#like my laptop BROKE 2 years ago man

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines:

lab "partners" who broke the laws of physics and nature together but it went horribly wrong and one of them got stranded in alternate dimensions and the other wiped his memory so hard he went mad. 30 years later and they were finally able to reunite during the apocalypse. even though both had changed so much they wanted to forgive each other and move forwards

if fiddauthor isn't real then why is there only one bed in the bunker. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they go stargazing and talk about wanting to start a family. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "my partner" and "my fiddleford". if fiddauthor isn't real then why does fiddleford subconsciously hang out around the shack decades after he stopped living there. if fiddauthor isn't real then why does ford have dreams about him every night. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford leave his son and his failing/failed marriage to go live alone in an isolated cottage in the woods with his best friend from college. if fiddauthor isn't real then why is ford's ideal world one where he gets to work with fiddleford for the rest of time. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "life would be a nightmare without them" and "it's the most meaningful thing in the world". if fiddauthor isn't real then why did alex hirsch change that one scene in the book to sound less gay. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford make his laptop password ford's name. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they hold hands while hugging. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "i could have sworn that as he joyfully played, i could see the age lift off his face, and see the fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago". IF FIDDAUTHOR ISN'T REAL THEN WHY DID FORD'S MORE HONEST RETELLING OF THE PORTAL SCENE FEATURE HIM GENTLY CRADLING FIDDLEFORD IN HIS ARMS

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear:

THEY LITERALLY MADE MR CRY THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED THE GAME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY FINALLY GET TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME.

they are married in canon and are epic and amazing. they had sad canon events where bob thought helmut was dead for like 30 years or something but helmut WASN'T dead his brain was still alive and they are reunited in the game first by way of stealing an evil dictator's body and then later on they put helmut's brain in a ball as a temporary fix while they go out to find his body which has been frozen in ice. the game forces you to walk through bob's memory of saying his vows at their wedding ceremony and it's seriously some of the most romantic and heartwarming shit i've ever heard, especially "just when i thought i was turning to seed, you made me bloom again" like my god. i love them

they're gay and old as hell!!!! there's a level dedicated to their wedding!!!

Helmut is voiced by Jack Black and is currently a brain in a ball, and Bob knows him so well that the mental image of him in his drunken mind says things Bob KNOWS the real Helmut would never say. Also Helmut is temporarily in the body of a guy voiced by Elijah Wood-

[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (2)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader, Dean being a douche (implied), unplanned pregnancy

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Designed by pain masterlist

Designed by pain (1)

Three months later, London 

London in spring was less exciting than you thought. If you explored most of the well-known tourist attractions, it was a place like all the ones you lived in before.

Well, it was a little more British, and they had better tea. Okay, they had the best tea you ever drank outside of Japan. But you couldn’t feel more than resentment against London.

It wasn’t its fault. If you had come here before Dean broke your heart, you would’ve fallen in love with the non-touristic places you discovered on your walks through town.

Like the sweet little bakery called the Dusty Knuckle. You chuckled at the name and were about to call Dean to tell him about it. He would’ve laughed and you would’ve laughed��together soon enough.

That was until you realized that you forgot about reality and the situation you are in. 

Well, he would laugh getting to know you signed up for one of their bread-making classes to distract yourself from your messed up feelings.

“How do you like your new office?” Arthur brings you out of your thoughts. Over the last months, he became a confidant. He helped you find the perfect home for you and your baby and made sure that you at least forget about your heartbreak for a while.

Having a man not trying to get into your pants around was refreshing. Arthur tried to be a friend, not your boss. “It’s perfect,” you smile up at him before you turn your attention back toward the newest design. “I like the new design of the car.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Arthur chuckles. “Just like I knew you’d be perfect for this position. I wanted someone with the same passion for cars I share.”

You focus on your laptop and try not to cringe. Dean was the one waking the passion for cars deep within you. You still prefer classic cars, but you want to help build cars for the future.

“Thank you, for everything, Arthur,” you drop your eyes to your middle, wincing as you think about Dean again. He doesn’t deserve one single thought, but it isn’t easy to forget about the love of your life.

“I told you before, there is no need to thank me for hiring you,” Arthur pats your shoulder. “We work together like a well-oiled machine. I have to thank you.”

At the same time, Dean’s office, …

“Dean, I don’t get why you won’t try to find Y/N. She just upped and left that night. I heard her crying in your shared room, but she wouldn’t open the door.”

“She just upped and left, that’s right,” Dean snaps at his younger brother. “He rises from his seat to glare at Sam. “She left her ring on the bed! No note, no reason why. This told me everything I needed to know.”

“Just saying, that’s not her. Y/N would never do such a thing,” Sam interjects. “You know her better than me, but Y/N once told me that she hates unfinished business. She would’ve talked things out if you only gave her a chance!”

“Why are you so interested in my love life?” Dean snaps at his brother. “Y/N left and that’s that. Whatever we had is over.”

“Whatever you had?” Sam huffs and shakes his head. “You wanted to marry her, Dean. Dean Winchester wanted to settle down and have a family. If not for your mishap at the party, you’d be happy with her.”

“Mishap?” Dean splutters. “I don’t remember much of that night. I got a little drunk to find the guts to tell Mom and Dad about my engagement. Maybe I talked a little bit too long with Lisa. That’s all!”

“You ignored your fiancé for your ex-girlfriend, Dean,” Sam makes a face. He can’t fathom that his brother believes he wasn’t in the wrong that night. “You could’ve been happy with Y/N if not for your self-manipulative behavior. We both know you did this on purpose to make Y/N leave you.”

“What?” Dean gasps.

“Y/N was the best thing ever happening to you and you got scared again. So, you allowed Lisa Braeden to be all over you. No woman will stay by your side if she feels unwanted.”

“Leave me alone,” Dean grunts. “It’s over for good. I wouldn’t know where to look for her either way.”

“I can call a friend. He’s a private investigator and could easily find Y/N,” Sam tries one last time to make his brother see that he should do anything to get you back. “Dean don’t lose her out of stubbornness. You were in the wrong.”

“She could’ve stayed and talked to me. Just give up,” Dean drops his eyes to the little black box on his desk. “I did when I woke up to an empty bed, her ring in my hand.”

“I hope Mother is happy now,” Sam snaps at his brother. “She always wanted you to settle for Lisa Braeden, the woman breaking your heart.”

“Sammy,” Dean swallows thickly. “She was my fiancé, not yours. Stay out of my business.” He says instead of asking Sam to help him. Dean is too proud to admit that he’s missing you like hell.

If only he knew why you didn’t even leave a note…

Part 3

[gyupinkys]

VENOM-PT 2

A/N- This is not edited, I was too excited to upload. I really outdid myself with the smut, I hope you enjoy

WARNINGS- MURDER, GORE, GUNS, KNIVES, smut, angst, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, breeding kink, daddy kink, restraints, voyuerism, exhobitionism, mutual masturbation, oral (m&f receiving) and a lot more, but these are the main ones :)

WORD COUNT: 9K

The next morning you limp down the stairs to find Mingyu and Vernon in the kitchen. Vernon looks at you and instantly blushes while Mingyu takes this as an opportunity to tease you. 

“Did chan actually make you cum or were you faking it” he asks as he slides a plate of fruit towards you. 

“He definitely made me cum, multiple times” you say looking him in the eyes. 

“I’m sure I could do better” he says and you roll your eyes. 

“Keep this up and you won’t get to” you say with a smile. 

Mingyu gives you your phone back and says he thinks he found something but he’ll tell you at the group meeting that it should be happening soon. You say ok and take your phone back, unlocking it to see a picture of you in pink lingerie staring back at you. You look at Mingyu and he’s scrambling for words. 

“Did you at least enjoy yourself?”

“I did,” he said in shame.

“I’ll punish you later Gyu Gyu”

Cheol texted everyone to come to his office and you follow Mingyu and Vernon there. Everyone else is already in there and all eyes are on you when you step in. 

“I’m guessing you and Chan had fun last night.” Cheol says with a blank look on his face.

“We sure did” you say and look at Chan who has a mug smile on his face.

“ANYWAYS, Mingyu you said you found something on Y/N’s phone?” Cheol says in annoyance.

“Yea, the messages were sent from the building across the street, I'm assuming the person took it with a camera  from a spot in the building. They probably broke the phone after sending it but I checked the security cameras of the surrounding area and this is the only guy to leave the building after the pictures were sent.” 

“Wow, good shit mingyu” Jeonghan says and looks at the picture on his computer.

“Smart, talented, and hot” you keep impressing me Gyu Gyu” you say.

“Hey, why don’t I have a nickname?” Chan says. 

“Chan leave her alone, let's just focus on this” Mingyu says despite him relishing in your compliment. 

Mingyu puts the picture of the man on the projector and asks if anyone recognizes him. 

Everyone in SVT is at a loss but you know exactly who this man is. 

“Guys, this is really awkward, but that’s my ex boyfriend” you say.

They all give you questioning looks.

“I have no idea why he would do this? We haven’t seen each other in two years, so i'm equally as confused.”

“What's his name? I’ll check our files for him”  DK says, pulling out his laptop.

“Choi San” you say nervously.

They all turn their heads toward you in shock. 

“You're telling me YOU were dating Choi San?” Seungkwan says in disbelief. 

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?”

“He’s like the most lethal assassin in the game! How did you meet him?”

“We trained together and you know one thing led to another. But we broke up ages ago”

“Cheol i'm glad to not be you, he’s probably gonna kill you” Jun says.

“Jun, don’t say that Seungkwan says and he smacks Jun across the head.

He holds his hand up in defeat.

“Mingyu, can you check where he went after?”

“I already did, he went to this office building. “ATEEZ” corps.”

You’ve never heard of it let alone know what his association to it is. 

“Why don’t we send someone to camp out in front and see if he shows up?” Joshua suggest.

“I can go” you say.

“You should probably go with someone” Joshua says.

Everyone's hands but Jun’s shoot up and you let out a laugh.

“Wow so many options to choose from” you say with a smile. “Hmmmm, Hao we have some of our own problems to sort out why don't we go”

Mingyu, Chan, and Cheol all pout while the others brush it off. Hao can’t even look you in the eye for some reason but says “Sure, I’ll drop you off at your place so you can change”

From the moment you and Minghao parked the black inconspicuous van a few feet from the “ATEEZ” building you’ve wanted to

pull your gun out and shoot him.

“I SHOT HIM FIRST! YOU COSTED ME $5 MILLION DOLLARS, THEY SAID EITHER WE SPLIT THE MONEY OR TAKE NONE” 

“HE WAS MY HIT I DONT KNOW WHY YOU WERE THERE”

“I GOT THERE FIRST SO HE SHOULD’VE BEEN MINE”

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LETS JUST SPLIT THE MONEY”

“NO! YOU JUST GIVE ME ALL THE MONEY YOU DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS IM SURE IF YOU ASK CHEOL FOR MONEY HE’LL GIVE IT”

Hao can feel his patience wearing thin. He takes pride in his mediation and ability to control his temper, but you’re testing him. 

“Y/N, please shut up”

“Admit I win and I’ll shut up. You just refuse-”

Hao pulls your lips to his and kisses you with passion. 

“You were so good for Chan last night, why are you being so bad with me?”

“Maybe you don’t deserve a good girl”

“I think, I know what i deserve, but now i know you don’t deserve to cum” he says as he pulls you to the back of the van. He attempts to straddle you but you flip him over, pinning his hands to the floor and tying them together with rope you found on the floor. 

“No, I think it’s you who doesn’t deserve to

cum.” you say as you begin gliding your hands over his chest. You unbutton his pants and pull out his hardening cock making him gasp. “Hao, I have a confession” you say as you spit in your hand and begin stroking him. “I’ve found you attractive from the moment I saw you throw yourself through that window. I didn’t know if you found me attractive as well, but last night I think i overhead something I shouldn’t have.” you say as you increase the speed of your strokes. 

Hao sucks in a deep breath, hoping you’re referring to something other than him being a perv. “what did you hear?” he says with gritted teeth, struggling with his restraints.

“I heard moaning and groaning that didn’t belong to Chan or I. At first I was confused, but when Chan said your room is next to his it clicked. Now babe, do you want to tell

me what you were doing last night?”  

He looks you in the eye and the smug look on your face infuriates him. He takes a deep

breath and you hear a snap. You look up to see the rope you tied his hands with are now gone and his left hand is flying to your neck. He throws you to the floor and pins your hands to the floor, pulling handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffing your hands to the roof of the car. You now sit on your knees with your hands attached to the ceiling, helpless. 

“You really wanna know what I was doing? He whispers in your ear pressing himself to your back. “I was thinking of how much better I would fuck you then Chan” he says as he picks up some more rope and begins wrapping your body in it, tying it around your thighs so they remain open. “I was thinking about all the things I would do to you, the way I would edge you, make you beg to cum like a bitch in heat” he says as he slides his hand into your pants to your core. You’re embarrassingly wet and hang your head in shame. He slides two fingers into you; fingering you slowly, mesmerized by your pussy sucking him in. While he’s occupied you’ve been toying with your handcuffs. 

“Hao, the ropes are a little too tight” he immediately goes to untie the knot and adjust them and you pounce. You dislocate your thumb with a pop and slide your wrists through the handcuffs, shocking him. 

“I’ll show you how much of a psycho crazy bitch i can be” you say with smile and pull him to you for a heated kiss. You’re fighting for dominance, hands everywhere, tongues clashing and hair pulling. You put your hands down his pants and he does the same to you. As you grab his now hard dick, he slips his fingers into you. This begins the challenge of who could make the other cum first. You begin stroking him with the perfect pressure and pace, making sure to pay attention to his tip. Meanwhile he begins searching for your g-spot and plants his thumb on your clit drawing tight circles. You’re both slowly cracking but neither wants to give up control. You know you won’t last much longer so you pass your fingers faster over the tip of his dick, squeezing. “Please cum for me hao, I want it so bad” you say with a pout; watching him crumble. He cums in your hand with the cutest moan. Seeing his face scrunch up in pleasure sends you over the edge. Once you both come down you look at him on triumph.

“I never lose” 

“Fuck you Y/N”

“I know you want to” you say and get up to clean your hands.

Once you both clean up you settle back in the front seat. 

“Wait what if we missed something” you say.

“I doubt it” 

You see a black car drive down the street, and five minutes later the same kind but with a different number plate drives past.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” You say.

“Yea” Hao says and picks up his phone to call vernon. “Nonnie run these plates and see who they belong to” 

“They’re all registered under Kim LeeSeok”

he says after a few minutes.

You and Hao look at each other and he immediately turns the car on and speeds off. Behind you at least six cars pull off behind you ans begin following you.

“Here we fucking go” you say to yourself.

A bullet pierces the back windshield and lands in the center console ending the call with vernon. You pull out your pink gun and hao rolls his eyes. You roll down the window and shoot, the first bullet landing straight in the left eye of the driver in the car directly behind you, causing the car the swerve and hit the one to its left. 

“HOLY SHIT YOU SAW THAT? IT WAS CALCULATED, TRUST” you scream as a bullet flies right by your head. You pull your body back in the car and Hao takes several turns in an attempt to lose them. 

More bullets fly into your car and you guys duck. You start blindly shooting back. Another car pull up and you assume this is hao’s security since they begin shooting Mr. parks car. This single driver takes out the remaining four cars and pulls up to drive next to you. You look through your window and your met with San looking at you then Hao then back to you. He tilts his head and you nod at him. This was always your code for asking if you were ok. This is weird. He’s stalking you but wants to know if you’re ok?  You give him a question look and he nods his head no and speeds off. You look at hao who looks very stressed and ask him if he’s ok.  You drives back to the dorm in silence.

“I send you guys to do one thing and you come back with my car full of bullet holes?” Cheol says outraged.

“Your acting like its our fault! We didn’t ask to be shot at!” you say back.

“Did you at least see anything? And what happened to your hands!”

You both look down at your hands to see bruises from the ropes, and your thumb is swollen.

“Don’t worry about it, anyways we did see san�� hao says

“Where?”

“He pulled up out of nowhere and killed all the drivers and then he pulled up by us. y/n had some kind of silent conversation with him and then he drove off.”

Everyone looks at you. 

“I don't know why he’s doing this. I’m sure he’ll make it his mission to run into me so

maybe we can talk then”

“Are you not scared of him?” Jihoon asks.

“He would never hurt me. He always had a soft spot for me even since we were young.”

“Why did you guys break up?” Jun asks.

“We wanted different things. We used to be a duo, “Venom”. “  The whole room gasps. 

“No way” seungkwan says

“Yea, he wanted to expand but I wanted to stop, do other things besides killing. But he loves this and I didn’t want to stop him.”

“Do you love him?” Cheol asks.

“I’ll always love him but I’m not in love with him.” you say with a sigh.

“Wait, so you guys grew up doing this together?”

“Yea, our parents were involved in shady shit and gave us up to pay off their debts. We trained to become assassins and worked for different employers until we branched out on our own.”

“Was it a messy break up?” Jeonghan asks, all 13 of them are very intrigued. 

"No, it wasn’t but he changed his number one day and I never heard from him again until now.”

“Can someone check the street security cameras to see where he went?”

“I’ll go check” Wonwoo says and gets up.

“Well that's all for now you guys can go” Cheol says but only a few people get up.

“You guys wanna play Mario Kart?” Jeonghan asks.

“Bet” 

Jeonghan, Jihoon, Joshua are on one team and Mingyu, Vernon and DK are on the other. 

Cheol and Hoshi watch from their place on the couch. The game starts and Mingyu is surprisingly winning to everyone's disappointment. You get the feeling Mingyu and Dino suffer the same fate around here. Jeonghan groans because it's the last lap and he’s stuck in second place. He makes eye contact with you and raises his eyebrows. You smirk and nod and reach over to Mingyu who is sitting directly next to you. You put your hand on his thigh and glances over to you. You slide your hand up his thigh and lean into his ear to whisper “I think I want to kiss it better now”. He shudders and swerves off the road letting Jeonghan get first place. He groans as you slide your hand over his hardening cock. They queue up another game and you slide your hand into his pants. By now everyone knows what you're doing but they all just stare. You begin to stroke Mingyu, spitting in your hand as lube.  

“Pay attention to the game” you say out loud and slide down to your knees. Cheol is fuming, his eyes are boring into you and he’s cursing Mingyu in his head out of jealousy. It’s like you want to fuck everyone but him and her you go fucking Mingyu right in front of him.

You pull Mingyu’s hard cock out of his boxers and lick a long stripe up his shaft making him let out a quiet moan. No ones focusing on the game at this point as you take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. You can’t even say you're surprised at how long and thich he is, because c'mon look at his size. You struggle to breathe as you take more of him down your throat. You pull up for a breath of air to see everyone is looking at you. Vernon shifts in his seat to adjust his bulge and you laugh. You bring your free hand to his balls and begin to massage them, lowering yourself back on his cock and pushing yourself as far as you can go. He begins to whine and buck his hips into your mouth, pushing himself all the way down your throat making you gag. You pull up and stroke him again, turning to look at the guys.

You sit back on the couch still stroking him.

“Gyu, tell the guys how you feel” you whisper loud enough for everyone to hear.

He whines in response, making you slow down your strokes and tightening your grip. 

“If you dont listen to me I wont let you cum baby.” This makes him groan and force words out of his mouth.

“It feels so good,” he says between whimpers. He looks over to you, “Please let me cum Y/N, oh God I need it so bad”

“I don’t think you deserve to cum.”

“This was supposed to be you kissing it better, not punishing me”

“Touchè”

You spit on his tip making him let out a feral groan and you look at the guys. Vernon now has his dick out and is stroking it to match your pace while joshua looks like he’s about to cumin his pants. 

“Does he deserve to cum?”

“Yes absolutely, oh my god please” Vernon says. You assume he’ll only let himself cum when you let Mingyu cum. You look at Cheol whose eyes have been on you the whole time. 

“Let him cum.” he says and you give him a challenging look. “Now, Y/N” he says in a deep authoritative voice and you listen. “Cum, Mingyu”.

On command he cums letting out a loud moan and throwing his head back. Vernon cums at the same time whimpering into his hand. You stroke Mingyu until his orgasm finishes and say “I hope it feels better now.”

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You decide you’ve stayed with the guys for too long. It’s been three weeks of trying to figure out who's trying to get you all killed. You’ve been crashing at your place which you must admit has been the most fun three weeks of your life. You’ve gotten close with all the guys, but you and Cheol have been working together the most. You must admit you're beginning to develop a crush on him. You love the way he gets pouty and jealous when you pay more attention to the other guys and the way you guys banter. 

Hoshi lets you borrow his car to drive back to your place. Yeji and Lia aren’t here for some reason which is weird. You walk in and turn on your lights to see San sitting on your couch. 

“You’ve always been so fucking dramatic” you deadpan.

“It’s nice to see you too, love.”

“Why are you trying to kill me?” you ask as you take a seat next to him.

“I’m not trying to kill you idiot, but someone is.”

“Well spill the beans, mountain”

“Did you kill Kim LeeSeok?” he asks.

“It’s complicated.”

“How”

“Me and this dude shot him at the same time.” you say making sure to leave Hao’s name out of it.

“The red head?” he asks with a smirk.

“San, get to the point.”

“He was my boss, and a lot of people are mad that you and your little friend killed him.”

“Oh.”

“Oh” he mocks.

“So why did you let your boss die so easily?”

“Doll, you’ve gotten sloppy since we parted ways. You don’t think it was a little suspicious that the guards just happened to change when you and your friends showed up? It was a set up Y/N, someone higher up wanted him dead but didn’t want to take the blame so they hired a bunch of irresponsible assassins to take the blame. Now you’ve got enemies after you.”

“Fuck. Wait, why were you taking pictures of me at dinner?”

“JinYoung Park wants Cheol dead. He sent me to track him, but he wasn’t alone. You were there and now everyone knows who you are.”

“Sannie why did you send them the picture of me you could have lied” you pout.

“It was a live feed, once I saw you it was too late.”

“So what now?”

“I don’t know Y/N. Either you fake your death or you somehow kill JYP and his entourage.”

“Sannieeeeeeee I don’t want to do either” you say and throw your head on his lap.

“I know doll” he says as he massages your scalp.  You should tell Cheol what I told you, he should move his guys and the people he cares about somewhere safe.”

“FUCK HIS MOM LOVES NEXT DOOR!”

You both get up and run next door, San bangs on her door. 

“Mrs. Choi?” you yell. There's no answer. For the first time in years you feel fear. If Cheol loses his mom it will crush him, for the past few days you spent with the guys he’s always talking about his mom and how he’s glad she has a friend in you.

You pull a masterkey you stole from your mailman out of your pocket and unlock her door. The whole room is dark and you look at san. You both pull you guns out and walk into the room.

“Mrs. Choi?” Nothing.

Your phone begins to ring in your back pocket. It’s Cheol.

“Hello”

“Y/N, you need to leave your apartment right now. I already have my mom with me, but the building is surrounded.”

“Fuck”

“San we gotta go” You say to san.

“YOUR WITH SAN?” Cheol says.

“I'll talk to you later Cheol” you say and hang up. 

“The building’s surrounded, we gotta go.”

He pulls out his phone and calls someone while you guys head to the back door of the building.

“Wooyoung, find out how many people are surrounding Y/N’s building.”

“Y/N?? Are you guys back together? You guys should just get married at this point, I’m waiting for my nephew-”

“WOOYOUNG FOCUS”

“Ok damn, one sec”

You guys are on the second floor when you hear commotion. Both of you come to a halt and the door in front of you flies open. Two men in skull mask emerge and begin shooting at you. Both of you duck and shoot back. San hitting the first man twice in both sockets of his eyes and you hitting the second man directly in the throat. They both fall to the floor and you begin running to the door.

“There's six people at the backdoor, it's your best bet. They probably messed with your cars, Yeosang is on his way, meet him at the corner of 6th avenue.”

San counts you down and opens the door. Bullets immediately begin to fly as you catch the men by surprise. San takes down two and you get tackled by another. You press your stiletto nails into his eye sockets, leaving him wailing in agony. You turn around and shoot the man sneaking up on San as he finishes the man in front of him with a bullet to the head. You guys don;t even take a second to catch your breath as you run to 6th ave, on the lookout for Yeosang. You spot him in a black suburban and run over. 

“Yeonsangie, It's been ages” you say as you round the car to the passenger seat leaving San to sit in the back. As you're about to get in you hear a car pull up behind you. You look over your shoulder to see Cheol driving and Mingyu in the passenger seat. Cheol runs out the car over to you in a panic checking you for injuries.

“What the fuck happened?”

“You tell me! I have no Idea who those guys were.”

He looks over at San and back at you. 

“Why were you with him?”

“Oh, you're patrolling me now?”

“No,” he says with a pout.

“Wait how did you even know there were people outside?”

“I have security on my mom but when they went quiet I got worried. Wonwoo patrolled the security cameras around and I saw you enter and cars pull up five minutes after so I knew something was up. My mom was at our place for lunch, so I only had to worry about you.”

“You were worrying about me?” you say in a slightly mocking tone.

“Jesus Christ, I should've just let you get shot.”

“And they say romance is dead.”

The whole time San has been looking on. He can tell by the look in your eyes there's no love left for him; it's all for cheol. He sighs and looks at yeosang. 

“It’s ok dude” yeosang whispers.

“Y/N if you're coming with us we gotta get out of here.” san says.

“You're going with them?” Cheol says in a slightly hurt voice. 

“Um” you say as you look between them. 

You already know your answer, but the longer you take to say it the more Cheol’s heart breaks. 

“I’m gonna go with them” you say to san.

He nods and gets in the car. 

“Tell the guys Hi for me ok?”

“Sure” he says and Yeosang drives off.

Cheol throws his hand over your shoulder and leans to speak in your ear. “I got a little worried there”. You roll your eyes at him.

“I told you, I’m over him”

“So does that mean you're into me?” He says with a cocky smile.

“Yea that’s what it means” 

He looks at you dumbfounded while you slide into the back seat giving Mingyu a kiss on the cheek.

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“You mean to tell me JYP is trying to kill you?”

“Yeup”

“Ok” Seungkwan says with a disbelieving look on his face.

“I have a plan though” you say.

“I’m listening,” Cheol says.

“My friend Yeji, she trained with him. They called her his “secret weapon”, but she always hated him. I’m certain we can get her to help us catch him off guard.” 

“Will she want to help us?”

“That's not even a question, but the issue is, JYP is a huge group, we can’t take them down on our own. I can ask san to help us and call in some favors.”

“No to San.”

“Cheol, stop being Jealous.” Jeonghan says. “I think that's a good idea, but who are you gonna call?”

“BTS” they all stare at you with your mouth agape. “You know BTS?” Cheol asks.

“Oh we go wayyyyy back, Joonnie will say yes don;t worry.”

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“Namjoon, what do you mean no? You never tell me no!”

“Y/N, you don’t even know what you're getting yourself into, I can’t send my men into an unknown situation.”

���Just send the men you hate, easy. Joonie, the alternative is me dying.”

“Y/N, you're not gonna die.”

“I MIGHT”

He sighs. “Ok fine, i'll ask around and see what I can find out. In the meantime you figure out a plan.”

“Ok, thank you koya.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“BYE KOYA”

You hang up and go to find Jeonghan and Joshua since they plan all of the team's missions. 

“Oh, Y/N perfect. Tell your friend to come here so we can brief her. And what did Namjoon say”

“He said he’ll see what he can do which means yes.”

“Ok, perfect. My plan is to let Yeji seem like she’s betraying you. We can bullshit some reason as to why later, but she can lead his men to the wrong place and we can corner them. Kill, JYP and problem solved.”

“I feel like it’ll be more complicated than this.”

“We can just make it up as we go,” Jeonghan says with a smile.

“Jeonghan, Once I don’t die It's all good.”

You call Yeji. “Look who decides to call me. You know, if I haven't been tracking your phone, I would have thought you were dead.”

“Hello to you too Yeji.”

“Where have you been?”

“I’ve been living with 13 insanely hot men.”

“Girl, what?”

“Just come to this address, make sure you aren't being followed. Bring Lia too.”

“Well Ok”

As the elevator opens Yeji and Lia step out and look around in shock. “Damn these guys are balling,” Lia says.

“I’m assuming you're Yeji and Lia” Joshua, who now has freshly dyed red hair. “I’m Joshua, It’s nice to meet you beautiful ladies.”

“So you're the one Y/N warned us about. Im yeji” 

“Wow, I see she’s been telling tales” he says.

“Well hello Lia '' he says looking at her.

“I’ll leave you two to speak with Y/N” he says and walks to his room.

Chan comes from the gym bathroom, with a towel low on his waist. He stands in front of the pair with red cheeks, shocked to see they arrived so early. 

“And who are you?” Lia says.

“Hi, I’m chan” he says with a dashing smile.

“Hi Chan” Lia says with a blush.

“I’ll go get changed.” he says. 

“Or don’t” she says with a smirk and he shakes his head with a smile and walks away. 

“I call dibs,” she says to Yeji.

Yeji rolls her eyes as you walk downstairs in nothing but an oversized T-shirt. 

“Where are your clothes?” Yeji asks.

“I have on clothes you deadpan.”

“That's definitely not your shirt.”

“It’s mine” Cheol says coming down the stairs.

“So I haven’t heard from her in three weeks because of you?”

“I’m not to blame here, anyways, I’m SeungCheol, nice to meet you”

“I’m Yeji and this is Lia, but she seems more interested in wherever Chan went.”

“What is with Chan suddenly pulling all these girls?” Jeonghan says walking out of the kitchen.

“Up the stairs, third room to the left”

She smiles at you and dashes up the stairs. 

“Ok so why am I here?” Yeji asks.

You and Cheol explain everything that has happened so far, and Joenghan explains his plan in depth.

“Oh wow. JYP wants to kill, you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He just doesn't seem like the type to be vengeful.”

“Well apparently he is.”

“Wait, lets back track. The infamous San returns to the plot and you decide not to tell me?”

“You don’t even know the man,It wouldnt make a difference.”

“Three years of friendship and I’ve never seen a picture of this man.”

“Thats because there are none. Yeji focus on the plan. Call JYP and tell him you need to talk to him.”

“Ok mom” she says and gets up to follow Jeonghan so he can try to track the call.

You and Cheol head back up to his room, hearing giggling coming from Chan’s room. You smile to yourself, He deserves someone like Lia. You and Cheol settle back into bed where you previously laid. You haven’t had sex with him, but you feel connected in a deeper way. He’s the first person to see you as more than a killer besides Yeji and Lia. He asks about your life, your aspirations, what you would want to do besides killing. You feel like you could talk to him for hours.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell me about your childhood?”

“Oh. Rough subject.”

“You don’t have to if you're not comfortable.”

“No, I am, it’s just a lot.”

He leaves space for you to talk which is appreciated. You start from the beginning, your father sending you to become a killer to pay off their debts without a care in the world.  Your mother tried to take you back, but he killed her. He didn’t think someone as weak as her belonged with someone like him. You met San at the training facility. He was the best and you were the worst. Instead of making fun of you he helped you train and you became the best killers in the field.When you were almost done with your training your father brought you back home. Instead of being nice to his daughter who is now a lethal killer, he was the same. He beat on you and called you names relentlessly, knowing the fear you have for him is still embedded in you. One night you had enough. While you were trying to sleep, he came into your room drunk with his belt. Before he could even swing you grabbed him and snapped his neck. You didn't want to waste time torturing him when you were finally ready to move on. You went incognito, only speaking to San and eventually moving in with him when he completed his training.  You two started killing with each other to build a name for yourselves, but eventually you wanted out but he wanted more. There was no resolution so you two split, You’ve been working on the low, here and there but trying to do other things with your life and leave the killing behind.

“What do you want to do instead?”

“I want to open a flower shop. I want to fall in love, get married, have kids, die from old age with the love of my life.”

“Me too” he whispers.

You stare at each other for a while. One second you blink and the next his lips are on yours. The kiss is gentle and innocent but still passionate. The bedroom is full of blushes and giggles, the beginning of a young love blooming.

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The next morning Yeji tells everyone that JYP answered her call and told her to meet him in Los Angeles. 

“Are we all gonna go? What if it's set up?”

At the same time Chan asks, you get a text from Namjoon:

Joonie: He’s staying in the JYP building 40 minutes from your apartment. Minimal security, I’ve got a guy undercover already who says this is his hideout and he won’t be leaving until the end of the month.I’ll give you 40 men, make due. Don’t text me again big head”

Y/N: Thank you joonie. I owe u one.

Joonie: Whatever.

“Damn It, I kinda wanted to go home” Joshua says. 

“I say we head out there tonight, and attack tomorrow night. We should scope out the area first.” Jeonghan says.

“You heard the man, everyone pack a bag.” Cheol says.

“Cheol, I’m gonna call San, he should come with us.” you say.

This puts a pout on his face. “Fine”

You roll your eyes and give him a kiss on the lips making the whole room explode. You walk to Cheols room leaving him to clean up the mess.

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All 15 of you pile into the vans and head to the hotel Cheol rented out for the night. Lia says she’ll watch the house when we all know she’s just too lazy to tag along. You couldn’t stop by your place to get clothes because it was too dangerous and Cheol says he’ll just buy you a new wardrobe anyways. 

The hotel is incredible for being in the middle of nowhere. Cheol made sure the two of you were in a room together and you made sure Seungkwan and Chan were forced to share a bed just to hear them bicker. It's only 9pm but you and Cheol are in bed watching a movie, but neither of you are paying attention. You don’t know if it's the adrenaline about tomorrow, but youre feeling extremely horny. It’s like Cheol can sense it because he offers to give you a massage to “relieve you from your stress”, but you both know where this is going. You lay on the bed in just your bra and panties. He starts with your back, actually massaging out the kinks, and moves to your things. His hands run a bit too close to your core but move down to your calves and then feet. He drags his hands across your whole body to your neck and down to your shoulders. 

“Flip over for me” he whispers in your ear. You flip onto your back and look up at him. He looks so good in the dim yellow light coming from your bedside lamp. “Can I take your bra off?” he asks. You raise your chest and he takes off your bra, eyes zoning in on your chest and he groans. He pours more oil into his hands and massages your chest, gripping your nipples and twisting them. He moves down to your thighs and takes off your panties, running his hands across your thighs. His breathing picks up and he slides his hand over your core. He pushes your legs against your chest and rubs your thighs “accidentally” sliding his fingers across your core and eventually dipping in just to pull them right back out.

“Cheol give me more” you whine.

“Take what I give you baby” he says with a stern face.

“Yes, Daddy” you say and roll your eyes. He pulls you into a sitting position with a grip on your neck.

“Be careful with that word baby.” he says with a growl.

Of course he has a daddy kink you think to yourself as he pulls off his shirt.  You deny that you also have one and Cheol’s energy just makes you want to call him it.

He shoves you back down and hovers over you looking you in your eyes before kissing you. He has one hand holding him up and slides the other one straight into your core feeling no resistance. He begins to move his fingers in and out of you and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You know, Having to see and hear you fuck the other guys killed me. You knew you were mine from the moment we met yet you wanted to play with me. Now it's my turn to play with you.”

He speeds up his  thrust and gathers both of your hands in his free one sitting up on his knees. 

“For everytime you fucked someone else since we met, and everytime they made you cum is how many times I’ll deny you. I want you crying and begging like a bitch in heat. So who did you fuck Y/N?” 

You gulp, knowing you're in for a wild ride. “Only Chan and I technically didn’t fuck Mingyu.”

“Doesn’t matter, he still counts. But baby, is that it?” 

“Yes” you lie trying to save yourself. He gives you a sweet smile and flips you over, spanking you hard.

“Try again”

“It was just them”

He spanks you twice. “Don’t lie to me baby, I hate liars.”

“Cheollll” you whine.

He spanks you three times even harder.

“Y/N, my patience is running thin.”

“I fucked hao” you whimper.

“There you go” he says and rubs your sore ass.

“Do you think you deserve a punishment for lying” he asks in a mocking tone.

“Yes, Daddy” He smiles hearing this and pulls you over his lap. 

“Count to ten.” 

After each spank you're getting wetter but tears are running down your face. He’s so strong each spank feels worse than the last and his hand is so big it covers almost all of your ass. 

Once you get to ten he pulls you to sit in your lap and you bury your face into his neck, whimpering out a sweet “I’m sorry Daddy” making him chuckle.

“You did well, my good girl”

He tells you to slide up the bed and he lays down, pulling your legs so you're sitting on his face. He wastes no time diving in, sticking his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you while massaging your burning ass. You let out a loud moa, certain the other guys heard. Cheol wants you to moan more and moan louder, he wants everyone to know you and they can’t touch you anymore.  He moves to your clit and sucks hard, spelling his name out on it, making you clench around nothing. He holds your hips in a tight grip, so you can’t move. You're so close to the edge and you start begging him to cum.

“Daddy, please let me cum,I’m sorry for fucking them, Please”

He throws you off your face and onto the bed. “This is for Chan.” he says. He pulls your legs open and takes out his cock. He doesn’t bother with a condom, already asking if you were clean a few days ago, and it’s not like he would be against getting you pregnant. He wants to claim you in every way he possibly can, the possessiveness leaking out of him. He thrusts into you all at once making you moan, he pins you down and begins thrusting at an inhuman rate, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. The stolen orgasm is quickly rebuilding and he can feel it. He speeds up until you start clenching and pulls out. You look at him with puppy dog eyes “Cheol please” you say as you start crying.

“You need to learn that you're mine, baby.”

He flips you over onto your knees and pulls your hips up aligning his dick with you and thrusting inside. He’s pounding you into the mattress and you can’t even speak. All you can do is moan and whimper a combination of his name and daddy. You feel like cumming again, but of course he knows and pulls out. Cheol is edging himself too but his pride won't let him break his word. “For your beloved Gyu Gyu” He flips you over and rubs your clit so slowly you feel like fighting back, but you know that will end worse for you. He slows down his pace and you start crying hysterically. You're so close all you need is a little more pressure, and he gives it to you. He rubs faster and faster and right as you're about to tip over his hand is gone. “For Hao” You snap, and sit up only to be pinned down by his hand. “Don’t try me baby, for your own sake I suggest you behave.”

He slides in between your legs and fucks you slowly in missionary. He intertwines your hands and looks into your eyes, giving you slow deep strokes. 

“Say your mine” he pleads.

“I’m yours Cheol” you say looking him in the eye.

“I want you to mean it. I want you to be mine in every sense. I want it to only be me” 

“I promise Cheol, I’m yours”

He kisses you and breaks it to whisper “Cum for me Y/N”

You cum and see stars. You feel like there are oceans flowing through you and there's nothing but white noise in your ears. You open your eyes to catch him mid orgasm, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he moans. You stare at your face and engrave this memory in your mind, cherishing it forever. 

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The next morning you all gather in your room. San must've got in last night and apparently stayed with Chan, because they seem to be getting along well. Yeji already left early to meet with JYP, bringing Jun and Minghao along with her. You all go over the plan and head out to wait for your signal to attack. You're hearing Yeji and JYP’s conversation through a live feed and they just seem to be catching up. “Yeji, speed this up” Jeonghan says into her earpiece. 

“Mr. Park, I’ve heard you're trying to find Y/N and kill her. I want to help you.” 

“Oh?”

“I’ve been waiting for my opportunity to get rid of her for ages. She's too much of a burden and I’ll make better money working with other clients.”

“Hmm. So where is she?”

“She’s hiding out with cheol here.” She gives him the location of one of the guy’s old houses in the forest. 

“Is that so?”

‘Yes” Yeji says wearily.

“So why is she outside, waiting for you to cough into your elbow?”

“What the fuck.” you say in awe. “There's a traitor.” Everyone immediately looks at san who takes great offense to this.

“What the fuck? Guys I don’t need to betray anyone if I wanted to kill you guys you would already be dead.”

“That's fair, Vernon says.”

“Hao, Jun, where are you guys?”

Nothing.

Meanwhile, Yeji begins to yell.

“Get off of me, what the fuck. LIA? What is going on?”

Her earpiece is plucked from her ear and crushed. You all begin to panic knowing there must be guards surrounding you. Hoshi begins to drive like a mad man and bullets fly towards the car. One by one you jump out of the car in an attempt to spread out and lose their trail, hoshi jamming the gas pedal so the car will remain driving and jumping out last. You all run in different directions through the thick forest, being chased by guards. You see Jeonghan trying to fight off two guards at once and you run over to help him, snapping one man’s neck while Joenghan shoots the other. You pull him to his feet and continue running. 

“We need to go get them”

“We need to regroup and form a plan” Joshua says suddenly appearing to your right.

“I’m not leaving them there to die.”

“He won't kill them, they're our leverage.”

“I’m not taking the chance” you say, and run towards the building seeing San, already making his way there. You all somehow meet in the middle of the forest, deciding it’s best to save your guns for the guards on the inside and just distract the ones outside. Apparently Jeonghan thinks of everything and presses a button on his phone that detonates one of the vans,drawing the guards attention,. Namjoons men show up at the perfect time, taking out all the guards on the outside letting you, san, cheol,wonwoo, hoshi, and seungkwan  head inside while the rest stay out and keep watch. You begin to ascend the stairs with your guns out. You, hoshi and cheol got to the right while the others go the the left. It’s suspiciously quiet. You open a door and see Jun and Hao tied up and bloody, most likely beaten for information. Wonwoo quickly unties them and he and hoshi decide to bring them back outside. You and Cheol continue down the hallway hearing muffled yelling, presumably Yeji. You rush through the door without checking your surroundings and feeling the cool barrel of a gun pressed to your head. 

“Lia, I always knew you were a fucking bitch.” you say. 

Cheol didn’t enter the room, presumably trying to keep the element of surprise.

“I’m surprised your little boy toy cheol didn't come with you.”

“Don't talk about him” you grit out.

“Or what?” she says, cocking her gun.

You look at Yeji who already pulled her pocket knife out of her long sleeve. She’s always prepared for these kinds of things. No one thinks the nerdy computer girl would be almost as good of a killer as you. You keep Lia occupied while Yeji slowly cuts through her binds.

“Lia, I’ll actually kill your for breaking Chan’s heart”

“Oh please, he was just an easy fuck”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Y/N you’ve always been too trusting you know. You never thought it was weird I just randomly appeared in your life? I’ve been planning this for a long time; since we were trainees”

“What?”

“You never noticed me, always enticed with San. I wanted San to notice me. I deserved him and you only held him back, trying to make him settle down, stop killing when that's who he is. If he was with me we would be unstoppable.”

“San would never want a two faced cunt like you.”

“SHUT  UP” she yells and presses the gun harder into you. 

“I knew I had to get rid of you. I came running back to dear JYP with a plan. I help him kill Mr.Kim, he gains all his assets and he helps me get rid of you. But, you always manage to avoid death, but I’ve got you now.”

As she goes to pull the trigger, Yeji pounces knocking her to the floor and bashing her head into it. She was never one for clean deaths, so she keeps bashing her head until Lia’s skull cracks. For good measure she shoots her in the head.

“You can never be too safe” she shrugs, looking up to see San and Seungkwan at the doorway staring at her. 

Seungkwan looks deeply disturbed, while san is giving her “Fuck me eyes”.

“This is San?” she asks and looks at you.

“Yea.”

“No wonder he had you wrapped around your finger” she says with a smile and he smirks.

“I’m Yeji, as you probably know”

“San” he says with a nod.

You look at them and smile, they already look half in love, but your smile quickly drops when you realize Cheol is missing. You dart out the room yelling for him but hear nothing. You begin to panic and tears fill your eyes. You should've focused on him more, You shouldn't have left him by himself. You hear muffled yelling down the hall and approach the room. The others are right behind you and you enter first, Instantly shooting the first guard you see and Seungkwan shoots the other two. You look at him with a proud smile, “I knew it” you say and he smiles. You all walk deeper into the room, seeing a small closet with cheol handcuffed to a chair and JYP holding a gun to his head. Your heart stops and you look at Cheol and he knows exactly what youre thinking. He’s not letting you die for him, He doesn;t care if he barely knows you, what he feels for you is incomparable to his feelings for any one else and he’ll be damnedif he loses you.

“Y/N, how nice of you to join us. The tasks is simple. I’ll take you, and they get their Leader back.”

“Ok” you say without hesitation and step forward but Yeji yanks you back.

“How about we get both of them and you fuck off” Yeji says making him aim his gun and shoot at her, completely missing. Seungkwan laughs, making him glare at him.” 

“How about we talk this through?” San says.

What JYP doesn't see is Hoshi climbing through the window behind him like a spider, quietly dropping to his feet.

“Mr. Park, you know I always thought you were a ugly piece of shit, who deserves nothing. I hope your company burns” you say in contempt. He laughs and looks at you. “You know what? Deals off. I know this will hurt you more than I ever can” He pulls the trigger as soon as Hoshi pounces knocking his arm but the bullet still flies straight into Cheol’s chest. Your heart stops as you run to him, ignoring the chaos happening behind you. You pull his head up to see his eyes closed and his black shirt begin to get damp with his blood.You press your hand over the wound and begin to cry. The rage and sorrow you feel is unfathomable as Yeji, presses her hands over the wound with a cloth and you turn to jyp. San has him in a chokehold. You pull out a knife from your harness and look him in the eyes as you carve them out. He screams in agony and you stuff them down his throat, killing him. Behind you, you hear Cheol call for you.  You drop the knife and run to him cradling his face in your hands. He looks at you and speaks, breaking your heart in the process.

“Baby, I don’t want to die. I want a life with you” he says as a tear runs down his cheek. You begin sobbing as Seungkwan and Hoshi lift Cheol and quickly carry him to the vans. As you drive you feel Cheol’s pulse weakening, you feel yourself falling with him’ knowing if anything happens to him, you might as well have died too. “I love you Cheol” you whisper to him, feeling his heart stop beating.

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You look at the tombstone in front of you. You can’t find the words to speak. “I fucking hate you, I trusted you and you do this to me?” you say with nothing but hatred in your heart. 

It's been a year and a half since you killed jyp but it still feels like yesterday. Everyday is a challenge for you, but you keep pushing for Cheol. You know he wouldn’t want you to give up. 

Hao and Jun were fine after a few weeks, the bruises and cracked ribs healing perfeclty. You lay down and look up at the sky.

“Sometimes I miss you, but sometimes I remember you would always lie and say I looked good when I clearly didn’t and I should’ve known from then you were a raging bitch-”

“Baby, we didn't come here for this,” Cheol says with a laugh.

“Your right”

“Anyways, Fuck you Lia, I hope you burn in hell” you say and get up, Cheol pulling you to stand up. He’s still recovering from the bullet, but he’s doing better than ever, except he’s missing a kidney but he’s fine. He throws his hand over your shoulder and begins walking back to the car, seeing Yeji and San making out like teenagers by the car. You both roll your eyes, but you stop when you feel water run down your legs. You both look down at your pregnant belly and back at Cheol. “It’s happening you say to him” and his eyes widened. “HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENIJG” he yells. You waddle back to the car and he helps you in. Yeji and San get in behind you as Cheol speeds to the hospital. Yeji texting in the group chat with the other guys “LITTLE CHEOL IS COMING THIS IS NOT A DRILL”. Text messages flood in as the guys say they're dropping everything and coming to the hospital. Your little boy is already so lucky to have 12 uncles full of love for him. You look at Cheol and feel nothing but happiness. He’s been life's greatest gift to you, and everyday you love him more and more. He was the venom that seeped through your veins and paralyzed you, yet you can’t quite seem to find the will to receive an antidote. 

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 3 - Around London Town (Sun Is In The Sky)

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Set 5 years after Chapter 2, serious relationships are ending. You reunite with Benedict and bond over heartbreak.

Artwork credit: @colettebronte

Warnings: discussion of sex/sexual acts, swearing.

Word count: 3.1k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, we are in various spots around London, hence the title. We also get to meet the Kate and Anthony of this AU. Enjoy! <3

Two years ago (5 years later)

“I saw the email,” she sighs, poking her salad. “He just spent 2000 quid on a new king-sized bed.”

“What do you mean you saw the email?” you frown, taking a bite of your fish as you stare across to St Paul’s dome, looking so beautiful lit up at dusk this late spring evening. Oxo Tower is a regular haunt for you, as it’s right around the corner from Kate’s work.

“I mean… he was working on his laptop in bed next to me and got called away, and a delivery notification from John Lewis popped up, and well, I saw it. He's bought a new bed for them,” her jaw ticks as she swallows hard. “He’s never going to leave her, is he?”

“No, Kate, he's never going to leave her,” you echo for what feels like the millionth time. 

Your sympathy has limits; this woman, your very best friend, is so smart and so blindingly beautiful; you really don't understand why she has spent the last few years allowing herself to be dicked around by this what sounds like colossal asshat of a married man. She claims he's fantastic in bed and treats her like a queen, but as you've never even met him in the three years she's been seeing him, you can't form an opinion beyond the rose-tinted snippets she shares.

“I know you're right, I know,” she shakes her head a little and reaches for her G&T, downing it with remarkable alacrity. “How's Doctor Tom?” she wiggles her eyebrows comedically, obviously wanting a change of direction.

“Fine,” you offer warily, “at least, I hear he's fine.” You take a deep breath “… we broke up,” you explain as her brow knits.

“What? When? Why didn't you tell me?” she cries.

“I am telling you now. Last week. It just wasn't something I wanted to discuss on WhatsApp y'know,” you shrug, reaching for your wine and taking a fortifying large gulp. You knew you would have to tell your best friend sometime, apparently that ‘sometime’ is today.

“What happened?”

“We’ve been growing apart for a while, to be honest,” you confess, feeling like a burden is lifted just from voicing it. “It was all very grown up. We had a heart-to-heart; I said what I wanted, he said what he wanted, and we agreed it was very different, so he left.”

“My god, you make it sound so simple! And almost businesslike, mechanical. Fucking hell, are you not broken up about it at all?” she raises her perfectly shaped eyebrows, this time in surprise.

“I've had a few days, and you know, I'm alright about it. I'm over it, to be honest. It's better we did this now than after we had gone through with the marriage,” you point out, starting at your now bare ring finger with a short pang of loss. It really was a beautiful ring.

“Well, good point, divorces are expensive and a bloody nightmare, but still…. Five years y/n. That's a long time to be with someone, and you are so matter-of-fact about it!”

“Not all of us are drama queens, Kate,” you jest gently and chuckle as she pulls a face.

“So you want me to set you up? There's that guy at my work, remember?” she singsongs, her brown eyes shining with mischief. “You guys would be perfect; I just know it!”

“Urghh, who?” you will admit to some intrigue.

“Freidrich Hohenzollern, you don't mind the blonds,” she winks.

“Kate! German Freddy?! You set me up with him six years ago!” you roll your eyes. “He threw up your deathly strong margaritas all over my pretty summer shoes,” you bemoan, recalling how it capped off a truly awful barbecue in her back garden. As it turns out, it was only a few weeks before you met Dr Tom. “Besides, I'm not ready to meet anyone yet; it's only been a few bloody days.”

“I thought you said you were over it?” she teases.

“I am, but I’m in mourning about being single again. I don't need anything right now, except maybe a rebound fuck, and I don't want that to be anyone remotely close to our friendship pool, you know? Much better to get with some rando I never have to cross paths with again.”

“Fair enough,” she shrugs but then waves her fork at you. “Just don't leave it too long before you get serious again.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” you laugh.

“I mean, if you stay on the shelf too long, some other bitch is going to snap up your man, and you’ll have to get cats and live alone, a bitter spinster until you die one of those mystery early deaths from unused vagina in about ten years. You’ll even make the news; cos, y’know, the cats, they’ll eat your face after you die. All alone.”

“Thanks, Kate.” you deadpan at that fantastically supportive vision of your future. “Also, so glad to know you are visiting me in my ancient forties, like the wonderful friend you are,” you roll your eyes.

“Bitch please, imma be busy being impregnated for the fifth time by my beautiful husband, James Norton,” she breezes with a huge grin.

“You’ll have to leave the fucking married idiot who doesn't deserve you first,” you point out, perhaps a little uncharitably.

“Touche,” she fires over her water glass. “He’s never going to leave her, is he?” she adds wistfully.

You reach over the table and touch her hand gently. “No darling, he is never going to leave his wife.” 

“I know, I know, FUCK, I know…” she sighs dramatically, “Well… this calls for MORE DRINKS!” she states decidedly, banging her beautifully manicured fist on the table.

That, at least, you can fully support.

—

“What happened?” Anthony Bridgerton asks, taking a sip of his beer, his eye on his beloved team on the pitch below as they take a slight hammering at home in Twickenham.

“It's over. I'm moving home,” Benedict sighs, scratching his beard and glancing around the grandstand. “You've still got that spare room, right? Just until I get everything sorted, my stuff shipped back,” he adds, not wanting to be a burden at this age.

“Yeah, it's yours, as long as you need it,” Anthony nods, the older brother instinct kicking in without thought. “Are you sure this isn't something you can work out? Moving back to London seems rash.”

“Not a chance,” Benedict responds morosely, staring at his beer as a fly lands in it and starts swimming—seems like an apt metaphor for the shitshow being thirty-five has become for him. “I offered everything,” he shrugs miserably, “to go for counselling, sleep in the spare room; she's not interested. I knew something was up when some of her shit started disappearing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d come home, and her wardrobe looked half empty, you know, more than just laundry piling up, whole sections missing. Then her art and supplies started to dwindle, and she wasn't replacing them, but she was coming home still covered in paint. I figured maybe she had rented a separate studio space. So I confronted her; asked her what was happening: ‘Que se passe-t-il ici, tessa?’ you know. And she was all ‘de rein’ and ‘c’est tous dans ta tête’ it’s all in my head,” he translates, “and the whole time, I knew I wasn't being paranoid. So one day, I followed her...”

“You did what?”

“Yes, I know, I’m not proud of it,” he admits, “but I went to the coffee shop across the road and followed her. She had a big suitcase, lugging more of her stuff, I guess. So she went straight to a flat in the tenth arrondissement. Her ‘friend’ Clarissa. Yeah, they are definitely not just friends.”

“How do you know?” Anthony checks, sucking in air between his teeth as a Harlequins player hits the grass hard after a vicious tackle

“I watched them fuck on the balcony,” Benedict monotones, “sat in a little cafe opposite and watched my wife screaming her fucking head off as her ‘friend’ went down on her.”

“Ouch.” 

“Exactly. She hasn't let me do that in months; claims she’s lost the enjoyment of it. That isn't fucking true, obviously.” He fishes out the fly and downs the rest of his watery beer, placing the plastic cup on the ground and letting his head fall into his hands. “I mean, we haven't had sex in a year, but I thought it's just a rough patch, you know? We could get through it. Until a couple of months ago, she was at least letting me eat her out, and on occasion, when she got drunk, come to think of it, she might even give me a handjob once in a while. So I was dealing with it, thinking it's a blip, we can get through it. But… uggghhhh…. I knew it, you know? This whole time I knew she would kick the shit out of me one day. I just didn't think it would be this far into marriage. Five fucking years Anthony….”

He looks so utterly unmoored that Anthony turns to him and places a comforting arm around his brother. “Listen, infidelity isn't the reason marriages break up; it's just a symptom that something else is wrong.”

“Yeah, well, that symptom is eating my wife’s pussy,” Benedict grouses loudly, uncaring that a whole bunch of people in the vicinity twist around in their stadium seats and stare at him.

Just fucking great. 

—

“Ooh, what about this one?” Kate bounds over, holding some utterly dreadful-looking period romance novel.

“Regency? Sex? Kate, please, I’m not that desperate yet,” you say witheringly, staring over your reading glasses at her.

“You’re newly single. This shit might teach you a few things,” she hums unapologetically, waggling the book at you.

“Please, as if I need some American woman telling me how to fuck a handsome Englishman from 200 years ago,” you roll your eyes and take the book from her.

“Speaking of handsome,” Kate sidles up closer, “someone is staring at you in foreign languages.”

You peel off your glasses and look over to see a face you would never forget lurking by a bookshelf. And it’s a jolt to your being. He’s got to be in his mid-thirties by now and sports a somewhat scraggly but short beard. Damn, he’s still so handsome, your mind screams.

“I know him. You’d like him; he’s married,” you needle sarcastically.

“I don’t see a ring,” Kate counters quietly, “when was the last time you saw him?”

“God, maybe five years ago? And he was moving to Paris. To get married,” you explain as you politely raise a hand to wave and nod.

“So that’s a long time ago,” she stage whispers, “maybe he’s not anymore,” she hints.

“Please, he’s so obnoxious,” you dismiss, even as your heart thumps a little harder as he approaches. “Plus, he never remembers me….”

“Y/n y/l/n,” he says warmly as he pulls up nearby.

Wow, okay, wrong on that count.

“Ben! Ben Bridgerton. Hi!” you breeze, feigning nonchalance and quickly dropping the crappy romance book Kate gave you. 

“This is…” you turn around, and Kate is gone, waving next to the Hatchards sign and heading out the door. “Well, that was my friend Kate…. How are you? How’s married life?”

“Ahh, not good,” he winces, and you feel awkward as his face goes crestfallen. “I’m getting divorced.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really am,” you frown, the sting of your breakup lessened somehow.

“How’s Doctor Dorset?” he perks up.

“Oh, I hear he’s fine. We uhh just broke up. Last month,” you nod, and you exchange glances that are so meaningful. 

He looks so much wiser, mellow. And it’s not just the beard. Like the cocksureness and swagger have been knocked out of him. He’s learned some hard lessons about life, living but hurting. Something in your heart reaches out to him.

“Coffee and a catch-up?” you offer casually.

“Actually, I’m starving,” he admits, “how about lunch instead?”

You glance at your phone, and there’s a trademark subtle WhatsApp message from Kate.

Ride that fine thing to Rebound City. 

I expect all the deets tmrw.

Woof.

“Urghh, sure, looks like I’m free,” you answer, quickly swiping left to clear the screen.

——

You are sitting on the sunny rooftop terrace at Ham Yard sharing break-up stories. Although it’s selfish to admit it, somehow, his melancholy makes you feel better about yourself. That you are more together than you thought. And even more certain you made the right choice not to get married.

“We used to say how life was great because we didn’t have kids,” you explain, pushing your salad around the plate. “How everyone we knew stopped having sex if they had kids. How we could fuck against the window or on the kitchen table, and no one would walk in on us. And I believed him when he said he didn’t want kids. But then…” you trail off.

“He changed his mind?” Ben intuits; his emotional intelligence momentarily takes you aback.

“He went to stay with his sister for a week to celebrate some family thing; I had to cover an event, so I couldn’t go. Anyway, she has three kids. And he came back different; kept saying maybe kids aren’t so bad. Even after his brother-in-law admitted they no longer had sex cos childcare was so exhausting, mind,” you gesture with your hands. “And he just started to drop hints about how we aren’t getting any younger - I'm only thirty-fucking-one - and how kids ensure a legacy….” you stab a piece of cucumber. “That’s when I snapped, and I just said. Listen, I don’t want kids, and if you do, maybe we need to rethink this engagement, cos I’m not going to change my mind. And he looks at me horrified. As if it doesn’t compute that a woman would never want children. ‘I thought that was just a thing to establish your career, then you’d take a break and have kids. My income more than provides’,”

Benedict huffs a gentle laugh at your deliberately lousy impression.

“And I said back, ‘I love my job, I don’t want to give it up and certainly not to have kids’. And he replied, ‘Well, I want a wife who will give me kids’. And I said, ‘Well, that’s not me’. And then he left.” 

Your harsh but accurate summary of that shitty afternoon somehow feels lighter now you’ve shared details. You don’t want to dwell on how odd it is that you’ve given him, a man you’ve seen twice in ten years, more than you shared with your best friend. 

“And the thing is, we never did fuck spontaneously like that anyway,” you sigh, sipping your coffee.

“Not on the kitchen table?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Not once. Not even against the window. He doesn’t like doing it standing up,” you shrug.

“That’s a shame. It’s fun,” Benedict opines, but it’s not like in the past when he would’ve used it as a blatant flirtation; it’s more like he’s simply agreeing with an empiric truth.

“Agreed,” you nod and fall silent as you can tell he’s gearing up to talk more.

“I knew Tessa was bisexual when we got together,” he sighs, elaborating on his breakup story. “To be honest, I think that’s what made her so damn sexy at first, the stupid caveman idea she’d be into threesomes,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly at the naivety of his younger self. “I just didn’t think she would do the almost cliched thing and cheat on me with a woman.”

“Doesn’t it hurt less? That it’s not another dick that led her astray?” you frown.

He huffs a laugh. “Never thought of it like that. But it’s more the helplessness of it. That’s the one thing I can’t be, a woman. And that’s what she wants.” he twists his mouth into a thoughtful pout before continuing. “She moved in with her. But she didn’t tell me. Didn’t have the guts. She just kept moving her stuff out slowly. I’d prefer she was honest and told me, but she played mind games. Tried to gaslight me into thinking it was all in my head.”

You drop your fork and decide to inject some humour, knowing the sign that he’s getting too maudlin. “Hold the bloody phone. Did Benedict Bridgerton just use the word gaslight?” you tease. “Bloody hell, we have gotten old.”

He looks up and meets your eye, an appreciative glint in the down-sloped corners as he chuckles in agreement. The look lingers for a beat longer than it should, and all you can think is the slight crinkles around his eyes lend him a more mature beauty, somehow more deadly than the pretty, fresh-faced idiot you shared a car ride with ten years ago. Benedict Bridgerton with heartbreak is a beautiful sight, perverse as it may be to think it.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” you offer conciliatory, reaching out to touch the back of his hand. His skin is soft; you can feel his pulse in the prominent vein under your fingertip, and something in you runs warm.

“You know, the first time we met, I really didn't like you,” he confesses as you withdraw your touch, “you were so uptight about the world; you’re much mellower now.”

“Way to wrap a compliment in an insult,” you pull a face, and he laughs. “You were just utterly nonplussed that someone might not want to fuck you—-that's why you didn't like me,” you add, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

“What's the apology deadline for being a young idiot?” he winces and shoots you an adorably contrite expression.

“Hmmm, ten years,” you volley back, unable to stop your grin.

“Oooh, well, it's mid-May, and that was late May, so I am juuuuust in time,” he jests, and you feel a warmth inside your ribs as you smile at each other.

After eating, you find yourselves wandering together, crossing under the mature trees of Golden Square.

“Are we becoming friends? For real this time?” An ironic smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I mean, I forgive you for not ever texting me after I gave you my number all those years ago,” he teases, and you blush.

“We might be,” your tone playful.

“Huh, a woman friend,” his brow knitting, “that’s novel.”

You laugh, and again your eyes meet.

“You know you may be the first attractive single woman I don’t want to fuck…” he confesses.

Something in you feels conflicted. Pleased he has matured enough to be that way, flattered he feels willing to admit it to you as a friend, and the part you don’t want to think about too much, the tinge of sadness that fact gives you.

“That’s wonderful, Ben,” you reply as he loops your arm and keeps strolling.

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[babygirl097]

Sai

Bayverse!Raph x reader

Shredders first attack on New York. No one knew who took him down, but what happens when a local photographer was able to snap a picture before the true hero's were able to make it into the sewer.

Part 1 of 4

ALL PARTS ON MY PAGE

Hectic. If thats even the word to describe it. Debre everywhere, people running ,screaming, crowding this man who fell from the piller wedged between two skyscrapers. Not me, he wasn't the only thing falling from the sky.

Being a photographer, I always carried my camera. And being that I was the only one paying attention to what else was happening, I quickly lifted and clicked the button. Looking down at the photo I took.

4 figures. Huge. Green? Double checking the photo. As the crowd grew around me I quickly shut my camera off and headed back to my apartment. So much for a stroll out.

Heading inside and grabbing my laptop, I plug my camera into the port. Pulling up the recent photo. Exciting it and making it larger, there they were.

What are they? They had shells like turtles but, they had weapons attached to them. They were massive, clearly reaching over 6 feet tall.

Fascination and curiosity took over. Who are they? What are they?

*Two years later*

That picture hadn't left my mind. 2 years later its still there. Having no clues or getting any closer to the answers I crave. How is there no sightings or news about them? Everytime I feel myself needing to ask someone I cant bring myself to do it.

They clearly didn't want to be seen, plus who will believe me?

Well, I did let it slip to one person. My annoying roommate Casey, my cousin. And as I expected, he didn't believe me. Not that I care, I know what I saw.

Sitting in the living room, staring at the picture again, Casey walks in. "Really again?" He asked

"I cant help myself. I know their real, how else would I have got this?" I said lifting my device.

"Who knows, those cheap cameras bug all the time" he mumbled fixing his shirt

Rolling my eyes, "where are you headed to?" I asked

He sighed, "you remember the attack two years ago? Well that low life shredder is being moved today to a now facility. And guess who's transferring him?" He replies

"Hopefully not you" I jab with a smile

"Oh shut up" he laughs

"But seriously be safe okay? Rent is expensive and I don't want to pay it myself or God forbid find a new roomie" I said

"Ha ha, very funny" he replied sarcastically

30 minutes later he walk out bidding a goodbye.

Having a deep feeling in my gut I head to take a bath, its getting late might as well get ready for bed.

Sighing, looking at the picture. "Please be real" I whisper.

After my bath the feeling slightly went away. As I laid down staring at my plain ceiling, the thoughts keep running through my head. If shredder is being moved, those figures have to be keeping track right? Guessing they were fighting him. There is no way that scrawny Vern guy did it himself.

But, what if? What if they were working for him, being that they left so fast? Sighing, I guess I'm not going to get much sleep. Question after question kept coming.

Rolling over looking at my clock, I've been stressing over my thoughts for two hours. Groaning I get out of bed and head to the kitchen for some water.

Just as I make it to the kitchen, Casey came slamming through he door, "Shit Casey!" I yelled

"Damit!!" He yelled back

"What's your damage dude?" I asked placing my hand over my racing heart

"You remember shredder? Yeah well those foot people broke him out and he just, he just disappeared! Then out of no where this trash tuck pulls up trying to stop them, throwing man hole covers and it had these huge numb chucks! I tried to explain but you know what I got?! Fired!" He rushes

"A trash truck?" I asked

"Seriously? That's all you got from that?" He groaned

"No, I just-" I started

"You don't believe me do you?" He asked

"Yes, I do its just this sounds-" I started again

"Crazy, I know I know" he sighed

He walkes over to the couch, plopping down.

Sighing, I walk over and sit with him

"Look, I'm sorry you lost your job. Maybe we can figure something out" I suggested

"No, there were two other prisoners on that bus. I'm going to hunt them down and bring them to justice." He said

"Okay Mr. Detective. How do you plan on doing that?" I asked

"Their low life's, not one single braincell between them both. I'll figure it out." He replied

Hmm maybe just maybe I might be right. If that trash truck was there to stop shredder, could it be who I think it is?

"I'm going to head to bed, goodnight" I reply getting up.

Bidding his goodnight, I head to my room. Numb chucks, I know the orange one had those on him. Man hole covers, they went into the sewer after the attack.

Pulling up the picture one more time, " I might be onto you" I mumble

[markjelol1112]

Valentines marriage A Winter X Karina ( winrina ) story 18+ P3

After that Daniël put his stick in Killian his stomach Killian got hurted for 3 weeks

Winter was crying because Daniël was running after Killian and Mark and Thomas try to stop him Giselle is concerning Winter

Winter please don't cry NINGNING WE HAVE A PROBLEM." Giselle said again

Karina will you take care of jasmine I have work to do." Ningning said again

Okay Ningning." Karina said again

Winter everything is going be alright." Ningning said again

It's all my fault I should listen to Killian now he is getting trouble with my parents if they find out." Winter said again

It's not your or his fault I'm going to take the blame on me Winter." Ningning said again

Really." Winter said again

Yes you are my best friend and friends helping each other." Ningning said again

Thank you Ningning." Winter said again

Ah it's nothing." Ningning said again

After that Killian got hurted by Daniël his stomach hurts for at least 3 weeks

So that's what you get for breaking the rules Killian." Daniël said again

Ouch why." Killian said again while laying on the ground in pain

I warned you for this Now get inside and tell Karina what you have done." Daniël said again

Daniël enough okay it's not the time now and now I need to go to the doctor for some research on him." Mark said again

As Mark and Killian go to the doctor Daniël and Thomas came back inside Giselle Ningning and Winter looked worried where Killian is

Daniël where is Killian." Giselle said again

Killian is with Mark to the doctor for some research and I think it's the father test to seeing that his you know sp*rm I a match to Winter if the time is there Mark or Killian or you Winter will tell Karina everything because she more worried then we do now." Daniël said again

As he got a message from Mark that Killian will be the father of the child that is in Winter her stomach

UNBELIEVABLE NO F*CKING WAY NO WAY NO F*CKING WAY." Daniël yelled again as he hides his phone as Karina and Jasmine heard Daniël yelling

Daniël whet the f*ck you yelling at." Karina said again

Is there something with Mark." Jasmine said again

Not Mark but we as Mark or Killian or Winter will explain that when they are ready to explain you what the situation is okay." Daniël said again

As Mark and Killian came back

Hi baby why is everyone looking at me and Killian." Mark said again

I don't get this Mark when you gonna tell me what happened to Winter." Karina said again

I will explain soon when I'm done writing my story." Mark said again

Oooh what kinda story is it." Karina said again

It's a story based of a man and a woman who recently broke up but still has feelings for each other but I don't know if this story is related to what happened I get my laptop for a bit." Mark said again

As he read his book he couldn't believe it that this part of the story is coming reality oh my f*cking god this is amazing this will the people like when I'm done with writing this book it will be amazing." Mark said again

6 months later

Mark is still writing his book but got stuck for a ending part his book is 390 pages he need just 10 pages to have 400 to finish the story as Winter came is to tell Mark great news

Mark I have great news." Winter said again

What is it Winter." Mark said again

I will give you this and you will know." Winter said again

And Mark opened the present from Winter and pink smoke came out

No way Winter don't tell me." Mark said again

It will be a baby girl I'm so happy." Winter said again

Well congratulations then Winter." Mark said again

I hope the Winter Jr will be here as soon as possible." Winter said again

Wait Winter Jr." Mark said again

That will be her name Winter Jr Mark I dreamed of this before that I broke up with Killian 2 years ago." Winter said again

Yeah I'm sure she will be happy sadly enough you know what day it is." Mark said again

It's just a normal day or did we forget something." Winter said again

Today me you and Killian must tell Karina what the situation is 6 months ago between you being pregnant from Killian and acting like nothing happened." Mark said again

As Killian came is to tell Winter and Mark that it is time because the parents of Winter are on the television screen and Killian is really stressed for this

Mark Winter it's time." Killian said again

Okay we are coming." Mark said again

Mark I'm scared the parents of Winter saw me sweating a while ago." Killian said

It's gonna be okay trust me." Mark said again

As they come to the living room the father as the mother of Winter where in shock to see their daughter being pregnant

What the Winter how long are you pregnant." The father of Winter said again

Wait what Winter you didn't told me that your are pregnant." Karina said again

Karina was in shock

Mother father why I'm now for 6 months pregnant it's because of a." Winter said again

As her father interrupted her

A dream you had after you broke up with Killian 2 years ago look Winter I'm not mad at him because Mark called me yesterday morning and he explained everything first I didn't believe it but if he told me that you are pregnant I believed it it's still a dream that you wanna fulfil its your dream just fulfil your dream." The father of Winter said again

Thanks daddy but I'm scared what it means for me and Karina and our wedding is soon." Winter said again

I can't believe this why you didn't told me this Winter you you make Killian very happy now." Karina said again

Karina wait where you going." Giselle said again

And Karina ran away

I will go she can only listen to me I'm be right back." Mark said again

As he ran after Karina Winter started crying again

Oh no Winter come here everything will be okay." Ningning said again

Meanwhile Mark is still looking for Karina but didn't find her he tried to call her but no answer on her phone either

Karina where are you." Mark said again

As he saw Karina walking on train tracks Mark runs fast as he can he managed to jump over the closing railroad and jumped to Karina and both were still alive as the train has passed by

Mark you saved me." Karina said again

Well thank you are you crazy or something jumping in front of a train that almost got us both killed what's wrong with you Karina what is your problem with Winter being pregnant of Killian and." Mark said again

And Karina kissed him on his lips

That's for saving me." Karina said again

And Mark was blushing when they returned home everyone was worried of Mark and Karina Daniël saw Mark his face and he doesn't like that face

Mark what have you done I know that face of yours." Daniël said again

Daniël can I talk to you privately then I will explain it okay." Mark said again

Sure what's the problem buddy." Daniël said again

You don't even wanna believe this but I think who the boy who saved Karina from running over by a train in her dream is." Mark said again

Wait a minute Thomas need to know this THOMAS COME OVER HERE NOW." Daniël said again

What's the problem." Thomas said again

Mark has finding out who saved Karina from running over by a train in Karina her dream she had yesterday." Daniël said again

Ooooh story telling tell me who it is." Thomas said again

Uhm Thomas Daniël I'm the boy in her dreams." Mark said again

And both where laughing

Really you Mark I think it isn't you." Daniël said again

WELL WHAT THE FACT THAT I SAVED KARINA FROM RUNNING OVER BY A TRAIN YOU F*CKING IDIOT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT SHE GIVE ME A KISS ON MY LIPS FOR F*CK SAKE." Mark yelled again

What are they talking about." Ningning said again

Probably about private stuff and etcetera." Giselle said again

Uhm Karina what's that all of the sudden." Ningning said again

Nothing Ningning." Karina said again

WAIT WHAT SO THIS MEANS THAT MARK IS KARINA HER DREAM BOY THIS MUST KILLIAN KNOW ABOUT IT." Thomas yelled again

And Mark knocked him down

Why did you do that." Daniël said again

Because if he told Killian about that where jasmine is near I got in seriously trouble I don't wanna lose jasmine she is everything I have in my entire life." Mark said again

As Thomas woke up and run to Killian to tell him

EVERYONE I FIND IT OUT." Thomas yelled again

What did you find out Thomas." Killian said again

I can't remember it because Mark knocked me down." Thomas said again

Mark why." Ningning said again

Because he will say something what jasmine won't like to hear." Mark said again

Speaking of jasmine where is she." Killian said again

As she came from the toilet

So what did I missed." Jasmine said again

Hi baby nothing Thomas was just telling us who his Dream character is." Mark said again

I KNOW WHO KARINA HER DREAM BOY IS." Thomas yelled again

And Daniël started panicking and knocked Thomas down with a frying pan

DANIËL WHAT THE F*CK." Ningning yelled again

Sorry Ningning I was panicking." Daniël said again

The end P3

[cryptile]

Can you guys believe that ive chewed through 3 AC adapters for my fucking laptop and each one of them broke and i just got a new one like last month and it just fucking melted 2 days ago. It melted. Ok my fault because i put it in a warm place because i forgot about it while gaming but ac adapters shouldnt DO THAT MAN

LIKE??? 4 CHARGERS IN LIKE LESS THAN 3 YEARS

WHAT!!!

im so angry i dont have money for this i really don't

[shewritesinblackink]

The missing hunter - a supernatural fanfic

reposting this because i originally posted it on my main "private" blog but since i started writing more and posting more i thought why not make a blog just for that :) this fanfic takes place in the early years of the show since i’m only on season 10. I really like the vibe of the three/four first seasons. That’s also why Sam can’t crack the security camera– they haven't learned that yet :)

here's the AO3 link because i like posting there too, and i get more feedback thanks to the tags there!

part 2

words count: 2k

tw: blood, swearing, mention of a gun

part 1 - the missing member

“I don’t know what to say, Bobby,” Dean declared to the man at the other end of the phone.

The brothers were in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. Bobby had sent them there to find someone dear to him that disappeared a few days ago. But so far, they had no lead.

“Her stuff is still in the room, uh?”

Dean turned around from the parking lot to take another look at the small place. “Yeah, still here.”

There was silence and then Bobby’s voice broke through the phone’s speaker.

“That’s not like her. She might be in some kind of trouble.”

A frown appeared on Dean’s face. He'd never heard Bobby sound so helpless. That person, that woman whoever she was, must be someone precious to him.

“What do you want us to do?”

Sam was seated on the single large bed in the room, his laptop on his knees, fidgeting with the keyboard.

“I’ll give you her number. Maybe she’ll answer if it’s not me.” The pain in those last words made Dean sad. Who was she for Bobby to care so much and act like this?

Dean hung up, closed the door and walked toward Sam.

“What’d he say?”

“To try to call her.”

The look on Dean and Sam’s face said it all. They were aware the worst could have happened. Dean dialed the number and waited a few seconds before a ringtone was heard in the room. The two of them released a small sigh, stood up and searched for the device. The eldest found it under the bed, the battery almost dead and the screen cracked in half. He held it up for Sammy to see, and they both exchanged a look. Something bad definitely happened here.

They decided to go back to town and retrace every last step of the missing person. It led them to a bar on the avenue. A row of motorcycles were parked in front of the establishment, and the facade was all dark wood which added to the pouring rain and gloomy atmosphere. Everything in this town is dark and creepy, Dean thought.

They entered and were welcomed by suspicious glares from guys all around the place. Some were seated at tables drinking beer , others were playing billiards but stopped the moment the brothers appeared. The bartender shot them a look of annoyance. Clearly the people here didn't like strangers.

Nonetheless, Sam cleared his throat and asked, "Um, hi. We're looking for a young woman.”

"So am I." said a voice somewhere and the other men laughed.

Dean felt exasperated by their behavior and wanted only one thing at the moment: to get the hell out of there. So he talked, a bit too abruptly maybe. "Young, brown hair, pale skin, and approximately this size," he measured by holding up a hand. Truly he didn't know the woman, but Bobby gave them a description since he had no recent pictures of her.

The bartender snorted noisily and kept swiping off drops of water on the beer mugs in his hands.

"Depends what I get for helping you?"

There was no cooperation, and the Winchesters started to lose patience.

"Listen, buddy, it's a life or death situation here. She might be in danger, we need to find her." Dean's voice was low and raw, he could barely control himself not to punch the man in the face.

He slightly opened his brown leather jacket with the hand holding a shiny silver gun. The barman repressed an insult and took a quick look around.

“Look, if i were you, i wouldn’t show this to anyone here.” “Question of life and death.” he added pointedly to mock the brothers.

His sarcastic tone did not escape Dean, whose gaze became sharper, harder. Finally the man behind the bar started saying something interesting.

“There aren’t a lot of women comin’ in here, so yeah i remember some chick comin’ in. She sat at the bar and drank a scotch.”

Sam leaned forward, “Anything else?”. The  man grunted but continued. “There was something weird about her, like she was on edge. She was constantly looking behind her shoulder.” He put the glass behind the bar and leaned on the counter, then added “I mean maybe she didn’t feel safe here since she was the only woman.”

“Did something happen? Did she leave with someone?” Dean pressed, raising his eyebrows.

The barman seemed to think for a moment. “Yup, I think I remember her leaving with some guys.”

“Anything weird or unusual about the guy?”

“He was grabbing her by the arm. Not in a gentle way, you know. It seemed she wasn't willing to go with them.”

“And you didn’t call the police or stop them?” asked Sam almost with a shocked tone.

“Why would I?”

Dean's patience was more than thin now. If he stayed one more minute he would definitely shoot the man right here, right now. “Alright, enough. let’s go Sammy.”

“Wait,” Sam said, “which direction did they take?” The barman didn’t even bother speaking, and just pointed the way with his head.

And so they strode out of the bar toward the Impala, in the light rain that hadn’t stopped since their arrival. “Oh I swear this rain is making me crazy. Everything about this town is weird, man.” Dean muttered, his hands on the wheel, driving the car out of the parking back on the road. Since there was nothing for miles in the direction the man had indicated, they decided to go back to the motel room and wait in the car in case she showed up.

Sammy also tried to take a look at the security camera, but his skills with a laptop weren’t that sophisticated.  He couldn’t break into the town website to access the cameras. So they waited. Dean eventually went out to fetch dinner, and they waited for hours.

Finally, when they were both struggling to keep their eyes open, a silhouette appeared. In the dark night it was impossible to guess who it was, but the stranger stopped at the door of the room they were watching, and after a moment struggling with the key, the shadowy silhouette disappeared inside the room. The Winchesters didn’t waste a second and got out of the car toward the room’s door as if they weren’t about to fall asleep a second ago.

It wasn’t locked from the inside, so they pushed it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible because who knows who was- or what was, that silhouette.

The boys entered the small room slowly, guns in hands. The lights were on but the place was empty. A noise came out from the bathroom followed by a grunt. At the very moment the brothers appeared at the bathroom’s door, the silhouette turned around and held a gun at them.

“Drop the gun! Now!”

“Who are you?”

“You, who are you?”

The three of them pointing guns at each other and yelling in confusion would’ve been a funny image if the tension was not that palpable and if the stranger was in a less miserable state.

“You’re two against one, that’s not really fair.” The voice was calm and steady but felt a bit out of breath. Indeed, the silhouette was soaked in blood, her clothes dirty with mud and rain. Her hair was a mess, clearly she hadn’t had access to any commodities for a few days.

“Wait,” said Sam, “are you y/n?”

Suspicious, the woman kept the boys at gunpoint, clutching her weapon like a lifeline. “How would you know?” she asked, her brows furrowed and her chest heavy with short breaths.

“Dean, I think it’s her.” And with that assumption they both lowered their guns. “Bobby sent us looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” she asked, as if she hadn’t understood Sam’s sentence in the first place and needed confirmation of what she heard. But all of a sudden the world started to spin and she wasn’t steady on her feet anymore. She stumbled back against the sink and let her arm fall down by her side, the gun pointed toward the ground. She placed the back of a bloodied hand against her forehead and closed her eyes tight, trying to make the room stop spinning and the white stars popping in her visions disappear.

“Hey, you alright?” Dean knew it was a stupid question considering how dirty and tired she seemed, so he added, “you hurt?”

And all y/n was capable of doing at this very moment was to stare at the two boys in front of her, her memory working like a DVD on fast forward. She couldn’t stop. Maybe didn’t want to, because her brain brought back memories she thought were long forgotten. She doubted they even remembered her at all, and at that thought her heart skipped a beat.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” Dean pressed sarcastically, like he was talking to some stupid teenager.

Getting back her senses, y/n cleared her throat and articulated a week “yeah” that sounded more like an exhausted plea. The brothers didn’t seem to buy it either, judging by the concerned look they both shot at her.

“Seriously, I'm fine. Just.. tired.”

“Where the hell were you to make Bobby worry-sick?”

What? Dawn almost choked on her own saliva. Bobby being so worried he’d send John’s boys after her? Why would he do such a thing when she’s already proved numerous times she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself? And suddenly emotions flooded in her. Not good emotions. “Why are you here? I’m a grown up, I can watch out for myself. I’ve been hunting my whole life y’know.” The words came out more harshly than she’s intended to. She stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into the boys, barely suppressing a wince because of her bruises.

In her backpack was a first aid kit. She took it and sat on the bed while taking off her dirty sweatshirt. But by the time she was opening the kit to fetch out something useful, Dean snatched it off her hands. “Hey! We’re talking to you here! We drove hours to come here because Bobby asked us to! Because he was worried you’d get yourself into trouble, and that’s how you’re thanking us?”

Dean was pissed. Sam though didn’t say a thing but gave his brother’s arm a slight hit. “Dude, c’mon. Look at her.” That’s what Dean did, he took in the messy states she was in. Blood on her left temple, trailing down her chin and neck, the right cheek looking slightly bruised. Cuts all over her arms and dirt on her hands and under her nails, even on her face. She seemed like someone who had just spent hours in filthy air ducts. Or in the forest running after something– or running for her life maybe.

No one said a word for what seemed to be an eternity, then y/n stood up slowly and walked back to the bathroom to try to wash out her hands, arms and face. She winced every time she touched a cut or a bruise but did not let it show. She was facing John’s boys, and she knew by experience that there were nothing that could make them flinch. So she did what she always forced herself to do since she met them when they were only kids. She clenched her jaw, and kept her composure as neutral as she could– but she was so tired, the dark circles under her eyes said it all.

[agirlisaglock]

Ex-boyfriend rant (12/12/23)

I used to have a boyfriend but he broke up with me officially 2 days ago and maybe that's why I'm doing this stupid ass tumblr journaling. My ex was a good person at first, but the drugs and alcohol he does really changed him and the way he thinks. He became really abusive and toxic pretty fast but I stayed with him, because when he was sober he was good to me, except that he really did isolate me from my friends and stuff, and he had a lot of double standards with me. He broke up with me once before and tried coming back but I didn't let him come back at first but I ended up going back to him. I used to be friends with this one guy but I lost my virginity to him a while before I met my ex and my ex kept thinking I was lying ab having sex with him again (I didn't!). Yet he had sex with 2 other girls while we were broken up, one of them being someone who he cheated on me with in the past. He just kept thinking I was lying and even if I really did fuck that boy, he did things too but he loved excusing his shit, yet I'm the hoe. I'm a pretty tough person and very extreme so a lot of this stuff I let it go because with other guys they usually act intimidated with me (I'm not mean or toxic, I just don't like bullshit) but it was different with this boy. I feel like we were on the same level and we got along so well and his family absolutely loves me and I love them too. The last time we broke up it was literally only 2 months ago yet I didn't feel as torn up about it, but I think it's because we actually got back together and it was the honeymoon phase all over again and it has me convinced he'll come back home to me, but at the same time I know he's crazy and abusive as hell, but idk that's my man and I'm sort of waiting on him but not really. Like if he came back later on and was matured and different, I'd take him back in an instant. But at the same time if he never came back I'd be okay. But honestly I know a few months will go by and he's gonna see he won't get somebody better than me. I don't mean that I'm the prettiest most perfect girlfriend but I'm definitely way too good to be dealing with his nonsense. I'm only 16 yet I treated him like a king, breakfast everyday, clean clothes always, even cleaned and fed the dogs too all while dealing with my own issues too. In our relationship it was always him him him and never me. He says he doesn't know things ab me because I don't open up but really he's self-centered. While he's not a very good person I love him regardless, because at the end of the day we are all hard people to be with all with our own flaws, so when you find someone who's willing to put up with your shit, you stick with them to the very end and you don't quit it. But that's exactly what he does, he quits everything. Our relationship went downhill whenever he got arrested one night and lost his car. That vehicle with the speakers was his pride and joy and after that was when he changed. But honestly he's just a big cheater, liar, abuser and doesn't think his actions matter. At the end of the day tho I can deal w shit like that whenever the good outweighs the bad, but he didn't even fight for our relationship, but if he's meant to be with me he'll be with me. Who knows maybe he'll mature and come back or maybe in a few years we'll bump into eachother. Or maybe I'll find the Mr. Perfect he told me to go look for, but it sucks cuz I really wanted it to be him. I type this on my laptop with teary eyes and a 'frog in my throat' and I just hope time will tell or it'll heal wounds.

[m-c-s-m]



 Good morning!

 Welcome back to my surrogate livejournal. The kids just ate very well.  I have slept in constantly the past few months.  It has been a good if distracting morning. I am up at the same time as them these days, but that is because I stay up till 1, 2 3am for no good reason… It has been a stretch of stasis which is annoying.  

 I of course spoke too soon because I just broke up a fight over a toy. That’s kids for ya. The dogs are barking their fool heads off outside, the tv is on. The toy is needlessly noisy. As are the kids. Ah well. At least the coffee isn’t shite. I made the coffee. Aldi’s finest.

 Man I need a shower. I need a lot of things. I put on several several pounds the past 2-3 months. Maybe there is a correlation. I am working on it.

 Priorities:

 *Fix keyboard to my laptop.  

 *Clean myself.

 *Get the house in better order–> I have a good thing going finally after 5-6 days of my wife being so sick that we can’t obliterate our lives for the sake of an end-of-year holiday fest.  So I’ve caught up on dishes but not much else. I’m sitting here typing instead of cleaning, but I think that’s okay.  I am claiming my time, I’m claiming my time.

 Fack, so many memese, what the hell was that?

 Anyway, I’m looking around my house at the little discarded things and doghair and pieces of detritus and lint on the corners of the floor. Wondering how to be a passable father, much less a good one. Wishing I had a modicum of self-discipline and organizational skills to pass on to my kids. Part of the reason they have not spent a lot of time outside in the snow, where in my opinion they should be is my own procrastination, reluctannce, and organization. They’ll just get the house wet/muddy when they come back inside, and will they be warm enough? Won’t it just be even more trouble than it’s worth? It won’t buy me time, and anyway these dishes need done! And the table. And the floor. And the kitchen.  

 I took jukai several months ago. I need to remember why. The reason I did it was to sort of arm myself or at least clarify what my life should be about. It is hard to remember, especially when my meds are, uh, variable. Maybe that’s something too.

 I dunno about any of this, but I’m gonna just keep posting/typing through it. I really miss my old crew. Cherie, Rob…where you guys at, man? Rob I know where you at, but Cherie, where’d you go, hon? I miss you.  I need someone to just throw my depression at before getting on with my day. Want to play Soulcalibur?

 I do. I miss games. I saw a meme recently that the reason peopel miss their 20’s is because they sucked but they had no skills and nothing going for them. That’s fine, and I agree, but man that didn’t make staying up till 5am playing video games and going to Waffle House any less fun. That still seems like The Life.  I think my dreams were different. I haven’t dreamt in awhile.  

 I’m okay, but the inertia is enough to power-blog through here and throw out any mememes in my head that are taking up residence.    That’s good for now. Peace

–mcsm

[jlarson]

Dalton Boys + Wonderland Nicknames (3/16)

Logan Wright: The Knave of Hearts

“The Knave. That was what they called him. Or rather, they accepted that name for him, because Logan had decided for himself. And then the Twins began ‘adopting’ all the rest of the characters -- but only during high school.”

[notsosilentmonsters]

How do the Silent Hill 2 nurses give, or receive, kisses?

With her face, silly!

[dollslayer]

Sweeter Endings

Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.

W/C: 5,325

Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!

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The saying ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ was truer than you’d ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldn’t go away turned into a doctor’s visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.

One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didn’t know what.

A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.

You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didn’t mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising ‘beautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connections’. You balked after reading that but you couldn’t look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.

After making your profile you hadn’t gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldn’t keep hogging your roommate’s computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.

___

6 o’clock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.

It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didn’t think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.

One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.

As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didn’t. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.

“Something to drink for you, gentleman?” You offered.

“We’d like a round of scotch for the table over there. You don’t mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?” the brown-eyed man asked.

“Of course not” you answered. Pricks.

“Good girl” the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.

____

A round had come and passed, soon they’d asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.

“You here often?” he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.

“Am I here at my job often?” You retorted with a playful smile.

The man’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Sorry you just uh, you look familiar that’s all. What’s your name?”

You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.

“Smart girl, I’m Steve by the way.” He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.

Oh. You didn’t recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.

You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. “Nice to meet you, Steve, I’ll have your round right out.”

“Good Girl” he winked again at you. Okay so it’s hot, but he’s a total stranger and you don’t even know him. Stay on your game.

___

10 o’clock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds they’d had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.

“Whoa, easy, girl! I’m here to pick up the tab” He said, taking out his wallet.

“What’s the name on the tab?” You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.

“Steve. Rogers.” He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.

You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’ll be seein’ ya” he promised.

“Take care!” You smiled back.

A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.

____

Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.

Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldn’t help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining ‘is this organic? I won’t eat it unless it’s organic’.

The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadn’t heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.

You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. “CEO guy?” Steve?

“‘CEO guy?’ I thought I recognized you, ‘barmaid’ or should I say… ‘stock girl?’” He joked using his fingers to make quotations.

Now that you thought about it, the store isn’t that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if he’s in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.

“I just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceries” looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. “Clearly, I’m single. But you’d know that already, wouldn’t you?”

Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?

“Excuse me?”

He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice “SeekingConnection.com?”

Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you” Steve placated, “But I gotta say, I’m pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and let’s just say I’m not used to rejection.” He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasn’t mad.

“I-I um, I’m sorry, I don’t have a computer and they don’t have an app, I was using my roommates’ computer and I guess I forgot about it…” You admitted.

Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.

“Well,” Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. “You got a pen on you?”

You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.

“That’s my number, I’d ask for yours but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floor” Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.

“You do have a phone right?” You only glared at him in response. “Well, if you check your profile, you would’ve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when you’re free”

Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but he’s good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, it’s not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?

“I… usually work mid shifts so I don’t know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? I’ve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet you” you suggested.

If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.

“There’s a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? I’m off tomorrow at 6, why don’t you meet me there?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?

____

You did end up borrowing your roommate’s computer once again when you got home to look up Steve’s DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. ‘Steve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was ‘Seeking deeper connection’. All of these things piqued your interest.

‘Hey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe you’d care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says we’re both in New York. - Steve’ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.

You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesn’t mean anything.

Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldn’t have looked more different if you tried.

“I waited for you to order,” He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.

“Really? As if I’d let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?” He said playfully.

“Oh, so this is a date now, is it?” You kidded.

Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.

“How was work?” You asked, “What exactly is it that your company does?”

“We offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for asking” Steve said with a genuine smile. “How was your day, doll?”

“Oh, my day was fine, more of the same but y’know,” You answered half-heartedly.

“You know, you never answered me, what’s a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?”

Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.

“I was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I can’t really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I am” you explained, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m totally oversharing aren’t I? You probably don’t wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorry”

You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought you’d created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.

“I’m really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it must’ve been hard. What were you in school for?”

___

You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each other’s interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.

Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed you’d felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though that’s what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.

“So look, us getting together wasn’t exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,” He said, “The CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basket” You both laughed at that. “You need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whad’ya say? Think you could put up with me?”

You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.

“So if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?” you inquired.

“Well,” he started, “We take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so you’d be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And you’d keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, there’s the occasional work event or charity gala I’d need you on my arm for. Thoughts?”

God I can’t even imagine what it’s like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. He’s cute and he seems sensible, why not?

“Could we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something I’m down for but I don’t want to make myself completely dependent on you. But I’d love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to me” You laughed.

Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.

“I can do things the old fashioned way, if that’s what you’d feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that it’s not gonna be easy” he jested.

You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.

“I’ve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but I’ll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?”

“I um, I’d really like that. It’s a date” You stated.

“Oh, so you think this is a date now?” He jested.

You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.

“I kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?”

You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.

You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you could’ve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.

_____

You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, ‘Saturday at 7?’

You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply ‘Working, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?’

You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, it’s not like you could turn the shift down.

‘Ah yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, I’ll text you the details. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up’

Oh, God. Steve can’t see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!

‘I’ll just meet you there, don’t worry about it’

‘Not a chance, doll. Just tell me where and I’ll come get you’

You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.

____

Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so it’s a good thing you didn’t try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.

The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you don’t really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.

‘Downstairs, doll. Silver BMW’ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.

____

Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.

Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasn’t completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.

You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasn’t until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“Oh, nothing I just didn’t realize how late it was, I’ve got both jobs tomorrow it’ll just be a long day that’s all” you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.

“Quit the bar” he stated.

“What?”

“Quit the bar. This is your card, I’ve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and I’ll get you taken care of.” He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.

“Steve, that’s.” You were in shock, a loss for words almost “that’s too much, I don’t know what to say.” You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.

“Honey, this is what I’m here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and you’ll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you don’t need it.”

You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.

“I’ll put in my two weeks”

“Good girl” he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.

____

A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but he’d showered you with gifts here and there.

They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. You’d felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.

He’d also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, you’d learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.

Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. You’d felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.

Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.

____

You were buzzed into Steve’s building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. ‘I have to make a quick call- I’ve got a present waiting for you in the living room.’ You couldn’t help but feel giddy.

The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.

You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.

“You said you didn’t have a computer.” His voice came from behind you and startled you.

“Steve, this is too much. You’re too much.” You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Nothin’s too much for you, doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Think you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.”

A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.

He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.

He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.

“I wanna ride you, I can’t wait.” You pouted as you writhed against him in need.

Steve tutted at you “that’s no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,”

You ground down even harder and whined. “Please, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I can’t wait any longer please.”

“Good Girl” Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didn’t care.

He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling, you’d gladly chase it.

His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He’d nip at you and lick the pain away.

His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.

“Can’t wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?” Steve panted, “my dirty girl. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.

“Only yours, sir.” Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.

“Sir, please let me cum I can’t wait any longer” you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.

“I think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longer”.

You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.

“Go on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over me”

Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.

Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.

The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.

____

One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.

You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasn’t about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.

“Are you really going to take me to France?” Your voice came out muffled against his chest.

“Of course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.”

You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.

“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I’m a planner” he retorted.

You didn’t know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact he’d never been so sure about something in his life.

[issaxcharlie]

Ghost Of You 2/2

Pairing: Ghost! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke, Reggie and Alex have to assimilate their loss. For Luke of his girlfriend, and for the others of their best friend after suddenly learning that she didn’t have the future they imagined, and instead died 23 years ago.

Thank you to @cookiebuba for being the head of the entire idea and trusting me with it, and to Emy for almost holding my hand to force me to write🤣💜

PART 1 HERE

“It can’t be.”

“Luke, I-”

"No, Julie. You are not telling me that the woman of my life, the purest person who has ever stepped on this world, not only lost her partner and her best friends, but was only able to live her life for two more years and then ended in a horrible accident. It's as if life wanted to torture her before taking her too.”

“Love of ?... Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away. Of course.”

“I- It can’t be true, please tell me it’s not true, Julie.”

“Luke... she loved you so much.”

He falls on the floor. The impact is strong, as if his legs have stopped working.

"I know." He whispers slowly, his gaze empty as multiple tears fall from his eyes.

The rest of the gang threw themselves to the ground around him and hugged him with all their might, trying to unite his broken pieces without any success. Alex and Reggie each crying silently over the loss of their sweet friend.

“What day did she pass away? Alex whispers.

"Let me search, one moment." Julie gets up quickly and checks on her laptop to find a little note about the singer's death.

"The rising singer Y/N Y/L who had just released the biggest hit of her career passed away this afternoon in a terrible car accident after leaving the cemetery where her late boyfriend, Luke Patterson, was buried. Y/L was there in commemoration of the 2 years of the loss of the aspiring musician, who died from a sudden tragic intoxication along with the rest of his band. Something to rescue from this tragedy is that at least she's already reunited with her eternal love. May both rest in peace.”

“This can’t be. My Y/N can’t be gone. Not her, not like that.” Luke is still in denial, unable to believe that his little girl suffered such a terrible ending.

“Maybe she’s not. There's still a chance that she's also a ghost.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right. We need to look out for her, we can't write her off without trying to find her first.” Reggie's eyes sparkle with hope, rushing to cover Alex's mouth in case he says anything other than motivating.

Luke takes his flannel and disappears immediately. Both Reggie and Alex stare sadly at Julie who simply whispers a "go, he needs you." They nod and teleport to their friend.

As expected, Luke is in front of the window of an old music store. He met his girlfriend here so many years ago, the day his parents agreed to buy him his first guitar.

The store had a small section where customers could try out some instruments and she was playing the guitar they had there and singing for the small audience. It seemed like it was something she did often because both the workers and certain customers seemed familiar with the girl.

Luke was captivated by her from the first moment. The energy and passion that radiated from her in every move was unreal. He had never seen anyone happier, much less singing with a borrowed guitar from a small downtown store.

The store is completely abandoned, so without saying anything he comes in and walks towards the small stage.

The ghosts of two 12-year-old kids singing together into the microphone invades his memory. If they only knew.

"Do you remember what was the first thing she said to you?" Reggie and Alex sit next to him on the floor, looking straight at the very small stage. They both try to imagine what their friends must have looked like singing here together the first time. Luke totally invading little Y/N's presentation trying to captivate her with his 0% music experience and 100% of enthusiasm.

Luke laughs through tears. "You have the voice of a country singer."

Alex starts crying when he imagines her. He met her just a few weeks later so he knows exactly how she must have looked and sound.

Reggie smiles while shedding a tear, remembering all those afternoons Y/N convinced Luke to join them in their country sessions. He knows that's why Luke hasn't wanted to know anything about country or his songs since they got back. They remind him of his sweet girl.

“I was so offended. I still didn't know anything about music but I had already decided that I would be a rocker. If I hadn't already been so dazzled by her I would have left without looking back.”

“And what did you answer to defend your honor?”

"You think so?" The three of them start laughing while still crying. A heartbreaking mix of pain comes from their chests.

“C’mon guys, next stop.”

The three of them were teletransporting around the city during the day without any success. Luke's desperation increasing for every place the songwriter wasn't.

At night the three decide to go back to the studio. Luke is heartbroken, bloated after crying all day, eyes red and sore, and whatever it was that was driving him to continue, off.

His friends couldn't do much for him either because each was living the loss in their own way, concentrating on living their own pain until they could process it.

Julie wraps them in blankets on the couch and tries to fill them with love, making sure to hug Luke tightly, who seems about to fall apart.

“Does anyone want to talk about her? Maybe it could make you feel better.”

“She was my entire soul, the words and melody in each of my songs. I just, I love her more than anything in this world. I would give anything for her. My guitar, my voice, my songs, whatever it took for us to be together. I know it doesn't seem like it at this point, but we belong together.”

“We know you do, man.”

“I didn't tell you but I dream about her almost every night since we got back. It is always the same dream. She is in bed, leaving my side intact. She's wearing one of my shirts and hugging my favorite one while sobbing. She falls asleep listening to the ballad I wrote for her soaked in tears and no matter how hard I try to wake her up, I can't get her to see or hear me. I can’t get her. After a few minutes she gets up still asleep and begins to dance as we did so many times, but alone. Then she stops and starts crying again inconsolably. And that's when I wake up."

"I'm so sorry, Luke. She deserved so much more." Reggie walks over to hug him, his head resting on his arm while he sobs.

“We couldn't even say goodbye to her.” Alex cries, his eyes completely red.

“We already know that she visited your graves, perhaps we could do the same, dedicate a few words to her.” Julie offers in an attempt to help them find some peace.

Luke looks devastated, but he nods his head as tears continue to fall from his face, the ring that his girlfriend gave him going in and out of his finger. Alex hugs Julie while she strokes his hair in an effort to calm him down and Reggie runs up to get a notebook and pencil to start planning what to say to his best friend tomorrow.

The three of them hang around all night, crying, writing, hugging, remembering the spark of Sunset Curve. In the morning before going to visit her, they realize is exactly the 25th anniversary of that tragic night that changed the lives of the four forever. Luke nearly punches a hole in the wall upon hearing the sad coincidence.

Her grave is right next to Luke's, who has never been here before and can't help but feel a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start.” Reggie tells the guitarist as he takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips.

"Hello, princess. Long time, huh? I'm Reggie, by the way. In case you don't recognize me from the slight change in my hair. I am trying a little more gel, I want something more elegant and classic. What do you think? Yes, I also thought you would like it.” Julie and Alex smile at hearing him talk to her as natural as possible.

“I tried very hard to think of what to say, because if there is anyone who deserves my best words, it is you. And three things came to mind that I want to share with you.

First, the color yellow.

Yellow like the guitar you were saving for two years to buy. You did everything. You were a babysitter, you walked dogs, you worked in the school library, you sang with your old acoustic guitar in every cafe, basically everything that will let you win some money.

And the day before you could finally go buy it, my dad broke my bass in a moment of anger in one of his typical fights with mom that got really out of hand. At least he didn’t hurt her, huh? But when you're a kid you don't even think about the possibility that something like that could happen, you just focus on the broken instrument in your hand. I ran out and ended up on the stairs of your house with my face soaked and one of the broken pieces in my hand.

You hugged me and promised that everything would be fine. That I was always going to have you four and that we would always be family. You assured me that good things happen to good people. And I believed you, you know? You were always right. But now that I'm here, that I know you didn't have the happy ending you deserved, I'm honestly not so sure anymore.”

Luke and Alex start crying again, each hugging Reggie from one side. Reg tries with all his might to continue through the tears, while Julie looks at them with a broken heart.

“The next day when I came back from school a new bass was on my bed. You talked to Mom so she could take the credit for the gift, but coincidentally was exactly the bass that I fell in love with a year earlier when we went to check if your beloved yellow guitar hadn't dropped in price. Luke revealed to me a few months later that you had to borrow money from your mom in order to complete the exact money for that one.

How generous do you have to be in order to do something like that? how noble? How loving? How selfless? You were always more than I deserved. I was supposed to be like an older brother for you, but it was always you who took care of me. I have Julie and Carlos, and I'm trying to be with them as you were with me. I had the best step sister in the world to teach me, and I hope I can do you justice.” Julie starts crying too after hearing his words, and resists the urge to going to hug him because she knows that they need their space to let go all the suffering that they carry.

“Second, my leather jacket.

When we started the band we made a 100% commitment to being rockstars. And a very important part is the look. You accompanied me on a walk around the city looking for the right outfit to literally go sing to the people who were lining up in front of the clubs.

Anyone could have left me alone on that for multiple reasons, not even these two wanted to face the trouble. But you followed me without thinking twice.

The afternoon was over and we still haven't found anything. Our feet couldn't take it anymore and we had 10 minutes to run to the club. But we stopped by a little store that had a black leather jacket in the window and you said, Reg, this is it.

You excitedly took me by the hand and when I tried it on, the rest was history.

Then I tried to get the whole band to use them but these two boys without fashion sense didn’t want to. You, on the other hand, supported me and wore your leather jacket during all the Sunset Curve performances we had, convincing me that they were our good luck charms and that if we both used them everything would be amazing. Oh god, I miss you so much.

And third, a star.

I thought you were a star when I heard you sing for the first time.

I thought you were a star when you and Luke managed to write the whole Sunset Curve album in 2 months.

I thought you were a star when you bought me my bass, when you made Alex feel better after one of his strongest attacks, when you filled Luke with love and support when he needed it the most.

And I believe it now that I know you are gone.

If you are in heaven, you have to be a star. And not just a star, the brightest star of all. I promise to look for your light every night to wish you sweet dreams. I will also sing you some country since you were the only one who appreciated my incredible sound, I hope it makes you smile.”

“That was beautiful, Reggie. I’m sure she loved it.” Julie finally reaches out to hug him as Alex prepares to be next.

“Hey. I don’t even know where to start.

I- I guess I should start saying I could never pay you all the times you were there to pick me up when I needed someone the most. I went back to dancing a little again. It's not the same without you, but somehow it makes me feel you close. I also met someone, oh Y/N, he’s so special, I'm sure you would have loved him and I would have loved the opportunity to introduce him to you. You were always there.

You were there to support me when I decided to learn drums to cope with my anxiety. You sang the song I was practicing over and over to keep me company and reassure me that what I was doing sounded good.

You were there to support me when I told you I like to dance. We spent hours choreographing different iconic songs and just laughing and enjoying creating more memories together.

Not shocking at this point but you were also there for me when I confessed to my parents I’m gay and you gave me strength all those times that I wanted to fall because they no longer saw me the same way.

You were always my safe place. And I regret with all my heart that I couldn’t be yours.”

Alex breaks down. She kept them on their feet during her darkest days and they paid her off by causing her the most horrible pain imaginable. Julie and Reggie surround her in their arms while sobbing. The last one of the band standing moves closer to the grave and drops to his knees.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so fucking sorry.” Luke tries to be strong, but tears start falling like waterfalls from his eyes, his face red in a mixture of despair, sadness and anger.

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone. Baby, I've been without you for only 1 month and I’m going crazy, even with the boys and Julie by my side. I don't even want to imagine what you must have been through those two years. My soul is shattered just thinking about it.

At first when we returned I imagined you were happy after having fulfilled all our plans with someone else. And I thought nothing could hurt me more than that, but obviously I was wrong. Because although it hurt me that I couldn’t be the one who was with you, thinking that you had been happy gave me the peace to be able to continue. Now that I know that life took away your opportunity, the only thing I feel is anger.

Anger towards me, anger towards destiny. Anger at not being able to be together even after death. Since we discovered where you are, I have only been able to think of cross over and finally be with you again.

Or at least go back to the night before everything turned into a nightmare. Fall asleep with you in my arms one more time.

I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss, as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“Hello again, my love.

I can't believe 25 years have passed. First of all, I want you to know that I'm okay. Or well, the equivalent for ghosts that are destined to haunt the earth alone for all eternity. I made a friend for several years, Rose. I told you about her, remember? I know you guys would have been good friends, she was a ridiculously talented musician. Since she died I no longer had the strength to go back to the studio, but for a long time I enjoyed her company in one of my favorite places. She promised to tell you that I'm waiting for you. I will wait whatever time is necessary, okay? I love you so much, baby.

You three are always on my mind, and I think I can finally accept that the pain is just never going to go away. But lately something super strange has happened to me, let me tell you.

Throughout these years, in the darkest days, I see you. But, they were always memories.

A month ago, I started to see you having other kinds of experiences and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. Am I going that crazy? I selfishly hoped that you too were ghosts for so many years. I looked for you 5, 10, 15, 20 years. And just as I decide to give up, my head imagines you all over the city.

The first time I saw you singing Reggie's jam on the beach. You guys looked so happy, love. It filled my heart with peace for a few seconds, knowing that somewhere up there you are enjoying life singing together all day.

Then I saw my beloved Alex with a cute boy. My heart melted, I can’t even explain how much I wanted to run to hug him and gossip about it.

Baby, he looked so peaceful. I always wanted that for Alex. I didn't know whether to be happy or cry because that didn’t actually happen, so I did both.

The penultimate time was a few nights ago when I was walking in front of the Orpheum and I heard your voices. How wicked my mind is, right? A knife to the heart would hurt less.

And now, I can't even get close to your grave because I'm imagining you all again.”

Y/N doesn't know what to do, if she gets close enough will they disappear? What If they don’t? Will she bear to see them up close? She has been dancing with their ghosts in her dreams for so many years, but It’s not the same as doing it when she is fully awake.

She is about to run out of there in fear when the silhouette of a fourth person catches her attention. She doesn't know why, but it immediately reminds her of Rose. Could it be that she is imagining her friend too?

Curiosity is stronger than fear, like all those times when she got into trouble with her boys. She walks carefully towards her grave which is next to her beloved Luke.

“I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“I don't freaking snore, I told you a million times already... and now I'm talking with my imagination, great.”

The band turns in shock towards the fifth voice. That's when she can see the girl's face and realize who she is.

“Julie? But, how?”

“Y/N?” Alex whispers on the verge of passing out.

She starts to panic, just before the boys can do something about it, a new person appears behind her.

“Hey, you took a long time." She turns around and jumps into the arms of who has become her only friend in recent years.

“Phoenix, thank god.” Her body continues to shake but she clings tightly to her friend while crying uncontrollably.

To say the ghosts are confused would be an understatement. And apart from that, the guitarist is having many conflicts with the jealousy that he is feeling at the moment. They haven't seen each other in 25 years and when they finally do, she runs into someone else's arms and clings to him like her life depends on it.

What does that mean for them? Is it too late?

“Beautiful, what's wrong? Who are they? Oh, wait. You guys were at the club a few weeks ago, you're friends with Willie, right?”

Luke feels like dying all over again hearing him call her that. She continues to shake but finally lets go.

“What? You can see them?”

“Shouldn’t I?” He looks at her skeptical and shifts his eyes from her to the ghosts.

“I- Oh my god. I'm going to pass out.“

“Baby, look at me.” Luke’s voice is a mix between a plea and a demand. The terror of knowing that perhaps he has already lost her without having had the opportunity to fight for her clouds his judgment and tears begin to fall from his face again.

25 years. 25 years fighting not to forget his voice. 25 years having him only in dreams, in memories, in melodies. 25 years waiting for him. 25 years on her own.

She turns slowly to meet those honey-green eyes she craved for so long to see, a painful smile from Luke makes her smile through tears.

She carefully lifts her right hand and gently draws it to his cheek, almost exploding at the feel of it.

“You came back. Oh my, It’s really you.” She jumps to the guitarist, entwining her legs at his hips, her arms tangled with all her strength around him, her head buried in his neck inhaling his scent. Tears coming out as if to drown her, all the pain and suffering that she faced all these years finally leaving her body.

Luke wraps her tightly in his arms, still unable to process what’s happening.

Alex and Reggie begin to smile without fully assimilating what is happening, while Julie begins to jump of joy.

“Babygirl, I'm sorry to ruin the moment but I have to rush to the club. Will you be okay here?"

“She's always safe with me." The guitarist growls, and Y/N starts laughing when she hears it.

"The jealous, protective baby in the beanie is right, don't worry Nix. I’ll go and find you later."

Phoenix nods with a smile and disappears. Julie begins to scold Luke while Reggie and Alex approach to touch the cheek of their best friend, still in the arms of the guitarist who does not seem to have any intention of letting go.

“We should go home to catch up. Reggie and I will accompany Julie, it seems that you two should speak alone first." Luke doesn't think twice and disappears with her in his arms.

“Good things happen to good people.” Reggie whispers as he hugs his friends and they start walking home.

Luke and Y/N reappear in the studio and they are both shocked for a few seconds. The girl trembles again in fear of dreaming.

“Hey, come here baby. Shh, I’m here, I promise.”

“Don’t leave me ever again, please.” He can see that it is very difficult for her to understand that is really happening, and to think that she lived without him not 2 but 25 years makes him want to cry again.

“I won’t. I promise, beautiful. Never again.” Luke wraps her in his arms, but she lifts her head from his chest to push her lips against his. The kiss is urgent, but they both instantly recognize each other and fit in perfectly. Luke picks her up again and gently lays her down on the couch, both desperate to feel the other, to recognize every inch.

“I missed you so much baby, I love you more than anything.” Luke whispers between kisses, not willing to have her an inch away from him.

“I love you my love. I love you, I love you, I love you.” She says while kissing the love of her life, happy for the first time in 25 years.

Before things get to escalate, the rest of the band shows up in the studio followed by Julie who clearly walks through the door.

"Let go of her man, it's our turn!" Y/N gets up quickly from the sofa while her boyfriend complains and she throws herself at both of them who pick her up as best they can and spin her in the air.

They put her down and Julie and her stare each other, both raise their arms and meet in a quick but sweet hug.

“You said my name back there, how?” The question that she has stuck since she met her finally coming to light.

“I met your mom many years ago when I came to visit the studio and realized that she could see me. We were friends for many years and I had the opportunity to see you grow up, but I always made sure to be upstairs when you came in in case you could see me too.”

“Well, now I understand how Carlos felt when he found out that we lived with ghosts. And It sounds like mom watches over us both from heaven.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she does.” Both girls smile and hug each other once more.

“I can't believe I endured 25 years without having those beautiful arms around me.” She whispers as they both lie on the couch, Luke has her completely cornered in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It breaks my heart that you have suffered that much for so many years.”

“It was not your fault. You lost as much as I did that night. Besides, I always knew that you would find me sooner or later. We belong together.”

“We do. I, I k-know we have way more to talk about but, who was the dude from the cementery?”

The insecurity in his voice is evident and Y/N can't help but smile. His emotions are complex, real, and nothing can make her happier than that.

“I’ll tell you all about my friend later, okay? For now... dance with me? I want to dance with the real deal.” He smiles and they both stand up, hugging each other as they slowly move through the studio as they did many times before life separated them.

The Luke in her arms is her Luke, the same one she has been waiting for so many years, finally back in her arms. And just as she thought when she lived, she will dance with his ghost for all eternity.

Thank you for reading✨✨

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[poprock-the-baker]

Daddy's Work Trip

(My First Ever TF Story I Made, Enjoy!)

-[The Past Week]-

My dad had been ordered on a business trip, he was to be going off across the states for a good solid week. Now normally that wouldn't be a problem at all, normally I say. But he just so happened to ground me earlier this week had taken all my electronics other than my phone. So before he leaves on his trip I need to find them so he can't hide them before I can get them safe. Today I just so happen to have the chance to go and search.

-[Present Day]-

"Now don't you think about finding your stuff James. I will return it all to you and get you something else if you don't try to pull one over on me. I need to go get another suitcase at the store before my flight. So I will see you when I get home to say goodbye before my flight out." My dad said before he kissed my forehead and turned to the door. "Don't be mad. You were the one who decided to break coffee pots with your fucking stupid soft drinks. See you soon Jamey." He reached for the door and proceeded to walk out and headed to the store.

About ten minutes when by and I felt it was a good amount of time by then. "Ok so he should be gone for now. Now let's check around his took for my laptop. He will just easily think he misplaced it when he gets home. So lets check his suitcase first. He might take it with him on his trip to keep it out of my reach the entire time." Proceeding to his room I looked around for his casually vibrant pink suitcase. You could guess he was either a very feminine man, or he was gay. Him being the latter. He came out to me about 8 years ago when I was 11. So I have known his sexuality for a while, doesn't bother me though. I pull his suitcase onto his bed and zipped it open. "Ok dad. Lets see what you are taking on your trip." Looking inside I couldn't really see anything other than his clothes. "Please don't tell me I betrayed his trust for nothing." As I say that I move the clothes over and see my computer. "I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO TAKE IT WITH HIM! Well, don't mind me while I just take my property." I reach inside and go to grab my computer. As I do I brush my hand against something sharp and get pricked a little deeply. "Well shit! That hurts. But it isn't like i got blood on anything. He won't be able to know. I just-" I start to feel lightheaded. "I just need to… To… To rest…" My body gets extremely heavy and starts to burn and soon they all end and I pass out.

-[2 hours later]-

"H-Huh… What happened?" I try to go rub my eyes as I opened them but I realized I couldn't move my arms, and not just that. I soon realized my entire body was paralyzed. As I started to panic I could hear a car pull up. "Shit! What do I do?! I guess I just need to tell him I'm sorry and get his help." I waited in my dad's room for about ten minutes before I started to worry. But they are soon brushed over as my dad stepped into his room. "Oh thank god. Dad! Something happened! I can't see to move, can you call the hospital?" Nothing. "Dad? Why aren't you answering me?" No answer. "Dad?" I don't understand whats going on. Not until he gets closer to the bed, and he keeps getting larger. "Where did that damn boy go, cause it looks like he tried to get his computer Cyrus.." He wasn't talking to me, but he turned and I saw her had his ear piece in and was on the phone. "Yeah I know I was just a bit hard. But he can't just decide he has the right to break everything and leave it for me to pay for." Is he still upset? Why can't he notice me! "Do I see the piece you sent for me to buy? Yeah I'm looking right at it babe. Are you sure its ok to if I wear it? It looks very beautiful and I don't want it to get saliva on it. And before you say it, yes I know a tongue piercing is supposed to get saliva on it but you know I collect some and just dont wear them." As he spoke I got worried. He was speaking of a gift he bought as he looked at me. What is going on. "Ok fine I'll wear it babe. Thanks for getting me the piercings babe. I love you." He hangs up the phone and then gets on his knees and looks at me. "You are one lucky piece of jewelry little guy. I'm positive James would have stolen you if he found you. But now you get to come along with me for my trip. And get to see the inside of my mouth as well!" "Dad? What are you doing. What do you mean jewelry! It's me! James! Why can't you see me! I'm your son not jewelry." I said to him. But nothing seemed to register for him. It was like… I wasn't me. And soon I realized what was happening. Jewelry? Tongue piercing? Not noticing me? I couldn't believe it and didn't want to. But soon my dad grabbed me and took me into his mouth, and having taken out his old piercing, he put me in. I started to panic and soon, even though I seemingly had no brain anymore, my anxiety kicked in and, having an anxiety attack, I passed out. Days passed without me waking. By that time my dad was already out of our state.

-[3 Days Later]-

I hadn't figured out where James went before I left for my trip and I hadn't gotten a call or message from him either. I was now in Portland, Oregon. My business meeting was taking place later today but I was currently eating at a cafe and waiting for my boyfriend to meet me here. I finally see him and wave him in. "Hey Cyrus! I'm glad to see you again." I got in and take a hug before I kiss him and slip my tongue inside his mouth and letting our tongues play for a second before I go back and sit down and drink my coffee.

I wake up to a harsh and assaulting situation. I was in a dark place and there was no light coming in at all. It felt really damp and humid. And something kept on hitting me under and over me. Soon, I figure out where I was. My father still hasn't noticed I was his tongue piercing. What just happened was that I had taken a part in my dad's makeup session. I feel like it can only get worse from here.

Cyrus comes and sits next to me and I kiss his cheek softly. "So you are gonna meet me again tomorrow after my business duty is over right? Its gonna be the last day I'm here so I thought we could enjoy our special time together doing some special things. What do you think?" He seems to be thinking it over and I soon know he is just playing with me. "Of course babe! I got a new place as well and we can bust it in when you stay before your flight home." I lean in for another kiss and decide to whisper in his ear. "how about we feel you up and suck your off big boy? Let's let this new piercing get broken in as well, not just the bed~" I bite his ear playfully before he speaks. "I actually have a gift for you to have once we get to my place. So just you wait and you'll be having tons of fun! I got to jet now though. See you at my place tomorrow?" I accept and wave him off before finishing my coffee and heading to my business conference.

Over the course of the next hours I am assaulted his hot beverages that burn my skin, cold water that chills by metal bones, gritty food that hits my head, and so much more. I am just excited for this trip to be over. Hopefully my dad will find a way to get me back to normal. Surely he can figure out I'm in his mouth. The final test approached as he drove into a driveway though. His boyfriend greets him and he locks the car and proceeds inside.

Enjoy in the drive I finally get the embrace of my boyfriend and we head inside. "So what is this gift you have for me babe? I already have this piercing." He looks over at the table and I soon proceed to as well. It is another tongue piercing. But it is a special one. The exact one I lost the first tike I met him. "Took me a while but I figure out where it was. Someone turned it in a bit ago after finding out it wasn't worth much of anything. I cleaned and disinfected it for you. So now that old one you are wearing now can just be tossed out. Cause this one is more important than any." For a second his smile seemed to be hiding something sinister it seemed but I brushed it off. "Babe… I'll put it in right now!" "NO DON'T! I meannn… Um lets still break that one in while you can. I'm sure you won't take this one out for a while. So lets start getting dirty. Starting with this." He soon proceeds to undress, my predator instincts kick in and I tackle him and start our session of intercourse.

I didn't like any of this. Was I going to be thrown away? Disposed cause of a new old sentimental relic? But most importantly, what is cyrus doing. I don't have a lot of time to think before my father starts to tongue at Cryus' asshole getting in and feeling all around. I can still somehow smell and I can only describe it as revolting. The smell was so bad and the experience only got worse. "Get ready big boy, someone is gonna get some rod suction." Then my dad proceeded to give Cyrus a lot and agonizing blowjob that lasted for longer than thirty minutes. It was so painful. His hot and throbbing shaft kept rubbing into my bulbs as he kept on pumping my dad's face over and over again until finally. *Release* "Be a good boy. Take all of daddy's seed. Swallow it all. Not one drop left." My dad did just that. He swallowed every single bit of Cyrus' semen. Afterwards they cooled down but stay naked. "You wanna try the old piercing on babe? See if it fits?" "I'd love to. You want to hold this one?" "Dad. Dad no. Dad don't take me out! No please don't! Dad!" The plees go unheard as I'm undone and placed into Cyrus' hand. "You mind if I wear it from now on? My old one just broke and I could use a good and new one. I would really like it if I could use this one." Say no. Please dad say- "Sure! As long as you take good care of it I don't mind. Its not like I'll need it back anything soon. So just have it." No… Please… "Good! I'll put it in right now!" Cyrus takes me undone into his mouth and secures me into his tongue as he sticks it out. "Like it? It feels so good." "You know I do. If James was here he would have a hoot. He is in love with piercings and he would want that one so badly." "Don't worry Malcom I'm sure he knows it very well. Don't worry." The smile I see him produce chills my very core. "Hahaha. Yeah he probably already has it. Well I'll be heading to the airport. I'll text you when I'm home. You get some sleep ok?" "I will. I'll enjoy this gift from you. Something tells me it will be just perfect. And I have a feeling it won't ever break." What…

After exchanging the piercings I kiss Cyrus goodbye and head to my car and start driving away. Still nothing from James. I'll have a talk with him when I get home. Until then its me time.

I see my dad's car leave from the view of cyrus' mouth. His next words chill me even more. "Your dad sure is hot isn't he right?" Did he just talk to me? "If you are wondering, yes. I was the one who did this to you. I'm what they call, a channelist. I have the ability to change anyone I seem unworthy into objects for as long as I need. Now you have a choice. Well two." I don't pay attention to him as I'm processing all that has just been said. If I cry I would. But I can't seem to feel anything other than Chris' hot and humid breath passing by me. "I can tell you aren't listening. I give up on trying to help you. I will make you become so close that you wont ever be able to get away from your father." He proceeded to call and ask my dad back over so he can give him one final gift and do it one more time. The answer my dad gives us clear. "Yes."

I had dumbly forgotten my flight was tomorrow and was about to just wait the night out alone when Cyrus called. He invited me back and I immediately accepted. I rushed back to his house and opened the door. I saw him sitting in a spinning chair as he spun to face me and I saw him holding a small crystal human figure. "What's that babe?" "I thought we could have a final go at our experiment from long ago. Remember your cock vore days? Well I had been saving this little guy for such a day. So what would you think about sending this little dude down yous shaft to be trapped inside your sentence tank forever?" "Oh hell yes."

The motions were going so fast. I couldn't believe what was happening. My dad walked into the room and the conversation was going good until they noticed me. Then cyrus said they should put me inside his cock. The closer my dad got the more terrified I became. Slowly he undid his belt them his shorts and finally lost the underwear. He went and grabbed me and held me in front of his face. "I feel bad for you little guy. Only now getting to see a real man. But don't worry, I'll keep you with me all the time till I die. You'll be a good company for my semen. Just you wait. I cant wait for this pleasure to come, so I am gladly going to enjoy using you." His words didn't show a sign of concern. Cyrus was giggling as he later back and watched. My dad stuck me in his mouth and slowly coated me in saliva before spitting me out and grasping his erect and lethally large cock. "Down the hatch fucker." He showed no sign of compassion. He was a harsh and cruel ruler as he lowered me into his slit and I cried out to no avail. He slowly worked me down as he kept me traveling closer and closer to the end before. *plop* I fall into his sentence chamber and I hear his moans loudly. "Best gift ever babe."

Cyrus never told my dad about me. And after he got home he never found me. I was declared missing and search parties started and ended. Days turned to weeks which turned to months then years. My dad and Cyrus got married and all the time I never despise inside his semen, I was there since that day and I was part of everything. From the beginning I never should have been ungrateful. Cause I would still be a son instead of a cock toy. But there isn't a way to save myself now. This is my life now. As my dad's work trip toy.

-[END]-

🍞🥐🥖🍞🥐🥖🍞🥐🥖🍞🥐🥖🍞🥐🥖🍞🥐🥖🍞

[literate-lamb]

can I kiss you on the dancefloor?

Steve Rogers/Reader

One year into a relationship, yet still dancing in secrecy. Steve thinks he’s protecting you.

When a civilian and a hero fall in love, anything could go wrong. But not in the way Steve would have thought.

Or how the media play with the lives of superheroes.

►word count: 7.6k

► warnings(!): slight angst, alcohol

A/N: My gift to @blue-like-barnes for the Hoelentines Fic Exchange! I’m sorry it took some time, giftee. I didn’t expect this to turn into a monster (yikes). Thank you for hosting @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes ! Dividers from @firefly-graphics​ and GIF from Giphy

On his day-offs, Steve Rogers was a man full of disguises. 

When they first started, it was the baseball cap and thick-rimmed glasses. He liked it, it was simple, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before someone would notice. How could one not when his face was the one plastered in old war propaganda, in the museums commemorating his achievements, and even flashes on the telly when you walk past the local electronics store. 

Hence, it wasn’t a surprise when the tabloids posted a photo of him in his disguise, waiting at a crosswalk on a cold night. 

‘Captain America spotted on a midnight stroll’ came the next morning. It was taken after he was done walking you home, thankful they didn’t catch a glimpse of you.

“So capsicle, where were you off to last night?” Tony greeted him at breakfast, offending paper in hand. He unrolled it, opening and making a show of reading, displaying the front page for all seated to see. “Nice reading glasses, wasn’t aware you needed them.”

Striding into the room, Natasha came and snatched the tabloid. She gave it a critical eye, judging, before turning towards him. 

“Hmm, recycling disguises, Rogers? I’m disappointed.” 

Steve just groaned in reply.

The second time it happened, he had gone to the Black Widow herself for advice. He had expected sound advice coming from a former KGB spy who spent her paycheck on hair, but all he got was a stick-on mustache. Something about ‘needing to blend in rather than pointing the obvious’.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, Steve, but at least it’s better than that nerd get-up,” she smirked.

You had liked it. Giggling every time he kissed you, the fibres tickling your lips. He had ‘a caterpillar’ on his upper lip as you called it. And Steve had learned to get used to the itch.

But it wasn’t long before his new look was the star in barbershops. 

‘Captain America’s new look takes the world by storm.’ They had caught him again in another paparazzi shot. Tony had teased him for days after.

He couldn’t shake it off easily, constantly reminded of it when he walked the streets. Seeing them on screens when he’s channel-surfing. Even when he’s training new recruits, his vision filled with a sea of unshaved cadets, their hairy upper lips a prominent fixture.

He knew he had to do something when Bucky and Sam came in one day sporting twin mustaches. 

He discarded the strip of fibre in the bin. Reminding to pay Natasha a visit.

The third time he decided, he seeked out the help of Scott Lang, who was a master in keeping out of sight during his burglary days. Scott had given him a black beanie and told him to grow out his facial hair. 

The beanie hid his golden locks and the beard made him look rugged. You loved it, your thighs quivered when it was him and you in the four walls of your room. Uncontrollable groans as he went down. ‘Beard burn’ you had called it. Whatever it was, he loved the sounds you let out.

Four months. That’s how long the disguise lasted. His longest disguise to date. 

Before he became a trend.

‘Captain America is the new style icon.’ The internet sleuths found out where he got it too. ‘The sale of Walmart beanies skyrocketed by 70% thanks to Captain America.’

Tony had bought everyone in the compound a black beanie for Christmas, including the receptionist.

“Our grandpa’s a trendsetter, who knew,” he announced. Steve had smacked the back of Tony’s head with the beanie before retiring the disguise.

Now, sitting in The Sleeping Cat, Steve had opted for aviators and a Nasa baseball cap. He still kept his beard after your pleads, and he liked the look, he admits. It was back to basics for him and this was one of the only places where he was safe from prying eyes. Afterall, it was in this very café where he had met you.

The Sleeping Cat was a quaint little thing, a hole in the wall in a quiet part of the city. Not many knew of its existence, the entrance obscure, a blink and you’ll miss it. Which made it all the more perfect for him. The baristas knew him and minded their own business, offering him a smile every time he visited. ‘You’re safe with us’ they seem to say. 

He could say the same about the patrons. Most that frequented were regulars like him, they seemed the same, looking for a place to get away from the overbearing world. They seemed to share an understanding, paying him no mind as if he was just another man they passed on the streets. And that’s how he preferred it. 

Just a boy from Brooklyn.

Ding!

The chime of the door pulled him out of his thoughts. Facing the door, he saw you, smiling as you came through.

This was the best part of his days. 

You had met Steve Rogers at the most unexpected of times.

Terminated from your previous job at a small gallery, dumped by an ex-boyfriend after a 2 year relationship, you were at an utmost low. To escape your roommates —in case of pitying or prying, but if you were honest with yourself, it was to escape your own humiliation— you left the apartment on weekdays under the guise of going to work. In reality, you were at The Sleeping Cat applying for jobs on your laptop.

It was during one of the afternoon hours when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Turning to your left, you were greeted by a pair of startling blues. They were bright but worn as if they’ve seen too many. Looking at the bigger picture, you took him in. Hair hidden under a cap, a sharp jaw and an equally sharp nose, and if you looked closely, you thought you could spot a few moles on his cheeks. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t put a finger to it.

Eyes fleeting to his lips, you realized he was actually talking.

“Huh?” 

“I was wondering if this seat’s taken?” He smiled, gesturing towards the empty seat opposite. He was clearly amused.

“Yeah, sure, sure,” you nodded, making room for his things. 

The following days, it became a routine and an arrangement. You would be at the café as early as the owner would allow, laptop in hand. While he would come in the afternoons in a different jacket each day, a sketchbook in hand. You would be propped up, sending application after application, praying for luck. While he would quietly sit, churning sketch after sketch, in a relaxed demeanour. 

Sometimes you would peek over your screen and watch him draw for a few minutes, lost in his strokes. When you look up, you’ll find his eyes locked with yours, and you’ll immediately reimmerse yourself behind the screen, embarrassed.

It was a comfortable routine. You came to expect him everyday. And on the days that he didn’t make it, you felt a bit forlorn looking at the empty seat. You both didn’t talk much, yet you were getting comfortable in his presence.

Until one day, he broke the silence.

“So, what is it that you do?”

You stared, dumbfounded. Looking around there wasn’t anyone nearby. 

“Were you talking to me?” you asked.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “It’s just that you’re always on your computer…” he trailed off.

“I’m an assistant curator at an art gallery— or, er, used to be,” you explained. “Long story short, I lost my job and now I’m looking for a new one, that’s why I’m here.”

He seemed to ruminate before replying, “So you know a thing or two about art?”

You both started a new routine; one with a lot of communicating. He would ask you about your mundane weekends and interests and in turn, you would ask about his. Except, he was anything but mundane. 

On the days he was absent, you learned Steve was away on a lot of ‘business trips’. When he returned, he had never failed to present you with a souvenir. From matryoshkas to sarongs, it was always a surprise accompanied by a tale.

“The pattern on the sarong is called a batik, and it’s amazing how they’re drawn using wax like a liquid crayon. It’s an interesting art form.”

Outside of your little routine, he was an enigma. You barely knew about the Steve outside of The Sleeping Cat. Sometimes he threw the names ‘Bucky’ and ‘Sam’ a lot —out of exhaustion— without giving away anything, remaining tight-lipped. While his mysteriousness should’ve been a cause of concern, you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him, wanting to peel more of his layers, like the shell of a matryoshka. 

The routine went on for a few more weeks, with calls of interviews and business trips in between. Before you received a phone call.

“I got a job! At the Whitney!” you squealed, shaking his shoulders over the table, oblivious to the other patrons. Steve endured it, smiling. 

“Congratulations,” he said when you’ve calmed down. “I guess this is the last time I’ll be seeing you?”

You froze, high coming down, realization settling in. After a few weeks of secret meetings, of getting to know him, of having lunch together, of sharing laughs, you’ve come to see Steve as a good friend. And maybe, there was the birth of something more.

“Let’s exchange numbers,” you said, opening your phone. “This way, maybe we can hang out again. Have lunch sometimes?”

“I’d like that.” He smiled. 

And the rest was history.

Making your way towards The Sleeping Cat, you amused yourself with past memories. Memories from almost over a year ago. 

Steve had come to give a speech at the opening ceremony of an exhibition at the Whitney. Your first exhibition as a curator. An exhibition on art from the war times. When they had announced his title, a loud ‘oh’ was the only thing you could muster. 

The ‘ding’ of the bell resounded, announcing your arrival. Heading in, you saw a head perked up, beaming, baseball cap securing his golden locks and aviators hiding his mesmerizing blues.

This was the best part of your days.

But maybe, you were getting a little tired.

If someone were to ask you months ago if you were happy and content with your relationship, you would’ve replied with a swift yes in a heartbeat. No hesitation, no reservations, no doubt. Now, sitting in the same cafe, the same one you frequent on dates, the same one you both met in, you weren’t sure of the answer anymore.

As Steve gets up to order for you both, your eyes wander to his sketchpad. It was filled with sketches of random objects; the flower on the table, the pastries on display, sometimes the patrons of the cafe, and occasionally, you. 

“You’re my favourite subject, so far.”

It was not for the lack of love or the lack of affection. Steve was the most loving; loyal in so many ways, gentle when asked, and protective to a fault. Maybe the protectiveness was the cause of it all.

Staring at Steve’s back, your mind shifted to a memory from the past week, when your roommate pulled you aside from a get-together at the ice rink.

“Hey,” she called your name, taking a hold of your elbow. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure, what’s up?” you followed her, leading you to the sides.

Her eyes conveyed her worry. It amplified with the chewing of her bottom lip, a nervous tick.

“Are you and Steve… okay?” she asked, her brows perked. “I’m not sure if you notice, but today, it’s full of couples.” 

You looked towards your group of friends. There was your roommate’s girlfriend tying her skates, your other roommate and her boyfriend talking to another couple —their friends— and they were all holding their significant other’s hand. Oh.

“I don’t want to throw you out of the loop, but there would probably be a lot of double skating involved today,” she said, widening her eyes, looking comical. “Do you want me to talk to Steve? Maybe I could convince him to come, y’know?” 

Out of your two roommates, she was the only one who knew of your paramour. Having walked in on you and Steve making out on the couch. She was sworn into secrecy, with the promise of autographs from all the Avengers. 

“Look, it’s okay,” you assured her. “I can handle skating alone, and you know why he can’t really come here with us,” you shrugged.

“Okay, but aren’t you tired? Of all this sneaking around? Don’t you want to shout to the whole world ‘I’m fucking Captain America!’” she flailed.

You shushed her, muffling her mouth with your gloved hand.

Part of the secret was how Steven Rogers was an engineered superhero. A superhero with many enemies, leading him to fear for his loved ones, and that included you.

You went into the relationship whole-heartedly knowing the challenges; discreet rendezvous, kisses in the dark, minimal contact in public. You were his secret and he was yours. It was for your own good, wasn’t it?

“What’s got your little head wrapped up?” Steve’s voice startled you, bringing you back to the café. On the table, two cups of coffee and a slice of cake was served.

“Hmm? Oh, just thinking about this party the museum’s throwing this weekend,” you took your cup, blowing, contemplating your next words.“Say, how about you and I, I don’t know, go as dates?”

Steve crunched his brows. “You know that’s a hard thing for me to do, especially with your colleagues around.”

“I know! But maybe… maybe, you can go in one of your disguises this time? Remember that one time we went to Central Park?”

Steve exhaled, he remembered that afternoon. It was the one-off that you both ventured on a date in the outdoors. 

Decked in his beanie, casually strolling through Central Park with you beside him. Although he was still wary, keeping his hands in his pockets, fighting the urge to hold your hand. 

No one had recognized him; not the ice-cream man, not the kids running around, not the mothers pushing strollers. No one. 

“I’ll see what I can do.”

You leaned forward, pecking him on the lips multiple times. “Thank you!”

“You sure this looks convincing?”

“Trust me, punk. Grade A assassin here, thank you very much,” Bucky boasted while fixing the wig on his scalp, untangling the unruly strands.

Steve had sought Bucky for help, with the belief that assassins were good at hiding in plain sight (and maybe, he just didn’t want to go to Natasha twice). Bucky was also his most trusted confidant and he knew about you, Steve trusted him not to tell. But now looking at himself in the opposite mirror, he wasn’t so sure of that anymore. 

Long dangly tresses hung on the sides of his face parting in the middle, a trimmed beard leaving a bit of goatee, and to finish it off, Bucky dressed him in a checkered shirt consisting of random coloured squares. He looked like he just stepped out of the 60’s.

“Oh, wear these,” Bucky handed him a pair of large wire-framed glasses. “Done.”

Steve took a look in the mirror. A seedy pimp was the first thought that crossed his mind.

“Thanks Buck, I owe you one.”

“Sure Stevie, just bring me around next time on one of your dates, I’d like to meet her,” Bucky winked. “Or make it double.” He wagged his brows. “Like old times.”

Steve snorted.

“Okay, I got—“ Steve’s words halted when an alarm blared overhead. It demanded their attention.

“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, your presence is required in Prep Room six,” called the disembodied voice. “There’s been a breach of extraterrestrial energy in the airspace of Sweden.”

Steve exited and rushed through the hallways, Bucky following close behind. He made it through the living quarters, trudging to the training wing before entering one of the many prep rooms. 

“Nice costume, Cap. Halloween already?” Sam quipped. Almost everyone was present, they were equally amused.

Before anyone else could follow, Tony strided in immediately, grumbling. “Okay team, there’s been an E.T synthezoid putting holes in the ozone layer. I’ll fill you all in the quinjet. Suit up and meet me at the hangover in 10.”

Everybody gathered their equipment and hurried to leave, passing by him. Before Tony could, he took notice of Steve and did a double take. And then a third. 

“What’s with the pimp daddy get-up, Capsicle?” 

Steve huffed, ignoring the jab. “I have something that I need to attend. How important am I in this, Tony?”

“We need all hands on deck. We don’t really know what we’re up against, Fury’s still running recon,” Tony explained, squaring his shoulders. “Whatever it is you have, Cap. It can wait. Lives are at stake here.” With that, he left, not standing by for a response.

“Darn it,” Steve cursed, removing the glasses and the wig.

He left the prep room with his shield in hand. With one hand, he shot a text to you. He’ll make it up next time.

Loverboy [6:30 PM]: Emergency mission

Loverboy [6:30 PM]: Can’t make it, sorry

You switched the screen off, sighing. Around you, the party was in full swing. Invitees mingling with refreshments in hand, discussing the pieces on display tonight, and bidding on the pieces they find exquisite. Hors d’oeuvres and champagne were being served, brought around by servers on silver platters. You’ve been munching on them non-stop, grabbing one every time a server comes your way, needing something to occupy you.

Surrounding you, you’d see the occasional couple walking around, enjoying their time. The palms of their hands locked in each other’s as they navigate together, rarely straying afar. 

You clenched your hand, reminded of how empty it felt. 

It was inevitable, you were warned of this, you were told to expect this. Dating a superhero meant that he was never solely yours. You were sharing your boyfriend with someone, except that someone was the world. 

“Hiiii!” a shrill voice broke your thought, calling you by name. A blonde woman, followed by a brunette emerged from the gathering of art-goers, headed towards you. “It’s been a long while!”

“Hey! Yeah, it’s been awhile,” you waved, recognizing the two. 

When they reached you, you were aware of the slight tension in the air, leaving the three of you standing awkwardly. After all, these two were your ex-colleagues and you didn’t exactly leave the previous gallery on good terms. Tonight was a night with masks, it seemed.

“So, how are you two doing?” you decided to get it over with.

“We’re fine, everyone’s fine! But how are you? We heard you worked here now, pretty impressive,” the brunette —Claire— winked at you. You laughed.

“Yeah, it’s so nice seeing you again, and at the Whitney? The pay must be good, you know what I’m saying?” Hilda chimed, knocking her elbows with yours. You didn’t appreciate it but you endured.

 “Say, what are you doing over here far away? Why not you join us over there,” Hilda pointed, towards a mounted canvas at the end of the hall. It was occupied by two men in a discussion among themselves. “Chat a bit to catch up, a bit of art philosophical debate in between. What do you say?”

You contemplated her offer, not wanting to seem pretentious, but thought about the false flattery and ego-stroking that would sure ensue in their company. The thought of it drained you.

“It’s okay,” you waved them off nervously. “I have to call my boyfriend sooner, gotta check up on him and let him know I’m... alright.” You held up your phone, playing on convincing.

“Oh? He isn’t here tonight?” Claire seemed to feign worry. 

“No, he got caught up with something. He’s a busy man,” you cooked up an excuse. No one could know. 

“Okay… In that case, we’ll leave you to it. Maybe we’ll bump into each other sooner.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys soon.”

They waved before backing away into the mass of patrons. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held in. 

While the interaction was unexpected, this was what you had to deal with when it came to the question of your relationship. The excuses, they became second nature to you. The lies. The deceit. Anything to protect Steve’s identity, and inadvertently, you.

Throughout the night, you mingled with any clients interested in a work of art, all the while stepping out of Hilda and Claire’s line of sight. You didn’t wish a repeat of the earlier evening.

When the crowd started dwindling, signalling the end of the night, you were relieved of your duties. You headed straight for the restrooms after, one getaway before leaving. You huddled yourself in a cubicle, locking it shut.

Seconds in, you heard the creak of the restroom door followed by the clicks of heels.

“Can you believe it? Someone like that got the chance of working here.” 

You recognized the nasally tone. It was Claire. 

“Yeah? Not like she deserves it. I mean look at her? Demure, slow. It’s like talking to a mouse. I bet she’s a prude too.” That was Hilda.

The gushing of the faucet muffled their voices, but their sharp words were clear as day, your ear catching every snark and hiss.

“And when she was talking about her boyfriend? He probably doesn’t even exist, it was just to get off our backs,” Hilda paused. “Last time I heard, her boyfriend dumped her. So, I guess she’s creating imaginary ones now.” 

They both cackled.

By now, you knew they were talking about you. Their words didn’t hurt as much, you knew the colour of their hearts beneath the masks. But was that how people viewed your hidden relationship? A facade? A farce?

Once the door clicked shut, and the tapping of their heels faded, you left the restroom, heart feeling heavier.

(y/n) [6:45 PM]: stay safe stevie ! remember to hydrate

(y/n) [6:46 PM]: punch those meanies

(y/n) [6:46 PM]: (`⌒*)⍟-(`⌒´Q)

Steve chuckled when he turned on his phone, amused at your texts. You always sent him good luck messages every time he went off for missions. Although he didn’t seem to get the emoticons that you sent, even after being taught by Peter Parker. He just didn’t get them.

Steve dialed your number, sitting on the edge of the bed as he dried his washed hair. Beeps ringed before you picked up, your smooth lilt permeating the speakers. 

“Hello? Stevie?”

Steve smiled, missing the caress of your voice after a day filled with explosions and cries.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted. “How’s my girl been?”

“Great, now that you called,” you teased. “But are ‘you’ fine?” you emphasized.

On the other end of the line, you mirrored his position, sitting on one corner of the bed. Picking the newspaper in your lap, you observed the front page: ‘Avengers saves the Arctic!’ 

“Same old, same old,” his voice carries. “Listen, about yesterday—“

“It’s okay,” you interrupted him, other hand gripping the newspaper. “You have to protect the Earth and that also means me. You don’t have to apologize, I knew what I signed up for.” 

Did you? Or was it now a hollow statement to convince yourself?

“I still want to make up for it, my girl deserves that much,” he responded.

You slowly unclenched the paper. It left Steve’s form crinkled.

“If you want to sooo bad,” you exaggerated. “There’s a Valentines charity ball for our arts program in three weeks time. You think you could make it this time?”

“You know no promises, but I plan to, even if I have to do everyone’s laundry for a week.” You heard rustling on the other line. “What’s the exact date? I’ll put it on my calendar.” 

“The 16th.” Scratchy scribbling filled your ear, the sound loud in the silence. 

“Done. Can’t wait to see you all dolled up, sweetheart.”

“Me too, baby,” you said. “At least put on a nice moustache this time.”

He laughed. Your heart felt lighter. To him, it was probably nothing, but to you, it was a form of reassurance. A reassurance that what you had was real.

“Steve, you got a moment?”

The aforementioned man turned around, taking a glance over his shoulder. Sharon Carter slowed to a stop, a small smile on her face. As always, she carried an air of superiority, matching that of Steve’s wavelength. Yet today, it seemed dim.

“I think we need to talk, you have time for coffee?”

Glancing at his watch, he nodded. “Sure, Sharon. Lead the way.”

She took them outside of S.H.I.E.L.D and into the chilly air of DC, navigating through streets and crowds while huddling in their coats. They chatted, breaths puffing as they caught up, the familiar scenes passing by.

He hadn’t been in DC in awhile, it felt good to be back. 

“We’re here.”

Sharon headed in first, holding the door for him. He thanked her. They ordered and got seated. A smile was shared, strained as it seemed. 

“Better just rip the band-aid off,” Sharon sighed. “I miss us.” 

“Sharon—“

“Please, hear me out first,” she insisted, showing her palm. “We probably shouldn’t have done what we’ve done after Aunt Peggy’s funeral. I just lost someone I looked up to the most, and you lost the woman that you loved. We were both grieving. It wasn’t fair to the both of us.”

“While I do miss us, I know that it wasn’t meant to be,” she continued, shooting a sombre smile. “I understand that now. I guess, what I wanted was closure.”

Her hand quivered on the table between them. Steve clasped his over hers, offering to soothe.

“I don’t regret what happened in Germany. While yes, it should have not happened, it was what we thought we needed at that time. We both lost someone we held dear,” Steve explained, hoping his words reached her. “None of it was a mistake, Sharon. You’re still someone I trust and hold dear, remember that.”

Steve clutched her hand tighter, running his thumb over her knuckles in circular motions, attempting to calm and show understanding.

In his efforts, unknown to the two, the shutter of a camera went off across the street.

Something felt off. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. At first, you thought it was your own anxious mind running. 

You woke up late on a work day, burned your eggs and toast, accidentally wore unmatching socks, and your roommate was acting weird. All jittery when you entered the hall, stammering her words, and performing this bizarre dance when you walked past the living room. You gave her no mind when you passed the threshold and slammed the door, phone gripped in hand.

Loverboy [6:00 AM]: Good morning, dear 

Loverboy [6:01 AM]: [image]

A photo of Steve, sweaty after a run showed on the screen. He was smiling, shirt stained and clinging to his chest. You had taught him how to take selfies.

You [7:20 AM]: morning, handsome

You [7:20 AM]: 😍😍😍 

The morning texts were the best part of your morning commute. It made the arduous and packed journey worthwhile. Even when you almost tripped at the doors, it couldn’t take away your joy.

You made it just in time and clocked in, meeting clients and discussions with artists throughout the day. It was uneventful, although the bad luck seemed to have followed when you spilled your coffee on the concrete.

It was when you left the museum that your day took a turn for the worst.

On the ride home, the man opposite you was reading a newspaper. Nothing unusual, but at a glance, you thought you saw a familiar face printed on the corner. Before you could take a closer look, the man folded it in half and got off.

A few minutes later, you arrived at your stop, exiting the station with the fast-paced crowd. That’s when you were bombarded.

Lining the streets, your vision was filled with the scattering of a crowd of papers. Every face you saw was plastered in them.

‘The Good Captain In Love?’

‘A Superhero & A Civilian Romance?’ 

‘Captain America’s Girl? Mysterious Woman Sighted’

The sight of them left you in a panic, your anxiety spiking through the roof. Your world started spinning, everything —buildings, trees, faces— blending altogether. Everywhere your eyes deflected, a headline invaded your sight, imprinting itself on your retinas. Had they found out?

Composing yourself, you headed towards the nearest news stall, mind boggled with too many questions and not enough answers. How? Why? When?

Only, it wasn’t your face they were publishing.

‘“Oh Captain, My Captain” America in love? Spotted last week in DC was Captain Steven Rogers with a mysterious lady. They seemed to be cozy with each other, an eyewitness told Us Weekly. Story on Page 11.’

The photograph showcased Steve with a blonde woman, sitting in a café with their hands clasped on the table. Your heart shattered at the sight, remembering how empty yours have felt lately. 

Was he purposely out with this woman in public? What did that mean for you? Why were you shadowed?

“Are you and Steve… okay?”

“She’s creating imaginary ones now.”

“Aren’t you tired? Of all this sneaking around?”

“You know that’s a hard thing for me to do.”

“Hey lady, you gonna pay for that?”

You were shaken out of your stupor. Looking down, you were clutching the magazine too hard, ripping the image of Steve and the woman in half, right in the middle where their hands met.

You apologized to the man and paid for the magazine. Immediately discarding it in the next trash bin you saw.

“So… you and Sharon?” Sam had asked him after training.

“What?” 

“You, and, Sharon,” Sam emphasized, pronouncing each syllable. “Are together. Man, when were you gonna tell me? I thought it was over.”

Steve froze before replying, “Because it is. A long time ago.”

“Well, this seems to say otherwise.” 

Sam showed him his phone, the screen displaying an article; ‘Captain America’s Girl Revealed. A Family Affair That Transcends Time.’ On top of the article was a photo of him and Sharon at the cafe in DC, his hand atop of hers on the table. A zoomed in version of their hands were provided, fueling the tabloid’s narrative.

Steve paled at the sight. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was his fears manifested; his anonymity taken, his privacy invaded, but his worst fear was putting his loved ones in danger. And if it was due to their association with him, it would leave him racked with guilt. 

While the tabloids were wrong, he knew that Sharon could defend for herself. You on the other hand… 

His heart rate rose, a new wave of anxiety spiked. Steve wondered if you’ve seen this. No, you must’ve seen this. 

Fishing for his phone, with clammy hands, Steve quickly dialed your number, anxiously waiting for the beeping to end. 

‘The number you’ve dialed is not—‘

“Damn it!”

His outburst surprised Sam, shocking him. Sam gave him a look, inquisitive. 

“Sorry Sam, I have to run.” 

He left, heart in his throat.

When Steve arrived at your apartment, he was almost out of breath. He was still anxious, the ride here not doing much to his addled mind. But he was determined.

Rapidly knocking on your front door, Steve composed himself. When it opened, he was met with the sight of your roommate -- the one that he has never met before.

“Ca-Captain America?” she yelped, shocked to see him on the doorstep.

“Is your roommate in?” he steeled.

“Which one—” 

“Steve,” a voice interrupted.

The door pulled further, widening the entrance. Steve was met with your familiar roommate. She was tense, arms locked across her chest, eyes full of fury. Steve detected something else in them; worry.

“You fucked up,” she said. He winced.

“I know,” he admitted. “And I’m here to make things right. Can I please see her?”

She sighed, stepping in, nodding towards your room. 

Steve hastily walked in, stopping in front of your door. He knocked thrice, signalling you, before turning the knob. It was unlocked. The room was dark when he entered, every source of light switched off, except for your curtains. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed was you, figure illuminated by the street lights against pitch black darkness. When he stepped in closer, you looked up, eyes meeting his. 

Steve turned on the lights and closed the door. He took a good look at you; hair frazzled, eyes bloodshot and dry, nose red. You were the image of heartbreak.

“Are you ashamed of me?” you asked, eyes locked with his. 

“What? No, I—“

“Is it because I’m not strong?” you cut him off. “I know she’s Peggy’s niece… a-and I know how much you loved her. She was your first love.”

“She and I, it’s all in the past. She moved on and lived her life, and I… did too.”

“But did you really, Steve? Move on?” you whispered, getting up. You stood in front of him. Steve could see how puffed your eyes were from crying. “Or was I just… a rebound?”

“No. No, you were never a rebound,” he took hold of your forearms. “I care for you, too much.”

“Then why?!” you shrieked, shocking Steve. “Why the secrets? Why the hiding? Steve, you’ve never even introduced me to your friends. Shouldn’t they know?”

“I wanted to protect you!”

“Protect me from what?!” you roared, eyes full of fury. “The Avengers? If they knew about me, they would protect me. Don’t you think so?”

Steve had no words to that, his mind a jumbled mess.

“I’m… beginning to think that you’re embarrassed with me,” you sighed. “We’ve never been on a date publicly, as each other. We’ve never held hands in public. I want you to meet my friends. I want to introduce you to them, and maybe soon, I want you to meet my family.”

“B-but, I’m tired, Steve. Tired of all the hiding. Of all the sneaking around. I want to tell the world that I’m in love with Steve Rogers, not Captain America,” you sighed, shedding a few tears.

You waited for his reply, only to be disappointed. 

“You know I can’t do that.”

You saw red. All you saw was red. 

You started pushing him, swatting him in the chest. Steve didn’t fight back, letting you unleash your anger, your disappointment. He took your hits, letting you release your pent up emotions. He began backing away when you started advancing, back against the door.

“Get out! Get out!” you screeched, pushing him.

When he unlocked the door and crossed, you immediately shut the door in his face. Steve heard sobbing from inside, his heart shattering at the sounds. 

“This way, Captain,” your roommate approached him, showing him to the door.

Steve relented, shame flooding him. He fucked up.

You stopped visiting The Sleeping Cat, wanting to avoid him at all costs. You blocked his number. You immersed yourself in your work, prepping for the upcoming charity gala. 

Sometimes you find yourself thinking about him when sleep proved to be difficult. It’s when you’re laying at night that you missed him the most.

But it was for the best, you reasoned. For you and him.

The Avengers PR had pushed for a fix-it, publishing a story that spoke a truth. ‘Just Friends: Romantic Allegations Proved False’. Steve had hoped you’d seen it. 

He called you every day but found himself blocked from everything. He still tried, hoping you’d come around one day. He came by The Sleeping Cat every other day, sitting in the same spot, hoping to catch you. 

But you never came.

You clasped the necklace in place, admiring how it sat on your clavicle through the mirror. You took a step back and took yourself in, smiling at what you saw. It didn’t reach your eyes.

Today was the day of the Valentines gala and you weren’t feeling particularly giddy about it. 

Opening your phone, you stared at the one contact that stood out, finger hovering over his name. That name used to give you so many feelings, but today it was a reminder that you were going alone, again.

Sighing, you threw it in your purse and left. Another lonely night, and on an even celebrating love.

Days turned into weeks, and soon, before he knew it, the day of your Valentines gala arrived. 

Steve stared at the calendar. The heart-shaped doodle he drew called out to him, reminding him of fond memories. Fond memories that seemed like a distant dream. But then, he went back to last week, and it all came crashing.

He had hurt you. While thinking he was protecting you, he hadn’t realized he was inadvertently pushing you away. He had no one to blame but himself. 

He loved you. No, still loves you. You grounded him, gave him the normalcy that he craved. Reminded him of a distant time before he was Captain America. 

You made him feel like the boy from Brooklyn again.

While he was ruminating in his feelings, Steve was caught off-guard when the door burst open with Tony Stark coming through. From his peripheral, he could see Bucky and Sam peeking through the frame.

“Heard from the Manchurian Candidate that someone has a case of the achy breaky heart,” Tony said, smug.

“Leave me alone, Tony. I’m not in the mood,” he grumbled, setting down the calendar. 

“And leave you wallowing like shit while your girl is out there probably equally miserable? I know a thing or two about women, Rogers, and it’s that they don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Tony snapped his fingers and from behind, Sam came in with a tuxedo in hand.

“Thought you might need this,” Sam said. 

Bucky came out behind him, with a brush and can of hairspray. “And I still know how to do hair.”

“And I have friends in places,” Tony quipped. “I can get you in.”

Steve was surprised. His friends had surprised him. You would’ve loved them. He was left speechless.

“What are you waiting for, Cap? Suit up.” Tony winked.

Swirling the glass of rosé, your gaze fell towards the dance floor. An upbeat song was being played as people flocked near the middle, letting their bodies take charge for the night. You saw your former co-workers among the throng, hands thrown around their significant others, having the time of their lives.

The gala was in full swing, if the crowd and chatter was any indication. Red and roses were the main theme, with a red carpet stretching from the grand staircase towards the main hall and roses lining every corner and wall. Taking it all in, you were proud to see your ideas visualized and work came to fruition.

You sipped your rosé, enjoying every bit of the gala as you could. From the sidelines, you spoke with a few potential clients and art collectors. Their presence made you feel your importance, and if you dared say it, a little less lonely.

It was during one of your little chats that you didn’t realize when the hall suddenly fell quiet. You turned around when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi folks, mind if I crash your party?”

Steve smiled at Tony’s antics. They both had arrived at the gallery dressed in their best, and with Tony’s connections, they were granted access. 

Stepping down the grand staircase, Steve felt all eyes on him. He paid them no mind, the thought of you the only occupant of his racing mind. Gazing over the crowd, Steve spotted you to the side, occupied in a chatter. 

Taking deliberate steps, Steve soon found himself behind you. He admired your gown and hair, it entranced him. You still hadn’t registered his presence, even when your partner had ceased chatting and was now staring at him.

With a tap on your shoulder, he was taken away as immediately as you spun around. Steve took in your whole image; your dolled-up face, your intricate dress, your styled hair. It left him floored.

You always did manage to take his breath away. Was this what he had been missing out all this time?

Taking your unoccupied hand, Steve pressed a small kiss before meeting your eyes. 

“May I have this dance?”

Giving away your drink, you took his hand as he pulled your towards the centre, taking space among the crowd. A slow number started, and before you realized, you were swept in a slow dance. It didn’t take long before you felt the sensation of his two left feet.

“Sorry, a hundred years and you’d think I’d know how to dance,” he said.

A small smile lightened your face. Steve savoured it all he could. Gulping, he took the first step.

“I’m... sorry for what I’ve done. I realize now that you were right,” he started. “I thought I was protecting you, but now I see that all it did was push you away. You have all the rights to be mad at me. I was being an idiot, a selfish one. I didn’t think about how you felt about it.”

You winced. Steve had stepped on your toes again. He murmured an apology, resorting to swaying instead.

“Can we start again? No more hiding. No more disguises,” he breathed, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “ We can meet your friends, you can meet mine. Bucky’s been pestering me to bring you to the compound, he wants to meet you.”

You laughed. How Steve had missed the tune.

“How can I make it up to you? How do you want to take the first step? A picnic at Central Park? Dinner at the compound? A trip to the beach?”

You seemed to contemplate, a thoughtful look on your face. You both failed to realize all the eyes on you two.

“How about now?”

“Right here? Right now?” he asked.

“Yes, right here, right now,” you said, determined.

Without hesitation —no more— Steve dived in, planting a kiss on your wine-coloured lips for the whole world to see. Your first kiss in public, yet it felt as if it was only the two of you there, lost in the moment. 

You both didn’t notice the gasping crowd nor the clicks of cameras from photographers nor the booming laughter of Tony Stark. You both only felt the other in your orbit, and that was all that mattered.

“Can you put that down? You’ve been staring at it for the past hour.”

You pouted, setting the frame on the side table, where it has been designated since its publication. 

“I can’t help it, I think it’s a good shot. Don’t you think so, Alpine?” you petted the snowy white cat lazing on the arm of the sofa. Its’ purrs intensified.

“Dinner’s ready!” Bucky shouted.

You and Steve left the room, joining the others in the dining room for dinner. On the side table, the framed article sat neatly, showcasing the tale of the famed occurrence that took place at a charity gala.

‘America’s Girl: The Modern Woman of The Captain’s Dreams.’

Fin.