#guys i’ve spent almost two hours on this already and have barely even added details 😭

[foolsinferno]

Sharing this wip ougghhhhhhh

[Image ID: A sketch of Raphaella la Cognizi and Ashes O’Reilly. They are standing side by side. Raphaella has her eyes closed with a mildly annoyed expression on her face. Ashes is smiling. / .End ID]

[johnsamericano]

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @silent-potato @whathamelon @unknown5tar @ajhdr @mrcarbonatedmilk @curieouscapt

warnings: unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), y/n is kinda odd but in a good way, thigh riding (? Sort of.

“Please, Yuta. I need you.” You pleaded, falling onto your knees as you held onto his hand.

“Stop, people are watching.” He pulled you up, slightly vowing to the students staring at the little scene. “I’ve already told you I’m too busy with my own projects.”

“Yuta.” You whined, feeling like you were running out of options.

“I have a couple friends that might be willing to help you, but I can’t promise anything.”

As expected, all of them rejected you. Everyone was too caught up with their own work to care about yours. But one magnificent day, you found your muse. You met him at the cafeteria, he was simply eating pizza, yet he looked like a model.

He pretended not to acknowledge your piercing gaze, but as you started walking to his table he couldn't help but blush, playing anxiously with the pages of his textbook. Why was the goddess of the art department walking towards him?

“Hi, I'm y/n.” You casually sat in front of him, extending your hand towards him as if this wasn't the first time you'd seen him.

“I’m Jungwoo.” He was literally the epitome of cuteness, his pretty cheeks tinted pink and his brown locks casting shadows over his forehead.

“What’s your major?” You rested your chin over your palms, eyeing the book on the table.

“Mechanical engineering.” He surely didn't look like an engineer, but that sort of made him even more attractive.

“That's cool. So listen- wait, before that, can I grab a French fry? I'm starving.” He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together. “Thank you.”

You chewed on the savory fry, moaning at the flavor.

“So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, right!” You cleared your throat. “So for my final project, I have to paint a human portrait, but it turns out, none of my shitty friends wants to help me.” He couldn't help the small laugh escaping his lips. “Unbelievable, right? So I had no other choice but to hunt down the perfect muse by myself. I was about to give up just when I saw you, sitting here all by yourself like some mysterious rom-com guy.”

“Do you want me to be your muse?”

“Well since you're offering, I'd be more than happy to paint you.” He was about to object, but you resumed your nonstop chatting. “Of course, I’d pay for your time, not too much though, my part-time job doesn't pay that well.”

And that's pretty much how he ended up meeting you every Tuesday, sitting for two hours straight while you painted his gorgeous face. The mood was always cheerful with you around, always making small talk and provoking some smiles from him. He got to know you better during the month you spent together. Jungwoo realized you were the most authentic person he'd ever met, maybe that's why everyone on campus was so enamored by you. On the other hand, he was nothing like the shy boy you first met at the cafeteria. He was so bright, his laugh so pretty that it made you want to hear it every day.

“This is our last session.” You announced as soon as your canvas was fixed in place. “Time goes by so quickly, don't you think?”

“Yeah, sure.” You noticed the saddened expression on his face.

“What’s wrong, woo?” He loved the nickname you decided to give him on your first session, it made him feel closer to you.

“It’s just a pity that we won't get to see each other as often anymore.”

“Who says we won't?” You started moving the paintbrush over the canvas, adding the final details to your portrait.

“You still wanna hang out with me?”

“Of course I do! You're finally opening up to me, I won't risk losing the progress we've made.” His heart felt like it’d escape his chest any minute.

“I thought you were just using me for your project.” You gasped, approaching his seating place with the paintbrush still between your fingers.

“How dare you, Kim Jungwoo?” There was a dramatic pause before you painted the tip of his nose.

“You didn't.” You wiggled your eyebrows, running away from him as he stood up. “Get back here!”

“Stop!” You threatened him with your brush, back pressed against the wall. “I won't hesitate to paint you again.”

“Scary.” His chest was touching yours, faces barely centimeters away.

“Where’s the shy Jungwoo I met?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” His knee positioned between your legs, pushing against your core. “What is it with that face?”

“Have you been deceiving me from the beginning?” You tiptoed, trying to hold back the small whine threatening to fall from your lips.

“No.” He raised his knee, this time, the imminent whine managing to get past your mouth. “I really was shy around you, but you're so easy to be with. I feel like I can be myself when I'm with you.”

“By yourself, you mean your horny self?” He started moving his limb back and forth, making sure to apply pressure on the right spot.

“I wasn't planning to do this, I didn't even know you wanted to see me after your project was done.” His finger pads danced over your neck, causing goosebumps over the sensitive skin.

“Well, then, are you gonna kiss me or should I take The first step?” He giggled before attaching his mouth to yours, a variety of new sensations growing at the bottom of your stomach. “God, I wish my project would've been related to nude portraits.”

“I would've definitely called the cops if you had asked me to be your nude model.”

“Mean.” Your face inched closer to his lips once again, slightly biting into his skin.

“Are you alright with this?” He lightened up the pressure on your heat, making sure you were both on the same page.

“Yes. But I don't know about making love in a classroom, though.”

“Making love?”

“I don't like the way ‘fucking’ sounds.” He chuckled. “Would you rather have me calling it sexual intercourse?”

“Stop talking before my dick gets soft.”

He lifted you with ease, sitting on the stool you usually used with you on his lap. His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs affectionately, slowly lifting the fabric of your purple dress to reveal your panties. He wasted no time on moving them to the side, quickly using his digits to make sure you were wet enough.

You helped him undo his jeans, clumsy hands struggling to get the zipper down.

“Allow me.”

“Be gentle, alright?” You placed your hands behind his head, toying with his brown locks as he aligned himself with you. He nodded. “I need verbal confirmation, woo.”

“I promise to be gentle, y/n.” You felt his tip prodding at your small hole, bracing yourself for the imminent pain. “Look at me.”

He started sliding inside you, your fingers accidentally tugging his hair. He didn't complain, though, too immersed in your face to even notice. You glanced at him, noticing how handsome he was from up close. His eyes looked like they carried the stars- no, the whole universe, you'd definitely have to paint them one day.

“Can I move?” You nodded, holding back the smile creeping up your lips as he started thrusting upwards. “Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined we'd end up like this.”

“Well, I'm glad you accepted to be my model.” You let out an open-mouthed moan, his dick hitting your G-spot.

“Pill?” You nodded, letting him do all the hard work while you enjoyed yourself. “Pretty.” He kissed your throat, holding your glutes to push himself further into you.

There were no words needed to know you were both incredibly close to release, just a few more thrusts had your pussy pulsating around him, his warm cum coating your walls.

“This is the best love-making session I've ever had.” You let your body fall against his, causing him to lose balance and almost fall down. “Sorry.”

“Well, we can always repeat this. Maybe I can actually be your nude model for your next masterpiece.”

“Who is this guy?” He chuckled, the corner of his eyes picking the image of the recently painted portrait. “Don’t look!”

But he was already admiring the product of your hard work, and it was amazing, to say the least. It was a picture of him smiling, sunlight coming in through the large window panel beside him and directly hitting his face.

“If you don't get an A, I'll write a complaint.”

“I like your way of thinking. I'm getting the feeling that you and I will be a power couple, only if you want that too, of course.”

“Let’s go out for dinner and I'll think about it.”

[lovely-ateez]

Silver Nights With You~

ꕥPosted: 12/18/20

ꕥGenre: College!au, Christmas Imagine, Fluff, Angst & Smut (You know it’s gonna end happy, I’m a sap)

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Mingi

ꕥSummary: You get stuck in a cabin with Mingi and shit goes down( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ꕥWord Count: ~4.9k (Holy shit I’ve never written this much before I am so sorry)

ꕥWarnings: Angst, Thigh riding, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my dudes), Praise (m & f receiving),

ꕥA/N: This is the most angst I will ever write, I was genuinely on the brink of tears while writing this because I honestly can’t stand people being sad. Anyway this literally took me days to write and I really hope you all like it :)

ꕥTagging: @raysanshine​

“It’s fucking cold.” I took a sip of my hot cocoa, burying myself deeper in the mountain of blankets on my lap, glancing at the snow falling outside.

Wooyoung scoffed and spread his arms along the back of his couch, “It’s December, of course it’s gonna be cold.”

I turned back to him, “Okay, yeah, but I’m still gonna complain about it.”

“You complain about everything.”

“That is a gross over-exaggeration that portrays me in an unfair light and, frankly, you should be ashamed.”

My closest friend smiled, showing his slight dimples. His eyes drifted to my own, smile fading slightly. “What do I have to do for you to join us? Even for an hour or so?”

I sighed. Wooyoung had been bothering me about coming to our friend Yunho’s annual Christmas party for days now, but I simply wasn’t in the mood.

“I’d rather not go at all.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

A year ago at the same party, my boyfriend Mingi broke up with me. It wasn’t a bad breakup, but it still hurt. He was set to study abroad for the next year and it just made the most sense to him, he told me. So who was I to stand in the way of his dreams? We decided to cut contact shortly after, it being too painful for us to even have small talk. We hadn’t talked since.

I’d spent the following year in a limbo, trying my hardest to enjoy my newfound independence, but ultimately failing, my thoughts somehow finding their way back to Mingi. Everything reminded me of him.

Rainy days made me think of the way he loved to dance with me in the rain, spinning me and smiling wide, warm raindrops messing up our hair. Sunny days made me think of the times we’d both take off work to have picnics, making wishes on dandelions. Stormy days made me think of how we’d cuddle up to one another and watch a trash movie, making fun of the characters’ bad choices. He was a part of me. He always would be. I suppose two years of dating does that. I suppose they take a part of you with them, too.

I told myself I healed. I told myself I was over him. But deep, deep down I knew I wasn’t. Part of me never would be.

“He won’t be there this year, if that helps at all.”

I remained silent, refusing Wooyoung a response, looking down at the carpet.

“I get it. I know what you’re going through. It really wasn’t that long ago that Aisha broke up with me.”

My eyes darted up. Wooyoung hadn’t talked about their breakup with me yet. I refused to push him, knowing he was still in pain and that he’d tell me when he was ready.

“It was for the best but I can’t pretend like I’m gonna move on soon. We were dating for a year and a half for god’s sake.” He let out a bitter laugh and turned to me, “I know it’s tough, but would you do it for me? Please come.”

“Okay.”

-

The high shrill of a female voice rang out through my phone, leading me to pull the device away from my ear.

“I knew Wooyoung could get you to change your mind!”

“Arin I get that you’re excited, but I’m gonna go deaf if you keep yelling.”

“Ack I’m sorry! I’m just so excited to see you! It’s been, what? Five months since I saw you last?”

“Yeah something like that.”

“Well anyways, I know it’s probably tough for you but I really appreciate you going. I know everyone else will, too.”

I tried to push down the longing I felt for Mingi, remembering the previous year in far too much detail.

“Yeah it’ll be nice to see them.”

“Okay I hate to cut it short but my boss might actually fire me if he finds me on my phone again.”

“You’re literally dating him. There’s no way in hell he’d fire you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“Shh not so loud!”

I rolled my eyes, knowing I was speaking no louder than usual.

“Alright. Take care then. I’ll see you at the party.”

“Yep! Love you, girly!”

“Love you, too. See ya.”

My phone beeped, signaling the end of the call.

I checked the calendar hanging on the wall of my bedroom. Three more days till the party and I was dreading it more and more.

A knock at the door startled me and I made my way over, opening the door to find Wooyoung standing before me with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy just drop by to say hello to his best friend?”

“He can, but you only do when you’re up to something. What is it this time?”

“Nothing! Scout’s honor!” He lifted a hand to make the famous three-fingered salute. 

“You were never a boy scout, dumbass.”

Wooyoung brought a hand to his chest, mocking offense, “I’ll have you know that I simply brought flowers over as a thank you for agreeing to come with us.”

“Aww really? Do you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, really. But nah I can’t stay, I just wanted to drop them off.”

“You’re sweet.”

A cocky smile formed on his face, “I know.”

He passed the flowers over to me, giving me a hug and saying his goodbyes. I watched him walk to his car, a little skip in his step, wondering how anyone could let him go.

-

I grabbed my warmest jacket and walked out to my car. Today was the day I’d been dreading for weeks. Today was the day I’d have to put on a brave face and pretend I was alright. I mentally hyped myself up as I slid into the driver’s seat.

You’ll be okay. You’re strong. You can do this.

Snow was already starting to fall and I made a mental note to be careful. After all, Yunho’s cabin was roughly an hour away.

As I drove, the snow began to fall much faster, leaving me no choice but to feel concerned. My car didn’t have four-wheel-drive and what if my car got stuck? I was only fifteen minutes away but in snow like this with such a low temperature, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk the rest of the way.

The sun had already begun to set and seeing the road becoming much harder. Only four more minutes with the current speed I was going. I could make it.

Of course, the universe wasn’t having it and my car broke down almost immediately after I had the thought.

“Fuck.”

I panicked for a brief moment, trying to start up my car with no success.

Wait. My phone.

Grabbing my phone at rapid speed, I found it out of battery.

“I literally just charged it what the hell?”

I tried my best to cope with the fact that I had no choice but to walk the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, I opened my car door and braced for the cold wind.

Trudging through the snow storm, I felt my ears and hands begin to hurt from the cold. I could barely see where I was going, having to rely on remembering where the cabin was based on the times I had been there prior.

Eventually I spotted a cabin in the distance and kept going, feeling myself lose heat with every step.

Finally, I climbed up the stairs and reached the main doorway.

I knocked loudly against the large wooden door, silently pleading for someone to answer. After waiting a few seconds with no response I tried to turn the door knob, grateful to find it unlocked. 

I pushed the door open and entered, quickly closing it behind me. Warm air rushed over me and I never felt so thankful for indoor heating. The inside looked the same as it always did; the main door lead to the living room which had the same snow globes above the fireplace as always, the same Christmas decorations scattered throughout, and the Christmas tree in the same corner as usual.

I shivered and moved to find a blanket when I saw a tall figure enter the living room. I looked up, feeling my heart drop. Standing before me was the one man that I didn’t want to be here.

Mingi’s eyes widened and mouth opened, looking at me with surprise. It seemed both of us were frozen, unable to do anything other than look at one another.

His rich chestnut hair was longer than when I saw him last, it was parted in the center, reaching his eyes. He was wearing a fitted green sweater that complimented his honey skin and tight ripped jeans. I refused to allow myself to acknowledge how attractive he truly looked. I refused to tell myself how much I missed him and how I wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to say, hating how timid my voice sounded. It’s because of the cold, I thought.

He seemed to come out of his trance, “I could ask you the same.”

“I’m here for the Christmas party.”

Mingi gave me a confused look. “The party isn’t until the twenty third.”

Annoyed, I narrowed my eyes, “It is the twenty third.”

He raised a brow and took his phone from his pocket, turning it to me, ‘December 19th’ it read.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I huffed, moving to sit down on the couch while running my hands along my arms for some sort of warmth. Mingi noticed immediately and left the room only to bring back several thick blankets.

I removed my jacket and wrapped the blankets around me as tight as I could.

“My car broke down a while back and my phone is dead. Is there anyone here that could give me a ride?” I didn’t want to spend more time with him than I had to. It hurt too damn much.

Mingi gave an apologetic smile, “I’m the only one here, actually.”

I gave the man a confused look, “Why are you here?”

“My second semester ended so I’m no longer studying abroad. I came back to visit friends but didn’t have a place to stay so Yunho has let me stay here for a few days.” He was silent for a few seconds before adding, “I was gonna leave before the party I-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s fine.”

Silence.

“I would take you home if I could, but my car is being fixed right now so it isn’t here. We could call someone maybe if that-”

“Yeah that’s fine. Can I borrow your phone?”

He nodded and handed it over. I didn’t notice it when he showed me his phone before, but his lock screen was different. It shouldn’t have hurt to see that it changed from a selfie of us to a picture of him with friends I assume he made abroad. It shouldn’t have. It had been a year, I should be over him.

I opened his phone without needing a password and tried to hide a smile. He never had a password in all the time I’d known him.

Good to know some things never change.

I dialed Wooyoung’s number and pressed the call button.

“We are sorry, but at this time your service provider is out of range. Please-”

Great.

I handed back his phone, “You don’t have any signal.”

“That’s odd, we always have service here...Do you wanna charge your phone? Maybe you’ll have better luck?”

“Yeah.”

He left the room and I placed my head in my hands, trying to process seeing him for the first time in a year. He was devastatingly handsome and still as kind as always.

I really miss him, don’t I?

His voice started me, “Hand me your phone, I’ll plug it in for you.”

I passed my phone over, accidentally touching his warm hands and I felt a spark run through me which I did my best to ignore. With almost comical timing, just as Mingi reached a plug-in, the lights went out.

“Uhh...that’s not supposed to happen.”

I scoffed, “No kidding. Do we have a generator?”

“Honestly, I don’t think we do.” Mingi gave me a sad look, “It’s been snowing hard outside for hours so there’s no way we’ll be able to leave now. Even with a car.”

“Awesome. I love to hear that.”

“At the very least we’ve got food to last us a few days. We should be okay-”

“Do I look like I want to spend several days here?” I snapped.

He looked taken aback at my words and I felt a pang of regret in my chest.

“I’m not sure we have a choice.”

I hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Do you want any food?”

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“Are you hungry? I could make you something if you’d like.”

I thought for a moment. “Yeah, actually. If you don’t mind, anyway.”

Mingi shook his head, walking to the kitchen. I didn’t realize how hungry I really was until he mentioned it, so I didn’t care what he made for me.

Minutes later he placed a plate and cup on the coffee table in front of me.

My favorite sandwich and chips. He remembered.

It should have been considered kind, but it just broke my heart a bit further. It was a simple act, but it proved that he stored it in his memory.

He remembered.

“I hope it’s still your favorite. I got you your favorite lemonade, too.”

I nodded, trying to prevent tears from spilling.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not quite sure what to do.”

“Lighting the fireplace would probably be a good start.”

He laughed, “Ah you’re totally right. I’ll be back with a lighter, call out to me if you need anything.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Stuffing my face with the sandwich, I hummed. I always loved his sandwiches. There was something special about them, knowing that he made them for me, and this one was no different.

Mingi once again returned, this time with a lighter and a blanket, lighting the fire and sitting down on the couch across from me, wrapping himself in the blanket.

I couldn’t help but wonder how I possibly ended up in the current situation. Maybe the universe was out to get me. Who knows?

I took another bite of my sandwich, hoping I’d be able to leave soon.

-

I briefly glanced over at Mingi to find him on his phone.

Lucky. I wish I had mine so I wouldn’t be so damn bored.

The crackle of the fireplace was the only noise for what seemed like an hour. Neither one of us spoke. Growing tired of not doing anything, I stood and walked towards the fireplace to admire the snow globes. I noticed that behind the globes rested a photo album. I debated whether or not I should open it for the span of a few seconds before my curiosity got the best of me.

Opening it up, I saw pictures of all of our friends from the previous years of Yunho’s Christmas party. I began to walk back to the couch with my eyes on the book when I tripped, some of the pictures falling out. Mingi noticed and quickly rushed over to my side.

“Are you alright?” He was careful not to touch me, I noticed, but he was still right by my side.

“I’m fine, just help me pick these up.” I motioned towards the pictures scattered across the floor.

“Of course.”

We resumed our silence, picking the photos up and placing them back in the book. Noticing Mingi had stopped helping me I looked at him, prepared to make a quick jab at him for not helping, when I saw why he stopped.

In his hands he was holding a picture of the two of us kissing, dated two years prior.

I let out an empty chuckle, devoid of all humor, “I don’t know why that’s still there. Here,” I reached out to take the photo, “I’ll throw it away-”

“Don’t.” His response was immediate, taking me by surprise. He shifted awkwardly, clearing his throat, “I’d like to keep it.”

My heart felt like it stopped for a moment, hoping he missed us as much as I did.

“Why?” I asked.

Mingi smiled, still looking at the frozen image of the two of us. “Do you remember this day?”

“Of course I do.” My eyes began to water without me realizing, “That day was the first time you told me you loved me.”

His eyes found mine, sadness within them, “Yeah. Yeah it was.” His voice became horse as if he was fighting back tears.

“I didn’t want to let you go.”

“Then why did you?”

His eyes drifted down. “I was traveling halfway across the world for a year. I guess part of me thought you would meet someone else. I wanted to save myself the heartbreak in case you did.”

“I would’ve gladly stayed with you if you had asked. I have no desire to meet anyone else. Ever. You are the only one for me.” I froze, the realization of my words hitting me.

Mingi looked at me, “When I was abroad, I missed you every second of every day and I have missed you every second of every day since.” His hands cupped my face as if I was made of glass and a single tear fell down his cheek, causing my own tears to spill.

I was no longer able to speak, and so I did the only thing I could think of: I kissed him.

I kissed him with all the hurt that I felt after he left me. I kissed him with the deep love that I still felt for him. I kissed him with the fear that I’d lose him once again.

Our kisses soon grew heated, the photo album quickly forgotten, and I found my arms wrapped around his neck, hands running through his soft hair while his found their way to the bottom of my sweater, toying with it.

“Do you want this?” He growled, voice much deeper and raspier than before.

“Yes.”

With that, he pulled my sweater over my head, eyes scanning the red, lacy bra I was wearing.

His favorite.

Mingi chuckled, “This is still my favorite bra of yours.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got some new ones that are pretty hot.”

He let out a groan and began to leave kisses down my neck, setting my skin on fire.

I stopped him, needed to know one thing before we continued, “Did you...have you...since we last...?”

He smiled, “How could I? I’ve only ever been yours. Have you?”

I gave a slight smile, “No. No, I haven’t.”

I kissed him again and lifted his sweater, tossing it across the room. He had slightly defined abs when I was with him before, but they were far more prominent now. His arms were much more defined and it took all of my concentration to keep from drooling.

“Like what you see, doll?”

My voice was a borderline squeak, “Yes.”

“You still into praise, sweetheart?

I nodded, pulling on his jeans. Only slightly embarrassed with how eager I was.

“Not yet, baby.” Mingi easily lifted me to the couch and helped me remove my jeans. He grabbed my hips and placed me on his thigh, tightening his muscles as he dragged my clothed core across his own jeans. In mere seconds I became a quivering mess. I realized how truly long it had been since I’d been with anyone like this, and I had to admit I was needy.

“What a good girl you’re being for me. Aren’t you? You’re doing wonderfully, my love.”

I whimpered and pulled myself closer to him.

“Are you close, baby?”

I nodded, maybe too quickly, and felt my orgasm wash over me. I panted, already out of breath.

“Good girl.”

Bringing my lips to his I reached for his pants again and this time he helped me remove them. As I grinded down against him, he let out a deep growl.

“Let’s rid you of these, hmm?”

He eagerly removed my panties and bra and stared at me for a minute.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

I blushed fiercely. “You’re so incredibly handsome. Somehow even more so than when I saw you last.”

Mingi looked at me with a shy smile then resumed his actions. He removed his underwear and ran his length across my slit, teasing me slightly.

“Mingi, I need you.” I begged.

His eyes darkened and he entered me without hesitation. My back arched as he reached a steady pace and littered my neck with kisses, most likely leaving hickies, marking me as his.

I pulled his hair, bringing him closer to me. Mingi was always fairly vocal, but he could never get enough of me pulling his hair, always moaning in response.

He reached down and toyed with my clit, causing sparks to fly through me.

“Fuck—babe don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t—shit—planning on it, doll.”

Both of us quickly reached our high, cumming at the same time. I pressed a hand against his chest as I caught my breath.

“You’re still really, really good at that.”

Mingi laughed, “You are too, sweetheart. Oh wait-”

He got up and returned with a warm towel, cleaning me up and looking at me fondly.

“You’re cute.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi smiled, placing the towel aside,“Now, how about we get under some blankets? We’ll feel cold soon enough.”

I nodded and began to put my undergarments on, reaching for my sweater.

“I think not.” He said, now with his pants on, handing me his own sweater which I gladly took.

“You look hella good in my clothes, miss.”

I giggled at his choice of words, feeling happiness bubble in my chest for the first time in a long time.

“You look hella good without a shirt, mister.”

Mingi raised a brow and ticked my sides, making me squeal.

“I’ll fight you!” I yelled.

He stopped and rubbed his nose against mine, “Sorry I can’t help it. Your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world.”

“Shut up.” I laughed, feeling shy.

He placed arm around me, nuzzling my neck.

I turned to him, worry in my eyes, “I’m really sorry for lashing out at you earlier. That’s not like me.”

He smiled, “I know it’s not. But don’t worry about it, I understand. It’s a defense mechanism I guess.”

I cuddled up to him then realized I needed to use the restroom. I tried to get up when he pulled me closer to him.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Silly, I just have to use the restroom. I don’t want a UTI.”

He laughed aloud, “Fine but you better come right back.”

“I will,” I told him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I walked away.

I soon looked in the mirror of the bathroom, observing my flushed cheeks and the wide smile I couldn’t seem to wipe off my face.

This girl looks happy. I think I can get used to seeing her in the mirror.

I returned and was instantly pulled back into his arms.

“I love you.”

I felt a tear run down my face, feeling beyond happy, “I love you, too. So much.”

I wasn’t sure when, but I felt my eyes began to droop, slowly falling asleep in the arms of the man I loved.

-

The day following, Mingi’s phone recieved signal and I was able to call Wooyoung. Apparently the power lines had fallen, everyone in the immediate area losing power. The nearest roads had been somehow cleared overnight and he’d be able to come pick me up.

“Wooyoung’s on his way over, apparently everyone lost power.”

“Hmm. well I, for one, am glad we did,” Mingi pulled me into a tight hug.

“Yeah, me too.”

A silence fell between us, but it was comfortable this time.

Mingi spoke up, his voice becoming playful, “I’m taking you on a date soon. There’s nothing you can do about, I’m afraid you cannot refuse.”

“As if I would refuse.”

“Mmm.” I didn’t think he could, but he pulled me even closer to him.

“Mingi you’re literally gonna break my bones.”

He let go of me, eyes wide, “Did I hurt you? Gosh I’m so sorry I can—”

“You didn’t hurt me you goof.”

“Oh good. You scared me.”

The honk of a car horn scared me and I jumped, Mingi hiding a smile.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? You’ve got my number.”

“Of course.” Giving him one last kiss before I bid him goodbye and left the cabin, hopping in Wooyoung’s car.

“Holy shit are you okay? Was anyone even home? My god I feel so bad—”

“Mingi was there.”

Wooyoung’s face froze, quickly turning into a scowl, “I swear if he did anything to you—”

“No, don’t worry about it. We’ve made up,” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

He didn’t say anything, he only stared at me before he spoke again, “You two totally fucked, didn’t you?”

“Wooyoung!” I slapped his arm in shock.

“You didn’t deny it!”

“Oh shut up. Just take me home.”

He playfully rolled his eyes and put the car in drive.

“Just so you know, I’m happy for you. I get why he did it but I am still a little pissed. I swear to fucking god if he breaks your heart again I will actually break his knee caps.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it. I wouldn’t worry to much about it, though.”

“If you insist, okay.”

“I do.”

-

December twenty third. The day that I had been dreading once, now one that I had been very much looking forward to. I checked my makeup and outfit once more before texting Mingi.

Me: I’m ready whenever you are!

Mingi Mango: I’m outside :)

Me: Shit, already?

Mingi Mango: Language

I scoffed, grabbing my purse and running outside to meet him.

“Babyyyyyy!” Mingi yelled as he saw me.

“Mangoooo!” I yelled back, jumping into his arms.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Mingi it’s been two days.”

“But it feels like forever! You look absolutely stunning, by the way.”

“You cheese. You look really good yourself.”

“You know it,” Mingi winked and opened his passenger car door for me, “My lady.”

I was unable to keep from smiling, giving him a little kiss on the cheek and climbing into the car. The entire car ride was filled with lighthearted conversation, not a single silent moment between us.

“We’re here, doll.”

“Yes I see the cabin in front of us.” I teased him.

“Well just in case you didn’t I thought I’d let you know.” He laughed, eyes disappearing into crescents, and I felt my heart swell.

We held hands as we walked into the cabin, finding several pairs of eyes turning to us, then to our intertwined hands. I was pleased to find smiles on my friend’s faces, feeling happy that they were happy for us. Arin came running towards me at a seemingly inhuman speed and wrapped her arms around me.

“Ahhh how are you, girly? I’ve missed you so much! And you look gorgeous! I love that sweater on you! And your makeup! Wow! How’d you do that? Have you been eating well?”

“One question at a time, Arin.” I smiled.

“Sorry! I’m just so happy!”

"Me too!” I looked around, “Do you know where Wooyoung is?”

“Oh he’s out back with San. They’re having a competition to see who can build the better snowman.”

I shook my head with a smile.

At that moment she took a step back, looking at our hands. I had told her about Mingi and I dating again over the phone and she seemed happy for me, but I had to admit I was nervous to see her reaction in person.

“You,” She pointed a finger at Mingi, “If you hurt even a hair on her head I will actually fight you.”

Mingi’s eyed widened, assuring her that he would never hurt me.

She clapped her hands, “Well, good. Now that that’s over, do you all want a drink?” Arin cocked her head, the change in mannerisms throwing me a little.

“Yeah that’s fine.”

“Okay! I’ll be right back! Catch up with everyone you two!”

As if he was a ghost, Yunho appeared next to Mingi, scaring us both.

“Christ, Yunho. Give a man a warning first.”

“Sorry,” He chucked, “How are you both?”

“We’re doing well, thanks.”

“We’re happy.” Mingi turned to me and looked at me with heart eyes, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“You all are cute. Speaking of, you haven’t met Mia, have you?”

Mingi and I exchanged confused looks.

“No, I don’t believe so. Who’s that?”

“She’s my new girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a little over a month but if I’m being honest, I’m already head over heels for this girl.” Yunho turned, calling out to a girl surrounded by people, “Mia, can you come here?”

The short brunette walked over, a smile plastered on her face as she made eye contact with Yunho.

“I’d like you to meet my friends from high school.” He introduced us and she nodded, fully invested in the conversation.

“I’ve heard a lot about you both! I’m so excited to get to know you all better!”

I smiled at her enthusiasm, “Aww you, too!”

Arin walked over and handed Mingi and I our drinks, skipping off to meet another friend.

Yunho and Mia wondered off soon after, greeting more people coming in.

“Hey I’ve got something I wanna show you.” Mingi whispered in my ear.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Come with me.”

Before I knew it, Mingi was pulling me into a bathroom and locking the door.

“I know what you’re doing, Mango.”

“And what’s that?” He asked as he leaned down to reach my neck, kissing me gently, arms resting on my hips.

“We’re at a party.” I said, whining at him but doing nothing to stop him.

“I saw that couch when we walked in, you know? I’m never going to be able to look at it the same.”

“Me either.”

My head eventually won the fight I was having with myself, and I promised that if he could wait till he dropped me off I’d be all his. It seemed to appease him as he gave me one last kiss and led us out of the bathroom. Somehow, no one noticed and I was grateful, sure that my flustered expression would certainly give us away.

“Hey, look at this.”

My eyes moved in the direction Mingi was pointing, seeing a mistletoe directly above us.

“Oh you definitely planned that.”

“And if I did?”

“I’d kiss you all the same.”

Mingi bent down to kiss me, a hand on my face, another around my waist. As I wrapped my own hands around his neck, deepening the kiss, I couldn’t help but think that this was what true happiness felt like.

Thank you, Mingi. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift of your love. Merry Christmas, my love.

[cupidcreates]

akdsfjkdksj I wasn’t expecting you to churn all this content out so quick (´∀｀)♡ omgosh you went above and beyond with the love language ask!! I love to see your interpretation of these characters so what do the cast consider the perfect date to be? low key vs high key? local vs out of town? -😌✨

Thank you! I’m glad you liked the love language post, sorry it took so long lol. As for their favorite dates I think I’ll do the same characters here:

Katsuki Bakugou

Rock Climbing/Hiking Dates

Canonically one of Katsuki’s favorite things to do is go rock climbing so he’d definitely want to bring a SO along every so often. If you’re an athletic person and enjoy being outdoors this will be a very fun date! If you’re not a very athletic person (as many of us aren’t) Katsuki will settle for just going for a short hike along a trail. Katsuki gets super talkative on hikes as well, as you’re walking he’ll just be talking about literally anything! From Hero work to his friends/family, to things that have been bothering him lately. Whatever is on his mind he’ll share with you while you’re both out, which is incredibly helpful as he doesn’t ever discuss his feelings at any other point in time. Plus it gives him a chance to show off how fit he is in front of you, which you both always consider a plus.

Izuku Midoriya

Movie Dates

A Classic, perhaps a little plain even, but Izuku absolutely loves to take you to the movies. He loves everything about the date, from discussing what you’re about to watch, to getting the snacks, to whispering in the back row (if you’re the type to get annoyed by talking during a movie he’ll keep this to a bare minimum). He loves being able to snuggle up next to you and hold your hand while discussing the finer points of the plot (If you’ll tolerate talking of course). Don’t think he’s being innocent here though, he definitely uses the darkness surrounding you as cover as he runs his hands up your thighs. Unbeknownst to most, Izuku is actually very much a horndog. He conceals it very well but he’s only barely capable of keeping his hands to himself when it comes to his SO. Any chance he gets to touch you he’ll take it, more than likely this is why his second favorite type of date is usually a stay-in date...

Shoto Todoroki

Dinner Dates

Another Classic, Shoto loves to treat his SO to expensive treats with his favorite being food-related dates at lavish restaurants. Not a week goes by that he doesn’t take you out on the town for the night at some place you’re sure you couldn’t even afford a glass of water at. It’s almost never the same place twice either, Shoto is actually a foodie and enjoys trying new types of cuisine whenever he can. He’s got a whole list of places he wants to take you, and if they require reservations he’s already got them locked down. If you love eating Shoto is your man, he’ll make sure you’re set with a wide variety of foods to choose from and always remembers any place you happen to be partial to.

Denki Kaminari

Amusement/Water Park Dates

Denki is a fun-loving guy through and through, he knows how to have a good time and wherever you happen to go he makes sure you do too. That being said, his absolute favorite place to take you is to an amusement or water park. It’s not often you two get to go, as you’re both very busy with your respective hero work most days, but when you do it’s a day-long affair. You’re there from the minute the park opens to the second it shuts down, riding as many rides as you can manage, eating greasy garbage food, and making sure to strike the dumbest poses for any rides that take pictures. You’ve got a whole scrapbook of these photos by now, their ridiculousness increasing with each new one added.

Eijirou Kirishima

Beach Dates

You wouldn’t expect Eijirou Kirishima to be a Thalassophile (Def. Person who loves the ocean) but he is. He adores being on the beach and it’s his preferred location for a date. You’ve spent many a sunny afternoon seaside with Eijirou, building sandcastles, chasing crabs, and just enjoying the ocean. One memorable afternoon you found yourselves right next to a sea turtles nest and you got to watch the babies pop out of the sand and scurry towards the ocean, assisted by Eijirou as he chased off the seagulls looking to make them a meal. Eijirou also enjoys surfing, and if you know how to do so he’ll get you matching boards so you can ride the waves together. If you’re not partial to surfing he’ll be sure to pull out all his tricks while you watch him, he’ll even let you onto his board with him so you two can just float together by the shore. Of course you two can’t go to the beach year round, but when you can you’re both sure to make the most of these sunny days, even if he does get an awful sunburn by the end of it. 

Hitoshi Shinsou

Gaming Dates

Hitoshi isn’t what one would call ‘social’ when given the choice between going out for a night and staying home he’ll almost always choose the latter. So it’s expected that his favorite type of date is one where you two can stay inside and enjoy each others company. You both work so hard as Heros, why not spend your days off relaxing with one another? He can spend hours alone with you, preferably kicking your ass at Mario Party or some other multiplayer game. He doesn’t need anything except you, his consoles, and a pile of your favorite snacks to have a good time. That being said, if you want him to go out for a date the best way to convince him is to take him to some kind of arcade, especially if it’s a VR arcade. He feels a kind of nostalgic joy for these places and won’t hesitate to return and feel like a kid again. Plus it’s always nice to repeatedly prove to you that yes he is the champion of Dance Dance Revolution and you will never usurp this title from him.

Tamaki Amajiki

Park/Picnic Dates

As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, Tamaki loves spending time outdoors; surrounded by and in awe of nature and it’s complex inner workings. He enjoys just taking time to appreciate the world around him, so dates where you can both relax outside and enjoy each other’s company are his favorite kind. He has a specific hill at his favorite park he likes to take you, bringing a lunch of all your favorite foods he sets you both up under the biggest shade tree for an afternoon. You both lay back on your worn picnic blanket and just cloudgaze, talking for hours about anything and everything. Much like Bakugou, Tamaki gets very talkative on these dates, discussing his week with you and anything new he might have learned over the course of it. He’s so very endearing on these dates its easy to fall silent and just listen to him for hours.

Mirio Togata

Crafting Dates

Mirio likes to have memorabilia from your dates, so you can expect a lot of dates to center around making things. More than just your average painting classes Mirio has also taken you to sculpting, woodworking, and glass blowing classes to name a few. At the end of your dates you both exchange what you’ve made and Mirio absolutely adores anything you craft, regardless of its quality in your eyes. He puts his heart and soul into making you something and more often than not it turns out spectacularly. Mirio wasn’t as good with the ceramics class, but you love the warped vase he made (even if it was technically supposed to be a cup at the start, we’ve all been there). Mirio’s kept everything you made him and even has a shelf in his house just dedicated to what you’ve made, it makes him so happy to come home after a hard day of work and see physical memories of his time with you.

Keigo Takami

Aquarium/Zoo Dates

Underneath Keigo’s charming and charismatically upbeat personality lies a bitter and broken man, drained by his role in Hero Society and left an empty shell of his former self. Underneath that personality lies a kid who never got to have a proper childhood and desperately wants to make up for it. He now uses his dates with you to do just that; not that you mind of course, dates with Keigo are always fun and lighthearted and you love to see him truly enjoy himself for once. Keigo’s favorite places to go are definitely large and intricately designed Zoos and Aquariums. He loves to look at the painstakingly accurate and detailed natural habitats, make fun of the stranger animal names you find, and learn new information about foreign bird species. Loves to mimic their calls too, much to the irritation of the birds and the zoo employees. He makes it a point to always get you a stuffed animal at the end of the date, ensuring that you now have a massive collection of them sitting all around your room. You’re always kept up to date on any Zoo or Aquarium events thanks to Keigo, as he has a calendar dedicated to all the unique events they have going on throughout the year.

Touya Todoroki

Crash Dates

Dabi is...well he’s unpredictable at the best of times and it’s very rare that you two have time for anything even resembling a date (being an S class villain does make it hard to exist normally in society and do normal couple things but it ees what it ees). However, when he can take you one a date --well the term “date” is generous here- it’s never a dull one. You’re not sure how he does it but when you go out you always manage to end up somewhere Dabi could never get into naturally. From sold-out concerts, to stand up shows, to parties at lavish houses belonging to people you’ve never even heard of let alone met before; dates with Dabi are always somewhere you two definitely shouldn’t be. One memorable morning he took you to a country club where you got to each fancy exclusive rich people food and play a horrible facsimile of golf before you were eventually found and chased out. It’s always fun to see how long you two can crash an even before being found out.

Tomura Shigaraki

Cemetery/Haunted Places Dates

Tomura Shigaraki is a man who enjoys his space from other people, in his opinion the only good person is a dead one (unless he’s talking about you, of course). So it’s not abnormal for your dates to be in a place far away from others. Again the term “date” is being very generous, more often than not he’ll approach you, tell you to follow him, and you’ll wind up in some abandoned building or graveyard. Normally this would be cause for concern, as this is exactly what happens in horror movies before someone gets killed, but Tomura has a soft spot for you so your safety is ensured. Tomura loves to see a place reclaimed by nature, vines growing over a run down house or worn out gravestones breaking apart into chunks of marble with barely legible words on them. He doesn’t talk much on your dates, but will often give you a random bit of insight about him; like on one date where you both walked alongside abandoned train tracks at dusk and he told you about the dog he had as a child. He seeks no pity from you, and these dates are not the conventionally romantic type, but you enjoy being able to be with Tomura in a way no one else ever has or ever will.

[inadaydream99]

You’re Over Me?

Inspired by “You’re over me? When were you under me?” from the Friends episode ‘The One with the Jellyfish.’

Stray Kids Lee Know/ Minho.

A/N - Welcome to the first part of my Stray Kids oneshot series inspired by Friends! I have tried to not follow the scene from friends completely, just so it’s not exactly the same as the show, just inspired by. I really hope you enjoy! Also, I got a little carried away with this oneshot 😂

Disclaimer: mentions of accessive drinking/alcohol

You wake up to your alarm going off, whining as you hit snooze before defeatedly flopping back into bed. Why’d you have to stay out drinking so late the previous night? You knew it wouldn’t end well and you’d feel ill the next day.

Your head is throbbing, mind groggy as you finally force yourself to sit up, taking a moment for your eyes to adjust to the daylight seeping in through the gap between your curtains.

You don’t remeber much from the night before, apart from arriving at the bar with your friends and the first few rounds of drinks. After that it’s pretty hazy.

The only reason you’d gotten so drunk was to drown out your heartache. When Stray Kids had returned from tour a month ago, you were so excited to finally have your friends back. But that was until you received the news that Minho had started seeing someone.

You’d found out the day the guys left for tour that Minho was in love with you. Initially you were shocked, but then you realised that you’d fallen for him too. So you’d spent the whole time they were away eagerly waiting for him to come back so you could tell him how you felt.

That was until Seungmin told you that he’d started seeing another girl. You were too late.

You almost jump out of your skin when you hear a sudden knocking on your bedroom door, watching as it slowly creeks open and Minho’s head pokes through the gap.

“You’re awake...” He smiles, swinging the door open properly before walking over to your bed as soon as he sees your grumpy expression.

“Unfortunately.” You mumble, reaching over to the glass of water on your bedside table and chugging it down quickly.

“How was last night.” Minho questions, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t really remeber much, but I think it was ok?” You half heartedly respond. “How was your date?” You ask, not really wanting to find out the answer.

“Actually, I had a really great time.” You can tell he’s downplaying how he feels because he cautiously looks at you while he answers. Anyone would think he still has feelings for you, but you know he doesn’t...

Of course, Minho doesn’t know how you feel about him. You two don’t generally talk about your love lives to each other, so it always feels a little strange on the rare occasions you do. Hence the awkwardness that settles between you.

“Great.” You mutter, trying to hide the sarcasm in your voice. “So what are you doing here anyway?” You quickly try to move on the topic, curious as to why you’ve woken up to him in your apartment.

“I left my keys here, luckily the guys were awake and let me in at the dorms, otherwise I would have been locked out all night.” You nod in understanding, feeling your heart flutter when Minho chuckles. “I used your spare key to get in.” He adds as an afterthought, though you had already made that assumption anyway.

“That is lucky.” You softly comment, subtly admiring his bright smile as he laughs. It hurts to think that you’re not the reason for his cheerful mood and that it was probably his date. But what can you really do about that now...

~

“So he had one good date, it doesn’t mean he’s taken.” Felix tries to make you feel better. You’d been filling him in on the events of last night and wallowing in your sadness over having to see Minho fall in love with someone other than you.

“But it definitely counts for something.” You sigh, staring down at the coffee in front of you, stirring it with your spoon endlessly in hopes of it providing an element of distraction.

“You know what, I’m done seeing you all mopey like this.” Felix suddenly states after a moment of silence. He’s had enough of watching you act like it’s the end of the world, so he’s gonna do something about it. “You need to get over him and move on.” He continues, placing his hands firmly on the table as he stands up.

This grabs your attention, your eyes peaking up from prue intrigue, though you don’t make any effort to wipe the pout off your face or remove your hand from resting under your chin.

“How’re we gonna do that?” You sarcastically retort, rolling your eyes as you moodily reject the idea of being able to get over Minho so suddenly.

“We’re gonna get you some closure.” Felix confidently states, feeling proud of himself as he smiles down at you triumphantly. “And in order to do that, we need to distract you.”

A meek smile grows on your face as you stare back up at him. His determination sure is adorable and it makes you start to believe that maybe he is right. Maybe you can get closure.

~

Your evening was set out. Felix had gone to the trouble of getting everyone together for a fun night of games.

Well, everyone except for Minho.

You’d arrived expecting to see eight of your friends ready to have a great night together. But instead, you turn up to find Minho leaving.

Seeing him all dressed up, you know straight away that he’s going on another date and instantly it makes your heart sink.

“He’s gone on another date hasn’t he.” You whisper to Felix who simply nods his head in return, shooting you a sympathetic glance. Having your suspicions confirmed your shoulders slump, posture deflated as you sit on the floor while the first game is set up. So much for finding a distraction.

It’s about two hours into the games night now and you’re still a sulky mess. It’s seems that everyone has also caught onto your mood, as you are normally very competitive. But, right now, you don’t even care about winning. All night you’ve put in a halfassed effort. You didn’t even throw a tantrum when you lost at Uno and had to pick up ten cards when you only had one left.

“Come on (Y/N), you need to stop thinking about him.” Felix approaches you after you excused yourself to get another drink.

You’d began pacing yourself with how much alcohol you were going to consume. But it’s getting to the point where it’s starting to have its impacts on your system and you’re gradually drinking more and more as time goes on. Everything is becoming hazier and you feel more at ease. It’s the best way for you to temporarily drown out your sadness.

You’re not even properly listening to Felix as he makes an attempt to comfort you. All you can think about is his words from earlier that echo in your head, “you need closure.”.

“Closure!” You blurt randomly, making Felix jump a little. “How do I get closure?” You turn to him, waiting eagerly for an answer.

“Um... I don’t know.” He replies after taking a moment to think.

“You could just call him and tell him you’re over him?” Jisung shrugs, adding his thoughts into the conversation casually. You both turn to look at him, not having realised that he’d even entered the room. “You are meaning Minho right?” He adds when you both fail to give any reaction, his eyes darling between you.

“How’d you even know what we’re talking about?” Felix questions, feeling just as confused as you are, though you are a little tipsy and so don’t really care that Jisung knows.

“It’s obvious.” Jisung brushes off the question, snaking around you to pour himself another drink.

“I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna call him.” You assertively state, both guys attention firmly back on you now.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Felix tries to reason with you. As the more sober one out of the two of you, he feels the need to make you evaluate your choices before you go through with them.

“Absolutely.” You nod, high-fiving Jisung when he excitedly encourages you, happy that you’d listened to his advice.

~

The next morning you wake to a commotion coming from the kitchen. You had crashed on the sofa last night, it being too late and you being too drunk to go home.

“What’s going on in here?” You groggily question, barely able to open your eyes properly as you drag yourself into the kitchen.

“I opened the cupboard and a load of plates almost fell out on me.” Minho answers whilst struggling to gently place all the plates that he had caugh onto the counter. “How was last night with the guys?” He turns to face you, sending you a soft smile.

“There was a lot of alcohol and games.” You chuckle, scratching your head before realising how messy your hair is and trying to tidy it up a little. “How was your second date?” You counteract, wanting to know the details even though it hurts. It really does feel like deja vu and yet, although you’ve been through a similar situation before, the sting in your chest doesn’t hurt any less.

“I had a really great time, we get on really well, you know? Like we just click.” Minho beams. He seems genuinely happy, which conflicts your emotions. One part of you is happy, because you only want what’s best for him, but the other part is devistated. “Do you mind if I just check my messages, I left my phone here last night so I haven’t had the chance yet.” Minho excuses himself.

“Not at all, go ahead.” You respond through a yawn, bashfully waving your hand at him as you’re still half asleep. You feel like there’s something you are meant to remeber but you can’t put your finger on it. Something that happened last night... and you wreck your brain as you trudge back towards the sofa.

“Oh, (Y/N). It says I’ve got a voicemail from you.” Minho calls out to you. That’s when you finally wake up, your eyes growing wide in fear as you spin around and launch yourself across the room towards Minho.

“Minho, no!” You shout. But it’s too late, he’s already listening to the message you left him while in your drunken state.

“You’re over me?” His face falls, looking deflated as you repeatedly whisper “no, no, no, no.” to yourself.

“This can’t be happening.” You faceplam into your hands in distress.

“You’re over me? When were you under me?” Minho more so talks to himself rather than to you. When he finally turns to look at you, he sees you already staring back at him, looking mortified.

“It’s not what you think!” You cry, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You had feelings for me?” Minho’s question comes out as more of a realisation. You aren’t even sure if he can hear you, he’s completely spaced out. “When?” He zones back into reality a second later, pressing for more answers when he sees you nod in response to his previous question.

“When you left for tour.” You squeak, your throat feeling tight from trying to hold back your tears.

“For that long? And you never told me?” Minho takes a step towards you, his tone conveying his anger. And although it seems like he is mad at you on the outside, he’s really mad at himself for not noticing sooner.

“How could I? You’d just met someone else and you seemed really happy, I didn’t want to ruin that for you.” You explain, defending the reason for keeping your feelings a secret, though it comes across more like you are pleaing at him.

“So you’re just suddenly over me?” He questions, not seeming so enraged now. Confusion has clouded Minho’s mind as he processes all the information.

“Well, what else was I meant to do?” You stare up at him innocently.

“Tell me how you feel!” Minho exclaims a little harsher than what he intended to. He instantly backtracks when he sees you flinch at the volume of his voice. “(Y/N) I’ve been in love with you for so long, I would have picked you over anyone.” He softens his voice, becoming quieter and more gentle as he reaches out his hand to take yours.

You look down as your fingers intertwine together before you feel his other hand under your chin, drawing your gaze back to meet his.

“Really?” You gush, captivated by the intense affection that’s pouring out of him. This has to be a dream...

“Of course.” He whispers. “So, are you really over me?” He asks again, though this time you can see the hope behind his eyes and the nervousness in his chest as he bites down on his bottom lip in anticipation.

“No...” you fail to hide the shy smile that breaks out across your lips. Your gaze darting to look away briefly before flicking back up to Minho when you hear him let out a chuckle in relief.

“Good, because I have no idea what I would have done if you’d said you had.” He elatedly smiles, drawing you closer in his arms as they settle around your waist.

You can feel a warmth in your chest as you stare into each other’s eyes, foreheads resting together and lips inches apart.

Letting out a deep, contented sigh as your eyes flutter shut, you know that this is home. In Minho’s arms. That this is how it was always meant to be.

[simpmeon]

Red: Companions

Pairing: Any Demon Brother x Gender Neutral MC, Diavolo x Gender Neutral MC Genre: Angst Word Count: 2k Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Cursing // Implied Smut

The Fall // Rebirth // Betrayal // Companions // Revenge 

His ability to charm all those he comes in contact with and how they all love him and all of them fell for the same lies he told you. You may have been the only one that those words may have been true to, but you didn’t care at this point. Every promise, every whispered affirmation, every touch he placed on your body was a lie. He was a liar and a cheater.

And you will have your revenge.

The masquerade was everything you expected it to be. You saw all the exchange students that followed you and each one left a more bitter taste in your mouth than the last. One seemed to be hanging off every brother, asking for the one you fell in love with and where he was. You could see the annoyance on their faces as they grabbed onto their arms and held their hands, begging for a dance. They were the one directly after you, a demonologist who dedicated most of their time to studying the demon brothers, both before and after the program. You could feel the disgust and anger waft off of them with every passing second. The one after the demonologist was a spoiled wizard who only saw their place as the new ruler of Devildom, only getting to the brothers to get closer to Diavolo. The third and fourth housemates were apparently twins that went down in different years. Those two did not not even bother showing up, citing fear of being eaten as their excuse, and the fifth housemate just strutted through the door, hickeys covering their exposed neck as they entered arm and arm with the demon you fell in love with. 

None of the brothers had really noticed your presence yet, but that was your own doing. Slinking between demons, hiding in the kitchen and hallways, standing behind Diavolo’s massive frame, anything to keep an eye on those fiery red locks and the other brothers. You wanted a dramatic reveal that you were not only a demon, but that you died with him being the last thing on your mind. You basically hung onto Diavolo all night, your composure eliciting praise from Diavolo.

Diavolo’s big speech was almost here, where he would introduce all of the exchange students that came before you, humans and angels alike. All of them were hanging out in a special room chatting away, but you mostly hung around on the outside of the room. Inside you could see Luke and Simeon, as well as Solomon, telling their stories of the first exchange program. 

“I heard the first person to live with the brothers was a descendant of Lilith! I must see if they match my sketch of Lilith!” The demonologist would squeal gleefully. Simeon would only laugh and go to describe Lilith in great detail from what he could remember. The demonologist ate up every word the angel breathed, ecstatic to meet one of the highest ranking angels in the entire Celestial Realm. Luke and Simeon have yet to mention the fact that they saw you fall to the Devildom, probably because you haven’t spoken to them since they last saw you on the pathway to the Celestial Realm. 

Poor Luke was still getting doted on by the angels and humans alike, his blush getting redder and redder with each head pet. Solomon was the only one who seemed to have noticed that you were behind the door, listening in and watching. You two would sneak glances at each other, almost conversing telepathically between each other. He was just as fed up with the other humans as you were which was refreshing to see. His eyes were glued especially on the one with fire red hair. No one really mentioned the fact that all the humans had a ring of some sort around their necks, all the humans giving some excuse of your old flame giving the rings as parting gifts to them so they would never forget their year in Devildom. You felt your body go rigid as they would talk about their times with the brothers and their times with your lover. 

EX-lover 

You had to remind yourself of that as you fiddled with the ring around your neck. Something that brought you immense comfort now brought nothing but pain to you. You had physically died twice in your life now, but the pain you felt whenever you would touch the ring was worse than any death. 

You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, and your head snapped up to see Solomon looking at you with worry. The two of you walked further down the hall, away from all the commotion to be shrouded by the dim light of the candlelit hallways. You had been texting Solomon about your plan to reveal yourself at the masquerade, however he did express concern with the idea. Having not had the chance to speak face to face about the situation, he pulled you further down the hallways until you could barely hear the words from the room.

“Are you sure you want to do this? What if you lose control?” Solomon whispered, hand grabbing yours. 

“That’s what Diavolo is for and that’s what you’re about to be for.”  You replied with a chuckle. “If you make a pact with me you’d be able to get me to stop with a simple command, right?”

Solomon’s eyes shot open at that, completely in shock before relaxing with a smirk. “So. You’ve been a demon for a little less than a year and you want to make a pact with me?”

“If you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’ve known you for five years now…I agree that you’re a shady little shit but ….you’re my closest friend.” You said, squeezing his hand. “But I would like to make one with you one day.”

Solomon sighed and ran his free hand through his hair. “Listen Y/N, you’re powerful and would make an amazing pact mate considering you had all seven of the strongest demons I’ve ever known under your belt, but you’re not stable enough right now. Have you even been in your demon form tonight yet?”

“W-well. No. Dia wants it to be a surprise! And plus, if I was in my demon form heand the brothers would’ve saw me and so would Red over there and knew something would be up! It was easier to just maintain my normal form and slink around.” You explained, a light red tint on your cheeks.

Solomon smirked and let go of your hand to rest it on the wall, his free hand on his hip. “And what were you slinking around for?” He asked, amused.

You took a deep breath, blush tinting your cheeks at his playful tone. “I just wanted the rundown on those who came after me, and how they treated the boys. From what I’ve seen they’re all insufferable except for Red, but then again they showed up late so I couldn’t get a good read on them. They all seem to have no clue who I am.”

Solomon sighed again, now opting to lean against the wall with one leg and his arms crossed, although there was still that mischievous smile on his face. “That’s because the other students don’t know about you besides what they gathered themselves. I think the brother’s decided it would be best to not mention you and to stop comparing you to the other exchange students, for their sake. One of the few perks of having a twenty-four seven access point to this place is that you get to pick up on behaviors. For a whole month after you left Lucifer would grumble about how you were late with his coffee only to realize you weren’t there….Leviathan didn’t leave his room for three months….Belphegor slept in the attic more…even Satan began slipping back into his old habits of leaving books everywhere and untouched. I know Beelzebub stopped eating for a while and Mammon was almost never home, working constantly and then immediately spending the money….hell even Asmodeus stopped taking care of himself because you weren’t around. Do you know how annoying he can be sometimes? How many hours I spent cuddling him? Ugh, it was annoying.” He grumbled. “Don’t even get me started whenever Asmodeus would swing violently from being horny to being depressed.”

“Awww was someone tired of being the top?” You jested, poking his arm and giggling at the blush that took over his face. Getting Solomon embarrassed was such a delight because of how rare it happened.

“No! That’s not it at all! I’m just a very busy man.” He muttered, turning his face away from you to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Mhmm…of course you are wizard boy. Now go back into that room before Simeon goes searching.” You giggled, pushing Solomon gently, but he still managed to almost get slammed to the ground. The minute Simeon’s name left your lips, you frowned. How was Simeon? How was Luke? How were they handling the news…

“Why don’t you go in the parlor yourself?” Solomon asked, fixing his suit and tie, almost reading your mind. You pursed your lips together and gripped the ring that swung from your neck. Solomon picked up on the shift in your mood easily, once again standing closer to you. “Is it because of the exchange students?”

“They’re…..one of the reasons.” You answered, spinning the ring between your thumb and index finger. “Simeon and Luke were the ones to watch me fall…and I just don’t want them to know what I’ve become… not yet…”

“Oh…Simeon did mention that to me. He asked about you. Luke did too.”

“…What did you say?”

“That you became a demon. I didn’t tell them anything past that. Luke didn’t want to believe that, especially since they saw you on the way to the Celestial Realm. Simeon beats himself up almost everyday that he stood there and watched you fall from the heavens. Apparently Luke was practically beating him, yelling at him to save you with tears in his eyes. Simeon said he was crying too. They even went to Michael about asking God to save you, but by then you were already a demon and although you sinned as much as the next guy, the pacts with the brothers are what ultimately made them deny you passage.” He answered. 

“Oh…” You muttered, biting your lip. So they did know about you being a demon after all. That’s good at least, the shock won’t be too bad for them then.

“Having sex with them also didn’t help your case.” Solomon added with an evil smirk. 

Now you were a blushing, sputtering mess making Solomon laugh out loud. You pouted and crossed your arms, cheeks still a nice tint of pink. Solomon smiled and swung an arm around your shoulder so his laughter was right by your ear. He pressed a cheeky peck on your temple before flashing the peace sign and walking back into the parlor with the other students.

You watched him from around the corner as he entered back into the parlor, the warming glow of the candles casting orange light in the otherwise black hallways. You could smell the cinnamon and you could hear the laughter of all the students and part of you wishes you would have the courage to force yourself to walk in there, but you were too scared. Too scared of seeing Luke and Simeon and having their guilt take over them, too scared to see Red and to be bombarded by those who were just cheap replacements, not to mention the other angels who you’ve never met before. 

You sank down the wall, legs outstretched and arms crossed one over the other. You thought about the hickeys on their neck, how miserable he looked to be walking in with them, disguised with a smile. The way his brothers treated him like a stranger….how every exchange student under the same roof was enthralled by them. How cute for him to prevent them from entering the Celestial Realm and for leading them on because of his ways. His ability to charm all those he comes in contact with and how they all love him and all of them fell for the same lies he told you. You may have been the only one that those words may have been true to, but you didn’t care at this point. Every promise, every whispered affirmation, every touch he placed on your body was a lie. He was a liar and a cheater. 

And you will have your revenge.

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CEO Harry Styles / part 2 (smut)

Quick message before you start: I hope all of you guys and your closest ones are taking care in these tough times. We will get through it as a whole and in the mean time, here’s something to fulfill your dirty minds!  I’m working on a series that I think you will enjoy very much and I will finish it as soon as I can! Sorry for making you wait with this one, I just got back into writing again. As always, I’m trying to be as descriptive as possible, so you can really get into it, because I like reading stories like that.

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PART 1

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“I can’t wait. Meet me in front of your house at 3 AM.                                      H. “

I read as I was about to get out of the car. Harry wanted to see me, now. The butterflies spread throughout my whole body once again as my mind started fantasizing about what’s going to happen. I haven’t felt that spontaneous and lustful in a long time, yet my thoughts were interrupted by my dad pulling up in the driveway and notifying me we’re home. I had just enough time to shower and prepare to sneak out, hoping my parents would go to sleep by then. 

As I hopped in the shower, I only then started to clearly replay what happened in the last two hours.The way he kissed me, the way he touched me - he could ruin me. Getting a text from him right away awoke my curiosity and I wanted to see what more is there to him. The thought of him wanting me like that brought excitement back, a wish to explore the inexplicable passion and hunger we have for each other. 

It really wasn’t like anything I could explain or compare, but I was more than ready to pursue it - even if I met him only few hours ago. On the other hand, I really needed a decent sex - and who would be better for it than Harry?

This time I’m coming prepared, I thought to myself. Matching black and lacy set was my final decision for underwear, I fixed my hair and waited impatiently for 3 AM.

 I hated sneaking out, nonetheless I put my leather jacket on and made my way to the front door. I was hoping my parents were already asleep, otherwise I’d have some explaining to do. With not that much until 3 AM, I walked out of my house, making minimal amount of noise and walked to the sidewalk. Harry was nowhere in sight and I decided to text him while waiting.

“Where are you?”

I slipped my phone back in my jacket, freezing due to cold air and breeze. Then, various questions started popping up in my head. Where are we even going to go? Is he going to drive here? Is this safe?

I shrugged all these questions off thinking how I let this man make me cum in the coatroom almost 3 hours ago, and, on the other hand, my dad knew him very well.

Dad... what if Harry tells him about this?

“Look up the street, sweetheart.” my phone read and I did just that. Harry was not far away, thankfully, but far enough so the neighbors couldn’t notice what I was doing here this late. I walked to the car, opened the door and jumped in. The sight of Harry shifted my mood and I was happier to see the beautiful smile form on his face. 

“Hello, gorgeous. Nice to see you again.” He said in a lovely tone, making my body shiver with excitement. He got closer and kissed my jawline and let his lips linger there for a while, making my face heat up. He moved his lips across my cheek to my lips where he left a soft kiss. I was very confused as to why this awoke string of electricity right to my core. He could be rough or gentle with me, and I would find it equally arousing. This only made me more impatient to have him and to get to wherever he was planning to take me.

“Where are we going?”

“To my place, is that okay?” Harry said as he started to drive. 

“Of course.” 

Harry mentioned it was a 15 minute drive and we spent most of it chit-chatting, but neither of us were too engaged in the conversation. I could tell exactly what he was thinking about, and vice versa. He only proved that I was right, by placing his hand on my bare thigh and gently caressed it - cold breeze of those damn rings he was wearing left sensations that made my breathing erratic. He smirked looking straight ahead to the road, as he felt goosebumps rise on my leg. 

He moved his hand lightly to the rhythm of whatever was playing on the radio, knowing it drove me crazy. Harry inched his fingertips to the hem of the short skirt I was wearing and played with it. He put his hand between my thighs spreading them to have access to the place where I longed him the most. He grazed his fingers against my inner thighs, his eyes still glued to the road. Harry really couldn’t wait.

Making his way to my clothed core, Harry teased me, making sure I felt every single fingerprint on my sensitive skin. “You want me to touch you so bad, don’t you?” He broke the silence and I just nodded. There was no other possible answer for me at the time, as I was still in shock from that night’s events. 

He obliged, surprisingly, considering he loved to tease. He rubbed soft circles over the cotton part of my panties and I let out a gentle whimper. Rough pads of his fingers and panties rubbing against my clit felt amazing, and Harry felt I was already getting wet. Yet, of course, as soon as he found his rhythm - he stopped, but didn’t move his fingers. I held back a whine and urge to squeeze my thighs together in order to feel even a bit pleasure.

“Rub yourself against me, I know how much you want it.” He said, rough voice and dirty words making it harder for me not to stop the car and fuck him right there. I lifted my hips up a bit, and started swaying my hips up and down, then in circles.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” he looked at me for a few seconds and let out a low groan, keeping his eyes glued to the road. He unexpectedly moved my panties to the side, allowing himself to feel my wetness and trap his fingers between my folds as I continued to move against him. 

Once again, he stopped his actions, now moving his hand completely. He put his fingers in my mouth letting me taste myself and stopped a disapproving groan to leave my mouth. 

“Don’t be impatient sweetheart, you will have me soon enough.” He said just as we were pulling up to the driveway. I got out of the car and straightened my skirt, following Harry to his front door. We entered the house and I was immediately amazed how his place looked. It was a real adult place, but with distinctive details, signifying it was Harry. Actually, it looked exactly like him - clean, neat and pleasing to the eyes. He had a whole white-gray aesthetic going on, perfectly mixed with shiny marble tiles. 

“Do you want something to drink?” 

“Just some water, please.” he nodded, “Make yourself comfortable.” He added, leaving to the kitchen. I made my way to the big gray couch in the living room, after taking my shoes of at the entrance - I don’t want to ruin anything in this house, I thought to myself. After sitting comfortably on the gray couch, there Harry was, with two water bottles. He sat next to me and got a small remote and with one swift click, the fireplace turned on. Am I in a fanfiction?

“Do you do this with all girls?” I chuckled. He reciprocated and shook his head. “Only with special ones.” He winked and let cheeky smile form on his face making my heart sink.

In no time, we were engaged in a heated make out session. Although things between Harry and I moved fast, neither of us seemed to mind. We couldn’t keep hands off each other - not at a public event in the coatroom, not in the car for a 15 minute drive, and sure as hell not when we’re inside, on a couch and very close to one another. Harry suggested we go to his bedroom and I happily obliged.

His room was matching the rest of the house, only here, the main wall was replaced by a huge window, overlooking the city. It really was an experience, the street lights hitting the window and then the bed, centered against the other wall. Dim lights gave off a special vibe and room quickly filled up with lust and desire. Before we made our way to the bed, Harry went to the bathroom connected to his room and I took my time to take off my clothes and wait for him in only underwear. Gaining the sudden confidence wasn’t as hard as choosing the position I was going to wait for Harry in. Should I lay on the bed? Should I stand next to it?

Still, Harry caught me off guard as he entered the room again and I was left standing there with a smirk on my face. His jaw dropped as he was scanning my body with his eyes, filling me up with confidence even more.

“Do you like what you see?” I said biting my lip. Harry nodded as he got closer to me, grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him. He glided his hands gently across the skin of my waist, lower back and then butt, squeezing it roughly. Right when he was about to kiss my neck, I pushed him on the bed and he propped himself up with his elbows, gazing at me. 

I straddled his lap and we started making out again. The way Harry was kissing me was very different than people I’ve kissed before. His lips were soft and gentle but still hungrily attacked mine. He slipped his tongue in my mouth after teasing my bottom lip and his hands were busy touching every part of my body. He lifted me easily and threw me on the bed, immediately getting on top of me. Somewhere in the process, I made Harry take his shirt and pants off, leaving him in boxers, so I could feel every inch of his skin on mine. 

His skin was soft and he smelled great, and our bodies fit perfectly together on the bed as we were grinding against each other. His hands were wrapped around my body and he lifted my back a little so he could undo my bra. He pulled it off me and threw it beside the bed. He kissed down my collar bones and then between my breasts which made me buck my hips up and rub against his already hard member. He trapped one of my nipples between his mouth and sucked on it, making me arch my back into the bed. He didn’t fail to give attention to my other breast - he rolled my nipple against his palm slowly and then between his fingers. He grazed over them with his rings earning a soft moan from me.

He continued kissing down my stomach gently, looking up at me. He got to the hem of my panties and pulled them down with his teeth, not breaking the gaze between us. He spread my legs easily and started kissing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Having him this close only made me more eager for him, if possible. 

He looped his hands around my legs and arched them in my knees. Harry finally licked a strip on my clit, spreading my folds with his fingers on both sides so he can get more access. He started licking, sucking and humming over my pussy relentlessly, attacking every pleasure nerve while a loop of moans escaped my mouth.

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” Harry managed to say between assaulting my pussy in the best way possible. 

“So fucking good Harry,” “Mmm,” he hummed on my clit, and put two fingers inside of me without notice. That made me scream out his name as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. The room was soon filled with sloppy moans and slapping sounds from how rough Harry was with me - and how I repeatedly slammed my hips down on his fingers. 

He pulled his fingers out and looped them under my thighs again, slamming my hips against the bed. “You don’t want me to tie you down, do you?” What was a good answer for this? Both would work for me. “I want you to cum on me, baby.” Harry said moving away from me. I took the chance to turn him over and get on top of him. “I want you inside of me know,”

I pulled his boxers down as he rested back on the headboard. I took his hard, leaking dick in my hand and started pumping up and down, not breaking eye contact with Harry. I looked at him innocently and he seemed to like it very much. I got down and wrapped my lips around the tip and started sucking slowly.

“Fuck,” was all Harry said before he took my hair in a makeshift ponytail. I started bobbing my hair up and down on him feeling every protruding vein wrapped around his dick. “Just like that, sweetheart mm,” 

He wrapped one of his hands around my jaw and with other one still holding my hair, he lowered my head on him to meet his hips lifting up. String of saliva glazed him and even though he was deep in my throat, I still looked him directly in the eyes. “You like it when I’m fucking your throat like that? Such a good girl for me,” Harry moaned out as I whimpered against him. He then proceeded to pull out of my mouth and, with no time to catch my breath, he pulled me on top of him. Still rested against the headboard, Harry grabbed my hips, aligned himself against my entrance and slowly entered me.

“Fuck Harry... fuck me,” I breathed out as he picked up his pace. Him slamming inside of me and me trying to grind on him was a perfect mixture that made us both moan loudly in pleasure. I held on his shoulders and threw my head back, barely able to open my eyes as I felt him hit every spot inside of me.

Unexpectedly, Harry slapped my ass hard which made me scream out, and I could hear him chuckle that turned into a soft moan.  “You like getting spanked, don’t you? While you ride my dick like that, mm?”

“Yes, slap me harder, please,” and he did.

“That’s a good girl I want.”

He grabbed my jaw roughly as he continued to pound into me with a perfect pace, bringing me closer to him to kiss me. It was sloppy, but equally hot as before.  Without notice he turned us both over so he was on top. He kept fucking me roughly, but slowed down and went deeper than before on occasion, feeling up every inch of my body and filling up every part of my pussy.

He brought his hand down and wrapped it around my neck, choking me with just enough intensity to make me squeeze around his dick. I felt my high approaching fast and with every thrust he made, I was falling apart more. 

“I’m so close, Harry,” “I can feel it, baby. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” “So fucking good, fuck-”

“Yeah? Cum for me then, baby.”

And those simple words made me release everything that was building up inside of me, string of curse words and moans left my mouth as Harry rode out my orgasm. He turned me around so I was laying on my stomach and re-entered me at a slow pace this time, then bent down and pinned my hands above my head with his. This position allowed him to get deeper inside of me than before and he took the chance to kiss along the back of my neck and shoulders.

“You feel so good around me, I’m so close baby,” he said while thrusting slowly, but deeply making me let out whimpers of his name.

Few of those were enough to get Harry to cum and I felt him twitch inside of me. In the last second he pulled out, pumped himself a couple of times and came on my back.

“Fuck. Me.” he said as he plopped down beside me. I was barely able to breathe, let alone speak. I haven’t felt like that in a while, orgasm that strong, passion and lust for someone that exciting.

Harry cleaned me up with tissues, threw them away and swung one hand around me. 

“How was that, sweetheart?” “Not bad for an old guy,” I joked and we both laughed, out of energy. A lot of things happened that night - the night I finally let go and decided to enjoy myself for a change. While we cuddled, wasted of energy, the sun rose up slowly over the city and I figured it was time to leave soon. Not a part of my mind thought about whether this was a one time thing or not, I just enjoyed the moment. 

That’s until Harry broke the silence:

“I want to see you again, baby girl.”

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Cultural Dissonance

His body was weightless, comfortably curled upon the leather seat. The hum of the engine was like a secure blanket, lulling him to sleep. For the first time in weeks, the tension had left Matthew’s muscles and his body melted into a rejuvenating sleep. He felt like he could have spent the eternity just like that.

If it weren’t for the obnoxious tap against his right shoulder, of course.

“Mattie Mattie~ Time to wake up~”

Matthew grunted and curled deeper into himself, hiding his face between the seat and the crook of his shoulder in a clear indication that he wasn’t intentioned to abandon his rest.

Unsurprisingly, his tormentor didn’t get the hint.

“Come on, Mattie! You’ve been sleeping for three whole hours, it’s time to wake up! I’m bored!”

Alfred punctuated his words by turning on the radio full volume.

Matthew whimpered against the sound blasting in his ears, but an attempt to cover them with the collar of his coat proved futile. He was finally forced to uncurl his reluctant body in order to access the controls of the radio.

“Happy now?” he grumbled as he switched off the infernal sound.

Alfred gave a content hum of assent. His blue eyes looked bright and alert behind the glasses, his skin glowing and rested. There could be nothing further from the picture of a person who had just endured a transatlantic flight and then three hours of driving across English highways. Alfred was so lucky.

Matthew, instead, was still so sluggish he could barely put two words together, his brain a muddled mess.

“I wasn’t disturbing you by sleeping…”

“But you’ve had enough sleep already! All the time on the plane, plus those three hours! And I’ve been driving in silence for-e-ver. Time to spice things up!”

Said that, Alfred once again turned on the radio – at a reasonable volume, this time.

Matthew would have wanted to retort that Alfred was the one who had slept on the plane, that three hours weren’t enough to recover from how overworked he was… but there was no point, since Alfred had already made up his mind. Besides, he had decided on his own to be the one driving after noticing how exhausted his brother looked. Matthew owed him a bit of company.

With a sigh, he straightened up against the seat and rubbed his bleary eyes. Out of the windows, the English countryside ran along the highway. Small cottages and farmhouses sprinkled here and there in the distance testified the presence of civilization, but Alfred and Matthew were the only ones on the road. Well, them and an approaching vehicle, still only a small point in the distance but steadily getting bigger… and right towards them.

Matthew had a moment to take everything in. The car coming. The swapped, unfamiliar position of the driver’s seat. The English road. And the car running towards them at maximum speed.

“What the fuck is that?!”

“Alfred, you idiot!”

Out of instinct, Matthew jumped toward his brother and grabbed the steering wheel. Together, they jerked the car into the left lane just as the other car passed by them, honking.

Matthew’s ears were ringing.

“You can let go, Mattie. We’re fine.”

Matthew heard the words but he couldn’t move, his muscles locked by the adrenaline rush. It wasn’t until Alfred slowed down to a stop at the side of the road that his heartbeat slowed down. He still needed his brother gently prying his fingers away from the steering wheel before he could come back to himself.

“You…”

He had to stop, unable to put into words the mixture of fear and rage threatening to overwhelm him.

Alfred shrugged and offered him a thin, apologetic half-smile.

“Well, nobody got hurt so it’s all fine and well?”

Matthew could have lost it right there and then. The fading adrenaline threatened to turn into blind rage, his muscle tensed in preparation… but they still had hours of driving left. It wasn’t the right moment to bring Alfred to a breakdown.

“Get off. I’m driving from now on,” he snapped, glowering at his brother.

He could still lecture Alfred and drive at the same time, after all.

******

Something good had come out the scare, after all. Now, Matthew was wide awake, the previous sluggishness just a distant memory. He was alert enough to drive carefully, enjoy the road, and chat with Alfred, whom he had fully forgiven one hour earlier. There was something soothing in the sharpness and repetitive motions that driving gave him, he wasn’t in the right mood to stay mad. He was almost glad he had ended up being the one driving… Not that he would ever admit it to Alfred, of course. (Even if from the cheeky smile his brother addressed to him from time to time, Matthew was forced to deduce he knew.) Everything was going quite swimmingly.

Up until the flashing lights at the entrance of a service area signalled the presence of a police patrol.

Matthew dutifully slowed down a notch, a knot growing in his throat as he gave a quick check – he was driving just right under the speed limit, the lights and mirrors were correctly adjusted… everything seemed to be in order. But the anxiety only rose as a policeman signed at him to stop.

“It’s just a routine control,” Alfred reassured him in a soothing tone, offering his arm a squeeze.

Matthew wished he had even a tiny bit of his brother’s confidence. However, he was aware he couldn’t show any hesitation. Ignoring his thundering heart, he stopped in front of the policemen and offered them a smile as he rolled down the window. His driving license and passport were smoothly transitioned from his sweaty hands to the strong ones of a middle-aged, portly officer.

Matthew had checked numerous times before leaving, he didn’t like creating disturbances by appealing to his status of personification when something went wrong with his ‘human’ documents. Everything should have been in order.

…Then, why was the friendly face of the policeman slowly contorting into a frown?

Matthew’s throat was dry. He tried to smile as the officer raised his eyes from the documents to Matthew’s face, but could only stare at the stern expression.

Alfred leaned over him to get a closer look.

“Something wrong?”

The policeman sighed and passed the documents to a colleague that had just reached him.

“Son, I don’t know how things work where you come from, but you’re in England now. And in England, we don’t allow seventeen-year-olds to drive a car. I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me.”

******

That had to be among the most embarrassing moments of Matthew’s life. He kept his eyes stubbornly trained on the floor, analysing the dirt caked around the tiles. Another curious glance from a policeman or somebody working inside the police station, and he would have died of shame. He couldn’t believe he had overlooked such an important detail.

He buried his head in his hands when a pair of familiar footsteps approached him.

“Still pouting, Mattie?” asked Alfred, just back from his short trip to the vending machine.

He could have left at any time. Since he was of age, nothing was detaining him. But of course, he had decided to wait with Matthew and witness his humiliation, often adding to it with his cheeky remarks. Matthew wanted him gone.

And the worst part was still approaching – with another pair of familiar footsteps as an equally familiar voice talked with the same policeman who had stopped them. The words were clipped with irritation.

“Man, this is hilarious,” Alfred declared.

Matthew wished the earth could swallow him.

His prayer wasn’t granted. Arthur’s steps finally halted and Matthew had to lift his head.

He immediately wished he hadn’t. Arthur was staring at him with such a mixture of rage and disappointment that it physically hurt.

“I can’t believe you, Matthew. I was so sure I could trust you to be sensitive… How could you be so careless?”

Matthew had no words to justify himself. He could only stare at Arthur and let the embarrassment consume him.

He had been so focused on Arthur that he had almost forgotten about the policeman accompanying him, who startled Matthew when he cleared his throat.

“Now there, Mr. Kirkland. The boy is far from blameless, but somebody must have allowed him to get his driving license. As his legal guardian and an Englishman who knows the laws of England, this was quite an oversight on your part.”

For a moment, Matthew thought he must have heard wrong. He blinked, but the policemen was still standing in front of Arthur, with his arms folded across his chest as he stared at the apparently younger man with a stern expression.

Arthur’s face bleached; his fists tightened in fury.

“Excuse me, are you trying to insinuate—”

“Priceless,” Alfred whispered, offering a conspiratorial wink to Matthew.

Matthew dropped his face to his knees, his cheeks burning with humiliation. He would have wanted to retort that, by forcing him to drive, Alfred had been the cause of everything… pity that Alfred was clearly having the time of his life.

Why did everything always have to turn against Matthew?

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Note: There are reasons (100% based on canon) I write Canada as younger than America, I’ve already detailed them other times [x] [x] [x]. As for why I write him underage, it’s mainly because I think getting into situations like this one would be very fitting with the way he’s portrayed in canon, haha. This guy’s so unlucky...

[the-navistar-carol]

Daminette Songfic: ‘Summer of ‘69’ by Bryan Adams

From the Maribat AU of @ozmav

@maribat-archive I’m back at it again >:)

I got my first real six-string

Bought it at the five-and-dime

When he had first been taken in by Bruce Wayne, he had turned up his nose at the prospect of entertaining some kid superhero from France. She wasn’t going to be impressive.

She wasn’t even going to be good!

Man, Damian thought to himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, was I wrong.

Played it 'til my fingers bled

Was the summer of '69

It had taken forever for them to even consider being on speaking terms, let alone friends. That alone had been a marvel in and of itself.

Not that he’d trade it for anything in the universe. If it came to it, he would probably let the world burn for another minute with her.

“Dude,” Dick had whistled. “You are whipped.”

Again, he’d turned up his nose at the prospect. He hadn’t even known what the former Robin had meant.

But yeah. I had been.

Me and some guys from school

Had a band and we tried real hard

She’d never given up, not even when she was flung into the floor. Not that she did now. Ladybug, Marinette, was and is the greatest girl he knew.

Top of her class, an aspiring designer, with the biggest heart he had ever seen. And not only that, but she was a superhero, saving cities on the daily and pulling the croissants out of the oven.

At least he had a family, people who were there as backup. And not to mention the budget of a billionaire.

She managed with a family who barely knew what she got herself into, a class who had turned against her, and the funds of a bakery. Plus public schooling.

Damn, he mused. If she was one of us, look out Joker.

Jimmy quit, Jody got married

I should've known we'd never get far

Dick had befriended her first. Well, second, after Alfred. But he had taken the first step.

His teasing had never failed to make her laugh, giggles scrunching up her nose and a beaming smile that lit up the room. Ladybug and Nightwing would have late-night philosophy talks, making each other think beyond their boundaries.

She’d taught him to bake, always there with patience when he’d fudged a recipe.

The eldest Robin had shown her more complicated gymnastics (not that she wasn’t already more flexible than most of them would ever be), and acrobatics that turned her every slip and fall into a tumble, and she’d roll right back up onto her feet.

Dick had taught her how to get back up.

Oh, when I look back now

That summer seemed to last forever

Jason had taken her under his wing after Dick.

Whenever she’d curled into a ball, shuddering after a hard practice, he would toss her into the air and take off like a shot, careening through the halls of Wayne Manor. It wasn’t long before her laughs rang off the walls, the Red Hood with a wild grin.

They had the sibling dynamic — there for each other, even at their faults.

Marinette had introduced Jason to color schemes and designs, at least how costumes worked. It was most definitely because of that awful helmet.

Jason, on the other hand, had taught her how to shoot. It was out of necessity, he claimed. If she didn’t know how to defend herself, and her yo-yo was out of reach, she may not have a choice.

Jason had given her the tactics nobody thought she would know.

And if I had the choice

Yeah, I'd always wanna be there

Tim had warmed up to her third, although he had been a bit worried about her age.

As her superhero duties became more needed back in Paris, the two of them started working together at night, on cases none of the rest could crack. The Insomnia Buddies, she’d dubbed them. Or, rather, as Tim called them, the Coffee Crew.

Whenever he became stressed to the point of a breakdown, she taught him meditation, she taught him calm.

The Red Robin showed her computers, and how to bypass firewalls with a tap of a key. Underhanded, but in case she needed the information.

Tim had taught her how to think.

Those were the best days of my life

He, Damian, had taken the longest. It had taken years to become as close to her as the other three were.

But they eventually bonded over common interest and curiosity about the other, growing closer every time they spent an hour in each other’s presence.

Marinette opened his mind to possibilities outside simply what had been placed in front of him. You never have only two choices, she told him firmly, eyes narrowed in determination. Never.

The newest Robin may not have been the first to pick her back up after a tough spar, but he would always be there in a real one, whether it was to take the hit or let her rest.

He, Damian, had given her a real partner.

Ain't no use in complaining

When you've got a job to do

The summers she spent at Gotham had become less of a chore and more like a long-lost family member returning to them. They gained inside jokes, and Skype chats between Gotham and France became more common, until it was almost an everyday thing.

They watched each other grow from bratty kids to mature teenagers, from gangly to sure of themselves.

And man, had her almost literal transformation had him whipped.

Watch out, Hawkmoth.

Spent my evenings down at the drive-in

And that's when I met you, yeah

He’d joined an exchange program to Paris, planning on not telling her, but of course the day he had Jason blurted it out on their nightly video call.

She’d gone absolutely red, and fallen off her desk chair with a loud thud. To this day, it brought a smile to his face.

“R-really?” Her voice had been hesitant, but excited nonetheless. “I can’t believe it! When are you coming?”

Dick, from his position out of the way of the camera, gave Damian a knowing look, a wry grin, and a small wiggle of his eyebrows.

Dumbass.

Standin' on your mama's porch

You told me that you'd wait forever

It wasn’t long after that announcement, when she was in her final year of lyceé, that her video chats had started to become more… tired. She’d change the subject whenever they talked about her classmates or, worse, her friends.

It wasn’t only him who had noticed it. Tim had been the first to pick it up, and immediately set off on finding information about the class. Without telling Marinette, of course.

What he found was no concrete proof, but more videos on the Ladyblog detailed a girl named Lila Rossi.

An awful liar if he ever saw one.

Oh, and when you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

The detective work lasted a week and a half before it was outed. Marinette didn’t get mad about it, but simply hung her head and apologized for not telling them.

His heart had torn to see his angel beaten down like this.

She was across the ocean, president of a class he couldn’t defend her against.

He, Robin, a superhero, was useless.

The exchange program left in six months.

Too long.

Those were the best days of my life

He went to her over winter break, though. Thank whatever higher power he could.

As soon as he had stepped into her room with the door closed, she had broken down in his arms. His brothers were right behind him, and joined the hug with words of comfort and encouragement.

It had taken her half an hour to calm down, but when she had finished, they were tears of happiness. Happiness that they were there for her.

“We’re gonna make this the best two weeks of your year, little lady” Jason had promised her with a crooked grin, the white patch in his hair tousled.

Tim didn’t miss the way she looked away at the word lady. “Mari-bug, what’s going on?”

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and tugged Damian over to her bed, not wanting to let go of him. “It’s a long story.”

We aren’t going anywhere, angel.

Oh, yeah.

Back in the summer of '69

When she finished, she had had to take breaks three times—three times!—to calm herself down.

“And I’ve almost been akumatised because of this, a few times,” she admitted, her voice a quiet whisper. “I figured out how to not let my emotions get the best of me, though. My parents don’t really know.”

Jason’s expression clearly told Damian he was in need of a skinning knife. Or guns. Guns were faster.

A series of pops filled the room. Dick, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face, had popped his knuckles. “I think that it’s time some other people knew the harm Lila caused.”

“And if she gets akumatised,” Damian added, “she’s well deserved it.”

“She can’t keep going like this and not receive the consequences,” Tim put in. “It’s not right.”

Hell’s coming to Lila Rossi.

Man we were killin' time

We were young and restless

And the damned Lila situation didn’t even begin to cover Chat Noir. But Marinette insisted they get away from the topic.

She was on winter break, dammit, and Jason was hellbent on making good on his promise.

Tim had the best idea, oddly enough. An arcade.

While Damian had found the concept childish at best, the way Marinette’s eyes lit up at the prospect quickly stilled any protest.

To the flashy lights and cheap prizes we go.

We needed to unwind

I guess nothin' can last forever, forever, no! yeah!

Once they got there, Dick was quick to pull out his credit card and get a near- unlimited token supply. He nudged Damian with a sly grin. “Get her a big prize, loverboy.”

Thankfully, he said it out of her hearing range. Then he pushed him over, and they toured the arcade together.

Naturally, Jason was a master at the shooting games. Tim was an unexpected genius at Guitar Hero. Dick, of course, managed to beat the highscore on DDR by a good hundred thousand points. Show-off.

You deserve all the joy, angel.

And now the times are changin'

Look at everything that's come and gone

The two weeks had come and gone like nothing. But the two months afterward were an absolute hell of a waiting game.

But Marinette was happier, knowing that her Gotham friends were there for her.

“He’s still whipped,” Dick cackled one night after a video call.

Tim grinned, and ruffled Damian’s hair. “I can see why.”

He’d only growled at them, but they persisted anyway, giving bad advice they knew full well was awful.

But what else were brothers for?

Sometimes when I play that old six-string

I think about you, wonder what went wrong

The exchange program left them in Mlle. Bustier’s class. Well, at least Damian and a few schoolmates.

He could see just how bad the class was for himself.

At his first step into the class, he had been mobbed by a tanned brunette (Lila) claiming to be his lost soulmate, which he quickly and sharply shut down, and proceeded to sit next to Marinette.

Damian could hear her fake sobs from all the way in the back.

“Can you believe it?! He doesn’t remember me!”

Oh, fuck off.

Standin' on your mama's porch

You told me that it'd last forever

He stood, furious, and proceeded to give a thorough explanation on why she was wrong, a liar, and an awful person.

“I’ve never met you, I’ve known Marinette since I was ten, and I don’t see how the daughter of a single French domestic diplomat would ever meet an American at a charity gala in Gotham!”

Silence.

Then explosion.

Not fiery, of course. Of apologies, launched directly at Marinette.

She simply raised a hand to quell them in their tracks. “Some of you I will be able to forgive. Some of you I will not be. Thank you for your apologies.” Her tone was nowhere near the broken girl who had sobbed in his arms two months ago. She was reforged, stronger than steel.

And with a head held high like that, nothing can bring you down.

Oh, and when you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

Nathanaël, Alix, Ivan, Myléne. They were able to be forgiven easier than the rest.

Sabrina and Chloé, she was neutral to. They, if they wanted to gain her trust, had a neutral starting ground.

Max, Kim, Nino. They were forgiven less easily, and would take weeks to even be on friendly terms again.

Alya, Lila, and Adrien she probably never would.

And he was perfectly fine with that.

They don’t deserve her.

Those were the best days of my life

Near the end of the exchange program, he took her to the Eiffel Tower as the sun set, overlooking all of Paris. He wasn’t nervous, of course he wasn’t. Damian Wayne, nervous in front of the girl he had been absolutely whipped for for the better part of a year?

Oh, you better believe it.

At the top tier, he covered her eyes for the entirety of the ride.

“Damiaan.” She was struggling to hide giggles. “I’ve seen this before, y’know?”

“Nah,” he grinned. “You haven’t.”

The top deck was empty, devoid of any and all tourists.

And then the fireworks started, filling the sky with all the colors of the rainbow.

Worth it.

Oh, yeah

Back in the summer of '69, oh

She grabbed his hand, eyes widening in surprise as a dazzling smile swept any amusement off her face and replaced it with wonder. “Oh my God, Dami.”

“I told you, you haven’t seen this before.”

“Wait— you— for me?”

Don’t you dare freeze.

“For you,” he agreed. “I love you, Marinette.”

Those words had been like weights—saying them the first time was hard.

It was the summer of '69, oh, yeah

Me and my baby in '69, oh

She didn’t say anything, only turned her gaze away from the fireworks and to him, the colorful explosions mirrored in her silver eyes. She was close, he could quite distinctly smell the strawberry lip gloss.

“Dami, I…” Hesitation. Shit.

Then, she launched herself at him, arms going around his neck as she crushed him in a tight hug. His arms came up to pull her close.

“I love you too, you extra idiot!”

Oh.

It was the summer,

They had shared a first kiss then, beneath the fireworks and the stars and the moon.

Neither of them were particularly any good, and she kept giggling, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anybody else.

Nor anywhere else.

Never in the world.

the summer,

This time, after she had graduated université, started as a designer, and finally moved to Gotham, they didn’t have to wait for time zones.

This time, as he caught his breath when he saw her in dazzling white, they would never have to wait again.

And this time, they could face things together.

Was he still absolutely whipped for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?

Always.

the summer of '69, yeah

[bow-woahh]

If you’re still doing the game, chapter 6 from the grocery store onward?

Send me your favorite scene/chapter from one of my works and I’ll post a DVD commentary on it.

ask and you shall receive!

Little bit of background info, this chapter is obviously part one of two, chapter six being it's better if I calm down, and chapter 7 being the rest of the line: it's better if I lash out. If you listened to the song full stop, you might have already known that lmao

I felt like these two chapters worked well being split into two parts (I mean imagine how long it would have been if it wasn't ... like no thank you) because of the overarching themes across them and most importantly, the plot line with her mom and the readers not knowing what's putting her on edge in chapter 6. It was so much fun to play around with and hint that there was clearly something bothering her. I think in my outline, before I found the official title this chapter was called "calm before the storm" because that truly is what it is, there's a lot of nice, fun moments, but it's clear there is something bad on the way.

Anyway, tangent over, commentary time!

They caught a bus to get to the closest grocery store, which was still a twenty minute journey away, so Catra ignored Diego for most of the ride, listening to music and texting Adora.

When I was originally outlining chapters and everything, the grocery scene wasn't planned in to this chapter (I just love giving myself more to do). I have a section in my outline document where it's kinda just a thought dump of things I want to happen possibly at some point, because I think it'd be cool or cute or whatever. This was one of those instances, and because this chapter felt a bit bare bones at first (the final product was not in the slightest) I added this in as it felt like a great way to introduce Adora and Diego and since Catra and Adora are still fairly early in their relationship here, it just worked so well, because they truly didn't expect to see each other.

“Hey, hi! I knew you said you were going shopping, but I didn’t think—well I guess it does make sense since you live in Alwyn but—”

Okay, time for context no one asked for! Bright Moon is the city they are in (obviously) and Frighton (the Fright Zone) is the neighbouring city. Bright Moon is kinda split into lower city, upper city and mid/center city (guess which kinda classes live where). Alwyn and Elberon (where Catra and Adora live respectively) are more lower city, so they are typically where poorer people live, though there are some nice places there I'm sure. Just not many.

Adora said, “Loser? Nah, Catra’s actually super cool, trust me.” She looked at Adora, properly, for the first time in a few minutes, and found her staring back at her with a fond smile.

Adora's piss poor attempt at flirting. Jk, but I do think this moment is v cute and I just love how Adora defended Catra, even though it's just her younger cousin being stupid. We love to see it.

Once again Diego beat her to it, opening the door and saying, “Sure!” before jumping out and slamming it shut.

[Context for this line: Adora asked if they needed help taking the bags out of her truck.] Honestly, Diego's really cute here. He really admires Adora and looks up to her so he's taking every possible opportunity to talk to her, and be around her.

“You know you could've left, like, ages ago, right Grayskull?"

“Yeah well,” Adora did that little shrug she always did. “I didn't mind.”

Narrowing her eyes for a moment, Catra said slowly, “Alright. Well, you can go now. And I should probably head in.”

She turned to go inside, when Adora grabbed her wrist. “Wait.”

Ahhh I love this whole section of dialogue so I had to talk about it. These two are just... useless. What I love about them, and writing them in specifically this, is the constant push and pull with them, how they can never just explicitly say whar they want, either in fear they'll be judged and rejected or because they don't even fully understand what they want to begin with. With Catra and Adora, as much as one can say something like "You should go" the other will always hesitate to, will always have something at the tip of their tongue that they're not quite saying, or like here, will literally tell them to stay, using words or otherwise. They want each other but aren't quite ready to admit it yet. And I just think that's beautiful.

Also the grabbing of the wrist and the "Wait"? Pretty sure that was an accidental reference to the "stay" scene in Taking Control but it's so ingrained into my brain I'm sure it was subconscious.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

This line is just so... teenage romance vibes and I love it

Even though they had been talking nonstop for days now, and had seen each other just the other day, there was a palpable tension in the air, one that Catra wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with.

The said tension was definitely more on Adora's end than Catra's, because obviously, Catra is still hiding things (or more accurately, just not sharing them) and although Adora wants to pretend to be fine with it, the closer she gets, the more she wants to know what the truth is, she doesn't want to listen to the lies and rumours anymore.

Adora studied her face for a moment, before saying carefully, “Well, I, uh, have a ton of old gear I’ve been meaning to get rid of, but maybe you could ask him if he wants it? It’d be a good start.”

Catra hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I'm sure he'd like that. I'll, uh, see what he says and get back to you.”

“Great!” Adora beamed.

Another little moment I love because Adora is just so considerate here and understands that Catra doesn't want to delve into things like money issues. She also gets Catra isn't one to accept handouts but the way she puts it isn't ‘let me help you out’ but more ‘you'd be doing me a favour’. Adora understands how she feels. She gets it.

“Why did he think you were texting your ‘boyfriend’ by the way?” Adora asked, and Catra felt her heart drop to her stomach. She hadn’t thought Adora had been paying attention to what Diego said (arguably nobody should ever pay attention to anything he says, ever) but of course she had, because once again, Catra had underestimated Adora’s observational skills.

“Because he's a stupid kid who doesn't know what he's talking about.”

Honestly Diego isn't that far from the truth he just needs to turn that 'boy' in boyfriend to girl.

Also the fact Adora is asking about this.... interesting. Catra's answer.....very defensive and also interesting. Once again they're so many unspoken words and subtext layered in all of this. It's like a tiered cake.

“That? Oh, nah. I don't—it's not really any of her business, y'know?” Catra replied, staring just past Adora’s shoulder.

Catra is replying to Adora asking whether or not Serenia knows she's a lesbian and, well, obviously what she said wasn't true. Well it was, technically, but she's ommiting the real reason. As I've already at least slightly portrayed, Catra has a complicated relationship with her sexuality, and I don't want to spoil it but that will definitely be explored more in the future, and Serenia definitely plays a part in it, being her guardian after all.

“I guess it was always kind of obvious. I never looked at guys the same way I look at girls—my first crush was some girl in like elementary, although I didn't realise at the time, and they just continued from there. I thought all girls had crushes on other girls at some point, that wishing I was a guy so I could be with them was what everyone did. When I realised they didn't, that it was weird, I spent all my time convincing myself I just wanted to be my celebrity crush and not be with them, until I actually kissed a girl for the first time. Then I couldn't exactly ignore it. I still tried to though. Especially when—well yeah, I tried to deny it for a while. But then, I guess I got tired. Of lying to myself.”

This whole paragraph is just... yes. No one has ever asked Catra how she knew, but more importantly, Catra has never wanted to answer this question, and if it were anyone else asking, she would have definitely shut it down, or answered with something short and simple. It's because it's Adora, and because she's growing more comfortable with her, to the point where she doesn't mind, even wants to share these types of details about herself. That vulnerability is even more important in chapter 7, so this was a stepping stone of sorts for her.

“So, uh, how about you? Not that I’m saying that you’re—but since you asked…” She cursed at herself internally when Adora's expression morphed into one of surprise, eyes slightly widening. 

“Oh, me? I, um—I don't really know. Is that weird? I just haven't ever really thought too much about it. I guess my main priorities are school, lacrosse, and work.”

God, it's in moments like these where I wish I wrote from Adora's perspective as well. Because there's a lot to unpack here. She's not lying when she says this, I do think this is partially how she feels. But, some could argue it's so obvious how much she likes Catra, and she's definitely admired some women before. So. I'll leave it at that because otherwise I'll say too much.

Quickly though, back to the what I said about writing in Adora's perspective... saying this here and here only because I don't know if it'll happen but I did have an idea to make a sequel of sorts, from her perspective. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The smooth stream had been interrupted once Adora had asked if Catra's had any plans next week, with Halloween coming up. The relaxed, open demeanor that Adora had seen for the past few hours had almost instantly closed up again, and she could hardly focus on what Adora was saying anymore.

Now that Chapter 7 is out, why she reacted this way obviously makes a lot of sense, but to add more of a commentary to it, as we saw throughout this chapter she was trying her best to ignore her emotions about her mom's death anniversary because for once things were going well and therefore she had other things to focus on. Adora mentioning Halloween forced Catra to acknowledge it, along with the memories that come with her mothers death.

“Promise you won't ditch me?”

“I, Adora Grayskull, promise not to ditch you,” she said, hand on heart.

We love a good promise cameo.

“Did you really get kicked out? Of Horde High?”

Catra should have been expecting this to come up once again. It was bound to. With all the rumours. Especially when Sparkles seemed to be a fan with how she brought it up on Sunday.

I've already talked a bit about the rumours and how they arose in my chap 1 commentary, but really I wanted to talk about Glimmer here, since her scene was before the grocery scene and I have a lot to say about this one. Initially when I wrote it, the scene was a fairly quick altercation that kinda lacked a real punch, but after spending a little more time on it after my beta pointed some things out...it hit hard. I know there is a fuck Glimmer train at the moment because, yeah, Glimmer is pretty mean in that scene. And other scenes. I don't know why I love writing Glimmer as her S4 self so much, but it's fun to play around with okay? I like how she can take on an almost antagonistic role at times.

Glimmer thinks what she is doing is to the benefit of her own friend, by pointing out all of Catra's faults and the fact that she's from the Horde, but I also think there's a little jealousy there. No Glimmer doesn't like Adora, but she is quite a possessive friend, so I can't imagine she likes the fact Adora is spending so much time with someone she doesn't know, and to add to it, she's got the worst reputation in the school. So.

Catra thought back to the moment, and remembered what had provoked it, all the way back in eighth grade. “Yeah. I'd say they did.”

Exclusive for Tumblr gang only, but yes they did on fact deserve it because they called Catra the d-slur. This was during a time where she was really struggling with her sexuality so at the time, this cut deep.

As Catra lay in bed that night, she found her mind wandering back to Adora's handshake, how they had held on for just a little too long, mismatched eyes staring into blue ones. How such a casual touch had brought back that burning sensation, that need to be closer.

Ah...the handshake. There is literally no other reason for this other than the fact they are gay. This chapter along with the next are especially important for their development physically—they get a lot more comfortable touching each other in passing but at the same time they still have to find a reason to touch each other (hence the handshake). Either way, it helps break another barrier in their relationship, and this is even moreso the case in chapter 7. I don't know if you noticed, but that chapter is full of small touches and more, but they couldn't have gotten there if it wasn't for the little steps along the way.

Boy that was a long one! I hope you guys enjoyed this, I know I said chap 8 would be out soon but schools really kicking my ass, trying to find a balance is hard. Nevertheless, it will be out asap, I appreciate your patience! (:

[lou-is-creative]

Unpredictable (Pt 2)

Fandom: 6 Underground

Main characters: Four/Billy // Oc: Eight/???

Shipping: Four/Billy x male!OC

Chapter one: Never going back

Song: Never going back, The Score

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

AN: I will start adding a music recommendation to every chapter now. Obviously mostly songs that match the soundtrack of 6 Underground. Have fun~

"Royal Flush. Makes that mine."

Seven stated, putting down the cards he had on his hands and grabbing the money in the middle of the table. The others groaned

"You're faking us out."

Four said, pointing at Seven who raised his hands.

"Maybe I do, maybe you just suck."

He grinned and Two stood up, smashing her cards on the table, walking towards Seven who now looked rather scared.

"Go get him baby."

Three whistled and watched Two get closer to Seven, who now wasn't so happy anymore. But their little game session was interrupted as someone came in. That someone was One.

"What on earth are you doing?"

He asked and everyone looked at him,  kind of confused, kind of curious.

"Where on earth have you been?"

Five asked back. Good question, actually. Because no one knew where One had been over the last two weeks. He went off, left Wally the dog and his fellow ghosts alone to do... yeah, well, what did he actually do?

"I've recruted someone."

The tall man threw his jacket on a chair and took his seat next to Seven.

"Are you cheating again?"

He asked casually and grabbed a card from Sevens lap.

"Good that you're home. We've been missing you."

Seven said, his voice draining from sarcasm as he rolled his eyes in annoyance. Now Four took the chance to speak.

"Another ghost? Are you joking? Just because we've failed this mission big time, doesn't mean another ghost will be able to fix it."

"He is right. Who guarantees that number eight is going to be of any help?"

Three leaned back and all eyes were on One.

"I have planned to recruit him from the beginning. But he was still too young. He was the original number six."

Three looked a little confused at him.

"Is he a driver too?"

"Yes. But also no. But yes. Aaaaand no."

One began and paused, waiting for someone to ask a more specific question. His fellow ghosts looked at him, eyebrows either raised or furrowed.

"Well, if you'd be so kind and tell us more than that?"

Five said and One shrugged.

"The problem is that... He did a lot of stuff to get money. So he isn't only a driver. He also is very talented at throwing knifes... But all of that is nothing I did recruit him for."

One paused dramatically and Three and Four starred at him, waiting for the reason he did recruit number eight. Seven just groaned.

"What did you recruit him for?"

He asked in annoyance once again. One grinned a little.

"Glad you're asking. Because he is exactly what we need right now. A really good actor."

One leaned back, satisfied with his answer.

"You must be joking."

Four said in disbelief.

"You solely recruited someone just because he is good at acting?"

One just grinned.

"Trust me when I say, that it will be totally worth it. Also, I didn't just recruit him for being able to act. He has quite a few qualities. Like I said, very talented with knifes."

Three leaned back.

"I can't believe you would just recruit another person. We could have been acting too!"

Now Two turned around.

"May I remind you that; first of all, the guy saw all of us.-"

"Not me."

Seven interrupted but earned himself a glare from Two so he apologized and leaned back again.

"- and second of all, You can not act for shit."

Three looked at her, in a mixture of hurt and disappointment.

"I assume One needs him to gather informations. Which is what I normally do but as I said, he saw us."

One pointed at her, silently reassuring her that she was right.

"She's right. Seven couldn't have done it either, no offense mate, but you've got a little bit of a temper."

Four contributed and Seven furrowed his brows.

"So you're better or what?"

The blonde raised his hands in defense.

"Never said that. Also I wouldn't like to be around some random asshole guy and pretend to be someone else all the time. Maybe even pretend I don't want to punch him in the face. This is just too much stress for my taste."

He placed his cards on the table, having the worst hand of them all. But no one cared since the game was long over. Silence spread for a short time. Then One raised his voice.

"Anyways, as I was gone, I've been working on a plan for next time. I will tell you the details when the boy is here so I don't have to repeat myself."

"Why didn't you bring him with you, like you did with Seven?"

Five asked and all eyes were on One again.

"Well, there was some last thing he had to get done. He wasn't telling me what it was, but he insisted on going."

"And you just let him go? He could run around and ruin us."

Three voiced his concern and One just casually shook his head.

"I don't pick people who aren't trustworthy. He might be a bit young, but he is a decent guy. Look, I can understand your doubts but he is the perfect person for this mission. And after this son of a bitch of a CEO barricaded himself with loads of security, on a small island, what other chance do we have than some really good actor?"

What were they supposed to say? Neither of them was fully convinced of the idea till now but they all had to live with it. Silence, doubt, acceptance. Too much stuff went wrong and Four and Seven were close to being killed while the other four nearly got arrested for Three's driving.   This might be their best shot. ………………………………………… It was cold, almost freezing. Raindrops were moving fast, almost furiously making their way down. Although the rain aggressively hit the lonely mans bare skin, and the wind was cold and harsh against him, he kept on walking. As if nothing was able to stop him from continueing his way through the wet sand of the beach.  Waves kept crashing in, but steady he walked, nothing could hold him back. For he had not found inner peace, for he could not just vanish.                                      

He stopped at some point. And if there would have been someone watching him, the lonely, half naked guy who was taking a walk at the beach at midnight while it was cold and rainy as fuck, that someone would have assumed that he was stopped by the weather, that mother nature had finally forced him down.

For only he could know that this was not the case. For only he knew what all of this was about.

He lifted his head to face the sky. All of the clouds meant nothing to him. He was unbothered by the weather. Because he knew where to look. And although he said nothing, he seemed to communicate. And maybe, just maybe he was. With the moon, the stars, or someone who went missing a long time ago.

The young man stood there for a while. An hour passed, maybe two, but nothing could move him. And it seemed as if the wind gave up on trying to stop him. As if the rain stopped falling because it knew that it had no use. The sky was clear and the moon got reflected in the moving water of the sea. But just as the nature finally stopped trying to push the man down, he moved forward again. This time he walked right into the water.

The sight alone was so confusing, so surreal, so weird, if someone had been watching him, that someone probably would have thought his brain was playing some weird games with him.

But no one was watching him. The man was left, utterly and entirely alone with himself in the cold water of the sea.

It was probably the last time he was able to do this kind of thing at this exact place. At the place where he would spent hours and hours of his childhood. And as he walked out of the water again, he felt cold. Not because of the temperature, but because he felt like he was just about to throw everything away he had ever been working for. But he stayed strong and turned around to walk away.

The sand was wet but it didn't stick to his feet as bad as usually, which would be practical at the time he tried to get into his car without dirtying it. Determined, stubborn nearly, he did continue his way through until he reached the place where his car was standing. He kneeled down and grabbed the key from the ground under the car before he opened it to get his clothes and a towel. One last time, he turned around. And it was like looking back at his past. At his life. A silent good-bye before he changed his clothes and got into his car. Which he had bought right after his faked death. The motor growled in satisfaction and the raven-haired male took a deep breath as he placed his hands on the steering wheel to maneuver the car towards the coordinates he had gotten from One.

"You will reach your destination in ten hours."

The voice of the car said and the boy scoffed.

"I think we both know better than that."

And with that said, he drove off into the night.

AN: I’ve had this done already so I thought, why not share it with you? Picture is from Pinterest, credit goes to rightful owner~

Also, if you like this story, please feel free to share it, or leave an ask, it would mean the world to me!

[mymarvelbunch]

Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (part 9)

Masterlist

Summary:  You’ve lost all your family and most friends in The Decimation. Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, you dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. Upon finding something that might help, you search for the Avengers’ help. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but in reality it’s mostly Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader

Warnings: mild language.

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously: All exhaustion from the day (God, it all been only a day) overwhelmed you as Steve took you to... a room. Your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open enough for you to see if it was yours or not. You felt yourself being laid down on a bed, but couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Steve just yet. He was so warm... “Y/N?”, he prompted. “You’re warm”, you said simply. “Warm...”, and darkness came again, but this time you welcomed it.

Part Nine

You woke up in the middle of the night with an urgent need to pee.

Your mentally cursed your bladder. There you were, in the dreamless sleep you had so desperately longed for, and now you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep unless you went to bathroom. Sighing, you tried to stand up, only to find yourself stuck by a pair of arms. Only then you realized your heard wasn’t rested on a pillow, but on someone.

That someone being Steve Rogers.

Your breath quickened. How did that happen? You barely remembered what happened after arriving back on your own timeline, only that Steve had been the one to take you. You couldn’t remember falling asleep at all, exhausted as you were.

Well, you were still too tired to think. Careful not to wake him up, you disentangled yourself from him and crawled out of bed. Fortunately, the room you were in was attached to its own bathroom. You didn’t want to wander around the place.

Relief washed over you as you finally managed to pee. Silently as you came, you left, crawled back to bed and rested your head on an actual pillow. As much as Steve made a great fake one, you wouldn’t dare to use him again, no matter how much you wanted to.

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When you woke up again, the sun had already risen, and Steve was no longer there. You instantly felt yourself colder, but before you could mentally scold yourself, Steve showed up from the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty”, he greeted, and you were positive you were blushing.

“Is that movie even from your time?”, you teased instead of actually replying. It was crazy; you had gotten used to tease Captain America of all people.

Then again, you two spent a month training together for almost 24/7, and shared a bed now. Teasing shouldn’t be surprising.

“The Disney movie? No, it isn’t. But you do know Sleeping Beauty is an old fairy tale, right?”, he replied with a grin.

“Oh, I forgot”, you said sincerely. “My brain hasn’t completely woken up yet.”

“Mine either, to be honest”, he said, yawning. “Woke up twenty minutes before you, and almost couldn’t get out of bed. God, yesterday was exhausting.”

“Yeah.” You yawned back. “Pretty sure that day lasted more than 24 hours for us. Haven’t been this tired since I got out of my mom.”

He snorted and laughed at that. You giggled, unable to restrain yourself. His laugh sounded like music to your ears, as cliche as that sentence sounded.

“I don’t think even pre-serum me has ever felt this tired”, he replied. “But my super solder stomach woke me up begging for food. Want me to get something for you?”

You shook your head. “I just want a couple more hours of sleep. Can I stay here?” Now that your eyes were fully open, you could attest this wasn’t your room. (Or rather, Scarlet Witch’s.)

“Of course you can. See you later”, that said, he left the room, closing the door. A part of you wanted to melt at his kindness, but the rest of you just wanted to close your eyes and fall back asleep, and so you did.

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Intermission: Steve’s POV

When he got in the kitchen, only Bucky was there. He had faintly heard the others arriving back the Headquarters, but he didn’t muster the energy to leave his room to greet them. You had fallen asleep still in his arms, and he laid down to try to disentangle you from him so he could sleep on the floor. However, he had underestimated his exhaustion; he fell asleep as soon as he felt the mattress on his back.

Not that he was complaining. It had been the best sleep he had gotten in years, and he was pretty sure your presence had something to do with it - even though you were no longer in his arms when he woke up, he smiled like an idiot upon seeing your sleeping self, wondering what it would be like if he woke up every morning like this.

Calm the fuck down, Rogers, he thought to himself. He was being almost as worse than he was with Peggy after two years knowing each other. He had met you a month ago, for fuck’s sake.

“Is everyone still sleeping?”, he asked his best friend, who was eating a pair of toasts.

“If you mean everyone who stayed here, yes”, he replied. “All aliens went back home, including the Asgardians, which seem to have moved to... Norway, I think?” Steve nodded to indicate he guessed right. “Anyway, T’Challa, Okoye and Shuri went back to Wakanda through the wizard’s sling rings. Asked if I was going too, but I decided to at least wait for you.”

“I appreciate. I’ve missed you, buddy.” He side hugged his friend, who returned the gesture.

“Wish I could say the same”, he said. “But I didn’t even know three years had passed when I woke up. It felt like I had tripped and got knocked out for a couple minutes.”

Steve frowned, trying to remember how exactly did Bucky vanish. Then he snorted. “You fell face on the floor when you got dusted”, he said.

“Woke up facing the mud”, Bucky groaned. “Yeah, laugh all you want, you punk.”

“Jerk”, he replied immediately. “Anyway, what happened in Asgard after I left? You guys took a whole minute to come back. I heard.”

Bucky took another bite of toast before answering. “We managed to get rid of the rest of Thanos’ allies, either by killing them or just kicking them out of the planet for good. When everyone was about to leave, Loki and the green woman - Gamora, I think - asked to come to 2021 with us. Someone - not Tony - had the idea of bringing extra suits in case of failure, so we wouldn’t have a repeat of what happened to Y/N, and gave them to the two. But Thor told Loki that he had to stay and help his past self to defeat their sister Hela, who would come after Odin’s death to seek revenge and destruction. Loki then summoned Odin somehow, and they asked who wanted to help destroy Hela while Odin was still alive. I didn’t, so I came back, along with Sam, Rhodey, Tony and others.

“Some of the magically powerful ones stayed, and came back a few seconds later than us. Long story short, Hela was killed for good, in a cruel manner if you ask me - I’d rather spare you of the details the Asgardians so proudly told us -, Odin took the throne back, someone brought past Valkyrie to be trained for King, and Loki and Gamora came here. Thor is really happy, and Loki is worried by his brother’s looks, I think.”

“He had gone through some hard times, Buck”, Steve defended his teammate and friend. “It’s hard to describe when you weren’t here to see.”

Bucky nodded, and silence fell between the two. It was short-lived, though. “So, you got a girlfriend while I was away?”

He sighed. “Y/N is not my girlfriend, for starters, and I met her a month ago. You heard about it in the debrief before we went to rescue her.”

“Oh, that was a bad summary”, he complained. “I want the good quality content.”

Steve sighed, and told him all about the month spent with you, all while trying to keep his heart rate down and prepare his breakfast.

“You’ve got it bad, my man”, Bucky said in the end. “You should try to make a move, though. If you managed to fall for her in the span of a month, she might have at least a... what do they call now? Ah, a crush.”

“I might”, he replied after taking his first bite of food. “When we are all rested. I’m still not entirely sure if it’s a good idea, though. She is most likely going back to Y/Co to reunite with her family. That was the reason she came here, after all.”

A short silence. “You could follow her”, Bucky suggested quietly. “Personally, I think it’s about goddamn time Captain American retires, regardless of where you end up.”

There was no possible reply to that, so Steve kept his mouth shut and ate his breakfast.

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Back to reader’s POV

According to an old digital clock in Steve’s room, it was nearly noon when you woke up for good. Your stomach seemed to agree it was lunch time.

After trying to make yourself minimally presentable, you headed to the kitchen, hoping to find something there. A lot of people were gathered inside, seemingly trying to cook lunch with varying degrees of success.

“Hey, Y/N!”, Natasha greeted you, holding a frying pan. “Lunch will be ready soon, make yourself at home!”

Steve smiled and waved at you. Stark, Potts, Barton, Danvers, Scott and Rhodes greeted you normally, while others introduced themselves: Sam Wilson (aka the Falcon), Hope Van Dyne (aka the Wasp, though you didn’t know that), Maria Hill, Nick Fury (who was just sitting around, actually), Peter Parker (aka Spider-Man), Wanda Maximov (aka Scarlet Witch) and... Bucky Barnes?

“Uh, with all due respect, weren’t you dead?”, you said bluntly.

He frowned. “I thought my identity was public knowledge”, he replied innocently.

“It might be the case in Wakanda”, Steve said, “but the files Natasha leaked don’t have any mention on the Winter Soldier’s civilian name.”

“There were theories on the internet”, you added, “but no one gave them credit, to be honest. Even after finding out HYDRA had developed the serum, nobody believed they had run tests as early as in World War II.”

“It makes sense”, Barnes said after a while. “They did try to strip me of my identity. There was no reason for my name to be written down. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N. My buddy here has told me all about you.”

There was a glint in his eyes you couldn’t read into. “I hope all good things”, you replied. “Where is the rest?”

“Bruce is at med bay”, Natasha answered. “Taking care of his burnt arm. We still don’t know if it’ll heal.”

“Thor and the Asgardians went back to Norway”, Danvers added. “And the Guardians of the Galaxy took their spaceship and went... somewhere. I might leave soon too, after I visit some friends.”

“Strange went back to work”, Stark said. “Guy never rests. And Morgan is with a nanny Pepper hired at last minute. Did Happy already go to get her?”

“He left fifteen minutes ago, sir”, the disembodied voice you knew as FRIDAY answered.

“Great. We have a lot to celebrate after lunch.”

“And a job”, Steve replied. “Someone has to get the Infinity Stones back to their timelines.”

“True”, Scott agreed. “Who’s going to do it, by the way?”

.

That job fell into yours and Steve’s hands in the end. Or rather, it fell into Steve’s hands and you offered yourself to go along, not only because you wanted to travel across time and space once more, you wanted as much time as possible with him.

Working with the Avengers had been wonderful. Not only you successfully brought everyone back, you got to meet a lot of heroes from Earth and from space. There was a minor setback (okay, maybe the threat to your life wasn’t ‘minor’) but everything worked out in the end.

But you supposed it was time for goodbyes. You weren’t really suited for a hero’s life; you just wanted to go back to normal, with your family and friends by your side. However, you couldn’t say you wouldn’t miss the friends you had made.

Especially Steve. Your feelings for him only grew in the past weeks, and you were half sure you were in love. You were certain you weren’t meant to be, though. Steve was a man out of his time, and many of your talks showed that he still missed the past deeply. He carried a compass with Peggy Carter’s picture inside! If that wasn’t proof that he longed for the life he lost when he crashed the plane, you didn’t know what it was.

By nighttime, you two were suited up, carrying three Stones in each hand. The Mind Stone was back to the Scepter, the Time Stone was held inside a pendant, and the Power Stone was inside an orb, but no one managed to rebuild the Tesseract that held the Space Stone. Soul and Reality didn’t need anything else with them.

“Okay, let’s review one last time”, Stark said as he turned the time heist on. “Mind and Space Stones go back to New York in 2012. Time goes back to 2017 Strange, also in New York. Power is sent back to Morag, 2014. Soul and Reality to 2018. We all agree it’s too dangerous to send them back to Titan, right? So we take Soul back to Vormir and Reality to Knowhere.”

You and Steve nodded. Once again, you carried extra suits, timers and Pym Particles. Better to be safe than sorry.

“Okay, then. On 3... 2... 1...”

Stark Tower, 2012

The main hall was nearly empty. “Where is everybody?”, you asked Steve.

“Anywhere but here”, he replied. “Everyone got busy after the battle. HYDRA’s trying to retrieve the Scepter and the Tesseract, SHIELD agents are doing the same while evaluating Loki, and we are wrapping everything up.”

You nodded. The Scepter was in your hands. “Are we sure we should hand both of these back? From what you guys told me, these Stones will only bring more problems in the future.”

He turned to you with a thoughtful expression. “What do you suggest?”

You took the Mind Stone out of the Scepter. “Let’s switch Stones and throw Mind in the elevator shaft. It barely glows, so it will take quite a while for them to find it.”

You turned to him to get the Space Stone. He had a mischievous smile on his face. “I like the way you think, Y/N”, he said, handing you the Stone. You placed it on the Scepter. Then, as the elevator doors opened, you threw the other down. You and Steve were quietly laughing as you got in and waited to arrive at the floor the Avengers would be at.

When the doors opened, things were way more chaotic than you expected. Grinning, you simply threw the Scepter on the floor. “Let’s just suit up and go”, you suggested. He nodded, and you both left.

New York, 2017

This looks like a mansion”, Steve commented while standing in front of the Sanctum.

“The Sanctum in Y/Ci is much more modest”, you replied. “It was disguised as a tarot reading shop. Anyway, let’s get in. Strange must be waiting for us.” You knocked. Steve was the one holding the pendant with the Time Stone, ready to show it when needed.

It was Wong who opened the door. It was odd to see him and not be able to greet him like you would had you saw him in 2021. This Wong had never met you. “Oh, you came with the Eye of Agamotto”, he said. “Come in.”

Strange showed up soon after, coming from a random room. “Captain Rogers, Miss Y/L/N”, he greeted. “Thank you for returning the Stone to me.”

Steve handed him the pendant. “Before we go”, you said, “may I use the bathroom?”

“Of course”, Strange replied politely. “Captain, I have something for you in the meantime.”

After coming back from the bathroom, you tried to ask Steve what did Strange give you, but he simply waved it off. “I’ll tell you when we’re done.” You bid your farewells to Strange and Wong, and activated your suits.

Vormir, 2018

You could smell death all around the planet. “What kind of planet is this?”, you whispered quietly to yourself.

“Let’s just deliver the Soul Stone and get out of here”, Steve said, probably just as tense as you were.

“I was thinking”, you replied. “We could let the Reality Stone here too. Buried under the sand, like we plan to do with the Power Stone.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“It’ll make it harder for Thanos—or anyone else—to find it. People come here to find the Soul Stone. Nobody will think of looking for another.”

He nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but a voice stopped him. “Y/N, daughter of [your father’s first name]. Steve, son of Sarah.”

You both turned to see a floating red creature wearing a black robe. “Red Skull?!”, Steve exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought the Tesseract had absorbed you.”

‘The Tesseract had what?’, you thought incredulously.

The red-faced man answered, “The Space Stone cast me out, banished me here, guiding others to a treasure I cannot possess. But it seems that you came to return it, instead.”

“Yes”, you replied, ignoring the fact that Steve apparently knew this guy. “We have no more use for it.”

“Alright, then”, ‘Red Skull’ said. “Follow me.”

And so they did. He led them to a cliff. “Normally, this is where you sacrifice one which you love to acquire the Stone. However, in your case, it is where you will return it.”

“I knew it!”, you mumbled. A sacrifice was needed to get the Soul Stone, and this was how Thanos had killed Gamora.

Without hesitating, you threw both Stones down the cliff. “What have you done?”, Red Skull asked, his voice tone unreadable. “The Reality Stone cannot be acquired through the sacrifice.”

“That’s the point, Sunburn”, you replied with a grin.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again, Schimdt”, Steve said with a tone that pointed it hadn’t been nice at all, “but we have more work t—“

He was interrupted by an orange glow. Something floated up to them and fell on the cliff’s edge. When the glow faded, you immediately recognized Gamora.

“A soul for a soul”, you heard Red Skull say as Gamora stood up. “It seems that the deal goes both ways.”

“Where am I?”, Gamora asked. “Who are you?”

“You’re on Vormir, and we are allies”, Steve replied. “We’ve met your friends. Guardians of the Galaxy, right?” She nodded. “We can take you to Earth. Rocket and Groot  are there.”

She frowned. “What about the others?”

“On Titan”, he said. “They were fighting Thanos last we saw them, and it’s too dangerous for us two to be near him. They are supposed to go to Earth afterwards, though.”

It took a couple minutes, but Gamora eventually agreed.

Morag, 2014

You dropped Gamora on 2018 Earth and quickly proceeded to your last destination. Past Peter Quill was no longer there, but none of you were really bothered. You two knelt and buried the orb near the temple it originally was. “At least this is a timeline with no Thanos”, Steve commented quietly. “Let’s go”, he said as you finished burying the Stone.

“Wait, Steve”, you said as you stood up. “You don’t have to come with me.”

He frowned. “What?”

You sighed. This was hard, but you knew it was the right thing to do. “You have extra Pym Particles. We both do. Steve… I know you never really moved on from the past. You still long for the life that was taken from you when you fell on the Artic. You don’t feel like you belong in our present, do you? This is your chance to rewrite your story, Steve. Go to 1945 and dance with Peggy. Find Bucky while he still hasn’t turned to the Winter Soldier. Get rid of Zola and HYDRA before they take over. Make everything right. You’ve fought for so long, you deserve to rest.”

His eyes widened, but he said nothing. You took that as an agreement on his part. “Go be happy, Steve. You deserve it more than anyone I know.” You suited up and proceeded to turn your timer on. Before you could go back to your time, you had an idea. It was entirely impulsive, but it was your only chance. “May I do something? You can push me out at any time.”

He nodded slowly, seemingly still processing what you had told him previously. Gently, you placed your hands on both sides of his face, stood on your toes, closed your eyes and kissed him on the lips. It was brief, nothing more than a peck—you didn’t want to stay enough to find out if he’d kiss you back or not—but it was everything you ever wanted. You backed out fast, and activated your timer. “Thank you for everything”, you said.

Your last thought as you entered the Time Heist was that you never got to know what Strange had given him.

Avengers Headquarters, 2021

You opened your eyes to see Steve looking at you with a small smile. You frowned. “What?”

He let out a quiet laugh. “I think we need to talk a bit, huh?” You nodded, still shocked to see him there, looking exactly like he did when you saw him. “Let’s go to my room.”

You waved to Stark and followed Steve to his room. There, he sat on the bed and gestured for you to sit beside him. “I thought you were going to follow my suggestion”, you said quietly.

He smiled. “I kind of did. I did go to 1945, but not to Peggy’s home. I went to the Arctic, shortly after the plane crashed, and rescued my past self.

“After he came to his senses, I told him I was from the far future. I gave him a notebook Strange gave me when we were in 2017. He said the notebook had showed up at the Sanctum with my name in it. When I opened, waiting for you to come back from the bathroom, there were notes regarding Peggy, HYDRA, Bucky, the Starks, the Avengers and many other things. When you suggested I should go back, I understood what I truly had to do.

“I told past me to go fix my timeline, and live the life I hadn’t been able to. When he seemed to understand, I helped him find a way to go back to US.”

You bit your lip. His story was clear, but there was still something you didn’t understand. “But why didn’t you do it yourself? Why did you gave it to the other Steve?”

He reached your face and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “For someone so smart, you can be really oblivious sometimes.”

You blinked, heart rate increasing. It couldn’t be, could it? “What do you mean?”

He grinned wide, hand rested on the crook of your neck. “She wasn’t my Peggy, he wasn’t my Bucky. That timeline didn’t belong to me. You were right in a way. That Steve I saved will surely be happy now… but I wouldn’t.”

He turned in your direction. “Once upon a time, Peggy was the love of my life. But I’ve moved on from her. Yes, I missed her. Yes, I wish Bucky and I had gone back from the war and had peaceful lives. But I made a life for myself here, a good one. I have friends, a nice home… and I found someone new. Someone to love.”

You gulped. He kept on, “I was afraid she wouldn’t like me back. After all, I was the idiot who fell in love after only a month of knowing her. But then… she kissed me, can you believe it? Right after telling me to go chase another woman. She wanted me to let her go after kissing me, but I couldn’t. Not when I had a chance to be with her.”

You were sure you had stopped breathing. Steve had just said he fallen in love with you. You. It couldn’t be real.

“Me?”, you whispered, afraid to speak any louder and wake yourself up from that dream—because that had to be one. “You… love me?”

“Don’t look so surprised, Y/N”, he said softly. “A beautiful woman shows up at my home one day, offers me a chance to get my friends and half of the universe back to life after spending three years devoting herself to find said chance—years that could have been spent on chasing her own dreams—, gives emotional support not only to me but to other members of the team, treats me as a person instead of a hero, nearly sacrifices herself so Thanos wouldn’t go after us, is worthy of wielding Mjölnir and shows to put everyone above herself. Not to mention she’s funny as hell, has good taste in film and music and gives the best hugs of the century. How could I not fall in love?”

Your breath returned, but quicker than it should be. He was looking at you as if you were his whole world, and there was nothing else to look at.

You still couldn’t understand how and why someone as wonderful as Steve fell for an ordinary woman like you, but you’d be damned if you let him go. “You know, I’m really relieved to hear that, because I fell in love with the most amazing man I’ve ever met. I think you might know him. Steve Rogers. He’s pretty handsome for a centenary man, and his smile makes me want to melt on spot. Not to mention he’s always been kind to me and laughs at my bad jokes. Oh, and he’s a hero, did you hear? Captain America, paragon of virtue and a moral compass for an entire nation. You’d think the guy would have an ego twice his size, but he’s actually really humble, and lives up to his reputation. He makes me want to be a better person, every day, and look, he’s Catholic like me, meaning my dream of getting married at church is still within reach...”

Yes, you were rambling in an attempt to hide your nervousness. He didn’t seem bothered by it, though. When you stopped talking to take a breath, he asked, “May I kiss you? You didn’t gave me the opportunity to kiss you back in Morag, and I really, really want to show you how mad you were to think I’d leave you for Peggy.”

Unable to answer that with words, you nodded. His lips reached yours, and everything else faded away.

Epilogue

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Happy holidays, everyone! Now there is only an epilogue missing. It’s going to be cute, I promise!

Taglist: @autobotgirl15-blog​ @starstrucknature @cheeseburgersstuff​ @aamzter2013 

[moonythemoody]

The Arcade Token

“I want mine on my left ring finger.” He said this quickly, but calmly. Eddie raised a quizzical eyebrow “Your ring finger?” Richie nervously pushed his glasses up and blinked at Eddie. “Yeah, I'm married to the game.”

AKA 18 year old Richie and Eddie get matching tattoos.

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"Are you sure you want to do this with me?" The voice of his best friend brought Eddie out of his own intrusive thoughts. "Yeah, I'm sure, it's just.." He trailed off, eyeing the tattoo artist and his equipment. Everything about this place felt dirty. Richie had assured him that he'd never had an issue with the guy, and that everything had healed nicely before. "I just really don't want to get a skin disease from this. Not for a tattoo of an arcade token at least. If I ever got a skin disease from a tattoo, I'd want it to be something different."

Eddie had never actually thought about getting a tattoo. The idea was brought up by Richie to the rest of the Losers. He wanted everyone to get matching tattoos before they left Derry. This was suggested back in March when Richie had turned 18. Now it was September, and everyone but Eddie had backed out. Every time someone backed out, Richie had made a point to joke about how everyone but him was a pussy, but Eddie could tell it was making him sad. They didn't want to leave each other behind, but they definitely needed to get out of this godforsaken town. Enough was enough, after that clown bullshit, Eddie would've been happy to move right then.

“I bet you'd get a tattoo of a heart that says mommy, wouldn't you? I would too, I love your mom.” Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled at the sleeve of his sweater nervously. The jokes about his mom were so old, but he knew Richie was just trying to calm him down. “Seriously, stop talking. I'm going to go first so I can just get this over with.” Eddie plopped down in the chair in front of the tattoo artist who began to lay his work out in front of him. Eddie had decided to get his on the inside of his right wrist. The little token was drawn out on some transfer paper and then was applied to his skin. The artist brought out the tattoo gun and looked at Eddie for confirmation. Eddie nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. Turning towards Richie who sat on a stool to his left he breathed in sharply as the needles met with his sensitive skin.

Richie leaned towards his friend and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You doing okay there Eds?” He asked quietly. Eddie peeked through his eyes to look at Richie, whos glasses had fallen down towards the tip of his nose when he leaned forward. Almost instinctively, he lifted his left and to push the glasses back to their regular spot on the bridge of the boys nose. “I'm okay, it just hurts.” He hissed when the gun pressed too hard on his wrist. His hand, still hanging in the air between he and Richie squeezed into a tight fist. Richie reached up and grabbed Eddie's arm and brought his hand into his own. “It's alright! It's halfway done!” He smiled and looked over at Eddie's exposed right wrist. The tattoo artist sat up, looking between his reference object and the work he had done so far. “You're doing much better than your friend did. Although, he did get his first tattoo right on his chest.” Eddie looked from the artist to Richie and then back again. “He has a tattoo on his chest?” His head snapped back to Richie, “Did you actually get a heart with my moms name in it on you?” Richie laughed and shook his head. “You wish. Shut up and pay attention to yourself, he's almost done.”

As the stinging sensation formed a final circle around the details of the tattoo, Eddie squeezed Richies sweaty palm in his once more before letting go. He looked down and smiled at the small reminder of his childhood and his best friends. “Woah! It's awesome!” He watched as his wrist was wiped down and wrapped in plastic wrap. He knew that wasn't going to stay on for very long, no matter what Richie or this guy said.

Richie took the seat next. “I want mine on my left ring finger.” He said this quickly, but calmly. Eddie raised a quizzical eyebrow “Your ring finger?” Richie nervously pushed his glasses up and blinked at Eddie. “Yeah, I'm married to the game.” Eddie reached over to smack his shoulder, but instantly regretted it, seeing as how he used the same arm that had just been stabbed a million times with tiny needles. Richie sat through the same process, but barely flinched. Eddie felt embarrassed to offer his hand to someone so collected, but he offered anyways. Richie nodded and grabbed is hand, he was shaky and holding onto him tightly. Eddie smiled and admired his tattoo.

He wouldn't admit this to anyone, but Eddie was really happy that the other boys had backed out. Eddie had been his friend longest, so it was special to have something between the two of them. Never mind the subtle flirting they had been doing for years.. Or at least, that's what Eddie had thought it was, he'd always thought Richie was cute. His never ending collection of Hawaiian shirts, his block glasses and the hair that got shaggier every year just spoke to Eddie. And although he was a trashmouth, and made awful jokes about his mother, Eddie had kind of hoped he and Richie would go away from Derry together.. But that was crazy.. If he ever spoke a word of this to anyone, they'd shut him out, so he would try his hardest to let go of everything to save his friendship.

Richie breezed through his tattoo like it was nothing. After paying, the two of them walked out of the shop, and down the street. It wasn't until they'd gotten to the light that Eddie realized he had left his fanny pack with his inhaler by the chair. Richie offered to go get it, but Eddie was determined to talk to the tattoo artist one more time.

Richie had changed the subject of his first tattoo far too quickly, Eddie was dying to know what ridiculous thing he'd gotten, and figured that the artist would remember. He pushed the door open when he got to the shop and the guy from earlier looked up, and nodded to the table where the bag was waiting. Eddie went to grab it and stopped at the artist, trying to get his inhaler out. “What was my friends first tattoo?” He put the bag on the counter and the guy scratched his head. “It's gonna take a second to come back to me, but it was something weird.” Eddie pulled his blue inhaler out of the bag and took a puff of it. The guy across the counter looked at the inhaler and pointed. “Oh! It was something like that! But he had me put a ribbon around it that said loser or something.” Eddie froze with the inhaler at his lips. “Oh, neat. Okay thanks!” Eddie grabbed the bag and ran out of there, taking another puff as he ran out of the shop. His cheeks were burning red when he got back to Richie.

“Dude slow down! You look like you're about to pass out!” Richie grabbed him by his shoulders and looked at him, searching for an answer to the panic Eddie seemed to carry. “Are you okay?” His grip seemed to tighten a little as he waited for an answer from the boy in front of him. Eddie had to think of something, and he had to think of it fast. “Uh, I saw them cleaning up blood and it was really close to my bag, so I just want to get home and clean this.” Richie sighed and released his shoulders. “Don't scare me like that! I thought you were about to die.”

Eddie trailed behind Richie and grinned softly. Richie had a tattoo dedicated to Eddie, and Eddie was going to find the perfect moment to hold that over him..

That perfect moment wouldn't come for another 22 years.

“Yeah, I just added Ryu to the squad” Richie was sitting at the table with the other Losers. It had been way too long, but he was happy to be back with them.. Even if they were back to kill that fucking clown. “I just started getting tattoos of my favorite video game characters and I just kept going. I guess that arcade tattoo really started something for me.” Richie looked over at Eddie, remembering the matching token he had on his wrist. “How's yours Eddie? Add anything to your arm?” Eddie looked down at his covered wrist. “No.” He muttered “I actually got it removed.”

Richie's face fell. “Oh.. Really?” He tried not to take it too personally. Richie didn't even remember that his tattoo had a twin until an hour ago, it certainly didn't change the fact that he was disappointed. “That's okay man, I shouldn't have asked anyone to join me in the first place. I was already used to it.” He laughed a little and put his hand over his heart where his first tattoo was placed. “I picked a stupid spot for my first.” Eddie's head snapped up, it was coming back to him. The other Losers looked around the table at each other, Bev was the first to ask. “What is your first tattoo, Richie? I wasn't here, so I've never been told.” Richie could feel his face heat up. All eyes were on him. “Come to think of it, you never showed me either, Rich.” Mike chimed in. Bill and Ben nodded in agreement.

“Oh c'mon guys, you're really going to pressure me into flashing you all in the middle of a restaurant?” They all nodded. Eddie leaned in closer to Richie. “What, are you going to be a pussy about it, or should I just tell them what we both know?” Richie's eyes flash over to Eddie, he's confused, he's never told anyone in this group what his first tattoo was. It had been such a well kept secret! But he was also terrified, the tone in Eddie's voice sent a chill down his spine. What the hell does he know? His mind was racing, How would he have found out? Richie tried to remember what had happened that day, but Eddie spoke again. “He never got a tattoo on his chest. He just said he did to try and get all of us to join him.” The panic hadn't entirely dissipated, but he was pleased to know he wouldn't have to show everyone what he had gotten. “You got me!” He laughed, holding his hands up in the air in surrender.

What the fuck?

Richie spent most of the night trying to remember their visit to the tattoo shop, but he couldn't for the life of him remember. Everyone left the restaurant and headed back to the boarding house. Richie sat at his desk in his room, trying to go over material for his tour in the coming weeks, but his mind kept wandering. He couldn't stop remembering how it felt to hold Eddie's hand that day. He couldn't stop remembering how he got the token on his ring finger, hoping to make a statement. “Oh for the love of god, I'm so stupid!” Richie spoke out loud. He leaned forward with his head in his hands until he heard a knock at the door. “Richie? It's Eddie, can I come in?”

Richie looked at the door and froze. He opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. He stood up, adjusted the papers on his desk and walked over to the door. He took a deep breath before reaching for the cold door knob and pulling the door open. “Hey Eds, whats up?” He smiled and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Eddie smiled “I wanted to talk to you about something.” Richie nodded and gestured for him to come into his room. “What can I do for ya, Spagheds?” Eddie closed the door behind him, he was fidgety, which wasn't unusual, but he seemed extra nervous. “I know what your first tattoo is, and I need you to show it to me before I say my next thing.”

Richie was shocked, Eddie knew? “No way you know, you're trying to trick me.” Eddie raised an eyebrow “It's my blue fuckin inhaler. Show me damn it.” Richie felt the color drain from his face. He knew? How did he know? Richie fumbled with the neck line of his shirt and pulled it down to the left so Eddie could see the tattoo. It was the blue inhaler alright, with the word Loser with the bright red v over the s under it. Richie looked down at his feet and frowned. “I guess you know that now, huh?” Richie looked up at Eddie for some sort of sign.

What he got was certainly not what he expected. Eddie lunged forward and kissed him, full force on the mouth. His lips were desperate to communicate to Richie what his heart had felt for years. Eddie grabbed his best friend by the shoulder and went to pull down his shirt collar too. “Right after you left, I went and got this.” Eddie had gotten a tattoo of Richie's old glasses, his tattoo also sported the Loser/Lover word. Richie looked from the tattoo to Eddie and back again. “You did this... For me?” He spoke just above a whisper. “Of course I did, doofus. I've loved you since I was thirteen.” Richie beamed “Even when I did the British guy thing?” He could feel his eyes prickling with tears “Especially when you did the British guy thing.” Eddie grabbed his face and kissed him again. “I should probably mention that I never actually got the token taken off. Myra wanted me to, but I just covered it up with my watch whenever we were married.” The pair smiled at each other and leaned back in for another kiss. Eddie knew what he wanted his next tattoo to be, if only Richie hadn't gotten his arcade token on his left ring finger, maybe they could match.

[luv4fandoms]

Best Fucking Birthday. Mick Mars x reader

There isn't enough stories about Mick in the fandom, so I decided to contribute lol. This story took me longer than I expected, it's been awhile since I've written smut lol.

Anywho I hope you all enjoy this fluffly and extremely detailed smut about Mick 😘

(May write some for the other boys as well, not sure yet but I know that this movie made me fallin love with Motley Crue all over again XD)

@heavymetalprincessa (because they wanted to be tagged ^_^)

Iwan!Mick x Reader

Warnings: EXTREMELY DETAILED SMUT! and cussing but I mean...It's Mick, this should be expected. (Also the fact that I finished this story with only a couple hours of sleep lol)

Word count: 5,647 (buckle up, it's a long one)

Smoothing down the red thigh length dress you checked your face in your mirror once more before heading to your car. Today was your boyfriend Mick's birthday, and Tommy insisted on holding a party at his house in honor of the man...Even if he still wouldn't tell them how old he was.

You and Mick had met one night at a bar you were attending with your already drunk friends, they had taken you to see the show and although it was amazing and you couldn't wait to see them play again, you were also tired and wanted to go home...but your friends had other plans. So that's how you ended up at the same bar as the one and only Motley Crue that night. You watched your friends flirt with and go to different back areas with the guys, while you just shook your head and ordered yourself a coke, after all, you were their driver.

“Shot of whiskey and a beer” a voice spoke beside you, and when you looked you came face to face with the guitar player...what did Cindy say his name was? Um Mick something...Oh! Mick Mars. Quickly turning back around to hide the growing blush you nursed your soda for a moment.

“Coke? Well aren't you the life of the party”  he spoke again, and you couldn't help the huff of a laugh.

“Sadly that's the downfall of being the sober driver” you replied, surprising yourself by not stuttering.

“That sucks” he added, slightly looking around.

“If you're looking for your friends, they met mine and went to...do something I don't even want to think about” you replied before taking another drink. He just shook his head and turned back to the bar.

“Nothing new”

“Yup, nothing new for them either” you nodded.

The rest of the night was spent with you two sitting there, exchanging stories about your idiot friends, or just talking about random things. You wouldn't think it upon first meeting the brooding man...But he was actually a lot of fun to talk to.

Pulling into Tommy's driveway you started to feel nervous, there were quite a few people here and you weren't really used to this yet. Though you two had been dating for almost a year now, Mick only told his bandmates recently, how you two had kept it a secret for that long you'd never know, but Mick didn't want you so involved in the band's crazy lifestyle, he had told you multiple times that he didn't want that kind of life for you. But this was his birthday, and you had a very special surprise for him, so after you picked up the small box from the passenger seat you made your way to the door.

At first you weren't sure if anyone would hear the doorbell over the loud music and talking, but after a few moments the door was opened to reveal a smiling Tommy.

“Hey (y/---holy shit!” His jaw dropping a bit at your outfit.

“Are you trying to give the old man a heart attack? Or just a boner?” He laughed while letting you in.

“Hopefully just the boner” you smirked.

“Oh so now it comes out, good girl is actually naughty” Tommy smiled while throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you to the party.

“Only for him” you laughed while poking his side.

“Fair enough”

Truth be told you were actually really nervous, in the time you and Mick had been together, nothing ever went past making out. Mick was the first really serious relationship you had been in, and you weren't the type for one night stands...so that meant.

“I-I'm a virgin” you confessed to your boyfriend, things were ending up how they usually did nowadays, you sitting in his lap while he leaned back on the couch, hands resting on your hips while your mouths rarely left each other’s.

“Ok” he spoke between kisses, before he stopped and pulled away.

“You wanna stop?”

“N-not kissing” you replied hurriedly which caused him to smirk.

“I just...I just don't know if I'm ready to go...further” you confessed, looking down at your lap, you felt bad, you didn't want to rush stuff...but would he be ok with waiting? He was a rockstar after all...he was probably used to girls throwing themselves at him. Hell guys you had just gone on dates with before thought that a girl should give it up on the first date.

“That's fine” his voice broke through your thoughts and made you look up at him again.

“I'm not gonna drop you just cause you don't wanna have sex right now, I'm fine with waiting” he nodded, his voice was level, but you couldn't help but lean in and kiss that small smile on his lips.

“Thank you”

But here you were, almost a year later, completely head over heels, and tonight you finally felt ready to take the next step. He had been nothing but patient with you, and it was time his patience was rewarded.

Tommy rounded the corner and you were able to spot the group all sitting on a large couch. Girls were already gathered around and sitting close to them...A blonde sat far too close to your boyfriend than you liked, and your jaw clenched as you watched her start running her hand up his thigh. You were ready to say something but you noticed him grab her hand and place it back in her lap, all the while still talking to Nikki.

“Hey guys, look who I found at the door” Tommy announced, causing everyone to look over. Vince was the first to speak of course.

“Damn (y/n), why don't you come sit next to me for a bit” he winked, causing you to laugh.

“Didn't know you had anything like that, how come you never wear it to the shows?” Nikki asked with a smirk, clearly scanning you. You will admit that when it came to clothes you never wore anything shorter than knee length, and even then you had very thick tights on...So your sheer stocking clad legs and a dress that only went a little ways past your thighs was something new.

“She probably didn't want to distract her old man” Tommy laughed while sitting back down.

“I don't have to wear something like this to distract him” you smirked before leaning down and capturing Mick's lips. You could hear the blonde beside him grumbling which only caused you to smirk.

“Happy Birthday baby” you whispered against his lips as you pulled away. You sat on the other side of him and put your hand on his thigh, just as the blonde had done, but with you he simply put his arm across the back of the couch, his own gesture for you to get closer to him. You snuggled into his side while his fingers danced across your bare shoulders. You easily started up a conversation with Tommy and Vince while Mick talked to Nikki. It didn't take long for the conversation to turn to gifts, Tommy being excited to give his, and Mick only sighed while Tommy sat the box in his lap.

Mick's hand never left your shoulder even as he opened the box, in fact, instead he brought it up to run in through your hair, causing you to smile and lean into him more.

“Why do you always do that?” You giggled, both of you were laying in bed, you with your head on his chest, and him reading a book, his fingers running through your hair.

“Do what?” he asked while glancing over at you.

“Play with my hair” you smiled

“Is there a problem with me playing with my girl's hair?” He asked, eyebrow raising but eyes never leaving the book. Your heart always skipped when he called you his girl, he was a famous rockstar and yet...he chose you.

“No problem, just wondering” you told him, your eyes never leaving his face as you watched his expression change with whatever he was reading about. After a moment he took a deep breath and spoke, but it was so low that if you hadn't been laying so close you would have missed it.

“It's relaxing”

The boys all had gifted Mick a gag gift of sorts, though you will say that Tommy's actual gift of a small album of random pictures they had taken on tour made up for it. They all told you the stories behind each of the pictures, even if some Mick wish they wouldn't have, and you couldn't help but smile at the warm atmosphere surrounding the group. Their lives were crazy, sure...But they were family.

“So where is your gift?” The blonde who now sat a bit closer to Vince asked, looking at you pointedly.

“I think her outfit is the gift” Nikki laughed, you only shook your head while reaching into your purse and grabbing the small box.

'He's not far off’ you thought with a smirk before handing Mick the small box. He gave you a small smile before opening it to reveal a guitar pick with an alien on it.

“The back even says Mars” you smiled.

“I knew you needed a new cool one” you stated while playing with the one that hung around your neck.

“What is this?”

“Nothing fancy” he replied while you opened the small box, inside sat his guitar pick “Mars” written across it, it was the pick he had used for so long, and now it was attached to a small chain.

“But you've had this one for so long” you said while looking at him with wide eyes, he simply shrugged and took it out of the box, walking behind you so he could put it around your neck.

“I want you to have it, just something since we are about to go on tour” he told you, his breath fanning across your neck while he clasped the chain.

“I love it” you smiled, leaning in meet his lips.

“I love it” he said while turning to you and pulling you into a kiss.

“Do you see this guys, we don't get kisses when he give him stuff”Tommy joked, causing Nikki and Vince to start laughing.

“fuck off” Mick replied once he had pulled away from you. The laughter died down but a voice spoke in it's absences.

“That's all you got him? A guitar pick?” The blonde asked rolling her eyes at you.

“He liked it, what's it to you?” Nikki asked, clearly annoyed by the girl.

“Actually I got him another present” You told her flatly.

“Oh yeah? Where is it?” She asked, and the smirk that formed on your face was nothing if not smug.

“I'm wearing it”

Mick looked at you, his eyes scanning your red dress while the guys started laughing.

“See I told you the dress was the gift” Nikki spoke.

“It's not the dress” you stated.

“Oh? Are you saying what we think you're saying?” Vince asked. Your eyes locked with Mick's, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips before you smirked.

“It's under the dress”

Wolf whistles and laughter erupted from the boys once more, but you just watched Mick's pupils dilate while he scanned your body once more before coming to rest on your own eyes. A silent question from his gaze and you knew without a doubt of your answer, a simple smile and nod was your reply before you heard him inhale sharply.

“I think Mick suddenly wants to leave the party” Vince stated when he noticed how you two had been staring at each other.

“I have some spare rooms” Tommy smirked

“Thanks, but the last thing I want is you fucking kids outside the door” Mick stated while standing up, he reached out to help you off the couch as well before you picked up the boy's gifts off of the table.

“let them leave guys, the old man needs a fun night” Nikki smirked, raising his beer towards you before taking a swig. You all said your goodbyes and made your way to your cars, just as you were about to head to your car Mick grabbed your hand.

“I'll have one of them bring your car tomorrow, you'll ride with me” he stated, while pulling you to his car, you couldn't help but smirk, in all the time you had been dating Mick never acted like this. He opened your door for you before making his way to his side, you quickly got in and shut the door just as he cranked the car and started for your shared house.

“You seem like you're in a hurry” you giggled, placing your hand on his thigh, his leg tensed under your touch for a moment before relaxing.

“Before we get to the house” he started, eyes never leaving the road.

“Are you completely sure”

Smiling at his consideration you moved yourself closer to him until your lips were right next to his ear.

“I need you Mick” you whispered, your hand moving further up until you began to feel a familiar hardness. Something that had you blushing all the other times you had felt it while making out, now had you smiling knowing you were affecting him...the sharp intake of air and quiet curse was simply a bonus. Your hand gently stroked him while your lips made their way from his ear to his neck, sucking a dark purple mark while adding a bit more pressure. By now Mick had a death grip on the steering wheel, and his legs had spread to not only help himself, but to give you better access. He had been patient with you when you told him you wanted to wait, he was fine with it, he was fine waiting this long, even when you two moved in together and you slept in his arms every night, he could control himself...But he'd be damned before he stopped you if you were finally willing.

“Can I try something baby?” You asked sweetly against his neck while your fingers began to unbutton his pants. He simply nodded, his adam's apple bobbing when he glanced at you, your once (e/c) eyes were now dark, only a small ring of the color left, you lips were red from your work on his neck and you were breathing just as heavily as he was.

“You gotta keep your eyes on the road” you told him while you unbuckled your seatbelt, you unzipped his pants and lowered them as much as you could before reaching in and gently pulling him out. He hissed at the contact and cold air, and you couldn't help but become a bit shy when you held him in your hand. He was big, and for a moment you were afraid for when you got home.

“You don't-” he started, but you quickly quieted him when you began moving your hand.

“You gotta keep your eyes on the road birthday boy’ you told him, his eyes darted back to the road and you noticed that it wouldn't be long before you were home.

‘No more shy girl’

Stroking him a few more times you leaned down and ran your tongue along the length before wrapping your lips around the tip.

“Oh fuck” he hands gripping the wheel but eyes darting down to you every now and then.

You flattened your tongue along the side as you took him further into your mouth, taking as much as you could, and surprising you both when you took almost all of him.

“Fuck! Where did you-” his question turned into a moan as you began bobbing your head, your hand stroking what you couldn't take.

“Shit babe...fuck” he groaned one hand still on the steering wheel while the other grabbed a handful of you hair. Encouraged by this you sped up your actions, your tongue flatting against the tip before taking him back in. You felt the car speed up before slowing down and turning. Knowing that meant that you were pulling into your driveway you decided to take it up a notch, remembering what you had seen you took as much of him as you could and swallowed just as the car came to a sudden stop. Mick shut off the car before grabbing your hair again.

“Do that again” he breathed,moving you hair away from his face so he could watch you, the sight of you with your lips wrapped around him, wide eyes looking up at him had him moaning. But you swallowing around him had him throwing his head against the headrest and cussing. His hips pushing upwards when your lips started to leave him, only for you to push them back down and start bobbing your head at an even quicker pace.

“Fuck babe” he groaned, not wanting to admit yet that he was already getting close, almost a year without anything but his own hand had even the slightest touch from you bringing him to his edge.

“Shit you feel so fucking good” he groaned earning a whine from you. Looking down at you he realized that your hand had drifted between your legs and the thought alone of you getting off while sucking him had him coming to his end quicker.

“Fuck your fucking getting off on this” he breathed, his grip on your hair switching hands before his now free hand ran down you back and cupped you ass, earning a moan from you and had him moaning as well. His hand moved further feeling the softness of your panties as he rubbed his finger along your clothed core before pushing them to the side and running his finger along you wetness.

“Fucking soaked” he breathed, before moaning again as you swallowed around him.

“Babe let's go inside” he groaned, but you simply shook your head, him still in your mouth. You looked up at him and was met with as equally wrecked and confused Mick. You pulled away and with the most innocent smile said.

“Not until I make you cum” and with that you went back to work earning a loud “fuck” from your boyfriend. With renewed energy you quickened your pace with both your mouth and hand.

“Babe I'm..fuck..I'm not gonna last..shit..much longer” he groaned, hand reaching back down to grab your ass. You hummed your acknowledgement and noticed how his body tightened. Getting an idea you took him in as much as you could and hummed. His body reacted instantly, his hips raising, hands grip on your hair and ass tightening, and when he wasn't cussing his breath was shorter. Doing it a few more times seemed to be his undoing because the third time you did it you felt his hand press down on your head before a warm salty fluid filled your mouth, and his guttural moan filled the car.

Panting, he slowly let go of your hair and ass, allowing you to sit back up and fix yourself, making a show out of swallowing. Your lips were red and puffed from your actions, and your mascara was smudged a bit, but to Mick you had never looked so beautiful.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” He chuckled, a small smile on his lips.

“I found some of the pornos you thought you hid” you giggled.

“Shit” he breathed, running his hand over his face.

“Glad I didn't hide them well”

“You ready for your real present?” You asked while opening the door and stepping out.

“That wasn't it?” He asked, putting himself away while looking at you, you giggled while leaning down to look into the car.

“Like I said at Tommy's, I'm wearing your present” with a wink you closed the door and head for the house. Mick had forgotten that you had indeed said that, and quickly followed you into the house.

As soon as the door closed you heard it lock before you were spun around and pressed against it. Your lips met in a sudden kiss as his body pinned yours to the door, your hands buried in his hair while his slowly inched up your dress. Tongues fought for dominance before a whine left you, his hands grabbing your ass to pull you closer. One hand began to make a path up but stopped as soon as it came in contact with leather. Breaking the kiss and stepping back his eyes darted down to your now exposed panties and garter belt, black lace meeting black leather that peaked out against the red dress.

“You're going to fucking kill me” he groaned, earning a giggle from you. You grabbed the hem of the dress, slowly lifting it up and over your head, revealing the black leather and lace bra.

“Come on birthday boy” you smiled while taking his hand and walking towards the bedroom.

“It's time for you to unwrap your present”

“Fucking finally”

You opened the bedroom door and walked in, quickly being turned around while he backed you up towards the bed. With a gentle shove you fell back onto the soft mattress, giggling as you bounced, but your giggling died out when you realized that Mick was just staring at you.

“What's wrong?” You asked, about to get up but he quickly placed a hand on your stomach.

“Just been thinking about this for awhile” he spoke against your lips.

“I know...thank you...for being patient with me” you told him, meeting his gaze that was a mix of hunger and something else, something that even after such a long time he had never said but you always knew.

“I love you too” you smiled, leaning up to close the gap between your lips. You felt him smile against your lips before he broke away and started kissing down your neck quickly finding your sweet spot and marking you as you had done him. His hands ran over your clothed breasts, cupping them while he marked your chest.

“Mick” your breathy moan only spurred him on as he pulled the straps down your arms before cupping the bra and yanking it towards your waist, earning a surprised gasp that quickly melted into a moan when his lips wrapped around one of the hardened buds, his hand massaging your other breast before switching.

“Fuck” you moaned, head thrown back while your hand buried itself in his hair, tugging at the dark locks and earning a groan from him. His lips continued their path down, teeth grazing your stomach before stopping at your garter belt. He quickly undid the straps to your stockings, and hooked his fingers under the waistband of the lace, eyes never leaving yours as he pressed a kiss to your clothed heat before slowly pull your panties down your legs. The sight alone had you squirming, but the knowledge that you were now bare in front of him had a heat blooming across your face and in your stomach.

He reclipped your stocking to the belt and smirked up at you.

“those can stay on” he stated before kissing your thighs, slowly making his way to where you wanted him most. You couldn't stop the moan that left you when his tongue ran across your heat, the sensation completely new and addicting. Your hand tangled in his hair again as he kept his licks slow, using the tip to circle your clit every now and then.

“Fuck, Mick please” you panted.

“Please what babe?” He asked, finger rubbing along your heat before coming up and pressing tight circles against your clit, making you throw your head back and moan his name.

“Shit I don't, I don't know” you panted, truth was you really didn't know what you were asking him for you just wanted him to keep going.

“More, please don't stop” you whimpered.

“Wasn't planning on it” he told you while grabbing your hips and pulling them closer. His lips wrapped around your clit and gave a gentle suck, your eyes rolling back at the sensation, but the feeling of his finger slowly entering you had you crying out. His movement started slow to let you adjust to the strange feeling, but as soon as he felt you were ready he inserted a second one, his hand beginning to move faster while his tongue licked over your clit repeatedly before he gave it a harsher suck. The feeling in your stomach grew tighter the faster his fingers moved, but it was his tongue that made lights burst behind your eyes. You could feel your back arch off of the bed, fingers tightening in his hair earning a groan from him, his free hand grabbing your hip to steady you while he worked you through your orgasm.

His movements slowed once your body started to calm down, coming to a stop shortly after.

“holy shit” you breathed, loosening your grip on his hair and running your fingers through the dark locks as he crawled over you.

“If this is what this felt like, why the hell did I wait?” You laughed before capturing his lips, you could feel him chuckle against you lips, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, but the one point you focused on was the hardness that was being pressed against you. Your hips rose to meet his, a moan leaving him at the contact and the heat. Your hands ran down his sides, grabbing the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it, your fingers dancing across each new bit of exposed skin. He leaned back, pulling the shirt off and tossing it aside before capturing your lips again. Your hands danced around his chest and stomach, something you rarely got to do at the start of your relationship.

His fingers would dance across your back and stomach while the two of you made out, but as soon as you moved to run your fingers under his shirt he would stop you. You respected his wants though, just as he respected yours, and it wasn't until you accidentally walked in on him changing his shirt that you found out that your extremely hot boyfriend...was a little self conscious. You should have put two and two together sooner, after all, while the other guys wore hardly anything on stage, Mick kept himself covered. You had simply bit your lip when you saw him shirtless, trying not to swoon even harder while you approached him.

“And just when I thought you couldn't get anymore attractive” you had said with a smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You prove me wrong, you really are perfect, inside and out”

Your hands now moved to his pants, unbuttoning them just as you had in the car, the zipper soon following before you began pushing them down along with his underwear. His hand grabbed yours, breaking the kiss to look you in the eyes.

“Last chance babe...we can stop now if you want but if we keep going” his sentence trailed off against your lips.

“Mick, I'm sure, I want you baby, only you” you smiled, a smile gracing his lips while you two stared at one another before he stood up and took his boots, pants, and underwear off. You had also sat up to remove your bra fully while Mick reached into the bedside table and grabbed a condom. You raised an eyebrow as he rolled it on, eyes meeting yours afterwards.

“What? Can't blame a guy for hoping and preparing for this day” he shrugged before climbing back on the bed, he started to climb over you again but you held up your hand and giggled at his confused expression.

“You're the birthday boy” you started while pushing on his shoulders, he realized what you wanted and laid down against the headboard.

“So therefore I'm going to do the work” you told him while straddling his hips. Truth be told you had done your research and knew that this position would be best for him.

“Why are you so fucking perfect?” He asked, resting his hands on your hips and groaning when you started to grind against him.

“I'm not perfect” your giggle turning into a breathy moan when his tip skimmed along your clit.

“Could've fooled me” he breathed, pulling your hips harder against his. You leaned down to capture his lips, your hand reaching down to line him up, the tip resting against your entrance as you broke the kiss.

“Just perfect for you” you smiled while slowly lowering your hips, the tip slipping inside with little trouble and you thanked the heavens the man was good with his mouth.

“Holy fuck” he groaned, hands grabbing your hips to steady you as you slowly lowered yourself. It wasn't as bad as all of the horror stories you had heard, of course you had also heard that it only really hurt if the woman wasn't relaxed enough.

“Fuck, Mickey you feel so good” you groaned, using your pet name for him.

“You feel like fucking heaven” he moaned once you were fully seated atop him. You gave yourself time to adjust to the feeling, it was different, but not unpleasant. Finally ready, your hands came to rest on his chest as you slowly lifted yourself before gliding back down, the sensation earning moans from the both of you. He could tell you were still a bit nervous, a bit unsure of what to do by the slow pace you took him, so guiding your hips he quickened the pace a bit, the new sensation causing you to throw your head back and moan. Once you realized though that Mick was controlling the speed you leaned forward, hands coming to rest beside his head you body lowering as you captured his lips once more, you circled your hips, grinding against him before setting a faster pace.

“Fuck” his gaze locked with yours as you moaned.

“Mick, shit baby” you moaned back, voice breathy due to pleasure.

“Feel good babe?” He smirked

“Feels so fucking good” you groaned, burying your face in his neck for a moment, your mind flashed to the not so hidden porno that you watched and decided to see how he liked it if you mimicked what they did, so you leaned up again, bringing his hands up to grab your breasts before leaning back on your hands and speeding up.

“Holy shit” he breathed, watching as you threw your head back and cried out his name, his eyes darted down to where your bodies met, watching himself disappear inside of your soft heat. His jaw clenched at the sight, his breath picking up just as your moans did. Hands left your breasts, one came down to grip your hip, holding something to anchor himself while the pleasure grew in intensity. His other hand began rubbing tight circles on your clit, the pleasure caused you to clench around him.

“Mick! I-I'm” you panted, you words breaking off into a moan as his fingers worked you. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter with every pass, every slide of him inside you, every moan or curse from him.

“Me..fuck..too babe” he told you, every little sound you made brought him to his end faster, and the sight you made atop him was one he could watch forever.

“Mick...shit, baby I'm so close” you whimpered, eyes tearing up from the intensity as they locked with his.

“Cum for me babe, fucking cum, wanna feel you finish around me” he groaned, eyes never leaving yours while his grip on your hip tightened and his fingers on your clit sped up.

“Fuck! Mick I'm..shit I'm...fuck!” You threw your head back, eyes closing and mouth opening in a silent scream as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Mick wasn't far behind, the tightness of you around him paired with the sight of you finishing was enough to have him gripping your hip in place while his hips stuttered before stopping as he filled the condom. You both struggled for a moment to catch your breath before you slowly climbed off of him with wobbly legs and laid down. He leaned over to throw the condom in the wastebasket before laying back down with you.

“So how did you like your gift?” You tiredly asked, a smile on your lips, lips that he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss before he reached down and started helping you take the stockings and garterbelt off.

“Best fucking birthday” he stated, giving you a smiled while you both laid down under the covers.

“Yup that's what it was” you said with a yawn.

“A fucking birthday” your joke earning a chuckle before he kissed the top of your head that now rested on his chest.

“Dork”

“Your dork though” smiled against his skin.

“Yeah...I love you” he stated while running his fingers through your hair, you eyes met when he spoke the three words you had always wanted to hear from him.

“I love you too” you smiled, nuzzling into his neck before you drifted off to sleep.

The clock ticked on for what felt like an hour, but had only been about five minutes while Mick simply stared at the ceiling, fingers still running through your hair while his mind ran with thoughts. Looking over at the bedside table he thought of the small box inside, a little blue velvet box that held a question he had been wanting to ask for awhile now, and here, with you wrapped around him, he hoped your answer would be the one he needed.

(Well that was fun, let me know what you thought 😊)

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The Sound of Silence pt.4

Ever since I deleted my tumblr last year thanks to an email mix up (this is what happens when you run to many blogs lmao) I didn’t know if I was going to continue this but here we are, Part Four!! Thank you to my lovely beta reader who I accidentally woke up at 5am because I’m an asshole: @shutupimonit

Word count: 1,676

Warnings: Panic Attacks, Guilt, Removal of sutures, Blood mention, Virgil is not the nicest, he's not terrible but he's 100% done with the dark sides shit. Let me know if I've missed any!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16657657/chapters/47468692

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Both sides stared at each other from opposite sides of the living room Deceit sat on the couch, shoulders tense and barely breathing. He could feel Virgil watching him and for once he felt as anxious as the other side usually was. This was a mistake. He shouldn't have come here, he should have just hid in his room and never left. He should have had tighter locks on his door, been more aware, should have prevented this!

He felt Patton watching the two of them, the oldest side's hands wringing nervously. What could he say that would ease the tension in the room? Ha. Say. Not like he could do much of that anymore. Rather, what could he do to show Virgil he wasn't a threat? That he meant no harm?

Before the mute side could think of a solution, Virgil sighed.

“Pat, this guy is bad news."

Ouch. Well not like he's wrong about that.

Not that Virgil had to sound so sure in that statement. Not that he had to cast Deceit so readily into the darkness that he himself had strived to escape from. Not that Deceit didn't deserve it.

Deceit heard Patton gasp from his left,

"But Virgil! We can't just send him back down there! Look at what they did!"

Deceit winced, as if he's done any better. The dark sides were all terrible in their own right, himself included. Virgil included. He shook his head, but Virgil is better. He isn't like that anymore. Right?

He cautioned a glance towards the anxious side. His eyeliner was darker than it should have been. It had to be because of Deceit's presence. If only he hadn't made that stupid mistake!! Virgil had left because of them, because of him. Virgil escaped the dark sides into the light where he rightfully belonged. He became better, he wouldn't fall back into bad habits just because he felt threatened by Deceit would he? Deceit hoped not.

"Look Patton, What if the others sent him up here on purpose? We can't give them a chance to hurt Thomas." Virgil argued. Deceit flinched. That wouldn't be an incorrect assumption for the others. Oh no, what if they had let him escape? The muted side could feel his chest tighten at the thought. No no no. No no no! He couldn't handle that. Almost as much as he couldn't handle the thought of Virgil hating him, of Patton sending him back down there, of the others getting their hands on him again, not again, Please Don't!!

Virgil and Patton jumped at the sound of Deceit's muffled choking. The other side was clawing at this throat, eyes unseeing as he spiraled further into fear. It was a sound Virgil hadn't heard in months and he didn't relish in hearing it once more. He was next to Deceit's side in a moment to Patton's surprise. The fatherly side could hear him talking in a hushed tone.

"Listen to me Deceit. Listen," Virgil commanded, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not. Patton is here, he is not going to hurt you. You're in the light sides commons. Breathe."

Despite his serious tone, the anxious side gently pulled Deceit's hands away from his neck and into his own. He continued to talk the other through his panic.

"C'mon Dee, in for four, good. Now hold for seven, that's it. Out for eight."

The deceitful side copied the other clumsily, and repeated Virgil's advice a few times before the far away look in his eyes faded. He realized that the other was holding his arms and jerked away from him. Virgil pulled away and sighed,

"Look Patton, I don't like him," He shot a quick glare at Deceit, who grimaced. "And I don't trust that he isn't going to cause more trouble by being up here."

"But Virge-"

"But this is farther than the dark sides have gone in a while to hurt someone. We were all kind of terrible to each other down there but this," he gestured to the mangled stitching, "Wow. Something's going on down there. And You, Deceit, are going to tell us what it is."

Deceit didn't look like he was going to protest, but did look like he was going to be sick again. Patton decided that maybe there had been too much excitement for the day and it wasn't even noon.

"Alright Virgil. If you think that's necessary, but first we have to get those stitches out. We need Logan to look at them." He sighed.

The anxious side turned to actually fully examine the damage done to the deceitful side's face. Crouching down right in front of the other, he whistled in astonishment.

"They sure got you good this time Dee."

Deceit tried to turn away, but Virgil grasped his face before he could. His touch was light and gentle despite the look on his face. Deceit hadn't seen that look in his eyes for a while. Since he'd turned light. Don't tell him that Virgil was enjoying this! No, Virgil was totally enjoying this and Deceit couldn't blame him. Some things can't fade no matter how long you've been away from them. A sick enjoyment and relief of someone else being the target of the day Deceit doubted would ever fade. He could feel Virgil poking and prodding at the stitches and he winced. He wished the flesh would just turn numb already. He heard Virgil sigh.

"No need pops, I got this." He stood and stretched, hearing his knees pop from the movement. He reached for Deceit's hand and nodded towards the kitchen.

"Let's do this where there isn't carpet. Less messy that way."

Deceit cautiously nodded before letting himself be pulled up by Virgil. Patton followed closely behind as they settled into the kitchen. Deceit sat himself on the counter as per the anxious side's directions and closed his eyes in acceptance as he watched Virgil pull out a similar sewing kit from the same drawer the other had earlier. He refused to panic, Virgil wouldn't cause him more harm. The kitchens in the mindscape where the exact same, down to every detail of Thomas' own kitchen. This kit wasn't the one to hurt him, it wasn't! He will be fine! He trusted Virgil!

The sound of the zipper made him flinch violently and Pattom was quick to his side placing his hand over Deceit's own.

"It'll be okay kiddo. Virgil I didn't know you knew how to do something like this!"

Virgil and Deceit both wilted a little at the statement. Virgil didn't want Patton to know that he had spent countless hours patching himself up; patching Deceit up, but he had no choice. He couldn't stand by and do nothing, not when he could do something! He wasn't like that anymore! He and Deceit had been friends at one point in time. They had watched each other's backs. And then he left. With good reason, but he had left Deceit to deal with them alone. Deceit thought he hated him, and a part of him did. The part that wanted to keep the light sides to himself; to lock away the others so they could never hurt Thomas. But that had never been Deceit's goal had it?

He had to focus, he could sort out his own emotional trauma later. Right now he had to focus on fixing Deceit's.

Pulling the suture scissors out of the kit, Virgil shook his head to steady himself. He couldn't mess this up or else he could cause more damage.

"Here we go Dee, one at a time."

Slowly, ever so slowly to Deceit, the tension in his jaw snapped as Virgil cut the first cord. The anxious side had to grab hold of his chin so he didn't automatically yawn and pull each thread violently through their holes. He carefully snipped through each thread, watching as rivulets started pooling at the skin again.

The lack of tension caused the other an insurmountable amount of pain. He didn't think them being removed would somehow be more painful than them being put in!

Deceit sighed heavily through his nose as the last thread was cut and struggled to not immediately open his mouth. He waited patiently as Virgil set down the scissors and pulled a pair of tweezers from the kit. He worked meticulously to pull each binding out of the other's mouth, avoiding the tender spots. He diligently cleaned up the area while listening to Patton's stressed humming. He wiped away the blood and pus that had already started forming, wiped away the tears that had dripped from the other's eyes in the process, and carefully wiped antiseptic onto the puncture wounds. It was a thoughtless motion to Virgil, one he had done countless times, to himself, to Deceit and to the other dark sides when they came begging for him to help. It was habit, one he thought he'd grown out of, but it appears not. He was disappointed in himself, he thought he had grown out of the viciousness the dark sides had taught him, but seeing Deceit like that had proved him wrong. He had been happy when he first saw Deceit with his mouth sewn shut; had even laughed. Virgil couldn't believe himself, he thought he had changed! He shook his head, he'd apologize to Deceit and get his shit together. Bad habits die hard, but he was damn sure that this one was going down, one way or another. He cleaned and put away his materials, tossing the sewing kit into the drawer it came from before looking up at Deceit.

Deceit struggled to keep eye contact. Should he say something? Should he not say something? The rules were all messed up now! Virgil hated him! Why did he help him? He was so confused! Did Virgil not hate him? Before he could work himself up into another tizzy Virgil's next sentence made Deceit's skin crawl and his blood freeze.

"We need to talk Deceit. Alone."

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His Smile Will Keep You Safe - Chapter Ten

Word Count: 3 051

After the disastrous concert followed a total of four days without any shows or interviews, meaning there was loads of time for everyone to relax a little.

Dallon had taken the first flight in the morning, going home to see his family. While Lisa and you decided to accompany Bill and Lucas to the next destination, Baldwinsville, everybody else took off into different directions, visiting friends or family.

It was strange, being only four people on the bus, and you caught yourself thinking that you already missed Ryan, who took the free time to visit a distant relative, and a couple of friends in the area. But you pushed the thought aside as soon as you had climbed out of the bus in front of the new hotel.

Lisa and you were sharing a room again, as so many times before, and you decided to use the time to bond a little more. After all, you were the only two women on the crew, meaning you had to stick together, even though tour would soon be over.

The first days you spent wandering around the city, exploring whatever there was to see. You took long walks in little forests, and talked about anything that came to mind. Retrospectively you almost felt ashamed for having thought Lisa to be a little shallow sometimes, because the better you got to know her, the more she revealed of the complex personality she had. It fascinated you, listening to the stories she told you of her childhood, and you enjoyed discussing philosophical problems with her.

While she spent most of the time on your trips looking at things closely, you did the same through the lens of your camera. It was fun to try out photographing in nature again, which you had not done since college, and when Lisa randomly mentioned over dinner that she had worked as a model during high school, you had an amazing idea.

The next day was spent searching places all over town, in front of which you took pictures of the young girl. Of course these were not the usual “look everybody, I am a tourist”-photographs. Far more they were delicately chosen angles that allowed you to play with the natural light, the stream of the soft wind as well as fore- and background.

Lisa was wearing a flowing white dress with small pink flowers scattered all over the fabric, her long blonde hair effortlessly falling over her shoulders in gentle waves, and tiny freckles added an interesting factor. It had been years since you had taken portraits, but you found that you remembered surprisingly much from college. In the evening you got cheap fairy lights in a dollar store, and once the daylight had faded, you continued playing around with the camera back at the hotel.

One of your favourite shots of that day was Lisa, sitting on her bed, the windows in the background looking out over the city. She held the lights in the palm of her hand so that the small light sources themselves were invisible to the camera, but soft, orange light spread from her hands over her face, making her brown eyes glow warmly, and her delicate skin glimmer mysteriously.

After the extensive photo session, both of you decided to settle in a park close to the hotel the next day, where you edited the pictures together. Since without Lisa these pictures would not have been possible, you asked her for opinions concerning the colours and contrast for every picture, slowly but surely creating the perfect mixture between your two styles.

In the afternoon you walked over a small market of craftwork, where you bumped into Charlie, who was looking at some jewellery.

“Isn’t that Charlie over there,” Lisa asked excitedly, tucking your arm.

You turned to see who she was pointing at, but she had already started dragging you towards the man, who indeed turned out to be the bassist.

“Charlie, hey,” Lisa cheered, and Charlie grinned, giving both of you quick hugs.

“Hey guys, what are you doing out here,” he asked.

“Just looking around, and you,” you replied, your eyes scanning over the display of rings he was standing in front of.

“Oh! Are you buying a ring for your girlfriend,” Lisa asked excited, already eyeing the rings curiously as if she could find out what kind of girl he was dating by looking at the jewellery.

“No, I- I don’t have a girlfriend,” Charlie laughed.

Your eyes flickered over the display again, and suddenly you noticed the musician fidgeting around with his hands. Was he nervous? The rings he was standing in front of were not for women, but judging by the thickness and designs, made for men. Actually they reminded you more of Luis’s style than of Charlie’s. Was he embarrassed that you had caught him buying a ring for himself?

Whatever it was, he did not seem very comfortable in his own skin, so you decided to do him a favour and distract Lisa, who seemed not to have heard the last sentence since she was already gushing over a small ring with a rose crystal that she insisted would look very nice on his girlfriend, whoever she was.

In the end you caught Lisa’s attention by suggesting going for a coffee, and almost immediately she had forgotten Charlie’s inexistent girlfriend, and together the two of you went to search for the nearest café, leaving Charlie with a thankful smile, before he turned back to the display of rings.

~*~

While Lisa and you were still out Ryan and Dallon had arrived at the hotel almost at the same time. Lucas had accompanied them to their room, where they had discussed the details for the next two weeks. Lucas was just about to leave the room, when Ryan took the courage and decided he needed to ask for something which he had been thinking about for the past weeks, but especially these last four days.

“Hey, one more thing,” he stopped the tour manager from leaving, “I was wondering… what does the label think about (y/n)’s work?”

Both Lucas and Dallon turned to Ryan, surprised by his question. Lucas let go of the door handle he had already been holding, and gave Dallon a short look before answering.

“They’re very happy with her work, why do you ask?”

Ryan felt nervous, as he uttered the next words, but he knew that it was important, that he had to at least try, no matter what the others thought of him.

“I mean… I guess we all really get along with her, don’t we? And she takes the most incredible pictures, obviously, so I was thinking, maybe, if the label is okay, we could ask her to be- you know- our regular tour photographer, so she can always go on tour with us?”

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest but he did not care. Instead he looked over to Lucas carefully who had furrowed his eyebrows in a considering manner.

“I think it’s really funny that you suggest that,” he eventually spoke up, “It was supposed to be a surprise for you, and I wanted to ask her first, but the label already suggested the exact same thing.”

To say that Ryan’s chin dropped would have been a very accurate description of his reaction. He felt like a barrel of fireworks had erupted in his stomach, and he grinned widely.

“Did she say yes,” he asked immediately, having a hard time containing the excitement.

“I haven’t asked her yet, I’d like to wait with that until tour is over,” Lucas explained, “But if you like, why don’t you suggest it to her, after the last show?”

Ryan nodded happily, already starting to make up sentences with which he might be able to tell her the great news. Dallon had witnessed the exchange with a sly smile on his lips. Ryan really had fallen head over heels for the young photographer, and Dallon loved watching the two of you slowly but surely realising the romantic feelings you were harbouring for each other.

~*~

Buffalo was rather cool and rainy this time of year, but nobody in the crew seemed to care. It was about six pm, still two hours until the show would start, and you had settled down comfortably on one of the sofas in the changing room of the bands. Ryan was sitting closely next to you.

After having been apart for four days, it seemed your bond had only grown stronger, and almost nothing was able to separate you. He had flung his arm across the back rest, therefore almost wrapping it around your shoulders, and you were sitting turned towards him, gesticulating wildly as you told him about the time that the bus, which was supposed to get you and your class to a trip, had crashed only fifteen miles outside of Salt Lake City.

Ryan tried to listen to your story as good as possible but found himself distracted again and again by the way you smiled and talked with such enthusiasm. In the flickering light of the bare light bulb that dangled from the ceiling, your eyes glowed with passion, and he smiled, merely thinking about potentially getting to go on so many more tours with you.

Your passionate rant was interrupted by the door flying open. Lars came walking in the room, and shot the two of you a glance before he spoke.

“Lucas needs you, (y/n),” he declared.

The happy smile faded from your face, and your lips pulled into an apologetic one.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, and quickly got up, but not without gently running your fingers over Ryan’s shoulder before you left the room.

Ryan sight quietly. As soon as you were away from his side the world seemed boring and dull to him. Stretching his arms over his head, he leant back into the cushions of the sofa, and took a deep breath before letting his arms fall back to his side. Looking up, he found Lars was still standing in the room, staring at him.

“You know she’s only using you, right,” Lars asked, making Ryan furrow his brows.

“Who?”

“(y/n), obviously. She’s using you.”

A chuckle escaped Ryan’s lips, and he shook his head in amusement.

“Nah, I don’t think so mate. I’ve seen girls who tried to use me, she isn’t one of them.”

“Not to get famous or anything,” Lars disagreed, “She’s trying to make me jealous.”

Ryan’s smile slightly faltered, but he tried not to admit it.

“Come on, think about it, man,” Lars tried to explain, and walked a few steps closer, “We’ve been together before. It’s fate that we ended up on the same tour. And she still is into me, I can tell. She’s only spending time with you to make me jealous, to pretend like she moved on from me.”

“And you’re getting her hopes up,” Ryan challenged.

He did not want to believe the other man’s words, but something inside of him started clinging to the idea that he should have known everything was too good to be true.

“Of course I’ll take her back, don’t worry,” Lars chuckled, as if this was what Ryan wanted to hear, “But it was her who dumped me back then, and now I want her to suffer a little before I relief her of her struggles.”

Ryan just stared at Lars. He could not possibly be telling the truth, could he?

“Just think about it man,” Lars insisted, walking towards the door, “She’s not really into you, it’s just a game for her. She’s not the cute innocent girl you want her to be. She’s just fooling you.”

And with these words he walked out of the room, leaving Ryan spiralling down into a circle of worries.

Of course it made sense that you wanted to get back with Lars. He was attractive, tall, clever, and you two shared a past, a past and memories Ryan had not with you. Lars had a self-confidence about him, which probably made him even more attractive, a kind of indifference, that made it hard to tell if he cared about someone or not. And you probably loved to challenge that.

And even if you were not intending to get back together with Lars, how had Ryan even so stupid to believe for one moment that you could have some genuine interest in him?

He was not exceptional in any way. He had blue hair, great, so he was thirsting for attention. He played drums, always hiding behind his set, he had ordinary brown eyes, was neither very intelligent, nor funny, nor attractive, and to make everything even worse, he was a nerd who played in a band which’s name was the quote of one of his favourite geeky movies. Not childish at all. Oh, and he was completely obsessed with not only multiple different movies and tv-series, including the Back to the Future movies, but also with bands, like Green Day, and the Beatles. Not to mention that this was one cluster-fuck of a strange mix, it made him feel like a twelve year old boy again.

He almost felt ashamed for the things he liked, but only almost. He liked these things for a reason, and they had all been a big part of the person he had become. But the person he had become was not somebody that someone as perfect and funny, and talented, as you could ever fall in love with.

And knowing that he had honestly though that you had, that was what he felt ashamed about, so ashamed in fact, that he had to forcefully wipe away the tears of anger and disappointment, when Dallon entered the room a couple of minutes later, searching for his backpack.

~*~

It was around noon of the next day when you eventually noticed that Ryan behaved strangely around you. After packing up after the show the previous day, everyone had gone to bed quickly, and after a quick breakfast at the hotel, you had climbed on the bus without exchanging many pleasantries with anyone.

But during the drive to South Burlington, you found that Ryan avoided looking at you, not to mention that he had not even spoken a single word with you so far. Sitting on one of the benches by the table in the tiny kitchen, you watched him sitting on the sofa. He was staring into the distance, not paying any attention towards the game of cards that the others had started around him.

Concerned you noticed how tired he looked. Deep dark circles were under his eyes, his skin looked exceptionally pale, and the fragile rim of skin around his eyes was pink, as if his eyes were watering all the time.

He seemed to have noticed your inquisitive look, because he looked up but as soon as his eyes meet yours, he turned away, looking out of the window. Perhaps he had just had a bad night, was tired, and did not feel up to any socializing, you thought to yourself, so you decided not disturb him, in order for him to be able to relax.

But his behaviour had not changed the next day either. The past times he had often sat next to you, watching you editing countless pictures, but not today. You felt hurt, but told yourself that you could expect of nobody to sit and watch you work for hours on end.

But even during lunch break and before the show he avoided you. Things even went as far that he left the changing room every time as soon as you entered.

And that was when you really started to worry.

By now it was not just an accident anymore, or a coincidence. Not even the different excuses you had made up in your mind did stand any of his behaviour, and by the end of the day you had to admit to yourself, that Ryan was in fact going to great lengths to avoid you.

This obviously posed the question of the why. Had it been something you had said, or done? Had he felt like after the night in the hotel, cuddled together, that you were not what he wanted in his life after all? Had that night made him feel uncomfortable? But the days after, even after the short break, he had seemed absolutely fine; he had even sought out your company actively!

So what had happened since Sunday that had turned his behaviour around by 180 degrees? What confused you even further was that he made no move to try to clear things up with you. During the past weeks he had always seemed like he was a person who rather solved a problem, even if it was uncomfortable, then to leave it eating away at him, at everybody. Had you given off the impression that you were not open to an honest, even if criticizing, conversation?

All of these questions piled up in your head, which caused you to come to the obvious conclusion that if he refused to talk to you, you had to talk to him.

Which turned out to be a lot more difficult than it sounded. For two days straight he managed to always either slip away as soon as you seemed to have him cornered, or he found somebody to distract you with, some convenient “Lucas needs me”-s, and quickly started conversations with anybody else. Which taught you one thing for certain: he avoided talking to you at all cost, and there was nothing you could do against it.

So, with heavy, broken heart you decided to lay low for a while. If you stopped chasing him, maybe he would stop running, and eventually try to explain what the hell was going on.

Of course you had not the faintest idea that Lars, who was watching both of you very closely, was secretly having a blast. If he did not get to have you, then so should neither anybody else. And who knew, maybe your heartbreak would eventually drive you back into his arms.

But that somebody could be this malicious would not have occurred to you in your wildest dreams.