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eve-evil-lair · 5 years ago

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PlayTime, Nikolay & Freya, Human (F) x Werewolf (M), NSFW

*coughs * Sure Not Doom @followmetoyourdoom Here’s your prompt LOL. I decided to approach this one with already established relationship :3 This one is getting into the grapefruit level of citrus scale. Reblog and comment in tags or wherever if you like this! I really appreciate!

Tagging @monster-bait again o/ Enjoy.

“Okay, sweetie, have fun,” Freya hugged Kitty as her daughter joined the group of the girl scouts. The Sparrows were going on a weekend-long trip in the woods to gain some new badges.

“I will! Have fun with Nikolay too,” the little girl waved as she ran off to her friends not seeing the amused looks her mother gave her boyfriend.

“Bye, cupcake!” Nikolay still called after her, trying to ignore Freya.

“Oh, we are definitely going to have fun,” Freya nudged him and wiggled her eyebrows. “Don’t you think it’s so convenient that the trip falls right on the full moon~”

“You are terrible,” Nikolay sighed, comically raising his eyes to the sky. “You sure they are going to be okay?” He seemed a little worried.

“Kitty can take care of herself, we both made sure of that, no?” Freya looked at him softly. It warmed her heart when he behaved so dad-like to Kitty.

“True, she is a resourceful one,” he finally admitted. When the bus finally left he turned toward the car. “Ready to go home?” He asked opening the door for her.

“Yesss~” she giggled as she sat behind the wheel.

The drive was short since the city they lived in wasn’t that big. Climbing the stairs to Freya’s flat they already started kissing. Nikolay pressed her to the wall, while her sneaky hands drew over his chest. They barely managed to open the door, too intoxicated with each other. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, brushing through his hair with her fingers. They shut the door behind them and fortunately managed to aim well for the couch as they tumbled onto it. Clothes were discarded to be found, or not, later on. She dragged her nails over his back leaving red marks and her teeth sank in.

He growled in response. “God I missed you,” he pulled her hair exposing her neck for open mouth kisses and leaving red marks.

“Making love on a couch?” She giggled and gasped as he sucked particularly hard.

“And a table, over the wall,” he muttered. “Being loud.” He peppered her chest with sloppy kisses.

“Mmmm, yes,” she stretched pushing her chest to him.

“Should we- should we wait?” He looked at her. “I mean there’s still a couple of hours-” he didn’t finish because she grabbed his head and pushed it between her boobs.

“Absolutely not,” she announced as he laughed.

“Yes, ma’am.” He slipped onto the floor removing the rest of her clothes, particularly her underwear with his teeth. The next hour or two passed in a frenzy of quickened breath, mixed moans and the wet slap of two bodies together.

Having satisfied their initial craving, they took their time to get ready for Nikolay’s transformation. Freya cooked while he took a shower. The dinner passed with giggles and under the table touches. They were adults.

Finally, Fritz went downstairs to the basement to change as the sun was about to set and the moon was soon to raise. This was the part with the most nerves for Freya. She hated knowing how painful it was for him. It took some time for him to gather himself back together and it took a good couple hours on its own. But then he would be back, taller and fluffier and they could get back to where they left off.

She put on a movie to wait it out. The time passed and she didn’t notice when she passed out in front of the TV until a strong, fluffy set of arms was carrying her to the bedroom.

“Wazztime?” She slurred out trying to wake up as he set her down.

“11 pm,” Nikolay replied and knelt next to the bed.

“Mmm, you’re back,” she hummed and stroked his head tickling his ear. Then she grinned. “Who’s a good boy~”

His ears perked up and his eyes sparkled. The tail behind him thumped.

“Who’s a good boy! Who?” She grinned as his whole body wiggled waiting for the answer. “You are!”

He barked happily and made a circle around himself, his tongue lolling out. Suddenly he halted and squinted at her in his best ‘annoyed Husky’ look. “You’re mean!”

Freya fell over laughing loudly.

“Terrible!” he huffed, ears flopping back.

She wheezed tears in her eyes. “You fall for this every time!”

“I can’t help it!” He flopped on the floor folding his arms and pouting. “You know that!”

“I do.” She continued giggling. “Come on~” She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, sinking a little into the thick fur. “You promised.”

“I don’t know, my dignity has been damaged!” He sniffed, a bit overdramatic but one ear perked up, the other still stubbornly laying down.

Freya giggled and grabbed a rope tossing it over him and pulling to her. “Well, what are you going to do now?” She looked over him from above.

He licked her across the forehead. She laughed and pushed him back. “Gross!”

“Hey, you usually like it when I do that,” he snickered, tail thumping again.

“Not over my face!” She protested and stuck her tongue at him. They stared at each other for a moment before snorting. He leaned forward his head and they nuzzled each other. “Big fluffy doof.” She chuckled and scratched behind his ears.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand. “Okay, show me the ropes.” He sighed.

“Oh, I’m gonna~” She grinned and he glared at her.

“No, no puns, we are not punning tonight, this is no pun zone,” he put his finger to her lips. She licked it and he snorted through his nose.

She kept grinning as she gathered the rope in her hands again. “I haven’t heard the safeword.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. “But seriously you remember the safe word, right?” She checked.

“Dolphins,” he deadpanned. “I still can’t believe-”

She shushed him. “No more talking, now be a good boy and stand up.” She got on her legs standing a bit wobbly on the bed.

Nikolay shook his head but did as she asked. The ropes were mostly just for show since he could easily rip them apart but it still played a nice fantasy for both of them. Freya worked for a bit, tying an intricate harness around his body. He groaned when the rough texture wrapped around his balls. It sent a small shudder through him and a bit of his cock peeked from its sheath.

She noticed it and stroked it a little, evoking a small groan. Freya smirked and checked the knots. Then she asked one last question. “Did you put the plug in?” she stroked the base of his tail in circles.

“Y-yeah, when you were having a nap,” he breathed out.

“Okay, good, good.” Satisfied with that she moved back and got to the floor. “Get on the bed.” She ordered him and he obeyed kneeling in the middle of it.

Freya undressed and he admired her. The wild, red hair, the freckles covering her arms and thighs. The soft curves of her breasts, stomach and especially her ass. Mmmm…. He wanted to have that again. His hands strained against the ropes but he managed to stay put. She noticed his struggles and smirked. Out of the drawer, she pulled out a bottle of lube, her trusty strap on and approached the bed.

She made herself comfortable on the pile of pillows and grabbed the end of the rope that was hanging around his neck like a lead. She pulled him down, his head hovering over her chest.

“Now, don’t be so idle and get to work,” she ordered. “Lick.”

He wanted to throw a quip about how now she wants him to lick her but was a bit too excited to do what she wanted. His long, textured tongue started at the underside of her chest and dragged up. He swirled around her nipple, lapping at it and kissing it. He worked slowly, making sure not to leave a spot untouched, once he was done with one he moved to the other one and looked at her.

The blush on her cheeks spread down her throat and her lips were slightly parted as her breath grew heavier. She barely stopped a small hitch of her voice as he used his chin and pressed onto her nipple rubbing it.

“Good boy,” she breathed out and stroked his head.

Yes, he was a good boy. The goodest boy. He licked up to her pulse and she arched her neck. Oh, he liked the sound she made. He wanted to kiss her but she pushed his mouth back. Her foot went up to the middle of his torso, forcing him away from her.

“You forgot a spot~,” she singsonged. After a moment of confusion on his part, he noticed her tapping over the soft mound between her thighs. She spread her soaking folds and he felt so thirsty.

Ever so obedient, Nikolay ducked his head down, pushing his body to slide over the bed. He drew his tongue over the insides of her pussy tasting her and inhaling her scent. He growled and she yanked the lead a little.

“No,” she tsked at him. “Naughty boy.”

He pouted but tried to keep himself in control as he pushed his tongue inside her and she groaned her back arched and she hooked one leg over his shoulder. He smiled knowing he was doing good. He moved his tongue quickly, pushing in and out of her, twisting it and moving in circles. His eyes fixed on her as much as possible.

She writhed under him, her hips rolled under his mouth and her mouth was open, panting and moaning so loudly. It was music to his ears. Finally, she tugged the rope gently.

“Up, move up,” she moaned.

He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit and now he had both her legs around his head. If he could Nikolay would have been purring as he lapped at the stiff pearl.

Freya sucked in air. Her free hand gripped onto the sheet tightly, her knuckles going nearly white as electricity coursed through her body. She panted loudly and closed her eyes shut enjoying deeply what he was doing. If she had to choose, Freya would have said she preferred his werewolf side. That tongue could work magic, not that his human one couldn’t. It just had both reach and flexibility.

The tight coil that has been building up in her core finally snapped and she cried out as her orgasm hit her. She shuddered and arched her back, her legs locking around him tightly.

He waited patiently until her grip loosened and he could pull away. The rope fell out of her hand and he stretched himself forward, licking her cheek a little. She giggled and kissed him, humming happily. Her fingers sank into his fur and she scratched his head much to his delight.

“You’re a very good boy! You deserve a bit of a reward now don’t you?” Her voice was still a bit husky.

“Yes, yes please~” he mumbled against her hand.

“Do you want your hands free?” She asked sweetly.

“Yes, please.” He wiggled his shoulders a little as his hands worked against the ropes.

“Okay, now, lay on your tummy and stick your pretty butt up,” she ordered as she moved out of the way. She untied his hands and he sighed, rolling the joints in his shoulders. Much better.

He wrapped his hands around the pillow in front of himself. Next to the bed, Freya was putting the strap-on on. They previously agreed on which dildo she’d attach to it. It was big, purple and bulbous, well curved. It had a ribbed underside and a spine on top, studs ran along the edges of its ‘glans’. Nikolay could feel his dick twitch and something hot coil up in his underbelly as he watched her pour the lube on it. She climbed the bed and his breathing hitched when she grabbed him by his tail and pulled at the buttplug. He moaned as she pulled it out. He was near an orgasm feeling it breaking free from him. Breathing heavily Nikolay shivered as Freya spread the cool liquid over his pucker.

“Good boy,” she praised him. “Do you want this?” She teased the tip of the toy at his loosened hole and he whined.

“Yes, please.”

She grinned and pushed in as he relaxed, breathing out. He shuddered as she filled him and clenched his hand over the pillow. “God.”

“It’s just Freya, sweetie.” She chuckled. “Now be an even better boy and let me hear you being loud.” She started moving angling just right to hit his sweet spot. His already eager self groaned and his hips rocked as she fucked him. The toy rubbed him in all the good ways. He was now up on his elbows, spine arched and mouth gaping, panting. Then she grabbed one of the knots on his rope harness and pulled squeezing his balls and he cried out a moan. His dick swayed with each thrust generously leaking precome. He stared up the ceiling, eyes hazed and tongue lolling.

Freya enjoyed herself immensely. She loved slamming into him and hearing those joyous moans. She scratched the base on his tail and he nearly sobbed. He was high and she was the drug.

“Fuuuuuuck!” he moaned loudly. “Freya! I need-!”

“Come Nikolay, come for me,” she allowed and he shuddered, crying out her name that turned into a small howl by the end. He twitched and whined when she pulled out and stroked his back.

“Good job,” she praised and he smiled happily.

Getting up from the bed again she discarded the dildo for cleaning later and laid next to him. “How do you feel?” She stroked his head and scratched behind his ear.

“Hrm, good, very goooood,” he sighed and leaned to kiss her. “Good enough for one last go.” He grinned and she mirrored him.

“Excellent.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs.

They needed to completely replace the sheets by the end of the weekend. When Kitty returned she was met with both her parents very happy and snickering way too much. Truly, adults were weird.

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #werewolf #werewolf lover #grapefruit #my writing

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dc-fics-and-pics · 5 years ago

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Jason Todd x Harper reader pt 1

Conner is referring to Connor Hawke.

Warning: Cursing

Word count: 2202

It had been ages since you last saw your brother. After he left Oliver and speedy he would usually come back to visit you. It had been almost a year since he visited you last. Every time you would walk by one of his pictures in the hall you would get sad. You were very close growing up. You only had each other for a long time. When Oliver took you both in and trained you two, you could see him starting to grow away from you. Roy joined the Titans and Young Justice, outsiders... All while you stayed here. Star city your my home even though it isn't the best, You can't abandon it. He left and it looks like this time he stayed gone.

You moved out of the Queen Mansion a while ago. Connor was sad to see you go but you needed to be on my own. You still go out with them as Red Arrow but you just go back to my own apartment after. Thankfully you can actually call it yours now with your job as an assistant to one of Oli's top businessmen. If you're being honest Oliver did get you the job but you kept it and it pays really well.

You decide after a full day of running errands in the rain you decide its time to go home at the somewhat decent time of 8 o'clock on a Friday night. Unlocking the door to your apartment you step into the cool dark livingroom tempted to just plop down on the couch but remember that Connor was coming over to watch movies after his briefing with his dad and will probably be at your apartment at 10 o'clock.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you drag yourself into the shower for a quick pick me up before Connor arrives. After having to drag yourself out of the nice warm shower you put on a cute pajama set you impulsively bought last week. It was a maroon cropped velvet tank top with matching shorts. It felt a little weird for you to dress up for only Connor who had seen you bloody and dying before but something inside you coerced you to look cute tonight.

After making your way out of the bathroom you head to the kitchen to make dinner. You weren't the best chef but there were a couple of dishes you found adequate and Conner just appreciated anything edible. You decided to just boil some water for white rice and then start on some teriyaki chicken. You grab your bag of frozen potstickers out of the freezer and throw those on an oiled pan with some water.

Consumed in your cooking you barely notice the slide of a window opening. Thankfully the vigilante side of you perks up and you insightfully grab the knife the left of you. You duckt down hiding behind the counter. Checking you watch it's only 9 o'clock which is too early for Conner to be here. Peeking around the corner you see three large figures roll through the window in the living room across the kitchen. The figures whisper among themselves before one stands and starts to walk towards the kitchen. Before they step into the light. You pounce up throwing the chef's knife directly at the assailant. They expertly dodge it and jump forwards with their hands in the air in surrender.

Roy. his red hair is long and unruly. His blue eyes are wide and he stammers out, "Y/N stop it's me."

You scowl, "And?"

"Look," he sighs, "I know you are probably mad at me-"

"Probably!" You yell storming your way over to him, "Roy I am pissed at you, absolutely livid with your dumb ass."The two other figures step into the light concerned for their friend most likely. I step closer and pull the knife out of the wall pointing it at Roy's neck, "Get out."

"Y/N c' mon it's me you can't be mad at me forever," he pleads. You give him a dangerous look telling him you can and will be mad at him forever. "Okay you can but please don't I know it's been a while bu-"

"A while? Roy its been a year!"

"I know. I know I probably missed a lot-"

You laugh a dangerous laugh that runs shivers down the three's spine, "No Roy you didn't miss that much." you laugh sarcastically, " Just your own birthday, my birthday, my graduation, The fucking Star city apocalypse, My death!"

"Y-you died?" He finally speaks.

You can tell he was concerned but at this point you where to mad at you 'brother' to care, " Yeah Roy I died. It took Conner making a fucking deal with the devel to get Nyssa Al Ghul to dunk me that fucking magical hot tub to bring me back. And where whee you Roy! Out fucking Aliens?" you turn to the orange-skinned and pink-haired girl to the left of him," No offense."

She shakes her head, "N-None taken."

You sigh and turn around to check on your food making sure it didn't burn. After you turn off the burners in an uncomfortable silence you check your watch, 9:30, before talking, "Just go away Roy." you whisper out. "Conner is going to be here in 30 minutes and I don't want you here when he does.

You see Roys face scrunch up at Conners name and he stomps up to you," Why the hell is Connor Hawke coming over to your apartment at 10 o'clock at night?" he says to harsh for your liking.

"Because he always comes over on Fridays after briefing with Oli!" you don't have to answer to him but the little sister inside of you still does.

"What! Why? Is he like your boyfriend now?" Roy shouts blinking over a million times. Its something he does when he is in big brother mode.

"No." you answer truthfully, "But after the time you've been gone you don't get a say in it."

"Why him?" he answers so quietly you doubt the other two far behind hm could here.

"Because Roy, he's been a better brother to me in the last year than you have been in a long time," you whisper back equally as quiet.

This takes him by surprise and his shoulders slump at your hard gaze and he turns to leave. He signals his friends and they are out the same way they came in. And just in time the door knocks.

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Roy leads the others to a rooftop across from your apartment. He watches you open the door for Connor and he hugs you the way he used.

Jason lays a hand on his best friends shoulder in an attempt to be comforting, "It's okay dude you can win her back." Jason side-eyes Kori who is visibly upset at the secrets she thinks Roy has been hiding.

"There is no 'winning her back' Jason. She doesn't even need me around anymore she has Connor now."

"Yeah I mean I guess I'd be worried about other guys if my Ex-Girlfriend was as hot as her but-"

"Wait, what!" Roy shouts eyes wide.

"Oh uhm sorry man I mean pretty not trying to steal your girl he-"

"No! Oh God Jason NO!"

"What?" Jason was confused at Roys outbursts. Kori was less mad and moor intrigued now as she listened to the conversation.

"She's not my girlfriend dipshit Y/N is my sister!"

Jason and Kori both stand shocked for a while before Jason speaks, "I'm so confused."

"Y/N is my sister her name is Y/N Harper Oliver took us both in and she is now Red Arrow and Conner is like basically her new brother since I have kinda been an asshole to her recently."

"Ohhhh," Kori and Jason both say at the same time. "Well, that's wonderful!" Kori exclaims loudly.

"How?" Roy yells confused.

"Well," Kori starts," I thought you had been cheating on her with me. I was very upset with you Roy Harper. But now I see it was all just a misunderstanding."

"Yes," Roy sighs a misunderstanding," I can't believe you guys thought I dated Y/N that's disgusting oh my god." Kori chuckles and then they all stand in silence for a while, "Why are you being so quiet?" Roy asks Jason who just stares off into the distance.

Jason looks back at Roy with a sly smirk played on his lips, "So you're saying she single?"

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You woke up in your warm bed thankful it was a Sunday and you didn't have to work till 8 o'clock tomorrow. It was a long week and you really needed the day off after Roys surprise visit two days ago. You make your way out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast. Throwing some fruit in a blender you called it a day and flopped on the couch with your thick red drink. Slirping and scrolling you laid there before deciding to get dressed. It was a good thing you did because there was a knock a the door as soon as you finished. You answered the door in your black shorts black halter top with an unbuttoned red Star City Spartans jersey. Before you stood the man that Roy had brought when he came on Friday. You had recognized the orange girl from her time with the Teen Titan but this dark-haired and blue-eyed boy was foreign to you.

"Yes?" you asked the man in front of you.

"Can I talk to you please," he asks with sparkling blue eyes.

You figure that if he's a friend of Roy he can't be dangerous..."Yeah." you mumble opening the door more for the large man to walk in.

When he is fully inside he looks at you with a smile and jus his hand out at you, "Hi, I'm Jason."

"I'm Y/N," you say awkwardly. He stares at you for a minute."Do you want to sit down?" You ask gesturing to the couch.

"Yes thank you." he lets out a breath.

"So uhm what are you dong here Jason?" you ask sitting in the chair across from him.

"Look," he looks down," Roy is my best friend and it's my fault he hasn't been here with you. I got him caught up in all of my problems and he was just being a good friend and trying to help me."

You let out a sigh, " Jason you seem like a good guy but it was Roy's decision not to come back. I had never even heard of a Jason so when he just ran off and never came back I feared the worst. Till I saw him running around with you guys it just felt like he completely forgot about me. It made me realize I don't need a big brother anymore I'm an adult and I have been for 4 years I think it's better this way."

"Y/N if my experience with family has tough me anything it taught me that you can't just give up on them. They can make a ton of mistakes over and over and over again but family will forgive them and help them. So please I know you may not need Roy but he needs you. You have no idea how crushed he has been. It hurts me seeing him like this."

"That's sweet and all Jason I'm glad you are all lover dovey with your family bu-"

"Y/N when I was murdered when I was 15 my father never avenged me he just replaced me with someone new. When I came back I was so mad at him I came back and tried to kill him and my replacement. But my brothers didn't give up they helped me see that we are family and that that's wrong and the kid is my brother now. They still don't agree with my methods and I fight with my dad constantly but we both know that if we need each other we will be there."

The story sounded very familiar. Oliver had told you about it a year ago. You should have known with the dark hair and blue eyes, "You're the second Robin aren't you."

He sighed, "Yeah, just please for a fellow zombie give Roy a second chance."

You laugh and nod, "For a fellow zombie."

He smiles and stands up, "C' mon the flight to Gotham leaves in an hour."

"Wait, what!" you yell at his laughing form.

"Yeah Y/N, our base is in Gotham so let's go."

"No no no no no I have work tomorrow..."

"Take a week off you will be fine." he rolls his eyes.

"Jason I can't I have to call in early and find someone to fill in for me and-"

"I'll take you to a Spartans game," he offered eying your outfit.

"Fine." you agree.

After making several phone calls and pleading you finally have the week off. You had to promise to scope out Wyane enterprises but you are finally free. You just hope the son of its owner doesn't mind.

Jason walks you out of the apartment and chuckles to himself, "I can't believe you are a Spartans fan."

You scoff, "I'm from Star City I'm a die-hard Spartans fan."

"Eww, Gotham Knights all the way."

You gasp loudly, "How dare you!" you say dramatically, "Alteast you don't like the Metropolis Meteors."

Jason scoffs, "I. Would. Never." he says dramatically as you laugh.

Even if you have to deal with Roy for a week at least Jason isn't that bad.

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This will be a short mini-series with smut later on but you don't have to read that part if you don't want to.

2202 words.

#jason todd #roy harper #starfire #koriand'r #red hood and the outlaws #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #roy harper x sister #red hood #arsenal #outlaws #fanfiction #mini series

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starrystellars · 5 years ago

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hey moon (please forget to fall down) 1/9

a/n: hello, beautiful people! i’m finally back from my long ass hiatus with this new piece that i’m almost done writing!! this time i tried to stick with my gender neutral theme, not giving the reader any specific pronouns nor features. want all of yall to feel included uwu <3

synopsis: steve just wants to move on after the great battle, and to retire in peace. he moves back to his old block in brooklyn, trying to get a grip of life after losing most of his best friends for the world. all he wants to do is to read a lot of books and catch up on the list he wrote before going nomad. what happens when he finds out that falling in love wasn’t such a bad retirement plan after all?

genre: friends to lovers. fluff, slow burn (no, srly this candle has a burning time of a 900 hours)

warnings: suffocating fluff. some occasional cursing and dirty humour.

word count: 2430

Steve Rogers was a simple man. After the Great Battle, as the world would soon name their fight with Thanos, the super soldier just wanted to retire in peace. It was almost impossible to get back to the point where he used to be with his former team mates, especially since many of them lost their lives for the greater good, but at least he wanted to try. Returning the stones had been his own little conquest of trying to come clean with his aching heart, but even then, he felt bad while putting on his quantum realm-suit that had literally cost him a life of his bestest friends. Avenging was his rise and doom, and he wanted to get rid of it as the world was being rebuilt. All he wanted was a normal life.

So, with a little help from Sam and Bucky, he had packed his bags and moved out of the Avengers facility. With a quick Google search and a couple of calls later, Steve had found himself a cozy apartment from the very heart of Brooklyn, pretty close to his shabby, old street corner. New York never changed; even though for him it still smelled like home. The concrete walls and tarmac streets were familiar, a memory, and it was exactly what he needed after so many years of misery. Yes, it was hard to say good-bye to his best friends, who couldn’t stop bickering over which one of them could come over the next weekend, and which one would have to stay to overlook the new recruits, but Steve couldn’t help but to feel comfortable at leaving them into each other’s care. Those two had somehow bonded after the whole fiasco, and Steve was more than happy to pass on his legacy into their hands.

Leaving Captain America behind, he once again became Steve Grant Rogers. Maybe he wasn’t as sickly and broken as he was before the war, but he hadn’t lost the curious and gentle character, even after all the years. The flat he rented was a tiny two bedroom apartment, easily fitting the only things he had found from the Avengers facility’s ruins. The other one of the bedrooms was turned into a study, with lots of books stacked in the shelfs, left collecting dust for months until their owner would finally pick them up again. When he used to live in D.C, he had put up the shield on a ’parade place’, in the middle of the largest wall of the room, so this time he felt quite empty without it reminding him of the good ol’ days. With a sigh, he had given up, and hung up a small memoir art piece, in the memory of his passed friend Tony Stark, feeling the burn of fresh tears as they were trying to escape on his pale cheeks. It took him exactly a half a day to drag most of the stuff inside of his apartment and get everything in their place. The only box that he had left lying untouched outside of his apartment door was an old, light brown package, that had clearly taken a hit over the years. Most of his memories were stacked in there, and Steve wasn’t sure was he capable of bringing it over his doorstep just yet. It was like the box could curse his new and upcoming life, dragging him back to where he had started from. After juggling the thought in his head, he had finally peeled himself off the dark couch in his incredibly small living room situation, and marched through the door, that he had left cracked open for the moving-in-day. The apartment complex had been unusually safe enough to keep a door unlocked, since the area was surrounded by mostly families, and in Steve’s case, he wouldn’t have mind an intruder—he knew for sure he had the upper hand anyway. Being a former soldier, with enhanced abilities really prepped his ego. Without really thinking about it, Steve pushed his front door slightly open, looking down at the packaging like it was the heaviest thing in the universe. Carrying all the old memories from his previous life, into this new chapter of his journey, made him feel uneasy and nostalgic. He wasn’t sure was it a good idea to take things he saved from the ruins, to mess up with the clean slate he was headed towards to, but the package couldn’t wait for any longer. Even when it was New York, a city where not enough people cared about their neighbors, Steve was a proper gentleman with his own belongings. No one probably cared, but to the tall soldier, he wanted to give a proper impression of himself as a good citizen; or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was still a bit unsure about how people would picture a previous criminal living across the hallway. He was a nomad, after all, even when the government forgave all of the supers right after the blip happened. Still, Steve didn’t seem to feel so comfortable about how people would view him after so many years of judgement. Oh well. With all the questions playing in his head, Steve bent down to pick up the box he was literally having a staring contest with, trying his best not to damage the worn-out sides of the cardboard. It had seen better days, almost falling apart from all the tossing and turning, which had caused a couple of items escape as Steve had been moving other things around it, bumping into it. With a sigh, the tall man took the items into his hands, starting to pack them back on top of the other things, before getting distracted by footsteps coming along the long hallway. The green wallpaper and dim lighting didn’t really help out, when Steve turned his head to see whoever was living with him in the same building, since the man couldn’t figure up a face in the creepy space. It didn’t leave Steve wondering for a long time, as the man turned his interest back to whatever he was doing, finally getting all of the things secured. To be completely honest, he really didn’t need to see so much work for just the box alone, but he couldn’t help himself. After the horrifying things he had to go through with losing one of his best friends, and some of his team mates, Steve had picked up a habit of perfecting every single thing he came across. It made it feel like he had some kind of a control over his life, as he didn’t have anything else left. His inner monologue took a turn to something else, as the person passed him by with long steps. The only thing Steve got to see were the white sneakers passing by, and something that hit the floor with a slight clinging sound. With a blonde lock slipping away from the perfectly combed hair, it covered his eyesight enough for Steve to completely miss the person who literally almost flew past him. The door to the apartment across his own was opened and closed as fast as one could work a door, which was a lot. That’s how, with a sigh, the taller man took a gaze at the item that had fallen on the floor, while trying to resist the urge to pick it up; which ended up miserably. Steve ended up picking the item, reaching for it like a kid in a candy store, as he took a closer look at whatever he was holding. A keychain. Steve took a deep breath, as he tried to evaluate, should he get up and take the item to its original owner; or to just leave it there and pretend like nothing ever happened. He just couldn’t resist being the ‘oh-so-righteous’-man out of his time, as he always pretended to be, getting up on his feet to get to the door that was closed right in front of his eyes without a warning. Maybe he could’ve just forgot the whole thing, but his big heart told a completely different story. There was no way in hell, he would’ve let it all slide just like that. That’s why Steve indeed found himself behind the person’s door, ringing the bell that was hanging right next to the wooded door, that clearly had seen way better days. A silence fell over the corridor, as Steve waited for someone to pick up, trying to perk his ears to hear what the person on the other side of the door was up to. He could easily hear some muffled-up sounds from the apartment, mixed with some curse words, as he could finally hear clear footsteps nearing the door. Soon, the super soldier found himself being face-to-face with the person in question – and oh boy. The person standing in front of him was something that Steve hadn’t seen before. Previously as a fairly religious man, he had heard about angels before, but he never thought seeing one in person. Yes, he had gone to space, seen other countries, been to the most extravagant places as his time as an Avenger, but he had never seen something, someone, so beautiful and ethereal, before. Trying not to choke on his own words, the man finally opened up his mouth, while a fairly confused-looking person in front of him was eyeing the man up and down. The heavy pressure of the other person’s gaze made Steve feel almost uncomfortable, but he managed to clear his throat to cut the tension to pieces. “I’m sorry, but you seemed to drop something,” Steve said with a collected voice, putting up the keychain, that had a cute little mascot hanging off of it. The clear owner of the item seemed to blush ever so slightly, as they noticed the child-like item as their own, while looking a bit out of it; clearly confused about the whole situation. Steve could tell the bright redness creeping up on his neighbors cheeks, and he couldn’t help but to crack a slight smile at the adorable gesture. “You were in such a rush that I didn’t think you noticed it. Was I somewhat right?” “Yeah… I was in bit of a hurry, since I’m going to be late from work soon if I don’t run,” the person said with a frustrated, tone, and Steve knew he really intruded at the wrong time. However, the tension on the shorter person’s lips melted away, as they couldn’t stay mad at the thoughtful gesture. “But thank you. Seriously. I would’ve had to search for it the whole night if you hadn’t picked it up. Not that my boss would ever let me get off before midnight anyway.” “No worries, it was my pleasure,” the tall man let a slight smile creep up on his lips, feeling the unknown form of a nice gesture on his face. All those weeks, he had spent time frowning and trying to rebuild anything that was left of him, but somehow, he couldn’t resist the genuine smirk this specific time. The man handed the keychain back to its real owner, making the other person smile wide from ear to ear, and Steve couldn’t help but to feel the everlasting ice on his heart slowly starting to melt. The person he had known less than a minute, was so genuine and radiating, and it had been such a long time since Steve had witnessed such an empathetic person, that it almost left him confused. “I can’t really repay you this all, but if you ever need anything, just knock on my door, okay?” With a nod, Steve agreed to do so if ever needed, which almost made him hesitate a bit. Wasn’t it weird to intrude into someone else’s life like that? He really wasn’t sure. To be honest, he never even thought getting into too much details with the people who lived right across the hall from him, but life was full of surprises. In his life, Steve had seen a lot of those, especially after getting back from the ice, but somehow people still managed to amaze him time after time. “Sure. You can count on that,” Steve finally agreed, shaking his head ever so slightly, as he took a one step back from the door that was left wide open. “But weren’t you supposed to be in a hurry?” “Oh, yes, oh my God, I forgot!” The person yelped, almost jumping up from the sudden mood change, hurrying back inside, while leaving Steve standing on the corridor, looking like a complete fool with his awkward position, not trying to peek inside of the apartment like a creep. If Sam would’ve seen him like that, the blonde man was sure he’d make fun of him like no tomorrow; not knowing how to act around beautiful people really wasn’t in Steve’s repertoire, as the Falcon had once put in words. It never helped that Bucky was loyally backing him up, and sometimes the Captain had thought about finding a new best friend- Bucky wasn’t living up to his name. It was sheer luck that Steve didn’t had to stand there, waiting for World War Three to start, as the neighbor hurried out of the apartment with a bag on their shoulder. The Golden Boy had to take a step back, so he wouldn’t be on the other person’s way like a brick wall, which spared a smile from his newfound ‘friend’. As the door closed with a bang, Steve’s eyes met with their own, as the nameless neighbor slowed down their speed to stop to say final words to the taller man. “I’ll see you around, neighbor?” Without a word, Steve just nodded, a sheepish grin on his red lips, watching as his neighbor took off with a slight giggle escaping between their lips. Something about the aura they gave was more than enough for him to feel at ease; like he had finally found something that was missing from his life. As the man was going back to his apartment, he picked up the roughed-up box on the way, taking a mental note to finally throw the remains of the chaos to the trash. He really didn’t need to be reminded of the horrible things that had happened in the past, nor he wanted to remember them any longer. Future had shown him that there were good things about life; he just needed to find them with time.

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I'm pretty sure my computer would burn and die if I tried to play the Sims 4 but tell me anyway which packs are the best to buy!

Sims 4 is actually easier to run than Sims 3! Especially if you only have a few packs and no mods installed! They designed it for longevity, and it initially came out in 2014. There’s even a laptop mode designed specifically for people with lower end systems.

And, fun fact, you can try it for free! Origin allows a free trial for the Sims 4, so if you’re worried it won’t run or you’re worried you won’t like it you can always download the trial and test it out! That’s actually how I got into the game.

Though I will note before getting started: Some of the newer packs require a 64 bit operating system or a Metal-supported Mac system. Anything released after October 2019 cannot be played on a 32 bit/non-metal system.

Though at the moment that basically just excludes you from the University pack.

Also note! Different people like different stuff out of their Sims game, so if it sounds interesting don’t worry if I don’t rate it highly. I tend to play with a more realistic slant, and for items I tend to like more modern aesthetics when it comes to clothes and items. With that in mind, let’s get to the list! I’ve divided them up by pack type (Expansion, Game, or Stuff).

Expansion Packs:

1) Seasons: Must Have

I will always, always, always shill for the seasons EP of any Sims game. Frankly, I am of the opinion that it should just be base game, but whatever. It adds dynamic weather and, well, seasons which are two things that will affect your game no matter how you choose to play.

Sims 4 is rather unique from previous sim games in that it adds a calendar system and holidays. Not only can you celebrate holidays, you can actually create your own and freely edit or move them around! I’m not kidding, you can get pretty wacky. Like, worshiping garden gnomes and punching each other in the face wacky. Or you can be a loser like me, make every single Three Houses character, and make them all have a lovely Christmas together because they deserve it :x

2) City Living: Good to Have

This one is down to personal taste. I love the city aesthetic, and the apartments are pretty fun to play around with. City Living also adds some interesting festival activities and four unique city districts. Another boon, if this is something you’re interested in, is cultural diversity! Sims 4 has been making a concentrated effort to include more diversity in their games, and a lot of outfits and objects in this pack reflect that!

All of the festivals and events will still occur regardless of if you live in the city or not, so you don’t have to miss out on all of the features even if you don’t choose to use the apartments 100% of the time. Though the bulk of the new game-play really is in the city neighborhood.

3) Discover University: Good to Have (Note: This is one of those 64 bit packs)

I admittedly haven’t played around with this one extensively since it just came out, but I think it’s great fun! I put Sim Sylvain, Sim Felix, Sim Dimitri, and Sim Dedue through college and it was a struggle (in the best of ways). Dorm life, subsisting exclusively on Ramen, and staying up until 2 am working on that term paper that’s due tomorrow... What’s not to love? I’m always a big fan of University packs because, again, I like to play pretty realistically. With mods I managed to get them into a collective $80,000 of college debt and can you tell that I’m an American yet?

Plus, this one added the teaching, law, and engineering professions to the game and I will never not enjoy making Dimitri a psychology professor for the irony.

University isn’t really necessary to your sims’ lives, but it certainly does help them out along the way. You can choose to ignore it if you want to, but I don’t really see myself doing that when I play, which means this pack will get a lot of use from me personally.

4) Cats and Dogs: Good to Have

If you’re really into the whole rustic aesthetic then this is definitely the pack for you. The town they added is very cute and one of my more well used towns (currently the residence of all of my Blue Lions Sims). If you want your Felix sim to have 6 cats then this is also the pack for you, because you can’t have pets otherwise.

You can also create your own veterinary clinic, which is a feature I’ve barely touched but I’m sure someone will get a kick out of! It’s similar to running a business or owning a restaurant from some similar packs.

God, and you can do some crazy fuckin things to these pets. You can basically cross breed to your heart’s content, so you can get some weird ass combinations. There’s also a paint tool, so you can have dogs with rainbow fur and cats with green paws. Oh and you can have pet foxes and raccoons, but they basically function as dogs and cats respectively.

All in all a fun pack, even if I don’t use all of its content 100% of the time.

5) Get to Work: It’s Alright

Here’s where I start getting a little lukewarm. Get to Work added three active careers (Doctor, Scientist, and Detective) as well as the ability to own and run your own retail store. And these features are fun! ... If you use them.

With the way the Sims 4 is built, having a Sim in an active career and a Sim family with more than one or two sims can be difficult to manage. You can only load one lot at a time, so if you follow your sim to work then you can’t play your sims at home and vice versa, you have to load through every time you switch. There are no “home businesses” either, so your sim either has to live “off lot” and travel (aka you have to sit through a loading screen) tp the retail store every time you do business, or you build a living space on the retail lot and try to wrangle the game into working. This means you have to manually bring your sims “home” to the store every day, and it causes some issues.

Personally, I don’t like being minorly inconvenienced, so after the novelty wore off I barely touched these features again. Most of the CAS and Build/Buy items are career or retail focused too, so I can’t say it has any must have items. I’m putting it at #5 though because I know many people love these features and happily play around the limitations.

6) Get Famous: It’s Alright

I’ll admit, I had a lot of fun with this pack when it first came out! It adds a lot of really cool stuff, like the reputation system, fame, and what is essentially a YouTuber career. There’s also another one of those active careers (actor/actress) if that’s your thing.

Fame also works in a very interesting way in this pack, too. There are “perks” and “quirks”, so your sim can have their own celebrity brand and hordes of followers, but have extremely volatile emotions or a fear of being touched. Kind of an interesting reward/drawback system that hasn’t been present in previous sim games.

Personally though, this pack doesn’t have much longevity to me. Just like Get to Work it was fun for a little while, but I don’t particularly like playing “famous” sims so many of the pack’s features go unused. The town, Del Sol Valley, is pretty underwhelming with only a handful of lots, and kind of a sunny desert-y aesthetic. Which doesn’t pair well if you like the rain and snow from Seasons like I do.

7) Island Living: It’s Alright

This pack is great if you love island-aesthetic items and clothes, tropical islands, and/or mermaids. Personally? I love all three of those things. I’ve been using quite a few of the outfits and objects and roleplaying them as “Duscur themed” for my Dimidue family. I mean, we have no idea what Duscur actually looked like, but the items are distinct enough from most of the typical items in the game that it kind of works?

Anyways, the reason this is so low is because there’s just not much to do in this pack. Mermaids and swimming and that’s basically it. There’s only one new career (conservationist) and three part time careers (diving, fishing, and life-guarding, which I kind of thought were going to be full time careers when I bought the damn thing...)

I’ll talk about this later, but the mermaids are by far the least interesting altered life state/occult in the game. Vampires (and I believe witches) have skill trees of powers and drawbacks, similar to those celebrity perks and quirks I talked about before. Mermaids have nothing like that, so they get boring to play with rather quickly. Watching their tail flop out while they’re in the bath is kinda fun though NGL.

The town is really cool though. I love basically all the pre-built lots and I love the items, but again if you like snow this probably isn’t a world you’re going to be using much. That, and to use many of the new features (like boats and ocean swimming and building houses out over the water) you must be in this world.

8) Get Together: Skippable

I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seriously used any of the features from this pack aside from the town. The build/buy is a lot of Tudor style stuff, which I don’t tend to use, and a lot of the clothing is weirdly ugly clubbing clothes.

The clubs are really the big feature of this pack. Similarly to the holidays from Seasons, you can create clubs of sims that will get together and do activities. Basically any action in the game can have a club associated with it (from cleaning to “woohoo”) and you can have club perks that make your club more powerful, and sometimes infamous!

My main issue: If you aren’t actively using this feature it doesn’t really do anything. It just kind of exists as an extra sim panel in the bottom right corner of your screen. And I didn’t use it. Like, at all. That said, I know a lot of people find it very fun! I’m just not sure it’s worth spending $20-$40 of your money on.

Game Packs

I’ll just say right off the bat, I’m not going to talk about Realm of Magic. It adds wizards and wacky magical hijinks, but I bought it at the same time as University and I haven’t gotten around to playing it much yet. I will say, they added a ton of really cool objects and outfits! Especially the rugs. God, the rugs are to die for.

1) Parenthood: Must Have

Two words: Teen Angst. This pack fleshes out a lot of the younger life states. It adds teaching moments, punishments, “character value” traits such as polite or irresponsible, curfews, volunteering, sibling rivalries, mood swings, phases, etc. You want your kid to come home dressed like a bear randomly one day? This is for you.

I admit, I find a lot of the younger life stages in this game boring to play without this pack. I don’t think I could ever go back to vanilla sims after having used it, I find it that essential to my play style. Keep in mind though, this pack will only give you good mileage if you play families with sims of all ages.

2) Dine Out: Good to Have

You can own and operate a restaurant, which functions similarly to the retail stores and vet clinics I mentioned before. However, if you don’t want to own one then you can still plop them down in your town and your sims can travel there for dinners and such.

It’s really good for role playing dates and family nights out and such, but if that’s not your thing and you don’t care about owning one then this is not the pack for you.

3) Vampires: Fun, if You’re Into It

I actually played around with Vampires a lot when the pack first came out, which was honestly just a result of my life circumstance at the time (I was taking a literature course about vampires so I had vamps on the brain).

The vampire skills and vampire banes are pretty fun to mess with, and you can create a lot of pretty unique bloodsuckers. I had a Leo and Takumi sim, and the former was extremely weak to the sun and the latter could walk around in it no problem. Made for some fun role playing.

My two criticisms:

Vampires live forever, which means you’ll eventually get bored of playing the same sims.

Vampires don’t really sleep. They only sleep to recover their vampiric energy, which is only expended through the use of powers. It does not deteriorate naturally, so your vampire could be awake 24/7 for several sim days. Thing is, that just leaves you with too much time to do stuff. They’ll max their skills pretty quickly and then what do you do? Nothing.

Oh, and if you’re in to gothic-style stuff this is a must have for you.

4 & 5) Jungle Adventure and Outdoor Retreat: They’re Alright

I’m putting these in the same slot because they basically serve the same function: Vacations. One involves diving into ruins and hacking your way through jungles, the other is camping, but they’re both basically sim-vacations.

This is another one of those pack types where either you use it or you don’t, and if you don’t it doesn’t really do anything for you. Most of the game packs are like that, actually. Personally, I don’t take my sims on sim vacations very often so I mostly keep these packs around for the items.

Though I will say Outdoor Retreat added a ton of plaid so if that’s your aesthetic then go for it.

6) Spa Day: Skippable

This one basically just allows you to place and build “spa lots” in the world. It added the wellness skill, which ties into the meditation and yoga activities. There’s also saunas and massage tables, but I have rarely if ever placed them in a home lot for personal use.

Another use it or don’t kind of thing. I don’t even have a spa lot placed on my current world, so that just goes to show you how much I use this pack.

Some of the items are cool. Unless you really like those I’d say pass.

7) Strangerville: Honestly It Just Doesn’t Make That Much Sense As a Sims Pack?

Strangerville basically added a story and quest line to the game. I hear it’s pretty fun, but I don’t really play Sims for stories and quests, I play it as a sandbox game. So although I have the pack I’ve never actually played the “story” of it. It’s really not the best Game Pack to get as an entry to the series since it’s such a departure from the typical sims experience.

The town is alright, but again another desert so forget it if you like rain and snow. Unless you really really want the military career or you like the outfits and objects then I wouldn’t personally recommend. Especially for newer players to the series.

Stuff Packs

Honestly there are waaaaaay too many of these for me to rank and I wouldn’t really describe any of them as “must haves”, so instead I’m just going to put down my five favorites. But it’s really up to you to look at the items and decide if it’s worth your $10. Each pack adds a new “game-play” feature, though they’re very small and can be lived without pretty easily.

1) Laundry Day Stuff

This entire pack was actually voted on and “created” by Sims players so that’s a huge plus! More rustic-style items, and the game-play feature here is, obviously, laundry. Since I like playing more realistically, adding another chore was actually worth the money for me lmao. Plus all of the clothes are cute and comfy looking!

The Sims Team also has an amazing sense of humor and named an entire set of the items “Wicker Whims” after the WickedWhims sex mod for the game. Which, honestly? When a dev interacts with players like that it’s always really endearing to me.

2) Movie Hangout Stuff

The aesthetic of this pack is Boho-chic for some reason, so if you like that this pack delivers! The new game-play feature is popcorn and watching movies which can be fun for roleplaying families.

3) Kids Room Stuff

Another one that’s only useful if you play families, but it did add a cute little trading card game for kids. They can collect cards and battle them, similar to Pokemon. Unfortunately, adults can’t play, but I’m sure there’s a mod out there for that somewhere. A lot of the items look really good too, and I use them all semi-frequently. Kids tend to get the short end of the stick when new packs come out, so getting a bunch of hair, outfits, and items for them fills a good niche.

4) Perfect Patio Stuff

Lots of outdoorsy type items, as the name implies. Wicker chairs and outdoor counter tops and the like. This bad boy also brought the return of hot tubs (which probably has the cutest woohoo animation in the game, just saying).

5) Moschino Stuff

The items have a mostly modern, sleek aesthetic, and it adds the freelance photographer career to the game (which is currently what Sim Sylvain is employed as). I basically recommend it on those merits, because the clothes it added are godawful ugly and I’m otherwise not a huge fan of brand-sponsored packs. They’re nothing really new for The Sims, but luxury brands with hideous overpriced clothes aren’t really my thing.

Some Other General Advice for Starting Out

I covered some of this stuff further up but I’ll repeat in case people just skimmed this really long post.

I will warn everyone stay away from “My First Pet Stuff”! You are basically required to own Cats and Dogs to make use of a good chunk of its items, so you might just be wasting your money.

You can get a trial of the game for free if you just want to test it out to see if you’ll like it or if your computer will run it.

Never buy a pack at full price. I’m not kidding when I say they have sales for this game every couple of months. Even if there isn’t a sale there is a bundle option, which is significantly cheaper than buying individual packs! Discover University was $40 at full price. I purchased a bundle with Discover University, Realm of Magic, and Moschino Stuff for $50. Had I bought them separately it would have ran me $70.

In fact sometimes they give the base game out for free! I know they did a promotion like this this past summer. Sims really makes their money from Expansion Packs, so one of their marketing strategies is to give the base game out for free to entice you to play. Even if it’s not free, it’s always steeply discounted during sales. I believe you can get it for $6 right now. I have 1000+ hours in this game, so six dollars is pretty cheap for that much entertainment.

You can see every single item and outfit in a pack before you buy it. So if you’re not sure if it’s for you, just look! The items are listed right there on the Origin store page.

Mods are amazing. Custom content is amazing. If anyone is curious I can create a list of the mods I use/Custom Content I use for my various Fire Emblem sims.

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missbrightsky · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2: Something Wicked This Way Comes

“Feyre!” the shout came from the direction she was initially heading in had her turning towards the welcome source. Soon her boyfriend was crushing her in a hug and then scanning for injuries.

“Babe, seriously, I’m fine. It’s those two you should probably be worrying about,” she said with a nod to the still knocked out men. Maybe she had been a bit too harsh with them. But to be fair, they had attacked her first.

“I don’t doubt that you’re okay, but it has been a whole day since I last saw you,” Rhys responded with sharp grin, happy to have her in his arms after they departed opposite ways this morning.

More cops began to pour into the alley, Rhys switched back into chief mode and began to issue orders for the two men to be taken to the hospital under heavy guard. If they were Hybern’s men, he would either want them back or dead, and as much as they were pieces of shit, they were valuable with information about the gang and their recent rise to the top of the organized crime ladder.

“Feyre!” the shout came from the direction she was initially heading in had her turning towards the welcome source. Soon her boyfriend was crushing her in a hug and then scanning for injuries.

More cops began to pour into the alley, had Rhys switching back into chief mode and began to issue orders for the two men to be taken to the hospital under heavy guard. If they were Hybern’s men, he would either want them back or dead, and as much as they were pieces of shit, they were valuable with information about the gang and their recent rise to the top of the organized crime ladder.

Mor, Rhys’s lieutenant and Feyre’s best friend, paled at the sight of Eris, but refused to acknowledge him any further. Feyre noted to ask the blonde later if she knew him and what made her look like she’d seen a ghost.

“Remind me to never get on your bad side,” Mor said, opting to focus on the damage she did rather than whom she did them to.

“Nothing they wouldn’t have done to me given the chance,” Feyre responded, adding a smirk to show that there was no damage done to being assaulted on the way home. Velaris was considered to be one of the safest cities in Prythian, but big cities always had their problems.

Feyre reached behind her and carefully brought out the gun she took from Eris, keeping the barrel pointing towards the ground. “You might want this for evidence or something.”

“Damn straight. You look like you’re ready to be home,” Mor said taking the gun from her with a gloved hand and noted the bags underneath Feyre’s eyes and how she began to slouch a bit. “We’ve got it from here, go home you two,” addressing Rhys in a way only a select few can. He would be of no use to the precinct without asking Feyre for all the details of what had happened.

Rhys balked for a moment, torn between wanting to interrogate the men himself and wanting to be home with Feyre, making her tea and dinner and gleaning every bit of information she might have learned from the two assailants. “Sure,” turning to Feyre, “we can go into the precinct tomorrow to get your statement about what happened.”

Feyre looked relieved that she would soon be in the comforts of their townhouse and out of the gathering chill, fall was wanting to make an appearance sooner rather than later. Having a boyfriend that was the chief had its perks, like delaying giving a statement until she was better rested and post ice pack on her head.

He slipped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady frame. Shooting Mor a tired smile, she said her goodbyes and walked out of the alley, squinting against the glaring, flashing lights.

The pair turned left, weaving around officers and paramedics heading into the alley. People nodded to their chief, not questioning why he was walking away from the scene. They all knew they he had given his orders and everything would be handled. They also knew that he was a complete puppy dog when it came to his girlfriend and that he would want to make sure she was safe away from it all.

They walked in silence to their townhome, Feyre processing the last twenty minutes of her life and Rhys was patiently waiting for her to start telling him what happened.

Soon they reached the two story, red brick townhome they had moved into a few months ago. At this point they’ve only been dating for about a year but something felt so right about living in the same space together. Rhys unlocked the outer, wrought iron door followed by the inner dark oak. They stepped into the small foyer, flicking on lights and shutting the door to the incoming chill.

Although Feyre had walked away from the fight relativity unscathed, it was comforting to be safe in her home with her boyfriend who had started to shirk out of his stiff police jacket and loosened the black tie that accompanied it.

Feyre dropped her bag at the foot of the stairs, kicking off her shoes simultaneously and moved further into their home, finding her way into the kitchen by habit and the light from the front. She knew Rhys would soon follow and that he would want to know what happened. But before she relayed her walk home, she wanted an ice pack for her head and tea for her brain.

Feyre grabbed a washcloth from the sink and opened the freezer, scooping a handful of ice into her covered palm. A quick twist of the cloth and she was suppressing a shiver as she eased the ice onto where a lump was sure to be in the morning.

Rhys finally caught up with her having taken off his jacket, tie, shoes and unbuttoned his white shirt. He was quick to nudge her towards the bar stools that bordered the island, grabbing the kettle from the stove and filling it with water to start boiling. Once the water was placed on the burner, he went behind Feyre, replacing her hand with his on the ice pack and planting a kiss on her temple.

“Hi babe,” she sighed, leaning back into his chest, glancing up to him, admiring the silver flecks that sometimes appeared in his midnight eyes.

“Hello, Feyre darling,” his voice rumbling through chest, the vibrations further relaxing her after the events of the evening.

She inhaled, thinking of where to start. “I know you’ve been dealing with the Hybern gang for a few weeks now, but what made them so bold that they would need me for leverage against you?”

“Leverage? Against me?” the shock transferring from his voice to his face before anger took over. Feyre stayed silent, waiting for him to answer her question.

“The gang is nothing new, they’ve been around since before I left the academy but had small numbers and was barely on our radar. Recently, the old leader mysteriously disappeared and fresh blood took his place. If the rumors are true, it’s said that it’s his son who disposed of his father in a bid more power and to chase the ambition of becoming the powerhouse of Velaris’s underworld.

“Roman Hybern has rapidly been adding to his numbers, elevating some of the most brutal men in his employ to high ranking positions and allowing them sections of the city to terrorize the public and spread our forces thin. So far there’s been no casualties, only roughed up store owners and anyone unfortunate to run into them at night.” With that she gave an appreciative snort, proud of her ability to avoid being another one of their victims. A glance up at Rhys saw pride shining in his eyes, knowing that he was dating a woman that could kick anyone’s ass across the country.

He continued, the pride fading and brow creasing into worry. “Last week, there was a robbery at a warehouse. When we arrived on scene, we assumed that they would be after the weapons that were being stored there for the military until they could be shipped out. But the crates were untouched, instead, about 2.5 million dollars’ worth of high-grade lab equipment was gone. The gang had history of only pushing the basics: marijuana, LSD, MDMA, narcotics if they stumbled across it and the odd or end kilo of cocaine. We think they might be trying to expand their share in the market.

“We’ve been working to try to get more intel on them, but anyone we send in undercover are completely turned away, as if they already know who they are. Which is better than them going missing or turning up dead, I suppose.”

The kettle started whistling at this point, Feyre replaced his hand on the ice pack as he moved to grab her favorite tea and mug from the cabinet beside the stove. Rhys turned off the burner and poured the boiling water into the cup.

The ice had started to melt, and her head was starting to feel better, so she tossed the cloth into the sink. She accepted the tea with a kiss, wrapping her slightly aching hands around the warmth. Eris was thick headed in more ways than one.

Both stayed silent for a minute, soaking up the information and their minds turning over what could come next in Romans’ plans.

“We’ve been doing the best we can against them, following key members to their warehouses and picking up anyone we think might give us more information to the inner workings of the gang. Not that they’ve been of any help,” Rhys growled. “Most are too afraid to say anything, fearing for their life or for those close to them. Roman quickly earned a reputation for swift brutality for anyone who talked.

“At best we’ve been doing damage control, cleaning up their aftermath and the mayor is getting more and more unhappy with our lack progress against them. I’ve been managing to get a bit closer to where we think their main base of operations is and I guess that’s why they came after you tonight,” he said, mouth tightening and turning down.

Feyre squeezed his hand, reassuring him that she was in one piece, both body and mind. If something like this had happened back when she was dating Tamlin, she wouldn’t have been able to defend herself at all against the attackers. Tamlin made sure that she was always either by his side, or the rare times she was out on her own, had a driver and bodyguard in her shadow.

He wanted her subdued, demure, something pretty on his arm. When she finally had the courage to leave him, there was no fight. She disappeared to avoid the temper he so easily turned on her and was left with the mental aftermath of her five-year abusive relationship.

Since then, she toughed up not only her body, but her mind, knowing that there was no one who could protect it but herself. Rhys loved and supported her in every way, but she knew that she must be able to rely on her own mental strength before anyone else’s.

After a few bracing sips of tea and some steadying breaths, she began to relay her walk home to him. He smiled at her wittiness and quick thinking, scowled at when she when she was slammed to the ground or insulted. The duo hadn’t given her much information in way of Hyberns’ plans, just some unimaginative insults and the fact that the gang wanted the police off their backs.

She watched Rhys’s reactions and how he lapsed into silence after she’d finished. The fact that he wasn’t asking questions concerned her, he loved Velaris and took the safety of its inhabitants seriously.

He worked long hours, sometimes sleeping at the precinct if a particularly hard case was weighing on his mind. She was familiar to waking up alone on those days and taking breakfast to him when she knew he most likely skipped dinner the night before. He would greet her in his office, shirt and hair rumpled and dark circles under his eyes. She would smile, give him a kiss and leave him to his work.

Him not asking questions meant he was taking on the responsibility of the attack and letting the weight settle on his shoulders. Which also meant that he would want some preemptive measure for next time, if Hybern was bold enough to go after her again.

“If you’re thinking of assigning a police escort to me, you can sleep on the couch in your office tonight.”

He glanced up in surprise that she could guess the thought that was lingering on the edge of his consciousness. He knew of her past relationship with her piece of shit ex and would never want to constrain her like that, but she was being specifically targeted by the head of a new, powerful enemy.

Rhys knew better with than to argue with her on it, but what if they brought more men next time? What if she didn’t hear them approaching? What if they decided to send a stronger message and start to stain their hands with blood?

With each question crossing his mind, the tight knot in his stomach that started after her phone call grew tighter until it felt like he couldn’t breathe. Him and Feyre had only been together a year but he knew that he didn’t want to live the rest of his life without her. And if she was hurt or… died… because a gang leader wanted him to lay off, he didn’t know how he would live with himself.

Feyre saw how deep and fast he was spiraling and slid off her stool to stand in front of him. She gripped his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. They just stood there, somehow taking in the whole world and not acknowledging it. They studied each other, accepting that both are stubborn but not willing to admit it.

They wrapped their arms around each other and just let the world spin on for a bit without them.

“We’ll figure something out,” Rhys sighed into her hair.

“Tomorrow. At the precinct,” she agreed.

“Dinner?”

“Pizza.”

Rhys let out a surprised laugh. It was his turn to cook tonight but after the fight Feyre went through, if she wanted pizza, she would get pizza.

“Meat lovers, mushroom on half?”

“You know it babe.” She went to the living room to throw on something mindless while he called up their favorite hole-in-the-wall. He joined her on the couch, pulling her to him and tucking their favorite blanket around them.

“Cass and Amren got into it today,” Rhys grumped.

He and Cass had been raised together, they fought and loved like brothers, alongside of Azriel who had always been the quiet rock of their trio. Being able to work with his adoptive brothers was a privilege, and a headache.

Cass was his sergeant, mainly training and supervising his officers, while Az decided to stay a detective, doing his best work from the shadows of his friends and brothers.

Amren was his captain. His second in command. And Cass’s favorite person to get into it with.

“They had a disagreement on the fastest way to disassemble their guns. Which of course led to them abandoning their desks for a contest in the briefing room. Which then lead to the whole department going to the briefing room to see who would get their ass handed to them.” Although Rhys was complaining about the complete halt of work, Feyre could hear the smile in his voice.

“Let me guess, Mor bet on Cass and Az bet on Amren,” she surmised.

“Yup. And that lead to the department being split in half, I fear the rift may never heal,” he chuckled.

“Who did you bet on?”

“A chief never takes sides.”

“Bullshit.”

“I bet on Amren.”

“Of course you did.”

“And who won?”

“Amren.”

“Of course she did!” Feyre barked out, her laughs vibrating into his body, helping ease the knot in his stomach. Even after being nearly shot and beaten, she could still laugh about his friends’ antics and fuckery.

He pressed a kiss into her temple, just happy to be here in their home and hear her laugh about his day.

“And how are things at your studio?”

Feyre groaned, “I would rather take on the two idiots from tonight again than deal with one of my clients. I’ve been working on that landscape piece for her for weeks but every time I make her adjustments, something else bothers her about it.” She stretched, turning more onto her back so that her head rested against his chest instead of his shoulder.

“’Make it more abstract. But not too many bright colors, but not so dreary. No, that’s too abstract, add a bit more definition into the foreground, but I don’t want to lose sight of the background.’ It’s just never ending.

“She’s lucky it’s for my favorite bakery. And it helps that she paid a butt ton of money up front and will pay even more once she decides it’s done. I’m hoping that the adjustments I made today will be the end of it so I can get her off my plate before the gallery opening next week.”

Rhys hummed sympathetically; he didn’t have an artistic bone in his body but knew the struggles of dealing with picky people. His old captain, Devlon, was never satisfied with his reports. They were always too long or too short, too detailed or too broad. Rhys, Cass and Az went and got blind drunk in celebration the day that he got transferred to the 3rd precinct, forever out of their hair.

Feyre seemed lost in thought, brow creased over her troublesome client, but there was nothing he could do than just let her vent. They stayed in comfortable silence, half paying attention to the show as the characters ran around trying to put on a concert for kids.

The doorbell rang, clanging through the first floor and Feyre’s stomach gave out an answering growl.

Another laugh escaped their chests as Rhys got up and snagged the pizza from the delivery man. He swung by the kitchen for plates, napkins and beer and soon both had their mouths full of greasy, cheesy goodness, much needed after a long day.

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The Savior - Chapter 19

Summary: The reader learns more about Negan's past while they try to enjoy their small vacation together.

Characters: Negan & reader

Warnings: Swearing and the after effects of parental abuse.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/40932143

Absolute bliss filled Y/N’s body as she kept her eyes closed and listened to the sounds of the waves splashing around her. It wasn’t often that she got to relax like this, but this specific moment in time felt amazing. The sun was beating down on her skin, the sound of the water was amazing and the warmth of Negan beside her made this a moment to remember. If someone would have told her months ago that she would be ditching school to spend a weekend with Negan somewhere she would have never believed them. School was so important to her, but this was nice. This was beyond nice.

Opening her eyes, she looked to her side to see Negan stretched out on the huge flat rock that they had swam to in the middle of the water. It wasn’t too far away from the shore, but it was far enough out to give them space alone. Negan had his sunglasses on and his arms were folded behind his head as he lay out in the sun.

Part of her was still confused as to why Negan decided to bring her to this place. It was nice to get to learn more about Negan’s past, but it still made her question things. It was sad, but it actually made her uncomfortable that Negan had all of this money. She was just trying to do her best to think past it and enjoy her time with Negan. Instead of thinking of it as his place, she was just attempting to think of this as a small vacation with Negan and that was all.

Gulping down, she shifted on the hard surface of the rock and turned on her side to face Negan. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over Negan’s abdomen, watching it rise and fall with his breathing. Teasing her fingers through the thick hair over his body, she smiled and moved in to press a soft kiss over Negan’s chest. His heavy breaths told her that he was still somewhat asleep when she lowered her hand down his abdomen and slid her fingertips underneath his black swimsuit.

“Would you stop it,” Negan grumbled with a huff when her hand connected with his body and he reached down to collect her wrist before pulling her hand out from beneath the material. “You are like a fucking sex ninja. Dial back the horny…geez.”

“Oh please,” she giggled watching Negan push his sunglasses up to look over at her. “I learned from the best.”

“Well the best got drunk off his ass last night and he’s suffering from dehydration. My testicles need some time to replenish what I’m missing,” Negan bluntly responded making a laugh fall from her lips as he reached down to touch himself through his swimsuit. “Trust me, I like doing it with you, but I’m not kidding. The alcohol gave me a hangover and a half. I need time to restore everything.”

Negan gave her a silly wink before pushing his sunglasses back down over his face. He leaned up and over enough to press a quick kiss over her lips before lying back down.

“Do you realize how uncomfortable fucking would be on this thing?” Negan grumbled, getting comfortable again. “One of us would end up with bruises.”

“Who said it would have led to fucking?” she retorted and Negan’s eyebrow arched up over his sunglasses. “I’m just saying, maybe I would have just given you a hand job.”

“Oh no, you are too greedy for that,” Negan nonchalantly responded making her reach out to poke him in the ribs making a goofy laugh fall from his lips. “I’m just saying, everything leads to sex. It always does. I just want to sit out here and enjoy my time with you. I know the water is romantic and we’re on the beach so ultimately you want to have sex and we’ll do it before we leave, but right now just is not the time.”

“You are so romantic, you know that?” she rolled her eyes and got comfortable again beside him. Negan’s fingertips stretched out in search of hers so he could hold her hand and squeeze her fingers in his.

“It’s a talent,” Negan teased listening to the sound of the waves, allowing them to comfort him into relaxing, something that he hadn’t done in quite some time. “Just think, right now at this time you would be in school just waiting for the time to run out so we could go back to my house and just sit around for a while.”

“I like what we do when we are home. I mean, the beach here is amazing, but…” she sighed, reaching out to caress her hand in over the planes of his abdomen. She drew small shapes over his skin before frowning. “I like our normal life.”

“As opposed to?” Negan breathed out, confused where she was headed with things.

“Maybe I’m just not used to this whole thing yet. A big house right off the beach in a rich city…” she rambled on and Negan’s dimples sunk in the longer he listened to her ramble on.

“There are places around here that I know you will love,” Negan insisted, laying back again on the rock before some of the water splashed up on the rock onto them. Negan heard her gasp and let out a small laugh. “That does happen in the ocean here sweetheart.”

“Oh ha ha,” she playfully hit him in the center of his stomach and a deep laugh fell from his lips.

“How about I take you into town? It’s a nice little town and there is some really cool stuff down by the piers. What do you say?” Negan sat up on the rock and she followed his movements. “There are some areas I used to love down there that I think you would like.”

“Won’t people notice you? Are you sure you are okay with walking around with me?” she confirmed and he shrugged his shoulders. He pushed his fingertips into his wet hair to slick it back before smiling.

“It’s been a long time. I highly doubt these people are going to remember me anyway,” Negan moved out to grab a firm hold of her to pull her close. Tipping in closer to her, he nudged her jaw playfully with his thumb before cupping her face in his rough hands. “Plus I really love you and don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I love hearing you say that,” she hummed in approval as he kissed her a few more times before jumping into the water. “Are we going to head back there now?”

“It’s going to get dark soon. You’ll want to get some food in you and then we will walk around,” Negan answered after motioning her to follow him into the water. “So let’s go get showered and then see what we can get into.”

“This is a cute town,” Y/N muttered, following Negan out of the small diner that they had just eaten at. Negan had said that he thought no one would remember him, but so far he had run into several people that knew he was. No one questioned what he was doing with her, but it still felt odd being in a place where people clearly knew Negan and grew up with him. “You really liked it as a kid, huh?”

“I did,” Negan reached out to grab a tight hold of her hand and hooked his fingertips with hers. She was uncomfortable and gulped down, looking at their hands. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re okay with doing this out and about around here?” she confirmed and Negan smirked before nodding. “I mean, they know you Negan. Are you comfortable with them knowing that you are dating someone…younger?”

“Is it any of their business?” Negan’s eyebrow perked up and she let out a long sigh. “I’m fine. That’s all that matters. These people don’t know me. They know the me from when I was here. We live hours away from here. We’re okay.”

“If you…are comfortable with it,” she nodded, allowing him to hold onto her hand as they walked down Main Street. The city had bright lights filtering the street from the small shops and diners that were up and down the main road. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Absolutely,” Negan winked, bringing her hand up to his lips to deposit a small kiss over the back of her hand. Negan stopped in front of the stores to look at the display that was set up in the window and she stepped forward to look at a necklace that caught her eye. “You like that?”

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, looking to Negan with her big eyes before looking back to the piece of jewelry. Negan watched her with a smile and he urged her toward the shop after watching her eye it over. “What?”

“Let’s take a look,” he suggested and she let out a hesitant laugh. “Come on.”

“Negan no, I just…” she rejected, but felt Negan tugging her into the store and he pulled her closer to the necklace. Negan nodded toward it and he watched her lean in to look it over. “It is beautiful Negan, but…”

The price tag caught her eye and she let out an uncomfortable sound, “Not that beautiful…”

“Do you want it?” Negan offered and she shook her head quickly, trying to pull away from Negan. “It’s okay; if you want…I can get it for you. No biggie.”

“Oh it’s a biggie,” she tried to pull her fingers from his hand and he hushed her.

“Excuse me, can we see this please?” Negan pointed down at the necklace and he watched the person at the cash register motion him to wait a moment. Y/N uncomfortably pulled away from him and he laughed. “What’s wrong?”

“You can’t afford that,” she reminded him and Negan smirked, his bright smile expanding over his features.

“You know just as much as I do that that’s not true,” Negan pointed out and she felt her heart sinking at the fact that he was willing to spend his father’s money on her.

“But you aren’t the kind of person that uses that part of your money, remember?” she insisted with an uncomfortable breath as Negan gave her a confused look. “Teacher Negan could not afford that.”

Y/N pulled her hand away from Negan and quickly moved for the door, “I’m sorry Negan, I just…I can’t have you keep doing this.”

Moving out of the shop, she saw Negan still standing there somewhat confused. The person working in the store clearly came over to talk to Negan, but she didn’t feel comfortable with Negan buying her things. When she saw the shop keeper put the necklace back in the display at the front of the store she felt a sense of relief.

“What are you doing?” Negan walked out of the small shop and closed the door behind him. “If I want to buy you something…”

“I don’t want you to buy things for me. I just…I love you,” she insisted with a shake of her head, stepping forward to cup his face in her hands lovingly. “I don’t want you to think I’m with you for your money. I want you to know that I fell for…”

“The poor me?” Negan filled in her words and he saw her give a small head tilt. A laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head. “I know that. A while ago I stressed to you that I would never be anything more than what I was and you insisted that you still loved me for me. I know you are true to me. I don’t think you are with me for my family’s money. I didn’t bring you here to give you a panic attack. I brought you here so you could relax.”

“But you would probably never have to work again if you didn’t want to Negan. That’s how fucking rich you are,” you reminded him with a tense sound and Negan nodded slowly. “You are proud of who you are and what you have accomplished on your own. I don’t want me to be the reason you start dipping into your father’s money.”

“You are stressing way too fucking much,” Negan insisted with a snort. The sounds of laughing filled the air and she looked beyond Negan to see that between the shops she could see the ocean beyond the shops. There was a pier where they were clearly having some kind of event going on. “You want to go see?”

Nodding, she was eager to get away from this conversation and what was going on. The whole money situation just made her very uncomfortable and she didn’t want Negan to eventually get upset with her and assume that she just wanted his money.

Y/N followed Negan out onto a beach and toward a festival they were clearly having. They walked out onto the pier and there were multiple people that came up to Negan to hug and talk to him. She felt out of place. It was hard not to really, but when Negan was done he would eagerly turn back to her and tell her stories about the past. About the people that he had run into and things he had done as a kid. She loved hearing about his past, but there was something that was uncomfortable about all of this.

“I have to run to the restroom, do you think you could give me a minute and just…wait right here,” Negan urged her and she nodded. Taking a seat by the edge of the pier, she waited for Negan hearing the singing and dancing that was happening just beyond where she was sitting. Turning to look over her shoulder at the couples dancing together, she smiled brightly. The environment was beautiful and she could definitely see how everyone was happy here. She would be too if she grew up in a place like this. It was honestly beautiful and it seemed like the people were just…happy. It was rare compared to what she was used to.

“Where did your father go?” a voice pressed in behind Y/N making her shift uncomfortably on the bench she was sitting on. Y/N looked up to see a brunette standing before her. Clearing her throat uneasily, Y/N watched the brunette slide in beside her and Y/N felt uneasy. “My name is Emma. You’re not from around here are you?”

“He’s not…my father,” Y/N answered staring down at the hand that Emma had offered her. Emma’s dark brown eyes were watching her carefully and Y/N gulped down heavily. She accepted the hand shake and nodded. “Yeah, I’m definitely not from here.”

“I could tell,” Emma responded with a heavy sigh, looking around the area. “So if he’s not your father, then who is he?”

“Well…” Y/N began trying to think of a way to explain Negan to a total stranger. “He’s…”

“Oh fuck off Emma, you know she’s not my kid,” Negan’s voice filtered through the air, making Y/N sit up straighter on the bench and Negan squeezed between the space that was between the two. Negan sat down on the bench and wrapped his arm around Y/N. “Emma knows me. She knows I don’t have a kid, she’s just fucking with you to try and make you feel uncomfortable.”

“If you did end up having your kid though…it would probably be older than her wouldn’t it?” Emma recalled and Y/N felt every muscle in Negan’s body locking up. The fact that the woman knew about the child that Negan had lost as a teen told her that Negan and Emma had to be close. “It’s been a while Negan. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Didn’t you introduce yourself already Emma?” Negan blurted out and he leaned in to nestle his nose against the side of Y/N’s neck. A whisper fell from his lips as she closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“And she is?” Emma egged Negan on and Negan laughed.

“None of your business,” Negan winked, looking over at Y/N for a moment. “Would you excuse us for a second? How about you go and get us a few churros over there? I’m kind of in the mood for something sweet.”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded with an unsure expression, but Negan pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed some money to her before waiting until she was far enough away from him and Emma.

“Sending her to the longest line here Negan, that was smart…” Emma retorted with a half laugh. “So that’s the new flame of the week, huh? Little young for you, isn’t she?”

“Fuck off Emma,” Negan snarled, looking to her with a shake of his head. “She’s of age and I love her. We’ve been together for a few months and she means everything to me. So I don’t need a snake like you trying to filter into her brain with your stupid psychobabble bullshit that you do.”

“You love her? Wow,” Emma chuckled; looking to Y/N as she stood in the fairly large line that Negan had sent her off to. “That’s new for you isn’t it? I thought Lucille was the only woman that you ever loved.”

“Yeah, well…times change,” Negan shrugged his shoulders, leaning forward on the bench. “I thought if I came here I could avoid people like you.”

“People that know the real you?” Emma snapped back making Negan take in a sharp breath. “What does a girl like that want with you? Your daddy’s money?”

“Up until this weekend she knew nothing about my parent’s wealth,” Negan insisted with a firm nod. “We’re good together. She loves me and I love her. We’re very much alike and that’s that.”

“So she’s a good fuck, huh?” Emma egged on further and Negan rolled his eyes. “Sex is a big thing for you Negan, she has to be pretty important to get you to want to be with her and be official, right?”

“I don’t know what you are trying to pull here Emma, but you did this shit with Lucille too and it worked on her,” Negan thought back to his younger years and he shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You think after all of these years you would just…get over it.”

“You think that’s what this is?” she questioned with a growl and Negan nodded, his thick eyebrows arching up as he nodded. “People don’t know the real you Negan. You like to pretend that you are this nice guy, but you can only put a mask for so long.”

Negan nodded and looked toward Y/N who seemed nervous and looked back at him. Negan waved his fingers and shot her a small smile. Y/N smiled back and stepped further up in the line.

“So tell me Negan…are you still really bad at sex?” Emma dug deeper at trying to annoy Negan. A laugh fell from Negan’s lips as he looked to her with a shake of his head.

“You know I’m not bad at sex,” Negan retorted with a snort. “The last time we fucked you had no problems with what I did.”

“Yeah, but the first time…” she began and Negan held his hands up in the air to silence her.

“You were the first girl I slept with Emma. Of course I was awful,” Negan laughed uneasily before shrugging his shoulders. “What the hell is the point of this? Why do you always want to pop in and try to fuck with my head and the head of people I love? I don’t even live here anymore. I’m here for the weekend. I don’t want to be with you, I don’t want to rekindle what has happened in the past…I’m here with the girl I love and that’s that. We’re just here to enjoy our time.”

“You do realize…you are just going to do what you always do, right?” Emma leaned forward in her seat. “You are your father’s son Negan. You know that.”

“I’m not my father,” Negan snapped, looking to Emma with a shake of his head.

“Really? Your father cheated on your mother. Your father was very abusive both mentally and physically,” Emma dug further into Negan watching his fists curl up in the center of his lap. “How were you with Lucille again?”

“I never physically abused Lucille and you know that,” Negan growled, his thick eyebrows adding emphasis to the anger that was pressing in over Negan’s face. “You’re just a bitch.”

“So tell me Negan, are you still all about you when it comes to sex?” Emma stood up and followed Negan toward the edge of the pier. “Just fuck until you cum? Does your new girl give the oral most of the time? You were always very selfish when it came to that kind of stuff.”

“I’m far from selfish,” Negan answered with a shake of his head. His face was on fire and he knew that Emma was trying to work him up, but he couldn’t help getting irritated. “In fact I make her cum all the time. The first few months we were together, I was always the one that was giving and not receiving. You remember how good I was the last time Emma and I think that’s why you are such a nasty bitch.”

“Can you blame me Negan?” she inquired and Negan shrugged his shoulders. “It sounds like you have everything figured out with this one, huh?”

“Yeah, I do…” Negan nodded, looking to see that Y/N was up at the counter to order what he had asked of her. “And what kills you is the fact that she’s the one I’m making squirt at night, not you.”

“Oh, right. You make her squirt,” Emma chuckled and Negan nodded with a proud smile. “Sure. I’d love to see that.”

“I’m sure you would, but I do,” Negan licked his lips and looked to Y/N with a proud smirk. “We’re very good together. Physically…and mentally. So if you will please piss off, I’m trying to give her a good weekend and I really would rather not see your face for the rest of this week.”

Negan moved around the brunette before him and headed off in the direction of Y/N to wrap his arm around her shoulders when she handed him over the churro that he had asked of her.

“I think we should go for a walk on the beach…” Negan urged Y/N before Negan headed off in the opposite direction of where Emma was. A moment later Emma cut them off and Negan let out a frustrated sound.

“Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I just hope you have a good weekend,” Emma held her hands up in the air as if to say goodbye. “Keep an eye on this one. A lot like his father he is…”

“Negan,” Y/N stopped Negan from getting agitated and she pulled him away from the pier and urged him to follow her to the beachside. Negan’s face was red and she could tell by the way his nose was scrunched up and the lines that were over his forehead that he was angry. “Ex-girlfriend, huh?”

“I don’t even think that’s what I would call her,” Negan huffed and he felt Y/N reaching out to grab a tight hold of his jawline to urge him to look at her. “I’m really sorry. I should have thought about the past and how it could…”

“I don’t care about your past. You are honest with me about everything and I’m not worried about the past. I love you…all of you,” she hushed him seeing the lines his forehead relaxing as she stroked his rough cheek. “But let me tell you something…you are nothing like your father. You are a wonderful, sweet caring man. She doesn’t know you at all.”

“She probably knows me quite well…” Negan tried to state with a heavy sigh and Y/N shook her head slowly. “I wasn’t a good guy.”

“That was the past,” she insisted, tipping up on her toes to press a loving kiss over his lips and he felt her fingertips brushing throughout his hair. “We’re living in the present and that’s all that matters. Who you were then isn’t who you are now. You’re not your father. You never were and you never will be.”

Negan nodded, lowering his head enough to rest his forehead against hers while she held him in her arms. Negan took the time to just enjoy being held by her. Their relationship was so different in comparison to all his previous ones and he was surprised with how much he loved being around her.

“You should probably eat those churros you made me stand in line forever to get,” Y/N reminded him of the treat that was still in his hand. “I know it was just to get me away for a minute, but you better eat those after all the time I spent in line for that shit.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan snorted urging her to follow him to the edge of the beach by the water to sit down with him. Negan got settled in behind her, pulling her to sit between his legs while they sat on the beach together. His left arm hooked around her waist loosely while she rest back against his chest and he handed her one of the sweet treats. “You know I love you, right?”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of only getting used to you just saying this now,” she stated with a smirk and looked over her shoulder to see Negan taking a big bite of his food. “But I like hearing it.”

“And I like saying it,” Negan insisted with a mouthful seeing her smirk. “I feel like I should explain Emma.”

“Only if you want to,” Y/N shrugged. “It’s really none of my business unless you want it to be.”

“You’re really just going to be like that?” Negan retorted with a sense of confusion. A lot of women would want every single detail, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. “She was the first girl I ever slept with.”

“Oh, okay…” she shrugged and took a small bite of her churro. “That was a really long time ago I imagine.”

“Ouch?” Negan chuckled seeing her cheeks blush over with embarrassment. “I was never really interested in her. I loved Lucille and…”

“She’s one of the ones you cheated with?” Y/N confirmed and Negan nodded when she spoke up. “I kind of assumed that. When you are the mistress and the guy still loves the woman he’s cheating on, it probably makes you an angry bitch.”

“I’ve only loved two people and I think that killed her on the inside. It’s probably partially my fault that she’s a bitch,” Negan shook his head, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. “When I was with Lucille she got into her head and…”

“Tried doing to me today what she did to Lucille back then?” Y/N finished again and Negan nodded. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to listen to people try to tell me about the man I know. I’m just going to listen to him myself. He’s honest with me and I know that.”

“I love you,” Negan was amazed with the way she was reacting toward everything as he tipped down to nestle his nose against the side of her neck. “You really are amazing. I hope you know that.”

“I can’t believe we’ve been here all weekend and we haven’t had sex here once,” Negan slurred against the side of Y/N’s neck as they stood on the beach together after going swimming in the water. She laughed as his stubble teased over the side of her neck. Negan wrapped his arms around her waist and felt her leaning back into his wet chest.

“There is still time,” she responded with a laugh when she felt him pressing playful kisses over the side of her neck. “To be fair, you’ve kept us so busy going around town that I’m pretty exhausted by the time that we get back to the house.”

“I just want you to have a good weekend. One that makes you happy,” Negan stated with a sigh, squeezing his arms around her tighter. Y/N reached down to grab her phone from the towel and pulled up the camera. When she went to take a photo of the water, Negan reached for her phone and grabbed a hold of the phone. He turned it on the selfie section and kissed over her temple taking a photo of the two of them. “We need more photos together.”

“Are you sure about that?” she confirmed and Negan nodded. “I thought you want us to be careful.”

“Are you thinking of sharing these?” Negan questioned and she shook her head slowly. “Then we are fine.”

Negan pressed in closer to her and kissed her while he snapped another selfie of the two of them together. Her cheeks blushed over when he looked at the photos and his nose wrinkled when he looked them over, “you’re going to have to send these two to me though.”

“Deal,” she winked, releasing him long enough to look to her phone again.

“You want to go four wheeling again? That was pretty fun, right?” Negan thought about the things they had done the previous day. When he looked over his shoulder to see her looking panicked, he stepped in closer and rubbed his towel through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“My father sent me a text message. Apparently he knows that I’m not at my friend’s house that I told my mother about,” she informed him with a nervous breath and Negan’s eyebrow arched up in interest. “He wants me to call him and tell him where I really am.”

“Fuck that,” Negan reached for her phone and looked through the text messages seeing the several messages that her father had sent clearly getting angrier each time he had texted her. “They never care where you are on most nights, so what does it matter this time?”

“I should write him back Negan. Come up with a good excuse as to where I really am,” she gulped and Negan shook his head turning her cell phone off after sending himself the photos of them together. “He’s pissed. Something is wrong.”

“You’re on vacation with me. You don’t have to worry about that right now, okay?” Negan insisted, stepping forward to urge her chin up toward him. “I want to take you somewhere. Erase this from your mind and I promise everything will be all right.”

“This was my favorite place to come and relax as a kid,” Negan pulled on Y/N’s hand, tugging her up toward the lighthouse that was right off the beach. She looked up at the lighthouse and saw him smiling brightly as he looked up at it. “My favorite thing was to come here as a kid at night and think things out. Think about my future and all that fucking shit.”

“Yeah?” she arched her brow in response, taking a moment to look around the area. From what she knew of Negan it didn’t really seem like a place he would have loved as a kid, but it sure was beautiful. The lighthouse looked like something you would have seen from a movie, it was that gorgeous. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” Negan agreed and looked over his shoulder to wink at her. Negan motioned her to wait as he set up a blanket in the sand. The sun was setting and he urged her to lay down with him. “Later I can try to sneak us in so you can see the inside…”

“And get you in trouble? I don’t think so. The people here would love the story about how Negan got caught breaking into the lighthouse with his new, young girlfriend,” she snickered seeing him roll his eyes before leaning forward to press a soft kiss over her jawline. His kisses led toward her neck and she tilted her head up allowing him space to do as he pleased. “I take it you were quite the rebel growing up?”

“I’m still quite the rebel,” Negan insisted with a shrug of his shoulders, pulling away to look her over with his wicked glance. “I thought you would know that by now.”

Negan reached for his phone and took a photo of them with the lighthouse in the background of the photo. Negan leaned in to kiss her over and over again before she pulled away from him with a deep breath.

“Negan,” she looked to see that he was recording a video and he shrugged his shoulders. “Are you trying to be playing dangerously right now or…?”

“I just want something for the spank bank eventually when I’m alone,” Negan teased with a wink making her cough upon his admission. Her cheeks blushed over and Negan loved that he could make her turn red just with his words. She was so innocent and he loved every bit of it. Negan playfully teased his tongue over the front of her lips while he was still recording the video and he watched her shudder before he pressed stop. “You’re still tense, aren’t you?”

“I’m scared about my father,” she answered truthfully and felt him reach out to nudge her jaw with his rough fingertips. He carefully brushed her hair over her shoulder before moving in to kiss over the side of her neck again. “He knows I lied…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Negan insisted with a slur while he kissed over her neck and bit at her skin.

Her eyes closed feeling Negan’s tongue tracing lines over her flesh and she inhaled sharply. She wanted to just forget it, but she didn’t think she could. The consequences of this weekend truly had her in fear of what he father might do. “If they were looking for me that means that it was something serious.”

“It’s fine,” Negan hushed her, trying to get her to relax as he sat up straighter and held his finger up. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?” she retorted with a confused look. Negan snapped his fingers almost in an order and she felt him nudging her into a position that he clearly wanted. A moment later there was a cool sensation pressing in over her neck as she heard the clip of something closing. “Negan?”

“You can open your eyes,” Negan responded, pressing soft kisses over her neck again. When she saw that it was the necklace from the night before he heard her gasp. “I know you didn’t want me to get it for you, but I just…had to. It looks beautiful on you and I knew you really thought it was beautiful.”

“When did you…?” she looked down at the necklace seeing the way it glimmered as the sunset shined from it. “Negan, I can’t accept this.”

“I can’t return it,” Negan shrugged his shoulders with a wicked smirk. “It’s yours now.”

“Negan…” he watched her frown and she reached down to trace her fingertips over the white gold chain that led to the charm at the bottom. Her fingertips grazed over the diamond and she felt her heart pounding inside of her chest. “You shouldn’t have done this.”

“I wanted to pamper my girl,” Negan responded with a shake of his head. “That’s why I left the other day. I ran back to quickly go get it. I know you are paranoid about me spending money on you, but I love you. You liked the necklace; I bought it for you to show you how much I love you. It will be our special thing.”

Negan reached out with his rough fingertips to grasp a hold of the diamond to look it over. A smirk pressed in over his lips and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I just want you happy,” Negan whispered, moving forward to press another kiss over her lips and he felt her arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold onto him tightly.

“You…make me happy,” she whispered in his ear, pressing a quick kiss over his flesh before pulling away to look down at the necklace again. Her eyes were tearing over and he reached out to brush at her cheek lovingly. “I don’t want you to think this is the kind of person I am.”

“I think you are a wonderful person,” Negan shook his head and frowned when a single tear slid down her face. “That’s why I fell in love with you Y/N. Shit…I’ve fallen hard.”

“You’re making me swoon here Negan,” she informed him with a half laugh, reaching up to brush her fingertips throughout his thick hair. “You are amazing.”

“I was thinking…” Negan began with a long sigh, reaching up to grab a hold of her fingertips in his. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss over the back of her hand. “I know you are worried about your father. You are a lot. Why don’t you just move in with me?”

“I couldn’t do that Negan,” she shook her head firmly, a small laugh falling from her throat. “How are we going to hide that from people?”

“Very carefully,” Negan shrugged, attempting to think of something to say to make her feel comfortable with the suggestion. “I don’t care. I want to be with you. I want to keep you safe. I just want to make you happy.”

“I know and I love you,” she hushed him with a shake of her head. “I just can’t have you getting in trouble because of me.”

“Then let me buy you a place until you get a job. An apartment or something…” Negan reasoned with Y/N and she reached out to cup his rough face in her hands. His eyes seemed confused and upset as she shook her head. “Please. I want to keep you safe.”

“After you told me about the money Negan, I’m not going to accept these things. I want to be with you. I do, but I’m not a gold digger,” she insisted firmly. Moving in, she kissed Negan in a loving manner. “The necklace is enough to make me uncomfortable.”

“But it shows you are mine,” Negan reached down to trace his fingertips over the white gold necklace.

“I was yours long before this was on my neck,” she reminded him and a smirk pressed in over his features. Her fingertips brushed into his short beard and she leaned in to rest her forehead against his. “I didn’t need a necklace or something fancy to tell me that.”

“I want to protect you,” Negan sighed heavily, his warm breath pressing in against her face. “You are so scared and I don’t want something bad to happen to you. We can take measures to keep both of us safe. No one would know you are living with me.”

“If it ever gets to the point I think it has to be that way…then we can talk about it,” she suggested and Negan frowned, sighing heavily as he stared out at her with his sincere hazel eyes. She moved in to kiss him over and over again as he clutched tightly to her. “I love you Negan. More than you will ever know.”

“I love you too,” Negan stated against her skin, nipping softly at her bottom lip as they kissed. “So much.”

Negan stretched out on his leather couch at home as he scrolled through the photos he had taken over the weekend with Y/N on their trip. They had finished their trip and driven back on Sunday. They had gotten so many great photos while they were there and shared so many wonderful experiences. Their whole time away they had spent time doing things together and not once did they end up sleeping together. That wasn’t how most of his relationships had gone in the past and it was nice to have something different for once. Being able to share memorable moments together was something that he actually enjoyed and looking at the photos he’d taken of them together actually made him feel a sense of happiness.

The sound of his doorbell ringing was heard and Negan closed up his phone. Looking to the time, he could see that it was late at night. It had been a few hours since Y/N had headed home. When she had left, she was worried about her parents, but knew that she had to return to find out what was wrong. Moving to the door, Negan first noticed the bags at his feet in front of him and lifted his head to let out a gasp when he saw Y/N standing before him.

“Jesus Christ,” Negan blurt out reaching out to grasp at her face and he heard her wince upon contact. Negan pushed the hood that was covering her head down and took a look at her face. It was clear that she had been crying. There were small wounds over her eyebrow, under her eye and bottom lip. Her face was bright red and he could feel her shaking before him. “What the fuck happened?”

“Just…let me in?” she begged and Negan nodded, grabbing her bags to allow her into the house. Negan urged her toward the couch and he saw her shaking when she took a seat on it. She was still crying and Negan could feel his own body trembling with the sight of her. “I’m so sorry…”

“What happened?” Negan demanded to know hearing the shaking in her voice. She was trembling against his touch as he tried caressing over her face. “Baby?”

“I went home and my father cornered me. While we were gone they had apparently had gotten a call from my doctor who wanted to make sure I wasn’t having any bad side effects from my birth control pills,” she informed Negan and felt his body tensing up. Negan’s eyes grew wide as she nodded and nervously licked her lips. “Which apparently made them go upstairs to look through my things and he found some of the condoms that I had. They called my friend’s house that I was supposed to be at and found out that I wasn’t there and he’s been fuming all weekend.”

“That fucker did this to you?” Negan snarled seeing her nod slowly and he reached out to brush some of the blood that was dripping down her face away. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

She motioned Negan to wait and he saw her moving for the sweatshirt. She shook as she carefully pulled the material from her body and Negan could see that she was reaching for the back of her shirt. His heart pounded inside of his chest watching her pull up the back of her shirt to show that she had belt marks all up and down her back.

“He called me a whore and locked me in my room,” she told him about what happened and he could hear her start to cry harder. “That’s not the worst thing…”

“It gets worse?” Negan felt every muscle in his body locking up and he watched her reach inside the pocket of the hoodie to pull out the necklace he had gotten her. It was clear that the clasp was broken and he reached out to grasp her hands in his.

“He ripped this from my neck. Apparently he knows that it came from the person I was sleeping with,” she trembled before him and he could hear her sobbing by this point. “I’m so sorry Negan. I didn’t mean for this.”

“We can get the necklace fixed sweetheart, it’s okay…” Negan hushed her, holding her in his arms as he heard her sobbing. Negan pushed the necklace he had bought her into the pocket in his pajamas before continuing to comfort her.

“I snuck out the window… I can’t go back….” She insisted with a whimper and Negan slid his hand in over the back of her neck. Pulling her close in a supportive manner, Negan let out a stressed sound. Negan tried comforting her to the best of his ability. He hushed softly when he heard her continue to cry and stroked her hair in soothing way. More than anything he wanted to go and attack her father for hurting her. It broke him to see Y/N hurt and he absolutely hated it. “I’m so sorry Negan.”

“It’s okay,” Negan promised with a hush, pressing a tender kiss against her temple. “You never have to go back there again, I promise.”

Y/N trembled in his arms and he felt her cuddling her head into his chest as she cried. Negan felt the adrenaline rising inside of his chest. The way his heart was hammering caused Negan to inhale sharply. There was a strong sense of rage filling his veins and Negan knew that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You stay here…I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” Negan pulled away from Y/N, giving her a quick look before heading toward the front of the house. Searching through one of the closets, Negan found his baseball bat and grabbed a tight hold of it. Negan went to go for the front door until he felt her grasp desperately at his shoulder. “It’s fine…”

“It’s not,” she shook her head repetitively. “I left after they locked me in my room. I grabbed as much as I could and took off crawling out the window and climbing down. I don’t even know if he knows I’m gone yet. I can’t have you go there and get in trouble. You are all I have. If you get in trouble for hurting him…”

“He can’t do this. This is wrong. You should never hit a woman like this and you should never, ever treat your child like this,” Negan grunted with an angered sound. His body was shaking and he knew that he wanted to tear her father limb from limb. “He’s a piece of shit and this is what he deserves.”

“It is, but I love you. I love you and I can’t have anything happen to you,” she pleaded desperately and he felt her grabbing a tight hold of his wrist to stop him from leaving. Negan frowned and sighed before setting the bat down. “If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do.”

“You’re not going to lose me, but he needs to be taught a lesson,” Negan insisted with a hiss and she nodded. Negan stepped forward to cup her face in his large hands and moved forward to kiss her. “We need to call someone. Tell them what he did because this is wrong.”

“No, we can’t,” she denied the offer and Negan was confused because this abuse was completely wrong. “If we go to someone and tell them what happened they are going to question why I came to you. Why it was you that I picked to go to after he beat the hell out of me. I don’t want you in trouble. I can’t have you losing your job because of me.”

“Something has to be done,” Negan demanded and he could feel her shaking in his arms. “Something…”

“Please Negan. I’m never going back there…I just…have to figure out what to do,” she stuttered, thinking of something to say. “I can’t tell people about this. I don’t want to be seen as broken. I don’t want people to know about…us. I can’t…”

“Relax,” Negan interrupted her with the shake of his head. “I love you, okay? So I’m going to do what you want of me. But fuck…if I see your father again, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I wanna fucking kill him.”

“I don’t even know what I would do if I saw him again,” she agreed and Negan reached out to grab a tight hold of her hand. He led her toward the kitchen and picked her up to place her on the island in the middle of his kitchen. Her soft cries filled the air and he wanted to kill her father for what he had done, but he was trying to do what she begged of him as he gathered some ice in a cloth and moved over toward her. He motioned her to hold it to her by her eye where the most swelling was. Quickly moving to the bathroom, he grabbed things to clean her wounds and moved swiftly to get back to her in the kitchen. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t go back there.”

“You’re going to live here,” Negan hushed her, his eyes staring into hers with a serious expression while he started to clean the gash on her lip. “I’ve been trying to get you to move in with me for a while now. You think I’m going to change my mind when you need me the most?”

“What about school?” she stammered and he shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t do this to you.”

“We’ll figure it all out,” Negan silenced her with the shake of his head. “Trust me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. You are not going back to that house. You are going to stay here where I can protect you. Nothing like this is ever going to happen to you again, I swear.”

Negan heard her start to cry again and he reached out to pull her in closer to him so he could comfort her. He held her close in his arms trying to do his best to comfort her, but there was still part of him that felt responsible for this. He told her to avoid her father while they were on the trip and the only reason that she had condoms in the first place was because of him.

“I’m sorry I let this happen. I told you I would protect you and I couldn’t,” Negan grumbled with a heavy sigh, his lips pressing a lingering kiss against her temple. “This is all my fault.”

“No, no it’s not,” she denied his words and turned to touch the side of his face with her palm. “Imagine everything I would have gone through if you weren’t in my life.”

“But this…this is my fault,” Negan looked her over and he felt his body trembling with anger while he stared out at her. “I’m so fucking sorry and I promise I will never let this happen to you again sweetheart.”

“You have no control over my father,” she insisted seeing the sadness that was filtering over Negan’s face and she slowly lowered from the counter of the island to step forward. Her arms wrapped around him and he embraced her lovingly. “You are the best thing in my life Negan and I would be absolutely lost without you.”

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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Some Weeks Are Better Than Others Pt. 7

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6*

(I hope I can still call you mine...”)

M’Baku x Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Plot: You and M’Baku have to be apart for a business trip you are taking. Leaving him sucks for you both, but career is important and he supports. But the trip is a lot more than a test of your value to your job, but to your relationship as well.

*Previously*

“Well you just tell me when you want me gone, and I’m out. But you’re getting a happy ending tonight, no doubt.” You giggle, “You’d like that huh?” “He stares at you, leaning in, “I really would though.” You feel something you haven’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. Something reserved for M’Baku, only achieved by him. But here you are, in heat with someone else. “Pass me that bottle then.” you say. The next morning you wake up in a daze in your hotel room. The sun’s rays blind you as they seep in greeting you. You sit up as the sheets wrap around your bare skin, cool and calming. A note is on the pillow next to you. You pick it up and read: Thanks for the good time last night. A phone number followed. Your heart dropped as you thought over last night. Bar, club, and then that guy. Oh shit, you thought as you looked at your nakedness underneath the covers.

M’Baku kept replaying the scenario over and over in his head. He came in and went upstairs while Keni went to the restroom. Then he sees a woman sorting his clothes in his drawer -- that woman being his own mother. After he shoos her down the stairs and gets her to leave, you call him and say to ask who he has at his house. M’Baku couldn’t get past it, it didn’t make sense that you knew a woman was in the house that quickly. M’Baku knew you were a force to be reckoned with investigatively, but this was practically impossible.

M’Baku makes a call to Keni’s legal friend to get some assistance on the boot on his car. Luckily they could see him tomorrow to get the situation corrected, so that was one less thing that he would have to think about. The rest of the night was open to him to do whatever he needed before going out tonight. Akoje and the other Jabari could party for any reason: breakups, getting laid, new job, leaving a bad one, clinic test was negative, just about anything would have a glass raised to.

But, M’Baku couldn’t stop thinking about you. As he sat in his newly cleaned living room thanks to Mama, his heart was not in for a jovial get-together. He flips through the TV channels without actually paying attention to the images flashing before him. His arm rests across the back of the couch, rubbing the material subconsciously. You have been mad at him before, but this sounded different. You usually lay out everything M’Baku did wrong before giving a silent treatment to make him feel bad and grovel in apologies. But you never accused M’Baku of Infidelity before. Even women walking down the street ogling him outright just made you hold him a little tighter and kiss him or do something to really give them something to stare at.

Now, M’Baku has heard at least ten thousand times how much you hate to know of him working with beautiful women; stretching them, squatting, touching them for any reason. But M’Baku reassured the relationship was secure everytime you fussed. The paycheck was great, he is doing something he enjoys, and comes home to you on time, every night.

M’Baku’s heart deflates as he stares at his phone. He was mad initially at your tone but that quickly dissipated when he rewound the hurt in your voice over and over in his head. This can’t be happening.

Later that night, M’Baku rechecks himself in the mirror. A white collared button down shirt, tucked into some black high-water type slacks and some brown oxfords; it took little to no effort for him to look good in clothes. Adding accessories of a watch and gold chain you gave him for you guys’ second anniversary, it was about time to head out. M’Baku pours out a drink to the halfway portion of his glass with brown liquor on ice before heading to the balcony. Leaning on the rail he sips slow staring at the city lights scattered across the city. How many nights did he do this same thing before you would rub his back and whisper something that would always get him to come to bed on command. He missed you terrible as he downed his drink a little faster; this was his fifth glass, and being a big guy, the alcohol was not hitting his system as quickly as his emotions were. A honk comes from downstairs and he sees Akoje waving from his Navigator.

“Oh, Lonely Ape-Man, let down your hair! We have come to rescue you from your strife!”

M’Baku raises his empty glass to his Jabari, “Good Evening, enyi !”

The doors open and out pops Enache and Ogoro. “GREAT GORILLA KING!!” They say in unison. M’Baku laughs heartily for the first time in what felt like months. The alcohol might be starting to circulate, but he was far from where he wanted to be.

Riding down to the club, M’Baku and crew shout and hop in their seats as their jams blasted on full.

“Aye. M’Baku! It is about time we finally got you outta the house man. Your house arrest bracelet just die on you, or something?” Enache howls at himself as the other join.

Akoje looks back at Enache in the rearview as he drives, “Nah, That’s not it at all. Our man is having troubles at home, needs us to take his mind off of things.” Akoje claps a hand on M’Baku’s shoulder, who feels a little embarrassed as soon as he hears it.

“Ohhh, Kukie! How do you have problems without a woman in the house? Isn’t that when it is supposed to be more peaceful?” Ogoro asks.

M’Baku cranes his neck to reply, “Has your life been peaceful since you have been an adult? Because I cannot recall the last time a woman shared a space with you in a intimate setting.”

The guys laugh at Ogoro, fueled by M’Baku’s burn.

“Ahhh, Baku, you’re not right for that! I am selective about the queen I choose.” Ogoro explains.

“Selections are not bad to have, but why must they be so….thin! You want women who have no calorie intake and burn it off just as fast. Grab a stick outside to rub, it’d be perfect.” Akoje chimes in.

Enache claps his hands with joy, “OH, yes. That is foul, enyi , but accurate. Brother, if you can’t handle the curves of a voluptuous partner, at least get someone who is concentrated in one area...or another.” He mimes his hands in front of his chest, and brings one hand down in a motion to shape a booty cheek.

Akoje offers his hand for a high five from Enache, “That’s it! Ogoro, you and M’Baku, I can’t get past how you are with women.”

“What’s wrong with me? My woman has...EVERYTHING I could ask for; mind and body.”

“See? That alone is a problem. You said mind first!”

“I can’t stand the empty headed women your circulate, Akoje. They can’t even talk about the weather properly.” M’Baku hisses.

“It does not matter. I’m not looking for conversation, I’m looking some eye candy, that is down for a good time.”

M’Baku shakes his head, “And how these American women fall for it over and over, is beyond me.”

Akoje smiles, sitting up a bit straighter, “See, I put my accent on a little bit thicker than usual, eh? Then I just tell them that they would be a queen back where I’m from, your feet would never touch the ground, etc. Make them feel like commitment is no problem for you.”

“HAHAHA! That is the punchline.” M’Baku guffaws.

“I am committed Kukie. Pleasure is always a commitment and I have no complaints from anybody!”

They make it to the club which appears to be at its prime at the moment. Everybody is lining up, chatting with their friends to make sure they have their fit straight, makeup on point, everything did.

Scoping the crowd, Akoje rubs his hands together Birdman style, “Gentlemen, follow me, I got an in with the bouncer.” M’Baku and the the others bark in excitement as they walk up to the front of the line. Akoje signals for them to fall back a bit while he talks to the bouncer.

M’Baku starts to get suspicious when he notices the bouncers stance and expression has not changed since before Akoje started talking to him.

“Ahh! Akoje doesn’t know him! The club will be closing up by the time we make it through the line.” Ogoro complains.

Enache shoves him, “Enough of that! He said he had us, he’s got us. Have you-”

Ogoro interrupts, “If you end that sentence with, ‘Have you ever known him to lie to us’ after the endless examples he has of doing such, Hanuman help me, my foot will be going up your-”

“Jabari! We have gained entrance! Come!” Akoje announce waving them through as he steps into the club.

Enache leads the party to the bouncer. Attempting to pass him, the man stiff arms him.

“Aight, 30 a pop.”

“$30??? We know Akoje though, he said he had us!” M’Baku perks up.

The meat headed bounce slowly shakes his head, “Akoje gets in free, he didn’t mention friends before now.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Ogoro exasperates.

“Hey, if you don’t like it, just go somewhere else, or wait in line like all these other waitin ass muthafuckas. $30, or walk.”

They grumble as they dig in their wallets and line up to pay the man.

“Man, I’m only going to be able to get a water after that mess.” Ogoro moans.

M’Baku, claps him on the shoulder, “I need a drinking partner. We will cover you, Brother, no problem.”

M’Baku looks expectantly at Enache who is on his phone. “Akoje said he is by a reserved spot...by the right side. Can’t miss it, he said.”

Walking through the area, Akoje is double fisting some bottles, cigar in his mouth.

“Eh! You can’t smoke inside, man!” Ogoro exclaims.

Akoje cocks his head to the side, taking it from his mouth, still holding the bottles. “It’s not lit, mother! Please, be the first to grab a glass because you certainly need it, sir.” Enache passes the tumblers around as Akoje fills them up like he’s Diddy.

Akoje bellows, “Raise our glasses gentlemen! To life, to lust, to liquor. May it all find us tonight!” The men bark as they chug their drinks. M’Baku chugs his, screwing his face up as the brown warns his throat. It wasn’t the alcohol bothering him though, but Akoje’s toast. Lust was the last thing on his mind as far as debauchery, since you weren’t here and especially since you were mad.

The night powers on as the jams circulate, moving the crowd. The Jabari became almost the life of the party as they sang along hyping the crowd, dancing with women. M’Baku watched from a far but laughed his ass off at the guys getting lit, especially Ogoro’s wet blanket self. Enough liquor had finally hit him to put caution to the wind.

Akoje comes up to M’Baku holding his phone to his ear, “I’ll be back, Fat Man, in case the others wonder.” M’Baku nods as Akoje swiftly maneuvers the crowd toward the entrance,

M’Baku leans back in the curved couch, head resting as the alcohol courses through him. He feels tingles in in his extremities, a sign the limit is about to hit, but the night was still far from over.

M’Baku feels a couple slaps on the side of his face. Raising his head, M’Baku squints through his heavy lids to see a grinning Akoje. “Hey man, look who showed up to keep us company.”

Looking behind him, he sees a woman walking up the steps to their couch.

“Who the hell is that?” M’Baku slurs as he sits up studying her as she switched toward you. Smiling, she flips her wavy tresses behind her shoulder, standing with her hip poked out. The bodycon dress hugged any and every curve her body had to show; titties gathered and presented at full mast. Licking her lips she turns to Akoje.

“Thank you for inviting me to come out with you guys,” she says. M’Baku gets caught up in her frame, sobers up a bit quicker than expected.

“No problem, love. The party is just getting good too. Go ahead and pour yourself a glass.” Akoje sits by M’Baku, slapping his knee. “She cleans up well, yeah? No surprise with a body like that though.”

She bends over to pour her into her glass on the table, giving the guys a full view of her behind.

M’Baku leans over to Akoje talking sideways, “Why does that ass seem familiar to me, ‘Je?”

Akoje busts out laughing, “Oh man, you really have had too much to drink. That’s your girl!”

M’Baku shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Here man, drink this. You must be losing your buzz. We don’t need no headaches tonight.”

M’Baku takes Akoje’s glass and downs the contents. M’Baku winces at the heat that hits his chest, beating it with his fist.

Their additional party member sits next to M’Baku resting a hand on his knee firmly with a rub. “You glad to see me?” she whispers in his ear.

M’Baku leans back to look at her. At this point he has drank so much that an aura halo has formed around her silhouette making it hard to distinctly focus on her features.

“I...don’t know.” M’Baku turns back to Akoje. “That is not, (Y/N), what are you talking about?” Akoje rolls his eyes, “You really are going insane, eh? Talk to her!” Akoje says grabbing the top of M’Baku’s head and rotating it towards the girl.

“You don’t recognize me? Shit, I tried dressing up too damn nice then, I guess.” She looks down at herself, running her hand down her torso. M’Baku’s eyes follow, balling his hand up in a fist to keep it from wandering.

She laughs, pushing his arm as she takes a long gulp of her drink. The music changes, making her rock and snap with the beat.

“Ohhhh, shit! Mk, DJ givin me my shit tonight!” She stands up swaying her hips to the music. “Ok, Baku. Let’s see if this sparks your memory.” Body rolling she goes into a running man dance, titties hopping and dangerously close to spilling out. Next she drops and gets her eagle on, squatting and popping her ass towards M’Baku.

Akoje stands to hype her up, “Aye! Aye! Go on, girl! Handle that, Kukie!” Laughing his ass off as he makes his way back down to the dance floor.

“Wait, wait, Keni! What are you doing-” M’Baku starts to speak but Keni’s body comes hurdling backwards toward him as she loses her balance, falling into his lap. M’Baku catches her, gripping her waist as she laughs, catching her breath, “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry M’Baku! At least you remember me now; I knew that would jog your memory.” Keni twists to look into his face, flipping her hair back. She bites her lips as she stares at M’Baku, completely in heat for him. M’Baku is still trying to hold his liquor consumption properly to stave off her advances,

M’Baku attempts sitting up, “Ah, Keni, I need to-”

“You aren’t going, are you? The night just begun baby!” She says caressing his beard greedily.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, please. Sit and enjoy yourself. My friends would really like your company I think.” M’Baku lifts her up off of him as he goes towards the back of the club.

Once he makes it by the restrooms, he pulls out his phone to check his notifications. Emails, reminders, news, but no you. M’Baku heaves a deep breath, holding it in as he raises his arms above his head. All he wanted to do was bash the walls in, but instead he lets go of his breath, leaning his fists and head on the bricks. He couldn’t imagine what you were doing right now. Were you hurting? You were in a city with no one you knew, who could comfort you right now? He couldn’t wait for you to come home. Things will be better when you get back to town, he knew it; y’all could hash out all of what did and didn’t happen.

A hand snakes his shoulder; turning, Keni is leaning with her shoes in her hands. “You left me by myself. I couldn’t find you.”

M’Baku looks at her concerned, “You’re drunk already?”

Keni puts a finger to her lips, “Shooosh. I know it’s not in the diet plan but it’s CHEAT DAY!” She exclaims raising her hands in the air before, falling onto M’Baku with her hands around his neck. “You know cheating ain’t so bad. Long as you honest with yourself, and really enjoy it…” Keni slurs, poking her lips out at M’Baku, who swiftly pushes her face back with his palm.

“I have a whole woman that I claim, already Keni. You’re doing too much, you need to go home.”

She smiles, standing awkwardly, “YOU need to take ME home with YOU!” She points back and forth between you, offbeat with what she said.

M’Baku takes her arm to lead her out. “Did you drive or ride with someone?”

Keni scoffs as she drags along, “Don’t worry bout that, long as I ride them thighs later, bruh!”

M’Baku sighed as his buzz diminishes quickly with the night air. “You got your keys?”

Keni opens her clutch to rifle through. Pulling out a roll of condoms, she hands them to M’Baki, “Hold on to these, we need ‘em.” M’Baku holds a corner of them disgusted, “I don’t need these; I have a woman, I say.”

Keni pulls out her keys, shaking her hands, “I KNOW! The girl got a sixth sense for women being in your house, I swear.”

M’Baku pauses when he hears this. “What do you mean by that, Keni?”

Keni hands the keys and starts walking off kilter. “She called and I picked up and I was like OOPS, hung up. Then ya mama came and called me a hoe; why you got such rude females around you?”

“That was when you came to my house? My phone rang and you picked up?” M’Baku asks piecing the sequence of events together.

“Like I said, she sound rude as fuck. You need someone to keep you til she get back, I’m it!” She does a power stance to portray herself as a catch: makeup smeared, hair disheveled, feet dirty from the streets.

M’Baku looked at her like she was crazy, “Tempting as that may be, it’s not something I am into, at all. Did you park in that lot?”

Keni nods, leading him to the area. “Make it do the beep beep.” she instructs him.

M’Baku punches the unlock button on the car remotes and sees it lighting up. M’Baku trots over, getting in the driver’s side to start the engine up.

Keni goes to open the passenger door. “You sit in the back.” M’Baku instructs.

Keni looks through her window, looking completely appalled. Opening the backdoor and getting in, she says, “Come on, I wasn’t going to try and give you road head or anything.”

M’Baku shakes his head pulling out of the lot sighing heavily, “I just don’t want you to puke on me, but sure, that too. Tell me your address.”

Keni giggles relaying the info, “Oh shit.” The contents of her stomach hurl on across the backseat and M’Baku lets down the windows to try to let the stench air out. Any attraction this lady may have possessed earlier in the evening had completely dissipated from M’Baku’s mindset, officially with the vomit.

Keni is crying now, “I didn’t want to do this. I was supposed to be sexy!” M’Baku turns on the radio to be somewhat a distraction, occasionally asking her to calm down until he arrives at her place. She lived on the third floor of an apartment building, so M’Baku had to work with her dead weight and his dehydration from all the liquor to get up the stairs.

Opening her door, he lays her down on her couch. Going to her kitchen he finds a bucket and lays it on the floor nearest to her head.

As he goes to leave he hears her say, “M’Baku?”

He looks to God for strength as he goes over to her. “You’re too good, you know? Like, amazing. Soooo, stay cute.” She roughly pats the side of his face. “We will continue this another time!”

M’Baku puts her hand at her side and heads out the door. “Not if I can help it.”

“See you at the gym! I drank a lotta calories!” she yells as you close the door.

M’Baku called an Uber out to pick him up. Once he got home, the biggest wave of relief rushed over his body as he crashed on the couch. Covering his face, he groans as the days events fill his thoughts, laughing to himself. M’Baku had never gotten that close to a client before, to see them at his home or after hours and he certainly understood why that could never happen again. Keni put herself out there as a kind girl, and she was; helpful and sweet. But her true colors were let out tonight. He’d make sure she was off his roster of clients immediately. There was no way they could work together again after this.

M’Baku looks at his phone and pulls up your number. He calls you, waiting for you to pick up with every ring but it goes to voicemail. It was late, but he hoped you would wake up to talk. Unless you were still mad. He leaves a message for you.

“Hello, my love. I just wanted to hear your voice, but I wanted to explain something so hopefully you will listen now. The woman you heard, was not someone I am involved with; she is, or, was a client from my job. She helped me with a ride home after the car got booted, which is probably a better reason to be mad at me but it will be corrected by the time you return.” M’Baku says in an apologetic rush. “She picked up my phone by accident, and I know this may sound strange, but my mom made a surprise visit during, and swiftly bashed her, and defended you, believe it or not.” He laughs tiredly. “Baby, I didn’t and will never seek attention from someone else as long as I can call you mine.” He pauses a moment before his voice cracks. “I hope I can still call you mine. I miss you, I love you. Call me as soon as you get this. I can’t wait for you to come home.” The automatic message says M’Baku ran to long and gives him the option to save it or delete it. M’Baku saves it, hoping it was enough to get you all talking again.

Tired again, M’Baku heads to the bedroom to shower and rest. His bare skin against the sheets of the bed were the only thing there to calm him. All he wanted was to hold you, life wasn’t so hard when you were with him. You were on his mind until the world grew quiet.

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You pop out of bed and run to the bathroom. You run to the shower and wash yourself frantically; scrubbing every inch of you skin until you thought you needed a skin graft. Out of the shower you get your toothbrush to scrub your teeth.

I remember going to the bar, or the club? Maybe both. I danced, I drank. I met that guy….

You piece together last night’s events as best you can before catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You recall drinking with him on the bench, he rubbed your feet. You feel like throwing up at your behavior. Spitting and rinsing your mouth out, you go back to your bed to read the note, thanking you for a good night. You truly could not recall your behavior after the bench. But it didn’t take much to figure it out since you woke up sore, in a funky room, and naked.

Plopping onto the mattress, you hold your face in your hands; your eyes start to burn as tears try to form behind your eyelids. You look out the window biting your lip to keep it from quivering. You wanted to reverse time, make it all not happen. This isn’t how you should be behaving during your spat with M’Baku. You haven’t even heard his side of things but you were so ready to throw skin to the wind for the first nigga that smiles at you?

You take a deep breath to collect your racing thoughts as a headache begins to build. You reach for your purse to get your painkillers out and your phone. It vibrates in your hand to signal a message waiting for you. Before checking you pop your pill and get some water to down it. You needed to call Niecy; hopefully she could help you figure out last night a little clearer. But she wasn’t in bed with you so how much more could she know….or was she?

Shaking that image quickly from her head you open your phone to see a couple missed calls and texts. There were some from Niecy around the time of last night and then 30 minutes ago today, along with a text.

Get your ass to my hotel room soon as you see this. ” Well, shit. What did you do to piss her off?

Then you notice a missed call from M’Baku. Your heart swells at just seeing your boo’s name. But then your stomach drops at the thought of speaking to him now. First you were holding all the cards in your little guilt parade. And as much as you wanted to listen to him finally, now an even bigger element is threatening to keep you away.

A voicemail is waiting for you to listen to and your palms break out sweating in anticipation. Was he confessing? Was he breaking up with you? A sickening thought crossed your mind that you would be relieved if he just came out and decided to leave you for her. No need to talk about your thing and you would still come out looking like the better person. You tell yourself to shut the fuck up as you get up and pace to work off some anxious energy. Taking a deep breath, you select to play the message. Hearing his voice for the first time in what feels like forever, your body turns into a puddle hearing him speak calmly and you listen with no barriers, and a completely open mind. He goes into what had happened between him and the woman you heard on his phone, and as out of the way it sounds, he does say his mother witnessed it so you know lying is not in her DNA; 100% blunt truth 24/7.

As he tells you how much he loves you, you are overcome with gulping sobs. You cover your mouth like he is actually on the phone and might hear you but you can’t stop them from coming. Your chest heaves as you hyperventilate when the message ends, dropping on all fours on the floor. M’Baku did nothing to hurt you, he never cheated. You grip your hair follicles, threatening their livelihood as your heart breaks over what you’ve done. You didn’t even give M’Baku the benefit of the doubt; he has been your man for 3 years! Why did you have such low self-esteem with him when he never gives you any inclination of being unfaithful.

You get your phone to look up douching supplies when your phone rings, making you jump.

Your heart rate subsides as you see it is Niecy.

Picking up, you say, “Hey girl, sorry I hadn’t-”

“Come to my room now please.” Niecy hangs up.

You look at your phone to make sure you were actually hung up on. Niecy hadn’t been like this with you before, so you put on some clothes and head down to see what’s up.

Knocking on her door, Niecy opens it swiftly, holding a coffee cup.

“Come on then.” she walks away sitting at her kitchenette table. You close the door behind you following suit. “Niecy, what’s up with you? Did I do-”

“What’s up with me? Bitch, what the fuck was up with YOU last night??” Niecy practically hops in her seat from the force of her voice.

You pick you words slowly and carefully, “Honestly, I am not sure, but I think-”

“Why did you even leave with that guy last night, (Y/N)? You know how bad I would feel knowing I was the last to see you alive before going missing??” Niecy gasps at the thought before taking a sip from her cup.

You look down at your hands ashamed, “I know, I know. But-”

“And you have a boyfriend, (Y/N). No matter how much fun you are having you can’t just go off with a guy, whatever the case of the situation may be because it looks really, really bad!”

Tears start to well up at this part of the scolding, “Then why did you even call him over to me?!”

Niecy pushes her braids back, “I wanted you to have fun with a guy. The type of fun that you could have in a PUBLIC setting. But not even that stops you.”

Your mouth slacks open at Niecy’s read. “You didn’t have to go there….”

Niecy nods, “I know, you’re right. I’m sorry. He really took things too far with you anyway. It’s not all your fault.”

“You know M’Baku didn’t cheat on me after all.” you confess.

Now Niecy’s jaw drops open. “What? What did he say happened then?”

Tears roll down your face as you relive the voicemail, “A client of his gave him a ride home after the car got booted, which is a whole other story he will need to tell. But she just picked up his phone by accident and his mom was there, so she saw them and can attest to it, but in the end as convoluted as it seems….nothing happened between them.”

You sniff and wipe your nose as Niecy gets you a tissue and a sympathetic look. “I’m so glad you finally heard him out, (Y/N).”

“Well, I heard him out on voicemail. He called around the time that I probably was….” Your lip quivers as you pull apart the tissue in your hands.

“Babe, it’s gonna be ok! You all can finally patch things up, start fresh!” Niecy says.

You blow your nose, which proved pointless as your sobs and tears built up again. “There’s no way he would want to see me now!”

“Don’t be silly, so you had a little fun with a guy, it wasn’t serious, he’ll forgive it!”

“Oh come on, Niecy! I would think you would be continuing to nail me to the cross like you were earlier! I’m not good enough for him, I went too far for nothing!”

Niecy pulls her chair around to rub your back, “Now we all make mistakes when we are emotional. You’ve been stressed out, homesick, and I would be going through withdrawals too if I had a slice like that waiting for me when I got home!” Niecy sees you not laughing and continues. “Emotional cheating is a bit tricky, but maybe wait to tell him when things blow over. Love on him a little, rebuild that trust and companionship then pull apart the ugly to get to the good stuff.”

You look at Niecy like she has gone mad, “This was more than emotional, and I can’t NOT tell him about it! If I were a guy, I’d be a dog for sleeping around.”

Niecy leans back squinting at you, “Sleeping around?”

You nod wiping your nose, “Yeah, that guy left a note. I got really drunk, I woke up naked!”

Niecy hides her face, “Oh God, you don't remember, do you?”

You shake your head, “Which makes it even worse, if you ask me. If the guy hadn’t left a note, I may have lived in ignorant bliss but-”

“Girl, you didn’t sleep with that guy!” Niecy exclaims.

You look at her confused, “What do you mean?? I was drinking with him and then I wake up-”

“Naked with a thank you note, I heard you, I know. But that’s not what happened though.”

The guy passes you the bottle so you can get right. TIpping it back you gulp it down a little too fast you hiccup handing it back to him.

“You handle it like that, huh?” he asks, golds glistening as he smiles at you incredulously.

You wipe your mouth sloppily, hiccuping again, “I hold my own when I need. Now, you want my place or yours?”

He gets up holding out a hand to take yours, “Whichever works for you, Princess.”

“Chiiiiill with the ‘princess’ bull, dawg. HaHA! Bulldog! I did that, I did!” You walk around pointing at yourself with pride at your horrendous joke skills. You teeter against a wall as the alcohol catches up to you.

“Well shit. You look down for the night, baby girl.” He says.

You wave him off, “Uh-uh! We gonna go back to mine, play some Uno or somethin, and get turnt the FUCK up! Don’t eeen worry bout dat!” you slur.

“Ayye, your phone is going off, you need to get that?” The guy brings it over to you with your purse.

Leaning against the cool brick wall, you try to steady your vision. “Fuck that. It’s probably that nicca.”

“(Y/N!) The fuck you been!”

You turn your head a little too quick and start to tip over. The guy catches your arm, holding you up.

“Niecy!!! Look, this guy likes me, we gonna go have some fun. You wanna join us, babe?” You ask drunkenly.

“I actually just want her to go home so I can dip. This ain’t my style, for real.” The guy says to Niecy.

“I was your style in the bar! Maaann niggas ain’t SHIT these days! Come on girl, let’s go find some fresher meat.” Weak from the alcohol, you try in vain to pull your arm from the guy’s grasp.

“Look at her! I wanted you to take her mind off her spat with her man but here you go liquoring her up, planning God knows what!”

He holds his hands up, “Aye! This was all consenting. She asked for the bottle, she said she could hold it down, but I ain’t fucking with nothing that ain’t standing straight.”

You drop to the ground with a thud.

“Shit, just pick her up and come on back to the hotel so I can get her to sleep, please.” Niecy asks through gritted teeth, looking around her suspiciously.

“Bet. S’all I’m tryna do” He picks you up, damsel in distress style all the way down the street. You take a quick snore on his shoulder.

Once you all get to your room, Niecy opens your door and the guy set you down.

Suddenly you are reinvigorated. “AIGHT! Lemme get m cards and turn on my songs so we can fuck it up!” You stumble to your travel bag digging through its contents.

“Aye, can I say goodbye real quick before I got?”

Niecy puts a hand on her hip exasperated, “Yeah, yeah. Hurry it up though.”

The guy writes a note on the notepad on your nightstand. “I hope you work things out with your boy. But if not, once you feel better, hit me up.” He holds up the paper laying it on your bed.

“Awww, come on! The night ain’t over yet. You got shit to do??”

He laughs, “Yeah, I got shit to do, Princess. You were the best date I been on in a minute to be honest. Stay cool, girl.” He saunters out.

You sit on the side of your bed, pouting, “I wanted some DICK!”

Niecy sighs, taking your shoes off to the side, “You got dick. “It’s waiting for you on one more day.”

You focus on the dresser in front of you, but it keeps spinning, no matter how still you sat.

“Oh shit.” Your night came up all over your dress. Just then you phone rings.

“FUCK (Y/N)! You really making me your mama now, huh? Gatdammit.” Niecy holds her nose and gets some towels and a hamper. Putting those down she looks at your phone. “That’s M’Baku but he’ll just have to catch you in the morning. Stand ya ass up, come on.” Niecy uses the towel as a barrier to help get you up.

“I love M’Baku. He’s got real good dick. Niecy, I threw up.”

“I know, sweetie, alladat and then some. We gotta get that dress offa you.” She rolls your hem up in hopes to keep the puke locked in. You raise your arms as it slips off.

“Come on, now. You wore NO draws??” Niecy exclaims quickly tossing the dress to the hamper.

“I told you I wanted dick! But no pantylines biiiiitch.” You say crawling across the bed, plopping on it belly first.

Niecy wipes her brow. “Ok, imma call you when it’s the morning but you call me when you get up, you hear me!?”

You begin to snore. She covers you with a sheet, You gonna hear me tomorrow.” Niecy says to herself before leaving.

Dumbfounded, you say, “Niecy…”

Niecy nods.

Your eyes well up again as you laugh, “I didn’t cheat!”

Niecy shrugs, “Not penetratively. Just good ol’ fashioned foolishness.”

You are filled with regret and shame, but relief and the urge to talk to your man. “Niecy, I’m not gonna take up anymore of your time. I’ll call you later, I owe you a meal, a drink-”

“PLEASE! After yesterday, the scent of alcohol puts me off quite a bit.” Niecy screws her face up in disgust.

You give her a big hug, “You been so good to me. It’s like I’ve known you forever.”

She rubs your back, “We family, baby. Don’t worry bout it. Call your guy.”

You leave her room and call M’Baku as you walk back to your room. He picks up on the second ring.

“(Y/N)?” He says sounding a bit nervous.

“Hey, M’Bop.” Your voice quivers involuntarily.

M’Baku sounding worried, “My love, please tell me you got my message. There was no-”

“Cheating, I know. I know you, I know you didn’t, I love you, M’Bop.” you say, sobbing for the 30th time today.

M’Baku breathes a sigh of relief into the phone, “I love you with every fiber of my being, (Y/N). You don’t have to worry about anyone else getting in the way of that.”

“I’m so sorry, Baku. You have been so good to me, I jumped to conclusions.” You say through gasps.

“Don’t worry about it. You had every right to question. But I promise not to set doubt in you again.” M’Baku says with weighty emphasis.

“And I promise not to shut you out like that.” You wipe your face as you call the elevator. “Things really went to shit when I did that, but we will talk about that later. I can’t wait to come home to you, baby.” you whisper.

“And I will embrace you fully. I can’t rest the same without you next to me, you’ve kept me up at night, girl.” M’Baku jokes.

Laughing you say, “I will talk to you later, ok? I love you!” You blow kisses through the phone.

M’Baku reciprocates, “I will savor these until they are real again, my love.”

Getting on the elevator, you feel extremely more at ease. Your man loves you, and you love him. You can work through what happened, no problem; long as everyone is open and honest.

Part 8

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Commencement Day

Wakanda Got Y’all

If I Could Do It All Again

#SundaySweat

#m'baku x reader #m'baku x you #m'baku fanfic #fanfic #shakafic #black panther au

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ohstardust · 6 years ago

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Rose Coloured Boy - [3/11]

Summary: Sebastian Stan & Eleanor Egan spent the better part of six years being the European outcasts of Rockland Country Day School. Despite growing through their teens as best friends, college soon broke down their friendship until nothing remained. Ten years later, a turn of events in a city as large as New York City, finds them running in the same social circles once again with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC Word Count: 2.2k Masterlist / Story Background / Playlist / AO3 A/N: I love building on friendships and showing how at ease some of these characters are with each other. Also, Sebastian does make an appearance in this part, this is the start of his regular appearance. Part 2 // Part 4

Damon loved to celebrate his birthday, had ever since he was still in nappies, and understood that it meant all the attention could be focused on him for at least a whole day. He certainly never made any secret of the fact to his friends. As he grew older, Damon pursued it as the perfect opportunity to round up his closest friends, and some not quite so close ones, and drink himself stupid until he woke up the following morning, unsure of who he was, and what age he’d become. He’d called it a tradition long before he’d turned thirty.

This year Eleanor had found her way onto his more extensive guest list for the celebration of his milestone birthday, he was desperate to introduce his neighbour to those few friends attending that had yet to meet her. And if he had Sebastian Stan in mind, then no one needed to know about that. “Aren’t you a bit old to be having a big piss up for your thirtieth, Damo?” Despite the seventeen years she’d spent in America, her British inflections never left her, nor did her slang, all still very prominent, infused with a New York twang. Not like Sebastian, she’d noted during his roles she’d caught him in over the past couple of years, the way his accent had changed dramatically from the thirteen-year-old boy she’d first met. He’d been intent on changing his accent the moment he arrived in the States, eager to not stand out and appear like the rest of his peers. Eleanor hadn’t quite shared the same sentiment, but she supposed it was different for her, a British accent was a far cry from a Romanian one in a predominantly English-speaking country. “Excuse me little Miss ‘I’m still 29 for another ten months’.” She rolled her eyes at him and whipped him with the dishcloth as he rinsed off their dinner plates in the kitchen sink and left them to sit in the hot, soapy dishwater to soak. They were enjoying their Sunday night together, it being Eleanor’s only day off due to a gruelling 8 shows in 6-day long weeks. He promised her a home cooked meal to help her unwind, which in Damon’s terms means “I’ll order some take out and we can devour a bottle wine whilst you bitch about one of those girls in the chorus line who isn’t pulling her weight’. Not that she minded, not one bit. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to be friends with someone that old. It’s gross, I need to find some new friends.” Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes at his marginally younger friend, “You’ve still got that edge on Chace at least.” “Thank god, his youth will keep me sane,” she joked, her head tilted back, and the back of her right hand raised to her forehead. He shook his head and snickered at her, pouring them both a glass of red wine whilst throwing the take-out containers in the trash, “You’re ridiculous, why aren’t you ever this dramatic in public?” “I’m still trying to give off the illusion that I’m a fully functioning, and normal, adult. I save my theatrics for the stage and your apartment.” Damon snickered, and she flicked some of the dishwater at her friend before grabbing their glasses and wandering off to the living area, “El, you’re fooling no one.” “I didn’t say I was any good at it.” *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Damon’s phone had been buzzing for the past half hour and Eleanor was just about ready to snatch his phone off the coffee table and throw it against the living room wall just to make the vibration stop. “Will you mute that fucking thing or so help me god I’m breaking it.” “Someone has her panties in a twist.” She was tired, oh so tired from a long working week and the apprehension was gnawing at her brain the more she thought about Damon’s birthday the following weekend. He’d contacted his friends a few weeks back with the details, most thanking him for the invite with a promise to be there, but Sebastian had yet to reply and she was trying not to dread the idea of him showing up, she at least needed the warning, if not a confirmation of his absence. There would be no escaping him in a room full of their close friends. “I’m trying to concentrate on this film, put a sock in it.” Before Eleanor had the chance to react as it the device began to ring, he grabbed it and dug his toes in her side to distract her. “Sebastian Stan, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Her stomach sank at the confirmation of the caller, uneasiness working its way through her bones and settling in her chest. Instead of listening to one side of the conversation between her current and former friends, she took the opportunity to jump up and grab them both another beer from the kitchen. The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt for wanting to avoid him as much as she’d been casually trying to, the relief of hearing he wouldn’t make it to Lisa’s engagement, or Sasha’s birthday or Josh’s housewarming, seemed harsh and unnecessary. At twenty-nine years old, she realised she was too old for pettiness and trying to avoid uncomfortable situations. She was mostly to blame for all of this anyway, she knew she was and she wasn’t trying to shift all the blame in his direction no matter how hurt she had been for his willingness to let her go, so if the universe wanted to throw her a curveball by bringing him back into her life, then where was the harm in that? Where was the harm in apologising and moving on? Friends or not? She could do this, it’s not like she dwelled on this all that much, not on him, she just thought of him more often these days than she had in the paste years. Given the circumstances, it was perfectly normal. Eleanor undid the caps from the glass bottles, tossed them into the bin and curled up on the sofa beside her neighbour. “No worries man, thanks for letting me know and good luck. See you soon mate, bye.” She pretended to be focused back on the screen despite the paused imaged and raised her head as he tossed his phone beside him on the sofa, an eyebrow raised amongst a mouthful of beer. “He can’t make it, I guess this Marvel press tour is really kicking his ass.” Relief. Dread. Sadness. Disappointment. “I’m sorry.” He smiled over at her and locked her hand in his, rubbing over her thumb, his expression soft and understanding, “It’s not your fault, everyone else is coming. I suppose you’re pretty happy about it really, aren’t you?” She pondered for a moment, thinking of seeing him again, coming face to face with him amongst their friends, and this feeling of mild disappointment started to rise through her, “I thought I would be, but now I’m not sure.” I thought putting it off would make it easier in the long run but now I feel like I need to rip the band aid off and see him, make amends maybe. The conversation lulled following her light omission, they pressed play on the film and continued watching, trying to push all Sebastian thoughts from her mind. Sometimes I really wish Nina was still around, she’d know what to do. Perhaps we wouldn’t be in this situation at all if she hadn’t left. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- If there was one thing Eleanor had grown to love about parties and nights out with friends, it was being drunk enough to loosen up, to be able to move without reservation and to enjoy music the way she always wanted to be able to, night or day. Her arms were swaying, her hips swinging, and her laughter bubbling as she moved along with Lisa & Sasha, a few girls she wasn’t too familiar with also joining in to the sounds of Grace Jones. Driving down those city streets Waiting to get down Won't you get your big machine Somewhere in this town? Damon was embarrassingly drunk before 10pm and Eleanor supposed she’d better start downing some spirits if she wanted to match him, it’s what she deserved he kept reassuring her, spraying half of his drink all over her before he’d had chance to swallow it. She wasn’t all too pleased about that. The girls had been sharing stories, swapping gossip whilst dancing, laughing at their boyfriends who were too drunk to be dancing and gyrating the way they were. Yeah, Eleanor really ought to be far more drunk that she was. “Ellie bellie!” The birthday boy’s voice rang throughout the club, the upstairs of one of their favourite hangouts had been reserved for their large party and a bunch of the guest list turned their heads at the commotion of his obnoxious tone. He slung his arm around her neck and nestled in, smacking a loud kiss to her chin. “That’s gross. I thought I told you to fucking cut that out. It’s an ugly nickname.” The girls laughed beside the pair and moved with their partners who joined them for a slower song. One of Rhys’ arms wrapped around her from behind and kissed just below her ear, laughing at Damon clinging onto her other side. “You’re so boring, you old witch.” She smiled lovingly and patted his head, “No, love, that’s you.” As Chace came over to join them, a fresh drink in his hand, Damon perked up and raised his head with a devilish grin which usually spelled trouble right from the get-go, “The time has come for you to meet Taylor, he’s dying to meet you.” “Poor thing, he’ll be awfully disappointed.” “I tried telling him, but he’s still eager, go figure.” “Your friends are dumb.” “They’re your friends now too, remember?” “I’m sorry Rhys, but we need to steal this one away for a few minutes, you can have her back soon. God knows we don’t want her any longer than necessary.” Rhys fondly waved them off and raised his glass in acknowledgement, sitting himself beside Josh to engage in a conversation. With his flat palm pressed to the middle of Eleanor’s back, Chace guided her in the direction he’d spotted his older friend, Damon to her other side, hand gripping her elbow in anticipation and faux annoyance. “Fuck you too, Lovitz” “Don’t swear at the birthday boy.” “Stop provoking me then.” “Besides, you’re not really my type.” “For the final time, I can’t help the fact I don’t have a dick, I don’t love you enough to put myself through that.” “I hate you, leave my party at once.” “Just remember who’ll be tending to your hungover, sorry ass in the morning.” “You make a strong case, I guess you can stay with minimal distress.” Minimal distress would have been far kinder than what followed. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room the moment her gaze fixed on him, and immediately she felt sick and cringed at the embarrassing cliche that had encompassed her existence and mind. She vowed she wouldn’t be this weak willed and hung up woman, she was far too old for such nonsense. But being in the same room as her former friend felt far more restricting than she had expected, far more so than the small sadness she felt when she clocked a Gossip Girl rerun on television or The Covenant being played on the horror channel in the early hours of the morning. The first thing she noticed was he looks good, he looks really good. The second was, you shouldn't be here, you said you wouldn't be here. Her body had remained rigid for a moment, stopping her friends from moving further. It was overwhelming, but she reminded herself that she could do this, she was just caught off guard, that’s all. “Are you okay?” Chace asked, voice just loud enough to be heard with his mouth close to her ear but calm enough to not startle her. She could feel his hand pressing a little closer to her to try and keep her calm. “Uh-huh.” "He just showed up to surprise Damon, we didn't know." Eleanor mustered up the fakest genuine looking smile she could and cleared her throat, “I’ve got this.” The trio took a few more steps to join Sebastian who was animatedly chatting with Taylor, catching up on what Eleanor assumed they’d both missed on over the past few months of each other lives. It felt a dozen kinds of weird, and bizarre watching an older Sebastian standing before her, different from the boy she once knew in as many ways as he was still the same. Eleanor was almost certain she was having an outer body experience, that was the only explanation. “Good evening gents!” Taylor & Sebastian’s cut themselves off mid conversation to face them and Taylor smiled instantly as he took a step forward with open arms, “you must be the famous -“ Sebastian’s face had paled, and he looked stunned, jaw slack and eyes wide, his whole body had frozen at the sight, “Eleanor.” Fuck. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Rose Coloured Boy tags: @lovingfionn, @lowdenglynnstyles, @outofworkactress

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itsakurl · 7 years ago

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My Reason | LTY

Genre: fluff, angsty [warning: suicidal mentions]

Word Count: 2130

highschool!AU

Part 1: Just a quick errand

Part 2: Unordinary school day

Part 3: Reminiscing

“ You know...You miss him like hell. Even though you two still talk...you haven't seen him since graduation. You’ve just been traveling too much the past year that you weren't able to go back home where he was working his ass off as a singer. You were happy for him though, that he was able to follow his dreams. “

ITSA FINALE!! MAKE SURE TO READ PARTS 1 AND 2 BEFORE YOU CONTINUE. IF YOU HAVE THEN ENJOY!

It's been one year. A whole year since you graduated out of that hell of a high school. What had adulthood been like to you? Well, it’s better….you’ve become more confident, independent, and happier. A whole new world for you……Okay, you admit….youve rewatched Alladin too many times over the years. The soundtrack is starting to get to you.

Well, nevermind that. You were taking a trip into the hillsides of Japan. Since you graduated, you decided you just wanted to take a trip. A trip somewhere nice to where you’ll actually enjoy your time there. Your parents were moving back to your old neighborhood where you grew up to retire and so you sold the majority of your things to be able to go on the trip, of course with the help from your parents.

The mountains beautifully inclined through your walking path as you continued step by step. Tall trees overhead blocked the sun, letting small little snippets of light pass through the leaves creating the lit up the pathway.

It's cherry blossom season. Well, that's what the Old lady that saw you at the base of the hillside told you. You stood still. Looking up at the cherry blossom tree that happened to pass your way. There you stood, staring at the tree as people walked around you. After each passing wind, more and more cherry blossom petals fell from it...but you kept your stance.

Its been a Year. A year since you and him went your separate ways. Just a big ceremony could change a whole lifetime. One moment you two are happy, ready to move on with your lives...and then you two are there, crying your eyes out as you walk out of the event.

You still stared at the cherry blossom tree. The petals still falling from all wi-

“Excuse me! Miss! Do you know where the shop is?” A young man that looked to be somewhere in his late twenties along with who seemed to be his wife and toddler. “We tried to find it for the past thirty minutes...but we haven't even stumbled upon it yet…” The wife spoke as she managed to get your attention by the crying baby.

You were lucky to have passed the shop that was a few feet down the hill so you couple helps the lost family. “Hmm..oh yeah, follow me” you started to lead them with no more words of explanation. At least you’re doing them some good.

You know...You miss him like hell. Even though you two still talk...you haven't seen him since graduation. You’ve just been traveling too much the past year that you weren't able to go back home where he was working his ass off as a singer. You were happy for him though, that he was able to follow his dreams. One of his group members was from Japan and a couple of them were from China, so everywhere you went for your year-long trip...there was some talk about him. It felt weird though. You would see his picture in a few magazines and a couple of ads when you walked down the big cities in the places you visit.

You weren't forgotten though...he still talks to you as much as he can, as well as calls you and face times you to catch up on each other’s lives...but why do you feel like that's not enough?! Its been so long since you were able to see him face to face. To talk to him in person...to hear him, to see him, to touch him. To hear his soothing words that made you happy, the soft pats and hugs that perked you up when you were down...all of that, you missed. Why did it ever have to en-

“Thank you, miss! Have a good day!” there it was. The giant gift shop that held endless things.... it's a pretty big store….how in the hell did they place it on the side of a hill? The world may never know. A gush of wind passed you, making you shiver.

There it was again. Another cherry blossom, now landing directly into your hand. That's odd...maybe it's global warming….haha okay, but yeah, the cherry blossom thingy was weird, but its pretty….just a small perfect cherry blossom, touched by only the gushing wind. You’re going to keep it.

It's too pretty to throw away.

You headed back to your hotel, placing the cherry blossom on the desk in the corner of the room as you collapsed on your bed, passing out from the exhaustion that built into you.

There you were. Staring once more at the dead cherry blossom flower that lay on your desk. Would it have survived if you put it on water? You were never the flower fanatic anyways. Death is something. Maybe the flower was bound to die, but why so quickly? It was just spring and the cherry blossoms are falling, one by one...dying as soon as they touch the ground.

They don't die on the tree. That's the beauty of it you guessed….people only see them on the as they bloom new beautiful flowers...after they fall, no one cares about them. They just die as winter comes until they reminisce the flowers that were there before.

It was too stuffy in your hotel room anyways. You need to get food and the closest store was a few blocks away. It was 11:36 am...it was almost lunch so you really should get something to eat. Food, utensils, and a drink...that all you need right? Yes. Okay, Lets Do This!

The convenience store, that is 7-11 because that place is great, was surprisingly huge. It's like a whole target in a convenience store. No one had noticed you come in, which was good...you were still in decent clothes...the ones you slept in yeah, so its better for people not to notice you right?

You walked through the aisles of the 7-11 and stumbled upon the huge, wait sorry….the HUGE ramen section you’ve ever seen. Now that you think about it, why haven't you come to this 7-11 since you’ve been in Japan? You missed out on so many opportunities omg.

There it was. You’re favorite Ramen that you and Taeyong used to eat every time he would come over to your house after school...Yeah, you knew it was unhealthy...but it was just spending time with him that mattered, not the ramen. Even though the ramen was delicious.

Is that it? Is that all you came for? Oh god, now the cashiers are going to notice you. They are going to know that you just woke up because of how horrible you look, and including that you're only going to buy ramen?! That's an unhealthy lifestyle that you really don't want people to know….oh no! Okay, you should put the rame back. There are salads...make you look healthy...wait, it might look like you’re trying too ha-

“Excuse me, ma’am..is there anything I can help you with?” dammit, someone noticed you.

“N-no thank you...it goes-” Wait...why did that voice sound so familiar? You stared at your ramen for a good second until you turned your head towards the person who just asked the question. After that, it seemed like time stopped.

“T.Taeyong!?” He smirked at your reaction as he took the ramen out of your hand. “I haven't eaten this in awhile, you mind buying me on-” You attacked him with your hug that added your love and affection. That man was stuck in your head for months...It's not like you to just stand there and give him a simple hello until he was on his way out of your life.

“I missed you too y/n..”Taeyong patted your head after he hugged the life out of you.

“Why are you here?”

“What?! You don't want your best friend here! I'm hurt”

“NO! I mean...i thought you were promoting in Korea...that's all”

“Well, the managers finally gave me a vacation...so, I came here” Taeyong grabbed about 6 ramen cups and placed it into your hands. “Six? Are you trying to kill us?” You weren't that concerned about the amount of ramen, but like, Taeyong was now one of those ‘Popular Lovie Dovie kpop idols girls scream for’ and you don't want to the be witness to him ruining his health.

“Shh! We are spending quality time together AND ramen is going to be our life support” He paid for it at least…

You and Taeyong spent the whole day together. The truth was that the whole NCT U came on a trip to Japan for Yuta, but he had to come to you since he missed you like hell...who would’ve known amirite? Anyways, You and Taeyong just laying on top of one another, watching sappy romance movies as you gobbled down your ramen and even ordered room service. You two missed these days. The days when you two could just spend together and not give two shits about the next day. You and Taeyong were the unstoppable two, and you knew it.

“Do you remember that day I called sick into work to just spent time with you?” Taeyong spoke up as you lay on his chest, watching the romanticized date that played in those ‘top grossing’ movies that randomly popped up on Netflix.

“Hmm… yeah, why?”

“Did I ever tell you that my boss caught me when I was running home and made me do the closing shift?”

“What really? You should of went to work!” you shouted, lightly slapping his chest until you realized something, furrowing your eyebrows, “wait...didnt I call you to hang out? Why did you call in sick?”

“I was thinking about you, that's why…”

“Aww, you care” you smiled as you hugged him. “Of course I do...anyways, what were you doing that made you call me?” it was now or never… it's not like this was worse than anything else you did for him to deal with.

“Writing...a note.” Taeyong hugged you, indicating that you didn't have to further explain the note. “You were...the reason I guess…”

“The reason?”

“Yeah...you, Taeyong, was my reason. You know, my reason to stay, my reason to not leave… If you never helped me that day oof...what would have happened?”

“That carl, that random old dude at the store that looked like a complete profile, would have helped you and steal you from me”

“Yeah exactly” you two laughed, you were happy. And specifically, you were happy with your best friend by your side.

All those movies, shows, books you watched and read, you could ask for any happy ending in them...the one you had now was all you could ask for. It doesn't matter if you would have died. If Taeyong became your boyfriend. Even if you went any different path with your life...all that could make you happy was now, and you accomplished it.

The time you spent with Taeyong at the park the day after you two first met, you felt something. At the time, you couldn't figure out what it could be, but now you know. It took you a year to figure things out...but that's the time sacrifice.

You felt love. Love for Taeyong, love for your life, love for you. You were able to create this passion to live that previously died inside of you. Taeyong was there to help spark it, but you were the one who needed to make the fire inside you bigger.

The Cherry blossom is a symbol of Beauty. The beauty of life that is short. That's why after each petal falls, it dies almost immediately. But there's always that one person who would replant those cherry blossoms, restating a beautiful life one more for the spring.

The cherry blossoms are here for beauty. They die once they fall… but in the worst, their reason for living are those who plant them…

You are here for changing the world for the better good. One of these days you’ll feel out of place like you don't belong... But even in your worst, you’ll find your reason...

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demiurgicdorian · 3 years ago

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Home Sweet Treehouse

Dorian:

<I turned off the highway on to the nondescript dirt road. It hadn’t been there when I found this place. But I had worn my own path over the years as I drove back into the sea of trees to the ones that I called home. The road was a little harder to find than usual due to some overgrowth this time around because I hadn’t been back for a long time. Only once that I could really think of to retrieve Mugsy and bring his ass back to @BadFknPika’s apartment where I had been staying pretty much since that fateful night in the bar. As if he read my thoughts the dude let out an excited whimper from the back seat when he began to recognize the surroundings, his head popping over my shoulder next to get a better look as I reached up to pat it> You know where we are now, don’t you, Mug. <Cue slobbery kiss to my ear that had me making a face and pushing him back into the backseat> That’s enough of that. <Your laugh from the passenger seat had me chuckling too with a shake of my head as we pulled through the final clearing and I stopped at the base of one of my group of trees, leaning forward to look up through the windshield> Welcome to Casa Riva, baby girl.

Pika:

*The ride out had been rather pleasant with tunes playing softly in the background. The scenery the further we got out of the city was a welcomed change from blaring car horns in gridlock traffic to rows of trees as green as the eye could see. You had been planning this trip for a while and once our journey turned from highways to backroads, I knew we couldn't be far. Not with how excited our four legged friend was getting too.* It's just us out here, right? Oh Mugsy!

*I hadn't been missed when it came to those slobbery kisses after all and I let out a laugh when I was the recipient of yet another one to the cheek before I could turn my head away.*

Okay, boy. I know, I know. We're here!

*You had brought the car to a stop and when you did, I knew the look on my face was one of disbelief. Shock. Only because I wanted it to be true and you hadn't been lying. It really was a treehouse and I couldn't help but grin wide as I opened my car door to get out with you, feeling Mugsy jump right up in the front seat with us to get out first.* I can't wait for the grand tour! Let's go.

Dorian:

<grins proudly at your question, nodding as my eyes take in the house from this angle, imaging I’m seeing it for the first time like you are> Only us for miles and miles. <finally pulls my eyes from the house to offer you a wink through the door full of all the suggestion I hoped you picked up on before climbing out of the truck myself> Go on, boy. Lead the way. <grabs your hand with a chuckle when he wastes no time tearing up the side of the hill toward the house> You have two options to get up. The side staircase I had put in. Or the original way which is an old hot air balloon basket and pulley system.

Pika:

*Perks up at that suggestive tone in your voice when you claim it's just us.* For miles and miles.. You don't say.

*Smirking, I give you a shake of my head as I hook my arm around yours, letting Mugsy lead the way. Only to pause at the entrance with a decision to be made. One, I was having a hard time making if I were honest.* I want to say hot air balloon ride so bad but is it a manual pulley system or electric? *Yes, for some reason, in this very moment, that was the question of the hour. Was my man going to have a workout first thing in the form of pulling my ass up in a hot air ballon, shirtless... OR no.* I mean... Which way is the fastest way up? I can run pretty fast.

Dorian:

<watches in amusement as a series of emotions play across your features. I fucking loved how expressive your face was for this exact reason. Then there was that blush I loved so much and I smirked> It’s manual. But I’m well seasoned in the pulley system. So they’ll both get us up there pretty fast honestly. <the impatient bark from above had me looking up again to see Mug’s head poking through the railing. Clearly he had chosen the stairs and was not impressed with our leisurely pace>

Pika:

Well seasoned with the pulley system.. *This was just getting better and better. How could he possibly make getting our asses up to the front door any hotter than he already had?* Of course you are.

*Swallowing thickly, my free hand went to my throat as if me covering it would somehow shield the fact that my mind was not completely free of impure thoughts. I was just about to state my question out loud when that blush reared its pretty little head again and I held my arm out in the direction of the balloon ride.* In that case, I must insist.

Dorian:

<drops my eyes to your hand when you cover your throat, letting out a low chuckle. I wasn’t even a vampire and you were over there making me want to bite> Pulley system it is then. <reaches for that hand that was covering your throat, and places a kiss to the back of it before lacing our fingers together and gently guiding you around the other side of the tree> Good choice. This will deposit us right up to the front door. The other way would’ve made you have to walk around the house. <releases your hand now and pulls the door open to allow you to step in>

Pika:

*Biting into my lip more so to keep from kissing you when you pressed your lips to my hand, I quickly made my way inside when you opened the door for us both.* Hold on boy, we are on our way! *Not wanting to waste another second when you followed right in behind me, I turned just in time to come face to face with you and smiled when you started to take us up.* He really wants us up there. I don't blame him though. *So far between the drive and now this, the excitement was ruling me and growing. Among other things.. but seeing the sight of your grin when you were escorting me around the property at the ground level was something only dreams were made of and I couldn't wait to see more.*

Dorian:

<closes the door behind us, and before I get to pulling, takes advantage of the close space. Your excitement was so damn sexy. Especially when it was toward my pride and joy that I had built out here. Reaching out, I gently cupped the back of your neck and pulled your lips to mine for a tender kiss> Thank you for being so open minded to this. <grins again before releasing you and grabbing hold of the rope in the middle of the basket and starting to pull. Each yank bringing us closer to the top>

Pika:

Of well, I, of course. Yes, always. And you're welcome.

*Flustered. You had me all over when you kissed me like that, my words a complete mess. Giddy was an understatement and the closer you were the giddier I got which didn't help matters either when it came your expression of gratitude. Taking a moment to express my own, I watched as you rolled those shoulders back with each pull of the rope.* Thank you for sharing this with me. I already know I'm never going to want to leave.

Dorian:

<smirks to myself as I make the final couple pulls before securing us against the side of the railing> I’m kind of hoping you won’t. <shoots you a wink and then opens up the door again, stuffing myself into the corner so you can go first> Under there is the outside shower. <kicks my chin in the direction of the house> There’s an inside one too. For cold nights. And right there is the little outdoor eating area. It’s pretty cool to drink your coffee in the mornings.

Pika:

Get out of here! Are you serious!? *But coffee first... Yeah my mind went there when that was mentioned and suddenly it wasn't just the talk of coffee or where we could have it that was fueling my drive to see every square inch of this home of yours. The craftmanship was unlike anything I had ever seen, especially of this magnitude.* This place is amazing and we haven't even ventured inside yet. Not really! *Slowly taking a look at the outdoor shower, stopping dead in my tracks when I see the hammock and I smirk to myself before turning back to face you.* Is there a special key to get inside? *That distance between us didn't stand a chance when you were before me in no time at all and I reached out to take your hand, letting you lead me right to the door and to Mugsy too.*

Dorian:

<hangs back and just watches you as you look around. Each reaction causing my pride to swell a little more. Then laces my fingers with yours when you take my hand again> Technically we don’t need it. But for peace of mind, I did install some locks for when I’m gone for a while. <gives Mug a playful swat on the ass as he tap dances in front of the door then fishes my keys back out of my pocket and unlocks the door, pushing it open to allow you to step through. After Mug of course> His manners need some work. <calls after him as I enter the house> Haven’t you heard of ladies first, my man?

Pika:

*Walking through the doorway and into the actual house, it was surreal taking that first step and I laughed when Mugsy gave you a bark in response.* It's okay, boy. I understand. *Giving my furry friend a wink when I saw him at the top of the stairs, tail wagging away and I knew he was just as excited to be at home and to show me around as well.* Look at how tall the ceilings are. *And that wasn't the half of it. As I made my way inside and into the living space, I grinned wider taking in all the windows and treatments around it too. knew he was just as excited to be at home and to show me around as well.* Look at how tall the ceilings are. *And that wasn't the half of it. As I made my way inside and into the living space, I grinned wider taking in all the windows and treatments around it too.

Dorian:

<chuckles at Mug when he barks back at me> It was only missing one thing. <eyes you with a knowing grin as I tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and drop a kiss to your forehead> If you did wanna, you know, stay, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to put a little of your own touch around. <slides my hand down your arm now to catch your hand once more and guides you a little further into the house toward the dining and kitchen are> Mug is gonna have to wait to show you the bedroom. There’s still more to see down here.

Pika:

I believe you on that. Besides maybe the bedroom should be last..

*I said that out loud didn't I? I sure did by that squeeze you gave my hand and I laughed, cheesy grinning as all get out.* I'm just saying.. I asked for the grand tour, and so far I'm loving what I'm seeing. I would love to add my personal touch to something here. *Giving your hand a gentle squeeze in return, I continued into the dinning area, admiring the seating and view of the skyline with you before venturing into the kitchen.* That view is absolutely perfect. Just like you.

Dorian:

<grins like a moron when you agree to put your personal touch on things, knowing that meant that I was one step closer to keeping you here forever. My brows popping when you call me perfect> Mm…I beg to differ on that one, my beautiful butterfly. Because I think you’re the one that’s perfect. <kicks my chin up at the cabinet above the fridge> I have some of that wine you like in there too. <I knew I was showing my hand that I had planned this for way longer than I said, but I didn’t care>

Pika:

I'll meet you half way, my music man. How about I say you're perfect for me. Just like I'm perfect for you.

*It seemed like a good compromise and as I lifted my gaze to the cabinet briefly at your revelation, that smirk took up residence on my lips once again.* I do fancy a particular kind and you obviously know that. *Sure enough, you had done your homework and I leaned into you, pressing a kiss to your neck then your cheek.* Thank you. You spoil me so much already.

Dorian:

<I left out the part about how Pete helped me acquire it. Because he would take the credit too if the tables were turned. That kiss to my neck pushing me over to Mug’s side of the argument about how we needed to move on to the bedroom soon> I’ve been taking notes. <grins> You might notice a few surprises around the place that I made sure were here to make you feel at home. <wraps my arms around you now, just enjoying the feeling of sharing this space that I had never shared with anyone else with you then gives a tight squeeze> You ready to see the bedroom?

Pika:

*"You ready to see the bedroom?" If my blush didn't give me away, I'm sure my slipped purr was going to. The answer didn't linger between us in that silence for very long however when my lips crashed heavily against yours, conveying to you that I had been more than ready from the second we pulled up. Each step closer we took inside the treehouse only cemented that fact and we both knew that build up was just the beginning.

Before the night was through, we would not just be talking about our days here. All those innuendos, those side glances with flirtatious promises for more led up to this very moment as the tour had come to an end, with nothing left to show but the bedroom itself.

Breaking that kiss with a whimper, that feeling of loss was short-lived when I felt that nip to my lip and I whispered the words you had longed to hear when you wasted no time with tightening that hold you had on me.* Can I jump on your bed with you? You know I have to make sure it has good bounce..

Dorian:

<I don’t know exactly what I thought you were going to say. But it wasn’t that. My brows popping as I bark out a laugh and look over at the bed before turning back to you with a smirk> Sure. You can jump on the bed all you want. <drops my eyes to your chest before I can catch myself> I think the bed definitely needs some testing out. In many ways.

Pika:

*Busted! Not only did I hear it in your tone but I saw it with your lingering gaze on my chest. Arching a playful brow, I turned my attention from those hungry eyes of yours to take another look at the bed, my grin widening mischievously.* We can't have that now can we?

Dorian:

<stays planted in my spot as I watch you. Each piece of clothing you lost causing that low growl in my chest to rise> I think I just did. <smirks as I kick off my shoes and jump on to the bed with you, trapping you beneath my body as I dip my head and place several kisses along the side of your neck. Your squeals and laughter drawing the attention of Mugsy who takes it upon himself to jump up on the bed with us, sticking is face right up in yours>

Pika:

*Between the squeals and now Mugsy wanting in on the jumping, I couldn't help but laugh myself. Knowing he was just as excited to be home with me here as you were, I reached up to pet between his ears, trying to get him to rein in those slobbery kisses he was attempting to give us both while he wormed his way in too.* We might have a fight on our hands. *grins big, laughing still when he finally lays down beside us.* Does he have his own bed or is the foot of this one his?

Dorian:

<kicks my chin in the direction of the dog couch in the corner> He does that that. But I’d be lying if I said he never brings his big ass up into the bed. Which didn’t used to be a problem. <laughs> Now, I might need to have a talk with him.

Pika:

He might be ready to throw down if you boot him out of his bed. *I couldn't help it, I laughed so hard which only made Mugsy want to give me kisses again when you gave me that look.* Go on boy, just for tonight you have to couch it up. We can discuss you sleeping at the foot of the bed tomorrow! *With that said, I urged him to go on as instructed after giving him a scratch behind the ears. Finally turning my attention back to you as you towered over and I relished in the feel of all that weight of yours pressed against me.* Can you believe we're really here? *My voice had turned softer then, still somewhat in disbelief of it all but then I saw that grin of yours I loved so much and I was a goner again.* What am I going to do with you?

Dorian:

<The only time I backed off of my position above you was when Mug got all up in my face. Then I watched in awe as he listened so well to you, moving his way over to that bed with only a little bit of a guilt trip. The huff he let out as he settled on the couch had me laughing until your words hit me. My grin wide and goofy as hell at the revelation that finally you’re here with me in my treehouse. The next words out of my mouth not able to be helped> Well, you’re gonna marry me, naturally. <I fucking meant it too. I couldn’t make you my wife fast enough>

Pika:

Yeah, I am. I believe you when you say that! *I really did and seeing that blissed out grin on your face only made me want you more too. There was no denying that the words you had spoken were true and that realization had my blush deepening further when I reach up to stroke at your cheek.* And we lived happily ever after, right?

Dorian:

<dips my head to place a kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips tenderly> Abso-fucking-lutely. There’s no way in hell I’m letting anything get in the way of that.

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dsmroleplay · 4 years ago

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#HelpingOutAFriend #DSM #SPN #RP Part Seven

Co-written by @DemonHunterDw & @HuntressJo_Rp

Jo - Jo smiled at him with her offered was just an idea, she didn't want to step his toes with his privates with this world being alone do him. Her door would be open if he needs it. “ that's okay, Dean. What are you going to do?

Dean - Hunt. That's what I do best. Won't be long before I start a case. So after you get your new home settled, what's your big plans?

Jo - She could understand what Dean was saying. She felt very similar to him as her full life was almost normal with her, in her early years with just her and her mom until the supernatural life followed back into her life. Apart from when her mom tried to protect her from it all, but her father was a hunter and she was following in his footsteps. The same Dean I’ll be throwing myself back into work soon, I don't want anyone to be in my or your shoes of losing /Everyone or someone / important in their lives. Plus I do need to get back to work soon to get your Passport and license organized for Hunter right?

Dean - Hey you take as long as you need. I'm don't need anything at the moment and if I need it soon I'll hit Julian up. So how long have you been at Blackwater? I've never worked with anything this organized for hunting before.

Jo - Taking a sip of water before placing the glass back on the table.

“Do you know Julian Ryker? He's one of my bosses but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him myself yet. Guess we just miss each other in this office. I usually go through Colt personal since I know him. Plus he was the one that got me the job or made me take the job on as I did have a habit of hunting on my own. I've not worked in blackwaters for very long. Working for a company is different and has its perks too Dean. Are you thinking about coming on board now?

Dean - We’ll see. Not sure about anything yet. I met Julian in passing once.

Jo - You have plenty of time, plus I'm glad you're here Dean

Dean - So tell me more about you Jo? How’s you get stuck babysitting the new guy?

Jo - What do you want to know Dean? I'm just a hunter trying to protect this world from everything that goes bump in the night. Is that what you think, I'm babysitting for you? How about I enjoy spending time with you. *She caressed his face*

Dean - Don’t take offence I’m just giving you a hard time. -The soft chest made his eyes close as he relaxed under her touch.-

Jo - Is that what this is you want to taste and give me a hard time. *She teases him his skins were soft and soothing as she moved her hand around his face*

Dean - His eyes open, watching her. Did she know how long it had been since he’d been touched by another? Probably not. He remained very still not wanting her to stop.-

Jo - *A smile curls onto her lips wanting more. When she raised her hand to do the other side of his face*

So much hurt and dark in those green eyes. Hoping he was okay.

*She was getting lost in this moment they were sharing. *

Dean -Without thinking, he lifted her onto his lap arms went around her tiny waist his fingers rubbing her back in return.-

Jo - *She let out a giggle sitting on his lap. Making herself comfortable on his lap. With her legs spread to either side of his. Lowing herself onto him.*

Mr Dean Winchester, I believe I can feel your presence in your pants* she teases enjoying brushing against him*

Dean - And I think you’re enjoying yourself at my expense. -To tease her his thumbs rub the undersides of her breasts. The little minx had him craving her.-

Jo - *She wiggled her eyebrow at him and she leaned down to his ear*

Maybe a little as you are the one teasing me right now with your thumb.

*She moved her mouth to a nipple on his ear*

Dean - Eyes close again she smelt so good, his thumbs dared to move up and swept back and forth over her nipples as she teased him. He had to move a bit because his pants had grown so tight.- I’m the only tease? You’re doing a good job yourself.

Jo - *Teasing him some more with her mouth sucking on his ear*

Well, I think we are both a little tease but you are bigger than me so I would say you are the biggest tease. Just look what you are doing to my breasts, Dean.

*Her nipples began to harden against his touch, her Hips brush back and forth underneath her rubbing against him. As she moves her mouth kissing his neck*

Dean - Son of bitch she was killing him, her slight weight rubbing denim together. A shiver went down his spine as her soft lips moved over his neck. Her long blonde hair tickled his arms. He didn’t want to scare her or take control yet so he slid his hands down her slender frame and then up under her form-fitting blouse. He pushed her shirt up exposing her bra. Forefinger dipping into the cup of the bra pulling down to free her breast. Thumb and forefinger rolled her nipples gently wanting her to enjoy herself because he certainly was.

Jo - She nibbled on his neck with her shirt moving up to show off her bra. As she helps to loosen the buttons on her blouse to allow a better view of her bra. Right now she was indeed enjoying herself as it's been a while since her breasts or any part of her body had been touch. She was indeed in the mood to go further with him. Removing her blouse allowing it to fall to the floor. To return her attention onto him taking his top off over his head to explode his body. As she went to work with her mouth licking and sucking on his skin. With her hands Exploring every inch of his chest.

Dean - Lifting his arms the tee-shirt came off. His chest bared for her. He wasn’t sure what was softer her hair or her lips but he loved the sensation of both. Pinching his fingers together he undid her bra and let it drop to the floor. Hand fisted her long tresses and pulled her head back ghosting his lips over her neck and down to her pert breasts. Licking one then the other.-

Jo - *Her head was soft yanked back with his hand allowing her to sit up to look down on him. with him teasing her even more with his mouth over each of her breath at a time. She gasps her finger into his hair guiding him along with him the way. Right now she was getting very horny with some moans escaping from her lips. She indeed wanted him making him stop licking her breasts and she planted a hard kissed him on him. As she moved to have some access to his present in his pants undoing his belt and zip. Sliding her hand underneath his pants to coat her hand around his cock to stroke him. Allowing him to be released from his pants.

Dean - -He went still again watching her, laying his head back against the couch HIS’s lips moved over hers exploring. The clanking of his belt being undone and zipper sounding unnaturally loud had his heart racing. He groaned in satisfaction as her small hand took hold of him. swelling more now from being released his hand travelled over her Jean clad ass to slide between her legs and cup her. Fingers rubbing against the jeans covering her mound.-

Jo - *She kissed him passionately sliding her tongue into his mouth and moans coming from her she sounds was becoming louder as he touches her. She was indeed getting wet. Her hand moved back and forth on his length. Right now she was indeed enjoying how tonight at his was going*

Dean - -She hadn’t pulled away or stopped him so he undid her jeans and unzipped them. Turning his hand he slid it down inside the material cupping her skin to skin. Fingers gently stroked her back and forth living how wet she was. Deep kiss wanting her badly.-

Jo - Her hair fell loose on to his face as they continue to kiss. This was happening. Right here and right now. When she broke their kiss and moved off his lap to stand to take off her jeans completely as he teases her. She wanted Him right here with her wetness building. She grips the corner of the bottom of the legs of jeans to pull them off him. Losing his jeans and then onto his boxers falling to the ground returning her legs over him rocking her hips against his fingers working her spot. She grips her hand back around his cock moving slowly up And down.

Dean - Lifting his hips the jeans come off then his boxers. Eyes closed as he near comes undone with her teasing. Hand on her rear he pushed her hand away and guided her down on him. Lips crashed against hers.-

Jo - she wanted him inside her with a gentle slap her hand moved away from his cock and her pussy was surrounded his expanding cock in no time he just slips into her. She held onto his shoulders. Grabbing tightly onto him with his cock sliding deep into her pussy with ease. Bouncing up and down on him to set a pace. Her lips latched onto his. -

Dean - The emotions were strong and the excitement had his heart pounding with each stroke. It had been so long he wasn't sure if he'd last long but he was damn sure enjoying her.-

Jo - She was in their moment with his stroke hitting her spot each time. Her moans becoming louder with her pussy throbbing against his cock. She cried out in ecstasy as she shuddered against him as she bounced on him harder and faster. She was becoming closer to come over him with her juices coating his cock. “oh fuck Dean” her boobs bouncing up and down in front of his face. “ Dean calling out his name “ When they make love into the early hours.

With #blackwaters, headquarters moving to New York Dean and Jo decided to move to New York.

Dean - -They'd got the boxes loaded and packed in the moving trucks. Getting on the road to New York he sat behind the wheel with Jo beside him. Hell a year ago he was fighting to just survive now he had a shot at whole new life it was crazy but as he glanced over at her he smiled it felt right.-

Jo - - Jo never thought three weeks ago her life would be changed upside down for the better. Leaving the city that had become her home with her friends felt like family and now she was back on the road with a new adventure on the horizon with her boyfriend Dean. The first time she really could call someone /Dean/ her significant other but she was happy inside. Her cheeks were rosy just looking at him driving. She never knew what New York would be like but She had Dean to fall back on. - Are you ready for this babe?

Dean - -Reaching over pulls her close stealing a kiss before putting eyes back on the road.- Hell yeah. Are you? I know you just bought that nice ass house of yours.

Jo --She slides over to sit close to him. Placing her hand on his lap. - Oh yes, I'm very excited about leaving here for the first time. I'm not sure what New York will hold for us, but I'm confident in something good. As for the house here in Austin. That's not going anywhere if we ever want to come back right?

Dean - Very true. -Covers her hand with his and threads their fingers together.- So do I want to know what's up with GQ?

Jo - You know he likes you, baby? He's just sorry he hasn't had the time to welcome you, babe. He has a very complicated life. And he just needs to burn off some steam. You know he's the anchor of black waters. And it's not every day he asked for some help.

Dean -It's weird looking at another guy with my face. I'm still processing the duplicates thing.

Jo - I bet it is. But I think you're better looking. I guess maybe the more time to get to spend with him things might come easier on you. I can't say I know how it feels as I haven't come across it myself.

Dean - Makes you wonder why so many Winchesters are ending up here you know? Glad you haven't it's creepy.

Jo - I don't know we do have a rift open but I don't know if the rift is just open to our side as I don't know if it's a one-way trip or not, but I heard Colt, brother Adam and John Winchester cane across a device to opening another rift with chimaera came here too.

Dean - -Looks over brows knitted together.- That can't be good.

Jo - Yeah, it's a good thing John Winchester is on it. If anyone can close that rife and stop chimaera is him. Colt was telling me hopeful when it secure John will bring it new York for safety. Babe do you just want to be out on the field?

Dean - -The drive went by pretty quick as they talked. At her question, he looked over.- Hunting is what I'm good out so I'd yes. What about you?

Jo - Hunting is my first but if an opportunity raised to step in black waters. Would you take babe?

Dean - What do you mean like training? -Glances at her then back to the road.-

Jo - Yes, something like training and maybe leading teams on the field?

Dean - If I get to be hunting still yeah I'd do it. I'm not a desk jockey and I never will be.

Jo - What if you are the squad leader of hunts? Just that colt is looking for people he can trust. Babe colt has a target on his back. I would like to try and help him somehow. Plus his kids are coming to working in the office more so no desk jobs.

Dean - -Not knowing what all "Colt" is into he drove awhile before answering.- Look all I know is you guys helped me when I got here so the answer is yes, I'll help any way I can.

Jo - I will tell you everything later. This is our new start no secrets.

Dean - -That made a brow goes up and he sat back turning on the blinker. Making a left he pulled into the house address Jo had given him.-

Jo - Her face lightening up when she saw their home- We are home baby. What do you think? - hoping up onto his lap brushing his fingers over his cheek. Kissing him-

Dean - Killing the engine he smiled and kissed her.- It's beautiful but doesn't come close to you. -Pushes her hair behind one ear looking into her eyes with happiness.-

Jo - Thank you, baby. You make me so happy. Shall we head indoor and have our first fight? -joking-

Dean - If it includes me holding you down on the bed and ravishing you. -Laughs-

Jo - I do believe we need to break in all the rooms? -laughing-

Dean - It's a big house, might take a while.

Jo - We have time right? Who says we need to do it all in one day? -Smiling-

Dean - One day? -Jaw drops then laughs.- Uh I'm awesome but not that awesome.

Jo - One day for every room sounds better if you aren't too tired from being out working?

Dean - -laughs- Okay I can do that. What do you say we go have a look around?

Jo - One second, please. - Kissing him once more, before opening his side of the door. To step out in the fresh air. Taking his hand- it smells different here already babe. Don't you think?

Dean - -Getting out he held her hand looking around.- Yeah it does. Feels different too for some reason.

Jo - Yeah. Shall we do this and go and see our new home. Our new beginning. I know I'm excited to be here with you. Plus Dean you will be my first boyfriend I've shared a home with. -Smiling holding his hand-

Dean - -Smiling he caressed her cheek.- I’ve never lived with anyone either besides my brother. So I’m right there with you.

Jo - Really? This is going to many of our first together. I just can't wait. Thank you for agreeing to come to New York especially with me. -bites her lip- Ready?

Dean - I’m ready. -Leads towards the walkway feeling kinda light-hearted.-

Jo - walking with him. Holding his hand threading her fingers between his. With the keys in the other hand. - Would you like to do the honours? - Taking a few extra steps as they get closer to the front door. Taking in all the different scents and smells-

Dean - No. You moved here didn’t get to enjoy your new place. -Smiles down at her.-

Jo - Okay, bit the only thing that is going to be different is you And this city we will learn together. -not let his hand go. Finding the lock with the key to unlock the door. To open up the door With the security alarm going off. Looking for the temp alarm code on entering Into the keypad- waiting for it to stop- leading him inside. we should agree on a code together? - A smile broke onto her face at the reception area Smiling- come in babe. I didn't know this was so big?

Dean - Damn. It’s huge and nice.

Jo - Yeah, I just took a gamble on this as we needed a place to stay instead of us being in a hotel for a bit. Now I'm really happy I wonder what the rest looks like? -Closing the door behind her man. -

Dean - I’m guessing pretty damn amazing. -Walks over to stand in the sunshine.- I’ve never lived in a place so nice. Hotels, backseats are more what I’m used to.

Jo - I'm sure we can change anything to whatever we both want? - She followed to look around - from the outside, it seems different to being inside.

Dean - Someone’s renovated it. Did a good job. It’s really nice.

Jo - Yeah, they must have a better designer here in New York than in Austin. On the plans, the seller said three bedrooms with one en suite and one bathroom with a kitchen?

Dean - Laughs.- Does that mean two bathrooms?

Jo - Yeah, one off the main bedroom and the main bathroom. Now I feel spoiled myself. Never had two bathrooms myself. Just means more to clean -giggling-

Dean - Laughs.- Well I’ll help you so it evens out.

Jo - You are certainly going to be a modern man helping with the cleaning. I thought we could even it out with you cooking as I'm not the best cook, maybe I can get some tips from you?

Dean - -Laughs.- Alright tiny, it’s a deal.

Jo - Curls her arms around his waist leaning her head against his back- Tiny? I might need some L plates with a fire blanket in there too. -Smiling against his back-

Dean - -Laughs. Hands cover hers. The proximity felt good.-

Jo - Talking against his back- I told you no secrets from you. I'm an open book when it comes to you. I don't think I snore either. I hope we can settle in and have a night in with a nice takeaway and talk about everything. Putting everything on the table.

Dean - Alright. You know everything about me I've got no secrets.

Jo - Really. Every little detail about you? Like how you like your socks and underwear to be -Giggles-

Dean -Laughs- Clean. Definitely clean.

Jo - Laughing- oh yeah, but I was hoping I don’t need to iron them. it might be silly but just these little things we don’t know about each other. I’m looking forward to finding out all about you in our home life.

Dean - No ironing. And I don't expect you to take care of me like that.

Jo - Awesome babe, I'm not ready to act like your wife to have everything organized for you. Maybe guns and blades that's something that I can do -Giggles

#DSM SPN RP

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bolontiku · 8 years ago

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Avengers A/U

“Clint’s Little Sister”

Part 11

Summary: being a little sister sucks, especially when your big brother is Clint Barton.

*****

You looked up as Cam bumped your hip, the box he carried practically obscuring his view. You smiled as he leaned over and you lifted yourself up onto your toes to receive the kiss. He had been more affevtionate of late and it was adorable.

Hale came running through, Fido hot on her heels. She was giggling which meant she had taken something from the poor dog and you shook your head.

Cam came back in, “you really gonna do this?” He asked slinking his long muscular arms through yours and wrapping himself around you.

“What can I say? When one gets a chance to move to a new city for the hot guy why should she say no?” Cam nuzzled your neck a smile on his lips.

“Shut up! Your so disgustingly mushy!” He griped squeezing you.

You squealed as Hale came back into the living room, phone in her hand, Fido trailing behind her. “Hey,” she scrunched her face at you two, “c'mon you guys aren’t gonna be like this the whole ride up there are you?!” She griped. “Its not like its the end of the world!”

Cam pointedly looked at her a smirk on his lips and licked from the base of your neck up to your ear. You elbowed him in the gut and pulled away wiping the wet trail on your neck. “That is so disgusting Cam!” You cried out, still you couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

______

Four months earlier.

It was 3 am in the morning. Hale climbed out of bed with you, both of you stealthily making your way down stairs to the front door, both holding a form of a weapon.

You held a bat, Hale…“is that a fucking picture?!” You hissed.

You jumped at the loud banging. Hale had started sleeping at your place as neither of you could sleep. Hale missing Clint and sleeping in his too large tee. You just needed company. It had been hard to come home to an empty home after three weeks of having men constantly around.

No, you didnt miss Tony being the first in the kitchen. Nor did you miss kicking Steve’s shoes by the door when he left them in the middle of the hallway after his run. You didnt miss Clint’s stupid irritating self….

And you most definitely didnt miss his stupid blue eyes watching every move you made….

Them leaving hadnt hurt you at all. Hale would never tell anyone that it had broken you. Or that you had cried. You were a grown woman. Dammit.

Looking out the peephole you shook your head. You could only make out red hair. “I think its a woman,” you hissed at Hale. The loud bang at the door caused you both to jump, now in close porximity it was louder than you expected. Hale screaming and announcing your presence behind the door.

“Hello?” Came her voice from the other side of the door.

You cleared your throat. “Go away! Its 3am and people are trying to sleep!”

Hale looked up at you. “Cam is on his way, but its gonna take 15 minutes.” She bit her lip looking over her shoulder at the soft beep behind her. Fido was now by your side. “Call the cops?”

You shook your head, making sure the chain lock was in place you opened the door slightly. Sharp green eyes met y/e/c ones. “Y/f/n Barton?” You nodded and a smile broke out over her face, “I finally get to meet you! Clint has told me all about you!” You stared at her warily. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Natasha Romanoff.”

You felt jealousy spike through you at the name. This was her. The one that spent so much time with your brother. He had always written home about her. Most of what he did was with ‘Nat’ it was incredible, can’t tell you everything but she saved my ass several times. She was always around him! “He’s my brother dammit.”

Nat looked down, a sheepish smile crossing her lips and you realized you had spoken aloud.

“Oh, my god. Is he okay?!” You asked fear now running through you making you cold. Why was she here? Why wasn’t he here himself?! You undid the lock and swung the door completely open.

Natasha perked an eyebrow when she took in the fact that both of you wore nothing but large tee’s and your panties. She smiled. “May I come in? He’s fine. Perfectly fine.”

Within minutes you had coffee going and the three of you were in the kitchen. You jumped as the door burst open and Cam came rushing through, stopping only when he found himself face to face with the barrel of Nats Glock.

“Cam! Its fine, he’s a friend.” You explained to Nat who looked at him wearily. “Sorry, we got caught up with Nat, she was about to tell us why the guys came here in the first place.” You told Cam who slid in place behind you.

Nat raised an eyebrow at the way Cam held you. It was second nature to him, “your brother was running from me.”

“I’m sorry?” You were confused. “I thought he was trying to out do Loki?” You asked.

“Yes,” she answered pursing her lips, “in that Loki won. He won due to the fact that he pranked me and did not run, instead stayed and took the beating I gave him, your brother ran away for 3 weeks. And took those three with him!” She was still staring at the way Cam was holding you. “Are you and Barnes not an item?” She asked point blank.“

You felt your face turn red and Hale chuckled. “I really dont know how to answer that.”

______

It had taken a few visits and most calls, texts and video calls, but you and Bucky had become a couple.

Cam and Red had stayed to help you and Hale initially, but just last month she had come running out of the bathroom screaming so high pitched all of you had winced and covered your ears.

They were pregnant.

You and Hale found an apartment in the city. Unknown to Clint and the others you two had gotten low level entry jobs at Avengers Tower. You were sure that would change once Tony found out.

Cam and you came to an agreement, he would take over payments on the house and then you would rent it out to him. It was a great starter house for him and his newly pregnant girl.

______

Clint sighed, Hale had been quiet for the last few days. Maybe she had tired of their long distant relationship? He dialed your number, he needed to know.

“Hey bro! Whats up?!”

Clint frowned as he heard a mans laugh, “y-you sound out of breath? Is that Cam with you?” He asked he didnt like that guy and the way he touched you.

“Don’t start Clint, you and Nat have the same kinda relationship. She tells us everything now.” You were glad she had gotten so close to you and Hale. It had been because of her that you had found a place, she didn’t see any reason to tell you she had gotten you two those jobs or that she would be speaking to Tony about it after you two had gotten settled. “Whats up?”

Clint thought it over for a second and hung his head. “It’s Hale, I think she might be tired of….us.”

“Oh?” You asked shooing her away. You waved her and Cam to the front desk. They nodded laughing and stepped away. “Why do you say that?” You asked listening to him.

Clint looked up as Bucky knocked on the door to his room. “Hey, front desk says they need us downstairs immediately. Not sure whats up, Tasha is already down there.”

Clint sighed, “Y/N, I have to go. Apparently there is a problem downstairs and we need to go. I thought they had security for this shit…” He grumbled. “Yeah, I love you too.”

“Clint…trust me. I know Hale would never cheat on you! Okay talk later!” You hung up and beamed at Hale and Nat who stood by Cam who was shaking his head at you.

“Don’t shake your head at me Cam! Mr. I will never get tied down and married and have children!”

He laughed as the elevator doors opened and Bucky and Clint stepped out. You smiled as Hale couldnt be held back anymore. She had been doing so well, putting her phone on silent to ignore any queries from Clint. Ahe ran full soeed at your brother screaming in excitement. Bucky just barely dodged her, his blue eyes scanning for you. You smiled as they finally landed on you. Yup, you wouldn’t miss out on moving here for the hot guy.

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A/N: Okay, there it is. The end to this series! Thank you for following!

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #112: The Lion God Lives!

June, 1973

I love Vision in the back. He looks like he’s trying to go ‘Shoo cat, shoo!’ And Black Widow looks like she tried to take a swing at an actual lion. Good hustle, Natasha!

So we start the story with Mr. Umbala, a journalist. He just found an African deity. He’s going to win all the Pulitzers. Not gonna have room to hang his hat what with all the Pulitzers he’s gonna have.

If he doesn’t get human sacrificed first. Which he does.

But a pertinent point is raised first. If the gods of Asgard or Olympus are real and still hanging around, why not other gods from other cultures?

Anyway, Mr. Umbala is super dead now.

Four days later, Avengers Mansion. Black Widow is moping a bit.

Maybe its because Iron Man keeps flirting with her.

But its at least slightly because she doesn’t have anywhere to live because her house is in San Francisco but if she goes there she might run into Daredevil or Hawkeye and she does NOT want to face them right now. Not until she has a chance to think through her life.

But Avengers Mansion has a lot of guest rooms and Jarvis has one made up for Natasha. And its a nice room. Nicer than Natasha’s house even. Being an Avenger comes with some perks.

Scarlet Witch shows her to the guest room and Black Widow comments that Scarlet Witch is acting more girlish recently than she remembers. Not sure what specific indicators she’s picking up on but whatever. Wanda answers its because she’s much more in love these days.

Anyway, yeah, its nice digs. Wanda is sure Natasha is going to like being an Avenger.

Black Panther happens to overhear and thinks that she probably will, if she doesn’t have any outside pressures on her.

Because T’Challa has been receiving more and more insistent telegrams from Wakanda insisting that he actually come back and do his actual job of ruling. Perhaps Black Widow joining the team means that he shall leave it.

Meanwhile, a big angry mob.

Right in front of the mansion. And specifically angry at Black Panther. The leader is one Mr. Umbala, who you may recognize from earlier in this post when I declared him super dead. And he tells the mob to break down the door because the Black Panther shall avoid his people no longer!

The mob starts flooding into the mansion. Black Panther insists that there’s no need for destruction, he was just coming to talk with them.

But how will he talk with lead in his teeth? And then one of the protestors shoots Black Panther.

Thankfully, Captain America was right there to put his shield in the way. And bullets know whats what because the bullets yield to this shield.

The Avengers try to force the protestors back outside but they insist “No more hangin’ out in the U.S. when Africa needs him! Either he goes home or he dies!”

You protestors and you Englehart are aware that Africa is not a single country, right? And that probably many countries in it would not welcome the king of Wakanda interfering with them?

They do manage to get everyone on the front lawn, with T’Challa insisting that none of the protestors be hurt. He feels he owes them a talk. Maybe he can work out whatever is troubling them.

This sentiment lasts about five seconds when a bunch of them dogpile T’Challa and he throws them all off. Now he just wants answers. What is this all about?

Mr. Umbala tells Black Panther not to rail against his followers. He is the one T’Challa must deal with. The one T’Challa must follow.

Black Panther starts to say that he follows no one but stops and bows down to Mr. Umbala.

Just how Mr. Umbala thought he would. And the reason why he bent the crowd to his will.

It is now clear to the Avengers that Mr. Umbala is not what he seems. Although I’m pretty sure the readers beat them to that conclusion. What with Mr. Umbala being super dead.

And obviously when the Avengers get in Mr. Umbala’s way, he reveals his true final boss form. He is really...

THE LION GOD! Liege to the king of beasts and all who worship him! Lord of the veldt and the vast churning jungle!

Yes. Like the one on the cover and the one Mr. Umbala got sacrificed to. I guess Vision isn’t the only one who wears people like meat suits.

Oh and the crowd is still under the Lion God’s control so they rush to punch the Avengers on his say so. Although they are also pretty psyched about having a god on their side. Makes things more fair, y’know?

Except no. As soon as the Avengers are distracted, the Lion God vanishes with Black Panther as his prisoner.

Leaving the formerly angry mob to sort of awkwardly disperse.

MEANWHILE, THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY, A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN CALLED MANTIS AND SHADOWY FIGURE!

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The Shadowy Figure tells Mantis that Hawkeye ragequit the Avengers over his fragile ego being bruised. This comes as very welcome news to Mantis. Mantis feels her soul once again fulfilled. Mantis has long missed that feeling. Mantis talks in the third person.

Anyway. Mantis says this news means that fate has given these mysterious two the means through which they will join the Avengers.

And the shadowy stranger fervently agrees. But those three panels are all you’re getting for now. Just a taste.

But don’t worry. There will be all the Mantis you could want on Friday the 5th.

Somewhere else, Black Panther wakes up captive to... THE LION GOD!

And Black Panther evidently recognizes this THE LION GOD. Because Black Panther is a good Black Panther and his studies of THE PANTHER GOD would have included the panther’s sole rival.

No, not the white ape. Geez. Obviously the lion.

According to THE LION GOD, the panther and the lion have warred throughout all of history. Representing agility and stealth versus power. But it appears that the panther seems to have won by half-assing it.

THE LION GOD always appears when summoned but his followers have dwindled in number. Possibly because of all the human sacrifice. Meanwhile, THE PANTHER GOD is shy or lazy and has never appeared and whose followers multiply.

But with secrets that Black Panther knows, THE LION GOD will destroy the followers of the panther and reign supreme.

Black Panther advises the Lion God to go spit in the ocean.

But also, the Lion God can control minds. Why not get the secrets that way? Apparently its a god thing. The Lion God commands respect, not slavishness.

So if T’Challa won’t share his doom secrets nicely, the Lion God will use his totem-stick (MOST POWERFUL OF HIS WEAPONS) to kill the Avengers.

Meanwhile, the Avengers.

They’re kinda lost. See, they’re not afraid of fighting gods. They’ve fought gods before. But those were gods they knew something about. But none of the Avengers have learned jack about African mythology so they’re completely in the dark here.

Even Thor doesn’t know much about African mythology.

Asgard has mostly been concerned with the northlands. Other than that and learning about Olympus, Asgard cared so little for Midgard that they rarely ever attempted to explore more of it.

They sent Cap to check to see if SHIELD has any information but...

Overall this is kind of funny.

Just goes to show, a little more regard for other cultures won’t just broaden your horizons. It may help you fight a god.

For the lack of anything better to do, Black Widow suggests that they go scour the city or the world or whatever it is that Avengers do (usually watch television news, I think).

In her experience with Daredevil, action leads to reaction from their enemies.

Problem being that they don’t know if the Lion God even cares enough to confront them. Plus, “scouring the Earth is a drag.”

Thanks for the work ethic, Iron Man.

Still, playing the waiting game doesn’t sit right with Natasha and Scarlet Witch concurs.

Iron Man instantly complains that girls always gotta side against the boys.

Is this why they only usually have one girl on the team? The male Avengers are so fragile that they think women plot against them if allowed to congregate?

Then the Lion God shows up with Black Panther by burning a hole in the roof.

And he makes his intentions pretty clear by telling Black Panther that this is the last moment he’s going to see the Avengers alive.

So Thor charges forward and demands a cool GOD VS GOD fight.

He does not get one.

He throws Mjolnir, the Lion God dodges with Lion Speed, and then zaps Thor with the totem-stick and knocks him the hell out.

So, sure, their friend god just got knocked down but that doesn’t mean the Avengers aren’t going to try.

So now its Vision’s time to shine! He goes and does the thing he always do! He goes intangible so he can’t be totem-sticked and then shoves his hand into the Lion God’s chest.

Except it doesn’t work for a very important reason. See, the Lion God is possessing a host body. And while Vision just fisted the transformed host body, the actual god spirit split off and now he totem-zaps the Vision’s tangible hand.

And now Black Widow jumps forward. Except the Lion God doesn’t want to fight a girl. See, he’d probably rather a bunch of girls go out and kill stuff for him? But what it means in this scenario is that instead, he summons a bunch of lions to attack Black Widow.

So he can focus on the warriors. God, you’re such an asshole god Lion God.

Black Widow agrees with my assessment. Anyway, she also climbs the wall and uses her Widow’s Line to yank the lioness into the lion. This makes the lions angry at each other and they start to fight.

Wanda runs over to check on Vision but she’s not going to forget her responsibilities. So first she blasts the Lion God with all her stored power.

But while she checks on the Vision, she doesn’t notice one of the lions creeping up behind her.

With the Lion God distracted, Black Panther makes his move. He uses one of the mansion machines to bust his cuffs and joins in the fight by WRESTLING A LION.

Lion God said that panthers only fight with cunning, unable to match lion strength but T’Challa puts a lion in a full nelson. And just. Wrestles that lion into submission.

Dang. That is one pooped lion. Or possibly dead. Avengers haven’t shied away from just breaking animal necks.

Meanwhile, Iron Man knocked out and/or killed the two lions Black Widow had distracted.

But there’s still the Lion God to deal with. And yeah, nobody was really engaging him or keeping him busy. So he blasts Iron Man, Black Widow, and Scarlet Witch in quick succession.

He’s actually pretty pissed off. He wanted to break T’Challa’s spirit but instead he just made Black Panther feel better about himself.

So now, he’s escalating. He’s gonna kill all the Avengers. He’s going to level the mansion. AND AFTER THAT? He’s going to level the world!

Because when gods have temper tantrums, they reach intensities mortal man only dream of. In nightmares.

And finally Thor gets back to his feet. All the Avengers fighting lions and Black Panther running from zaps gave him time to recover. And he decides to skip right to the big guns.

He summons up a big storm outside and has a lightning bolt blast the Lion God’s totem-stick right through the giant hole in the ceiling that the Lion God put there.

Just goes to show. Sometimes a flair for drama can work against you and/or you should get a divine totem-stick made of non-conductive material.

The Lion God screams and just vanishes. Thor assumes that the Lion God has been destroyed.

He’s not too broken up. Dude was trying to kill them. Avengers do sometimes kill. Y’know, if they have no other choice or if its a dinosaur or a god.

The rest of the Avengers regain consciousness. They may have been dead possibly but blasting the Lion God undid his magic. I guess.

But whatever!

Iron Man congratulates Black Widow on a great first mission as a permanent Avenger. She’s going to fit in real well around here!

On a long and eventful run with the team!

Except not.

Natasha learned some things in this single issue. First: she’s too much of her own woman to feel entirely comfortable working with a lot of people. More of a do-it-yourself type. Although apparently not too much of her own woman to date Daredevil and let him dictate her life.

But speaking of that, her second revelation is that once you know where your heart lies, you have to follow it. And seeing Wanda run to the Vision when he was hurt settled her doubts.

If the Avengers truly need her, she’ll stay. But she would rather go back to working with a single man, a man she can understand. A Daredevilish man.

Black Panther tells her to leave with their blessings. They recruited her to fight Magneto and they fought Magneto. It was cool. Besides, he also learned a thing today.

Evil can originate anywhere and strike anywhere. He can’t limit himself solely to Wakanda. He has to be able to fight it on any part of the globe. So he’ll remain an Avenger!

And I guess the Wakandan people are shit out of luck. Their king has important punching business and he can’t possibly rule them.

Big day for revelations, I guess.

Wish we could have kept Black Widow and Black Panther though.

Anyway, the Lion God watches from high above and laughs. Not destroyed after all, just diminished. A god cannot die by force (pretty sure that’s not true. Thor would have died pretty well against the Midgard Serpent if Hela hadn’t made him undying to torture him) and when he recovers his power, he’ll return for T’Challa wherever he is.

So that’s going to come up again.

But not next time. Next time is going to be something... unique. And weird. And probably tasteless. But definitely memorable.

Hey, if you like this cool Avengers liveblog, consider following @essential-avengers. It is where I’m going to put them all.

#Avengers #the Lion God #Black Panther #Black Widow #Mantis #and all the rest #Essential Avengers #Essential marvel liveblogging #Black Panther wrestles the shit out of a lion #its pretty cool #Thor needs to network more #technically this is Mantis' first appearance #but its only three panels so forget that

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