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feanorianethicsdepartment · 4 years ago

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the conclusion to the fëanorian tauriel saga! this one’s mostly about the state of affairs after she gets adopted into everyone’s favourite family of murderers, plus a couple of extra bits and bobs. there’s some more stuff i’d like to put down somewhere - a deleted scene, a minific - but this is mostly the end of my headcanons for this particular au. so far, anyway. part 1 part 2 part 3

mandos may have, in the past, given off the impression that fëanor would remain within the halls until dagor dagorath

that statement was always a bit of a conflation of terms. like everybody else in the halls, fëanor would get a clean pass for reinbodiment as and when he attended elf afterlife therapy and got a handle on his shit. it’s just nobody thought he would ever do that

but he has done that, and more besides. he’s honestly been clear to go for a while now, he just refused to leave until his sons were ready

and since then... mandos will admit to certain political pressures exerted towards keeping fëanor under lock and key

but over time, those pressures slowly yield to the fact that mandos absolutely cannot deal with this lunatic for the rest of arda

death has not put a damper on fëanor’s unstoppability. he was preoccupied for a long while with the damage done to his sons but with them all out he had a conspicious lack of things to Do

and a bored fëanor is a dangerous fëanor

so yeah. fëanor is less released from the halls of mandos as he is unceremoniously kicked out. mandos refuses to talk about it. the maiar of the halls throw a massive party

this all happens on extremely short notice. as in, manwë announces his release like half a day before it happens

this of course throws his extended family (and a decent proportion of the rest of the continent) into this massive frenzied whirlwind of panic. everybody thought they’d get more warning than this, and nobody knows what’s going to happen next

at the epicentre of this maelstrom is the elf himself. fëanor doesn’t know either, he’s still trying to catch up on everyone he left behind and everything that’s gone down since he died. so much has changed, and he’s still stumbling groggily in the darkness

at some point between his long-practiced apology to finarfin and the maglor encounter everyone’s been dreading, though, he makes an unexpected discovery

he has a daughter now. apparently

her name’s tauriel, she smells like woodsmoke. he first meets her when she wanders into the living room, blinks blearily for a couple of seconds, goes ‘hi dad!’ and immediately falls asleep on his lap

and it’s not like he’s not incredibly stoked to have another child, it’s just how???

the first time he asks this question, the motley collection of relatives and old friends he’s talking to all come to the same conclusion

they can either (a) walk him through the history of tauriel’s growing friendship with and eventual adoption into the least reputable branch of the house of finwë or (b) dump the latest copy of the grand unified tauriel conspiracy theory on him with absolutely no context

considering they’re the hellfamily and friends, they go for the chaos option

it takes fëanor, like, two days to read it. the thing was ridiculously elaborate even before people started competing to come up with the craziest possible theories

the people around him keep the ruse going as long as they can stretch it. eventually celebrimbor takes pity on him, and legolas fills in the details

(legolas currently occupies a position in the fëanorian internal hierarchy not dissimilar to fingon’s. he has no idea how to interpret that)

fëanor also just. talks to tauriel. about how she came, and why she stayed

the next day, fëanor loudly announces to the entirety of tirion that he has a new daughter, her name is tauriel and she’s amazing

she’s been a de facto part of the house for years but this is the first official confirmation of it. the news, and the gossip, spreads all over aman

not that this marks a massive turning point for tauriel. even without a big announcement, she made which side she was on pretty clear back when shit went down

and honestly her life hasn’t changed that much since then. she still spends most of her time exploring noldorin country or chilling in the forest with her silvan friends

this isn’t too uncommon a situation for a member of the house of fëanor. they usually do their own thing, whatever that may be. even nerdanel abandons her house every so often to spend a year or two in the mountains

even in tirion, it’s not that different. she still crashes in the same place, hangs with the same people

she just also occasionally does stuff for :mobster voice: the family

she’s part of the second generation’s extremely overprotective mutual defence web. she has a few responsibilities vis-a-vis the definitely-not-minions. she’s not quite as magnetic as her older brothers, but she’s charismatic enough people tend to both legitimately like and let their guard down around her

she goes to court events sometimes, if she’s in town and in the mood. she’s not virulently allergic to it like celegorm but she doesn’t thrive there the way elrond does. she prefers lower-city forge parties. way more booze, way less bling

(the greenwood elves have stopped needing to bring her along to every political meeting for quote-unquote moral support. everyone knows who she rides with now, and the court bureaucrats tend to give her people whatever they want without the need for extortion)

she’s not the rowdiest of fëanor and nerdanel’s brood, but that’s really not saying much. she’s kicked off the last vestiges of social respectably and indulges fully in her family’s ability to do whatever they want, whenever they want, because who’s seriously going to tell a kinslayer they can’t do something?

a decent proportion of the population of tirion, it turns out. eh, the arguments are always fun

that’s the state of tauriel’s life when fëanor comes back. afterwards - like i said, it doesn’t change terribly much, fëanor rocking valinor to its core notwithstanding

he is massively, intensely supportive of everything she does. she knows that it’s partially that this family is just Like That, but she also gets the vibe he’s overinvesting a little? she’s the only one of his children who doesn’t have a reason to hate him

but they get along fine. he’s had a lot of practice at being a dad, and is trying to improve on his personal faults. his relationship with her is blissfully uncomplicated compared to the mess most of his pre-death bonds are, and while she’ll protect her brothers from him if need be she’ll protect him too when the world is out to get him

there’s this moment at one of those fancy court galas. tauriel’s chatting with some sindarin visitors when something explodes a few rooms away

almost immediately, she locks gazes with curufin, who’s peoplewatching some distance away. they have a conversation conducted entirely in eyeflicks that could be summarised as ‘did he just...’ ‘alas he probably did’

they stride out of the hall together to rescue their idiot dad from the consequences of his terrible decisions

that’s another subtlety to the way the fëanorians work, tauriel is discovering. the siblings hellspawn may be a constant fight cloud of bickering nutbags (with the obvious exception of herself) but they all always out-sane their dad

she keeps learning things like this as the years roll on and her families get closer. she finds silvans having tea with nerdanel, tirion craftselves looking for her in the woods. across both of her worlds, she’s building a posse

(just like her brothers did, long long ago under the light of the trees. when next the host rides to war, there will be those who follow tauriel’s banner)

even legolas has mostly gotten over it. their initial friendship, after all, was founded on them both being chaos children. tauriel is one in a way they called silvan in greenwood and noldorin in aman, fully conscious that the powers that be disapprove of her shenanigans and deliberately and vindictively defying them

legolas’ style is more sindarin, vaguely aware that the rules exist but doesn’t really understand how they apply to him. he did sneak a dwarf up the straight road, after all. him and tauriel got up to so much nonsense when they were kids, and no matter who else she runs with, he’ll always be her best friend

he’ll never be fully comfortable with the literal childhood horror stories she’s taken up with, but for her sake he’s willing to try. they might be scary, but, he’s realising, they can be fun too

(even if he does spend most of their family gatherings hiding behind elrond)

and then, one day...

tauriel doesn’t exactly pine for kíli, but she does kind of regret how it all turned out. she wonders what being in a relationship with him would have been like, sometimes

but he’s a dwarf, and she’s an elf, and she can’t leave the undying lands, and dwarves aren’t supposed to come here. they are sundered until the breaking of the world

when she tells this to fëanor, this massive smug grin spreads across his face. ‘unless’

three hours later, they’ve turned fëanor’s front room into a base of operations. maedhros is on project management, caranthir is on logistics, amras is going down a list of maiar they can strongarm. celebrimbor stops by, looks at the plans on the walls, and, somewhat excitedly, goes ‘are we breaking into the dwarven afterlife???’

yes. yes they are

epilogue:

when the end comes and all elves return to cuivénen, certain people tauriel knew back in middle-earth discover what she’s been doing for the past few ages

they get the full skinny later, after they talk to her and stuff, but the first whisper they hear is ‘tauriel’s been taken in by the fëanorians’

reactions vary. tauriel’s mama, who doesn’t recognise the name, goes ‘the spirits of fire? that’s sounds so much like her, i’m so happy she’s made friends’

tauriel’s mummy, who does recognise the name, is laughing too hard to speak

and thranduil cradles his head in his hands. ‘of course’ he mutters ‘of course she fucking did’

#silmarillion #tauriel #house of feanor #the feanorian tauriel saga #my terrible fic #wow this ended up way longer than i expected #sorry if it's rambly i stayed up kinda late #and yeah! that's my headcanons for this au!#like i said there's a couple more things i wanna write #and once i'm done i'll probably put it all up on ao3 #with edits (read: capitalisation)

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bave-de-crapaud · 5 years ago

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The Darkness Within...

CHAPTER FIVE

(Yearning by crescentcreations.storenvy.com)

Request by: the babe @belladonnarey

A/N: hmmm this one took a while BUT it (hopefully) is the smut you have been waiting for. Let me know what you like about it, what you don’t, what you think will happen. Enjoy and stay safe. Sirius x Reader Older Sirius Sirius Lives/Post Azkaban Smutty McSmut Word count: 5500+ Disclaimer: All characters are assumed 18+ Warnings: Smut!

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Finding yourself at Number 12 Grimmauld Place became a regular if normal occurrence over the next few weeks. In your spare time you sat on the floor in Sirius’ library, pouring over dusty volumes containing everything and anything related to wizards and witches with ‘eccentric abilities’ - the technical term to what you had, apparently.

The good thing about this was you weren’t the only one who had surfaced over the years with strange skills, there were wizards who could command water without a wand, witches who with one touch could drain a person of their fears, individuals who could fly sans apparatus and countless others who had fascinating and outrageous traits. The bad thing was none of these wizards were alive today to speak with, the last person with documented abilities had died over 100 years ago. Yet again you felt like you were on this journey on your own.

Sirius and Remus were constantly in and out of the house completing various missions and tasks for the order. Sirius checked on you often, bringing you tea or something to eat but kept himself scarce to let you figure out your mysteries alone. He seemed to understand that this was a private affair for you and you were grateful for the time. However each night around 8pm he would come into the Library, sit on one of the old leather couches and ask you about your day.

You caught snippets of what he and Remus had been up to and learned that one of the missions ended in a grizzly discovery of Macnair’s body - found dead in his home - magic obviously the cause of torture and death.

Voldemort had become less of a focus in your mind and each time you were called to his presence you found it easy to resist his psychological torment. The disgust on your face was not evident when fellow Death Eaters talked about their foul crimes. Being around Sirius was giving you a strength you never knew you had. The way he threw himself into fighting for equality and the right to live no matter what situation or who he had to work with, both humbled and amazed you. If he can put up with more than 12 years of the world thinking he was a betrayer and cold-blooded killer who was associated with Death Eaters and Voldemort, then you could put up with sporadically rubbing shoulders with Malfoy, Lestrange, and their cronies.

Your new attitude didn’t go unnoticed, it was put down to you growing a stronger stomach for violence and generally taken positively amongst the Death Eater ranks. However, Voldemort, though he outwardly showed no signs of displeasure, watched you more and decided to hold whatever he wanted Macnair to deliver to you for later. Like any nefarious leader, he was constantly on the lookout for a rat in his ranks and you were not exempt from this scrutiny.

After every Death Eater meeting, you would return home before heading over to Grimmauld Place, a new sanctuary, to pour over more books and hopefully absorb the good vibes from its admirable inhabitants. This made being with Death Eaters bearable. On the nights of Order meetings, however, you stayed away. Those evenings were becoming Sirius’ least favourite. It made sense to shield you from them for your own and others’ safety. However, that didn’t stop him feeling concerned for you. Reckless and impulsive, he may be, he was also a very intuitive and perceptive man. He hadn’t failed to notice how much you seem to relax in his library. He wanted that for you, relating to that feeling of relief as almost an addictive substance, he knew you needed and craved it and he wanted to give it to you. Badly.

He felt protective and territorial of you. If he really wanted to analyse his feelings he would have noticed that your safety, though paramount, was not the only reason he wanted you to come to his house: the lingering looks as he gave you yet another cup of tea, finding a way to bring you into conversation with Remus, seemingly innocently, was a dead giveaway of deeper feelings. Remus said nothing, prefering to feign ignorance, yet the annoyingly knowing looks he gave Sirius hinted otherwise.

“Just ask her, Padfoot.” Remus sighed exasperatedly, shuffling his paper one day as Sirius kept looking towards the door of his library, knowing you were inside.

“Ask her what?” Sirius tried and failed to nonchalantly reply.

“Out, mate!”

Sirius frowned, placing both hands on the kitchen table as though readying his defense. “For one: what makes you think I want to ask her out? And two: I couldn’t anyway - we are supposed to be on opposing sides remember?”

Remus stared at his friend, conceding defeat but not enough to hold in his last words before disappearing behind the Daily Prophet; “True but if it can be concealed from the Death Eaters that she is at your house every day, then asking her to have dinner with you is not a huge step up I would think.”

There was another reason, Sirius hadn’t tried to gauge your feelings: He didn’t want you to think he was just trying to get a leg over. Your outright statement about his intentions after he first visited your house, had stuck with him. He concluded that you didn’t want him and pursuing you would only harden your view towards him further. So he played it safe, frustrating himself and unknowingly frustrating you in the process.

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Sirius’ library was vast and carried more volumes on runes than all the franchises of Flourish and Blotts combined. What was interesting was that the interpretation of runes and ancient markings was just as vast and also open into a plethora of interpretation. You had discovered that the rune on your chest - the mirror image of one of Sirius’ tattoos - did indeed mean ‘destruction’ but in a form of new growth. Much like a farmer sowing soil, ridding the earth of old, dead, and rotting plants preparing it for new seeds.

Two runes on your left arm meant ‘Harm To My Enemies’ and another on your thigh could be interpreted as ‘The East Wind’. Other forms of your abilities were harder to quantify as there was no record of someone with all the same traits as you, however, those who had shown up throughout history with varying sources of atypical power were more often than not tyrants and individuals who used their abilities for evil. Stories of wizards who did not feel cold, commanding animals, and manipulating the elements such as fire were largely negative however speckled throughout the research were wizards who were great warriors, shepherds of the people, and in some cases just normal citizens living their lives like everyone else

Though you were slowly and steadily finding out more information about your powers and relished the time you were so easily given you couldn’t help but wish for Sirius’ company more often than an hour or two at night. Luckily for you, that was about to change.

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“What’s wrong, Y/N?” You were sat on the floor in front of the fireplace staring gloomily at your fifth cup of tea.

You smiled “Sirius I’m so grateful for you letting me stay but I was wondering - do you have anything other than tea?”

He smirked and left the room returning seconds later with a bottle of fire whiskey.

Handing you a large glass he clinked it with his and took his place back on the couch asking you again how was your day. Each night Sirius had helped you with your findings, giving his opinion or helping you to digest what you had read. He was adamant that your powers weren’t evil and that you needed to be confident in your choice to do what was right. He had served to make you feel good about yourself a lot but you wondered if he had the same support from his pairs. Tonight you put aside your research and decided to question him about his life. You had gleaned a bit about him over the last month but he was infinitely fascinating to you and seemed like a well of untapped ideas and beliefs.

He talked about his family, his friends, and the Order. He told you light hearted tales about his Hogwarts days and he talked at length about Harry and how sometimes he was nervous about his parenting role considering Walburga and Orion were such poor examples to go off.

“You know, you are not what I thought.” You said boldly after a moment of silence.

Sirius sat up straighter on the couch and cocked his eyebrow at you. A side smile not quite covering a flicker of worry in his eyes.

“Oh?” Was all he said. “Yeah.” You walked forwards from your current position in front of the mantle place and took a seat beside him.

“You care more about what people think than you let on.”

“Is that so?” He subconsciously moved his body so it was angled towards you.

“Yeah, and you are not as much of a dog around the ladies as I thought you’d be.” Sirius barked out a laugh at this. “Why thank you Y/N, but to be fair you have never seen me around ‘the ladies.’”

“I’ve seen you around me.” You answered bluntly. “You aren’t all over me with cheap pick up lines and cocky bravado.”

Sirius turned his head away and tried to hold in a laugh. Where was this coming from? He wondered.

“Is that how you think I would woo a woman? I’m slightly offended, Y/N.” He didn’t look it. He looked amused and a little interested.

He wasn’t able to tell if you were joking and as you glimmered at him, taking another sip of your drink.

“I don’t sleep around you know. I haven’t done that since I was 20, but unfortunately, that reputation has always preceded me.”

“You probably deserved it!”

He scoffed, turning back to stare at the fire; “Probably, and don’t get me wrong I still like meeting new people but I have long since learned sex is far better with someone you have a connection with.”

“Ok then.” You said brightly, gaining his attention again. “What would you do?”

“What would I do, when?” Sirius narrowed his eyebrows slightly, confused.

“When you want to “woo” a woman.” You signalled quotation marks in the air as you said the word ‘woo’ earning another quick chuckle from him.

Sirius paused, looking at you intently, cogs working fast in his brain. She wants you to woo her? No, she wants you to show her what you would do to woo her. Does that mean she wants me?

As Sirius battled these rapid thoughts, your own inner monologue was pipping up as well: This is a dangerous game, Y/N. You are leading him on and you know it. It’s too dangerous, you can’t do anything with him. Don’t confuse the poor guy…unless you want to be leading him on. Do you?

Shaking your head and forcing yourself to believe this would just be a fun game you crossed your legs leaning closer to Sirius.

He noticed glancing at your legs, smooth skin exposed up to past mid-thigh where your skirt took over covering the rest from there.

He looked back into your eyes and noticed a difference. Your pupils were bigger and there was a faint purple hue in your irises.

Right now, the sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife. It had been building over the past few weeks. An accidental touch here and there, a smile, or a look that meant everything and nothing at the same time from him would floor you. When he looked over your shoulder to consider whatever book you were showing him, little puffs of his breath in your ear flooded your body with heat making it impossible to concentrate. All these reactions confused you and created a chronic longing feeling in your chest you had not experienced before. It made you feel warm, content, and giddy.

Never having fallen for anyone before, you didn’t recognise the signs, the changes in your body and the effect he had on you mentally and physically. By the time these feelings had reached boiling point he was sitting next to you and your body was doing the thinking for you. God you wanted him to touch you. To an untrained eye Sirius looked so cool and collected, however beneath the surface he was anything but.

Since Remus had confronted him about asking you out, Sirius had thought little else. He was super aware of his body language, how it angled him towards you, begging him to take a step closer even if just to place his hand on your back as he passed. Believing that you didn’t want that from him, he was careful not to brush past you or stand too close and cause you to feel uncomfortable. He constantly watched himself and made sure he didn’t give you the wrong idea. It was hard though. Very hard.

Just yesterday he nearly pinned you against the wall and kissed you. He was walking you out and after a long night of research, you were tired and not watching where you were going. Just as he was saying “watch out for the…” you kicked over that bloody troll leg again. Instead of steading yourself, your first thought was not to wake up Sirius’ Mother’s portrait so you reached back to catch the falling article before its clatter made a sound. Overreaching, you fell backward into something hard and warm: Sirius’ chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight and upright.

“Are you ok?” he whispered in your ear, his puffs of breath once again making your veins tingle.

You swallowed and exited abruptly leaving Sirius cursing himself for what he thought was his incongruous behaviour. As far as you were concerned, it had been anything but and you were unable to stop thinking of him for the rest of the evening, dreaming of those same arms doing other far more inappropriate things making your sleep wrought with pleasurable shivers and fever. Oh God, was he ever going to come closer?

Until this evening he had been the perfect gentleman, respecting your boundaries and staying just out of reach. Apart from the one incident in the hallway, you hadn’t felt his touch, no matter how innocent, since he had carried you up the stairs to bed and that was having an unacceptable effect on you. It made you lean towards him further, lick your lips whenever he was near, and glance at his body when he wasn’t looking in a completely wanton way. He must notice the heat coming from me? You thought. He seemed so relaxed, not at all perturbed by your presence.

How wrong you were. Inside, Sirius was struggling. He was trying to be a gentleman but it was hard, you were making it hard. Do you actually want him? He was ok with just being in your orbit slowly torturing himself at not touching you, content at just being there but this evening, your flirting coupled with the fire whiskey was not helping, in fact, its lubricating effects ware making resisting anything you said that could be slightly construed as even vague interest, very, very difficult.

Sirius cleared his throat. Not taking his eyes off you. “You want me to show you how I ask a woman out?”

“Yes, show me your moves!”

Sirius smiled but his eyes held a serious, almost pained look. Before you could ask him what was wrong he shuffled in his seat.

“Y/N, I don’t have moves I just sort of feel a situation out, see if she likes me and then go from there.”

“Ok well, show me how you do that. Come on.” You egged him as he gave you a look of doubt. “It’ll be fun.”

It’ll be torture. Sirius thought, but you were looking at him with such a blazing warmth in your eyes, he relented and shifted so he was closer to you.

“Well, if I like her I have usually gotten to know her a little bit, watched the way she moves, adjusted my body language to suit whatever she is comfortable with, and look for signs she is interested in me too.”

He stretched so his right arm was running along the back of the couch, behind you, touching your shoulder ever so lightly. You shivered at the contact.

“Then I guess I would let her take the lead.” His voice had lowered and you noticed he had leaned closer to you. You had also noticed that the outside of his right leg was pressed against your crossed calves and as he leaned to you further you got a whiff of his cologne. The musky, manly scent combined with his closeness dilated your pupils further and sent your mind whirling.

Before you could collect yourself Sirius gave you a slow, mischievous smile, took a sip of his drink and said very quietly; “Your turn.”

“My…w-what?” you uttered, stammering slightly.

“Your turn to show me your moves.”

Fuck you wanted him. Could you? No? Slowly, not realising it you inched closer to him.

You were nervous, Sirius could finally see that. Whatever he was doing had an effect on you. Sirius loved the excitement of turning someone else on, this was him in his element. However, unlike most interactions with the opposite sex, this one was equally thrilling and torturing him. Setting his glass down and gathering a sliver of confidence he tentatively he placed his left hand on your thigh. You sucked in a sharp breath which he mistook for fear immediately whipping his hand away and opening his mouth to apologise only to be interrupted by the words: “Don’t stop.”

He looked back at you, having just enough time to register your meaning before you lunged forward, capturing his lips in yours.

There was a seconds pause then Sirius was returning your kiss with fervor. He wrapped his arms around your back clinging to your shirt before lifting you up and onto his lap, legs either side of his, pressing into him exquisitely.

He tasted like fire whiskey and something sweet at the same time.

He moved his hand through your hair holding your head while the other held your lower back pressing you firmly, further into him. Suddenly the hand holding your head was gone and running up your outer thigh, underneath your skirt.

His warm fingers caressed your upper thigh, moving further to touch the tip of your hip and run tantalizing circles across your backside.

His kisses were feverish and sending you reeling. The way he swept his tongue across your lips opening them and deepening the kiss was tantalizing. Clinging to him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, you ground down into his crotch and he groaned, opening his eyes. They were heavy with desire.

Sirius squeezed your bum picking you up and laying you back down on the couch. He didn’t remove his lips from yours as he wrapped your legs around his waist and lowered his body onto yours.

You arched up into him and he was immediately transported to the first dream he had of you, lying naked on his bed. He let out a shuddered breath; “You are so beautiful, Y/N. I want you.”

Instead of being flattered by this, a voice popped up in the back of your mind; Did he though? Shaken by this sudden thought, then jumping slightly at the bang of the front door signifying the probable return home of Remus served to knock you back into reality. The situation suddenly became very clear to you. You had just thrown yourself at a man who was known for sleeping with multiple women, very easily it seemed if you were to believe what he said before - he didn’t have to do anything and they offered themselves to him.

Of course he wanted you - you had led him on with your ‘game’ basically given yourself up to him on a platter. This wasn’t real, it was convenient and you could seriously hurt him if you let him in further.

Seeing the change in your face, Sirius sat up, “Y/N, are you ok? Was this too fast?.”

“Sirius..I” you were so embarrassed. Sitting up, quickly removing your legs from around him.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.” He could see the blush rising up around your cheeks and you couldn’t look at him.

“Shouldn’t have? What do you mean - I think this was on both of us. Don’t you?”

“I mean.” You screwed your eyes shut, breathing deeply, “I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea…I… I don’t do one nightstands.”

“One nightstands?” he was frowning at you, confused, his mind racing. Didn’t she hear me before?

Seeing him frown and mistaking it for annoyance rather than confusion you stood up and started to back towards the door. “I should go, I’m so sorry for coming on to you.”

“Y/N! Wait!” But before he could take two steps towards you, you had turned on your heel and raced out the door.

“Y/N!” Sirius was still calling your name as you shot out the front door, turning on the spot to disapparate.

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“Argh, Y/N how could you be so stupid!” You cursed yourself as you walked around your kitchen.

That had been the hottest, most erotic thing that had happened to you and you choked, freaked out, and left.

You wanted Sirius it was true but you couldn’t quite believe someone like him could want you for anything more than a one time fling. No one else had wanted more so what made him any different?

Plus even if he did there was a real chance you could lose it and hurt him. The feelings he elicited from you were unreal and you had never felt that alive and heated before. It both thrilled and frightened you to your bones.

Though the research you conducted in his library had opened up ideas that you hadn’t had before - you were still afraid. Sirius had quickly and unquestionably become your favourite person and you didn’t think your poor heart could take having him in the most intimate way and then not having him again. So you had done the most adult thing you could think of: insulted his intentions and run away. “Brilliant!” You spat.

Back at Geimmauld Place, Sirius was pacing up and down the hall. “YOU IDIOT!” He yelled at himself waking up his mother. “Oh shut the fuck up you old hag!” Storming out of the house, and out into the night air helped calm him and give him clarity. He disapparated instantly.

Lifting your head from your hands you got up from the kitchen table as you heard a soft knock at your front door.

Sirius stood at your door with a dark, devastating look.

“Sirius I…” you began.

“I want you more than just for tonight.” He blurted out. “I have for a long time”

“What if I hurt you?”

He walked in, eyes dark and grabbed you, “You won’t.”

He let you go and stood before you, waiting. He wanted you to be sure of him and sure of yourself. His broad shoulders quivered under your stare, not with fear but ready to do anything you desired. Sirius was a handsome man, sure, but standing before you laying his cards on the line, his need for you so obvious and open made him the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He was not afraid of anything. His confidence fanned yours and you ignored the fear building in your stomach and stepped into him.

Attaching himself to your lips once more he didn’t look as he closed the front door and led you towards your staircase.

Laying you down on your bed once again he hovered above you, one muscled arm on either side of your head. This view of you sprawled out underneath him jogged his memory and as he recalled first dream about you again. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

“What’s wrong Sirius?”

Your concern was squashed by a sly smile. He opened his eyes and said with a smirk: “I’ve dreamt about this before”

“Is that so?”

“Yes” he looked at you intently.

“What did dream me do?”

You couldn’t quite hold your smug smile while Sirius bit his lip and told you.

Wrapping your legs around him once more, you pulled him down on top of you. Hands running down his sides as you kissed him, you felt his muscles tense at each spot you touched. Whatever you were doing to him, he enjoyed it.

Taking great effort to wrench his lips from yours Sirius looked at you once more and asked: “Y/N, would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”

Looking surprised, you nodded. He smiled. “I meant what I said. This isn’t just a once off. Not for me.”

“I know.” You conceded. “I also just didn’t want my first time to be meaningless.” “Your first time?” Sirius looked shocked. “You mean you’ve never…?”

You shook your head, grimacing slightly hoping this didn’t change anything.

“Oh Y/N, are you sure?” Sirius was surprised and, if possible, turned on even more. There was something so special about sharing someone’s first experience. Meaning something so much to them that they wanted to be with you. He felt sexy, powerful, and potent which combined with how long he had lusted over you and the way you moved, made it incredibly hard for him to focus.

“Yes Sirius.” The brazen look in your eyes and the way you ran your hands in sweeping strokes around his body told him that though you may not have had sex you had had other intimate experiences and you knew what you wanted.

He shuddered once more, closing his eyes as you arched up into him again.

“Y/N.” His voice came out in a rasp. “God, you are turning me on… I want you so badly but if this is not right for you please tell me and we’ll stop.”

You surprised him by laughing softly. “You’re sort of killing the mood, Sirius. I want this, I want you - you know you are not the only one who has touched themselves dreaming about us.”

Suddenly, with a twirl of your fingers, soft, malleable ropes appeared at your wrists. Gently lifting your arms up and firmly tying your hands to your bedpost.

Sirius’ jaw dropped and he almost started drooling. The look on his face, one of absolute adoration, spurred you on further. Another flick of your wrist and your clothes slowly started peeling themselves off your body, ripping in parts to remove themselves from you until you were lying naked, stretched underneath him, replicating that particular dream perfectly.

As you looked up at him through relaxed eyelids and purred; “I want you to touch me, Sirius.” He nearly came undone.

Though he was only wearing his jeans and a shirt he couldn’t get naked fast enough.

Sirius laid his body against yours, groaning at the feel of your soft skin. He kissed you deeply, letting one arm hold himself while the other dipped low, wandering further until it came torturously close to your clit before moving passed and circling your inner thigh.

You groaned with frustration and he smiled into your lips as he kissed you, tongue sweeping inside your mouth lighting sparks inside your head.

Each time he neared closer to your core, your breath hitched, waiting, only to be expelled in frustration as he moved passed and to another area.

He explored your mouth, your neck, your collar bone, and your nipples with his mouth, all the while coming close to touching you where you needed but not getting close enough.

Finally, he swept his finger up the line of your folds and flicked your clit. A move that literally took your breath away and his. He could feel how wet you were and it made his cock twitch with excitement. “Oh, Y/N.”

His teasing had become torturous for him as well. If he wasn’t careful, your body was going to turn him on so much that he might come on you rather than inside you like he desperately wanted.

He moved down to flick your nipple with his tongue then continued further south until his head was level with your core. A brush of stubble on your inner thigh had you jolting. He kissed the spot, sparking your lust even more. Not able to take any more teasing, “please Sirius” you begged. The desperate timbre of your voice made him feel incredibly desired.

He gently made taught the skin above your clit tilting it upwards and licking it, so lightly but giving you the feeling of being shocked with the most incredible surge of power. A whimper and a groan encouraged him to carry on and soon he was holding your bucking hips down as he continued to rapidly lick, and flick the sensitive bead. You could feel a sudden blooming inside you, growing outwards, and upwards lighting even your soul on fire. Suddenly afraid your weird powers might cause you to lash out and hurt him you made to move away but he held you down and stopped his tongue briefly enough to growl, “you won’t, just let go.”

He shifted his free hand under your bum and squeezed as he buried his face once more in your core. There it was again, that sweet hot feeling running through your bones. A warm glow washed over you and into him - consuming him filling him with love. You could feel his devotion to you, how turned on he was, how much he longed for you. This had never happened previously and before you could process it the orgasm he gave you lifted you off the bed causing you to cry out his name over and over. He did not relent, it was exquisite ecstasy.

“Oh God, oh God…” you breathed, hyperventilating from how good he had made you feel. Sirius was smiling, he had made his way back up the bed and was lying next to you, stroking your side.

You wrenched your arms out of the ropes and launched at him, taking him off guard and kissing him deeply, pushing yourself on top of him until you were straddling his lap just like you had only moments ago in his library.

Sirius’ cocky smile turned into an ‘oh’ as his mouth opened while you grabbed his erection and placed it at your entrance. Wetting the tip from your already dripping core you slowly began to slide down.

Sirius, groaned, bit his lip and grasped your hips. He was utterly and irrevocably under your spell.

Feeling a stretch, painful at first, you continued to slide down until a snapping feeling followed by a slight relief brought you to the bottom of his shaft.

Taking your breath you slowly started to move up and down his cock, squeezing intermittently and kissing him sporadically.

The frenzy he had whipped you into before had served to lubricate your entrance so though there was some pain at first, it soon gave way to a delightfully filling feeling.

“Ohhh Y/N” Sirius groaned as your inner walls stroked his shaft. You were tight, as he expected but your smooth movements and rocking of your hips blew him away. If this was you at your first time then he was in for a real treat when you had more experience under your belt. Thoughts of you experimenting with others flashed across his mind and he growled. Territorial hormones took him over as he squeezed your hips hard lifting his own up into you, hitting a spot inside you that caused you to moan.

Sirius noticed this and increased the snapping of his hips. Continuous thrusts meeting each other coupled with your already sensitive clit rubbing against the rough hair on his pelvis was causing an orgasm to build again. Surely not? Not at your first instance of sex, you thought?

A delightful wave tickled your walls and you shivered. “Sirius, I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t, reaching down between you he rubbed your clit once more to bring your orgasm about faster. Feeling your walls clamp down around him his thrusts became sloppier and as you came, unraveling on top of him he found his release crying your name and squeezing your hips painfully.

You fell forward on top of him and he instantly wrapped his arms around you rolling you to the side, still inside of you showing no signs he wanted to get up.

Laying there entwined with him, you felt the content warm feeling ripple through you again. You had let go and not lost control! If you could do this then you could do anything. No more holding back. In one act of love Sirius had helped you break the shackles of fear and find relief from a lifetime of pressure and concern. You felt light and confident. Chuckling to yourself he looked at you cocking an eyebrow in question.

“Well Sirius, those were some good moves!”

There was a beat and then you both laughed.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #446

“so you can throw me to the wolves / tomorrow i will come back, leader of the whole pack”

Favourite cheese? American. Superman or Batman? I know literally nothing of Superman, but I like Batman. Who are your best friends? The only person I consider a best friend is Sara. Name the 3 most important people in your life: My mom, Sara, and... I suppose myself since I cherish my mental health VERY deeply. Are you currently learning from anyone how to play any instruments? No. Do you know anyone who is overly flirty with people? Girl or a boy? In my personal opinion, yes. I do believe it's possible to be "overly" flirty, considering you can really lead people on. It's a she. Do you believe vampires are real? Not the stereotypical Twilight kind. No. Have you ever been to a porn website? Were you addicted to it afterword? No. I'm really not into that. What is the most disgusting thing you think the opposite sex can do? I think the most disgusting thing anyone can do is commit rape. Would you rather be able to teleport or freeze time? Which one seems best? I feel teleportation is obviously more convenient and useful in dangerous situations. Have you seen the movie Twister? Did the tornadoes look real to you? LKJFL;AKSDJFKLASJDLFKA;WE NOOOOOOOOOO. I am WAY too terrified of tornadoes to watch that. Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? Hurricane Floyd was pretty devastating. I was too young to really remember it, though. Did your mom ever fix your eggs and bacon into a smiley face as a kid? She probably did. What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? BOJANGLE'S, AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Do you believe one day aliens might take over the planet Earth? I mean, it's possible, but I don't know. Do you remember when they used to actually throw candy out at parades? I didn't know they stopped. Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? I couldn't possibly care less, it's a natural bodily function. Just because of societal standards though, I don't burp in public, though, but only around family and close friends. What is one kind of music you’d do anything to not listen to in the car? Anything like rap that has a STUPIDLY loud bass that just annoys everyone within a ten mile radius. When was the last time you babysat, if ever? Did anything bad happen? A year or two ago, for my nephew. No one else was free to watch him, so I had no choice. Nothing bad happened, besides nearly having a panic attack. Do you ever talk to people you met online through webcam? Or is that weird? No. Even Sara and I don't do it, because I'm too self-conscious of how I look. Even though she's seen me plenty before irl. Would you ever consider becoming a scientist? Why would you or why not? Well, I majored in biology briefly... I wanted to be a wildlife biologist. I just adore animals and thought I could do it. I just couldn't handle school. When is the next time you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? I'm not especially close to any of my cousins. Are you really into vintage things? Have you ever been into that stuff? Yessss! is writing something that you enjoy doing? Definitely. Would you rather read or write? Write. Would you rather draw or take photographs? If I wind up being very proud of the product, I prefer drawing, but I take pictures far more. When was the last time you cheated at something? I have no clue. Has anyone ever copied off of your homework assignments? I think so? Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? ... *stares at my folder labelled "Mark"* What would you consider your favorite holiday? Why is this? Christmas. I love the whole vibe of it. The weather, the smells, the treats, my niece's and nephew's excitement... I adore all the lights and decorations, the gratefulness for family and your loved ones in general... I just love Christmas. If you’re a girl, do you have big hips? Too big? I'd say my hips are normal. Girls, do you think you look good in dresses or not? God no. Not anymore. Have you ever taken a pottery class before? Nope. How many times have you seen Star Wars? Be honest. Once. I didn't like it. Has your best friend ever made you cry? Yes. But in her defense, we've both made the other cry. Have you ever entered a talent competition? God no, I ain't got shit to flaunt. Are you smiling in your Facebook profile picture? Yes. If you wear eye shadow, do you put on a dark colour or a light? And if you wear mascara, what colour is it? I only ever wear black for both of those. What is your favourite Christmas movie? Jim Carrey's How the Grinch Stole Christmas. What do you get complimented on the most? My Markiplier tattoo, actually. What do you think of your best friend’s ex? One I REALLY don't like, the other I'm neutral about. Are you biracial? No. Do you have Pop-Tarts in your house right now? No. We try to not buy them, given they're just TOTALLY empty calories. They don't fill me at all. Is anyone’s birthday coming up? No. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? I LOVE sour candy. Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Alaska, to see the Northern Lights. Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? I haven't driven in well over a year. Hell, maybe two. But no, because I'd need prescription sunglasses. Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? God no. Has anyone taken their shirt off in front of you? Yeah. What time do you usually have dinner? 5:30-6:30, usually. What’s your favourite meat? Chicken, I think. What is your favourite meal of the day and why? Breakfast. I just enjoy breakfast foods. What colour is your shampoo? White. Tell me a silly little old wive’s tale you believed when you were a child: My older sister got me to believe that if you said a word a ridiculous amount of times, it'd be the only word you knew how to say anymore, lmao. Shut up, I was little. What was the last magazine you bought? Do you subscribe to any? I don't buy magazines. Whose Facebook profile did you last look at? Was there anything that caught your attention? Uh, that's a good question. Do you regret your last relationship? Not at all. What’s better, mashed potatoes or sweet potatoes? Mashed potatoes, though I'm picky with them and the texture. Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes, or pie with your grandma? No. Do you like kids? Not especially. They ask too many questions and can be really rude, even though I know they usually don't mean to be. What are you listening to? I'm watching Gab Smolders play Dino Crisis 2. I finished her playthrough of Final Fantasy X, so now I feel a void in my soul that I am trying to fill with a new series lmao. Do you burn incense? Not really anymore. I'm not against it, I just... haven't. What is your favorite kind of cracker? Cheese-Itz. Can you name a single song by Billy Joel without looking it up? Yeah; I can name a few, actually. My dad loves Billy Joel, so I heard him a lot growing up. "Piano Man" is a classic. Do you like regular peppermint candy canes, or do you prefer different flavored ones [fruits, bubble gum, cinnamon, etc.]? I actually really like the Jolly Rancher ones. Have you ever been kissed while sitting atop the hood of a car? That's actually possible... but I'm not sure. I think I have a faint memory of lying on a car hood with Jason before. What do you think is the dumbest/tackiest piercing? I don't like calling a piercing either of those, like if they make someone feel more confident and attractive, good for them. I can say I'm personally not a fan of the smiley piercing, though. Have you ever requested a song on the radio? No. When I was a kid at a birthday party, though, one of the girls did. Does your mother still take care of you if you get ill? She helps a lot, yeah. What is one song that always brings back memories every time you hear it? Honestly, too many. I attach way too aggressively to songs. Do you currently have any pimples? Not currently, no. Did anything disturb your sleep at all last night? Ugh, yes. I couldn't sleep for shit. How does it make you feel looking at pics with your ex and someone else? I have only seen one picture of Jason with the girl he dated after me and it. Set. Me. On. Fucking. Fire. It's pathetic. If you’re not in college, why? All it did was give me emotional breakdowns. What do you think about MTV? I am way too out of the loop on what goes on on any TV channel to answer this. What was your very first day of your very first job like? What’d you do? How long did it take you to get the hang of it, and feel comfortable with working? This was waaaay too long ago... All I remember is actually being hopeful, though nervous. I never got to the point of feeling comfortable there. Or at any job. If you have a dog, are they friendly to strangers or other dogs? We don't have a dog, but we do have a cat that is EXTREMELY skittish around strangers. Someone he doesn't know comes through the door? He's bolting to hide. Do people ever comment on or joke about your driving? Well, I got flipped off once by a driver, so... I'd consider that a silent comment. I, to this day, don't know why they (it was a group of guys) did it, but it's stuck with me. What was the last thing to move you? Are you easily moved or inspired? The ending of FFX alsdkfjkaljlkwjer. And yes. If you`ve ever seen your very favorite band, did you cry when you saw them? Was it like a dream come true? If you`ve never seen them, do you think you would? I haven't, but I probably would a little bit. Of all the reality competitions you’ve watched, who are some of your all-time favorite contestants and what shows were they from? From America's Got Talent, I adore(d) Landau Eugene Murphy Jr., as well as Prince Poppycock. I keep up with them both on Facebook. Ever had a friend named Alex or John? One of my closest online friends was Alex. A couple years ago she just... got a boyfriend and fell off the face of the earth. Are you happy with your relationship status? I mean... no, I'm ridiculously lonely, but being single is for the best right now. What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? Just ketchup and mustard. Have you ever been in a spelling bee? No. What is the most annoying thing that your parents do? Mom absolutely always assumes she's right. Dad repeats himself like CRAZY. Would you say you’re someone who has good manners? Yes. Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Actually, the doctors couldn't determine mine (or any of Mom's kids') because my legs were ALWAYS crossed when they did ultrasounds. Mom says she "knew" I was a girl, though. Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? I'm addicted to caffeine, yes. Who makes the best desserts in your entire family? Hm, I dunno. Do you have good dreams or nightmares more? I have very severe sleep apnea that results in very violent nightmares almost any time I sleep without my APAP mask. Even WITH the damn mask, I have them a lot. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? *shrug* Do you have trouble reading small fonts? Yes. I used to find it aesthetically pleasing, but my vision is just too bad now, even with my (shitty) glasses. Do you know anybody that believes that magic/witchery truly exists? I think so. Do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting & fascinating? Absolutely!! The last time you had sex: did you want it, or did the other person want it? ... You know it's supposed to be a mutual desire, right?? What does your sibling(s) call you? "Britt." Has anyone you’ve known claimed to be psychic? Maybe? I'm unsure. Did/do you believe them? Hell no. I don't believe in psychics and believe people who claim to be so are manipulative pieces of shit. Is anything annoying you right now? I am bored to an inexplicable level askldjfla;wejlr. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Yeah. Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? No. Have you ever felt abandoned? Well yes. By definition, my dad abandoned our family. Where are you? I’m in my bed. What’s been the worst part of this day? I've just been so, so bored. I'm sick and fucking tired of dealing with anhedonia. Who last encouraged you to better yourself? My therapist.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''throne'' by bring me the horizon

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heartbreak-of-a-marauder · 5 years ago

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Through the Rabbit Hole (2)

Part Two: The Trickster

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: You give Loki a piece of your mind for New York and its fall out, but things aren’t as you thought.

Word: 2,335

Notes: Angst +++ Weirdly had a lot of fun writing this part... y/n = your name, y/h/c = your hair colour, y/e/c = your eye colour, b/f/n = best friends name. If you haven’t read part one STOP NOW and go do that:

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New York, 2012

It was the penultimate day of your week-long holiday in New York and after days of sightseeing and shopping, you were glad to finally have a rest day. The restaurant you and your best friend picked today had a fresh but quirky vibe and your window seat gave you a fantastic view of the New York skyline. You chatted happily with b/f/n as you waited for your food to be served.

“Will you take a picture of me y/n?” b/f/n asked, both of you had saved for this trip for so long, at every opportunity you were taking pictures to remember these moments forever.

“Sure,” you pull out your phone and aim the lens at b/f/n. “Move slightly to the left, you’ll have Stark Tower in the back then.”

B/F/N followed your instruction and scooted over slightly. You grin as the camera focuses on your friend, you just knew they’d be bragging about for weeks. You snap a couple of shots before repositioning the phone for a different view, your thumb hovers over the button as you see a beam of blue light shoot into the sky from Stark Tower.

“What the heck?” you say absently, lowering the phone to stare out of the window, your friend turns as well to see what you’re looking at.

Other patrons in the restaurant also begin to notice just as an ink-black cloud begins to brew, expanding with supernatural speed; distorting the sky. Your frown deepens as when dark specks begin to fly out of it at speed. Some break off, heading in different directions in small arrow-shaped formations. Some specks explode as the descend, others are firing purple beams of light, you rise out of your seat not 100% sure that what your seeing is real.

You are so close to the window that your breath frosts the. One of the purple beams makes contact with a space a few floors above you. The glass shudders violently while the building moans in protest.

“What the fuck is that!” b/f/n shouts. Your stagger back thinking the same thing.

“Get away from the window!” you shout, panic rising in your chest as more shots connect with the building.

A woman behind you screams as a serpent-like creature descends from the cloud, its shrill shriek makes you cringe.

“We need to get out now,” b/f/n turns back to look at you, their face frozen in fear. You nod robotically, your eyes never leaving the window.

The world around you seemed to slow as the specks got closer, firing shots at random. You look back at b/f/n, screaming their name, reaching out for them just as the glass behind them shatters spraying the room with shards. The force of the blast throws you backwards. You crash onto your back hitting your head against the concrete, the force of the impact knocks the breath from your lungs as your vision swims. Dizziness and nausea assault you as you try to move, looking desperately for b/f/n. Dark spots dance across your vision when you finally locate their face. Their eyes are wide, and unblinking, a red puddle slowly expanding around their head.

“B/F/N?” you whisper just as everything goes black.

Today

You had woken up in the hospital a day or so later to learn that not only was your best friend dead but that Loki had led the attack. You had always wondered why he had attacked. What had happened to the gentleman you had known to become so twisted and spiteful that he was prepared to rain hellfire down on humanity.

But now, here you were, six years later, stood in the same courtyard you had first met Loki all those years ago. It hadn’t changed in the slightest, except this time there was no one waiting for you. The quiet made you feel out of place and unsure of yourself.

Now you were here you didn’t know what to do. Loki was probably incarcerated deep in the heart of the palace.

‘Good. Lock him up and throw away the key.’ You thought

It had taken a lot of courage to go back through that portal but now you were here you knew it was somewhat of a wasted journey. If you were discovered you knew you would likely end up in the dungeons too, after all, no mortal was supposed to be able to travel to Asgard.

Determination settled deep in your bones, you knew it was unlikely that you could give Loki a piece of your mind but that didn’t mean you couldn’t give it to someone else. Someone higher. His father perhaps.

You made your way out of the courtyard retracing your steps from memory, everything you passed looked the same as when you had last seen it. Loki had only taken you to certain parts of the castle, always making sure to keep you out of sight of other Asgardians. You stopped in the middle of a crossroads of hallways with no idea where you were supposed to be going.

If you were to be caught by Palace guards they might take you to the Allfather.

Turning around you went back the way you came until you found yourself with your nose nearly touching the doors to one of Loki's favourite places; the library. You tentatively place your palms on the ornate doors, there was bound to be some decrepit old librarian lurking about in there. But you made no effort to open them.

You struggled against the memories that began to seep into your mind, happy memories of the hours you and Loki spent in this room as he read to you.

"Y/n?" A voice whispers incredulously from behind, making you jump out of your skin.

You stand frozen for a moment, the sound of his velvety voice bringing back long-buried feelings. Remembering why you came you let your anger and grief swallow them up.

Turning slowly you face Loki. His hair had grown but he looked the same as last time you saw him. His porcelain skin and chiselled features hadn’t changed, but his chest seemed broader and his carefree demeanour was gone.

‘Of course, it’s gone, he’s a megalomaniac’

He wasn’t the same man you had fallen in love with, you had wondered if he had ever been that man or if it was just one of his tricks.

“Loki.” Your voice is cold and distant.

“You came back,” disbelief echoed in his voice. “I never thought you- it’s been years, I thought I would never see you again.” He admitted shyly, sounding almost hopeful.

You kept the anger and upset you felt in the forefront of your mind and let it bloom hotly in your chest. It would help with what would come next, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel anything different, you owed it to b/f/n not to forget.

“Yes, well, New York nearly made sure that I would never see anyone again.”

He baulked at you. Guilt and shame gnawed at his insides and a slight sadness took over his once optimistic expression. He had endured anger from Odin and disappointment from his mother with relative ease, but seeing the hurt he had caused in you very nearly broke his heart. The venom in your voice began to poison the hopes and daydreams he had conjured of you during your absence.

“You were in New York?” he asked quietly avoiding your eyes.

“Along with someone I loved very dearly.” You snap, emphasising every word.

“I had no way of knowing-“

“Bullshit!” you hiss.

“You never came back. I had no idea where you had gone.” His expression was stoic as he defended himself.

“You led an invasion party against us! Conquering New York would’ve just been the beginning and you know it!” You shout incredulously and watch Loki cringe as he understands your original meaning.

“The attack was a mistake I shall never stop paying for…” He admits quietly after a while. The sincerity in his voice was unprecedented. “… Forgive me Y/N, never in my wildest dreams had I imagined you would be hurt because of my foolishness.” He had taken a careful step towards you.

Hot tears burned your eyes and blurred your vision. You blinked quickly willing them away, he did not get to make you feel guilty for your words. You had come back to Asgard with a plan. You didn’t have time to be overcome by silly teenage emotions.

Yet there you were feeling overwhelmed by the man stood in front of you, the speech you had prepared was being forgotten with each passing moment.

“Keep your lies and excuses for someone who actually cares Loki.”

“Silver-tongued I may be, but I have never lied to you Y/N.” His stance shifted to one of defence, he had been stung by your words.

“How can I believe you? Why would I believe you! You set out to destroy my world, you murdered hundreds of innocents in the process.” Your breath comes out harder as you go on. “You should be rotting away in a cell for what you did, not walking around like some dandy, but I suppose because you’re royalty it's okay because daddy’s there to defend you.” You say spitefully.

“Why did you do it? You’re a fucking Prince, you had the world on a silver platter! What? Did you get bored, is that it?” you ask rhetorically. “Did mummy and daddy not pay you enough attention?” your intentions are cruel as you aim to hit a nerve.

Your thoughtless comments and accusations raise Loki’s hackles and in two long strides, he was toe to toe with you. So close you could smell him.

“I had my orders.” His voice was harsh but strained, your brows knit together as you process what he had just said.

Orders? Someone had sent him to attack earth? Why?

“So what! If someone tells you to stick your hand in a fire pit, you do it?” You try to regain the upper hand in the conversation knowing that if you let him speak, you would listen. “What backwards fucking logic is that?!”

“The kind that keeps you alive.” He hisses down at you.

There it was; the crack in his beautiful façade. He sighs heavily and just like a deflated balloon his shoulders sag and he drops his head. His forehead just a hairsbreadth away from yours.

“They threatened to kill you if you didn’t go through with it?” Your previous vehemence was gone, an unknown expression flashes across his face

“I have paid for my treachery.”

“Loki, who-“ Your press.

“‘Who’ does not matter anymore little one” he diverts.

“Of course it does, what if they try again, we-we need to be prepared.” You speak hurriedly, remembering the terror you felt in New York, you drive your hands through your hair, pulling it at the root.

“No.” There’s a tone of finality in his voice.

“What do you mean ‘no’? Loki, who sent that army? If you’re here you can’t know that they won’t try again!” the muscle in his jaw ticks.

“Your precious avengers have proved themselves ready and worthy of dealing with him, you do not need to worry little one.”

“Stop changing the subject!” you cry exasperated. “I was there Loki! I saw those things and what they did.” You place your hands on his chest willing him to pay attention to what you were saying.

“You don’t need to worry-“

“Loki,” you start, preparing to launch into another rant but he cuts you off.

“Enough y/n! Please…” his voice sounds broken as he begs.

“What did they do to you?” You ask softly.

When he doesn’t reply you begin to remove your hands from his person when he reaches up and captures your wrist, holding it against his chest. His grasp sends heat through your veins inviting your teenage fantasies in. You knew that deep down you still harboured feelings for the God, and all of these revelations had your defences crumbling.

“You don’t need to know little one.” His tone is as soft as yours had been and his smile sad.

The sound of footsteps and metallic clinking bursts your little bubble as you both remember where you are stood. Keeping a hold on your wrist he begins to drag you through the Palace, you glance around and realise you’ve never seen these parts before. You have to jog a little to keep up with his pace.

“Loki, where are we going?” you ask breathlessly, pulling against him trying to slow his pace.

“Somewhere a little more private little one,” for the first time you frown at his old pet name for you.

“No.” you state resolutely, pulling your arm out of his grasp.

“y/n now is not the time nor place for this.”

“Either you start talking or I start shouting again.” He glowers silently at you. “I came here for answers Loki, not for a friendly little visit for old times sake. I’m not some hormonal little girl that’ll eat up everything you say.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“There was a time you would’ve done anything I asked y/n.” You feel heat begin to creep up your neck and settle in your cheeks.

“Yes, well, you made your feelings about that quite clear though, didn’t you.” You deflect, desperate for him to not see how his comments affected you.

This time he took hold of your hand, linking his fingers with your own. When he pulled you into motion it was slower this time, allowing you to walk beside him and not have to fight to keep up.

“I always thought you were going to come back.” He admitted after a while.

You shrug in response.

“I missed you.” He adds quietly like he’s afraid the words will make you disappear.

You had come back, he didn’t much care for why anymore. He simply knew he would do anything to make this moment last.

~*~*~*~*~

TAGLIST: @jessiejunebug @seventieshead-modernlover @kinghiddlestonanddixon @danielle101370

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rapunzellarry · 4 years ago

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Steal my Walls?

A little under nine months after the “Walls” music video was released, every (former) Directioner, who has watched the video, probably noticed the parallels to the “Steal My Girl” music video from 2014. However, you may not be aware of how similar the videos actually are.

So, first off, there is the setting. Deserts scenes (Morocco with Louis, California with 1D) and classic yellow/red and blue contrasts. However, in a way, what is happening inside of the scene is reversed. Instead of a trailer (which implies driving to the location), Louis is walking up a hill, and he is also alone in contrast to the massive set and the band. (Also “It’s very warm. I’m wearing a coat. Nobody knows why.”)

A possible interpretation for this could be that his love for music has stayed the same but this time, it is about him.

Again, the same contrasts but also very similar outfits. (Considering that Louis does not always wear full black, it is safe to assume that some thought went into this outfit.) What's interesting here is that, again, the setting is very similar but the scene is reversed. Louis is wearing a long sleeved shirt and instead of sitting next to a monkey/ primate, he is sitting on a chair fixed to a wall — which are very human “cultured” things.

Reading the “Walls” mv as a response to SMG, now it is less about instincts and having fun but making “adult” decision and fitting into society.

Then there is the infamous door, which, again, is just a very OBVIOUS link. Notice the placement on top of a hill and the blue mountains in the background? Just as in the previous sequence, Louis’ outfit is quite telling: A brown jacket with something black on the top (just like Harry’s coat and the black collar) and black pants. In the “Walls” mv, the door leads into a dance room and if you look closely, you will notice that in the SMG mv, the door opens up from a room with a brick wall, which is ... interesting. However, there is yet another inversion: With “Walls”, the dancers are in an enclosed room, far from the desert. In the SMG mv, Harry seems to be leaving such a room to find the dancers in the desert. And: Whereas in the SMG mv, the viewer gets to see Harry’s face, in “Walls”, the camera is viewing Louis’ back.

To me, this seems as if there is a matter that Louis and Harry think alike about, however whereas Harry gets to do so publicly, Louis has to use a rather private space for this.

In both music videos, the dancers are dressed in black and white. Yet, whereas Louis features dancing couples in evening wear, SMG shows girls in ballet gear. When watching the videos, it is also interesting to see that Harry seems to be a bit confused by the dancers but then goes back to business. Louis, on the other hand, is watching them and seems rather sentimental.

Now, what about the fact, that the SMG dancers are wearing masks?

Well, the masks made it into Walls as well. They have no direct link to the dancers, however, Louis seems to be happy surrounded by the anonymous masked people - probably representing his fans. Was this mask-fan analogy already included in SMG and we just didn’t notice? If so, it would make sense that the dancers are wearing more grown up clothes now and do not hide behind masks (while dancing) any longer. They grew up with Louis and left their “kids ballet” stage to go on to ballroom dancing.

While watching them, Louis could be thinking about how he impacted them and where they have come.

Among with the other shots of musicians, the guitar shots seems to be an analogy to the marching band and goes along with the general jist of the video: It’s not about many people any more but few and instead of (fun) chaos, there is (serene) isolation.

What I find fascinating, is the use of elements in the two mvs. Earth and air are, of course, omnipresent. But where SMG went for rain/ water, Walls puts fire. (And contrasts many dancing people with lonliness. Again: Same scenery, inverted content.)

Finally, everyone’s favourite scene. Five men, lit from behind. Yet, inverted once more. Walls features backs (just as with the door), SMG front views. Walls has a dark background and stage lighting, SMG a clear sky and the sun. (Playing into the more natural theme we also already saw with the monkey.) It is this scene, that actually seems messed up to me because everything matches - except for the fact that Niall and Harry swapped places. Why? Did this happen by accident or on purpose? Louis, however, keeps his spot between Liam and Zayn.

The stage performance scene once again underlines the technical/modern vs natural/chaotic vibes of the mvs. Where does this lead us? Idk

#louis tomlinson #walls #steal my girl #one direction #danny devito #music video #larry #steal my girl mv #walls mv

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eideticreid · 7 years ago

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First Date » Spencer Reid

Pairing: Reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2,419

Warnings: None

Summary: Spencer takes you on a romantic first date, and you almost bump into someone from the BAU in the process.

Tag: @coffee-and-stories, @pieceofried

You thought you were nervous when you first joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit, but the nerves you were feeling right now didn’t even compare to the former.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest at the speed it was going; the butterflies in your stomach made you so anxious you couldn’t eat or stay still; the palms of your hands continually poured with sweat no matter how many times you wiped them down, and the overwhelming amounts of scenarios in your head was starting to become exhausting.

You hadn’t been on a date in over a year, and that wasn’t because you were unsuccessful in that department, it was just because you weren’t actively seeking to date anyone — your studies and work of becoming an FBI agent came first.

You had spent the whole day fretting about this evening. You’d just about managed to eat lunch at midday and nothing more; you had spent hours doing your hair and makeup, only to settle with a natural look and straightened hair, and you had lost count on how many outfit changes you went through.

You eventually went with a simple navy blue dress that landed just above your knees, and even though you had no idea what this date was going to entail, you were sure that it was a suitable enough choice.

Texting Spencer had been pointless too. You had asked multiple times on where he was taking you and what he had planned, but he wasn’t breaking. You changed your tactic and asked where you were going so you could choose an outfit, but even that didn’t work.

‘It doesn’t matter what you choose to wear. You’ll look beautiful no matter what. Nice try though (Y/N).’

You blushed remembering the compliment he gave you, but it was soon replaced with panic when you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, dashing for the mirror in your bedroom.

6:55 P.M.

Spencer was going to be here any minute.

You stood in front of your mirror and stared at yourself, smoothing out your dress and swaying from side to side. Your hands quickly reached for the ends of your hair as you fluffed it out and tried to make it look presentable, inspecting your makeup also to make sure it hadn’t smudged or gone wrong.

You sighed, “You look fine, (Y/N).” You mumbled to yourself, “Pull yourself together. This is Spencer. Not some random guy.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your head snapped to the light knocking on your front door, and you froze.

He was four minutes early!

You took a breath, gathered yourself, gave one last glance at your look, and worked up the courage to walk to your door where Spencer stood on the other side.

Surely he was just as nervous as you were? He had to be. He was Spencer Reid.

You opened the front door, and was greeted by the man who had caused your uncontrollable amount of nerves. He had been staring at his feet before you opened the door, but the second he looked up at your beautiful face, adoration graced his features.

“Wow,” He breathed, looking you up and down in a gracious way, “You look incredible.”

Your cheeks turned crimson, “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.”

He was dressed in black trousers, a navy and white checkered shirt paired with a maroon tie, and a black cardigan. He had allowed his usual straight hair to breathe as his natural curls sat perfectly atop his head, and you loved it.

“Thank you,” He smiled, “You ready to go?”

You nodded and grabbed for your bag, “I’m ready. Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?” You asked, as you made your way to the ground floor of your apartment building.

Spencer chuckled, “Nope. It’s a surprise.”

You sighed defeatedly and followed your date out to the car, Spencer opening the door for you to step inside. “Such a gentleman.”

He grinned before getting into the car himself, pulling away from your apartment and out into the Virginian streets. Every turn he made you looked up at the signs trying to work out where he was taking you.

It was a quick and silent car journey as Spencer pulled up outside another apartment building, making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked around at the street you had stopped on, but there was no place that looked date-worthy.

Just homes. Which you recognised.

Reid opened your door as you stepped onto the sidewalk, “Spence, this is your apartment.”

You’d never been inside his place before, but you knew whereabouts he lived, you had dropped him off after work on the odd occasion. Maybe now you’d get the chance to actually see inside his home.

“This is my apartment.” He spoke like he’d forgotten where he lived, to amuse you. “But we aren’t going inside.” He paused, “Do you trust me?”

You frowned in confusion, “I trust you.”

He smiled and nodded his head for you to follow him, leading you inside the apartment building. You had no idea what he had planned, your mind running wild on what you were going to be doing, and you were growing more impatient as the seconds ticked by.

You were still feeling incredibly nervous about this date. You weren’t that experienced in dating, and you were sure Spencer wasn’t either, so you just hoped that things wouldn’t be awkward between you.

As you entered the elevator, your hand had brushed against Reid’s, making your heart skip at the faint touch of his skin. It seemed he had felt the same, as he started to purposely graze gently across your warm skin.

You gulped and tried to avert your attention to the moving numbers of the floors you were passing, but Spencer continued to skim his fingers along your hand, distracting you.

Just as the elevator reached the top floor, the genius had softly grabbed your hand with confidence, his thumb rubbing your knuckles as if he was trying to settle your anxiety like he knew you were nervous.

He probably did. After all he was a profiler.

When the elevator opened, Spencer had led you down a corridor and up some stairs towards the fire escape, making you frown at the odd choice of location.

Spencer hesitated, “I spent most of the day setting this up with the help of my neighbour. I uh, hope you like it.”

He pushed open the door and led you out onto the roof of his apartment building, your breath being taken away by the beauty in front of you.

White fairy lights had been hung around the edge of the building, creating a warm glow on the roof top; candles had been placed randomly on the floor to give the place some more light as the night sky made its appearance, and blankets and cushions had been laid out for you and Spencer to sit comfortably, as you enjoyed the date.

“Do you uh, like it? I just wanted our first date to be more intimate, y’know, instead of going to a restaurant or the typical movie route.” You let go of his hand and walked further towards the edge, “If you don’t like it, we can always do something else. I just thought you’d enjoy being close to the stars — I know how much you like the night sky.”

You turned around to face him, “Spence, this is perfect.” You spoke with a quiet tone, “So romantic, and so beautiful. This was definitely worth the suspense.” You giggled.

A smile stretched across his face, “I’m glad you like it. Hopefully you’ll be even more impressed with the food I prepared.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Define prepared.”

He chuckled, “Meaning I made the best sandwiches — honestly they’re great — and then just cut up and bought some other stuff.”

You giggled, “Okay genius, I think I’ll be the judge of how great these sandwiches are.”

• • •

You stared up at the night sky in content, a blissful sigh escaping your lips. Your eyes flickered around at all the pretty twinkling stars decorating the scene above you, a peaceful vibe spreading across the roof top.

You and Spencer had been laying on blankets and cushions, as you both became mesmerised with the darkened sky of the night. Thankfully it was a clear evening, allowing the beautiful galaxy to show off its perfection.

“Did you know that stars don’t twinkle?” Spencer spoke, breaking the comfortable silence with one of his many facts.

You turned your head to him with a shocked expression, “They don’t?”

He smirked, “Nope. When you see a star, the turbulences of the Earth’s atmosphere causes disturbances in the lights path, therefore creating the illusion that a star is twinkling.”

You looked back up at the night sky in shock and confusion. You had always believed that stars twinkled — most of the population probably believed it too — and now your belief was crushed thanks to the genius.

“I refuse to believe that.” You said, making Spencer chuckle at your disbelief.

“Okay, forget I said that,” He was amused at your adorable reaction, “How about, the stars you are seeing right now are stars from long ago? It takes roughly a million years for a stars light to reach our eyes, so essentially it’s like looking back in time 100,000 years.”

“Wow, that’s so weird.” You paused, “See they are the kinds of facts you should be telling me. Not ones that break my heart.”

Spencer laughed lightly, “I apologise. Stars, do in fact, twinkle.” He turned his head to look at you and saw his favourite kind of smile on you, “Want to know another fact?”

“Always.”

This was why Spencer liked you. You were the only girl, the only person, who hadn’t judged him for his knowledge; who wanted to hear his random facts at all times of the day, and who didn’t interrupt him when he went off on one of his famous rants and rambles.

“The red stars that you see, would you say they are hot or cold?”

You frowned, “Hot?”

“Incorrect. Red stars are actually the coolest. We associate hot objects with red, and cold objects with blue, but in actuality heated objects change colour when its temperature changes, and red represents the lowest at which a heated object can glow in visible light.”

You sat up in confusion, “So what you’re saying is, red stars are the coolest and the blue stars are the hottest?”

Spencer sat up too, “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Pretty cool, huh?”

You nodded, “Speaking of cold and hot objects, I really fancy some ice cream. Can we please go get some?”

Reid chuckled, “Of course. There’s an all hours ice cream parlour a few blocks away, we can take a walk there.”

• • •

You moaned as your cold delicious treat melted inside your mouth, you and Spencer walking arm-in-arm through the quiet streets back to his apartment.

You had both chosen something different. You had chosen your favourite flavour which was mixed with sweet treats, whilst Spencer had chosen strawberry ice cream with a selection of different berries.

“So earlier,” You spoke prodding your ice cream in its medium sized tub, “You said something about wanting the first date to be intimate. Does that mean there’s gonna be more?”

He smiled wide, “I sure hope so. I’ve enjoyed being with just you this evening.” He paused, “Would you want to go on a second date?”

You smiled up at him, “I would love to.”

You both fell into a silence of wide grins as both of you couldn’t have been more happy in that moment. This evening had been romantic, you had both enjoyed being in each others presence, neither of you having to worry about anything. It had overall been perfect, naturally making you want more dates with the genius.

“You know what I’m regretting?” You spoke as you eyed his cold treat, “Not putting strawberries with my ice cream.”

Reid chuckled, “Here, have some of mine.” He dropped several half cut strawberries into your tub, “Better?”

You smiled and stood on your tip-toes to kiss his cheek ever so softly, “Thank you.”

As Spencer blushed at your smooth lips connecting with his cheek, you had popped a strawberry into your mouth as you looked ahead down the street.

You noticed another couple coming your way, the guy with his arm slung around the girls neck, pulling her closer into him, as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. The way they were walking gave the impression they were slightly drunk.

“Oh my God,” Spencer muttered stopping in his tracks, “That’s Morgan.”

You frowned and looked harder at the tipsy couple, now noticing Derek’s famous pearly white smile. “We don’t want anyone knowing about us going on a date, right?”

“Right,” Spencer agreed, “Which means we should probably run.”

Before you could protest, Spencer had grabbed your hand and pulled you out into the road before your co-worker could spot the both of you. When you reached the other side of the street, you turned to Spencer with a chuckle.

“Spence, was that necessary? He might not have spotted us in the first place.”

“And what if he had?” He raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged, “We could have lied about why we were together.”

“Need I remind you that he’s a profiler, and also one of our good friends. He would have caught the lie the second we said it.”

You chuckled lightly, “Did you see the way he was walking? He’s drunk, or at least tipsy. His profiling skills wouldn’t have been on top form like it usually is.”

“I love your optimism, I really do. But I-“

You both turned your heads at a familiar laugh you heard almost daily, and realised that during your little discussion, Derek and his lady friend had also crossed the street and were back to unintentionally exposing you both.

You panicked, “Okay maybe you’re right. Quick, go!” You pushed Spencer into the building that was beside you.

When you were safely inside, you had started giggling when you noticed that Spencer’s shirt and tie had ice cream all over it. In the scuffle to hide, you had accidentally made him tip his treat over himself.

“I’m so sorry,” You giggled, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Luckily he was amused, “This now means you have to share yours.”

You looked down at your still intact pudding, before looking up and seeing Derek and his friend walk past you from outside, completely unaware of your existence just feet away.

“Here,” You handed him your ice cream before swiping a finger across his tie and tasting his strawberry flavoured mess, “Lets get you cleaned up.”

You intertwined your fingers with his, and with one last glance to make sure the coast was clear, you headed back towards his apartment to end what was a perfect night and date.

#Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid imagine #Spencer Reid fic #Reader x Spencer Reid #Derek Morgan #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds imagine #Criminal Minds fic #Spencer Reid x Reader

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justanotherloveaffair · 6 years ago

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After Midnight (Chadwick x Reader)

This week I wrapped up the Just Say Yes series and was thinking a lot about the flirting/interactions between Chadwick/Reader that would have gone on prior the events of the story.

I guess you could call this a Just Say Yes prequel, but I think it also works as a one shot - you don’t have to read the series to read this.

No smut or anything, this is more of a slow burn on the tension building front. I just couldn’t get this damn scene out of my mind and had to write it.

Also I feel like Chadwick throws LEGENDARY parties. That’s my headcanon and I’m sticking with it. lol

Summary: You are invited to an exclusive wrap party at Chadwick’s, who you’ve got a major thing for.

Warnings: No smut, just unresolved sexual tension

Word Count: 2,395

Your name: Submit (what is this?)

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Somewhere around midnight, you came to the realization that you were having one of the best nights of your life and by 1:00 in the morning the party was far from slowing down.

Chadwick’s huge outdoor patio was packed and the entire space had become a dance floor. Even the guys working the makeshift bar were dancing, joining in on the infectious energy of happy people and throbbing music. Almost all of your favourite people were there, everyone buzzed on alcohol and good vibes as they all celebrated the end of a long shoot at a very private event thrown by the King himself.

Everyone was sweaty and hot from dancing and more than a few took solace in the pool, even with their clothes on. It was that kind of night. Nobody cared how they looked, how much skin was showing, how bad their dancing was or whether they even knew the lyrics they were screaming out. The music was masterfully curated to hit just the right height-of-summer, beach-party vibe that made you all feel euphoric. Everyone was free to leave their inhibitions at the door, helped along by Chadwick’s strict no-phone policy, a staple of all of his events that ensured there were no fears of anything going on social media, which would have altered the whole dynamic and free pass to just have an amazing time.

The only thing that nagged at you and held you back from true bliss that night was your agonizing crush on Chadwick.

Crush wasn’t even the right word. Maybe it was, at first. But over the past few years it had bloomed to so much more and you were convinced it wasn’t returned no matter what your friends insisted. No way in hell could he be interested, you staunchly repeated every time you heard “he’s looking at you right now” or “Chadwick asked if you’re coming to the party.” You could always explain it away somehow. “Well I’m in his line of sight” or “He probably just wants a number count for the RSVP.”

The truth was, it would have killed you inside if you took a shot at him only to be rejected. You would rather dig your own grave and climb inside than experience it. It was unthinkable.

Still, you stressed for days about what you were going to wear and felt knots in your stomach whenever you thought about seeing him.

To you, Chadwick was perfect, too gorgeous to even look at with his panty-dropping eyes and smile. Making him laugh out loud fed your soul for days. Lord help you if he brushed your arm casually… you’d obsess about it as if he’d shown you his dick and it would be on instant-replay for weeks. You couldn’t figure out what it was exactly about him that scrambled your brain and made your body chemistry go haywire. Obviously he was attractive, but so were a lot of men. Was it the laidback, confident-without-being-cocky attitude? The way he spoke? His sly smile whenever he made a smartass comment?

God only knew. Whatever it was, it turned you into liquid goo and was ruining your life by making you distracted and stupid in his presence and even out of it.

Getting ready the day of the wrap party was full of difficult choices. Understated outfit or bold and eye catching? Bright lipstick or nude? Would he even notice you and care? Since you held your feelings for Chadwick so close to your heart, and outright denied otherwise, there was no friend to call and ask for help. Your turmoil was something that had to be endured alone.

If anyone would have understood, it would have been Penny, who was the whole reason you knew Chadwick in the first place as he’d come into her circle of friends, and ultimately yours, once she started dating Captain America himself. You loved her goofball boyfriend like a brother and became a part of Chris’s world as he and Penny absorbed you into their lives and friendships.

Which is how, a few years later, you found yourself riding in a car with Chris and Penny to the ultra-private invite-only event at Chadwick’s house in Los Feliz to celebrate the wrap of filming Infinity War, something that would have seemed crazy at one time, but now was just another fun night you were looking forward to hanging out with your friends.

A text message from Chris once the car pulled in alerted Chadwick to your arrival and you anxiously sucked in your breath as he appeared at the front door in faded jeans and a light cream t-shirt.

You plastered on what you hoped was a natural-looking smile as you exited the car, immediately hearing the sounds of laughter, chatter and thumping music coming from the patio. You were last to step out into the evening air and watched as Chadwick enveloped Penny and Chris into a hug. You noticed him peering at you and smiling over their shoulders and he seemed to be rushing through the motions in order to get to you faster.

As they finished their hellos, he advanced towards you and your heart caught in your chest. He was simply gorgeous and being the recipient of his focused, warm attention made the earth drop several inches below your feet.

“Y/N, so glad you could make it,” he smiled in earnest, putting his arms around you before you were ready for it and you hoped he couldn’t feel the rapid-fire beating of your heart as your bodies pressed together. Your nose and lips grazed his neck where you stood on your tip-toes to get to and when you came away from him, it was with his dizzying scent and warmth tingling along your skin.

You savoured his wide smile as you pulled apart, tucking it away into your mind to think about later along with other details you could only admire up close. Long eyelashes. Dewy, glowing skin. Groomed curls with a widow’s peak. The scent of shea and cocoa butter. His soft expressive eyes that you wanted to let roam all over your body and pierce into your soul while he took you.

While you stood there staring, a whole conversation was happening around you and you snapped back into it halfway through, and nodded pretending as if you’d been there the whole time. Oh yes, Chris’s Broadway show. Chadwick was congratulating him and Penny was complaining about the time it kept him away from home. You looked between the three of them pretending as if you weren’t completely absorbed in Chadwick’s mesmerizing presence.

Lord. You thought for the millionth time about his muscled arms, those long fingers, his veined hands…

“You good, Y/N?” Your eyes shot to Penny at the sound of your name and only then did you realize, not only had you been staring at Chadwick’s hands in intense silence, but when your eyes came back up, he was watching you with a little smile.

“Head on through, drinks and food are outside,” Chadwick flicked his head backwards, “and you know the rules, don’t forget to leave your phones.”

As you dutifully handed over your phone, Chadwick’s fingertips brushed yours and his penetrating eye contact made you question whether it was intentional. As you always did anytime you felt his touch, you had to work to breathe properly again and thankfully Penny began dragging you towards the patio and the bar.

You danced. You drank. You mingled, drifted from one group to another, the music and alcohol making you horny and unsettled whenever you spotted Chadwick in the crowd.

You didn’t cross paths for hours. He was busy playing host and you became absorbed in the magical night, where hours passed like minutes.

At around 11, the music coming from the speakers nearly doubled in volume and once the dancing really started it left no prisoners. Moving, wreathing with other bodies tightly packed around you as if you were one, euphoria crept over the crowd, creating a feeling only music was capable of. All around you, faces and bodies blended together. It was sweaty and hot and you’d lost your voice singing but you couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t leave the gyrating crowd if you tried.

You had no idea what time it was but it must have been long after midnight as song after song took you to another plane and you never wanted it to end.

A Weeknd song started just as you were swivelled facing Sebastian Stan and you began singing the lyrics cheesily to each other, paired with terrible dance moves. You laughed as he went to reel you in and you pretended to be the fish, swimming towards him, moving your hands like fins while he cackled.

In front of you were Chris and Penny, their silhouettes nothing more to you than moving shadows in the laser lights blasting out over the crowd with their arms around each other, foreheads together as they danced. You smiled wistfully and looked back at Sebastian who had shifted to sandwich his body behind Chris’s, cupping his friend’s butt who threw his head back in laughter and moved his hands from Penny’s hips back to his as they moved together in sync, making a chain of three.

Your clapping with amusement was interrupted as a body shifted in behind yours, pressing into your back and butt and you looked down at Chadwick’s unmistakable fingers curling around your stomach.

There was no time to react. His body demanded your movement along with his and you had no choice but to give it.

His hips swiveled side to side to the beat and at first you stuttered, overwhelmed with surprise at his closeness, but he held his hands to your hips and guided you, back and forth, side to side, easing you into his rhythm.

Your eyes closed as you gave yourself over to the perfect feeling of his body as you moved together. His nose and lips buried in your neck, fingers gripping your hips, and the feeling of him behind you, his crotch bouncing against your ass as you moved, made your soul transcend to heaven. The way he was touching you, moving with you was beyond something friends would do and at that point in the night, there was no mistaking the blistering heat between you or even the bulge you felt against your butt as you arched back into him.

Suddenly Chadwick swiveled you, using his arms to easily move you and, breathless and gasping, you succumbed to his strength, following his lead to find yourself face to face with him.

There was no hiding now.

The music continued to compel you to move together and you easily returned to your rhythm, fitting perfectly together as Chadwick’s thigh pressed slightly between your legs and you bit your lip as his hands went back to your hips, pulling your crotch to his while your upper bodies moved side to side.

Your arms curled around his neck as you shared intense eye contact, just barely flirting with what was decent for friends as sweat dripped from your foreheads from hours of dancing and the red-hot, suggestive grinding of your bodies.

You were sure he could feel your steamy heat against the firm contact of his leg, could hear your moans and sighs in his ear.

He held you tighter.

It wasn’t until much later that you could think rationally about what happened in those three minutes.

The connection went beyond something physical, something you could put your finger on, or describe. You were acting on unspoken, wanting lust with the simple act of moving to rhythm, the release of energy bursting from you with wild abandon, with no thought to consequences or anything outside of the feeling you were exchanging without words.

It was a perfect moment that ended too soon.

When the song came to an end, you felt the absence of his warmth and touch as he removed himself from you, slipping away as quietly as he came.

You whipped around to search for him but he was gone, swallowed up amongst the crowd.

The loss of him was immediate on your psyche and on your body, still hot and throbbing from his touch. You were dazed, trying to comprehend what just happened and you noticed Sebastian looking at you, mouth agape, having witnessed the whole exchange. “Holy fuck,” he mouthed, and leaned in closer to your ear to be heard over the music, “Are you pregnant now?”

You laughed giddily, feeling high, bursting with energy and sure nothing so good could ever happen to you again.

You danced for another hour or so but it soon became clear the party was winding down as one by one, people started to leave and you, Chris and Penny gave each other an unspoken look of agreement that you were ready to go.

As you walked towards the house your eyes shot around for Chadwick, and after some searching you spotted him talking to the DJ, clearly too engaged in conversation for you to interrupt, although you had no idea what you’d say.

Before you left the patio, you paused for one long last look at him, hoping he would turn around and see you but he was too wrapped up and you sighed, following Chris and Penny back through the house.

While you sifted through the pile for your phones, you were quiet, but buzzing with barely concealed bliss and Penny kept shooting you looks.

She nudged you, a curious glint in her eyes. “What’s up with you? You’re glowing.”

You knew then that she hadn’t seen your moment with Chadwick, so for now, it was a memory of yours to cherish and as you looked back at her, biting your lip, you decided to keep it that way.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, deliberately hiding the euphoria buzzing in your veins with a serene smile.

Penny gave you a long look, having known you long enough to know when you were acting strange, but she didn’t press, instead taking your hand and squeezing it as you walked out the door.

“Did you have a good night?”

You let out your breath, doing your best to hide the shaking in your voice as you answered,

“The best.”

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winterromanov · 7 years ago

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i want to hold your heart (in both hands) - bechloe fic

No-one else gets a Beca to go home with. She’s literally the only person on this Earth who can say that. (or, the five times Beca Mitchell was really fucking drunk, and the one time it was chloe instead. 4k words. prompt - how drunk was i?)

(i) why did you have to go like that

The ICCA’s are the biggest win the Bella’s have had in years, so understandably the after party has to be pretty spectacular. Spectacular turns out to be Stacie and Cynthia-Rose’s hotel room, apparently—not that Chloe’s complaining, because everything she needs is right here, her weird and messed-up family high on adrenaline and drunk out their minds.

Well. She says high on adrenaline. But Beca is just high.

“Where did you even get pot from?” Chloe asks, as she watches Beca spin round and round and round in the hallway, her shirt a blur of blue mixing with the cream of the walls. There’s a glass of wine in her right hand but most of its now on the floor or her shoes. Chloe’s actually kind of glad, because Beca really doesn’t need any more to drink, but Beca’s the kind of person who adamantly argues she’s sober when puking up vodka in the bathroom. “You can’t have got it from one of us. Aubrey has, like, a sixth sense when it comes to illegal substances. She’s a human sniffer dog.”

Beca laughs, stumbling violently as she finally stops spinning. Luckily Chloe’s not a total mess yet so she reaches out just in time to grab her, gripping onto Beca’s floppy forearms. “Chloe. Chloe. Why are you all blurry? And why is everything green?” Her hands reach out and start touching Chloe’s face, fingers prodding at her cheeks. “God, your skin is so soft. Like, if I could make a blanket out of your skin, I totally would.”

“You’re not making a blanket out of my skin, Beca.”

“A blanket out of your skin?” Beca says, like this is a completely new concept to her and not something she mentioned seconds earlier. She steps back but Chloe clings on, because someone has got to keep this bitch from falling over and slamming her head on the wall. “That’s gross, dude! Why would I even do that?”

Beca’s look of total outrage is so fucking funny but Chloe chews her lip, trying to supress a laugh. “Did Jesse give you the pot?”

Beca narrows her eyes in an extremely drunken way that makes it look like she has no idea who Jesse is. Chloe’s heart shifts uneasily in her chest, thinking about Beca and Jesse. It’s weird. She doesn’t know why its weird, because that whole thing was far from a surprise—she arranged a mix for him, sang to a TV audience for him, kissed him like the whole world wasn’t watching except it was—but she’s the one who has seen Beca naked, so—

“It might have been Jesse,” Beca says, her words slurring and tripping over each other, “But it might have been someone else. Wearing red. But he smelt amazing.” She makes a point of sniffing Chloe’s shirt, her face suddenly inches away from her skin. “You smell amazing too. Like fucking—rainbows, or some shit.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Chloe asks, humouring her, “Because last time I check rainbows didn’t smell like anything. Maybe damp air or something.”

“No, no, no! Don’t be stupid. Rainbows are the best smell ever. They smell like…”

For a second, time stops, and Chloe can see the way Beca’s eyes drift to her lips and she wants to (like, so, so much) but Beca’s sort-of got a boyfriend now and Chloe’s many things but she’s not that girl. “You’re very drunk right now.”

“I am not drunk,” Beca says, as expected. The moment is snuffed out like a candle but the electricity remains, stuttering under the surface. Beca squirms out of her grip and it’s like she’s miles away, not metres, because Jesse just so happens to open the bedroom door opposite and catches her like a safety net.

“Ah, Mr Bond,” Jesse says, in a low purr—his limbs are as loose as hers are but he somehow manages to scoop her in perfectly, like she’s always belonged inside his grip. Chloe smiles at the exchange. She’s never noticed the way her stomach just falls before, like the floor is going to swallow her up, forget she was even here. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Beca smiles giddily. Chloe wishes it didn’t kill her, seeing her so happy with someone else. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”

And they kiss, again, like there’s nobody watching, except there is. Chloe tears her eyes away. There’s a Sia song playing in the other room and a shit-ton of tequila and they’re still ICCA champions, which is something, even if it’s only half the happy ending she kind of wished for.

-x-

(ii) just because i’m a mess doesn’t mean this has to end

Chloe knows something’s up the minute she walks into the Bella house and sees Jessica, sitting at the kitchen table, chewing aggressively on a pale-pink thumbnail. When she closes the door, the noise alerts her as well as Stacie, Lilly and Cynthia-Rose, who are all sat round the corner on the couches. They’re giving of the weirdest vibe and it makes Chloe feel very uneasy.

“Why do you all look so terrified?” Chloe asks incredulously, dropping her bag by the coffee table. “Did one of you smash my Spice Girls mug? Because that was limited edition and one of my favourites, so if you have—“

“Beca’s in the closet,” Stacie blurts out, “And she won’t come out.”

“In the closet?” Chloe manically turns around and spies at least half a dozen shot glasses littered across the kitchen table, which can only mean one thing. “Okay. So which one of you let Beca day drink?”

“We couldn’t stop her!” Cynthia-Rose squawks, arms flailing madly, “She said she had a taser in her purse!”

Chloe narrows her eyes. Cynthia-Rose shrinks back on the sofa, as if she’s attempting to melt in between the cushions. “Really. Where do you think Beca would get a taser from?”

“I have a supplier,” Lilly says. No-one hears her, as per, so Chloe just stares at her, faintly annoyed. “Do any of you guys want a machine gun?”

Chloe shakes her head. There’s a loud bang from upstairs and the light-fitting shakes, and everyone in the room looks unanimously terrified. It’s… not the first time Beca’s got in the closet and it never usually ends well. She’s pretty sure Ashley still has a scar. She breathes deeply, in and out, mentally preparing herself for the shitstorm that is inevitably occurring around them. “Okay. Okay. Is anyone up there with her?”

“Amy is,” Stacie says, “But we haven’t seen her in a while so who knows if she’s still alive.”

She’s probably still alive, Chloe reasons, because Beca can be a fierce little fuck when day-drinking but at the end of the day she’s still only five foot two and Amy has vividly retold the time she wrestled six crocodiles and The Rock simultaneously on numerous occasions, so. Amy’s resourceful. She’ll have fashioned a makeshift weapon from tampons and pencil shavings if needs be.

Chloe grabs a bottle of water, a packet of chips and a hockey stick for good measure, before heading into battle solo.

-x-

Beca and Amy’s room looks like the aftermath of a tsunami.

Chloe wades through piles of clothes and toilet roll and notebook paper. A broken toaster lies desecrated on the carpet (she’d always wondered where that had gone) and a string of photobooth pictures are half-melted inside. She can just about see that the warped, grinning faces are Beca and Jesse.

Oh, honey.

She leaves the hockey stick by the door and follows the muffled shouting. Amy’s trying to wedge open the closet door with a spatula, her face streaked in black warpaint (eyeliner) and a very determined expression, gritting her teeth. Beca is basically just screeching. Every so often she can see a glimpse of her tiny fingertips, fighting to keep the door shut.

“What is going on?” Chloe whispers harshly. Amy breaks off her mission for a moment, panting, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She eyes the chips in Chloe’s hands and takes them for herself.

“You brought snacks!” she says, ecstatic, ripping into the bag. “I have been working pretty hard. She’s being a hot mess. Emphasis on the mess. Also hot, because it gets toasty in there if you sit with the door shut for too long. Trust me. Just because it has no windows, doesn’t mean you should make it into a sauna.”

Chloe doesn’t want to know the story behind how Amy managed to work that out. Like, ever. “Why has she been drinking? Is she okay?”

Amy swallows a mouthful of chips. “Movie nerd dumped her. She’s a bit bummed about it. Started slamming the vodka as soon as she got in and hasn’t stopped for several hours. She also smashed your Spice Girls mug, so don’t blame me for that. I told her it was limited edition and she just started crying.”

Okay, so her assumptions are basically confirmed, and she’s not even that upset about the mug, not when Beca’s in this state. A broken heart is more pressing that some broken china, even if that china is a limited edition signed-by-Baby-Spice mug and everything. “Yeah. I saw the… toaster.”

“She tried using the barbecue, but that thing is definitely broken and I thought she might accidentally set the house on fire. I was like Beca, yes, I totally understand why you’d want to burn everything that reminded you of that dick, but maybe not our house too? Because I know we all have little regrets after we’ve been drinking but that would be… like, quite a big and expensive one and also you might go to prison for arson.”

“True,” Chloe nods. She leans forwards, knocks lightly on the cupboard door. There’s definite movement from inside but no response, like Beca’s trying to pretend she isn’t in, which doesn’t really work with a closet. “Beca, I know you’re in there.”

“Fuck off, Amy!”

Even when drunk, it astounds Chloe that Beca can’t tell the difference between their voices. “Beca, sweetie, it’s Chloe. Can I come in?”

There’s a moment of quiet, then a small voice: “Chloe?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” she says, “I’m coming in, so, like, please move any sharp things you’ve got in there—“

She slowly pulls the doors open and Amy stands on guard, spatula at the ready. The sight she beholds is both extremely sad yet somehow adorable. Beca’s curled amongst a fur coat and several pairs of boots, a huge beanie covering her hair, her face streaked with tears. A half-finished bottle of vodka hangs loosely in her left hand.

When Chloe crouches down and brushes some of her damp hair away from her face, Beca chokes out another sob, a loud wail which is totally unlike Beca—she’s the kind that usually sits on her emotions until she eventually bursts, days’ worth of anger or anxiety or depression exploding out of her without limit, usually when drunk. This is Beca blown wide open. The side that nobody is usually allowed to see. Maybe that’s why she’s in the closet, after all. Maybe this is what this whole thing is.

“Oh baby,” Chloe murmurs, wrapping her in the tightest hug imaginable, “I’m sorry. I know, it sucks, I know.”

“I was going to dump him anyway,” Beca says, definitely wiping snot on Chloe’s sleeve, “He wasn’t supposed to do it first.”

Chloe’s not sure how much of that is true. Beca’s always been quite reserved about her relationship, like it was only ever hers, not to be discussed with anyone else. Maybe it would have helped if she had.

(Maybe it would have helped if Chloe didn’t try to change the subject every time Jesse was brought up in conversation, reminding her of what he’s got and she doesn’t.)

Chloe clambers into the closet beside her, shutting the doors, Amy knowing where she’s not needed. They hold each other for a long time. She’s not sure how long, but it’s safe and warm and home, and maybe Beca’s realising the same things she is. Or maybe she isn’t.

“I’m sorry about your mug,” Beca says hoarsely after a minute or maybe an hour. “Sometimes I get mad and inadvertently break things. I never mean to, you know? I don’t break anything on purpose. Things just… naturally shatter around me.”

Chloe presses a kiss to her forehead. Yeah, she breaks things. Everyone does. But Beca—she always tries to put things back together again. And that’s the important thing.

(A few weeks later a mug appears on the sideboard. It’s a Spice Girls mug, signed by Baby Spice, and Chloe grins as she unfurls a note.

I got this shipped over from the UK as nobody over here listens to the Spice Girls anymore, so you better appreciate it. –B

P.S. I promise I’ll never break anything of yours ever again.)

-x-

(iii) you’re alright love

“Hello, you’ve reached Chloe Beale! Pretty please leave a message after the tone and I promise I’ll get back to you!”

Message One (1:56am) FROM BECS

Wow, okay, so you’re not answering, which is—cool, I guess, it must be pretty late in Atlanta? I can’t remember. I’m fucking stupid. Anyway, call me back when you get this. Bye!

Message Two (2:03am) FROM BECS

Yes, I know, another message but like… I’m stuck at this party the label are doing and it’s so dull, you know? It’s like I keep scanning the room looking for you. But you’re not here. And whenever I realise that I think of you waving me goodbye at the airport and I—okay, I’m way too sober and this is way too sappy for me to even begin, fucking Christ. Talk to you later.

Message Three (2:46am) FROM BECS

Holy FUCK these drinks are strong. I feel like I could be in space, but I’m not in space. I’m in LA. And you’re in Georgia. Why are you in Georgia? Can’t you come over here? My apartment is so lonely without you

Message Four (3:15am) FROM BECS

CHLOE!!!!! Oh my god, I’m so fucking drunk and one of the guys I work with keeps giving me the eye and I’m like dude? I’m gay? And I have a girlfriend who I love very much? And she’s two thousand and one hundred and seventy-five miles away which I totally did not just Google on my phone in the bathroom or anything?

Message Five (5:38am) FROM BECS

I don’t know what I’m doing, Chloe. I don’t think I can live here much longer. There’s like this… hole, yeah a hole, and I thought I could manage it like I always do but I can’t and the only person who can fix it is you, and… holy shit, what am I even doing? Is this vodka talking? I think it might be, but also I think it might not be, and I just want to be in bed with you right now and not at this stupid party with these stupid people who aren’t you. I love you so much. It’s actually sickening. Freshman me with her earspike and Doc Martens is looking at me right now thinking who the fuck are you? But freshman me was me before you, and thinking about a time in my life without you in it actually makes me want to cry. Ugh. How many months is it until I see you again?

Message One (7:59am) TO BECS

Okay so you’re the one who isn’t picking up now, which is a bit much to be honest, after all those messages. They were beautiful, Becs. Very poetic, but also very drunk. I’m sure you won’t remember any of them but don’t you worry, I definitely will. I’m not going to forget gems like I love you so much it’s actually sickening in a hurry. For the record, everything you said was what goes through my head on a daily basis. My life is so empty and boring without you in it. I miss you more than Brownie Batter Ben and Jerry’s and believe me, that’s quite a lot. I totally love you, Beca. And to answer your question, it’s exactly three months and twelve days until we’re reunited at the airport like all my favourite romcom couples rolled into one. I’m definitely going to catch you in my arms and spin you round, by the way. Just so you can prepare for it. Call me back when you get this.

Message Six (12:07pm) FROM BECS

I have just woken up discovering that last night I left you exactly five voicemail messages, one about fifteen minutes before I passed out on a fucking garden table. Excuse me while I die of shame then set myself on fire and never live this down for the rest of my life. I still totally love you, though.

-x-

(iv) i’d be a fool to let you go

“Fuck. How drunk was I?”

Beca’s stood barefoot in the kitchen, staring at some rather impressive handiwork—every inch of their kitchen is covered in post-it notes, top to bottom, in a range of colours and sizes. The grill, the counter, the back wall, the television: literally every available surface is electrified with fluorescent pink or yellow or green. There’s a leftover sandwich out on the table (evidence of Beca’s late night snacking) and even that has a post-it note, Chloe peeling it off with her finger and sticking it on Beca’s forearm.

“You’re alarmingly precise when fucked,” Chloe remarks, “These are all, like, perfectly symmetrical.”

Beca narrows her eyes then nods. She wanders over to the refrigerator and opens it, letting out a sigh of relief on noticing that the inside has been left untouched by her post-it rampage. “Where did I even get all this shit from? I don’t remember going to a stationery supply store. Or did I? Those places aren’t usually open at three am, are they?”

“None that I’ve heard of,” Chloe says. Beca turns, utterly stumped. She looks really adorable when confused. It’s hardly Chloe’s fault that she’s just so kissable—even if she’s basically destroyed their tiny kitchen with her late-night interior design sessions. She slinks her arms round Beca’s waist and Beca grins, ridiculously happy, kissing her back with a fervour that having their own apartment together allows.

It’s perfect. She’s in her pyjamas, with her girlfriend, in their own little apartment. It feels like a reward. Something they both deserve. Finally.

“I can’t believe I’m here, with you,” Chloe murmurs softly, “I’m actually living with my crazy girlfriend.”

“You’re going to start regretting it when I keep pulling stunts like this,” Beca says, snatching a quick kiss, “This is why you should always come with me to parties. Then at least we can cover our whole house in sticky notes together while drunk out of our minds.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” Chloe says, and it’s the complete and honest truth.

(It’s something Beca always has to hear. I won’t leave you like everyone else did. It’s everything. It’s everything.)

-x-

(v) i’ll still fall in place

FAT AMY

So which one of you bitches gave short-ass a triple fucking vodka

The girl is off her FACE and embarrassing me in front of my boyfriends

STACIE

Boyfriends? U bitch. Unfair that u get all the dick

FAT AMY

It’s my birthday Stacie the least I deserve is some mediocre ex-Treble dick

AUBREY

???

FAT AMY

Oh my God Aubrey you cannot tell me that the vow was a lifelong thing

Because if that’s the case Beca literally dated one of those douchebags for 2 years

Also: she’s just started twerking

She’s killing my vibe and it’s MY BIRTHDAY

LILLY

I killed someone once for a twinkie.

FAT AMY

…

@chloe please come and pick up your gf

I’ve told her I’ve recorded her dabbing on snapchat and she still doesn’t seem to give a shit

CHLOE

Where the hell r u ????

FAT AMY

Outside by the speakers

She’s started beatboxing and it’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever seen

And I’ve seen Bumper’s cock

AUBREY

AMY

DON’T EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN

ASHLEY

I’m near the speakers, I could come and help sober her up a bit?

FAT AMY

Sorry who are you?

Doesn’t matter anyway, Red’s claimed her

And NOW they’re kissing

I can’t believe that twerking-beatboxing-dabbing mess is getting some and I’m not

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY

CYNTHIA-ROSE

Wait Amy where are you?

FAT AMY

Bitch don’t even pretend you’re looking for me

I know what you want

And they’ve both disappeared sooooo

CYNTHIA-ROSE

EMILY

I’ve just seen Chloe and Beca go upstairs! Are we having a slumber party? I forgot my pajamas but I could go back and get them?? :)

FAT AMY

You sweet summer child

-x-

Interlude – i filled a little book with your poetry

Fat Amy’s bed is big, like if she moves she’ll fall off the edge of the world.

But her whole world is right here, her head resting on her chest, eyelids fluttering shut and a smudge of red lipstick on her cheek.

Her world is five-foot-two and feisty and drunk and she’s beautiful.

-x-

(vi) kiss my first love with you on repeat

It’s three am and Chloe’s head is all swirly and her whole body feels weightless, like if it wasn’t for Beca’s arm anchoring her to the sidewalk she’d just fly up and up and up, sitting among the clouds. Today has probably been the best night of her life. But then—she’s with Beca, so every night is probably the best night of her life, and its days like these that she realises she’s the luckiest person in this entire world. No-one else gets a Beca to go home with. She’s literally the only person on this Earth who can say that.

“Dude,” Beca says, her voice the only sound in the silent street, “Can you at least try to walk in a straight line? I can’t keep you balanced and I’d rather you didn’t get run over by a truck. The medical bill would be monster, to start with.”

“Yes, Beca,” she replies, folding in a little too far and causing Beca to stumble, “But I’m not straight, am I? How can you expect me to walk in a straight line when I’m not even straight?”

Beca bites her lip, grinning. “Oh. Wow. You got me there.”

“I did, didn’t I? God, I’m so funny. You’re so pretty.”

“Thanks, Chlo,” Beca replies, smirk prevalent, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Chloe’s smile is giddy and contagious, happily drunk, her heart beating twice as fast in her chest. Because it’s 3am, and she’s with Beca Mitchell, and everything couldn’t be more fucking right.

“We should get married,” she says, suddenly, like a revelation. They pause in the middle of the street for a second and Beca looks back at her, eyes wide. “Wouldn’t that be the best? We’d be like… we’d be us, but married.”

Beca doesn’t say anything, and looks like she might cry. Then she bursts out laughing.

“Chloe. We’re already married, you weirdo. You really are drunk.”

Chloe presses a hand over her chest, overwhelmed, tears pricking at her eyes. It’s like she’s been told the most wonderful thing ever. Oh yeah. She’s already put a ring on it. “Oh my god. That’s awesome. You’re beautiful. I love you.”

Beca grins and it starts to rain, like actually pour, the clouds rumbling with thunder and soaking them through. Beca gasps, looking up, water trickling down her cheekbones. It’s honestly too perfect a moment to waste.

Chloe grabs her face and kisses her, in the middle of the street, the air smelling like heat and summer and tequila, and she’s kissing her wife and she’s drunk and yeah, this is definitely the best night of her life.

#i totally did not rip off mr right in the second part of this #or anything #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fic #bechloe #bechloe fic #beca x chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #anon prompt #drabble challenge #this was a bit more than a drabble

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wellamarke · 6 years ago

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fandom + album challenge

Hi this isn’t a thing, I’m just inventing it right now because I was listening to one of my all-time favourite albums this morning and every single track seemed to remind me of Humans (because my entire mindset is just stuck on Humans obviously)

So I hereby create this challenge: take a fandom, take an album, list the tracks, and relate each song to a character/pairing/other aspect of the fandom. Once you start, it gets almost uncannily easy to find the links...

My fandom is obviously Humans, and the album I’m starting with (I’ll probably bore you with a few of these posts) is Ingrid Michaelson’s Lights Out. The album was released in 2014 and the show started in 2015, so when series 1 was on I already knew the songs, but a lot of my associations have totally changed since then (for instance, there was no Nistrid in 2015...)

1. Home

Shame to start off on such a tenuous one, but “this is my home, where I go when I’ve got nowhere else to go” could be Mia returning to Laura in series 2 (yes I know it’s because she was Anita and was registered to their new address BUT Miaura is life.)

2. Girls Chase Boys

Oh, this is so Mia to Ed! “I'm a little let down but I'm not dead / There's a little bit more that has to be said” she wants closure, in the most epic way possible... “You played me now I play you too, let's just call it over” and then tells him to leave, amazing, we stan an absolute queen.

3. Wonderful Unknown

Nistrid! Because of Niska having just said ILY to Astrid on the phone, and then talking about how the end never seems far away: “Oh, nothing lasts forever but the sound of love astounds me every time that it calls” aaaaah.

4. You Got Me

Umm, do I have to say that this is obviously Nistrid since Astrid literally tells Niska “You won’t lose me. You’ve got me” at the end of s2? But also, this bit about Niska going off to do terrifying things but only so that she can come home to Astrid: “when I see the curve of the earth in your willow eyes, I'm a rocketeer coming home after years at the speed of light / and suddenly you're there, like a pearl in the palm of the universe”

5. Warpath

Ummm... well the word Warpath fits Niska quite well because it’s what she’s always on. If we take it out of context “You’ve got me running round town like a woman on a warpath” is about her gay revenge plot :D

6. Handsome Hands

This has a faint Leotilda vibe but I’m not sure if it will come out with just the lyrics. Let’s try “I think I'm the only one who really knows / What the emptiness inside of you will show us” with them being tied together by a year of Mattie’s bedside monologues... Also special points to “We are only tiny babies living right here, gone the way of someone else's bygone year” because they are only babies and Leo really has had a ‘bygone year’ hehe

7. Time Machine

Mia and Ed again: “Your broken ‘sorrys’ don't mean a thing: You made that bed, good luck falling back asleep!” Amazing. Also the chorus: “If I had a time machine, and if life was a movie scene, I'd rewind and I'd tell me: run.”

8. One Night Town

Leo and Mattie. “You're the one with the pioneer heart / I'm the one with the brand new start” I think this fits? I don’t know how to articulate why I think she’s the ‘pioneer heart’ but his complete reinvention as a human is his ‘brand new start’ lol. Also this for Leo’s new way of looking at her in his memory: “Light up our memory, never knew what they meant to me”

9. Open Hands

(This is a frickin beautiful song ughhh) Miaura? For the parting of the ways at the end of series 1... “Now go on and drift away, the tide can hold you out / Go quiet now, go sound, go safe / Open hands are hard to hold onto anyway”

10. Ready to Lose

Now this is the most Nistrid song I know, in fact. The chorus line is “I’m ready to lose everything but you” which is so Niska, who’s reckless and so brave but also so afraid that it will cost her Astrid (that conversation in 2.8 again). But also this from the verse, oh my life, spot on: “It's the heart in you, I know it in my bones, that made me change direction when I thought ‘better off alone’.” Is this not the perfect line

11. Stick

One of my favourite songs, this one. Anyway, it now gives me Laura feelings, because of her being upset over Neil, which I may be reading into, but I kind of... you know that I don’t ship Laura and Joe, but: “There's a part of you that stays with me someone else gets to know.” Sometimes that’s just how it is.

12. Afterlife

Another gem... this could probably apply to a lot of ships but we’ll just go Nistrid, shall we? “Living like you're dying isn't living at all. Give me your cold hands, put them on my heart.” Also the chorus is amazing, “We’re gonna be alright, we’ve got the fight in us.”

13. Over You

Hmm... Mia pining for Ed even though she knows he’s a human dumpster fire. “Over, I'm so over you: the way that you said that you'd always be true. And maybe if I tell myself enough, maybe if I do, I'll get over you”

14. Everyone Is Gonna Love Me Now

A little oblique, but this bit gives me Max feelings, that line to Mia about being alone: “If I knew the way to less alone / Then it wouldn't sink me like a stone”

15. My Darling

Okay! Nistrid! So we have: “Everyone likes the same stupid things / Everyone sings the same love songs” which reminded me of Niska’s lines about talk being mostly noise. Then the chorus: “You make me all the things I wanna be before I’m gone” sobbbb about her line to Mia again, about the end not being far away. Okay, so there’s those, and then..... this.... line.... I don’t know how to feel about this relevance to Niska really: “And I know that I’ve been broken since the first time that my father put me down on the floor.” Well, eek. But it’s followed by: “For the first time in such a long time, I need more” yasss Nistrid.

16. When I Go

Finishing off on a general note for the series as a whole, because organic/synthetic solidarity: “If everybody made a little space right by their side, oh there'd be room enough.”

idk if I should tag people to do this also or just say: please tag me if you end up choosing an album/fandom to do this with, cause I’d love to read it! :D

(edit: based on reactions I’m going to pretend as if I tagged @epicfics @sircarolyn and @turned-her-brain all along :P)

#long post #music #c4 humans #nistrid #leotilda #miaura #this turned out even more nistrid centric than i thought it would haha

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taurus-annie-main · 7 years ago

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The Problem [m]

Genre : smut summary : Listen, you really hadn’t meant to think of your friend whilst you got off, but it happened.

“Just tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone else - it’s not me is it?” “No!” You said it far too quick. Damn. You could feel him moving closer. “Oh … that’s a twist.”

Your lip was locked tight between your teeth and your eyes stared up hazily at the ceiling. Right there, you thought. Over the faint buzz, you imagined his voice right next your ear, muttering on about how close you were, telling you stop and that you could only come when he said so. Your toes curled into your mattress as you ground the vibrator further onto your clit. Being that the house was empty for once, you allowed a small moan to slip out as you made small circles. “Fuck,” you sighed. You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, that hot sensation had settled in your stomach and with every vibration it grew stronger. You quickly pulled the vibrator away, as you imagined his gruff voice telling you to stop right then and there. Smiling, he’d then press your hand your back to center and then you’d feel that sensation again. But this time, your heart would beat louder and your chest would heave higher. Edging to the thought of him had become your new favourite pass time. You’d beg him then, “Soo…please,” you say and his name would sound like a mewl. You hadn’t meant to masturbate to your best friend. Oh god no. But it was happening. His soft eyes would be staring at you with a mix of pride and sadistic pleasure and his plump lips would be bruised red from your heated kiss. Before the event of last week, you’d never imagined Kyungsoo in such a light. You’d seen him angry for the first time, properly angry and it was as though light bulb had popped. Kyungsoo wasn’t really the type to get angry, he was always calm, respectful and mature. You don’t know exactly why he’d been so heated, but you’d also heard his girlfriend, she was yelling about God knows what and you’d only caught a snippet of their conversation. it wasn’t enough to build a theory. Hearing them argue didn’t begin the heated chain of events, actually, it was when he caught you watching through a crack in the door. he’d cast you a sideways glance, it was cold and yet at the same time full of fire. He didn’t say a word but instead shut the class door in your face. You’d rode the train home replaying his hard gaze and the way his jaw had moved. That was the first time you imagined him. You hadn’t spoken of what you saw that day, because at the end of the day it wasn’t your business, but when you’d came into school the next day, Kay had mentioned that they’d broken up. Which meant that you didn’t feel that guilty about coming to the thought of him. Well, only a bit. The first “session” had occurred when you didn’t know the status of their relationship. That one was the worst and most feral. You’d erased it from your mind and said you’d only think of it when you were busy lying in the pits of hell. God, you’d never came so hard before. Maybe that’s why you tried so hard to forget. You hadn’t even been able to look him in the eye that day. “Ah….” you pulled the vibe away again and then pressed it back to your center. Your back arched- hold on. You freezed. The door! you’d heard the door being opened. Voices, then stairs. Fuck, someone was coming up the stairs, fast at that. You dropped your vibe and leapt off the bed, dashing to grab your discarded pyjamas shorts. You pulled them up with haste and vigour. You were certain they were the wrong way around but you didn’t care. From the corner of your eye, you noticed the pink bullet on the bed. You quickly pulled your cover over it, just in time for the door to swing open. Your eyes widened. What he was he doing here? You’d expected your mother, not Kyungsoo. “Have you ever heard of knocking? You asked all the while trying your hardest not to look like you’d been running a marathon. "Your mum told me to come wake you up,” he said, looking slightly disappointed at the idea of not being able to roughly rouse you from sleep. “What are you sick with anyways? Are you even supposed to be out of bed?” “It’s a bug,” you said, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” “Good, Roberts nearly made me do the presentation myself,” he said. “You better be in tomorrow and I hope you remember your notes.” You nodded. “I remember everything.” He went to his backpack and took a stack of paper out, “Anyways, since it seems like every teacher knows we live next door to each other, they all gave me your work,” he said. “You’ve got a huge essay to do, I’ll give you some of my notes.” “Thanks” you said. “You’re a real life saver.” “I know,” he smirked as he threw the stack onto your bed. It landed with a hard thump, not a normal thump you noted. It was thump that screamed, ‘Houston, we’ve hit something’. What happened next sent your stomach plummeting to the bottom of your body. You swallowed and your eyes could only blink as you heard the muffled buzz coming from under your duvet. You glanced at the bed, willing for it to stop or suddenly lose power. Anything! But, of course it didn’t. “Is that your phone?” He asked, staring at the bed. You gulped. “Probably.” He looked to you, brows knitted. “Well, aren’t you going to pick it up?” You shook your head. “I don’t really see a reason why.” You could feel yourself getting hot under your t-shirt. It was a still going on, a long unending buzz. “Wait, your phone’s over there…” he said, pointing to your phone - your damn phone- which was charging on your desk. “Hmm,” you really couldn’t say much else. The buzzing continued and the longer it went the more awkward it got. Kyungsoo was watching you with a mix of confusion and annoyance. “Are you gonna let it go on?” he asked. You shrugged. “You’re so childish,” he said, rolling his eyes. Everything happened in slow motion. His hand was at the corner of your duvet, lifting your duvet and then came the deep furrow of his brow. He muttered something under breath as his hand reached down. Before they could touch your pink bullet, they stilled as the morbid realization dawned on him. He dropped the duvet like he’d touched something hot. Meanwhile, your entire being and soul had left your body. You watched from above the room, feeling nothing and doing nothing but slowly dying as he looked to duvet. Was it still buzzing you wondered? Of fucking course.

You rummaged through your bag, fingers searching for the stack of homework Kyungsoo - it hurt to even mention his name- had given you. You’d already managed to work through most of it since having spent most of your lunch and break holed up in the library in fear of seeing him or what he may say. You trusted him not to say anything, but then again, he was a boy for goodness sake! And God knows how teenage boys were like. In your mind of horror-esque scenarios, he’d probably told Chanyeol the first chance he got, which would then mean you’d be forever branded the Pink Bullet girl. It’d even be on your tombstone. You couldn’t even bare to touch the damned thing anymore, instead you’d kept it buried underneath your underwear draw, never to be seen again! Well, it’d come out again, when this had all passed and you couldn’t look at it without thinking of him. Shaking away all thought of him and that unfateful day, you plugged in your headphones and worked tirelessly over the booklets. Soon enough, you eased into a flawless routine, with every finished study playlist, you’d finished one booklet and so forth. Alarmed by the sudden loss of your music, your whipped around to stare down at the doer. You felt your stomach drop. Fuck, he’d found you. “So this is where you’ve been,” he said, placing the headphones on the table. “Uh yes, what are you … um, doing here?” you said, suddenly wishing the floor could split and you’d plummet down onto the fiery core of the earth. He smiled. “I came to return the study guide,” he said, waving a mathematics book. “You?” “Work,” you said, hoping he’d get the message to leave. “I might as well cut to the chase,” he said, pulling out the chair next to you. “Have you been avoiding me?” You shook your head, far too fast and eager to be anything but the truth. “I just had work to do besides, why would I avoid you?” you added a laugh at the end, a pitiful attempt to seem unfazed. He raised his brows. “If you say so.” “It’s the truth,” your voice was higher normal. “Actually, I have alot of work to do right now and I’d uh, appreciate if you could be quiet.” He snuck a glance at your paper, “I think french vocab can wait. And before you think of running off, just know I won’t tell anyone else-” “What about Chanyeol?” “Him too,” he added. “Besides, it’s nothing weird. A lot of people touch themselves.” Your ears burned at his comment. How could he be so casual about it! You looked around, praying that no one else was wandering through the aisle, because God forbid if they’d heard you and Kyungsoo chattering about masturbation. You couldn’t handle another embarrassing incident to keep you up at night. One was enough. “Can you please not,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “Please what?” He stared at you, face riddled with a smug smile and a particularly devious glint in his eyes. Suddenly and unfortunately, you were reminded of your fantasies. “Cat got your tongue?” he said after your lack of response. Suddenly coming back to reality, you sighed hard. “No, It’s just that-” “So, do you like watch porn when you get off?” You shut your book. “Jesus christ!” You hissed under your breath and begun stacking your papers together. “Listen, I’m gonna go. You do what you actually came here to do.” He placed a hand on your knee, and your heart dared to leap out from your chest. Since when did Kyungsoo touch your knee, or as a matter of fact any part of your body ? You really should’ve moved maybe ran to the nearest exit, but you were stuck there, frozen by that simple gesture and his ever so warm palm. “I’m just playing with you,” he hadn’t moved his hand and that small -well big- part of you didn’t want him too. You liked the fact that his hand was on your knee, just a few centimeters from the edge of your skirt. “Besides, it’s nothing to embarrassed about … unless you watch the really weird stuff. Not that there’s-” “Actually, I prefer to use my mind!” you blurted out before you could register the ghost of a smirk on his face. Your fist coiled underneath the table, you’d fallen into his trap, again. If there was one thing you could commend kyungsoo for it, it was his sneaky tactics. Clearly getting some sick pleasure from this, he cocked his head to the side. “Oh. So, what runs through your mind then? You know, they always say the quietest are the dirtiest.” With a shake of your head, you set your lips into a hard line. You’d couldn’t trust yourself to speak anymore. “Is it uh… a celebrity?” His eyes burned holes into the side of your face and tried your hardest to concentrate on your phone. “Hmm, what about a person in this school?” You cast him a sideways glance. Surely he hadn’t heard anything? Right? No, he couldn’t have. You’d moaned his name, yes, but it was far too quietly. “Oh, so it is someone in this school,” he said, voice now perked up. “Interesting. Give me their initials.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “How dumb do you think I am?” “Not dumb at all,” he said, whilst his hand slowly edged up your leg. You peeked a glance at your leg and his hand and yet, you didn’t tell him to stop. You wanted it to go further. “Just tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone else - it’s not me is it?” “No!” You said it far too quick. Damn. He chuckled, you could feel him moving closer. “Oh … that’s a twist"

"So…what do I do in your fantasies?” You could feel his breath just a mere touch away from your lip. His eyes stared at you, unrelenting and forcing you sink into his … You gulped. “Answer me, Angel?”

You licked your lips. “I-i can’t say,” your voice was small and quiet.

He raised one brow. “Why? Is it that naughty?”

You could feel his hand moving under the edge of your skirt. Your thighs moved together in a feeble attempt to qaulm the throbbing in your center.

You were certain he’d kiss your lips, but no, he lips landed on the side of your jaw. You breathed hard as his mouth moved down your jaw and to your neck. “Do you tie me up? Or do I tie you up?” he said your skin.

“The latter,” you confessed.

As he mouth moved along the expanse of your neck, you could feel his fingers brushing along the scalloped edge of your underwear. Unconsciously, you moved your legs apart. The two pads of his fingers ran up and down your slit, feeling the wet spot which had been growing the moment you’d felt his hand on your skin.

“God you’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, right at the curl of your ear. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

Your stomach burned with arousal. Although your fantasies had made you grow mad with pleasure, whatever was happening right now could never compare to the nights you’d spent writhing in bed to the thought of him.

“Is this how wet you get when you think of me?” His voice was low as he brushed your hair to the side.

He bit down on skin. “I said, is this how wet you get when you think of me?”

“Yes.” You mewled as his voice sent shockwaves down your body.

He kissed the reddened area. “God you’re so fucking adorable.”

His fingers pressed against your clit, making small circles around the bud as your legs moved further apart. You head was lolled back, exposing more skin for him to explore, fuck, all you wanted to feel him everywhere.

He pulled your panties to the side and you resisted the urge to moan as his fingers came into contact with your bare pussy. His fingers caressed your folds, teasing you beyond belief. “Do you want my fingers inside you?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Beg,” he whispered.

Unable to get the words out of your mouth, you shook your head. The bare thought of begging sent your body flushing with a torrid mix of shame and pleasure.

His finger circled your clit. “Angel….”

“P-please, I want your fingers inside … me,” you said, swallowing your embarrasment away with each word. "Please just-“

"Hm, that was perfect,” he groaned, moving his mouth from your neck.

You whined and clutched the bottom of your chair as his fingers push inside you. He moves slow and gentle and you bury your head against his shoulders, your moans being muffled against his sweater.

You tighten around his fingers as your hips buck and roll against his fingers. With a soft hum, he pushes another finger in. Your body quivers as he slowly pushes your walls apart. “You’re doing so well,” he said, kissing the side of your ear.

As his thumb slowly circles your clit with each stroke, you can feel yourself losing all inhibition. Your moans grew louder and suddenly you didn’t care if someone walked in.

“Fuck, I’m going…” your words trailed off into a muffled moan as you once more buried your face into Kyungsoo sweater. You held hard onto his hand as your muscles stiffened.

As you rode out the remants of your orgasm, he slipped his fingers out and held them out in front of you, the bright lights hitting the wet digits. Before you could say anything, you watched as each digit dissapeared between the two pillows of his lips. You could only watch as held your gaze.

“Next time, I’ll get a better taste.”

A/N

I’ve feel like i’ve let the whole country down with how bad this one was… I’m gonna go and ask the writing gods for help.

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