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straykidsreactionsandscenarios · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids Scenario - A Good Day Ruined ~ Christopher Bang

Post Date: 5th December Content: Angst - Chan x Reader Word Count: 1.6K TW?: Forgetting an important date/ Feeling under appriciated Summary: It’s your one year anniversary, and everything seemed to be going right until you’re crying yourself to sleep when it doesn’t go the plan.

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It’s your first year anniversary and you wanted to do something really nice for it, knowing Chan was going to be at work all day, you take matters into your own hands. You’ve already planned everything in your head, just to put it all together.

There’s an hour until he’s due home, giving you enough time to make a start on the food, wanting to make something extraordinary for him as you rush to the kitchen to start it. Luckily, you planned to do this before getting changed into your outfit of choice, realising that you were making more of a mess than you really wanted to.

Whilst the food was cooking, you take the time to prep the table, setting it up to look extremely romantic, candles, red table cloth, the lot. Even putting the cutlery out ready as you sigh happily to yourself at the sight, getting extremely excited for when he comes home to your surprise.

The house starts to smell amazing with the food cooking slowly, getting a good smell of it from each room that you go into. You even prepare the bed, decorate the room with flower petals, changing the duvet covers to fresh ones just for a special night.

Put something plays on your mind, that you couldn’t put your finger on. It takes you moments of leaning against the countertop in the kitchen after strolling in, getting the strongest smell of the food. You couldn’t wait to dig into it, you were surprised that everything was slowly working out in the way you wanted it to.

But that one thing you thought was missing was slowly starting to get on your nerves as you look through the cupboards in hopes for the idea to come to your head.

Lightbulb.

The second you lay your eyes on your favourite baking cookbook, you realise that you’re missing dessert, wanting to make a little anniversary cake just to add that little extra something to the night.

It’s the most you’ve ever had fun baking something, really taking your time to be careful not to ruin it as comes together, baking in the oven as you decide now would be the time to change into the outfit that hangs on your wardrobe.

With the way you admire yourself in the mirror when the outfit is put together, you hoped that Chan would think the exact same of it. It wasn’t too much but it was perfect for the night and you felt so confident. Even more confident that you’ve prepared something perfect for him.

Your phone timer rings as you rush to the kitchen, taking out your cake and setting it to the side to cool as you prepare the icing to go on top, even planning to do a few roses with the icing just for that special touch to go along with your handwritten ‘Happy Anniversary'.

It surprised you how little mess you made this time as you giggled to yourself, setting the decorated cake into the fridge before making your way back to the other side of the kitchen to dish out the food.

Now it was time to put everything together on the table, dishes down as you fill up the glasses with wine, taking a seat as you await his return home with a grin on your face, happy with the effort that you’ve put in and knowing he’s going to love this more than anything.

However, the clock ticks by, and there’s still no sign of him, even an hour later. Not risking wasting your food, you choke back tears as you dig in, looking at the empty seat opposite you and wondering where could he possibly be.

Being so busy with work, he completely forgets about your anniversary and work takes over his finishing time, not leaving his desk until the clock hits two hours past the time he was supposed to be home. However, he still has no inkling of what could possibly be prepared for him at home.

As much as you wanted to have hope, it wears off, heart is crushed as you flop onto the couch, watching the arms on the clock tick by before bursting into tears, cuddling into yourself as your eyes start to close from the tiredness that hits you hard from being so busy. Crying yourself to sleep on the couch.

Chan finally gets through the front door, unknowing of what’s further into the house as he carelessly kicks off his shoes and places his bag down before making his way to the living room.

A small smile makes its way onto his face at the sight of you fast asleep on the couch, but falls in an instant when he notices how puffy and red your eyes were, tears staining your cheeks. As much as he wanted to wake you up, he thought that you must’ve needed this nap, taking a blanket to pull over you, and kissing your head lightly before making his way to the kitchen.

He pauses when he notices the table laid out with his stone-cold food on it, cocking his head to the side in confusion, noticing the blown-out candles but doesn’t really think much of it.

Thirst takes over him, wondering what could be in the fridge to drench it, he makes his way over to it.

The second his eyes notice the cake, his heart breaks into two, eyes and mouth widening as he kicks himself, noticing the decoration. Shutting the door with speed, he rushes back to you, leaning down next to you whilst he struggles to string words together, guilt taking over him.

“I’m so sorry baby,” He says, probably at least five times as he gently caresses your sleeping head, placing peppering kisses on your cheek, soft enough to not wake you up.

However, you must’ve felt his presence as you slowly wake from your slumber, rubbing your weary eyes as your vision comes back to you and noticing he’s sitting on the floor in front of you. He’s got his head in his hands, his back to you as you grunt as you adjust yourself on the couch, making him aware that you were awake.

“Baby?” He quickly whips his head around, taking your hands into his as he goes to apologise, but you retract them, turning your head as you start to well up again. Tears stinging in the corners of your eyes.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” He chokes on his words as you refuse to look at him, sniffling as you try to hold back the stream of tears that beg to be let loose.

“How could you? How could you forget about this?” You whisper angrily at him, taking one look at him as you felt rage go through you, boiling your blood. All this effort for him to forget this special day, a special day to you.

Chan kicks himself, even more, even he asks himself how could he forget. How? Trying his best to get you to keep your eyes on him as he takes a seat next to you on the couch but you’re also quick enough to stand up to move away from him.

As you stand up, he takes notice of pretty you looked in your outfit, adoring you though he didn’t feel like didn’t deserve it, just wanting to make things right, “You look amazing”.

Crossing your arms, you glare at him, tongue in cheek as you try to hold back your anger but you physically couldn’t do it. You tried your absolute best to make this perfect for him and it’s all gone down the drain. His food was cold, you ate by yourself and he forgot about a special day. You had every right to be pissed.

“I know, I dressed for today, our special day. I prepared you food and I even went to the extent of making everything extra special since I know it would’ve made you smile. All of that down the drain because you bloody forgot!” You scream at him, red in the face with pure anger and your heart aches.

Maybe there was a possibility that he genuinely forgot. He actually did, but you couldn’t even comprehend it, the fact that you knew he wrote it down in his diary, on his calendar and was even talking about it the other day. He even said how he couldn’t wait to spend the one-year anniversary together and now look at you.

“I’m so sorry.” He sighs, trying to get close to you, to hold you. But each time he tries to touch you, you dodge it, not really wanting to bother after you’ve spent a lot of your energy on him for him to forget.

“Forget it, enjoy your cold food,” You hiss at him, running to the bedroom and locking the door behind you.

“Y/N, please!” He calls for you, knocking on the door as you sit against it on the other side, sobbing into your hands as he leans against it. All you could muster was, “Leave me alone!”.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. How many times do I have to say it?” He gets worked up himself, his tone sounding harsher than intended, only making you more upset and annoyed at him.

“Like I said, forget it. It’s clear that you don’t care about our relationship,” You know it was stupid to say, but it just comes flying out, ripping off the outfit you had on to change into something else, throwing off the petals and angrily throwing the small gift you also had planned for him at the door, hitting it with a thud.

Chan knows he’s got some making up to do but he’s stuck to know how to do it. You won’t even give him the chance to apologise, to talk to him.

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yoursalwaysadrora · 2 years ago

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WhenItComesToYou

An idea that has absolutely refused to leave my brain. Trying to decide if I should post the full wip, but for now just some hopefully suspencefull tid-bits. Feedback is greatly appriciated as it will help me decide if i should persue this as a serious project.

Description: Tommy gets well acquainted with the strange wounded bird that his brother smuggles into the house on a cold night in January. Her eyes are awfully empty for a woman of only twenty-four but she smiles like it's the first time she's seen the sun.

There’s a woman in his kitchen.

A bloody woman with tears tracks along her cheeks and torn clothing. She hums to herself, something with a strange warble, tracing the woodgrain of the table. Unaware of the danger that lurks just beyond the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” he grunts. She startles violently, rising from her chair and setting her feet to align with her shoulders.

“A man brought me here,” her voice shakes and her eyes bounce across his features. “But you’re a different man.” She whispers almost like he isn’t supposed to hear. He steps further into the kitchen and she scatters to compensate for the lost distance, pressing herself into a corner.

He raises his hands, making a show of pulling his gun from its holster and placing it on the counter. She watches him with rapt attention, waiting for him to launch himself at her. He does no such thing.

Though it is troubling to find an uninvited and disheveled woman in his home at this hour, her admission of an accomplice tells him it’s likely his brother that’s to blame for her intrusion. He sighs as he rolls up his sleeves and readies a kettle. She watches him prepare tea and retrieve a tin of biscuits from a creme colored cupboard.

He takes his own seat at the small table, setting the tin down on the surface before tucking into his cigarette case. He peeks over the flame of a match at her, uses two fingers to push the tin in her direction once his cigarette is lit. She doesn’t move, hardly even breathes, as he takes slow draws. His impatience steadily grows and by the fourth hit he plants his foot on the edge of the chair across from him; gives it a measured kick and it scoots backwards. She catches it by the back, eyes burning into his own. She takes a steadying breath and seems to understand that -unlike his brother- he has a low threshold for aid. She pushes the chair back to the table, taking a seat and folding her hands in her lap.

His eyes flicker to the biscuit tin and it successfully draws her attention. She rips her eyes away from the temptation -unsure, questioning- but when she meets his gaze he simply nods. It’s all she needs, tearing the tin open and stuffing three into her mouth before chewing. She closes her eyes, heaving a sigh as she leans into the back of her chair. She takes another before she’s even finished swallowing. He has half a mind to slow her down, but she holds the tin close to her chest and hunches over it protectively like an animal.

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When Polly brings her back downstairs, Tommy almost wishes she hadn’t cleaned the girl up. It seemed that a good amount of the blood had come from her own veins. Her left cheekbone was swollen and bright muscle shone from the cut. She had a long gash that started just above her left eyebrow and cut across her nose. There were silver scars on her lips and an old burn that stretched from her jaw and just barely touched her right cheekbone -the molten flesh almost too much to bear.

He turns away, nearly struck by the sight, never having seen a woman in such a state.

—

“I used to play,” her lips tilt upwards as she says it. Then she turns her eyes away, setting them on the fire, turning them to glass. “But I don't do that anymore.”

His gaze involuntarily flickers to her sunken knuckles and slightly crooked fingers. He can’t ever imagine her being able to play but, then again, he’s sure there had been a time when she couldn’t have imagined it any other way.

—

“Who is that man?” she whispers, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“What man?” he matches her tone, never taking his eyes off of her. She raises a shaking hand and points to the armchair in the corner.

“That man.” He swallows thickly, glancing at the empty seat.

“What is he doing?” Perhaps he shouldn’t perpetuate this but he wants to understand what’s made her so afraid.

“He’s smoking,” she says, “ and he won’t stop looking at me.” Her breath catches and his chest lurches. He moves in front of her, blocking her from the chair, and offers his hand. She takes it immediately, clutching so tightly that her knuckles turn white.

“Dolly, there’s no one in that chair.”

“Oh, God,” she chokes.

—

He stops in front of her door and takes a deep breath before knocking. Something tumbles to the floor and he can hear fabric rustling. Just as he’s about to knock again he hears her clatter into her shoes. The door swings open and she’s still fitting it over her heel. She rights herself, smoothing her hands down her green dress and smiling brightly. His lips involuntarily twitch into a smile.

“C’mon, now,” he says sternly, “ we’re going to be late.” His tone does nothing to damper her smile and she hooks her arm around his own.

They meet his brothers at the door and the four take off into the night. The wind is biting and it howls incessantly but Gwendolyn still skips and laughs at John’s jokes. Though her spirits are high, Tom can tell that she’s relieved when they step into the Garrison, the shifting temperature rapidly tinting her cheeks. They stop by the bar, John grabbing a bottle and Arthur accepting four glasses from Grace. She gives them a saccharine smile, sparkling eyes lingering on Thomas’ frame. Gwendolyn stiffens beside him when Graces’ eyes glance over her, tucking herself into his side as they enter the snug,

She stares at the blonde barmaid until he closes the door. She doesn’t move, standing firmly next to the exit as he settles at his desk. John is already popping the cap off of the bottle as Aurthur throws himself into a seat. They drank and laughed, all but one falling victim to the contagious merriment clouding the snug that night. Gwendolyn held her position, back straight and shoulders set. Aruthur had offered her a drink, tugged at the side of her skirt until she batted his hands away. John roared laughter, yelling about what an ‘absolute downer’ she was being. Thomas had even arched his brow at her, silently pushing an empty glass to the edge of his desk but she shook her head.

“I don’t like her.”

She says it hours later, breath coming out in soft tufted clouds. He takes the time to look at her from under his cap and finds her cheeks nipped pink by the wind. Her heels click against the pavement, her limp exacerbated into stuttering steps under the weight of John (or, perhaps, her admission.)

“Why’s that?”

He doesn’t need her to elaborate as so whom. He’d been getting better at that; noticing and understanding her idiosyncrasies. She made a lot of funny faces that never seemed to correspond with the emotions they represented. But he had watched it run over her all at once when she’d seen Grace.

“Makes me feel bad,” she huffs.

He glances at her again. She’s focused on John’s stumbling feet, brows furrowed and she worries a bit of the flesh from her bottom lip between her teeth. Plenty of things made her feel bad, but he supposes it’s the way she’d said it; as if he were stupid for not already knowing and sharing her sentiment. Arthur huffs something and he readjusts his brother without taking his eyes off of her.

“What’d you see?”

She makes eye contact with him for the first time since they’d left the snug. The look she gives him -eyes wide, pupils small- like a rabbit that’s just escaped a wolf, sends something inside him into a strange twisting motion. Her face changes, eyes narrowing and lips parting - a particularly dumb look for her.

“You feel it too.”

He doesn’t have time to ponder on how exactly she knew. John suddenly lurches forward and she scrambles to right him, heel scraping noisily against the pavement. He pitches forward to help but it only makes Arthur’s weight more apparent. She effectively steadies herself, cursing all the while, and pulls John’s arm more firmly across her shoulders. John rolls his chin against his collar bone, nuzzling his forehead into her temple.

“Gwen,” he hums, slinging his right arm around her front to find purchase at her waist. He gives her an awkward hug, pouring muddled whispers into her hair. She laughs and plants her hand on his forehead, pushing him away. He playfully nips at her wrist and she pulls back with a shriek. He uses it to his advantage, pressing his face into her neck.

She turns to check in on her counterparts and Thomas turns away. Convincing both her and himself that he hadn’t been watching.

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fruityenderman · 2 years ago

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2 art posts in the same day wooahhh

Everyone say hi to my little minecraft oc and tell him he's the specialist little guy ever his name is Prince or Sticks (or prince sticks) he's a rabbit hybrid and he's just trying his very best

(Rbs much appriciated <3)

[Image ID: a traditional drawing of a rabbit hybrid minecraft oc. He's s very short, beige-yellow, floppy eared bunny, with a little bit of pink hair on his head. He wears large round glasses, a mint green button up shirt, and pink short overalls with heart shaped buttons. He stands triumphantly with a smile, his ears flowing back behind him, with his fist in the air, holding a large pointy stick. Next to the stick is a note that says "sword" in quotation marks with an arrow pointing to the stick. End ID.]

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writing-wh0re · 4 years ago

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HOLY MOLY!

It’s happened, I have hit 1,000 followers! When I joined back in February I did not expect to even make it to 100 followers, let alone 1000. This is incredible, I love you all so much and cannot thank you enough. I’m so glad you all enjoy what I create, I enjoy writing for all of you ❤️

So with that being said, I have come up with a little writing challenge for you all ❤️ Rules:

✏️ You don’t have to be following me to participate in this challenge, however it would be amazing to see what my wonderful followers can produce! ❤️ Otherwise a reblog of this post would be very appriciated!

✏️ Must be a reader-insert, considering this is what my blog consists of.

✏️ Can be any of these characters that I write for: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Spiderman - Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson. Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston. Billy Hargrove. MGK (Colson Baker). Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.

✏️ Blurbs, One-shots, Imagines and Series are accepted. If you do write a series please create a masterlist or include previous chapter links.

✏️ Smut is prefectly okay, however please ensure you include warnings on the chapter and a ‘read more’ insert. (Over 18′s only, please ensure your characters are of age as well.)

✏️ Any other genre is fully accepted, this is time for you to let loose and explore different ideas / concepts! Include any and all warnings at the begining of your fic!

✏️ This should go without saying but no PEDOPHILA, R*PE, RACISM OR INCEST ALLOWED. (You will be blocked if this occurs.)

✏️ Choose one prompt from the list and send me an ask (Ask box only and off anon please) of which one you have chosen and the character you’ll be writing it for. Only one person per prompt - first in, first served.

✏️ A crossed out prompt means it has been taken - once a prompt has been written the author will be creditied beside it.

✏️ If the word prompts don’t excite you, I have also listed a few different AU concepts / Tropes and have provided different songs (with links) for you to write about. Same rules apply - one person per idea.

✏️ No minimum word count however anything over 500 words please insert a ‘keep reading’ break. (Ctrl - Shift - K on windows computers)

✏️ Not mandatory but just to make it easier for me please bold the prompt you use within your story! Please also list which AU / Trope / Song you choose.

✏️ Hashtag your writing with #writing-wh0re-requests1k

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✏️ Due date: July 4th, 2021! (In your timezone) I hope that’s plenty of time for you to get creative x However if you’re creating a series and need more time, please message me.

✏️ After the 4th of July 2021, I will create a seperate masterlist to make it easier for everyone to find.

Prompts are below the cut.

Prompts:

1. Really? You’re choosing them over me? @meph1stophelian

2. So I mean nothing to you? - @midgardianweasley

3. Do you ever shut up? @pengwengs-writing

4. Have you been drinking? @annyadawson

5. If you had just asked me, I would have.

6. Shut up for a second.

7. Do you not understand what I’m trying to say?

8. Kiss my ass. @harleytonks

9. Fuck you, pay me. @rosietoesy

10. Can we not make this work?

11. Um, how about go fuck yourself.

12. You didn’t seriously say that? Did you?

13. Play nice.

14. This means the world to me.

15. I can do this, with or without you. @stxvercgersslut

16. If you don’t do as I say, you’ll die.

17. You’re marrying him? @classyhorseeclipseduck

18. I can’t believe you.

19. Get it through your head.

20. We’re just friends.

AU Prompts:

1. Sibling’s Best Friend AU

2. Roommates AU

3. CEO AU

5. Professor AU

6. Body Guard AU

7. Prince/King AU

8. Sailor / Pirate AU

9. Apocalyptic AU

10. Vampire AU @skarlettmikaelson

11. AU of your choice. @samineisntmyname

Song Prompts (enjoy my mixed music taste):

1. Leave the Door Open - Bruno Mars

2. Drunk Face - Machine Gun Kelly

3. Dangerous - LEFT BOY

4. Heat Waves - Glass Animals

5. Daddy Issues Remix - The Neighbourhood

Tropes:

1. Blind Date - @horrorxweasley

2. Forbidden Love

3. Long-Distance Love

4. Secret Relationship

5. Love Triangle

6. Fake Date / Fake Dating.

7. Enemies to Lovers

8. Friends to Lovers

I tried to give you a variety of options! I hope you all enjoy what you create, I know I will enjoy reading it all. Thank you again for your amazing support, love and encouragement. Stay safe in this crazy world! xoxo

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minithefutureawaits09 · 4 years ago

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You said, “Jump” instead I fell hard for you. (Part 2.)

Pairing: Spirk

Universe: AOS, teen-fic.

A/n: This may or may not end up a series because...because...I...dunno we’ll see. Link to part one :https://minithefutureawaits09.tumblr.com/post/650840335516336128/another-drabble-cause-why-not-pairing-spirk

Any who’s, Let’s begin.

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Jim sat feeling awkward in the foyer of the Embassy. He’d been told by the woman at the desk that she’d sent a message and Spock would come down to retrieve him. This place was well-taken care of. From the shiny marble floors to the Vulcan script on the walls. Every detail in its place. He felt extremely underdressed.

With his plain brown jacket, black t-shirt, jeans, and worn tennis shoes. His hair he’d bothered to make look decent at least, rather than the messy unkempt style from day to day. The sofa was nice too, a simple blue color to complement the rest of the room. If he was being honest it reminded him of the Emerald City from "The Wizard of Oz," just with the way they had described it and the way this room looks. Just as he started to wonder if he’s been forgotten about a voice says his name,

“Jim?”

”Over here, Spock.”

He stands up and waves, shoving his free hand into his pocket. A smile tugged his lips upward as he eyed the other’s outfit. It was a set of robes, much more casual and comfortable looking but similar to the one that the receptionist was wearing. It was a solid black with soft grey designs over it and again, much nicer than what he was wearing. He held onto both of Spock’s arms loosely as he stood much closer. Taking in those brown orbs as they reflected the light, yet seemed to have a nervous glitz about them.

“I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me,”

“I apologize, though I did not forget, the elevator took longer than anticipated arriving.”

“It’s alright. How’re you this morning?” “I am functioning adequately, and yourself?”

“I’m tired, but happy to see you.” “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“It’s from the trip here, it was a bit farther than I thought it was.” “I see. Though, I am pleased to see you as well.” “So...”

“Shall we head back for chess?”

“Sure. Lead the way, Spock.”

Jim took hold of Spock’s arm as though he was being escorted. He could see the way he seemed a little bothered, but didn’t say anything. Was he making him uncomfortable? He didn’t seem uncomfortable last night from his touch, in fact it was the opposite. Well...It also might have to do with the receptionist who seemed keen on staring at them, it was just them at the park last night. He made uncomfortable eye contact with her a couple of times.

Once in the safety of the elevator, Jim asked quietly,

“Spock, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all, Jim. It has just been a few years since I have been touched like that.”

“Alright. If you say so.”

It wasn’t a lie, etiquette classes had been almost 7.5 years ago. Though this was likely not what Jim was intending by his question. He knew was referring to the way Spock’s posture had stiffened which was actually a reaction he both couldn’t quite control in time and didn’t know he had. He also realized this may be an opportunity to talk to his partner about the differences in their culture.

They arrived at the door in silence, Spock put in the code, and it slid open. He followed him into the room. Wow. It looked similar to the apartment he and his mom were staying in, though arranged differently.

They were standing in a hallway-like area, on the right, were two small archways that lead to the kitchen and a dining room. On the left, there were three closed doors, he guessed one was the bathroom and had no idea what the others could be. At the end of the hall where it opened up, he guessed might be a living room and a couple of bedrooms.

Spock took his jacket, and he removed his shoes next to the Vulcan's.

“This way, ”

Jim nodded and he took hold of Spock’s hand, who warmly closed his hand around the human’s. He was lead into the open room. He smiled, he’d guessed right. The room was the living room. Decorated with a couple of black sofas, a glass coffee table, and a television on the wall. There were a couple of wide floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of the tv and they both had light grey curtains that appeared to be silk.

There was a small table that he hadn’t noticed, by one of the doors. It had two wooden chairs on either side. Spock let go of his hand and pulled out one of the chairs, gesturing for him to sit. So, he sat down and was effortlessly pushed in.

“If you will wait here, I will go retrieve the chess set.”

Jim nodded and Spock disappeared back down the hall. He heard a door open and close. He let out a sigh. He wondered if the Vulcan felt as out of place as he did at the moment. He likely didn’t the young human reasoned, and he seemed way stiffer than when they’d meet at the library. Did Spock even notice the change in his behavior or was Jim overthinking & over analyzing things that weren’t there? Was he trying to read the fine print that didn’t exist, or between the lines thinking some secret message is going to show? Maybe this wasn’t a good idea- No. He wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to hang out with his friend.

First the long and tedious walk here, then the awkward talk with the receptionist, the underdressed feeling, and now the stiff boyfriend. Could his day be going any more funky? He sighed again. The word pulled the boy up short now that he thought about it. Boyfriend. B-o-y-f-r-i-e-n-d. This was the first serious committed relationship in his life. Although his company was certainly not appriciated nor welcomed in the beginning he honestly isn’t sure what he’s going to do without it. Sure, he’s lived before without the Vulcan’s presence in his life but he’s not sure he can go back to doing so again.

The blonde was scared from his thoughts by a sniffle. He lifted his hands to his eyes to realize they were wet. Had he been crying? He doesn’t remember ever starting. He wiped the tears away with his hand, but they kept coming. He heard the door down the hall open and he started to panic. Jesus Christ, why can’t he hold it together all of a sudden?

He places his head down, face hidden by his arms as he hopes maybe his partner will think he fell asleep in the shot time from exhaustion. He’s saying a silent prayer his breathing isn’t going to be the thing to give it away. He could always blame it on a nightmare. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. Say he fell asleep briefly after laying his head down and boom. Nightmare happened.

He heard footsteps and the faint noise of game pieces in a box coming toward his general direction and stopping closely.

“Jim?”

He opted not to respond. He’d have to come up with another excuse if he did.

He heard the box be sat down in front of him, and a gentle shake of his shoulder followed. Again no response. When the shake firmed up he moved quickly, wide-eyed and a gasp. The hand had shot back out of surprise as quickly as possible. He wiped at his eyes as a few tears continued to fall.

He glanced over at Spock and at first he saw a surprised look come across his face when he moved so suddenly before the Vulcan pulled whatever emotion he was feeling back under control.

“Jim, are you alright?“

“Y��Yeah, jus’ a Nightmare I suppose,”

God who’s cracking sad voice was that?

“Did you actually sleep adequately last night?”

“B—Best I could, I did have a few terrors last night too,”

And they were real bad, he was up for awhile after with his mom. Though why did he just admit that? He internally scolds himself. There was no reason for that.

“Come,”

Spock had taken one of his hands and was pulling him up and leading him to somewhere.

“But what about—”

“The chess game can wait,”

“But I-”

“Jim, please.”

Jim conceded the argument after that, and stood up. He felt an arm around his waist and was pulled close to the Vulcan, his free hand resting against the chest in front of him. Letting go of his hand momentarily, and with a gentle touch, the blonde felt his tears be wiped away. He looked up to meet the other’s concerned look. Though his face remained neutral for the most part, he could see the gloss of concern coating those chocolate like orbs he’s coming to adore, and the hint of a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He looks away feeling ashamed, this was a stupid idea; his cheeks start prickling with warmth as he feels the tears form against his will in his eyes. Spock rests his forehead against his partner’s, and the floodgates open. He tries to shove away, to pull himself together and stop making an embarrassment of himself but the firm grasp around him only tightens.

“It is alright Jim,”

A firm but gentle voice tells him. He’s acutely aware of the swaying motion that started. It’s actually what got his attention; that and the warmth surrounding his thoughts. Emotions that are not his own flowing freely. Understanding, reassurance, were the strongest followed by one he’s unsure of. Admiration? What was admirable about his ugly crying, or the half lie he told? What was so admirable about him in this state?

The warmth around his thoughts pulled a little firmer as the voice whispered,

‘Nash-veh ashaya du,’

He opened his eyes, just as the action was mirrored by his partner.

“Is that you I’m feeling?”

He heard the chuckle in his head that confirmed his question. It was. A smile broke out on his face, even if it was still pink and puffy from his tears. He felt himself be guided over to one of the sofas.

His memory has a small gap. He’s not sure exactly how they got into this potion because in all honesty he was busy mentally talking with Spock. He was listening to his explanation what the difference of what their touch last night versus now was.

It was likely Jim was too out of it to really comprehend what Spock was saying. He wasn’t reacting at all like he’d calculated precisely, or maybe he had overestimate, or— That’s when he felt the leveled out breathing. The stilled mind under his fingers, which he withdrew for a much more comfortable position leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation. Just picking up on Jim’s surface thoughts now, surface emotions. He closed his eyes and before he knew it, he too joined the other in sleep.

#series?#jim kirk #s'chn t'gai spock #spirk #star trek #aos fanfic #james kirk #spirk au #spirk is canon #space husbands #aos #captain kirk

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zmayadw · 4 years ago

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Hello again :)

Heres a second part of my fanfic, as i said in previous post that i will add one or two. I know the begining might be a bit long and boring, but i decided my other two favorite Duskwood characters deserve some love ,too. :)

Thanks to all who took their time to read it!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 2

Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. The bright light from the window made me squint my eyes, and my head throbbed as hell. „Arghh, too bright.“ I mumbled, as a cheerfull voice next to me responded „Well finaly, I was begining to worry you would never wake up! You know, you're taking those beautysleep advices too seriously.“ My eyes ajusted to the light, and I was looking at that cheerful, loving face, the face I knew oh so well. „Hmm, considering all, an extra hour or so of beautysleep is so allowed for me.“ I said, my voice hoarse a bit. She snorted „Make that 'an extra day or so'! You slept for almost three days!“ she said, walkig towards my bed and hugging me carefully. It felt good, just knowing she was there. She pulled away from me, her face serious. “What wer you thinking?“ „ I'm sorry Jessy, so, so sorry.“ I said, tears swelling behind my eyes. „ I know what I did was stupid, but belive me, I really tought I was doing the right thing.“ „The 'right thing' almost got you killed Maya!“ she yelled at me, wich made me realize just how much she was worried about me. I burried my face in my hands, tears falling down „Please Jessy, dont be mad at me, I feel awfull as it is already. I realize my actions wer wrong, but I cant undo any of it now. And God knows im more then happy to be alive, and Hannah too! And I know my „sorry“ might not be enough this time, but I reall am sorry Jessy, you cant imagine how much. But please, please, you have to forgive me, I couldnt stand if I loose you!“ I couldnt force myself to look at her, I was so scared she would just get up and leave. And who could blame her, really, after all I did, she would have every right to do so. Suddenly, my hands wer slowely being moved from my face, and i opened my eyes to see hers holding mine. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. Hers wer now also full of tears. She hugged me so fiercly, and even if everything still hurted me like hell, I was so reliefed and hugged her back tightly as I could. „Ofcourse I forgive you, Maya. I was so damn worried and scared that I will loose you!“ I was releifed to hear her say it, I hugged her even tighter, saying through my tears „I'm sorry Jessy.“ She held me like that for a while, and then pulled slowly back. „I'm glad you're ok Maya.“ She said, smile coming back to that pretty face. „Look at us! Bawling here like little kids.“ That made me chuckle, and i said whiping my tears „Huh, I never tought our fist time meeting would be with me in the hospital. But, hey, im not picky, i'm just glad I finaly had a chance to hug you.“ „I dont think anyone imagined this to be the place of your first meeting us. You do realize others will want to come and see you? Dan already wanted to come with me, he was mumbling something about how he owes you a whiskey. But i gave him such a stern look, he just kissed me goodby and said to say 'hi' from him and ran away from me.“ The tought of Dan being scared of Jessy made me laugh so hard, i got a little dizzy from the pain. Jessy noticed me vincing, quickly saying „But that can wait, you need to rest more first. It's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon!“ She looked at me all serious, and i understood why Dan acted like he did. „Dont worry, Jessy, I wont try to break out of hospital.“ I said with a grin on my face. „A bit of r'n'r is definatly what I need now.“ „Good! And since i'm clearly your favorite person from our little clique, you wont get rid of me that easy while in here.“ She said cheerfully. „Thanks, Jessy. I mean it, Im really glad you're here with me.“ „Me too, Maya, me too.“ She stayed with me that whole afternoon, and I was happy about it. We talked about everything we could think of: how we gonna take that walk arround Duskwood together, having coffee at the Rainbow caffee, going to Aurora for drinks. Jessy was so full of life, and managed to stay so positive through all of this mess. She told me that police gave her my stuff and my phone, and will bring me what i need. It wasnt so important, but i could really use my phone. It was like Jessy could read my mind, and she looked at me with simpathy „Did Jake contacted you?“ There was a knot in my stomack when she asked, because I knew I wasnt out in the clear with what I did with everyone just jet. „I dont know, Jessy, I guess i'll find out when I get my phone. But im sure Lily told him all about it by now, and to be honest, it's the one conversation i'm scared of having at the moment.“ „I'm sure it will be fine.“ „I really hope so, Jessy. I really care so much for him. I dont know for sure what he feels, and it doesnt really matter, I just cant stand the tought of him being mad at me. Or not talking to me anymore...I got so used of having him arround, even just virtualy..i dont know Jessy, i cant explain it... i just need him in my life. Does this make any sense to you?“ She looked at me, with care and a hint of worry showing on her face „Yes Maya, it makes perfect sense.“ We talked for a while more. She looked at the clok on the wall and jumped „Oh, yay I gotta go, forgot Im meeting Dan! He made me promise to meet later, since I didnt let him come with me here.“ „Heh, better go then, I dont want Dan blaming me AGAIN for getting stud up by you. Or he might not buy me that whiskey he promised, an to be honest I could really use it now.“ I sad smiling at her. „Ohh no, you two are gonna be a pain in the butt when you meet, arent you?“ she groaned, but a smile was written all over her face. „Dont worry, i'll behave..as much as possible. As for Dan, im sure if you join us and give him some of your 'scarry' looks, he'll behave too.“ She bursted out laughing. „Oh, cant wait for it! I'll go grab your phone real quick, and then im off.“ She ran for the door, stoped, turned arround giving me one more of her beautiful smiles „I'm really glad you're ok Maya.“ I smiled back,“ Me too Jessy, me too.“ She came back with my phone, plugged it to charge next to my bed hugging me quickly before leaving.

It was almost dark outside, and the room was so quiet since Jessy left. There wasnt much comotion in the hospital, and I appriciated it actualy, some peace after all the mess was a nice change. I stared at the window for a while, just enjoyeing the sceene of the sun setting down, the sky taking that purpleish-blue color. I was actually delaying the moment of turning my phone on, because I was scared. A the same time I hoped Jake would contact me, but then I was also scared of talking to him. Its been three days since the incident, and im sure Jake found out everything by now, so maybe he vented some of the anger off in the mean time. Ah, c'mon Maya, dont be a sissy! – i tought to myself – You stared death in the face, and showed it the middle finger, and you're scared of that thing? I took a deep breath, took my phone from the stand, and turned it on. It felt like forever for it to turn when i punched my code, and when it finaly did, i left it aside. The beeping of new messages, missed calls, new emails and all was the only sound spreading through the room. And with every beep my stomach reacted a bit, thinking if any of those beeps belongs to Jakes. I got so lost in my toughts, that a voice snaped me back, startling me a bit. A nurse smiled „Sorry hun, i didnt want to fright you. Just came to chek up on you, ask if you need anyhting and to give you some pain meds.“ She winked at me „It's the good stuff, will help you sleep better.“ „Thank you, mam, im good.“ I smiled back at her, and quickly glanced at my phone - 44 missed calls, 24 messages, 17 emails. That will be some time killing stuff. The nurse was done, she waved at me wishing me good night, saying to feel free calling her if I needed anything. I thanked her again as she left the room. I took my phone, my hand shakeing. I checked 'missed calls' first, and tho i didnt expect it, was a bit dissapointed Jake wasnt among one of them. I opened the messages, and Jessy's message was on top. „Sending you hugs&kisses!“ it was written under the picture of her and Dan, grining with their glasses raised. It made me smile, and i texted her back „Hehe, Dan must be happy you actualy came this time! xD Have fun you two, cant wait to join you. Hugs&kisses“ I checked other messages, and my hearth squeezed a bit when i saw he didnt texted either. I didnt feel like replaying to any at the moment, settling the phone back on the stand. I switched off the light above the bed, turned on the side, staring at now complete darkness throught the window. One tear rolled down my cheek as i closed my eyes, hoping sleep will come soon.

#duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jessy #fanfic

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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i looooooooooooooooove your account and was wondering if you have favourite accounts? Like daaaaaaaaaaang any account you love must be jaw-dropping. Top ten?

I HAVE SO MANY AND IM SO DUMB SO IM SCARED I FORGOT BUTTTT HERES MY FAVS!

also this is in no particular order cuz it literally changes every hour but i included links to some of my fav things written by each acc and a little description!

- @huyandere best art i've ever seen i want every single timkon or core 4 piece permanently tattooed on my body and when i die i want their art on my tombstone lmao if u go to their acc u can probably find me thirsting after or agressively stanning tim drake in their comments THEYRE SO TALENTED 11/10 some of my fav pieces: here here here

- @silverdecepticon93 WHAT A BLOG they have like a million posts that will make you laugh out loud like an idiot and their blog is perfection for villains i didn't think klarion or the riddler were hot until i read this blog and i'm forever changed for the better! they write shorts that make me snort like an idiot and fics that make me cry like a baby for the entire dc universe so so good! some of my favs: here & here

- @business-as-usual-bats write hilarious incorrect quotes/shorts but why i'm OBSESSED is they reblog literally THE BEST content and they post so often and make the funniest meme things i 10/10 recommend to get into funny batfam shit and see what the majority of the fandom is stanning

- @catxsnow this blog is one of my biggest inspirations i've probably ready every fic on her masterlist twice and i LIVE for her headcanons omg so great, if you're looking for constantly amazing reads and hilarious laugh i definitely recommend!

- @kimberly-spirits13 this blog fueled my bart allen addiction and i swear i didn't sleep until i'd read ever single post and they were all *chefs kiss* their humor is so similar to mine and im constantly laughing when i'm reading their fics some of my favs: here & here

- @birdy-bat-writes ofc my soulmate! she's everything i do well and more and she's starting to really start posting a ton more and i love her content!!!

- @detectivedamian DROP WHAT YOURE DOING AND GO READ THEIR LASTEST DAMIJON FIC OKAY? link HERE i'm so emotionally invested it's starting to get unhealthy but i also recommend oragami birds another AMAZING read! so many ups and downs man get ready

- @cdelphiki the dramaaaaa i live breath and die for their posts especially the fix-it fics they give me like unmeasurable releases of serotonin before i remember bruce still beats his kids in canon :( if you're looking to invest your heart in a fic i 10/10 recommend just get a glass of water before you start because once you start trust me you're not getting up until your done

- @cryptocism their art makes my insides warm and fuzzy ESPECIALLY the way they draw bart allen just has me uwu 24/7 i go to their blog for a scroll whenever i'm sad and it always puts a smile on my face here are some of my favs: here & here

- i don't wanna do a tenth because that makes the list look final and it's not because i follow like 300+ amazing blogs that give me joy and laughter every single day these are just the once that flowed to my head immidiently and in no way am i ranking them or ignoring another amazing blog! in fact i'd love if y'all would message me w some @ of your favorite blogs so i can get a good deep dive into their pages!

this was such a fun ask thank you! and to everyone in this list thank you for inspiring me beyond words! i've learned so much from reading your blogs thank you for posting all the time truly i know how hard it is and i appriciate you!

love you!

#batfamily #batfam #batboys #dc fandom #dc fanfic #batfam fanfic #batfam fandom #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #young justice #young justice fanart #elles shitposts

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fangirlofbooksandpasta · 4 years ago

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One Morning (Part 1/2)

Part 2

Pairing: (Post Azkaban) Sirius Black x reader (I tried to write it without a gender or skin colour or size in mind, but sorry if I have moments where it slipped)

Warnings: a small amount of angst? 2261 words? None really I think.

Summary: On a calm morning you wake up to a shoking newspaper, and when memories flood your mind, you decide to take action.

Note: This is for @im-a-writer-right‘s 2k followers writing challenge! Congratulations! None of the prompts I chose are in this but they’re going to be in part 2 when i write that one. If anyone has any feedback, please write a comment or send me a message, I appriciate it all! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language and the time is currently 2345

PS. I have used a part from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, chapter 3. I do not own the rights to this, I merely use it for the purpose of this fanfiction. All the credit for this passage goes to J.K. Rowling. Please dont sue me.

The dust was sparkeling like little stars in the morning light as you lied in the soft bed. You slowly awakened with your cat, Freya, coming closer to you before she cuddled against your duvet cover. With eyes closed you petted her soft fur with a tired hand as she purred in content. The moment passed and you got up from the covers, much to Freya’s displeasure. With slow steps you made your way to the small kicthen to pour yourself a glass of water, which you drank while you looked at the little street from your flat. The café opposite your building was opening up, already with a few customers at the tables outside. The weather was wonderful, not to hot with a light breeze. The people at the café were wearing overcoats and scarfs but nevertheless looked incredibly comfortable and cozy in the august weather. Freya jumped up on the counter and sat almost next to you, looking at the street too as if she understood it all. Maybe she did.

You became starteled when your small transformer owl, Hermod, jumped inside from the window you were just looking out of. Freya jumped down from the counter and found a sunny and warm spot in the living room where she lied down for a morning nap. She had been playing and exploring the flat the night before, so she was probably tired. You smiled to yourself before you turned your attention to Hermod, who carried a copy of The Daily Prophet and a letter.

‘Thank you, Hermod,’ you said as you took the post from him and gave him a little snack as pay for his work. He was a very small owl, as transformer owls are, but he did a great job for his size. He was hard to catch, small, and fast – and insanely cute. Hermod hopped away while you looked at the front page of The Daily Prophet. It was the first time you had read it in a couple of weeks because your work for The Order had taken up your time. You absolutely knew how essential it was that you followed the news and how the ministry dealt with everything. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the headline you were faced with:

BLACK STILL AT LARGE Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner to ever be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. ‘We are doing all we can to recapture Black,’ said the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, ‘and we beg the magical community to remain calm.’ Fudge has been critisied by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. ‘Well, really, I had to, don’t you know,’ said an irritated Fudge. ‘Black is mad. He’s a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister’s assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black’s true identity to anyone. And let’s face it – who’d believe him if he did?’ While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand which Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

Your breath came to a stop when you had processed every last word. You stared into the air, not really seeing what was happening in front of you. Freya had noticed the silence and made her way back to the counter. She was purring loudly as she stroked your arm with her body. But you hardly noticed. A blizzard of thoughts ran through your mind. Memories, feelings. Everything that you had long ago hidden in the corners of your mind rushed up as if a tornado raged in your head.

Your trance was awaked by the sound of the parchment letter hitting the hard kitchen floor. Freya looked innocently at the letter and back at you as if she tried to convince you that she wasn’t to blame, although you knew differently. Still unsetteled, you stroked her fur as you unfolded the letter with shaky hands. You recognised the handwriting as your good friend Remus’s.

Hello Y/N, I’m sure that you’ve read the news – can we meet soon to talk about it? I’m sure we could both use it. All the best, Remus Lupin.

You put the letter down in front of you, on top of the newspaper. Freya looked concerned at you and you could hear Hermod from the other room, also sounding concerned abour the sudden silence that fell over the flat.

‘Don’t worry, Honey,’ you whispered as you petted Freya. She closed her eyes and the concerned look on her furry face changed into one of love and enjoyment as she purred in delight. Hermod stopped his complaining and went on to enjoy the snack you had rewarded him. While you were standing in the kitchen with a million different thoughts racing through your mind, one certain memory took the front seat.

The sun was setting in the distance, way behind the mountains and forests. Sirius’s arm was resting around your shoulder as you rested your head against his own shoulder. Tired from the exams and the circus that was school the two of you had gone outside to relax in the calming presence of each other. It was the last year and everyone knew that Voldemort was rising and that it, sooner or later, would lead to some kind of a war. Everyone knew that there would be losses, great ones. Painful ones. But for that moment there was bliss. A breeze russteled Sirius’s hair and you nuzzeled closer to him. He sighed a tired sigh and closed his eyes in an effort to enjoy nothing but your body against his own. Something he enjoyed greatly, but knew there wouldn’t be much time for when you finished your time at Hogwarts and were forced to face the brutality of the real world.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked in a quiet whisper, as if it pained him to speak the words. You turned to face him and were met by a concerned but yet caring face. You smiled sadly at the question and turned to look back upon the landscape. The quiet water. The still mountains. Absolutely unbothered by the ongoing conflicts in the world and only slightly disturbed by the breezes.

‘I honestly don’t know. I’m anxious and I feel like I’m waiting for something. But I don’t know what it is that I’m waiting for,’ you said quietly. Sirius leaned closer to you and kissed the top of your head, gaining a small smile from you.

‘Whatever happens Y/N,’ he started and paused. Once again you turned to face him. He looked at you with worry in his eyes before he finished his sentence; ‘I will always love you.’

You finally decided on what to do; first things first you went to the bedroom and found a piece of parchment and a quill.

Hello Remus, I’m going to his house. You know where. Y/N.

Hermod was had long ago finished the piece of meat when you entered the living room of the flat with the small letter in your hand. He knew what he had to do and without protesting let you. You instructed him to fly to the Burrow when he had done his duty, and when the letter was fastened securely, Hermod flew out of the open window. Quietly you followed him with your eyes before he was nothing but a black spot far away.

You yourself got dressed in a loose, white dress shirt and some black trousers. The august weather was still colder than what was preferable, so you put on a scarf that Molly had knitted for you years ago, along with a dark brown coat. You packed a bag of necessities before you went sat down in the couch next to where Freya was resting peacefully. She raised her head when the couch was weighed down by you. The cat carrier bag was placed next to you and Freya knew what she had to do.

‘I’m sorry, I know you don’t like it, but I don’t want to leave you alone,’ you quietly said as Freya made herself comfortable in the carrier. She sounded a little meow as an answer to your remark. You stood up, bags in hand and over your shoulder. A small checklist was crossed in your head as you made sure that you had everything you needed. A loud noise sounded and soon you appeared on Grimmauld Place. The slight breezes were still present. You looked around and before you was 11 and 13. In the cracks of the pavement small flower weeds grew in yellow and purple colours. You picked a couple, gathering a small bouquet. With a quick movement of your wand, number 12 appeared between 11 and 13 – an apparent mistake the muggles merely laughed at.

The house stoof before you. Suddenly you were filled with dread although you knew that Walburga and her husband were long gone. You had only visited Grimmauld Place 12 once or twice, but the house’s energy was comepletely off. Everyone could feel it radiating evil, and not having been there in ages you felt as if it was stronger than ever. Whether it was the impacts of the words from The Daily Prophet, or your own imagination and feelings tricking you, you didn’t quite know.

‘Here we go,’ you whispered to yourself as you took the steps towards the door you opened slowly.

The scent that immidiately hit your face as you closed the door was both recogniseble and not. The few memories you had of the place filled the screen in your head. As you looked around, you noticed how the dust was flying in the room in which you had entered. Paintings had been covered up. Bookshelves looked as if they were going to break the moment somebody touched them. You sat down the bag and Freya when you noticed a piece of parchment on a credenza. It was yellowed – old.

Calla,

A big smile formed on your face and a warmth spread in your heart when you read the first word. The nickname he had given you when you were still at Hogwarts.

You walked into the Gryfindor common room with a glass of water and flowers in it. Careful not to spill it, you made your way around the furniture. The room was empty for people, everyone being at Hogsmeade and the first and second years yet at brunch. You had snuck outside for a moment of peace before the castle would vibrate with curious 11 and 12 year olds, who still had loads to explore.

‘Calla,’ you heard a familiar voice say when you reached the entrance to the girl dormitory. You turned your head around and saw Sirius Black standing at a window.

‘What?’ you asked confused. You knew him – not well, but enough to know the very basics. His group of friends, James, Peter, Remus, and he himself, was well known. Especially in the Gryfindor house. Your best friend Lily always talked about how irritating James and his friends were. But even though you were only thirteen, you could hear that even though Lily found James incredibly annoying, she also at times enjoyed his company.

‘The name of the flowers,’ Sirius answered. You looked at the flowers. They were like small glasses or cups, mixes of pink and white with strong, dark green stems. Beautiful and robust, you thought to yourself.

‘I find them quite beautiful, thought I’d put them on my desk and enjoy them until they wither,’ you said and again turned to look at Sirius. He walked closer to you. You weren’t shy around him, although you did find him very handsome.

‘Do you know what the Greek meaning of “calla” is?’ he asked. You shook your head.

‘No, I don’t,’ you answered. Sirius smiled and walked close enough to smell the flowers.

‘Then I’ll let you figure it out on your own,’ he said and walked out of the common room.

Confused and wondering you made your way up the stairs to your dorm. The flowers looked refreshing on the wooden desk and although they didn’t survive too long, you enjoyed them while they lasted. A week later you asked Professor McGonagall if she knew the Greek meaning of “Calla”.

‘Most beautiful, if I remember correctly.’ She answered.

And you didn’t sleep for a week.

I figured you’d be the first one to come here. Nobody knows about this place – only the Order, as you probably remember. Is the order still active? I hope it is – at least, it should be. I’m in Hogsmead. I won’t be more precise than that in case anyone else reads this. You will recognise me when you see me. Love, Sirius Orion Black.

You turned to look at Freya, who was lying in the carrier with her eyes open as if she analysed your every movement. You walked back to her and petted her calmly.

‘Sorry girl, I have to do it again. I know you don’t like it, but I promise it’ll be the last time for a while.’ You said as you picked her carrier and your packed bag up again. The small bouquet of flowers was in your hand and before you could count to three, you were in Hogsmeade.

@beksib

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dbnightingale24 · 4 years ago

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One And The Same

Chapter 5

It’s been a crazy few weeks and I’m so sorry this update is so late! September is probably the busiest month in my life. Anywho, I’m still trying to figure out the whole ‘masterlist’ deal, so so if anyone wouldn’t mind helping me, I’d really appriciate it! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, arguing, and shitty writing...I think that’s it?

Word Count: 1,702

I do not consent to have any of my work/stories posted on anywhere else.

The days leading up to the Stark Expo were intense. Not just because Anna couldn’t calm her nerves, but also because Anna and Steve couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Between the team and Sharon giving Steve a hard time and Anna having an even harder time balancing her personal and work life, they both needed a release. They had lasted a day and a half before Steve pulled Anna into his office, dressed in full Captain America attire, and fucked her on his desk. Anna started back to staying at her place, but it didn’t help much of anything. Even with the threat of Jared, she needed to stay away from Steve.

Like they both swore to themselves the first time it happened; it was just sex. Steve couldn’t see himself settling down with a girl like Anna, and Anna didn’t want to settle down with a guy like Steve. Still, neither of them were actively looking for anyone else. They both took solace in knowing that no one could wear the other out like they did each other.

When Friday finally came, Anna breathed a little bit easier. In her mind, once they caught the Shamen Brothers, the tension would go away and her and Steve would be free of each other. The problem? The Shamen Brothers never showed up. There had been little commotion for the weekend, concerning the Expo and it had put the whole team on edge. That was almost 3 weeks ago.

“I’m telling you,” Anna started for the 5th time “they’re waiting for something. All the signs were there and they had every opportunity to strike. Something else is coming.” she sighed, starting to pick at her nails.

She couldn’t help but feel like Jared had a part in all of it. He had seen her and if Steve hadn’t pulled her down, he would have shot and probably killed her. He had to be the reason there was delay in whatever the brothers were planning. A slow kill.

She sighed in frustration, running her fingers through her hair “do we have anymore sightings or activities from them since a few weeks ago?”

“Sadly no, they’re pretty good at hiding, I’ll give them that.” Nat sighed, frustration apparent.

Anna opened her mouth to say something, but her phone started buzzing. She took one look and got up from the table. “I’ve gotta take this, I’ll be back in a minute.” she said simply, before rushing out of the meeting room in the compound and stepping outside. “Cindy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Everything is fine here.”

“Are you back home with him?”

“Anna don’t-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Anna whisper yelled. “He has put his hands on the both of you multiple times, and you still go back to him?!”

“Isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black?” Cindy shot back.

“That’s fucking different. I left and I didn’t have a fucking child. Jesus, don’t give a shit about yourself if you don’t want, but Amelia doesn’t deserve this.” Anna growled back. It then dawned on her that the sliding glass door wasn’t closed all the way, and Steve could probably hear the whole damn thing. She turned around to close the door, and saw him staring right at her. ‘Great.’

“Don’t okay? You know I love my daughter-”

“Then fucking leave! Are you trying to end up like mom?! When she finally got the nerve to leave, she got killed. Is that what you want? For some stranger or for Jeff to kill you?? And then what? Amelia gets left with him?!”

“Please stop.” Cindy sobbed out.

Anna sighed and closed her eyes to hold back her own tears. “I’m sorry, that was too far.”

“I love Amelia with all of my heart. You know that. I’m just trying to give her something we never had; a stable family. I have to try and make this work.”

“You and Jules…I swear to God. Cindy, by staying with him, you’re giving her almost everything that we had.”

“it’s not always bad, Anna. He loves us, he just gets a little out of control sometimes.”

“Cindy, one time was too many times.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Cindy sobbed, dismissing the conversation “dad is in one of his moods.”

“He’s always in one of his fucking moods.”

“He said he’s not going and he isn’t giving up the keys to the boat.”

“I don’t care if he comes or not, it’s better that he doesn’t come. As for those keys, I’ll get them. I bought him the fucking thing.”

“Anna, he’s mad at you. Another in-home aide quit. He slapped her ass multiple times and made obscene gestures. After apologizing profusely and begging the nurse not to press charges, I asked him why he keeps being so fucking problematic and he said that he shouldn’t have some stranger in his house taking care of him, it’s your job because family is supposed to take care of family.”

“Fucking bastard.” Anna muttered, bawling her fists.

“Anna-”

“I’m going to take care of it. We will be on that boat tomorrow and Amelia will have a wonderful birthday.” Anna huffed, trying to calm herself down. “I have to get back, but please call me if you need me. I will come tonight if I have to.”

“I know you will and I love you. I really do.”

“I love you too. I’ll see you soon.” Anna stated sincerely, before hanging up.

She took a deep breath and shook her head. Her day was almost over and she would be able to go home and sit in peace. She’d deal with her father and her sister’s husband tomorrow. For the time being, she just needed to get through the rest of her work day. As she made her way back inside and to the meeting area, she tried to look as composed as possible, but Steve saw right through it. His gaze on her was stern and curious. ‘If you’d learn to mind your own business, you’d have nothing to wonder about right now.’ she thought to herself.

At the end of the meeting, Anna reminded everyone that she had taken the weekend off, so if they needed her she’d try to get back to them as soon as she could.

“Tell your niece happy birthday.” Bucky smiled at Anna, as they headed out of the meeting room.

Anna raised her eyebrow, completely lost.

“Jules told me she was excited to see you this weekend. That you’d be going down for your nieces birthday.”

“How did…?”

“Text.” Bucky smiled sheepishly, and Anna couldn’t help smile back.

It was cute. Wrong but cute.

“Just be careful there, Buck.” Anna smiled, before heading to her room to grab a few things. She huffed in frustration when the door to her room closed. “What Steve?”

“What aren’t you telling us?”

“Can you stay out of my conversations for just one day? One fucking day!” she yelled, glaring at him. Steve sunk into himself a little, she did have a point. “Steve, just don’t fucking worry about it.”

“Anna, if it’s something that can help or harm the team-”

“You know I wouldn’t put the team in danger, not even you. Drop it.”

“Are you in danger?” he asked sincerely. That made Anna freeze.

“I’m a big girl, Steve. I’ll be okay.” she said softly, giving him a small smile. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you Monday.” she said before brushing past him.

He had never phrased the question that way and it threw her off. ‘Since when does he care?’ was the question that kept playing over and over on her way home. Their sexual relationship hadn’t progressed to anything. Yeah, he came over sometimes, but he never slept over. There were no “sweet nothings” whispered during or after and there were no stolen glances. Just lustful and dirty sex.

She sighed, walking into her tiny apartment, and started packing for the weekend. As hectic as the next day was going to be, she was excited to go home and see her niece and sister. At some point, she knew she’d have to talk to Jules about Bucky. While Jules, deserved a lot better than her shitty husband, Bucky deserved a lot more than being strung along. Once everything was all packed, she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured herself a tall glass. Yeah, things were hectic, but she’d been through worse. She was in the middle of un-tucking her shirt, when she heard a hard knock on her door.

‘What the hell does he want?’ Anna thought, walking down the little steps and opening her front door.

“I was wondering when we’d have some time alone together.” he sinister voice said, before everything went black.

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ineffablegame · 5 years ago

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Hi, I thought of a thing and didn't know who to tell- both Crowley and Azi are, not only much more materialistic than is acceptable in either head office, but are also very attached to the mortality of material possessions. Think about it: When Crowley's glasses got ruined in Azi's burning bookshop, he could have snapped his fingers to fix them. When his Bently burned he probably could magic it back to working order. Azi didn't only want his coat to be fixed, but by Crowley and not himself [1/2]

[2/2] Crowley had spares, and grieved the bently, rather than just fixing them. They have an attachment to their possessions's mortality- and though they are perfectly capable of fixing or making new ones, it's not the same. Azi didn't just want Crowley to fix his coat because he wanted Crowley's attention, but because doing it himself is admitting it's ruined and need fixing. Unlike both head offices, they have a vast appriciation of the finite.

Absolutely! Another example is Aziraphale’s bookshop. He probably could have miracled it back after the fire, but you could tell he was gutted about its loss when Crowley told him. It wouldn’t be the same if they simply snapped their fingers and replaced the material things they’d lost because they had memories and time and humanity associated with them.

Aziraphale’s books were signed with personal messages by people he’d known. If he’d had any real interest in running a shop, he would have actually stocked books people would want and maintained normal hours. He just wanted a place to keep all his most valued possessions. The cozy atmosphere of the bookshop is another hint at his love for the world and all its comforts.

And of course there’s Crowley with his Bentley. Crowley, who bought the silly little James Bond bullet in the window decal because he thought it looked cool. Crowley, who was so distraught over the Bentley’s loss that he couldn’t deal with Sergeant Deisenburger when he was about to shoot Shadwell or Madame Tracy/Aziraphale. @theladyzephyr recently made a very thoughtful post about Crowley’s sunglasses as an emotional crutch, and this is one instance when he isn’t wearing them - in essence, when he’s most emotionally vulnerable.

They love their worldly goods because they’re an extension of the world, which they may love even more.

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a-man-possesed · 6 years ago

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Just a joke

Roger Taylor X Reader

summary: you are Brians close childhood friend, you get along with all his friends, his family and his band mates but you have problems understanding the drummer of the group - Roger. There is always this awful tension between the two of you and you hate it, or do you?

warnings: smut, reference to sexual acts, involvement in sexual acts, swearing, drinking, arguments

A/N: this is my first Roger fanfic, and the first smut i ever posted so bare with me. I would very appriciate if you in any way like this monstrosity. Also if you want me to write something, don´t hesitate to ask me - i´m open to anything

This was a normal october night for you. You were at work, going through the pile of books on the floor, the table all the chairs and aranging them alphabeticaly on the shelves. You always loved books, the smell of parchment, the leather bindings and the absolute bliss of just plopping yourself somewhere book in hand and going in for another adventure.

This job was perfect for you, the whole day surrounded by books, the lack of customers allowing you to read through them, but then once in a while being able to talk to someone, who has the same passion about written pages as you have. Not that you didn´t have any friends. You had in fact a best friend. His name was Brian and he was there for you since day one. Your parents knew eachother very well, they visited one another frequently and went on holidays together. You spend your whole childhood and teenage years with Brian and none of you got bored of the other. You were very close, no one could deny that. He brought out the light in you, made you step out of your introverted bubble a bit. It was nice really. He always talked about how he wants to form a band. ¨

"you know it´ll be great, i´ll play the guitar, you´ll sing! you love singing, and you are bloody good at it" he laughs, and falls down on the soft mattres of your bed. You´ve had this conversation countless times, it always ends the same.¨

You can´t change. "Bri, you know that won´t work, i can´t sing in front of a crowd." you say quietly - almost guilty.

"But you always sing in front of me!" he exclaims and looks at you, seeing the sadness behind your smile. "think about it" he points a finger to your chest and gives you one of his warm looks.

The memory makes you smile a bit. Brian did fortunately acomplish his dream of forming a band. His bandmates Fred, Deacy and Roger helped him achieve it. Ofcourse Brian rocks the guitar, Freddie who sings like a god is obviously the lead singer, Deacy plays the bass with bliss in his eyes and Roger bangs the drumms. You are good friends with them, but you don´t get along well with Roger, that´s also why you don´t call him by a nickname. Its simply because you are not fond of his arrogance, his cocky confidence, the way he makes you feel dirty just by the way he makes fun of you. Saying you can´t have fun. He says fun, though he means getting absolutely drunk, partying and having sex with girls he doens´t know the names of. He is so full of himself, and all these girls only raise his ego. Althoug you don´t really understand what it is, that he has against you, you don´t have enough courage to ask him about it, so you just end up arguing with him everytime you meet the boys.

But now you are very busy balancing yourself on the wooden chair as you try to make yourself taller to place the book in its place. You hear the door bell singnaling someone has stepped into the shop.

"I´ll be right there to assist you, just when i get this b-ook t-there." you huff as you lean more forward to finally let the book go. You know your jeans covered ass is exposed to the new customer, but you try not to think about that too much, hoping the person isn´t looking. You relax as you get off the chair and turn to face the customers only to be greated by the boys. They all have smirks plastered across their faces as they look at you.

"May i say, that was a nice greeting." Brian jokes as you approach them. You hit his shoulder with a laugh. You hug him and great the boys.

"Why are you here, you know i´m working?" you ask as you turn your back to them and pick up some books from the floor. Roger scoffs, you know exactly what he thinks, but you are glad he kept to himself not wanting to argue with him the second they showed up.

"Darling, we know you finish in a couple of minutes, or hours, doesn´t matter, and we also happen to know nobody ever comes to this shop, so basically you have nothing to do here." Freddie almost sings out. You smile, he´s always been really kind with you, helping you when you´re in need, alaways being there to offer some advice. But he also likes to joke around.

"Why are you here?"

"Well you see Y/N we are here to ask if you´d like to join us at the pub." Deacy smiles sweetly, looking at the boys for some reassurance. They nod.

"The plan is to get you drunk and then you´ll shag Roger." Freddie jokes about your "fights" with Roger. They always make jokes about the sexual tension in the room rising whenever the two of you meet.

"If thats the plan, i´m sorry to dissapoint, but that´s not happening." you look at Roger, his blonde hair is rough, his clothes are too. The jacket he´s wearing reminds you of the summer holidays you spent together. Countless fights, spilled drinks and the smell of cigarettes reminds you of how you feel about this particular jacket. However his face looks beatiful. You have to admit that indeed he is a very attractive man. His blue eyes and scrunched up features compliment his tough look. He has a small mark under his eyebrow from when he had a fist fight with a random guy in the pub the other day. It still looks fresh. You admit you were worried about him. You asked if he was okay, if he needed help but he told you to piss off and angrily went through the backdoor. Even if you don´t understand him - you still consider him as your friend and care about him.

"I´m just joking love" Freddie expands his hands switching his gaze between you and Roger.

"You always do" you whisper and he winks at you.

Finally you decide it´s best if you finish and call it a day. You write a note incase the owner, who is also your boss shows up. You write down, how you´ve finished all your work, and that you´ve gone home early. You walk with the boys to your appartment. They´ve been here countless times. You step to the door and take your key out to unlock it. You open it and everyone gets inside. All of them immediately drop on your sofa, except Deacy who prefers to sit in the old leather armchair that doesn´t really match the style of the colorful sofa. You get into your bedroom opening your small closet.

You take out a black see-through blouse and black leather shorts . You brush your hair, and put on some lipstick. You keep your four rings on. They are some kind of luck charm. You look at yourself in the mirror before getting back to the living room. The boys sit up and eye you down.

"Wow, you don´t know what this does to me do you?" Deacy commented with awe. Your cheeks flush as you motion them to get up. You take your keys and step into a pair of high heels. Brian opens the door for you, which makes you laugh. You head to the pub.

You know this place well. Almost better than your parents house considering you have spent far more time here than in that bloody place. All of you order a drink at the bar, and sit down at the nearest table. You are glad there are no mobs of crazy fans. It´s already late and this pub isn´t where the boys usually play. This is a place you always go to together.

You clank your glasses and chug down the bitter liquid. It makes your body shiver, the taste lingers on your tongue and you instantly want more. You may seem like a bore with all your books but you do love a good drink. You are sitting between Brian and Deacy, Freddie and Roger are on the other side of the table.

You enjoy the company of them and the alcohol in your blood. You think about how it´s unusual of Roger to not start a fight with you. You wonder if everything is alright, if he is perhaps upset about something. You shake the thought off and order another drink.

"Let´s play a game my darlings" Freddie proposes. None of you are against it, probably due to the drunk state you all are in.

"truth or dare" Roger says. You roll your eyes. He always suggest this game.

You are anoyed to say the least. You know he will make those remarks about your sex life and pressure you into spilling the truth. He notices your distaste and scoffs. Deacy takes a deep breath. "Here we go"

"Oh, let´s hear it Y/N. What is the problem this time.." Roger places his hands on his chest. You laugh. "You always pick this game, don´t you know any other game?" mocking his gesture, you place your hands on your chest as well.

"but you enjoy it, i know you do" he smirks to himself. You know he is right, the adrenaline feeling you get is so contrasting to your other evenings you spend reading books.

"you aren´t as innocent as you like to think of yourself." he adds, you see Brian trying to get him to shut up, but Roger isn´t one to let things go that easily.

"i can´t even imagine, not that i would want to, what goes on inside your little head.. it must be outrageos." you start to feel emmbarased, your cheeks are heated. You feel frustrated, the tension between you two is growing by the minute. You stare in his eyes, trying to make up his feeling. what does he mean?

"It must be outrageous not getting any attention, or satysfaction." he sounds so arrogant, it makes you angry. what has he to tell you that.

"That´s none of your buisness! maybe i don´t want to distract myself from work. You wouldn´t understand" you say clearly getting angrier by the minute. You feel hurt, you don´t want to argue with him, but he gives you no other choice.

"If you´re so sexually frustrated why not take a piece of me?" he laughs while taking a sip of his drink. You´ve had enough.

"Rog, i think that´s enough.." Deacy tries to save the situation but it is already late.

"I can say whatever i want, i would really advise you to take my offer. Hundreds of girls would be so jealous of you right now" You ask Brian to move, he looks worried and asks you if you´re okay. You don´t want to talk about it, you take a hold of his shoulders and cross his legs trying to get as far away from this table as possible.You storm towards the exit. Not rasponding to the calls of your name.

Outside the bar there are some people talking, not as much noise as inside. The cold hits your skin as you shiver.

Should´ve brought a jacket.

You stare at the glowing moon and stars around it. It calms you a bit, you feel at peace finally. You replay what happened back there in you head, thinking about the whole situation.

The funny thing is - you started to develop some feelings for Roger. You didn´t know how it was possible, considering he is probably the most arrogant and selfish person you know. But you do like the way he is around Brian and the boys, he can be sweet and gentle - only not to you. He gets angry very easily that´s true, but in general, if you don´t start he is not the one who will. You can´t forget the fact that he is insanely handsome. You laugh to yourself.

How could this happen?

You were getting so hurt about what he said earlier because you knew, but you couldn´t admit it. Even to yourself.

You are falling for Roger Taylor.

You stay like this, watching the beaty of the night sky, the glow of the street lights setting the mood. You feel composed again, until the door opens and you hear the boys yelling at eachother from far away.

"You´ve gone too far Rog." Brian scolds him.

"Again" Deacy adds.

"Can i ask you something, are you perhaps the sexually frustrated one?" Freddie jokes.

"Yeah, you haven´t had a girl in a long time. do you need help?" Brian laughs loudly.

"Very funny. Don´t need your help shithead" he states, his voice clearly annoyed. Freddie chimes in again.

"The tension between you and Y/N was almost.."

"Arousing" Deacy whispers but you still can hear it.

"John!" Brian scolds him too.

You turn around, they all look at you trying to figure out what you´ll do next. You ask them if they want to accompany you at your appartment. Brian helps you walk, which you appriciate.

"I´m freezing." you shake a bit. What comes next shocks you - Roger offers you his jacket. You look at him. He looks like he might regret what happend back there. He holds his hand out, squeezing his jacket in his palm. You don´t know what you do, you stop and watch him closely. He doesn´t look at you, until he feels a bit emmbarased.

"You´re making me feel stupid, take the fucking jacket." his voice cracks finally making eye contact with you. His look is completely different from the one he had at the pub. You feel bad and stupid for making such a fuss about it.

"I´ll gladly take your jacket Rog" you say. Now he looks dumbfounded. You brush against his hand softly as he shivers, your hand is cold as his hand burns like fire.

"I was just a bit taken back. thank you." you express quietly.

"Did you just call me Rog?"

You´ve never called him Rog.

"It´s just..you´ve never called me Rog.." he looks down.

"I like the sound of it though.." he smirks. You blush but turn your face away so he won´t notice.

"Ehm, guys, can we continue walking now?" Brian snaps you back to reality. You nod fast and push away the emotions you are feeling inside right now. The others start talking again, meanwhile the both of you don´t say a word till you get to the appartment.

"truth or dare?" Freddie asks you. You don´t think to long about it.

"dare." you´ve been sitting in your living room for the past 2 hours, drinking anything that´s in your cupboards, finally feeling a little drunk. And ofcourse - playing that stupid game. Brian and Freddie have taken the sofa, Deacy and Roger fought who gets to sit in the armchair. Roger won, so now you and Deacy are spread across the dark red carpet.

"I dare you to sit on Brians lap. it´s convenient, after all we don´t have enough space for you on this couch and to be completely honest, even though that carpet looks absolutely ravishing, i doubt that it´s comfortable down there." Freddie says as you get up from the floor.

"Bri, Do you mind?"

"Not at all." he gestures to his lap and you instantly drop in his arms, not being able to stand for so long. His arms move around your waist and hold you close. You don´t mind either. His embrace is warm, safe and calming. You feel much better now.

"Your turn darling" Fred points to you and takes a gulp from his glass of whiskey.

You take in the scenery before you. Deacy is half asleep on the carpet, Brian draws small circles onto your sides. Your gaze meets Rogers.

"Rog? truth or dare?"

"christ, truth Y/N"

You don´t have to even think, you wanted to know the answer to this for quite a while now.

"Why did you punch that guy the other day?" he freezes, there is a look on his face you don´t really know what to think of.

"He called you a whore." he says simply. "he said he´d bang you so hard that if it were me and my drums i´d break them, he talked about doing all these things to you. It was disgusting, he doesn´t even know your name, yet he had so much shit to say. i hated that. i hated the way he talked about you like that"

Your heart skips a beat. He defended you? You are a bit shocked to be honest. Obviously you didn´t expect him to explain what happened, and you certainly didn´t expect that fight to be about you. You feel flattered, you can´t think straight, maybe because of the ammount of alcohol in you blood, or maybe because you didn´t know Roger would defend you in such a way.

"Would you bang me like you banged your drums when you broke them?"

Freddie chokes on his drink, spilling half of it on his clothes. Brian forgot how to breath for a second and smacked your thigh while trying to catch his breath. Roger is just blinking his eyes trying to prove to himself you really just asked that. The only noise filling the room are Deacys snores. All of you are silent for a bit. You don´t really know why you just said that, and in this moment you don´t especialy care either. Roger looks so good in the dim light of your living room. His hair a complete mess, his eyes look tired from all the alcohol he consumed. The way he arrogantly sits in the armchair would normaly make you roll your eyes, but now you only get more turned on.

"I think i´ll take off my soaked pants, not that you should do the same Y/N, but i think Roger would very appriciate it." Freddie gets up, setting the drink on the table in front of him. You can hear him enter the bathroom. Brian stiffens, still being under you.

"I think i´ll leave you guys to it." He remarks as he pushes you off him to the free space that has formed beside him since Freddie left.

"Deacy wake up" he shakes the sleeping man.

"What is happening?" he asks sleepily.

"the prophecy"

They leave you and Roger alone in the living room, they make their way to your bedroom as quick as they can. Roger clears his throat, realizing he hasn´t said anything.

"What?" he mutters.

"I´m not going to repeat myself, you heard me." you comment crossing your legs. He watches every movement you make closely. He stands up form his seat and walks straight to you - sitting down on the sofa. You put your legs in his lap, he strokes them slowly, tracing his fingers along your skin ever so slow, savouring the moment.

"We shouldn´t do anything you´ll regret tommorow when you are sober." he says gently, surprising you.

"like you care." you note.

"no" he says sternly "i do care Y/N, even if you think of me as the biggest asshole on the planet i am not so bad."

"That´s such a you thing to say" you hit his chest playfuly, he opens his mouth pretending to be hurt, it makes you smile. You don´t know if you thought about it before, but you like spending time with him. When he throws his arrogance and need to impress everyone around, he can be really gentle. However make his remarks at the same time. Only that this time they don´t annoy you, not only because you start to realise you may have some other feelings for Roger, but also because right now in this moment he isn´t trying to impress anyone else but you. There is no one else in the room so his jokes make you laugh because you know he is right. He notices your different behaviour.

"Hey Y/N why are you acting so different now?"

You think about what to say next. You don´t want to make things awkward between the two of you, don´t misunderstand, all these sex jokes really mean nothing. Most your conversations with Roger end up with talking about this topic anyway. So what is it that you are scared of? You don´t want your feelings to show. You don´t want him to know. Feelings and sex are two really different things, you don´t put them together in conversation, even if they in fact come as one.

"I guess your personality rubbed off on me, Taylor" you sit up, your face only inches away from his. You feel his hot breath tickling your nose, the smell of vodka driving you insane. You want to kiss him. You want to run your fingers through his hair. You want to do this so bad it hurts. He looks as into the moment as you.

"I just don´t want you to regret this" he said "i mean, we are polar opposites, peace and chaos, not that i don´t like this, - i fucking love it."

Fuck it.

You closed the distance between your lips, placing your hand on his cheek. He responded to the kiss within seconds not wasting any time by putting his hands on either side of your face, running them up your back and resting them on your hips. You finally run your hand through his hair, tuging on his roots. You break the kiss.

"God." you breathe out. He smirks at you as he pushes your back on the sofa, pinning your hands above your head. He attacks your neck, giving you little love bites and sucking on it gently - leaving his marks.

"I didn´t know you were so gentle Rog." you laugh. His hot breath tickles your neck as you shiver beneath him. You squirm your hands, you want to run your hands all over his body. Feel his chest, his heartbeat fast. He has one of his legs between yours nudging you slightly, which makes you even more heated. "I think i´ve fallen for you." you mutter inbetween breaths. He stops and looks you deep in the eyes.

"What do you mean Y/N?"

"I have feelings for you Roger, that´s why it hurts so much to argue with you all the time. I just hope you don´t hate me" you say as you decide to tell him the truth. You rub his muscular arm. He looks at you with such a puzzled, yet sweet look that makes you want to kiss him all over again.

"If i didn´t have feelings for you already, i still think i couldn´t say yes to that." he says, his voice is deep, filled with lust and desire. He smirks at you as he slowly takes of your blouse. You lift your hands allowing him easier acces. He appriciates the beaty of your half naked form for a bit, moments later attacking your lace covered breasts with hunger. He places rough kisses down your chest, ending by the waisband of your shorts. He looks at you.

"May i?"

You nod, taking his hand and placing it on the button on your shorts. He takes your pants of and admires the way you look. Beneath him, on this shitty sofa in your small appartment. He takes in the moment, smiling to himself as he has finally got the girl he so desperately craved. You unclasp your bra, throwing it across the room. It flyes and lands in the pot of your plants. He plays with your nipples, he licks them, sucks them.

God he does all sorts of things.

He gets more rough, he puts his hand into your panties and yanks them down your legs, spreding your thighs on it´s way. He makes you realize you had all these desires that you didn´t want to act upon. You thought this would interfere with your work. But, god, fuck work at this point.

Or even better.

Fuck Roger Taylor.

Now you´re the one pushing his back. He doesn´t insist, he doesn´t fight back. In fact he likes you like this, being in control. You strandle his legs, rocking your hips on his lap. You just realized he is still fully clothed.

"Hey why am i the only one naked?"

You start to unbutton his shirt, leaving little kisses as you go along. He moans, and grunts also being fond of the feelings. As Brian pointed out earlier Roger hasn´t been with a girl in a long time, so he´s a bit

e x c i t e d

to finally feel some satysfaction. You can see that clearly on his pants. A big bulge has formed - his crotch. It feels like forever to Roger until you get him out of his clothesm leaving him in his boxers. You take your time.

It´s fun to tease him.

You play with the waistband of his boxers, maintaining intense eye contact as you do so. As you slide them down you gasp a little.

"First one you´ve seen?" he laughs at your clear reluctance.

"No, i´m just impressed."

He places you in his lap again, his boner pokes your thigh. You both are to worked up for foreplay, not that you need any. He conects you lips again.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Make love to me like the madman that you are."

And so here goes nothing.

He slips his hard member into you, a sound of lust leaving his lips. You rock your hips as you enjoy the feeling of being completely filled out. You moan his name countless times not caring that the boys can probably hear you. In this particular moment you don´t care about anything else than Roger. You don´t care about the way you look, how bad your hair is. He doesn´t care either. Sweat drips down his face, his hair falling across it.

You love this. You absolutely fucking love this.

You cannot say anything else, there is no other way to put it. You begin to understand all the girls who have fainted over Roger, but you can´t think about that right now as you feel your orgasm slowly approching.You feel the oh-so-familiar tightening of you stomach. The feeling completely washing over you as you try not to let in just yet. You enjoy this so much, you don´t want it to end.

"Rog, i-i´m cl-ose" you manage to squeak out. He holds you in his arms, thrusting into you, panting and groaning at his own movements and sensations. You can´t hold it anymore, so you let go. Shaking and moaning on the way. This tips Roger over the edge, cumming his heart out too. You both lay there breathless, you on top of him. He runs his fingers up and down your spine.

"I think i love you." he says as he plants a kiss in your messed up hair.

The next morning is even messier. You wake up as Freddie puts a blanket over the two of you. You jump a little, he silences you, gesturing that it´s okay. You nod, agreeing to talk about it later.

"I told you that was the plan" he mouthed as he walks away to the bathroom.

You look over at Roger, he looks so peaceful while he is sleeping. His lashes are so long, his mouth in a slight pout as he exhales through his nostrills. You get up, scrambling up your clothes from various places they have ended in and putting them on. You decide making breakfast is a good option, but unfortunately you don´t have much in your fridge other than some eggs.

You decide, an omelette it is!

You are so focused on cooking that you don´t notice Roger getting up and slipping in his boxers until you feel two hands around your waist and a head plop into the crook of your neck.

"Mornin´ watcha cooking?" he says in a cheaky tone that makes you laugh.

"Don´t know, doesn´t look good."

"It´ll taste great im sur-Ohh my god what in the heavens??" Brian enters the kitchen not believing his eyes. A partially naked Roger with hands around your waist.

"Am i still dreaming?"

"What kind of sick dreams do you have in mind Brian?" Deaky comes in. Great. This is a group party, everyone join!

"Everyone, take your pleasure seats and wait for our darling to bring you breakfast" you turn around and thank Freddie for trying to twist the conversation in a different matter. Roger smiles at you and joins the boys.

"Should i be afraid to sit on the sofa?" Brian comments, the room erupting into laughter. You included. You finally get it. It´s not about the jokes. It´s not about the tension. It´s simply just the way you look at life. Roger made you think, and maybe he was right. You could loosen up a bit. Or life will be what happens to you, while you´re busy making other plans.

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