’d work there – personal trainers (boxing instructors, Zumba instructors), nutritionists, PTs, janitors, etc.!)

EDGAR YANG is looking for BUSINESS PARTNER. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP, but you can reach out to ofwishfulthinking to find out more! (+ Since his marriage fell apart, Edgar has realized that he’d devoted too much time to the business to the detriment of his personal life. As such, h’s taken a step back from the business and is attempting to have a better work/life balance. Edgar views his business partner as a life saver as they’ve really taken the reins on a lot of newer projects and have allowed him to spend more time away!)

LEILA ATTAR is looking for HER FREQUENT PATRON. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP (35+), but you can reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ A well known face at Ambrosia Lounge, they come to see Leila dance on a nearly weekly basis. They’ve got a comfortable sort of working relationship - they check in on her, and always leave a big tip. Leila is fond of them.!)

[quaildino]

So I found this short story that I had written in like middle school, and I had totally forgotten about it until I went on a deep dive into my drive today. And like, I don't know what was going on when I wrote it but damn...

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It targets your basic abilities first, the ones you don't think of and appreciate often. Extraordinary as they are, you never find yourself appreciating them as much as you should. Smiling, frowning, facial expressions like that, it takes those first.

Then things you think of more often. You can't show your feelings on your face at this point, but you can go up to someone and give them a hug to show them you like them. You can walk up to someone and slap them or turn your shoulder to show anger or annoyance. You can run away from someone to show fear. It takes that too, it paralyzes your legs and your arms, no more can you even fake independence, you must rely on those close to you to care for you.

And then it's things you use all the time, even when you're not moving or frowning. It steals your language, you can no longer speak. Before you could at least tell others about how you felt and how much you enjoyed their presence or despised it. Now they have to guess at what you feel by the blank expression that stains your face at all times now, they have to judge your pain and hurt by the minimal tensing of your paralyzed body. It has slipped into your body and is taking control of it, you have no control over your body now. You can't eat or drink on your own, and instead get your feeble nutrition by a tangle of plastic tubes that twist and turn and you can't ever seem to find where they start, but you know clearly where they end.

Your sight goes next, the beloved faces of those you hold close to your slow beating heart slip from your vision and all you have left is a misty memory. You can still hear all of their conversations, the ones they try to hide from your keen ears but cannot, because your ears are sharper than ever and you feel that you could hear the faint thumping of a mouse's heartbeat. You hear them talk about how horrible this is and how you must be so alone, trapped inside your head.

After your sight you vaguely feel something slither inside your mind and wrap itself carefully and tightly around your brain, blocking your memories so you don't remember anything and only hear strangers' voices as they talk about a poor person, stuck in a spider's web of pain and misery. Until suddenly your world goes silent and you're left floating in a silent black void.

The thing then worms it's way into your memory, and the numb nothingness turns into a raging tsunami of memories, and you find yourself caught between fights and cries, fears and bitter hatreds, reckless love and a biting angers, and everything in between. You find yourself torn between wanting to die and wanting to live to see all those beautiful faces that fill your unseeing eyes.

You try and fight the relentless thing that has burrowed deep inside you. You claw at the memories that block the way and tear them to pieces, not caring about the shreds you leave floating around and you just keep plowing through them. Memory after memory gets torn apart and suddenly as you try and picture the loving faces of your family, the caring faces of your friends you instead see ugly snarls and glares. You look at the shards of memories that have fallen and you see them mingling, you see the good ones eaten by the bad. You see the friendliness turned into annoyance and you see the forgiveness become disgust and the love turn into a blind hate.

You feel helpless, trapped in this infinite darkness and quiet, and you are. And as your bad memories corrupt your good ones you feel an uneasy swelling in your chest. You want to cry and scream and yell but know that even those seemingly minute things have been stolen. You try and hide from this building pressure, but you cannot, it fills you up and for a second you welcome the strange wholeness that you feel.

But it explodes and you try and cry out in terror but no sound comes from your throat and you feel the remaining memories turn into piles of dust. And for the first time in your whole life you are truly alone, but you can't remember all the feelings of welcome and happiness, you can't remember anything. And all you know is that crippling loneliness that you feel now. It consumes everything and although you don't recognize what it is you find yourself wanting anything but it.

You float around in the cold, silent blackness that is your mind and wish for someone, something to save you. And you find yourself staring at a grotesque gray face, and you love it, because you're not alone, you welcome this thing and you give it everything it asks for. It asks for your mind and your body and your loves and hates and you joyfully give it all of that and more, because you want to escape this all consuming loneliness, you would do anything to escape from it.

You don't realize that outside of your mind, in the real world that this thing is eating your body, you don't realize that it's driving you mad and that your body has been taken over. You don't realize that this thing is using your nails, your teeth to tear your body and all those near it apart. You don't know about the bloody strips of skin that are peeled away from your body by your own hands, you don't know that the blindness is from the thing using your hand to tear your eyes from your skull. You don't know about the cuffs that were put around your wrists and ankles to keep this thing from destroying more than it already has. You don't know about the thick dark liquid that gushes out from all the tears and gashes that your own hands and nails cause. You don't know about the vicious bite marks that mark the paper-thin skin and those that tried to calm the thing down.

All you know is the thing and how it asks things of you and you give them to it willingly. And then everything is gone and once again you're alone in an infinite void with an impenetrable silence.

After all that time struggling you've finally died, your soul fought the thing while your mind welcomed it and in the end it tore you apart, from the inside to the outside. And all those you cared about stared at the bloody mess that lay before them, it's face unrecognizable and ugly. And as they left the padded room, it's white walls and floors stained with splashes and pools of dark crimson, they said to each other, "I knew this would happen."

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I think it was supposed to be like a zombie virus for an apocalypse novel I wanted to write. But looking at it now it seems more like an allegory for mental illness.

[mcufan72]

If your life is in a dead end then it's the right time for a new beginning, a new country, a new town, a new home, a new job...and a new man? No, absolutely not ! With men you're done ! Really?

Coffee or Tea ?

Loki and fem! Reader (18+/Minors DNI)

(Fluff/smut/some self-doubt/mentions of cheating, not graphic and not Loki...I think that's it)

That's it! The final curtain has fallen. Everthing was done. You stood in the doorframe of the little house that had been your home for the last couple of years. You had made good memories here and bad ones, but this chapter of your life was closed now. You threw a last look through the now empty hallway, closed the front door and threw the key for your landlord into the post box. You loved to live here but the time for a change had come, to begin a new chapter in your life.

Your last relationship were a catastrophe. You had looked for so many years now for Mr. Right, a rational and attentive man to live with for the rest of your life...but you couldn't find him. Only heaven knew why. Maybe it was because of you, maybe not.

You only found the Mr. Not-Rights' ...and you knew them all: the liars, the cheaters, the yes-sayer, the no-sayer, the assholes, the wimps, the bullies, the snobs, the workaholics and with some of those kind of men you had been together... for only some weeks or a few months, with one of them even a few years. But it was never something real.

To make it easy for you now, you decided that you were done with men, for once and all. You were not overly self-confident but you knew what you wanted and how to get it...and you worked hard for it and so it was the perfect time for a restart.

You and your suitcase, filled with only some clothes and a few pieces of the past, hit the Airport right on time and after a long flight you arrived at the city of your dreams: New York.

New York, the city that never sleeps, the city where dreams come true...if I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere... and that was your new mantra. You were optimistic that everything would be fine in the end. You had a new job, your new boss were Anthony Stark and your new home was an apartment in his Stark Tower.

Your new job would start next week so you had enough time to move in and accommodate to your new environment. They all made it easy for you and you made it easy for them, everyone loved your warmhearted and caring nature. Whenever someone needed an advice, you had the right one, whenever someone needed a band aid, you had one, wherever your help was needed, you were there. When someone seems to be down, you placed a little note or a little gift at the roomdoor to make this person feel better again...and you made the best coffee and the best tea they had ever drunken. You loved your new life and felt honoured to work and to live together with superheroes and one of them were a literal god...unbelievable.

One morning you entered the kitchen area of the compound to prepare your usual coffee for you and your housemates. You recognised an unfamiliar restlessness among the others. But maybe it was because they had to go to a new mission. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured yourself some fresh hot coffee into it. The delicious aroma of the steaming brown liquid hit your nostrils and woke up every cell in your body. You took a big sip and when you put your mug down onto the kitchen counter, Wanda came up to you, seemingly very sleepy.

"Uurrggh, do you have some of your strong heavenly stuff for me? I'm in urgent need for a pick-me-up. " she yawned at you. "Of course. " you laughed at her and poured some coffee in a mug she had taken from the cupboard.

"What's going on this morning? You all seem excited. Do you have a new mission? " you asked her curiously.

"Something like that.." she answered. You sipped at your coffee, greedy to get to know more. " Come on, tell me, please. " "We are waiting for Loki Laufeyson, Thor's adoptive brother." "Loki Laufeyson? THE Loki Laufeyson, adopted or not, who attacked this city?" You couldn't believe what Wanda just had told you.

"Yeesss, THE Loki Laufeyson...but he was mind controlled back then and to show his will for rehabilitation he should work with us. We will see how it works out. " "Why are you saying that? Don't you trust him?" "I'm not sure. Do you know that he's the god of mischief and lies, a trickster?" You shrug your shoulders and took another sip of your coffee. "He's willing to come here and to work with you...and that he's a trickster and liar might be of good help on your missions. I think you all should trust him and give him a chance."

"Yes, you might be right. I'll definitely try to do so and the others will do it too, I'm sure." You gave her a satisfied smile and she grinned optimistically back at you and went over to her colleagues. You stayed at the kitchen counter and a few minutes later, Thor entered the compound together with his brother. You almost dropped your chin.

This was the infamous Loki Laufeyson? The way he strutted into the room and filled it with his aura and appearance was breathtaking. He was tall, long, athletic with the right amount of muscles, his torso a perfectly trained v-shape, his thighs a muscular dream, his ass to bite in, his big hands and long fingers...you didn't want to think about what they could do to you and where. You had the feeling that you could drown in his piercing blue eyes. His black curls, slicked back and shoulder long, gave him an angelic look. He looked so extremly pretty in his black suit. He was a sight to behold.

If you would still believe in love you would say you've fallen in love at first sight and he could be husband material...but you decided to stop drooling and walked over to them to welcome him here in his new home. Full of zeal you went towards him.

"Hello Mr. Laufeyson, I'm y/n , welcome in your new home!" You smiled at him friendly and offered your hand for a handshake. Loki looked up and down at you, he looked at your outstretched hand and raised one of his eyebrows and said... nothing...and he also didn't shook your hand. There was an awkward silence. But you didn't know how you should greet a god differently...and by the way, you treated them all the same here, superhero or god, with respect and decency...and that's how they all treated you too. You couldn't see anything wrong in your behaviour. Arrogant guy....but you didn't care, you knew them all, right?

Loki's facial expression was mischievous and mocking but in his eyes you could see...there was more, so much more. You were sure, he was different beside what he showed right now. Nonetheless you blushed and felt like you had embarrassed yourself.

"Okay, then, I leave now, I have alot of work to do. See you all for dinner." and you pulled your hand back. The others said their goodbyes to you and you left the compound. Except Loki. He said nothing. He just tilted his head a little bit and looked bored at you.

In the next weeks you didn't see Loki very often. Only in the mornings and for dinner and you just observed him from afar. He neither spoke to you nor looked at you. He ignored you and he just overlooked you when others were around. Whenever he met you somewhere alone in a room, he immediately left the location. Weird. What was so wrong with you that he always literally fled from you. Or wasn't it because of you? But in the end it didn't bother you. You felt sorry for him that it was seemingly very difficult for him to adjust himself to his new life here.

You found out that he prefered to be alone in his free time and that he spent most of his evenings in Tony's library to read books or the newspapers. He still had to adjust himself to the midgardian lifestyle. How it was your way, you wanted him to feel comfortable here too. You refused to ignore his presence and sometimes actions are more than words. You also didn't want him to feel ignored or excluded. You couldn't have that. And so you had an idea.

When you observed him secretly and from afar, you also found out that he loved to drink tea. You would make him some tea, every evening a new flavour. Tonight you chose to brew darjeeling first flush with the purest and freshest aroma. One cup for him and one cup for you. You took one of the two vintage tea cups you inherited from your grandma and you brought with you to New York in your suitcase...you chose the green one for him, it seems to be his favourite colour. You would take the blue one, and you poured the fresh tea into them.

Additionally for him you placed a chocolate mint piece and a small note on a small serving tray and brought it to the library right before Loki entered the location. You didn't want him to see you, you didn't want to cross his boundaries. You respected his privacy but you wanted to give him a feel of home. When you heard his signature walk on the hallway, you hurriedly left the library through the back door and you walked back to the kitchen. Your cup of tea was still waiting there for you.

When Loki entered the library, he immediately recognised the serving tray with the beautiful tea cup, the chocolate mint piece and the small, folded note on the table between the two armchairs he used to sit on every night. There was nobody besides him in this room and he wondered who had done this for him. Loki was curious what might be written on that little note so he unfolded it.

Darjeeling first flush,freshly brewed.Enjoy!

It made him smile. It was handwritten. How cute...and someone cared about him... He sat down, took the today's newspaper from the table and began to read. Whilst reading he ate the chocolate mint piece and drank the tea...it was delicious, the best tea he had ever drunken.

Next evening, next tea, a chocolate mint piece and a small, folded note again...Loki had to smile when he saw the small serving tray again and couldn't wait to read what was written on the small note.

Earl Grey tea,freshly brewed.Enjoy!

The following four days every evening the small serving tray with the green tea cup, the chocolate mint piece and the handwritten note waited for him in the library. This gesture really warmed his cold heart. Loki had an idea who could be the person who did this for him the last six evenings. But he needed confirmation and so he hid himself in the library.

Tonight you would make the last flavour he hadn't taste yet. Maybe he would let you know which flavour he liked most and you could make this tea for him again. If not, you would return to the first flavour and repeat it in that order of the last days. You wanted to grab your grandma's tea cups from the cupboard...but they weren't there. Uurrggh, did someone use them without asking for permission? ...you would clear this issue later. You decided to take the teapot with you because you knew there were also cups in the library. The chocolate mint piece and the note you shoved into the pocket of your jeans.

After you entered the library you looked for cups...and you couldn't believe what you saw. Your grandma's tea cups, the green one and the blue one, were placed on the table between the two armchairs. You were speechless...and felt caught.

"Would you like to sit down and drink some of your perfectly brewed tea with me?" A husky velvety voice sounded behind you. Slowly, very slowly you turned around and looked into Loki's beautiful face, a smirk in the corner of his mouth, his hands crossed behind his back.

"Perfectly brewed tea? So you...liked the teas I've.... made for you? And ahhh...ahm...I...yes I would...would love...aahhmm...love to stay with...with you. But I...don't..want to...to disturb you." you stammered.

Since when weren't you able to create a whole sentence? Why was he so nice to you? He never spoke a word to you before. But how could you resist when he asked you so nicely to stay with him. But you sweared to yourself that you were done with men... but he smelled so good...and you felt so comfortable with him....fuck the hormones, they were always betraying you.

"You could never disturb me, darling. And yes, I liked every single tea you've made for me. "

Darling? Did he just call you darling? What?

You both sat down, Loki took the tea pot from you hands and poured some tea in the two cups on the small table between the two armchairs you chose to sat in.

"Which tea is it tonight, darling. Did you write a note for me again?"

You fumbled the note and the chocolate mint piece out of your pocket and passed it to him. He unfolded the note while you stared at him.

Green tea with jasmine aroma.Enjoy!

"Sounds delicious, darling. And thank you for doing this for me. It felt homely and cozy. I really appreciated it. I never thanked you for it...'cause I wasn't sure if it was you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Laufeyson. To know now that you enjoyed the tea and that it made you feel comfortable is enough for me." you said calmly. "Loki...." "You mean?..." "Call me Loki please."

You stayed up all night talking and drinking the tea. He felt so safe with you. Your charisma, your self-confidence, your attraction was beautiful and strong, he was sure you would understand him, his actions and motives and why he did what he did...without judging him. Loki couldn't explain it, the feeling was just there. He told you everything about his past, the bad things he did, the things which nearly destroyed him, the trust he had lost in everyone and everything he believed in, the relationships he had and that they never felt real.

He told you about his true heritage and his struggles to accept it. He couldn't stop talking, the need to talk about his past and his pain was unbearably strong. And you? You just listened to him. You didn't jugde him, you were just by his side ... and listened, a gentle gaze steadily directed at him.

You were speechless. What had he endured?You wished for him that he could feel positive things again like trust, acceptance and love and that he could feel comfortable with himself again. He deserved to be loved too. He had a heart, you new it. But he covered it behind a wall, he covered the soft side of his personality behind a mask. And you understood that. You were sure he had so much to give.

Maybe he would show you his true form one day...you really wished for it. Maybe you could give him all the trust and safety he needed to do it. You were sure, he was the most beautiful being in his true form based on how good looking he was every day. And beside this...his heart would always stay the same. That was what counted for you, not his appearance.

You were sure he had this soft side...and he was so scared to get hurt again and again...like you. Somehow, partly you and him shared the same scars on your bodies and souls...

After everything he had told you, you were sure that he was the most caring, most loving and most protective man you have ever met or will ever meet in the future. Could he be the man you always had been looking for? No..no..you were done with men, you were done with them and over it. But you could be his friend...perhaps.

You also felt so comfortable and safe with him that you told him everything about your past too. About the idiots you had dated, about the workaholic you had been together with for several years, how he cheated on you and decided to kick your ass after everything you had done for him in his life and his bed and how he decided to marry that woman because she was so much better than you, if it was true what your ex had told you. You also told him that you were not interested in men anymore, you were tired of them and how they treated and disappointed you.

Loki felt hurt for you. How dared this son of a bitch treat you like this, not to talk about the other jerks. All he knew was that you cared about the people around you, that you were warmhearted and lovable...and the most beautiful and adorable woman he had ever met. You should be treated like a queen...or better..like a goddess. He would love to treat you like one if you were his, he would always adore and worship you, protect you...but you said you were done with men and he would never cross that line you had created around you...he just had to accept your decision...but maybe he could be your friend. It would be better than nothing.

It was in the early morning hours when you decided to leave the library to get some sleep. You stood in front of Loki...awkwardly, and didn't know what to do. Embrace him? Offer your hand again for a handshake? Nothing of it? Loki stared at you, his gaze full of ... adoration? Sympathy?

You didn't realise that he closed the distance between you, you were lost in his gaze and in he in yours. Without thinking any further you pressed your lips on Loki's. He kissed you back immediately, pressing you firmly against his body. You stroke his arms upwards to rest your hands on his shoulders. You felt his muscles flex under your touch and he felt how you melted into him.

You licked his lower lip and sucked it into your mouth carefully. Loki did the same and pressed his tongue against your lips, asking for further access. You opened your mouth for him. He let his tongue slip in and explored your mouth, your tongues began to dance with each other. His one hand stroked your face, your jawline and his thumb caressed your cheek, his other hand held you at your waist, still pulling you against him.

You couldn't get enough of him. He tasted so good, his scent was divine, a mixture of moss, leather and a hint of lemon. One of your hands were tangled now in his silky raven-black curls, stroking his scalp and his neck up and down. Your other hand caressed his throat down to his chest and upwards again. The kiss heated up further and when you both were heavily panting you broke the kiss...you needed a deep breath. You brought the fingers of your hand to your kiss-swollen lips, your other hand still buried in his curls and your eyes widened. You couldn't believe what you just did.

Why? Why did you kiss him...oh god, why? You panicked, it must be because of the lack of sleep, you were no longer master of your senses.

"What was that darling? Ahhmm, I didn't want to miss this, it was wonderful, amazing but...you said you were done with men." He chuckled and smiled lovingly at you.

"Thisss...was an accident. " you panicked and replied quickly.

"Ahhh..yes, an accident, of course." Loki raised his eyebrows amused and wasn't able to hide a knowing smirk.

He thought he could never feel anything again but hate and anger. He thought, he would never be capable of feelings like sympathy or love again, he had buried them deep inside of himself. Nobody beside his mother and his brother wanted to be loved by him or wanted to be protected or liked by him. There was never someone real. It was always just carnal desire that needed to get satisfied. But since he met you, the feelings of sympathy, love and genuine desire came back, they took him over and there was nothing he could do against it.

And he had to admit it felt good. You felt good, your kiss and your touch felt good. You tasted divine, better than he could have imagined. The shivers you sent through his body and down to his core were the best he had felt in years. It felt so good to hold you in his arms.

No no no, you were done with men, absolutely done...but why did you have the tingling in your stomach as if there were butterflies flapping around you when he was near...and why the hell did you kiss him...his scent enchanted you, made you feel dizzy and his lips on yours, so soft and delicious ... pure magic, heaven...

...when the moon touches the sun, than I'm only there for you, when the light seduces the shadow, we are so close to the stars...

You felt like you were floating through the sky, touching the stars...heaven, you were in heaven. After staring at him for one more moment you couldn't help yourself and kissed him again. Loki deepend the kiss quickly. But you broke the kiss and loosened you embrace.

"I should better go now. Thanks for the wonderful night Loki. It means a lot to me."

"Sleep well, darling. And I thank you for this night, and thank you for listening to me. It means really a lot to me too."

You smiled at at him, tired but happy. And so did he. You gave him one last hug and left the library.

The next day you had a plan. You couldn't forget yesterday's evening you've spent with Loki...and that wonderful kiss. You wanted to be together with him again, somewhere more intimate. You didn't want to risk that anyone would enter the library when you and Loki were in there. You were sure, Loki still preferred to stay alone and the only person he would accept for company were you.

You wanted his friendship...and if you were honest with yourself and against all odds, you wanted more ... friends with benefits perhaps? That was not the dream of your sleepless nights but you wanted him...you needed him...you had fallen for him. Did he feel the same? You had to find it out and so you took your heart in your hand and knocked at his door, the teapot and the two cups on a tray in your cold hand...you were so nervous and freezing cold. You did never something like this before. What was Loki doing to you? He had changed your whole point of view when it comes to rethink your attitude towards love and relationships.

Loki opened his door, looked astonished at you and you walked in. You placed the teapot and the teacups on a table nearby and wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him firmly.

"You're so cold, darling...like a little... ice crystal. Are you okay? " he asked you full of concern and held you firmly in his arms.

"I'm absolutely fine. Warm me. I want to get warmed by you" and you latched your lips on his and exchanged wet and longing kisses with him.

"I'm so happy that you came to me, darling. I would've never asked you to come..." he panted between your kisses. You felt his arousal grow and his semi-hard cock pressed against your heated core. If you weren't sure if he felt the same and wanted the same like you, here you got your answer.

You walked him slowly backwards to his bed, still kissing and touching him. When his legs touched the bed, you made him sit down first, and you gave him more passionate kisses and sucked his neck gently. He layed down and took you with him...he wanted you so much, he wanted to feel you, taste you... the tea ran cold in the teapot but you began to feel warm again, so warm. Your desire for each other became unbearable and you both couldn't get out of your clothes fast enough.

"Ruin me"

"Say it again"

"Ruin me"

"Again "

"Ruin me"

"Yes, I'll ruin you...I'll ruin you, my god, for every other woman, you're mine" you panted heavily. You didn't know where this self-confidence came from but Loki made you feel so safe. Both of you were completely naked now, his gaze and his hands roamed all over your body, touched every intimate and sensitive part of you.

After you had straddeled him, you slowly sank down onto his painfully hard cock, kissing his mouth, swallowing his groans, nibbling at his neck, his earlobe, licking and sucking his pulse point. "Baby please, move, I beg you...please... move..." "Patience, my Prince, I want this to last a bit longer." The velvet in your voice increased his arousal. You drank him in, his gorgeous body, how beautiful he looked with his black, long, scrubby hair, the flexing muscles of his arms and torso, layers of thin sweat covered his whole body...he was a sight to behold.

You were so blessed that he chose you, that he wanted you too, that he allowed you to see him like this. Without any mask, vulnerable and needy. You didn't deserve him but you wanted him, here right now and in general. Slowly, very slowly you began to roll your hips, your unbelievably wet, tight pussy took his hard length perfectly. He felt you clench around him and began to thrust into you, hitting all the perfect spots inside of you. His thumb drew firm but tender circles over and around your sweet pearl, bringing you closer to your release.

You and Loki were now in the perfect angle to reach your highs at the same time. It was something you've never experienced before. Never before your body merged with that of a man as perfectly as it did with Loki's. Sweet sweat and heavy arousal lingered in the air. You both didn't want it to end. You wanted it to last forever. Right now you didn't know if it would just be this one night or if it was just the beginning of something wonderful. For now you enjoyed this beautiful moment.

While you rode him and Loki increased the pace of his thrusts into you, his free hand roamed over your hole body again and caressed every part he could reach, first his thumb stroked over your sensitive nipples, then his hand wandered upwards to your mouth and his thumb rubbed over the kiss swollen lips of your mouth and you sucked gently at his finger. You steadied yourself with both hands on his well toned chest, caressing his abs from time to time, your nails gently scratching over his perfect, soft skin.

Again you leaned down to kiss him, your tongue played with his, exploring his mouth and tasting him. He bit carefully into your lower lip, his hand cupping your head and stroking through your hair...he wanted you to stay like this, upon him, he wanted to feel your weight on his body. He couldn't believe that you allowed him to make you his. He wanted to show you how he really was, without any mask. He wanted lose control. With you it felt possible. You teared down the wall around his heart. He felt the shackles of the past vanish. There was no way back for him now, he had fallen for you, deeply.

You wanted him to stay like this, buried deep inside of you, forever. " Lo...I..." you moaned, barely able to speak. "I know, princess...I can feel it...cum for me...I'm right there too." and with a few more thrusts of him and the voluptuous moves of your hips, an earthshattering orgasm washed over you both, you screamed each others names in pure relief, an unbelievably happy feeling.

You crashed down on his chest, completely spent and Loki's state wasn't any different from yours. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He wanted to take good care of you. When you both came down from your highs and your breaths calmed down, he rolled you both to one side and stroke his fingers up and down your spine. You clinged to his body and cuddled deeper into him, enjoying his proximity and his weakening cock inside of you, your one leg wrapped around his waist.

"Are you with me, love? " he needed to know if you were okay. "I've never felt better." you answered him, full of bliss. "Want to take a shower with me, princess? " "Oohhh yesss, that would be fantastic " you cooed. It was wonderful how Loki took aftercare of you. You had never felt this kind of tenderness. He bottomed out of you, got up from the bed and took you with him to the bathroom under the shower. Your legs felt a bit wobbly after the intense orgasm you just had. But Loki steadied you in his strong arms.

You cleaned each other tenderly and never stopped kissing and touching. After you had finished showering, Loki returned to the bed first. When you entered his bedroom again, he sat against the cushions of the bed's headboard and waited for you to come back to him. A bedsheet covered his lower parts...and the sight of his still visible v-line and his perfect upper body, his still wet hair, slicked back and slightly dripping, made you all giddy and aroused again.

You tossed your towel away and crawled back into the bed under the bedsheet and positioned yourself between his long legs, your back pressed against his chest.

He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, wrapped one arm around your stomach, his other hand held yours and his thumb drew circles over the back of your hand. You laid your head relaxed in the crook of his neck.

"Stay !" he whispered to you, his nose buried into your still damp hair, inhaling your scent.

"What?"

"Please stay...I don't want to be alone tonight. I would like to wake up next to you in the morning."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course...why do you ask?"

"May I ask you one morething? " "Shoot.." he chuckled.

"Is it...is it just a one-night-stand or...or maybe more..?" "For me...it would be wonderful if it were more...I...I would like to...to court you..and to be together with you...just...just if you want it too and just if you....want me."

You looked at him and gave him a loving smile. His gaze was soft and full of adoration. "I would love to be courted by you...and yes, I want you and I'll stay overnight."

"That makes me so happy, love." Loki cupped your cheek and gave you a passionate kiss, it felt heavenly and you weren't sure if you would even get an hour of sleep this night.

"Thank you for being so gentle with me and so tender, I've never felt so safe with someone.." His eyes teared up. Never before anyone, who had shared his bed with him, said such nice and warm words to him. You were his now, you were his Queen and he would treat you like one. He had definitely fallen for you, he would never let you go again.

"What would you like to drink for breakfast, love?" "I would like me some tea."

" Liar !"

"What? Why are you saying that, Lo? You're so mean to me...and that after I gave my body to you, after I allowed you to make me yours. I really thought you like me." you pouted with mock seriousness.

"Coffee! I know for sure that you're in urgent NEED for coffee in the morning. You NEED it to wake up every single cell in your gorgeous desirable body." Loki nugded a finger playfully several times in the side of your stomach to underline every single word he said to you and you had to giggle.

"How do you know? We never had breakfast together. "

"I observed you like you observed me, secretly." "You did what?" "Uuuhhh, look who's talking.." and he nugded you again.

"I never thought you could want me. I did so many bad things, I never thought that someone would ever love me or even like me again. That was the reason why I was so distant to you. I just pretended to ignore you. The truth is, I didn't ignore you, I adored you from afar. I'm broken and complicated. I liked you from the first moment I saw you. But I knew that you knew everything about my past and..."

"Stop, Lo. If you're broken and complicated then I'm broken and complicated too. I have also a past and a lived life. I also made mistakes and bad things happened to me too. I thought I would never find a loving man who loves me and to whom I can give all my love and attention... I thought that I'm not enough for anyone. I thought I am done with men."

"Are you?"

"Seemingly not, I would say." You both chuckled and kissed passionately again and cuddled closer.

"Please let me love you, my little ice crystal."

"I already let you do it, Lo baby... because I want to love you too."

A new country, a new town, a new job, a new life and a new man...in the end everthing was fine for you and for Loki... and it was only just the beginning of something wonderful. You were meant for each other and together with him everthing only could get better...and without knowing it you had saved his heart and his live.

💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

A/N: the following lines are not mine and taken from these songs:

New York,...the city that never sleeps....if I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere...

(New York, New York by Frank Sinatra)

When the moon touches the sun, then I'm only there for you...

(Wenn der Mond die Sonne berührt by Hubert Kah, translated for this fic by me)

Because you asked me and I'm still happy that you did...thank you very much again and I tag

@lokisprettygirl @wheredafandomat @fictive-sl0th

Enjoy 😉😊

[hilarychuff]

OMG I just thought of another "The Princess Diaries", sometimes I still think of Sansa who waited for Jon and him never showing up. My poor baby😭

ok i knew i wanted to do this jonsa princess diaries au scene almost immediately because a) frankly there aren't that many actual mia michael scenes in the movie and i don't have my copies of the books at my apartment and b) it's cute!! cute before the heartbreaking moment where jon accidentally stands her up!!! you can imagine the ensuing angst for yourself on this one ❤️ also i thought about waiting until the morning to post this but whatever fuck it i’ll just shameless self reblog later

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Oh For Fork’s Sake

“Um,” Sansa says suddenly, the slightly higher pitch of her voice grabbing Jon’s attention as they walk side by side to school.

She’s been talking practically nonstop for the last five minutes, rambling really as she fills him in about her day yesterday, how Sister Mordane gave her a solo in choir, how Robb’s band practiced the same song for forty-five minutes straight at their uncle Benjen’s garage last night. He doesn’t mind. He’s liked just listening, actually. Well, not exactly listening. He’s getting the gist of what she’s saying he’s pretty sure, and he’s been responding appropriately (or at least he thinks he has, nodding along each time she glances over at him at least), but mostly he’s just been enjoying walking next to her.

It’s rare that it’s just the two of them like this — usually Arya is nearby, or Robb, even her little brothers Bran or Rickon — but when he’d rang the Stark family’s doorbell that morning, she’d been the only one who’d answered, opening the door almost immediately and then snapping it shut behind her. Arya was running late, she insisted. Too late to wait for. She’d overslept, told Sansa they should go ahead without her, that she’d grab a ride with Robb instead. So they’d left, and Sansa had seemingly made it her mission to fill the silence for every moment since.

He doesn’t mind. Lately, his head has been so full of stupid prince stuff, packed to the brim with names of long-dead relatives and Valyrian family crests and edicts the Targaryen line had issued over the last 300 years. Daenerys has been drilling him on them relentlessly, insisting he’ll be an embarrassment of an heir if he doesn’t figure out how to get this all down. She’d lost her temper with him last night when he’d mixed up his oyster fork and cocktail fork, and he’d been so frustrated he’d shoved away from the table, so desperate for a break that he’d nearly knocked his chair to the ground. Instead it had only wobbled for a moment, then slammed back down onto all four legs, loud enough that it had startled one of his aunt’s vicious little corgis that had been crowded around her feet under the table. Drogon had lunged, snapped at his ankle, and Jon was certain he’d been on the verge of starting an international incident once he’d finally managed to shake his pants free of the pup’s clenched teeth.

Daenerys had banished him for the rest of the night after that, commanding him to get out of her sight, and he’d stormed straight out and walked the 15 blocks home without stopping. Only Ghost had been able to help him calm down, but when he’d fallen asleep later that night, his dreams had been plagued by royal rules and family trees and he’d woken up stressed all over again. So hearing Sansa just babble on about her day as they walk the half mile from her place to school — well, it’s been kind of nice to pretend at least for a few moments that everything is still normal. That he’s just a regular high schooler like she is.

Now, though, she’s like a record that skipped the track, a few sharp little intakes of her breath punctuating the silence that’s fallen between them even as she keeps her strides steady.

“Um, so I was wondering,” she finally manages, and is she… nervous? Is that what the babbling had been about? She’s a little flushed too now that he thinks about it, both of her thumbs hooked into her backpack straps instead of swinging loosely at her sides. Did Arya tell her about him? Does she know? Is that why she’s suddenly acting weird around him?

“Do you —” she starts, then lets out a huff of a laugh, shaking her ponytail as if that’ll reshuffle the words she’s looking for into just the right order. When she finally gets them out, they’re not at all what he was expecting. “Do you have plans already for Saturday night?”

The question takes him entirely by surprise. Is she asking what he thinks she’s asking?

“Why, is Robb’s band playing somewhere?” he says by way of answer. “Did he recruit you to find him roadies again?”

“Oh, no — Well, I mean, yes,” she says. “Robb managed to convince some café by Dacey’s house that they’re definitely good enough to be playing public gigs, but I, um —” She hesitates again, just for a moment. “I was thinking maybe, if you wanted to, we could do something else. The parts for your mustang came in, and Uncle Benjen gave me my own key to the garage just in case I ever need it, and I know he wouldn’t mind if we wanted to work on your car after hours.”

She’s blushing a little more now, biting her lip, and he can’t believe for a moment that this is really happening. He’s never imagined it like this, her asking him, so nervous that it makes him feel more confident than he ever has in comparison.

“If we wanted to work on it?” he teases, grinning.

“OK,” she says, rolling her eyes, but he can see her fighting her own smile even as she looks straight ahead instead of at him. “If you wanted to work on it while I watched. And maybe —” She hesitates again, sneaks a glance at him, but his smile seems to reassure her. “Maybe we can even order pizza. And M&Ms. And put it on the company card. Uncle Benjen still owes me from that time he accidentally spilled transmission fluid on my math homework.”

He nods along, waits for her to finish, and then shoots her mock-suspicious look.

“You know,” he drawls. “If I didn’t know any better, Sansa, I’d say you were trying to ask me on a date.”

She laughs, finally releases her iron grip on her backpack straps so she can give him a playful shove.

“Shut up. Do you want to or not?”

When her arms drop to her sides, they’re close enough that his knuckles brush against the back of her hand. Suddenly, he feels like he could correctly identify a thousand stupid little forks, recognize the minute differences in each one by touch alone. “OK,” he agrees. “Yeah, Saturday. Let’s do it.”

His knuckles brush the back of her hand again, his fingers flexing, hand open just in case she wants to slip hers into it — and then Arya is bursting between them.

“Um, hello!” she demands, just this side of panting, her school uniform rumpled and ragged where Sansa’s is pristine and pressed. “Didn’t you two hear me shouting your names? And why didn’t you wait for me? I told you I just needed a few minutes!”

He shoots Sansa an accusatory look, and she has the good grace to at least seem a little sheepish. Still, to think that she purposely went out of her way to get him alone? If you put a family tree in front of him, he could fill out every single fucking name, date, and formal title on the damn thing.

“Sorry,” Sansa says. “I thought you were just getting in the shower, not getting out.”

If she were paying attention, Arya would see that for the obvious lie it is, but she’s not looking at them anymore, instead looking down the street past them.

“What’s going on at school?” she asks, and she’s right, there’s something, a crowd hovering around the front steps.

The whole area is buzzing, people milling around with microphones and cameras and tape recorders, reporters and photographers loitering as if they’re waiting for something. There are some students out front too, Joffrey and Margaery and Loras all at the top of the steps — and then Joffrey is leaning out over the railing, pointing, shouting something and, almost as if as one, the whole mob turns to look at Jon. Fuck.

[nixll]

venice for one

pairing : harry styles x reader

summary : after getting broken up with and struggling with your own insecurities, you make the split-second decision to take a solo trip to venice. you expect the week to be a fun-filled adventure, but when you accidentally have a run-in with a famous popstar, things don’t go quite as you expect them to. 

word count : 9.5k

warning : smut, 18+

“you don’t ever do something just because it makes you feel good?”

paris for one by jojo moyes

The moment you step off the train and onto the platform, you feel a sudden urge to turn back around, toss your bags back on the bench you had been seated on, and make the same exact trip you had just taken again, only backwards this time.

Instead, you force your feet to take one step after another, your suitcase dragging noisily behind you against the concrete platform as you lug your tote bag higher up on your shoulder. In your hand is a note scribbled with the name of the bed and breakfast you booked yourself into, and directions written neatly with bullet points, but as you enter the city of Venice, Italy, you know finding the place you’re looking for is going to be much harder than you had first thought.

The city, as gorgeous as it is, is a slightly confusing maze of sidewalks and canals, and there’s people everywhere. The anxiety you had managed to push away when you got off the train is slowly returning as you look at your directions and attempt to find your way.

This trip had been a split-second decision, one made by your irrationally, heartbroken brain only a few hours after your boyfriend had dumped you. The breakup had come as a surprise to you, especially after many of your friends had brought up the idea of marriage after several years together, but your now ex-boyfriend had thought otherwise.

“You’re not the girl I fell in love with,” he had claimed in an uproar as he threw a suitcase together, “you’re not the fun, outgoing person I used to know.”

You had tried arguing against his claims, but it had done no good, and in the end, he had walked out with nothing more than a promise to come back to what had been your shared apartment to get the rest of his stuff over the next few days. When you called your friends to tell them what happened they had done their best to fill your head with encouraging words and stories about how you were still a fun person to be around, but the longer you thought about it, the more you realized your ex was right.

You weren’t the same person he had fallen in love with, and you hadn’t been that person in a long time. In some ways that was okay. You had fallen in love young and where you grew up, he still acted like the immature college student you had met years ago. He partied constantly, going out with friends at all hours of the night, and you honestly don’t remember the last time the two of you hung out somewhere other than the bar down the street. Nice restaurants had never been his thing, and in wanting to make him happy, you had never opted for anything but what he suggested.

You knew he wasn’t happy anymore, and neither were you. You were getting older and concerning yourself with your job and what your future looked like, not when the next time you could go for a cocktail hour was. You had settled into a routine for yourself, one that required no more effort than you needed, and in having that, your now ex-boyfriend decided you were a prude.

After a while, though, you wondered how much of what he had said to you was true. You don’t remember being much of a party girl when you were younger, but you definitely had your moments, and you definitely hadn’t had one of those moments in a long time. You knew if asked what word could describe you the best, adventurous or outgoing wouldn’t be the first word, or second or third to pop into anyone’s head, but maybe you wanted to be those things.

Maybe you wanted a stranger on the street to look at you and wonder what kind of adventures you had been on because just by looking at you, they can tell you know how to have a good time. Maybe you wanted to be that pretty girl in the room, the one that nobody could take their eyes off of.

Five hours after your relationship had ended, you decided you didn’t need your ex, but you did need a change of pace.

You were going to take a trip to Italy by yourself. You hadn’t told anybody, not even your friends, and had only left a brief voicemail to your workplace calling out sick for the rest of the week and no other explanation. It had taken you an hour to book all the tickets needed for travel and to find a place to stay that would take you with such little notice, but in practically no time at all, and with two haphazardly packed bags, you had been on your way to Italy for what you hoped would be a fun adventurous few days.

So far, the idea of a fun filled week had completely escaped your mind and your first day in Italy had started out with a drag.

You had yet to find the Bed & Breakfast you had booked yourself into, and with a sore shoulder from carrying your bag and your hand growing increasingly sweaty as you gripped onto your suitcase, you were beginning to think about what your best bet would be on getting home.

Not a single person you had managed to stop speaks English, and even after you show them the name of the place scribbled at the top of your sheet in Italian, nobody is seemingly able to help you. Venice is not the biggest city, and you remember briefly reading about how it is possible to walk the entire city in the matter of an hour. With a glance at the watch on your wrist, you’re ready to turn around and make your way back to the train station in the hopes of catching a ride back.

That’s when you spot it: the barely-there sign with a name on it that matches the one on your paper.

Vera Ospitalità.

It’s a cute little blue building, looking exactly like it did when you were Googling places to stay in Venice. It hadn’t cost very much, and the lady had sounded sweet over the phone when you asked how soon she would have a room open.

“We always have a room open, cara.”

You hadn’t quite understood what she meant at the time, but the sight of those two Italian words fill your body with a jittery joy as you let out a shout, catching the attention of a few people walking past you. You pay them no mind as you pick up the pace, not taking your eyes off the sign until you’re standing in front of the door and pushing it open.

The bell above lets out a delightful jingle as you walk in. You can only imagine what you look like to the lady sitting at the desk as you walk in with sweat dripping down your forehead and a slightly rumpled paper stuffed in your hand, but she offers you a cheerful smile.

“Are you Irene?” you ask, slightly out of breath as you step up to the desk, letting your bag fall from your shoulder. “We talked on the phone yesterday.”

“Yes! Hello, cara,” Irene says, standing from her seat and reaching for the guestbook she keeps under the counter. “I am happy to see you made it. How was your trip?”

You smile, trying not to think about the want to turn back around and head home you felt only minutes ago. “It was good! Happy to finally be here.”

“Oh, yes, yes. Just sign these forms and I will get you your key.” Irene pushes the book your way and you easily sign your name on the dotted line. “There is only one bathroom upstairs, but you get the room directly across from it.”

Your head snaps up from the book. “One bathroom?”

“Yes,” Irene nods, “but it has a tub, and the water runs perfectly. And there is only one other guest staying here this week, so there should be no trouble.”

“There’s only two of us here?”

Irene pauses. “You ask many questions.”

You offer a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“There is a young man staying here also, about your age. I only have four rooms and I don’t get many guests.”

You briefly wonder if you should have chosen a slightly more expensive place to stay, but your expectations hadn’t been very high coming in and how bad can it be when there are only two of you staying?

Irene hands over your key, directing you up the stairs to where your room waits for you. “Breakfast is served at 7 if you would like some, otherwise I have a list of places around the city you can visit.”

You give Irene one last thank you before you’re heading up the stairs, your suitcase and bag in hand. Your room is immediately at the top to your right, with the door across from yours labeled bagno with a cute little wooden sign. There are two more rooms a little further down the hall, and then one at the very end with the door open enough for you to glance inside.

There’s music playing – something you’ve heard on the radio a million times before but can’t remember the name of – and you can make out the silhouette of someone sitting at a small desk next to a window. With the way the setting sun is shining through, you can’t make out any of the figure’s features, but you know that this is the man Irene mentioned downstairs.

You wave a hand. “Hi.”

You can see him turn his head, but can’t make out any features still, nor an expression, as he stands and shuts the door without a second thought.

You frown, deciding not to dwell on it as you unlock your room and step inside. It’s small, and you know your friends would try and make it sound better by calling it quaint, but you decide that it’s not any more or any less than you need for the week. There’s a small desk and dresser off to the side, and a twin size bed with a side table sitting next to the headboard. The sight of the small, but very neat room is comforting after the mix of emotions you’d spent your afternoon with, and you find yourself wanting to just fall against the comforter and end your day there.

So, you do, quickly changing into your sleep clothes and doing your nightly routine, you let all the anxiety and the interaction with the man down the hall fall from your mind as you slip under the covers and rest your head against the pillow. It’s early, but you figure you’ve had enough adventure for the day. Plus, you still have the next few days left to spend in the city.

Sleep comes easy to you, so easy that you’re shocked awake the next morning at the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hall, and then a slam of a door. Lifting up from your bed, you glance at the clock on the table next to you and let out a small groan. You hadn’t been planning on taking up Irene’s offer of breakfast at 7, but now that you were awake you figured you might as well do exactly that. The grumble your stomach lets out seems to further settle the idea to get ready and go downstairs into your head.

The banging across the hall continues, and you know the sound belongs to the man from down the hall. Not wanting another interaction like the day before you decide to wait for the sound of the door opening and steps retreating down the hall, knowing the man has returned to his own room before you head into the bathroom with your things to get ready. You throw on a simple outfit for the day, doing all your daily necessities. The smell of cologne fills the small space, and normally it would be something that would irritate you – someone else treating a space as only their own with no other thought of anyone else who might occupy it – but the scent is pleasant enough and you decide to leave it be. When you’re done, you listen again for the sound of footsteps, but there are none.

Opening the door, you peak down the hall. The door at the end is shut, but you still cross the space to your room quicker than normal, opening the door and slipping inside. Just as you grab your shoes and anything else you plan to use throughout the day, your phone finding its spot in your pocket, you hear a door open again. You listen quietly as the man moves down the hall to the stairs, only slipping into the hallway when you know you won’t run into him. He’s already disappeared into the front room when you yourself reach the stairs and start the trek down.

When you reach the bottom floor, Irene stands just across the room in what you realize is the dining area. There’s a jingling as the front door opens, and you look over just in time to see a head of dark brown hair escaping through the entrance.

There’s something odd about you and this stranger avoiding each other, but you don’t let it cloud your thoughts. You don’t even know the man, and don’t have any care to get to know him.

Irene spots you lingering by the stairs and waves you over. “Have you met the other guest yet?”

You smile as you walk over to sit at the table situated in the room. The space isn’t very large, only big enough to hold the essentials of a kitchen and a table that seats six, but the feel of it all is very intimate. It also smells terrific, the smell of sausage and pastries filling the room. You’re suddenly grateful that you chose this place over any of the others, weird neighbors be damned.

“He’s nice, is he not?”

You purse your lips as Irene places a plate loaded to the brim with various breakfast items. The sight makes your stomach grumble again and you laugh in an attempt to conceal it. “I haven’t exactly met him yet.”

Irene frowns. “You haven’t?” She tsks. “He’s very friendly, but he never eats breakfast here.”

“Never?” You glance up from your plate. “How long has he been here?”

“Only few days, but he comes once a year and stays here rather than big fancy hotel.”

You nod, taking a bite of the croissant on your plate. You close your eyes giving a small hum of pleasure at the taste of the buttery pastry. “He’s missing out.”

“You’ll meet him soon enough, I think.” Irene waves her hand around as she takes her own seat, carefully digging into her own plate of food.

You continue breakfast with polite conversation. Irene asks why you decided to come to Italy, and you fib your answer a little, explaining it was just a need to get away for a bit. It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to reopen the fresh wound that was your current relationship status.

When you’re done, you bid Irene farewell for the day and head out on your own. The sun is warm as it beams down on your face, the air slightly cool from the canals. You plan to just walk around the city for most of the day, not having much else to do until the afternoon when the gallery you had opted to go to opens.

For a few hours you simply meander around the city, stepping into shops with clothes that cost far too much money, but you try them on anyway. You find a nice place for lunch, deciding you’ll come back to try something else for dinner after the gallery. The day all goes fairly quick, but you head back to Vera Ospitalità with a grin permanently etched into your features.

Irene is not at the front desk when you walk in. It’s getting fairly late in the day and after the large and filling meal you had chosen to eat for dinner, you decide that you’ll end your day with a nice bath and then head to bed, excited for the boat ride you had booked for the next day.

That plan is immediately foiled when you climb the stairs and hear the shower already running. You don’t have any idea how long it’s been occupied, but you figure he has to be done sometime soon and choose to wait in your room until he is.

Fifteen minutes pass before you realize it, and the shower is still going. It occurs to you that all of the hot water must be gone now and you feel a bit frustrated at your thought of a nice night being ruined by a man who doesn’t know how to shower quickly. Trying not to let your frustration get the best of you, you snatch up your towel and storm out of your room to stand in front of the door across from you. There’s some steam coming from the crack between the door and the floor, but you ignore it as you knock on the door.

There’s a noise that sounds something like a grunt, and then the shower shuts off. You listen to shuffling, a rumple of clothes, and then the door swings open and there, for the first time since you arrived in the tiny hotel, you finally come face to face with the stranger who’s been living down the hall from your room. It suddenly hits you why he had been so eager to avoid you the day before and ;told you that he must’ve been trying to avoid you this morning too, obviously trying not to make his presence known.

Harry Styles stands in front of you in a pair of loose shorts with a towel hanging from his hand, his hair dripping down onto his forehead. His tattoos are on full display, the pair of ferns peaking up from his waistband, and his skin is glistening from all the water he hadn’t been given the chance to properly wipe off. Steam pours out through the doorway and the sudden heat of it sends a shiver down your spine.

You don’t realize you’re staring until your eyes meet his and he cocks a brow. “You’re not going to be a creep and ask me for a photo, are you?”

His tone is dangerous, and he’s got an accusatory look plastered on his face. It makes something in you want to snap back, that anger from not being able to take a bath like you wanted still lingering a bit, but instead you stand there, trying to think of the best words to say back to the man in front of you who clearly thinks you’re here for something other than a nice vacation. Every possible thing you had wanted to say before the door had opened has suddenly disappeared from your brain, only to be replaced with the slight shock of your current situation. Your mouth opens and snaps closed one time, then again, as the words you want to say struggle to fall from your mouth.

Eventually, you hold up your towel.

Harry’s head tilts to the side, his gaze curious. “So, you’re not just renting the crappiest hotel in the entire city in order to get some sort of insider photos?”

You frown, the shakiness you had felt disappearing as you think about Irene and her hospitality. “It’s not a crappy hotel.”

Harry smiles, but you’re sure it’s just because he’s amused and not because you’re doing a nice thing by defending Irene. “No, but it sure isn’t popular and nobody ever comes here. I’m always by myself when I come – Irene makes sure of it.”

You remember what Irene had told your over the phone when you asked about booking.

We always have a room open.

You purse your lips and try holding your head a little higher. “I’m not some crazed fan. I’m just here for a nice vacation.”

Harry looks you over. “Nice vacation? You don’t seem like the type.”

“It…” You stumble over what to say, trying to get a grip on the current situation you’re in with a half-naked famous popstar standing in front of you. He leans against the doorway, an arm propped against his head, and you swallow. “It was spontaneous.”

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “You still don’t seem like the type.”

“You don’t know me,” you manage to say, feeling slightly offended by his words, but Harry just grins.

“And I don’t care to.” He claps his hands together, the sound muffled by the towel still gripped in his hand. “Pleasantries aside, I’d appreciate if you didn’t interrupt my shower next time, and also if you continued to not take photos of me whatsoever.”

You open your mouth to reply, but Harry has already pushed himself off the doorway and is marching down the hall before you can even think of what to say back to him. He doesn’t even bother turning back to look at you, just walks into the room and slams the door shut.

You wince at the sound, trying to still get a grip at what just occurred. You step into the still hot bathroom with its steamed-up mirror and slightly wet floor, but you disregard it as you move to the tub. You turn the handle for the hot water and aren’t surprised to find that it’s ice cold. You let it run for a minute, trying to see if it’ll warm up even the slightest, but you give up and shut it off when it remains cold.

You realize that not only had Harry left you with no hot water to take a shower in, but he also hadn’t bothered to ask for your name. When your head hits the pillow minutes later, choosing just to settle in for the night, you let the exhaustion of the day wash over you and fall asleep easily, though the irritation with Harry settles in well into the early morning.

Your alarm goes off early after a couple of hours, waking you up well before you know Harry will be awake. You quickly gather up your clothes and head to the bathroom, turning on the shower and hopping in before another second passes.

You take your time getting ready, lingering under the hot water for as long as you can before getting out and slowly going over each of your tasks in your morning ritual. You’re in the middle of finishing up your hair when there’s a knock on the door.

“Yes?” you call out, already knowing it couldn’t be anybody but your neighbor down the hall.

“It’s Harry,” he says, muffled through the door. It occurs to you that he never actually told you his name the night before, but you know he’s assumed you already knew who he was before. He wouldn’t be entirely wrong in that assumption. “Are you almost done?”

You grin at the turn of events. “Almost.”

It’s another ten minutes before you’re done. You had expected Harry to have turned around and headed back to his own room to wait, something you would have done if you had been in his place, but when you open the door he’s standing there across the hall, leaning against the wall next to your own room. It takes you by surprise, seeing him standing there. He’s already dressed for the day, a nice, knitted shirt on with brown shorts to match and checkered vans decorating his feet. The only thing out of place is his hair, still a mess of curls from where he hadn’t had the chance to comb them down yet.

You offer a smile as you step out of the bathroom. “All yours.”

Harry has a sour expression on his face as you pass by to get into your room. You don’t bother giving him any more attention than that, though, not keen on him accusing you of anything else.

At 7 you head downstairs. Irene is already settled into the kitchen with a plate full of food waiting for you. She smiles when she spots you. “Sleep well?”

You nod. “Finally met Harry.”

“Oh, Harry!” Irene claps her hands together. “Isn’t he so lovely?”

You hum in response. “Lovely,” you try to hide the sarcasm in your voice, “that is definitely the word I would use.”

Irene’s eyes flicker behind you, and she brightens at the sight of Harry coming down the stairs. “There he is! Harry, come have breakfast.”

Harry appears, hair now perfectly in place, walking around the table to greet Irene with a hello and a kiss to her cheek. “Can’t, love. Have places to be.”

“Oh, stay for a bit. It’s too early to have anywhere important to be. Talk with us,” Irene urges, gesturing to you already seated at the table.

You give an exaggerated nod. “Yeah, talk to us, Harry.”

Harry forces a smile onto his face. “Only for a bit, yeah?”

Your frown is immediate as Harry takes the seat across from you. You had remembered what Irene had said the day before, about Harry never joining her for breakfast, and that had led you to expect him to decline Irene’s offer and head out for the day, but now you were stuck with him sitting there in front of you.

“What are the plans for today?” Irene asks, seemingly unaware of the tension at the table.

Harry gives her a genuine smile as he steals a roll from the plate she had placed in the middle of the table and takes a bite. “Goin’ to wander the city a bit, might take a nice boat ride.”

“I’m doing a boat ride too,” you chime in. The look Harry throws you is something similar to a glare, but you just smile, knowing you managed to get under his skin already this morning before he had even tried to touch yours.

The rest of the conversation is tense, with Irene staying blissfully unaware to the dirty looks you and Harry throw at each other. A part of you wonders how you can act like this with a complete stranger, but when you accidentally kick his shin under the table, and Harry returns a swift kick of his own, the thought is completely overshadowed by the irritation you feel when you look at him.

When Harry finishes his roll a few minutes later, he delivers a quick peck to Irene’s cheek and heads out, offering no goodbye to you. When he’s gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding and stand from your chair.

“Thank you for breakfast, Irene.” You make to move for the stairs, planning to take a little time to yourself before your planned boat ride later, but Irene stops you.

“He is better once you get used to him,” she tells you.

Your nose crinkles at that, wondering how much she actually had caught on to when it came to you and Harry. “I just think he doesn’t like me very much.”

She waves her hand. “He did not like me very much at first either, but he warms up in time.”

With a final nod, you head upstairs. The hours pass quickly as you find random things to do – playing games on your phone, reading a book. You had briefly wondered about calling your friends back home, curious if they had thought about you since you had last spoke to them, but you eventually decide against it when it’s time to head out for your boat ride.

The air is warm when you step outside, and the place where you’re supposed to go is only just down the block. There’s a delightful breeze that blows through your hair as you walk down the sidewalk, admiring the city as it moves through its daily ventures. You reach the dock you need to go to much easier than you had the Bed & Breakfast, but your stomach immediately drops as soon as you step on the pier.

Harry is standing with who you assume is the skipper of the boat you’ll be on. He has an impatient look on his face and his arms are crossed as he taps his foot against the wooden planks. When he spots you walking down the pier, a look of realization crosses his features.

“You’re going on a boat ride?” he asks, his brows raised above the rim of his sunglasses. “This boat ride?”

You look at the skipper and give a not-so-confident nod.

“Ah! You’re the girl who booked me so late the other day!” he announces almost proudly, and you offer an apologetic smile, choosing to ignore a clearly frustrated Harry.

“I’m so sorry about all that, it was so last minute—”

“Do not worry, darling. It seems to be my fault.” He gestures between you and Harry. “I seem to have made the mistake and made a double booking on accident. Either the two of you may ride the boat together and I’ll give half off, or one of you can leave and I’ll give full refund. I am booked full rest of day.”

You can feel Harry glaring at you through his glasses. “I’m not giving this up,” you tell him, feeling your own irritation grow at the sight of his.

“Well, neither am I.”

The skipper glances between the two of you before giving a delightful shout. “Two of you it will be! Let’s get going.”

You and Harry give the same exasperated look to the skipper, but he’s already climbing on the small speed boat, waving for you to follow.

Harry looks to you. “Ladies first.”

You don’t bother with a thank you as you climb onto the boat, Harry not far behind, and find a seat on the small bench available. With no other place to sit, Harry is forced to sit next to you on the bench clearly fit to hold two people intimately. Neither of you say anything as the skipper starts the engine and pulls away from the pier and into the lagoon you were meant to be traveling.

For a moment, you regret not just walking away and letting Harry have the boat ride to himself. You can’t imagine being able to enjoy it when he won’t even look at you even though his shoulder and thigh are flush against your own as you both attempt to fit on the bench. You still want to make the most of it, so you turn to look at Harry, deciding to attempt to show some of the same hospitality you had been experiencing so much of in Italy

“Do people really stay in the same hotels as you to get photos?”

“What?” His sunglasses have fallen slightly down his nose, and his eyes are visible just over the rim.

You swallow down any frustrating feelings you might have against Harry right now. “Last night, you accused me of being in the B&B so I could get a photo of you—”

“Sorry about that,” Harry mumbles out, pushing his glasses back in place. “Shouldn’t have come at you so quick.”

You can tell that some of the tension has left his body and that makes you feel a bit better about being stuck with him now. “Do people really do that, though?”

You wish he had taken the glasses off now, just so you could see the expression hidden behind them. You can’t tell what he’s thinking with his eyes hidden behind the dark rims.

“I’ve been doing this for over ten years,” he finally says, “I’ve had people break into my home, fans have snuck into my tour bus, and I’ve been chased down the street. You checking into the same place I am staying, a place that is normally empty year-round, and trying to snap a cheeky photo would not surprise me in the slightest.”

You suck in a breath. “I’m not going to do that.”

“I see that now.” Harry smiles as he stands up and leans against the boat, looking out over the water. You look over the design on the back of his shirt, the image of a horse clearly visible. “Sorry for using up all the hot water last night.”

Your eyes flit to the skipper standing at the wheel, but he pays neither of you any attention as he hums to himself. “It’s okay.”

“Also sorry for not asking for your name since you clearly already know mine.” He looks back over his shoulder at you. “So, what is it?”

“What?”

A smile. “Your name, love.”

“Oh.” You give up your name, falling from your lips as you remember the bit of hurt you felt the night before upon realizing he hadn’t asked for it then. It had been a strange feeling, wanting a complete stranger to know your name. especially when you and said stranger hadn’t gotten on so well, but now that he had asked for it you felt a sense of accomplishment.

Harry repeats it, his accent lilting something sweet. “S’a lovely name.”

He’s still looking at you when you say nothing, and it leaves you with a strange feeling. You try to think of what to say next, and when it comes to you, you almost laugh.

You hold out your hand. “Truce?”

The smile Harry gives you takes up the entirety of his face, dimples proudly displayed on his cheeks. He takes your hand in his own, his palm warm in yours. “Truce,” he confirms.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you for the rest of the ride, only interrupted by the sounds of the boat on the water and the skipper’s humming. Even with all your misadventures, you couldn’t deny that the city of Venice was gorgeous. And in some way, everything had seemed to work out for you so far, even creating something that resembled the beginnings of a friendship with Harry after a rough start.

When the boat pulls up to the pier, you realize that you feel more comfortable around Harry. No longer does he intimidate you like he had when you first laid eyes on him, but rather you feel easier with him, like you’re able to strike a conversation with him with no worries at all.

So, you do try to talk to him as you step off the boat, but he apparently had the same thought and the two of you laugh as you talk over each other.

“You first,” you tell him, biting your lip to hide your smile.

“I, uh,” Harry stutters over his words as he removes his glasses, looking up and down the pier to keep his eyes on something other than you. “I was just going to ask if you had eaten lunch already.”

“I think it’s well past lunch time.” You look down at the watch adorning your wrist. “But no, I only ate breakfast.”

Harry’s eyes flash to you, and the green of them is startling under the sunlight. “Would you like to go for a late lunch?”

You much prefer this friendly Harry to the one you had first been introduced to, and you understand that there’s a garner of trust between the two of you now. “I’d love to.”

Harry leads you down the pier and back onto the concrete sidewalks around Venice. It’s settling well into the afternoon, the sun beginning to drift just below the tops of the buildings around the city. You don’t bother asking where you’re heading off to, trusting that Harry will have a great choice in wherever you go.

Eventually, after walking a few blocks, still basking in that comfortable silence from the boat, Harry stops at a door with a sign overhead that you don’t understand. He opens the door and waves you in.

The moment you step inside, you’re hit with the smell of pasta and bread hitting your nose. You breathe it in deep and the hostess at the front smiles as she watches you do so.

“First time?” she asks, her accent thick.

You nod, jumping a little when Harry appears next to you and places his hand on your arm.

“This is one of my favorite places,” he tells you, gesturing with two fingers to the hostess. “They have the best spaghetti.”

The place isn’t as packed as you would expect it to be, most likely because of your arrival between lunch and dinner, but there’s still enough people for it to feel a bit crowded. The hostess walks you over to a booth in the corner, a bit hidden away from the other patrons in the restaurant, and you know it’s because of who you’re with.

The popstar in question sits across from you but doesn’t bother grabbing a menu for himself. “Wine okay with you?”

You nod and wait for the waitress to come over. When she does, offering up her name in a sweet lilting accent, Harry orders the wine and you give a thankful nod as she walks away before turning back to Harry. “So, the spaghetti?”

Harry lets out a low moan. “It’s the best. I come here every time I visit. Practically a regular when I’m in Italy.”

“It’s that good?”

“Better than good.”

You leave your menu resting in front of you, untouched until the waitress returns with a jug of wine and two glasses. She hands one off to each of you before topping them off with the jug.

“Your usual, Mr. Styles?”

The question sends Harry beaming. “Please. And she’ll have the same,” he gestures to you, and you give a soft confirmation.

Once the waitress has left, Harry takes a long sip of his wine before clapping his hands together. “So, what brings you to Italy?”

This Harry sitting in front of you is much different than the one you had met face to face for the first time the night before. There’s something softer about him, as if the edge was taken off the moment he put his hand in yours earlier. You like this Harry more, you think, with his giddy smile and soft giggle.

You remember how you had lied to Irene when she had asked you why you had traveled to Italy, but something tells you not to do that with Harry. “My boyfriend dumped me.”

Harry’s face drops, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but you wave a hand in front of you before he can get it out.

“I’m already over it, but there were some things he said that made me rethink a lot of stuff.”

“Like what?” His gaze is curious, and it makes you want to tell him everything going on in your brain, how you’re still upset and hurt, but want to feel free while you still have the time to here in Italy.

Instead, you sugarcoat it a little. “Just stuff about how he missed the girl I used to be – more fun and care-free.”

“Are you not that girl?”

You shrug, your hand playing with the stem of your wine glass before you lift it to take a sip. “I don’t know, but I liked the sound of being adventurous and doing something unexpected so—”

“So, you booked a trip to Italy?” Harry grins. “That’s quite impressive.”

“What is?”

“Deciding to just up and go to a different country for no other reason than you want to. I think you’re a bit more outgoing than your boyfriend gives you credit for.”

You scrunch up your nose. “Ex-boyfriend.”

Harry smiles into his glass. “Right. Ex-boyfriend.”

Your food arrives not long after that, two giant plates of spaghetti with pieces of garlic bread on the side. Harry laughs at your surprised expression at the sight of the amount of food now sitting in front of you.

“You didn’t tell me we were going to feed an army.”

Harry picks up his fork, stabbing it into the noodles and twisting it around. “Try it.”

You follow his lead, picking up your own fork. When you take a bite of the pasta, you shut your eyes as the taste coats your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“I told you.”

The two of you eat practically in silence, savoring the taste of your meal and not letting the flow of conversation interrupt your eating. Neither of you finish your plate, Harry coming much closer to doing so then you are and you’re left trying to finish the still half full jug of wine in the middle of the table.

You don’t know when you start feeling like telling Harry more about yourself, maybe after your third glass of wine, but eventually you’re telling him all about the fear you had of coming to Italy.

“What do you mean you almost didn’t come here?”

You giggle a little. “I stepped off the train and almost turned right back around to get on.”

“Why?”

You give an exaggerated shrug. “My own brain? I don’t know.” You look down at your glass of wine. “Sometimes I feel like everyone’s opinions of me are right, y’know? Maybe I am that girl that just doesn’t do anything except work and go home.”

“I get that feeling.”

Your eyes shoot up to look at Harry. “You do?”

Harry gives a lazy raise of his shoulders. “Of course. I have reporters and paparazzi up my ass at practically all hours of the day. Sometimes I wish I could scream at them that I’m not everything they think I am, nor do I want to be.”

You let out a snicker and Harry raises an eyebrow. “Sorry. I almost forgot I was sitting with a famous popstar.”

Harry groans, but there���s a playful look on his face as he wags a finger at you. “That’s cheeky.”

You decide to keep going, seeing how far you can push it. “My friends are going to love it when I tell them that I got to hang out with the Harry Styles. I’m pretty sure one of them used to have a poster of you in their bedroom.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm. Another had the cardboard cutout.”

That sends Harry into a fit of giggles, causing you to follow his lead. You both are a little too tipsy by this point, and the jug is nearly finished.

It doesn’t occur to you how long you had been inside the restaurant until you walk outside and see that the sky has turned dark. The blocks are lit by streetlights, and under them Harry looks like something out of a dream. You don’t mean to lean into him as you walk back to the B&B, but you do so in order to try and keep your balance and Harry doesn’t seem to mind with the way he tosses his arm around your shoulders lazily.

“Tonight was fun,” he tells you, trying not to walk faster than you do. The position is hard to keep as you walk, but neither of you pull away. “’S been a while since I’ve done something with someone like this.”

You smile at his admission. “You mean you don’t go out somewhere with a complete stranger at least once a week?” You tsk. “You’ve gotta get out more, Mr. Styles.”

The B&B is quiet when you arrive back, and you feel like a teenager again as you sneak past the front desk and up the stairs, trying your best to keep quiet since you both know Irene has already gone off to bed. Your exe’s words briefly flit through your brain, and you wonder what he’d say if he saw you now – drunkenly stumbling around in a mysterious city with a man you’ve known barely longer than a day.

When your foot catches on a step, Harry is there behind you to steady you before you can fall forward. His hands catch your hips, helping keep your balance, but rather than it be something that would send your stomach in knots, the gesture makes you laugh out as you think about how funny it would have been to fall face first into the carpeted floor.

You clamp a hand over your mouth, staring behind at Harry who looks like he’s barely keeping himself from laughing. You maneuver your hand so it’s just your index finger pressed against your lips, a soft shhh falling past them. Harry nods, pretending to zip his lips shut and locking them, before throwing the pretend key over his shoulder. The action threatens to send you into another fit of giggles, but you manage to hold it in as you take the rest of the steps two at a time.

The boards creak beneath your feet as you walk to your door. Turning, you just about run into Harry, your hands flying up to press against his chest in an attempt to keep from stumbling into him.

“Sorry,” you stutter out, taking a step back and resting your back against your door. “Wine’s getting to me.”

Harry smiles, and in the barely-there light of the hallway, you think you can see something playful glittering in his eyes. “S’getting to me too.”

You suddenly remember the feel of his hands on your hips moments earlier, and the way he had kept his arm wrapped around you the whole way back. There’s that knot in your stomach that hadn’t appeared before, slowly making itself known now as you try to think of what to say next.

Harry speaks first, his voice low and his words slurred. “I had fun tonight.”

“So you said.”

“How long are you staying?”

The question takes you by surprise. “Tomorrow is my last full day. I leave the next morning.”

Harry looks a bit disappointed by that, but it’s quickly replaced by something else. “Y’know, I think I have a terrific way for you to prove to everyone when you go back that you still know how to have a good time.”

You swallow when Harry takes a step closer, your back pressing further into your door. “And what’s that?”

A smile, one that’s devious and just a little bit convincing, “Let me kiss you?

You bite your lip, trying to get ahold of the situation. This is not at all how you expected your vacation to go, but you can’t help but agree that it is the best way to prove to everyone and yourself that you’re not who they think you are.

You realize that this is it – your moment to prove to yourself that everyone else was wrong. How could you not be adventurous when you’re in a random country all by yourself, about to kiss a boy you’ve never met? That’s the perfect thing to do to prove everyone wrong.

And maybe there’s something in the way that Harry’s advances make you feel that adds to you giving a soft yes.

When Harry kisses you, it’s just as you would have imagined it. And then somehow, it’s more. His lips are soft against your own, the distant taste of strawberry chapstick and the wine from earlier lingering on them and you want to savor that taste, burn the memory of those flavors together into your brain. His hands find your hips again, pressing into them unlike he had earlier. There’s intention behind the grip, the promise of something more to come.

You clumsily reach for the doorknob behind you, not daring to move your lips away from Harry’s. The door falls open and almost takes you with it as you stumble back, barely catching yourself by gripping onto Harry’s shoulders. You press your mouth back to his, feeling like he could swallow you whole in that moment.

You reach blindly for the zipper on his shorts, your hand brushing over the tent forming there and causing Harry to let out a hiss at the friction. You smile against his mouth when he reaches down, taking the matter into his own hands and unzipping his shorts as he kicks off his shoes. You follow his lead and let your shoes meet his own in a pile on the floor. The pile only grows as you both precede to strip, and when you’re left staring at Harry’s naked body, a small gasp falls from your lips.

You reach out to run a hand across the butterfly inked into his stomach before letting it trial down to tease one of the ferns against his hip. You remember them from the night before, half concealed by the shorts he had kept on, but now having them on full display sendsa shudder through you.

“You’re pretty,” you tell him softly, and he laughs.

“So are you,” he replies, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, gently pushing you back onto your bed.

You had almost forgotten about the twin size bed in your room until you fall against it. You want to laugh at the size of it compared to your two bodies collapsing onto it, but Harry rests himself on top of you and attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking a deep mark into your skin.

One hand finds his hair, raking your fingers through it and tearing a groan from Harry’s chest, while the other scrapes at his back, your nails threatening to leave red scratches all over his skin. Harry lingers against your neck for only a moment before he’s trailing down your body, planting kisses against your skin as he goes.

When he reaches your hip, he digs his fingers into your stomach as he leaves a kiss in the curve there before he plants himself between your thighs. The bed is squeaking in protest to all of this movement, but it’s not bad enough for you to want to stop.

Harry kisses at your folds before bringing his fingers up to spread them. Both your hands are tangled in his curls now, tightening their hold as Harry’s tongue finds your clit. You squirm as he presses his mouth against you, coaxing a few moans from you before you remember that you’re not alone in the building.

“Harry,” you gasp out as your hips buck against his mouth, “the bed.”

You don’t think he hears you at first, the squeaking growing louder with each move he makes that causes your hips to come up off the mattress, but then his hands are under your thighs. Slowly, without moving his mouth away from you, Harry slides you off the bed. He meets the floor first, a bit more gracefully than you do as you slip off the bed and onto the floor. Harry laughs when you let out a yelp as your ass hits the carpeted floor.

You’re face to face with him now, and there’s slick covering his mouth. Without thinking, you grab his face and kiss him, letting your own taste wash over your tongue. Harry groans into your mouth, the vibration moving through your chest.

“I wanna taste you,” you tell him, but he shakes his head.

“Swear I won’t be able to hold it in much longer.” He’s breathing heavily and that only makes you smile something wicked that sends Harry’s brain into overload.

“Just a little taste,” you mutter before pushing at his chest so he falls back onto the carpet. You move between his legs like he had only minutes ago, your hand coming up to grip the base of his dick.

Harry lets out a hiss as you wrap your hand around him, giving a slow pump. When you lick the tip, though, he can barely hold back the moan he lets out and you laugh a little.

“Good?” you ask, taking him into your mouth finally and Harry feels like he’s slowly losing the will to function, wondering if he can even get the words out.

“Good, yeah. Yeah. S’good.”

You give him a few more pumps, moaning against him when he brings a hand up to wrap in your hair, but you don’t want him to lose control before he can get inside of you, so you restrain yourself and pull back.

Harry gives you a pitiful look when you pull away, only to be replaced with something much more eager when you begin to climb on top of him. He lays back against the carpet, grabbing your hips as you guide yourself onto his cock.

You both let out a mixture of sounds as you slide down onto him, letting yourself get used to the feel of it. After a minute, you rock back onto him, and Harry takes that as a good sign. Before you know it, he’s lifting his hips off the floor to fuck up into you, turning you into a whining mess as you chase your orgasm. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, and you’re sure that Irene must’ve heard you at this point, but you don’t care anymore as you press your hands down onto Harry’s stomach and try to meet the pace he’s set.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, but you could already tell with the way his thrusts have become more frantic and sloppier. You can only nod, falling against his chest as you feel the beginnings of your own orgasm start to take over.

When yours hits, you cry out into Harry’s chest. Harry doesn’t stop, though, instead wrapping his arms around you as he chases his own. It only takes a couple more thrusts before he’s pulling out of you and moaning into your hair. You can feel the hot spurts hit your stomach, dripping down onto his due to your position. The two of you stay like that, his arms still wrapped tight around you, holding you to him.

“Harry?” you finally say after a few minutes of you trying to catch your breath. You can feel the effects of the wine from earlier still mixed with the aftermath of your orgasm, and it’s all making your brain feel a bit hazy.

“Yeah?”

You roll off of Harry, the heat of being pressed to him becoming a little too much, but he doesn’t let you go, and you find yourself laying sideways, Harry’s arms still wrapped around you as you lay face to face. “Do you usually fuck random strangers you barely know in Italy?”

Harry lets out a soft giggle, one of his hands beginning to rub at your back. “You’d be the first.”

You reach a hand up to run through his curls, pushing them back off his forehead. “Glad to know I’m not alone there,” you mumble. “So, what do we do now?”

Harry shrugs the best he can in his position on the floor. “We clean up, try to fit in your tiny bed, and figure it out in the morning?”

You hum in response. “I don’t think I can face Irene in the morning.”

“Oh, that woman sleeps like the dead. N’way she heard.”

“Still.”

Harry thinks for a moment. “How about I go downstairs in the morning, grab us some of Irene’s lovely breakfast, and convince her to go out for the day so you can be free of the embarrassment of her hearing us having really amazing vacation sex?”

You roll your eyes. “Then it’ll be obvious what we’re doing.”

“Yes, but I think Irene would appreciate the heads up before she’s wondering why the boards are creaking so badly the whole day.”

You smack your hand against Harry’s chest and a laugh bubbles up from it. “Are you saying you’re going to have me spend my last day in Italy locked away in a bedroom getting my guts rearranged?”

“That’s one way to describe it,” he laughs.

You hum again. “Y’know, I thought I hated you this morning.”

“That was kinda evident by the way you kicked me under the table at breakfast.”

You gasp. “That was an accident!”

“Ah, so you just wanted an excuse to play footsie, huh?”

You hit him again. “An accident, Harry.”

Harry laughs, pulling you further against him. You let out a yawn as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “We should probably get up. I feel a bit gross.”

You hum in response, tickling Harry’s neck with the vibrations. You hear Harry say your name in an attempt to get your attention, but you’re already drifting off against his chest with the promise of him etched into your brain for when you wake up.

Harry figures he’ll get up in a bit rather than disturb you now, letting himself relax against you. He means to only lay there for a few minutes until he knows he can remove himself from you so he can clean up, but soon enough his eyelids are falling shut as he too drifts off to sleep.

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As It Was (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, everyone!

Summary: Everything has fallen apart in Westview, will Wanda be able to piece it back together? Will you be there to help her through it? With some surprise guests.

Song used: "As It Was" by Hozier (2019)

The anxiety in Wanda’s chest grew as she watched the twins struggle under Agatha’s magical hold. Despite the anxiety and fear clawing at her chest, Wanda kept her expression calm. She refused to let the twins think they were in danger and she'd be damned if she let Agatha see her fear.

“My powers work out here, or did you forget?” Wanda sneered.

Agatha smiled menacingly. “No, dear. I’m counting it.” The twins quickly attempted to escape only to be pulled back and thrown to the floor by their necks under Agatha's hold.

Wanda’s eyes widened in horror as she immediately sent a blast of energy at Agatha’s chest. The force of the blow sent the witch flying back and away from the twins. “Go home!” She shouted to the two as the red energy flared around her hands.

Billy and Charlie rushed over to their mother's side.

“We’re staying!” Charlie insisted.

Billy nodded in agreement. “Mom we can help!”

Before Wanda could utter a word, Agatha rose from where she had been thrown. A smirk growing on the other woman’s face. “Yeah, Wanda. Let the kiddos help.”

“Now!” Wanda shouted, leaving no room for argument. Charlie wearily took Billy by the arm and flew away, both of the twin's eyes wide with worry. Wanda’s shoulder dropped slightly in relief knowing that at the very least the twins would be safe.

As Agatha approached, Wanda sent another blast of energy at her. She was stopped in her tracks when Agatha seemingly absorbed the energy. Her blood ran cold at the sight as her nerves grew.

The unease she felt fill her bones caused an unexpected spike of nervous energy to burst from the tips of her fingers and run a gap into the sky above her and into the far distance. After realizing what she had done, Wanda took a calming breath and the gap was repaired immediately.

“I take power from the undeserving. It’s kind of my thing.” Agatha explained mockingly when she saw Wanda scramble. “And you are the definition of undeserving.”

The red energy faded fully into Agatha’s hands and Wanda felt weakness appear in her own hand. She watched in horror as the color was drained. Almost as if the hand itself was dying out. Before she could fully process it, she felt a force push her chest and heave her down the street. Her body skidded to a stop, but the energy continued to linger around her.

“Look, Wanda, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re doing. Clearly.” Agatha taunted as she moved closer. “So, why don’t you just surrender your magic to someone who actually deserves it. Like me. And I’ll let you keep this sick little fantasy all to yourself… What do you say?”

Wanda rose to her feet, her jaw clenched as the red wisps danced angrily around her fingers. With a small waggle of her fingers, a car was summoned and thrown into Agatha.

Breathing heavily, Wanda made her way over to the car to inspect only to find Agatha missing from the scene. The weary feeling in her chest grew.

Until she looked into the reflection in the cracked glass of the window to see you approaching from the distance. The fist that was clenched around her heart loosened at the sight. “Y/n.” She breathed out as she made her way over to you. “I was so worried about you.”

Silence was all she received as you continued to stare blankly back at her. Wanda fidgeted nervously. “You're upset. I-… I will tell you everything, I promise. But first, I love you, Y/n.” Wanda whispered, tears shining brightly in her eyes.

Your hand rose slowly to caress her cheek. “Wanda.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she easily leaned into the touch, her own hand rising to rest over yours. Desperate to disappear into the comfort you represented.

Wanda felt your fingers flex slightly on her cheek before the energy from your hand threw her into the street. You slowly walked over to her and her eyes widened in fear when she saw empty eyes staring back at her.

Something was obviously very, very wrong.

“Y/n. Y/n, it’s me.” Her words were shaky as you hovered over her. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t lose you. If she lost you, you there would be no point in fighting.

Amelia suddenly appeared at your side, a smirk on her face. “And I thought you were powerful.” She turned away from Wanda. “Y/n. Finish her off. I don’t think she’ll fight back.”

“What did you do to her?” Wanda demanded as she attempted to stand. Amelia nudged you and you waved your hand, the earth moving to manipulate itself around Wanda’s legs, effectively pining her down.

Amelia tutted. “I’m just helping her back on the right track, Wanda. With me she’d be so powerful. We would be unstoppable.”

Wanda’s eyes never strayed from you, nervously observing the way you stood without emotion. A stark contrast to the woman who had always been so expressive. “You mean with you she’d be a puppet.” She gritted out through clenched teeth.

Ellie laughed. “Oh, please. You mean like she isn’t already one now? Like you didn’t make her your perfect little house wife? She shouldn’t even be anything other than a shell if it weren’t for your manipulation.”

“That’s not true.”

As Ellie opened her mouth to respond, a voice suddenly appeared in the distance. “Y/N! WANDA!” Wanda turned her head, surprised to see Steve and Natasha running over.

Ellie groaned in annoyance. “Y/n, deal with them. I’ll deal with her.” Wordlessly you walked off, your hands rising at your sides as pieces of the street began floating in the air before you flicked your wrist and threw the objects at the two running Avengers.

Wanda closed her eyes and allowed the energy to destroy the strong earth that was wrapped around her as she leaped to her feet to chase after you.

“Leaving so soon, Little Red?” Agatha called out as she reappeared. Wanda stopped in her tracks and turned to see Agatha smirking back at her. “Everything is going according to plan.”

Wanda nervously watched Steve and Natasha get closer to you out of the corner of her eye. “What plan?” She demanded.

“That’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. I think Amelia here will take care of you.” The woman replied cryptically. In the blink of an eye Agatha disappeared into a purple haze once more.

“I think you should be more worried about the fact that I’m taking your wife.” Amelia taunted before her fist connected to Wanda’s jaw, sending her sprawling out on the lawn.

The pain in her jaw went unnoticed. Wanda’s eyes began to glow angrily as she got to her feet at the mention of you. “You won’t touch her.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Amelia winked suggestively, and Wanda’s hands clenched at the implication.

If looks could kill, Amelia would be six feet under. “Tell me what you did to her.”

Amelia didn’t even flinch. “You see, working with a powerful witch and a vengeful director of S.W.O.R.D has its perks. Agatha gave me a little magic to distract Y/n while I used some new technology to make her ours.”

“Why are you doing this?”

There was a tense moment of silence. “Because you don’t deserve her. If it weren’t for you she would still be with me.”

Wanda shook her head. “We weren’t even together when she left you.”

“She left me because she could only love you.” Amelia’s eyes flashed with anger. “Now that I have her under my control all I have to do is get rid of you and we can finally be together like we always should have. Hayward will take care of the rest.”

The red wisps floating around Wanda’s hands sparked. “She will never love you. Whether she’s with me or not. And I will not let you hurt her or control her.”

Amelia began running at Wanda but before she could get close Wanda flicked her hand and Amelia rose in the air, flailing about angrily as she became encased in the red energy. “It’s too late, Wanda! You can’t stop us.”

Wanda’s eyes flashed. “Nothing you say will ever stop me from protecting her. And I’ll start with you.” Her hand flicked to the side slightly and Amelia went into the house down the street. Wanda flicked her wrist again and the house glowed brightly before returning to its original color. “Let’s see what damage you can do when you’re locked in this house.”

Down the street Steve and Natasha were avoiding the various objects you were firing at them. “What the hell is going on?” Natasha shouted as she narrowly avoided being hit by a piece of concrete.

“I have no idea.” Steve called back as he ducked under a lamp post that was thrown directly at him. “There’s something wrong here. Where’s Wanda?”

As Natasha was distracted by looking for the red-headed witch she was hit with a piece of concrete. A groan fell from her lips as she rolled away. Steve took the opportunity of distraction to close the distance between you both. “Y/n! Enough!” He shouted.

A chill ran down his spine when he met your blank stare. “No.” You replied simply before sweeping his legs out from under him. He quickly sprung to his feet when he felt the earth quickly begin to crawl up his body. Steve was familiar with this fighting tactic of yours.

Your hands clenched slightly in anger as he avoided your trap and you began swinging your fists at him calculatingly, just like he spent years teaching you. All Steve could do was avoid every hit you directed at him. He wouldn’t fight you. He couldn’t.

All he could see when he looked at you was the scared girl he found in the ruble all those years ago. The girl he swore to protect until his dying breath. He couldn’t hurt you even if he wanted to.

As you caught one of his legs in the earth, Steve shut his eyes to prepare for what was to come. Except nothing happened. His eyes opened again to see you on the floor with Natasha standing over you with her stun gun. “What did you do?” He asked worriedly as he scrambled over to you.

“It’s not her Steve. I had to.” Natasha said cautiously. “She’ll wake up in a few minutes.”

“Y/n!” They heard from down the street as Wanda used her powers to propel herself forward, immediately falling to her knees at your side. “Is she okay?”

Natasha nodded solemnly. “She’s fine. I just stunned her. What the hell is going on, Wanda?”

“I-I don’t know entirely. I didn’t mean to-… I just-…” Wanda’s breath became ragged as her hand instinctively found yours, the comfort of the warmth against her skin easing her mind. “I just wanted to protect her. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We know, Wanda. We’re on your side. I should have told you that the last time I saw you... There’s something you should know though.”

Wanda tensed slightly. “What is it?”

Everyone watched with bated breath as you stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. “It’s about Hayward. He’s gone rogue.”

“You mean you’re not here because of Hayward?” Wanda questioned in surprise, her grip against your hand tightening slightly.

“We’re here to stop Hayward from using Y/n as a weapon. He messed with her mind when she was in S.W.O.R.D. He’s the reason she wasn’t going to wake up.” Natasha explained.

The information made an anger Wanda had never felt flare within herself. She quickly controlled it though. She knew it wasn’t the time. “He won’t touch her. Ever again.” She gritted out.

Steve’s jaw set. “I agree.”

“That’s something we can all agree with.” Natasha added.

“I thought you were here to fight me.” Wanda admitted, her head falling slightly.

Both Steve and Natasha exchanged looks. It was clear how much pain Wanda was in. Pain that they didn’t even realize. “Of course not, Wanda. We’re a family. We are going to fight with you. With Y/nn.” Natasha said softly.

Tears began glistening in Wanda’s eyes. “You’ll help me protect her then?”

“Of course. I made her a promise. I made you a promise.” Steve replied without hesitation, squeezing Wanda’s shoulder lightly.

Natasha placed her own hand on Wanda’s other shoulder. “We’ve been outside the law before. For Y/n, I’d gladly do it a hundred times more.” Wanda gave a watery smile. “What do you need from us?”

A heavy sigh heaved from her lips as her eyes fell on you. “I don’t know. Everything is falling apart.”

“Wanda.” Steve said suddenly. She looked up at him cautiously, the worry shining brightly in her eyes. “This is your home?”

For a moment she hesitated. “It was supposed to be. Before Y/n-… Before she-”

“Stop.” Steve interrupted, his eyes flashing with determination. “This is the home you built with Y/n. Who you love. So, I ask again, this is your home... Right?”

Wanda nodded, the determination contagious. “This is my home.” She repeated.

Steve smiled slightly. “Then protect it. Nat and I will get Y/n back. You take care of the rest.”

The relief Wanda felt at the words was the final push she needed. She worriedly took another glance at you. “I will. Keep her safe.”

Steve nodded. “That’s a promise. Now go.” Wanda placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before she propelled herself forward in search of the other witch who was an ever-present danger to the town and her own happiness.

Not a moment after Wanda had left, you spring to your feet. Steve tried not to be proud of how you automatically fell into a defensive stance.

Natasha slightly nudged Steve out of his thoughts. “Look at her neck.”

Almost immediately his eyes fell to the small, almost undetectable piece of metal flashing under the light of the sun. “That son of a bitch.” Steve muttered under his breath.

“Language.” Natasha quickly chided on reflex.

Steve pressed his lips in a line. “Really? Now?”

You tilted your head slightly as you watched them speak, seemingly debating the need to attack or not. Natasha fell into her own defensive stance. “Sorry, force of habit.” She smirked. “New plan?”

“You distract, I’ll pin her, and you get whatever the hell they put on her off.” Steve explained.

Natasha nodded. “Sounds simple enough. Let’s see if she learned any new tricks.” Before Steve could say anything else, she sprinted over to you, catching you off guard and sweeping your legs out from under you. A small huff fell from your lips as you looked up at her in disbelief. “Who do you think taught you that move, kid?” Natasha teased lightly.

You leapt to your feet, your hands clenched angrily as you kicked Natasha in the side. She groaned at the impact.

The satisfied smirk that appeared on your face nearly caused Steve to forget the mission. You were typically calm in fights, but you never got satisfaction from causing others pain. The sight of it made his blood boil. To see the aftermath of what Hayward wanted to make you.

“Steve-… a little… help.” Natasha grunted breathlessly as she strained to keep up with you.

Springing into action, Steve took advantage of your focus on Natasha to grab you from behind pinning your arms to your sides. He winced slightly as he felt the earth crawl up his legs under your manipulation. “Natasha, get it now!”

“This isn’t going to feel good.” Natasha muttered before forming her hand into a fist and punching the side of your neck. The sound of the metal that had attached itself to you falling to the floor was deafening.

Steve winced at the sound of the force of her hit, but you stopped struggling in his arms when the object was gone. “What-Where’s Wanda?” You shouted beginning to struggle in Steve’s arms again. He just tightened his hold.

“Y/n! Y/n stop!” He roared, and you froze.

“STOP!” The shout reverberated through the training room. “That is enough!”

You grimaced as you looked around at the destroyed room. “I-… I’m sorry. I just started thinking of everything and then… And then this happened.”

Your eyes fell to the floor and you could feel a comforting arm wrap around you. “Hey, I'm sorry for yelling... It’s okay. Just how about next time you talk to me instead of destroying the training room?” You nodded, leaning into the man’s side. “I’m here for you, Y/n. Always.”

Tears burned your eyes as you allowed yourself to accept the comforting presence. “Thank you, Steve. For everything.”

You stopped thrashing in Steve’s arms. “Steve?” You whispered. “Steve, I’m sorry.”

Natasha eyes softened slightly. “I think you can let her go now.”

A moment later the arms around you loosened as you looked between the two people in front of you. There were several questions racing through your mind, but only one mattered to you. “Where’s Wanda?”

“She went to go deal with the witch.” Steve explained, and your eyes widened.

Your breathing became heavy. “I have to go help her. Will you two be-”

Natasha quickly interrupted you. “We’ll be okay. Go protect your girl.”

You looked over at Steve who gave you an affirming nod. “We’ll catch up.”

With their assurance you quickly took to the air in search of the woman you loved.

After a few minutes of flying over Westview, a beam of red energy shot into the sky, splitting open the invisible walls that surrounded the town. That could only mean one thing. Wanda.

As you began flying closer, you felt gaps make their presence known in your mind as familiar pain began coursing through your veins.

The sudden appearance of the pain made your vision go spotty as you crash landed in the town square a few feet away from Wanda. Her eyes found you immediately as the red energy continued to burst from her chest.

“N-no.” Wanda stuttered out brokenly as she watched you weakly crawl towards her, your eyes threatening to shut.

“Wanda.” You mumbled out through pained gasps as your vision became even more precarious.

As Wanda was watching you Billy and Charlie crash landed by your side, pieces of them chipping away into the red energy. “Billy! Charlie!” You desperately shouted, feebly crawling over to the twins.

“Momma! Help, Mom!” The twins cried out.

Tears rushed down Wanda’s cheeks as she watched her world slip away before her very eyes. “Now do you see, Wanda? You tied the ones you love most to this twisted reality and now one can’t exist without the other.” Agatha called out, a dark edge to her words. The twins continued to cry out as you strained to get to them. “Save Westview or save your family.”

As the pain was intensifying in your veins you heard a pained scream burst past Wanda’s lips. Your heart broke at the despairing sound.

As quickly as it came, the pain disappeared from your veins as you jumped up and rushed over to Wanda who was crumpled on the floor. You gently helped her up and immediately took her into your arms, pressing your lips into the side of her head as the twins rushed over.

“Mom! Are you okay?” Billy asked anxiously.

The four of you stood in a large embrace for a second before you saw a burst of purple light fly directly towards you all. “No!” Wanda cried as she jumped in front of you and the twins, a forcefield forming around her.

You gathered the twins in your arms as you braced for impact only to open your eyes again to see Wanda straining against a force you didn’t understand.

The life seemingly draining from her hands.

You heart thudded against your chest as you worriedly watched her. “Wanda. Are you okay?”

The twin’s eyes were wide with fear as Wanda nodded faintly. Agatha interrupting before she could properly answer. “How sweet. Good thing my reinforcements have arrived.”

The sound of tires screeching pulled into the town hall just as Amelia flew in. The four of you took matching defensive stances. “Billy, Charlie, your mother and I never prepared you for this but-”

“But you were born for it.” Wanda finished your thought. You both shared a brief smile.

The moment ended when Amelia lunged at Wanda. Before she could touch her, you flew at the other woman, tackling her into the building down the street. You rolled out of the crash landing and raised your fists. “Why are you doing this?” You shouted as you both stared at one another.

“Because you belong to me! It was supposed to be us and then she ruined it!”

You shook your head. “Amelia, this isn’t you. We were friends.”

“We were never friends.” She countered coldly.

You cautiously took a step forward, dropping your arms. “We were. I’ve seen it in my mind. Even after we dated.” There was no response in her eyes which made a thought form in your mind. “We were friends.” You repeated.

Her lips pursed. “No. We weren’t.” Her hand fiddled with a thin scrap of leather that hung around her neck. The action caught your attention and further confirmed your suspicions.

“Amelia. You used to trust me. You can still trust me now.” You said cautiously, your hands raised in the air slightly.

Her eyes narrowed. “There’s only one way you can gain my trust again.”

“And what’s that?”

She smirked. “Leave Wanda.”

“Okay.” You replied.

Amelia faltered slightly at your words, obviously expecting more resistance. “What?”

“Okay. I’ll leave her.” You offered your hand. “Let’s go tell her.”

The skepticism never faded from her expression, but she slowly approached you and took your hand. You tugged her closer so that you were face-to-face.

Before she could react, you quickly ripped the necklace off her neck. “Amelia?” You asked wearily when you noticed her expression shift.

“Y/n?” She mumbled. You nodded in relief. “What happened? Did I-… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Her watering eyes made you feel for the other woman. She wasn’t in control. “It’s okay. It wasn’t you.”

“Agatha. She took me when I was vulnerable. It’s like I was here, but I wasn’t me.” She mumbled brokenly and rubbed the place on her neck where the necklace used lay. “I would never try to come between you and Wanda. I know how much you loved her.”

You nodded slightly. “I know. It’s okay, Amelia.”

She shook her head, the conflict clear in her eyes. “I should go. I’m sorry.” Before you could react, she ran out of the room. You frowned slightly, wishing there was a way you could have helped her more. There was no time to allow yourself to dwell though because your family needed you.

Without hesitation you flew back to the center of the town square, noticing Billy and Charlie now with Monica and Natasha.

You landed by their side and Billy and Charlie rushed into your arms. You soothingly stroked their hair. “Are you two okay?” You felt them nod into your side. “Where’s Steve?”

Natasha tilted her head slightly. “Making sure Hayward doesn’t go anywhere.”

You followed her eyes to see Steve standing menacingly over Hayward, his fists clenched angrily. Almost as if he was daring him to make one wrong move. To give him a reason.

Just as you were about to ask about Wanda, bright flashes of red and purple collided in the sky as Wanda continued her fight with Agatha. You rushed to fly up to help Wanda in whatever way you could. You couldn’t let her fight alone.

When you got closer one of Wanda’s hands shifted as she created a barrier of red energy. The strength of it forcing you back down to the ground rapidly. “Wanda! Wanda, what are you doing?” You called, meeting her eyes briefly before she turned her attention back to Agatha.

Back on the ground you rushed back over to the twins again, wrapping a protective arm around each of them as you all worriedly watched bursts of red energy hit the no longer invisible walls that surrounded Westview. The clouds that hung over the city made the situation feel even more grim.

The worry expanding in your chest the longer Wanda continued fighting alone.

Suddenly, the flashes stopped and all you saw was Wanda limply floating in the sky, the fight seemingly gone from her system. Your stomach dropped as the twins cried out for her. You quickly tucked their heads into your side to shield them from the terrifying sight. It took every ounce of strength in your being to force back the onslaught of tears that filled your eyes. You had to be strong. For the twins. For Wanda.

Your heart leapt into your throat when a bright burst of red energy suddenly appeared from your wife. Almost as soon as the energy appeared, the storms clouds disappeared and were replaced by a beautiful day in Westview. You smiled at the sight of your wife slowly floating back down to earth. Back to you.

When your gaze finally fell on Wanda up close, your mouth ran dry. She was glowing. The sight of her alone was enough to take your breath away daily, but seeing her now… You were certain you’d never remember how to breath properly again. Your brain had short-circuited and the only cognitive thoughts that remained were of how unbelievably beautiful Wanda was.

You were vaguely aware of her having a conversation with Agatha, but you couldn’t process anything that was said. It was like the world around Wanda faded. Like you were seeing her again for the first time. Before you knew it, she was walking back over to you, her every move appearing in slow motion in your mind. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her if you wanted to. And you certainly didn’t want to.

The twins rushed out of your arms and into her waiting ones.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked as she looked up at Wanda anxiously. You slowly made your way over as well.

“I’m okay.” Wanda assured them, pressing a kiss to each of their heads.

Her eyes met yours and you were sure your heart could burst out of your chest at any moment. Everything was so clear now. Wanda was so clear now. As she always should have been. “It looks like the city might need a few renovations.” You said cheekily, your smile faltering when you met Wanda’s sad stare. “I know you’ll make everything right though... Just not for us.” You added quietly as to not worry the twins.

Wanda smiled sadly back at you and the pain in her eyes made your heart lurch into your throat. “No, not for us.”

You nodded solemnly, quirking your lips up slightly so that the twins wouldn’t see your pain. So that Wanda wouldn’t see your pain. “Then it’s time. Let’s go home.” You looked over Wanda’s shoulder to meet Steve’s eyes, his expression fell when he met your stare. A silent look of understanding past between you as he nodded.

He mouthed what looked like “I’m proud of you.” and you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes before you looked away to prevent the tears from building up in your own.

You wrapped your arm lovingly around Wanda’s shoulder as you began the trek back to the house with your family. Both you and Wanda nodded at Monica and Natasha before you continued onward. There were no words spoken on the way back, it wasn't a time for words. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her though.

Memorizing every freckle, every shade of green in her eyes. Staring at her as if it would be the last time you ever saw her. Because it just might have been.

The smile that formed on her face each time she caught you made it all more than worth it. When you walked through the doors of the home you felt the comforting energy wash over you once more.

You settled on Charlie’s bed, tucking the blanket around her as Wanda did the same for Billy. “Today was certainly a big day and your mother and I…” You trailed off as you looked over at Wanda who was watching you with a small smile. “We are proud of you both.”

Her smile grew as she nodded in agreement. “Very proud.” You melted at the sight. “You know, a family is forever. We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried. You know, that right?” Both Billy and Charlie nodded with small smiles.

You lightly brushed Charlie’s hair back and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead as Wanda did the same for Billy before you both switched. “Goodnight, my loves.” You said quietly as you walked to the door of the room.

“Goodnight, Momma.” They said in unison. “Goodnight, Mom.”

Wanda stopped by your side at the doorway and you could see the pain in her eyes as she turned to take one last look at the twins. You wished that you could take the pain and bear the burden for her, but you couldn’t. You were in the same pain as you watched your children for a final time. The red energy closing in on the home faster than you could have anticipated. Closing in on the world the love of your life had created with you.

“Billy, Charlie…” Wanda’s voice wavered slightly. You placed a comforting hand on the small of her back and she pushed through. “Thank you for choosing us to be your moms.”

The way that they both smiled back at you and Wanda made your heart break even more as she shut off the light and closed the door behind herself. Wanda walked down the stairs as you were collecting your emotions.

When you finally gathered your emotions and met Wanda downstairs you were confused to find her shutting off all the lights around the house. You turned a lamp back on.

Wanda turned to face you in surprise. “My love, don’t you know it’s bad luck to say goodbye in the dark?” You said in a playful manner, hoping that the words came out lighter than how you actually felt.

For a moment Wanda just stared at you until a small smile overtook her features. It was clear she saw through your attempts. “No, it’s not.”

You smiled slightly as you spun the ring on your finger anxiously. “You're right. It’s not. I just-… I just wanted to be able to see you.”

Her breath hitched slightly. “And?”

Your heart faltered in your chest when she looked at you like that. “And you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

The smile she gave you was small and short lived because the sight of the red energy pressing even closer drew the focus. Wanda took your hand and you hoped she didn’t notice the way it shook.

Unsteadily you turned to face her. “Before I go, I feel I would like to know… Am I still me? What am I now?”

Wanda caressed your cheek and you leaned into her touch. “You, Y/n… are the love of my life. The one person that has kept me above water when I felt like I would drown… Your mind may fragmented and broken and running on pieces of memories that I could never let go. Running on dreams of the future I always envisioned for us... But you're still you.” A tear fell slowly down her cheek and your chest tightened at the sight. “You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly... You are my love.”

Feeling that words would not suffice, you leaned in and connected your lips in loving embrace. Pouring out all the love you had ever felt for the woman before you. Desperately trying to convey the inner workings of your heart. When you pulled away you felt Wanda’s thumb brush lightly over your cheek bone as your tears became impossible to choke down any longer.

“We have found a love when we thought it was all gone from the world. We have found love when we thought we weren’t meant to be. We found love in the future we should have had. Who knows what you’ll find next?” You whispered with a small smile, knowing that even if it wasn’t with you, you wanted Wanda to find love and happiness.

The light from the red energy filled the room and Wanda gently cupped your cheeks as desperation grew in her eyes. The tears now streaming steadily from her eyes. “We’ve said goodbye before, so it only makes sense-” She began.

“That we will say hello again.” You finished the thought quietly as you rested your forehead against hers, bracing yourself for the impact. “Until we meet again, my love.”

As the energy washed over the home, you never let your eyes falter from Wanda’s as the fire-like pain raced into your veins again. You were able to fight it for a moment until the agony forced you to your knees, and your vision became spotty.

“And in a few days, I would be there, love. Ever here that's lived in me is yours just as it was”

You squeezed Wanda’s hand lightly and she hummed so you knew you had her attention. “I like that lyric.”

She shifted her head slightly to look at you, her eyes glimmering curiously. “Why?”

You lifted yourself onto your elbows so you could hover over her, a loving smile on your face. You lightly brushed away a strand of her hair. “Because everything that’s lived in me is yours and that’s as it was. From now until my heart stops beating.”

For a moment she just stared at you, her eyes shining brightly up at you. Your heart soared.

When she yanked you down by the collar to meet her lips, the memory fragmented and suddenly everything was black. All you felt was a searing pain coursing through your veins.

“With this we can keep her vitals low enough to where that freak will think she’s gone. Then we can extract the DNA.” You wanted to scream but no sound came out, the burning just became more intense until-

Your eyes burst open as you struggled to take in small gasps of air. When your breathing evened out, you took in the empty plot of land you were in the middle of. Arms were quickly wrapped around you, pulling you as close as humanly possible and you looked up to meet emerald eyes. “Y/n? Is this really happening right now?”

You nodded slightly. “That pain. That pain that made me black out... It was a memory. It wasn’t because I couldn’t exist outside of your energy. It was the memory of what they did to me and how much it hurt. Your powers are helping me piece everything together in my mind after they scrambled it, Wanda.”

Wanda quickly buried her head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe your awake.” She whispered. “Don’t worry. I will make him pay for what he did to you.”

You pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “All that matters is that we’re together. He’s not worth it.”

“Do you-… Can you remember everything?” Her words were hesitant, almost as if she was scared to know the answer.

You tilted your head slightly. “I don’t know. Ask me something.”

“What happened when you tried to cook at the compound?”

You shut your eyes for a moment before you recalled the memory. “I almost burned it down. You admitted that you wanted to live with me that day.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yes. When did we first admit we love each other?”

Again, you closed your eyes as you attempted to recall the memory only to come up blank. “I don’t… I don’t remember.” You admitted dejectedly.

Wanda’s gently tilted your head up. “It’s okay. All that matters is you’re here. And in my arms.” She smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. “We can always work on getting back the rest of your memories.”

“And we can finally have that happy ending I promised you... I told you we were a happy ending.”

A watery laugh fell from her lips as she nodded and pressed her lips to yours once again. “I missed you so much.” She mumbled against your mouth, the smiles on both of your faces making it almost impossible to continue but you didn’t let it stop you.

With the help of Natasha and Steve, (who cried tears of happiness when he saw you alive and well), both you and Wanda were able to escape the prying eyes of the public. The seclusion working to strengthen your bond, work on your memory, and help Wanda understand her new power. Each day showed process and neither of you could have been happier.

There was a lot to work on, but as far as you were concerned, everything was perfect. As it was.

And there we have it folks! The conclusion of "As It Was" the spin off of my baby "Love Goes". For some reason, it took me so long to be able to write this conclusion even though I knew everything I wanted to happen. And you will all be pleased to know I had always intended a (Semi) happy ending for Wanda here!

It was been a journey and I truly thank you all for sticking around. I sincerely hope you all enjoyed. As always thoughts and comments are always welcome. :)

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