#just what got me into this so before i try to fling myself off bridge im gonna leave

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Electric summer Ch. 2

Here is chapter 2! I love everything about this story so far it’s so fun to write and I adore writing Sy! It was so weird I was modeling this after my time at camp and I literally got a brochure from them in the mail today😂 maybe the universe is telling me something 👀

Anyway enjoy! Comments, likes and weblogs are encouraged!

Summary: Sy and ofc are united as camp co-counselors and spend the day catching up and reminiscing!

Warnings:none? Just cursing a lil

Link for Pt 1 if you missed it 🥰

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I blinked a few times in disbelief. “How, I-I…aren’t you…” I stammered trying to string a sentence together, still lost in the puzzle my brain was trying to work out. How was he standing here in front of me right now?

“Come here,” He laughed. Throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a tight hug. I was still for a moment still in shock about the situation but I pulled myself out of it and hugged him back squeezing just as tight.

“I can’t believe it,” He chuckled. “This had to be Rebecca’s doing.” He said.She was an old counselor of ours. She was with us our last summer together.She also happened to be camp director now and in charge of assigning cabin groups. This was surely not a coincidence. Sy’s arms were still around me. Admittedly I wasn’t ready to pull away just yet either. I was afraid he’d disappear and this would all be a dream. My mind was playing tricks on me or something.

“How are you here?” I finally strung the question together, pulling back to look up at him. Did he get taller? I could have shrunk but I swear he got taller. “I mean aren’t you in the military?” I asked, obviously confused.

“Take a walk with me?” he asked. “I’ve been dying to see this place again.” He added. I nodded and we finally let go of each other. It may have been years since we’d seen each other but I could still read him. Logan was social. He loved to talk, he was extremely expressive and attentive. Right now he’s quiet. And pensive. When we walked away from the cabin he shoved both hands in his pockets staring straight ahead. Whatever had happened it was difficult for him. Like the night on the lake in the canoe. When he told me he wouldn’t be coming back to camp. It’s why he wouldn’t look at me. He knew or was afraid that after all this time I could tell when something was hard for him.

He hated coming off as weak. It’s why he was so competitive. When the boys played ultimate frisbee his team always won. In high school when he played football he was the quarterback. He had to be the best. The strongest. The leader. But not with me. He told me that once. He told me even before our summer fling, back when all we were was best friends excited to spend the summer together. That’s why he liked me so much. He could let his guard down with me. I didn’t understand it then. But eventually I figured out exactly what he meant. And I saw it in him now. Even when we’d only been reunited for minutes.

We walked from my cabin and through the park out to an open field outside the woods. There was a path that ran alongside it. If you took it left it would take you to the lake down to the dock to swim, if you followed it further you crossed a bridge and you could go sailing or take out a kayak or a canoe. If you took the path right it was a hiking trail. It had its own forks in the road one leading to a nature preserve and a small shelter where the camp housed some exotic reptiles and other animals. And one that led to a ropes course and a rock climbing station. We didn’t take either path. Sy stopped walking and stared off at the trees. I came up next to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me, we don’t have to talk about it, whatever it is. I’m just really glad you’re here.” I spoke softly. I felt his hand over mine on his shoulder and he turned to me with a sad smile. He let out a deep breath before he spoke

“I’m retired from the military. Uh, discharged. Medically.” He stared at the grass when he spoke. I could hear the shame in his voice. It broke my heart. I slid my hand off his shoulder and over his back soothingly. I didn’t say anything. He knew I was listening. “Last April, I was leading the boys into a raid. We’d been waiting on this for weeks. Trying to find these guys. Somehow they got tipped off that we were comin’ and they were ready. One of my boys was being attacked. Enemy came out of nowhere. I jumped to cover him. Told him to run up stairs with the rest of the guys to secure the building. He was alright. His chest plate protected him. But I got shot in the leg with 2 bullets. I managed to stop the attacker. But I had to be carried out of there. They sent a Med-line, it's a helicopter.” He explained. I nodded and let him keep talking.

“I was in surgery that night. They almost thought I was gonna have to lose it. But the Dr was able to get the bullets out. They uh, didn’t think I’d walk right again. So.. I was discharged from the military not long after. They transferred me to a civilian hospital for physical therapy…” He trailed off.

“How is it now?” I asked softly. He finally looked up from the grass. My voice pulled him back to reality.

“I ain’t gonna be runnin’ in the Olympics anytime soon but. Normal. Aches sometimes when the weather gets weird or cold. Probably coulda went back but no one knew how long it would take. Or if…if I’d ever get better.” He said.

“They should’ve known,” I said, “nothing stops Logan Syverson when he’s got his mind made up.” There it was. That genuine smile I’d missed all these years.

“Guess they don’t know me like you do,” He chuckled. “Enough about me, it’s been 7 years darlin what have I missed?” he asked, his hand hovering over my lower back guiding me toward the left path. We started to walk again toward the lake.

“I wish I could say you missed a lot but,” I shrugged. “I graduated. Went to school and graduated again, and at the end of this summer I’ll finally start my first job with the schools.” I explained flatly. It was nothing compared to the things he’d done and what he’d seen.

“Hey, graduating college is a big deal. I’m proud of you! Child Psychology, right?” He asked. I stopped walking and just stared.

“You, remember that?” I questioned. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.

“Of course I do. It was all you talked about our last summer together. You were nervous about getting into the school you wanted. I admired that because you were only a junior. I was going into my senior year and I’d never even thought about that shit.”

“But you knew you were going into the military, you didn’t have to think about that.” I argued.

“Maybe, but you were so smart, you are so smart, you had it all figured out. I was just following what everyone else in my family did. Now that I’m out, I kinda wish I’d had some other plan. Something I knew I wanted to do to fall back on.” I nodded. I understood what he meant. It must be hard for him now. The things he’d aspired to be in his adolescence had come and passed. He had to reinvent himself now. Start over. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must feel.

“You’re smart too Logan. You’re quick in a crisis. You’re logical and level headed. You’re great with people. And and from what you’ve said you’re an incredible leader. I have no doubt you’ll figure it all out soon.” We had wandered some more, now we were walking along the lake. Or what we knew as the beach. When they’d built the camp they carved out the shore and laid down sand. Leaving it more like mini beach than a country lake. I followed Logan out onto the dock. He turned to me and smiled.

“I think coming back here this summer was exactly what I needed.” He said. I smiled back giving his arm a gentle squeeze… and trying not to dwell on the fact that his muscles had gotten incredibly larger.

“It’s funny,” I answered. “I always remember it being the other way around, you giving me pep talks and encouraging me to take risks.” He chuckle the air between us becoming lighter as I watched his smile form into a playful smirk.

“That’s because you were always trying to chicken out. You were a little scaredy cat.” He laughed. I pouted. And smacked him in the arm. “Ow,” he teased as he fake soothed his arm.

“I was not!” I argued. He shook his head.

“You were too!” He challenged. I rolled my eyes resting my hands on my hips.

“Name one time,” I groaned. He eyed me with that same smirk on his face with an eyebrow raised looking at me curiously.

“You really wanna do this? He teased. “Alright, you did this to yourself, night hikes.” He stated. I frowned.

“Oh that is so not fair!” I objected. “You know I hate the dark. That doesn’t count!” I argued.

“Mhmm, rock climbing.” he deadpanned. I scoffed.

“I suck at climbing I have like no upper-body strength I wasn’t gonna embarrass myself infront of everyone.” I defended. He shook his head again trying to hold back a laugh.

“You’d never done it before. You had no idea if you were bad at it or not!”

“Okay, well… it was really high.” I pouted.

“My point exactly,” He chuckled.

“That means nothing!” I said. He groaned pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You wouldn’t even jump off the dock into the water that first summer! Because the water was deeper. You knew how to swim.” His shoulders were shaking with laughter. “You remember how I got you to do it?” He asked.

“Yeah you literally picked me up threw me in off the dock! I wound’t call that being “kind and encouraging.” I laughed emphasizing the last bit.

“It worked,” He smirked.

“It was traumatizing.” I countered.

“ I caught you blushing when I grabbed you, I think you liked it.” He winked. I glared at him crossing my arms.

“You have no proof,” I scoffed. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“You wanna test that theory?” He raised an eyebrow taking a step closer to me. My eyes went wide and I started to back up slowly.

“Logan,” I said softly. He looked me over that cocky grin plastered on his face.

“I’d start runnin’ if I was you.” He challenged. I backed up a little more, holding my hands up in defends.

“You don’t have to do this.” I reasoned with him. He let out a low chuckle.

“I think we both know I do.” He said. “Last chance darlin’” He teased. I turned on my heal quickly back toward the beach. Only getting in a few long strides before he had his arm around my waist. Damn his long legs. It doesn’t help that mine are so short either. I squealed as he lifted me off the ground in his arms.

“No! Logan please!”

“I warned ya, told you to start running sooner.” His voice was deep in my ear as he carried me to the end of the dock and I wrapped my arms around his neck for some sort of safety net. “Would you look at that.” He smirked, looking down at me in his arms. Bastard. Of course he was right. After all this time he still had the same effect on me.

“Oh shut up!” I rolled my eyes. Which was a bold move for someone in my current position.

“You’re blushin’, after all this time, I still get your heart racing.” He rasped.

“My face is red because I was running, and it’s ..it’s warm out here.” I argued.

“You took 3 steps, you weren’t running,” He smirked. “You’re just too stubborn to admit you still feel it.” He whispered against my ear. I felt hot. And it had nothing to do with the sun glaring down on us on the pier. It had been 7 years. Did we even know each other anymore? And…he ..he left. That hurt so bad. What if he leaves again. I don’t think I could handle losing him a second time. We’re in totally different parts of our lives than we were then. But at the same time… “Answer one thing for me, all this time, did you see anybody else? Let anyone else in? I don’t see a ring on your finger.” He raised an eyebrow looking down at me intently. I swallowed hard and swatted at his chest.

“Put me down Sy!” I whined. He jostled me in his arms threatening to drop me in the water.

“You want down?” He smirked. I squealed, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.

“Logan, Don’t!” I chided. He chuckled, adjusting his grip under my thighs. He leaned in close. I could feel his breath against my ear, his beard tickling my skin.

“Tell me, I just wanna hear it. Did you wait for me?” He sounded like honey. The way his voice hummed in my ear. He always did. It had been so long since we’d stood this close, or been this close and I could feel myself still magnetized to him. It’s like he lit up every sense in my body. I had no choice but to follow his warmth and his chaos and his light. I never felt anything like it with anyone else.

“ Sy you know, I …” Before I could answer him he leaned forward and tossed me into the water. I screamed and heard him chuckle before I hit the water. It was still a little cold since summer had only just started. As I started to come back up to the surface I heard a huge splash a few feet away from me. Logan jumped off the dock with me. When he surfaced he swam closer and I splashed him. “You’re such an ass!” I rolled my eyes. He laughed, swimming toward the shore.

“I had to distract you. You thought I wasn’t gonna do it,” He smirked.

“Yeah I thought maybe you were like a decent guy now or something!” I scoffed.

“Aww come on honey, don’t be mad at me, you know it’s not really summer till we take our first swim.”

“Yeah I know,” I smiled.

We left the lake, soaking wet and headed back to our cabins to dry off. I couldn’t get what he’d said out of my head. I knew it was killing him to know. Why did he stop me? After drying off and changing into some dry clothes I hung my wet clothes and towel out on our cabin's little clothing line. I dug through my bag to find a new pair of shoes, because those were soaked too, and headed over to Logan’s cabin where he was waiting at the picnic table. I walked over and hopped up sitting on the table top. Something I’d made a habit of during my years at camp. And it followed me everywhere. I sit on my countertop all the time. He looked up from where he’d been writing in a notebook on the table and smiled.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Now that my feet aren’t in squishy wet sneakers? Yeah much better, no thanks to you.” I laughed.

“Did you have fun?” He raised an eyebrow. I groaned.

“Yeah,” I muttered. He had a proud grin on his face.

“Well then you’re welcome.” He mused. I rolled my eyes and flickered my gaze down to his notebook.

“Whatcha working on?” I asked curiously. He leaned back looking down at the list one hand smoothing over his beard.

“Trying to remember all of the camp traditions. The games we played. Ice breakers things like that. Trying to set up a bit of a plan or a loose schedule before the kids get here tomorrow. I don’t know if the boys' cabins still do their prank war, but I’m bringing it back.” He said seriously.

“Ah yes, the infamous prank war, you were ruthless. But your cabin always came out victorious.” I giggled. His eyes met mine and he just smiled holding my gaze for a moment. I shook myself out of it before I could let him in too deep. “What else you got?” I prodded. He sighed. And his eyes went back to the paper in front of him, trying to hide the disappointment on his face.

“Uh, Just some of the group games we used to play, Red rover, capture the flag, the coed softball game. Shit like that.But I just wanna make sure we get everyone comfortable when they get here ya know? I always felt…”

“Safe? When we were here. Me too.” I nodded.

“Just wanna be sure everyone’s having a good time like we did. Whatever problems we were having back home, in our family, or friends, kids that were dealing with bullies, we left it behind. We didn’t tolerate anyone being left out. Just want that for our campers.” He said.

“You’re really passionate about this.” I added.

“Aren’t you, I mean, you loved this place as much as I did, … do.” He added. I nodded.

“Of course I am. I’m just really glad that you are too. I’m glad that my co-counselor is someone who loves and appreciates this place and the kids as much as I do!” I smiled. “I’ve got this book of icebreaker games. We can go through it after our counselor meeting. Find the ones we think are best fit.” I smiled. He nodded.

“Sounds great.”

Later that night after our meeting introducing and welcoming us all to camp and going over our rules and shifts, and after dinner we met in my cabin. We sat outside on the patio at the picnic table. We started flipping through the book and talking about each of the games. Some we had done when we were campers.

“Oh, here's a good one.” I said pointing to one of the pages. “Remember doing this one, ‘two truths and a lie’ we always had a lot of fun with that.

“I do! It was like being a cop trying to read a lie detector test. And trying to beat one. “He chuckled.

“You were good at it!” I laughed. “Like try me,” I nodded to him. He smiled, and cocked his head to the side thinking for a moment.

“Alright, I blew a tire going 90 down the highway last week. I shot my first gun when I was 10, or my brother broke my arm in a fist fight.”

“Jesus!” I laughed. “From the stories you told me about your brothers I wouldn’t doubt it. I know you like to drive fast but you take good care of your truck…I’m gonna say it’s the gun.” He shook his head.

“Nope, I broke his arm.” My eyes went wide and I tried to hold back my laughter.

“Your poor mother.” I giggled.

“She got used to it.” He smiled. “Your turn, see if you can fool me.” He said. I groaned. I never could trick him. He always knew. But maybe I could use this as an opportunity to answer his question back at the lake.

“Okay,” I nodded, “Uh, I have a short story published in a book. I..I’m still a virgin. I lost my phone on a cruise to Jamaica,” He looked at me quizzically, his bottom. Lip pulled between his teeth as his gears turned.

“There’s no way,” he finally spoke. “You’re not still a virgin. No way.” He added. I shook my head. My eyes met his.

“I’ve never been to Jamaica,” I said softly. He let out a shaky laugh.

“In seven years nobody.. Nobody’s tried?” He questioned.

“They’ve tried.” I said. “I tried.” I added. “I wanted to be over you. I tried to be mad at you, for leaving me. But I knew that was selfish. You didn’t leave me. Certainly not because you wanted to. You were fighting for me. For everyone you loved. I couldn’t be mad at you for that.” I admitted.

“I never intended to hurt you so bad. It hurt like hell leaving that summer.” He said.

“I know you didn’t,” I said. “When I went to college I tried so hard to put myself out there and meet other people, I went to a few parties. I made out on trashy frat couches. It was awful. I did go on a couple of dates. I convinced myself I had to. I was sure you’d moved on, found someone new. I liked them okay but it was nothing special. They weren’t… you.” I said. He nodded soaking in all the information I’d just given him.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. To know that you were still thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you. I have to be honest with you. I slept around in high school. When we broke things off that summer I was just trying to shake it. I hate to say it but, I barely remember their names. But you’re wrong about one thing. I never found anyone, never had one serious relationship after that last summer. You said it darlin, they weren’t you.” He rested his hand on my knee softly caressing my skin with his thumb. I never thought. I’d be here again. At camp. With him. In this position all over again. I think somehow we were getting a second chance. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. But I’m willing to see what the universe has put right in front of me.

“Sy, all I wanted back then was to be with you. To kiss you. For you to be my first. I don’t know if I’m still the girl you knew then. If you still want this after all this time. I don’t know what I want, I’ve spent so much time trying to forget you and what this felt like I don’t know if I know how to do this anymore.” He saw the panic in my eyes. And his face softened. He reached up tucking my hair behind my ear his fingers resting on the back of my head, gently massaging with his fingertips.

“This is a lot, I know, it’s a lot for me too. What I want is the woman you are now. For us to learn how to be now. If it aint the same spark then maybe it’s not meant to be. But i’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth and let you go again. Not without saying we tried to give this a shot.” He said his eyes boring into mine My heart felt like it was overflowing with emotion. I nodded. It was all I could do. “There is one thing, we never got to do that summer that I can’t get out of my head.” He whispered.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I never got to kiss you,” He stated almost breathless like it was a secret we’d been keeping for years. And a weight had now lifted off his shoulders.

“We never did, did we?” I blushed. He shook his head a gentle smile on his lips.

“It’s all can think about since I saw you again. That, and how you’re somehow even more beautiful.”

“Logan,” I blushed playfully shoving him.

“It’s true.” He said. I smiled.

“Well, are you gonna make a move or am I gonna have to make it for you?” Logan chuckled grabbing my waist to pull me closer and cupping my cheek. He leaned in his hot breath against my lips and…

“Hey you two!” Becca called from across the lawn. We jumped apart quickly. I could hear Logan groan no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “I just wanted to check in with you!” she said as she approached the cabin, “You settling in okay? Nervous about the kiddos or anything?” she asked. I shook my head.

“I’m a little nervous, not like I did much babysittin or anything,” Sy admitted. “But I’ve had plenty of practice with my brothers little rascals.” He laughed.

“Great!” She said. “Don’t be nervous, I’m so glad to have you guys back here, you’re our only counselrs this year that are camp alumni, and I always love having people that know the place well.” she smiled.

“It’s good to be back Becca! I never thought I’d see this place again!” I added.

“You know you’re always welcome!” She smiled. “Well I’ll leave you guys too it then, I’m so happy to see you two hear together again,” She winked. “Good night you two.”

“Well, she’s got impeccable timing.” Sy groaned. I giggled and squeezed his shoulder softly.

“This summers just getting started Sy,” I smiled. “I uh, better get some sleep, I was gonna get up early to decorate my cabin for the girls.” I said quickly. He nodded trying to hide his disappointment.

“Okay darlin’, I’ll see ya breakfast?” He asked. I nodded and turning and opening the door to my cabin

“I’ll see you then, goodnight Sy.”

“Goodnight Lainie,”

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 13

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

"You what?" Shevy squeals slightly.

"Shev, please don't make me repeat that sentence." Delia groans before throwing her face into her pillow.

It was now the next day and they were travelling in the busses to the next tour destination. Delia was debating whether or not to tell Shevy about Andy, but eventually she found it to be eating her up and she had to spill. Besides, it was Shevy, she wasn't about to tell anyone else.

"I'm sorry just, I can't believe you slept with him. I mean, first off, called it. But I can't believe you actually had sex with Andy. Please tell me you used protection. I love Andy to pieces but he does sleep around a lot and the last thing I want for you is you potentially catching anything from him cause he's a bit of a man whore." Shevy rambles on.

"Yes we were safe Shevy, trust me the last thing I need is a pregnancy or an STD." Delia sighs placing her head into her hands.

"Okay something else is going on here, spill." Shevy is calm as she scoots next to Delia to wrap an arm around her shoulders; it was clear she was trying her hardest to be understanding and supportive of the tech girl she had become good friends with.

"I don't know how to explain it. I know Andy is a dick and I know it was a mistake but at the same time, I don't regret it." Delia starts. "I don't understand how I feel anymore Shevy."

"You like him, you're just not admitting it to yourself. Sleeping with him has likely made the way you feel stronger." Shevy states simply.

"But I don't like him, I shouldn't like him. I haven't even known the guy that long and in that time he's been nothing but a dick to me." Delia sighs feeling a tear run down her cheek.

"Oh honey." Shevy starts "tours like this you always get close with people, even if you don't want to. That's what happens when you spend basically everyday with a group of people. Work relationships and work flings aren't uncommon."

"I can't do it though Shevy, I can't allow myself to just be another fuck to him and there's no way in hell I'd ever date that guy." Delia shakes her head slightly whilst wiping her eyes.

"Hey, don't worry about anything of that right now or you'll make yourself more upset D." Shevy smiles trying to bring comfort to her upset friend. "If that's really how you feel though then stick to your guns and don't give him anything else."

"Thanks Shevy, you're honestly the best." Delia feels herself smile through her tears.

"I know I am." Shevy smirks jokingly "although I still stand by what I said before, Andy has changed since meeting you. He definitely has the hots for you."

"Oh my god, Shevy!" Delia shrieks before pushing Shevy off of her slightly.

"Hey, I'm just saying." Shevy laughs hysterically.

Surely she can't be right...

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"What the fuck happened?"

That was all Andy could think about. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help it. Yes he wanted to sleep with Delia at one point this tour, he thought it would help him get over the fiery tech girl, but instead he was left with more confusion. He thought it would put out the fire he felt every time he saw her, every time he thought about her. Instead, he just felt more interest and curiosity about Delia Vincent, he felt as if he was watching the walls he built to protect himself crumbling down with no way to stop them from doing so.

He felt a strong flutter in his stomach at even the mention of her name... surely this wasn't the whole cliche of getting butterflies for someone, was it?

"Earth to Andy?" Jinxx then cuts Andy from his daydream but placing a hand on his shoulder "you okay man?"

"Okay. Yeah, I'm okay man." Andy nods before pinching the bridge of his nose to ground himself and bring himself back to reality. How long was he daydreaming for?

"Okay something is going on, I haven't seen that conflicted look of yours for a while." Jinxx states feeling worried for his friend and lead singer. "Don't tell me you finally caught an STD." Jinxx was trying to lighten the mood at this point.

"What? No, no of course not. Fuck off you dick." Andy shakes his head whilst pushing Jinxx and his hand off of his shoulder.

"Just trying to lighten the mood, jheez." Jinxx rolls his eyes before shaking his head- all of this commotion had drawn the attention of the rest of the band to their lead singer and rhythm guitarist.

"whatever Jinxx, I'm not in the mood for this." Andy sighs before standing up. 

Andy was in no mood to talk about any of this. Hell, he never wanted to talk about any of this. He didn't want to risk CC thinking that he was right...

"One of these days you're going to catch feelings, especially if you keep sleeping around with women you meet."

Shaking away the voice of CC, Andy finds himself climbing into his bunk and just staring at the ceiling with his hands crossed over his stomach. He wished he could just be nicer to Delia, but it was too much of a risk. He didn't date, he would not allow himself to date, he told himself this after the divorce- emptiness is safe. Andy knew that he would never make her happy, especially with how they clashed. Yes, opposites attract so they say, but Andy and Delia were far too different which would not allow things to work, even if Andy wasn't so fucked in the head.

So why was it that he could not shake the thought of this girl from his mind? All he could think about was how nice it was to kiss her and how he wanted to do it again. He wanted to hear her gentle breathing as she slept next to him again. He wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her from everyone in the world, even if that meant protecting her from himself. No matter how much he wanted to, he knew he could never allow himself to get close to her; it was too much of a risk. Plus why would she be interested in him after the way he's treated her? Still, it was always Delia who would be civil, it was Delia who would try to talk to him to lighten the mood, he was always the one who would sabotage things between them. Every time the conversation would be civil and nice between them he would snap. 

"Maybe she is interested?" Andy whispers to himself whilst thinking. Surely not?

There was only one way to solve this issue in Andy's mind. He had to make sure Delia was not interested and if she was, he would have to let her down to save her further heartache, he had to protect himself as well. At some point soon, he would have to try to get some alone time with her and tell her not to bother with him, that he wasn't good for her, that she did not need him. Of course he did not want to do this, he wanted her and he wanted her badly, but it wasn't right and it wasn't safe. He could never allow himself to get close to someone again as it would destroy him. 

Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way.

[thompsborn]

hello @ the anon whose birthday was yesterday: i’m very sorry i didn’t get hb chapter 16 done, i tried but things came up that made it so i wasn’t able to make a lot of progress on it, BUT i hope you had an incredible birthday and i will probably wish you a happy birthday in the authors note on the chapter when i do eventually post it! however, i promised that if i didn’t get the chapter done then i would post some snippets from it for you!! it’s a day late now, but here they are!!

firstly, i’m gonna tell you the chapter song!!

medicine by havelin

the chapter title:

when i first saw you i was pitiful

and the chapter lyrics:

“i hope you know

you pulled me up when i was down

you showed me love when i knew hopelessness

breathing slowly, softer sounds”

and now, a few snippets! (these are unedited as of now, so any typos and grammar errors should be fixed when the chapter is actually posted lol)

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The song changes—BomBom transitions into Talking to Myself by Watsky.

Peter lets out a slow, shaky breath as the music washes over him, the introductory instrumental quickly giving way to the lyric heavy majority. On the next swing, he flings himself to the side, off of the street and above a nearby apartment building. Letting himself drop to the roof, he rolls onto his feet and gives himself a moment to look around for security cameras. Once he’s sure that it’s clear, he pulls his mask up—not all the way off, but just enough to hook it over the bridge of his nose, allowing the crisp late-winter air to ease the sudden ache in his lungs.

These songs mean a lot to him, even if he still struggles to understand them. Harley is pretty straightforward in a lot of ways, tends to wear his heart on his sleeve and make his cards known, but Peter’s started to realize the fact that maybe that isn’t entirely true. Harley definitely seems like an open book, but Peter had absolutely zero indication of the fact that he knew Tony, too. Thinking back on it, Tony had mentioned another kid every once in a while. Not very often, always making it clear that it was someone he knew but someone who didn’t want to be talked about, but even then, not once had Peter considered the fact that the kid Tony mentioned could have been Harley. His friend. His crush. A very fundamental part of who he is now.

Basically, Peter thought he could guess with Harley, thought he knew more than enough to be able to decipher Harley’s brain and understand the way he thinks—but then Harley gave him the burned CD. Despite it being over a month since Peter received it, he still doesn’t fully understand. Each song has a meaning, right? Harley made that clear in his note. Either the song made him think of Peter in some way, or he thought Peter would like the song, or both.

Peter is a puzzle solver. He’s a quick thinker with the brain of a chemist, a scientist, an engineer. He likes to look at inconclusive data and figure out a conclusion for it. But this? These songs?

…but as time advanced, the lovely days were covered up from view by an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew…

Peter has yet to decipher them.

-

His fingers twitch at his sides and he spins around, pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth before promptly launching himself off the roof. He feels antsy. Restless. Thoughtless swinging is a good way to distract that feeling and give his brain the ability to stay on track. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, really,” Harley replies, the concern from before falling away. “I got bored. Harry and Gwen are at some study group for one of their classes and I was trying to do this essay, but it’s… I mean, it’s boring. Really easy, you know? Kinda hard to focus on ‘cause the topic is super simple and not at all interesting. I know I wasn’t gonna stop by today, but I was—I mean. I…” Here, Harley trails off, sounding uncertain of his words.

Peter launches himself over an intersection. Below him, a few cars honk as he flies over them. He waves but remains focused on the call, listening as Harley sucks in a sharp breath, lets it out slowly, almost… nervous? Anxious? Afraid? Peter frowns, parts his lips to ask—

“I was just wondering if you’d maybe wanna hang out,” Harley blurts, a bit rushed and breathy. Peter’s frown deepens, confused. “Just, like—like, a normal hang out.”

“As opposed to…?”

Harley huffs, something that’s kind of a laugh but also not his normal laugh. “No investigation stuff,” he supplies. “No Spidey stuff. No school stuff. Just… us. Hanging out. Together.” Then, almost as an afterthought, he adds, “Maybe a movie and some snacks…?”

-

(“It’s stupid,” Peter said when it was his turn, hands clasped around his cup of coffee and eyes flittering around their booth to avoid direct eye contact. “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually.”

Gwen quirked her brows. “Well, now you have to tell us. Is it Boss Baby?”

“50 First Dates?” Harry ventured. “Bring It On?”

An offended gasp ripped its way out of Gwen’s throat as she whipped around to face Harry sitting across from her. “Hey! Bring It On is a classic, okay? Don’t you dare—“

“Okay, lesbian,” Harry interrupted, rolling his eyes. Gwen parted her lips again, but slowly closed them with a glare after a moment. Peter snorted and shook his head.

“No, it’s, like—it’s not the movie that’s embarrassing, I guess? It’s more… the reason why.”

Harley was sitting across from him, head cocked slightly to the side as he peered at Peter curiously. “Mine’s The Pursuit Of Happyness,” he offered. It wasn’t his turn—he wasn’t supposed to go until after Peter—but still he spoke up, explaining, “It’s kind of fucked up, I think, but it’s, like… I mean, my dad left before I was ten, right? And I don’t really give a shit anymore—it’s basically been a decade, I’m over it for the most part, but…” He trailed off, averting his eyes away from Peter despite Peter looking back at him with surprise.

Harley has mentioned his dad a few times since they met, but only vaguely, here and there. Every time has been apathetic and deadpan, done as soon as it began, but this…

“I just—I guess I like stories where there’s a good dad, you know?” Harley shrugged, lopsided as he shrunk back in his seat a little bit. “Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but I like to see proof that there are good ones out there. Just because mine sucked doesn’t mean all of them do.”

Silence hung over their booth for a long moment. Harry looked understanding as he knocked his shoulder against Harley’s, sharing a small smile that Harley looks hesitant to return, while Gwen looked on with something a bit sad but a bit warm on her face, like she was upset about Harley having this struggle but she was glad that Harley was sharing. Peter kept his gaze on Harley, refused to move it away, waiting until Harley eventually looked back up and their eyes met across the table. Only then did Peter speak.

“Homeward Bound,” he said, gaze steady on Harley. He saw the way Harley’s brows twitched together, the way he seemed to think for a moment, before his eyes went a little bit wide, apparently realizing exactly what movie Peter was talking about. “The one with the animals.”

The booth was silent again. Harley stared back at him.

Peter found that it wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be to explain, “It was one of May’s favorites. She was a nurse for a long time, you know? Wasn’t until after we came back from those five years that she decided to change it up. Before that, she worked in an emergency room. Sometimes in the ICU, when she was needed. She saw… a lot of things.”

He heard Harry shift in his seat. Felt Gwen’s eyes on him. He didn’t look away from Harley, didn’t even want to blink, and Harley continued to look right back. Gave a small nod, barely there, hard to see—but Peter saw it and felt the encouragement coming from that small action.

“She didn’t tell me about it,” Peter continued. “Some stuff, here and there, when I got older, but for the most part she kept it to herself, but I could tell when it had been a rough day. She’d come home looking like she aged ten years. And after a really rough day, she—I mean, she wouldn’t say it, but I could tell that she just needed a chance to get the emotions out, and she’d pick a movie or a show that has a happy ending but gets pretty sad along the way. Homeward Bound was one of her go-to picks. It’s a good movie, you know? Always made her cry but had her smiling at the end. I’d always watch it with her. It became one of my favorites.”

There’s more to it than that. Peter faltered, unsure if he wanted to keep going, but something in Harley’s eyes was shining and he felt some unexpected courage bubble up in his chest.

He still hesitated, but ultimately added, “It also… I think about May when I watch it, you know? Because I always watched it with her, but it also…” He trailed off, pondered his wording for a minute, before stating, “There were reasons it got to me, too. It’s emotional in a lot of ways and May always had a soft spot for animal movies, which I think is why she always picked it, but for me, it… it was kind of nice to see a family come together like that. I didn’t have that, you know? I don’t really remember my parents. I barely remember Ben. Looking back on it, I only really remember having May, and I love her, and I’m so grateful that I had her, but it was—”

Just lay it out. It’s just me and you.

I’m right here. We’re okay. It’s just me and you.

It’s just me and you, okay?

Pulling in a shaky breath, Peter said, “It was just me and her. I wouldn’t trade that for the world, but there were times growing up where I would think about what it could have been like if I had been raised by my parents, if Ben never died. Kind of like what you said, Harley, about wanting to see proof that there are good dads out there, right? That kind of logic. I want…”

Harley looked sad. He looked heavy. He looked like he wanted to go back in time and save Peter’s parents himself. Like he wanted to use Tony’s tech to prevent Ben from dying.

“I want to have that reassurance that not everyone ends up like me,” Peter finally said.

With that, he looked away—down at the table, at his cup of coffee. He went quiet and waited until the others picked up conversation, apparently realizing that he was done talking for the time being. Even then, he didn’t look up. Not until he felt something hit his foot, and then he glanced at Harley, who was still looking at him with something horribly sad and overwhelmingly fond in his eyes. Harley hooked their ankles together under the table. Smiled.

Peter slowly, slowly, slowly smiled back.)

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The Contract - Chapter 35

*Warning: Adult Content*

- Donovan -

"Sir, your mother is on the line," Stacey announces through the phone.

Checking the time on my phone, I see it's not even eight AM yet, not shocking me enough considering who is calling me, the woman who I consider to be a nuisance from the day I could speak and decide for myself.

"Put her through, thank you Stacey," I say, with a sigh.

Answering the call, I don't get an opportunity to ask what she wants or why she's calling as she starts to scream down the phone.

"Donovan, do you know how humiliating that was for us?" she starts by saying, her tone harsh. "Do you have any idea how sick Jacob, your father is because of you," she shouts. "Have you any heart."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, lean back in my chair and sigh, in absolutely no mood for her erratic behavior so early in the morning.

"If this is what you called me for, I'm busy and don't have time for this useless conversation, Mary," knowing exactly what she's trying to do. 

The call goes silent and I practically see her face red with anger and humiliation, her eyes closed and wanting nothing more than to raise her voice at me but she won't because I hold all the cards.

"You brought that boy into our house Donovan, you flaunted your filthy... fling, in our faces," she says in disgust. "You need to end things with him, now. Or I won't be..."

"Shut your mouth," I snap, having finally heard enough. "What I do with whomever I choose is none of your business, for the last time, if you poke your nose in my life again, I will take the life you enjoy so much away, I'm not going to warn you again," I promise, my voice hard and unwavering. "Evan has nothing to do with you and me, I love him and that's none of your business."

"You..." she stuttered, in a shocked tone. "Speaking to me, your mother like this, do you have no heart? Does the boy even know anything about you?" she pondered noisily. "I'm suggesting not since he hasn't run away yet," she proudly says while I picture a grin forming on her face. "A boy that young doesn't want to be tied down with an older man, have you completely lost your mind, Donovan?"

I feel my nails dig into my palm as I glare at the phone, wanting nothing more than to wish I had never answered this call or blacklisted her number entirely.

"I'm warning you, if you do anything to Evan, I will take it all away," I threaten, my hands shaking in anger. "I won't warn you again."

She chuckles, making me clench my jaw.

"I never thought I'd see the day my cold-hearted son would be chasing young boys," she says, making me close my eyes angrily as my nose flares. "Oh, what would  THEY say?" she says, hitting my last nerve.

I end the call and sigh heavily as I try to control myself and the thoughts running free in my mind, of all the things I would love to do just to ruin her life, to take everything I've given them away, with a snap of my fingers.

The money... the houses, all the cars and vacations they've bought and paid for, with my money and yet after everything I've done to help them get on their feet after the mess they've made with Alex, paying people off... and yet she continues to poke her nose into my life.

'Chasing young boys.'

I could almost laugh the moment the words left her mouth because boy is she wrong, especially when it comes to Evan Beckett.

I never chased him, I didn't even want anything to do with him in the beginning, I'm thirteen years older than him and he's a man, a gender I've never been attracted to in the slightest but that was before I spent more time with him and got to know him.

Signing Evan with my agency was something I'd never done before, not from one simple meeting, I went as far as to be sure that everything was strictly business as possible, even making a contract stating I could never fire him due to our 'physical relationship' if we ever broke things off.

Four million dollars for his life back, for Evan that much money was something he didn't think twice about, it's definitely something I should regret but I don't and I know that makes me a bad person or even the devil in his eyes.

I used his debt as a way to get close to him, I knew the first moment I looked up and saw him sitting there, in my office, that I wanted him, in what capacity I didn't know but like a moth to a flame, I couldn't back off.

I couldn't deny that Evan was attractive, he had something others lacked and in my business, I wanted that badly, even if he didn't sleep with me, I probably would have given the money to him, just to have him.

It'd be bad business to turn away a talent like Evan Beckett.

I never thought our 'strictly sex' relationship would end up like this, that I'd fall in love with a guy thirteen years younger than me and an actor of all people.

Perhaps I did somewhere down the line want this to happen, as much as I tried to deny it, I liked Evan from the moment I laid eyes on him, something completely new to me as I only ever slept with women.

The moment I kissed him, I knew that despite how we started, it would only get harder for me to stay away from him, possibly breaking his heart in the process.

There's still so much I haven't shared with him, there have been reasons why I never took a girlfriend, it was simple and easy and I didn't have to explain myself to anyone, which I loathed.

I'm not gay, I'm far from gay, men simply don't attract me, my cock couldn't be any softer when I tried to watch gay videos one night when I was away for a week, the first business trip away since I started my relationship with Evan.

I couldn't get hard, I tried but nothing worked, until Evan popped into my head, like a horny teenager, my cock sprung to life at the thought of his lips wrapped around my length, and that's when I knew, I was completely screwed.

He's so easy to love, break and put back together again, it made me addicted to him, even the way he looked at me sometimes set my skin ablaze, I wanted to fuck him every given moment we were alone, just for looking at me.

I might be going insane or maybe I really do have a problem but having Evan, confirming my feelings for him and declaring our relationship status, it just felt right, despite how uneasy he feels, I want this relationship, I want to try and make this real.

My mother may have just given me the push I needed to tell Evan exactly why I pushed him away the first time or why I am the way I am.

Evan is either going to run away and take a swing at me again or he's going to sit and want to hear what I have to say, either way, for the first time in a long time, I'm nervous about the outcome.

The reason I feel that way is because I had an ex-wife and with that wife, I had a son, a fully grown fifteen-year-old boy, who I wanted to protect at any cost.

I was twenty years old when Emily, a girlfriend I was on and off seeing at the time told me she was pregnant, I was young and stupid and it only got more complicated as we grew and raised our child away from the public eye as my company grew larger.

We married for the sake of our son, Jamie, even though our relationship was long over, I stayed until we both agreed to a separation, so we did and since then we're on good terms and I see my son whenever I can.

Evan will either take this one way or another, he is after all still young and has his life ahead of him, whilst mine is in high school and living with my ex-wife.

My relationship is still new and I'm still learning things about myself with Evan but now I made my move, I have to be the one to tell him before he finds out another way.

Emily and Jason have a right to know, encase this gets out, not that Mary would dare, I hold too much power over her head but last night was the first time I was in public with another person and a man.

Although Carmen's restaurant was private, people have eyes, ears and mouths and everybody has an angle, especially when you are who you are and who Evan and I are, is newsworthy, by now someone had spread the news about seeing us together.

Although I was Evan's ex-boss, at first people would suspect I want to sign him again, which gives me time to tell my ex-wife and son, before seeing us out again and connecting the dots about our relationship.

I'm starting to get a headache at the thought of it, I need control and if it gets out before I can control the narrative, I'd have to work to stop it from reaching the news, even put in a few favors to friends.

I press the button for my receptionist on my phone, Stacey.

"Yes sir?" her voice comes through.

"Connect me to Emily Johnson., I say, loosening the top buttons of my shirt.

"Connecting you now Sir," Stacey says as she puts me through, and the call starts ringing.

The call goes through and I take a sigh, ready for the first step.

"It's me," I breathe. "We need to talk, are you free today?"

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Can I plz request a Bridgerton!brother

who around Benedict age who very nice and charming with everyone and everyone but the Bridgerton’s thinks a flirt and a rake

Doubt

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 1,193

Summary- Y/N Bridgerton announces to the family that he is going to propose to a woman and the Bridgerton family is shocked.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for family dinner because I know this will be a rough one. Today I announce to my family that I am planning an engagement. Now that may not sound nerve racking to the average lad most families would be ecstatic. However, my family does not think of me so highly they expect that I must be some outlandish rake like my elder brothers just because I am Benedict’s twin. I’ve never understood the twinly stereotype that we must be the same since we were born on the same day. If anything we couldn’t be more different.   

Benedict has always thought with his heart and is only focused on his art I prefer to think with my brain that was until I met her. She has made me feel like no feeling I have ever felt before I want to think with my heart now. My family however assumes me to be an emotional twin of Benedict obsessed with women and hobbies. I try to prove them wrong by being kind and charming but I think it just gives them a worse impression of me.

I put on my nicest clothes and play with my hair a little to long until I am satisfied. I am determined to show my family how serious I am about this girl and it isn’t just a fling not that I would ever see a girl without an escort. I walk out of my room with a serious face to only be stopped by Colin.

“You are looking quite dapper Y/N off to see a lady?” He winks and I roll my eyes in return.

“You know I am the one who called for you all to be at family dinner,” I sigh in annoyance and hold the bridge of my nose.

“What has you knickers in a twist,” he asks.

“Nothing,”I clear my throat and brush my hands on my clothes for the millionth time. 

I walk away from Colin so he would hopefully forget this conversation and dinner will go as smooth as I plan. I make my way to the dining room and inspect the layout of the dishes the maids have set. I’ve even chosen a meal I know my family likes but doesn’t like to much so there is no arguing about how much everyone got. I have picked a royal purple table cloth to represent the riches that come with marriage not that we need her dowry. I just need to show my family that I am serious about this marriage and not the rake they think I am.

The firsts to arrive are Mother, Anthony, and Daphne. I fiddle with my hands because I can already tell that they are in a bad mood from the dirty looks that Daphne keeps shooting Anthony. I pull the chair out for Mother and Anthony makes his way to the head of the table.

“This table cloth is quite decadent I do not recall owning.” Mother ponders out loud.

“And the fine china is out. Are we having any guests tonight?” Daphne adds.

I quickly assure them that I just thought it would be nice for a family dinner and they nod wordlessly. Colin enters chasing Francesca, Hyacinth, and Gregory in. It seems like they were playing a game before they came in but Mother is quick to stop them.

“No running in the house!” She says sternly and my siblings immediately halt and make there way to the table.

Of course last to join us is Benedict and Eloise who reek of cigar smoke which only heightens my nerves because Benedict is not only setting a bad example but this will surely cause Eloise and Mother to fight.

Anthony laughs, “Nice of you two join us.”

I quickly hush him and smile, “They are here that's all that matters.”

Anthony looks at me suspiciously at my effort to keep the peace.

Mother smiles at my words, “You are so right Y/N we will hardly get any family dinners like this after Daphne is married I mean we are missing so many family dinners now due to Daphne being so busy with suitors.”

“Not that busy due to Anthony,” Daphne mumbles under her breath causing Eloise to let out a small chuckle.

I try to find a quick way to change the subject but am unfortunately to late when Anthony is quick to make a daring comment back.

“I am the man of the house you would be nowhere without me! Would you rather the twins be in charge of your season? They are to busy being rakes! They could never take care of this family the way I do! I do not understand why you are being such a brat!” Anthony’s rant feels like it goes on forever and I have to hold my head so I don’t explode due to rage.

Daphne is seething and I feel truly bad for her she is the only one who gets me in this family she takes the time to listen and I think it is because no one listens to her. She actually helped me plan this dinner even though she is busy with the season and she’s the only sibling I have told about my engagement. I just hope she can let this argument go so the dinner can go smoothly.

“Maybe I would rather have Y/N be the head of the household at least he actually listens to me!” She shouts back and I facepalm in response. This dinner is not going to be at all like I planned.

Eloise laughs at the idea and Colin is sitting very awkwardly due to the argument. I sigh knowing this argument will last all dinner so I take a deep breath and come right out with it.

“I am engaged..” I blurt out.

Benedict was mid drink but it is quickly shot out of his nose and on to the once clean table cloth. Eloise is hysterically laughing at my statement and at Benedict while Hyacinth and Gregory stare in utter shock.

Mother’s face is truly one of disappointment, “ That is not a funny joke Y/N.”

“It’s not funny because it’s true,” I say trying my best to stay composed.

“There is no way a rake like you and I Y/N can settle down,” Anthony responds.

“That is your choice to believe that but this woman makes me feel things I have never felt before they are pure feelings that I never want to get rid of. You can either accept that or not be a part of my life but that would disappointment me greatly.” I respond for once feeling heard and assured.

Mother’s eyes are tearing up, “I am proud of the man you have become I only wish you had told me about her sooner. So when can we we meet her?”

Benedict smiles widely at me “Yes, we must meet the Woman that has turned you into a lovesick fool.”

Daphne responds “Oh she surely is quite the woman.”

“YOU’VE MET HER!” The whole family says chaotically and out of sync.

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PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,023

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Of all places he’s expected to find her, the snack section of a 7-11 isn't one of them. 

He’s just passing through Elko on his way to meet Dean for a job, and his bus doesn’t leave until noon the next morning. The seedy motel next door is completely devoid of refreshments other than the beer he’s brought with him, and he’s slipping the last twenty-dollar bill he’s got through his fingers when he rounds the corner and bumps into a woman half his size.

“Sorry!” he excuses, watching as she stumbles forward, catching herself on the rack. “Are you okay? I didn���t mean to—”

He stops when you turn around and he sees your face. You’re older, obviously, all the baby fat gone from your cheeks. Your lips are slightly chapped, and you’ve got a scar dashing one eyebrow in two. But it’s definitely you. 

Your eyes go wide, brow furrowing as you analyze his features, searching for any sign that it isn’t him.

“Y/N?”

“Sam?”

***

1999: Tucson

“No.”

“Y/N, I swear I don’t wanna—”

“You said you wouldn’t leave me!”

You’re standing, fists clenched by your sides. Tears stream down your face and tint the rims of your eyes pink. Sam’s sitting on your bed, helplessly watching as you fight the urge to break down completely. A hunter’s child as well, you’ve been brought up to be tough, to stick your emotions up your ass and take life as it comes, but you’re still a sixteen-year-old girl, deeply in love and unable to help yourself. Sam’s older, almost eighteen, and John wants him to break their little fling off before things get too complicated. 

“I…” Sam sighs and twists his fingers into your bedspread. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I just… I can’t, my dad wants—”

“You promised that you’d take me away,” you cut him off, more tears sliding down your face. “Last week you said that as soon as we had enough money you’d take me away and we could be together!”

“I’m gonna be too old for you.”

“Two years isn’t a big deal!”

Sam rubs his face, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He hates this. If he’d had his way he would have taken the hundred dollars in his wallet and skipped town on a Greyhound with you the minute he’d promised you a life you could only dream of. But he can’t—one way or another John’ll find them, and when he sends you back your father, he’ll be less than kind about it. 

“It wouldn’t be safe,” he says, trying to convince you to take his side. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can protect myself.” Your voice grows small and light as he stands, eyes fixed on your bedroom door. “Sam, please… please don’t leave me here.”

He grits his teeth and steps up to you, cupping your face in his big hands and pressing a warm, gentle kiss to your lips. He can taste the wet salt of your tears and takes a shaky breath as he steps back. “I love you,” he says, “I really do, Y/N, I promise I won’t… I won’t forget this. I won’t forget you.”

***

You storm past him, leaving bags of chips scattered on the floor as you head for the door. Sam ignores the cashier calling after him as he drops his own items and races after you, following you across the parking lot as you head for what looks like your dad’s beat-up blue pickup truck. 

“Wait!” He jogs in front of you, holding a hand up so he can stop you in your tracks. “Y/N, wait, lemme—”

You slap him hard across the face. He’s not expecting it, and the blow sends him back a couple steps. “Don’t,” you spit, “you don’t get to just show up and act like you can explain what happened.”

“Just listen to me,” Sam protests, “come on, I—”

Tears brim in your eyes as you try to push past him. “Just leave me alone.”

“No!” He grabs your wrist and spins you around, making you look at him. “After my dad died I went back to your house and you and your dad were gone. I’ve been trying to find you for years, Y/N, for years. Don’t think I’m just gonna let you walk away, not after what you and I had.”

Your lower lip trembles as you pull your wrist from his grip. “You really messed with my head, Sam. You were my first guy, you got my first kiss, hell, you even got my fucking virginity, you remember that?”

He nods, glad that the streetlights don’t show his cheeks going red. “I thought I could make it all work out.”

“And then you just listened to your dad and left me in the dust,” you continue, “you didn’t even try to fight it, you just let him call the shots no matter who got hurt in the process.”

“I never thought that we would get that far!” Sam raises his voice, towering over you. He’s a lot bigger than you remember, but you don’t cower, just puff your chest out and glare up at him like he’s nothing. “We were living in a damn fantasy, Y/N. We didn’t know what we were doing, we were stupid and impulsive and we got messed up because of it. You’re not the only one who was hurting after that.”

Wiping your eyes, you sniff quietly and fold your arms. “I’m sorry… you just… after you left I thought I’d never see you again.”

Sam backs down, biting the inside of his cheek as you stare at his boots. “I’m staying at the motel here,” he says, “wanna walk back with me? We can catch up, I’ve got some beer, if you want.”

You take a few seconds to consider, and then nod slowly. “Okay.”

“All right.” Sam pulls the keys to his room from his pocket and walks with you to the row of dimly lit rooms. Once inside, he heads to the mini-fridge. There’s three beers still inside, and he twists the cap off of one before handing it to you. You take a long swallow and sit down at the table to kick your boots off. 

“Been a long day,” you sigh, stretching your legs out. “Where are you headed? Dean still around?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. I’m actually supposed to meet him in Albuquerque tomorrow night, there’s a vampire nest and he needs backup.”

“I thought you guys would be traveling together.”

“We do,” Sam replies, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed, “I just needed a weekend off, I’m catching a bus at noon tomorrow.” He gestures up towards your face. “That scar. How’d you get that?”

“Bar fight.” You grit your teeth. “Some dude got a little too handsy with me and his girlfriend didn’t like that, so she smashed a beer bottle on my head.”

Sam winces. “Yikes.”

“Yup. Eight stitches.” You run a finger over the small line. “Coulda been worse though. Doctor said another half inch down and she would’ve got my eye. Now I just think it looks cool.”

He chuckles, elbows braced on his knees as he smiles over at you. Despite trying to appear comfortable, he’s anxious. At any moment you could stand up and walk right out of the room, and then be lost forever. 

“So, what’re you doing now?” he asks, trying to keep the conversation flowing. “Still hunting, or…?”

“On occasion.” You tip back another swallow of beer. “When I’m needed or catch something simple, I chip in. Mostly I just… drive. Don’t like to stay in one place too long, since dad died.”

“Oh?” Sam straightens up. “When did that happen?”

“‘Bout six years ago?” you shrug, “he got cancer.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” you reply, “fucker was always smoking two packs a day since I was a kid. By the time he got the diagnosis he only had a few weeks.”

Sam frowns. “You and him didn’t get along?”

“He was a tough-love parent, y’know?” you reply, “he was sweet up ‘til momma died, then he started getting nasty. That��s why I wanted to get the hell outta that house with you, I figured if I’d stay he’d eventually beat the crap out of me, and he did. Couple times, now that I think about it, after you left.”

Tears sting Sam’s eyes. He hasn’t given a thought to what he’d left behind for a long time. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I never meant… I never meant to leave you for that, I thought I was—”

“Doing the right thing?” You scoff, biting your lower lip as your cheeks flush. “I’m not angry, Sam, I’m way past that. But I won’t deny that I’m still sad, and I still cry thinking about you sometimes. I can’t sleep with men without thinking about you, I can’t listen to all the songs we used to play on the radio without hearing your stupid voice singing along.” Tears brim and spill over your eyes. “I hate how deep you’ve gotten into me but I can’t bear to let it go.”

He bows his head. Truthfully, he feels the exact same way about her. She’s wormed her way so deep into his soul that he can’t forget a minute of their time together. Other women break the tension form time to time, but he’ll never get over the delicious wet squeeze of your virgin pussy around his cock.

“Then stay the night,” he says, “stay the night with me, here.”

“We can’t—”

“What other chance are we gonna get? We bump into each other after fifteen years, Y/N. I don't want to just let you go. I wanna make up for all the shit I did, everything I put you through.” He stands up, walks slowly over to you, and takes your hand. “Please.”

You blink more tears out of your eyes. “I… this isn’t just sex to me, Sam. You know that.”

“It’s more than just sex to me too,” he replies, “you ever think it was that for me?”

Shrugging, you lower your eyes to the floor. “Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah.” He nods and wiggles his fingers. “C’mon, Y/N.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you up from the chair and right into his arms. He’s so big… bigger than you remember him. All warm skin, firm muscle, stubble dotting his jaw, he’s grown from the lanky teenager who fucked you long and slow in the twin-sized bed you’d had since you were a kid into the perfect specimen of a man. 

He kisses you slowly, his lips moving in a soft, passionate rhythm. Your free hand floats up to land on his waist, just under his shirt, and he stiffens at the feeling of your palm against his skin. 

You undress each other slowly, exposing each inch of skin with a mixture of desire and apprehension. When you’re stripped down to your panties and Sam’s rocking a pair of red Saxx briefs, he pauses.

“Do I need anything?” he asks.

You shake your head. “I’m on birth control, we’re good.”

Sam lets out a low huff as he lifts you up and carries you over to the bed. It’s low to the ground, and when he drops you onto it you bounce up just a little. He grins as he lays himself over you, hips slotting between your legs. He grinds himself against your pussy, watching your eyes widen.

“Jesus, you’ve gotten big,” you say breathlessly, a smile playing on your lips.

“Mmm, I think you can take it,” he replies, reaching down to tug your panties over your hips. “Bet you’re still just as tight as you were.” He shucks his boxers off and kicks them over the edge of the bed. His cock’s longer and thicker than you remember, tinted light red and weeping precum from the tip. 

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you joke, “been long enough.”

“Shut up, I’ve had practice.” Sam guides himself to your entrance and pushes in, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. He feels you stretch around him and almost immediately begins to thrust. The soft, gentle motion helps him enter you, slightly deeper and deeper every time. 

“Oh, God…” you wrap your legs around his waist and reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, “you’re not gonna fit—”

“I’ll fit.” He spreads his knees apart and uses the leverage to push forward. You whimper as he seats himself fully in you, stretching your pussy around his thick, heavy shaft. 

“Gimmie a minute,” you whisper thickly, “Goddamn…”

Sam chuckles and kisses the side of your neck, steadily grinding the hot skin above his pubic bone into your clit. The sensation makes your clench around him, almost as if you’re greedily sucking him in deeper. You whimper and moan against his lips when he shifts to take the weight of his hips off of yours. 

After several minutes, you run your hands down his sides and dig your nails into the firm flesh of his ass. “Fuck me,” you rasp, “hard.”

Sam grabs the covers over your head and braces his other hand over your shoulder. Your tits bounce when he pulls back and shoves in, and he closes his eyes, tipping his head forward. You feel all snug and warm and wet on his bare flesh and he can barely stand it. You don’t feel any different than when you were younger.

“Oh, God,” he breathes, “yeah, that’s… shit, you feel really good, Y/N…”

He fucks a little faster, a little harder, and your nails scrape down his sides, digging deep enough to leave long red welts. The sting and ache makes his balls tingle, and he lets out a low growl that makes you shudder.

You slide your free hand down between your bodies and rub your clit, arching your back up off the bed. Sam huffs loudly and pushes his forearm under the back of your neck, curling over and caging you in underneath him. He’s hot and sweaty and the sound of his hips slapping rapidly against your ass fills the room. 

Sam loses himself in the atmosphere, not stopping even as your whimpers escalate into high-pitched cries and moans of pleasure. His hips burn and ache, and he has to pause briefly to adjust his position and swallow to quench the dryness in his throat. You cough, head falling back on the mattress.

“Water?” he asks. When you nod, letting your eyes flutter closed as you stretch, he pulls out and climbs off the bed, walking stiffly to the sink to fill a plastic cup with water. He downs half of it before coming back to offer the rest to you. You take a long gulp and slump back, panting heavily with one hand still between your legs. 

Sam wastes no time in climbing back on top of you, easing slowly back inside. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close as he falls back into his rough, heavy rhythm.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, “keep doing that, Sam, don’t stop…”

He nods frantically, crashing his lips against yours. Your kisses are wet and messy, interrupted when he shifts positioning to thrust deeper. You quicken your fingers on your clit, eager to cum with him still inside you. 

“I can feel you,” he growls, “you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” You slap your palm down on the coverlet, fingers curling into the thick fabric. “Oh, fuck, I’m almost there…”

Sam snarls and fucks you faster. The headboard slams against the wall, and you squeeze tight around him, nails digging into his bicep. The motion of his cock slamming repeatedly into your cunt is enough to drive you over the edge, and you let go with a choked sob of his name. Sam lets the repetitive pulsing around his cock drag his own orgasm out of him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You squirm at the feeling of him cumming inside you, the thick wet spurt of his seed against your walls and cervix as he fucks sloppily though his climax.

“Oh, Jesus,” he breathes, pulling out and falling to lie beside you, “I can’t… fuck…”

You squeeze your thighs together, trying as hard as you can to not let his cum drip out onto the covers. It’s been so long since you’ve been well and truly fucked like this, and with Sam… Sam’s here, lying next to you, inside you. “I need a minute,” you sigh shakily.

“I know, me too.” Sam places a hand on your thigh and turns to kiss your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You clear your throat. “I’m… I just didn’t expect to end up like this tonight.”

He chuckles. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t expect it either.”

You lie there in silence for a good ten minutes, breathing and kissing and lazily running shaky fingers over each other’s skin. When Sam’s phone rings, he gets up with a groan and rummages in his jeans on the floor before pulling the device out and answering the call.

“Yeah?” He pauses, holding up a finger when you tilt your head inquisitively. “It’s… oh, you’re done? Okay… yeah, I’ll just wait here, then… yeah… yeah, bye.” He hands up and tosses his phone on the end of the bed.

“Who was that?” you ask.

“Uh, Dean.” Sam clears his throat. “They finished the job, he said he’d just head back here tomorrow.”

You nod slowly. “Oh… do you think I should go?”

“No.” Sam answers almost too quickly and catches himself. “Just stay tonight, please.”

You stretch, wincing as the covers below you grow warm and sticky. “Yeah… too late to hit the road anyway.”

Sam holds out his hand. “Shower?”

Smiling softly, you take it, allowing him to pull you up and into his arms. “I think I’d like that.”

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Chaotic as The Sea (3/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k Warning: swearing, violence Part Summary: The Black Pearl arrives in Bimini and as any adventure with Jack Sparrow, there’s chaos

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Two days later... 

Will

We arrive at Bimini as the sun begins to set. Y/N and Barbosa argue that we should wait until sunrise to explore the island. I argue that we can't waste another minute without trying to rescue Elizabeth. Jack, to my surprise, agrees that we shouldn't wait. Though, I think his reasoning is because he wants to see the fountain. 

Barbosa, Jack, Gibbs, Ragetti, Pintel, Y/N, and I all hop off the boat to explore the island. Gibbs, Will, and Pintel all carry long torches for us as the only sources of light. 

"Okay, so I know the general direction, but unless you feel like risking the chance of getting lost, which I don't, I suggest we use the compass," Y/N announces. 

"I thought you were certain of the fountain's location," Barbosa remarks a tad agitated. 

"Every tree and speck of white sand look exactly the same. Next trip, I'll drop your ass in a jungle in the middle of the night and tell you to find your way out!" She snaps. 

"Okay, well then let's use the compass." Ragetti takes the compass of Jack's belt and hands it to Y/N. 

The device begins to spin in her hand and Ragetti peeks over her shoulder. Jack quietly moves to stand beside her, wishing to catch a glimpse of himself. 

Abruptly, Y/N shuts the compass and frantically tries to get rid of it. "Oh uh, no it's okay, Jack can take it." She tosses it to him. 

"Me?" He looks at her wide-eyed and panicky. "No, give it to Will! He wants to find the bloody place." He tosses it to me. 

"What's wrong with you two?" Barbosa yells in frustration. 

"The compass doesn't work for them," I state. 

"Seriously!" Y/N huffs. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barbosa questions. 

"When Jack holds it the arrow points to Y/N," I explain pointing between them. 

"Who told you that!" Jack questions. 

Then, Jack and Y/N both glare at Gibbs. "Gibbs!" They bark in unison. 

The older man holds up his hands in surrender. 

"Well, why can't Y/N do it?" Pintel questions timidly, circling his hands together. 

"Why can't Will just bloody do it and we can move on!" The woman challenges. 

Jack nods. "I'm with her on this one." 

I sigh. "When Y/N holds it, it points toward whatever she wants so bad in New France." 

"But isn't New France North of here?" Ragetti questions. 

"Yes!" The rest of us answer in unison. 

His face scrunches together in confusion. "But uh-" 

Y/N elbows Ragetti in the ribs. "Shut it!" She's quick to change the subject. "Let's go! Will! I'll lead the way, you just act as a checker." 

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30 minutes later... 

Y/N

As the seven of us continue to march through the thick jungle, Jack appears beside me. "After we're finished in New France. I say you and I pay a visit to Tortuga for old time's sake." 

I laugh. "Ha! Wish to relive our break-up?" 

"Think of it as a celebration of our reunion," he tries to sugarcoat it. 

I roll my eyes, laughing as I move ahead to join Will up front. "In your dreams!" 

Ragetti

I pick up my pace to catch up with Pintel. "I know something you don't know!" 

"What?" He eagerly asks. 

"When Y/N was holding the compass, the arrow was pointing toward her," I whisper. 

His face scrunches together. "Y/N desires herself?" 

"No!" I huff. "Jack was standing next to her!" 

He gasps, putting it all together. "So you mean-" 

"Yes!" 

He grins. "That's kinda sweet actually." 

Y/N

"Now be careful!" I announce to the men, watching my step as we get closer to the mountainside. "The natives made pit traps and other boobytraps-" 

Before I can finish my warning. Jack screams from the back of the group. When I whip my head around, Jack is nowhere to be seen. "For idiots like Jack," I sigh. 

"Does anyone see him?" Will questions, moving his torch around. 

"It's kind of dark!" Gibbs remarks. 

"Thank Jack and Will for that! They refused to wait until morning," I grumble, marching back to where I last saw Jack.  

"Jack!" We all call in a scatter as we search. 

"Captain!" Gibbs shouts. 

We all watch our steps, checking the heavily covered jungle floor and sky for any sign of him. He could be hanging from a tree in a net or in a hole somewhere. If it's deep enough and well covered, it'll be hard to hear him.

"This is ridiculous!" Gibbs huffs. 

"I say we leave him and tell the crew some natives got him," Barbosa suggests.  

"I have an idea," I announce as one pops into my head. "Give me the compass," I ask Will, holding out my head. 

"But how will that help?" He questions with a raised brow. 

I hold the compass in my palm and lift the lid. I watch as the arrow spins. Soon, each of the men are gathered around me in a circle, eager to catch a glimpse. Then, the arrow stops, pointing Southeast. The men break apart, allowing me to follow it. 

"Watch your step," I advise. 

I keep a close eye on the arrow, making sure it doesn't change direction. I'm about to take another step when Will suddenly grabs my arm. I glance ahead and realize there's a massive pit in front of me. Its edges were covered in leaves and brush. 

"Oh, thanks," I exhale deeply. 

"Captain! You down there?" Gibbs shouts down below, holding a torch above the massive pit. 

I kneel down beside the pit and await an answer. 

There's a faint, "Am I dead?" 

I giggle and shout back. "No, you're not dead you idiot!" 

"Pintel! Ragetti! Go fetch a rope from the ship!" Barbosa commands, sending the two off. 

I laugh, relieved that Jack is okay. Based on the distant swooshing sound, the pit is filled with water thankfully, not spikes. This could've been a recovery mission. I sit back on my knees and glance up to find the remaining three men staring at me with knowing grins. 

"What!" I sass, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Nothing," they all say, breaking apart to roam in different directions. 

I roll my eyes, such nosy people, pirates. 

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The men work together, yanking Jack up from the bottom of the pit. I remained to kneel beside the edge, holding up a torch so we can see Jack when he pops up. 

"Ho!" Barbosa calls out as they tug the robe. "Ho!" 

Soon, Jack appears from within the darkness and I grip his belt, guiding him to safety. The men release the rope and relax, releasing panting breaths. 

"You okay? Captain!" Gibbs questions. 

"Yeah," Jack flips onto his back, catching his breath, "yeah, I should be fine. How did you-" His eyes flicker about until his eyes land on the compass on the ground beside me. 

"Ah, now that's interesting." A cheeky smirk begins to form on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. 

I shove him in the shoulder, frustrated. "I told you to watch where you were going!" He has no idea how worried I was. 

"I was a tad distracted by you, Love," he chuckles. 

My eyes fall shut as I release a sigh of relief. Thank God, he's okay. 

Jack places his hand on my thigh, capturing me by surprise. His dark eyes meet might and I place my hand over his. He flips his over and they interlock in my lap. His eyes soften at the sight. 

Suddenly, there's a series of yells from across the jungle. Each of us tosses our heads to the side and sees small glimmers of light in the distance. Jack flies up beside me from his laid position. 

"Are they with us?" He questions. 

There's the ring of a gunshot and the bullet hits the tree right by Barbosa's head. 

"Don't think so!" Will declares, his voice shaky. 

"Who are they?" I shout. 

"Wait! They're Black Beard's men! I remember one of them. He's the one who took Elizabeth!" Will determines. 

“How did they find the fountain?” Barbosa yells. 

“He knew you’d come and find me!” I comprehend and look over at Jack. “He’s been following us here!” 

Pintel and Ragetti immediately make a run for it. 

“I’m with them, time to go!” Will decides and starts to run back to the ship. 

Jack takes my hand and instantly brings me to my feet. We begin to run too, hand in hand. 

“Cowards!” Barbosa shouts and stands his ground. He whips out his gun and begins to shoot at the mob. “Come and get it you slimy gits! Ha!” He laughs. 

Running utterly blind in the dark jungle, there’s hardly any light other than that that can make it through the tree tops from the moon. We make it through the jungle and see the beach a few yards ahead. Will and the two morons make a bee-line for the ship, when they’re suddenly stopped by a cluster of Blackbeard’s men running from down the beach. Jack pulls me into his side and draws his sword.

 Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I’m yanked away from Jack. He immediately whips around and his eyes grow wide. My back slams into someone’s chest and I struggle to free myself. More of Blackbeard’s men appear from within the jungle and begin to fight Jack. Two men begin to drag me off and I fling around, trying to break free. 

"Jack!" I scream. “Let me go you bastards!” 

Jack searches for me and when he finally spots me, he screams. "No!" He looks at me pleading and full of guilt. 

As more of Blackbeard’s men appear, we both quickly realize there’s nothing either of us can do. These morons are taking me to their ship, more than likely to see their captain and to be held prisoner. This is yet another reunion I did not request. 

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After sailing out to the Queen Anne's Revenge a couple hundred yards from the island, the nasty men take me aboard and immediately drag me off to the captain’s quarters. They swing open the double doors below top deck and we enter a familiar red velvet decorated office. 

A tall man stands behind the desk with his back to us. "And who do we have here?" A familiar voice purrs. When he spins around, his grin falls to confusion. "Y/N?" 

"I told you! Idiots!" I huff and yank my arms free from his buffoons."Hi, Eddie," I offer a fake smile.

"Eddie?" The pair beside me repeat in unison. 

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "How many times must I tell you?" 

"You could hand me the Templar Treasure yourself, I won't call you Blackbeard. It's stupid," I laugh, approaching him. 

"Leave us," he commands his minions. Once we’re allow, he moves to stand the other side of his desk. He props himself against it with a grin. "So, you and Jack are back together again..." 

"No way in hell," I snicker, taking a look about his office. He’s changed it in the last five years. "He promised me he knew where the Templar Treasure was, I'm simply completing my half of the deal." 

"Which is?" He inquires. 

I stop my admiring of his decor to meet his gaze. "Showing him to the fountain." 

"You would honestly betray me like that?" He acts offended my placing his hand against his chest. 

"If it guaranteed me the Holy Grail? Yes,” I stand firm. 

"Your loyalties still lie with that treasure? You truly are a pirate at heart,” he smirks. He rises from his position on the desk to pour us chalices of wine. As he approaches me, his eyes travel up and down my entirety. "Dare I say, you look amazing." 

I accept the wine, but roll my eyes at his compliment. "Oh save it.” 

He pouts dramatically. "What happened to the spirited eighteen-year-old I first met?” He reaches up and tucks strands of my hair behind my ear. “You're bitter now." 

I lift my arm and knock his hand away from me. "It's called maturing." 

"Have you matured enough to conclude that I'm the better man than Jack?" He smirks, stepping closer to me. 

I move away from him and toward the book case against the far wall behind his desk. "I think I prefer neither of you,” I answer over my shoulder. 

"One point, if I recall correctly, there was a point where you couldn't choose between us." He narrows his eyes, taking a sip of his wine as he creeps closer to me again. "Do you remember those few months in Bermuda?" 

I shift of my heels, allowing my eyes to fall to the Persian rug beneath them. "It was always going to be him, Eddie..." 

Abruptly, he rushes toward me and pins me against the bookcase. My wine falls out of my hand and stains the rug. "I could've had you if I wanted!" He growls. 

I look him dead in the eyes with a clenched jaw. "You dare threaten me!” 

He laughs mockingly. "What? Going to curse me?" 

I grin. "That used to terrify you if I recall correctly." 

"You're all bark and no bite. I happen to know for a fact, you don't practice dark magic!" He challenges. 

"Just because I don't practice it, doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.”  

There’s a commotion outside and soon the double doors swing open to reveal Jack marching in, gun drawn. While Eddie is distracted I pick up a vase off one of the shelves near me and I knock him over the head with it. The vase shatters into a hundred pieces over his head and the man falls to the ground with a thud at my feet. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I meet Jack’s gaze. His eyes flicker away from the man knocked out on the floor and up to me. 

"I hate that I'm relieved to see you," I pant. 

He runs over to me and takes my hand. "Consequence of loving me." He guides me over to one of the windows and swings it open. “Can you jump?” 

I look at him as though he as three heads. “Can you jump? What kind of dumb question is that?” I mock. Then, I ask him a similar dumb question. “I don’t know Jack, can you swim?” I roll my eyes and climb up onto the windowpane and jump out. 

“Jesus, Mary, and the bloody camel sorry for asking!” I hear him grumble under his breath as climbs out the window and jumps in after me. 

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Jack

We’re not sure how we’ll get Elizabeth back, but we will. Though, I suspect that he was never after the fountain. No, what he truly wanted was Y/N and the fountain was just a cover-up. I brought her right to him. For now, we just need to create some distance between us so we can form a plan. 

Y/N climbs the ladder above me and Gibbs helps her on board. She offers him a thank you and brushes herself down. The crew is well into their tasks, getting us far from this island as soon as possible. 

“Glad to see you’re safe, Miss,” Gibbs greets. 

“Did everyone make it back okay?” She questions as I climb aboard. 

“Yes, even I,” Barbosa announces with a proud grin. “Not with the help of you lot,” he adds. 

“Don’t exactly have a death wish,” she giggles. 

“There’s a change of clothes for you in the Captain’s office,” Gibbs informs her. 

She offers him thanks and begins toward my quarters. Barbosa and Gibbs break apart to return to their positions. 

“You! Hold it!” I call out. 

The two men glance in my direction, wondering who I’m speaking to. They follow my gaze to Y/N. 

She whips her head around, her gorgeous, long, wavy, Y/H/C flowing in the breeze. She crosses her arms over chest. “Excuse me?” She scoffs with a grin forming on her lips. 

I narrow my gaze at her. “I have one question.” 

Barbosa and Gibbs watch the interaction, their heads tilting back and forth between us with each exchange. The crew too watches as they attempt to multitask with their duties. Her eyes remain on the deck panels and anywhere else but me. 

“Did you know the compass would lead you to me?” I ask. 

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s reluctant to answer despite the amused expression she wears. Then, her eyes rise to meet mine with a sigh. “Yes... maybe...” 

I smirk, approaching her slowly. “Oh see now that’s interesting, don’t you think?” 

“What? Just going to gloat about the ship now?” She rolls her eyes, directing her focus in the distance away from me. 

I bring my hands up to her cup her face and make her meet my gaze. To my surprise and pleasure, she doesn’t move from her spot or shove me away. Instead, brings her fingers to hook through the loops of belt. 

“You stay with me from now on. No more hiding out.” I smirk. “That’s an order,” I tease quietly between us. 

“Whatever you say...” Her eyes fall to my lips and then flicker back to my eyes. She grins. “Captain.” 

One my hands slips behind her head to her neck and I bring my lips to meet hers in a needy kiss. Her arms fling over my shoulders, deepening the kiss. 

“Now they’re going to be insufferable!” I hear Barbosa grumble to Gibbs as he stomps off. 

Five years of searching for her, waiting for, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. What happened between us all those years ago is one of my greatest regrets if not the biggest. Our relationship has never been easy, in fact it’s exceedingly complicated and one giant headache. We haven’t stopped arguing since the moment we met and rarely agree on anything. Yet, we love as we do argue with each other, passionately and with everything we have. Now that I have Y/N back and I know she loves me in return, I’m never letting her go. God help me if I let Blackbeard anywhere near her. 

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SFW (Fluff) Alphabet · Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || Sorry I’ve been so absent this week; I promise I have content for the weekend!

*xFemale!Reader || NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Quite affectionate— he loves giving you affection, and it’s all across the board with him. It can be from soft sweet touches to actual affectionate actions done for you.

Full HC list on this soon! ✧

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Literally the best— for starters he’s super loyal, because if you’re truly friends with him he’s not giving up on you easily. Your friendship wasn’t exactly easy to get to, mostly thanks to his profession, but once you’re in, you’re in. 

100% defensive of you— anyone tries to come at you in any negative way, he’s got a comeback to absolutely destroy them. Also, having someone of his reputation around can be beneficial for when you want to be left alone, as he seems to intimidate people a little bit.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When you cuddle him— he loves it when you just come over without saying a word and cuddle up next to him, he doesn’t ask questions he just lets you get as close and be as cute as you want. Sometimes he has to chuckle at just how physically needy you are, like absolutely burying your face against his back, nuzzling softly, with your arms around him in an attempt to get his attention / also loves waking up to you cuddled right up against him.

When he cuddles you— he can just tell when you need it, so often times he reaches out for your hands with a “come on, come here,” naturally, you give in, he pulls you into a hug, slightly rocking you back and forth. It’s a lot of soft touches and feathery kisses.

↳ if you’re lying on your stomach, he’ll lie down with you. Resting his head on the small of your back, brushing his fingers across or down your back, sometimes he places soft kisses against your skin, which always gets your attention. You either: 1). turn on to your side, he hooks and arm between you legs and uses your thigh as a pillow. 2). you lay on your back, letting him rest against your stomach, gradually he makes his way up to give the corner of your lips a kiss.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

For sure— it’s not long before you’re practically living with him. Now that you’re in his life, he wants you around for everyday life; what is his very soon becomes yours. You picked up on it when he started to suggest “why don’t you stay here... tonight? And maybe tomorrow?” more often.

Around the house— he’s quite casual. You never feel expected to get up at a certain hour (regardless that he gets up early), you’re never expected to be downstairs and dressed immediately, it’s more of a calm atmosphere that lets you wake up. You don’t constantly have to be around each other, he knows space is important. Sometimes it’s just doing your own things in the same room in silence together. Despite the status of Baron, he behaves like your average individual around the house, he likes to do things himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s actually really hard for him— it’d have to be in person though, as hard as it would be. For starters it would take a lot for him to actually call it over, he’s extremely patient and an expert at working things out with you, because he truly doesn’t want to it end.

↳ a most likely situation for ending it would be that he can’t guarantee your safety due to whatever he’s getting himself into, and he’d rather make the call to let you go than to have no choice in truly losing you because of his own dangerous choices. 

He’d leave it open though— sitting across from him, you stay quiet after both coming to the conclusion that it’s over. However, he leaves you with: “if you ever need anything, in any way. . .” you nod, a few tears falling as you stay silent, staring forward. Coming over to you, he softly wipes a tear away, kissing your temple, whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s definitely committed in the relationship— ring or no ring, if you’re in a relationship with him he’s all in, not the type of person to just have a fling here and there. It’s total dedication to you, and you only. 

Considering he’s done it once before—there’s a lot of past memories surrounding the topic of marriage for him, which is why there’s probably going to be a good amount of time together before any proposal. He just wants to be sure, plus there needs to be time to talk everything out before rushing into anything. 

↳ when the time does come though, it’s a mad romantic, but personal proposal, with the most gorgeous ring in the world.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically— he’s super soft with you. He never wants to startle you, it’s always what you’re comfortable with. Touches are more than just flirtatious with him, they can be comforting, encouraging, supporting, etc. (He also knows what you’re not comfortable with as well so he can avoid it)

Emotionally— it’s a little more complicated. With your emotions he’s super gentle and understanding, always. He listens to anything and everything you say or just need to vent. He doesn’t interrupt and only gives his thoughts when you ask for them. He never intends to hurt you feeling either, he’s very careful. However, with his own emotions however, he’s a little harsher. He doesn’t really like to show any of the more complicated emotions. And doesn’t always give himself much grace for feeling certain ways, he tends to repress.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Only from you— he doesn’t really like other people getting friendly, unless he really really knows them, even then it’s different. He doesn’t get physical with other people unless it’s a “move— you’re in my way,” situation, but that doesn’t count as friendly.

Extremely handsy— he love to bring his arms around you, so he can completely hold you whilst hugging you. Whether it’s around your waist, shoulders, hips, etc., just depends how the hug is done. He also tends to stroke his hands when hugging you, up and down your arms, back, sides, thighs, wherever.

↳ he likes to nuzzle against your neck, during front or back hugs, with the bridge of his nose, or his lips. He also gives tender kisses while he has you so close. Not kisses with other intentions, just sweet loving kisses that make you smile. Sometimes he brings his hand under your jaw, to tilt your head just enough so he can kiss your lips.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time, but it’s not forever— when he knows he will tell you with no hesitation. He doesn’t debate telling you or worry about it being too bold, nope, he means it when he says it and he says it when he means it.

He also says it in different ways— it’s not always “those three words,” through his gestures and other phrases you hear I love you a lot.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not if it’s someone you’ve known before him— he’s not intimidated by pervious friendships that predate your relationship. 

When people flirt with you knowing he’s with you— he gets real jealous, real fast. Given that fancy occasions are kind of a routine thing, you’re around a lot of other people who want to flirt with you, and often do pretty openly. It’s rare that Zemo ever leaves your side, which helps, but that doesn’t stop people from trying, which he hates. Typically he just tries to keep you physically near, so he can be there to prevent it.

↳ one time he left to get you a drink and an old rival of his found you. Trying to be polite you remained in conversation, feeling fine until he caressed your shoulder. Almost immediately Zemo was back at your side. Handing you your drink civilly, with a “here you are, Darling,” he then glared at the man standing across from you. Not so subtly, Zemo slipped his arm around you, literally pushing off the unwanted hand and replacing it with his own. You leaned into him more, attempting to make a point, as Zemo continued giving a half smile half glare.

He doesn’t do much about it in aftermath— he’ll calmly admit to you that he was jealous, but he also gets you with “I understand why people want to talk, flirt, and be with you,” he shrugs, “you’re beautiful, they’d have to be blind not to see that, but yes,” he tilts his head, “but. . . I have to admit, there’s part of me that wants that only to myself, of course.” It makes you smile how calm he tries to keep himself, despite the frustration. It’s usually you who actually does anything after these type of conversations though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lightly running fingers up your neck— when he’s kissing you, he traces his fingers slowly up the side of your neck, until he reaches your jaw, there he strokes his thumb across your jawline.

Holding your hand— sometimes when you’re flirting with him, you like to get as close as possible without touching, he knows the game and subtly slips his fingers between yours, then he goes in for the kiss. He can feel your smile and your hands hold his tighter as you give in.

Hand kisses— he gives these whenever, wherever, and however often he can. It’s a cute way of showing affection in a very classy way. He uses them as hello / goodbye greetings, although typically you require more than a kiss on the hand for saying goodbye.

Soft, but turns into more— it starts out as a super sweet gentle kiss, but slowly you can feel it deepen, to which you usually break the kiss with a smile, “Helmut,” you laugh, holding onto his arms around you, as he moves his mouth to your neck, “I don’t have time for this,” you try to stop giggling.

As for himself— he loves the taste of you lips, so every time you kiss him, he adores it. However, there is a sweet spot at the base of his neck, that when you kiss there makes him stop mid sentence.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Fantastic— he’s actually perfect with kids. Maybe it’s past experience that plays into it, but he’s so sweet with kids. When they accidentally run into him, he gives a “be careful, little one,” before stepping out of their way. Something you’ve noticed is that he talks to them like they’re little adults, which is adorable.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Staying in bed— one way or another one of you convinces the other to stay in bed. Sometimes it’s him asking you to stay just a little bit longer, when you can’t, he understands and watches you get dressed, asking what your day looks like. / Other times it’s you compelling him that it’d be more fun to stay and cuddle with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Relaxing— it’s a calm, safe, and warm environment when you can both just relax from the day in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’ll lean back against him and ask what he’s reading, when he says Machiavelli, you smile and get cozy, “perfect, that sends me right off,” you close your eyes as he begins to read aloud.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not an open book— there’s a lot of history with him, some good, but also some bad. Even before the whole campaign to end Super Soldiers, he has a bit of a shady past, with his own military exploits. Some he’s made amends with, others he hasn’t.

Depends how much you already know— if you already know a good amount about him, 1). he’ll ask to even the playing field, so he can know you equally as well 2). he doesn’t mind you asking questions since you’re already aware of his general history.

Surface level stuff— interests, fascinations, favourite this-or-thats, he’s pretty open about though! He doesn’t mind sharing or talking about any of the casual topics about himself, it’s just the more personal stuff that takes time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s extremely patient— The only way you would know is by a facial expression. His looks give him away more than his words or attitude does.  

↳ if you’re not getting along, he’s the first to apologise, and it’s not an “I’m sorry” end of conversation apology. It’s a well thought out apology, because you don’t argue about the little stuff, it’d have to be something big to get you at odds for a while.

Silently frustrated— even if he gets mad, he keeps his cool in circumstances. Never raises his voice, his tone just gets a little deeper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything— seriously, he does not forget anything. You’re his number one priority, so of course he pays attention. Even if there’s something you just mention at random, he’ll remember it. Say you mention how you used to have/like/want something, there’s a good chance it’s showing up again.

He also asks— he’s genuinely curious about you and wants to know as much as he can about the person he’s in love with. So, he loves childhood stories, random details, and little quirks about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you said those three words— when you know everything about him, his past, his lifestyle, and you still decided to say I love you. And you still standing by it even though it meant waiting for him.

He also loves remembering the first time he saw you— he says he could never forget it, it was like a divine beauty just walked in.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Veryyy— he’s extremely protective of you, but not overbearing, he’s good a being distantly or subtly protective. In other words in public / at events / new places he keeps an eye on you, even if it’s from a distance.

He will literally do anything— there’s no limit with how far he’d go to protect you from anything or anyone, even if he knows he’s outmatched, he’ll find a way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— he puts a lot of effort into them, mainly trying to make it a perfect yet comfortable setting. So if you like quiet restaurants, that’s what he’ll find. If you like outdoors, he’ll find a stunning walkthrough garden, etc.

Celebrations— it’s always extravagant and grand and beautiful whenever you’re celebrating anything with him. He wants you to feel like the royalty he believes you are.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How easy criminal life is for him lol— you love the fact that he surprised you with a real classic art piece for your birthday, but the exact details on how he got it isn’t as pretty. You frequently ask if there’s any other way he could make a living.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not vain— despite the fancy and classy lifestyle, he’s never thought himself as an individual of great beauty. He likes beautiful things, which is why he says he was so attracted to you, but personally he doesn’t think much of himself.

He cares though— it’s not like he doesn’t care whatsoever, which is why he’ll usually ask you “what do you think of this?” in regards to fashion. He wants to look nice for you, and he knows how to do that. But he’s not the guy to check himself in the mirror, or constantly fret about his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t need a relationship— but that’s what makes your so special. Since he’s not the type to just constantly need someone to feel complete, the fact that he does need you make you and your relationship all the more important to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can crash literally anywhere— you’ve found him on the couch, on the floor, in a chair, and you have no idea why it’s a habit of his, but it is! And you have definitely addressed him about it before.

↳ walking in to his study, you found him asleep on the floor between the couch and coffee table, shaking your head and crouching down, you woke him up. Looking up to you, you asked, “Helmut, why are you sleeping on the floor?” / “Hmm- wh- I’m not on the floor, you’re on the floor,” he states sitting up, brining you into a hug with him.

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You just have to believe 3

A/N: I started my new job yesterday. Meaning, I’m exhausted. But I’m really enjoying myself at work. I realized I missed the deadline yesterday. So, today you guys get 2 chapters for the prize of 1. My way of apologizing. Loki appears in chapter 4 ;)

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On the run Rachel stood for a closed door. Her friend wasn't home and hadn't come home in hours. After walking around the house, she saw that the car was gone and mail was piling up in the hallway. Through the back window she saw the kitchen. In the kitchen hung a calendar, with the word ‘vacation’ in big red letters and a smiley face next to it. Great Rachel thought. She sat down in front of the house, contemplating her next move. A police car drove into the street and stopped in front of the house. Two police officers stepped out of the car and were eyeing op and down. They made their way towards her.

Rachel's heart was pounding. There was only one reason why police officers would be looking for her. She was hoping that if she told her story, maybe they would take pity on her and let her go. She got off the ground when the two men stood in front of her.

'What are you doing here?’ one of them asked.

‘I am visiting a friend’ Rachel answered.

‘Really? Because one of the neighbours called, saying they saw someone looking for a way into the house’ the other one of them said.

The other one walked past her and started to inspect the door and the windows. Rachel was slightly relieved that they thought she tried to break in, because she wasn't. ‘It was a surprise visit. But it turns out she is on vacation’ Rachel explained.

‘I would think that a friend would know when her friend is on vacation, wouldn't you?’ the police officer said. The other one turned around and walked back towards her. He said something to his colleague, but Rachel couldn't hear what he was saying.

‘Can we take a look in your bag?’

Rachel nodded. She hadn't taken anything out of the house and they couldn't possibly know that the stuff in her bag was stolen. It was not like they would ask her for a receipt. They checked her back. Then she saw them discussing something. They pulled the bag over. That's when Rachel saw, the alarm tag. The alarm tag was still attached to the bag. She panicked and before she knew it, she was running. She ran as fast as she could, in no particular direction. She heard the officers shout something at her, but she didn't look back.

She was able to shake of the police officers, or they weren't that interested in following her. Either way, she was alone again. She started to wander around the city again. But her leg was throbbing. She needed to rest for a bit. After walking for far too lang, Rachel found a bridge. For once nobody was around. It looked like it was going to rain and most of the times, spots like bridges, were crowded with people. Most of them who looked dangerous to her. She sat down underneath the bridge. To her surprise she also saw a mattress, but it looked too dirty to sit on. Next to the mattress she found a radio. Needing something normal she decided to turn it on. She leaned back against the brick wall and closed her eyes. She listened to the radio while drifting away.

‘...and how do you response to the accusations dr. Foster made?’

‘What happened to dr. Foster is quite a tragedy. It wouldn't be the first woman who would fall head over heels for my brother. Unfortunately, she mistook the fling they had for much more. And now that my brother has left her, she is driven mad by heartbreak. I tried to convince Thor to at least talk to her, like a decent man is supposed to do. But I wasn't able to convince him, I'm afraid’ Loki answered.

‘But Mr. Odinson, if you don't mind me being so bold, she is accusing you of trying to kill your brother’ the interviewer asked further.

‘I get that blaming someone else is easier for her, than facing what really happened. Especially, considering her mental health. That's why I thought it was important to get her the best help that is available. And my thoughts and prayers are with dr. Foster, I hope she makes a rapid recovery and is soon able to leave the institution’

‘Wow, that is very generous of you Mr. Odinson’ the interviewer said. ‘Now, we have some details about your brother's love life, but how is yours?’

‘I beg your pardon?’ Loki answered.

‘Isn't there a woman in your life, standing beside you? I'm sure that our viewers are eager to learn more about you and your personal life’

‘As entertaining as that would be for your viewers’ Loki who was clearly annoyed went on ‘I think the issue of mental health is much more important and more interesting for your viewers....

The rambling of the radio grew quieter and Rachel fell asleep. Someone kicked her leg, and a sharp pain shot through her. She hissed and was wide awake. She had to blink a few times to register where she was.

'What do you think you're doing?’ a woman said to her.

She looked up to see a very broad woman standing in front of her. Her hair was greasy and tangled. She was wearing clothes that didn't match, some of them had holes in them. Rachel looked around, but saw nobody nearby. The woman kicked her again and she hissed.

‘I asked, what do you think you're doing?’ the woman sounded really angry and Rachel realised she was in trouble. She scrambled upwards and was with her back against the wall. At this moment she couldn't think of a word that would help her out of this situation. Suddenly, the woman in front of her pulled a knife from her jacket.

‘And where's my shit?’ she yelled.

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New Hope

Word Count: 2,505

Warning(s): Heartbreak, few swear words, did I mention heartbreak, Spoiler to Season 3 Episode 8, possible happy ending

Notes: Loved this request when I got, just sorry it took me a lifetime to finally get to. Based off this fic - Beautiful Storm. As always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy! ❤️  GIF credit to angels-reyes

rkil98 asked: I love your imagines! Your so talented! I just wanted to make request for a imagine that goes with a “a beautiful storm”. It’s the night Angel showed up on her doorstep and she told him she was pregnant and maybe the morning after? I think it would be so dope seeing the ways he made it up to her and proved he was all in. You don’t have to if you don’t want to but if you do I’ll love you forever! ❤️

Blowing out the last candle on the dinner table, you take one last look around the tiny home you shared with Angel for the past few years.

This was the last straw for you; you were done fighting for someone who wouldn’t even fight for you. You were tired of the lonely nights of crying yourself to sleep. Tired of coming last in his world.

Making one last sweep of the bedroom to make sure you had everything you needed; you freeze when you hear the front door open and close, praying it was just EZ and not Angel.

When you hear Angel call your name, you knew from his tone he wasn’t all that pleased. “Fuck” you breathe out and make your way back out to the living room.

“The fuck is all this!” he yells as he points to your bags sitting by the front door.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you lean against the door frame. “Do you know how many times you have promised me you would be home for dinner?” you ask him “I promise you querida, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Leaving the Clubhouse now. Be there in just a few minutes.” you tell him as you do your best to mimic his voice.

His eyes go from you towards the kitchen. His head dropping when he sees the candles and the plates of food, yet again, sitting on top of the table, long forgotten.

“Save the bullshit excuse, Angel. I’m honestly tired of you constantly breaking my heart.” you tell him as you sniffle.

His head shooting up when he realizes you were crying.

“Bab-“ he tries to say as he tries to take a step closer to you, but your hand going up stops him.

“We aren’t happy Angel. We haven’t been for months now. I think its best if we take a break from each other for a while.” you start. “We both have things we need to work on individually before we could work on this relationship.” you continued.

“So that’s it? You’re making this decision for the both of us? I have no say?” Angel says and you can tell he was trying to control his anger.

You furrow your brows. “Angel, you made that decision a long time ago when you repeatedly chose the club and the rebels over me, over us. I used to be your number one priority, now I don’t even know where I stand in your world.”

“We can work this out, querida.”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do with all these dinners and movie nights I plan? If you would actually show up instead of being over the border with Adelita, you would know that.” you shout, your emotions and frustration growing.

Angel sighs in frustration and he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m not going to just stand here and let you walk out that door.”

“You don’t have a choice, Angel. It’s now or when you’re gone.”

“No, [y/n]!!” his gruff voice yells. You step back in surprise at his sudden outburst. Sure you and Angel had your fair share of arguments, but he has never raised his voice in such a manner before.

Throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry.” he whispers as he tries to step forward, but stops when you take another step back.

“I can’t do this anymore, Angel. I just need some time to think about everything going on. Some time away.”

“Time away. From me?” he asks and you could hear the hurt in his voice.

“Not just you. From the MC. This relationship. Having to act like I’m happy all the time. I need to find myself again.” you tell him, fighting the tears.

He just stands there nodding.

“I love you, Angel, more than anything in this world, but I can’t stand on the sidelines of your life anymore. Once you figure everything out with the MC, with Adelita and the cartel, and then maybe you can figure out what it is you really want.” You tell him.

“But I want you, querida. A life with you.”

“Your actions say otherwise. I need to step away for us, from you, and I need you to allow me to do this, for the both of us.”

“I can’t. I can’t just let you walk out that door, [y/n].” he whispers.

Walking up to him, you place a hand on his chest and a soft kiss to his lips, “I love you.” you whisper before walking to get your bags by the door.

“This isn’t goodbye, Angel. I’ll see you soon.” you tell him and wait for him to nod his understanding before making your way out the door.

----

Now you find yourself sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, wiping away the tears that stream down your cheeks as you stare down at the piece of paper and the countless sticks sitting in front of you.

A routine doctor’s appointment earlier in the day came with a surprise that flipped your world upside down.

“You’re pregnant.” you could hear the doctor’s voice as the moment replayed in your head.

Even with a sonogram in your hand, you were convinced that it was all a fluke - a sick joke from the universe - and stopped and grab some pregnancy tests on your way home. Now all eight tests sit in front of you with two pink lines or ‘pregnant’ on its screen, alongside your sonogram.

You didn’t know how you were going to tell Angel. It had been three months since you left and contact with him had been non-existent the last couple months.

This was something you and Angel had extensively talked about in the past, all before the MC and the L.O took top priority. The one person you wanted to tell the most hasn’t been answering your calls or messages, and it wouldn’t be fair to him to tell Pop or EZ first. So looks like you’ll have to keep this your little secret till you could finally tell Angel.

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After a long day at work and constantly feeling sick, you were lying in bed with a long forgotten program playing in the background as you aimlessly scroll through videos on your phone. You could make out a faint knock through the low noise coming from the TV.

You furrow your brows as you prop yourself up on your elbows, closely listening to see if there was another knock or if you were just hearing things.

Then you could hear another knock - louder this time. A brief pause later, you could make out the faint voice of Angel. Quickly tossing off the blankets, you make your way down the hall to the door.

Flinging open the door, you find Angel standing there. You could tell he was drunk, but the tears streaming down his face had you instantly worried.

“What happened? What’s wrong Angel?” you ask as you step closer to try to console him, but he pushes past you and barges right into your home.

“She lied to me,” you could hear him say as you close the door behind you. Turning to find Angel pacing your living room floor.

“She fucking used me.” he says, his tone turning into anger.

You automatically knew who he was talking about, but you didn’t know the contents of what he was referring to.

“What are you talking about, Angel?” you ask in confusion. A part of you wanted to know what had happened so you could help him through it, but the other part of you was too scared of what he might tell you.

He finally stops pacing the room and looks up at you. He takes a deep breath before taking a seat, his head in his hands.

“The night you left, I was so upset that I needed someone, anyone, to talk to that hadn’t walked out on me already. I went to see her.” he tells you as he finally lifts his head to look at you.

“I didn’t go to see her to intentionally hurt you, but one thing led to another. Come to find out a few weeks later she tells me she’s pregnant....” he stops when you quickly make your way to the kitchen, emptying what little contents of your stomach into the kitchen sink.

“Shit querida. You all right?” Angel was quick to be by your side. Pulling your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly as you continued to vomit into the kitchen sink. You didn’t know if you were sick because of your pregnancy or if it was the gut punch Angel just gave you with dropping such news on you out of nowhere.

After a couple minutes, you were feeling slightly better.

“Here.” Angel hands you a bottle of water as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Thank you.” you whisper taking a swig of water and sloshing it in your mouth before spitting it in into the sink. “Sorry.”  you tell him finally looking up at him.

“You okay?” he asks and you could hear and see the concern

You just nod your head, making your way back out to the living room; Angel following right behind you. The both of you sit in silence for what felt like eternity, fidgeting with your hands in your lap, unsure of what to say.

“The baby isn’t even mine.” you hear Angel barely whisper, your head shooting up when you realize he was crying again.

“Angel, I’m...” you tried but Angel shaking his head stops you from continuing.

He aggressively wiped the tears from his face as he sniffled. “Don’t apologize, querida. This is my karma for all the shit I have done and all the pain I have caused.”

“Angel, no one deserves to lose a child.”

“Here I was the fucking idiot that I am, hopeful that something in this fucked up life of mine was actually going right. Getting a life I thought I lost the day you walked out that door. As fucking scared as I was at the thought of fucking everything up, this was something I wanted.” he was now up pacing the room once again, tears streaming down his face as he went on. You sat there watching him, as you did your best to hold your tears at bay, allowing him to release all that pent up emotion.

“Only for it all to be ripped away from me in a blink of an eye. All just to fuck over the MC and get intel on Galindo. Used me as one of her fucking puppets.” he huffed as he finally took a seat, head in his hands as he tried to compose himself.

You just sat there taking everything Angel had just told you in. That explains why he hadn’t been answering your calls the last couple months. Your heart ached for how hurt and shattered Angel was, but a part of you couldn’t help but be selfishly relieved that he wasn’t having a child with Adelita.

“The entire time I couldn’t help but wish that she was you, and you were the one carrying our child. Guess that’s all just a far fetch dream now.”

“Angel...” you tried.

“No, querida. The night you decided to walk out, I was furious at you, I really was. Then I realized that it was my entire fault. I was the one that pushed you away. I made a promise to you that no matter what, you would always come first and I put the MC, the Rebels, even the fuckin cartel before you. All this shit is on me. Everything. Before I could get control of all that was going on, everything just exploded in my face. I didn’t want this for us, and for that I am really sorry, querida.”

Without saying a word you got up and went and walked over to your bag you knew was sitting on the dining table, pulling out that piece of paper you have been carrying around for the past few weeks. Angel sat there, brows furrowed, as he watched you move around the small space.

“I’ve been practicing how I was going to tell you and this wasn’t how it played out in my head, but you need to know.” you tell him as the tears begin to stream down your face.

You look down at the piece of paper in your hands before placing it on top of the coffee table in front of Angel.

He looks at it and then back up to you, finally looking back at the paper, picking it up.

You turned your back to Angel as you tried to control your emotions, unsure how he was going to react to this news.

“Are you being serious [y/n]?” you hear Angel whisper behind you. You just chuckle as you wipe the tears from your face.

“[y/n], is this real?” Angel asks again.

You nod your head, sniffling, and turn to look up at Angel as he slowly approaches you.

“A baby?” he asks

“Yeah.” you whisper giving him a small smile.

“A baby?” Angel repeats again with a smile and a look of pure admiration.

“Our baby, Angel.” you tell him with a small chuckle

Angel sniffles as he cups your face in his hands, “Our baby” he whispers and you just smile up at him, hand softly cupping his face, thumb wiping the tears from his cheek.

Angel places a kiss to your forehead, his hand on the back of your head pulling you into him. He places another kiss to the side of your head as you wrap your arms around his middle, resting your head on his chest.

“Our baby.” you softly chuckle as you hear Angel repeating the words again.

Angel pulls away slightly, with his thumb and index finger he lifts your chin so you were looking up at him, “Imma do it right this time, I promise you querida. I know I have a lot of making up to do and I will go to the end of the earth for you. This is my all. You and our baby is all I need.” he tells you.

“We still have a lot to work on, but I know we can get through this together. As long as I have you by my side from here on out, that’s all that matters to me. I love you, Angel.” you pull him down to you and softly place a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, mi dulce.” he gives you a smile.

From that day forward, Angel was there every step of the way. Sure there were bumps along the way, but you and Angel always managed to work through them, making your relationship that much stronger.

And the day your little princess was born, changed yours and Angel’s life for the better. Bringing new beginnings and new hopes.

--xx

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[roughentumble]

Ok Shawn, lay it on me.

1) jaskier doesnt realize theyre dating

2) drunk Belleteyn marriage

*hands on chin*

ooooo, ok! i'll put both under a cut to spare people's dashes. if you'd like more of #1, i have a further snippet posted over here

1) jaskier doesnt realize theyre dating. the clunky scene explanations are there because i never managed to bridge two scenes that kind of, NEEDED to get bridged for the story to make any sense haha

"Ugh," Lambert gripes, nose in his tankard and face screwed up, "pretty boy's been such a drag since the two of you got together."

[geralt is off buying another pitcher for the table, lambert and eskel are bickering while jaskier's world caves in on itself]

[...]

[theyre sitting with geralt's arm around jaskier's shoulders, geralt won a round of three-way gwent against eskel and lambert and has won the first pot of the night. geralt has just glanced over and noticed his blush]

Geralt's brow furrows a bit in concern, and he leans back from the table a bit so he can turn his attention away form the conversation and towards Jaskier. "Are you alright?" He asks, speaking lowly, just to Jaskier. "Your face is red... usually takes you longer than this to get in your cups."

"I'm fine," Jaskier tries, but the little furrow doesn't let up, and Geralt gently presses the back of his hand to Jaskier's forehead to check his temperature. After a moment he turns and flags down a serving girl.

"Some water, some bread, and a bowl of soup, if you would." He says, and drops a few of his recently won coins into her waiting palm.

"Really, I'm fine," Jaskier tries again, feeling rather silly and stone-cold sober.

"Don't worry about it," Geralt says, stroking a hand up and down Jaskier's back in an attempt to comfort. "I know how much food helps you, once you've had a bit too much, and I've more than enough to pay for it."

"Yeah, /my/ money, being used right in front of me for that corny shit." Lambert says, and makes an exaggerated gagging noise.

"You don't like it, why don't you win it back?" Geralt smirks, brow raised in obvious challenge, voice losing some of that gentle sincerity now it's being used to banter with his brother.

========

2) drunk Belleteyn marriage. oof, this one is rougher than i remembered it being, according to the notes i left for myself i was attempting to get down all the details i could before i forgot them, while suffering through a rather spectacular headache. so it’s littered with typos. i’ll try and bridge the two fic overviews i have written so they’re comprehensible. i am preserving the typos tho so you can get a sense of just how heroically i struggled to get the words out, lmao XD

geralt and jaskier get married on belleteyn in some small rural town. they are both drunk when it happens, theyre both not making the best choices maybe, but geralt is cognizant(if impaired). JASKIER is blackout. geralt ddoes not realize this.

they wake up together in bed. geralt is half on top of jaskier, warm and happy and very much in love. being drunk gave him the courage to act on his feelings, and despite the headache he's very much at peace w/ whats happened. jaskier wakes up under him, does not remember getting married. takes him a little bit to cotton on to that fact. when he does realize, he awkwardly goes "we can annul it", and its like the first thing he says, and hten he awkwardly adds that its not the first time he's had to jump out ofa  belleteyn fling.

geralt is really upset but tries to hide it. he thought jaskier was sincere.

jaskier does want him back, but thinks that geralt was just drunk and that his could ruin their friendship.

(i remember imagining a scene of geralt pulling off his ring to examine the inside while jaskier's out of the room. they're posey rings, and htey each picked one out for the other. geralt picked "love above all else" in latin for jaskier[amor super omnia i think??], and the one jaskier picked for him is something poetic like "this is the shape of my love," meaning ring-shaped, meaning endless. he thought it was very poetic and was instantly like THIS ONE you HAVE TO geralt

he has an angst moment where hes internanly like "i really thought.... it was sincere. i just thought it was real" maybe he feels a little silly, like those girls jask leads on. and then on top of that hes like "nah. jask was too drunk to be doing that. he didnt know what was going on. which i should have realized, but..."

they kissed on the altar and it was kind of gross and sloppy and had too much spit, because they were both drunk, but geralt absolutely romanticized it anyway.)

theres a lot of angsting and depression about it. on bothi sides

they go get it annuled becuz jaskier is saying they shoiuld, and geralt is feeling all Bad and Self Sacrificial, and at the annulment jaskiers like "listen neither of us remember it we were blackout drunk" and geralts like "i remember it"

and jaskiers like WHAT and geralt like i remember it. i wasnt blackout

“what do you mean you remember, what do you remmeber?”

“there-- were buttercups.”

“what?”

*blushes* “there were all these yllow flowers, and among them were.... buttercups.” (said in a very soft voice, lots of awkwardly pausing in the middle of his sentences)

anyway, eventually this leads to them both actually Talking, and then they kiss on the Mouth, and it’s so emotional and jaskier is looking at the ring geralt picked out FOR HIM and nearly crying, and it’s the culmination of all their angst and pining, and the annulment guy is like. thanks. for this. please kiss somewhere else.

         ++plus extremely rudimentary attempts at blocking out a scene(i still had a headache)

[starts with them waking up in bed together]

[geralt laying on top of jaskier, jaskier's forhead pressed against geralt's chest. he's not smothered, but it is difficult to breathe. jaskier, though hesitant to ask him to move(since theyre both happy and comfortable, and jaskier wants to savor it) is feeling pretty squished, and assumes geralt wont be happy once he wakes. he muses that geralt must be a cuddly drunk.]

[at first geralt wont do it-- complaining, tucking in closer, snuffling into jaskier's hair, all half-asleep. at one point he rolls all of his body weight onto jask on purpose, just to tease him, but eventually he lets up. takes a moment to stare at jask's face, just becase he can. jask is like "What, whats the matter" but geralt's just like "its nothing, dont worry."]

[jaskier notices the ring on geralt's hand, laying on the bed between the two of them. he notices the ring on his own hand as well, and makes the connection. "oh shit- um. we... we can annul it?" geralt freezes, brow instantly furrowing, and jaskier scrambles to make excuses about how it really isnt htat big a deal, happens all the time when he's drunk and the night is right, and really he's just trying to make geralt feel better because he's terrified of ruining their friendship, BUT]

[as it turns out]

[geralt remembered. and he was HAPPY about it. he was happily laying in his marriage bed with his husband all morning, looking forward ot the rest of the day. so this is, you know. a pretty upsetting revelation.]

[stubbedbakutoes]

Promise Ring

Bakugou accidentally slips up amidst an argument with (y/n). The question now is, does he feel guilty? at all?

pairing: asshole!bakugou x fem reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: angst (i advise grabbing some tissues before proceeding with caution mwahaha)

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Whilst his hands held up the ring in the glistening light of the gradually rising sun, her movements halted, thankful she was mere seconds away from having the hot liquid in her mouth because she would more than likely be spluttering and coughing at the shock of what he had just said. Bakugou darted his eyes away from hers, because he’s embarrassed.

But then he’s just looking back at her again. Because he couldn’t not look at her. He licked his suddenly dry as hell lips, shrugging a shoulder.

“Fell for you hard and I don’t want this to just be some fling that we’ll get over in a few weeks.” The blush was rising on his cheeks and she found this self-conscious side of him adorable.

“Kacchan!” She kicked his shin under the table. “You’re asking me to marry you?” She asked slowly. 

“No!” He scoffed playfully, which soon turned into a laugh when she squealed out something along the lines of ‘Don’t look so disgusted! how was I supposed to react to that, huh?’  “I mean, you’ve had my dick in your mouth, I'd say we’re pretty committed at this poi-.”

“But you’re really not proposing?” She cut him off, not wanting to hear anything from his vulgar mouth anymore.

“Shut up.” He chuckled, mindlessly playing footsie with her under the table. “I’m serious about it though.”

“Marrying me?”

Bakugou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a smile played on his lips, “About how we’re past the honeymoon stage.”

“What’s that?”  Lifting her mug of tea for the second time, she finally took her first sip of what was always a good cup of morning coffee when made by someone else, specifically Bakugou.

“You know... That period at the beginning  of the relationship when everything goes well and is free of problems.”

“Aside from arguing whether the toilet seat cover should stay up or not?”

Bakugou smiled fondly at her. “Sure.”

Their grins were far too wide and cheesy for this early in the morning but the feeling of giddiness they felt inside was too much to conceal and, without any further word on the subject, the rest of breakfast was served so the two could quiet down their grumbling stomach like a proper non-fling-type couple.

(y/n)’s trying the ring on her fingers, and when it only fits on her fourth finger (like he’d hoped), Y/N’s looking back at him. “I care about you too.” She smiled reassuringly. “And to prove it,” She began, stabbing a portion of Bakugou’s food with a fork. “I’ll have this piece of your pancake, thank you very much.”

“Where’s the correlation?”

“I just wanted to steal some food from you, sorry.”

“You’re not very good at being sly, aren’t you?” Bakugou giggled, playing with the matching ring on his pinky finger. “ I just. I love you, you know? And, like. I know we’re still young, so it’s obviously not an engagement ring. I like to consider it a promise. Something to keep your finger warm till I get you a proper ring.”

//

“—so now what? You just wait for me to leave so you can— what? Cheat on me?!” Bakugou slammed his open palm down on the wooden table, eyes alit with a fury so strong that even (y/n)'s terrified because she's never, ever, seen him this angry before. She's had fights with him before, of course she has, they've been together for over three years, but she's never seen him this determined to win an argument– to the extent that if they were in a cartoon show, he'd probably have smoke puffing out of either side of his ears.    

But this is no time for her imagination to be running wild because she's pissed, too. So much anger flooded her veins that tears accumulating in the corner of her eyes are almost spilling out — that's the worst kind of anger.   

(y/n) gaped at him. “Are you fucking serious right now? I had one single conversation with that guy and and you— you think I’m cheating on you?!” 

And what's filling her with rage is that what they're fighting over is stupid, good Lord, it's so fucking stupid.

It started with (y/n) telling Bakugou about how she's finally found a dream, something to chase, because she's spent most of her life without having decided what to do for herself or wanting anything in her life. That dream involved her going to a school, outside the country, and that turned into a tiny misunderstanding, which blossomed into something else, followed something else after that, and then both Bakugou and Y/N were yelling at each other and calling each other names and it was all a horrible sight to see. Both of them have no idea what brought it on to this extent. All they're certain of is that they're pissed at each other and have, apparently, been pissed at each other for a long ass time.

Bakugou grinned. A grin that she loathed, because Bakugou’s grins are usually with mischief, with playfulness. Not this malice. He outstretched his arm on either sides of him, like he’s showing something off. “Well, I don’t see anyone proving me otherwise.”

She huffed, glaring right back at him. “What the hell is your problem?”

“What’s my problem?! What the hell is your problem?!” Bakugou yelled back at her, not even bothering to try to keep from shouting. He pointed out the door, “You were fucking flirting with that two-faced asshole right in front of me! You're the problem!”

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?! That was months ago, you've had that stupid excuse of a grudge on me ever since, huh?!" (y/n)'s eyes narrowed and crinkled – not in a way that Bakugou's used to seeing. "I haven't done anything wrong! All I've done is fucking been there for your stupid ambition to be the number one hero-

"Stupid? Stupid?!" Bakugou repeated incredulously, eyes widening as he quivered with anger. "I'd watch my words if I were you. This is my fucking life goal and something I want for myself that you're calling stupid."

(y/n) was nearly suffocating on her fury, her laugh void of any happiness leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "I am aware of what I'm spewing out. Your fucking dream was delusional and far fetched but I supported it, didn't I?! I watched every single match, patched up your hands when they bled from all that training, made you delicious bentos to fuel you up for the day – "   

"– And now you say it was all stupid," Bakugou laughed mirthlessly, glaring at her so hard that (y/n)'s knees start to tremble. "How romantic can this get?" He raised his voice, arms stretching out before clapping obnoxiously loud, "I hope shitting on your boyfriend's dream has given you some sort of satisfaction."   

"And you've got some nerve to pull all of this shit with me about suddenly wanting something for myself because I've met someone else and that I'm cheating on you," (y/n)'s lips tremble, her voice practically shaking with anger as she spoke, a finger going to point accusingly at him, "You're not my boyfriend. You're just one big hypocrite!"

"You fucking are, though!" His voice was laced with venom as he practically spat the words in the woman's face. "You're definitely planning to elope with some hunk city boy! I'm not fucking good enough for you, huh?!"   

And that’s— that’s the final straw. 

Relationships are about trust, and Bakugou obviously didn't fucking trust her. If he wasn't so much of a prick in how he reacted to her telling him her future plans then they'd probably be cuddled against each other, asleep, and Bakugou would be the first to start apartment hunting for her — for them, because he'd even move with her, since he knows he couldn't properly function without her.  

But before she even opened her mouth to inform him that she's done with this toxic relationship, he beat her to it, “Good thing I never fell in love with you, then.”

(y/n)’s face changed from cocky to puzzled then to heartbroken. As his words made her world crumble, Bakugou took pride in the sight of the bewildered woman before him, not planning to take his words back anytime soon since he saw this argument as a game of who can devastate the other first. And the prize was looking back on this fight one day and thinking, wow, I won that. It didn't matter what had been said and done in his book.

But (y/n) and Bakugou are two sides of the same coin; she simply wanted to have her point reach his end, so that they can both agree to put this aside and go back to their normal, non-fling-type couple selves.

“So all of this,” She motioned between them, interrupting his train of thought “meant nothing to you? You never even loved me?” She asked with what seemed to be a mixture of hurt and sadness but mainly anger. Before he could even blink, she was over hitting him on the chest with her tightly clenched fists, trying to let out her pain, “I hate you, you're the worst! You told me numerous times you loved me- that you’d never even make me feel like shit! What’s changed, Bakugou? Why can’t you love me anymore?” Her voice cracked, nonetheless she was smoldered with rage.

"Are you deaf? I said I never did. I was lying the whole time, whenever I told you that— that I did."

Bakugou took every hit she was giving him because he stood firmly on his feet, unnecessarily adding fuel to the fire, as if (y/n)'s miserable state wasn't enough to satisfy him — to drop his guard and tell her he wanted to take it back. That he wanted to say I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, I love you, I didn’t mean to say that— but then (y/n)’s letting out a laugh that sounds so bitter, it made Bakugou flinch.

“Fine,” she breathed out, then she’s scoffing out another harsh laugh. “Then— we’re done. Wouldn’t want you to waste your time and effort in a relationship that you never thought was worth it. I don’t want to waste my time and energy being with someone who clearly doesn’t feel the same kind of love towards me.”

And she turned on her heel, ready to head straight out the door, purposefully ignoring the faint, “Wait, (y/n)—” from behind. Her opposite hand subconsciously grazed the promise ring she shared with Bakugou, and she realises something.

At one swift movement, she pulled at the said ring and threw it at him with more force than necessary. 

“What a fucking nonsense 'promise' that was,” She said out loud, and it rang through Bakugou’s ears, because he made a pathetic whining sound that's never been heard before, because this moment couldn't have a bigger emotional toll on him than anything else.

"Y/N, hear me out," he sniffled. "I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean an ounce of what I said. I know you're not cheating on me, baby, I'm sure of that. I was being a dickhead for that and I'm so fucking sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I love you, Y/N. God. I need you so much, and I was lying when I said I never did. When you're not with me, I'm not... me. And I just," he sighed, pulling the ends of his hair aggressively. "I'm sorry, I really am."

Y/N’s got a hand on the door handle, but there were fingers slowly wrapping around her other wrist. She yanked her wrist out of his hold like his touch burned, causing Bakugou's lips to shake. It's hitting him now, the fact that he's losing the girl he courted and spent so much time with. The girl who kept him wide awake at night because of how much she clouded his mind. Not to mention, the ring which symbolizes their commitment to each other, is being thrown away like it's nothing.

(y/n) peeked at him through her eyelashes, "Give me a break. I obviously don't have a place in your heart, you've made that painfully clear to me. So do me a favor and fuck off."

He very nearly heaved with his next breath. He held a hand up, ring between his pointer finger and thumb. “I meant it when I said I wanted to get serious with this relationship. I still do, and that'll never change. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, that you should be with someone— someone better in every fucking way possible, I want to be the one to marry you. That wasn’t a false promise. That was— that is the promise that I swear to God I’ll be keeping until my last breath.”

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Out of Time - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter and Y/n have been together since the events of Spiderman Home Coming. One day while on a field trip Y/n and Peter are called into action as strange aliens claiming the be the “Children of Thanos' ' begin invading New York.

A/n: Finally finished the first rewrite, and am quite proud of it. If you were a fan of this mini-series a year again, I’m sure you will like this as well. As per usual, if you are new here, here is a link to my Masterlist, as well as a link to the Out of Time (Rewrite) Masterlist.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, some fluff if you squint, and ANGST.  

WordCount: 2.7k

The morning had begun the same as usual that day. When you roll over to turn off your alarm you see that you have a text waiting from Peter. He was always up before you and always sends you a text or cute gif to wait up to in the morning. Today you and Peter were going on a school trip, so you were going to meet him at his place and walk to school together. 

~

You and Peter were sitting together on the bus riding to the destination of the trip. Peter was against the window staring out over the water as the bus crosses the bridge, while you were facing the aisle talking to MJ and Ned. As you’re listening to Ned ramble on about his new Lego set, you feel Peter tap your shoulder 

“Y/n,” You turn to Peter and find his gaze is still glued to the window. “Over there,” he says pointing at the giant ring-shaped ship floating above New York. 

“Oh god,” you reply. You turn to Ned and start tapping him to get his attention. “Ned, we need you to cause a distraction.” Ned can see the panic in your eyes as you and Peter try your best to be as quick and discreet as possible. 

“I’m on it.” Ned stands in his seat and points towards the floating ring in the sky. “Hey everyone, look! We’re all gonna die!” he shouts. 

As everyone moves to the back of the bus to get a look at the strange-looking spaceship, Peter flings himself off the bus to put his suit on. You monitor the situation on the bus while Peter suits up. 

“I’m ready.” he leans his head back in the bus window. You take the opportunity to engage the jet boosters your father had built into your shoes in case of emergency. Once you are safely floating outside of the bus you engage reconstruction of the ironman suit you and your father had built together. As the helmet finally closes over your head you lower yourself so Peter can hop onto your back. 

“It’s headed downtown!” Peter says through the earpiece your father had connected to both your suits. Using your now iron-plated jet boosters your fly after the ring-shaped spaceship 

~

As you and Peter arrive downtown you see your dad and bruce trying to fight off this massive alien that looks like it came straight out of a sci-fi novel. The creature backhands your Dad into next week and before you can react, Peter is already there to block the next blow. Next thing you know, a flash of blue and red flies past you. 

“Y/n!” your Dad calls to you. “I thought you were on a field trip?” he shouts. 

“I don’t think now is the time to be asking those kinds of questions Dad, Woah!” As your father distracts you from the literal aliens in front of you, you’re almost knocked on your ass by a large piece of rubble the thing had decided to throw in your direction.

“We’re here now. You can’t change that. How can we help?” 

“That guy, floating wizard in the sky, he’s got something important.” Tony points towards the strange-looking man wrapped in a cape and some oddly bent metal. “We can’t let these guys take him, go get him.” 

“We’re on it.” Peter responds as he flings himself past you once more. 

You catch up to the wizard and latch onto the metal bars that are tied around him, and use your jet boosters to keep him from being sucked into the space ships tractor beam. Peter uses his webs to latch on as well, but the beam was too strong and begins pulling both you and Peter towards the ship. 

“Uh… Dad.” You struggle to fight the force of the tractor beam. 

“Mr. Stark, I think we’re being beamed up!” Peter shouts as the webs connecting to the closest buildings snap. 

“Now is not the time for jokes Peter.” Your father’s tone in your earpiece tells you that he’s not impressed with the young hero right now. “Get out of there.” 

“Dad, we’re losing him.” your voice strains as you try your best to keep a hold on the wizard.

A bit of the metal snaps, and the force is enough to pull the man into the ship. Peter’s web is cut off by the door closing before he has a chance to enter. He’s landed on the side of the ship, and it looking to you for any ideas. 

“We need to find a way inside.” Peter gives you a quick nod before you both separate to look for an entrance. 

You use your suit you fly around the exterior of the ship, while Peter starts searching along the inside of the ring. 

“Peter we’re too high, you’re running out of air!” you exclaim through your earpiece. Flying back around towards him.

“We need to save the wizard,” he replies sounding short of breath. You stop and anchor yourself to the ship. 

You watch as Peter pulls his mask off, attempting to get more oxygen. Only to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as he lets go of the side of the ship. 

“Peter!” You push on the side of the ship immediately, readying to chase after him. 

“I gotcha Pete.” your father’s voice rings clear in your ears, as you watch a piece of his tech launch towards Peter. His body jerks as the small rocket makes impact along his back, and watch as a suit very similar to yours starts to wrap around him. 

You listen carefully through your earpiece for any sign of breathing from Peter. His sudden deep inhale is enough to let you know that he’s going to be ok. 

“Woah, Mr. Stark these are some cool upgrades.” he sounds ecstatic through the earpiece, even considering he almost plummeted to his death. “It smells like a new car in here.” 

“Alright great, F.R.I.D.A.Y. take them home,” 

“What?” the map in the corner of your vision, showing the route it plans to use to fly you and Peter home, and just like that both you and Peter are swept away. In the haste of everything that is going on, Tony failed to make sure that Peter didn’t attach himself and you to the side of the ship before he went after the wizard.  

~

“What are you two doing here?” Tony asks in his angry Dad voice. He found the two of you when you were attempting to listen in on the conversation your father was having with the wizard.

“We were just trying to he—” 

Tony cuts Peter off. “Nope. Your mother,” Tony says pointing to you. “And your Aunt,” He says pointing to Peter. “Are going to kill me if they knew you were in space. This is too big of a fight for you two to be a part of, I don’t know what I’d do with myself if one of you got hurt,” he says, concerned.

“How can we be friendly neighbourhood heroes, if there’s no neighbourhood?” Peter asks. 

You and your Dad both look at him weirdly. 

“Ok that was bad, but you get what I mean,” he said. 

“Peter’s right Dad,” you say as your masks retracted from your face. You look straight into your Dad’s eyes. “Fine,” he starts, knowing that you’re stubborn just like your mother. Your dad motions to knight both you and Peter. “There, you’re Avengers now.” 

You and Peter both look at each other and smile. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you into the air, planting a kiss on your lips after setting you back down. 

“Alright, keep the public displays of affection to a minimum, we need a game plan.” the wizard said. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Y/n, and this is Peter.” you say extending your hand out to him. 

“Dr. Strange,” he says coldly. 

Peter leans over to whisper in your ear, “We’re using our made-up names?” “I guess so,” you say jokingly. 

“I’m Spiderman,” he says. You snort as you see the confused expression from Dr. Strange. Peter sees you laughing and shoves your shoulder. 

You look over to see your Dad fidget with the control panel of the ship. 

“We need to turn this ship around,” Dr. Strange said.

“Whelp, it’s on auto-pilot, so we are on our way right to Thanos,” Tony says to Dr. Strange. You remember them mentioning a man named Thanos during their conversation before you and Peter were caught by your dad. You pull Peter off to the side as the realization of what you’re about to go through sets in. He could see the distressed look on your face.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he asks. 

“I’ve never seen my Dad so worried like this before,” you say nervously. “I think we might be biting off more than we can chew.” 

“Hey hey hey hey hey,” he says pulling you into his chest” We’re gonna be fine, when having we ever given up.” Peter’s hand runs up and down your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“You’re right,” you say leaning into his touch. “You always know what to say,” 

“I mean… I try.” You both chuckle softly at Peter’s attempt to lift your spirits. 

“C’mon, let’s go back.” He gestures 

He gives you a forehead kiss and one last tight squeeze before leaving to talk strategy.  

~ 

You had crashed onto a planet known as Titan after a “flawless” landing by Peter and your father. You were waiting for the arrival of Thanos when you were ambushed by a group of travellers. They immediately attacked, and in the haste of it all, they grabbed Peter and threatened his life. That only caused your father, the ever impulsive man he is, to threaten the life of one of their own in return. 

“We are the Avengers!” you shout over all the testosterone. 

“Wait, so you’re not with Thanos?” The man holding the gun to Peter’s temple looked as confused as ever, which prompted you to explain to him that you were there to kill Thanos.

After some brief introductions and explanations, you learned that the group refers to themselves as the Guardian’s of the Galaxy, and their names are Starlord, Drax, and Mantis. They explained to you that they were here looking for Thanos because they are trying to rescue their valued member of the team.  Your father gathered everyone together to try to work out a plan, to which newbies were skeptical. With the introduction of these Guardian’s of the Galaxy to the initial plan, you were confident in your ability to take down Thanos here and now. Once a plan was in place, everyone went to their places, ready to ambush him when he arrived. 

That’s when we heard it. The sound of heavy boots stomping onto the planet. 

You look over and can see Peter, he locks eyes with you. 

“I love you,” you mouth to him. 

“I love you too,” he mouths back. You nod, eyes lingering on your boyfriend. If things go sideways you want to make sure you’ve memories every detail of him. 

You are waiting for your cue from Dr. Strange who has been talking to Thanos to distract him. 

“I’m sure you will find our will much stronger,” and with that you attack. 

Your father came rushing in, crashing a building down on top of him. All of you stood around thinking that he was dead, little did you know, it only made him angrier. He burst out from under the rubble and Peter tries to use his webs to hold him down, but he only used it against him. He pulled Peter towards him and caught him by the throat. Only to them slam him into the ground. 

“Tiny insect,” you could he Peter struggling under the weight of Thanos. 

“Let him go!’ you shout as you rush toward him with your iron hammer fist ready to punch him. 

You go in for the punch. Your fist almost makes contact with his jaw, but not before he let Peter go, and grabbed your arm instead. Hurdling you across the battlefield. 

You are thrown into a pile of space rubble, the wind knocked from your lungs. Your vision had gone blurry, and you struggle to regain your balance but you could see your father in all his rage, fighting Thanos. You got up and could see that Mantis was up on Thanos’ shoulders, keeping him in a headlock while she put him in a trance.

“Y/n!” your Dad called. “We almost got it off, hurry!.” 

In an instant, you were right by Peter trying your hardest to pull off his gauntlet.

“So close.” You groan, struggling to get the tight-fitting gauntlet off the last bit of his hand that was still inside.

That’s when he took control of his mind back, waking up from the trance Mantis had put him under. He shakes you all off, but not before Thanos grabbed you by the throat. 

“No!” you could hear Peter shouting. 

“So small,” he said. “Barely lived a life, and yet so ready to give everything up to save everyone,” you spit in his face. 

“I’d rather die fighting you than sit home doing nothing,” you croak. 

“Your wish is my command,” and he squeezed harder. The corners of your vision started to become blurry, and your lungs begin to burn. 

“Stop!” you hear Dr. Strange. “I will give you the time stone if you let the girl go,” 

“No, don’t.” you struggle. “Don’t do it.” 

He took a minute to contemplate. “Fine,” he says chucking you to your father’s feet. Peter comes running over. 

“Y/n, your gonna be fine,” he says as he holds you. 

You open your eyes and can see just as Dr. Strange is giving the stone to Thanos. 

“No,” you sigh. Peter holds you tighter as you try to wriggle out of his arms. 

Just then a wave of power shook the ground, and you saw it. The sheer power that the gauntlet holds. And before any of you could do anything, he snapped. 

The world shook, and he was gone. And you had a sick feeling in your stomach. 

“He’s gone,” your father said quietly. 

“It’s my fault,” you said, moving into an upright position and out of Peter’s lap. “I should have done more.”  

“You did enough.” Your father reassures you. 

“You should’ve let me die if it meant saving everyone.” You glare at Dr. Strange, storming over to him. “You said that if it came down to it you’d let us die. So why didn’t you keep your promise!”  Your face is just inches from his. 

“There are fourteen-million, six-hundred-and-five realities in which Thanos wins, and only one in which we win.” he states. 

“I realized I couldn’t risk letting any of you die, because I’m not sure who saves us all.” His lip trembles, you can tell he’s just as infuriated with this situation as you are.

“Guys?” You turn around and find your father and Peter looking over towards where Drax, Starlord, and Mantis are. They’re turning to dust. This prompted you and Peter to both look over to Dr. Strange, just in time to see him turn to dust as well. 

“Dad?” you ask, panicked. 

“You’re going to be fine-,” you Dad started to say, rushing over to you. “Peter?” 

“I-I-I don’t feel so good,” Peter said. “Y/n, I-I-,” he stumbled into you. You held him tight, you can feel him become lighter and lighter. 

“I love you,” is the last thing you hear from him before he turns into dust.  

“Dad! He’s g-gone,” you tried to hold back a sob. Remnants of Peter lay in small flakes of dust on your palms. 

That’s when you felt. It started in your hands. You looked down with tears in your eyes as you see your hand start to crumble. You look back to your dad.

“Daddy.” you whimper. 

And the last thing you saw was the look on your father’s face as his heart broke, and your vision went black.

[citydreamgrls]

surprises

ron weasley x fem!reader

words: 4,049

a/n: i would just like to say a massive thank you to the love shown on my past two weasley fanfics. i hope this one can bring you just as much joy and escape in these horrible times ,, stay safe ! :)

warnings: smut (18+) , daddy kink , dominant ron ;)))

It was a sunny day in London, and people had flocked to the streets to enjoy the fleeting good weather before it was gone again. I was on my break, the top buttons of my work blouse undone as I leant over the bridge to watch the river’s water pass by. A cigarette went between my fingers and lips as I checked my watch, just another five minutes then I’d be back to serving coffee to rushing businessmen.

My lungs filled up and I turned around, my back on the railing as I puffed out a small cloud of smoke before my eyes. I froze, blinking a few times before laughing quietly to myself.

I really must be missing my friends, because I could’ve sworn I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione on the other side of the road. But there wasn’t anyone there when the smoke cleared. I snuffed out the cigarette and headed back into the coffee shop, doing up my buttons and grabbing my apron.

-

“Do you think she saw us Ron?” Hermione asked me as I fell against a lamppost.

“How would I know, I was there too.” I huffed, looking up at the house that stood in a row of identical ones.

“Come on you two,” Harry called, having aparated a few doors down “I think it’s this one?”

“Number 52?” Hermione shouted, grabbing her bag and following me as I caught up to Harry.

“Yep, it’s this one.”

“Well we better set up then,”

We had decided to visit y/n last minute, knowing her parents’ plans to visit her grandmother on her birthday weekend. So we decided to throw her a surprise party to cheer her up.

“When are the boys getting here?” Harry asked, preparing to pick the lock.

“One step ahead of you!” Fred and George pulled open y/n’s front door, making us all jump back. “Well come on you lot, this house won’t decorate itself.”

“It would if we could use magic,” I grumbled. 

-

“Bye guys, see you on monday.” I said to my co-workers, grabbing my bag and heading out into the warm evening air.

“Have a good birthday darling,” My boss, who was stacking the outdoor chairs, said as I walked past.

I opened cards on the walk home, mostly from regular costumers and people I worked with. A few of my muggle friends had come into the shop to give me gifts and wish me a happy birthday, even an aunt I hadn’t seen in months stopped by today. But nothing from Harry, Ron or Hermione.

In fact, I’d heard very little from them since the term ended. Not that I minded too much, they were spending the summer together and were probably busy. I had muggle friends in London too, which made the summer that little bit better.

“Oh y/n darling.” My neighbour hobbled down her doorstep, drawing me from my thoughts.

“Oh hi Mrs Hampton, is everything okay?” I asked, putting the cards in my bag and fishing around for my house keys. She bent down to pick something up from her front door.

“I made you a cake sweetie, I heard your parents are out of town and wanted to make sure you had something good to eat for your birthday.”

I took the cake from her outstretched hands and beamed with glee.

“Thank you so much, this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me.”

She winked my way and chuckled,

“Just you promise that you won’t have too many friends round, my hearing might not be great but I can still sense a crowd.” she smirked.

“I promise it’ll be civilized if anything.”

“Well enjoy it anyway darling, bye bye.” I waved her off, turning to leave as she disappeared inside.

I caught a glimpse of something flashing by the window of my house and stopped again. Maybe I was just beginning to see things. I shook my head and carefully unlocked the front door so as not to drop the cake.

“Happy birthday buttercup,” A voice sounded from nearby, I turned round in the doorway to see my best (muggle) friend Jade leant against the garden gate with a smile on her face.

We’d known each other ever since the first day of nursery when I had an obsession with buttercups, hence the nickname. She had helped me find as many as I could to take home, and we’d been close from then on.

“Jade!” I put the cake down and went to give her a hug, I’d barely had a chance to see her before she had gone on holiday. “When did you land?”

“About an hour ago, I thought I’d come and say hi. And give you this.” A small blue box was placed into my hands gently, I frowned as I opened it up. Seeing a little silver bracelet, one that matched hers exactly. “Mum helped me find another one,” she laughed, “it took long enough.”

“I love it, thank you.” I hugged her again, holding her tight against me. “What are you doing later?” I asked.

“Nothing really, why?”

“I was thinking maybe we should have an early party, you know because the parents are out of town and all.” I offered up.

“Yeah, i’ll round up the others and be back here in an hour?”

“Perfect, oh and bring as much booze as you can.”

“Anything for you y/n,” she teased and went off down the road.

I picked everything up and went into the house, kicking the front door shut and heading to the kitchen to place the cake down carefully. I read the icing message with a smile and flicked on the kettle with a sigh, I didn’t have long to get ready.

A giggle sounded behind me, making me jump and grab my wand from the side. I stuck it up in the air and called out to the air.

“Who’s there!” I wasn’t sure what I’d do if an intruder came out. Especially if it was a muggle, I'd look a bit mental flinging a stick in their face.

Another noise caught my attention, this time from the living room. As I crept towards it, I could tell it was more of a fizzing of sorts. I turned the corner, wand still outstretched, and stopped in my tracks.

Right in the middle of the room a small firework was spinning around harmlessly. I got closer, frowning until it burst and displayed the small message.

Happy Birthday y/n !!!

Before I even had a chance to process it, Harry threw off his invisibility cloak in front of me and the rest of the group appeared out of thin air. I screamed in shock, amazed that they were all here for me. Suddenly the room was no longer dark and miserable, and now covered in balloons and streamers, music already playing.

“Surprise!!” The twins grabbed me from behind, and threw me into the air.

“Put her down you lunatics!” Ron shouted over the music. “The neighbours will think she’s being murdered.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione smirked, “I already put a silencer on the house.”

“What are you all doing here?” I asked, hugging them all in turn.

“We didn’t want you all on your own,” Harry smiled, quick to pour drinks for everyone.

“Yeah, especially not on your birthday.” Ron added, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, earning a teasing look from Fred and George who were wearing matching party hats.

“Oh guys this is great, but we have a small problem.” They all frowned at me as I explained what was gonna happen.

-

“So Fred, George, remember to keep the magic to a minimum but it isn’t the end of the world. Harry, you're in charge of making sure any pictures are hexed so they’re deleted immediately okay, we don’t need any traces of this party for my parents to see online. My friends I could explain, but you guys are strangers in their eyes and would be harder to explain if you two are performing charms in the background” I glared at the twins.

“Hermione, you’ve already obliviated the front door yes?” I asked.

“Anyone who crossed out of it will forget this entire night.” She promised me.

“Perfect.”

“Uhhh what’s my job?” Ron asked.

“Heavy lifting,” I smirked. “Take all the breakables and lock them in the coat cupboard, I can put it all back in the morning.”

The group nodded, rushing off to sort out everything while I sped up to my room to get ready for the party. Hermione followed closely, having missed her own muggle life for some time this felt like normality for her.

“It’s odd coming back isn’t it,” She nodded, looking round my room before chilling on my bed. “How has your guy’s summer been?” I asked her, starting my makeup.

“It’s been good, I stayed at the burrow. Ron wouldn’t shut up about you.”

“Do I irritate him that much?” I giggled.

“Come on he’s obsessed with you,” Hermione huffs, sick of trying to convince me yet again. “It was his idea to come here, he wouldn’t rest until we all agreed to come surprise you.”

“He’s just nice like that,”

“Have you ever seen him put as much effort into anyone else?” she smirked.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks he likes me mione,” She rolled her eyes, picking up an old magazine and waiting for me to finish.

-

On cue, Jade and a whole group of my muggle friends arrived each person with handfuls of booze to get through the night with. Soon the music was blasted and everyone was doing shots and dancing around my house.

The twins were impressing girls in the kitchen, this time with their new-found beer pong skills, instead of magic. But Harry was the one to watch, as he made up some wild story about his scar to a group of boys I’d known from down the street.

“Ron, I think she might be checking you out.” I giggled, leaning close so he could hear me over the music. He didn’t even bother looking at the girl I was talking about.

“Oh right,”

“Well aren’t you going to talk to her?” I nudged him.

“Oh, no I’m good thanks.” He took another gulp of his drink.

“Come on, you may as well give it a try. She won’t remember anything about tonight anyway,” I joked, he looked over at the girl giving him glances. She blushed when he noticed her.

“She’s not my type y/n,”

“God you’re so stubborn,” I laughed, finishing my drink. He didn’t say anything and just walked off, leaving me standing alone at my own party.

“Oh thanks a lot,” I scoffed and headed to the kitchen just to see Fred land another shot at the table. The boys on the opposing team were hammered and could barely see at this point.

“Having a good time y/n?” Fred asked, taking a break as they set up another round.

“Yeah this is fun, thanks you guys.”

“Oh it’s all Ron’s doing really,” George said, coming to my side as I poured another drink, not holding back on the spirits “Speaking of, where is he?”

“Oh he went off in a huff when I mentioned some girl was checking him out, I don’t know why he’s so stuck up about it. I was doing him a favour.”

Neither of the twins said a word, making me suspicious. “What?”

“Little Ronniekins does have a crush, you know.” George teased me.

“Oh not you guys too. Hermione said the same thing, he doesn’t like me like that.”

“Never underestimate how dim that boy can be y/n,” Fred huffed.

I gulped my drink down in a matter of seconds, sick of hearing them tell me something that didn’t feel true. I went to fill it up again, met with an empty bottle. In fact, there wasn’t much alcohol left at all.

“Great, looks like I’m off to the shops,” I rolled my eyes and turned around to see Hermione in the hallway. “I’m going out won’t be long.” I told her, she nodded in agreement. “Oh could you do me a favour-”

“I’ve already put a silencer on the house, no one on the street knows a thing.” She reassured me.

“God you’re good.” I laughed and took my coat off the hook. I temporarily lifted the obliviate spell on the door and passed through, seeing Ron sat on the front wall.

“So this is where the real party is,” I teased him, putting an arm around his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, unable to stay mad for too long.

“Are you going somewhere?” He pulled at my coat.

“Just to the shops, I won’t be long.”

“I can come if you want?” He offered.

“Yeah sure,” I smiled, jumping off the wall and stumbling back a bit with drunkenness.

“Careful darling,” He teased me, making me pout.

-

The streets were quiet on our walk back.

“This is fun,” He said in confidence.

“Do you mean us walking or the party?”

“Both, but this a bit more.” I was swaying about, the bottles in the bag rattling about. He took it from my hand with a laugh and used the other to hold me steady.

“Thank you, I can get clumsy when I’m drunk.” I rested my head on his shoulder as he slowed even more.

“It’s sweet.”

“You think so?” He nodded. “Hermione told me the surprise was your idea,”

“Uh yeah, sort of.”

“Well I think it was your best idea to date,”

Ron let go of my arm and took my hand in his, swinging it between the two of us.

“Hermione also told me something else,” I teased.

“What?” he seemed nervous.

“It’s a secret,”

“y/n,” he glared jokingly, “tell me.”

I stopped us in the street so I could get close to his ear to whisper.

“She told me that you’ve been talking about me all summer.” He was blushing slightly when I pulled away, but his hand remained in mine.

“Yeah I kinda have,” he kept his eyes on his feet as we started walking again. “But it’s only because I missed you.” “Aw I missed you too Ronniekins,” he shook his head.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Fred and George.”

“Are you jealous?” I joked.

“You’re my friend after all,”

We stopped at the front gate where Ron turned to face me as he leant against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

“I think you like me,” He declared boldly.

“You’re getting brave,” I teased.

“Am I right? That’s what matters.”

“Maybe a little,”

“I like you y/n,”

I smirked, moving closer to him so that he was pressed up against the brick.

“Does this mean I can kiss you already?”

Ron grabbed my face the second I had uttered those words, and kissed me hard as if it had been boiling inside him all this time. My hands grabbed at the collar of his shirt, playing with the fabric between my fingers while he caressed me gently.

He had a reserved sense of fierceness behind his actions. One part of him held me tight and close, unwilling to release me and halt our kiss. But the other side wondered whether he should savour this moment in all its glory.

A cough sounded at the door behind us, making both Ron and I jump apart.

“I would love to say ‘about time’, but we’re one down for our beer pong team and we can’t lose the streak.” George complained, and Ron nodded moving to follow his brother inside. “So come on y/n, you’re needed.”

“And that is why I am the best chaser on the quidditch team goalie,” I teased Ron, bringing him in with me.

-

Once all the alcohol had been consumed, one way or another, and all the muggle guests had left (with no recollection of the night at all) I began to clear up. Hermione was already in bed in my parents’ room, and Harry had been discarded on the kitchen table where he insisted he would spend the night.

The twins were dead asleep on the sofas when I checked on them, Ron clicking in their faces to try and rise them. With no luck.

“They’re out cold,” He laughed.

“Come on then, I’m tired.”

“Oh so you’re letting me join you,” Ron grabbed my waist, pulling me away from the staircase before I could even get a foot on the first step.

“Put me down Ron,” I giggled, jumping at the feeling of his lips on my neck. He began walking up the stairs and kicked open my door.

“Only when it’s safe to do so,” he joked, throwing me onto the bed.

I landed on my back, the air in my lungs knocked out.

“Careful, throw me around too much and I might just fuck you,” I joked, but Ron’s eyes were darker now as he smirked. I moaned internally, just seeing him like this got me excited.

“And if I did fuck you y/n?”

“I would never complain about anything, ever again.” I sighed and he threw his top off, getting on top of me and kissing my neck yet again. Deeper and harder, leaving little purple marks to show off the next morning.

His hands were all over my body, even more so when our clothes were gone. He reached down between my legs and pushed my thighs away ever so carefully. He whispered beside my ear, fingers ghosting over my panties.

“Is this what you want y/n?” I nodded, words seeming too complex. “You want my fingers inside you don’t you, knuckle deep?” All that came out was a gasp as he pulled the final item of clothing away and pushed a single finger in as promised.

I could hear how wet I was, and he could feel how, even around one finger, I was the tightest he had ever felt. One by one he added fingers, making my body seize up with the burning pleasure of their movements.

Then they were gone, dragged away, my back falling onto the mattress yet again this time with a disappointed sigh.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m not done.” He grinned, taking his cock from against his chest and pumping it. He was fully hard at just the sight of my naked body before him, all his to use as he desired. I had never wondered about the size of Ron’s cock, but this was beyond what I had ever imagined anyone’s.

It was thick and long and begging to be inside my dripping pussy. He leant closer, lining himself up with one hand and holding one of my thighs down with the other. I groaned at how forceful he was, enjoying that he was so openly having his way with me.

“You ready baby?” He asked.

“Yes… daddy,” Ron’s cock pushed deep inside me, and the nickname just made him want to get even deeper. He held one of my legs up, forcing me to tighten up around him.

“Oh fuck .. fuck.” I screamed, unbothered if I would wake the others.

“Turn around,” Ron demanded, to which I scrambled to bend over for him with my ass in the air. “Good girl,” He smacked my cheek with one hard slap and entered my pussy again in one smooth thrust, immediately groaning at the feeling.

He was hard, but I loved it. His rhythmic, strong thrusts would have sent me flying if it wasn’t for his iron grip on my waist keeping me down. I had no choice but to grip the bedsheets in my hand and scream myself silly while he pounded me like an animal.

One hand reached forward, round my neck and onto my throat. Ron pulled me up, so my back was pressed up against him.

“You’re gonna ride me now darling, like a dirty slut.” I moaned at his words, completely unravelled by them. I came then and there, being held like a willing prisoner and fucked like a whore. “Good girl,” He whispered, pushing me away and laying down, his hands resting behind his head as I climbed onto his cock and letting it slip up and into me.

This feeling, with his length, made riding an incredible experience. I felt unstoppable with Ron’s encouraging words and wandering hands that would rest upon my bouncing tits as my hips went up and down.

“Oh fuck, daddy I’m so close.” I screamed, getting faster as I chased my high like a hungry bitch.

“I want to cum inside you y/n,” He told me.

“Do it,” I groaned out. “I’ll cum too, I promise.”

“Beg,”

I pleaded out, over and over, before he spilled inside me. Less than a second after I came all over his thick cock, falling down in exhaustion and laying beside him. The only noise in the room was our laboured breathing, but Ron took my hand in his and kissed it.

“You’re incredible,” he spoke softly, now worried that we might have woken the whole street if it wasn’t for the house’s silencer.

A few moments later, once we had finally come round again, I pulled the covers over us and let Ron hold me close.

“We have to leave in the morning,” He told me.

“Can’t you just stay the rest of the weekend?” “Mum and dad are going away, and they can’t leave Ginny on her own.”

“I’ll miss you,” I told him.

“Come with us, you can stay the rest of the holiday.” He offered up, not wanting to sleep without me by his side now he felt how normal it felt to have me in his arms.

“I wish I could, but I have to work.”

“Just quit, it wouldn’t matter.”

“I need that job when I come back next summer,” I laughed, but Ron had a thought on his mind.

“Don’t come back next summer, just stay with us. You’re always complaining that your parents are never here. And if you want to see your friends, you can still visit.”

“Every summer at the burrow, with you?”

“Only if you want to,”

“I really want to.” I smiled, nustling into his side.

-

The next morning I packed a bag and wrote two letters. One for my boss, to explain that I had to quit under important circumstances and that I was very sorry. The other for my parents, telling them not to worry. That I was grateful for them always, but that I had friends to be my family now.

“Come on y/n,” Harry shouted down the stone steps, “I want to go to diagon alley before we leave London.” I threw my case down to George, who almost fell at the weight of it.

“Y/n?” Jade shouted to me across the road. The Weasley’s, Harry and Hermione froze at the sight of her but she smiled at them politely as if she’d never met them. A silent sigh of relief was sounded by us all. “What happened last night?” She asked, putting us on edge again.

“What do you mean?” I laughed it off.

“Well I remember bringing loads of people over, but I can’t for the life of me recall anything that happened last night.”

“You must have been really drunk Jade, I saw you and it looked bad.”

“Oh god, I feel awful. I must have been a real hassle.” She noticed the twins eyeing her from the group. “They look familiar, have I met them before?”

“No, they’ve just picked me up. I’m going away for a bit but I’ll let you know when I’m back.” Her attention was quickly back on me.

“Okay, well, have a good summer and ring me when you can.” She hugged me goodbye and headed off back up the road.

“She totally had a thing for me last night,” Fred gloated.

“No she did not, she wanted me.” George argued.

“Oh shut it you two!” Hermione huffed, sporting yet another hangover. “Are we all ready?”

I took Ron’s hand in mine and smiled at the ginger boy beside me, “Ready.”

[malereader-inserts]

broken crown | xiv.

You closed your eyes, well, for the first time - people will see the wrath of Merlin.

Word Count:  2,116

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Harry looked at you as you stood next to him, he was trying to find Hermione and Ron, it seems like you were more preoccupied in your own thoughts to even answer where your best friends were. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you along to see if Hermione and Ron were further down, however, Harry stopped when Voldemort started to speak.

You looked at him concerned, as you placed both your hands against his upper arm to hold him still. Harry was overwhelmed with people protecting him from Pansy who wanted to give him into the dark lord. You smiled at him squeezing his hand reassuringly, as students started to leave, Harry continues to walk towards the Weasleys, asking them if they had found the two but was interrupted by Mad-Eye.

“We’ve only got half an hour until midnight, so we need to act fast! A battle plan hasn’t been agreed on, but Lupin might have a better idea on it.”

Eyes shifted towards to you and your dad, Harry nudged you as you cleared your throat, scratching the back of your neck.

“Well, first things first, I can only imagine the defence shield already put up and the statues are in place, professor?” You looked at your head of house, who nodded, “May I asked Professor Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall to go take groups of fighters up to the three highest towers — Ravenclaw, Astronomy, and Gryffindor — where they’ll have a good overview, excellent positions from which to work spells.”

You looked around the group of the Order of the Phoenix, as your eyes landed on your dad.

“Dad, Sirius, Arthur, Kingsley and perhaps Mad-Eye take groups into the grounds. We’ll need somebody to organise defences of the entrances of the passageways into the school —” 

“Sounds like a job for us,” called Fred, indicating himself and George, and you smiled and nod your approval, “And lastly, someone needs to take care of the rickety bridge off to the side. Other than that, leaders up there and we’ll divide up the troops!”

As McGonagall was saying stuff to Harry, he turns to you as you smile. Kissing his forehead.

“I’ll find you, Harry, you’re wearing the bracelet,” You reassured him, “Go, I have stuff to do, but you need to find the horcrux.”

“Alright,” Harry nodded, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Harry ran off as you turned around, seeing leaders waiting for you. You sighed as you joined the rest of the adults. You felt so odd in a group of people who have been fighting for so long with such skills. They turned to look at you, hoping you had a plan in your head, they should stop expecting things from you but admittedly, you did have a somewhat an idea of what you wanted for battle. 

It seems like after five minutes of debating battle plans and who will go where, the leaders seem to disperse, calling their troops. You cringed thinking that your peers, students your age are now soldiers. 

“You wear a broken crown,” McGonagall says next to you as you looked at everyone shouting and moving people along.

“A crown is supposed to worn with pride, by kings and queens of royalty. Not someone like me.”

“That is why it’s broken,” Your professor says, “You are forced to step up to a responsibility that you had no choice to.”

“Hm,” You sigh, watching McGonagall walk to usher people to the right area.

Remus turns around before going to the grounds, to look at you standing straight where Dumbledore once stood, looking at all the soldiers moving out of the hall. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest whilst holding your wand in your dominate hand. Remus could tell you look slightly peeved off.

You stood thinking before shiver was sent down your spine as you felt like you could hear a voice whispering to you. 

“Merlin-” You breathed out as the feeling washed away, before angrily muttering to yourself, “I’m going to turn my hair grey at this point.”

Remus watch you start tensing your shoulder before weaving yourself with the crowd of students before disappearing. You looked to see Neville and Professor Sprout arming themselves, the feeling wasn’t fully away as you went outside to the grounds, you see how the shield slowly went down. You gripped your wand tighter, you thought you had much more time, but you could see at any given moment that the shield will collapse.

You breathed, seeing where your dad was as well as Sirius.

You closed your eyes, well, for the first time - people will see the wrath of Merlin.

“Over my dead body,” You growled, you had been fighting viciously with death eaters.

You snapped your head towards your dad who seemed like he was struggling to keep up with Dolohov, you took a step as all the death eaters nearby that was fighting you were blasted back. 

Remus was getting out of breath, he tried to look for you, but he could only see Sirius, who was also getting his ass handed to him. Remus trips back and landing badly on some fallen debris, and here he thinks - this is where he dies, he won’t be able to be a father again, he fails to watch his son grow up and grow old with Tonks. 

Just as Dolohov was going to take the killing blow, someone stood before him. 

“Kill him, I dare you,” your voice travelled, and it was threatening.

Remus was able to stand up to see you pointing your wand towards Dolohov., he had noticed that you had a protective shield in front between you and the death eater. But, alongside the shield, you had Dolohov choking. A spell had gripped his throat, lifting him up. 

“No one touches my father,” the tone sent a shiver down Remus’ spine as your wrist flicked left, snapping the death eater’s neck, dropping him as well as the shield.

Your shoulders relax as the shield drops as well, you swivel on your heel. Remus looks up at your offering hand to see a sweet smile on your face, As you hoist him up, he continues to fall through to squeeze you into a hug - you let out a small chuckle.

“You okay?”

“Are you?” Remus asked, almost desperate like as you nodded, “You’re...”

“Terrifying?” You finished for him as Remus gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Guys-!” Sirius frantically screams as you parted the hug from your dad to see Sirius getting ganged up, you sighed as your eyes trained on the death eaters before flinging them away by the flicker of your eyes, “You couldn’t have done that sooner?”

You looked at him with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, Sirius.”

He places a heavy hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay kid, you get going, alright? Your dad and I will be careful this time.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Best do, because if you die - I’ll figure out a spell to conjure you two back to kill you myself.”

The two grown adults nodded as you walked away, the two watches how you held yourself, you weren’t flinching at the coming spells as you manage to block them with a shield. 

“He’s bloody terrifying,” Sirius murmured as Remus patted him on the shoulder.

“You could say that again.”

“Tonks!” You growled almost as she snaps her head towards you and seeing fury in your eyes, “What in the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for your dad!” She says as you gripped her upper arm, to make sure she wouldn’t run off, “You wouldn’t happen to see him right?”

“Dora, what about Teddy?”

“He sleeps like his father, (Y/n), he’ll be fine, it’s your dad who needs me.”

You sighed, knowing that Tonks is stubborn as all hell, “Last time I saw him was in the courtyard, please try to avoid being seen - I know Bellatrix is going after you.”

She nods, patting your cheek before running away from you, you sighed hoping you could go find Harry and help him out, as you were just running about, tackling any death eater that got in your way, you could see Fred and Percy trying to avoid conflict. It seems like Fred was injured badly. 

“Fred! Percy!” You called out, they looked at you, “Have you seen Harry?”

“Heard they were about to go to the boathouse for Snape,” Fred shouted back, you looked at him concerned, “Don’t mind me, Merlin, go after him - I’ll live.”

You hesitated for a second as he waves you off, you rush off in the direction that Harry and your two best friends might be. 

Remus was concerned, whilst he now know that you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself, but whilst he found Tonks in the midst of fighting and Sirius by his side - he couldn’t find you anywhere during the hour armistice. He sees the Weasley reunited together, alive. 

Kingsley and Mad-Eye discussing more battle plans, for anything that could possibly happen in the next hours of the war. McGonagall was checking up on students before there was a signal of people leaving the school to see what is happening in the entrance. Remus had looked around to see almost everyone in the school fighting watch as Hagrid carried a lifeless body.

“No!” A voice screeched as everyone snapped to see (Y/n) Lupin getting pulled back by Ron and Hermione, equally distraught as him, “HARRY-!”

Remus could breathe a little better, to see that his son was still alive, though there was a sickening feeling in him to see his best friend’s son dead. Remus could feel Sirius shuffle close to him as Tonks tightens her grip on his arm.

You were held tightly by Ron, your best friend was strong - you often forget that, but, what’s surprising is Hermione’s grip, it could be for the fact that you’re being held back or the fact she needed support from breaking down. At least she still has two best friends alive. 

You look at your boyfriend’s lifeless body, you blocked out whatever Voldemort was speaking. You hated yourself, the charm bracelet was supposed to help you alert you when Harry was in danger, but there was a comforting feeling that perhaps there was something more to Harry.

You were brought back to reality when you see a shield cast out of nowhere between Voldemort and Neville, people started to run back into the grounds of Hogwarts - you were let go by Ron and Hermione as you frantically scream for Harry - noticing how Hagrid no longer is holding him. 

You were crushed and pushed by an influx of new arrivals such as Charlie Weasley, friends and families of students that stayed behind to fight as well as shopkeepers and homeowners in Hogsmeade. You even found the chance to see centaurs marching into the fight, pride on their shoulders.

You were too preoccupied with looking for Harry that you had been hit with a severing charm more known for cutting dressed. You hissed before waving your wand with ease - squeezing the death eater so tight, he loses air. 

Preoccupied with strong death eaters, you were getting too tired for your own spells. How you’ve been using a lot of your conserved energy to perform high dark magic. The fact that at the end of your duel, you could feel blood dripping from your forehead, your dominate arm cut up and scuffed up with dirt and dust.

You managed to get the end tail of witnessing Molly Weasley absolutely decimating Bellatrix, and Harry reveals himself to be alive. You felt like you could breathe again. You could spot Tonks in the crowd with her hair, next to her is Sirius and your dad, you could rest easy knowing that the people you cared for is still alive. 

You could take a nap.

“(Y/n)...” There was a whisper in your ear, you were curious as you started to walk in the direction of the voice that was calling your name before it tells you to use your compass. As you take it out, it spun several times before stopping in a direction.

You might have missed out on the oncoming defeat of Voldemort, but you stand in the portrait of Merlin, looking down at you.

“I’d think you’d be more smartly presented when you come to me,” Merlin’s voice says to you as you raised an eyebrow.

“For that, you’re coming with me,” You swished your wand and levitated the portrait, you don’t know where you were going but there was a talk that you needed with Merlin.

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