#i’m being normal about this series. lying. big lie

[ectoplasmer]

I did not think reading about jade wanting a family would hurt me this bad but god. it hurts. it hurts sosososo much

[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 24 Thanksgiving is IN-CRED-I-BLE!!!! There is so much heart in it, and it made me melt from the sweetness!

So sorry, but very long message is coming.

"“You’re dumb.” He says, and you raise your head, nose red and wet cheeks staring at him. Your lower lip trembles, and he chuckles. “What I mean is that you’re dumb for thinking that you’re big, fat, and ugly. Maybe you are big, but you have two beautiful babies inside, so of course you’re gonna be a bit bigger. But you’re not fat. You’re actually really hot.”" - Bradley, you honestly should count yourself lucky for explaining what you meant quickly, cuz that first reaction... Not what you say to the pregnant mother of your twins... But his explanation is actually so sweet!

"He comes back with a green maternity maxi dress. It has long sleeves and some flower embroidery." - awww, Bradley being an actual sweetheart!!! My goodness!!! This just melting my heart. So, so, so sweet!!!

"“No. You’re too good at guessing when I’m lying.” Bradley can’t understand how you do it. Does he have a tic or something that gives away when he’s lying? Does he stutter? Does his voice raise? What is it?" - Bradley, darling, it's the simple fact that Ash is the love of your life. It's completely normal you can't lie to her. And I absoultely adore that you keep showing that, as you said, when people find that person, they absolutely cannot lie to them. It makes your series so special and wholesome and just filled with true love without being too on the nose and it is just so natural! I love it!!! 💗

"“I thought you deserved to have a taste of what a Thanksgiving with the family feels like.”" - my heart!!! I am tearing up now too!!! Even though I knew he did it!!! What is this witchcraft?! 😭🥲 Love it 💗

"“Surprise!” Red yells, almost running to open your side of the car and opening the door." - Red's enthusiasm is so lovely! It really shows they have a good history with each other 💗

"Jake chuckles, lowering his head to talk to your belly. “Maeve, please don’t kick Mama or she’ll kick me.”" - melting all over again. The love!!! The devotion!!! The domesticity!!! 💗

"“I know, Robby. You’re the best husband I could’ve ever asked for.” Doc smiles, her eyes filled with absolute devotion. Bob leans over the sofa, kissing his wife’s head." - and Doc and Bob!!! My heart!!! They are soooo cuteee!!! 💗

"“Because he wanted me to meet this ‘cute friend who needed a date.’”" - this is the best backstory for Bob getting together with his wife ever!!! Bradley knowing they'd be right for each other deepens the bond between him and Bob so beautifully!!! I love their friendship and the way you write them!!! 💗

"She’s an absolute sweetheart, and you can see in her a good friend. You can’t believe she’s the Admiral’s daughter. They’re so different." - love, love, love the details about Frosty!!! Already love her so much 💗

"Mickey gets startled by Amelia’s sudden appearance and falls to the floor. The kids run over to tickle him" - the domesticity!!!! So cute 💗

And the seating arangement is so sweet!!! Payback coming in with the kids and Jazz waiting with open arms is just so touching. And The interaction between Mickey and Jinx!!! So much said in so few words!!! Even just when he comes in and decides to sit with her before their conversation speaks volumes! You are so talented!!!!

"That's the type of relationship you've always wanted. Love. Respect. Protection. Everything you never had." - ...and all that Bradley would be more than happy to give... This fills my heart with so much joy, Ash finally seeing and having a family filled with, as you so incredibly beautifully put, love, respect, protection. So, so, so beautiful!!! 💗

"Bradley offers you his hand, in case you want some support. You take it, not because you need it, but because you want to. You want his hand around yours." - I adore the way you show their affection and love for each other, romantic or otherwise, just so sweet! 💗

"Goose shakes his head and gets out a ten-dollar bill." - hahahaha, love all the bets!!! It wouldn't be them if they didn't make any, hahahaha!!!

"“We’re having a boy and a girl!”" - yesss!!!! Knew it!!!

"“Carole Wren Bradshaw.”", "“Jacob Jay Bradshaw,” you announce, smiling when Jake realizes the meaning behind the name. “Like his uncle.”" - awww the meaningful names!!!! My heart!!! Loving this!!! And the moment between Bradley and Goose!!!! My heart!!!!!! I love how all the girls are so ready with the name suggestions too, hahaha! And as much as the name Jacob Jay Bradshaw is heartmelting, this: - "“Pajamas Bradshaw.”" - would have been hilarious!!! Hahahaha, love that it is Ice who figures it out first! Hahahaha!

"“Can we go eat now?” Ava questions, making all the adults chuckle and the kids whine about being hungry." - cuteness overload, honestly I didn't think they could be cuter and here we are, you prove me wrong in the best way, I love it, love them, love, love, love 💗

I'll have to just sum up the moment with Jinx and Fanboy and the engagement, because if I start quoting, I'll end up copying the whole of them...

The moment between Jesse and Mickey is both so tender and toughing and sad and devastating! Poor Mickey wanting to take the next step! Poor Jesse not daring to! Ahhh, the drama of it all is so good!!! 💗

And the double engagement?!?!?!?!!!! Love it!!!! Bradley actually can keep a secret! Shocker. Sorry, I'm being too harsh with him. It comes from a place of love. Back to the engagement. So absoultely beautifully written!!!! My heart, these cuties and their love melt me competely. It truly is enviable how devoted they are to each other. Again, you wrote it so well, it was so right, and natural and Red actually getting Jake an engagement ring is so sweet. I love them. 💗

"Bradley sits next to you, kissing your temple and offering you his hand for you to grab. “I know. Their love is something I’ve never seen before. It somehow reminds me of my parents.”" - this part is so beautiful!!! It shows so much!!! The affection between Ash and Bradley, their love and happiness for their friends, Bradley opening up to Ash, the beauty that the Goose-Carole couple was, is and always will be, and all this concentrated in three sentences!!! You are incredible my Love!!!! 💗

"He looks at you, his shiny eyes full of hope and determination. “Someday, I guess. Maybe it's right there in front of me, and I just can’t see it. Or maybe she can’t see it.”" - still melting. Bradley you absolute sweetheart!!! I am loving the way you write him and his relationship with Ash. The slow and tender approach and the waiting for the right moment and them gradually getting to know each other is beautiful!!! Absolutely amazing!!! 💗

This (like always) is amazing my beloved Darling!!!! Thank you so much for writing this unique beauty of a series!!! Love it and love you!!! 💗💗💗

Many hugs and lots of love to you Dear 💗💗💗💗💗

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"“No. You’re too good at guessing when I’m lying.” Bradley can’t understand how you do it. Does he have a tic or something that gives away when he’s lying? Does he stutter? Does his voice raise? What is it?" - Bradley, darling, it's the simple fact that Ash is the love of your life. It's completely normal you can't lie to her. And I absoultely adore that you keep showing that, as you said, when people find that person, they absolutely cannot lie to them. It makes your series so special and wholesome and just filled with true love without being too on the nose and it is just so natural! I love it!!! 💗

I want to believe that somewhere out there we all have a very special someone waiting for us. So this is a way of portraying it, I guess.

Thanks for all the comments love, I just love reading them, as always. 💚💚💚💚💚

[rommahh]

[oh no, am I the drama😈 I think I’m the drama. This is apart of my love on tour series, sorry not sorry. ]

“Five years?” You choke out walking into Harry’s office in his New York penthouse. Harry looks up from his laptop with shocked eyes. The realization settles in, his Marvel partnership got released. He closes his laptop slowly, rising from his chair cautiously.

“Five years?” You repeat voice rising.

“Can we just sit dow-“ He tries.

“No! How could you just do something like this and not talk to me about it?” Harry is taken aback not feeling like he has to reason with you.

“This is my career! I don’t have to hold back on anything.” He snaps. He leans forward on his hands that rest on the desk. You both glare at each other- tension forming.

“This is our relationship you prick! We are going to get married and now I’m reading that you’re going to be filming on and off in Australia?” Your phone with the news article is clutched tight in your hands.

“It’s no big deal, you’ll just come with me.”

You scoff, “I’ll come with you? I’m supposed to give up my life to watch you act in another country? Do you hear yourself?”

“Im not going to argue with you about this shit. I have a career to maintain. I wish you would be a little more supportive.” His eyes drop, sadness creeping up his throat.

“I am supportive!” Your defense came out quick, offended that he would say something so dumb. “So supportive that I dropped everything to come on tour with you!”

“Then why are you in here yelling at me? Why aren’t you happy for me?” He yells, face red with rage. That fury attacks you in full force making you flinch at his tone.

“Fine Harry. Tell me this then. When you accepted the offer did you think about our wedding or marriage? Did you think about our lives together? Our conversations of buying a new house and settling down? I know you’re a celebrity and you have dreams but what about me? What about my dreams? Why are you the only one in this relationship who can have the things they want?” Your tone is low, not matching is sweltering anger. “Why are we getting married if you can’t even discuss life altering things like this with me?”

Harry is left quiet, leaving you time to leave his office and slam the door behind you. You storm down the hall and Into your bedroom, your chest burning with the onslaught of emotions that were taking over your mental state.

You go to your side of the bed, your side of the bed where you’ve planted the roots of your being in this mans house. A picture frame of you two hugging sat on the nightstand next to your pill case and tpwk water bottle. In the drawers of the night stand were some of your magazines and a spare inhaler for Harry just in case he had an emergency. On the bed was a king size fluffy blanket that you often found your self burrowed under, when you are in New York, with Harry lying right beside you.

The bedroom smelled of you two. Harry’s oak smelling cologne and your warm vanilla body oils that Harry stole sometimes so he could smell like you.

This was a apart of your life with Harry. Your life with Harry. A life that he seemingly never wrote you into. Five years was a long amount of time for Harry to plan into the future. Did he fit a wedding into that five year plan? A baby? What about your home?

The bed calls to you to lie in it, and you do. Something settled into your stomach pulling you deep into your bed. It wasnt often that your depression got triggered by something, your anxiety was something that was easily triggered. Something about the way that Harry moved ten steps in front of you instead of walking alongside you made you feel low.

It was hours since your argument. Harry normally would go and comfort you immediately but today, he didnt feel like he was on the wrong side of the argument. He doesn't understand why you are being so pragmatic about this decision. Youre acting as If he won't take you along with him.

Deciding that he was done with the avoidance, he walks from the office into the bedroom. The room was illuminated by the slowly descending sun. He could see your body laying under the covers and you scrolling through your phone.

He stepped past the door to end of the bed where your feet lay. You curl your legs up making room for him to sit down.

“Are you ok?” He ask quietly.

“No.” Your tone was short. Harry’s head drops, annoyance running in his blood.

“Why are you being like this? I signed an amazing deal to improve my life, our life!” He snaps. You sit up in the bed looking at Harry as if he lost his mind.

“You signed an amazing deal? You signed a deal without any discussion with your future wife! We discussed marriage, finishing tour, children, not five years of filming.” Your voice is low, every word punctuated with fierceness.

“Why cant you just let me have this?”

“You have everything!” You explode. The anger reached its peak, burning, bubbling, and crackling to overflow from the volcano of emotions you are feeling. “You have everything. You have millions of fans, millions of dollars, you have me! What about me Harry.”

You start to cry. Anger simmering into sadness. Why wasn’t he hearing you?

“Im going to do this Y/N.” He finally says. “This is a big moment for my career. It could do so much for me.”

“And what about me? What about the life we were planning?” You sob. Harry feels bad now. His heart clenches at every tear drop that fall off of your face.

“We could move everything back?” Wrong answer.

“You want to move having a baby back? For your career?” You gasp. Harry shuts his eyes tight trying to form the right words. He leans forward to rest his elbows in his knees. “Do you hear yourself?”

It’s quiet again, the space only being filled with the sounds of your crying and Harry’s hammering heart.

He sits up looking at you. “I love you, I do, but I need this for me. I need you to want this for me.”

He’s desperate, grasping at straws.

“Fuck you Harry.” You spit untangling yourself from your blankets. You stand in a hurry rushing into the closet to find your travel suitcase. Harry stands quickly following you. You pack away your clothes haphazardly.

“What-what are you doin? Your leaving because of what? Please talk to me.” Harry felt nervous watching you cry over the suitcase. You stand standing parallel to him.

“I won’t come second. I’ve done it for year and I can’t do it anymore. Since One Direction I have come second. We haven’t gotten engaged because I waited for you to find a good place in your career, we haven’t even discussed a baby because I know you’re too distracted with every other thing! I’m sick of it.” You yell. Frustration seeped out through the tone of your voice.

“So what do you want to do then? We aren’t going anywhere and I can’t back out of this deal.” He inquires with a calm tone.

With shaky hands your hand hand goes to your left hand slowly pulling the ring off. Harry feels himself become sick.

“No please.” You only nod taking his hand and placing the ring in his palm.

“I love you but we are going in circles. Im not saying we should be done forever but maybe we need a little break.” You whisper. Hot tears roll down both of your faces.

“Why though? We’re ok? We’re ok.” Harry cries.

“Just a little break, I need to think and- and you have a show that you have to fly out to tonight. I’m going to stay at my moms back home and when we are ready- we will talk.”

This wasn’t something you expected to happen. You expected to be on the same page as Harry, after both the us and international tours were done- you and Harry would start your new life. There was going to be a wedding and a baby and a new house and now there seems to be nothing.

Part two

[pagesfromthevoid]

But we get fluff now, right? RIGHT

False God | m.m. | 25

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None? Language maybe.

Author’s Note: Flufffffff

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Peter announced at dinner, throwing his hands up. “You took him back? Just like that?”

May laughed, sipping her wine as Peter stared at his mentor with wide eyes. “Rose tinted glasses, Pete,” she hummed.

The Avenger —former Avenger rolled her eyes. “It’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“You stopped coming to school! We had to get a whole new sub!” Peter exclaimed, falling back in his chair with an exasperated huff. “He didn’t even come see you at the hospital.”

“I feel like this isn’t a conversation I should be having with a sixteen year old,” she insisted, lifting her wine glass to her lips.

Dinner had become a norm for the three of them when she and Matt broke up. Thursday’s after superhero training, they would sit down and eat takeout. It was a lot of lying to May at first; her telling the aunt that she was teaching Peter self-defense. It wasn’t a big lie —it was technically true. She was teaching him self-defense in a way.

However, once May had learned that Peter was Spider-Man, it became easier. They were able to talk freely about superhero activities. May was very much a “help everyone you can” kind of woman, and the former hero appreciated that about her. Peter was in good hands, truthfully. And May had been an excellent ear to cry to about Matt, given she didn’t know the man.

Now, May was just smiling at her knowingly, sipping her wine. “You should invite Matt to dinner sometime,” she offered.

“Matt doesn’t like to impose himself on people; I think it’s the Catholic in him.”

“He should still come by the shelter; it’s in his neck of the woods anyway,” May insisted, setting her glass down. “I’d love to meet him.”

“He’d like you,” she admitted, resting her chin in her hand. “You do so much for Hell’s Kitchen; it’s why he became a lawyer. To help the people of his city.”

Peter rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Does Mr. Stark know you’re dating him again?”

“Why are you so angry about us getting back together?” She teased, brow raised. “Got a crush?”

“What! No! I-I just don’t trust him!”

“Cool your jets,” she laughed, putting a hand over her mouth as she did. “I’m sure Stark knows; I told Natasha. She was just as angry as you.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t kick his butt,” Peter mumbled, leaning back again.

“I’m sure Ms. Romanoff wouldn’t hit a blind man,” May insisted, shaking her head as she picked up an egg roll and split it in half.

Natasha would absolutely hit a blind man; especially if she knew that blind man could fairly hit back. She leaned back in her chair, looking between May and Peter with a small smile on her face. It was nice, sitting there with them. They had become very important to her over the last month or so —a little found family that she didn’t mean to find. Both of them were kind, and they cared so much about her well-being.

“So speaking of superheroes and fighting,” she started, setting her chopsticks down. “I have some bad news.”

Peter’s brow furrowed as he leaned forward on the table. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t keep teaching you superhero 101,” she admitted, giving him a sad smile. “After everything that happened with…Daredevil, and the Hand —“

“I still can’t believe you fought ninjas —“

“I decided it was best to step back,” she continued, giving him a pointed look. “Try to be normal. Live my life, and go to school. You know —be a civilian.”

“What are you going to school for?” May asked, resting her chin on her knuckles, smiling at her with genuine interest.

“I haven’t decided yet; Matt’s going to help me pick, I think.”

“You should totally be a teacher,” Peter offered, looking at her excitedly.

“Absolutely not; I’ve been a sub. I couldn’t do it full time.”

Peter shrugged some, going back to his dinner. May just chuckled. “Well, whatever you decide —you’re still welcome for takeout Thursday’s.”

She smiled at May, nodding as she finished off her Chinese food. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

*****

Matt needed to learn to tune things out.

Tuning everything out was something he had stopped doing when he took up his night job. However, now that he’d put the suit away…he didn’t know how to turn it off. He couldn’t, really. There would always be the sounds of the city, the people on the streets. There was no way of simply turning it off. But he had to start learning to just…ignore it.

Which felt wrong.

But he had promised her he’d stop; and he couldn’t go back on his word. Not again; never again. His life without her had become empty, and Matt wasn’t willing to lose what they had again. And if that meant retiring the suit and mask, then so be it. She was retired now too; it wasn’t just him giving it up. They both were. And they both would face the withdrawal symptoms together.

Except it was incredibly difficult to ignore people who needed help. It just went against his nature, honestly. Saving people, helping Hell’s Kitchen —that’s what he was born to do, it felt like. It was an almost impossible task, ignoring the cries for help in the streets. Ignoring the police scanners and radios that echoed from cars. Deep down, he worried this was a mistake. That he couldn’t just give up being a hero.

But Matt Murdock was not a martyr anymore. He was just a man, in love with a woman. And he didn’t want to risk losing it ever again.

It’s partially why he kept accepting random cases from Foggy, who was trying to keep him focused on anything else. It was why he reopened the practice; why he kept pushing her towards school. Anything to keep him distracted and focused on normal life once again. It was like he had this itch, and he couldn’t scratch it. But he could do other things —relieving the annoyance of the itch by finding things that let him take his mind off of it.

Sometimes though, when she was out, he found himself on the rooftop. Listening. Taking notes. Yearning to put the mask back on. She knew; he was sure she did. There’s no way she didn’t have the same itch he did —after all, it was the only life she knew too. And she had been doing it far longer —it had to be just as hard for her.

But Matt didn’t want to ask her, because he knew if even scratched a little, it would be impossible to stop.

Night was the worst. Even with her sleeping soundly beside him, breathing evenly with her head against his chest —he couldn’t focus on her. He couldn’t sleep, either. Sleep was never something that came easy to him anyway (when she had left, sleep eluded him frequently), but ignoring the sounds outside made sleeping impossible.

Matt took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, as he ran his nails down her back gently. She stirred and he stopped, listening to make sure he didn’t wake her up. However, she simply pressed closer to him, her arm draping over his abdomen as she sighed. Matt smiled down at her, unable to help himself as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

This was worth it. It just had to be.

*****

“I signed up for online classes at the community college,” she announced as she walked into the office. Matt was sitting at his desk, talking to Foggy as she did. “Oops, I didn’t realize you had company.”

Foggy turned and smiled at her, giving a wave. “Hey, no harm, no foul. What’d you end up deciding to do?”

She walked in, setting the takeout bag on Matt’s desk before she sat down on it. “Just my Associates for now. I can’t quite decide what I want, and I need to get all my general education classes in anyway.”

“Hell yeah!” Foggy held his hand in the air, and she high-fived him with a laugh. “That’s awesome, honestly. Way to go.”

She nodded some as Matt started to take out their lunch. “I would have gotten you something if I had known you’d be around.”

“I won’t be here long; I was just dropping off some cases for Matt to look over,” Foggy explained, but the air in the room turned tense.

She glanced between the two men, frowning some. “You should come over for dinner this week. Catch up. All my other friends are in hiding, anyway.”

Foggy nodded, looking down for a moment. “I’ll let you know,” he offered as he finally looked back at her. “I gotta run. I’m supposed to meet Marci for lunch.”

Without so much as a wave, Foggy walked out of the office and she stood, staring at the door. Matt stopped opening his food, listening as her anxiety rose from their interaction; listening to Foggy’s footsteps hesitate outside the office before finally leaving. If it hurt Matt to hear his best friend walk out, he knew it hurt her to watch it happen too.

“He’ll come around,” he reassured quietly, returning to taking their lunch out and setting it up.

She sighed and sat in the chair across from him, tugging her fork out of the plastic. “You really hurt him, Matt. I don’t think this is going to be something he just gets over.”

“You did,” he reminded her, though he regretted it immediately.

She gave him a narrowed eyed look, and he knew he would have been a dead man if it could kill. “Regardless of what I did —Foggy isn’t me.”

“No,” he sighed, running a hand over his face. “You’re right, he’s not.”

“Have you at least apologized?”

“Dozens of times.”

“That’s good, at least.”

He hummed in response as she pulled out her salad. They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from her poking at her salad but not eating it. Matt stared blankly at his sandwich, his appetite suddenly lost as he considered the fact that Foggy might truly not forgive him.

It was only fair, he supposed, if Foggy didn’t. Matt didn’t deserve to be forgiven by his best friend. He knew he didn’t deserve to be forgiven by the love of his life either, but he wasn’t willing to admit that just yet.

Finally, Matt reached out and touched her free hand gently. “It’s okay. I…I know what I did; I know I hurt him, and Karen, and you. Forgiveness takes time, and I’m patient.”

“No you’re not,” she teased, grinning at him softly as she intertwined their fingers. “You’re actually the most impatient man I know.”

“That can’t be true; you know Tony Stark.”

“Okay, fine. The second most impatient man I know.”

He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “You’re right. I am impatient; but good things come to those who wait, right?”

She sighed, nodding some. “I guess.”

He could hear the hesitancy in her voice as she pulled her hand away. There wasn’t a lot Matt could do to reassure her; he couldn’t even reassure himself.

“Why don’t we finish lunch then call it a day?” He asked, leaning back.

“It’s not even one —“

“So?” He asked, smiling at her as he rested his arms on his chair’s rests. “This is my practice —I can leave whenever I want.”

“You have work,” she argued, pointing her fork at him.

“I have a very pretty woman in front of me whose sad. That takes precedence, I think.”

“I’m not sad —“

“Then I’m not impatient.”

They stared each other down for a moment before she rolled her eyes. “And what exactly are we going to do with the rest of the day?”

“Anything you want,” he insisted, leaning forward on the desk now.

“Anything?” She asked, brow raised as she took a bite of her salad. “Even if I said I wanted to…take the ferry to the Statue of Liberty?”

“The sight would be wasted on me but yes, absolutely.”

She hummed a little, chewing her food as she considered what they could really do. Matt smiled as she pushed her food away from her, standing. He followed her lead.

“I know what I wanna do,” she announced, gathering the remainder of her food and sealing it to put away in the fridge.

“What’s that?” He asked, placing his food back in the bag to save as well.

“Do you trust me?” She asked, holding her hand out to him.

He took her hand without question. “With my life.”

“Then you’ll know when we get there.”

God help Matt Murdock, because he would let her drag him headfirst into a storm if it meant it wouldn’t get better than this.

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Sober - Eddie Munson

Spoilers for ST4

Chapter 16- Matching

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The official start of Part II in the Sober series!! Please enjoy :)

3 Months Later, March 1986:

"Hello? Maggie? Earth to Maggie??"

A big ring clad hand waved Infront of her face as she blinked furiously, trying to hide the fact she had totally just zoned out.

"Hmm sorry I missed what you were saying." Marguerite said

"Yeah no shit, babe." Eddie laughed

"You've been zoned out for like five minutes Maggie." Dustin said

"It has not been five minutes." Marguerite huffed

"Uh yeah it has." Dustin replied

"God why are you so argumentative. I thought Freshmen we're supposed to be scared of Seniors." Marguerite smiled

"You're not exactly the scariest person y'know." Mike said

"Sure I am. I'm super intimidating." Marguerite argued

"Really now? You stand at what 5'5 maybe 5'6 and a half if you wear those cool boots you have. What makes you so scary?" Eddie asked

"Well for starters I have got along with Steve Harrington for two years ago." She smirked

"Y'know maybe she's right about the intimidating half... Harrington is quite the peice of work." Eddie laughed

"Shut up. Steve is great." Marguerite said "Another reason for me being the actual scariest person ever is I'm dating the Eddie Munson."

"Okay now that definitely makes her the toughest person here." Gareth said

"Ah someone agrees with me." Marguerite smiled

"What's so bad about me? I'm a pretty docile guy." Eddie said

Everyone at the table turned their head to the Hellfire leader.

"Yeah sure whatever you say Eds." Marguerite laughed patting the boy on the back

"I'm the calmest person in all of Hawkins, babe." Eddie laughed

"Eddie stop lying to yourself!" Marguerite said

"Me? Lying? I'd never lie!" Eddie smiled as he pulled her towards him

Marguerite just shook her head and shoved another french fry in her mouth.

°°°

"Have I ever told you how much I love your rings?" Marguerite asked

The couple was laying on the floor of Eddie's trailer. Marguerites head rested on Eddie's chest as the metalhead was staring up at the ceiling wishing it was more interesting.

"Yeah you have like a million times in the past few months." Eddie said

"Well I'm reminding you." Marguerite said

"Mmm I think you just want one to wear for yourself." Eddie said

"Yeah right...they wouldn't even fit me. Your fingers are giant." She replied

"Well I guess we'll have to solve that problem won't we?" Eddie said before suddenly springing up and disappearing into his room.

Marguerite remained on the floor and spread her limbs out like a starfish. She didn't have any energy after a long day of school and an even longer Hellfire meeting. Tomorrow night would be the grand finale of Eddie's campaign and the "Cult of Vecna" would finally come to close. The end of Vecna meant Marguerite would have her boyfriend back and she wouldn't have to listen to the endless planning of what would happen next in the world of Dungeons and Dragons. Marguerite loved that Eddie was passionate about this game and loved watching him talk about it but sometimes he drove her crazy.

"Alright I think this'll do the trick Lady Hargrove." Eddie said plopping himself back on the old carpet next to her.

Marguerite sat up to look at what he had with him. A thin chain was being held by him, a dark green guitar pick along with Eddie's big skull ring he normally wore on his left hand sat on the string.

"You sure you won't miss the ring?" Marguerite asked as he slipped it over her head

"Nah. Besides I think it's kinda hot that you'll always have something of mine on. Kinda like a dog staking his claim. Plus now we're matching." Eddie replied pulling at his shirt to show off his own necklace that consisted of just a guitar pick.

Marguerite's face scrunched up at his analogy and Eddie just laughed and reached a finger out to ease the wrinkle between her brows.

"I'm kidding, Maggie. I won't miss it because I'm totally content with knowing you'll always have it " Eddie said

"Hmm maybe I should give you something of mine. Keep the ladies away." Marguerite smiled

"And what would that be?" Eddie asked as Marguerite pressed her lips to his.

"Dunno. Gotta think about it." Marguerite said before leaning in for another kiss.

Annnnd we're back at it with Marguerite and Eddie. I wasn't initially gonna have their story line up with S4 but after I finished part 2 and had to watch Eddie ahem die. (F you duffers) I decided I did want to continue the story. So please enjoy Part II of Sober.

[rogersevans]

Distance Sucks

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey

Warnings: explicit, swearing, smut, riding, cockwarming

Summary: With four months of separation and distance becoming an issue, Chris decides to surprise Y/n whilst she’s away filming The Falcon and The Winter Solider. part of the evans’ series 

Four months.

That how long Y/n and Chris had been apart.

She was away filming The Falcon and The Winter Solider and Chris would be lying if he said he didn’t miss her, because fuck- he missed everything about her. How she would get up earlier just to make a fresh pot coffee so it was ready and waiting for him, how she would cuddle Dodger on the couch like he was a baby, how her giggle filled the entire house, he felt lost without her there.  

They had moved in together after almost a year of dating, she moved her things into his LA home, so the house had become accustomed to her presence, so did Chris.  

He felt like a needy child, he would text her as soon as he got up and ring her before she went to sleep every day, without fail. But those night time calls had been far and few recently as the amount of night shoots had increased.

He tried not to be too overbearing because he knew how much of a big deal this was for her, finally getting her own part in Marvel, no longer just the small, but still integral, parts she had been given. He remembered she would always doubt her part in the MCU, thinking she only got it because of who her father was.  

This was her chance to prove the doubts wrong.  

Even if the doubts were only hers.

It was another night of a missed bedtime phone call that had him hunched over at his laptop purchasing a plane ticket to Georgia.  

Planning on surprising her.

His flight was due in a couple of hours so he rushed to pack his things and rang his brother, Scott, to see if he would have Dodger for a couple of days, which he agreed. So, two hours later he was sat waiting to board his plane, swiping through Instagram, that’s when his phone started to vibrate in his hand.

The picture of Dodger and Y/n, he had taken when you were both asleep and cuddling on the couch, taking its place over his lock screen, which was also Y/n.

Cheesy and extremely needy

But he didn’t care

Without hesitation he swiped his finger across the screen, answering her call. “Gorgeous!” He cheered into the phone.

“You’re awake? Isn’t it 1am in LA?” Y/n greeted her boyfriend, confused that he picked up, he wasn’t normally up this late unless he was out drinking.  

And Chris internally smacked himself over the head.

What a fucking idiot! He thought.

“Couldn’t sleep. Missed you too much.” He answered quickly, letting his body relax against the uncomfortable airport chair.

Nice save. Giving himself a metaphorical pat on the back.  

“I miss you to. I was just going to leave you a voicemail, filling you in on my day. But I’m glad you’re awake, I’ve missed your voice.” Y/n admitted, these past four months had been really hard on her, being away from Chris.  

She loved spending time on set and being with the guys, they made the distance easier.  

But four months is a long time to be away from him.  

“We did FaceTime this morning baby-”

“Don’t care.” He just laughed at her neediness, it soothed him to know that she was just as needy as he was, didn’t feel as creepy.  

“How’s Dodger?” Y/n asked as she settled into her bed, bringing the overs up to her chin. The hotel bed had nothing on their bed back in LA, if she didn’t need to earn for a living she would happily live in that thing.  

“He’s good, missin’ you-”  

“Flight 5679 to Geogia is now boarding-”

“What’s that?” Y/n asked, her frowning her eyebrows.

“Nothing!” Scrunching his nose when he realised, he had replied too quickly. “I’ve got some show on in the background, I’ll you call back baby Dodger has just been sick!” Lying wasn’t his best trait.

“Oh no, is he alrig-”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I love you.” He hurried out before hanging up, letting his head fall back and scratching his beard.

You can’t lie for shit dude, his mind echoed at him.

“Flight 5679 to Georgia is now boarding, please make your way to the gate.” The voice through the speaker spoke again and Chris practically jumped out of his seat and ran to the gate.

“I swear to god! If this you Mackie I will kill you!” Y/n shouted. Her slumber had been disturbed by someone repeatedly knocking on her hotel room door.

Loudly

The clock currently read 9am and she had planned on sleeping in as she wasn’t needed until later on tonight.  

Swinging the door open she swore her breathing had stopped, the sight of Chris stood in the door way made her think she was dreaming.

So, she pinched herself

Yup

Blinked a couple of times

Then Chris’ laugh made her realise that this was actually happening. Before they both could register what was happening Y/n threw herself at her boyfriend.

Literally feet left the floor and she landed in his arms making Chris stumble a little and drop the bag he was holding, but he caught her with ease, her legs wrapping around him.  

Her hair was all over the place, sleep still evident in her eyes and imprints on her cheeks from the pillow, but to him she was gorgeous. Picking up the bag, he walked them both into her room, closing the door with his foot and dropping the bag again.  

“I missed you!” Dropping her onto the bed and falling on top of her, their lips finally finding one another. The feeling that they’d both craved for so long, it felt amazing, giving them both goosebumps, it felt like it was their first kiss all over again.  

“You’re a bad liar, you know.” Y/n panted out as Chris rolled off of her, lying next to her, his arm snaking around her and pulling her into his chest. “You should really work on that.”  

Their fingers now interlacing with one another as he drew shapes on her bare back.  

“But you still had no idea. So I’m taking that as a successful lie.” He beamed, Y/n now laughing.

“Still a bad liar.” Y/n quipped back, sitting up to look at him, the covers falling slightly revealing the curve of her breasts which didn’t go unnoticed by Chris. Taking the cover between his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it down, his eyes flickering between Y/n’s eyes and her now bare chest.  

Not another word was said between them as he grabbed her waist and guiding her to sit on him, to which she did without hesitation, she could feel his hard dick resting against her thigh. He took the silent moment to admire his girlfriend, running his hands all over her body, from her thighs, to her hips then breasts and finally cupping her face and bringing her down to meet him half way, slowly.  

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered before crashing his lips to hers, her hips bucking against him and he couldn’t help the animalistic growl that emitted from his throat. She gripped the pillow beside his head and held his forearm with the other as he grabbed his, now rock hard, cock and positioning it at her entrance.  

Watching her sink down on him was his favourite thing she did when Y/n was on top, his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closing, the pleasure becoming too much for him as she bottomed him out.  

“Y/n, baby... You gotta move.” His hands falling to her hips, but she didn’t move. “Baby...” He opening his eyes to see her smirking down at him.

“Admit it.” She didn’t have to explain for Chris to understand what she was talking about, his moan turned into a groan of frustration when his efforts to move her went unsuccessful, his grip on her hips tightening.  

She leaned forward, driving Chris insane with the feeling of her moving even just a little. Her lips leaving wet kisses up his neck to his ear where they stopped, “admit it, and I’ll move.” She whispered making Chris grunt in response.  

“Fine.” He huffed his cheeks now red, “I’m a bad liar-”

He wasn’t even able to finish before he felt her move, making his eyes roll into the back of his head. He watched as she bounced up and down on him-

Screw his last statement  

This is his favourite  

He’d missed this

Missed her

[itsdanii]

Kyahhh your rejecting you and regretting series is just so freaking good . Uhmmm idk if you are taking requests right now but can I please request for Ushijima and Kita?Thank you so much!

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 4

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Hey, bub. I'm so glad to hear that you've been enjoying my works. Here's your request for the part 4 and final (as of now) part of the rejecting and regretting you series. Have a good day and stay hydrated! ♥️

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: semi-rude behavior (resolved), no cursing in this one because these men drink their respect women juice daily

ft. ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke

title says it all

Kita Shinsuke

Kita is your childhood friend

The moment the two of you were introduced to each other by your grandmothers, you instantly clicked

Same as through with him, you loved spending your time being productive and following a certain routine so it's no question that as you both grew up, you started gaining romantic feelings towards him

You've been thinking of confessing but never really had the chance because he was always busy with volleyball practice

So when you finally managed to get some alone time, you didn't hesitate to voice out your feelings, not knowing that the answer you're hoping for isn't the answer you're going to get

"You're staring again."

You snapped out of your thoughts when Kita stopped infront of you, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied your face.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, uh, yes! I'm sorry. I was just thinking," you answered sheepishly while scratching the back of your head.

You mentally cursed yourself for spacing out on him. This is the only chance you're getting and you can't afford to waste it.

"About what?" Shinsuke asked as you both continued your walk on the way home since you only live apart each other. Plus, his grandma had always told him to never let you walk home alone especially at night.

"Huh?"

"You said you were thinking. About what?" Shinsuke gently tugged at the sleeve of your jacket, changing your positions so that he was closer to the road than you are.

You felt yourself blushing at the small gesture and looked at his hand that was still holding your jacket.

You swallowed the lump forming inside your throat and stopped walking, the act stopping Kita as well due to him holding you.

Kita looked at you worriedly and placed both hands on your shoulders, his head dipping slightly to get a closer look at your face. "Are you oka-"

"You," you answered without focusing your gaze to him. "I've been thinking about you."

When you felt him taking his hands off your shoulders, you immediately looked up. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

The look he had is something you can't decipher but if you were to analyze it based on what you can see, it's a look you never wanted to see again.

Silence reigned the two of you, eyes staring at each other as if you're both trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

"No," Kita said, breaking the silence. "But it's best if we don't discuss the issue any further."

At that, he faced forward and continued walking as if nothing happened but as you stared at his back, you realized that somehow, he knew what you were trying to imply.

And the sad part is that he chose to ignore it and act unbothered as if he didn't just indirectly broke your heart.

Once you reached your destination, you faced him with an anxious smile and Kita didn't fail to notice this, as well as your habit of shifting from foot to foot whenever you wanted to say something.

"I like you, Shin," you blurted out nervously, your heart beating erratically and your palms becoming sweaty. "I don't know when it started but suddenly, I just woke up and realized that what I'm feeling towards you is no longer within the range of friendship. It's something more and I just wanted to let you know."

"I am well aware of that but I'm sorry, y/n. I can't return your feelings."

You bit your lower lip to hold in your tears and as much as you wanted to shout at him to accept your confession, you can't just force someone to love you back because it doesn’t work that way.

"Geez, can't you even say it gently?" you said with a forced chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't hold any grudges."

You let out a sigh before looking up at him and Kita was surprised to see that there are no traces of anger. He expected you to lash out but it seemed like he was wrong.

"I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't overwork yourself, okay?" With that, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his cheek before turning around to cross the road.

Kita could only stare at you as he watched you enter your household, your figure vanishing from his sight as the door finally closed.

Kita is a practical man.

He knows how to separate what is right from what is wrong.

Because of this, people often see him as someone who's perfect, sometimes even being compared to a robot due to his nature. But Kita is far from perfect, and he knew that.

Because as he laid in his bed that night, he realized that he just made a big, wrong decision, and he had nobody but himself to blame.

-

Kita didn't know if he should be happy or not. Actually, he should be happy. After all, he just rejected you and still, here you are, walking beside him as you made your way to school.

He kept glancing at you, observing wether you were pretending or not but he knew that it isn't in your nature to be a pretentious person. You've always worn your emotions on your sleeve which made it too easy for people to read you.

"Ah, Shin. You don't have to walk me home later," you said with a sheepish smile. "My friend is actually going to walk me home so.."

"Alright. Be sure to send me a message when you're on the way home." Despite how 'normal' it sounded, Kita was actually feeling something unpleasant inside him. It was a feeling he was well aware of but had never experienced himself.

The day progressed fast. One moment, he was entering his first class and the next, he's already checking wether all the sports equipment were put back in their proper places.

As he walked out of the gym, Kita instinctively brought out his phone to check for any messages, yours to be specific.

"Ya alright, Kita-san?" came Atsumu.

Kita simply nodded and glanced at his phone again before keeping it, disappointment filling him as he realized that you're not planning to message him at all.

Without you to walk home with, Kita decided to join his team mates, yet despite the noise his team naturally carried, Kita's mind was still preoccupied.

He thought of how you must be doing or if you arrived home safely. He thought of how different the things would've turned out if he hadn't rejected you.

He thought of you.

"Isn't that y/n-san?"

Kita's attention immediately went back to Earth, his eyes following the direction Atsumu was pointing at and just like he said, you were indeed at the other side of the road, walking alone while hugging yourself as you shivered ever so slightly.

Without any words, Kita headed towards your direction and his team mates knew better than to interfere. After all, they knew their captain well. It wasn't that hard to notice how off he was today.

"I thought I told you to message me."

You gasped as Kita suddenly appeared beside you, draping his jacket over your shoulder which immediately surrounded you with his familiar scent.

"Sorry, I forgot," you said while tugging at the end of his jacket sleeves.

"Mhm, and you also said that your friend is going to walk you home yet I don't see anyone beside you." Kita said with a serious tone.

"About that..." You scratched the back of your head as you tried to think of any excuses but you knew that lying would be pointless.

"What if someone kidnapped you? Or worse, took advantage of you? You know I don't like you walking alone especially when the sun had already set yet you still did it. Why did you lie?"

You felt like a child being scolded by your mother but instead of taking it the wrong way, you knew that Kita was only looking out for you. It was just ironic that he broke your heart yet still showed his deep concern for your being.

"It's because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," you finally admitted. "I just confessed to you yesterday and I thought thay maybe I might make you uncomfortable if I kept sticking beside you. I didn't want to be an inconvenience."

"What are you talking about?" Kita stopped walking and turned towards you. "You were never an inconvenience and will never be one."

"Sorry, Shin."

"No. I should be the one to apologize. I made a very rash decision yesterday and ended up rejecting you. I thought that having romantic feelings towards someone would just be a waste of time but I came to realize that it isn't a waste of time if its with you," Kita said with a gentle look on his face.

You didn't speak for a few seconds and just let his words sink in, a feeling of hope igniting inside you when you realized what he was trying to say. "Do you mean that?" you asked hopefully.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Seeing you shake your head no, Kita leaned in to press his forehead against yours. "I like you, y/n."

You felt your heart beat picking up with those simple words and without waiting for anything else, you pressed your lips against his.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being the cousin of Tendou Satori had its perks

And one of those perks is the opportunity to see Ushijima everyday

You are only a year younger than them yet despite that, you get along with the team very well

After all, it had been a part of your daily routine to always visit the school's gym

What you didn't expect, however, was to fall for a certain captain

And you, being one of the most open and honest person, confessed the moment you realized your feelings towards him

And despite being turned down several times already, you still persisted, claiming that you'll do everything to make him fall for you

But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just isn't enough

"Where's 'Toshi?" you asked Satori when you entered the gym, flashing a small smile to the others before sitting down on an empty bench.

"Talking to the coach." Satori looked at the plastic you were holding and grinned as he noticed what was inside. "Really, y/n-chan? You know that won't work on Ushiwaka, right?"

You just shrugged and placed the item beside you. "It's worth a try, 'Tori. Who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to get a reaction out of him."

"Y/n."

You looked behind you upon hearing Wakatoshi. "Hi, Toshi. Did you miss me?" you said and flashed him a bubbly smile.

"You always come here everyday. I do not see any reason for me to miss you," he simply answered before taking a seat beside you, eyes glancing at the carrot stuffed toy before focusing on the court.

Satori, who witnessed the whole exchange, just laughed at you, his eyes squinting as he clutched his stomach in tears. "Well, there's your reaction," he said while still catching his breath.

"You don't have to be so mean, Toshi." You pouted and handed him the stuffed toy you brought.

"What's this for?" he asked in slight confusion while examining the carrot you gave him.

"That's a gift. Haven't you noticed? Its been 8 months since I started courting you." You grinned at him.

"Oh? Y/n's courting captain?" came Tsutomu who was wiping his sweat with a clean towel, eyes glancing at the carrot before he exclaimed, "I want one too!"

"Have it." Your eyes widened when Ushijima handed the carrot stuffed toy to Tsutomu. "I don't need it, and please stop giving me stuff from now on. They are irrelevant."

"I worked hard for that! You don't know how much token I spent just to get that from the claw machine!" You frowned at Wakatoshi and took the toy from Tsutomu who's now obviously confused with what's happening.

"Then I'll pay the amount you spent. Just stop giving me random stuff from now on. I don't need them and I don't have any feelings for you," Ushijima said with a passive voice.

You bowed your head and Satori immediately panicked, his arm reaching out to you but you only recoiled. "You're the worst, Toshi!" you yelled at Ushijima before dropping the toy on the floor and running out of the gym.

All three of them were in shock at your outburst, completely not expecting you to say such thing. You've always been bubbly around them so hearing those words from you was something they never expected coming.

"I think you made y/n mad, Captain," Tsutomu said while picking the carrot and dusting it off.

"But all I did was say the truth," Ushijima reasoned out, eyes focused on Tsutomu who was now hugging the toy that was supposed to be his.

Satori just sighed and turned around to go back practicing.

"Captain?" Tsutomu muttered with a confused look as Ushijima suddenly took the carrot from him.

"It's mine."

-

For the sixth time of the day, Ushijima glanced at the closed door of the gym.

It had been almost a week and he haven't caught a single glimpse of you. No visits, no 'coincidentally' bumping on each other despite having different floor levels, nor surprised bentos. Nothing. It basically felt as if you don't exist anymore.

He doesn't even know why he seemed bothered with it. Wasn't it him who pushed you away? He should feel relieved now that you were no longer bothering him, right?

Then why did it felt like he was missing you?

"Y/n's not coming," Tendou said beside Ushijima.

"I know. They haven't been visiting lately." Ushijima stared at Tendou seriously, making the red hair chuckle before raising his hands up in surrender.

"I don't have any idea where y/n-chan is. Even if I do, my lips are sealed," Tendou said before making a zipper motion.

Ushijima sighed and looked down at the ball resting between his feet. "I don't like it when they're avoiding me."

"Hm, I can't blame my cousin for doing that though. They've been pining over you for quite a while now and each time they confess, you end up rejecting them. I guess yesterday was their breaking point," Satori explained with a shrug, "Maybe you got used to the feeling of them coming back everytime you reject them that you don't know how to feel now that they stopped chasing you."

"I..like y/n."

Just as he said those words, the gym doors suddenly opened. You entered with your usual bubbly expression, a wrapped bento in hand as you made your way to them.

"I noticed that you weren't carrying your bento awhile ago so I brought it with me," you said as you handed the bento to Satori, not even bothering to spare a glance at Ushijima who was intensely looking at you.

"Y/n," Ushijima said making you turn to him.

"Yes Ushijima-san?"

Ushijima blinked at the mention of his surname. He knew that it was normal for people to call him Ushijima since it was his name but hearing you say it seemed bothering for some reason. He was used to you calling him either Toshi or Waka-kun.

"I like you, y/n," he said without hesitation.

Satori facepalmed at Ushijima's straightforwardness. Deciding to give you both some space, he stood up and walked away with his bento, leaving the two of you to talk.

You sat down and crossed your arms over chest, body facing Wakatoshi as you waited for him to explain and apologize properly.

"I'm sorry for how I acted a few days ago, I was merely being honest that time, but now I realized that I like you too... and I also did not mean to disregard your efforts just to get Mr. Carrot," Ushijima said while slightly scooting closer to you, his hand obviously trying to reach for yours.

"You named the stuff toy Mr. Carrot?" you asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't need it.."

"That was a mistake. Mr. Carrot is actually sleeping in my bed as of this moment." The side of Ushijima's lips curled up when you giggled, the sound making his heart race.

"I appreciate you trying to be nice to me, Toshi, but you really hurt me back then, you know? I even had to stay away for a couple of days," you said before looking down at your lap to play with your fingers.

Panic started bubbling up inside Ushijima at your sudden silence. Swallowing the lump inside his throat, he asked you carefully, "Do you still like me? I'm really sorry, y/n. I missed your presence inside the gym. It's not the same without you. It's been too... quiet. Please give me another chance."

You lifted your head upon hearing that, clearly not expecting Ushijima to say those words in almost a pleading manner.

Ushijima took your surprised reaction as a cue to continue. He carefully took your hand in his, his hand completely engulfing yours as he intertwined your fingers. "I won't be aggressive towards you anymore. I know you said you hate me and I'm not the best at this kind of things but for you, I'll try."

You pulled your hand away from him, only to quickly wrap your arms around him, the action obviously catching Ushijima off guard. "I never hated you, 'Toshi," you mumbled with your face buried to his chest.

"Does that mean you still like me?" He said as soon as he composed himself, an unusual soft expression forming on his face when he felt you nodding.

You felt yourself melting even more to his touch when he secured an arm around your waist. "I like you so much, 'Toshi," you said as you looked up him.

"I like you too, y/n." With that, Ushijima leaned down to press a lingering kiss on your forehead.

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a/n: lately, my mind has been filled with wakatoshi ushijima

[mionemymind]

Chapter 9: The Truth

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: The after effects of the attack on New York have changed everything for the Avengers, Wanda, and Y/n. 

A/n: I have managed to write this all within one day. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but please let me know your thoughts love :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Fighting, Hydra, Blood, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Curse Words

Word Count: 4.9k

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Covered in ash, dirt, and dried-up blood, Steve was a walking disaster as he paced through the hospital waiting room. Well, if you would call it a hospital that is. It’s been less than an hour since the Avengers have controlled the fires in New York but the troubling news of Y/n and Wanda brought them to a halt.

They quickly rushed to the “hospital”, which was just an empty leased building before being revamped into a hospital for this emergency. The walls were made up of light green curtains. You couldn’t even separate the blood-curling screams from down the hall to the one next to you.

“Stop pacing Rogers. You’re making my head hurt,” Tony said as he sat next to his suit. He had managed to borrow one of the hospital’s tablets to see if there were any updates that could remotely be done to the tower. So far, no luck had been made to reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y or power up the building in general. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he bit back.

Before Tony could say anything, Natasha lightly elbowed him in the stomach to keep him hushed. Now was not the time to start fighting especially at a time like this. “Are you any closer to powering up the tower?” She asked. If Natasha was nervous, she sure as hell didn’t show it. While the assassin did have a similar beat-up look like Steve, her composure was almost too relaxed. However, if Steve cared to notice, he could quickly see how big of a lie that was but his mind was only focused on the two youngest Avengers.

On the other side of the building lied Wanda and Y/n. The only thing separating those two was the thin green curtain and the team of tired nurses and doctors that surrounded them. And while the two have been closer before, this was the first time in a while that they both slept peacefully by each other. It didn’t matter the circumstances of how they slept, but rather what they dreamt...and it was of each other.

“What do you think we would have been like if we lived normal lives?” It was a late afternoon on a sunny day in spring. Wanda and Y/n laid down in the grass under a tree that shadowed them from the sun. Today was one of their off days and seeing as the weather was nice, the two felt like it was a perfect time to go to the park.

“Well, we would obviously attend school.” Wanda was lying down on her back with a dandelion in her hand as Y/n laid on her side, using her left hand to support her head. “I can honestly see you as being the popular person or maybe even the President of some type of political club.”

“What makes you say that?” The soft breeze that covered them came once again, which blew the pappis away. The small frown on Wanda’s faced made it hard for Y/n to focus but she still responded, “You just have this powerful aura to you, Wanda. When you talk, people listen. But what you do better is how easy it is for us to believe you. That’s something not a lot of leaders can do.”

“You make it sound like I’ll be the next President of the United States,” Wanda replied jokingly. “I wish.” Wanda pushed Y/n back slightly as she laughed but all Y/n did was smile at the action. “But what about me? What do you think I would be like?”

Putting her finger to her chin, Wanda thought for a moment before saying, “Honestly, without your powers, you are probably a film nerd at heart. Maybe just a nerd in general.”

“Hey! Now you’re just being mean.” Wanda rolled her eyes as she threw away the dandelion stem. She turned her head to face Y/n. There was this adoration in her eyes that quickly made Y/n blush. “Who cares. All I know is if anyone decides to mess with you, they’ll obviously have to go through me.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me the President of the political science club is going to come to my rescue?”

“Duh! I’ll probably yell at them or something. If not, I’m not afraid to get nasty.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“How’d you let them get away?” Fury said as he walked into the hospital that Y/n was at. The man was not in his finest hour. First, the mass destruction of New York city was blasting on the news. Reporters and anchors are not looking in favor for the heroes regardless of the actions they’ve taken to try and minimize the damage. Many were angry at the mere fact that this happened at all.

“Someone on their team had quickly teleported them to safety,” Carol stated. The girl has been feeling nothing but guilt for the past hour. Although she did save Wanda and Y/n, the state she had found them in only did worse for her thoughts. “Even if I did try to catch up to them, the lack of response from Wanda and Y/n meant something. I probably couldn’t have faced them alone if I tried.”

Before Fury could have walked any further into the building, Carol grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her. “Her ears were bleeding Nick...I think they did something to her head again.”

Wanda woke up with a slight headache, the dream vaguely on her mind. As she started to grasp her surroundings, she only grew more confused. “Where am I?” She thought. The loud beeping beside her combined with screams and loud thoughts overwhelmed Wanda. Feeling the need to get out, she quickly started to remove the various wires on her as the recent events caught up to her. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lay back down,” the nurse asked kindly.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wanda almost lost her balance as she stepped off her bed. She used the nurse in front of her to regain her balance, before walking out of her “room”. “Ma’am, I’m not going to ask again, please lay back down or I will have to get security.”

The threat was the last thing on Wanda’s mind. All she could focus on was finding Y/n. Using her powers, she closed her eyes and tried to sense where Y/n was. Considering the girl was right beside her, it didn’t take long for Wanda to find out.

Quickly walking over to the side of her room, Wanda pushed the curtain to the side but the sight in front of her made everything stop. There was Y/n, battered and bruised. There was drywall dust on her face along with dried-up blood. “Y/n,” Wanda whispered in disbelief. Much to Wanda’s dismay, Y/n didn’t respond. She remained unresponsive on the bed.

Reaching out to try and hold her hand, Wanda was pulled back by the same nurse. “Ma’am, please let the doctors and nurses do their jobs while you go back to your bed.” Wanda shrugged off her hand, her eyes glowing red as she said, “Don’t.”

Wanting to be by Y/n’s side, Wanda tried to walk towards her again but Steve’s voice made her stop. “Wanda.” Turning back around, Wanda first noticed just how beat up Steve was. His helmet was off which made Steve oddly look like a raccoon. If times were different, maybe Wanda would have laughed. Instead, she stormed out of the room, feeling more overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry about her ma’am,” Steve said with a courteous nod.

Wanda sat on the ledge of the roof. The slight breeze of the night was coursing past her as she mindlessly fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she developed after her parents’ death. It was during a harsher breeze that Wanda touched her forehead where the slight open injury was at. She had left the floor just moments ago and somehow her feet led her here. Although she knew that she needed someone to look at the injuries she sustained, her mind was focused elsewhere. It was plagued with thoughts about the girl that was still entrapped in a room full of doctors that had no clue how to treat her. Wanda knew it was wrong of her to read their minds, but she hoped that at least one of them at least knew where to start. Panic and anxiety filled the redhead’s body the more she realized that no one knew how to help Y/n. Soon, the room felt as if it was enclosing on her. Before Steve realized she was about to break down, she left to sort out her thoughts and emotions.

Wanda had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed Carol leaning against the entrance of the roof. The blonde was only a couple of feet away from Wanda wearing black sweatpants and a shirt. The girl was wrapping up a mission when she saw the text from Y/n. Carol didn’t know whether the drop in her heart was from the fake feelings Memory Man had created or whether she genuinely cared about the girl’s wellbeing. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was Y/n’s safety.

Carol leaned up against the ledge while surveying the view. They were a foot away from each other but it didn’t take a mind reader to know that both girls were thinking about Y/n. Ironically enough, they each had their separate thoughts about how they failed to protect Y/n. For Wanda, she felt as if she was the sole reason that Y/n got hurt. If she had only conquered her abilities more, Y/n wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself again just to protect her. Not only that, but Wanda felt beyond frustrated with herself for being so frozen and paralyzed as the enemy hurt Y/n right in front of her eyes. There was nothing holding her back besides herself and that was something that will haunt her for a while. For Carol, she felt that if she were just a bit faster and maybe not a galaxy away, she would have reached them in time to help.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Wanda sidely glanced at Carol. The first thing she noticed was her attire. It didn’t take long for the dots to connect before she realized that it was Y/n’s clothes Carol was wearing. Wanda bit her tongue at the ounce of jealousy and resentment that decided to rise within her. This was no time to start arguments especially with the person that helped Y/n just in the nick of time. So Wanda had opted for a different but just as difficult route. “Thank you.”

Carol heard but decided to remain silent. Clearing her throat, Wanda continued, “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t found us.” Finally, the two made eye contact as Carol glanced at Wanda. “I’m only here for Y/n,” Carol deadpanned. Wanda choked at her words but still had a serious composure. They both looked back at the city but there was a more tense feeling in the air. Carol hadn’t cared if the words had hurt Wanda. What she cared for was Y/n. But the looming question in the back of her head was always if this was a genuine feeling or if it was forced. However, the way her heart overwhelmingly felt angered at the person beside her, she knew that at this time, the feeling was genuine.

Subconsciously, Wanda felt the emotions that leaked out of the blonde. She didn't need to go in her mind to realize that. It felt like Carol’s guard was down leading her aura to be seen. It had covered the area surrounding the two in such a suffocating manner that Wanda felt like she couldn’t breathe. The two most compelling emotions were the anger she held for her and the love she had for Y/n. As she cracked her knuckles, Carol muttered, “It is quite ridiculous the things Y/n continuously goes through for a team that can barely return the favor.”

“You don’t get to-”

“Now listen here. I don’t quite care much for your team. Frankly, y’all don’t deserve Y/n.” The two faced each other with such intensity that one wrong move could cause a fight with two of the galaxy’s most powerful superheroes. “But if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve Y/n.” Wanda’s fists clenched at Carol’s words. It took everything out of the redhead to not fling Carol out of New York, because how dare she accuse her of such atrocities.

“If I were you, I would stop where you’re at,” Wanda said threateningly. The spiral scarlet glow in her eyes only made Carol chuckle. “You know you’re not the only one with powers.” Carol’s fist glowed with the same intensity as Wanda’s eyes. But the threats were pointless as the two had stopped at the same time.

“You don’t see it but you should feel lucky Wanda.” Cocking her eyebrow, Wanda responded with, “And why is that?” The redhead remained in a defensive stance as she crossed her arms. Carol walked closer to her and placed her hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda was still tense but it slightly faltered when she saw how serious Carol was. “There’s a girl out there that loves you even when her mind and heart tell her otherwise.” And with that, Carol left Wanda to herself.

The burning feeling in his legs shouldn’t have felt familiar but it did. It reminded him of the body that he held through New York’s streets. It reminded him of the blood all over his hands and clothes. It reminded him of that fateful night that he failed.

And as he stormed into the hospital with nobody in his hands, something in the way that the team looked made his blood drain. Before Bucky could ask about Y/n’s whereabouts, Beth had walked in. Seeing her familiar face caused Bucky to be slightly relaxed but still anxious about what she could possibly say.

“I have an update on Y/n’s health.” Carol had walked into the room and her attention immediately landed on Beth. “Tell us, Beth,” Fury said.

“As of right now, she will be fine. The doctors have her hooked up to a solution that is allowing her regeneration abilities to work. But-,” before Beth could finish her update, Tony had stood up and loudly commented, “- Great, now that we know Ms. Hydra is okay, can we get back to the real issue at hand?”

As Carol was about to advance to Tony, it was Beth’s words that made the room quiet. “Of course it would be the self-righteous billionaire that would talk shit.” Tony’s head snapped towards Beth. “Excuse me?!”

Beth glared back at Tony, not daring to back down. Her arms were crossed as she continued, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me, or is your ego too far high for you to actually listen?”

Walking towards Beth, Tony said, “Listen here you son of a-” Before Tony could get any closer to Beth, Bucky had used his arm to stop him. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Tony forcefully removed Bucky’s hand from his chest. He stepped away from Beth, not wanting to deal with what he thinks of as just some pathetic nurse.

“You know what the real issue is Tony - actually - all of you. It’s the fact that you seriously think of Y/n to be this villain.” Beth had let out a dark chuckle at the irony of the situation. “Or have you forgotten the shit you’ve ALL done? Let’s name them, shall we?”

“Beth-” Beth glared at Bucky. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the time nor the place for this conversation, because God was she so tired of them. “Tony, remember all the weapons that you’ve created for mass destruction and have yet to actually own up to the consequences of them?”

“I would stop there if I were you before-”

“Before what?!” Beth said as she threw her hands up. “Before you sue me?! Before you attack me?! Oh - that’s it, isn’t it? What are you gonna do? Kill me? Like how you did with Y/n?!” The room grew more silent as everyone besides Bucky and Beth digested her words. “It’s honestly sad how a bunch of adults has managed to push a KID to take their life away. All for what?! Because you thought she cheated on Wanda! News fucking flash - she didn’t even fucking cheat.”

“What?” Steve said. The shock of Beth’s words was still affecting him. “It was Memory Man. He had put fake memories in Y/n’s and mine’s heads. That was the whole reason we kissed - wait - did you not know about this?” The team was frozen while Carol and Fury impatiently waited for answers.

Not caring to wait for their pathetic excuses, Beth said, “It’s not like it matters what they have to say. They don’t even care for Y/n but for those that actually do. Right now we have no clue what her mind is going to be like. Memory Man has already given her enough damages before and considering we don’t know the full extent of his powers, we can only wait till she wakes up to see if she will actually be okay. Now if you don’t mind, I have a patient to take care of.”

Before Beth could leave, Bucky grabbed onto her arm. He gave her a look but Beth wasn’t having any of it. Ripping her arm from his grip, she stated, “Don’t Bucky. You know how much your family has hurt her. So don’t just stand there and act like they’re saints especially since you know how much Y/n needed you.”

It’s been a couple of days since the attack in New York and Y/n has since woken up. She has barely spoken to Beth, Bucky, Carol, or Fury. Although Estell’s presence would have been welcomed, Beth has yet to tell the girl the news of Estell’s death. Unfortunately, during the attack, she was shot and killed on sight by Hydra. The only reason Beth knew was from the long list of deaths she read on TV.

“We need to transport Y/n to a different location,” Fury said in a small meeting that consisted of only Bucky and Carol. “I agree. Since Hydra has managed to infiltrate the tower once, who knows when they’ll do it again.”

“That’s why a different country will do her better than here.” Fury sighed at the decision that was laid upon them. New locations will always be hard to adjust to but that wasn’t all of it. “Wanda will remain as Y/n’s guard.”

Abruptly standing from her chair, the loud screeched filled the room. “Are you serious?!” Fury’s expression didn’t change as Carol only grew with rage. “She could hardly take care of herself during the attack. What makes you think she could possibly take care of Y/n?”

“The girl was simply outnumbered. We all were.” Moving to get the file that was beside him, he slid it on the table. Bucky grabbed it and had started to silently read it. “But I need the both of you on the front lines. After what Beth has said, I need you two to make sure that the team is actually doing their job. They were supposed to have found out about Hydra’s plans before the attack, now I’m starting to think they didn’t even try.”

Carol was still angry at Fury’s decision to which he sighed. “You will know of Y/n’s location at all times. I will let her have a remote that when activated should send you a signal. Since you’re back on Earth, you’ll get to her in seconds.” Carol sat back down in her seat. Although she was still mad at Fury’s decision, she felt better knowing that Y/n could signal her for help.

“Now, I need you to say your goodbyes for now. Y/n leaves in an hour.”

Wanda stood in the foyer of the hanger as various agents loaded up the quinjet with materials that she and Y/n would need for the time they were gone. She was informed of the last-minute decision just moments ago by Fury himself.

“Please take care of her.”

The words echoed in her head as it had been the only time she’s seen Fury actually care deeply for somebody else. Before she could ponder more about it, Beth had interrupted Wanda’s thoughts. “Wanda?”

Turning around to the source of the sound, Wanda stood in front of a young blonde woman with intense eyes. “I’m Beth,” she said as she held out her hand. Wanda reluctantly shook it, not quite sure as to who this lady actually was. “I’m Y/n’s friend.”

“Great, another pretty girl I have to worry about,” Wanda thought. “Well, I’m also her nurse but I think she would consider me her friend as well.” Wanda stood awkwardly not really knowing how to respond.

Using this opportunity, Beth handed Wanda a bag full of medicine and vitamins. “I know this will be a lot to ask of you but could you please take care of Y/n?” There was no doubt in Wanda’s mind that this girl in front of her meant well. The nurturing feeling in her aura surrounded Wanda.

“That girl has been through a lot and I would know.” Confused by the intensity of her words, Wanda couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know this?”

“I’ve been her nurse for a while now.” This news only confused Wanda even more. “Was she injured before the attack?”

“What is it with you guys and not knowing a single thing about Y/n?” Beth thought. She started to get irritated at the thought of another Avenger hurting Y/n. She could only hope Wanda was different from the rest. However, Wanda heard Beth’s thoughts and said, “What do you know that I don’t?”

Beth scoffed at the question and replied, “The truth.” The simplicity of her answer made Wanda internally roll her eyes. Whether she admitted it or not, she had started to feel territorial over the fact somebody else knew Y/n better than her.

“Wanda let’s go!” Fury yelled from afar. The two looked over and saw Y/n hug Carol, Fury, and Bucky goodbye. Oddly enough, she looked emotionless when she did it. “Just please don’t fuck up again.” Wanda didn’t answer respond back to Beth because if she did, something bitchy would have probably left her mouth. Instead, she walked over and into the quinjet. She buckled into the seat closest to Y/n but the girl didn’t give any attention to Wanda. She remained silent and focused on her hands for the whole ride while Wanda thought more and more about what Beth meant.

“Now that we’re all here let’s get started.” Fury turned on the projector and the first image the was on the screen was New York on fire during the attack. “So far, we’ve received word that there have been 125 casualties and approximately around 500 critical injuries suffered from the attack.” Click.

“However, we face a bigger number when it comes to those that are currently missing. Estimating from 600 - 1000 people are found to be missing. And since we have efficiently cleared the rumble from the damages, our sources have found out how they’ve gone missing.” Click.

Footage of the event was playing but in the location of the subways. One by one, explosions could be seen in various parts of different train passages. It didn’t take long for Hydra soldiers to infiltrate the train systems but all camera footage cut to black. “Hydra has effectively taken hostages of those that were on the train during that night. They have used bombs to blast any chance of us going after them in these tunnels.”

“Is there a way to locate the subways?” Steve asked. “Since New York hardly invests in their transportation department, they are unable to track any of their subways. More than likely, Hydra has already disposed of them in case they were to be tracked.” Click.

“What we need is to figure out where these people have gone. This many hostages taken is something we cannot allow. And considering we have hardly been able to figure out their plans before the attack, I can only assume the worse when it comes to this.” Fury turned the projector off and continued his speech.

“Bucky and Carol will be removed from their current missions to assist the team with this situation. There will be absolutely no complaints about this. Any signs of lack of cooperation, I will gladly remove you and ban you from missions indefinitely.” Fury looked around the team once more and felt disgusted at the people he has to work with. Giving them no time to reply, he left the room not being able to stand the sight of them anymore.

Since they were dismissed, part of the team left in a hurry until it was down to three people. Tony was about to leave when Steve said, “Are you going to apologize to Y/n?” The question was genuine and serious because ever since that night, Steve had been unable to sleep. All he wished he could do was apologize to Y/n but the girl refused to see him. Unfortunately, he understood why.

“Why should I? It doesn’t change anything.” Steve stood up and slammed the table with his hand. “We killed her Tony.” Tony walked in front of Steve. “I didn’t do anything,” he sneered.

“Steve. Tony. We need to calm down,” Natasha said as she watched the two go at it. “Don’t act so mighty Natasha. I heard you bullied the girl too.” This comment caused Natasha’s jaw to harden. “Aww, did I hit a nerve?” Tony childishly asked. “Oh fuck off Tony. There you go again bringing other people down when you can hardly accept what you’ve done. YOU took away Y/n’s funds. She couldn’t even afford anything.”

“But you watched me do it, Rogers. You could have done something too yet you let it happen. So don’t patronize me. Nothing of what she said changes anything.” Tony quickly left the room as he felt himself explode in anger. This didn’t even surprise Steve anymore. He was tired of keeping the family together when it was clear now that it was meant to be apart.

“Here we are,” Wanda said as she dropped her bags in the living room. Looking at her surroundings, the flat was a decent size. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and accommodations on the floor below them.

“So what do you-,” Y/n hadn’t responded to Wanda’s question as she zoomed past her and walked into her room. Softly closing the door shut, Wanda sighed at her reaction. It wasn’t a surprise but Wanda still couldn’t help but feel hurt by it all. “I guess I should start unpacking.”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Y/n and Wanda started to live together in the flat located in the small town of Edinburgh. While Wanda mainly kept the place tidy, Y/n remained in her room all the time unless it was to use the bathroom or to eat. The only time she would even dare to be close to Wanda was during dinner. If it was breakfast or lunch, Y/n would take what Wanda cooked for the day into her room.

But Wanda was stubborn. She always left Y/n little notes of her whereabouts anytime she left for an errand but a small compliment would always be at the end of it. Sometimes she would knock on Y/n’s door and ask if she would want to watch a movie with her. Obviously, Y/n never answered but Wanda continued to ask. Other times, Wanda would think of Y/n’s favorite foods and would cook them for dinner that night. And while Y/n had never said it out loud, the empty plate she left in front of her always made Wanda swell with joy.

However, tonight was going to be different. Usually, the two would sit in silence as Wanda would have the tv playing in the background but Wanda needed to hear Y/n’s voice. Not only that, but she was hoping that the truth would come out as well.

Trying to figure out a way to break the silence, it was oddly Y/n that had done it first. “Why don’t you hate me?” At first, Wanda was shocked that Y/n had actually spoken, but the girl regain her composure and said, “Why would I hate you? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Y/n was silent for a moment until she said, “But I killed your brother.”

Chapter 10

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[sevendeadlymorons]

I got this idea into my head of mammon reaching a breaking point and getting really jealous. He decides to tie mc up and play with his most prized possession😈

I hope you two don’t mind that I put these two as one! I just saw two smuts of Mammon and was like ‘perfect’ 👀 ok anyway thank you, I love these requests

Jealous Mammon

WARNING: NSFW // Smut // Breeding Kink // Bondage // Blood

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Mammon normally comes in unannounced, it wasn’t too much of a big deal for you now

Sometimes he walks in on you changing and it’s always a laugh to see his face turn bright red and his entire personality change

But besides that, today it was just you and Levi, having a lazy day, lounging around in your pajamas binging a new anime he’s recently got you into

He were lay between your legs watching the show as he was the one who suggested trying it out since he saw it in an anime the once

Obviously you wanted to try it out too as you played with his hair, feeding him popcorn every couple seconds and enjoying some time with him

But suddenly, the door flies open and in comes Mammon, once again completely unaware of his surroundings as his face was in his D.D.D

He sits down on the bed right next to Levi, still unaware you weren’t alone

“Oi, MC, I’m bored, entertain me-“

He then looks up to see your hand on Levi’s head, your fingers tangled in his hair as you both looked at him embarrassed

He jumps up from the bed and starts complaining about Levi being too close, the usual Mammon

You sigh, realising you weren’t going to be able to finish this series in peace and look at Levi apologetically

He sighs too and gives you a weak smile, getting up and packing his things to go before glaring at his brother and leaving

You shake your head and look at Mammon in front of you

“You didn’t have to start yelling you know... we weren’t doing anything”

He looks at you as if you just cussed out his entire family

“What do you mean, nothing?! He was way too close to you!”

His voice was frantic and you could hear the jealousy spike in his tone, to which you smirk at him teasingly

You pat the bed besides you and shuffle over to make room for him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder when he sits down next to you

You hear him sigh and rub his face into your neck, the hot sensation of his breath tingling your bare skin

He reaches for your hand like a small kid who just finished their tantrum and kisses your fingers, looking at you as if to apologise

You laugh slightly and kiss his head, feeling his body instinctively press against you

“You know...”

You hear him begin; looking down to see him covering his face so you’re not quite sure how he’s feeling

“Why does he get to touch you and I can’t?”

You hum in confusion before he gets up and straddles you unexpectedly, looking down at you with your wrists pinned at your sides

You peer up at him, watching his eyes burn with jealousy, and pings of lust

You squeeze your legs together as he presses harder on your wrists, feeling quite aroused at the position you two had found yourself in

He leans forwards to steal a kiss, then another and another and before long, he had his hand wrapped in your hair, tugging it tightly as his tongue explores your mouth, licking and tasting your tongue playfully

You moan against his lips as his spare hand squeezes between your thighs, pleasuring you as he finds himself reaching a point of no return

He spreads your legs apart, getting off of you for a mere second so he can drag you down the bed and sit between your open thighs

He caresses your inner thighs and trails his finger dangerously close to your crotch, causing you to bite down on your lip

He eyes up at you as he leans down to plant kisses all up your legs and thighs, then biting harshly on the sensitive parts; feeling his sharp canines dig into your skin and cause it to bleed when he realises his grip

You tilt your head back as he begins to pull down your shorts, almost like he’s in a rush and desperate to stick his cock deep inside of you

You feel his erection on your leg and you let loose a quick moan, your underwear now clearly on show for him as he starts to pleasure you with his finger

You reach up to grab him but he slams your hands back down, looking at you to stay still, to which you abide

You see him start to unbuckle his belt, eying you every couple seconds and then leaning forward to tie it around your wrists, pushing your hands above your head and tightening the strap until you thought it would cut off your circulation

You lay helplessly on the bed as Mammon ran his hand down your body, teasing your nipples, kissing your stomach and playing with your private parts naughtily

You raise your hips into his hand and moan his name, noticing his bulge twitch in anticipation

He couldn’t hold back any longer as he slips down his boxers and pulls your underwear aside, grabbing his cock and pushing his entire length into you suddenly, causing you to jolt forwards and cry out

Your hands were restrained above your head so you could only lie there as Mammon grips and spanks your thighs and ass, pounding into you with desperation so the bed is slamming against the wall behind you

You cry out his name as his nails dig into you, leaving bloody little marks in your skin as he bends down to whisper in your ear

“Try and be quiet... unless you want my brothers to know how hard I’m fucking you right now...”

You let out a breath you never knew you were holding as he catches your lips with his, kissing you passionately as you feel his cock enter in and out of you, pleasuring every inch and making you feel so good

“I wonder what you’d do if I just shot my load deep inside of your pretty little hole...”

You look up at him in surprise as he stares back at you in all seriousness, his thrusts getting rougher as you feel yourself getting close already

He continued to whisper dirty things in your ear; how badly he wants to cum in you and watch his sperm slowly leak out and trickle down your ass

You groan, feeling so painfully aroused in the moment that you’d let him do anything as long as you can feel his warm semen enter inside of you and make you feel completely filled up

You beg him to cum, his teeth now biting down on your neck and collar bones and leaving teeth marks and hickeys all over you whilst he rails you into the mattress, now no longer caring who hears as long as he gets to hear you cry out his name

Your legs begin to tremble and you wrap them subconsciously around his waist, squeezing tightly and not letting him go until he empties himself inside of your hole

He makes his last thrusts as you feel the hot liquid enter your body, filling you up completely as you let out a low moan and thrust your hips into him; finally finding yourself reaching your climax as well

He grabs your thighs a final time before pulling out, his cum already seeping out of you and dirtying the sheets

He takes a final look at you all tied up and bruised, your skin already turning purple from the bites and the hickeys

He smirks as he traces his fingers over the marks, admiring his most prized possession all claimed

He leans down to eventually untie your wrists, feeling relief as you feel the blood rush back to them

Your wrists were red raw, a clear line from where he aggressively tied the belt too tight, and now a clear indication that you’d been fucked by the Great Mammon himself

He smiles apologetically and kisses your wrists, not meaning to tie them that tight but somewhat happy and proud that it’s another mark that he made on you anyway

He grabs your discarded shorts from off the floor and wipes up the mess between your thighs; pulling your underwear back in its place and lying between your legs, satisfied and with a shit eating grin on his lips

You roll your eyes and pet his head, twirling strands of his messy, white hair around your fingers, thoroughly exhausted

You yawn and bend down to kiss his head a final time before falling asleep with Mammon still between your legs

He looks up at you asleep and smiles, moving to settle next to you in bed, holding you tightly in his arms and keeping you warm

[yesimwriting]

The Promise of Rain, blurb 2

The Promise of Rain (part 2?? technically) 

A/n I was not originally planning a second part for this but some people wanted it and this idea came to me and it works better with the context of ‘The Promise of Rain’ but it can technically be read as a stand alone :))

Anyways this might turn into a small series of kinda connected blurbs that are all kind of canon with each other but aren’t necessarily connected except for the reader’s background (the reader is a very sunshine-y person and knows Kaz bc she’s a runaway princess that he was hired to bring back home but she managed to convince him to let her work for him instead)

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The night air had left me with a chill that made me want nothing more than to have my covers draped over me as I read. I’m normally more sociable after a job, especially after such a simple and safe ending, but a lot of tonight had left me wanting to be alone. 

Well, not truly alone. The company of my books is always welcomed, but tonight I can’t seem to find much comfort within the pages. After almost every paragraph, I find myself distracted by gusts of wind and thoughts of the heavy, silver clouds that seem to make up tonight. A part of me longs for the rain. I know it’s ridiculous to expect rain each time I desire some sense of comfort, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Especially when the sky so clearly implies it. 

“This must be the fifth time I’ve come here and you’ve been reading.” Kaz’s sudden appearance is almost enough to shake away my lingering somberness. 

I roll my eyes slightly, turning my attention back to the page in front of me. “That observation is just a testament to how often you come in here.” 

His glare is half hearted, a look I’d find endearing if I was less annoyed. “Where else am I going to find a reminder that good people exist in Ketterdam?” 

I think he may have a sixth sense that warns him when I’m treading the line between being annoyed and displeased. Everytime I find myself mad at him in a way that makes me want to avoid him instead of yell at him, Kaz makes some ridiculously heart-melting comment. He steps further into the room. I don’t miss the way he eyes my stretched out legs. Ever since the conversation we had after he woke up after an injury, we’ve fallen into the unmentioned habit of silently inviting the other to stay by moving to make room for them. 

It had started the day after the conversation in which Kaz had admitted that he wanted me to stay with him. He had been sitting on the small couch while discussing the details of a job. Shortly after I walked in he made a point of shifting so that he was clearly on one side of the couch. I didn’t think much about sitting down, but Inej and Jesper exchanged a look. 

Now, though, I keep my legs stretched out on the bed. He eyes my position on the bed, something grim crossing his features. 

“It might rain tonight.” 

He knows me so damn well. I hate it. “I hope so.”

I turn my head, analyzing the way the world seems to be on the cusp of something. I stare at the silver clouds until I feel something hard tap my leg. The tap is firm but not painful. I’m quick to look at Kaz as he lowers his cane. The mention of rain had been a distraction. 

“You distracted me on purpose.” 

“The first rule of the Barrel is to always be prepared.” There’s a slight uptilt to his lips, something I’ve learned to interpret as a sign of teasing. 

How is he so easy to be around one second and so cold the next? I resist a smile. “I’ll take notes.” 

Kaz ignores my passive aggressive tone. His focus seems to be on my legs that have still not moved to offer him a place next to me. “You wear your emotions too openly.” Great, he’s going to make us talk about it. “What reason could you possibly have to be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you.” It’s a partial truth. 

His expression harshens. “Don’t lie.” 

“I’m not thrilled with you, but I don’t think that’s the same as being mad.” 

Kaz lets out a partial sigh. “No, they’re not the same.” Such an early concession feels like a trap. “With you, the first option is worse.” I don’t have anything to say to that. “Is this because of what I said to Jesper?” 

My posture straightens on instinct. “He wants your validation more than he’d ever admit and I understand that expressing praise isn’t exactly something you do, but would it kill you to not actively insult him?” 

“I didn’t say anything that was wrong. He thinks he’s a gambler but he’s just someone born for losses.” The look I give him must mean something to him, because Kaz is quick to tact on, “That doesn’t make him less valuable of an asset or less relatively dependable.” 

I eye him cautiously, the slightest bit of vulnerability playing at his features. “Don’t look at me like that--and don’t tell me that. Jesper’s the one who could use the occasional reminder from you that you hold him to any regard with positive connotations.” His lips press together like he’s thinking about scolding me for scolding him. “It’s only because I know you care more about Jesper than you’d ever let on.” 

“Jesper’s esteem can handle the blow.” The curtness of his voice is a blow in its own sense. “And he didn’t exactly deserve to be in my good graces after what he did tonight.” 

My sigh is not weighted enough to match Kaz’s newfound fountain of emotion. “We were successful--”

“He left you.” I didn’t know Kaz’s voice was capable of such harshness. “I paired him with you, and he left you--and you almost didn’t make it.” I let the weight of his words take up all the available space in the room, keeping the silence that follows them until some of the heaviness has dissipated. “He could have cost me one of my best people.”

Oh. His harshness, his unwarranted coldness, had been a manifestation of his concern. For me. Guilt knots my stomach. Potential words that may offer Kaz some sort of support raise and die back down in my throat. Kaz turns towards the door. 

“Kaz.” He pauses. There’s a long moment in which I think he won’t turn around, but finally, he does. I tuck my legs beneath me, forcing myself to sit up a little straighter. “I told Jesper to leave because I knew the job would have failed if he had been trapped in that room with me.” I drop my gaze towards the window. “I was right, the job was successful, and I got out in time so it was worth it.”

“You risked your safety?” The harsh facet of his being is making its return in full force. 

“For the job,” I’m careful to keep my words factual, “It’s what we’re supposed to do.”

Kaz’s jaw locks. “When I said that keeping you near me would ruin you this is what I meant.” 

Is it really this big of a deal? I made it out. “Kaz.”

“This wasn’t my best idea.” His words are leached of anything. “You’re going back home. Tomorrow I’ll arrange the voyage myse--” 

“Kaz Brekker you may get to live your life doing anything you want but you don’t get to control mine.” My chin raises an inch, an instinctual act of subtle rebellion. “I am not going back there, even if I’m technically indebted to you because you didn’t return me to my father but that does not mean I’ll--”

“I’m not trying to control you.” His words are sharp, boarding on a yell. “A job like that one wasn’t worth you.” 

From Kaz, I know those words are heavy. There’s a lot of things I could say to that. I could tell him that I wanted to do something for him. I could say that I appreciate him telling me that. I could even say that in his own way, Kaz giving Jesper a hard time because he left me, is kind of cute in a misguided way. The thing is I think all of these responses will make things worse. 

“Kaz,” I keep my voice as steady as possible, “I’m fine, you’re fine, it all worked out.” Scratching the back of my arm, I exhale gently. “I’ll be more careful next time, I promise.” 

I watch him carefully, there’s a slight slump to his shoulders as he exhales. Is the fight leaving him so easily? He walks further into the room. “You better.” He sits down in the space I provided for him slowly. “If you’re not you’ll have worse things to worry about than anything that can happen to you on a job.” He moves his cane forward easily, tapping my knee in a swift motion. 

I roll my eyes at the mock threat. “They do say that there’s nothing to fear in the Barrel like the Dirtyhands.” 

“Remember that.” Any edge in his voice is forced. I fight against a smile that seems to always want to break across my face whenever I think I see something resembling lightness in Kaz. 

“I don’t think I could forget anything about you.” 

He turns his head slightly. “You should.” 

“Too bad.” 

Kaz leans his back against the wall, untensing slightly. “I think you just like disagreeing with me.” 

There’s no point in lying about it. “Only because when you argue with me you give me this really particular look.” 

“A look?” 

Adding insult to injury, I smile. “Sometimes you look like you’re too focused on being angry, like you’re compensating for something.” 

Kaz lets out a bitter sigh. “Maybe if you were less of a puppy I wouldn’t have to--”

The laugh that escapes is most definitely a mistake. “Did you just call me a puppy?” I don’t give him a chance to reply, laughter taking over again. “I mean this in the least argumentative way possible--but you’re so weird sometimes.” 

He rolls his eyes, tensing. “I’m leaving.”

I stifle the rest of my laughter. “No. I was--I was kidding!” I keep my eyes on Kaz, expecting some type of annoyed glare, but his expression is a lot more weighted than that. Odd. “Kaz?” 

“You need to be more careful.” I understand Kaz’s pause as something he does before saying something outside of his nature. “I’m not asking you this as a Crow or a Dreg.” 

On instinct, my posture straightens. “I promised and I meant it.” 

“Sometimes I wish I could believe in Saints,” his voice has taken off a distant quality, almost fragile, “That way I could believe something existed to help what matters.” 

Oh. “You never fail, even if I didn’t believe in Saints I’d believe in you.” 

“You’re wasting your faith.” The sound of lightning cracking is almost enough to make me jump. The rain finally came. 

I know I’ll never convince him that that’s not true. “I don’t think so, but that’s why it’s called faith.” 

“I have faith in some things.” His expression is far off. 

“Like what?” 

Kaz’s eyes find the window. “People that find meaning in the rain.” 

Something in my chest swells. “You’re like the rain.”

We sit there in silence, watching raindrops glide down the window. “What were you reading?” 

The question has me dropping my gaze to the forgotten book on my lap. “I stole this book from the palace before I left. It was my mom’s favorite, she’s read it so much the spine’s completely cracked and the cover is practically falling off.” 

“Hm…” He mumbles. “Read some, the books read in a palace must be worthwhile.” 

A part of me wants to tell him that elitism has no place in literature, but his request leaves me frozen. I nod once, turning to the first page of the book. “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife--” 

“Your upbringing makes sense--” 

“You can’t judge it off the first sentence,” he’s insufferable, “It’s setting up irony, and if you’re going to complain--” 

He lets out a conceding sigh. “I’m listening, I’m not interrupting.” 

I keep my eyes on him for a second longer than I should. “Okay.” Dropping my gaze back to the book, I adjust my grip on the worn paperback, “Good.” 

And then I keep reading. 

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Glamorous || Tom Holland

Part Six

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Summary → In this Princess Diana retelling, you are working in a nursery school as an aid in London, as well as a part time nanny. With slight aristocratic ties, you choose to live a more normal and mundane life. When the Prince of Wales comes to know you and bring you into the spotlight, everything changes. Truths coming too late, lies straining your relationship, and the impending future of the country falling on your shoulders. Is this really the stuff of which fairytales are made?

AN → This chapter is a bit shorter than normal but that’s because I wanted a chapter solely dedicated to the love-hate atrocity that was the honeymoon!

Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader

Warnings → Descriptions of Loss of Virginity, Angst, Pregnancy, Descriptions of Depression, Very Light Smut, Strong Language, Infidelity

Word Count → 1.8k

Late 1981 - And all I felt was shame

There’s something nobody ever tells you about losing your virginity, about putting yourself into this vulnerable and exposed position—relinquishing all trust and power.

It all came back to you in fleeting memories, the first night of your honeymoon and you were on your back staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t look you in the eyes, his kisses were short and feverish with desire. Your hand laid on his chest for the short while that he hovered on top of you. It was painful at first, you think you felt blood trickle down your thighs from it being the first time you’d ever done this.

Then, there was just silence. The sound of pleasure filled the room, ending with his finish. He immediately left you there to lie in that large bed, alone and naked. Your fingers trailed up and down your bare torso in shame, tears escaped from the corners of your eyes as you watched him enter the lavatory and shut the door.

Perhaps it wasn’t as big of a deal as you felt it was, but the way he left you with nothing more than the slamming of a door was absolutely mad. It felt like an eternity lying there, a part of you wanting to curl up and choke on your sobs from the embarrassment of it all.

After a while, you sat up from your place in the bed and began to clean yourself up with blurred vision and a quenching thirst for home. How could he be so cruel?

-

Later on the same honeymoon, you found Tom wearing the cufflinks Eleanor had gifted him along with the bracelet he’d sported previously. This ended with a large row, you throwing the bracelet at him with teary eyes and a broken heart.

“We were just married, Thomas!” You choked out. “How can you—“

“I’ve done nothing wrong, Y/N!” He shouted back, a vein protruding from his neck.

“I find the letters you write to her in your journal after you’ve made love to me, then you’ve done nothing as well, correct? I hear you speaking to her late at night, trading terms of endearment like lovers! But you’ve done nothing wrong, haven’t you? You’re making me feel like I’m mad!”

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Sitting on the floor of your bedroom in the yacht that was bringing you around for the second stretch of your honeymoon, you drew your knees into your chest. Wasn’t this supposed to be a blissful and joyous period of time?

Tom came in, dressed like he’d just been out on the deck. He had a bright pink sunburn splayed across his nose and cheeks. Staring down at you, he slowly sunk down to your level and tried to gauge eye contact.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you. I want you to know that I know that.”

Tears began to fall silently and he wiped them away with his hands, leaning in and kissing your cheeks repeatedly. This was the thing about Tom, when it was good it was good—but when it was bad, it was horrible.

“Have I done something?” You sighed, staring up at him.

“No, love,” he murmured. “And I apologize if I’ve made you feel like you have. This has been difficult for me as well, but I don’t want to fight with you.”

Deep inside, you knew that he didn’t mean it. You knew this was his half-assed apology to shut you up for awhile, but you didn’t care. You leaned into his shoulder and let him kiss you tenderly for all that it was.

This was the first time in the weeks since you’d been married that the sex was passionate and whole. He kissed you hard, showing you and teaching you what it meant to be truly wanted without measure. Maybe this wasn’t loving, maybe he was channeling all of his frustrations into the way he sucked hickeys down your chest and in between your thighs. Or maybe he was drilling all of that anger into you with each thrust.

“I love you, Tom.”

“You know I care deeply about you, Y/N,” he whispered, rolling over and leaving you to stare at his back.

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Early, 1982 - This is your duty to the Crown

Only just over two months of marriage and you were already with child. Soon your torso would swell with life, the life of the heir to the British throne. They all hoped it would be a son.

The public was relentless, the press swarming you at every chance. It was incredibly difficult for you, sickness overcoming your body with pregnancy. This left Tom incredibly angry most of the time, he couldn’t stand that you were actually feeling things, emotions and that. The whole family was supposed to do the exact opposite, but what were you to do?

With Tom’s absence and increased frustrations, you began to isolate yourself from him. Sleeping in different bedrooms most nights, you knew deep inside of you that he still saw her.

The papers were littered with you, photographs and exaggerated headlines. Some were beginning to call you the most famous woman in the world. This offered you little solace, you only wanted your husband to show some sort of care.

These feelings began to manifest themselves into your day to day life. Bed ridden and pregnant, you felt things that made you want to sink lower and lower into the covers and suffocate yourself. You knew this wasn’t normal, that it wasn’t healthy, but the institution you married into would not see it like this.

Things began to get even more difficult, you were nearly falling asleep during functions and sobbing uncontrollably before getting out of cars at high society galas and things. Tom pleaded with you to pull yourself together, telling you how selfish you were for taking advantage of your state.

“This is your duty, Y/N! Your job!” He yelled as you drove out of the swarms of press, just having left an exhibition opening.

“I’m tired, Tom!” You countered, “I’m sick and I’m tired, and I can hardly feel my feet. I’ve been sick twice today already!”

“Everything has to be made about you, everything,” he sneered.

The rest of the ride was silent, he said nothing to you and vice versa. He only twisted the gold signet ring on his finger, scoffing at you with any chance he got. Six months pregnant, miserable, and you couldn’t even manage to keep the man you married happy.

As the vehicle pulled up to the designated meeting place, you stepped out of the car and immediately noticed that Tom remained. Tears pooled at your waterline, being very pregnant weighing on your emotions. Your hand immediately went to the swelling bump on your stomach, giving him a knowing look.

“Don’t look at me like that, Y/N,” he murmured. “That’s so fucking unfair.”

“Where’re you off to? It’s after eleven,” you breathed. You knew where he was going. He was going to her.

“Highgrove.”

This was all he said to you, looking away and breaking eye contact. You took a deep breath and looked away yourself for a moment. Going to flatten the gown you wore, you sniffled and looked back to him.

“Ah yes, I’m sure she’ll know exactly what to say. I’m sure she’ll know exactly how to cater to your needs, how to make you happy.”

With that, you slammed the door of the sleek black car and got into your own private vehicle. Rubbing your eyes, you pinned your eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“Kensington Palace,” you told the driver.

-

September, 1982 - The firstborn son to the next King of England

Tom leaned into you a bit, sitting beside your hospital bed with wide eyes and a flushed face. In your arms was Henry, just born and wriggling in your arms. He held his hand up, closing his fingers around your own pinky with a few gurgling noises.

Tears escaped both yours and Tom’s eyes, looking down at this baby that you’d created. This baby that would carry the burden of one day becoming the King of England. And you, at just twenty, would become a mum.

“I don’t want to quarrel like we have been,” Tom confessed. “I just want us to be happy, with ourselves, with each other—in our marriage.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Tom,” you looked up at him with big eyes and a feverish face. “I love you, and I love Henry.”

He leaned in and kissed you chastely, also kissing the baby boy’s cheek and smiling softly at his knitted hat. A few minutes later, a man came in beckoning Tom downstairs, as Her Majesty was on the line and Buckingham Palace would announce the birth.

As soon as he left, the room filled with a shrill ring and the small baby fidgeted in your arms. Reaching to the side table, your nimble fingers lifted the receiver and held it to the side of your face.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice came through a bit static. “Fuck, you’ve no clue how hard it was getting through to you. Tell the hospital it’s the goddamn Prince of England and the lady goes, ‘Well prove it’. How the hell am I supposed to prove it?”

Laughing at his stressed tone, you whispered a quiet greeting and tried not to wake Henry with your talking. Sam seemed excited, but concerned as well. He was aware of the difficulties you faced during your pregnancy, the whole family was. Some more sympathetic than others.

“So mum’s gone on and approved a name, I hear. What is it?” He asked eagerly, and he was right, you had gotten Nicola’s blessing weeks prior.

“Henry Thomas Samuel Windsor,” you practically beamed. “We wanted to tell you in person, but it seems you cannot keep still.”

“Paddy’s going to go absolutely mad,” Sam chuckled. “And mum and father are glad no doubt, a son to bear the burden of becoming a king.”

The smile began to turn itself upside down, this was true. The baby in your arms wasn’t just a happy healthy boy to them—he was a pawn. He was the firstborn son to the next King of England. With this in mind, you promised to yourself and that baby that you would go to the ends of the earth to protect him.

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[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

Excerpts

The biggest name is probably David Duchovny, as a grizzled Harrison Ford type increasingly weary of the series’ daftness. Duchovny did not watch a lot of TV during the first wave, he says, squinting down the camera from some sort of log cabin. He tried two episodes of Tiger King, then quit. “Sentimentally, I was touched by it, because I think everybody was trying to find community. Like: at least we can all agree that this is fucking fantastic and let’s all watch it. Like a pacifier.”

Duchovny warms to his theme. “Tiger King was this juggernaut! And now that the fictionalised versions are coming out, I don’t think anyone cares any more. These things get so hot and so big, then they’re just gone.”

Duchovny is now 61 and writes novels (four) and albums (three). He too is less hot and big, but today at least, that sexy dyspepsia remains pretty robust.

This is why he was fine with quarantining before The Bubble: “I’m usually in my room anyway, looking at the walls.” Having food shoved through a hole in the door for a fortnight was “slightly depressing. But everything gets normal. Humans are amazingly adaptable. Or forgetful.”

Legitimate criticism, thinks Duchovny. “You’re thinking about yourself a lot. The job is to be vulnerable and somewhat self-obsessed. On top of that, there’s career anxiety and shaping and branding and all that shit. We’re overpaid and overwatched and people care way too much about us. Nobody deserves any of that.”

He sips on something. “But, for the most part, actors are just human beings doing a job. A silly job – but a job.” And, actually, now that he thinks about it, the lying part isn’t true. “We’re all acting in life. We all put on a face to meet the faces. Actors just try to lie truthfully.”

Duchovny demurs. Making grand claims for your project is just another way of bolstering it. “I’m a fan of the work standing on its own. But we don’t live in that world any more,” he says. “It’s impossible to judge a work on its own merit. There’s just too much that you’ve heard, mostly from the fucking people who made it. I should be disqualified from talking about my work. Not only because I’m gonna lie to you, but because I’m not outside it.”

And Duchovny? He is fine, he says, just fine. Fiction writers will muddle through somehow. The pandemic hasn’t changed the fundamentals of entertainment. “Whatever a pandemic story could tell us would be about what it is to be human, not about what it is to be human in a pandemic.”

One final thing: what has he lied about today, given that he always does, when he talks about his work? Oh, he says, looking briefly bashful. Nothing. “The lie is whatever angle you’re doing. Or: ‘This is the best work I’ve ever done.’ I used to watch Arnie go on chatshows and say that about every film he made. And I believed it! It was said with such conviction.

“I love Judd and his work, so I’m happy to be in that world and making a big comedy at this point in my life. But sometimes you go out there and you’re like: this is not the best movie I ever made. So am I gonna salvage my own sense of integrity as a person? Or say: buy this thing! Buy it! And then be like: oh, sorry …’”

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Campus Heart-throbs

pairings: kim sunoo x reader

summary: what will happen when an extrovert campus social butterfly met an introvert?

word count: 6.2k

a/n: OKAY FORGIVE ME. I know it took so long for me to upload this but please try to understand me. School stressed me out and happen to ate all of my time. I’ll try to do better, enjoy! So, Sunoo’s stroy will be the most chill out of them all. Sunghoon’s story gave me a lot of stress while writing it while Sunoo’s didn’t. I enjoyed writing this one because I think they’re really cute. 🌸

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Kim Sunoo

Class 2 - A - “The Social Butterfly”

Being a natural born introvert, it sure is difficult for you to deal with other people. It’s not that you hate them or anything, you just simply prefer being alone than to be surrounded by a bunch of people.

You hate being the center of attention so standing in front of the class right is really uncomfortable for you. With faces very unfamiliar for you, you fiddled your fingers unconsciously.

“introduce yourself, please.” the teacher sounds nice despite the awkward situation. You gulped as you tried to roam your eyes around. The students in front of you have different expressions in their faces. Some looks interested, some looked like they don’t really care and some looked clueless.

“I’m y/n. Please, take care of me.” you even bowed after saying it.

Sunoo eyes settled at you. It’s not always that he’d been interested to other people, specially to new comers. But something in you really captured his attention.

“So everyone, let’s welcome, y/n. She’s new in our town so make sure to make her comfortable, okay?” the homeroom teacher told the whole class and they answered, ‘yes’ in unison.

You were asked to take a seat at the vacant one at the middle. Sunoo smiled and removed his backpack at the vacant seat to welcome you. On the other hand, you haven’t noticed him yet. Your head was hanging low avoiding any eye contact from everybody.

As you sat down, Sunoo have a wide smile over his lips already excited to chat with you. “Y/n, right?” he didn’t actually need to double check your name. He knew your name very well since he listened well from a while ago.

Your eyes railed over to him, “yeah.” you answered shortly then quickly looked away. You’re not really used having eye contact with other people. It makes you feel uncomfortable for some reason. But even with a short glance, you noticed how beautiful his eyes were.

“I’m Sunoo! Kim Sunoo!” he sounded so cheerful. You gave him a small nod as you fished your notebook from your bag when the teacher said she’ll start the discussion.

Sunoo pouted at your cold response but pulled off a smile back, he thought it’s normal to react that way since he’s still a stranger to you. It’s just a little odd how you just shut him off that fast. He’s used to being liked by other people right away so the way you reacted was a really different.

“Please open your text book in page 156.” your hand stopped fiddling with your pen when you realize you didn’t picked up your text books yet. Sunoo noticed your expression right away and slid his text book between the two of you.

Your eyes trailed over his textbook then to him. You blush a little seeing his smiling face beside you. You were wondering what he is smiling so brightly about? “We can share, y/n!” you blushed more when you saw how cute he looked. You cleared your throat and looked away from him blinking your eyes.

“U-Uh thanks.” you were so shy but you have no choice but to share with him. You still didn’t have your text book so you’re somehow thankful he’s nice enough to offer sharing his.

The discussion went pretty well. He didn’t really bother you all throughout the lesson, well he did tried opening up conversations from time to time but he still let you listen to the teacher. He is cute, you’re not gonna lie.

You were alone as you went towards the school cafeteria. It’s lunch break and you wanted to buy a meal because you’re already hungry. Some eyes followed you in curiosity, probably wondering who you are since you’re new. You didn’t bother looking at them because you’re used to being new to a school. This isn’t the first time you transferred to a new school.

As you silently wait for your turn to buy your food, you noticed that their cafeteria is pretty spacious. It’s perfect to handle a lot of students. Compared to your previous school, this one is much more of a good school.

“Hi, Sunoo!” you heard somebody from behind you said. You didn’t look back or anything. You’re pretty sure he isn’t the only Sunoo in the school right? This is a big school so there’s a possibility that he’s not the Sunoo who sit beside you is big, right?

You saw how some students in front of you turned their heads by hearing the name. It’s like they’re curious or something. Once they saw who it was, their eyes sparkles. Specially the girls.

“Y/n!” your head turned over to the side when you heard someone called my name.

It was your seat-mate, Kim Sunoo. He was smiling brightly at you and with an awkward smile, you greeted him. You’re not really sure what’s going on but the students around you were obviously watching. Feeling conscious, you roamed your eyes around. They were looking at the two of you with wonder in their eyes.

“Do you want to join us in our table? I’ll go save you a seat.” he sounded so excited as he said those words to you.

Some of the students near you heard his invitation and their mouth fell a bit open. Sunoo’s known for being a social butterfly, yeah. He’s nice to everybody and very approachable. But he never invites people to eat lunch with him, specially he never offer to save seat to someone! It’s beyond what he usually do.

He doesn’t know what got into him as well. All he know is that he wants to know you more. He can’t just stop being curious of you. Is it because you’re such a mysterious person or maybe because he have nothing else to do? Nah. Whatever it is, he wants to get closer to you.

“U-Uh, that’s okay. I’m just here to buy a drink because I already ate lunch.” you reasoned out. You kind of felt bad for lying to him but you don’t really have a choice. You feel like you’re in a bad situation if you agree to eat with him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Huh? I didn’t saw you eat here?” his lips were pursed as he waits for your answer.

“I have packed lunch.” you told him just so he can leave you alone.

You saw how his shoulder fell but he pulled off another bright smile, “You can get a drink in the vending machine so you don’t have to wait for so long.”

Your eyes trailed over to the vending machine that he’s pointing. You almost let out a curse when he said that. With a nod, you moved away from the line and went to the vending machine to buy a drink.

After buying one, Sunoo offered if he can join you but one student halt him to talk. You felt relieved because finally, you can go. Without even saying goodbye, you left the scene.

You head your way over to the garden, you’re still not very familiar with the whole campus but you saw the garden on your way to the cafeteria. As expected, there’s only a few students here. It’s lunch time so everyone’s probably having their meals.

You let out a sigh as you heard your stomach grumble in hunger. You can’t believe you will skip lunch just because you don’t want to be in that kind of situation.

Sunoo’s smiling face appeared inside your head. A small guilt flickered over you. You know he’s just being friendly and maybe really just trying to make your feel comfortable since you’re new and trying to adjust. But it's not really your personality to became so friendly to strangers easily. You don’t feel comfortable about it.

You opened the random drink that you got from the vending machine and drink it. You have no other choice. You’re really starving but can’t go back to the cafeteria to buy food. Sunoo’s probably there and what will he feel if he knew that the real reason why you lied to him is because you don't want to eat with him?

You laid your head over to the table as you tried to just sleep to forget about your hunger. Minutes passed and your stomach still ache because hunger when suddenly, somebody put something at the table.

Your head raised right away feeling surprised. You're pretty sure you’re far from other students here in the garden so you’re wondering who it was.

Your brows furrowed when you saw Sunoo in front of you. He’s holding this paper bag and he’s now taking out some food. When you two met eyes you saw how his eyes smiled together with his lips.

“It’s not good to skip lunch, specially if you have class later.” he said and gave you some chopsticks to help you eat.

“I-I...” you don’t know what to say.

To see him in front of you smiling made you blush. Is he really this nice? Can somebody be really this nice to a stranger? Well you two aren’t really a complete stranger since you basically know each other's name. But still, you both don’t know much about each other.

"You should eat.” he said chuckling and even handed you a water.

You gulped and blushed really hard. He probably think you’re so stupid for lying or probably think you’re so rude for lying just to avoid eating with him.

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay? Is it the food? You don’t like it?” now, he sounded so worried.

You quickly snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “N-No! I liked it. It’s just I feel bad for lying t-to you.” you bit your lips because you felt embarrassed because of what you did and because of stuttering.

His pout slowly turned into a smile, "Nah, it's okay! I understand. I’m sorry for putting you into that awkward situation.” he started eating his food. Yeah he brought his food here too so you two can eat together. You don’t know but that somehow made something warm spread to your system.

You gave him a small nod, don’t really know what to tell him. You thought to yourself that he’s just so nice and guilt once again took over you. 

“I figured out you still don’t feel comfortable with the people around you since you’re new. I heard you’re new to the town too.” he started the conversation. You started to aid your hunger by the food Sunoo brought for you. He smiled a little feeling relieved that you’re now eating.

“Yeah, we moved in yesterday.” as much as you’re not a fan of conversating with other people, there’s something with Sunoo just makes you comfortable. It feels like it’s safe to talk to him about anything. 

He nodded his head looking at you with amusement. You wanted to chuckle because there’s nothing to be amused about, really. And besides, he looked cute with his cheeks stuffed with food.

“I noticed you’re not really that talkative. Is it because you’re still shy or are you an introvert?” Sunoo then asked still continuing with his food. You looked at him for a while as you eat your food.

“You don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable, y/n.” he shrugged his shoulders off assuring you that it’s completely fine. You let out a sigh before drinking from the water bottle that he handed you over a while ago.

“I’m an introvert and I prefer to be by myself most of the times.” you answered.

Sunoo looked thrilled when he heard you answer. Obviously. the two of you were the complete opposite. When Sunoo loves the attention, you’re not really fond of it. 

“Why? Doesn’t it make you feel lonely?” he asked you curious. The side of your lips lifted up as you heard him ask that. That’s what people usually thought when someone preferred to be alone.

“Not because you prefer to be by yourself meaning you’re lonely.” His mouth fell open for a bit when he heard that. It sound deep and you looked serious as you said those words.

“Well, you’re right.” he even shrugged his shoulders again then continued eating.

“Do you find it hard to adjust right now since you have to move and now you have a new school?” he asked you. Now that he knew you’re an introvert, he’s actually a bit worried because he knew it will be too hard for you to adjust.

“Not really. This isn’t the first time we moved from one place to another.” you said pretty much easier than you expected you could tell it to anybody. You’re actually a bit surprised how you’re talking to Sunoo like it’s just naturally part of your everyday routine.

Sunoo looked surprised when he heard that. “You moved often? Why?” he asked you sounding so curious. To know that you’re not really new in all of this kind of makes him amused.

“My Dad’s work involve him being physically there so we moved together with him.” you tried to explain the situation in the simplest way you can. He nodded his head, looks like he understands it right away.

With a furrowed brows he once again looked at you, “You can just stay in one place tho? It’s less hassle and can help you save money too. Moving is really expensive.” he said.

You lowered your head. He have a point. It is true that moving is stressful and is very expensive. He’s right about that and the stress from adjusting to another place just adds more to the things you have to worry about.

“I can’t find a place I can feel at home anyway. When we moved to a new place, it remains like that to me. It remains new and I can’t find any reason to stay.” you don’t mean anything about you say. you just randomly voiced out what’s inside your head.

Sunoo somehow felt sad about what he just heard. He don’t know but he sort of saw the loneliness in your eyes. He knows you made it clear that you’re not lonely or anything... but something’s just telling him that you are.

He sighed heavily, making you look at him. “Do you want me to tour you around the campus later after class?” he sounded excited.

You blushed once again seeing him smiling brightly at you. Feeling a bit shy and a burden to Sunoo, you were about to say no to him when the bell suddenly rang. Thankfully, you did finish your food and thanks to Sunoo you won’t attend your classes with an empty stomach,

You stood up now fixing your things so you can leave and go home. The classes are now finished and you’re happy you survived your first day in your new school. You thought it would be stressful but it wasn’t that bad.

“You ready, y/n?” your head snapped towards Sunoo when he approached beside you. He finished fixing his things up pretty quickly. And with a clueless expression you starred at him wondering what he’s talking about.

He playfully rolled his eyes and followed it with a chuckle. He can’t believe you forgot about the tour. Some students from your class watched the two of you interact to each other. They never saw Sunoo act so excitedly before. Yeah he’s always energetic but something in him feels different when he’s around you.

“huh?” you asked still clueless.

“I told you I’ll tour you around the campus after class.” he stated that made you remember what he said before the bell rang.

“oh...” your mind trailed over to the thought of how you can say no to him in the nicest way. Sunoo’s been nothing but nice to you so you don’t want to make him feel upset. Besides, he’s the first friend you’ve made here.

“I s-still have things to do at home so I have to be home early.” you tried making up so he can let you go. You’ve been a bother to him ever since lunch. He even bought you food that you tried to pay but he refused hardly. He told you that it’s his way of welcoming you.

He showed you a poker face, “No you don’t! Stop lying. It’s obvious that you can’t lie.” your mouth fell how he easily figured you out.

“I j-just don’t want to bother you.” finally, you admitted him.

He starred at you for a while before he sighed heavily and smiled at you. He extended his hand and messed your hair a bit.

“Nah, it’s fun spending time with you. I want to know you more so come on!” he didn’t let you say anything more but instead he started pulling your arm. You didn’t have any other choice but to go with Sunoo. Besides, it seems like it’s really gonna be fun.

He was smiling brightly as he tour you around the campus. You were right, it was a beautiful school. Before you even realize it, you were laughing comfortably with Sunoo. It’s almost like you two known each other for a long time.

“Don’t your parents ask you if you’re okay with moving or not?” he asked as he handed you the bubble tea that he just ordered for you. Inside a near cafe, you two decided to stop by and maybe take a rest before going home. Touring around tired both of you.

“They ask me of course. My parents were both nice and they don’t want me to have a hard time.” he was carefully watching you while you’re talking. Having him starring at you is surely making you conscious. So you can’t help but to blush from time to time and look away from him.

“And you always tell them that you’re okay with it?” he asked and reached out his hand over you. You stared down seeing that he’s holding a tissue for you to use. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by his small gestures, a smile unconsciously spreads through your face.

You’re actually surprised by how you’re acting right now as well. To think that you just spent almost 3 hours with a person you just met this morning is a news! You even laughed and talked comfortably with him. What kind of witch-craft is this?

“Yeah, I told you I don’t really find any reason to stay at a place.” that’s one thing that people find strange to you. You’re an introvert and don’t get along with people easily but you’re also okay with changes. You think you adapt pretty much quicker than expected.

“I hope you find a reason to stay here in our town.” he said ending it with his bright smile. You were a bit dumbfounded by what he said and you just felt your heart skipped a bit.

Your week in your new school goes on pretty fine. Eventually, you made some friends and Sunoo remained lurking around you. He often spends time with you and sometimes, people find it odd. They think you two just became too close to each other in a fast pace.

It was just days ago that you heard that Sunoo was really popular in your school. No wonder eyes follows the two of you around. Well, that didn’t even shock you so much since you’ve clearly see how attractive and adorable he is. He’s very nice and really get along with people very well.

“y/n! Do you have an answer in our assignment in physics?” he did this cute voice as he went to his seat which is beside you. He was just outside doing club activities and now he came back.

You smirked and pulled out your notebook to hand it to him. His eyes sparkled at the sight of it and surprisingly hugged you out of excitement. Despite of being nice to everybody, Sunoo rarely makes skin-ship so what he did kind of surprised not just you, but also those students that saw what he just did.

He sat down beside you like nothing just happened and started copying your answers. With a blushing face, you heaved out a sigh and started to divert your attention away from the hug. Yeah, you two were getting close but that was the first time that he hugged you.

“You okay?” he innocently asked when he noticed that your face was tinted red. He furrowed his brows getting a bit worried for you.

“Y-yeah, it’s just hot here.” you tried reasoning out and even used your hand to fan yourself. The crease in his forehead got more deeper as he grabbed his water bottle and handed it to you.

Your eyes dropped over his cute blue water jug, “Here, drink water.” he said and your hand unconsciously get it from him. He smiled and even helped you open the cap but he started copying once again.

You gulped feeling your heart beat faster. What is he doing to you? You were completely confused to what’s happening to you. Honestly you have an answer inside your head but you’re trying to shrug it off. You’re not yet ready to admit that to yourself yet.

“Do you think it will be okay, tho?” he asked you as he placed two drinks at your table. It’s lunch time and you planned to just buy yourself a drink once you place your tray at your table but here he is, he bought two drinks already.

You pouted, blushing once again. Sunoo just takes very good care of you. He really do it to the point that your heart really warms up for him. Sunoo sometimes find it odd too because ever since he met you and became close to you, he started acting like this. Like as if he wanted to be by your side all the time. He started buying things for two people, like for example, right now, he unconsciously bought you a drink as well.

“How much?” you asked him ready to pull some bill from your wallet but he showed you his poker face before opening the drink for you then handed it to you.

“Never mind it and start eating instead.” he said seriously and you just shrugged your shoulders and followed what he said.

You two gradually get back to your normal conversations. Students greets Sunoo from time to time whenever those who knows him  (which is a lot) pass by your table. You were slowly getting used to it. Even with those glaring eyes from the girls who have feelings for him were not new to you anymore.

“Where’s Sunoo, y/n? The teachers were looking for him because this is his second day absent.” your head snapped over to one of your classmates one afternoon when she suddenly approached your table and asked that.

Your brows furrowed and shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Why are you asking me?” you were confused why they started looking for Sunoo at you.

She smiled apologetically at you, “Oh.. I’m sorry. I just thought you know since you two were basically very close.” she then exits herself and started walking away.

You sighed heavily and your eyes darted over the vacant chair beside you. You’re actually very worried for Sunoo. Of course, you already sent him a text but he didn’t replied to you. While biting your lower lip, you made up your mind. You’ll go check on him after class just to see if he’s doing fine.

Feeling a bit hesitant you stood right in front of their house. He still didn’t replied or anything to you so that made you worried even more. After letting out a heavy sigh, you stretched out your hand and clicked the doorbell.

It rang and you patiently wait outside while your heart beat faster out of nervous. You were a bit startled when the gate to their house opened and a Sunoo wrapped inside a thick blanket greets you.

Suddenly your nervous was instantly replaced by worry as you saw him as this state. You advanced and quickly put the back of your hand over at his forehead.

“y/n?” he was surprised that you’re at his house.

“You have fever! Are you okay?” that was a dumb question because obviously he isn’t.

With cheeks tinted red, he held your hand and take it off from his forehead. “What are you doing here?” he asked you with furrowed brows.

You pouted kind of not used that he’s not smiling at you. n “I was worried because you’re absent and you’re not replying to my messages as well.” you told him.

His mouth fell open for a while, his hand still holding unto the hand you laid over his forehead.

“I don’t want you catching my cold.” he said trying to distance himself from you.

You smiled and Sunoo eyes settled over at your smiling face. This isn’t the first time he saw you smiling but this actually the first time he actually appreciated how beautiful you look while smiling.

“It’s okay! I don’t get sick easily.” you said trying hard to convince him.

He starred at you for a while and eventually gave in and let you go inside. He lets you go first as he closed the gate behind you. Your mouth fell open as you admire their house when you entered but your brows furrowed.

“Are you alone?” you asked wondering why the house sounded so empty.

Sunoo let himself dropped over the couch, n “My parents left for a business trip.” he said. You nodded your head and went close to him.

Sunoo gulped and sat properly as you walk closer. You leaned down and once again make your hand rest at his forehead. He’s hot. (I mean, have you seen him with a plain white polo----) 

“Did you check your temperature already?” you asked him.

His eyes pierced right at yours and even when you’re feeling weak because of it, you tried not to look away from him. “Yeah, I have a fever.”

You nodded your head at him and even fixed the blanket so it will perfectly cover him. Your gentle touch makes Sunoo blush once again. Thankfully he have a fever so you’ll think his cheeks were red because he’s not feeling well.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“I can’t cook.” of course. You sighed and tied up your hair to keep them away from your face.

“You’ll c-cook for me?” he followed behind you as you made your way over at their kitchen.

“yeah.” and you gave him a smile before checking their fridge to make him some soup.

Sunoo sat down over at one of the stool and your brows furrowed while watching him do it. “What are you doing? Go lay down!” you said walking towards him to make him go down the stool.

“I want to accompany you.” he said refusing.

“You should rest.” you told him but he pouted at you.

“I am resting.” he said while starring right at your eyes. You gulped and both of you blushed when you realized you’ve been starring for a while.

You smiled a little starring at Sunoo’s sleeping state. He looked adorable while having his lips opened a little while asleep. His temperature went down already and he seems okay. You looked over at the blanket that was at the sofa. While looking after him, you fell asleep and he covered you with a blanket.

Now, you woke up and saw him asleep. Sunoo looked handsome always. Sometimes, you even think it’s so unfair how he can look this good even while sleeping? 

You’re glad that he’s okay now. He really made you worried because he’s not responding to you. Feeling somewhat happy because finally, you had helped him for something. He’s always been the one who takes care of you but today, the role was switched and you’re glad you had returned the favor.

Just by thinking about it, Sunoo’s been really caring for you. Doing small things that you really appreciate. He just make sure you know he’s there no matter what and you want to make him feel the same. You want to be there for him too.

Your smile suddenly faltered and faded when you realized that you have feelings for him. Mixed emotions took over your whole system. You don’t know what exactly to do right now. You’re happy and excited for this new emotion you’re experiencing but you’re also afraid as to how he will react when he knew about this.

You know he’s nice and he’s probably used to people liking him but you’re afraid it’ll make your friendship awkward. You’re afraid that he’ll start treating you differently and find it awkward hanging out with you. You don’t know if you can take that.

As you enter the campus, some eyes were already plastered over at you. Even if you’re wondering why, you decided to just shrug it off and decided to just walk silently towards your classroom. As you get closer to your room, eyes were still eyeing you. Feeling very conscious about it, you had no choice but to lower down your head.

You let out a loud sigh when finally, you made it inside. But that’s what you thought. Your classmates eyes were starring at you as well. Feeling flustered once again, you went straight over your chair.

“y/n!” your classmate who sits in front of you turned around to face you. Unlike the other students, her stares were a lot more gentle. You felt somehow relieved. Feeling so lost because of their unusual stares.

“What’s going on? Is it just me or everyone’s looking at me?” you asked her with worried eyes. She smiled, looking a bit excited.

“How can they not stare at you? Have you seen what Sunoo posted?” she asked you giggling. Your head tilted over to the side as your brows furrowed in confusion.

“What post?” 

“He posted a picture of you sleeping in his house! Why are you at his place yesterday?” she sounded excited while you’re dumbfounded. You can’t even make up what’s she’s saying because she was busy processing things inside her head.

Huh? Picture? Of me sleeping? What is it???? You quickly grabbed your phone to check what she’s talking about. You’re eyes grew big when you saw your account with an unusual number of notifications.

As you click one of it, it leads you towards a post with lots of comments and likes. It was Sunoo’s post and your classmate was right. It was a photo of you, sleeping. 

You blushed because of it but you tried really hard not to put so much meaning into it. Maybe he’s just really thankful for you. Yeah, y/n. Maybe that’s just it.

You tried hard to divert your attention away from the post. It was hard since your classmates were still eyeing you even when the class were already starting. They were stealing glances at you. It was frustrating and you don’t know if you should be thankful that Sunoo’s not here yet or what.

“Yah, y/n, right?” You were taken aback when some group of girls approached you while you’re at your usual spot here in the garden. It was your vacant and to avoid the glances of your classmates, you decided to leave the room for a while to go and have some fresh air. 

With furrowed brows you stood up, “Yeah.” you answered feeling a bit nervous.

With faces looking so stern and serious, you already have a guess why they’re here confronting. It’s probably because of Sunoo, right? Of course it’s gotta be because of him.

“What exactly do you have with Sunoo?” the girl in the middle advanced towards you. Feeling intimidated and scared, you stepped backwards but the other girls went behind you cornering you.

“N-Nothing, we’re friends.” you answered stuttering because of fear.

She looked pissed at what you answered, n “Liar! Friends? I always noticed the way you look at him! You like him! Why are you at his house yesterday? You got to be that desperate huh?” she once again advances towards you and even pushed you hardly.

You tried not to fell over the ground because that would be so pathetic. You gulped trying to swallow the lump building up inside your throat. You’re really scared right now and this is the first time this is ever happen in your life.

“I’m saying the truth. And I was at his house because--” you can’t even finish your sentence when a loud slap crashed over your cheeks.

You were dumbfounded and startled by the sudden attack from her. You never experienced things like this so you don’t exactly know what to feel right now. You can’t even move out of surprise! Your cheeks were hurting so bad and you bet it’s really red now.

“Sunoo and I were completely okay and you just entered in our life? How dare you! I can’t accept this!” she was going hysterical. You were confused why she’s even acting like this. You don’t even know her.

When she was about to slap you once again, you decided to close your eyes and just wait for it to land over your cheeks in the second time but it didn’t happen.

You opened your eyes a little trying to take a peak and you saw someone in front of you. As you roam your eyes around, you saw horror in the other girl’s eyes. 

“What do you think are you doing?” it was Sunoo! You were a little confused because he doesn’t sound like Sunoo. He sounded so cold and emotionless.

“S-Sunoo!” the girl looked surprised that he’s in front of you now, protecting you from the girl who slapped you.

“Who told you that you can hurt, y/n?” he asked sternly and shoved away her hand. It was a bit strong so she backed up away from you. Her eyes started to water.

“Sunoo I like you!”

“And I told you, I don’t.” he was quick enough to response to her. It sent chills all over your spine when you heard how cruel he just rejected her. Will that happen to you as well?

“B-But--”

“I don’t want anything like this to happen again, do you hear me? Nobody’s allowed to hurt y/n or else you’ll deal with me.” he said seriously as his hand slowly took reach of yours. He softly held it before he send glares over them then turned around to face you.

His eyes slowly turned soft as he eye your red cheeks and slightly tear stained eyes. He was so worried for you and kind of feel bad that this things were happening because of him.

“Let’s get that fixed, baby.” you can’t even react at what you heard because he already started pulling you towards the clinic and away from those people.

“Thank you.” he smiled a little to the nurse as she handed him ice. You two were left afterwards and you gulped nervously.

You both were silent as you walk there, you didn’t dare to ask what you just heard and he didn’t dare to open up the topic about it too. You thought to yourself that it would be okay to maybe just ignore it. Maybe he was just really worried that it slipped out of his mouth.

“Let me see?”  his hand feels so smooth while holding your face. His eyes were busy checking your red cheeks and his brows was hardly furrowed.

You chuckled a little and tried fixing his forehead. “Why you look so mad?” you asked like a joke to try and make him feel better.

“How can I not be mad? They hurt you.”

“She’s just misunderstanding our friendship.” you said chuckling. Sunoo pulled away as he stood straight. His eyes were now darted over you seriously.

He clenched his jaw then balled his fist. “Y/n.”

You suddenly felt chills ran down your spine as you heard him call your name. Having him call you by your name with serious face surely is different from when he calls you while smiling brightly. Suddenly, you’re nervous.

“H-huh?” you asked.

“Can I be the reason why you want to stay at this town?” he muttered and you saw how his cheeks got tinted red.

“What?” you thought you heard it wrong. Does he mean it like you think he mean it?

He sighed and starred right at your eyes, “Y/n, I have feelings for you.”

Feeling so overwhelmed and dumbfounded by what you just heard, your eyes started to watered as your heart aches. Is this really happening? You were just thinking of how you should tell him about your feelings.

“Are you serious?” 

“Do I look like I’m joking?” 

You stood up and threw yourself at him for a hug. He chuckled and felt his heart race as he burry his face over your neck inhaling your familiar scent.

“Now, you don’t have to leave anymore because I’ll be the reason for you to stay.” you pulled off the hug and leaned closer to Sunoo letting both of your noses to touch each other.

“I would love to stay.” you muttered before he leaned closer to kiss you passionately at your lips.

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Casual Ruin pt. 4 (Elriel)

Elain’s part of the Damnation Series

~Elain~

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” 

That’s what I’m supposed to say, right? That’s what they say in movies, I think. Does it count if it isn’t in Italian?

I rub a hand across my forehead, shaking my head at myself. I’m not even religious. I haven’t been to church since I grew out of the pastel pink Easter dress my mother used to love forcing me into.

Yet here I am, sitting in a dark, hot box, attempting to confess my sins.

I think I’m losing it. 

Five days with no Azriel, and I’m turning to religion.

The dark shadow on the other side of the confessional doesn’t help me in the slightest or even tell me if I’m doing this right. He just sits in silence and waits for me to pour my heart and soul out.

So I say, in an embarrassingly shaky tone, “Well, I... I’ve been sleeping with someone.”

That gets me a low hm.

“Someone I shouldn’t have.” Before he can get the wrong idea, I blurt, “He’s not married or anything. At least, I don’t think so. God, what if he’s married? Oh, I probably shouldn’t say God’s name in vain in church. Sorry.”

Father gives a deep sigh, and I take that to mean I should hurry up. “Anyway, he’s just... not a good guy. I won’t confess his sins for him, but believe me, he’s committed his fair share.”

Still nothing. 

I think he’s waiting for the actual confession part of this thing.

So I say the words I’ve been trying to fight for the last five days. “I told him I don’t want to see him anymore, but I don’t think... I don’t think that’s really true.”

Another hm, this time more thoughtful. 

“I keep thinking about him, all the time. Even though I know it’s wrong. He’s like a tumor.”

There’s a huff, like he’s amused. 

“I’m worried I’m not a good enough person to say away from him,” I murmur quietly, which is the understatement of the century. 

I know I’m not, which is why I’m here. 

I’m pre-confessing, because if the way Azriel’s been on my mind the past couple of days is any indication, it’s only a matter of time before I get desperate enough to call him and tell him his... occupation doesn’t change things.

There’s a bit of a pause, like he doesn’t know how to reply, and then for the first time, I get an actual response. In a very thick, very German accent, the... priest? replies, “His sins are not yours.”

He’s taking the stance opposite of what I thought he would, but that’s a good point. Good enough I don’t bother asking myself why a German priest is in an Italian church.

“True, but if I stay with him, aren’t I condoning them? Don’t they become mine?”

“His sins are not yours,” he repeats.

Helpful.

I’m about to ask for a little bit of actual advice when he asks, “Do you regret it?”

“No,” I answer almost immediately, knowing that no matter how much I hate what Azriel does, I could never regret the time I spent with him.

He’s silent, probably thinking of my punishment for being such a scheming harlot.

I’ll likely have to do a million hail Mary’s once this conversation is over.

But instead of telling me I’m going to hell, he surprises me by asking, “So you plan to sleep with him again?”

There was something familiar about the tone of his voice, but I don’t know anyone German, so I don’t ponder it for long. His question doesn’t require pondering, either.

“No,” I answered with fake certainty, even though the thought of never having Azriel’s calloused hands all over me makes me unspeakably sad.

“Are you sure? Forgiveness from the Lord requires... repentance.”

I sigh at that, hesitating even though I shouldn’t. “I’m sure. No matter how much I want to or think about it, I can’t.”

“I think you should.”

My mouth drops open, not only because the words he just said or the sudden disappearance of his accent, but because the screen separating me from the man on the other side of the confessional drops, revealing the bane of all my problems.

Azriel sticks a cigarette between his full lips, lights it casually, and smiles the devil’s smile. 

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I demand, barely resisting the urge to fling myself over to his side and strangle him.

“Listening to a very insincere confession.” Even though I narrow my eyes in the most threatening gesture I can make, he continues, “You know, if you feel like you need punishing, I can always take you over my knee.”

A strange tingle shoots through me and makes my spin straighten, but I ignore it and glare at him harder.

“You shouldn’t be here.” I look him over, ignoring how good it is to see him and asking, “Aren’t you worried you’re going to catch on fire?”

He grins, blowing smoke around him. “If I’m the devil, does that make you my angel?”

“I’m not your anything.”

He just watches me and smokes his cigarette, something I’m sure is frowned upon in church. Probably right beneath sneaking into a private confessional. 

“Are you even religious?”

My lips twitch as I lie and say, “Recently converted.”

Azriel braces his arms in the small hole of the wall between us, looking unconvinced. “Yeah? What are the Ten Commandments?”

My head tilts as my eyes narrow. “I don’t know them all, but I have to believe one is about not killing people.”

“Number six,” he tells me, surprising me with the fact that he knows that. “You know, there’s also one about not stealing. And I happen to know for a fact you stole my sunglasses that day we were on the beach.”

Comparing those two sins is so ridiculous, a laugh bubbles out of me. He killed someone, yet by his logic I’m just as bad a sinner.

I knew this religion thing wasn’t for me.

“Why are you here, Azriel?” I ask, trying to get back to normal footing.

He takes so long to respond, I’m almost convinced he isn’t even going to bother. He runs a hand across his jaw, through his hair. Looks around at the plain little booth. Smokes some more.

When I’m about to give up and just leave, he says quietly, “I can’t stop thinking about you, either.”

My heart starts to pick up pace. “Yeah?”

I know I shouldn’t encourage this conversation, but hearing that he thinks about me the way I think about him... it means something to me.

“Yeah,” he agrees after a few moments, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. 

It falls silent, and something grows in the silence, building between us until all I’m aware of are the small sweeps of his thumb against my cheekbone. 

I don’t know if he pulls me forward or if I take the step myself, but suddenly I’m right in front of him, our faces lined up through the small hole in the wall.

There’s a Bible in a little cubby that’s pressing into my stomach, and I’m sure there’s no better sign to resist sin than literal scripture digging into you, but I can’t bring myself to care.

It’s been less than a week without him, but it’s like my body is touched starved. The single inch where we’re connected is a live wire, and I close my eyes, trying to figure out what we were even talking about.

Releasing a tense breath that sounds a whole lot like relief, he slides his hand to the nape of my neck and leans his head to rest against mine. 

“Fuck,” he says, like it’s an all-encompassing statement and not a single word. “Come back to me, carro.”

He smells like rain and smoke and something dangerous I never understood until now, and it’s so intoxicating I almost lose myself. Brushing my nose against his, I breathe him in over and over, never getting used to it. “You want me?”

A nod, so small it’s almost imperceptible. But it’s there, and we both know it. 

Making sure my lips brush his, I lean in and whisper, “Then beg for me.”

He goes still, tension coming to rest in the hands still gripping my nape.

See, I realized something in the five days since I last saw him. 

He wants me to say that him being in the mafia doesn’t change anything, confess to lying about it in the first place, and beg him to fuck me, yet hasn’t even apologized for lying to me in the first place.

Sure, I lied, but he got us in this mess, not me.

So he gets to beg.

Azriel pulls back, and there’s such dark depths in his eyes that I shiver. “What did you just say?”

I don’t respond, because I don’t need to. We both know he heard me. 

He releases me with a huff, stepping back and practically growling, “No.”

Raising an eyebrow, I challenge, “Why is it different? You want me to confess to lying about saying that what you do changes things? Fine. I confess, Azriel. I have feelings for you that, whether or not I like it, outweigh the moral part of me that tells me to run in the opposite direction.”

Despite how casually I say it, that realization almost breaks me to admit. 

I realized it when he popped up in this booth, looking every bit the villain and completely making my day. Wrong or not, he makes me happy.

“You have my confession, but you know what? I want yours.”

He shakes his head, seeming to not understand, so I elaborate. “I want you to actually apologize for lying to me. I want you to admit that you put me in an impossible situation, then acted like it wasn’t a big deal. And I want you to beg for my forgiveness.”

The muscles in his jaw are clenched so hard I don’t think he can even open his mouth, but he manages to say, “That will never happen.”

Something inside my chest collapses, so suddenly and painfully I can’t hardly breathe. I hadn’t realized how much I needed it until now, how much it actually meant to me. 

The fact that he won’t make that compromise for me threatens to send my emotions scattering, so I stiffen my spine and force the words out.

“Then we’re done.”

He smacks a hand against the wall of the booth but doesn’t say anything, not even as I fling open the door and flee. 

I rush through the thankfully empty pews and outside, right into a downpour. 

The urge to laugh rises as I become instantly soaked, my dress sticking to me and my hair flattening to my head. It isn’t funny, and would be considered normal any other time or place, but we’ve had a month of paradise without a single rainy day. 

Until right now. It’s almost like the sky’s mood matches mine. 

Practically running, I make my way towards the townhouse. At least it’s close, I think as I hurry. If it was far away I’d probably collapse in a side alley and just let the rain wash me away. 

When I reach the door, unlocking it in a hurry, I feel someone walk up behind me. Stepping inside, I turn to see Azriel staring down at me.

Rain washes over the planes of his face, and while I probably look like a wet rat, he looks like something out of a movie.

"Why do you need this?” he asks, the anger thick in his voice. 

“Why do you?”

He doesn’t make a move to come in, practically ignoring the rain as he asks in a dry tone, “You mean why do I need to hear that what I do and have done--that this fucking life I was forced into--doesn’t make me a monster?”

“Azriel-”

“Because you’re the one person in this entire goddamn world who knows me.”

I give him a look that conveys how little I believe that. 

I don’t know anything about him. That’s the problem.

He shakes his head. “You know who I could’ve been, Elain.” 

It’s my turn to shake my head, because I don’t understand.

He seems to make the decision of whether or not to tell me at once, saying, “Who I could’ve been if I hadn’t been born into a sadistic fucking family who beat the shit out of me for existing.”

Raw anguish lines his voice, and I stop breathing, stop thinking. 

“You know who I wanted to be, who I dreamed of being, when I was in the hospital with a fractured skull or in lockup for stealing a car to run away.” He throws a hand out, yelling, “I didn’t ask for this shit! I wanted to be who I am with you. But when someone came and said they could get me out of the life I knew would kill me, I fucking said yes. And I don’t regret it.”

Tears are streaming down my face, mixing with the rain bouncing off the door. I never knew. “Azriel...”

“The day my older brother took a hammer to my hands because I scratched his CD was the last time I apologized. And I haven’t begged for anything since I was old enough to know better.”

There’s a set to his jaw, a hardness in his body I’ve never seen. “But none of this shit even matters, and it isn’t an excuse, because you’re right.”

The rain comes somehow harder, almost drowning us, but I’m rooted to this spot.

Especially as Azriel slowly lowers himself to his knees, right there on the threshold of the door. 

“I’m sorry, Elain. I’m sorry I lied to you and put you in this position and acted like an ass about it. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I shake my head again, whispering, “Stop.”

I can’t bear for him to be like this after hearing what he said, can’t bear to be the reason for the strain in his voice.

He doesn’t listen. Just looks up at me with such open, deep eyes I almost choke. “Please.”

A sob escapes me as I make the decision instantly, falling to my knees and throwing myself at him.

He grunts as we collide, but I capture the sound with my mouth, seeming to take him off guard as I kiss him without abandon.

His hair is like wet silk between my fingers, and I realize the door’s still open and that rain is still getting everywhere, but I don’t care about anything but him.

His hands grip my waist, holding me steady, as I kiss him until I’m breathless, until I know he’ll believe me. 

“You’re not a monster,” I tell him, pulling back to palm either side of his face. “I know you, and I know you’re not a monster.”

He leans in again, but I keep going, knowing that he needs to hear this as much as I need to say it.

“I decided before I saw you today that what you do doesn’t change things for me. I just want you.” 

The knowledge of how deep we’re in this settles between us, growing into something undeniable as we stare at each other.

This time, when he kisses me again, I don’t stop him.

We fall over, him landing on top of me, and roll until we’re far enough inside that he can kick the door closed.

It’s silent besides the sound of our breathing, the rain pounding against the windows, and the deep, wet slide of our mouths coming together.

I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls back long enough to rip it off. His skin’s hot compared to the cool water all over us, and I’m dizzy on the feel of him. I feel like I can’t get enough, can’t have him fast enough.

His hands are rough against me, tilting my head where he wants it, gripping my hips, putting my arms above my head.

Reaching between us, he fists the thin fabric of my dress, and then there’s a ripping sound I don’t even care to protest because now his skin’s against mine, and I don’t think anything has felt better.

A thumb on my jaw pushes my head to the side, and then his mouth is on my neck and he’s kissing me over the spot where my pulse flutters as proof of my pounding heart. 

I tug his belt open, and he toes his boots off, pulling back to finish getting rid of his jeans then settling back over me.

I tilt my hips up, not able to take the wait anymore, but he has more self control, taking the time to kiss my throat, my jaw, the tip of my nose.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you. Please, Azriel.”

He’s inside me with the next breath, filling me so deeply I can’t think. 

“Merda,” he curses, forehead dropping to mine. “Questa figa e stata fatta per me.”

The dirty words just make me burn hotter. 

Or maybe it’s the fact that I have one of the most dangerous men in the world between my thighs, waxing poetic about sex with me.

His teeth tug on my earlobe, and I arch up into him, making him sink deeper in me. 

“Dimmi- shit,” Azriel chuckles, almost like he didn’t realize he wasn’t speaking English. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Knowing that won’t happen, I nod and open my mouth to ask him to hurry up with it.

But I never get the chance, because the next second, he’s pulling out and slamming into me so hard I slide across the floor. I don’t get far, because one arm goes under my head to grip my shoulder and the other lifts my leg to keep it in place. 

And then he starts to move.

His hips hit mine hard enough to bruise, his mouth is demanding against mine, and his grip on my shoulder is unshakeable. It’s rough and restrictive and something I never knew I needed.

He’s turned me into this wanton, thoughtless thing, and all I can do is burn and burn and pray I survive. 

A moan escapes me with every thrust, almost like he’s pushing them out of me, and I know I’m loud enough the sweet old lady next door will hear, but I can’t stop. 

“You have to be quiet, or this’ll be over before I’m ready,” he warns in a breathy voice that makes it even harder to keep quiet.

It gets worse as he starts to repeatedly hit the spot only he’s been able to find, like he’s in perfect sync with my body. 

“Fuck, Azriel,” I moan, losing my mind at how good he feels against me. 

I try to fight it off, try to prolong this longer, but one of his hands slips to my throat. And as he lightly squeezes the sides, the blood rushes through me in a heady current, I come so hard I almost pass out.

Shaking beneath him, I release a loud moan he covers my mouth to stifle. When he pulls it away, I see slight indentations and realize I must’ve bit him. 

I make a note to apologize later. Even if the way his eyes go almost black tells me he isn’t mad about it. 

I’m almost comatose, but he isn’t even finished. He just grits his teeth, pauses to throw my leg over his shoulder, and keeps going.

My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and trying to keep him exactly where he is, doing exactly what he’s doing.

Thunder breaks outside, but it isn’t loud enough to mask the sound of us coming together or the moans he’s no longer masking.

Despite my body being sensitized and exhaused, when he cups my cheek, kisses me softly, and says, “Come with me,” I do.

He groans, hips churning messily against mine, as release finds us both. My legs shake, squeeze his waist like a vice, then go limp. 

All of me does, actually. I’m boneless and pliant and couldn’t move if I was paid to.

Azriel isn’t much better off, collapsing on top of me and suffocating me with his warm weight. 

“Holy shit,” I whisper after a moment, smiling at the amused huff he lets out. 

Air starts to become hard to find, so he rolls off me, then sits to lean his back against the door.

“We’re on the floor,” he says, almost like he didn’t even notice before now.

I shrug, not caring in the slightest. “I can’t move, so we’re going to have to stay here.”

He chuckles, something entirely male in his eyes as he looks at me. My cheeks grow warm as he looks at the complete mess at apex of my thighs and murmurs, “Fuck, that’s pretty.”

“You are so inappropriate,” I mumble, covering my face with my hands.

Nodding his agreement, he grips my hips and practically drags me on top of him. “You like it, though,” he teases, putting a sweet kiss to my lips. 

“I do,” I admit, kissing him again. 

Something brushes against my thigh, and I look down between us, then raise a brow. I knew he had stamina, but this is...

“Consider it making up for lost time.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, and he smiles, one of those full, beautiful smiles I’m helpless to resist. 

I know everything’s complicated now and I know he does horrible things, but when he smiles at me like that, it’s hard to care about anything except how happy he makes me. Right or wrong, good or bad, there’s something between us I’m powerless against. 

“It’s been five days,” I remind him, running my hands up his chest and into his hair. “Better get started.”

~

The floor. The wall. The stairs. The shower.

He gives me a tour of my own house, fucking me on every inch of available space. 

I’m just as much to blame, I guess. Any time he tries to do anything besides me, I tug him back, unable to stop myself. 

He’s the drug I’m happily overdosing on, and fuck, does it feel good.

When we finally end up in bed hours later, I expect to immediately pass out. He definitely looks tired, and I’m sure I’m not much better, considering the amount of... activity my body’s been through tonight.

But despite the lingering exhaustion, we lay there, just looking at each other.

There’s still so much left unsaid, so many unanswered questions and untold stories, but I don’t want to ruin the moment by talking, much less asking questions, so I stay quiet.

His lips twitch, almost like he can see what I’m thinking.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he murmurs a second later, proving that thought correct. “I won’t lie to you again.”

I nod, thinking of what I want to ask first. 

I also think about the pain in his eyes earlier, when he gave me that piece of himself. I don’t ever want to be the cause of that pain, so I ask something I assume is unrelated. 

“Who was the man I hit with the wine bottle?”

The corner of his lips tip up. “That was Luca. I guess you could say he’s my friend, but more officially he’s my Underboss. We worked our way up through the ranks together.”

“You’ve known him a long time then?”

He nods, propping his head up with an arm. “We were in prison together.”

Questions bloom, but I don’t want to pry, so-

“I was sentenced to three years for grand theft auto and another for assaulting the cop who booked me. Luca was in for intent to sell.” 

At my blank look, he says, “Drugs, Elain.”

“Oh.” I feel stupid as hell, so I deflect by asking, “You were cellmates?”

“No,” he laughs, running a hand over his jaw thoughtfully. “But after he saved my ass from getting jumped one day, we stuck together.”

It’s quiet until I ask, “How’d you get out?”

“Well, this was in Chicago-” 

My eyes grow wide as I cut him off. “You’re from Chicago? You’re American?” 

He laughs at the disbelief in my voice, nodding while my brain explodes. He’d never told me, but I’d just assumed he was born in Sicily. 

“Anyway, this was in Chicago. I was seventeen, but got tried as an adult because of my record with juvie. I spent two years inside, then the Capo there just showed up one day and told me he could get me out.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he says, rolling on his back and looking up at the ceiling. “I remember it like it happened yesterday. He’s only three years older than me, but he was wearing a two-thousand dollar suit and had everything I didn’t. He said he needed someone to work for him, to do the shit no one wanted to.”

Sliding closer, I prop my head up with a hand. “And that was you?”

“He said he looked at my records and that I had potential.” He laughs, almost unbelieving. “I was nothing more than an angry fuckup from the south side, and he said I had potential. He said he knew who my father and brothers were and could help me get revenge. I knew it was crazy, but I said yes. On the condition Luca got out, too.”

My eyebrows go up as he says, “We were out the next day.”

“Powerful friends,” I mutter. 

He toys with the ends of my hair, slight smile on his face.

“I worked in Chicago for about a year, then was sent here. He said he needed someone over here he could trust. My family’s Italian, so I knew the language, and with my baggage, I wanted out of the city anyway.” He takes a deep breath, running his hand down my arm. “So I moved here and worked my way up.”

He picks my hand up, measuring the difference between our palms.

“And now you’re Capo.”

“Mmhm.” 

Tugging my hand, he pulls me closer, burying his head in my neck and inhaling. 

“I have the Capo of the Sicilian Mafia in my bed,” I remark almost unbelievingly, making him laugh.

He shifts to lay down, holding me in his arms, and I marvel at how small and delicate I feel with him. My head’s against his chest, and he’s curled around me, making me sigh. 

“The Capo is a snuggler,” I murmur, running my hands across the smooth expanse of his back and smiling when he makes a low sound of contentment.

“I haven’t slept the past five days,” he tells me. “I couldn’t sleep without you in my bed. You have no idea how much it pissed me off at the time.”

Laughing, I snuggle closer. He’s so big and warm, and I’m so tired. 

Eyes struggling to stay open, I realize I never told him something. 

“You’re forgiven,” I whisper. 

I feel his lips on my brow, kissing me so gently my heart clenches. And I swear I hear him say something, but I’m soo tired to stay awake to hear it.

I fall asleep in his arms, and even though he’s dangerous and everything I should hate, it’s the most peaceful I’ve ever felt.

I’ve said the past month with him has felt like a fairy tale, and that’s true. 

Maybe just not with the knight in shining armor, but with the villain instead.

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stole a couple lines from Danielle Lori

Part 5

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Blanket Of Lavender Scent

-> Pairing : Jimin x Reader

-> Genre : fluff fluff!, fluffy Jiminie, extra clingy Jimin cause he missed you a lot, Jimin wants cuddles, lavender and vanilla scented tees are perfect for eachother

-> Summary : After two weeks of attending meetings in a business trip Jimin is finally home and craves for your attention but you want to simply watch a movie..

-> Word count : 2.334K

-> A/N here's a Jimin one shot for y'all to enjoy until I actually finish writing the first chap of Jimin's series. Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Song recs ( to make your reading time more fun) - Serendipity\Serendipity instrumental - Jimin

Around 7pm 

You sit on the large sofa and look outside the window, the chilly weather outside making the window glass a bit blurry. Judging on how the weather is getting colder day by day you thought it wouldn’t even take one full day for the snowflakes to start decorating the window panes. An uncomfortable silence took over the apartment. Only the clock ticking could be heard. You kept glancing from the clock to the entrance door thinking if time slowed down. Diverting your gaze towards your phone you think perhaps his flight has been delayed or maybe he’s stuck in traffic. He did say that he would visit you first after stepping out from the airport. Did that bastard lie to me? there are possibilities of him lying to you based on how he loves seeing you get angry and all pouty, well yes you are indeed angry now. Just when you were about to call him the doorbell rang making you quickly get up from your seat and run towards the door. 

“What took you so long?!!-- “ You slightly shout as soon as you open the door but become silent when you notice  there’s no one in the doorway. you step out a bit and look to the corridor on your right but there was no one. You were about to turn around to check your left when two big arms wrapped around your waist, back hugging you. Your breath hitched but later relaxed when the familiar lavender cologne hit your nose. Your favourite scent of all time. Resting his chin on your shoulder he whispers in your ear, “missed me?” You brought your hand towards his and started fiddling with the silver promise ring he was wearing. You had the same one too. “no,” you whispered back to him making him give a small sweet laugh followed with a peck on your cheek. “Says the person who kept texting me to come back quickly.” He said while tightening the hug, your cheeks now warm with a soft rosy blush. OH hell YESS you missed him! But maybe he missed you more. Or maybe both of you missed eachother equally. You break free from his arms and turn around to look at him now for real not through video calls. His blonde soft fluffy bangs covering his forehead, his eyes turning to crescent moons  as soon as the corner of his lips turned up. “Jimin..” you take hold of his hand,(more like a sweater paw holding another sweater paw A/N : thaT’S sO cUtE uWu ok um back to the story AhEM)  “lets go inside” you pull him inside your comfy apartment and close the door. 

“Why does two weeks feel like two months” Jimin chuckles while saying , leaning on the back of the couch seeing your busy back as you take hold of a mug and pour in the peach juice which you made. (Jimin loveeeeesss the peach drinks you makes , he loves you too ;) ) Handing him the mug you speak, “maybe cause we never went without seeing each other over five days.”  Taking a sip from his favourite drink he replies “four days was the highest.” “It could have been if you didn’t ditch me for your video game,” you rolled your eyes making your way to the couch, Jimin following you with a pout and murmuring ‘it wasn’t my fault that I forgot, Jungkook and Taehyung practically went on their knees to make me play with them”  your lips break into a small smile but quickly went to poker face, you missed his whining and ofcourse that smoll pout. You looked on your side to see Jimin waddling like a duckling towards you before sitting down on the couch and pulling you on his lap, hugging you by your waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your vanilla scent. 

“why are you late?” you ask, playing with his soft hair. “I lost my suitcase.” 

“stop joking” 

“I’m not” . 

You look down at his face, a bit innocence can be seen in his eyes. You scoff in disbelief bringing your hands to yourself from his shoulder.

Okay he’s not joking . 

You get up from his lap and sit a bit far from him (not too far though). “Y/N....?” Jimin shakes you by your shoulder but you don’t response . “Is my Y/N-ie angwy?” Jimin asks in a cute way in hopes of melting your anger away. He knew damn well that your anger doesn’t stand a chance against his cuteness. There was a moment of silence. Jimin kept poking your arm and kept calling your name but seeing no response he started slightly slapping your arm while giving his own background music and THAT’S when you snapped. “Are you- are you a kid?!!? HOW CAN YOU LOOSE A SUITCASE AGAIN YOU FU---” you stop when your eyes meet his puppy eyes. I shouldn’t have raised my voice dangit. Jimin’s lips curled to a pout and he stared at you like a baby about to burst into tears. You were having human glitch, you cleared your throat and sat down normally infront of him instead of standing on the couch. “Bu-but I found it again after asking the customer service system for help..” he said with a pout while fiddling with his fingers. You knew well that the stuttering was an act afterall you’ve been together for more than a year now. Your anger over Jimin loosing his suitcase would sound dramatic to many people but your anger ofcourse had reasons. This might be the 20th time he lost his suitcase ( the only difference today is that he found it again). Everytime he looses he buys MORE THAN EXPENSIVE ones and and like his suitcase contains his clothes??? files and documents too??? Does he have the Namjoon disease now?

You heave out a sigh once seeing him still sitting with a pout and stealing glances at you. You move towards him and lean in to leave a small kiss on his pouty lips. You pull away and found jimin following your lips, he definitely wants more. You chuckle and pat his head “be careful with your things from next time kay?” Jimin is like a lost friendly puppy but when it came to work he would become a wolf seconds. If anyone hears about his clumsiness they would start doubting if he’s really the CEO of the 2nd most popular and big company in the country. He snaked his hand around your waist pulling you closer, using his other free hand to tug a loose strang of your hair behind your ear then he proceeded with caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I promise I’ll be careful from next time, love” he whispered as his eyes travelled down to your lips. He slowly started leaning in BUT BUT you felt like TEASING him :) You pushed away his hand and got up from sitting making your boyfriend frown and... unhappy... “Why the pizza ain’t here yet?” you question yourself seeing the clock it was about time for your pizza order to arrive. Jimin ofcourse didn’t give a damn about pizza. He just wanted you, close to him. He tried holding your hand and pulling you towards him but your quick sensing ability made you walk away saying that you better start taking out plates for the meal, loud enough for your now grumpy and pouty boyfriend to hear. He stands up mumbling some rubbish under his breath, scoffs towards you before walking towards your room to grab a blanket knowing that you would want to watch a movie while having dinner. Jimin obviously has different plans. CUDDLESS!!

Time Skip ~ 

Lights off, all cuddled up sitting infront of the tv screen. You both wrapped around a blanket, Jimin’s arms wrapped around, his chin resting on your shoulder, his toe grazing yours. Although you both were stuck like glue to eachother Jimin wasn’t that happy. The pout on his face didn’t really get noticed by you as you were too focus on the movie playing infront of you. Out of excitement of spending time with you after a long time he forgot your love for the marvel series and clicked on the play button. Sigh. “Y/N..” Jimin trails off nuzzling to you. you hum  as a response to which he sighed ( might be the 30th sigh since the movie started) “ baby look at me..” he says giving you a peck under your ear. “What is it?” you ask in a voice that speaks ‘ I’m not that interested in what you’re about to say.’ “You acted like you were about to take a plane and come to me when I was away but now you’re not even giving slight look to me” he whines removing the blanket away and sitting up straight but your face still fixated on the tv screen. “ I doubt you even missed me hmph “ his chest went up and down as he folded his arms and looked away from you, guess he shouldn’t have done that cause the second he looked away you looked at him. You couldn’t help but stiffle a smile at the sight of his puffed cheeks. You tried unfolding his arms but instead he swatted your hand away. “ Ofcourse baby i missed you” you cooed to him to which he replied with “you’re a bad girlfriend.” You just laughed before going “oh my godd the war started!” and focusing back to the tv. Jimin scoffed in disbelief once seeing you. He never once hated a tv this much. He once again leaned on your shoulder ( angry or not he can’t stay away from you). Muttering a no to himself he moved away from you and leaned on the couch hand. Even though his whole being was itching to feel your warmth his ego kept him away. But your lips forming a smile didn’t go unnoticed by him.

25 minutes before the ending of the movie

You stretched your arms and looked at your now sleeping fluff ball boyfriend beside you. He must be tired from the journey. He is tired but still wanted to spend time with you. A sudden hint of guilt hit you as you got reminded of his whining to turn your attention on him. You leaned towards him and gently brushed his bangs away AND--- OH HE’S NOT SLEEPING. You blink a couple of times staring at his face when you realize he’s trying to not smile. Jimin you sly fox. You were about tell him to stop acting when a sudden idea popped up in your head making you smirk to yourself. You move back from him and fake a yawn, pretending sleepy you say to yourself knowing he’s hearing, ”what to do I was planning on giving Jiminie hugs and kisses but he is already sleeping” you spare a glance at him and saw him frowning. You stood up before saying “ I should go to bed as well,” before you could take a step forward his hand pulled you back making you fall on top of him, your hands on his chest supporting you from not falling flat on his face as his arms snaked around your waist hugging you. “You are not going anywhere,” he whispered scanning your features. Your heart beat picked up its speed due to the very small distance between both of you. You have experienced ‘no gap between eachother’ before a lot of times but still to this day you never got to get used to the tension. “I thought you were sleeping..” you say while brushing his soft hair locks away from his eyes. Without saying much Jimin just used his hand to push your head forward as he leaned in as well , connecting both of your lips. This wasn’t just a small kiss or peck , this time it was an actual kiss he wanted to share with you since his arrival here. You craved for it too but didn’t show. Jimin sat up straight before making you comfortably sit on his lap. He broke the kiss for a couple of seconds to whisper “I missed you..” you whispered back “ I missed you too” before joining lips again. Both of your lips fitted eachother perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Your surrounding seemed to have gotten more sweeter due to the lavender smell on Jimin. He smelled like lavender and honey and you loved it. Both of you were enjoying the moment when.....YOU HAD TO GET INTERRUPTED :)) Your phone screen lighted up with the name ‘mom’ on the display as the ringtone took over the comfortable silence making you two break away from eachother. You sigh as Jimin groaned. You were about to reach for the phone when jimin stopped you, he hugged you tightly and said “let’s just continue” with pleading eyes. “Let me just receive the call..” 

“no no no you are finally giving your attention to me I don’t want you to look away” he whined shaking his head.

“If I don’t receive--

“I HATE phones, moms and televisions they keep stealing my Y/N away from me” he pouts, you laugh seeing him get so clingy.

“Why don’t they understand ?!!! Y/N IS MINE!!” he shouts out of frustration and the phone goes to silence at once indicating the call ended. He didn’t get himself for shouting suddenly but he just wanted you to only look at him. “You didn’t had to get worked up babe,” you chuckle to which he reply “your mom is thinking you’re asleep if not then tell her tomorrow you were sleeping.” he say giving a sheepish smile “now where were we?” he asked before attacking you with kisses making you laugh from ticklish feeling. “Ji-Jimin stop it tickles!” the apartment soon gets filled with both yours and Jimin’s laughter and giggles. 

“If you try waking up before me tomorrow I’m going to make sure you don’t get to shower tomorrow” he says playing with your promise ring. “what kind of threat is that?” you ask not getting him. He just simply replied with 

“I love you”

“love you too... Jimin”

[starshine583]

New Girl on the Block (13)

(Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!!! I’d say that this is a gift for the day, but this is my usual update time lol please enjoy the new chapter anyway! There’s also a mini series connected to this called Journal Entries :D)

Ch.1 / Ch.12 / Ch.14  (ao3)

Chapter 13: I’ll Make You a Deal

Lila stalked the halls of Dupont, doing her best to hide her scowl as she massaged her temples. When she offered to take Marinette’s job as Class President, she hadn’t realized how much extra work she was dumping onto herself. She thought that the title was just that: a title. Nothing more. Nothing less. Sure, she would have to verify a few things, acknowledge her classmates’ opinions towards the school system, and speak out about it as a representative towards them, but that was all. She didn’t expect it to rearrange her entire schedule towards life! Her head was pounding from the late nights of filing student complaints, her back ached from carrying this stupid binder around, and her wrist still twinged with pain from signing too many papers at once. It was ridiculous!

Lying to Bustier about those forms didn’t make it any easier either. Instead of getting to make minor additions to the papers Marinette had already written, she now had to rewrite all of the forms herself. The entire process was a nightmare, and Lila couldn’t escape. If she lied again and said that Marinette gave the forms back, that would be glorifying the girl, and she refused to do that. However, if she lied and said that she simply found the forms again, it would not only make her look suspicious, but also incompetent. She couldn’t have either of those descriptions attached to her person. 

So, that left her with the agonizing option of filling them out again herself. She tried to push it onto Alya, and for the most part, she succeeded. The red-head filled out a good half before handing them back, but that still left Lila with the other half. Thus, she’s spent the last three nights in a row doing nothing but signing form after form after form. The fact that she had to use Marinette’s forms as reference only made it worse. She could practically hear the ravenette laughing at her every time she glanced over the original paperwork. It was utterly humiliating.

And don’t get her started on the amount of requests or complaints that she had to file. Everyday her classmates came to her asking for this or that or “could you change this about our classroom?”. Sometimes they would talk about the seats being too hard or the fact that they didn’t have enough recess or how the stairs were too far apart and someone could trip. Then- oh, then -there were the class trips. One request was a literal trip to Greece. Greece! Did they think she or the school was just made of money? How can they possibly be this greedy or entitled? How was Marinette able to handle it all so easily? She made it look like it was nothing!

Lila clenched her fists at her side, her nails digging into her skin. Even after running from the school with her tail between her legs, Marinette was still acting as a sharp, irritating thorn in Lila’s side. 

Sparkling laughter interrupted her thoughts, and Lila turned to the two boys standing outside of the library entrance. Adrien Agreste, the golden child of the school, and Nino, his little sidekick- as far as Lila was concerned -appeared to be chatting mindlessly on their way back to class, which was typical. Adrien was always talking with somebody now-a-days. That was another problem of hers. 

When Marinette first left, Adrien became distraught and distant. He began muttering to himself and not listening in class, dismissing everyone with a hum and a nod. The other students berated him for the behavior, wonderfully captured in Lila’s beautifully crafted web of words, but he hardly heard them. Or if he did, he didn’t care. He continued to write things in his notebook that certainly weren’t lesson notes and run his hand through his hair with frustration when he hit some sort of wall. 

It was irritating, of course, but nothing Lila hadn’t expected. Marinette was supposed to be his “very good friend”, after all. She would have been surprised if he hadn’t mourned the loss. What she didn’t anticipate, though, was the way he bounced back. 

It had to have happened a little over two weeks after Marinette left, because Lila remembered finally starting to feel comfortable in her new role of being able to lie unchallenged. She was spewing some crap about Marinette sending her mean messages, making sure her tears looked real enough and her sobs were believable, when Adrien decided to jump into the conversation. He flashed her a bright smile and, in the kindest voice she’d ever heard, asked her for the texts that Marinette had sent.��

The question alone had surprised her, considering the fact that he hadn’t really spoken to anyone in a while, but that smile he held was really the thing to set her on edge. It was simply too sweet-looking for someone who had just indirectly asked for proof of her story, especially when they both knew that she was lying. 

She couldn’t understand the change. He’d been cowering in the corner for the last two weeks, and yet that day, he was out for blood on her account. Why? What was the difference between the last two weeks and that day? She still doesn’t know. 

Adrien’s determination towards outing her cranked up to eleven after that . He went from barely talking to one person throughout the day to talking with everyone on a constant basis, and anytime Lila so much as uttered a sentence, he was there asking questions. When did she do this, who helped her with that, how did she manage to get from one place to the other so quickly- from a naïve onlooker’s point of view, Adrien would simply appear to be interested in Lila’s stories, but she knew better. He was finding holes in her stories and using them to rip apart her words piece by piece, all while using an innocent yet confused expression to make it seem like he was trying to help her. The strategy was completely different from Marinette’s, and it ticked Lila off to no end. How was she supposed to turn crowds against him and regain her throne if he kept acting like some pure-hearted angel?

She couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t, and he knew that she couldn’t, because that’s the exact same tactic that eventually got Marinette to leave the school.

A part of her had hoped that this newfound passive-aggression would fade after a few days, but now that three weeks of constant badgering on Adrien’s account has passed, that hope has been thoroughly and relentlessly crushed. He hasn’t done much over those weeks, thankfully, but she’s had to reinforce her lies ten times the normal amount to keep it that way. That’s a tad hard to do when all of your stories are on the grand scale of things. 

Even with her meticulous planning and words choices, though, one can’t escape subtle confrontation forever. She could tell that people were slowly starting to become suspicious of her stories. They were either wanting Adrien to be around during their discussions with her or were looking for holes themselves. 

Watching them exchange glances during her stories made her blood boil. Why did they have to be so nosy? So picky? Can’t she have a reprieve for once in her entire life? Can’t she just lie and manipulate others without the fear of getting caught? Why did that feel like such a big request from the universe?

Adrien and Nino waved to each other, and Lila perked up. It looked like they were separating. Were they separating? Oh, please be separating. That would be the most convenient thing to happen to her all month.

Adrien split off from Nino, to her delight, and Lila beelined after the blond. His meddling had gone on long enough, and she thought it was high time someone put an end to it. That someone being her. 

“Adrien!” Lila cooed, looping her arm with his and flashing a bright smile. “It’s been forever since we’ve talked just one on one, don’t you think?”

Adrien’s steps faltered, and for the briefest of moments, she saw his eyes darken. Nobody else would have noticed, especially not with the friendly smile he gave her right after, but Lila caught it. She was the only one who realized how truly despicable the model could be. 

“Oh, hey Lila.” He replied with an easy, clearly fake smile. “I guess we haven’t talked alone in a while. You normally like to be at the center of the crowd.”

Lila tried not to grit her teeth and instead elected to flip her hair over her shoulder. “Well, I wouldn’t say the center. I’m just being myself, and the others seem to follow.”

Adrien hummed. “Yes, I’m sure you're a wonderful role model for all of us. It isn’t everyday we get the courtesy of having an honest and kind friend like you.”

His sarcasm was palpable, but his shining smile remained. A part of her wondered why he even bothered acting at this point. They both knew they were at war now. Niceties were only necessary when someone was clueless towards hidden motives. Adrien wasn’t, and neither was she, yet here they were. Smiling and trading snide remarks in the privacy of the empty locker room. 

Lila put on a bashful expression. “Oh, please-”

“Of course,” Adrien interrupted her, “there was also Marinette. She was always ready to help someone. It’s a shame she had to transfer schools.”

Lila bit the inside of her cheek to avoid sneering. There he goes again, mentioning that ridiculous baker girl. It’s so infuriating.

“Even though she was a bully? I’m sorry, Adrien, but I don’t think you should forgive someone so easily. They’ll walk all over you if you give them too much leeway.”

Adrien slipped- or rather jerked -his arm out of Lila’s grasp as he exchanged some of his books. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”  

Ah, there it is. That might have been the first genuine comment he’s made during this discussion. 

“What was that?” She asked with feigned politeness.

Adrien straightened and gave her another innocent smile. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if this could all be a big misunderstanding? The phone number that was terrorizing you wasn’t Marinette’s, after all. If you were.. mistaken.. on that story, perhaps you missed something in your other stories. Don’t you think so?”

Lila forced a smile so wide that her cheeks started to hurt. Was this his way of giving her an out? A last chance of mercy? Because if it was, she refused to take it. She’s built this kingdom with nothing but her bare hands, and she’d be darned if she decided to lie down and let him take it away just as quickly. 

“I can’t say I do.”

Adrien closed his locker, a certain glint coming to his eyes when he looked at her. “Well.. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what I find. Won’t we?” 

Rage crackled through Lila’s bones as Adrien walked past her, but she caught herself before doing anything rash. If she was going to counter Adrien’s sudden attacks, she needed to make a deal with him and get him off of her back just long enough to plan. And to do that, she needed to promise him what he apparently wanted most.

“What if it wasn’t her?”

Adrien stopped in the doorway, and Lila held her breath.

“..Because it wasn’t her,” he corrected, “I’ll be hoping that she comes back.”

Lila drew in a deep breath, if only to avoid screaming. Marinette, Marinette, Marinette- Why did he have to have to be so infatuated with Marinette? What could she possibly have that made Adrien want to fight against the whole school to get her back? 

“Alright..” She said, completely calm. “Say you were right. If it happened to turn out that Marinette wasn’t the one responsible and I convince her to come back, will we all be able to get along?”

Bile rose to her mouth as she spoke. The very thought of running back to Marinette and asking her to come back to Dupont made Lila’s stomach churn, but this was fine. She was only promising to bring Marinette back. Promises can easily be broken.

Adrien smiled, but not like the fake, warm smiles he’d been giving her throughout their conversation. No, this one was sharp, predatory, as though he could see right through her words.

“See you in class, Lila.”

The “golden child” left the locker room then, and Lila finally gave in to her frustration and let out a growl. This was supposed to be her victory, her turf, and yet she can’t even enjoy it anymore because Adrien freaking Agreste decided to meddle in business that wasn’t his. He knew that the only reason she was willing to compromise was because he was getting to her, and that burned her up inside. 

She drew in another deep breath and smoothed out her miniature ponytails. This was fine. Everything was fine. Adrien might be deciding to join the squabble a tad later than usual, but Lila invented this game. If he wanted to try his hand at her tactics and strategies, fine. He would soon realize why she was able to climb to the top in the first place.

~~~~~~~

Marinette stared out the car window with awe as they drove up the street towards Allegra’s estate. In the week that led to the group sleepover, Marinette had racked her brain day and night trying to decide what the mansion would be like. How tall would it be? How wide? Would it take up an entire street or a small square of Paris like Gabriel’s? Would there be butlers running around like in the movies or would there be a simple maid or two to keep things moving? Perhaps there wouldn’t be any hired hand at all? The excitement and anticipation made her buzz and bounce through the last few school days at Rosemary, but she refused to ask any questions during the wait for winter break. Marinette wanted the mansion to be a complete surprise. And now that she was finally here, sitting in the backseat of Allegra’s miniature limo and practically pressing her face against the window, she couldn’t be happier with that decision.

Mansions of all kinds lined the sidewalks, bigger and more elegant than she could have ever imagined. Some had marvelous fountains, while others had incredible gardens. Some had amazing walls with ingrained art that lined the premises, and one mansion even had horses grazing on their front lawn! It made her wonder why Gabriel would build his mansion in the middle of the city, or if any of these mansions might belong to Claude, Allan, or Felix. 

Near the end of the street rested a long brick wall that had elaborate, white statues decorating the major corners. Marinette guessed immediately that that was Allegra’s mansion, because the wall wrapped around an enormous white house that had silver railings for the balconies and blue-ish grey tiles for the rooftops, quite contrary to the golds and dark browns that came with the other mansions. It was beautiful in its simplicity, and that seemed like something Allegra would enjoy, even if the house belonged directly to her parents. 

Sure enough, the car rolled to a stop in front of the black metal gate that the brick walls led to, and the driver told Marinette to stay put as he hopped out of the vehicle. She watched quietly as he unlocked the gate by hand using a personal key and quickly found herself wiggling in her seat when he started pushing the gates open. They were so close! Allegra’s mansion was right there! If they didn’t start moving again in two seconds, Marinette might just jump out and start running.

The driver got back into the car with a small apology for the inconvenience- to which she assured him that it was fine through barely contained squeals -and they continued through the gate at a leisure pace, which killed Marinette inside. She wanted to get into the mansion now!

In an effort to remain still, her eyes flicked around the front lawn of the estate. The driveway they had pulled into appeared to be a full circle, looping around an intricate water fountain that spouted bursts of water in such a way that made the water look as though it were dancing.  Diamonds of dark green grass cut through the concrete in the driveway, leading to the rest of the vibrant grass on the lawn, and a delightful mix of bushes and flowers lined the inside of the brick wall as well the outside of the mansion. It struck Marinette as quaint and refined at the same time, and her respects went out to the person- or persons -responsible for designing and maintaining the look.

Finally, the limo parked in front of these wide, marble steps that led to the front door, and the driver barely had time to open Marinette’s back door before she leapt out with her bags in her arms. If the outside was this luxurious, she couldn’t wait to see how breathtaking the inside would be. 

“Thanks for the ride, sir!” She called over her shoulder as she hopped up the steps two-by-two.

“Oh, miss-!” The man yelled after her. “May I take your bags?”

Marinette skidded to a halt and turned around, ready to politely decline his offer, when another voice spoke up behind her.

“No need, Louis! I’ve got them.”

Marinette whirled back around, coming face to face with Allegra, who was now standing in the doorway with a bright smile. 

The blonde reached forward to take the bags with one hand, while giving Marinette a side hug with the other. “I’m so happy you’re here! This is going to be great.”

“I know! I’ve been waiting for this all week! Your house looks amazing.”

A grin spread across Allegra’s lips, and she pulled back from the hug in favor of grabbing Marinette’s hand. “If you like it now, just wait till you see the inside.”

The two girls waltzed inside together, but as soon as she entered, Marinette couldn’t help gasping and breaking away from Allegra to run further into the house. Tiled, marble floors stretched out before her, seemingly farther than the street she had just driven down, and on the other side of the bigger-than-life foyer was a set of large, open windows that touched from the floor of the first level to the ceiling of the second level. They overlooked the backyard, which was equally as enchanting as the front yard, and a part of her had the urge to sit down and stare at them wistfully for a good hour or two.

To her left and right were a pair of long, curved stairs that led to the second floor. They matched the marble tiles on the first floor and had beautiful, metal railings that curled and twisted into different types of flowers and leaves. The railing also trailed off to the open hallways above, where Marinette could see different types of doors lined up. Her restless brain wanted to skip up the stairs, brush her hand across the smooth, black railing, and explore each and every room possible.

Her gaze dragged up to the ceiling, and her jaw fell slack yet again as she realized exactly how high the building was. The circular sunroof that signified the center of the ceiling felt higher than the Eiffel Tower itself, and Marinette was certain that if she called out, it would take at least five seconds to hear her voice echoing back to her.

“Well?” Allegra asked next to her. “What do you think?”

“What do I think?” Marinette blanched. “Allegra, this is incredible! Do you really live here?”

A musical laugh came from the blonde, and she nodded. “Yep. Ever since I was five. Come on, I’ll give you a tour!”

They made their way to the stairs, and Marinette eagerly ran her hand across the cool railings as she continued to look around. She couldn’t believe how astonishing everything looked. It was as though they’d taken the finest jewels and rocks on earth and merged them together to create this mansion. How did they even afford all of this?

“What did you say your mom did again?”

Allegra glanced over at her. “My mom? She’s a-”

“Hey!”

The two girls paused mid step and looked up at the open hallway. Claude stood just above them, leaning over the railing and waving with a wide grin. Allan stood behind him, also offering the girls a friendly smile as a greeting.

“Is that Marinette?” Claude called.

“Yep! She just got here.”

“Sweet!” The brunette cheered. He dashed from his place upstairs and, once he got a good enough momentum, jumped to a stop, using his socks to slide the rest of the way to the stairwell. “We’ve been waiting forever for you to show up!”

Marinette giggled and ran up the rest of the stairway to give Claude a hug. “I got my clothes together as fast as I could.”

“Oh, you’re good.” Allan assured as he came to join them. “You’re technically early anyway.”

“I thought I was.” Marinette remarked, pulling away from Claude to give Allan a small hug as well. “Is Felix here too?”

“Nope, it’s just us right now.” Claude answered with a smile. “We already had clothes here from previous sleepovers.”

“They practically have their own personal closets at this point.” Allegra snorted. Then, she gave Marinette a playful nudge. “And soon, so will you.”

Marinette smiled. She wasn’t sure that she even had enough clothes to fill another closet, but it didn’t stop her from feeling giddy towards receiving one. Having a personal closet at Allegra’s meant she would be coming over much more often, and that was something she desperately wanted to do at this point.

“Have you shown her around yet?” Claude asked.

“Nope. I was gonna show her my room first, though, so I can put her bags down in there.”

“Oh, good idea.” The brunette remarked, taking the opportunity to snag Marinette’s bags from Allegra’s hands. “Let’s go! You’re gonna love it, Mari.”

With everyone together- save for Felix -the group eagerly clambered down the hallway that Claude and Allan had previously been in. The black railway from the staircase continued to twist down the hall next to Marinette, and when it finally stopped at a wall, Claude stopped at a doorway to his right. Glittering stickers arched across the door, spelling out the word “Allegra”.

“Those are from when I was, like, nine.” Allegra commented, a hint of a blush on her cheeks as she opened her bedroom door.

Marinette was about to say that it was fine- she actually found the lettering to be endearing -but any form of words or replies were lost on her when she saw the bedroom for the first time.

Everything was covered in light purples and white, with occasional bits of gold and light blue to accent the room. An enormous, deep purple bed with swirling, golden patterns sat in the center, holding pillows that were bigger than Marinette’s bed alone and a comfort that looked fluffier than her warmest ear-muffs. A pair of blue, see-through curtains wrapped around the bed as well, reminding her of something a princess might own. 

Across the room- which was twice the size of her little attic bedroom -were two white shelves that stretched from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. They held various things such as books, notebooks, miniature glass statues, and plenty of other trinkets that struck Marinette as charming. She wondered how long it must have taken Allegra to collect such things, or if she bought them all in one go as she decorated her room. There were even a few crystal wind-chimes hanging around the room. 

“This is..” Marinette wasn’t sure what it was as she walked inside, star-struck. The girl even had her own chandelier, for Pete’s sake! Then there was the massive vanity with a million different types of eyeshadow- all aligned perfectly in an orderly fashion -and the massive desk on the other side of the room that had a fancy paperweight and a nice, little trinket to hold all of Allegra’s pencils and such for school. Don’t get her started on the chair hanging from the ceiling that looked equally fancy and comfortable.

“Do I really get to sleep in here?” She eventually asked instead. Words couldn’t describe her thoughts on the room or how it looked like something out of a daydream. 

Allegra laughed. “Yep! We’re actually going to be spending most of the night here.”

“After we go swimming, of course.” Claude added as he set Marinette’s bags down in the walk-in closet.

Marinette’s eyes widened at the remark. She’d almost forgotten why she came here in the first place. “Where is the swimming pool?”

“It’s downstairs.” Allegra answered. “I can’t wait for you to see it. We have a water slide and everything.”

Marinette would have gasped, but after what she’s seen so far, she wouldn’t be surprised if they had their own personal zoo. “Can we go see it?”

“Absolutely!” The blonde smiled, looping her arm with Marinette’s. “But first, we need to finish our tour.”

The group made their way out of Allegra’s room and started exploring each door they passed. Claude, Allan, and Allegra took turns explaining each room’s purpose to Marinette, and she absorbed their words as best she could. Most of the time, though, she was lost in her thoughts, completely awed by the structure of the household.

Each room appeared to be bigger than the last, and some of them had Marinette nearly falling over from the amount of money that had to have gone into the décor. There were offices and dining halls and bigger bedrooms for Allegra’s parents. Then there were game rooms with pool tables and living rooms with couches that stretched around the entire room so everyone could see each other. Vases and sculptures lined the hallways and hid in the corners while extensive family portraits littered walls and held personal places on overly huge fireplaces. 

In a word, the entire mansion was extravagant, especially for a three-person family, but despite the overwhelming amount of space, Marinette could feel the warmth and familial love of each room. A multitude of memories resided in the walls, and she couldn’t wait to hear all of them.

One room in particular caught her attention the most.

“What is this place?” Marinette asked as she walked into another wide-spread room. Musical instruments of all kinds littered the area- harps, violins, cellos, pianos, guitars, mandolins, and other things she couldn’t even name. They all appeared to be in mint condition, so clean that she could see her reflection in them, and the little kid in Marinette wanted to run around and try each one of them.

“This,” Allegra said next to her, “is our music room.”

“Music room..” Marinette whispered as her hand ran over a pair of literal bongos. “Can you actually play all of these?”

Claude snorted behind them. “She definitely wishes she could.”

Allegra scoffed and smacked his arm with a playful glare. 

“No, I can’t play all of them.. But I’m working on it.”

“Wow.” Marinette muttered. That had to be time consuming. Where did she find the drive to keep practicing all of these? 

“..Can I touch them?”

“Oh, yeah! Touch them all. Go crazy. I can even teach you how to play a little tune for some of them if you want.”

Marinette lit up. “Can you really?”

Allegra chuckled. “Of course. We have all night, don’t we?”

Marinette had to bite her tongue to avoid squealing again, and she promptly darted off to try everything she could. Any strings and keys would be briefly plucked and pressed before being cast away for the next instrument. She would thump on the drums and blow on the tubas and, occasionally, she would stop to try a few simple tunes on an instrument that sounded especially enchanting to her. 

After about thirty minutes of this heaven- there were a lot of instruments -someone knocked on the doorframe at the front of the room, gathering the group’s attention.

A man with light brown hair stood in the doorway, offering an easy, yet apologetic smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Allegra, who had been teaching Marinette how to play the Panda Drum, hopped up from her position on the floor to greet him with a hug. “Not at all! I was just showing Marinette around the house. Mari, this is my dad, Arthur. Dad, this is Marinette, my friend from school that I’ve been telling you about.”

Marinette set the drum aside and stood up as well. “It’s nice to meet you, M. Chanson.”

“Oh, please.” M. Chanson held up a dismissive hand. “Just call me Arthur. Or even Uncle Arthur, if you like.”

A soft smile spread across Marinette’s lips, and she nodded. He sounded exactly like Maman when someone new came to their house.

“Anyway, I just came by to drop off the last bit of your group. He found me in the kitchen while looking for you.” Arthur said. He then stepped to the side to reveal none other than Felix, who had apparently been standing behind him the whole time.

Marinette perked up at the sight of the blond. “Oh, Felix! You’re here!”

“Here late.” Claude added with a smirk.

Felix shot him a look. “I’m not late. I told you all that I wouldn’t quite be here at the same time as everyone else.”

“Telling us that you’re going to be late doesn’t mean that you weren’t late.” Allegra pointed out. “It just means that you were considerate about your tardiness.”

Felix narrowed his eyes at her, knowing she was correct, and Marinette pursed her lips to avoid laughing, because she also knew that Allegra was correct.

“So I see you’ve been showing her my instruments?” Arthur cut in, redirecting the conversation.

Marinette’s eyes widened. “These are your instruments?”

Arthur chuckled. “Yep. In fact, I taught Allegra everything she knows.”

“You mean you can actually play all of them?”

“Well, some better than others,” The man responded with a half shrug, “but yeah. I’m honestly a little disappointed that A didn’t come get me when she showed you the room.”

Allegra winced. “Oh, sorry, Dad. I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“That’s amazing..” Marinette remarked, dumbfounded. She couldn’t imagine having enough memory to know how each individual instrument was played. 

Arthur tilted his head back and forth with a hum. “I wouldn’t say amazing. A lot of these instruments are extremely similar to how they’re played, and at some point, once you’ve learned enough, you start to realize that a lot of music has a certain order to it. When you know that order, it makes playing a lot easier.”

“Oh, don’t be modest.” Allegra scolded. “Who else can play almost all of the instruments of the world and memorize any new instruments within a week?”

Before Arthur could respond, Allegra turned to Marinette with a proud smile and continued.

“Dad’s able to combine these instruments like no one I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. It’s like he’s memorized every string, key, or chord possible! He’s even written songs for us too. Some of them are just funny little melodies to go with Claude’s acts, but others are full songs that he performs for me and Mom. Sometimes, when Mom’s stressed, he’ll sing or play for her to help her relax. I personally think that the songs he writes then are the best ones.”

The more she talked, the more bashful Arthur became, and Marinette couldn’t help cooing at the man. The thought of someone writing songs for the person they loved and singing them when that person felt down brought a wonderful warmth to her chest. It actually reminded her of another sweet boy she knew, one with blue-tipped hair and a smile that could melt the arctic.

“I have a friend like that.” She decided to say. Why not tell the others about him too? “He has a passion for the guitar and plays songs for me when I feel down too. It’s so calming.”

Something in her tone or expression must have caught their interest, because the group’s attention shifted from Allegra to Marinette in an instant. Before she could ask about the sudden change, Claude slipped an arm around her shoulders, flashing her a sly grin.

“Oh? A friend, you say?” He drawled. “You sound pretty fond of him. What’s his name?”

An involuntary blush crept across Marinette’s cheeks, more so at the implication in Claude’s voice than anything else. After two years of hanging around Alya, with her raised eyebrows and coy smiles, she could tell when someone was trying to accuse her of certain feelings towards another. 

“O-Oh. uhm.. His name is Luka.”

“Luka..” Allegra hummed. “I’ve never heard you mention his name before.”

“And I’ve never seen her blush like that before, either.” Claude teased. “You’re not being very subtle, Nette.”

Marinette felt her blush deepen, even though they both knew she was easily flustered. She’s probably blushed a million times in the month that she’s known them, and most of those blushes were definitely darker than the one she was wearing even now.

Her gaze flicked to Felix, curious as to what he thought on the matter. His expression remained neutral, though she spotted a bit of intrigue in his eyes. It didn’t help with her guilt towards the comments.

Then again, why should she feel guilty? Even if she did like Luka, that wouldn’t affect anyone here. There was no reason to be ashamed.

Nevertheless, she still wanted to slip her way out of getting teased, so she jokingly rolled her eyes and said, “You guys said we were going to go swimming, right? Felix is here, and it’s getting dark so we should probably change before it gets too late.”

“The pool is indoors.” Claude helpfully reminded. “It doesn’t matter how late it gets.”

“But that was a good try at dodging, though.” Allegra smirked.

A squeak flew from Marinette’s lips before she could stop it, and the trio shared a laugh.

“Come on, guys.” Allan lightly scolded. “If you keep messing with her like this, she might spontaneously combust.”

Another laugh tumbled from Claude’s lips before he let out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, fine. I guess we can go swimming now.”

“Marinette has to cool off, anyway.” Allegra added with a wink.

Marinette groaned and put her head in her hands, if only to hide her ever-growing blush. 

Mental note: Never mention a boy to the group again, because they will probably see right through you when it’s actually serious.

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