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thelaughtercafe · 11 months ago

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Muted Memories Chapter 2

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Verbal and physical abuse, dissociating as a trauma response, nondescriptive murder, descriptive threats(not at reader).

Pairing: Issac Foster/F! Reader

Length: 4k+

Summary: Library explorations, and meeting new characters, fun for the whole family!

A/N: Chapter 2 is here!! Excited I finally got this done!! I’m not fully happy with the way it turned out but after messing with a few other ideas, I decided to go with the one I wrote while genuinely triggered since it felt the most raw and real.

I’m okay now; emotional flashbacks just really suck. Do not recommend lmao. Hope everyone enjoys and please do leave feedback! Always excited to hear from my readers on what they think!! ❤️

The rest of the day was easy once Zack dragged you back. Ray had thanked him in a reverent tone, to which the bandaged boy had only ruffled her hair fondly. They really were close. You hadn’t been expecting him to do the same to you however and it showed as you ducked your head to hide your burning face in Ray’s shoulder a moment. She giggled at your embarrassment and pet your hair.

You all sat down and ate after that. Ray was attached to your side the rest of the morning, constantly either hanging off you, holding your hand or hugging you. She seemed touched starved, though given you were as well you easily obliged and accommodated her. You had to go to the library after breakfast since you no longer had a laptop and Zack had declined your offer to come, saying he had “better shit to do”.

You shrugged him off but again reminded him to take anything he needed and disguised Rachel in one of your big hoodies before heading out. When talking about how well they were known they said their popularity had been dying down and they’d come here since it was so out of the way, hoping to find a forever home.

The air was a little chilly so you were glad you’d bundled up Rachel, however you were left shivering a little, given your other hoodie was still being repaired. You’d torn a noticeable hole in it on a rushed run out one day and the mender was blind; a friend Mr. Takamata had met and grown close to, and you had as well in turn. You wouldn’t give your business to anyone else despite the longer wait times. His job was always impeccable. Maybe you could get it on the way back, if he was still open.

��Alright, to the library! We’ll go grocery shopping tonight on the way home and I’ll make dinner.”

“We’re gonna spend the whole day there?”

Rachel sounded excited at the prospect and you hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind. I need to do some school work and print out an essay. After that I figured I could show you some of my favorite books and maybe bring some home for Zack too.“

"That sounds fun but…mm…"

Ray sounded happy at the prospect but trailed off and seemed conflicted, looking at the ground as she walked.

"What’s wrong?”

“Oh I suppose it’s okay if I tell you. Zack can’t read.”

You blinked at that. He was around your age wasn’t he? You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised. He clearly had a lot of inner trauma in addition to the physical.

You smiled down at Ray though, swinging your held hands cheerfully.

“I’ll get him some anyway. He doesn’t have to learn if he doesn’t want to of course, but I’d be more than happy to teach him. Even if he doesn’t, I like to read aloud anyway so he can enjoy it that way if he’d like.”

Ray gave a contemplative hum.

“I don’t understand why you’re so nice to us. After everything we’ve done-”

You heard her voice crack and quickly stopped walking, gently pulling her aside and crouching down to her level to allow the other people milling about to pass.

“Hey, hey! You keep sayin’ that, but from what I’ve seen you two are both damaged, but have been kind to me. It’s like I told Zack last night too…I’m lonely, sad as that may sound. So…no more apologies, okay? I’m happy to give you both a place to stay and let you have a fresh start. Mr. Takamata gave one to me…it seems only right that I should do the same.”

Ray threw her arms around you and you hugged her back before moving to stand.

"Now, how about that library trip?”

She beamed up at you.

“Let’s go!”

—–

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief as you both entered the library. It was cold, now. The wind had really picked up and you were already dreading the 20-minute walk back home when it’d be colder tonight.

Maybe you ought to stop by Reginald’s place on the way back after all. Now that you were here though, you had to put your game face on. You had two essays and one story to work on. Your only fun elective this semester was Monsters in Literature. Best teacher too; he reminded you of Robin Williams in his enthusiasm and inspiring words. You had a vague outline of ideas for the story and you wrote often, but creating original content was much harder than the fanworks you were used to.

The essays were honestly easier. Everyone was always surprised when you told them that, but essay’s were really just cramming as many words as possible to get a simple point across most of the time, and given you enjoyed writing, even if it was boring as sin it was at least easy to bullshit.

You observed Ray as you put your bookbag down, wanting to get her set up before starting.

“You’re around 14 right?”

She nodded.

“15, now actually. As of a few weeks ago.”

“Oh! We’ll have to celebrate. I’ll pick up some overtime, make sure to remind me to get a cake this weekend okay? Just in case my memory goes kaput after all this school work.”

She giggled and nodded happily as you mimed passing out.

“Do you know what kind of books you like hun? I can get you set up in the right section and then get started here.”

She gave a carefree shrug.

“I didn’t read much. Too noisy before.”

Seeing the way her eyes went dull again you got to your feet and held your hand out to her before she could go too deep into her memories.

She took it and you led her into the adjoining room for Young Adult Fiction, not acknowledging the fact that she trembling with anything more than a soothing thumb rub.

“Here’s the YA section. All kinds of scenarios and characters here- I recommend reading the back or inside of the flap and then just picking whichever one sounds interesting! You can always just go based on the cover if you’d like a more randomized experience though. This is still my favorite section honestly; if you need any help with the words or have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me. Feel free to get comfy, and if anyone that’s not me comes up to you, come get me or yell my name if you get scared, I’ll be just in the other room.”

After making sure she was okay you left her, happy to see she was already hesitantly beginning to explore.

You sighed in resignation, sitting down and cracking your neck.

No more distractions, time to get your work done!

—–

The day passed quickly, with Ray occasionally coming over to ask for help with a word she didn’t know but it was a rarity and she was already on the 2nd book in a supernatural fantasy series when you were finished. You playfully took it from her to check the title.

“Ooh Maximum Ride hm? That’s a good one, haven’t read it in ages. One of my favorites at your age too. Let’s bring it home with us huh?”

She nodded eagerly, a big grin on her face as she made grabby hands for the book, and you obliged, quickly grabbing the 3rd and 4th one as well. After a moment’s hesitation you grabbed 2 more for good measure, one for you, and one for Zack. You know how you were as a child and better safe than leave the poor girl on a cliffhanger. Luckily the librarians and you were already well acquainted given you came to volunteer to read to the kids here when you weren’t in school. It was a quick affair to check the books out and you were on your way.

The essays had given you no trouble and were already sent to your professors…but that damn story had you completely stuck. You knew the general concept you wanted was dealing with possession of some sort but you couldn’t figure out who should be doing the possessing. It was the idea of being out of control you wanted to tap into Such a primal fear so underexplored by most monsters.

It was still freezing oh God- you shivered as you and Ray made your way home. She looked at you worriedly and you could tell she was going to offer you the jacket but you patted her head.

“I’ll be okay- gonna s-stop and get my m-m-mended one before groceries after all.”

You sped walked and reached Reginald’s in record time, who luckily was just about to close up.

“Reggie, please tell me you have my coat finished?”

Your eyes and voice were pleading and when he reached out to touch your arm in greeting he recoiled, frowning in fatherly disapproval.

“Young lady, what on Earth are you doing out here in this cold without any protection?”

He sighed heavily and easily made his way back inside, holding the door open for you and Ray.

It was the same as always, not a speck of dust in sight, but homey and most importantly, warm. You held your hands to your lips and warmed them. You could’ve cried when after a few moments Reginald came out, coat in hand.

“Oh thank you so much! I’m in your debt! Here-”

You went to pull out your wallet but at the sound of rustling Reggie tsk’d and shook his head.

“No need, sweetheart. Can’t let ole’ Takamata’s daughter freeze now can I? How’s about you introduce me to your little friend here and I’ll call it even.”

You smiled fondly and sighed in defeat, slipping your dark burgundy coat over your t-shirt and zipping it up.

“Fair deal! This is Ray, her and her older brother Zack will be staying with me from now on. They broke in and I couldn’t just turn away hungry people, especially a young girl like her. You know how Mr. Takamata was, he’d roll over in his grave if I didn’t help!”

The lies merged with the truth and Reginald laughed heartily, while Ray looked at you in disbelief. She surely expected you to give them fake names or backstories but there was no need. To lie effectively, you just had to be confident and believe what you were saying.

“True enough!! Well, nice to meet you little lady, call me Reggie hm? Here, this hoodie feels too thin-”

“Reggie!”

He ignored your exasperated voice and before you knew it he’d tossed a small lilac coat and large black one your way and was shooing you out despite you protests.

“I’ll hear nothing of it! Consider it a welcoming gift! Now get!”

“Thank you Reggie. Really.”

He waved you off and patted Ray’s head before walking off. You smirked fondly and turned to look down at Ray.

“Welp. How’s about we just get something hot and head on home? Zack may get worried if we’re out too much longer.”

Ray nodded cheerfully.

“Sounds great to me! I’m starved! That man was really nice, I hope we see him again soon.”

You giggled at her enthusiasm, opting to get pizza at the place right down the hill so it wouldn’t be a long walk.

“Me too. I’m sure you’ll like him even more as you get to know him. He’s very kind. He has a service dog named Bucky, I’m sure you’ll get to meet them both again soon.”

You held the pizza and Zack’s new coat, while Ray got the soda, garlic knots and the pepperoni pinwheel you caught her drooling over in the display case.

You walked through the door with her on your heels, grinning and calling for Zack as you entered.

“Zack we’re ho-”

Your voice died out at the sight in front of you. You couldn’t breathe.

Why was he…here?

“Chris?”

That cursed name escaped your lips, bile burned your throat as he smiled and took a step closer. You went to back up, the door still open and remembered Ray and the fact your hands were full.

Where was Zack? Didn’t matter you had to get Ray to safety. But she was already entering behind you, and setting the food on the table like he wasn’t there. She came over to take the pizza but you were in shock.

“The one and only!”

His smile twitched, but you knew behind the mask he was seething as Ray began pulling out the food and setting the table.

“Pizza night hm? Funny. I haven’t gotten my pay this month yet, I trust you have that ready for me?”

You just stared at him in stricken fear. The door was closed but you still felt just as frozen.

“…What are you doing here? How did you find this place?”

“Oh here? I’ve known for years, pet.I just…”

His smirk turned to a sneer.

“Loosened your leash a little. Now, if you won’t give me what I want, you’re surely not fit to raise a child here. Maybe I’ll take her home…give her a proper enviorment. I mean, she didn’t even greet me properly. You know what happens to impolite children, don’t you?”

You didn’t speak up but you moved your body to block the way to the kitchen, motioning for Ray to run with your free hand, but she was completely oblivious. Your eyes steeled a little, but your voice was still that of a terrified kid. It didn’t matter that you were older now, it didn’t matter that you thought you were getting better.

Suddenly you were a frightened child all over again.

“I won’t let you have her.”

You flinched at the feeling of a hand on you and looked down to find her gripping your hand, tugging you lightly towards the table.

“Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

Her eyes had gone dead, and she was pointedly ignoring Chris. She seemed very dissociated; probably a trauma response from her own family, if you had to guess. You realized your other hand still held the black coat and tossed it on the couch before reluctantly letting her take you to the table where you sat down. She sat too, and began eating while you looked numbly down at your plate.

You heard the chair slide back as he sat at the head of the table, beginning to dissociate a little yourself but maintaining your hypervigilance. You felt shaky and scared, aware of every move he and yourself made. He began to eat, completely unbothered.

You’d finally felt safe, away from him. Thought he was oblivious and finally mostly out of your life, save the monthly payments. You should have known you could never beat him. That he couldn’t cope with the loss of control.

Now one of the first people in your life you allowed yourself to care for was at risk. It was your fault for not safeguarding against this possibility and the only reason you weren’t spiraling was because you knew you had to keep Ray safe.

“What do you want?”

Your voice shook, but it was low and even, in hopes of being non-threatening.

He was nonchalant as ever.

“You’re going to protect me, and let me stay here. I’m only hiding here because some psychopath showed up at my place.”

Your breath hitched and you looked up in fear as Ray jumped to her feet.

“Zack!?”

You hopped up quickly and wrapped Ray in your arms to shield her, and quickly mustered a lie.

“Shh…shh…Zack isn’t here sweetheart.”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard that name. Who is he? Is he staying here too?”

“He’s her older brother. When she gets scared she seeks him out- I’m not the only one who got traumatized.”

Your mutter was bitter and under your breath but he caught it.

He always heard it. He stood and you held Ray tighter. You just had to last until Zack got here. Keep him placated. You trembled- God why did the shakes never stop around him?

“Talking back? Pathetic. You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Whatever. You’ll always be a freak.”

You swayed as the familiar insult caused an emotional and partially visual flashback, hearing faint words, catching glimpses from the back of your mom’s car. She was inside getting groceries.

“You’re such a damn freak- those bullies at school were right about you. You’re really nothing but a freak. Everything you do is freaky-”

He’d used variations of the word till you were hyperventilating upon your mother’s return. You couldn’t hide it fast enough, but his mask was right back on. Told your mother he was “getting you used to the word.” Ha. She’d harmlessly shared the bullying you’d confided in her about, having no idea you intentionally hadn’t told him because she didn’t know any better.

But your Mother isn’t here now.

Your shaking stopped and you took a deep breath, steeling your own mask. You straightened from hugging Ray and glared at where he stood by the chair he claimed.

“I don’t care what you do with me, but you won’t hurt her. I’ll never let you abuse anyone else I care about again.”

He threw his head back in bitter, sadistic laughter and you acted quickly, grabbing her jacket in one smooth motion and rushing to shove Ray outside, with a simple command before slamming the side door shut and locking it, tossing the key out there with her so she nor Chris could get her back inside.

“Find Zack and stay hidden if you can’t!”

She hesitated, meeting your eyes and you smiled at her, trying to make her feel secure only to yelp as something slammed hard on the back of your head, sending you to the floor. You vaguely registered the picture and glass surrounding you, and the sound of Ray crying out your name in panic. The picture of you and Mr. Takamata lay near your face and you smiled weakly..

“…Sorry, Dad. Looks like I won’t be able to fulfill my promise after all.”

Your head felt wet and warm, and your vision was getting murky. You felt dizzy, trying to stay conscious. Chris was yelling, but for once…you felt serene. No fear. No constant hypervigilance. No more masks. But…Zack. Where was he? You never got to give him his new coat…

Darkness took you under.

—–

Zack burst into the door with a loud bang, wild eyes scanning the area. He’d been searching frantically for the bastard all day and was exhausted and starving after a long day. He’d been planning to pick up the following day when he arrived, only to hear an unfamiliar male screaming curses.

Zack didn’t consider himself a protective person. He’d grown up most of his life alone and fending for himself. Ray was an exception to the rule, and he thought he’d never find someone he wanted to protect again. Till he met you. He didn’t know you well. Didn’t even fully trust you yet, honestly, always wary to give trust. But he saw something of himself in you. Plus, you were horrendously naive and so, so in need of protection.

This bastard seemed the best place to start.

To see him in his new home, where he finally felt safe? Zack was anything but happy. The man froze after kicking you on the floor. Zack spotted Ray with tears swimming in her eyes as she screamed behind the back door, before rushing to meet up with him, heading around to the front once she saw him.

Things moved quickly after that.

Zack had the man by the throat, sadistic snickers leaving him ceaselessly as he held him against the nearby wall because if he didn’t laugh and scream he was going to do something else and he vowed to never do that again.

“You’ve got 3 seconds. Talk.”

The man, if he could be called that, was near pissing himself in fear but Zack felt none of the typical satisfaction. Just rage, simmering under the surface along with his want to rip the slight smirk he saw tugging at the asshole face whenever he glanced at your crumpled body.

“I have no problem with you, alright!? I don’t know what you want- if you want to kill her she’s all yours, but I haven’t done anything! I’m an upstanding citizen, I swear!”

“So lemme see if I got this right. You come into my house, trash my place, hurt my family, not only fucking up their heads but physically too and you think I’m gonna let you walk outta here?”

Zack threw his head back in magical laughter at the thought; it was the funniest damn joke he’d ever heard. At that, Chris finally snapped and threw a punch, facade dropping in an instant, but Zack held fast, vaguely noticing Ray walking up next to him a look in her eye he hadn’t seen since they were trapped.

“God you’re a freak just like her- no, you’re some kinda monster! Guh-!”

Ray stabbed hard into his stomach, making the man gurgle on his words. He looked down in shocked horror and Ray was impassive.

“You hurt her, so I hurt you.”

He cursed at her too.

“You little bitch!! You’ll never get away with this, I’ll make you pay!”

Ray shook her head in disappointment.

“There’s no fixing you.”

She waved before turning her attention to you.

“Bye bye.”

Chris opened his mouth to snarl at her again but Zack was done playing games. He had more important things to do. He glared, shaking the man before beginning to drag him outside and into the forest, talking casually.

“Pretty sure we got unfinished business buddy. See I’ve got a sharp knife, and I’m curious how many pieces I can cut off before you bleed out. Shall we find out together?”

“No, no God please!! Have mercy!”

“Shut the Hell up!”

His shout was one of anger as he tossed the man down and kicked him hard in the ribs, paying no mind as he screamed in pain.

“That’s what I caught you doing to the woman who let us stay here! I don’t know why she’s afraid of you, but after tonight she’ll never have to fear you again. Nothing should scare her more than me. I won’t let you have her. I refuse. Her fear belongs to me. Now do the whole damn world a favor and DIE!”

His last word was a guttural roar of anger and when the man was finally dead by his hand, Zack crumpled. He didn’t know why, or how. His body was shaking and his bandaged were wet and it wouldn’t stop. He didn’t like it at all. This feeling, the way His mouth made sounds out of his control. It felt like…he’d killed his demon a second time, but this time it wasn’t just his. It was yours too. He found…he liked the feeling. More than his usual kills. This was more…liberating. He took the time to let whatever was happening run its course as he dragged the now dead piece of meat into the forest and buried him with the very shovel you used to do as he had, but for someone you loved rather than loathed. Love. Still such a foreign word and concept to him. He shook off his thoughts

But now he needed to make sure you stayed alive long enough to hear him gloat. He could worry about the oddness of “feelings” later. Ugh. He shuddered. Feelings. Gross.

He bit down a smile as he made his way back towards the house, seeing from the window that Ray was already patching you up, one of your textbooks open next to her.

Maybe whatever he felt for you and Ray though, wasn’t quite so bad.

#tlc: fic #tlc: milk tea #issac foster x you #issac foster x reader #zack foster x you #zack foster x reader #angels of death fanfic #angels of death fic #angels of death #female reader

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starstwinkleplanetsshine · 5 months ago

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Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Seventeen: School's Out for Summer (Read on AO3)

I never thought I would ever say this in my life, but summer came too soon.

The minute Percy and I finished our last final (which, I would take a monster over any day), we practically ran to our subway stop, bounced our knees the whole train ride home, and dashed up to our apartment. We were packed and ready to leave by dinnertime.

Our mom and new stepdad, Paul, had cooked us a goodbye meal. We had broken the news about how we weren’t, umm, normal, to Paul a couple weeks ago, but he still didn’t seem to believe it.

“So, where are you two going again?” Our step dad asked towards the end of our hasty dinner.

“To camp.” Percy said simply.

“Camp Half Blood” I added.

“Right. And what exactly do you do at Camp Half Blood?” He spoke as if he didn’t believe us.

“Train.”

I rolled my eyes at Percy’s unhelpful answers. He had been in a sour mood all day.

“We train to fight monsters, learn to use different weapons, take mythology classes, climb lava rock walls. Everything to be prepared for life as a half-blood.” Under normal circumstances, I would’ve been itching to get back to Camp. Not that I had ever known normal circumstances.

“Lava rock walls?” Paul questioned.

“Dear, why don’t we let these two enjoy their last evening here.” Mom said as she put a gentle hand on Paul’s. I gave her a look that said thank you and started on my blue ice cream.

“How were your finals?” She sounded too cheery.

Percy groaned and put his head on the table.

“I got all A’s!” I said, beaming. Geometry had given me a run for my money, but I managed to barely get the grade on the final that I needed. My mom practically jumped out of her seat.

“Angie, that's great! I’m so proud.”

“She did great in my English class this year. She wrote one of the best papers on To Kill A Mockingbird I’ve ever read.” I felt like I could’ve flown. Paul was my favorite teacher at school, but I would never tell him that.

“Yeah yeah, Angie's perfect.” Percy complained as he stuffed his face with his dessert.

“You did well in my class, too, Percy.” Paul’s tone wasn’t convincing, and Percy raised an eyebrow at him as if to call his bluff.

“I got a C in your class.”

Mom winced.

“That’s still passing! And I could tell you tried really hard this year.” Paul’s tone was encouraging, but Percy still rolled his eyes.

I had never seen him in such a bad mood, but I understood why. Mom seemed to, too. We all knew that going back to camp was going to be tough this summer, and that everything would be different. The war between the gods and the Titans was in full swing now, and both of us had been sent on missions here and there throughout the year because of it, although Percy’s were always bigger and more dangerous than mine.

Going to Camp would mean we couldn’t ignore it anymore, like we tried to. The reality would be staring us in the face everyday, and the battles and missions would only get worse. A part of me wished I could stay in our little Upper East Side apartment forever.

“This is our last night, Percy.” I spoke to him in Ancient Greek. “Is this how you want to leave?” Annabeth had been giving me lessons on the language, and it had come pretty naturally to me. Percy had a harder time speaking it, but he understood it better than most.

“I know,” He responded in English. “I’m sorry.” He had learned that phrase quickly.

Paul raised his eyebrows. “Was that Greek?”

Sally nodded. “It was, even though they’re not supposed to use it at the dinner table.” This was not the first time we had gotten in trouble for talking in a language only we could understand.

“Sorry, mom.”

“Sorry.” We both mumbled at the same time.

Percy cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about my grades, Mom. And my English grade, Paul.”

Sally sighed. “It’s alright, Percy. I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you.”

And it hadn't. There were many nights that Percy had been up into the early morning on a mission or working on plans and strategies for Chiron only to go to school at 8am the next day. There were even nights when he stumbled into our room at 2am bloody and hurt, and I would wrap him in bandages, feed him nectar, and listen as he told me of his mission, sometimes through tears. I experienced some of that, too, but he got it worse than me.

Eventually, he had stopped pretending to sleep at night, just sitting out on the fire escape into the early morning. There were some days he hardly touched his lunch at school. And through it all, he never complained. He kept up such a strong front for everyone, and I knew better than most that he felt like he had to. He was, after all, the son of Poseidon. The child of the Great Prophecy.

Most days, I thought it was too much pressure for one person's shoulders.

The beat of Pegasus wings outside our window told us it was time to go.

We got our packed bags and headed up the stairs to our roof, where Blackjack and Sparkles were waiting to take Percy and I to camp. We said goodbye to Paul in the apartment, so it was just the two of us and mom in the dying June light. She was doing her best to hold back her tears, but despite her best efforts, more than a few drops fell. Percy and I took turns hugging her tightly before she scooped both of us up in her arms.

“Just…be careful, you two.”

“We will, mom.” I promised. Percy stayed silent.

“I know you have to be great heroes and save the world, but you have to come home, too.”

A sob caught in my throat.

“We’ll do our best.” Percy said, sounding much older than fifteen.

We’d better get going, some of the mortals are starting to stare. Blackjack spoke in my mind, and I assumed in Percy’s too. I’m not sure what the mortals saw with the mist, but it must’ve been odd. Not as odd as two Pegasi on the roof of an apartment, but still.

Percy broke away from the hug first.

“Blackjack said we should go.”

Mom gave him a sad, wistful look and then ruffled his hair. He lunged forward and gave her one last hug, tight and intense, as if the action surprised himself, too. Then he peeled away, said one last I love you, and walked over to Blackjack. I followed him.

Once we were both on our pegasi, they began to take off.

Good to see you again, my lady. Sparkles spoke in my head.

“You can just call me Angie.” I responded.

Of course, my lady. Some horses took Percy and I’s position more seriously than others.

“Don’t forget to call!” Our mom yelled as she waved and watched us rise into the air.

“We won’t!” I promised. I did my best to smile at her, to show her that she had nothing to worry about, but even my best efforts couldn’t fool her. Not now. Not since she knew what kind of summer we were heading into.

As Sally Jackson became a small speck on one of the many roofs of the Upper East Side, I thought about how she must be feeling. I thought about how helpless I would feel if my two children belonged to a world I couldn't enter, a dangerous world that was violently falling apart at the seams. Not only that, but knowing your children had to keep it together and there was nothing you could do but watch?

Not only that, but there was also a prophecy about one of them that pretty much implied they wouldn’t make it past their sixteenth birthday. Which was in two months.

I pushed the thought out of my mind and focused on the shine of the city lights below me.

We got to camp not too long after, and I could see the glow of the large campfire as we began to descend. We landed by the stables, and I was glad when no one came to greet us. Percy clearly wasn’t in the mood for reunions just yet, and I hated seeing him pretend to be okay in front of other people. It was hard to see him down all the time, but I was glad he didn’t feel the need to put up fronts for me.

“I’m gonna go to our cabin and settle in. Then I’ll head to the Big House and wait for Chiron.” Percy said as he pet Blackjack's neck and slipped him an apple.

“No sing-along tonight?” I risked a smile, and to my surprise, he returned it.

“Not tonight. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” I couldn’t see him too well in the dark, but I saw his eyes go sad.

“I know.” We stood in silence for too long. It wasn’t too often that we had awkward silences, but this was definitely one of them. I shuffled my feet and Percy messed with his hair. “I’m sorry, Perce.” I said finally.

He straightened up. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

“I know, but—”

“I’ll see you back in the cabin.” He managed a small smile and then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The sound of singing got louder as I neared the amphitheater, but it wasn’t as loud as it should've been. I knew that campers would be coming in over the next few days as school got out, but even the year-rounders should’ve filled more seats than were taken. It was kind of sad to see, but I knew why. All year, Chiron had been sending demigods on different missions and assignments as a part of the war. I knew that there were probably some away right now, and there were others who would never come home.

Despite the small jolt of pain, I put on a smile and stepped into the circle of firelight.

I was hoping to sneak in unnoticed, but that plan was ruined immediately.

“ANGIE!” The voice of my best friend at camp, Cadence Hayes, rang out across the amphitheater. And being a daughter of Apollo, her voice was loud. She ran over to me, drawing all sorts of attention, and attacked me with a hug. I nearly fell onto the ground.

“I didn’t know you were coming today!” Cady said once she had let go.

“School’s out! Of course I came.” Some of my other friends were starting to make their way over, and the other campers turned their attention back to the songs.

Cady’s face fell slightly. “Is Percy…”

“He’s here.” She physically relaxed at my words. I knew Cady and Percy were close, they were the same age after all, and kids in the same age bracket tended to be good friends at camp. I guess that's what happens when you spend every summer together since you’re twelve.

“Where is he?”

“Unpacking, and then heading to the Big House. I think he wanted to be alone tonight.”

Cadence pulled on her braid, a habit she had when she was nervous or uncomfortable. “Oh.”

“I’m sure you can see him later, though. It’s just been…”

“A lot?” Cady was good at knowing what I was trying to say.

“Yeah.”

“I get it.” I thought I was going to have my second awkward silence of the night, but our friend Rosaline swooped in just in time.

“Welcome back, Seahorse.” It wasn’t my favorite nickname, but she had coined it last summer. Since she was the only one who used it, I let it slide. Plus, being a daughter of Aphrodite, everything sounded sweeter coming out of her mouth.

I gave her a hug, and although she liked to keep things light and fun, I could tell by the way her arms tightened around me that she had been worried.

“Good to see you, Ros.” I said with a smile. The daughter of Aphrodite wrinkled her nose. I wasn’t the only one with a nickname they didn't like. She was about to say something when I felt arms hug me from behind, wrapping around my shoulders. I tensed up instinctually until I heard the honey voice of Will Solace.

“We missed you, Angie.”

I put my hands on his arms, hugging him as best I could. More people came over: our friend Evan, son of Hephesatus, the Stoll brothers, Clarisse LaRue, Silena and Beckendorf, and a few others. They were all asking about Percy, and I told them he was okay and would say hi soon. We were catching up, all talking over each other, when the sound of hooves approaching made everyone go silent. The crowd parted, and Chiron clopped over until he was standing right in front of me.

Chiron and I had an…interesting relationship. He was an incredible trainer and he was much better at running the camp than Mr. D, but we never really saw eye-to-eye. I always got the feeling he was on edge around me, and that he wished I wasn’t there. Especially around Percy. They had such a great relationship. Chiron respected my brother and saw his talents. And he appreciated them. With me, he treated me like I was an open flame that could start a forest fire at any moment and he was just waiting for a strong breeze to come along. A lot of the campers saw him as their father figure, which would’ve been nice since I never really had one of those, but to me he was just the man, well, centaur I looked to when I needed guidance or a really good vegetarian taco recipe.

“Angie,” He said with a smile. “Welcome back to Camp. I trust everything was good on the way over?”

I nodded, suddenly aware of how many people were watching the interaction. “Yes, everything was smooth. Thanks for sending Blackjack and Sparkles.”

“The pegasi were all fighting about who got to pick you up. You and your brother are very popular.”

I laughed, not quite sure how to respond.

“Speaking of…Percy. He is here, yes?”

I nodded, feeling like I was betraying my brother. He specifically did not want the whole camp knowing he was back, and here I was, telling the whole camp he was back. “Yeah, he’s here. He’s just in our cabin.”

Some people in the crowd groaned and then began walking away. It wasn’t a rule that we couldn’t go in a cabin that wasn’t ours, but it was common courtesy. And people definitely didn’t go in a different cabin uninvited. That was just rude.

“I see. If you’ll excuse me.” He gave me a smile and then addressed the crowd. “Don’t forget about curfew. See you all in the morning.” He turned back to me. “It’s nice to see you again. I’m glad you’ve made it back home.”

Home. Over the past year, Camp had definitely become one of those.

Chiron disappeared into the darkness, walking in the direction of the cabins.

“I think that’s the longest conversation I’ve ever had with him.” I said to Cady as everyone started filing out of the amphitheater. Everyone except me, Cady, Will, Evan, Rosie, and Lyric, Cady's little brother.

“Oh stop it.” Cady said with a smile. Chiron was like a dad to her, even though Apollo was pretty cool.

“I just don’t think he likes me very much!” I said with a laugh.

“He likes you!” Cady protested.

“I’m not sure about that.” Rosie interjected. “Maybe he does hate you.” Will, Evan, and I burst into laughter. Cady shoved Rosie hard. Lyric looked scandalized.

“Thank you, Rosie!” I said through giggles.

“I think you’re crazy, as always.” Evan added. “But he definitely likes Percy more than you.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” I groaned, only half joking.

“Well how can you blame them?” Will responded with a chuckle.

“Can we please not talk about how hot my brother is again.”

“It’s just so hard to not talk about it.” Rosie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I’m gonna throw up.” I said, faking a gag.

“At least you don’t have everyone talking about how hot your dad is.” Will said in defense. “Talk about awkward.”

“But Apollo is hot.” I said with a laugh.

“So is Percy!” Rosie all but yelled.

“Umm, guys?!” Cadence broke in. “Little ears!” I looked over to see Lyric wide eyed and red faced, Cady’s hands clamped over his ears. No one minded when Lyric hung around, he was sweet and pretty funny, but a lot of us forgot to watch our conversation.

“Half-bloods grow up fast, anyways.” Evan said with a shrug. “So, does anyone want to hear about the invention I’m working on?”

Everyone groaned, but that didn’t stop him from telling us every detail. I tuned out after a while, my ADHD taking my mind in a million different directions. We all sat by the fire and talked until it was almost curfew. Since none of us felt like getting eaten by harpies, we made our way to our cabins, laughing and enjoying the start of summer. The air was cool, the stars were shining, and the smell of smoke still hung on our clothes. For a moment, hearing our laughter ring out across the grass, watching other little groups of friends make their way to their beds, I almost forgot we were in the middle of a war.

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Coach III

Player: Pep Guardiola Words:5900+ Summary: After spending the night together at his hotel room reader/female-footballer and Pep have a proper goodbye at her hotel room the morning after. After, they try to navigate their lives post their one-time affair. Warnings: Infidelity, Angst, Smut, Spanish without translation A/N: This is the final chapter of the Coach series. Fun to write, but hard to finish. Fun fact: I wrote most of it last month and I had predicted Man City would win the treble and they did. I tried to up my game with the smut on this one (it's not my forte but it's fun). Thanks to all who read it.

Part 1 Part 2 ----

It was partly cloudy and colder than the day before. That day had been perfect in almost every way. You had slept with a man you had a crush on forever, being around and with him intoxicating but also it was easy, and the weather had been nicer and hotter than usual. That next day you didn’t know what to expect but you were happy even if the slightly cold breeze outside put you in a bit of a mood.

You heard a knock on the door while you were finishing packing up. It felt a bit like a deja vu, remembering the last day at the hotel for the football camp, except this time you know it’s him and you already got what you wanted. You were almost skipping over to the door knowing who it was behind it. There he was, Pep Guardiola, when you opened the door. Black cap and sunglasses on, white shirt, black jacket, and black pants. “Hi. Did the paparazzi see you in this outfit?” you said trying not to laugh “Hilarious” he said sarcastically, smiling “Get in, Hollywood” you moved to let him in.

He looked at you and seemed to scan your whole body with his eyes while the passed next to you. “I like this skirt you're wearing but isn’t it a bit cold for that today?” he said when he walked towards the bed to sit on it. He had noticed that you were wearing a short skirt that seemed more of a summer piece, and it seemed at odds with the cute sweater you were wearing. “First of all, nice to see you too and second of all, I’m not wearing it so I can wear it outside, I’m wearing so you can fuck me while I’m wearing it” you said while you approached him and sat on his lap with your back towards him. You had your pants lined up in the seat in front of the desk in your room, those were for later, you had this all planned out. If a goodbye was going to be had this morning, it had to be a physical one and fun too.

He took his sunglasses and hat off, put his arms around you, giving you a hug, holding you tight, burying his face into your back in between your shoulder blades. “Woke up in that type of mood?” he asked. You put your arms over his to hold onto the moment. His lips sprinkled kisses on your back and the back of your neck, exposed by your ponytail. “Yes, I did” His hands opened up as you let them go, and they went under your sweater to find your breasts,no bra in sight. You panties were already collecting a pool of your juices. That is the power he had over you. He held your breasts and squeezed them gently. “You want to get fucked, do you?”. You placed your hands over his hands, groping them too. “That’s why I’m here”.

“Stand up and let me see you” he said in a low voice. You did, happy to please, and turned around to look at him, smiling, swinging your hips side to side in small movements so that your skirt moved with you. “You lil’ flirt” he said as he reached for your thighs, going in between them immediately, touching your wet underwear. He stood up. “Always so eager,” he said as he looked straight into your eyes, “already wet”.

You reached for his pants searching for his visible tented crotch and said “You know how you get me going”, your clothed cunt already tingly and damped, no filter between your thoughts and words. He reached for your sweater and pulled it off while you raised your hands. Your free tits called to his mouth and he bent himself to kiss each one, with a small bite at the end that left you groaning. He went for your mouth, impatiently kissing you, opening your mouth with licks to receive his tongue inside. He pushed you back lightly, as you both moved in synchronicity towards the wall where a full body mirror hung. Your body felt light and warm. “Turn around” he said as he stepped back to look at you. You found yourself looking at yourself once you did.

“You see that beautiful woman?” he asked as he pulled up your skirt and look a the light blue satin barely covering your ass,

“Yea?” you said looking at him though the mirror

“She’s asked to get fucked” he said pulling down your skimpy underwear to your knees

“She did?” you asked feeling more excited with every action he took “Yes. Do you think she wants it enough?” he said while running his fingers up and down in between your folds.

You let a small whimper, “Yes, please, yes” taking off your underwear completely.

He slipped one finger into you, going in and out slowly, making you moan instantly, you were already so needy for him. He pumped his finger into you with a steady force. “Pep… more” you said between moans. He added another digit into you, this time going faster. His curved fingers stretched you a bit more, making space in between your walls, coming out even wetter every time he moved them out to put them in again. ``` “Do you want to watch me fuck you, baby?” he said, fingers going in and out while he looked at you in the mirror. “I want you inside me” you said in a breathy voice, pleasure choking your voice just from his initial touch. He came behind you and pulled his pants and underwear down and off to get lined up with your wet core. Meanwhile, you separated your legs more and flexed your ass towards him. He rubbed his desperate cock against the wet lips of your hole, making your need for him bubble up even more, “Don’t tease '' you pleaded. He thrusted slowly in once, and then once more, you both let out curse words as he did. He kept going, filling your pussy up, his cock slick and shiny from you, faster and harder as if he wanted to hear your moans like the night before.

“You look so hot, Y/N, your pussy drives me crazy” he said as his hands went up to cup your bouncing tits, eyes on you in the mirror.

“That pussy is yours, pound it all you want” you said, almost whining, barely able to talk. He was hitting it in a way that you couldn’t figure out but you felt wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction in being fucked in a way no man had before. He held your breasts with a firmer grip and pounded harder into you making your slapping skins make noises.

“Oh, my fucking god!” you blurted out

“That’s right, my pretty girl loves this cock inside her”

You loved how he always said sweet praises in between obscenities, you couldn’t get enough of it. You could barely can keep your eyes open from getting fucked so well, but you focused on the mirror and how hot it was to see him fuck you, he looks directly at you, mouth partly parted “Let’s go to the bed” he said, as he pumped it into you one more time and got out, leaving you mid way on a clench. You want to keep being full of him, so you rushed to the bed, leaning on it, arm opened wide to recieve your favorite man in the world at that very instant.

His warm body landed directly onto yours, lips on lips, hard dick on your toned stomach. You were so impatient for him it felt like he moved in slow motion. You smiled as he gave you a sweet kiss. “Get it in already” you said softly. He pulled you down, took your skirt off, and guided his slow hands up your legs up and over your body creating a V shape where he slipped in so happily between. He filled your core with his hard cock as you asked, with moans and grunts filling the silence in the room and you couldn’t help but wonder, How did I get so lucky? You looked up at the man you idolized as a young girl and thought was the most handsome coach in the world. There he was pinning you down with your feet in the air getting properly fucked by a dick you saw going steady and hard into and out of you. You kept looking at him enter you. You just smiled at him letting out small sounds when the friction of his cock stretching you out was overwhelming. He noticed your smile and smiled while biting his lips “You love it, don’t you? Me inside you?” and not waiting for an answer he went to drown your low moans in his mouth. He kissed you so slow and deep, while hips were still thrusting towards and into you, slow and hard, hitting a sweet spot. You grabbed his chin and cheeks to reciprocate the kiss and said “don’t stop, Pep, fuck”. He kept going hard but not as slow, as your words had encouraged him even more, he was ghosting your mouth and panting over you, his sweet warm breath hiting you “Eres otra cosa”. He stopped, leaving you whining. “Turn around for me “ he said and he let your legs come down, and helped your body move, impatient hands forcing you to land on your belly. He didn’t have to say anything, you popped your ass up and his cock found its way in between your slits and inside your core quickly like a ballroom dance couple, smooth and gracious. He did not go slowly this time, he fucked you hard, hands on your waist grabbing you firmly. He then freed a hand to grab your ass and slapped it. The sting of the action made you let out a loud moan. He hit it again and again, “You wanted to get fucked? You’re going to get fucked, hermosa”. You turned your face to see him, this was putting you over the edge and you needed to see him. The warm knot building in your stomach and pelvis was about to explode, and your pussy started clenching. He squeezes your ass and says “This is mine tonight, and I’m going to come all over it” and kept fucking you hard and deep, you felt his cock entering you, throbbing, he was close, you were close. You let an “Oh, baby, fuck” before you lost complete control as your body starts shaking, you were screaming his name and obscenities you can’t remember saying later, as he himself takes two more pumps in and got his cock out to come all over your buttcheeks while he curses and groans. You feel the stream of hot cum land on you while you come down from your high. You let your head down and look at the wall, out of breath, while you feel a piece of cloth clean your ass and a body land next to you, fingers walking all over your back. You were both panting, turned to each other, looked at each other, captivated by each other and how you can make each other feel when you’re together.

“How am I supposed to go back home after having you?” he said

“That’s exactly why you have to go back to your hotel” you said mimicking him

“You fucking clown” he said while you were giggling

He pinned you down and peppered your neck with a trail of small kisses.

“Just admit it” you said

“Admit what?” he stopped to look at you

“You’re going to miss me” you said with a sly smile

“ I am going to miss…this mouth” he said as he laid a kiss ok you lips “and this body, and you”

“Holy shit” said Maria Llompart in the dressing room “Villareal is playing Man City for the quater-finals of La Champions, they just announced it” looking at her phone. “I’m fucking coming to that game when they are here. We don’t play that day”. Your mouth was completely open, Pep? Here? You thought.

It had been a couple of months since you both left your hotel, giving each other a long hug, both running your hands through each others back’s in the elevator as it went down. “Thank you for coming, querida”, he gave you a small kiss on your hair. You squeezed him one last one. “I’ll miss this, this was fun, coach”. He laughed incredulously at the fact that you still called him coach, and shook his head. With a step back and smile you were ready to say good-bye. The elevator opened up. ‘Text me when you get home, good-bye Y/N” he said looking down, glasses and hat on, “Bye” you said looking at his back walk away from you. He headed for the hotel door while you walked to the front desk. You got in line with your small luggage, and you watched him walk away. You were feeling a bit of melancholy because this is never going to happen again. He had made it clear, and you never saw yourself as a woman who broke up a marriage, but this night made you doubt you could ever find someone to connect with as much. There he was walking out of the hotel, and probably your life. He looked back once by the automatic opening doors, you gesture a small kiss in his direction, unsure he had seen it, while he kept walking. “Y/N, home to Y/N!” said Maria, taking you off from your head “You think you’ll go? I know you love City”. You closed your mouth and swallowed, your mind going a hundred miles per hour, you hadn’t talked since you last saw each other and only texted twice very frienzoned messages. “Fuck, yes! I’m going”

The game was about to end, on a 1-1 tie, with one game to go at the Etihad. You hadn’t told Pep you were there but you thought he would think you might be there. You already had asked some staff when you got there about being near the dressing rooms to possibly getting to say hello and you had the green light. You decided to text him so he would see your text when he was back in the dress room.

<I’m here. Let’s say hello?>

You were so nervous but also confident this was going to happen. You were going to see him in person. No matter what. This is how everything with him happened, when you were determined. Maria was looking at you,

“Hey, weren’t you in that summer camp thing with Pep? You think I can meet him?”

“We can try”

“For real?”

“Yea, we actually get along”

“Are you friends or something?” “No, but he might see us. He’ll remember me. He liked how I played” You surprised yourself at how well you could lie. You didn’t plan on Maria tagging along, but you were going to take it and run with it. Your phone vibrated.

<Quick hello> he replied

“Let’s go and ask”

You talked to the staff hanging out around the visitor’s dressing room, and waved to one of Pep’s staff, Carles, you recognized coming out from the dressing room. “Hostia! Y/N!” he said walking towards you, came to greet you. “Hola! Buen juego, cabrones. A ver si les metemos dos o tres en Manchester” (Hi. Good game, fuckers. Let’s see if we put 2 or 3 in at Manchester). “Sigue soñando. Pep está adentro si lo quieres saludar” (Keep dreaming. Pep is inside if you want to say hi”) “Le dices, por fa? Para eso vine, y a presentarle a mi compañera del Villareal, Maria, es muy fan”(You could tell him please? That’s why I came over, and to introduce him to my teammate, Maria, she’s a big fan) you said while letting out a small laugh. “Ya vuelvo, no te vayas” (Be right back, stay here). You signaled Maria to come over

“It’s happening, Carles is getting him”

“You’re a legend, Y/N”

“You’re a dork, Maria”

“Sorry, I’m a big Pep fan”

“I know. Me too, I get it” You heard murmuring and shuffling of bodies in the background. Maria’s eyes opened wide. You turned around. “I couldn’t believe it when Carles told me you were here.” said the soft and raspy voice “Hello Y/N” “Hi, Coach!” you responded. You didn’t know if to go for the hands, a hug or kisses on the cheeks, but before you could make up your mind he gave you a kiss on each cheek and a small hug with a squeeze of the shoulder at the end of it. “Good to see you. How are things?” “Things are…great. Villareal is doing well, I think we might get into Champions by the end of the league. Speaking of Villareal” you turned your body to Maria “ This is my teammate Maria. We came together to see you”

“Hi, Mr. Guardiola” Maria said with a shy smile stretching out her hand “Call me Pep. Nice to meet you Maria” he said shaking her hand

“Nice to meet you too, Pep. Great game today”

“Not as good as I would have liked, but the guys did well”

“Well, Villareal at home is always tough. It’s just a fact” said Maria “Indeed it is” said Pep “And is everything okay with you in Manchester?” you asked Pep, trying your hardest to make the conversation just a bit longer so you could be around him, breathing the same air, even for a minute more.

“Yea, family is well, kids are healthy, team is adapting well, closing in on Arsenal. Barely sleeping. Same old” said Pep, looking at you. “Good. I hope we beat you though”

“Oh, I thought we were friends”

“You were wrong” you said as you smiled and winked at him

Maria giggled “Oh, coach. She’s really competitive” “Yes, and hot head. I remember” he said putting his hand on your arm “ I have to get going, but it was good to see you, and nice to meet you, Maria”

“Have a good night, coach Pep” said Maria.

“Bye Y/N” he came in for another set of kisses and subtly squeezed your waist while he was at it

“Bye, Pep” you said nodding and smiling

On your way to your cars Maria was nerding out on what just happened “I’m going to tell everyone at training! He was so nice! That was so cool!” your younger teammate wasn’t playing it cool, fangirling the whole way back.

“He usually is nice, unless you piss him off” “Did you ever piss him off at camp?”

“Just once, don’t recommend it”

“What did you do?”

“Well…” What the fuck were you supposed to tell her? That you told him you had a crush on him? And he told you to back the fuck back to yout hotel room. No. “ I didn’t do exactly what he told me to do in a training exercise”

“Oh! Sounds like a coach” Maria stopped walking “Here’s my car. See you tomorrow at training!” said Maria, giving you good-bye kisses.

“See you then”

Your phone was going off in your bag “Coach P” was calling you. Your felt your whole body jump. Why was he calling you? “Hola?” you answered

“Where are you?” said the voice on the phone “I’m in the staff parking lot, getting in my car. Why?” “Which one is your car?”

“It’s a blue electric Benz? What’s going on?” “Nothing. Get in the car, I’m coming over” he said and hung up You almost ran the 10 feet left to get to your car, got in, turned on the radio, the AC, and put on some 2010 indie pop mix to calm your nerves, the things you would listen to as a teenager when you had a mad crush on a boy. The type of boy that wouldn’t like you back because you always were better than him at football. They were mad at you, intimidated by you, and hated that you would look so good in a dress too. Now, this boy did like you back, but you already knew you weren’t going to get him in the long run anyway.

The passenger door opened and Pep sat down. You lowered the volume of the music, and stared at him trying to figure out what is going on. He moved his whole body towards you and without even settling down he blurted out “You can’t come see me ever again, Do you understand?”

“What? Why? I didn’t mean anything by it, Pep. I was just saying hello to my colleague”

“I’m not just your colleague and you know that” he said in an annoyed tone

“I just wanted to see you, say hello” you said.

Your mind was trying to catch up to this conversation. What had you done that was so wrong?

”I can’t think straight when you’re around and I don’t want any trouble. Our thing is done” his voice had a weird tone about it, and you coudn’t pin it. Somwhere between anger and desperation.

“Well, that’s not my fault, I don’t control you” you shot back as you were getting a bit annoyed at him ”I wasn’t asking for anything. I asked you if I could see you before we went to try to see you”

“I didn’t know I was going to regret it, I’m just letting you know now, let’s just avoid each other in the future, okay?”

This fucking man, you thought. You felt the mad heat coming over you, but didn’t want to lose your temper but you felt he was being really unfair to you.

“Let me get this fucking straight” you said as you turned your body towards him as well “you’re annoyed at me because you like me? That’s fucking dumb, are you five years old?” you finished, glaring at him.

He pulled you by your shoulder towards him, with one hand, and planted a kiss on your lips. He took his other hand on the back of your neck while his lips were desperate and sloopy on yours. Lips, tongue,saliva, teeth, everything, all of it, coming fast and decisive over yours. He wanted, needed more. And you let it. You let him kiss you, grab you, touch your breasts. You let it because you wanted him as much as he did you, even more perhaps, your hands resting on him. He made you feel an ache, a want in your being no one else did. He didn’t know but you couldn’t shake him or what had happened between you. You had a few dates with different men in the couple months after your one time fling, but everything felt so subdued after, like looking through a blurry filter. It didn't feel the same. Even the sex felt different, passionless, bland in comparison.

You felt his grip on you losen, and his kissing calming down, like he was slowly letting go of whatever idea or feeling that had made you the target of his desires. He finally sat back, separating himself from you. You both stared at each other. “I have to go” said Pep “Pep…” you wanted to say something but just couldn’t figure out what to say. There was nothing to say. There was nothing there but the wish of something that can’t happen, won’t happen.

“...it’s better if we don’t see each other again” he said “It’s not like this with anyone else” you said with a bit of sadness, realizing what you wanted to say, while looking at your dashboard. “Like what?” “I don’t ever feel like I do with you, with others. I don’t know. This connected” you said trying to explain what the post international break had felt like. “I know...but we’ll be all right because we’re doing the right thing”

“Right” you said with dissapointment

“Time will make it better, like anything. That you learn with age” he said while putting his hand over yours. You caressed the side of his hand with your thumb.

“At least text me every now and then, like we’re friends” you said feeling a bit desperate to have something to hold on to, to look forward to.

“We’re not going to be friends, but, I think I can do that. The texting”

“I wish you didn’t come here, you just ruined my fucking night” you said pouting and looking to the side, you didn’t want to look at him anymore,

‘“You and your pout” he said. He gave you a small kiss, a hug and whispered “Bye, dear Y/N”

You kissed his neck “Bye, Pep” He got out of the car and walked back to the stadium. You felt like you were out of air, like someone had let something rip inside your lungs and deprived you of that which gave you life, but you turned the music on and headed back to your apartment. You sang the whole time trying to not think about what just happened. But when you got home, got ready for bed, and laid on it, you looked up at the ceiling and thought about everything that transpired, tears came out on their own. What an idiot, don’t cry, you thought. You closed your eyes to force yourself to sleep and forget it ever happened.

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“Vamooooos, hostiaaaaa!!!” screamed Patri running up to you celebrating the fact that you had just won against Manchester City Women in the quarter finals of the women's Champions League at the Etihad. You gave her a high five after screaming all the way to meet her. You looked around at all the blaugrana shirts near you with happiness, then looked up to see the sea of sky blue in the stands. He should be here, and proud of you.

You had gotten the call from Fc Barcelona Femení in May of the year before, apparently you were one of the last signings they started working on for the summer. They talked to your agent and then coach Jonathan called you. You tried to keep your cool during the call but you were ready to scream “Yes, Yes! Of course I’m coming this summer, this is my dream” but you just said thank you to the coach for his call and hung up. You called your agent and shouted at him “You have to make this happen!!!” and he did.

The day of your presentation Pep texted you with a simple <Welcome to the best club in the world. Congratulations. You deserve it>

You replied <Thank you 💙❤️. You helped me get here, this is yours as well, in a way. Thanks for your advice and support. 💓>.

You only texted each other at the end of the season when he won a domestic double and the Champions League. You texted him to congratulate him each time, you saw every City game you could. He replied with Thank you and nothing else. Quick texts wishing each other good luck when the season started and on your birthdays, both in January.

So, there you were, the whistle blew at the Etihad. Fc Barcelona Femení had beaten Manchester City Women 1-3, and your new team was going to the semi-final. You were in the visitors dressing room, just got out of the showers, getting dressed, putting your jacket on when you heard

“Y/N, someone is looking for you, just outside the dressing room” said one of the staff

“Who?” you asked

“They told me not to tell you, but, it’s someone you want to see, I swear” they said smiling.

“Oh,” you said. You knew. It had to be him. “I’ll be right out”

There were a couple of people in the hall outside the dressing room, you could hear his raspy voice from afar, talking to a Barça staff member. You walked over to him, hair wet, black baggy pants, an Adidas halter, a thick jacket over it, and Adidas shoes. He looked in your direction.

“Hey,” you said when you were near him “were you the one asking for me?” and smiled

“Correct. Nice to see you Y/N” said Pep

Andrés from the Barcelona staff excused himself to make way for a conversation he clearly wasn’t invited into. You looked at Andrés walk away until he was far enough from you for you to talk freely “You broke your own rule, Guardiola,” you said referring to his request to not see each other in person anymore.

“I heard you have a boyfriend now, I think we’re safe, no?” and gave you a tight hug and hello kisses. “You were great out there” he said as he took a step back, giving you pats on your shoulder. What he had heard was right. You did have a boyfriend and a serious one. You had been dating him since the fall and it was the middle of March now. You met him through one of the Femení staff members, he was a friend of one of the physios. Ander was Spanish, well, Basque, originally from Santander but lived in Barcelona. He had just turned 31 years old in December, and worked in physical therapy. He was sweet, attentive, made you laugh, liked football and working out, surfed sometimes, and had great chemistry with you inside and outside of the bedroom. He was just a bit taller than you, had dark hair, olive skin, fit physique, your type. He tried hard to make you fall in love with him during your short courtship and he always tried to make you happy. He fell hard for you and you for him. You had zero complaints. You found joy in being in love and feeling desired without shame or guilt.

“Thanks. It was a good match, I think we did well”

“You did well, Y/N. The growth is there. Keep it up. I have notes but I’m sure Jonathan and the analysts will tell you”

“Thanks, coach, I’m sure they will. Had a good time out there”

“Stop calling me coach”

You chuckled “Thanks, Pep. It’s good to see you…” you paused trying to decide if it was okay to say what you were thinking “...you look good, you look happy” he had a twinkle in his eye he didn’t have the last time you saw him.

“You too, beautiful too, actually”

“That’s sweet of you” you replied looking down feeling a bit embarrassed by his compliment

“How are things with the boyfriend? Are you….connected?” He had remembered your words, and you knew exactly what he meant, you had thought about that last conversation so many times it almost felt like a movie in your head. “Yes, as close as it can get to...um…before. It’s good” “Hm” he nodded and scratch his head

“How about you, with your wife?” “It’s going great, actually. We kind of had a respark after a certain someone wasn’t around anymore”

“I bet… connected too?”

“Same as you”

You nodded “Are you happy?” he asked

“Yes, I am.” you said smiling “It was a bit rough after last time at Villareal and the move to Barcelona was crazy but I’m great now. You?”

“So so great” Pep looked over your shoulder “‘The barça cameras are coming over”

“Oh, fuck” you said without moving

“It’s fine, just keep talking” “So, anyway, when I subbed Aitana she said watch out for the number 7, she’s gonna kick the shit out of you if you don’t move fast enough”

“Ha! Laura is a tough defensive midfielder, I’m not surprised”

You could see the flash going off while you were talking “Pep. Y/N. Excuse me. Can you look over here?” asked Laura, the photographer, interrupting.

You turned around and smiled for the camera, he went to stand just next to you, getting close to each other, arms behind each other’s back. Laura took a few photos, “That’s great, good, thanks”. “All right, I gotta go, but I’m glad I got to see you” he said while patting your back “You too” you said as you caressed his back lightly. “Pep can we get a few more pics with Alexia and Aitana? They just stepped out of the dressing room!” asked Laura

“Of course! I want to say hello to the Balon D’or winners'' he replied

While he mingled and took photos with your mythical teammates you stared at the scene smiling. He looked over at you a few times noticing you had not moved. You thought about how he had made you feel before and how that was just a memory now. You still liked him but not like before. You had found what you wanted and needed elsewhere, but couldn’t deny that what had happened between you too had impacted how you felt about relationships and connecting with people. He was now just your childhood hero and teacher, in more than one sense. You were always going to be linked somehow. He said goodbye to Alexia and Aitana and walked towards you one more time. “Send me the picture when you get it” he said softly grabbing your shoulder before walking down the hall. You walked to the dressing room, and before going in you looked back to see him leave one last time.

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Two weeks after you sent him the photo Laura took he sent you a picture of your picture together framed on a desk. Your picture was side by side with players that had played with him, like Kevin De Bruyne, Ruben Dias, Joshua Kimmish, Leo Messi and Iniesta.

<Now you’re with all my kids> said the message accompanied the photo

<Yes, yours is the extra special one>

It felt like you too would always have each other present in each other’s thoughts, but nothing more.

“Babe? Food is ready. Do you want to eat now or wait a bit?” said Ander from the kitchen

“Now is fine, babe” you replied and walked over to look at what he had made. “This smells amazing, Ander!”

“I gotta keep my girl healthy and fed, she has to win La Liga F, Champions and La Copa de La Reina”

“You’re such a dork,” you said with a chuckle “love you, I’m sure it’s delicious ” and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yo también te amo, bonita,” he said “now, could you pass me those blue plates on your left side?”

Domestic bliss fit you well, made you feel understood, taken care of. It made you happy. It turned out that sometimes what you need is not necessarily what you want. You now understood why Pep could never let go of his own domestic life, no matter how intense the two of you felt together. That was momentary and this was long lasting. Pep didn’t know, but you also had the photo of you two together framed in your apartment, next to the one with the girls from Barça femení and a pic from the day of your Villareal debut with your parents. With the special ones.

#pep guardiola #pep guardiola imagine #pep guardiola x reader #pep guardiola fan fic #pep guardiola smut #football fan fic #futbol fan fic

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hopelessromance21 · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ,

ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴠɪsɪᴛ,

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ

ɪᴍᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴏʀɴ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ‘ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs’

[ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ] 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙔𝙈𝙄𝘼” (2/3)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,358

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Part 2 💃 Things get a little 🌶️ towards the end. The third and final chapter is nothing but smut, basically.

June and Lune is @simpymf ‘s character and this whole thing is her getting her One Chance.

THE SURFACE

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄/𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄’𝐒

𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

21XX

[ᴘ ᴀ ᴄ ɪ ғ ɪ s ᴛ]

It had been several weeks since the last date without much said between you and Lune. Unfortunately life got in the way of dating at times, and Lune found her schedule just as swamped as yours.

According to June, everything was fine. You weren’t mad, just too busy to return to late night dates with Lune. You missed her and told her so through text. June tried to coach Lune on what to say back.

‘Say “I miss you too!”’

‘But I don’t.’

‘WH-! Lune!!’

‘June, I’m literally, physically incapable of giving a shit.’

‘So you’re gonna tell her you DON’T miss her?!’

“Mmh…”

Lune contemplated what to say as your text message remained open. Her thumbs tapped on the screen as she wrote a phrase, then deleted it letter by letter and rethought her reply.

Finally, she simply typed and sent: yeah.

‘Lune!!’

“Tch-” Lune scoffed, shrugging off June’s persistent presence in her mind to focus on preparing for work.

Lune tied up her hair into a high ponytail, studying the subtle makeup that fell within the requirements outlined in the group text.

“They better not make me wear that damn bunny suit,” Lune huffed, smacking her lips together as the wine-red color popped against her pale complexion.

Dressed to go in her jeans and t-shirt, Lune shrugged on a jacket to shield against the chill outside. She slipped on her shoes and exited her home devoid of enthusiasm, twisting the keys into the lock to secure the door before leaving.

She met her walk to work with a sour grimace, stepping with haste to arrive at the grimy bar that paraded as a classier establishment.

Stepping to the door, Lune walked in, briefly nodding to the bouncer that guarded the entrance. She maneuvered through the dimly-lit bar scene as music played overhead and several early drinkers sat perched at the bar.

Lune slipped into the employee room in the back, stepping up to her locker that remained shuttered shut with the padlock.

She twisted the dial several times to input the series of numbers that unlocked it. When she heard it click and the latch loosen, she removed it to swing the door open.

Hanging on the inside of the locker door sat a black leotard and a bunny-ear headband.

“Motherfucker…”

Lune glared at the suit, contemplating burning it and doing her shift in her jeans and t-shirt…

Ultimately deciding the paycheck outweighed her petty desires, Lune groaned as she took the outfit on the hanger and walked to the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall and struggled with the outfit, nearly tearing the fishnet tights as she tugged them on before the nearly leather-looking leotard.

The last item, after the uncomfortable heels, were the bunny ears. She scowled at them in one final resistance before setting them on her head.

She exited the stall feeling somewhat defeated by the outfit constricting her every move. Sizing herself up in the mirror, Lune loathed her appearance, dressed up to serve boozy drinks to the handsy customers outside. Already her blood pressure began to rise, knowing she could look forward to a night of handsy customers and sly comments from her manager.

Rolling her eyes, Lune left the bathroom and returned her clothes to her locker, keeping them safe for the duration of her shift. Shifting the butt of her leotard to avoid a wedgie, Lune stepped out into the club with a look of restrained contempt.

Clocked in, she begrudgingly got to work, delivering trays of drinks to drunken and giggly bachelorette parties, preoccupied couples, and a mixture of frat boys and businessmen who made passes as she walked by.

Every drunk, sloppy grab of Lune’s body fueled her aggravation, shaping her shift to be the worst of the worst. She could endure this better than most of her coworkers, being emotionally dead and so not subject to common feelings such as offense, embarrassment, or rage. But still, even she had a tipping point, and warned her customers with her biting glare.

Two hours into her shift, Lune found her rhythm and began steadily taking orders, delivering drinks, and shooting down advances from beer-sipping men. All was running smoothly…

Until you appeared.

Two and a half hours earlier, you received the dull reply from Lune in text. A brief ‘yeah.’ in reply to your heartfelt ‘I miss you, hope we can see each other soon!’. You weren’t sure how to gauge it. It was hard to gauge her in general, and overall you were feeling uncertain about your ‘relationship’.

You were into her, fully and obviously, but Lune didn’t give you many signs to assure you she thought the same. The times she would briefly touch you or return some form of affection, you would exaggerate it in the moment. But during your days away from her, you wondered if she was simply entertaining you for the sake of you and June’s relationship. Playing the part without any real desire for you.

With your night surprisingly free for once in a few weeks, your first instinct was to see if Lune was free as well. But just as you began to type your invitation, you remembered that she worked tonight. Your excitement deflated at the thought of another night ending early, drowning in your doubts and wondering if your relationship was doomed…

“… of a vibe to keep the creeps off of me. It’s just a seedy joint. Not a place you’d be into.”

“Oh really? You don’t think I’m the type to go there?”

You looked up from your phone with the memory, recalling the thought that crossed your mind in that moment.

I wouldn’t mind seeing her at work… especially if what June told me was true…

You turned to check the time and figured if you ate dinner, showered and got ready now, you could be there in two hours.

You ate something light and cleaned up from your day of work, thankful that you got off early and work was easy enough to not leave you completely drained. After your shower you dressed, did your makeup, and collected all your necessary items before leaving the house.

Though June had told you— in her excitement and forgetfulness of her promise to Lune— the club’s name and rough location, you typed it into your maps anyway to see how far it was and get an address for your Uber. With that in hand, you made the trip over, briefly conversing with your driver on the way.

When you arrived at the club, you climbed out of the car and stepped to the small line formed outside of the door. A bouncer at the door checked in everyone that arrived, viewing their ID’s and stamping their hand accordingly. When you reached the door you produced your ID, soon receiving a stamp on the top of your hand before you entered the building.

Inside, strobing lights flashed overhead, the only light to permeate the otherwise dim rooms dotted with tables. All throughout the building, waitresses walked back and forth from the table to the bar, delivering drinks and taking orders. All were dressed in black leotards, fishnet tights, with bunny ears bobbing above their heads on headbands. A live band played on the stage at the end of the room, but was mostly ignored by the tenants.

You stepped up to the hostess table where an unenthused woman waited. She looked at you and began reaching for a menu under the table.

“Just one?”

“Yes… could I be put in Lune’s section?” You asked, taking a step to follow her as she began walking away.

“Pfft- sure.”

You frowned at her tone of amusement and dismissal as she took you to a table and slapped your menu onto it. You quietly thanked her as she walked away but didn’t care if she heard you or not.

You took your seat and looked around, viewing the occupants of the other tables. Seated at most of the tables were men, sitting tensely and looking around in suspense. Viewing them, you counted a majority of younger men, some with pissed girlfriends, but also a handful of lone older men leering at other waitresses that passed by before returning to what kept their attention.

You settled into your seat and waited in growing anticipation for your waitress to arrive. Other women passed around you, with trays carried on their shoulders holding multiple drinks.

“Fuck off before you lose a hand, shithead-”

The all-too-familiar sound of Lune’s growling voice brought you to snap your head in its direction. You saw her standing over a seated man, red lips scowling while she held a platter of empty glasses above her head. Her black leotard fit snugly around her body, cinched at her waist and strapped high on her hips. One of her bunny ears curled down while the other remained straight and upright, and her pastel pink hair hung loose around her shoulders.

She turned away from the table to walk away, her eyes scanning across the room and instantly landing on you.

You, seated at a table in her section. You, wearing little black shorts and black tights, and a see-through lace shirt that showed the black bra you wore underneath.

You smiled at her, growing nervous under her blank stare.

Lune stared at you for several moments in complete silence before a drunken man shouted from a distant table, awakening her from her shock. She took one final look at you before walking away, her tray in hand.

You felt disappointment blossom in your chest, though you didn’t know why. You figured she would be busy and wouldn’t have time to linger at your table, but you also hoped she would at least stop by to say hello once she saw you. Your hopes for the night drastically deflated, left to wonder why Lune appeared uninterested at your presence.

You let your eyes wander around the room, viewing the other waitresses pass by or observing the other customers enjoying their night in the darkness of the rooms, some utilizing their tables being in the far corner to drunkenly feel up their partner.

You let out a huff of air in your solitude, not noticing the person standing at your shoulder and staring down at you.

“Come with me,” Lune spoke suddenly in your ear, grabbing your arm as she urged you to stand. Startled, you obeyed, eyes wide as you were escorted away from your table by Lune.

She walked with you in silence, only causing your gut to churn with worry. Was she mad that you were here? Did you do something wrong? Was this the final straw for her?

Her grip on your arm was commanding and slightly bruising. You could feel your flesh growing tender under her fingers.

Her black heels clicked on the tile as she brought you to a door, entering and crossing through the small kitchen before reaching the break room. The fluorescent lights hummed above as you stood alone in the room with Lune.

Lune released your arm and turned to face you, expression unreadable as her stare alone backed you into the row of lockers set against the wall. Her eyes scanned over you in a brief examination of your outfit.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, voice low, standing over you and effectively cornering you with her body.

“I… I wanted to see you,” you answered, her stare on you feeling heavy and making you warm.

She hardly blinked, her brows just barely twitching in doubt.

“See me, at my job? Why the fuck would you do that?”

You weren’t sure how to answer, thinking it was obvious why. You missed her. You wanted her, but she barely gave you anything to work with. Even now, with doubt and nervousness overtaking your thoughts, you still found her extremely attractive as she kept you pressed against the wall without a touch on your body.

“I… I wanted to surprise you. I was free and I- I just thought… I thought you might like seeing me…”

Lune stared at you intently, as if trying to peer deep within you to see a hidden secret. Something to explain to her why the fuck you cared so much.

She couldn’t understand it— your care and attention for her was baffling. She knew she was a pain in the ass to deal with, to bond or connect with. She struggled to sort her feelings from the ones she borrowed from June but she knew she cared. And she knew she was bad at expressing that she cared about you.

God, Lune just wanted to show you. Fuck if she knew how, but she was growing desperate. Even she could see that as forgiving and as patient as you were, even you were growing restless.

Waiting in her silence, you looked down, already assuming rejection. You felt too cowardly to meet her intense eyes as they remained trained to your every move. You couldn’t see the thoughts running behind her eyes, but going off the way her stare intensified and her brow cinched, you took it as nothing good.

Lune narrowed her eyes and tilted her head down, taking your appearance in again. Her eyes trailed over your legs clothed in the fabric of your black tights, then up to your shorts, and then up further to your torso, clothed in a mesh long-sleeve shirt with lace patterning here and there, showing the black bra worn beneath it.

Subtly, her brow twitched.

‘Fuck. I’m an idiot…’

“… So, you decided to show up here… wearing that?” She asked, her voice drawling and her tongue flicking out to lick her lips.

Your face grew red as you looked down at your outfit that, yes, you hoped would get her attention. Something about her voice made your stomach flip, nerves turning to butterflies.

“Y… yeah… I thought you might like it…”

Your breath hitched as you felt her hand on your hip and her thumb grazing over your waist, the warmth of her finger felt through the lace of your shirt.

She stood over you in silence, breathing softly as she stared intently at your body. She watched you react, your breath flinching but you not fleeing from her touch. You seemed to crave it, leaning into her hand.

You lifted your eyes to finally view her, finding her looming over you, her eyes occupied on your body wrapped in black lace and her face dusted with red.

You bit your lip as you stared at her, finding comfort in the fact she seemed somewhat interested in your appearance— something that you hadn’t seen in her. She wasn’t one to admire as openly as June, and even if you did find Lune looking you over, you couldn’t recognize the muted interest in her eyes.

Lune breathed out slowly as her eyes rose to look into yours. You stared back, waiting for the words you could sense brewing within her.

“I don’t get why… why you care about me,” she mumbled, stepping closer, leaving you truly pinned between her and the locker. “It’s not like I’m a great girlfriend…”

Your eyes grew wide in momentary shock, surprised to hear such words of self doubt said by Lune, or even claim herself to be your girlfriend. In the span of you going out, there had never been a title, no official label of what she was to you.

“Lune…”

You reached up, holding her face in your palms. You watched her, feeling the warmth of her face in your palms. Lune looked away in shame, but allowed her cheeks to rest in your hands.

“I don’t know how to show you that I… I care. In my way.”

Instantly, your features relaxed in relief. You smiled up at her, thumbs stroking beneath her eyes.

“It’s okay… how about we try this…”

As you whispered these words, you leaned closer, eyes lifted to look into hers. When she didn’t move away, you closed the space between you and kissed her.

Lune stood still and motionless for the kiss, taking in the feeling of your lips on hers, of your warm body pressed against her, of your hands sliding along her waist to palm her back. Her brow creased in thought, eyes open, processing this, you, her own diluted feelings..

You began to pull away after no reaction from Lune, eyes peeking open to see a split second of her decided expression before her lips chased after yours and pulled you into a firmer kiss. You gasped as she pinned you against the lockers, a hand placed beside your head and the other holding your hip.

Her eyes closed and brow furrowed in determination, Lune kissed you forcefully, deciding that, yes, she could show you like this. Show you how much she wanted you.

Her mouth moved furiously against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth and writhing against your own. You shuddered, overjoyed to find yourself receiving such passionate affection from your normally stoic girlfriend, your hands on her back, fingers splayed to hold as much of her as you could and pull her closer to your body.

Your breaths mingled together as you breathed each other in, Lune acting as if she was starving for you as she tilted her head at an angle to idle longer in the kiss, making it all the more deeper. Her hips pressed against yours, holding you up against the wall, your heart rate spiking and heat flowing throughout your body.

Sounds from outside, of footsteps and clamoring and a drunken shout, awoke the both of you back to reality. Lune pulled away with a huff, finding you and her still in the break room of her workplace.

You desperately tried to catch your breath after being subjected to no air for longer than you were used to. You stared up at Lune with a dazed look in your eyes, already wanting to coax her back for a third round. Your hands fidgeted with her clothing, itching to take it off. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, feel the blood pumping all the way down to your toes. You felt red and warm and almost a little tipsy from Lune’s kiss.

Feeling your restless fingers toying with the zipper of her leotard, Lune pulled your wrists away with an easy grip, her eyes holding steady on your face— appearing unphased by your shared kiss with the only exception of her blushing face.

“We- we can’t do that… here…” she mumbled, glancing to the unlocked door that threatened to reveal you and her to an unsuspecting coworker at any moment.

You pouted at her rationality, soothed only when Lune leaned down and began whispering in your ear— her hand traveling down to cup your ass.

“My shift ends in five hours. If you can wait for me at home… maybe I’ll be nice and pick up where we left off…”

You began to speak in agreement, only to be stopped as Lune’s tongue traced over your neck with her hot breath.

“And I’ll make up for leaving you waiting for so long…”

Her tone and her grip on your rear rendered you speechless, mouth hanging open in shock, searching for any words left in your dazed mind.

You watched her step back, her hands leaving your body as much as you wished otherwise. You realized she was waiting for your answer in the following silence, her arms crossed as she stared at you.

“Y-Yeah— yes, I can… I can wait for you,” you answered, somehow still breathless.

You saw the corner of Lune’s mouth twitch up, pleased, or maybe amused by you. She stepped closer to you again, reaching beside you to her locker door. You turned to watch her twist the padlock several times before opening the metal door. She reached inside and procured her keys, jingling on a key ring.

She put them in your hand and looked you over one more time before stepping to the door.

“See you at home.”

#undertale #undertale fic #discord rp origins #discord rp oc #undertale oc x reader #x reader #part 2 #oh boy #you know what #i can see it #3k words #alexithymia #job is vaguely a strip club #simpy finally gets her One Chance

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sin-n-city · 8 years ago

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Ignited: Transpire

Ignited Chapter 3- Transpire

Pairing: Dan Howell/ Phil Lester and PJ Liguori/ Chris Kendall

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing and eventual fluff/smutt

Word Count: 3,062

Summary: AU superpowers. The lights has been there for as long as Dan can remember. It’s apart of him and he can’t help but love the light. But sometimes the burning and itching under his skin won’t leave until it shines bright and illuminates the sky.

Dan’s life changes forever when he is trust into a world of magic and mystery inside the walls of the Nova Institute for the Exceptionally Gifted and Talented. Dan Howell/Phil Lester, PJ Liguori/ Chris Kendall.

Notes: I hope your all enjoying this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!

Link to Chapter 2 Link to Chapter 1

Any possible sentence formation instantly disappears. It takes all of Dan’s willpower to stop his jaw actually opening in shock. He glances from Phil, to the right hand side where Chris has already been let in. He looks back at Phil, nerves filling him because this can not be happening.

Phil smile turns from something enthusiastic to something a little more mellow, assumably because he’s guessing Dan is nervous. Which he definitely is. As well of a whole lot of other emotions swirling around in his head.

“Want to come in?”

Phil moves to the side and Dan takes a few more moments before he follow the que, walking slightly past his roommate.

He’s momentarily distracted. The room is how he expected it, yet not quite. It’s relatively large, more so then he would expect a dorm at a regular school to be. He’s walked into a lounge, an L shaped dark gray couch occupying the space on the right hand side. Directly across from it is a TV, and further down is a small kitchenette, which to Dan’s knowledge appears to have a sink, a microwave, and a mini bar fridge. There’s two doors, one on the opposite wall of the entrance hall and next to a bookshelf, and another on the right hand side a bit past the couch.

He prays to whatever god will hear him that it’s two separate bedrooms. He’ll take a communal bathroom.

“Better than expected?”

Dan glances back at Phil and offers him a small nod. Dread washes over him, because what if this guy’s ability is mind reading? He’s totally fucked.

“Maybe you’d like a tour?” Phil questions again and Dan just shrugs in response. However, his roommate continues as though Dan is not blatantly attempting to ignore him.

Phil takes it in his stride, accepting that as a yes and continuing on. “So obviously this is the lounge room, equipped with netflix. It’s actually my account but I’m happy to share it. Theres the kitchen, we don’t really have cooking facilities because all meals are provided by the cafeteria, but we are encouraged to bring drinks and extra food up for whenever we feel like it. It’s open access except for curfew hours. A lot of nova’s need additional food to compensate for the energy output, so there's always something around.”

The word nova’s being used so casually sort of freaks Dan out. It’s like he’s finally labeled, like he’s actually apart of something. He isn’t the only one. It’s oddly comforting, but at the same, time impossibly scary.

Phil walks towards one of the doors, the one to the right. He looks over his shoulder as though he is inviting Dan to follow. He does, and as Phil opens the door he realises his previous worries were correct.

It’s a bathroom, fully equipped with a decent sized shower and toilet. There are dark blue towels hanging on the towel rack, and an array of scented shower gels inside the shower mantel piece. Phil gives Dan a moment to take it all in before he is walking towards the next door.

Dan doesn’t have to guess. He know’s that him and Phil will be sharing a room together. Dan takes a step inside. The room, although decently sized, is still shared, with one bed pressed horizontally against the corners of the right and front walls. The other one is on the far left, vertically facing towards the door. There are two sets of desks in the room, a large window that they face out to. The have matching bedside tables, and two wardrobes.

Fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, he tries to soak it all in. It isn’t even the fact that for some ungodly reason he got placed with Phil, but for the fact he will also have to share a room, when he has very little control over his abilities.

“I sort of had my stuff everywhere but I've moved it all to one side. If you find some sort of adapter or something that isn't yours by your desk or what not just move it. I’m pretty sure I got everything but I was in a bit of a rush when they told me we would be sharing. So there's a chance I've probably left a few things, actually.”

Phil laughs at the end, smiling widely and friendly. It should be comforting. And maybe it sort of is. But for the most part, it does not extinguish the nerves fluttering in Dan's stomach.

For the upmost time in the past few days, he feels his ability prinkle under his skin, reacting to his emotions as he tries to desperately to keep himself in check. He takes a few calm breaths, willing himself not to lose it just yet.

Phil’s bright blue eyes soften and he looks sympathetic.

“So, I guess this is all kind of overwhelming, and I know you don’t know me or, like- basically, this school is going to help. So don’t worry. There is nothing you could do here that hasn’t been done before.”

It does put Dan’s mind to ease a little, but he still doesn’t look at Phil. Instead, he looks over to his bed. He assumes the one with the green duvet cover is Phil’s and his is the pale gray one in the corner bed.

“I’ll let you get settled.” Phil comments, “All your stuff has already been brought up, just in the closet.”

He gives one final smile before he turns away, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Dan take a few steps, collapsing onto the bed.

Instead of unpacking, he just falls asleep.

He naps for probably a bit too long. It’s several hours after his fallen asleep. His things are still unpacked, and he should probably clean them, or at least hang his clothes up. Dan doesn’t though. He rubs the remaining sleep from his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

He trudges out of the room, opening the door slowly.

Phil’s nowhere in sight.

It puts his mind to rest a bit. He tells himself that it shouldn’t, that this is a school designed to handle people like him. But at the same time, they don’t know what he’s capable of. Phil surely doesn't either. They might be the same age, but he’s willing to bet that Phil doesn’t randomly explode when his emotions are too high, or that there is a constant ache under his skin.

He pushes those thoughts to the side.

It’s half past seven, on the later side and he’s practically starving. He doesn’t know what time dinner is - he should probably get around to reading that manual - but Phil mentioned that the kitchens were always open before curfew, so he’s going to take his word for it and head over there to find something to eat.

It’s only a few more moments before he is out in the unfamiliar halls, trekking back through what he thinks is the correct way towards the dining wing.

It feels less weird as he enters the courtyard. There are others here now. Not too many, but enough, socialising. There's a girl blowing bubbles, literally flying out of her mouth and up into the air in different shapes. The two other girls around her laugh. The blonde one points her finger at them, a small bolt of electricity shooting out of it and hitting it dead in the center.

Dan almost stops in his tracks. He has to remind himself that this is normal.

That he can do that too.

Just like those girls, he’s a Nova.

He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It’s long gone dark when Dan finally returns to his room. He unlocks the door, taking a few steps in before closing it behind him.

“Welcome back.”

Dan jumps a little at the voice, because even if he was expecting someone, it would have been Phil.

“Chris?” Dan asks. He walks a few more steps to find Chris lounging about on the couch, TV moved to his side, and a packet of half empty chips on his lap.

Chris just grins at him before shoving a few more chips into his mouth.

“How did you...get in?”

Glancing back at the TV, Chris replies. “It’s amazing what you can do when you can break the sound barrier.”

Dan raises his eyebrow, because that doesn’t make any sense. At all.

“I’m kidding,” Chris jokes. “Your roomie let me in.”

He can’t help it, he visibly frowns. Not so much at anything in particular, just the constant reminder that he needs to get himself under control, because his family’s not around to cover for him if he actually fucks up. “Where is he?”

“I think he went somewhere with Peej. They invited me but I said I’d wait for you here. Phil offered free Netflix. And junk food. No mortal soul could resist that.”

Dan laughs, shaking his head. “Who is Peej?”

“My overly attractive roommate. It’s like the universe loves me. Or hates me, I haven't really decided yet.”

Dan physically has to stop himself from letting out a groan. Because he kind of feels exactly the same. He’s not going to tell Chris that, however.

He shrugs, “Probably a bit of both.”

Chris just shoves a few more chips in his mouth, looking like he is contemplating something, no doubt to do with his roommate. It’s then Dan realises that he doesn’t exactly know why Chris has come round to see him. Or, what he is even doing in his room in the first place.

“Is there a reason you came round?” Dan asks, and to his surprise, Chris just shakes his head. He shrugs and pats a spot next to him on the couch.

“Fate Dan. We both started at the institution at the same time, and got put in parallel rooms. Romeo and Juliet. With less making out. That’s reserved for others, unfortunately,” Chris replies with something Dan would describe as a shit eating grin. He says it in a perfectly posh british accent as well, which he has no doubtedly picked up from someone he has heard before. His usual voice is much too northern for him to have picked it up naturally.

“Right,” Dan agrees, but there's a smile on his face, because Chris is definitely crazy, and despite everything, for the first time in his life, having someone to talk to is really refreshing. Even if it is sort of unwillingly, and even if it is making him a tad uncomfortable. He has no idea what to do with himself, and though part of him wants to bolt, he doesn’t. He just stands there, stock still and unsure of himself.

Chris looks at him questionably, and it occurs to Dan that he is waiting for him to quit awkwardly lingering in the doorway and actually take the seat that was offered to him. He does, somewhat hesitantly.

“Have you read the introduction book yet?” Chris asks, offering the chip packet to Dan. Dan shakes his head. He probably should have, but this is all a little overwhelming and he’s hoping that Chris is feeling the same way. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like it.

Chris laughs, his next words putting Dan to ease. “Me neither, actually. PJ gave me a tour of the school, which is fucking ginormous, by the way. You could actually hide dead bodies on the campus and it would probably take months to find.”

“Is this the part where you reveal that you lure people in with your impeccable accents and kill them while they sleep? Because I’m pretty sure someone on campus might notice if a student suddenly goes missing, just saying.”

Chris laughs, his next sentence the perfect imitation of Hannibal Lector. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

Dan’s tempted to chuck one of the decorative pillows at him.

“That’s fucking creepy.”

Smiling, the brunette beside him looks smug, and far too pleased with himself.

They settle together after that, Dan allowing Chris to hoard Phil’s Netflix account. He mostly plays hour long comedian shows, but Dan doesn’t mind. Despite everything, he’s enjoying Chris’ company. When was the last time he hung out with anybody that wasn’t his parents?

Dan doesn’t want to think about that, and he’s trying to convince himself that he’s safe, that this isn’t as terrible an idea as it seems.

But it still isn't a good idea. Not yet, not this soon. Not after everything that's happened. No, he isn’t going to be making any friends, no matter how funny Chris is and no matter how much it seems that they might get along. They can be acquaintances though, and if Chris wants to waste his time entertaining the silent Dan, then that will be fine, so long as Chris doesn’t push for anything Dan can’t give.

It’s safer if they reserve their time together to watching stupid Netflix shows anyway, maybe doing homework together in the library if Chris turns out to be that kind of guy. Yeah, that could be good, and it is a better friend-acquaintance-ship for Dan than if Phil tried to hang out with him anyway.

From Dan’s experiences, being around the people he finds attractive never turns out well for him.

“Hey, so, Peej was telling me about this cool party they throw on the last Saturday of every month. You maybe wanna go tomorrow?” Chris suddenly suggests. Dan glances over, and bites his lip.

“Nah. I’m cool.”

Chris eyes him for a minute, and then he shrugs. “Suit yourself, then.”

The only real bonus about having the ability to control light, is not having to worry about a lamp. Dan's hands skim the leather bound book, hands glowing against the page and illuminating the words he wants to read.

IV- students are prohibited from using their abilities upon other students, teachers or non-novas.*

He scoffs a bit. He would of thought this was basic knowledge. It makes him wonder though, what the students did who made this rule need to be written in the first place.

V- students are not allowed to speak or demonstrate their abilities to non-novas outside of their immediate family and/or guardians.

That point almost makes him laugh. Like he's had a choice. His life has been a constant battle to keep his abilities at bay, and unfortunately, some of the time he hasn't won, if the most recent events at his other school are anything to go buy, not to mention everything else that's happened.

It makes Dan wonder though, what would happen if the school didn't find out about him, if he hadn't accepted, if he’d chosen not to come here, and continued on like he had been for the past 17 years of his life. Part of him wants to know, another part of him doesn't.

VI- students are permitted to use their abilities within the designated school zones only.

At least that explains the girls using their abilities in the courtyard outside of class.

IX- students are expected to adhere to the school schedule. No student should be out of bed after 10pm between sunday-thursday (with the exception of public holidays). A curfew of no later than 12am on weekends is permitted. Students are not allowed out of there rooms post curfew.

It's not like Dan plans on being out and about past then, but to be honest, he doesn't have the best sleep schedule. He supposes that at least if he can stay up on tumblr to 3am even if he can't go get his usual 2am snack.

The asterisk at the bottom of the page states apart from within class training. But that's not what gets his attention. It's the final remark at the end of guide.

Students who disobey the rules will be punished accordingly.

Dan reads it a few times, because what does that even mean? How does someone with abilities punish someone? Let alone accordingly. It sends a small shiver down his spine. He has doubts that detention is the only method of use when it comes to breaking some of the major rules. He hopes that's not true, but then again, how do you deter a student from using their abilities on others without some sort of serious consequence?

He places the book on top of his bedside table. The words seeping in as the glow disappears. He wraps himself up in his duvet, curling against himself and tossing until he faces the wall.

Maybe, if he feels up to it, he will ask tomorrow. Maybe.

It’s dark when he wakes up. He’s a bit disorientated, and it takes Dan a few moments to register what’s going on. He can feel himself burning up, feel the heat under his skin sting in a way that he swears should seer. Pushing the covers up, he struggles to breathe, and wills himself to get a grip.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Phil sleeping, moonlight falling onto his face from the open window.

It’s the first night this has happened in a while, when his uncontrollable urge has woken him up in the middle of the night. Beads of sweat rolls down his face. His fists clench together, press against his chest. Words chant in his head. Not here, not now.

He can feel the tears prickle in his eyes. It’s his first night and his worst fear is already coming true. His abilities restlessly prickle under his skin, warmth flowing through his body relentlessly. He tries to take deep breaths, closing his eyes and concentrating. Pleading with himself. Forcing the heat away. His right palm lights up momentarily, and Dan practically chokes. He clenches his fist tighter, the light fading away almost as quickly as it shot through.

It’s several agonizing minutes before Dan can feel his control pushing through. He settles down, jagged breaths becoming more even as the heat dissipates. His head flops back against the bedframe, exhaustion rushing over his body. He can feel his energy slipping away, the internal struggle zapping all the fight from him.

He slinks down, sheets engulfing him once again. Darkness surrounds him, guiding him back to sleep. So quickly, that he doesn’t process the pair of blue eyes looking straight at him.

Link to chapter 4: Glow

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doctorstethoscope · 3 years ago

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Yes, Mr. President || To Second Chances

art by @multiverse-mxdness

happy saturday my lovessss big things are happeningggg

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: discussion of adultery, food and alcohol consumption

wordcount: 2.1k

Haley keeps her promise not to name you to the press– you’re grateful to her for that, even if every reporter in the country isn’t. When you make your way into the office on Monday morning, everyone is already working— or, half working, at least. Good Morning America is on in the background, and JJ and Emily are listening intently to the conversation about President Hotchner’s Mystery Mistress.

“This can’t all be about Amanda Tanner, can it?” JJ asks. “I mean, that whole thing was done and over with.” “It’s probably not about her, but the Amanda Tanner incident points to a pattern of sleazy behavior,’ Emily asserts, her eyes flicking up to you for only half of a second— so quick that you wonder if you’re making it up.

“What does it matter?” Morgan asks, trying to save you. “It’s his private life, just like he keeps saying.”

“Of course it matters, Derek. Don’t you care if the President is taking advantage of a string of twentysomething year old interns and junior aides?” JJ laments.

“If that were the case, don’t you think at least one of them would have spoken up by now?” he suggests. “I don’t think that’s what happened here.”

“He’s right,” Emily agrees. “They’d have plenty for a big payout if they wanted to go public. The fact that they haven’t— whoever they are— makes it seem like it was an emotional affair, not just a sexual one.”

“What do you think?” JJ asks you. “You know him better than any of us.”

“Alright, enough.” Derek says. “Even if he is a sleaze, he’s still her friend.”

“I think we should all focus on our clients— and the President is not one of them.” You state with finality before heading into your office and swinging the door shut behind you. You hang your head in your hands and take a few deep breaths, only looking up when you hear the door swing open a few moments later— it’s only Derek. You drop the tension in your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I should have—”

“They’re right. They’re normal questions to ask. I need to be prepared for that,” you brush him off.

“I’m worried about you,” Derek confesses.

“Don’t worry about me,” the command tumbles out of you— it’s instinctual at this point. You can handle yourself, there’s no need for him to be involved.

“I do. I do worry about you. Especially with him,” Derek says.

You sigh. “He wants me by his side in the White House. He wants to get a divorce, and he wants me to be First Lady,” you scoff. “He wants me to fix it, the PR thing, so he can run for re-election, and I did. I stayed up all night, I wrote a plan. I handled it. But you know, I can’t just… I worry about me, too,” you admit.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Even for the President of the United States,” Derek reminds you.

“Right,” you say. “I should really get back to work.”

“Right,” Derek says, clearly not pleased to be brushed off, but he lets you be.

Your reinstated Camp David trips always leave you with a seemingly insurmountable pile of emails to consolidate come Monday morning. You skim most of them, pull out the relevant items into a to-do list, when a saved Google Alert you’d forgotten that you’d set catches you eye. You call Rossi immediately.

“Go for Dave,” he says when he picks up the phone.

“We’ve got a problem,” you tell him.

“When do we not?” He sighs.

“Strauss reopened her campaign finance accounts.”

“Fuck.” Rossi says.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll kill her,” he groans.

“Secret Service. You might want to be careful with that,” you remind him, and you’re only half-joking.

“I will handle it,” Rossi says, and you can practically hear the way his teeth are grinding against each other. “Thanks for the heads up.”

+++++

“Alright,” Rossi says, shutting the door behind him after bringing Haley into the oval. “It’s time for the two of you to kiss and make up.”

“David,” Aaron groans.

“The two of you are going to sit here, talk it out, then you’re going to walk past the press pool on your way back to the residence,” he instructs.

“I am not doing that!” The President asserts.

“Erin Strauss is preparing to run against you for the nomination— you need to move past this. Both of you do.” Rossi instructs.

“It’s fine, Aaron. We can sit here and shoot daggers at each other and then go be seen together. It’s nothing,” Haley grumbles.

“It’s not nothing,” he disagrees vehemently. “This phase of our lives is over. Make no mistake. We will be getting divorced. Then, a respectable time after the divorce is finalized, I will go on one or two high profile dates with well educated, age-appropriate career women, which will naturally be chronicled in immaculate details by tabloids and respectable press alike. And when word leaks six months later that I’ve been spending time with one of my oldest, most trusted advisors, who selflessly returned to service as a spokeswoman for the administration when I was lying half-dead in a hospital bed, a woman who has always stood beside me as my friend and colleague— when it gets out that she and I have started, after all this time, to care for one another in a way that is no longer strictly professional, America will love her,” Aaron details.

“She and I will be a living, breathing monument to second chances. And you will play along, Haley. Because your approval rating is already tanking, and public opinion can turn in an instant, and you do not want to be known forevermore as the man who tried to take down the President of the United States for going after true love,” he tells her.

“Well then,” Haley says, taken aback. “Seems like you never really needed me at all,” she concludes, turning on her heel and storming out of the oval without another word.

There’s a beat, and then Rossi speaks up. “I take it you didn’t come up with all of that off the cuff.”

“No,” Aaron chuckles. “She thought of it last night while we were at Camp David. It was like watching Picasso paint,” he says fondly.

“It’s good,” Rossi nods. “I hope it works.”

“It will.”

+++++++

You shouldn’t be surprised when the President turns up at your doorstep anymore, but you still are.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as Aaron steps inside.

“I was hoping I’d stay the night, although I know it’s rude to invite myself,” he answers simply as he follows you into the kitchen, reaching into the bowl of vegetables you had been chopping and pulling out a carrot to munch on.

“I see that didn’t stop you from turning up here,” you tease him. “It’s a weeknight.”

“Sure is,” he says. You level him with a glance, and he elaborates. “Rossi tried to pull some political crap with me and Haley today. I didn’t like it. I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?”

You raise your hands, accepting defeat. “In the jury of public opinion, it might be,” you remind him. “Rossi wants you and Haley back together.”

“You know, the funny thing is, Rossi’s name isn’t listed anywhere on our marriage license. I’ve checked,” Aaron says, sliding in next to you in front of the countertop and picking up the knife you’d put down, finishing up the chopped vegetables you were adding to your salad bowl. You could almost laugh at how easily he inserted himself into your apartment, your dinner– your whole life, really.

“You could put the genie back in the bottle, you know. You could start over,” you suggest, gently. You really don’t want him to take you up on it, but it’s only fair of you to present all of the options he has available.

“I am starting over. I’m doing it right this time, with you by my side,” he says, and it’s technically an agreement, but it feels like an argument.

“You can run fresh, run clean— with Haley by your side. It’s what Rossi wants, what he was trying to do today, and he’s not wrong for it,” you elaborate.

“Yes, he is,” Aaron disagrees, putting the knife back down and turning to face you.

“You can win with Haley by your side,” you tell him.

“You don’t get it! I want you by my side. Win or lose, I want you. That’s the plan. That’s what we talked about. We can do this together. You’re going to be my first lady.” You cringe at the new title, and Aaron catches it. “Unless that’s not what you want,” he says.

“You are what I want,” you assure him.

“Then isn’t that all that matters?” He asks.

“I don’t— I don’t know, Aaron!” you exclaim.

“What is it, angel? Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on— I can’t help if I don’t know,” he implores you.

“My team needs me, Aaron. And I like my work– I don’t want to give up that part of me,” you elaborate.

“I don’t want you to give anything up— not anything you don’t want to,” he agrees.

“I know you don’t, but traditionally, the First Lady—”

“Traditionally, the President of the United States isn’t divorced. Traditionally, the First Lady isn’t a political genius in her own right, Hillary Clinton aside. There’s nothing traditional about us, sweet girl. And that doesn’t scare me. It shouldn’t scare you either. We’ll figure it out.”

You smile a little. “And to think you had a reputation as some stoic, hard-ass realist,” you tease him.

“That was before you came along,” he reminds you with a grin. “I’m a changed man.”

You laugh a little, and shake your head. “Yeah, well, why don’t you change into something more comfortable and help me finish dinner,” you tease him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees with a smirk as he heads off to your bedroom to change.

The two of you bring dinner and the remainder of the bottle of wine you had opened over to the table– you can feel how the alcohol-soaked heat has risen to your cheeks, and Aaron’s hair is delightfully tousled. The whole affair is almost sickeningly cozy, and you can’t help but smile into your roasted potatoes.

“Look at me,” Aaron requests, and you lift your chin, obeying him curiously. He smiles, shakes his head a little. “You always do that.” “Do what?” You ask.

“When you smile— your best smile, the one that looks like you’ve figured out how to internalize sunshine— you hide your face. You always have, as long as I’ve known you,” he informs you, and you grow even more shy under his adoring gaze,

“Come on. You’re seriously trying to say you’ve never seen me smile?” You tease him.

“Of course not— but the way you smile at a reporter who’s asked a good question, and the way you smile at Rossi when he asks if you’ve been sleeping, and the way you smile at me when I crack a bad joke— they’re all different smiles. I’m saying you hide the best ones, the most real ones,” he elaborates, reaching for your hand from across the table. “This is real, you and me. You don’t need to hide. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’re alone when you wake up, but that’s no surprise— Aaron has to sneak out while it’s still dark to avoid being seen. He’d kissed you goodbye— you remember stirring, but you must have rolled back over and fallen asleep. It’s still early when you wake up— only 5:30, but you feel well-rested, whole. You always did after a night with Aaron. It was early enough for you to get a run in, and if you were quick you may even get to catch the sun rise over the monuments. So you hopped out of bed and changed quickly, taming your bedhead and filling up a water bottle. As you tie your shoes, you wonder if you’ll have time to stop for a latte on your way into the office.

The building is quiet as you lock up your apartment— it’s mostly other DC career politicos who live here, but even they don’t make it out the door for another hour on a good day. You pop in your headphones and wave politely to the doorman before you step out to the warm DC morning air– and a swarm of reporters all screaming your name.

You’re momentarily in shock, with microphones and cameras pointed at you from every direction, and you can’t tell what they want. You take your headphones out of your ears to hear them better.

“Is it true? Are you the President’s mistress?

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illicitlimerence-writes · 4 years ago

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close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #marvel #mcu #avengers imagine

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devildomimagines · 4 years ago

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For shit’s and giggles, let’s have the Brothers react to a pregnant MC. She’s 5 months and showing so when they see her groaning in pain from landing badly from the portal, they notice her covering her stomach and she’s like “I could’ve hurt my baby, asshole!”. Let’s say the dad’s not in the picture but MC just wanted a kid and didn’t expect to deal with Overlords of hell while she’s gonna go through a rollercoaster of emotions and cravings. (I also wanna see em lose it when she goes into labor a couple months while they’re at one of Diavolo’s parties cuz I love chaos and just wanna see everyone but Barb panic)

Hi Anon! Thanks for your patience while I worked on this!

This was a little tough for me since I’ve never been pregnant 🤣 I hope this is some of what you were looking for!

Edit: I wrote some of this for the formerly Undateables, check it out here.

Belphegor

*Existential Crisis Ensues*

After the events of Chapter 16…. Oof.

He didn’t know but damn does that stoke his grief to be red hot and blistering once again.

When he recovers enough to pledge himself to caring for you, he builds the best nest to sleep in.

You never have a restless night with him making sure there are enough pillows to support your stomach or under your back and blankets for whether you are hot or cold.

Going into labor: For once not sleepy. He is a demon on a mission. Once he gets you to where you need to be, he collapses for some rest and earns a bed next to yours.

Beelzebub

“Baby?”

He was not aware, he innocently thought the weight was just because you were eating with him more.

He went to Lucifer first to get some guidance, he’s already starting to worry.

He’s very gentle with you from then on, offering a helping hand wherever you may be going. You’d have to remind him that you’re still sturdy enough to walk otherwise he would carry you everywhere.

The best at dealing with food cravings because he has them too! He even opens your eyes to weird food combinations that surprisingly work well.

Going into labor: Poor baby, and not the one coming out of you. He loses his appetite as you tell him what’s happening.

Asmodeus

“Baby!?”

He didn’t know but he’s excited!? A baby ‘you’ would be so cute!

He definitely knows all the tricks for moisturizing to minimize stretch marks, massages to relieve tension, and foot rubs for swollen feet.

Almost immediately starts buying baby clothes and planning baby photoshoots.

You do have to tell him a few times that what he’s doing is too much and you’re too tired. He respects that but he won’t stop trying.

Going into labor: I feel like Asmo would have a bullhorn ready to go yelling at people to get out of your way. It’s much more embarrassing but he’s doing his best.

Satan

You know the surprised face he makes with a hand on his chest, yeah that.

He has a vague idea about human pregnancy and labor, I can’t imagine it didn’t come up in any of his readings but he looks into it further now.

Surprisingly, he handles the mood swings the best, probably because he’s been through it with his anger. He gets it.

Satan is very thoughtful and considerate. Orders you decaf tea when you go out to his favorite coffee shop and offers to pay for any baby books if you express a need.

You absolutely change his world when you let him feel the baby kicking. That’s when it took a whole new meaning to him, this was life.

Going into labor: You probably told him your birth plan so he knows where to take you and what you need just from memory.

Leviathan

Frozen in place until it finally registers, “What?”

Really awkward around you for the rest of the day.

Furiously does research that night, scouring the internet for as much as he can digest about humans’ pregnancy and babies. He finds some really obscure complications and issues and then he’s scared for you.

The next day he’s watching you nonstop. You ask him what’s wrong, he says nothing but continues staring.

With his Akuzon account, anything you could need he can get in less than a day, just say the word.

Going into labor: Probably running away, I’m sorry if you thought he was going to be helpful with that.

Mammon

“B-b-b-b-baby?”

Whether you two have been intimate or not, he’s still sweating and counting on his fingers to try to figure out if he’s somehow the father.

He goes to Lucifer, “Hey! Did ya know about this?” And just motions to the whole of MC.

He steals borrows a baby book from Satan and starts spouting random facts to prove he’s knowledgeable. “A woman’s uterus will expand about 500 times its original size during pregnancy.” Thanks, Mammon.

Was he attached to your hip before? Yes. Is he even more so now? Also yes.

Going into labor: Confused but he got the spirit. He definitely thought the baby was going to be born right there if you pushed it out so he’s yelling “Don’t push MC! Keep it in!”

Lucifer

The only one of the brothers that actually knew you were pregnant as it was in your file/application for the exchange program.

Still kind of offended you took that tone with him but may start to worry about you more.

He already has a soft spot for you so you could ask him for anything and he’d do or get whatever you need.

I think he would know the most about human pregnancy since he probably had to prepare in advance to present the idea to Diavolo.

If you want a special treat, definitely have him feel the kicking baby. The warmth and love on his face is 100% worth it.

Going into labor: Obviously, the most together to handle the situation but the flashes of worry and concern in his movements and reminds you that he’s not unmoved and even the Avatar of Pride can get flustered.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #tw: pregnancy

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abimess · 4 years ago

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Can I request a story with Jane Banner where Reader is Jane’s old partner and gets a call that Jane was shot (at the end of the film) and goes to visit her in the hospital and reveals her feelings?? Thank you in advance! xx

Hi, anon! I love Jane very very much so thanks for the request. It’s the first time I wrote a story with this past/present situation so I hope it’s not confusing. Good reading!

Losing you is not an option

Jane Banner x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend have secret feelings for each other. A life or death situation is all it takes for these feelings to be revealed.

Word count: 2.815

Warnings: shooting; angst; fluff

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

Masterlist | Library Blog

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Present

You swing your legs nervously throughout the entire flight, and when the plane finally lands, you unbuckle your seat belt just as the warning light comes on above your head and is the first one to get up.

-----

Three years ago

"Hi, I'm Agent Jane Banner." The blonde woman says with a polite smile as she shakes your hand.

You've just been promoted and transferred to Los Angeles after a successful case back in your hometown. Although you are very excited about this new chapter of your life, there is no denying that all the changes are frightening to say the least.

But what scared you the most was the change of partner. In the course of your police career you were assigned to work with all kinds of people, from the worst to the best officers. But in the last few months you got a decent partner who, despite several uncalled-for jokes, was great at his job. So the fear of being assigned to a bad partner again was what consumed you the most.

But after working on a few cases with Banner, you couldn't be happier with your new partner. Besides being extremely professional and intelligent, Banner seemed to think just like you, which made your job exponentially easier.

After a few weeks even your captain noticed your high performance and gave you one of the most problematic cases in the precinct that had been shelved for some time because no one could solve it.

Needless to say, you and Banner were extremely anxious about the case, both in a good and bad way. The possibility of finally solving such a big case was exciting, but you’re absolutely certain that you have never worked this hard in your entire life.

You and Banner spent sleepless nights working on it, and you tried to ignore the way your stomach felt weird every time she ended up sleeping over the files when it was very late at night.

The case involved an extensive drug cartel. Which didn't surprise either of you when it ended in a shootout. Even though you called for reinforcements, you and Banner spent a lot of time having to fend for yourself against the mobsters. Gradually you were taking them down one by one, taking care not to hit them at any fatal spot.

Everything was going well, until an excruciating pain formed at the side of your body. With a loud grunt and a grimace of pain, you throw yourself against the wall, sliding to the floor and bringing your hand to the site of the pain. Feeling your hand soak immediately didn't help at all.

"(Y/l/n)!" Banner exclaimed a few feet away from you. Without a second thought, the blonde ran up to you, and you widened your eyes. "What are you doing? They're gonna hit you too!" You complain, your voice failing with the pain of speaking, but Banner ignores you, pressing the wound with her hand.

"Losing you is not an option." She says simply, her attention completely focused on the blood gushing out of you, and you feel your whole body getting numb at her words. The blonde seems to finally realize what she just said, and after blinking a few times she adds. "Leave no man behind, right?"

You laugh weakly and give Banner cover while she tends to your injury and the two of you wait for reinforcement to arrive.

Banner's words echoing in your mind, serving as a distraction from the pain.

-----

Present

You are driving on one of the highest speed limit highways in the country. But even that doesn't seem enough, so you take the portable siren from your backpack resting on the passenger seat and turn it on, putting it on the roof of the car next.

You know you are committing a crime, but that is the last thing you could care about right now. All you could care about is Jane. You would deal with your superiors later.

While you beg every entity in existence to get you there on time, you step on the gas.

-----

Two years ago

There was a murder in one of the buildings in the area, so you and Jane have been assigned to knock door to door to see if any of the neighbors saw or heard anything that might be useful for the investigation.

"Maybe we should have lunch after we're done here." Jane suggests as you walk to yet another of the building's endless doors. "Are you kidding? We should drop everything and go to lunch right now." You grumble and Jane giggles.

"Always so professional, (y/n)." She jokes and you grimace. "Of course I am. I'm very professional." You retort and she points to the clipboard in your hand. "Oh yeah so why are you drawing a duck on the report card?" She asks with raised eyebrows and you snort.

"Because door-to-door investigation is a pain in the ass and it's useless." You complain and Jane rolls her eyes, half annoyed half amused. You smile mischievously. "Oh come on, Jane, don't get your feathers all ruffled." At your words, Jane grimaces.

"You did not just make that joke." She speaks impatiently, but you can see a shadow of a smile on her face and you laugh proudly at your pun.

Jane knocks on the next door and when a lady in her eighties or so opens the door, she smiles. "Good afternoon, ma'am, I'm agent Jane Banner and this is my partner agent (Y/n) (Y/l/n). We wanted to ask you a few questions about the murder that occurred last night in the apartment above yours."

The lady agrees, a little apprehensive, but answers the questions Jane asks as best she can. As you write down all the information, you try to contain your laughter from remembering the duck pun and Jane elbows you in the rib.

After all the questions have been asked, Jane thanks the lady for her patience, who smiles at her before saying goodbye. "Have a great afternoon, Joane." The lady says, before closing the door, without giving Jane time to correct her.

As you walk down the hallway, you flash Jane an amused smile. She notices and looks at you impatiently. "What is it?" she asks slightly annoyed and you giggle.

"Nothing... Joane." You scoff and Jane rolls her eyes pushing you away next, but she is also smiling.

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Present

The drive to the hospital seemed to last for days, even though you only drove for about forty minutes. Luckily for you, there is only one hospital in town and you can find it easily.

You get out of the car and run to the door. The cold air invades your lungs and makes it difficult to breathe. But there is nothing capable of stopping you from getting to Jane.

"Hi, I need to see a patient." You inform before the attendant even looks at you and she startles, but soon looks at you hoping for more information. You blink several times, your brain spinning so much that you can barely reason.

You fret, not understanding why the woman hasn't given you the room number yet, but then you remember that you haven't given Jane's name yet. "Oh, Banner. Jane Banner."

The woman immediately starts looking up the computer, and you are about to jump in front of her and check the computer yourself when she looks at you again. "Miss Banner is still in surgery." She informs you and you widen your eyes. Still? When they called you hours ago, you were still in Los Angeles and she was already in surgery. What can she still be in surgery?

"I need to see her now." You mutter, your wide eyes running all over the hospital corridors as if they’re going to find Jane at any moment. Your feet take you to the hospital door behind the attendant and you think you hear her say something about you not being allowed in there. But you keep walking anyway.

You keep walking because you need to see her and because you will hate yourself more than you do now if she is gone and you haven't told her how you feel. But hands are holding you back, stopping you from going on.

"Let go of me!" You shout and with jerky movements gets rid of the two security guards who’re trying to restrain you. You only realize that you’re crying when your vision blurs too much.

"Are you Jane's friend?" You hear a male voice calling you. You wouldn't have heard it. But he said her name, so all your senses were drawn to it. The man looks at you with a firm, concerned expression. "I've been helping her with the investigation. She-"

The man's speech is cut off by your hands on the collar of his shirt. "What happened to her?" You ask, holding him tightly. Your voice comes out shaken and desperate. You know it. But you don't care, because this is exactly how you feel. Shaken and desperate.

The man looks into your eyes in a mixture of pity and sadness that only angers you more. "Tell me!" You demand firmly, but your voice carries nothing but pleading and the man sighs, nodding afterwards.

-----

One year ago

"Good morning, Joane." You say with an amused smile on your face as the woman approaches and sits down at the desk facing yours. "Can you please let this go? It's been like a year." She says impatiently and you laugh. "Sorry, but this is too good to let go." You say with a fake apologetic frown and Jane rolls her eyes, but smiles.

"Admit it, you love how much I annoy you." You say, turning your attention to the report you’re writing on the computer and hear Jane snort. "Oh yeah, of course, I'm sure gonna miss this."

At her words you freeze, your expression changing to a mixture of confusion and apprehension. "What do you mean?" you ask cautiously but Jane doesn’t look at you. "I received a transfer offer. Also in Los Angeles but, still." As she speaks, you try to mask the effect her words have on you.

"And when were you going to tell me?" You ask, trying as hard as you can to keep your voice consistent and Jane frowns, her eyes never leaving her computer. "I didn't tell you?" She asks casually and your breathing hitches.

Jane knew very well that she hadn't told you. In fact, she had been avoiding the subject for weeks because the thought of saying goodbye to you was too painful and any reaction you might have would only make the pain worse. If you were happy for her that would be great, but it would indicate that you don't care that she stays and that you don't feel for her the way she feels for you. If you were sad, it would indicate that you probably like her too and she was probably going to stay, but the idea of getting involved with someone from work never appealed to Jane. But in any case, your reaction now is the last she would expect. Indifferent. That's what you sound like, indifferent. Does she mean that little to you?

While all these thoughts overwhelm Jane's mind, your mind is overwhelmed with your own thoughts. Jane is leaving? And she didn't even bother to tell you? You were completely in love with her and you understood that she didn't feel the same way. But you thought you were friends. Did she really only see you as a work partner? So insignificant that she would leave without saying anything?

Unlike all the other mornings, you remained silent. A silence that hurt both of you deeply but that neither of you had the strength to break. It was ridiculous, really, that the two best investigators in the department could not solve a case as simple as this.

But when you finished your work, you said good-bye to Jane and couldn't help but give her a longer hug than usual.

After that, when the captain called Jane into his office to ask if she had thought about the transfer offer, she declined.

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Present

You’re sitting in the hospital chair, your face buried in your hands and your legs shaking even more than they were on the flight.

Cory, the guy you attacked for no reason, has explained the whole situation to you and with each new detail your heart squeezed more and more in your chest.

Jane is strong. In fact, she is the strongest person you know. You just hope she remains that strong now.

You don't know how much time has passed, but when the doctor came in to tell you that Jane could have visitors, you suddenly stood up and walked briskly to her room. You don't say it, but you feel grateful that Cory let you in first.

When you enter the door, your breath hitches as you see Jane awake. She turns her head toward the door and looks at you with a mixture of happiness and surprise. "What are you doing here?" Her voice comes out husky and you need to hold back the tears in your eyes.

"Leave no man behind, remember?" You say, coming closer and sitting down on the chair beside the bed and Jane smiles at you. You hold her hand in yours, your eyes never leaving hers. "Losing you is not an option."

With your words, Jane's breathing hitches and tears begin to trickle from her eyes, then you allow your own tears to flow.

"Oh! I have something for you." You say after a while and start looking for something in your backpack. Jane watches you with curious and confused eyes but as soon as she sees you taking the duck stuffed animal out of the backpack, her expression softens and she laughs.

You laugh too, but the moment doesn't last long because just after Jane starts laughing, her face is dominated by a pained expression and she moves her hand to her chest. Your own happy expression being replaced by one of concern.

"Please don't make me laugh." She asks, but she smiles so you smile too, but the concern never leaves your face. She looks at you with tender eyes glistening with tears, and you hold her gaze without hesitation, because they are all you have wanted to see these past few hours.

"Why are you here, (Y/n)?" She asks, her voice shaky and charged with expectation. "I needed to see you." You answer simply, your heart beating harder and harder knowing that the moment to confess your feelings for her is approaching.

Jane seems to know it too, because she looks at you intently, searching for the words that she has wanted to hear for so long and that for a frightening and agonizing moment she thought she would never hear. Or that she would never say them to you.

"Why?" she asks, and the expectation in her voice is all it takes to give you courage. You bring your hand to her cheek, and when she leans into your touch and closes her eyes, you smile. "Because I love you." You say almost in a whisper, and as soon as the words are out of your mouth, Jane opens her eyes.

She scans your face, looking for any sign that you might be joking. This is exactly what she’s always wanted to hear, but finally hearing those words after waiting so long seemed like a lie.

"I love you too." She answers after a while, her voice shaky with the tears that have fallen again but for a completely different reason now. You get up from the chair and connect your lips to hers.

The kiss is delicate and gentle so as not to hurt her, but loaded with all the pent-up feelings and unspoken words of all these years. When you pull away, Jane watches you with loving eyes, and when you place a tender kiss on her forehead, she giggles happily.

"I don't want to get in the way of the lovebirds, but I'd also like to see my friend." You hear the voice of Cory, who is standing by the door with a knowing smile on his face and you and Jane chuckle softly. You start to stand up but Jane holds your hand firmly and you look at her with an expression of confusion and concern.

"Don't go away." She asks with slightly wide eyes and a frown of concern. You smile warmly and lean in again, kissing her once more. "I will never leave you."

You promise and Jane smiles, your words putting her mind at ease because she knows they mean so much more than just for this moment.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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lokislastlove · 4 years ago

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Come One, Come All (dark!Loki x reader)

Summary: A girls night out to the fair takes an insidious turn.

Warnings: Noncon/Rape, knife play, oral (m&f), smut, bondage, kidnapping.

This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!

Authors Note: I wrote another one! No idea where this came from, but it was fun to write. Still working on improving my smut, huge thanks to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for some tips and editing the shit out of it. 😘 also I know there is a creepy clown in the pic but I feel like I have to say there aren’t any clowns in the fic. I hate clowns.

Chapter 1:

It was the kind of summer night you dream about, warm enough to keep you comfortable in your shorts and peasant top, but with a light breeze that keeps you cool enough to fight the flush of alcohol in your veins. You look forward to these moments when you are able to go out with your girlfriends and let loose, forgetting about all life’s responsibilities, if just for a single night.

“Come on!” Ash calls over her shoulder, her hand tight around your wrist pulling you impatiently.

“Aww but that looks so good” you groan as you press your face longingly against the glass barrier of the hand dipped corn dog cart.

The sweet scent of the frying corn dough wafts tantalizingly through the air making your mouth water. You friends laugh at your theatrics, having just helped you scarf down a large sugary funnel cake and a platter of nachos, the evidence of which still stains the corner of your mouth. Really, it was their fault for getting you tipsy before taking you to the county fair, everything just smelled heavenly and if you could you would try one of everything.

“Just a slushee?!” You beg as Jen steps behind you and pushes you out of the food court, giggling the entire time.

“Come on, fight the drunchies! You promised you would try that new funhouse,” Jen whines, looping her arm through yours, Ash doing the same on the other side.

“Oh yeah,” you grumble.

“Oh stop it” Ash scolds playfully. “Everyone at work keeps talking about it - it’s like a mini escape room! And I’ve always wanted to do one, please.” She rants excitedly before giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh that’s cheating. No one can resist those big brown eyes” you pout, but yield as easily as they knew you would.

“I know” Ash smirks, tossing back her long silky black hair over her slender shoulder.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I promise” Jen bumps your hip, giving you a wide encouraging smile.

You manage a strained grin as you let them lead you through the crowd. It’s not that you don’t like funhouses or the idea of doing an escape room, having always loved solving riddles and doing puzzles. It’s just you don’t like clowns, and every funhouse in your experience has at least one.

“Oh damn there’s a line!” Jen moans as you all stop in front of a large structure covered in flashing lights, the ominous ‘Tricksters Trap’ bathing your face in a violent red glow.

Garish contrasting colors somehow both attract your eye and make it hard to look at. Your pupils dilate with the lines of fluorescent bulbs burning into your retinas. The stereotypical circus music blares through the cheap speakers, reminding you of one of those old Jack in the box toys. And of course, without fail, was the obligatory clown statue hanging over the entrance, like some creepy sentinel there to guide you to your inevitable demise.

“Ugh fucking clowns” you grimace as you pass by the entrance, heading toward the end of the line.

“Yeah they definitely nailed the creep factor,” Jen agrees, her eyes shining with nervous excitement.

“I know isn’t it great?!” Ash squeals.

You stand there taking in the horrific detailing painted on the side of the metal structure. You are thankful when Ash explains there is a time limit, only ten minutes to complete the puzzle or else they kick you out and you have to try again. If you figure out the puzzle you get to leave through the mirror maze and you earn the coveted “I tricked the Trickster” sticker.

“Gotta get that sticker, or else that bitch Katie at work will never let me forget that she got one and I didn’t” Ash complains, causing you and Jen to share a look and snicker.

“Hey! Don’t laugh, this is serious! We gotta be smart and figure this out, failure is not an option” she urges dramatically before collapsing into drunken giggles with you and Jen.

“You ladies seem eager to prove yourselves,” slithers a low voice.

Startled you gasp and spin around quickly. The three of you look up at the tall lean figure standing behind you. He wears a perfectly tailored black ensemble, that matches the color of his slicked back hair. His eyes practically glow green against his alabaster complexion. His sharp cheekbones and angular jaw make your breath hitch, causing his thin lips to curve into a sinister smirk. He is stunning.

“Um, yeah. Well this place has the whole town buzzin’. Seems like everyone is talking about it” Jen is the first to speak.

“Ah I see. Wouldn’t want to miss your chance to take a stab at it” the mysterious man surmised, eyes focused on you.

“We got this shit. Right guys?” Ash assures him as she playfully smacks you and Jen.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out. Good luck,” he challenges with a raise of a brow.

You stare after him as he saunters away without another word. His hips and shoulders sway smoothly, his soft footsteps giving him a dangerous almost feline vibe, like he could rival even the most deadly of predators. As he turns to round the corner of the ride he takes one last look over his shoulder at you. Your eyes lock for only a fraction of a second but it’s enough to send a chill down your spine.

“That was weird, right?” You mutter, eyes still transfixed where he disappeared.

“Eh, just another creepy dude. If I had a nickel for every weirdo who tries to chat me up…” Jen jokes.

“You’d have like a whole 50 cents,” sasses Ash.

You are finally broken from your daze when Ash is pushed into you. You laugh and try to brush off the lingering effect of the handsome stranger, shifting your focus back to your friends. The line goes by quicker than expected, with only one group out of the three ahead of you making it out with stickers. The losing groups return to the line from a back door, bickering about where they went wrong.

Finally it is your turn. Ash claps her hands excitedly, dancing up the metal stairs to the costumed man at the entrance. His red and white stripped suit is expertly torn and painted with fake blood to make him look as intimidating as possible. With a tip of his top hat he welcomes the three of you and begins to explain the rules in his well practiced accent.

“Come one come all to the Tricksters Trap, if you’re feeling lost, just go find the map.” He sings with flair and a perfectly timed bow, directing you to the inauspicious black door.

Taking a deep breath you follow your squealing friends into the darkened hallway. Pausing to look back as the door creaks shut, cutting off the jovial sounds of laughter and chatter with a sudden slam. You flinch at the loud noise and turn back to the dim hallway. The short corridor is lined with wall to wall green velvet curtains barely visible with the green rope lights running along the ceiling.

“Guys?” You whisper when you don’t see them next to you, causing your heart rate to quicken

You call for them again, this time louder, your feet unwilling to move from the spot. It has only been thirty seconds and you are already about to call it quits. Get a grip. You take a hesitant step forward.

“You guys?!” You call shakily.

“Hey! Come on we found the map!” Jen pokes her head from around the corner at the end of the hall.

She disappears just as quickly, waving her arm for you to follow. You breathe a sigh of relief and rush after her. You enter a large room filled with all sorts of random objects. It’s as if it is designed to overload your senses. The green from the hall carried on into the room, more velvet green curtains hung on the walls that were not obstructed by shelves of books or other oddities. You saw everything from perfectly aligned glass jars filled with alien looking creatures, grandfather clocks, to treasure chests overflowing with grizzled toys.

Jen and Ash are hunched over a table with a map spread out smoothly. It was easy enough to see it was a map of the room and hallway, with what appeared to be three small rooms hidden along the wall behind the heavy green drapery. You go over and pull back a curtain and find a locked door, the other two also hiding a locked door.

“Ok so it looks like we gotta find a way to open these doors” you offer, your anxiety calming a bit as you focus on the mystery at hand.

“Hey look there is some sort of code over here by the lock on the door.” Ash hollers excitedly.

You each pick a door code and frantically search the room. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out you need to use the books on the large shelf along one wall. The first number tells you the book the second refers to a specific page. You find a slip of paper in the book with a riddle written in a blood red ink.

“I make two people out of one” You read aloud.

“You can hold me in one hand, but I’m used to fill the room” Ash reads hers, her face twisting in concentration.

You both look to Jen, “I have two hands, but I can’t clap.”

“Damn no wonder so many people failed, definitely wish I wasn’t drunk right now” Ash laughs.

“No no we can do this, it’s probably items in the room so let’s just focus. We’ll do one at a time.” You assert, pacing the room and trying to take in all the random objects.

“Two hands…” you mutter as you stop in front of a large grandfather clock. “Clocks have hands!” You yell excitedly and open the narrow door.

The heavy pendulums swing inside and you see a shining silver glint off the rounded golden end. You pull off the small silver key, stuck on by a tiny magnet, and jump in excitement.

“Holy crap! You’re a genius!” Jen exclaims running over to take the key and try it in the door.

The key slides in smoothly and the door opens with a gratifying click.

“Woo! Keep going, you are on a roll!” Ash claps as she cheers you on.

“Ok, ok” you giggle before taking a deep breath. “Two people out of one… maybe a camera? Or wait…” you realize as you stare at Ash currently checking her makeup in an antique mirror hung between two curtains.

“Ash! Try pulling on that mirror!” You yell pointing frantically at the mirror in front of her.

Her brows knit together briefly before understanding, grabbing the frame and tugging gently until it swings open, revealing a key hung on the wall.

“Yes!” You all shriek together.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and a loud maniacal cackle reverberates through the surround sound speaker, turning your elation into yelps of surprise.

“Two minutes left” a familiar polished voice echoes forebodingly throughout the room.

“Shit, that scared the crap out of me” Jen laughs clutching at her chest.

The warning gives you pause, managing to shift the spirit of the whole room. Ash giggles nervously as she watches the lights of the room transition from their previous dim yellow light to a menacing red hue. The mood lighting in addition to the increasing volume of the horror soundtrack playing over the speaker helps to put you back into your initial anxious state.

“Seriously? Is this fucking necessary?” You curse, shaking your head.

“Ok let’s get the last one guys! We can still do this!” Jen yells through the cacophony of sound effects.

“Yeah what can we fit in our hand but somehow also fills the room?” Ash reiterated the final riddle.

“These red lights make it so much harder to see” Jen complains bitterly as she rummages through the items inside a large chest.

“Lights… Jen that’s it! A lightbulb!” A smile breaks out on your face as you figure out the final clue.

“Look up there!” Ash points to a solitary darkened light bulb screwed into the ceiling.

“I got it.” Jen jumps onto the table and reaches up, unscrewing it quickly. “There is a key inside!” She shouts.

She unscrews the bottom of the fake lightbulb and received the key before handing it to Ash. Each of you run over to the corresponding doors and turn the key, squealing in delight when they all slide open.

“Is that it?” Jen asks looking into the cramped dark space behind the door.

It was little more than a closet. Barely enough room for each of you to stand in. You were at a loss. You could have sworn that would be the end.

“Guys there is a lever here on the back wall of mine, how about yours?” Ash’s muffled voice calls from inside her closet.

“Oh yeah mine too!” Jen replies.

“Do you think we have to pull them at the same time? ‘Cus mine did nothing when I tried it” Ash says poking her head out to look at you.

“Thirty seconds!” That haunting voice booms again as a tick clock sounds through the speakers, counting down your final moments.

“Ok let’s try it together!” You nod at both of them, before stepping into the tight dark space.

“THREE! TWO! ONE!” You shout, mirroring your friends calls, pulling down your lever with a snap.

There is a moment of silence as the lights of the room behind you suddenly go dark, the music and sound effects cutting off instantly.

“Did we get it?!” You yell.

You don’t get the chance to hear your friends response as the wood door slams behind you, locking you into the small space.

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 4 years ago

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Crazy Rich Avengers

Chapter 1:

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for a little over 6 months and have not yet met the Avengers. You were getting curious as to when you would meet them, until you get an invitation from Tony Stark himself, inviting you and Peter to Wanda and Vision’s wedding in Hawaii over Spring Break. You thought that it would be nice to go and finally meet everyone, but what will you think after you’ve been tested by the team?

*Based on the movie Crazy Rich Asians, each chapter will be a different scene from the movie. There will be 15 chapters. Also includes a GIF from the movie scene at the beginning of each chapter.

A/N: I’ve had this series planned for a little while now, and I just got this chapter done and edited and I feel really good about it. I didn’t know if anyone would want to read this until I posted about it yesterday and got some really good feedback, so thank you all who liked it and asked to be on the taglist so much! This chapter is the first scene of the movie, just some things are switched up to fit Peter and the Avengers. Just note that this one is kind of short and nothing much really happens in this chapter since it is just the beginning, but hopefully the next one is a bit juicer.

Warnings: swearing and fluff

Word count: 2166

Chapter 1

“Okay class, make sure to email me those presentations by Monday. I don’t want to keep reminding you guys over Spring Break because I’ve still got a life outside being a professor.” The whole class laughs at your professor’s bluntness. It kind of reminds you of your friend from high school, who would always spoke her truth, even when no one asked for it. You packed your things and waited for a clear space to exit your row. Who knew so many kids would be in a business class? Not you apparently. You were a culinary student at the Institute of Culinary Education or ICE for short. Your dream was to become a baker and own your bakery, hence the business class. This was your last class of the day, and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend. You two had been dating for a little over six months and it was the best six months you could ever ask for.

You exited out of the classroom, finally, and made your way towards the elevator. On the way down, you looked through your messages and saw that you had five new texts from Peter.

Peter: Hey babe! I’m out of my photography class now. (1:15)

Peter: Waiting by the couches (1:15)

Peter: I miss you (1:17)

Peter: I’m hungry. Let’s go to that pizza place for lunch. I really want some of their cannoli’s (1:20)

Peter: Y/NNN!!! WHERE ARE YOU??? (1:23)

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you walked over to Peter, who sprang out of his seat and practically ran over to you. He hugged with the force of what you assumed felt like ten tons just based on how tight he held you. You laughed at his clinginess and pushed him off of you.

“Dude my class ran like ten minutes late. What’s the matter with you?” you laugh.

He held your hand in his own and smiles at you. “Just missed you is all. Did you see my text about the cannoli’s?”

“Yeah I saw it.”

“And?” he asks hopefully.

“Aaaaaand what?” you played dumb just to see his cute pouty face.

“Can we get cannoli’s?”

“Yes, we can get a cannoli.”

“Ah! You’re the best! Cannoli’s!” he yells at an insane volume for someone who’s just walking down the street. This earns you both a weird look from the people on the sidewalk. You were about to kiss his cheek until he just took off down the street with your hand still in his. You guessed you never knew he liked cannoli’s so much. Maybe you should try out a recipe and make him some one day.

You get into the pizza restaurant and sit down across from each other and waited for the waiter to take your order. You order your drinks; Peter gets Diet Pepsi and you get a Sprite. Both of you talk about how your classes went and held each other’s hand while you talked.

“So, I’ve got to do this project for my class,” Peter began, “And my camera is at the Compound, so tomorrow I’ll be a little late getting home.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Oh! Speaking of which,” you slam your palms on the table, which makes Peter jump a little. “When am I going to meet them? I mean we’ve been dating for going on seven months now, and I still haven’t met them. And I know they know about me because I got a message from Nat telling me happy birthday two weeks ago.” You raise an eyebrow at him waiting for his answer.

“Speaking of said topic, that reminds me. We got invited to Wanda and Vision’s wedding. And it is next Friday in Hawaii, which is perfect because a) we don’t have classes because it’s Spring Break, and b) I know Hawaii is one of your bucket list places.”

Your jawed dropped for several reasons. One, it’s Wanda and Vision’s fucking wedding! You never met them, but from the way Peter talked about them, you could tell they were meant to be. You always thought that they were like what you and Peter had times one hundred.

“Are you serious? They’re having their wedding in Hawaii?”

“Yeah. They thought that since Mr. Stark – “

“What can I get you two today?” the waiter asked breathless. You didn’t even realize how busy they were.

You looked up at him, “I’ll have a slice of the cheese pizza please?”

“And I’ll have two slices of the meat lovers. And can I get three of your best cannoli’s please?” Peter smiled at the waiter as he wrote down your order.

“Alright that’ll be right out.” He walked away almost jogging to get your order in. Goodness they were slammed.

“As I was saying,” Peter continued. “Mr. Stark has one of those beach houses in Maui and so, they thought that it would be the perfect place for them to tie the knot.”

“Wow, so, we’re invited? Like we’re going to Maui and attending the wedding? And meeting everyone?” you asked now slightly worried.

“Yeah,” he drags out confused. “That’s what kind of what ‘You’re Invited’ means.”

“I know, it’s just…this will be the first time I’m meeting them and I always imagined it would be at a like Sunday dinner type of thing. Not a fucking Avengers wedding!”

“It’s okay, I know they’re gonna love you no matter what.”

You take a sip of your drink, “This is also works out for another reason because MJ has been asking us to come see her ever since she moved to Kahului.”

“All the more reason to go.”

You both get your food and Peter immediately starts on the cannoli’s that he’s been longing to eat and practically moans at the taste of them. You get the check and pay and tipped extra for your waiter, because they need to be paid way more than minimum wage. The two of you walk out and head home so you can spend the rest of the night together.

“So, when do we leave for Maui?” you ask, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you.

“Umm, I believe on Saturday.”

Today was Thursday so that means that you only had tonight and tomorrow to pack for a whole entire week. “Shit! I have almost no clothes washed, are you kidding me?” you yell. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“I just found out this morning!” he yelled back.

“Okay, well it’s a good thing tomorrow I don’t have classes because now I have to do laundry all damn day.” You reach your shared apartment and go to change clothes and you go straight to the laundry room, faster than Peter could imagine. All of your good, cute clothes had to be air dried and so that’s what you did first. After half hour of folding, and drying, and hanging up clothes non-stop, Peter came in wrapped his arms around you.

“Baby, you’ve been here for forever, come sit down with me,” he pleaded.

“I will once I have all the clothes done, but until then,” you pat his cheek. “I can’t.”

He sighs an ‘okay’ and plants a kiss on your cheek and walks away. About twenty minutes later you had gotten all the laundry done and went to join Peter on the couch. He was watching reruns of Brooklyn 99 which was one of your favorite shows. He put his arms out and made grabby hands and you leaned into his touch. You laid your head on his chest with the rest of your body sprawled out on the couch. He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You looked up and kissed his lips and sat up just a bit straighter. One of his hands went to the back of your neck and the other rubbed your thigh, and you relaxed even more into him. Your right hand carded through his hair and the other sat splayed on his peck, slightly gripping his shirt. You two stayed like this for what felt like hours, just basking in each other’s comfort. You pulled back to breathe and gave him one last kiss before going back to your original position, laying on him.

“What do you wanna watch?” He yawned.

“Well since your yawning and –“ you yawned this time. “And so am I, let’s just take a nap.”

He hummed in agreement and led you to your shared bedroom and he changed into just a pair of sweatpants. You laid down and he did shortly after. You turned, facing him as your chests were touching. You stared at him for quite a long time before you even realized that you were. His face scrunched up that was so cute you wanted to take a picture.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look cute,” you said back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Nope. I do,” he challenged.

“That’s impossible because I love you to Jupiter and back,” you kissed his nose, ultimately shutting it down because you were tired. School had kicked your ass this week and you hadn’t really had anytime to just lay with Peter. You scooted down a bit so, you could lay your head on his chest, your legs intertwined, as he held you against him so tight that nothing could slip in between you two.

The next morning you had woken up extra early to make some French toast for you and Peter. You got out the bread and butter and the rest of the ingredients and started cooking. Since you were the one who was in the culinary department, the silent agreement between you and Peter was that you would cook, and he would clean your mess. You tried to not make too much of a mess, because you weren’t that mean. After a couple more minutes you got breakfast done and at that exact moment you put the toast on the plate, Peter comes waddling out with his hair a mess. It was almost like it was scripted like a scene in a movie.

“I smelled French Toast,” he smiled.

“Mhm, I thought that I would be nice and cook breakfast for you this time.” You pecked his cheek and gave him the syrup.

“Eat up and get ready for a long day of packing suitcases, babe,” you winked at him.

“Oh boy.” You didn’t hear his sarcasm often, but when you did it always made you chuckle.

He went over to the couch and you followed setting up the coffee table and turning on Spongebob to watch as you ate. You turned towards him and smiled and received a kiss on the nose. Today was going to be a good day, you thought.

It was now four thirty in the evening and you and Peter were packing up all your belongings into your suitcases. “Okay so you need your swim trunks, flip flops, sunglasses, and what else?” You ask.

“Is that just for swimming?” You nodded. “Then yeah I think that’s it.” You went over to his drawer grabbing his trunks out along with your swimsuit. You had all your clothes spread out into separate piles consisting of swimwear, pajamas, nice shirts, casual shirts, and wedding attire. Peter grabbed all of his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase and you did the same. After that you went to the bathroom to grab all extra stuff that consisted of teeth and hair products, and everything in that category. Peter went into the kitchen to the medicine and started to pack anything that might be needed for allergy’s and whatnot. You figured you would pack your purse of carry on items before you left tomorrow morning.

After two hours of packing and double checking, and once the bed was cleared, you flopped down face first and groaned. “I’m so exhausted,” you huffed.

“Aww, is my baby tired?” He asked this as he pressed feather-light kisses to your neck that always made you shudder.

“Yes,” you say as you awaited a kiss on the lips. He happily kisses you, slow and lovingly, and you feel like you could stay there for eternity. He pulls away for minute to catch his breath. “We should probably figure out what we want to do for dinner.”

“How ‘bout leftovers? There’s still some enchiladas or lemon pepper chicken in the fridge.”

“Ooooh, let’s do chicken.”

You get up from the bed to heat the chicken up in the oven. “Imma make some garlic cheesy rice too!” You shout from the kitchen.

“Sounds good, baby.”

You two make your dinner and eat in a comfortable silence, watching TV. You both decided to watch one more episode of Parks and Rec before calling it a night, and Peter figured it would be smart to go to bed early since you would both have a long day of checking flights and meeting the Avengers tomorrow; and that was tiring by itself.

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paddymoonstruck · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬┃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

chapter one

warnings: cursing, mentions of death, season 4/manga spoilers ??? (that’s about it, think!)

word count: 2,705

notes: this is the first installment of wistful irises !!! i guess it would be a slow-burn fic that would contain 5 or more chapters. i wrote this to cope with the tragedy of AOT manga chapter 138 — that’s just fucked up tbh. please give this one a like/reblog/feedback so i know whether or not you liked it !!

NEXT CHAPTER: H E R E

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

It was quiet — so eerily quiet, a hand came up to soothe her ears bitten by the cold wind. Devon’s palm felt at the rough rubbles on the surface of which she was sat on. Everything she laid eyes on tugged at her heart, scanning at her surroundings as if she looked one more time, her vision would change.

Alas, she gazed upon the damaged cities from her place atop Wall Rose, with no success. Devon threw her head back, opting to find comfort at the stars that laid peacefully on the sky.

“They’re dead.” She asserted, nearly winced at the wave of overwhelming devastation rushing at her heart.

However, she was unsure who or what she was alluding to. Was it the people of Paradis? Those she lost? Or even — the stars?

Nothing was clear, at the moment. Only hurt and confusion clouded her devices. She found her palms closing in on the small rubbles she had caught, clutching them tightly in her fist.

It had been four years since everything went into a complete spiral. Perhaps it was for her alone, considering a massive part of her died along with the hundreds of comrades who sacrificed themselves for the sake of the truth.

She remembered the day they found out about the life that existed beyond these walls. The walls she had known all her life, was quite literally, made to imprison its people. It was unclear whether she was angry or sad that there was a whole world out there that hated their existence so much that they’d created monsters to attack them.

“It’s late, Devon.”

She recognized that sweet-tuned voice instantly but didn’t turn to look his way as she spoke. “It’s awfully cold, too.” Her voice came in a whisper.

Her new companions footsteps grew closer, making her glance to her right. “Are you here to wallow in despair with me, Armin?”

The blonde simply sat down beside his friend, looking ahead the dark path. “No,” He answered. “I was just looking for you.”

The silence returned after that. Chilly air wafting at the night, Devon laid her hands on her lap, inspecting how they’ve gotten small cuts from the sharp stone she had held. Her ears felt blocked as her hands began to tremble. She clenched her teeth in the hopes to ebb away her impending emotions. She exhaled a shattered breath, pressing her hands against the skin of her face.

Armin’s hand that intended to ease Devon’s cries, seem to have worsen them the moment it touched her. However, he continued on, rubbing small circles at the column of her back.

“I — “ Devon started, her voice failing her as another ripple of pain pounded at her chest.

An encouraging hand reached up against her own, gently coaxing her into a state of solace, just enough for her to be able to convey her emotions.

With a breath, Devon began once more. “I thought we’ll be close to peace, once we discovered what was in that goddamn basement,” She laughed, lacking humor. The back of her palm wiping at the tears that had fallen on her cheeks. “But — it was just another door to one more disaster.”

“That’s true,” Armin agreed, but still mulled over her words. “It is a big step from freedom, though.”

She gritted her teeth, baring the headache that came with it. There was a part of her that knew it was the exact idea Armin had in mind. Regardless of her understanding, she couldn’t help but feel a whistle of displeasure crawling against her lips.

With a swing of her head, she finally flashed her attention to Armin. Devon gave him a once-over, noticing how his once shoulder-length hair, had been cut shorter, lips curled into a frown, dragging down a creases on his forehead. The main thing that always saddened Devon was the look in his eyes.

Armin was the last person Devon thought she’d see with those haunting wisp. He was the last shred of hope she had in this world, even before everything came tumbling down, Devon saw Armin as a beacon, that she could run to whenever it all became horrifyingly dark— staring at him now, Devon felt extremely helpless, loneliness grasping at her throat, catching herself reaching for Armin’s hand that was placed on her back, snatching it on her own.

“We’ve lost so much,” She mumbled, compressing her grip on his hand. “I can’t afford to lose anything anymore— Armin—”

“You won’t—”

“— If we go tomorrow, I will—”

“Devon—”

“No— we’re going into a lion’s den! Every single person in that goddamn land wants us dead!” She stressed, leaning in closer to Arnim as if it’s bound to improve his comprehension.

Armin halted, observing the panic flood in Devon’s sunken eyes. The usual brilliance of its green hue had faded over time. In it’s place were tired, dull irises staring back at him.

He swallowed the lump building up his throat, nodding in understanding. “I know— but we have to bring him home, Devon.”

With a quick dark chuckle, Devon faced the sky, leaning her head back. “I don’t even know if I want to see him,”

Huffing out a breath Armin was holding, he abruptly got on his feet, pulling his hands from Devon’s freezing ones.

The latter flashed him a confused glance, awaiting his next move. She watched as Armin shook off his Survey Corps jacket, soon hanging it on her shoulders.

Maybe it was the topic of discussion that made them neglect the air that had been a lot chillier than before. Devon felt warmth seeping back into her skin as she hugged the material tighter against her body.

“You don’t seem to have a choice for the matter,” Armin muttered, gazing down at her. “Whether or not you’re in good terms with him, Eren still belong with us.”

Devon grimaced, as if Armin had said something completely ridiculous— in her eyes, it was.

She recalled that painful night, about three months ago. The night Eren decided to sneak out and leave Paradis. He had been babbling about it for weeks prior to his escape. Devon made the mistake of thinking it was all that— mindless babbling.

She was wrong, of course. Eren had actually planned everything. He was going to see through his stupid plan.

“Are being fucking serious right now?” Devon hissed, distressed eyes were scanning Eren’s face, hoping this was some sick prank he’d gotten everyone in.

Eren cringed at the volume of her voice, hands putting up immediately to cup her mouth. “Devon— Please— Listen, yeah?”

His pleas were met by deaf ears, as Devon slapped his plams away from his mouth, glaring at him with the outmost disbelief.

“You’re being stupid,” She scoffed. “This is stupid— Eren— You want to go there?” Her furrowed eyebrows deepened the more she thought about it.

Eren bit his lip, nodding slowly, standing rigid in front of her, frozen at the fire in her eyes. He examined her, sitting on her bed, contemplating the information he threw at her face.

The light of the single candle in the room, illuminated the left side of her face as she turned to him again. “What ever you think is going to fix this, it’ll only call for another war—”

“That’s nothing new.”

“You selfish—” She had lunged at him, limbs acting before her brain. “—little brat—!” An echo deafening resounded in the small enclosed space, rearing on the silence it followed. Devon’s palm stung, eyes raging and barely seeing anything beyond her seething anger.

Before she had the mind to process anything, her head banged against a solid surface, a groan leaving her lips from the impact.

Everything was fuzzy, scarcely making out anything at sight. Only cloudy images filled her vision, almost not feeling the bruising grip pressing her down by the wrists.

The searing breath near her ear, felt uncomfortably cold, a pair of lips grazing at the tip, making her shudder.

“For your own protection— all of you— remember that . . .”

The words echoed, but she could barely hear the last ones, as her breath turned calmer, the last thing she saw were those turquoise orbs, looking back at her with an emotion she couldn’t quite read.

Devon shook herself out of the memory. There was more to it, she knew that — but she couldn’t seem to remember. When she tries, a huge headache always came crashing down on her. A sick wave slapped her as she thought about the dreadful possibility of Eren, messing with her memories.

She hated the big gapping wall in her mind. It was always incomplete, left her nothing but empty guesses about what else he could have said to her that night before he left her hanging with a missing piece in her heart.

He left them — and just like that, he gets to come home in the most unnecessarily brutal way possible. Eren was asking for a bloodbath, and unfortunately, that was what most likely going to happen tomorrow.

“He’s going to get us killed.” She muttered, voice thinning at the thought of her fallen comrades — endless blood — fire — explosions — “We’ll be lucky if we all make it out in one piece.”

This time, Armin didn’t contract her declaration, having her look down. He was frighteningly aware of the fact that any of them could die at any given moment. It brought him peril at how Devon had smacked him in the face with the reality he was trying to avoid. A part of him wanted to believe it was all going to go smoothly, but the logical part of him had mulled over the dreadful alternative for a long time now.

He sympathized with the hostile feelings Devon had grown for Eren. Perhaps it was due to the puzzling relationship they possessed. If he was to base it on his observations alone, it was painfully obvious that they cared deeply for one another but never had the time or courage to say it.

No one has ever pried about their relationship, since they both dismissed it as nonsense. It was perplexing yet as clear as day what they had for each other.

They would always be found bicker when they were younger, Devon calling Eren an ugly airhead then Eren shooting back that they were the same. Back then, it was true. They were kids who thought they could do everything themselves. Armin could say, Devon grew out of that attitude as time passed by when he got to know Devon a little better.

After the battle with Zeke, Reiner and Bertholdt, the amount of trauma everyone endured was terrible. The bloody aftermath of Paradis was engraved into their minds, never fading until their last breath.

The guilt ate at Armin when he found out how he came to be alive. He often wondered why it was him. Why did Captain Levi give him the chance to live over Commander Erwin.

On the other hand, remorse gripped at Devon’s throat at the unintentional betrayal that crossed her mind that day. She found herself opening her mouth before she could hide it away.

“I was so desperate for peace . . .” She whispered, yanking down Armin by his hands, his behind slamming against the hard concrete as he was forced to sit down in front of her. “That I . . . For a long time — I believed that only Erwin could lead us there —”

“It’s alright — “

“It isn’t — it was meant to make me happy, for goodness sake — you came back from the dead after I stood there and watch you get burned alive . . .” She failed to realize she was crying until she felt droplets of her tears falling on her hands, intertwined with Armin’s.

Looking away, she continued, Armin watching her carefully. “Mikasa and Eren were desperately convincing Captain Levi to resurrect you — while I stared at both yours and Commander Erwin’s body , absolutely loathing the choice that had to be made.”

Devon could no longer hold in her heavy sobs, as it broke through her completely. “I get why you thought that, and you weren’t selfish for doing it, were you?” She listened to Armin’s reassuring voice. “You thought Erwin should’ve had it because you believed people would follow him and would avoid getting hurt — “

“ — you’d be able to do that too, though . . .” Devon countered, sniffling as she glanced back at Armin’s oceanic orbs. “I was just blinded by fear to think straight back then.”

Armin smiled at Devon in a silent gratitude. “I thought about everything you did, too, and maybe you’re right, maybe I’m too blinded by my own fears to face another life that was given to me — but I promised Captain Levi and Commander Hanji I’ll do everything it takes to bring us the peace we’ve been seeking out for years.”

Devon winced at the sudden touch on her head, chestnut locks swishing from one side after the other as Armin ruffled her hair.

“Regretting could only get you so far,” Armin stated, a small smile gracing his face. “What’s important is what you decide to do about it.”

Warmth flooded at Devon’s core, nearly bursting into tears at Armin’s comforting words. Her mind went back to Eren, his circumstances and living conditions on that island were mostly unknown. But seeing as he had the facilities to send a letter, hints that it must be at the least safe.

She started to fly over the scattered thoughts inside her head, mulling over how mentally drained she has been, yet the noise and dull of her heart seem to only worsen. The countless times she had to convince herself of the good things left in the world to bask the gift of life, but lately, she found herself sitting by the windowsill of her room. Eyes always glancing up the sky whether or not they were painted with shining stars.

Devon often clutched her chest when the uncontrollable pangs in her heart refuses to remain still. Some days, the rejection of waking up rattles her tremendously, and the refusal to face the day ahead was stronger than anything.

She wanted nothing more than to take a few steps back and reverse time to relish the tranquility of it all. It sounded ridiculously selfish, but she’d trade anything if it means she would awake to Eren and Jean’s loud voices arguing or to see Sasha pocket goods she had stolen from the kitchen while being chased down by Armin. And oh — what she wouldn’t give to replay the day they’ve all bonded together after Keith Shadis made Sasha run until she was in the brink of insanity.

It’s those little things that made her nostalgic, bringing a sad smile on her lips that she wasn’t sure if she wanted those thoughts randomly popping up her mind. Sometimes, disbelief hits her harder than anything whenever she’d allow herself to scan the faces of what’s left of her teammates.

When Erwin had told them, he knows “they’d one day go far and achieve great things”, if he was still here, Devon would surely make him look at what had become of them.

Everyone was preparing for the expedition in Marley tomorrow. Devon had exited the room when she had heard the severity of the situation. Eren was going to wreck havoc in that foreign island and he gave them no other choice than to lend him aid.

It was rather conflicting, Devon was worried for him but nonetheless, despised his living-breathing self. She often wondered about his whole motive, considering his adamant proclamation that it wasn’t for his own self-indulgence.

It felt like it was, as she began to feel the shuddering screams of the impending battle that was set to take place.

If another life of her loved one’s taken from her tomorrow, she fears that it might throw her in an unstable state and she had every right to blame it all on Eren.

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dickgrayson80sremixmp3 · 4 years ago

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(baby wrote a songfic like it’s 2012)

writing tag/ ao3

People never look up in Gotham.

First of all, it's practically always raining. Heavy, slanting sheets of rain which more often than not sting the eyes in a way that pure water really shouldn't do. Secondly, you're likely to look up and see some supervillain cackle as they ready their death ray and then what? Better not to look at all.

All this means that a vigilante not long returned from the dead can observe the city go by beneath him in relative peace. Jason Todd, at twenty two, finally finds a sense of quiet he hasn't felt in a long time when he's perched up high on one of Gotham City's ubiquitous gargoyles, rain soaking his hair and the white streak the Pit gave him (that still surprises him in the mirror), watching cars drive past and Gothamites go about their business. The whole event makes him calm enough to finally give some thought to you (as if he hadn't thought of you every day since he'd come back, even when he was too raving with Pit madness to know who the girl in his mind was.)

After some digging, he'd discovered that you were studying at Gotham University, just like the two of you had planned at age fourteen, perched on the roof of the manor and staring at the stars, revelling in the moment before Alfred inevitably found you and made you get down where it was safe. Jason had always planned to major in English literature and minor in creative writing, and even today he feels the tug of need unfurl deep in his heart whenever he thinks of hurrying between lectures, scribbling lines into his notebooks, losing himself in the university library. Your plans had always been more hazy, swinging wildly between dreams of ancient philosophy, or sustainable development, or Asian cinema, or climate science. He wonders what you've settled on. He could easily find your transcript and know for certain but he still harbours a dream of making up with you, having you tell him your major and your plans and your dreams like a friend again.

Three nights a week, he discovers, you sing and occasionally play bass in a four piece band, performing in bars across South Gotham. You've been together since junior year of high school (after him, after he'd left you alone and gone and got himself blown up, a poisonous voice whispers in Jason's head as he hunches over his phone, reading your Spotify bio) - you the beautiful front woman with three other men on guitar, drums, and keyboards. Looks like she forgot you quickly enough, the voice suggests slyly and Jason can't find any way to argue. The few songs posted on your page reveal a dedication to the 80s retrowave, synth heavy music you'd loved back when he first knew you, a love shared by Dick. Jason remembers sitting in roiling jealousy as you and Dick excitedly swapped recommendations, as you sat up in the front seat of Dick's car while the two of you blasted your favourite tracks, Jason forgotten in the backseat. Just one more thing Dick had that he didn't.

The videos he finds under your tagged mentions show you in smoky, dingy bars, tall in platform sandals and wide, high waisted jeans, casually stunning in tiny strappy tank tops and dark eyeliner. His breath catches high in his chest as he watches these videos, heart hammering in his ears as he sees how you've grown up, hears your sultry, magnetic voice wind through his thoughts. The secret crush he'd always harboured rears itself with a vengeance at these moments, torturing him with images of what could've been, with the reminder that he really never had got over you.

Eventually Jason leans into the inevitable and turns up to some of your regular spots, nursing a surprisingly cheap drink and lurking towards the back of the room, where he can watch you but you can't spot him. Not that you would, even if you thought he looked familiar - your Jason was dead, wasn't he?

You look like a dream, hair loose, eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the bar. The pink and blue neon lights flicker across the lines of your face, catching on the gold of your jewellery and dazzling him. Not just him, he quickly realises, as he hears the man to his left order a drink 'for the gorgeous singer' and he can't help but look. Blonde, well dressed in suit and tie even though his top buttons are undone and his hair is askew. He just screams 'financial district' and there's a smug surety in the way he stares at you, like he's confident you won't be able to resist him. Jason grits his teeth as he watches the barman catch your attention. You lean down to hear what he says into your ear as he hands you the glass, hair falling over your shoulder. As you straighten, your eyes scan the bar and Jason instinctively sinks lower into his collar. Your eyes slide right over him. The banker asshole raises his glass at you and you smile sweetly.

"Thanks for the drink Darren" you say, eyes crinkling at the edges, and "Darren" visibly puffs his chest, eyes trailing over your body shamelessly. Jason notices however that you only take one sip of the drink before setting it aside and not touching it again, and his shoulders release a little of their tension.

The bar closes at around 2am, and the band packs up just before this. You hop down off the stage, retrieving your bag from behind the bar, your platforms already swinging in your hand as you jam your feet into sneakers. You drag a huge grey hoodie over your tiny, spaghetti strap top, an old red jacket following quickly after. It's not until Jason's fifth or sixth time watching that he recognises the jacket as the one he used to wear everywhere as a fifteen year old, and his heart clenches a little at the realisation. A Styrofoam box of leftover bar food is pushed into your hands as you swing your bass over your shoulder, and you grin at the old barman as you wave to your bandmates, pausing at the door only to pull the hood up over your head as you run to catch the last night bus heading north towards 24th and Fairway. From the rooftops, Jason observes as you drop into a window seat, leaning your head against your bass and watching the raindrops slide down the glass for the forty five minutes it takes to get to your apartment building. He knows it’s weird to watch you like this, but panic claws its way up his throat every time he even imagines telling you he's still alive. Better that you never know, better you remember him as he was than be confronted with how he's changed, better that Jason never has to see Bruce's look of disappointment as it manifests on your face.

Far, far too early the next morning you emerge again, this time with sweats replacing your jeans and a backpack replacing your bass. Earphones jammed in your ears, you nod your head absently as you walk to class. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair is still wet from the shower and pulled into a hasty braid, and Jason can never bring himself to look away.

Some days he indulges himself, tucks one of the battered paperbacks he's swiped from the library at the manor into his back pocket, walks around the campus like he's a student. It's stupid, really, and the shame he can't shake makes him a little awkward, but none of the other students look twice at him, even on the hot days when he's still in long sleeves and jeans, keeping his hands tucked into his pockets to hide the thick bands of scar tissue across his knuckles. He's not even the biggest guy on campus, considering GU's mediocre football team, and generally Jason finds that an old ballcap to cover the white tuft in his hair and keeping his head bowed prevents anyone's gaze ever resting on him longer than a second.

It's useful, being so invisible, but lonely, and inevitably Jason gets too used to it.

He gets a fright, one day, when he's reading alone under a maple tree in the middle of the quad (Ray Bradbury, an old favourite) and suddenly hears your voice, loud and laughing, only a few feet away. He jumps, eyes flicking to you in panic, before he remembers himself and tucks his chin, lifting his book slightly to cover the bottom half of his face. His caution is ingrained but unwarranted; you never even glance at him. Safely unnoticed, he watches with an ache in his chest as you hurry across the grass, kicking your flipflops off as you go until you're barefoot, casual in a big white t shirt and cycle shorts. The man walking besides you carries your backpack, and hands it to you once you flop down besides a group of people just over from Jason (unlike him, they bask in the sun). He recognises your bandmates, young, handsome, confident, as well as some girls he's never seen before. They heckle through their laughter as you hug your companion goodbye, and the two of you grin good-naturedly as he says his goodbyes and continues across the quad. The chapter heading squiggles and winds across the page, and Jason can't keep his eyes off you now, however pathetic he feels. He notices everything, from the way you giggle wildly and whisper to your girlfriends to the way the boys grab at your bare legs and pinch your sides trying to find out what you're saying. You look comfortable and relaxed and so, so happy, as you pull your ponytail loose and flick the hair tie at the dark skinned boy besides you, that he almost can't stand it. He breathes through it, slowly, like Alfred showed him so long ago, and the lump in his throat lessens, and he's able to return to his book, even if the appeal has worn off slightly and he can still feel your presence burning in his peripheral vision.

That day, when he returns to his bare, empty apartment he resolves to at least try to stop torturing himself. It doesn't stop him dropping in to your shows at least once a week, but he's working on not wanting to cry every time he sees you. He cuts down on campus visits too, and squashes the disappointment when he doesn't see you in the quad again. Mostly. It's hard being dead.

"This is a new old song" you say one night, just before closing. "I wrote it a while back but I've never felt comfortable to sing it before now."

You pause for a moment, eyes casting down, and the blonde man in the denim jacket, the guitarist on your right, pats your arm gently. Jason recognises the longing look in his eyes as he looks at you as an expression he himself had worn most of his teen years. Hell, he's probably wearing it right now.

"It's about loving someone you can't have" you say, looking back out at the crowd again determinedly, "and it's called Jason"

Jason starts at this, his drink sloshing over the edge of his glass and onto the bar in front of him. Distracted by the heat curling up over his cheekbones, he almost misses the next words out of your mouth:

"Jason in this song is a bit of an asshole" you say, your lips quirking on one side, "which is a little unfair to the real Jason, who was wonderful."

Your eyes are soft as the band counts in and Jason stares unabashedly as you start to sing.

You were right, this Jason is an asshole, and it stings a bit to hear you sing 'he'll only let you down', but it's nothing compared to the ache he gets when you reach the chorus -

oh, Jason, tell me what you're chasing,

because the night will never give you what you want,

oh, Jason, and if you can't escape it,

I hope you find whatever you've been looking for'

- because even though there were never any other girls, not for him, it was true that he'd left you, ran out of your life calling something about finding his real mother and never came back...

Lost in his memories, his blood is rushing in his ears and he's rooted to the spot. Normally he's long gone by the time you're heading out but this time he's still sitting at the bar and you hurry past close enough to touch, close enough for him to briefly feel the warmth of your skin on his back. Luckily for him your attention is focussed on your phone screen, cursing as you see the time, and you pass by without noticing him. His breathing is unsteady as he grapples with the realisation that all that time he'd spent silently loving you, you'd been loving him right back.

Go after her! Something whispers to him, in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Dick.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe, Jason finally thinks, breathless.

Maybe.

(is the music based on my favourite music? yes. are the outfits based on my outfits? also yes. are the fuckin classes based on classes i’ve taken? i’ll give you three guesses)

tagging a couple of my favourite dc writers bc i am stupid and now can’t remember anyone else i like to read lmao anyways <3 @prettylittlebrownskingyal + @ereawrites + @angelz-dust <3

#writing #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fic #jason todd #jason todd headcanon #dc fic #dc x reader #batboys x reader #batboys fic #red hood x reader #red hood fic #red hood #tbh i'm kinda hazy on whether jason is red hood in this lmao #dc comics #also this song bops lol

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anyoneseenadam · 4 years ago

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Home: Chapter Six

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing, THIS PART HAS SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED but it is very soft

word count: 3.2k

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a/n: this part was gonna be super fluffy and lovely but of course i cant do that so it’s quite angsty lol sorry. BUt Percabeth make an appearance and we love them so I think that evens it out :) I also apologise if there are any mistakes I wanted to get this out ASAP because I have exams coming up :( pls comment it genuinely makes my day i get so happy when people comment, anyway enjoy!

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Azriel wasn’t entirely sure he would ever get over ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, or any other Marvel movies for that matter, having cried when Bucky was revealed, or when Pietro died making you practically piss yourself with laughter as you muttered something along the lines of “Just wait.”

When the sun began to rise you had turned the laptop off, pulling him in tightly as you pulled the thick duvet over you and proceeded to snore softly with your head pressed over his heart and your other hand reaching out and clutching your favourite soft toy. He thinks he maybe got three hours of sleep, but he laid with you the whole morning, addicted to the heat emitting from you and the way the whole room seemed to be resting as you slept, the breeze swaying the curtains matching that of your gentle breaths and the plants drooping as they too relaxed.

When you did wake, Azriel found his way between your legs, determined to wake you up properly. Your soft cries were like music to his ears, and he made you cum three times before you were pushing his shoulders away, shaking from over-stimulation, and climbing on top of him, sinking down slowly, letting yourself feel every inch. As he sat back, his hands resting on your waist to guide you when you became breathless, holding tightly and occasionally thrusting up into you when the pace became to slow for his taste. You reached a hand to his wings as his thumb found your clit, and you kissed sloppily as you searched for release.

Soon, you fell on top of him as he grunted, hips stalling as you whined into his open mouth. He slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, the two of you laying silently simply enjoying the others presence. You soon looked up at him and gave him a breathless smile, pecking his jaw, before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and grabbing a robe of the floor. You made your way to the record player and filled the room with the sound of the Bee Gee’s, Azriel closing his eyes and letting the foreign sounds consume him. You sat down at your vanity and started putting on your jewellery, all the movements practiced, and he cracked open an eye watching you string necklaces with crystals hanging from them around your neck. He laughed as you sang along to the song, flirty eyes catching his as you swayed from side to side.

“More than a woman…” you sang softly as you pulled lacy panties up your legs and rubbed fruity lotion into your legs and hands, waving your hands to dry them before pushing of numerous rings. He sat up in bed, watching you intently as you moved to your wardrobe and pulled out a pretty off-the-shoulder, white dress with frills and faint flowers decorating it. You dropped your robe and pulled on the dress, shaking your hair out and turning to walk over to him. The golden light from the window coated you and you look like you belonged in the Day Court as your skin was cast in the glow, it seemed to weave around you alike a halo and he was struck by how angelic you looked.

“I’m gonna go wash my face,” you said, pressing quick kiss to his lips and giggling sweetly when he tried to chase your mouth for more, pulling away and leaving the room, blowing a kiss in his direction.

He stood, a love-drunk smile on his face as he went about finding his boxers from the night before and pulling them on, grimacing at the tight fit, before he wandered to the drawer you had pulled them from, laughing when he found men’s joggers as well and pulling them on. When he turned to find a top he was instead greeted by a middle-aged man in running gear. He reached for truth-teller, moving into a fighting stance, his shadows swarming around him menacingly and silently begged that you would stay in the bathroom to avoid seeing any blood.

“At ease Azriel, I won’t hurt you.” The strange man said, not actually looking at him and instead typing furiously on his phone.

“How did you get in here?” Azriel asked gruffly, assessing the man to see if he had weapons.

The man waved a hand through the air dismissively, “You are not supposed to be here you know.”

“What do you mean?” He was still uncomfortable at the fact the man knew his name, and now he was insinuating that he knew that Azriel wasn’t from this world.

“Stupid Aphrodite and her hopeless ideals messing up the routes so you could meet (y/n). The fates won’t be happy if you don’t return soon, and even worse Persephone will lose it if she thinks her daughter has been dragged into any messy situations like this, so you boy, are going home, come on.” He beckoned to Azriel, but he didn’t budge.

“Who are you?” He demanded as the man rolled his eyes.

“Hermes, messenger God, now come on I don’t have all day.”

“What did you mean by the fates?”

Hermes sighed deeply, muttering something about a pay raise under his breath before he finally looked up at Azriel. “Some soulmates simply just aren’t meant to meet I’m afraid, why do you think we wrote so many tragedies. If a Greek is born lucky enough to have a soulmate they will likely be from another world, and that means they cannot be together. I know you think she is your mate, but she must stay here, she’s not even immortal it would be cruel. I told Aphrodite to not let you two meet and that it would just end in heart-break, but she didn’t listen, felt bad for the girl or something, but either way you need to leave now.”

Azriel opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t find the words, you really were his, his mate, but now he was being told that he couldn’t be with you. He tried to reply again but before he could you were floating back into the room, smiling widely when you saw Hermes.

“Hermes, long time no see. What calls you to my humble abode?” you asked, moving to Azriel’s side and laughing when he still didn’t put down his dagger, “It’s okay Az, Hermes is actually one of the nicer ones.”

Hermes laughed at the compliment, but sadness shone in his eyes as he looked upon you.

“You look happy,” he said, a regretful look suddenly over-coming his features, yet Azriel couldn’t feel any sympathy for the man that was going to hurt his mate.

“I am.” You said, gazing up at Azriel with soft eyes, and Hermes placed his buzzing phone in his back pocket.

“My child, it’s time for Azriel to leave,” he said softly, your head whipping around to look at him.

“What?” The sharpness of your tone surprised Azriel. He had grown used to your soft side that spoke to flowers and baked homemade bread, but now he was remembering the broken part of you that was part God and build walls up in seconds. He placed a hand on your lower back as the room suddenly shuddered under your power, all plants awakening.

“You two were never meant to meet, Aphrodite just wanted you to meet him after your fall, but she forgot that he would have to return, I’m so sorry.” Your eyes filled with tears as you tried to make sense of what was happening, snarling at the God.

“No but this has nothing to do with the Gods, it- he got here on his own, we met by chance,” You were shaking as you tried to explain, sadness and confusion battling anger, and Azriel thought he could hear his heart break.

“I’m sorry child, I have to take him back. He only got here because of Aphrodite.” You were shaking your head, tears flowing freely now, gripping his arm and Hermes approached.

“NO, no there must be another way, please don’t take him from me! I need him, I love him, please don’t do this!” Hermes, shockingly, also appeared to be close to tears as he rested his hand on Azriel’s shoulder, his body going numb as he was pulled from you, unable to fight back.

“(y/n), baby, I’m sorry, I’ll figure this out okay I promise. I’m not leaving you here.” He didn’t think he would ever feel this much pain again as he watched the woman he loved sob, trying desperately to hold onto him as he was pulled from her world, the image of her collapsing to her knees as he was wrenched from her grip becoming imprinted in his mind.

He was gone. He was gone and you were alone again.

The scuffed wooden floor below you was cool as you pressed your forehead against it, sobs racking your body. You pushed yourself up and sat against the wall, checking the time on the clock. 15 minutes. You would cry for 15 minutes and then you would get him back. To many times you have just accepted your fate, but you couldn’t this time, you and Azriel met for a reason there had to be something. You wouldn’t let the anger and fear swallow you again.

When 15 minutes had past you forced your self to stand, wiping your eyes with your hand before searching for tissues. When you had blown your nose, you found an old notebook and grabbed your pen. A list, a list would organise your thoughts, you could find a loophole something had to work. You wrote down every theory you had, every book you would have to look in and every person you had to ask, sniffling, and rubbing the tears from your eyes. When you were done you found the backup burner phone you kept for emergencies and found Annabeth’s number. She picked up on the third ring and you took in a shaking breath.

“I think I need your help.”

Hermes left Azriel on the outskirts of Velaris, strangely back in his Illyrian leathers, he had apologised again, true sadness shining in his eyes, but Azriel just growled as feeling returned to his limbs. Hermes looked as if he wanted to say something but decided not to and with that left.

As Azriel shot off the ground he was struck with a sharp pain in his chest, as if being apart from her was physically paining him. He flew over his home, the city he had grown to love but even the feeling of coming home couldn’t distract from the cold that was seeping into his bones. He would destroy the Gods themselves before he let them take you from him and he fought a snarl as he pictured the hell he would make them pay for making you cry.

He landed outside the town house but before he could even open the door the wind was knocked out of him as Cassian barrelled into him in what was either a really rough hug or a tackle, it was hard to tell with Cassian sometimes.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN IT’S BEEN WEEKS?!” he winced as Cassian yelled right in his ear, shoving him off him as the rest of his family, minus Amren, surrounded him. Feyre was next to hug him and he returned his High Lady’s embrace, when she pulled away he met Rhysand’s eyes, and he saw the sadness in Azriel’s, shocked as Azriel rarely let any emotion show on his face.

��C’mon lets go inside,” Rhys said, outstretching an arm for his wife. Mor, holding Nyx, followed them in and Cassian who was still glaring at Azriel grabbed his arm and tugged him in, grumbling under his breath about how Azriel hadn’t even sent a letter.

When they were all sat, including Amren who apparently just couldn’t be bothered to come greet him as she knew he was coming her way anyway, Feyre asked him what happened. His eyes instinctively found Elain where she sat huddled in the corner of an armchair, and as he took in her spectacular beauty, all he could think of was how no one compared to you. No one compared to your callused hands that had seen many fights and handled many weapons, or your scarred back that only proved how strong you truly were. No amount of beauty could ever compare to you when you had completely stolen his heart, it didn’t help that you were also the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

He paused, a small part of him wanting to keep you a secret as he feared Cassian’s flirting and the prospect of losing the woman he loved again, but as he looked upon where Cassian sat with nothing but worry for his brother in his eyes, Nesta perched next to him, back straight as usual but a hand in his brother’s, he realised he was being ridiculous. He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath, fiddling with his hands as he told his family everything.

Percy had forgotten how much he loved (y/n)’s cottage. It always smelt of cinnamon in winter and roses in summer and it usually had the second-best homemade goods her had ever eaten, their only flaw being the lack of blue food colouring. But he didn’t have time to dwell on how he had missed the house too much as Annabeth pulled him through the door and into (y/n)’s kitchen where she sat staring with the blank look on her face that Percy knew meant something had gone horribly wrong. She looked up when they entered and stood, practically falling into Annabeth’s arms, hugging her tightly before Percy tugged her into his own, a hand resting protectively on her head. She had always been like a little sister to him even though she was only a few months younger than him, and consistently beat him in training exercises. The first few months after they escaped Tartarus, he had brought her meals and held her when she sobbed and threw up due to nightmares, helping her through the trauma and trying not to throw up himself when Annabeth applied the ointment Will had given you to her back. When she told him of the fraught relationship she had with her father he decided that she needed someone who would be like family and had practically adopted her after they defeated Kronos, the seven, Nico and Will becoming the loving family she had always wanted.

When she pulled away, he nudged her to sit down as Annabeth started preparing chamomile tea for her in the hopes of relaxing her.

“What happened kiddo?” he asked softly, and she huffed a laugh at the nickname. He smiled when he remembered her reaction when he first said it.

“We’re literally the same age!” She threw her hands up as he laughed at her reaction.

“Doesn’t matter you’re technically younger than me.” He argued as she glared at him playfully before waving her hand, laughing when he was strung upside down by a thick vine encircling his ankle.

“Right that’s just unfair!” he laughed before adding “kiddo,” at the end, flipping her off when she rolled her eyes and let him fall and land in a heap, sitting up and rubbing his elbow.

“Rude.” He muttered but she just laughed, picking up the swords she was training with and moved to continue with her training.

They sat and listened as she explained what had happened, taking small sips of her hot tea as she went. When she finished Percy let out a soft curse.

“So Hermes just took him?” Annabeth asked, her eyebrows furrowed in a way Percy knew meant her mind was going a million miles an hour.

She nodded sadly, “there has to be something I can do right? I was finally making progress; I watched all three Iron Man movies with him.”

“That’s a lot of red,” Percy noted, and she bit her lip, nodding sadly.

“What if I never see him again?” She asked, the way her voice broke hit something inside him as he remembered how much it sucked being separated from Annabeth.

“You will.” Annabeth said with such certainty, Percy expected this faerie boyfriend to appear in the seat next to him. Annabeth lifted her bag and started pilling the books she had brought with her and (y/n) stood and moved around her living room, grabbing ones of her own.

“I figured old myths of my mum might help, y’know forbidden love and all,” she said the joke not quite reaching her eyes, but Annabeth nodded.

“I thought the same, but I also figured maybe something to do with Eurydice and Orpheus given he went to the underworld to get her back when they were separated.”

“Didn’t they both die at the end?” Percy asked and (y/n) laughed sadly.

“Shush,” Annabeth said, passing him a book and highlighter. He groaned.

“Why did I agree to this?” He asked but no one answered, and he looked up to see the two women already reading, determination covering their features, so he instead cracked his neck and picked up his own book.

Almost 10 hours later you slammed your book down in frustration, wiping your eyes roughly.

“Nothing, there isn’t one thing here. Either I do something stupid and we both die, or I need to find a way to be allowed to live in his world half the year and this one the other half.” Your shoulders slumped, “And that’s presuming I ever get to see him again, and then! Even then, I have what 70 years with him if I’m lucky. That’s nothing to him, he’s fucking five hundred years old.”

Annabeth looked up sympathetically, one hand woven in Percy’s hair as he slept with his head in her lap.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think this has ever happened before. We might have to start looking elsewhere.”

“I just miss him. I know it’s not even been a day, but he was my soulmate, Hermes said so, he thinks I didn’t hear, but I did and now my chest actually hurts now that he’s gone. He’s gone and I don’t think he’s coming back.” You didn’t know how you had any tears left but they were flowing down your cheeks, hot against your cold hands as you wiped your face.

“You will, I promise we’ll figure something out, even if we have to go to the Gods themselves.” Annabeth smiled at you.

“WAIT!” Percy jumped up suddenly, surprising you both, given he appeared to be sleeping. “The Gods, (y/n) you never got your reward.”

“What?”

“After the battle and the fall, you were offered a reward, but you said no because you sensed you would need it in the future. This is the future you need it now you can be with him!” Percy was practically running circles around your living room, gesturing widely as his arms flailed but Annabeth had gone wholly still, doing the math in her head.

“He’s right, that could work.” You felt hope rise in your chest as Annabeth spoke, “But you would have to be specific, if we’ve pissed off Zeus he’ll try trick you, he’s kinda like a genie.” You let out a genuine laugh.

“I think I need to visit my mum,” you said, eyes bright with hope.

“But it’s September.” Percy said, and you gave him a pained smile, grimacing as you realised where you were going.

“I think Nico and I are overdue for a family dinner.”

#acotar #acowar #acofs #acomaf #acofas #Azriel #azriel x reader #percy jackson #Heroes of Olympus

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I've been having terrible writer's block lately, not enjoying anything I've written, not getting anywhere with WIPs. Poor @darkisrising and @bronze-lorica have had to talk me off edges lately (thanks guys you're the best!). I think I finally have a chapter 3 for Sacred Texts but I'm sitting on it for a while to see if that's the direction I really want to go. I'm soooo sorry for the delay.

In the meantime I was looking through my notes for The Father the Son and the Exile and I found a bunch of scenes I wrote and abandoned as the fic moved in different directions. I figured I'd post some of them because they'll never see the light of day otherwise and because I have nothing else to offer right now.

Originally in Exile, Din and Luke were supposed to make it to Tython. I had them meeting up with Han AND Leia on the planet Ajan Kloss (its the planet Luke and Leia train on in TROS). Its interesting looking back at this, Din and Luke have a different dynamic since I wrote this a long time ago back in March when the story was going in a different direction (I also wrote an homage to one of Writer Owl's fics in the dialogue). I enjoy playful Luke, I don't really write him that often and that's a real shame. Anyways here's wonder wall, enjoy!

Ajan Kloss was a swampy humid hellhole of a planet that no rational, sentient being should visit, let alone enjoy. Of course that meant that Grogu and Luke were comfortable in the sticky humid environment. In fact there was a rare smile stretched across Luke's face and he sounded almost nostalgic as he talked around their campfire.

“There’s a certain type of moss that grows on the trees here that’s edible.”

Din refused to look up at Luke from where he was cleaning their meal. “I’m not drinking any tea you make out of it.”

“It’s more of a garnish?”

Din sighed. “Don’t touch my fish.” He forcefully stuck a stick lengthwise through the fish as an emphasis.

“Grogu should really have more vegetation in his diet. Master Yoda used to eat plants.”

Din snorted. “You’re welcome to try.” It wasn’t like the kid never ate vegetables but they were always fried and covered in spices. That probably wasn’t what Luke was getting at.

“Maybe later. He did eat two whole frogs.” Luke edged himself closer to the fire. “Maybe after this we could swing by Dagobah. You know, assuming we’re not about to trigger some sort of sneak attack or trap. There are tubers I could dig up for him that Master Yoda ate, plus I could pick up more gnarltree bark.”

Din blinked and raised his head up to properly look at Luke. He knew what Luke was doing. He was trying to distract himself with thoughts of the future. It was a tactic Din often used himself--strategize every possible outcome in the hopes the future won’t be as terrifying as it feels.

On the one hand, he was amused and touched by Luke’s continued fixation on Grogu’s eating habits, even if it was hypocritical of Luke given his own poor diet. It reminded Din of some of the older members of the Covert that used to watch Din when he was little. They always used to harass him to eat everything offered to him and gave him sharp nudges when he tried to skip directly to the occasional sweet treat left out for all the foundlings to share. It was very Mandalorian of Skywalker and it felt good. Familiar.

On the other hand, Din really, really didn’t want any more tree bark in the Wayfinder. So Din didn’t really know what to say.

“Hold this.” Din shoved a fish skewer into Luke’s hand. Yeah that worked.

Luke took the skewer with a hint of a smile. “Master Yoda used to eat certain mushrooms too, I think I can safely identify them. Or maybe I could put together an aquarium in the Wayfinder and we could take more frogs with us. I bet I can repurpose one of the smaller cloning cylinders I have in the back and add a filtration system...”

Din shuddered at the thought of living with a cloning vat filled with frogs and the likelihood of frogs, moss and tree bark for dinner several nights a week. Just no. “This is why our people are ancient enemies,” he shuddered. “You live like animals.”

There was silence. Too long of a silence. Din looked up.

Luke was staring at him with a shocked look on his face. “Our people are ancient enemies?” He whispered.

Ah kriff. Din winced. “So I’ve heard.”

“....Oh.” Luke looked crushed. “Nobody told--well. There’s a lot nobody told me,” he sighed. “About being a Jedi.”

Damn damn damn. Din wanted to throw his hands up in the sky.

“I guess that makes sense,” Luke mumbled. He was fiddling with the fish skewer in his hands. “All the other Mandalorians I’ve ever met have tried to capture or kill me. I thought it was just the Bounty…”

“I’m not like other Mandalorians.” Din interrupted, desperate to turn the conversation. It was technically true, probably just not in a way that helped their relationship. Er--their partnership? Their--whatever this was.

“I mean I like you…”

Din froze. What.

“You’re really good at fishing and Grogu loves you. I’d hate to have to kill you.”

Din’s heart restarted in his chest again. Was Luke...messing with him? “You wouldn’t leave a mark.”

Luke blinked up at him innocently and fluttered his damn eyelashes. “I could totally kill you in your sleep.”

The little shit! “I’ll poison your tea.”

“It’s pretty much already poison. I’m immune.”

Heh, true. “Your fish then.”

“I’ll just go grab a frog.”

“You’re staying here and eating my damn fish!”

Luke burst out into sudden loud laughter. It was like a sudden fierce rainstorm in the way it showered over the camp. It startled Grogu, who had been ignoring both of them in favor of playing with some shiny rocks nearby. He tilted his head and then matched Luke’s laughter with a baby chuckle of his own.

“Sorry! I think it's just my nerves talking but that just sounded wrong and so funny--”

Din just shook his head. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what had set Luke off but he didn’t care. “Crazy Jedi.”

“Trigger happy Mandalorian.” Luke gave him a giant smile. “Hurry up and finish this.” He gave Din back the fish skewer and chuckled again. Despite his comment about his nerves, Luke’s shoulders were relaxed and his legs were spread out comfortably by the fire. Din could stare at his lopsided smile all evening, especially as the sun set and the fire highlighted the delight in his eyes. The sun shone through the lighter parts of Luke’s shaggy long hair. It was now untied from the neat bun it had started in and looked soft and golden in the light.

Stars above help him. Luke was beautiful. Din was tired of denying the thought. He wanted to touch Luke’s face with his bare hands, run his fingers through his hair and that was terrifying. He hadn’t wanted to take off his armor for anyone, besides Grogu, in ages. Maybe with Omera...but this was much different. The feelings he’d had for her were a momentary weakness compared to the colossally bad idea this was to develop an attraction for this damaged Jedi. Din had no idea what tomorrow was going to bring. Even if nothing happened, there was the uncertainty of the next day and the next to worry about. Luke was a marked man and every day there was a chance something could take him out. Take him away. The thought burned in him like a chemical fire inside a reactor. Caged deep inside of him, destructive it released, and burning with an intensity greater than Din could stand.

This was why he never got involved with people before he found Grogu. He didn’t know what to do with the intensity of his feelings and how to fit them into his unpredictable life.

“Din?” Luke’s smile fell slightly. “You ok?”

“..Yeah.” Din did what he always did. He pushed his feelings away and tried to focus on the present. What had they been talking about? Food. He sat and thought for a moment. Maybe...

“I have a contact on Tatooine, from a rural town few people have heard of. Mos Epsa.”

“Mos Eps--I thought that was wiped from the planet years ago.” Luke looked impressed.

“It’s still there.” Din handed Luke a cooked fish skewer and settled back with his own. “We could go there, for a while. We’d be safe. I’m assuming we can both eat Tatooine food.”

Luke picked at his fish. “I do miss blue milk.”

Good. “I’ll add it to the list.”

Luke chuckled. “You have a list?”

“Of safe planets we can stop at. We should have alternatives to the drop pods and not be reliant on the New Republic. My list is probably different from yours so we have more options.” Din stabbed his fish a little harder with his skewer to make his opinion of Luke’s employers known.

The smile on Luke’s face got impossibly wider. “That makes sense...Thank you.”

Din grunted. The smile on Luke’s face was too distracting. Instead he looked down at his food. Oh. Right. Damn.

Luke made the exact realization at the same time. “Sorry! I forgot, I can go back to the ship--”

“Shut up and sit down, Jetti.” Din shook his head. He only hesitated for a half second before he reached up to his helmet and unlatched it. He opened it wide enough to take a bite.

“Or you could do that. Of course.” Luke babbled. He turned his head so he wasn’t looking at Din. Which was sweet. But also meant he wasn’t looking at his food.

“Eat.” Din growled. “All of it.” How was it this hard to feed a grown adult? Grogu gave him less trouble. Gods help Skywalker, Din was about to channel some of the fiercest warriors he knew to get him to eat more.

Luke gave him a mock solute. “Yes sir.”

Din began to reach for his sidearm.

Luke responded with a rather unnecessarily dainty bite of fish.

Din began to unhook his blaster.

Luke nibbled at one edge of a fin.

The blaster powered up.

Luke kriffing licked his fish.

“That’s disgusting.” Din gave up. He couldn’t help it--he chuckled as he powered down his blaster.

“Yeah it is,” Luke stuck his tongue out. “Fish is gross.”

“I thought you said you’d eat anything.”

“I do. I don’t have to like it. I didn’t grow up eating fish, it’s both slimy and spikey at the same time.”

“You eat frogs.”

“You can eat a small frog in one bite! I’ve gotten fish bones stuck in my throat.”

“You’re not supposed to eat the bones.”

“Nobody told me that the first time. What part of ‘raised on a desert planet’ does no one understand?”

“You’re an idiot.”

Luke sat back. “I’m done now, mom. May I go now?”

Din sighed. “No.” He held out another fish skewer.

“You got to be kidding me.”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“How hard is the har--YIKES! NO! LETGO! ARGHHH!!!!!”

‘Yup’, Din thought to himself as he held the struggling, still too skinny, Jedi in a headlock. He had it bad and he was going to regret this.

Tomorrow. He’ll regret it tomorrow.

“DJARIN LET ME GO NOW OR YOU’RE GOING IN THE SWAMP!”

Here’s hoping the desert boy could swim.

#Still bummed I never used any of this #Luke the frog eater #lives on a diet of moss leaves and swamp dew #Luke was actually less damaged in this version wtf sb #I made it gayer but also angstier #I miss the exile universe so much #may the writers block end and the words flow soon #have i posted this already?#I feel like I have argh idk #I still like it #The Father the Son and the Exile #sb fics

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