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wreckofawriter · 4 years ago

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Bubblegum

pairing: remus lupin x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: language, none fluffy

summary: you know you annoy remus but that doesn't stop you from trying to get close to him

a/n: i actually like this fic more than I thought I would... anyway I'm actually motivated again so posts should be more frequent. I plan on writing the next part for pulled apart next

Remus has always been very good at ignoring distractions. Considering who his best friends were that was really no surprise to anyone around him. He had ignored parties and screams and fights and pretty much everything else you can imagine. He could probably read through a tornado if one happened to strike the castle. But we all have that one thing.

The classroom was quiet. The scratch of quills on parchment and the occasional shuffle of feet filling Remus’s ears as he did everything in his power to focus on the test in front of him. Potions was a subject he excelled in, yet he had barely finished the first three questions and now sat practically fuming in his chair, his mind clouded with irritation.

A pop once again resonated through the room and no one else blinked, the quills continued their march. Remus gripped his own feather so tight he thought it might break in two. A few moments later the sound greeted his ears again and he whipped around. His eyes fell on you, your hair bouncing lightly as you tapped your foot to some inaudible rhythm. Soft pink bubble gum lined your lips, the corpse of a bubble being tugged back into your mouth for rebirth.

“Would you cut it out?” Remus hissed drawing more than one pair of eyes.

You tilted your head in confusion, reminding the boy slightly of a puppy. You glanced behind yourself quickly and then pointed a finger at yourself in a silent question.

“Yes you.” Remus scorned, “Stop popping your bloody gum.”

Maybe it was because of how rude he had been or maybe it was the cute red tinge of anger on his cheeks, either effect led you to the same action. You gathered the treat in your mouth inflating one of the bigger bubbles you had made that day, popping it between your teeth. The noise was loud like the snap of a whip. You smiled softly at the boy's stiff reaction, “No.” You hummed turning back to your work.

Remus was pretty sure you had verbally slapped him across the face.

The library was crowded with people, almost every chair was taken, faces shoved into books and fingers stained with ink.

The quiet atmosphere was broken by James’s loud groan, “Godric, that test Slughorn gave us was dreadful.” he complained, his head hitting the table in front of him. A chorus of hushing which he paid no mind to followed.

“Tell me about it.” Remus mumbled his mood still sour from the period before.

Sirius snapped to attention, “Since when do you have trouble in potions?”

Remus sighed, rolling his eyes at his friend's amusement, “It wasn’t the test you idiot.”

James turned his head, his cheek now squished against the wooden surface, eyebrows scrunched.

“There was this girl.”

“A girl!?” Both boys shouted in unison, James’s head popping up from the table. They both were shushed aggressively.

Remus scoffed, “Not like that-”

“Was she just so hot you couldn’t focus?” Sirius mused, the smirk on his lips mildly irritating.

“Did she have the top few buttons of her blouse undone? I damn near fainted last time Lily did that.” James chimed in.

Remus felt his cheeks go hot, “What? No-”

“So who's the lucky lady Moony?”

“Yeah I can’t believe you didn't tell us.” James pouted.

“I don’t fancy her, you idiots!” Remus snapped, earning multiple glares.

James and Sirius’s smiles dropped, disappointment finding their faces as all the excitement they had just been tempted with washed away.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Sirius mumbled halfeartly.

“So what was it then?” James asked, “If you don’t fancy this girl what’s the issue?”

Remus huffed, “She was being bloody annoying that's the issue. She wouldn’t stop popping her gum, it is one of the most infuriating things I've ever experienced.”

Sirius quirked a brow, “That's it?”

“James was there.” Remus continued, “He gets it, it was absolutely dreadful.”

James shrugged, “I don’t remember hearing any popping.”

Remus gauffed, “Seriously? It was so loud.”

“I probably just tuned it out,” He hummed, “Why didn't you just ask her to stop?”

“That's the problem.” Remus groaned, “I did and she was totally rude and popped it right in my face.”

“Sounds kinda bitchy.” Sirius mumbled, “Any chance you know who she is?”

Remus racked his brain, “I think her name is y/l/n something, I'm not sure.”

Sirius paused, “Y/n y/l/n?”

“That sounds right.”

Sirius whistled, “She is wicked hot.”

Remus scrunched his face in mild disgust, “Is that all you have to say on the matter?”

Sirius nodded returning to Transfiguration book,

Remus sighed, “You guys are no help at all.”

If you had heard the conversation that had just taken place you would have been sorely disappointed. In fact you probably would have stormed up to your dorm and pouted fiercely.

Remus Lupin was someone you knew well. Probably too well considering he had never even looked your way until the period before. It's not like you were a stalker or anything, he was just… really cute.

He had caught your attention in 4th year and never seemed to let go as he slowly reeled you in with hazel eyes and soft smiles.

You would count his freckles in charms and imagine running your hands through his hair in potions, he never seemed to notice the pair of eyes boring into his curls. You were pretty positive that your crush was hopeless. I mean this was Remus Lupin you were talking about, sure he wasn’t as sought after as Black but he definitely had his fair share of admirers.

Your friends, the few you trusted with important information that is, were always pushing you to take some sort of action on your crush. You ignored them for the most part claiming it was useless and he would probably end up with someone else anyway. Yet year after year he was still single. It was a bit shocking in fact. Almost as shocking as the words you had spoken to him earlier that day.

You buried your head in your hands for the third time that minute, embarrassment and regret were eating you alive. What the hell is wrong with me? You thought.

Adrianna, who was one of your closest friends and the one seated next to you for the horrific event was snickering behind her hand attempting to turn it into a cough as you glared at her.

“I mean at least you talked to him.” She chidded and you threw your book at her. It was her turn to pout.

You groaned, your head hitting the table infront of you, “I’m a fucking idiot.”

Adrianna shrugged, “Well yes.”

“Why did I say no? Why couldn’t I just say yes and apologize like a normal person?” You complained.

She shrugged again, “Maybe it’s just in your blood to be a dick?” This time she caught a quill on her forehead. “Sorry, sorry,” a pause, “You know you could use this to your advantage,”

You raised an eyebrow, “How the hell would I manage that?”

“You could apologize, you know like a normal person.” she giggled.

You cringed at the thought, “Why would I do that?”

Adrianna rolled her eyes, “Because you were an asshole. And most people apologize after being an asshole.”

You scrunched your nose, “Do you have any idea how awkward that would be?”

“You’re helpless.” She mumbled returning to her work.

You pouted, “Well you're not very helpful.” your mind began to turn as she continued her essay, one you had already finished the night before. Then suddenly an idea struck.

You marched up to Remus with confidence you didn’t actually have. Your anxieties buried beneath a blanket of boldness. Your hands shook, stuffed deep in your pockets.

“Yes?” He repeated reminding you that you had indeed called his name.

You glanced around at his friends, their eyes locked on you with amused smiles. You put on an uncaring mask and rolled your eyes at Potter whose smile only grew, “Could we talk away from your goons?”

Remus grinned a bit as Sirius gave an over-exaggerated gasp, “Yeah sure.”

You nodded quickly turning and starting towards the staircase. You didn’t catch Remus raising his eyebrows back at his friends and he didn’t see you release a shaky breath.

Once you both stood in the narrow staircase leading to the deviations room you turned back to Remus who stood two stairs below you, the height advantage made you feel powerful.

He didn’t seem particularly bothered by it, “You here to apologize?”

Your eyes widened, he seemed snarkier than he had been in potions, almost like he was challenging you, “I was, but now I don’t believe I will.” you clipped back.

Remus rolled his eyes, “Can I leave then?”

Panic struck you, this was not going well, “Actually I need a favor.”

Remus was surprised, that was definitely not what he had expected.

You huffed, praying to whatever god was up there that this would work. “Can you tutor me in potions? I’m actually not all that good at it and I know for a fact you are.” One of those statements was a blatant lie. Potions had been one of your better grades for a while now but he didn’t need to know that.

“Why should I help you?” Remus asked, taking a step towards you, the height advantage lessening.

You weren’t really sure how to answer that, “I suppose you shouldn’t.” You sighed and Remus smirked, “But you will.”

He raised his brows, “And why's that?”

You popped your gum enjoying his flinch, “Because you are just so sweet.” you said it with a slight coo like you were talking to a young child.

Remus didn’t respond as you brushed past him.

“Meet me at the library tomorrow after lunch and don’t be late.” You called over your shoulder.

Remus stood in the stairwell staring where you had just stood. He let out a heavy sigh , his heart beating louder than it should have been.

Part of you thought he wouldn’t even show and that instead you would sit in the library like a fool as Remus laughed about you with his friends. So when you entered the library and found the boy already seated at a table, textbooks and notes placed neatly around him you were surprised. You fought a wide smile skipping beside him and reaching for the book in his hands. Before you could snatch it away Remus snapped it shut and moved it aside.

“Take a seat y/n” He spoke, smirking at you, clearly happy about his quick reflexes.

You rolled your eyes sitting beside him and glancing at the papers in front of you. They were notes, neatly taken, no doodles in the margins.

Remus leaned over your shoulder, “I think we should start with the basics and see how much you already know.”

It was only then that you realised you were going to have to pretend to be terrible at potions. You swallowed thickly, “Sounds good.”

You surprised yourself with how easily you lied. You slipped up only twice, brushing both off as lucky guesses and contuinuting with your stupid little curade.

Remus ate it up, showing you simple questions and walking you through them as one did a child. It would have bothered you if he wasn’t leaning over your shoulder with his breath soft on your neck. He smelt like chocolate and fresh parchment, his curly hair so close you could reach out and run your fingers through it if you wanted to.

You walked back to your common room in a slight haze, your stomach full of wings.

Remus peered after you curiously. Your actions confused him, he could’ve sworn you had already known the practice problems he gave you. Yet you had struggled, almost comically. He supposed you were just really good at pretending to be smart.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to pretend to be stupid?” You groaned.

Adrianna shook her head too focused on the note sheet in front of her to really care about what you were saying.

Your rambles continued regardless, “Do you think I’m going to have to fail my next test so I can keep Remus as a tutor?”

She sighed fed up as she tried to study over your speaking, “You know you could just ask him out like if you weren’t such a pussy.”

You glared at her lacking real malice, “I’m not a pussy, I’m just creative.”

“Pussy.” Adrianna coughed quietly and you rolled your eyes, she was only a little bit right.

As your study sessions continued Remus found himself growing strangely fond of you. The banter you offered was entertaining, despite the fact you took every chance to annoy him. Your sarcastic comments made his lips twitch into a grin. Your response to his own remarks; a scrunch of your nose, making him chuckle. You still seemed a bit off and for the first week, Remus wasn’t sure what it was. It was clear that you were hiding something, faking something but he just couldn't place it.

A pattern began to settle in front of him quickly. Your slip ups became a bit repetitive. And by slip ups he really meant your success. You were good at potions. In fact probably better than he was. Remus wasn’t sure why you were pretending to be terrible at a class you clearly were doing well in, but he was even more confused on why he didn’t call you out on it.

For some reason he was dead set on keeping you at those study sessions. In fact he used a nearing test as an excuse to meet you daily. He debated his actions in his own mind most nights, why did he keep wasting his time to teach you things you already knew he wondered. He always came up empty, even more lost than he had been before.

You had thought Remus to be smarter than he was. The fact that he hadn't picked up on your seemingly obvious act was astounding. You supposed it only helped you if he fell for it hook line and sinker, right? You started meeting him everyday in the library, he was very adamant about you passing the upcoming test and you weren’t going to complain, it gave you more time to count the freckles that dusted his nose anyway.

You hummed quietly to yourself, fiddling with your quill. It was the night before the test and Remus had been insistent on you studying late into the night. So now you sat in the Gryffindor common room under the hazy light of candles with notes you had memorized ages ago.

The crack of the fire was a pleasant background noise to your tune as your eyes locked onto Remus whose hair had fallen in front of his eyes yet again. You smiled softly watching him scribble final notes onto his Transfiguration assignment. Your gum was slowly losing its flavor on your tongue.

Feeling your gaze he looked up, “You want me to quiz you on them?” He asked, gesturing to the notes under your arm.

“Sure.” You reposed picking up the paper and passing it off to him.

Remus watched you carefully, answers came easily most of the time but every once and while you would struggle, himming and hawing as you pretended you didn’t know how to respond. He played along until you finished the note sheet.

You were confused when he put it down, “Aren't we going to go over the ones I got wrong?”

Remus sighed, “Why would I do that when you already know them?”

You furrowed your brow, “I got them wrong.”

“You know them though don’t you?” He smirked, “You know all the stuff that I’ve been teaching you.”

You laughed but there was no humor to it, “I don’t know what you mean.”

He only smiled more, “Yes you do.”

You just sat there, your mind was spinning, you hadn’t really planned for the end of it all. You had no clue how you were going to explain this.

“I’m curious.” Remus said, “Why go through all this trouble?”

You just started at him opening your mouth to answer only to close it again.

“Come on y/n don’t leave me hanging.” He grinned and you felt like you were going to throw up.

“How long have you known?” You asked quietly.

Remus shrugged, “About a week.”

You hesitated, “Wait, why didn't you say anything sooner?”

He shrugged again, “No reason.”

It was your turn to smile “No really Remus, why waste your time with me?” You questioned.

He sighed, “It wasn’t really a waste of time.”

“It wasn’t?”

Remus felt weirdly trapped, “You still haven't answered my question.”

“Fine you really want to know?” You said chewing your gum anxiously.

He nodded.

“I wanted to hang out with you, and I wasn't really sure how to ask.” You huffed picking at your nails.

There was a beat of quiet, the fire popped behind you.

“Now you tell me why you didn’t say anything earlier.” You said trying to divert from your embarrassing confession.

Remus pondered his answer for a moment, “Because I like you.”

Your eyes widened, “I thought you found me annoying.” you laughed lightly.

“Oh no I do.” He grinned leaning closer to you as you scrunched your nose in annoyment. “You know you could have just asked me out instead of pretending not to know anything about potions.”

You ignored the heat in your cheeks as Remus leaned just inches from you, “Where’s the fun in that?”

He chuckled, “I supposed there isn't any.” his breath was warm on your skin and your eyes slipped shut as he closed the distance between you.

Remus’s lips were smooth and soft against your own, his hand cupping your cheek lightly. You ran your fingers through his hair as he tilted your chin back, deepening the kiss.

He hummed lightly, you tasted like bubblegum.

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babymetaldoll · 3 years ago

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Danger Days - Chapter one: “Nobody puts Baby in a corner”

Pairing: OCx Matthew Gray Gubler + My Chemical Romance. I know. Weirdest mix ever.

Summary: MCR has only one more drummer audition before they have to start touring again. None of them knows their last chance is a girl. Matthew Gray Gubler's girlfriend.

Word count: 5,4K

Warnings: Cursing, and funny shit so far.

A/N: Ok... I don't know if you'll ever read this shit, but I am in love with this story. So, I'll start posting it.

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::: Los Angeles, October 13th, 2010 :::

There are many ways to be locked down: quarantine, jail, or long trips. But being locked down with pretty much strangers has to be the worst. Or weirdest. Or more exciting, depending on how you see it.

Frank Iero walked fast. He was late. In his defense, Iero was always late. He didn’t try to make it on time today because he didn’t want to tour. But they had to. He just wanted to stay fucking home for a while. That’s precisely what he had said to the band when they saw the schedule for the following months. He was tremendously worn out. But he had to. The thing that made it all worse for him was knowing they had to get a new drummer, ‘cos Bob was out of the picture, and they didn’t have a replacement yet. They had tried a few guys out there, but they didn’t seem to get it. It wasn’t just playing the songs. It meant being part of it. Whatever that means.

They only had one more option on their list, and they were all hoping it would work, ‘cos they didn’t really have a lot of time to find someone else.

Ray was sitting on the floor in the practice studio, playing with his guitar, all alone in the place. It was early, and he knew it. Well, he was on time, but he knew everybody was always late for rehearsal.

- “Hello?”- a brown-haired woman walked in with a tall, thin guy and smiled- “I’m Joey. I’m here for the drummer audition.”

It sounded more like a question than a statement. Ray stood up and shook her hand, smiling.

- “Ray Toro, nice to meet you.”- he looked at the guy and shook his hand

- "Matthew Gray Gubler, my pleasure."

- "I’m sorry the rest of the guys aren’t here yet,"- Ray apologized as Joey looked around and sighed. She hated it when people were late.

- "Maybe we can go get a coffee"- Matthew suggested, and the young woman nodded- "I saw a place just around the corner."

- "Do you want one?"- she asked Ray

- "Yeah, sure"- he said, confused by her unexpected gesture.

- "How do you drink it?"

- "Lots of cream, lots of sugar"- Joey smiled and nodded.

- "Ok, Mr. Wolf. We’ll be right back"- Ray chuckled when he noticed she had gotten the Tarantino joke and watched her and who seemed to be her boyfriend walking out the room.

- "Are you sure you wanna do this?"- Joey frowned and looked at Matthew after he just shot the question while they walked out of the coffee shop.

- "What?"

- "Don’t get me wrong, it’s just that you don’t know any of those guys"

- "Yeah, I know, but they are a professional and major band! This could be great for my career"- he nodded and stared at his girlfriend, cupping her face with a hand and looking right into her eyes.

- "I just don’t want you to feel discouraged if you don’t make it"- he whispered.

- "Why wouldn’t I make it? You said I’m an excellent drummer, I’ve worked with many great bands, I’m good at my job!"

- "I know you are the best drummer, Yami"- Matthew quickly answered, trying to rearrange his words- "I’m just trying to say do your best, I know you are gonna be great."

He held her hands as he stood in front of her and looked into her eyes sweetly.

- "I’m just scared those guys are gonna break your heart."

- "Come on! If they don’t like me, it’s their loss."

Joey would say those things, but she was a nervous wreck inside. She wanted the band to love her. She needed the job, her career as a drummer really needed a boost, and since her last band had broken up, she only got small recording sessions and a few backup gigs with some bands. But that was it. Working with My Chemical Romance was just what she needed.

- "So, where’s the drummer?"- Gerard asked and looked around- "I hate when people are late, it’s rude! It shows you don’t care."

- "You just got twenty minutes late"- Mikey quickly said and raised an eyebrow at his brother- "So shut up."

- "Wait, he has a point"- Frank added and looked at Gerard for a second, who was walking around the practice studio playing with his hair- "We can be late, we are the band, he can’t be late, he is auditioning."

Ray was about to correct his friend when Joey and Matthew walked into the room.

- "Hi!"- she said and smiled- "Here’s your coffee"- Joey walked to Ray, and he thanked her immediately.

- "How much is it?"

- "Dude, don’t worry, it’s just coffee,"- meanwhile, Gerard, Frank, and Mikey shook Gubler’s hand.

- "Nice to meet you, Joey"- Frank said and looked at the guy in front of him, thinking he seemed familiar- "Wait, did you play a gig with Mellon Collie last week?"- Matthew frowned and shook his head, while Mikey turned to Joey and asked.

- "Can you get me a coffee too? I take it black with almond milk."

- "Make that two!"- Gerard said, raising his hand, and Joey looked at Ray, not getting what was going on.

- "So, Joey, we checked at your resume, and to be honest, it’s pretty impressive,"- Frank said and grabbed the sheet of paper from upon an amplifier- "You’ve played with some great bands, like the Distillers."

- "Thanks"- Joey said and smiled, but Frank raised an eyebrow at her, not getting why she had answered.

- "She is Joey"- Ray explained- "He is Matthew, her boyfriend."

- "Hi"- Joey waved, and the whole band looked at her astonished- "Yeah, girl drummer, I know…"

- "I’m sorry, I just… Joey didn’t sound like a girly name"- Frank apologized and cut her a short smile.

- "Don’t worry, it is not the first it happens"

Joey lied. It was the first time it happened. It was uncomfortable ‘cos it made her feel the band wasn’t expecting to audition a woman for the position. Maybe they didn’t want her. She thought her resume implied she was a girl, but apparently, it didn’t.

- "So… well, you’ve worked with amazing bands"- Frank repeated- "Why do you wanna work with us?"

- "Well, I admire your work. I think touring with you represents a significant challenge in my career. And mostly because I don’t have a job, and I really need one right now."- the band looked at Joey in silence until Mikey chuckled. At least he got the joke.

- "Tell us more about you,"- Gerard asked as he lit a cigarette and kept walking around the practice studio- "You can sit down if you want."

Joey nodded but didn’t move, she wasn’t feeling comfortable in the room, and a part of her wanted to stay on her feet and close to the door, ready to run away.

- "I’m from Seattle, so grunge was my biggest influence growing up. Ever since I was six, I wanted to be Matt Cameron or Jimmy Chamberlin… or Kim Gordon"- the young woman made a pause and sighed. She wasn’t feeling the love.

- "I studied music at Berklee after my first band experience, mainly because my dad said if I wanted to be in music, I had to have proper education."

- "Tell us about the bands you’ve worked with"- Ray asked.

- "I’ve worked with Dashboard Confessional; we did a small tour last summer. On the road, I’ve been with Julieta Venegas, she is an amazing Mexican musician."

- "You toured with Vampire Weekend"- Matthew added and looked at his girlfriend.

- "Right! When their drummer broke his arm. That was a fun tour"- Joey added and smiled- "Well anyway, in the studio I’ve recorded with Fiona Apple, Brody Dalle, Amanda Palmer, some small jazz bands I met in college, Johnny Lang… I’ve tried to work as many different musical genres as possible."

The band nodded and stayed in silence. Neither of them knew what to say.

- "So… do you wanna hear me play?"

- "Yeah! Sure"- Ray smiled at her, and Joey walked to the other room, at the other side of the glass, and say behind the drum set.

- "What did you prepare?"- Ray asked as Joey put on the headphones and nodded.

- "I have three songs for you to pick: “It’s not a fashion statement,” “Famous last words,” and “House of wolves.”

She looked at the band talking to each other as Matthew stood on a side and smiled sweetly. She knew things weren’t peachy so far, but she tried her best to get the job. She really needed it 'cos she was running out of savings, and she had no other job prospect but a few commercial jingles.

- "Wolves"- Gerard answered, and Joey nodded. Joey took a look at the drum and sighed. She was left-handed, and the drum was someone right-handed. Jo didn’t want to make a fuzz and change it, 'cos she felt the band wasn’t already into her. But at the same time, she wanted to kick ass and show them how good she was.

- "Just give me a second."

Joey stood up and rearranged the drum. Gerard looked at Ray, annoyed but making his best not to show. Mikey was stuck at his phone, barely paying attention to anything around him, and Frank stared at Matthew, trying to remember where he had seen him before.

- "Ready?"- Ray asked as Joey sat down again and tried the drum.

- "Yeah, much better, sorry for wasting your time"- Gerard looked at her, feeling she knew he was annoyed, and tried to change his bitchy face. It was too late for that anyway.

Joey started playing and just focused on the music, making her best. She had rehearsed the songs for weeks and even added a solo. She heard all the live versions she could and was sure she was doing a good job.

- "I don’t know, guys"- Gerard texted the band so Matthew would hear them.

- "I like her"- Ray answered

- "That’s your cock talking"- Frank answered and chuckled- "She ain’t bad, but I don’t know if she works for the band."

- "She sounds cool"- Mikey said out loud- "Maybe we could jam a little with her."

Frank and Gerard turned to him with widened eyes, surprised and embarrassed he had answered his comments aloud, so Matthew could hear.

- "Yeah, I saw the text, but talking is faster"- Gerard had to turn around to hide his face, red of anger against his brother, and make his best not to look at Matthew, who nodded and got the hint.

- "I’ll wait outside."

Frank stared at Mikey, who stood up and looked at Joey playing eyes wide shut, making her best to give a good impression. At least it worked with Mikey and Ray.

- "Thanks for making us look like an asshole"- Frank argued and huffed- "What was wrong with answering the fucking text?"

- "Dude, grow up…"- that’s all Mikey answered and stayed in silence until Joey finished the song.

She raised her eyes from the drumset and stared at the band, pretty scared of their reaction. Mikey and Ray smiled at her, while Gerard and Frank were serious and totally… annoyed? Bored? she couldn’t really figure it out.

- "Do you want me to play anything else?"- the young woman asked, afraid she was gonna get a cold no as an answer. Gerard was about to do it until he saw his brother walking over and grab his bass.

- "Wanna jam a little?"- Joey quickly smiled at Mikey, thinking maybe he liked her job, which was always a nice feeling, especially when trying to get a job.

- "Yeah! Sure!"

They played Destroya and improvised for a while. Ray joined them, and the three of them actually had fun for a good twenty minutes jamming.

- "That was pretty good"- Gerard said as he walked over and put on his dark glasses- "Unfortunately, we have to go."

- "Where?"- Mikey asked, surprised- "We had a clear schedule today."

- "Yeah, well, we totally forgot about an interview, and we are running late, so…"- he made a pause and looked at Joey.

- "Sure, I have to get going too, I have to reach the studio in an hour so…"- she stood up and shook Mikey and Ray’s hand- "Thank you so much for your time, I had a lot of fun with you."

- "Thank you for coming!"- Ray quickly answered- "I’ll walk you to the door."

- "Don’t worry, it’s just there anyway"- Joey smiled and turned to the other two guys- "Sorry for taking so much of your time. I hope you have a good day"- she shook their hands too, and they nodded with a sympathetic smile.

- "You too"- Gerard whispered.

- "And the answer is Criminal Minds"- Joey said and smiled at Frank, who looked dumbstruck- "See ya!"

And the young woman walked out.

- "Fuck! that’s it!"- Frank grumbled, and no one got why- "That’s where I’ve seen that guy."

- "What?"- Gerard asked him

- "Her boyfriend is on that tv show"- but it seemed it didn’t matter to Gerard one tiny bit.

- "Oh… who cares anyway…"- Mikey turned to his brother and punched his arm.

- "Did you have to be so annoying?"

- "I wasn’t annoying!"- Gerard nearly yelled, feeling insulted.

- "Dude! you were rude at her! and she did nothing to you!"- his brother was about to his him a lecture, but it seemed it was going to be useless, Gerard wasn’t even listening.

- "Oh! Come on! I wasn’t!"

- "Yeah, you were,"- Ray added and teamed up with Mikey- "You were a bitch, and she noticed."

- "So what?"

- "What if she felt bad about it? or what if she is pissed with us?"

- "If she is pissed, she is pissed! do you care?"

- "Why are you so mean? she was great!"- Mikey was surprised by his brother's attitude.

- "Yeah, she was good, but are you actually considering having a female drummer?"- Ray and Mikey looked at him in shock.

- "What the fuck is your problem with her being a girl?"

- "I don’t have a problem if she is a girl, a boy, or a cat. I’m just saying she is not the right choice for this band."

Ray and Mikey kept looking at him, confused. He had never been such an ass before

- "Come on, Frank, back me up here!"

- "I agree"- Iero simply said- "She was a good drummer, but… what are we gonna do with a chick on tour?"- Ray couldn’t believe his own ears.

- "Seriously? she was awesome! Perfect timing, great improvisation, and she had the ear to follow every single fucking curveball we threw her."

Gerard knew Ray was right, he heard it too, but he just didn’t want to work with Joey. Why? he didn’t know. He just looked at her and thought she couldn’t be on a bus with them, or on stage with them, or anywhere with them. As simple as that.

- "My vote is no"- he sentenced.

- "She is the best we’ve had"- Mikey argued right away- "And I’m saying yes."

- "Nope, I’m with Gerard"- Frankie claimed- "I just don’t want her in the band."

- "You fucking assholes, I’m saying yes, and it’s a tie!"- Ray felt he was five years old, calling that conversation “a tie” and arguing under those stupid terms with his friends.

- "Great! so that means no!"- of course, Gerard’s childish answer made him feel a little better about himself.

- "Seriously? What the fuck is your problem with her?"

Mikey asked his brother and stood right in front of him, just to push him to answer with the truth.

- "You said you wanted to make a fantastic show. You said you wanted to do something no one could ever expect from us, so we made this album that we love after years in the studio. It’s completely different than anything we’ve made! Do you know what would also be something no one could ever expect? having this amazing female drummer!"

- "But why her?"

- "‘Cos she is the best we’ve seen!"- Ray stepped into the conversation, trying to make some sense from Gerard and Frank.

- "Dude… I don’t know"- Iero whispered- "She was good, but… wouldn’t it be weird to have a girl on the bus with us?"

- "That’s what keeps you from saying yes?!"- Ray was honestly shocked- "Because you won’t be able to fart and walk about in your underwear?"

- "I wasn’t planning to stop any of that…"

- "Then?"

- "I don’t wanna have problems with my wife!"- Frank finally assumed and sighed- "I’ve had enough of that shit already"- the band stared at him in silence. Mikey was the only one who spoke his mind.

- "Wuss."

Matthew walked in silence, holding Joey’s hand until they reached his car. She sighed and sat at the passenger seat, thinking she didn’t want to call her parents and ask for another loan. The last time she had sworn to herself, it was never gonna happen again.

- "If they don’t hire you, it’s their loss"- Gubler finally whispered and looked at his girlfriend with a sweet glance- "You are awesome, and everybody knows it"- Joey sighed and cut him a short smile.

- "Thanks, Akumu."

- "And besides, they were assholes."

- "I know!!"- Joey waved her arms, absolutely upset- "That’s so disappointing 'cos everybody said they were so nice!"

- "Are you gonna call Tucker?"

- "I don’t know"- the young woman whispered and sighed- "He was so excited, and I don’t wanna disappoint him"

- "You did your best, Yami… maybe they didn’t want to work with a female drummer"- Joey thought about it for a moment and nodded.

- "Could be. I did my best anyway. Maybe they were all having a crappy day. Anyway, can you drive me to the studio, please? pretty, pretty, please?"- Matthew laughed and stared at his girlfriend with a warm look in his eyes.

- "Only if you kiss me first"

- "That’s blackmailing"

- "Maybe, but I’m driving, I make the rules"

- "Damn… fine! but just ‘cos I’m late"

Joey giggled and leaned in to kiss Matthew, who caressed her cheek slowly.

- "It’s gonna be ok, I promise"- he whispered, trying to comfort his girlfriend, and she nodded. She knew he was nice to her, but she still felt her life was totally out of focus.

- "Hello?"- Joey picked up her phone as she walked out of the studio after recording for the day. She was working in a small studio recording jingles. It wasn’t much, but at least she wasn’t selling drugs to survive.

- "How was it?"

- "Tucker, hey…"

- "So? When do you start? did they love you? of course, they did!"

- "Yeah… well…"

Joey didn’t want to tell his friend and break his heart. Tucker was so excited Joey was auditioning for My Chem ‘cos he knew the band for years. And though he had offered Joey to introduce her first, she refused, decided to audition under her own terms. Which sucked.

- "What?"

- "I don’t think they liked me"

- "What are you talking about? you are fantastic!"

- "You know it, I know it, but I don’t think they got it…"

- "What did they say?"

- "Nothing really, just… ok, just don’t tell them I said this, ok?"

- "Cross my heart and all that shit, what happened?"- Joey rested her back against the wall and sighed.

- "Gerard had a bitch face the whole time like he hated the guts out of me, and I don’t know why! then Frank wouldn’t even look at me, nothing, he wasn’t there, so I’m guessing neither of them wanted a female drummer, 'cos they all thought I was a guy."

- "Why?"

- "Apparently, Joey is a guy’s name"

- "So you didn’t put your real name in the application? brilliant!"

- "What for? So they can’t spell it? Anyway, can you imagine Mikey thought I was an assistant or whatever and asked me to go get him a coffee when we got there? They thought Matthew was auditioning and ignored me the whole time!"

- "Shit can’t be right! they are not like that"

- "Well, in the end, Ray and Mikey were the nicest. We jammed and had fun for a while, playing a few of their songs. But neither Gerard nor Frank even looked at us. It felt they hated me."

- "Maybe they were having a bad day, but they are very nice people."

- "Maybe… anyway… thank you for your support."

- "What are best friends for?"

- "Getting beer?"

- "Right, when are we getting beer?"- Joey smiled and sighed.

- "Next time I’m in New York or when you come to this shitty city."

- "If you hate Los Angeles so much, why don’t you move?"

- "‘Cos I’ve got my life here, I guess."

- "You know it’s just ‘cos you are dating that nerd

- "I happen to love that nerd!"- Joey laughed and shook her head, thinking Tucker didn’t even know Gubler and he already knew he was a nerd- "Anyway, gotta go, I have a class in an hour."

- "Are you taking a class?"

- "No, dude, I’m teaching in a community center in Santa Monica."

- "Aren’t you lovely! I’m proud of you!"

- "Shut up!"

- "As long as you don’t teach them to drink as we did when we toured together."

- "Hey! I’m no longer 20!"- Joey argued, laughing- "I’m a role model for those kids now!"

- "Yeah, sure! Talk to you later!"

Tucker hung down the phone and walked around his house for a minute. He loved that kid. He met her when she was still in college and toured with Thursday for a few dates with her old band. She was like a little sister to him. And it hurt to think she was wasting her talent in shitty sessions with shitty bands when she could be doing something better with her skills. Something meaningful. And it honestly made him angry to think his friends had been mean to her.

- "Hey, dude!"- Gerard picked up the phone, excited to see Tucker’s name on the screen.

- "Hey! why were you an asshole today?"- Gerard frowned and took out his sunglasses. He was in his backyard smoking, and he was not getting what his friend was talking about

- "Sorry, what?"

- "You were an asshole today with my friend"

- "Dude, I’m gonna need more information"

- "I asked Joey to audition for your band because I thought you would value her talent, and you ignored her?"

- "I didn’t ignore her… wait!"- Gerard wasn’t getting what was going on- "You know her?"

- "Of course! for the last… shit, I don’t know, like five or six years, we toured together, I taught her a lot, she is like my little sister!"

- "Yeah, she is an excellent drummer, but… I don’t feel she is suitable for the band."

- "Why?"

- "‘Cos… she has tits"- Gerard whispered, and Tucker made one long eternal pause.

- "Wow… ok, I see why she said you were an asshole."

- "She did?!"- Gerard felt so insulted he clenched his fist.

- "And she wasn’t wrong. I’m so sorry I asked her to go to your audition. It was a waste of her time."

Tucker hung down the phone and dialed Frank. He knew he had been pretty hard on Gerard, so he made his way to stay calm and not yell, at least not right away.

- "Ho, man!"

- "Hey Frank, listen, my friend, Joey was today auditioning for your drummer position. How was that?"

- "Joey? The girl? Do you know her?"

- "Yeah, I set the audition for her, actually. She is one of my closest friends, so how was it?"

Frank looked around at Ray smoking next to him in a small bar, then took a sip of his beer and decided the best thing to do was clear: lying.

- "She was awesome. Too bad the position is already taken 'cos she was real good"

- "I see, and that’s why you acted like an asshole?"

- "I didn’t!"- Frank knew he was busted

- "Dude, she told me everything. You didn’t even look at her!"

Ray’s phone hummed, and he read the text Gerard had sent them: “The chick is friends with Tucker. She sold us.” Toro chuckled and looked at Frank red in anger, trying to explain to his friend why he had been mean.

- “Too little too late”- Ray typed and sent the text. Mikey read them and chuckled while he ate a bowl of cereal and milk back in his house.

- "They deserve it for being assholes"- he said out loud and sighed.

He looked around at his home and realized he was talking all alone. His wife wasn’t around. His wife was never around anymore. But that was something Mikey didn’t want to think about, not then, not never.

- "Can you believe that bitch?"- Frank turned to Ray as soon as he hung down with Tucker- "She called our friend to snitch on us."

- "Well, you kinda deserved it"- Ray simply answered and sipped his beer- "You and Gerard should apologize to her."

- "No way, can we just let it pass?"- Iero was honestly upset as he lit another cigarette and remained in silence for a moment- "She was excellent, I give you that, but I don’t fucking want a girl in the band right now"

- "To avoid arguing with Jamia?"

- "Yeah! Shit has been hard lately, and I don’t want her to be threatened by anyone anymore"- Ray looked at his friend, nodding.

- "We should all talk about this seriously, we only got a week before the first show, and we have to rehearsal with the new drummer."

- "I know"- their cell phone hummed again, and they all read the exact text.

- "Meeting in my house now"- Gerard sighed as soon as he read his brother’s text. He surely knew what it was all about, and he had no intention to continue that argument, though he had absolutely no choice.

- "I hope Mikey at least asks for pizza"- he stood up and walked inside the house- "Honey, I’m going to Mikey’s"- he announced as he walked into his wife art studio and found her working on a collage on her desk

- "Say hello to your brother from me, hey! can you pick something for dinner?"

- "Sure, I’ll see you later"- he kissed her lips and cut her a short smile

- "Wait, turn around"- she asked, and he slowly moved over- "What happened?"

- "Nothing"- Lynz raised an eyebrow and waited for the honest answer- "We just had a bad audition for a drummer this morning. It turns out she was friends with Tucker Rule, and he called me an asshole for being mean to her."

- "Were you mean to her?"- Gerard made a long pause and stared at his wife’s expression change- "Why did you do that?"

- "I don’t know! I just didn’t like her!"

- "Was she right?"

- "Yeah"

- "Was she nice?"

- "Yes"

- "Was she hot?"

- "No! definitely not!"

- "Then what was the problem?"

- "She is the best we’ve had so far, but I don’t wanna turn everything we’ve been working on into “they are working with a girl” and get the attention away from the music."- Lynz nodded as she listened to her husband’s words.

- "You are making it seem like no one had ever had a female drummer or musician on stage before."

- "No, it’s not that, it’s just that…"- Gerard thought his answer carefully- "We haven’t, and we are so deep into the spot I’m afraid it will impact our show the wrong way"- Lynz made a pause and stared at her husband’s face

- "What did the band say?"

- "Frank is with me, and Ray and Mikey disagree."

- "Why is Frank with you?"

- "‘Cos he thinks having a girl on the bus is weird."

- "I was the girl in a band, and it wasn’t weird at all!"

Gerard knew that would be the subject in the conversation eventually as soon as he started talking about this with his wife.

- "I think you are acting kinda selfish and a little sexist."

- "No, we are just trying to do what’s best for the band."

- "Do whatever you want. I’m just giving you my opinion."

Gee felt Lynz was judging him. And he knew he would never win that fight.

- "I’m gonna talk about it with the band"

- "Ok, see you for dinner"- Gerard kissed his wife again and walked away feeling like a douche.

Had he been an asshole with that girl?

And besides, Gerard had lied to his wife when she asked if the girl was hot, ‘cos he actually thought so. He would never admit it in front of her anyway. And neither in front of anyone else. Never.

Matthew waited for Joey outside the community center, where she taught drums for kids in need as a way to keep them from being in the street and teaching him a new skill. He thought that was amazing and felt pretty proud of his girlfriend for giving the community her time and knowledge. He waved at her as she walked outside and cut her a big smile.

- "Hey! I didn’t know you were picking me up today!"

- "I wanted to surprise you and cheer you up!"- Joey leaned over and kissed Matthew sweetly.

- "Thank you so, so much!"

- "I’m the best boyfriend. I know."

- "What’s the plan?"

- "Wanna ask for Chinese and watch a movie at my place?"- it was a bit disappointing plan ‘cos that was pretty much every day in their routine, but Joey smiled and nodded.

- "As long as I pick the horror movie tonight, sounds perfect."

After a few minutes of driving, Matthew turned to his girlfriend and whispered.

- "I forgot tomorrow we’ll have table reading. We are gonna start shooting this week. I’m sorry I won’t be able to hang out so often."

- "Don’t worry, you have to work, and I need to get a new extra job ‘cos it’s obvious and I didn’t get the MCR shit…"- her cell phone interrupted her as she spoke. An unlisted number was calling- "Hello?"

- "Joey… Svein… björn...dottir?"

- "Yes?"- her last name was mispronounced entirely, but she was pretty used to that.

- "Hi, I’m Ray Toro, from My Chemical Romance."

- "Hey, Ray! How are you?"- Gubler wide opened his eyes as he turned to his girl for a second. She was honestly surprised the band was calling her.

- "Good! listen… I hope I’m not interrupting."

- "Not, it’s cool"- Gerard turned around and walked the other way just ‘cos he didn’t want to see Ray do what he was about to do.

- "Great, the band and I were talking, and we want you to come to the studio tomorrow to do a second tryout… do they even call it “tryouts”? more like an audition, I think."- Ray started rambling as Joey wide opened her eyes in shock.

- "Sorry, what? do you want me there again?"

- "Yeah, so we can jam a little, try a few new things. We are having trouble deciding on one drummer, so we need a bit more info. Besides, we couldn’t finish today so… can you come tomorrow at ten?"

- "Noon"- Frank said, thinking he didn’t feel like waking up early to meet that chick.

- "Sorry, at noon"- Ray corrected, embarrassed.

- "Noon…"- Joey had absolutely nothing to do at noon, but she wanted to make believe she had a life- "I think I can move a few things… to meet you."

- "Awesome! See you tomorrow"- Joey turned to Matthew as soon as she hung down and nearly screamed.

- "They want to see me again!!! I can’t believe it"- the young woman jumped on the seat completely excited- "I thought they hated…"- but suddenly, it hit her.

- "Congrats, Yami!!"- Matthew yelled and grabbed her knee, which was all he could do, considering he was driving.

- "No, it wasn’t me. It was Tucker."

- "Did you call him?"

- "He called. I didn’t want to tell him about the shitshow I was through this morning"- Joey grabbed her phone again and looked for the last number that called.

- "What are you doing?"

- "I’m canceling. I’m not gonna go if they are only doing this ‘cos my friend forced them."

- "What?! no! just go and kick their asses!"- Matthew quickly grabbed the phone from Joey’s and hid it in his pocket, far from her reach- "You are going tomorrow, and you are proving them wrong."

- "I don’t want to! Akumu! Come on! it’s gonna be embarrassing and awkward to see them knowing Tucker called them to get me a second chance!"

- "No! It’s gonna be awesome ‘cos you are gonna kick ass!!"

Joey whined for another while, honestly trying to get out of that awkward situation. But by the time they reached Matthew’s, he had convinced her she had to do it.

#matthew gray gubler #my chemical romance #fanfiction #babymetaldoll writes #mgg #criminal minds #frank iero #mikey way #i never thought I'd post this #gerard way

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theeslytherinslut · 4 years ago

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A Shit Tutor (4/?)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

Word Count: 1,581

Warnings: language, none

A/N: sorry for the hiatus guys! Some of you guys now but I’m in college and nearing the end of the semester so the workload is getting more intense. And on top of that I’m working on writing an actual book lol. So a lot going on rn but I’ll try to work out a more regular posting schedule. Anyway, thanks for reading!!!

~Masterlist~

“Up! Up! Up!” your alarm clock chirped, excited to fulfill its role.

“Alright,” you moaned into your pillow, turning onto your side.

“Did you hear me? It’s time to get up!” it chirped once more.

“I heard you! I’ll be up in a minute,” you whined, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“The first to rise is always most wise!” it sang; your mother thought the clock was quite funny, especially knowing how grumpy you were in the mornings.

“Fucking fine! I’m up! You obnoxiously cheerful sodding clock,” you grumped, rolling out of your bed.

“Always such a pleasure,” the clock quipped back before the gears resembling eyes slid closed once more.

“I was just about to wake you myself,” Jal said, poking her head around the corner, grinning at you as she braided her hair back. You merely grunted in response, attempting to rub the sleep from your eyes. “You always were a graceful riser.”

Shooting her a glare, she grinned and disappeared back into her section of the room. Yawning, you pulled a brush through your hair and clipped it up and out of your face, dawning your uniform for the day. Just as you were finished tying your tie, Jal called out to you.

“C’mon, we’ve already missed breakfast. I’m not being late to McGonagall for you,” she warned. Realizing she was right, you cursed under your breath and slung your bag onto your shoulder, jogging after Jal.

The morning had been hell, you’d forgotten your report for McGonagall in your dorms, and even though it was done, the witch had taken 5 points for not having with you. In Ancient Runes, you’d been half asleep when Professor Babbling called on you--you gave the wrong answer. Jal’s snickers all throughout were of no help to your mood, and by lunch, you were positively bitchy.

“Sweet Salazar, someone’s got their knickers in a bunch this morning, haven’t they?” Jal said, looking amused at your grumpy face.

“It would help if you weren’t so goddamn giggly. Old McGonagall takes 5 points, and it’s somehow funny to you,” you pouted, lowering your eyes at her as the two of you stepped into the Great Hall. As you walked past the Gryffindor table, you could’ve sworn you heard the gangly redhead say your name, but when you turned to throw daggers, the bushy-haired girl that was always with them quickly hushed him up so you couldn’t be sure.

“If you weren’t the one getting points taken, you wouldn’t be so bitchy,” Jal sighed as you glared at the three. Harry looked up and started at the malice in your face, but the girl with them snapped her fingers and called his attention once more.

“Yeah, well, it was me, wasn’t it?” you grumped as the two of you came to the Slytherin table; just as you were about to slide onto the bench, you heard your name.

“Y/N!” a nearby voice called. Shocked, you looked to find a pale hand waving you up the table. Looking over at Jal, she wore the look you imagined was on your face as well and shrugged.

“Go on,” she said after a moment, waving you on.

“Y/N!” the voice called again.

“Go!” she called again, waving her hands at you as she moved to sit.

“Come with me!” you called, suddenly intensely nervous.

“What?” she said, suddenly looking scared.

“Come on!” you hissed, grasping her wrist tightly and dragging her along with you. She resisted for a minute, but as the two of you got closer, she recovered and walked with you.

“Yes?” you said, stopping in front of Draco as he smirked at you. Turning around in his seat across from Draco, you felt Jal stiffen as Blaise’s eyes traveled along her figure.

“Jaltrece, right?” he smirked, his voice like butter. Looking at him now, you could definitely see the appeal. His jaw was simply unforgiving and the muscles tensed as he looked at Jal; she seemed to have lost her voice. His dark eyes were alight with amusement at her awkwardness, and it was a moment before you could pull your eyes from him. As fair as Blaise was dark, sitting across from him was Draco, grinning at you in amusement as well.

“Jal,” she choked out after an awkward pause. Clearing her throat, she spoke again. “It’s Jal.”

“Jal,” he repeated, and you could have sworn you saw her knees tremble a bit. “Care to sit?”

Words failing her, she nodded dumbly and slid into the spot next to him. Gesturing with his own arm, Draco beckoned you to the other side of the table. Walking around it, you smiled sheepishly and slid into the spot next to him.

“Thought we might sit together. How’s your morning?” he asked as he buttered a biscuit.

“Pretty shit, honestly. Forgot my Transfiguration report, so McGonagall took 5 points, then I gave the wrong answer in Ancient Runes, not to mention the bloody staircase changed on the way here, so I got lost for a bit,” you sighed.

“I’ll never understand why they made the sodding staircases change--as if the castle wasn't confusing enough,” he agreed, shaking his head. “Father says it was Rowena Ravenclaw who insisted on it; I thought the Ravenclaws were supposed to be intelligent.”

“Nothing says intelligence like unnecessarily enchanting the staircases in an utterly massive castle to get you lost,” you sighed, filling your plate. He laughed lightly, and you snuck a look at him as he did so; his true smiles were so rare. “Besides, have you seen that one Ravenclaw?”

“Which one?” he asked, grinning.

“The airhead; the one who wears bloody radishes for jewelry,” you laughed.

“The one who follows after Potter and his followers like a bloody puppy dog? Loony?” he asked, looking annoyed as he spoke of Harry.

“Loony?” you laughed.

“You haven’t heard her nickname? I thought everyone had,” he laughed back, lifting his goblet to his lips.

“Evidently not. Nobody tells me anything--that’s incredible, Loony, ha!” you laughed again. Draco smiled at you and seemed to study your face. Feeling slightly uncomfortable at his intense attention, you let your Y/C/H hair curtain over your face.

“So, were you planning on a Hogsmeade trip this weekend? It’s the first of the year,” he asked conversationally.

“Probably. Jal here is a sugar addict; she never misses a Honeydukes trip,” you teased. She scowled darkly at you.

“Blaise keeps a stash of pepper imps underneath his bed; he isn’t the only sugar addict,” Draco said, grinning as well at his friend.

“Careful, Malfoy. I think what you keep hidden under your bed is a bit more interesting,” Blaise said darkly. Obviously, your interest was piqued. Looking at Draco, you found his features paler than normal and started a bit at the intensity in his glare. Nobody glared like a Malfoy glared.

“Touche, Zabini,” he muttered darkly, his smugness leaking back into his face as he noticed you watching. “Fancy a partner?”

“Sorry?” you asked, almost choking on your chip.

“To Hogsmeade? How would you fancy accompanying me?” Draco asked, turning on his charm as he smirked at you. Dazed, you felt your heart rate pick up in your chest.

“Er, yeah. Yes, I, uh, I suppose that would be alright,” you said, trying to sound appeasingly nonchalant. Looking up, you saw Jal smirking and knew you failed.

“Excellent, I’ll meet you in the courtyard after breakfast on Saturday?” he smiled.

“It’s a date,” you smiled back, but then your insides turned ice cold. “Shit, er, didn’t mean it like that. Was just trying to be funny.”

Your face was positively burning hot; it seemed it had leeched all of the blood from your body. Cursing yourself internally, you bit the inside of your cheek and hoped to Godric he’d let it go.

“It’s a date,” he repeated and delivered a swift kiss to your cheek. Shocked, you actually choked on the chip headed down your throat this time. Coughing violently, you were all too aware of the eyes now watching you. Despite all your coughing, your body couldn’t seem to dislodge the piece of food, and breathing was impossible; though, if you were to die right there, you didn’t think you'd mind too much. I mean, here you were actually choking to death because Draco Malfoy had asked you on a date and gave your cheek a kiss.

“Apapneo,” you heard suddenly. Surprised, but cherishing the air now flowing to your lungs, you gave a grateful smile to your savior.

“Try to chew next time, yes?”

To your utter annoyance, Snape was the one who happened to be passing by to get to the staff table at the time of your choking.

“Right, thank you, Professor,” you forced through grit teeth. Without another word, Snape began making his way up once more.

“You are the only Slytherin I’ve ever met that Snape actively dislikes,” Blaise said after a moment.

“You’re telling me!” you sighed exasperatedly. “All because I’m not too good at Potions,”

The three of them gave you a look, and you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, alright. I’m rubbish, I know, thank you,” you said, offering them your favorite finger. And because why wouldn’t you be, you were caught.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” you heard. Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath; it was simply not your day. “Another 5 from Slytherin,” McGonagall quipped.

“I am on a roll today,” you sighed. If you didn’t start finding humor in the events of the day, someone was going to be dead by sunrise.

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years ago

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Not That Kind of Movie

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Summary: “They plan a romantic getaway but everything goes sideways and they end up in a dive motel eating cheap pizza but the water is hot and the mattress isn't the worst and...” (prompt courtesy of @fangirlxwritesx67)

Word Count: 2590

Warnings: Steve feels sorry for himself, Bucky gets sassy, and innuendo abounds, but there’s nothing particularly explicit happening. Zero adherence to any sort of canon timeline. It’s fluffy as hell.

A/N: Blame @katwillrise, who encouraged this nonsense and has been keeping me company in the Stucky hole. Please help us. We cannot get out. Major thanks to @itmighthavebeenintentional, who a) reassured me that this was worth posting and b) came up with the whole pizza thing and let me write it because she is amazing.

“I think—” Bucky starts, but he (wisely) stops when Steve lets out a wordless rage-grunt.

“I got it,” Steve snaps, and seriously considers kicking the motel door in.

He gets five more beeping red lights before Bucky points out that he’s trying to open the wrong door.

Bucky opens the right door on the first try and ushers him through. He hasn’t said “I told you so,” but he is radiating it from every smug pore. He’s been pointedly not saying “I told you so” all damn day, about every damn thing.

“Maybe Mercury’s in retrograde,” Steve mumbles, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sets his bag down on the desk. Then he realizes what he just said and feels himself flush brick-red.

Steve knows, without turning around, that Bucky is smirking. He can picture it way too clearly. Most people have trouble reading Bucky’s brand of deadpan, these days, but he has an array of specific smirks, and they’re all subtly different if you know what you’re looking for. This one, barely-quirked lips and sparkly laughing eyes, translates to you’re an idiot but you’re my idiot. It’s just a hair meaner than the you’re an idiot but I love you variant and its close cousin, I fucking love you, you idiot. Steve knows it well.

This particular smirk has had the same effect on Steve for about a century now: he gets a brief, overwhelming urge to punch Bucky, followed by an equally overwhelming urge to kiss him senseless.

It’s irritating. And after a day’s worth of wildly unfortunate events that could, technically, be described as “Steve’s fault,” he is already irritated enough. He pointedly keeps his back turned and tries some breathing exercises.

“That’s really what you’re going with?” Bucky says, dry and amused. “We’re blaming this on planets?”

Steve sighs. “Clint taught me about astrology last time he got drunk.”

“You do know he’s fucking with you, right?”

“Of course I do,” Steve says, hoping he sounds disdainful. “I’m going to shower off the dried alien goop now.” He makes a dignified retreat to the shower while Bucky laughs.

They were supposed to be at a luxury mountain cabin with a hot tub. Instead, the first day of their anniversary trip has been one long series of unmitigated catastrophes, because somehow, Steve’s tactical skills — which have defeated actual evil Nazi masterminds — do not extend to dates. Or romance in general, really.

Steve has realized, in the last year, that while he is a goddamn national hero and literal superhuman, he is a disaster of a boyfriend. And yeah, sure, “boyfriend” doesn’t seem like the right word, exactly, for everything they are, but they’ve officially been together for a year now, and Steve got it into his head to make an effort.

So, yeah. Catastrophes. And now he’s trying to scrub off dried alien goop in a sputtering coffin-sized shower that was clearly not built with super soldier proportions in mind.

The hot water lasts just long enough for Steve to deem himself clean enough, for certain values of enough, but it doesn’t do much for his mood, which is the sort of sulk that really requires a hot tub. He just wanted to plan something nice, for once. Romantic. He’s always so busy running around being Captain goddamn America that romance usually takes a backseat — admittedly, aliens take the front seat in this metaphor, which is fair, but the point stands.

Bucky is sprawled out on the plasticky motel duvet. He changed into flannel pajama pants and a worn henley, and he is temporarily retired from combat and other violent activities his therapist has deemed unwise, so he isn’t covered in alien goop; in fact, he looks comfortable and somehow totally content. After this kind of day, it doesn’t seem fair that someone should be that kind of attractive.

Bucky stops channel-surfing to give Steve and his very small towel a flirtatious once-over.

“Can you just get it over with?” Steve sighs, looking up at the ugly water-stained ceiling in supplication.

“Hell no. I want to hear you say it.”

“You were right. About taking the time to shower, and bringing our phones, and checking the radiator a week ago, and… all of it. Happy now? Stop laughing at me, I swear to god, I will — oof.”

Steve doesn’t bother to resist, because the way his luck is going, that’d end in broken bones. He winds up on his back, towel-less, with Bucky on top of him, but his weight and his heat and his smile are doing a lot for Steve’s mood.

Then Bucky grins and says, “Told you so, punk.”

Steve scoffs and scowls and rolls them over — more out of principle than any actual desire to fight back — and Bucky lets himself be pinned. The smirk is back, and this time Steve gives in to the urge to kiss him senseless.

By the time he pulls away, Bucky’s mouth is red and his eyes are heavy-lidded, and he’s giving Steve a slow blink and a lazy curl of a smile. It’s just as effective now as it used to be on every girl in Brooklyn.

“You should put on pants,” he says, but the husky tone of his voice is saying the exact opposite, and it takes a second for the words to register.

“Huh?”

“Pizza should be here in five minutes. We’re not in that kinda movie.”

That surprises an actual huff of a laugh from Steve. He slides away and digs around for his sweatpants while Bucky gives a low whistle and ogles shamelessly.

By the time he settles back on the bed, he’s feeling a little sheepish and he’s ready to apologize. Bucky’s got one eyebrow raised ever so slightly, just waiting — the laugh helped, and he knew it would, and now he knows exactly what’s coming. Damn him.

“Sorry,” Steve sighs. “About everything. This is not what I had in mind.”

“Not sure what you mean,” Bucky says glibly. “I can think of worse ways to spend a Friday night.” He wriggles closer, pressing their hips together and giving Steve’s ass a friendly grope.

“Seriously. I’m sorry, this was —”

“When’d you turn into such a princess, huh?” Bucky asks, soft and fond even if the words are teasing.

“Excuse you? I’m not the one with an entire duffel’s worth of hair products.”

“What I mean—” He punctuates the word with a kiss that’s all teeth and promise. “—is that I’ve seen you grin and bear it through some serious shit, Rogers. You didn’t even get this bitchy when we were trekking around the goddamn Western Front. So what’s with the whining?”

Steve doesn’t know where to start. For a second he just looks.

Bucky’s made up of dramatic angles and distinctive shadows, jawline and cheekbones set in a way that Steve’s been trying to capture on paper for as long as he can remember, but up close like this, the sharp delicate lines seem blurred and smoothed-over; all Steve can see is the softness of his mouth and the gentle swoop of his eyelashes. Everything else falls out of focus.

Christ, he’s gone for this jerk.

And that’s the problem, really, because of all the things in his extraordinarily strange life, Bucky has always been the most extraordinary, a living breathing wise-cracking miracle even before they both became world-famous scientific anomalies. He deserves fireworks and epic poems and goddamn parades, and instead — well. This is the sort of motel where you don’t look too closely at the stains on the carpet.

Steve’s spent the better part of a century pining for the guy. You’d think he could manage one romantic weekend getaway.

“Stop that,” Bucky interrupts, before he can spiral any further. “Jesus, stop with the big tragic eyes already. Just shut up and kiss me.”

Steve would protest, but there’s a tongue in his mouth and a hand in his hair, tugging sharp enough to make his hips twitch forward and his rational mind switch off completely. There’s kiss after syrupy-slow, brain-liquefying kiss, and for a moment Steve lets himself get lost in it.

Then they’re interrupted by a knock on the door, and he’s so startled he jerks back and rolls off the bed into a crouch, instincts kicking in before he remembers: pizza. Right.

Bucky is laughing — cackling, more like.

“Wallet’s on the desk,” he says, and stretches extravagantly, unbothered, while Steve fumbles for some money and goes to open the door.

“Your total is—” The guy stops, blinking rapidly up at Steve. “You’re…”

Steve remembers abruptly that he’s shirtless and half-hard, with some major bed head and kiss-swollen lips.

“Sorry, I’m not — this isn’t —” he blurts out. “Um.”

Too late. The guy is already glancing behind him; Steve looks back just in time to catch Bucky’s outrageous wink and sly grin from where he’s lounging on his side like a goddamn pinup.

The delivery guy looks up at Steve again, grinning, and says, “Nice. Get it, Cap.”

“I — what? No!” Steve squawks. “Not what it looks like!”

“Totally what it looks like,” Bucky calls cheerfully.

Steve shoves too much money at the guy. “Keep the change. Thank you!”

He manages to snatch the boxes and slam the door before this can get any more mortifying, and then he sags back against the doorframe and puts a hand over his eyes for a second.

“What happened to not that kind of movie?” he sighs, cheeks burning, before collecting himself and making a mental note to warn Pepper about another impending PR crisis.

They sit on the floor, side by side, leaning back against the mattress. Steve checks the top box and hands it to Bucky at the sight of pineapple.

“That’s yours. Heathen.”

Bucky shrugs, unrepentant, and shoves half a slice of his pineapple abomination into his mouth in one bite. Steve does the same with his perfectly respectable mushroom and sausage piece, and for a few minutes they both just shovel food into their mouths. Steve didn’t realize how hungry he was, but… yeah.

Maybe blood sugar has been a factor in his mood. Huh.

“How’sit?”

“It’s pizza. It’s hot and cheesy, it’s not like it could be bad.”

“Hot and cheesy, huh? Just like one of my other favorite things.”

Steve lets out a long suffering sigh, but it’s hard to be grouchy after demolishing half a pizza.

“You know that guy is gonna tell everyone he’s ever met, right?”

“They won’t believe him.” Bucky counters. “Hey, did you know there’s Captain America porn?”

Steve almost chokes. “Excuse me?”

“There’s a porn parody of everything these days. The guy’s not a bad lookalike, at least in the face area. The dick area—”

“Bucky.”

“I gave them that guy’s name when I paid for the room and ordered the food.”

Steve actually chokes this time. Then he laughs until his stomach hurts.

He can’t stop until he’s breathless and red-faced, wheezing like he still has asthma. He wipes away tears while Bucky sits there and looks quietly pleased with himself.

When the giggles subside he leans over and plants a greasy kiss on the corner of Bucky’s smile. Bucky chases his mouth and nips his lower lip, and for a minute they sit just like that, twisting at an awkward angle to exchange slow scattered kisses.

With hunger out of the way, Steve’s top priority is getting Bucky horizontal again, so he shoves the pizza boxes out of the way and tugs-lifts-tackles him onto the bed.

“Feeling better, I take it,” Bucky says, grinning. “Seriously, everything okay?”

“Sorry,” Steve says sheepishly. “I just — I don’t know. I wanted this weekend to be perfect.”

Bucky’s expression clears, suddenly. “God, you’re such a romantic.”

“I mean, it would’ve been romantic, if everything had gone according to plan.”

“You know I’ll say yes even if it’s not perfect, right?”

All Steve can do is sputter for a solid minute. “You — how did you — how did you figure it out?”

Bucky raises one snarky eyebrow, thumbs stroking Steve’s shoulderblades before he surges up for a quick kiss. Then his lips twitch as he tries to hold back a chuckle.

“You didn’t buy a ring, did you? ‘Cause I hate to break it to you, but… that might be problematic.” He pokes Steve in the side with one metal finger.

“No! I just — I wanted it to be special!”

Bucky rolls his eyes in a way that somehow conveys an entire lifetime of mingled exasperation and affection.

“Pal, I’m part robot and you’re Captain America. Doesn’t get much more special than that.”

“I had a whole speech!”

“Now there’s something you don’t see often: Captain America making a speech.”

“Wow.”

“No, I’m sure it was a good one. Lemme guess, the words ‘til the end of the line’ were involved. Am I right?”

“Wow.”

He’s laughing too hard for it to be considered a real kiss, but he can’t help it.

Steve’s about to pull away when Bucky wraps both arms around him and kisses back, and suddenly there’s nothing playful about it; it’s startlingly slow and deep and urgent, with a hitched inhale and an exhale that comes out shaky.

Steve can’t quite catch his breath either.

“You really thought you had to ask?” Bucky whispers. Neither of them pull away; their noses brush, and they’re breathing the same warm close air.

“Told you, I wanted it to be special. You deserve that.” He expects a sarcastic retort, but Bucky’s serious and silent. “Sometimes I worry… I’ll let you down. After all this time — I don’t want you to get bored. Don’t want you to think I take you for granted.”

“Honestly? The boring stuff is my favorite.”

“You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better, Buck.”

“After everything that’s happened —” His voice has gone rough, and he pauses to lick his lips and take a breath. “Boredom still feels like a luxury. Getting to muddle through the everyday shit together… I love it. Even when you’re being a goddamn diva.”

Steve lets out a wobbly chuckle. “Jerk.”

“We both shoulda died a few times over by now. You know? It all feels special. I’m never gonna get over that.” Bucky bites his lip, and his expression is wide-open and vulnerable, no trace of the usual laughter in his eyes. “So if you want a piece of paper making it official, that’s fine by me. But as far as I’m concerned… it was a done deal a long time ago.”

“Yeah,” Steve manages. “Yeah, okay.”

Then it’s bruising lips and feverish heat, a simmering need that’s so perfect and dizzying that for a few minutes, Steve forgets about the questionable duvet and the sticky wallpaper and absolutely everything else.

They could be anywhere: crappy motel room, Brooklyn tenement, mountain cabin, Army base — Steve’s never been able to focus on their surroundings or anything else for that matter, not when Bucky’s around. This kind of love’s not just blind, it’s blinding.

“You can go through the whole thing anyway, if it makes you feel better,” Bucky interrupts.

“Huh?��

“I know you need to deliver an inspiring speech at least once a week or you get all backed up.”

“I’m starting to think I should take it all back.”

“No, really. I’m sure it would’ve been very eloquent.”

“Shut up and get your clothes off already.”

“Is that an order, Captain?”

“Yes.”

“See? Who needs romance when — oh. Oh, hey, do that again.”

#stucky #stucky fic #mcu #mcu fic #bucky barnes fic #steve rogers fic

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hopeisour4letteredword · 4 years ago

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with friends like these

Summary: Apollo gets his wisdom teeth out, and Clay babysits.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

"Apollo, buddy. Buddy. You gotta lie back down."

Apollo blinks owlishly at Clay, swaying in place in the middle of the kitchen. God, Clay would feel better if he at least had the sense to lean against the counter. "But I want coffee."

"No coffee for you," Clay says, forcing himself to be stern despite the dreading anticipation of the way Apollo's expression falls, comically sad. AJ always looks younger than he is, as a big brave twenty-year-old, but the sad little pout while he's out of his mind on painkillers, cheeks swollen from surgery? He looks like he's twelve. Adorable. Clay feels bad for him, he really does—he got his own wisdom teeth out last year and he remembers how much it sucked—but the little baby pout just makes him want to smile. "You'll wind yourself up something good, sunshine."

"It's not that much caffeine," Apollo tries to say, even as he lets Clay catch him by the arm and pull him, stumbling, out of the kitchenette. "An' it would make me feel more awake."

"You don't need to feel more awake, you need to rest."

"But I've got stuff to do," Apollo says, mournfully. Clay manages to wrangle him back over to the couch and nudge him back down onto the cushions. Apollo makes doe eyes up at him while Clay grabs the nearest blanket to wrap around his shoulders. "I gotta work on my readings—"

"It's winter break, you don't have readings."

"But next semester."

"You don't have any advance readings yet. You checked and told me so before the surgery."

"I have to stay ahead," Apollo says. His eyelids droop. "I gotta be good at my classes so I can be a good lawyer."

"You're gonna be a great lawyer. But you aren't a lawyer yet, and you don't have any classes right now, so just take it easy, okay?"

Apollo opens his eyes again to peer back up at Clay. "My mouth hurts."

"I know. Sorry, buddy. Not time for more painkillers yet. You want me to grab you the ice pack again? Get the rest of your shake?"

Apollo nods, still looking glum. Clay dutifully returns to the kitchen to retrieve an ice pack from the freezer, which he wraps in a kitchen towel, and the rest of Apollo's post-surgery chocolate shake out of the fridge. When he gets back out to the living room, Apollo has toppled over to be horizontal on the couch. Clay puts the necessities down on the coffee table and scoops Apollo's legs up onto the couch so he isn't twisted all funny. The last thing the poor thing needs is unnecessary strain making him uncomfortable. He ruffles Apollo's hair. Apollo leans into the touch. Aww.

"Anything else I can grab you?"

"Can you sit with me? I wanna watch you play games."

"Aw, sure. What do you wanna watch?"

"I dunno. Anything's fine."

"Let's play some Odyssey, then. I'll go grab the Switch."

Apollo brightens, just like Clay thought he would. He always did like playing on Clay's Switch when they were kids. Even for Clay, it's hard not to be transported back to sleepovers, hushed giggles as they tried not to tip Clay's dad off that they were staying up late while they played games under the covers, whenever he picks it back up to replay something. He knows the memories are even more precious to Apollo, who spent so much of his adolescence struggling through foster system bullshit.

"Yeah!"

"Okay, sit tight."

When Clay comes back, Apollo has propped himself up enough to try to drink more of his shake. It dribbles out of his mouth.

"Oh, man. You got a little, uh—"

Apollo looks frustrated. "Did I miss again? I still can't feel my lower lip."

"Yeah, no, it's, um—you're fine, just let me—" Clay grabs a tissue off the box on the coffee table and wipes Apollo's face. "There you go."

"Thanks," Apollo says. He smiles, wobbly but true. "You're the best."

"No problem, sunshine," Clay says, smiling. He moves around the room, getting the Switch hooked up to the port so it will show up on the TV, before he lifts Apollo's upper body out of the way so he can slide onto the couch with him. Apollo's head ends up propped on his thigh. He helps Apollo adjust himself so there's no pressure on his cheeks, and he can easily hold the ice packs in place while seeing the screen. "Here we go."

"Let's-a go," Apollo says, in a terrible Mario impression. Clay barks out a laugh and starts the game.

"Goofball."

They don't get very far into the game before Clay is pretty sure Apollo starts to doze beside him. His breathing evens out and his weight goes limp. That's fine. He's warm and cozy, and Clay likes being someone he feels comfortable enough with to sleep around. If this is helping him feel a little better while he's in pain, Clay's satisfied. It's not like it's a hardship to sit here and play video games and be his pillow.

But the fact that he thinks Apollo's mostly asleep does mean Clay almost gets the shit scared out of him when Apollo says, suddenly, "Clay."

"Jesus!" Clay fumbles a jump and Mario goes plummeting to his doom. Oops.

"Yes, hello, hi. I thought you were napping, buddy. What's up?"

"You know you're my best friend, right?"

"Yeah? Of course."

"You know?" Apollo rolls so he's mostly on his back, looking up at Clay with big, sad doe eyes again. Clay stares back down at him, befuddled. Of course he knows. "Cause I—I know I'm kinda bitchy sometimes—"

"Aw, Apollo—"

"An' I can't help you with your smart science stuff a lot—"

"That's not—"

"An' I get really anxious and you have to babysit me sometimes an' I yell at you for it—"

"Apollo—"

"But you're really important to me and it would suck if you didn't know just 'cause I'm stupid."

"You aren't stupid," Clay says. He ruffles Apollo's hair again. Apollo's eyes slide closed, lips tugging back into the miserable little pout. "I know I'm your best friend. You're plenty nice to me. Just 'cause you're a little prickly when you're stressed doesn't mean you don't make it obvious that you care about people."

Apollo sniffles. Oh, no. Case in point, though.

"And you don't have to worry about not helping me with science stuff," Clay adds. "I know I'm not that helpful with your law stuff, either. You're way better at helping me review than I am at helping you review."

At least that makes Apollo smile a little. "Jus' easier to read formulas off notecards than legal definitions."

"You can say that again." Clay will take astrophysics over civil law any day. "Besides, you're the best hype-man I could hope for. Who else is gonna get me super pumped to go to space even though it scares the piss out of you?"

"It's so high up," Apollo whines, making Clay cackle. He never thinks about fear of heights as an issue with spaceflight until Apollo mentions it. "An' there's the whole vacuum and no air and you're just going in a tin can—"

"Don't talk about my girl Hattie like that, she's perfect."

"An' even Mr. Starbuck is nervous about it."

"And you help Sol get psyched for it too," Clay says. He pats Apollo gently on the shoulder. "Which is exactly what I'm talking about."

Apollo sighs.

"I know we're best friends, sunshine," Clay adds, more gently. "Come on. You think I would agree to live with you if I didn't know you liked me? I bet you could pull some real passive-aggressive roommate pranks if you wanted to."

Apollo huffs out a tiny laugh. "Maybe."

"There we go. We're fine, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Say it with me. We're fine."

"We're fine."

"You're Apollo Justice and you're fine."

"I'm fine!"

"That's my boy." Mario has fallen asleep standing up on-screen. Clay is considering whether or not he should keep playing or encourage Apollo to go take a real nap when Apollo shifts beside him. Clay lifts his arms out of the way on instinct, holding the controller aloft, when Apollo braces himself on shaky arms to turn and crawl the rest of the way over to plop himself down in Clay's lap. "Wh-oa, buddy. Hi there. You want cuddles?"

"Yeah," Apollo mumbles. He drops his head onto Clay's shoulder. Clay carefully shifts his weight and settles down against the back of the couch, letting it take both of their weight. He doesn't think of Apollo as a big guy, because he's not, but geez. A whole adult human does kind of weigh a lot. Good thing Clay's been beefing up for his training. "Are you at the moon yet?"

"Nope. Only at the gardens. It hasn't been that long."

"You're gonna get to the moon someday," Apollo says, with loopy certainty. Clay almost bites down on a grin before he remembers that Apollo can't see him anymore and he can smile as much as he wants, safe from scrutiny. "You're gonna be a kickass astronaut."

"Aw, thanks, bud."

"You're really smart. And good at solving problems."

"Flatterer," Clay says, grin spreading wider. God, he wishes he'd thought to grab his phone and start recording this. Yeah, he does know he's Apollo's best friend and Apollo loves him and all that, but he sure as hell doesn't get this mushy often. It's really cute.

"You deserve it. You're the best friend in the world, Clay," Apollo declares, and promptly passes out on Clay's shoulder.

---

"Anyway," Clay finishes. He knocks back the rest of his mocha. "That's what AJ was like when he got his wisdom teeth out, so like I said. Don't be too embarrassed about it."

Klavier is laughing so hard he's almost crying, a hand slapped over his mouth to muffle the sound of it. Apollo's in the kitchen right now, cooking the three of them brunch. Hopefully the sizzle of frying eggs and sausage covers the sound of Clay's indiscretions out in the living room. Clay's dead meat if it doesn't.

"He never mentioned," Klavier manages to get out, when he finally gets himself under control. "How cute."

"It was pretty great," Clay says, fondly. "But please don't tell him I told you about that. I don't want to die before I make it to the moon, and he will actually kill me for realsies."

"Your secret is safe with me." Klavier props his chin on his hand, grinning. "Has he ever gotten quite so affectionate other times?"

"If he's drunk enough, yeah."

"I'll have to keep it in mind, then."

"S'why I told you," Clay says. He considers the sly, affectionate curl of Klavier's smile for a second before he adds, "But don't bully him too hard afterwards, or you will lose drunk Apollo privileges. Only moderate mortification allowed."

"Would he be taking the privileges away or would you?"

Clay lets his own smile go sharper. He likes Klavier just fine, and he doesn't really believe he'd be that mean to Apollo, but... well, Apollo's Clay's best friend, too. He has obligations if Apollo's boyfriend is an asshole to him. "Fuck around and find out."

"Fair enough, Herr Astronaut," Klavier says. There's a clatter of plates in the kitchen as the sizzling dies down.

"Food's ready!" Apollo hollers. Clay casts Klavier a glance; Klavier mimes zipping his lips, winking. They both push away from the table to wander into the kitchen. Apollo bustles around fixing a plate of food, a pile of hashbrowns and sausage and eggs. Klavier creeps up behind him and puts his hands over Apollo's hips. Apollo startles, almost knocking him away. His cheeks go pink.

"What do you think you're doing? Clay's literally right there."

"Don't mind me," Clay says, cheerfully. He loves having ammunition to give Apollo hell over later.

"I think he already has an inkling that we're dating, Liebling," Klavier murmurs. He leans down to kiss the top of Apollo's head. Apollo gently elbows him in the gut, pushing Klavier away as his cheeks go even redder.

"Yeah, and he's already insufferable enough about it without you hanging off me in front of him. Come on, back off."

Klavier obligingly steps back. He and Clay begin to fix their own plates. Hovering nearby, Apollo asks, suspiciously, "What were you two gossiping about out there, anyway?"

"Oh, nothing," Clay says. He smiles sweetly when Apollo narrows his eyes at him. "By the way, AJ?"

"What?"

"You're the best friend in the world."

#klapollo #clay terran #apollo justice #klavier gavin #ace attorney #not art #long post

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xofanfics · 4 years ago

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String - Part VII

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader x Sehun

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ.

You took extra care with your outfit tonight. Not that you wouldn’t take extra care anyway, being that you were going on a date. Conveniently, you’d see Baekhyun too.

You ended up pushing your date with Sehun back to nine instead of seven. He didn’t seem to have an issue with it, thankfully. He said, “Go support your friends. The jazz bar isn’t going anywhere.”

“Thanks for understanding,” you said. “He asked me to come at the last minute.”

“It’ll be fun. Just save a little bit of energy for me,” he said, chuckling.

“What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Why do I need energy?”

“So you don’t fall asleep mid drink, you little perv.”

The two of you burst into laughter. For someone who wasn’t actively trying to have sex with you, he did enjoy making dirty jokes. You didn’t mind. It reminded you of the stupid, slick comments Baekhyun used to make when you’d wear short skirts. He’d whisper, “Are you going to let me eat you out later? I think my head fits perfectly between your legs,” while your friends weren’t paying attention. You smiled at the distant memory but then you shook it off, bringing yourself back to a Baekhyun-less reality.

You felt bad pursuing Sehun when you still sort of had these unresolved feelings for Baekhyun but you needed to move on. It wasn’t that you were using Sehun. You actually liked him a lot and you could see this going somewhere. He was a good guy and, to be honest, it seemed like you had more in common with him than with Baekhyun. But still, for reasons you had yet to discover, it felt like your heart would burst out of your chest and jump on Baekhyun if it could.

You looked in the mirror. You were wearing a long sleeved maroon colored dress, a few inches above your knees. It was long enough to cover your butt and short enough to show off your legs. The dress hung off both of your shoulders, showing off some skin. You wore a pair of stud earrings and a simple necklace that wasn’t too dressy. Your date was at a jazz bar and you figured you’d dress up a bit. You admitted to yourself that you had a double agenda, hoping that Baekhyun noticed you and even more so, delusionally hoping that he’d want you back.

You slid on your black booties and put your bag over your shoulder. You checked for your phone, keys, and wallet before heading out of the door. Excitement ran through you and so did anxiety. Tonight could go very good, very badly, or very neutrally. Could you handle it?

People were piling into the auditorium as you arrived a bit later than expected. Sadie and Evie told you they’d saved you a seat and were waiting for you somewhere on the right side. You’d find them eventually. Since the lights were still on, you found your friends easily. You squeezed past other people, making your way to the middle of the row.

“Hey guys,” you said, plopping down next to Daren.

“Well, well, well,” said Daren. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

You smiled, giving him a quick hug before sitting down. You waved to Sadie and Evie on the other side of him. “I’m sorry I’ve been MIA…”

“Yeah and, uh, I…”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to feel bad for me or anything. I’m fine.”

Relief washed over your friend and the lights dimmed. The host went onto the stage, taking the microphone in his hands. “Hey, hey, hey! I know we’re all super excited to be here this evening. I’m your host Kalled…”

You started tuning him out, thinking again of how the night would go. Would you be able to speak if Baekhyun stood in front of you? What kinds of things would you say? Part of you wanted to be mean, to hurt his feelings like he did to you. But the other part wasn’t sure.

“The first group to compete in the Battle of the Orgs: Dance Edition is…”

To be honest, you weren’t quite paying attention. You knew that KSA was going last and you had no interest in the Bollywood dancing or the Chinese fan dance or the hip-hop or the ballet. You even found yourself dozing off. Daren nudged you as the host announced the group you actually cared about.

You rubbed sleep from your eyes as the first song came on: Under Cover by A.C.E. You watched the group’s sharp movements and, if you didn’t know them, you’d think that they might be professionals. Baekhyun liked to dance but you had no idea that he could pull this off. You watched the way his body moved in his black shirt and joggers. You watched as his body twisted and turned. He looked concentrated and, knowing the person Baekhyun was, you knew that he could be a bit of a perfectionist when it came to things like this.

You sighed to yourself as they started performing Sha La La by Pentagon. You wondered what this girlfriend of his was like and if she was here. Did she get him flowers or something to congratulate him on his performance? Was she here right now, in this crowd? You didn’t know anything about this girl so far and that was part of what killed you. And you supposed it was better off not knowing because then you’d find yourself comparing and contrasting.

Before you knew it, they performed Regular by NCT 127 and their performance was over. As the crowd roared and people put in their votes, you tuned it all out. All you could think about was Baekhyun. Why did this have to be so hard? Why was it so hard to move on when Baekhyun already let you know that you weren’t the person he wanted? Shouldn’t it be easy? Shouldn’t you think, “Fuck him!” Why was it that your heart still clinging onto those feelings?

As predicted, KSA’s dance team won the competition and the crowd roared again. Your friends jumped up and down next to you, yelling and shouting for your friends. You clapped but you didn’t jump. Right about now, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel excited. You didn’t want to feel like this but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to leave. You didn’t want to face Baekhyun but you also knew that you couldn’t hide from him forever. Eventually, you’d cross paths again and you’d have to act like a reasonable adult.

The auditorium started to empty out and you led the way out into the hallway. You excused yourself to the bathroom so that you could gain your bearings. You went to the bathroom and washed your hands. You turned the water off and dried your hands. You took a deep breath, looking in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look as distressed as you felt. For now, you could pull it off. Chill out, Y/N, you told yourself as you walked out of the bathroom and back into the hallway where you left your friends.

Before you could even search for them yourself, you found them standing with a man whose face you knew all too well. You knew it wasn’t their fault that Baekhyun was there because it was no one’s job to protect your feelings. After all, they were still friends with Baekhyun even if your relationship with him was up in the air.

You took a deep breath, as you’d been spotted not only by Baekhyun but by Drew. It was too late to run in the opposite direction so you did your best and made your way over to your friends.

“Y/N, hey,” said Evie, attempting to break the ice that had formed between you and Baekhyun. You stood a safe distance away from Baekhyun, choosing to stand next to Sadie instead of next to Daren which would bring you dangerously close to Baekhyun.

“Hey guys,” you said, as a general greeting just so that Baekhyun didn’t assume you were speaking to him directly. You could feel his eyes on you like glue. “The performance was really good. Good job…”

“Thanks,” said Drew and Baekhyun at the same time.

Baekhyun let out a nervous laugh before Evie cleared her throat. “So, is anyone up for a party tonight?”

“I’m down,” said Baekhyun.

Drew looked at Daren. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

“Whose party?”

“One of the girls was saying that there’s an Airbnb party tonight. Whoever’s throwing the party must be rich. I heard his dad is a diplomat from Ethiopia. It’s some place that’s not too far. A little further uptown. I followed her on Instagram. She posted the address on her story,” Evie explained.

“Y/N, are you coming?”

You shook your head. “I actually have plans tonight.”

Sadie said, “Just bring him with you!”

Before you could say anything else, someone crashed into Baekhyun and wrapped their arms around him. She said, “You did amazing, babe.”

Baekhyun smiled back at her. “Thank you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead, just like he used to do to you.

There she was, in all her fucking glory. Miss Kira had blessed you with her presence after all this time. Not only did you have to have a run-in with Baekhyun but with his new girlfriend, too. This was the cherry on top of all of your problems. Kira looked up and greeted the rest of your friends. She said, “I’m Kira. I don’t think we’ve met.”

Baekhyun said, “Kira, Y/N. Y/N, this is my girlfriend Kira.”

If everyone was being honest, you’d admit that you wanted to punch her in her pretty face. You’d admit that you wanted to pull her stupid long, bone straight hair. You’d admit that you wanted to rip her jacket in two. But you didn’t admit any of those things. And you definitely weren’t being honest.

She smiled at you as she reached out her hand. Mustering the fakest smile you could, you smiled back and shook the bitch’s hand. You felt bad referring to her as a bitch, even in your thoughts. But it’s what your brain did automatically. When you thought of the name Kira, you couldn’t help but think of the word bitch to go along with it.

Kira the bitch.

Bitchy ass Kira.

The bitch-who-stole-Baekhyun Kira.

What sucked for you is that she didn’t seem like the type of girl to be a bitch. Hating her would be a lot easier if she had her nose up in the air as if she was better than you or if she was acting standoffish. But meeting her face to face tonight, she seemed excited to meet you, another one of Baekhyun’s friends.

“Nice to meet you,” you said even though you didn’t mean it.

You cleared your throat and turned to Sadie. “I’ll ask him. He just said he’s outside.”

You weaved in and out of clusters of students, the post-performance buzz had spilled out onto the sidewalks. You heard the chatter of your classmates, with most of them trying to figure out plans for the night. Just like you, you had no idea what the plan was for tonight. You didn’t even know if Sehun would agree. Your mind was pretty much a jumble after dealing with seeing Baekhyun and meeting Kira for the first time ever.

You found Sehun standing across the street, on the corner. You jogged across the street once the road was clear to cross. He smiled upon your arrival and pulled you into a quick hug. “Wow. You look good.”

You smiled as you pulled away from his hug. “Thanks.”

“Are you ready to head out?”

“I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to this party instead,” you said.

“What kind of party?”

“There’s just this rich kid who rented out an airbnb a little further uptown. A lot of people are trying to go.” You cleared your throat. “My friends asked if I wanted to go and said that I should bring you. But don’t feel pressured to go. We already made plans but I just wanted—”

“Let’s go,” he said, much to your surprise.

“Really?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I haven’t been to a college party in a couple years. I’m down to relive college for a night.”

“Are you sure?”

“As long as I get to hang out with you, I’m happy.”

You smiled. “Thanks. Plus, I think my friends kinda wanna meet you.”

He returned your smile. “I’m great with friends.”

You liked this about Sehun too. Even though he seemed more reserved, he was still very open and friendly. You had no doubts that your friends would like him. Hell, you figured Drew and Daren would probably like him, too. Sehun was the ideal man and you knew that. You just wished that your heart would keep that in mind, too. You were trying to forget about Baekhyun but your heart was holding you back. You had to push him out to make room for Sehun, because you deserved better.

Your friends spotted you before you spotted them. Sehun looked past you and nodded behind you. “Are these your friends?”

You turned around and found Sadie and Evie walking toward you. “Heeeeeeyyy,” sang Evie. “There you are.” Sadie wrapped her arm around your shoulder as your face turned a little red with embarrassment.

With a sigh, you said, “Well looks like they found us. These are my friends Evie and Sadie.”

They shook hands with him and Sehun said, “My name’s Sehun.”

“So you’re the guy that’s been stealing our friend away the past couple weekends,” said Sadie.

“Nice to meet you,” said Evie.

Sehun said, “So I heard there’s a party?”

“Yeah,” Evie answered. “You’re coming right? I figured we should pregame or something.”

“My place isn’t too far. We could go there. I have a couple bottles of something or another,” Sehun said.

And that was that. The four of you headed to Sehun’s house in Chelsea. To be honest, you’d never been there. You had no idea what his house looked like. And to be honest another time, you realized that you assumed that he lived in Brooklyn like you. But tonight was full of surprises, clearly.

The four of you walked into a luxury building that was a thousand times better than the third floor walk up you lived in. As you walked into the lobby, the concierge said, “Good evening.” Sehun nodded and led you and your friends toward the elevators. The gray floors were so shiny that you could almost see yourself in them. You gawked at the grand chandelier hanging above you as you waited for the elevator.

As the elevator arrived, Sehun held his arm out and let you and your friends on first. Evie whispered in your ear, “What a gentleman...”

You smiled to yourself as the four of you got out on the nineteenth floor. Sehun led you down a long hallway, ending up at the end of the hallway. He took out his key and let everyone inside. He flipped the light switch and put his keys down on the kitchen counter.

“Make yourselves at home,” he said. “I’m gonna see what we have. My roommate had some leftover bottles from a get together we had a couple weeks ago.”

You nodded and sat on the couch, sandwiched between your friends. You watched as Sehun rummaged through the mahogany kitchen cabinets. He looked so concentrated and you couldn’t help but notice how he raised his eyebrow at the bottle holding the brown liquid in question. He held up two half full, half empty bottles. One was clear and one was dark.

Sauntering into the living room, Sehun held up the two bottles. “Light or dark?”

“Light,” the three of you said.

“You’re scared of dark liquor huh?”

“It always gives me a hangover,” said Evie.

Sadie nodded in agreement. “Do you have some juice or something to chase it with?”

Sehun started walking back toward the kitchen. He opened the fridge. “Yeah. Looks like there’s some orange juice and if you guys want something different, I have some of that shitty lemonade mix. And there’s Sprite.”

“Vodka lemonade sounds good,” you said. “We can top it with sprite.”

Evie nudged you. “Go help him!”

You laughed and got up, heading into the kitchen to join him. “Need some help?”

He looked up, smiling. “I could always use some help. Apparently I’m a little heavy handed with adding sugar...” You started helping Sehun, grabbing measuring cups and the sugar jar as he washed the pitcher.

He got four glasses and started pouring a little vodka in each. “How about a shot to get started?”

You were tipsy. Not too drunk but not too sober either. The drinks you and Sehun made were pretty good. There wasn’t much sprite left in the bottle so the four of you had to make it stretch a bit. And Sehun was right about being heavy handed because the first batch of lemonade ended up being sugar water rather than lemonade. Luckily, you had salvaged it, dumping some of the water in the sink and adding more water.

Sehun got more and more outgoing as the night went on. He told your friends about the night you met and how you stood out to him and how he felt like he had to talk to you. When you disappeared for a moment into the bathroom, you heard him say that he was starting to like you. This made you smile. It felt good to be wanted. It felt good to not have to question a man’s feelings for you.

To be honest, you liked him too. You enjoyed his company and he made you feel like the only girl in the world. When he spoke to you, he only saw you. You could tell that he’d invested a lot in you so far. You didn’t have to wonder if he was entertaining other women. He told you that he wasn’t like that and you could tell that he was being genuine. Sehun was the most genuine guy that you’d met in a long time. He wasn’t about bullshit and pulling you around on a string for weeks, months, and so on only to drop you at the last minute. For the first time in a long time, you saw a clear path in front of you. There were no bumps or obstacles standing in your way. It was a straight shot.

When you came back in the living room, Sehun had turned some music on and he started singing “Diamonds” by Rihanna. You and your friends joined in on the song and started singing and dancing around the couch and coffee table, clutching your vodka soda lemonade drinks in your hands. It was going to be a good night, you thought.

Before you knew it, it was about to hit ten o’clock. Evie let everyone know that people were starting to head to the party. As you left Sehun’s apartment, Sadie added that Baekhyun was most likely coming too. But, at this moment, you didn’t care. You felt much better going to this party if Sehun was at your side. You felt better, more confident, with Sehun on your arm. This was a great way to show Baekhyun that you’d moved on after all. You didn’t need him anymore and, to be honest, you were through. Why were you even thinking of Baekhyun and all the bullshit you’d been through when you were walking next to a man that made you question nothing? When you were walking next to a man who openly admitted to liking you? He hadn’t told you directly and you knew that he probably had no idea if you heard what he said in the first place. Hell, he might even admit it to you if you just asked. Either way, you were in a much better place now. You were no longer hanging onto some string, with Baekhyun pulling you in all sorts of directions. You were free, free to let go of that fucking string and go after what you wanted.

Baekhyun knew he had no right to feel hurt but he did. For some reason, he felt hurt that you’d possibly moved on. He knew that it was stupid and that none of it really made much sense but it was how he felt. Baekhyun had moved on. Hell, it seemed like you had moved on, too.

Even with this beautiful girl standing in front of him, he felt jealous. Even though you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours, he still felt some type of way. He was so torn and confused by these feelings, so he started toward the kitchen for a drink. He needed something that would push his feelings to the back of his mind. Kira had walked off with a friend to fix her makeup in the bathroom, so he felt less guilty about leaving her on her own.

As he walked into the kitchen, he spotted Drew taking a shot with a bunch of other guys he’d never met before. Drew slammed down his plastic shot glass and looked up at his friend. “Baek, take a shot with us!”

He shrugged and figured why not? He grabbed the shot his friend had poured and downed it quickly. “Can I vent?”

Drew nodded, “Let’s go to the balcony.”

Baekhyun weaved in and out of the clusters of people scattered across the living room, his friend following behind him. He slid open the door, relieved that the balcony wasn’t crowded. There was a couple smoking a cigarette together on the other side. He sat down on one of the patio chairs and Drew sat across from him.

“What’s up?” Drew said.

Baekhyun sighed. “It’s Y/N...”

“What about her?” he asked. “Was it weird seeing her tonight?”

“Well, it was...but did you see the way she purposely didn’t stand near me? It’s like she doesn’t even wanna breathe my air. She barely acknowledged my presence. And that fucking sarcastic smile when Kira said hi to her? I bet she didn’t even listen to my voicemail either. And she’s already seeing someone new?”

Drew was perplexed by this situation between you and Baekhyun. This wasn’t the first time he went on a rant about you and how you weren’t answering any of his messages or when he pressed him for updates about you. He was always wondering what you were doing and why you weren’t answering and why things couldn’t be the way they used to be.

Drew said, “I mean, you fucked her over. Did you expect her to just...forgive you?”

Baekhyun pouted. “Well, no but—”

“Think about it: She liked you a lot. And, I mean, I thought you did too…”

“I did, but—”

“Did or do? I know we’ve both been drinking and you’re probably in your feelings but you have to admit, you’re acting kinda crazy right now.”

“How am I acting crazy?”

“You started dating Kira! Can you blame Y/N for moving on? You’re saying you liked her, in past tense, but it sounds like maybe you still do.” Drew cleared his throat. “Look, what’s your problem exactly? Are you upset because she won’t forgive you or are you upset because you’re jealous that she’s moving on?”

Baekhyun was annoyed. He had come to Drew to vent and here he was psychoanalyzing him. Was Drew his friend or his goddamn therapist?

Baekhyun let out a sigh, pushing those negative thoughts about his friend away. He knew Drew was right and that he was just trying to help him out. In a way, it was as if his friend knew him better that he knew himself. Drew was only giving him some things to think about.

What was he even doing? Why was he obsessing over what you were doing when you’d clearly made up your mind that the two of you were no longer even friends? He, apparently, needed to move on, too. If he wanted a relationship with Kira, he needed to think less about you and more about her. Otherwise, it might go up in flames and blow up in Baekhyun’s face.

“You’re right,” Baekhyun said, rolling his eyes. “I know you’re right.”

Drew said, “I’m not saying to break up with Kira and go to Y/N or the other way around but I think you need to take a step back to figure out what it is you want.” He threw his arm around Baekhyun. “Look, let’s just enjoy the party tonight and think about this complicated stuff later, okay?”

Baekhyun nodded. “Yeah. Deal.”

As soon Baekhyun closed the balcony door behind him and turned back toward the party, he saw you walk in, in all your glory. The worst part of it all was that you had your arms wrapped around some douchebag in a bomber jacket. Actually, he lied. The worst part of it all was the fact that not only did you have your arms wrapped around that douchebag’s arm, but that you were smiling harder than he’d seen you smile, like you were having the time of your life.

The way his heart dropped and the way his blood began to simmer in his veins, he knew what Drew said was right.

This was going to be a rough night.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

“max and her crazy level of bitchiness”

CHAPTER SIX

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

NOTE: hellooo👀 I made a playlist and a pinterest board for this series a long time ago and I’d like to share it with you guys! let me know if you’re interested and if you want me to tag you when I post it! :)

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

Max loved the sound of the waves hitting the water. The way the sun would touch her skin and the wind blowing her face. But what she loved the most was when her friends where on time... wich never happened because Sam was the messiest person she ever met, and she had a little brother who would hide dirty underwear under his bed. Sam would always lose track of time and show up twenty minutes late, even if her best friend had told her to not be late because the waves were perfect on that time in the morning.

Max had a little break between work and having to go home and make lunch for Cody, so she would always catch some waves with her best friend. She was sitting down playing with the sand with her feet, while her board was next to her. That’s when she saw her blonde friend running towards her and waving with the hand that was not holding her surf board.

“Before you say anything, I love you and you’re the best friend I could ever ask for.” Sam said catching her breath. “And I’m sorry.”

“You should be! I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour.” Max said trying to be angry at her best friend, but she knew she could never be. “Where were you?”

“Hanging out.” She said quickly.

“Hanging out?” Max asked confused. “With who?”

“Are you seriously playing the jealous girlfriend right now?” Sam said before letting out a little laugh.

“Hell yeah I am, now tell me, with who are you cheating me with?” Max crossed her arms around her chest waiting for the answer.

“I was with Kie.” She said calmly and Max opened her mouth surprised.

“You’re cheating on me with Kie?!”

“What?!” Sam looked around when a couple of old people started to stare. “I’m not cheating.”

“Did you had fun with her?” Max at this point was joking around by playing the jealous girlfriend, she had to do something to her friend since she made her wait. “Does she gave you those little chocolates that you really like, huh? Does she know how much you like to talk at 1 am in the morning?” Sam rolled her eyes and was trying to not get much attention from the people on the beach but Max didn’t care, she was really enjoying it. She gasped really loudly that gained the looks of even more people. “Have you called her and not me?! You traitor!” Max touched her chest like it hurted and closed her eyes.

“Stop it!” Sam yelled. “Alright I’m sorry I didn’t call you to let you know I was going to be late, but please, stop with this games, people are staring.”

Max looked around to see that Sam was right, there was at least ten people staring at them both. “Show’s over! Go to catch some drama somewhere else.” She shoosh everyone with her hand and the people slowly started to spread around. “I’m not mad you idiot. You should’ve called, but I’m glad you are hanging out with Kie. She’s cool, but don’t you dare replace me with her-”

“Don’t worry about it, this is nothing like that.” Sam cut Max off.

“What do you mean?” Max asked confused.

“Uuuh, nothing.” Sam said quickly. “Let’s catch this waves!” She started to run towards the surface leaving Max with a bunch of questions on her mind.

“Why are we doing this again?” Max asked JJ while they were waiting on a dock Max never saw before.

“We have to pick up the kegger for tonight, John B’s orders.” JJ saluted Max jokingly and she just sighed. She didn’t want to be there, specially when the sun was hitting her skin and making her sweat like a pig. “The guy should be here any minute now.” He said and Max started to look around. But when a familiar boy appeared on her sight, her mouth went slightly open for the surprise and she quickly turned around.

“Fuck. What is he doing here?” She said frustrated and JJ turned to her confused.

“What?”

“My... ex-boyfriend is here.” Max said trying to hide her face and not be seen by the boy she hated the most, Johnathan Scott.

“Who is he?” JJ said as soon as the word ‘boyfriend’ came out of her mouth. He quickly turned his head towards the group of people he had in front of him walking around and started to look around like he would be able to know who Max’s ex-boyfriend was.

“Doesn’t matter. Is this guy going to take any longer?” Max asked crossing her arms around her chest.

“I-I don’t know.” JJ shook his head. He was still looking around, something clicked inside of him by the idea of Max having an ex-boyfriend. “He should be here soo- Is he the one?” JJ pointed at a blonde guy that had glasses on.

Max turned around and she shook her head. “No.” JJ deep down wanted it to be that guy, because it weirdly looked like him. He thought that it was unintentional, but he knew what he was thinking and he couldn’t help it. “It’s him.” JJ quickly looked to where Max’s finger was pointing and he slowly nodded when his eyes found the mysterious ex-boyfriend.

Max let out a little sigh when she looked at Johnathan again. He was talking to some guys she had never seen before. He had his dark hair that she used to love so much, she would always say that he looked like young Leonardo DiCaprio with that haircut, and with that busting his stupid ego. His huge arm tattoo that made Max bit her lip everytime she would see him without a shirt, and his dark jeans with his white shirt. He had the perfect ‘bad boy’ look Max loved almost two years ago, he would easily have every single girl behind him, with that stupid smile and freckles, those green eyes and confidence, every girl loved him and they were extremely jealous of Max, but she was too blind to see it all, he was a work of art with an ugly heart. And Max soon find that out in the worst way possible.

“JJ?” A guy said next to Max and they both turned to him. “Here’s the kegger, man.”

“Finally!” Kie said when she saw Max and JJ get out of John B’s van with the kegger. “Where have you two been?”

“The guy showed up late.” JJ said and Max nodded before Kie started to talk about some thing with JJ, but Max wasn’t listening, she was too focus looking for her best friend.

“Max!” She heard Sam called her name and she smiled to herself. It was like they were connected and when they needed each other, the other one knew it. “You’ll never guess who I saw at beach today.”

“Johnathan?” Max said and Sam furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“Wow, you’re really good at this game.”

“No, I saw him when we picked the kegger.”

She shook her head disgusted and they both walked inside The Chateau. “Why did he came back?” She asked and Max shrugged her shoulders.

“Who came back?” Pope asked and Max noticed everyone was inside the living room.

“Max’s ex.” JJ said and everyone turned to him.

“You have an ex?” Kie asked. “You never told me.”

“Yeah, well... there’s not a lot of good things to say about him.” Max said and just shrugged her shoulders. She looked around and noticed everyone was confused and wanting to know more, but she added quickly. “Who’s ready for the kegger tonight?” She said with a big smile and everyone went back to what they were doing, but with a lot of questions on their minds.

Max was enjoying the loud music with a red solo cup on one hand, while holding Sam’s hand with the other one while dancing. The night was the perfect one for a party and Max couldn’t feel better, she noticed her drink was empty so she let go of Sam’s hand and walked to where the kegger was.

“A refill for the pretty lady?” JJ said once he saw Max in front of him.

“Are you drunk?” She asked pretending to be concerned.

“Why? I can’t call you pretty lady now? You don’t like princess, pretty lady, how am I going to call you?”

“How about... Max?” She said like it was the discovery of the mouth and JJ gave her a face laugh.

“You’re too funny.” He said and Max nodded.

“I know.” She handed JJ her red solo cup with a smile wich he took with a smirk.

“I love parties!” Sam appeared next to Max and let her arm go around her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’m the one that’s drunk tonight.” JJ said with a smile while looking at Sam. Max took her cup from JJ’s hand and the three of them walked to where the rest of the Pogues were.

Sarah was sitting on top of John B’s lap while Pope and Kie were talking about something. Sam sat down next to Kie and she let her head rest of Kie’s shoulders. Max let out a little smile but then furrowed her eyebrows confused. The question ‘what are this two up to?’ appeared on her mind, but when she looked up and her ex-boyfriend walked inside the beach, all those thoughts went away and she rolled her eyes once she sat down between JJ and Pope.

“What’s up?” Pope asked and Max just shrugged her shoulders.

“My ex is here... Fuck! This was a nice party.” She complained.

“What is the deal with this guy?” John B asked while looking around for Max’s ex.

She noticed and then pointed at Johnathan, who was talking to a couple of girls with his friends. “I dated him for almost a year, and... well, I found out he was cheating on me. With multiple girls... at the same time.”

“Uh, that escalated quickly.” Sarah said.

“What an asshole.” That was all JJ could say. All he wanted to do right on that moment was walk to him and punch him on the throat. His jaw was clenched while looking his way.

“Please, tell me you did something to him. You know, the Max way.” Kie said and Pope nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t usually approve the whole revenge thing, but he totally deserves it.” He said. Max was about to talk but Sam talked for her.

“She couldn’t. Remember how you spent an entire week on your bed? And when she was alright, he moved to the main land leaving his family behind.” Her drunk friend said and Max slowly nodded, trying to not kill Sam for her words.

“Thank you... for that, Sam.” She slowly said.

“Well, is never too late.” JJ said and Max turned to him but he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking to the sand while playing with some tiny rock he had on his hand.

“Nah, it’s not worth it. Fuck him. Besides, I’m on my own thing right now and as long as he stays away from me, we’re fine.” Max said but when she took a sip from her beer, a familiar voice spoke behind her.

“Max!”

“It’s like the universe heard what I just said and it responded with, ‘hey... fuck you’.” She said softly so Johnathan couldn’t hear her. Pope and JJ who were next to her, heard her and let out little laughs. She turned around after getting up and a huge fake smile appeared on her face. “Johnathan!”

“How have you been?” He said with the biggest and most confident smile ever. He walked closer to hug her and she awkwardly pat his back.

“I’ve been doing great.” She said dryly with the huge fake smile still on her face.

“You look good.” He said and Max bit her lower lip, trying to not yell at him to go fuck himself, she wasn’t up for the confrontation this night.

“Thaaanks.” She said. She didn’t noticed that the Pogues got up from where they were and walked behind Johnathan. Sam was pretending to punch him while Kie was laughing. Max was trying to let out a loud laugh. “Why-Why are you back?”

“Decided to visit some old friends and family, to be honest, missed the parties too, they don’t have them like this in the main land.” He said. “The pretty girls are here.” He looked Max up and down expecting for her to fall for him, but all she wanted to do was punch him on the face.

“Yeah, well, the pretty girls are over there so I don’t know what the fuck are you doing here.” She quickly said while pointing at the other side of the beach.

“You know, sometimes I think about us.” As soon as those words a loud laugh came out of her mouth. “Good times.”

“Good times?” She asked before letting another loud laugh. “Sure! Good times, before I found out you were cheating on me with multiple girls, the same night we said ‘I love you’ for the first time, sure! Good times.” She let out the biggest fake smile and then patted his arm, before starting to walk away.

“You know, you don’t have to play the victim.” He said and Max never turned her body as quickly as that time.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Max heard Sam said with Kie grabbed her arm once she started to walk towards Johnathan.

“Maybe you should control your drunk friend.” Johnathan said.

“Oh, she’s not the friend she should stop.” JJ was now in front of Max and he was starting to get angry. Max grabbed his arm and pulled him back. This was not his fight, it was hers, and she wanted him to know.

“Why don’t you just go because you know how things can get around her.” Max said at Johnathan, but he just let out a smile.

“I missed this about you.” He said and Max rolled her eyes.

“And I didn’t even missed your tiny dick so why don’t you just walk away, huh?” She said. Pope and John B opened their mouth surprised. JJ let out a tiny laugh while the girls where high fiving each other.

“Go to hell.” He said with an arrogant smile.

“Baby, I dated you, I already been to hell.” Max said without hesitation. “Let’s go.” She said to JJ, who was very close to her. She grabbed his arm making him turn around, they were all ready to leave the boy behind, but he spoke again.

“I guess that didn’t change about you, running away from your problems and never taking responsibility for them.” He said and Max stopped walking. Her heart dropped to her stomach and she could felt her anger growing inside her.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Sam said turning around.

“What does he mean?” Max heard JJ ask.

She grabbed her friend by the arm and stopped her. “You know what.” Max got closer to Johnathan and a then looked down. “You have something on your foot.” She said with a smile and pointing at them.

“What?” As soon as he looked down, she quickly walked closer to him and her foot with her thick boot was already going to his bare foot. He screamed in pain, Sarah covered her mouth surprised while Sam was, again, high fiving Kie. The boys let out loud and surprise laughs.

“Pain!” Max yelled to him which made a lot of eyes go to her, but she didn’t care, she was already walking away from the beach.

She was quickly walking followed by her friends. “That was badass!” Sarah said with a huge smile.

“That’s my best friend!” Sam let her arm go around Kie’s arm while Pope and John B were making fun of Johnathan’s high peak scream.

JJ was absolutely surprised at Max’s actions. A proudness feeling was growing inside of him and he was finally understanding that Max Belinsky, could definitely take care of herself.

“Max!” JJ said getting closer to her. She quickly turned around and she saw his big proud smile. “That was fucking awesome, dude.”

“I know you’re going to say yes.” She said pointing at him with heavy breathing.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Alright!” The alter ego of Max that loved the rush and would often get her in trouble woke up right on that moment. She caught the attention of the rest of the Pogues and everyone turned to her. “Who’s up for the famous ‘Max Way’ right now?” She said and a huge smile on Sam appeared on her face.

“She’s back.”

“Because that, right there,” she pointed back at the beach “was only level two of my bitchiness.” She said. “The real bitch is coming tonight.”

“That was only level two?!” Pope asked shook.

JJ let out the biggest smile. “I like this girl.” She pointed at Max and turned his head to his friends.

“I don’t know what is this, but I like it.” John B said with an approval nod.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this.” Sarah said after letting out a big breath when she felt her heart beating faster and her nerves going up.

“Should I be worried?” Pope asked concerned while Sam walked passed next him.

“Yep.” She said and everyone started to follow Max.

“Did you take the picture?” Max asked to Kie. She nodded and then handed her the phone. “Well, here folks, we have another ‘excuse’ if the police investigate us, people saw us at the party, we have this picture with the perfect time.”

“It’s like I’m watching how to get away with murderer.” Pope said shooked at Max’s words.

“Now what?” Sarah asked.

“Well...” Max said. “What’s the thing that boys appreciate the most?”

“Their dick?” Kie asked disgusted.

“Yeah. But I can’t cut his dick off-”

“That you know of.” Sam said and everyone turned to her surprised. Max just let out a little laugh and continued.

“Well, what’s the second thing some guys love the most...? Their cars. Jonathan left his old car at his parents once he left. It’s still there...”

“I love where this is going.” JJ said with a smile.

“Tell us what to do.” Sarah said excited and John B turned his head to her.

“Should I be worried that you’re so excited about this?” He asked but Sarah just left his side and walked closer to Max.

The day was beautiful. There were no clouds and the sun was the main character that morning. Max felt her skin slightly burn while she was walking to the dock Pope said everyone to meet the night before. She had a smile on her face and when she saw her friends getting the HSM Pogue ready, her smile went even bigger.

“Top of the morning to ya’” JJ said while he watched Max her closer to them.

“Mornin’” Kie said with a smile to Max and she winked at her.

“I’m so ready to be out on the water.” Pope said excited. “I’ve worked non stop this week.”

“The Pogue life, my friend.” Max patted Pope’s shoulder.

Once everything was ready and the Pogues were inside the HSM Pogue, John B got the boat started and he slowly moved away from the dock. Max grabbed a beer and sat down next to Sam, she let her arm go around her friend’s shoulder and they both smiled to each other remembering the night before.

“Hey! Belinsky!” Max heard on dock with a megaphone. She furrowed her eyebrows confused and turned around to find Officer Presley next to Johnathan on the end of the dock. She tried to hold on a laughter when she saw how mad her ex-boyfriend was.

“What?!” She yelled so Presley could hear her. JJ got up and stood there next to her.

“Tell the fucking truth about my car!” Johnathan yell and Max looked at JJ pretending to be confused.

“What?! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Max felt Pope getting nervous around her. Sam was calmly drinking her beer while Kie and Sarah were carefully listening to the conversation.

“I know you did it! You popped my tires!” He said angrily and Max quickly shook her head.

“Dude! I didn’t do anything. Besides, whoever did it maybe thinks that you’re an asshole and you totally deserve it! And I agree!” Max yell and she then turned her head to Presley. “How are you Jennifer? Having a good day?” She waved at her with a smile but Presley just sighed.

“Officer! Do something!” Johnathan said annoyed but Presley shook her head.

“There’s no proof that she did it, we have nothing on her. This is just a prank from some kids Mr. Scott.” Presley said.

“Huh? There’s no proof against me or my friends? Yeah, that’s what I though!” Max nodded with a smile while Presley turned around and started to walk away.

“You bitch!” Johnathan said angrily and Max touched her chest surprised.

“Aw! Thank you! That’s a huge compliment!” She gave him the biggest smile. “Have a nice day!” She said and John B drove the boat far away form the dock.

“I’ve never seen someone don’t get any nervous when they are interrogated by the police.” Pope said and Max nodded proud of herself.

“Oh, that was nothing. I’ve been in worst.”

“Hey! What about me?” JJ complained. “I’m pretty good at it too, dude!”

“Can’t believe you’re arguing over who is better with handleling the police.” Kie said before letting out a little laugh.

After talking some more about who was better, the conversation turned into who would be better at surviving a zombie apocalypse after Pope started to name the things he thought he wouldn’t survive.

Max sat down with a beer on her hand and seconds later she had JJ sitting next to her with his arm around her shoulders. “I’m so proud of you.” He said with the biggest smile.

“Well, thank you, thank you very much.”

“I have to say, we could learn a lot from each other.” He said and Max lifted her eyebrow. “You know, you can teach me how you do your stuff and I tell you how I do mine.”

“Please, tell me we’re talking about our plans.” Max said quickly with a disgust face.

“I mean” JJ shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want it to be?”

“Oh god.” She said. “You’re never going to change are you?”

“You’re the one who brought it up and thought I was talking about that!” He defended himself. “You’re the one with the dirty mind.”

“Yeah, sure.” Max said sarcastically before taking a sip from her beer. “I do know that you have to learn a lot from the master.”

“You’re the master?” JJ asked.

“After all, I won you that night at the Kook’s party.” She nodded and JJ let out a little sigh.

“I figured that was going to come back.”

“Oh, I’m never going to let it go. We’re going to be old dudes and I’m going to call you every Sunday to remind you. It’s decided.” Max nodded.

“I’ll be waiting for it, princess.”

“Punching bag.” She said trying to sound annoyed but a little smile escaped her mouth.

“Well, I’m really proud of my fake girlfriend. That’s all I wan-” JJ was saying but was cut off by John B and Pope screaming at the same time.

“Fake girlfriend?!”

“What?!” Sam asked confused.

“We-we need to talk about how that happend.” Kie said and Sarah nodded next to her before getting comfortable and waiting for Max and JJ to talk.

“I’m going to kill you JJ.” Max said.

“I don’t know.” JJ lifted his hand into the air. “All I know, is that Max... can’t take her hands off me.” He said and Sam almost spit the beer she had on the mouth.

“JJ!” Max slapped herself.

“Wha- how- I’m so confused.” Pope said trying to connect his thoughts.

“C’mon, we all knew that one day those two were going to end up doing something like that.” Sarah said and Max quickly looked at her.

“Huh?” She said. JJ turned to her with a smirk on his face and she wanted to punch him so bad on that moment.

“Well, you better tell the story or everyone is going to think that we had s-”

“It happened the day after Pope got hurt.” Max started to tell the story and rolled her eyes once JJ got closer to Max and a huge proud smile appeared on his face. “I hate you...”

“I know you deep down love me. But please, continue with the story. We all want to hear you tell it.” He said and Max rolled her eyes, before continuing with the story.

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desiraypark · 4 years ago

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Love in Writing [Chapter Four]

Previous Master Post

Chapter Three: Confession Content: Angst; fluff; love-triangle; references to military life. Note: It’s not mentioned in this chapter, but I’ve decided to name the royals’ home city “Jediah” (jeh-dye-uh). So, Finn, Darla, Ben, etc. live in the city of Jediah, in the country of Alderaan. ____________________ Darling Darla,

I’m sorry for taking so long to get back to you. Things have not been easy for me during this second round of training. Duties are simpler, but I fear that thoughts of you and what’s going on have been a distraction. I can barely think these days. On the brighter side, resentment within my unit seems to have dissipated. Gone is “General Okani’s kid” or the nickname “Sir Alderaan”. Now, among my mates, I’m just “Finn”. My superiors still rag on me, but not as much as before. These days, after our training and other daily duties, we return to our barracks in the evening and are freer to go out among civilians. We frequent nightclubs, parties, and even picture shows. Who would have thought? You should attend one, Darla--they’re not as bad as the nobles of Jediah claim. In fact, I think I’d much prefer them to the theater. The movies reflect a world that exists beyond our ranks. I look forward to your next letter, Darla. And as always, I love you very much. All My Love, Finn PS: Please tell your grandfather that I much enjoyed my peach cobbler and fear that I already crave another.

“How’s your girl?” Slip looked up from his magazine to ask. Finn smiled and folded his letter. “Alright, I suppose.” “She still giving the guy hell?” Finn laughed and nodded. “So, it seems. She’s resorted to silence, now.” “Ah,” Slip grinned. “Nothing scarier than a quiet woman.” “Any letters from your wife?” Finn asked. He placed his letter in an envelope and rested it on his nightstand for the time being. Slip pursed his lips and shook his head. “Nope.” He fell back on his bed. “Sounds like she’s just giving me permission to stray.” “No,” Finn interjected, shaking his head. “Don’t do that, man. Just give her some time.” Slip sighed. “Yeah, I’ll try.” He turned on his side to face Finn. “What about you, man? I think you should--you know. Have a little fun yourself. Your girl’s being courted, granted by a dickhead. A few dates won’t hurt you,” Slip suggested. “No, I’m alright, Slip. Honestly. I can manage. Besides, I am gonna get my girl back.”

“From your mouth to King Luke’s ears. Or Prime Minister Tico, I guess,” Slip resigned.

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“You two enjoy your evening,” Amala beamed. “Thank you, Mrs. Teven. I will have her home by 10,” Ben said with a smile. Darla had long glided to Ben’s car. She tugged on the door and climbed inside, as Ben said goodbye to her parents. With frowns, Amala and Dekari watched their daughter shut herself in Ben’s car, as he strolled down the walkway alone. “What are we going to do with that girl?” Amala asked. “She is her mother’s daughter,” Dekari said. “I wasn’t that stubborn,” Amala said. Dekari raised an eyebrow, smirked, and walked away from the door. “What’s got you bitchy tonight?” Ben asked as he climbed behind the wheel. He closed the door and started the engine. “Other than your presence? Nothing in particular.” Ben sighed and accelerated out of the Teven driveway. They rode in complete silence, then Ben got a glance at Darla. “You look beautiful.” Darla huffed, folded her arms, and looked out of the window. “You do. Our first evening unchaperoned and you come out of the house looking like this? I can’t help but think you’re actually trying to impress me,” Ben said. “This is a nice dress. I don’t let nice dresses go to waste. I look great in this dress. So, I will be seen in it. Despite the present company.” This time, Ben huffed. Suddenly, he pulled the car over onto the side of the road. “What are you doing?” Darla asked nervously. Ben turned the engine off and took a deep breath. “What is this?” Darla asked. “Look, Darla. I’m sorry,” he said. She rolled her eyes. “Start the car, Ben. I don’t want to hear this.” “You know me well enough to know that I don’t give a shit what you want to hear, Darla…” Darla crossed her arms again and looked out of the window. “I made a mistake. I made an impulsive decision. And I’m sorry,” Ben continued. “It doesn’t matter, Ben,” Darla mumbled. She looked at him and was startled by the genuine hurt in his eyes. “This union has been signed, sealed, and approved by the king, by the prime minister, and the public. It’s too late for apologies.” Ben took in another deep breath and stared at his dashboard. “Why did you do this?” Darla asked. “And I don’t want to hear, “because I can” or “because I wanted you”. I know it’s bullshit. I know it’s a front. Why do you hate Finn so much?”

“I don’t hate Finn,” Ben said, stretching his legs awkwardly.

“You don’t? I just really find that hard to believe, Ben.”

“I don’t hate Finn. I just love you,” Ben answered. He looked Darla in her unbelieving eyes. She shook her head and looked away.

“I’m never going to get an honest answer out of you.”

“That is the honest answer,” Ben said softly. “I’m in love with you, Darla.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked. She whirled her head back in his direction. “Since when?”

Ben stared directly into Darla’s eyes--a light breeze blew outside--moving the trees and their shadows behind her.

“Since my 13th birthday,” he answered. “When you came with your parents. Wearing that blue dress with the white shoes. You had that white bow in your hair…”

Darla’s eyes knitted together. Speech eluded her.

Ben chuckled to himself. “You did cartwheels all over the yard. Even after your mother told you to stop, you still did them when she wasn’t looking…”

“Ben, that was ten years ago,” Darla said. “You’ve been holding on to that memory all this time?”

Ben leaned against his seat. “It wasn’t just that memory, Darla. There’s been many since. Ask Finn. He knows. He pretends that he doesn’t. But he knows.”

Darla stared at Ben in shock. Finally, he sat up, restarted the engine, and they drove to the Canto Grill in complete silence. Then, they quietly dined over their porg breast dinners and champagne.

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bleufrost · 5 years ago

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Drabble prompt: keanu and reader visiting the readers hometown for a family event and while they’re there the reader is invited to a high school reunion. The reader goes to it so she can catch up with friends, but some of her bitchy classmates (who don’t believe she is dating Keanu) are there & give her a hard time & brag about their own lives. Until Keanu shows up & he can’t keep his hands off the Reader, puts the bitchy people in their place then sweeps the reader away for some sweet loving.

Keanu Reeves x reader

warnings: anxiety mention, sexual tension, and some implied smut

Reunions had never really been your thing. You cared for your family and friends dearly, but there was something about being trapped in a place surrounded by people you hadn't spoken to in months, some even years, that made you uneasy.

It was Keanu's idea to accept the invite home initially. Your cousin shot you a text saying they were hosting a family reunion in your home town, and although you were apprehensive to attend, Keanu was excited to meet the rest of your family.

Being back in the town you grew up in was surreal. Again, you never really harbored any real hatred for it, but you had also done everything in your power to escape it after high school. Keanu felt your anxiety immediately and made it his mission to never leave your side while the two of you were there.

The family function went by without a hitch. Keanu got along with everyone so well and it warmed your heart to see how easily he fit in as a part of your family. Everything was going surprisingly perfect, that is until the letter was brought to your attention. Keanu had gone to get some drinks, and when he returned he held your cups with a piece of paper between them. It was an invite to your high school reunion.

If you had been nervous about coming back to see family, attending your high school reunion opened the gates to a whole new level of dread. Yet you found yourself agreeing because Keanu wanted you both to go.

The day of your reunion was spent panicking over what to wear. How should you do your hair, how much makeup was too much or too little, should you do your nails? It was a lot, but Keanu reassured you over and over that you looked gorgeous no matter what you decide to do or not do.

The venue was fairly packed by the time the two of you pulled up. There were hundreds of people, many of which you thought you might recognize but honestly, who could be sure.

"I think I'm going to go park and drop you off right here, okay? Last thing we need is you twisting an ankle in those heels." He laughed as you shook your head. He was right, you had a tendency to be just a little bit too clumsy sometimes.

You opened the passenger side door and began to get out, turning to kiss him before planting your feet on the ground.

"Please be quick babe." Keanu smiled reassuringly. "I promise, I'll be in there before you can even notice I'm gone."

That was already not true, because as soon as he pulled away you felt his absence heavily. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the entrance and almost debated on waiting by the stairs before you realized how ridiculous that would look. Gathering all your courage, you walked inside and were lucky enough to almost immediately spot a friend of yours that you had actually kept in contact with over the years.

"Hey there beautiful!" She hugged you and introduced you to the other people she was with; you knew them already though. These people were the ones you never really got along with, the one girl specifically that had made it her goal to make your four years in high school a living hell.

She gave you a sickly sweet smile as you shook hands and hugged some of the other people there, finally getting to her. You hadn't even had the chance to voice a greeting before she started up.

"I saw online you were dating Keanu Reeves." Well that was fast. You rarely posted anything online, and seeing as Keanu enjoyed his privacy, there were only a few public pictures of you two together that weren't taken by paparazzi.

"Uh, yeah actually. We've been together for a little while now."

She scoffed at you. "You can't just take a picture with someone and pretend you're dating. Maybe I can believe you guys are friends, but come on (y/n), do you really think we're that dumb? I mean, why would you show up alone if you were actually together?" She laughed along with a couple other people standing with her, and your friend just sighed and shook her head. Eyes went wide though, when you felt the familiar comfort of a certain someone coming to stand behind you.

"Well, she is actually my best friend. I think if you're in love with someone, they should be, don't you think?" Keanu placed a large hand over your shoulder, bringing you in for a kiss. "And I apologize, I was parking the car and didn't want to make her walk too far in those heels. I'm Keanu, by the way." He gave them a charming grin and moved to shake each of their hands. He was always a gentleman, but you knew he was playing it up even more now just to rub it in.

"Babe, are you hungry? They're serving some food over at those round tables." It was an excuse to get away from the ex classmates you didn't enjoy being around, and also maybe a good excuse to actually grab something yummy along the way. He always knew exactly what you needed and where you needed to be.

Later that night, you and Keanu were swaying to some romantic music on the dance floor. You didn't really recognize many of the songs they were playing, but that never stopped the two of you from enjoying each other's company anyways.

As the slow music began to fade, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hi, I wanted to cut in for the next song. Hope you don't mind." Once again, little miss bitchy put on that sweet smile as she moved forward to take your place in front of Keanu. Honestly, you were prepared to let her because it was starting to become pretty clear that dancing with your boyfriend was probably the most fascinating thing that would happen in her life for a while. Keanu on the other hand, wasn't so ready to let you go.

"I'm really sorry, I don't get a lot of time off and would really appreciate being able to dance with my date." Keanu smiled gently at her again, and you could basically see the anger rolling off of her in waves, but she complied.

You took your place holding him again and grinned. "How do you manage to look like such a gentleman telling someone to fuck off?" He chuckled, pulling you close to him to resume your swaying to the music as he leaned down to kiss your neck. You pushed yourself closer to him, leaving very little space between you. "You know, I think it's pretty sexy that you can stay so charming while dealing with people like that." Keanu bit down onto the skin he was sucking on. "Don't start something you can't finish."

You let your hand creep between your bodies, sliding your way down to the top of his belt. "Who said I couldn't finish you?"

Keanu quickly grabbed your hand, the lust had blown the pupils of his eyes and you knew that you looked just as heated. He said goodbye to some of the people the two of you had spoken to earlier, making sure to be seen by the bitch who had disturbed you both all night before nearly jogging out to get the car.

Outside, he grabbed your face and ran his lips over yours heatedly. "I'm going to go get the car. Don't move." The words were mumbled against your mouth and your breathing became heavy as he moved away.

It only took about five minutes for Keanu to pull back up in front of the steps. Getting out to open your door, he let his hands fall down to your waist before dipping just a little lower for a second. You yelped as you felt him touch you, getting in and watching as he shut the door and went around to his side.

The car ride back to your hotel was tense; the sexual energy charging the air as you leaned over to kiss and touch him whenever a red light appeared. You would have leaned down and taken him into your mouth if it hadn't been for the fact that he strongly believed that it could get you two hurt.

Pulling into the lot, Keanu grabbed you and lifted you over his lap in the drivers seat. You felt like a couple of teenagers having a heavy makeout session in the car late at night, but you couldn't care less how juvenile it all felt because all you cared about was feeling his wet tongue gliding inside of your mouth.

His hands landed on your ass, digging his fingers into your skin before slapping you playfully. You let out another surprised little sound and laughed with him in between sloppy kisses. Keanu pulled away, hands still stroking your rear but a slight look of concern was etched into his features. "What's wrong?"

"You didn't want to stay, did you? I should have asked before I took you outside, I'm sorry." He looked genuinely upset and you leaned over to kiss him again.

"Trust me, I would much rather be here with you than back with all those people I barely cared about to begin with. You did me a huge favor, now take me inside before I repay you out here."

Just as quickly as it left, the sexual energy was back. Keanu pressed his lips against yours and pushed open the door, letting you out and quickly guiding you back to your room where you definitely showed him just how thankful you were; and just how capable of finishing him off you really were too.

a/n: im sorry this one wasn't the best, but i hope you still liked it 💛

headcannon/drabble requests are still open while i get my shit together and start finishing full fics again (:

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hookedontaronfics · 5 years ago

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Last Call

Rating: Mature/Explicit Pairing: Taron x Reader Warnings: Cursing, Plenty of smut [Fingering, Unprotected Sex] A/N: I’ve had a crazy few days so sorry it took me so long to get this posted! Thank you so much for over 100 followers! You all are amazing and I hope you love this sexy One Shot!

You were running late to your job at the Paramount Hotel, and Seattle traffic was doing you no favors. Even worse, you had to park a ways from the hotel after circling streets for a bit. You cursed your bad luck as you ran to the hotel, excusing yourself when you accidentally ran into people. You breezed in through the hotel doors, tossing “hellos” to everyone you worked with and ignoring the male stares aimed at your backside in the short black skirt you were wearing. “Creeps,” you said under your breath.

You headed straight for the bar, stuffing your purse under the counter and doing your best to avoid your boss. The last thing you needed was his unwanted attention as you tucked your white blouse in and finished up the buttons on your black vest. You hated that you were required to wear the catering uniform, but the tips at the bar were outstanding usually so you just dealt with it. The room rates were more than you could even afford, which meant the clientele were generally of the higher class.

You’d had many an interesting conversation, hearing the craziest stories from the likes of lawyers and doctors and the occasional celebrity. When the drinks started flowing, you became a therapist, and it was just the way you liked it. Maybe you’d write a book some day from all the torrid affairs, mommy complexes, and salacious gossip you’d heard and seen over the years, you mused to yourself as you double-checked your supplies before things got busy.

You went about your job for the evening, things staying pretty slow at first. The hours passed and you did your best to chat up the people who sat at the bar, passing out drinks and trying to be engaging.

You were leaning over the bartop when you suddenly felt a presence come up behind you. “Happy to see you, y/n, working that fine ass in my bar tonight,” your skeezy boss whispered in your ear, fairly pressing his hips against you and copping a feel of your ass. You nearly dropped the drink you were holding onto your client before jerking away from your boss.

“Jesus,” you swore under your breath. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again,” you said angrily.

“Alright, don’t get bitchy,” he said, holding up his hands and laughing at your face like it was all just a joke. He wandered off to do fuck all knows, and you tried to shake off his unwanted advance. It had made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

You were still flustered when a man walked in and took a seat at the bar, catching your eye because he was incredibly fine. He himself looked a bit harried and in bad need of a drink, so instead of filling the orders you had, you walked over to him, trying not to look like you were obviously checking him out. But damn, could he have gotten it if he wanted. He had a strong jawline and green eyes that looked incredibly tired as he focused in on something on his phone, frowning a bit. You realized you were staring at those soft lips a little too much, and cleared your throat as you slid a coaster across the bartop.

“Long day?” you asked as casually as you could manage.

“Long week, really,” he replied in some kind of accent, giving you a small smile. You couldn’t place why his voice sounded familiar, but you imagined it must just be coincidence.

“Well I might have a remedy for that. Whatcha drinking?” you asked.

“Greyhound, rocks, kindly,” he said, still focusing on his phone.

“Coming right up,” you said, watching him a bit as you made his drink. He was cute in all the right ways, and sexy in so many others. He was unassuming, and that’s what you liked about him. He was just dressed casually in a white shirt under an undone plaid button-down, a bit of chest hair peeking out and making your mouth water. If he stuck around, you might actually enjoy this night after all.

You handed him his drink and he nodded a thanks at you, taking a long sip of it and finally turning the full force of his gaze on you. You felt your breath catch in your throat; he had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen.

“Oh this is good. You’ve just made my evening so much better,” he smirked, making your insides quake a little.

You tried to come up with something clever to say back, but failing that, you simply asked him what he was in Seattle for.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve got a lot of fans to make very happy tomorrow at ACE Comic Con,” he smiled.

“Is that what’s got you so stressed?” you asked before you could think about it.

“What makes you think I’m stressed?” he asked back, raising an eyebrow at you, and you had to appreciate the incredible arc of it.

“Most people don’t sit at my bar frowning at their phones. I’m just saying,” you laughed.

“Oh, well,” he seemed to sigh heavily. “That has nothing to do with the con. I was bloody mauled at the airport though, and it’s a bit overwhelming,” he said. You had no idea why he was telling you any of this, but you just wanted to keep hearing him talk.

“Hey, girl! Are you going to fix up my drink or what?” one of the other clients you’d been ignoring yelled at you. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed.

“I’ve got to get that. I’ll be back,” you said, turning and completely missing the way he looked at you as you walked away.

You fixed up the other drinks and made sure your other clients were taken care of, but mostly you wanted to get back to the intriguing man whose name you still didn’t even know. You made him another Greyhound before you returned to him, and he’d just finished the first so you switched out the glasses.

“Thank you, love,” he said kindly to you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name,” he laughed softly, the sound of it music to your ears.

“Y/N,” you replied eagerly, swooning slightly as he repeated it.

“It’s Taron,” he grinned, searching your face, it seemed, for some hint of recognition.

“It’s genuinely nice to meet you,” you replied. You’d gathered that he was an actor but your mind couldn’t supply exactly from what. But that didn’t even matter to you; he could have been a garbageman for all you cared. He was easy on the eyes and treated you with respect, unlike your asshole boss. You groaned as you saw him striding toward you again, his face looking angry as hell.

“Y/N! What the hell do you think you’re doing, treating my best client like a total bitch, huh?” he asked, getting in your face.

“What?” you asked, totally confused as he pointed to the guy who’d yelled at you earlier to fill his drink. “I’m not his slave,” you replied as your boss grabbed your arm roughly. “Ow, you’re hurting me,” you gasped, twisting slightly and trying to worm your way out of his grasp.

“Excuse me! Get your fucking hands off her!” Taron said, standing up and looking about ready to leap over the bar if it came to that.

“This doesn’t exactly concern you?” your boss said, staring Taron down.

“I’ll bloody call the cops on you if you don’t,” he said, holding up his phone.

“Jesus, man, keep it in your pants,” your boss said, letting you go and stalking away. You rubbed your arm and tried to look unaffected, but that was exceedingly hard to do.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” Taron asked you, his face looking troubled at what he just witnessed.

“Yeah. I just…need a drink,” you said, quickly pouring yourself a glass and taking a long pull of it. This may have been a bit of a violation but you could care less if you got fired at this point.

“That wasn’t right, what he did to you,” Taron said softly, his face so full of concern for you that it nearly made you want to cry. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that. From anyone, let alone your boss.”

“Look, it’s just what I have to do right now to pay the bills. He’s not usually like that,” you said, but Taron didn’t seem to believe you. And he would have been right; this kind of behavior wasn’t uncommon from your boss, though he’d never actually hurt you before. “Here, let’s do a shot. Help me forget, yeah?” you said quickly, wiping at your eyes and pouring both you and Taron a full shot.

“No, help you overcome,” he said, raising his shot to yours, clinking it lightly and then both of you downing the shots at the same time. The liquor hit the back of your throat and had you coughing, but then you were laughing at the absurdity of it all, catching his gaze on you and it sent a thrill down your back.

“That was good,” you smiled, trying to get him to believe you were alright. You both ended up talking and drinking some more, and although you had to help serve other clients, you spent most of your time with Taron. You didn’t feel the need to massage anyone else’s egos for the tips that night. Taron was comforting, and that fact was the only thing that made you feel like you could deal with what had happened with your boss.

You were feeling a little buzzed by the time you called “Last Call!” and started closing out tabs. Taron kept waving at you from where he was seated, making you giggle slightly at the cuteness of it. He was clearly way past buzzed and onto drunk at that point, but he was a fun, and funny, guy and had made you laugh a lot.

You appreciated the fact that he had sat there with you until you closed just to make sure your dick of a boss didn’t come back to fuck with you again. “You didn’t have to wait all this time for me,” you laughed as you hurried to the front, your purse tucked under your arm.

“Nonsense, of course I did,” he said, hopping off his barstool and swaying slightly. He’d had quite a few drinks over the four hours he’d been chatting you up.

“Woah,” you laughed, reaching out to steady him, one of your hands landing against his chest. He was very warm, and his chest was very firm. You had to swallow back your gasp, feeling your face flush suddenly. “Are you going to make it to your room alright?” you asked, genuinely concerned for a moment.

“You could… maybe make sure that I did?” he asked you hopefully, the most adorable grin on his face. How could you resist that?

“Um yeah, sure,” you smiled, letting him drape his arm around you as you both shuffled out of the bar and across the polished marble floor of the hotel lobby, both of you laughing like idiots when Taron stumbled and you nearly both went over. “Shhhh shhh!” you said, laughing just as hard, holding your finger to your lips as you made it to the elevator and pushed the button.

He was leaning heavily against you, and you could feel his breath against your neck, sending shivers across your skin. You were all too aware of his scent, a hint of sweetness you couldn’t identify, but it was more intoxicating than the alcohol you’d drunk. Or maybe it was just being so near him that was doing you in.

You noticed, being so up close, the different colors in his eyes, imagining they could look all kinds of colors depending on his mood or what he was wearing. The way he was looking at you, right now, though, made you feel exposed in an entirely different sort of way. “You’re really gorgeous, you know,” he spoke, his voice having gone deeper than before.

“And you’re really just drunk,” you quipped back, trying to ignore the heat that had flooded your body at his tone.

“I thought that when I first saw you. Just took a few drinks to admit it,” he replied, openly staring at you now.

You were grateful for a distraction when the elevator door slid open, and you carefully towed him inside. “What floor?” you asked, but he just leaned around you to press the button, his chest against your back making you suck in your breath for a moment. Your thoughts drifted to the idea of him taking you from behind, and you felt your heart beat faster.

“What’re you thinking about, love?” he asked you, a note of lust having crept into his voice and his fingers hesitantly landing on your outer thighs.

“Getting you to your room safely,” you lied, and he chuckled at that darkly.

“Mmm, is that so?” he said, brushing your hair aside and placing a couple of kisses on the back of your neck. Your breath hitched slightly, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped past your lips.

“That’s exactly it,” you said, turning around to face him. “I never said I wouldn’t be with you,” you challenged, and Taron raised that damn eyebrow of his again. You reached over and smoothed your fingers over it, the tension between you about to snap, but you felt the need to make it to his room before that happened.

He stepped close to you, pressing you back against the elevator wall and crushing his lips against yours, one hand going back behind your head and the other sliding along your thigh, pulling your leg up around his waist. “This okay?” he asked against your lips as you fairly panted. The only thing you could manage to do was nod as he kissed you some more, deeply, hungrily. You felt all of your senses going out the window as your hands mussed up his hair, but neither of you seemed to notice or care.

You felt his fingers drag their way slowly up your leg, under your skirt and toward your clothed core, and you could feel yourself getting wet at the anticipation of his touch. “Is that all for me?” he smirked at you as he felt how soaked your panties already were.

“All yours,” you gasped, the heavy air in the elevator making it hard to breathe. Just then the elevator arrived at Taron’s floor, and you groaned slightly when he pulled away from you. You yanked your skirt back into place as Taron took your hand and pulled you along with a sense of urgency. He fumbled with his room key for a moment before letting you both inside.

“Holy shit,” you said despite yourself as you took in the luxury of the room, trailing your fingers over the back of a plush couch and staring about the place.

Taron snickered at you. “Like what you see?”

“I’ve never been in one of these rooms before,” you confessed. “I knew they were luxe, but damn.”

“Well then love, you should make yourself as comfortable as you like,” he grinned, removing his overshirt and draping it over the couch before pulling you back over to him, slowly and painstakingly undoing each button of your vest and pushing it off your shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. You were half-sitting, half-leaning against the back of the couch as he stepped between your legs, stealing more kisses, his tongue pressing against your lips and seeking permission. You parted them and let him in, feeling that simple motion echo itself throughout your body as your tongues danced with each other, your breaths mingling and your head growing light. You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh, and you wanted him badly.

You felt his hands tug at your skirt, pulling it up over your hips before he pulled your panties down off your body, discarding them with very little thought. He dropped his kisses to your neck as his fingers found their home between your legs, making you groan loudly as your head dropped back. He spread your juices over your folds, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing small circles against it, turning you into a moaning mess.

“Alright?” he smirked at the sight of you, your hair wild, eyes rolled back, mouth open, and you must have been a sight to see.

“Fuck, Taron,” you said, losing your composure when he pressed a finger into you, taking a moment to pull open your blouse, popping a button off but you could care less at the moment. His wet kisses traveled across the heated skin of your chest, though he didn’t attempt to undress you further as he added a second finger inside you, pumping them in and out slowly and driving you absolutely wild. You were bucking your hips against his hand, trying to increase the friction in search of your orgasm but he kept you just on the edge.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in your ear, before nipping at the shell of your ear with his teeth.

“I need you in me, fucking me, from behind,” you gasped, making him tilt his head and raise his eyebrow at your request.

“That can be arranged, angel,” he said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt before pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. You appreciated the outline of his hard cock in his boxer briefs, running your fingers over it and making him groan, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You had nearly just come from the sound of his voice, you thought in giddy anticipation as he roughly turned you around and bent you over the edge of the couch.

Taron slowly ran his hands over your cheeks, appreciating the view as he pushed his briefs down, freeing his dripping cock and pumping his hand over himself a few times. He nudged your legs apart before lining himself with your entrance, waiting for you to beg for him to enter. You obliged, keening slightly at him until with one swift move he buried himself deep inside you, making you cry out and grip the fabric of the couch. “Holy fuck,” you moaned, feeling him withdraw slightly and slam back into you, his hips pushing yours roughly into the couch. You had a feeling you’d be bruised the next day but didn’t care. You’d never had sex this hot in your life, you thought as he gripped you tightly and started pounding into you.

“You are so fucking hot, sweetheart,” he groaned, using the couch as leverage to hit you in just the right spot, spinning you quickly toward your climax. There was no way to fight it by the way he was making you feel; all you could do was let the moans fall from your mouth. You felt the coil tighten inside you until it sprang free, delicious waves rolling through you as your climax hit with force. Taron’s thrusts started growing sloppy as your muscles clenched around him. He grunted a few times as he came, spilling into you and clutching at your body.

When you were both spent, he finally pulled away and you whimpered slightly at the loss of contact. He helped you stand back up, and you felt your muscles protest after the position you’d been in. He gazed at you, leaning in and cutely bumping his nose against yours before kissing you again, this time in a much sweeter manner then before. Damnit if you weren’t completely feeling swept off your feet as his fingers brushed over your skin almost reverently.

“Want to know a little secret?” he grinned mischievously at you, and you nodded. “I’m no longer stressed,” he said, biting his lip and waggling his eyebrows at you as you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh God, Taron,” you said, smacking him playfully against the shoulder. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Stay with me, at least for tonight,” he said, nodding toward the bed and gently tucking a tendril of hair behind your ear. So Taron was a romantic after all, you thought as you let him lead you to the bed. You both crawled under the covers, sweaty and tired and happy, and you laid your head on his chest while he sweetly stroked your hair. You waited for his breathing to slow and his hand eventually dropped to the covers as he settled into sleep. You pulled away and watched his sweet face, trying to memorize everything about it. You leaned down and kissed his forehead gently before sliding out of bed and going to find your clothes in the dark.

You knew he’d be disappointed when he woke in the morning alone, but this could only ever be a sweet and sexy memory, and you needed to leave it that way. You sighed heavily as you made yourself exit his room, careful to let the door shut as quietly as possible before walking down the hall, knowing you would always relish your secret last call with Taron.

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years ago

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Yours Truly [Part Nineteen]

Summary: Sadie realizes that moving on from Chris may be impossible. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 2310 Warnings: None? A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post.

September 8

Caroline,

Another Friday night at the Pratt farm. Chris and Emily have steadily gone out every Friday night since the school year began. While it’s absolute torture to know that their relationship seems to have been re-kindled in a strong way, I’m extremely grateful for the time with Layla. I can’t even begin to explain to you how much I’ve missed that little girl up until these Friday nights. She’s been asking for another dress lately, and the weather will be colder soon enough, so we’re going to shop tonight for some cute flannel prints, for dresses and pajamas.

I know we haven’t been able to catch each other by phone, and we probably will by the time you get this letter, but I’m so proud of you for deciding to go for what you deserve, C. You and Chris are going to be the powerhouse of this country, I can feel it. He has my vote, and not because you’re my best friend … well, not ONLY because you’re my best friend. He’s a smart guy, and I think he is going to do well. Not to mention, he’s going to have the BEST Chief of Staff in American history.

I’ll talk to you soon – just realized I’m late leaving for the farm!

Yours truly,

Sadie

Rushing up the steps of the Pratt house, Sadie nearly tripped in an effort to get to the doorbell quickly. She apologized profusely to Chris for running late when he met her at the door.

“Honestly, I just lost track of the time,” she admitted.

“It’s all right,” he assured, a smile tugging at either end of his mouth. “Emily’s not quite ready yet, anyway.”

“Oh, good,” Sadie replied, breathing a sigh of relief.

Chris nodded. “Layla’s in her room playing – she’s in a mood, I’ll warn you. Her homework is done, but she’s probably hungry.”

“We’ll get something in town, if that’s okay. I told her I would take her to look at flannel prints for dresses and pajamas for cold weather.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Still have the extra seat in your car?”

“I do.”

“Perfect.”

An awkward silence fell between them as they stood in the entryway. There was so much more they both had to say, but Chris was caught between a rock and a hard place, and Sadie couldn’t put her heart on the line again. Finally, when the tension came to be too much, she excused herself to go find Layla.

“You guys have fun and, uh, we’ll see you later.”

Chris gave a small wave, doing away with the disappointed look on his face as Emily met him at the door. Sadie told herself it hadn’t been disappointment, she was only seeing things; she pleaded with herself not to read more than was there into every little thing Chris did and said around her.

“Hey, Miss Layla,” she greeted, hoping that her voice didn’t sound as shaky as it felt.

Layla looked up from playing with her dolls. “Adie! I didn’t know you were here!”

The little girl’s hug was a welcome reprieve from her confusion. “Just got here, sunshine. Do you want to play some more, or are you ready for supper and the fabric store?”

“I’m ready to leave,” Layla confirmed, putting her dolls away neatly before finding her shoes.

Sadie was glad that Layla was in a good mood for her, but it made her wonder what Chris meant when he had implied a bad mood. She decided they would go for fabric first, then they would pick up a fast-food dinner and talk about things on the way home.

The opportunity came a couple of hours later, with three bags full of fabric and supplies in the trunk, and the fast food bag on the front passenger seat. Sadie looked to the back to see Layla staring out the window, mindlessly kicking her leg against her booster seat.

“So, when I got to your house tonight, your daddy said you were in a bad mood,” Sadie mentioned.

Layla’s leg stopped kicking. “He did?”

Sadie nodded. “Anything you want to talk about?”

Layla sighed. “He probably thinks I’m grumpy gills because I yelled at Mommy.”

“Why did you yell at Mommy?”

“‘Cause I was mad. She never does anything fun with me, she just yells at me. I wish she never came back! I miss you, Adie.”

“I miss you too, but we both have to do our best to help Mommy adjust to coming back, okay? We have to be patient with her. And at least we have our Friday nights, right?”

Layla nodded but didn’t say anything else. Sadie pursed her lips together as she pulled back into the driveway. She couldn’t begin to fathom what confusion Layla was experiencing, and she couldn’t find the right words to comfort her.

After supper and a bath, Layla’s good mood seemed to return. She sat on the floor of the living room playing with her dolls again, while Sadie pinned the flannel to the appropriate patterns. Chris and Emily would likely be home anytime, but Sadie wasn’t worried about getting Layla to bed; it was Friday night, and Saturday mornings were for sleeping late.

Music played lightly around them from the iPod station, and both of them sang along when they knew the words. A familiar tune started to play, and Layla’s eyes lit up.

“I know this song! It’s the one you’re always humming!” she exclaimed.

Sadie smiled, gathering up the pinned pieces and putting them in a bag to sew at home. “You’re right, it is. One of my favorites to dance to, too.”

When Chris and Emily came through the door, Layla was in Sadie’s arms, and the two of them were twirling about the kitchen, dancing to that song Sadie had always been humming. Layla scrambled back down to the ground, took Chris by the hand, and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Daddy! It’s Adie’s favorite song, the one she always hums! Dance with her!”

Chris and Sadie stood there staring at each other, both slack-jawed and trying to figure out a way to hand the situation. Emily was not far behind Chris, a definite scowl crumpling her sharp features.

“Um, you know what, it’s supposed to rain tonight, and I’d like to get home before it does,” Sadie finally said.

“Yeah, looked pretty cloudy coming up the drive,” Chris said before clearing his throat.

Sadie gathered her keys and her bag of fabric and made a quick exit out of the house and into her car. It was indeed raining by the time she got home, but that didn’t matter; she trudged into her house slowly, wishing that, somehow, the rain would wash away every feeling and every memory she had for and of Chris Pratt.

With a beer bottle in one hand and her phone in the other, Sadie plopped onto her couch and dialed Caroline’s number. She was in her pajamas and would be finding a sappy chick flick to drown her sorrows in soon enough, but she needed a quick call with her best friend first.

“Hey, C. You busy?”

“Nope, not in the slightest,” Caroline replied. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

Sadie sighed and took a long drag from her beer. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Why can’t I get over Chris?” She explained what had happened before she left the Pratt farm, about the awkward greeting when she had arrived, and about all the crying she was still doing over the man.

Caroline sighed. “You can’t get over him because you’re in love with him. It’s not like you just had a crush. That’s going to make it that much harder to get over him. Believe me, I know.”

“How did you know that it was time to do this thing with Evans?”

“I was tired of fighting against my heart. I knew I was only staying with Charlie because of convenience, and I knew Chris had my heart. There was no sense in trying to hide from it anymore. The fact that he showed up at my door and confessed how he felt just made it that much easier.”

Sadie let out a deep breath. “I don’t wanna screw up Layla’s life, either. I don’t want to deal with Emily and Libby and their bitchy, manipulative asses.”

“Emily and Libby are just a minor inconvenience,” Caroline stated. “If what you have with Pratt is the real deal, which I think it is, then their opinions won’t matter. And you know you won’t be screwing up Layla’s life. She adores you.”

Sadie sighed, opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by the knock on the door. “Just a sec.”

When she opened the door, shock was the only way to describe how she felt at seeing Chris standing there in the rain on her doorstep.

“Caroline, I gotta go. He’s – he’s here.”

“I knew he’d come to his senses! Call me later! Good luck!”

Sadie disconnected the call, not certain at all that Chris had shown up because of the reasons Caroline presumed. She motioned for him to come in the house, though she couldn’t help but feel a little irritated.

“Don’t just stand out there in the rain,” Sadie sighed. “You need a towel.”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re dripping.” She went to the hallway closet, then back out to the living room. “Why are you here?”

Chris wiped the towel over his hair and face, then dropped it on the coffee table. “I had to talk to you.”

Sadie crossed her arms. “I told you, Chris, I can’t be the person you talk to about this. Maybe you should try talk to your wife.”

“My ex-wife,” Chris reminded her, “and I have been talking to her. Every Friday night for weeks. I’ve never told you where Emily and I were at when you were with Layla because I didn’t know how it was going to turn out. I didn’t know how you’d feel about it – I’ve hurt you enough, Sadie. I told you I loved you and then I pulled the rug out from under you.”

“You still haven’t told me anything,” Sadie whispered. She was afraid that if she spoke any louder, her voice would break.

Chris ran his hand through his wet hair. “You’re right. Sorry. We’ve been going to counseling. Emily said she wanted things to be better, and I wanted to give it a shot for Layla – same reason I know you walked away. When you told me that Emily only wanted me back because she didn’t want anyone else to have me, I brought it to counseling. It took time, I’ll admit, but when I saw how she was with Layla as time passed, and I knew you were right. Last week, I asked her about why she came back, and she couldn’t answer me.” He scoffed. “Just the same way I couldn’t answer you, I guess. Funny how people can say so much with no words, huh? Anyway, tonight, we didn’t go to counseling. We went to a lawyer and drew up custody papers. The divorce stands, obviously, but Emily is giving up her rights to Layla.”

Sadie, arms still crossed, leaned against the counter. “Have you told Layla?”

“Emily’s talking to her now.”

“Wow,” Sadie said, raising her brow, “taking some responsibility. Never thought I’d see the day.” She let out a breath. “I’m sorry, that’s probably not fair.”

Chris shook his head and stood in front of her. “No, you’re right. Emily is taking responsibility for her actions, and I’m here taking responsibility for mine. I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time – longer than I’ve even known. I told you once that I had learned things from you this summer, and I didn’t get to answer you when you asked me what that was. You taught me that there are still good women in the world … women who care about family and love and important things in life other than themselves. You taught me that there are still people who can change your life, for the better. You taught me that I can love again, and I do. I love you, Sadie. I want to be with you.”

Sadie blinked against the tears welling in her eyes, causing a drop to run down her cheek. “You broke my heart, Chris.”

“I know I did,” he replied, voice low and hoarse. His calloused fingers came up to wipe away her tears. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me. Come back to the farm. Be with me. Show Layla what a mom is supposed to be like. Forever.”

Between his thumb and forefinger, Chris held up a ring. Sadie’s tears flowed still, but the purpose changed. She was no longer heartbroken; when Chris said that he wanted to spend forever fixing the mistake he had made, he was serious.

Sadie recognized the ring. Kathleen had shown her pictures before of Chris’s grandparents’ wedding day, and pointed out the blue-stoned ring that Chris’s grandmother had loved so much. Kathleen had refused to let Emily have it, but must have been supportive of Chris’s desire to give the ring to Sadie.

“I made mistakes, too,” Sadie said. “I walked away.”

“Because of what I said – well, what I couldn’t say,” Chris countered. “Let’s start over. Together. Just say the word, Sadie, and I swear, we’ll never be apart again.”

She looked at the ring, up to his blue-green eyes, and then around the room. She hadn’t ever expected him to come back, let alone with a proposal. With the pieces of her heart already coming back together, Sadie went up on tiptoe and whispered the word against his lips.

“Yes.”

Part Twenty

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anunvalidcritic · 5 years ago

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The Boys: SN1.7

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

I’m gonna dive into this like Trey Songz...

THE SELF-PRESERVATION SOCIETY

We’re starting off with a flashback my dudes.

BECCA looks like she is just..... flabbergasted.

BUTCHER just doing the usual stocking

once again the lovemaking scenes just aren’t needed...

Anyways why is ANNIE so worried about where this dude lives?

I understand her concern for things but damn y’all only really known each other for like a month maybe even two? shit I’ll go out on a limb and 3 1/2 months.

Damn HOMELANDER lookin’ at the photos like he’s about to destroy these bitchies

Well, now he remembers who BUTCHER is... FUCK

THE DEEP looks sick af walkin’ into that hotel room

“Not much crime in Sandusky. I mean we’re not a shithole like Akron.“ *chuckles* - HOST

DEEPER: A MEMOIR

this is what happens when you do drugs kids... >> A-TRAIN

A-TRAIN has the realist brother in the game rt

PSA: HOMELANDER HAS RALLIED THE TROOPS

BLACK NOIR is the chilliest dude.

“We’re not even the seven anymore were down to five. I mean we’re dropping like fucking flies.” - HOMELANDER

STARLIGHT is all shaken up now

“Keep those hands down by your sides missy.” - HOMELADNER

HOMELANDER really is full of shit saying that STARLIGHT wants to make this whole dilemma between her and THE DEEP a “single ladies moment” SMH

LOL the camera pan to BLACK NOIR

Oh so now MAEVE wants to stand up for STARLIGHT

MAEVE can fucking take this guy but she’s mentally not capable of doing it.

KIMIKO looks happy af stirring that shit. (Living her best life with FRENCHIE)

M.M. was right... he shouldn’t have fucked the sup...

“Right so it’s better to be loyal to a dead woman who doesn't care? So how is that working out for you?!” - HUGHIE

dang he didn’t have to do BUTCHER like that! he looked sick af

SIMON PEGG is the fucking man!

M.M. was right... he shouldn’t have fucked the sup...

“Shut the fuck“ ~ A-TRAIN

I’m sorry but that shit really sent me LOL. It’s just the way he delivered that line was really funny.

Don’t put POPCLAW’s death on HUGHIE like that!!! You didn’t even have to her! ol’ stoophid ass

“I know I get it. Everything that butcher touches turns to shit.” - M.M.

HIS NAME IS FUCKIN’ MARVIN

TRANSITION SCENE: HOMELANDER & STILLWELL

Now he’s bringing up BECCA

She clearly doesn’t give 2 fucks about this woman.

“I just assumed she quit.” - STILLWELL

She’s such a fucking liar. When someone is presumed to be missing or dead you do feel some type of concern. And if BECCA had the same job as ASHLEY then definitely knew something was up.

wow THE DEEP can still pull some p***y out in Ohio or whatever the fuck he is.

WOAH THIS DUDE HAS FUCKING GILLS!!

EWW SHE’S STICKING HIS FUCKING FINGER IN THERE

WELL NOW HE KNOWS THAT NO MEANS NO JERK

I have a feeling that MESMER is gonna get fucked up....

... the feeling was right...

FLASHBACK: MALLORY & BUTCHER

She was in there with him for 3 fucking hours?!?!

So this is MALLORY...

“I’m the person who can get you payback.” - MALLORY

Well after what happened to your grandkids you deserve the most payback.

It’s going to take some time but QUEEN MAEVE is number 2 on my dislike list. I think we all know whose number 1.

THE DEEP is always having conversations with these fucking animals

WTF is he gonna do with that lobster

ROFL!!!!!!! IT’S THE DOLPHIN ALL OVER AGAIN!

“You can call me Uncle Billy.” - BUTCHER

slapped him like it was nothin’

damn he done called her an “oriental girl”

Transition Scene: HOMELANDER & DOC

HOMELANDER’s fucking name is JOHN?!?!!?

Whenever I see this man I just think of him as JOHN FALCON from GOTHAM

I fuckin’ knew something was up!!

DID Y’ALL SEE HER FUCKING STOMACH NGLOW!!!!

All that goddamn blood on the floor crazy ass shit

ICONIC DIALOGUE

DOC - “When I raise subjects without there mothers they become violent, aggressive, downright hateful. You should’ve been raised with a family who loved you. Not in a cold lab with doctors.”

HOMELANDER - “And yet I turned out great.”

DOC - “When I think of what it’s done to you and what you can now do to everyone else. *sighs* I’m sorry.”

HOMELANDER - “I don’t want your fucking apology.”

DOC - “All this is my fault.”

HOMELANDER - “What do you want? What?! You want forgiveness? Now... after you raised me like a fucking lab rat?! No too little too late.”

I’m sorry for the lone dialogue but I needed to post this because it shows insight on how JOHN became to be the way he is now... (but with that being said I would like to see some scene of him when he was younger so we can truly feel it.)

He shouldn’t have fuckin’ said that...

ICONIC DIALOGUE

STILLWELL - “I’m sorry I’m afraid I’m not following.”

SUSAN - “You and your corporation are fucked. Unequvically unalaterally fucked. How was that? Was that clealier for you??”

BRUH HER FUCKIN’ FACE WHEN THE COMPOUND V WAS OUT

wow it was like that was perfect timing

“Naqib means Captain. We believe it’s his supe name” - WORKER

BUTCHER REALLY SHOT THIS CHICK IN HER CHEST TWICE!!!!!!!

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Hey, I don’t know if I said this before but I do all of this on my laptop. So if you’re looking at it from your phone or any other mobile device it’s going to look pretty different when it comes to the layout of the words. Just want y’all to know that just because this is the second to last episode doesn’t mean that you should just forget that EVERYONE’S A CRITIC WHEN THEIR OPINION MATTERS THE LEAST…

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honey-bee-holly · 6 years ago

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Reunion.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Word count: 1542.

Warnings: None?

Posted: 4 November 2018.

Summary: Reader gets talked into going to her school reunion but it’s not as bad as she thought it’d be.

A/N: So I know I’ve been talking about working on a Tony Stark smut but A) it’s being a pain to write and B) this piece just came out of nowhere and I just went with it.

Masterlist.

“This is so stupid.” You mutter angrily to yourself, staring at the little card in your hands as you drink your morning tea.

“So are you going?” Nat asks as she places hers and Wanda’s plats down next to yours on the breakfast bar.

You scoff. “Doubt it.” You place the card on the counter.

You pick up a slice of crispy bacon from your plate and take a bite out of it before pointing to Nat. “There is no way I’m putting myself through that Nat, no way.”

“I think you should go.” Wanda says cutting up her bacon, fried egg and toast.

Nat huffs pointing her fork at you “See Wanda agrees with me, you should go.” She takes a angry bite out of her own toast.

“You guys don’t get it.” You sigh. “It was a really tough time for me back then, I didn’t have friends, everyone thought I was a freak…” You lean back into your seat and run a hand through your hair.

“But you’re not that girl anymore Y/N. You’re stronger, smarter and just completely better than you were.” Nat sighs before continuing “I just think you should face this head on and show them how far you've come.”

You bite your lip, fidgeting with your fingers as you stare at the card next to your breakfast.

“Y/N I do agree with Nat on this… you should face this, what’s the worst that could happen.” Wanda generally says as she reaches over to rubs your arm.

“Okay…” You sigh. “I’ll go.” You look up and give them more of a wince then a smile.

“Good.” They both say at the same time.

“We’ll help you pack and pick out a perfect outfit.” Nats smirks as she looks over your shoulder.

“God help me.” You mutter.

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“Next.” A strawberry blonde haired woman calls from her table, looking at her clipboard.

“Uh hmm Y/N L/N.” You stutter as you take a few steps forward and slide up your black handbag backup your arm.

You’re surprised the lady didn’t give herself whiplash with how fast she turned her head towards you. Shock clearly covering her face.

“Woah.” She whispers as she looks you up and down. “Y/N L/N… you…Uh you look incredible.” ” She fumbles about to look for your name tag.

“Thank you?” You smile gently and courageously at her.

“Oh it’s Jossie Turner, we had English and Maths together.” She says as she tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Yes yes I remember you use to write these amazing poems, do you still write?”

“Thank you but uh no I don’t write anymore, I’m a stay at home mum”

“Oh that’s amazing, how old are they?”

“Suzie is 6 and Andy is 4.”

Jossie sees your name tag on the far right corner of the table and picks it up to hands to you.

“Oh they must be lovely.” You say as you place your name tag on your left breast.

“Yea they are.” She smiles at you. “We should at catch up later, I’ll introduce you to my partner.”

“Yes yes of course. See ya in there Jossie.” You smile one last time before turning, taking in a deep breath and walking towards a set of double doors to the GYM/Canteen.

“Here goes nothing.” You sigh.

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“Y/N L/N I’m surprised you actually came, I always thought you’d kill yourself.” God that voice hasn’t changed. You turn to face where the voice from.

“Jessica it’s nice to see you.” You fold your arms across your chest, frowning at the woman in front of you.

She scoffs angrily “Obviously.” Jessica rolls her eyes.

“Chelsea, Abby.” You nod to her friends, remembering the shit these three did to you back at school.

“You remember Alex right, of course you do you had the bestest crush on him back in the day.” She laughs at you. “Well you probably heard that we’re married now.” She smirks at you as her two sidekicks giggle.

“Nope but congratulations I guess.” You roll your eyes back at her.

“Are you here alone?” Abby asks looking around you.

Jessica scoff. “Of course she’s here alone, like anybody would want to date her.”

“So Y/N what do you actually do for a living, probably something boring and stupid like yourself.” Jessica grins at you.

You feel a hand on your lower back “There you are sweetheart.” A familiar voice you've heard before asks.

You turn and you come face to face with none other than Tony Stark.

Tony is dressed in a dashing black suit with a crisp white shirt and his normal messy hair is brushed back.

“Tony?” You blinked rapidly at him.

“Sorry I’m late.” He grins and kisses your cheek.

“Holy shit your Tony Stark.” Alex says in complete awestruck.

“That I am” Tony grins smugly at him. “And I see you know my Y/N.” He slides his hand to round to squeeze your hips

“No way.” Jessica glares. “There’s no way that you two are together.”

“But we are together.” Tony rolls his eyes at her as he pulls you tighter into his side. “And to answer your earlier questions ‘Y/N is an avenger and a incredible one at that, she also works in the labs with Banner and I, Hell I’d say she’s the second smartest person I know.” Tony looks down at you and grins “Shuri’s first.” He looks back at Jessica “I highly recommend that you and your little stuck up bitchy friends leave us both alone before you piss me off even more.”

Jessica let’s out a slightly high pitched angry squeak as she grabs hold of Alex’s arm and storms off towards you prosume was their table.

“Yea, you two can follow your friend and leave.” Tony stares annoyed at the remaining two women in front of us.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night.” Tony looks down at you in his smug glory.

“What…” you take a deep breath, tugging on his arm to drag him towards a quieter corner “What are you doing ‘ere Tony? How did you even know ‘bout tonight?”

“I overheard you the other morning with Nat and Wanda and then did some digging, decided to fly out here.” Tony tugs you by the waist into his chest, holding you tight. “I didn’t want you to go through this alone.”

“I uh I can’t believe you’d do this.” You wrap your arms around him.

Tony pulls back slightly to look down at you “I’d do anything for you.” He whispers as his right hand comes up to tuck a fallen piece of hair behind your ear.

You feel yourself lean more and more towards Tony, each breath feeling a little bit heavier.

“Y/N I’ve been looking for you.” Jossie cheerfully calls but stops short when she sees who is with you and how close you both are. “Sorry, was I uh interrupting something?” She looks back and forth between you.

“No no no.” You and Tony share a look as you both stutter out.

“Right?” Well shit you didn’t believe that, no way was Jossie.

“Well I just finished welcoming everyone and thought I’d come introduce you to my partner.” She waves to the tall pretty blonde next to her.

“Oh yes yes right.” You clear your voice stepping away from Tony slightly as you whip your hands on your dress.

“This is my wife Nellie, Nellie this is Y/N.” You offer your hand out for Nellie to shake.

“It’s lovely to meet you, uh this is Tony.” You smile back at him as Tony shakes hands with both women.

“So are you two together or ?” Nellie asks politely.

“Uh.” You stare at her with flushed cheeks.

“Not yet but I’m hoping.” Tony says smiling down at you.

“Wait what.” You’re sure you've just given yourself whiplash with how fast you turned to him.

“Yea.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was hoping, I’ve actually been trying for months now.”

“Oh god was I being obvious to everything.” You worried your lip between your teeth.

“We’re gonna… go.” Your sure you hear Jossie say but not actually paying attention to anything other then the man in front of you.

“No no of course not.” Tony grabs hold of your biceps and tugs you towards him. “Every time I tried I’d back out last second, you deserve better.”

You scoff. “Who’s better than mister sassy pants Stark, who seen me literally at my worst and actually knows me better than anybody.” You smile up at him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Tony slides his hands down your sides to wrap around your waist. “So does this mean you’d go out with me, we can go as fast or slow as you want or you know you can say no that’s uh fine.” A worried look falls onto his face.

“Like I’d say no to you.” You grin at him.

“You say no to me often actually.” He sasses you.

“You know what Stark shut up and kiss me already.” You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Fuckin’ gladly.”

@suz-123 @bolontiku @justreadingfics @tilltheendwilliwrite @amrita31199 @hellomissmabel @unicorns-and-fairy-dust

#Reunion #tony stark fanfiction #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark fluff #tony stark imagine #holly writes

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simonxriley · 6 years ago

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55 on your prompt list for skylar/glaz its not my fault i ship them just as i ship skylar/tachanka

This took a little longer than expected, but if you know me than you know I write more than 1k words no matter what. You actually have no idea how happy I was to actually write about Skylar/Glaz, it was nice to get something out for these two! And I hope you enjoy this little drabble!

Prompts #55 “Shut up and kiss me already.”

Words: 2,516

Warnings: NSFW-ish

I also posted this on Ao3 and FFN

“-Valentine’s Day is an overrated holiday.” Skylar said while entering her room. Ash followed behind her, laughing. “I wouldn’t be this pissed about it if it was fun for all ages.” She sat down on her bed, setting her phone aside. “When you’re young you get to do those cute Valentine’s for your whole glass, but after that if you don’t have a significant other, you’re most likely getting bupkis.”

“Are you really this upset about being single?” Ash took a seat on her bed, removing her FBI hat and fixing her hair.

They just returned from a mission that went better than expected, even Thermite didn’t manage to fuck anything up. Skylar was in a good mood until she saw Zofia with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates in her hands, no doubt from her husband. Then it all went downhill from there.

“No I’m not upset that I’m single, I just hate that it’s kinda shoved down our throats.” She took off her hat, setting it beside her and scrubbed a hand down her face. “The only good thing about Valentine’s Day is all of the chocolate that’s going to be on sale tomorrow.”

Ash took off her aviators and looked her dead in the eyes. “Skylar, I can see right through you. You were fine until you saw Zofia, then you became a little bitchy.”

She threw her hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay maybe I am upset about being single.”

“But why? You’re out of their league anyways.”

“Thanks.” She chuckled and looked down at her hands. “It brings me back to watching my sister get a bunch of stuff from her then boyfriend, no husband growing up. She’s 12 years older than me and I guess I looked up to her too much.”

“You thought it would be the same for you, didn’t you? And when it wasn’t you got jealous.” Ash set her boots aside - grabbing her phone and leaned against her headboard, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“I was 3 when my sister started dating her husband. And every year onward I saw him bringing flowers and chocolates and card for her - yes I might have been naive to think it would be the same for me and maybe I did get jealous once I turned a teenager.” She sighed and started unlacing her purple boots. “That jealousy never lasted, and I shouldn’t be complaining about not getting a Valentine. Evan always brought me something too, whether it was a little box of chocolates or a stuffed animal. I just see how happy and in love they are, and deep down I kinda want that.”

Skylar set her boots aside and got up - walking over to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of navy blue sweats and an over-sized black t-shirt, tossing them on her bed. She turned to see Ash scrolling on through her phone.

A moment later Ash peeked up from her phone, a smirk spreading across her face. “You miss it, don’t you? Getting those little gifts from him.”

She hung her head and laughed, turning back towards her after a moment. “Yeah, I kinda do. It’s my fault though, I told him he didn’t have too, and with living so far away I didn’t want him shipping me something that could go bad or get lost in the mail.”

“Call him. Tell him you changed your mind.”

“It’s been 8 years Ash.” She walked back over to her bed, grabbing the clean pair of clothes. “He just made my birthday package a bit bigger. I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll see you later.”

xXx

After a much needed shower, Skylar made her way to her locker to put her M4 machine gun and M1911 pistol away, along with her unused grenades and flash bangs.

The locker room was rather quiet, then again it was late and everyone who had a mission probably already put their stuff away and called it a night. Upon walking up the stairs she heard Sledge talking to Thatcher about getting a beer tomorrow night. It wasn’t hard to miss either of their voices, both were always a tad bit too loud.

She made it to the top of the stairs, turning left to head to her locker. That’s when she saw them, standing outside Thatcher’s locker. It was times like these she hated having a locker next to Thatcher - not because of the man himself, she had great respect for Mike, hell she did all her recruit training with him. Just Seamus doesn’t have an indoor voice, and there were some things Skylar didn’t want to know.

“Seamus do you have to talk so loud? I heard you from the bottom of the staircase.” Skylar said with a laugh.

She walked over to her locker, punching in her code until she heard the buzzer to go in. She placed her machine gun and pistol on the bench, then went for the grenade and flash bang cases.

“Sorry love, I thought we were alone.” He walked over to her locker, standing outside it. Thatcher next to him. “Didn’t have any plans tonight?”

She set the cases down and turned to them. “Nope. I’m surprised you’re even here, I thought you would be at some pub tonight.”

“I would be if we didn’t get a last minute mission.”

“You guys too?” She flipped open her grenade case, placing them in it. “I thought the FBI were the only ones.”

“Not the case dear, we had a hit on some intel needed to get there fast.” Thatcher said. “Since you’ve already heard our plans, you’re more than welcome to join.”

“It’s good that your mission went well. And yeah I’d love too, a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.”

Seamus quirked a confused brow, tapping his fingers on the metal touchpad. “How’d you know the mission went well?”

Skylar placed her machine gun on it’s rack and laughed. “I’ve been on enough missions with Mike to know when something has gone his way or not. I can tell by the tone of his voice.”

He nodded his head in agreement, watching her put her unused flash bangs in it’s case. “Sometimes I think you’re the only that can - beside Mark, James and I.”

“You guys do know you can come in right?” She chuckled as she heard him open the locker door while she placed her pistol on its rack. “Well I can’t speak for anyone but myself. I’m the newest member and I figured him out relatively quickly, if other operators haven’t, it’s because they don’t want too. And that’s their problem.”

“Good point love.”

She grabbed her grenade and flash case, putting them back on the shelf. “Also how many people on this team have some sort of special gadget? Like more than half, that’s a small percentage that still use just plain old fashion weaponry. If they couldn’t use their special gadgets for some reason, then Thatcher would be right. And I don’t think they want that.”

“Are you saying technology has taken over the military?” Seamus said letting out a laugh.

“Not really, yes some technology has helped us and whatnot. But when you put to much faith in a robot to do your job, then what are you going to do when you can’t use it? I’ve done things more quickly and laid out more damage with a flash bang and my pistol than any other technological gadget.”

Thatcher walked over to a shelf on the other side of her locker, grabbing her ka-bar knife. “Technology can lag, go out or the enemy can hack us. A six inch blade never loses reception.”

“I’m not sure if she’s a female version of you Mike or if you should marry her.” Seamus crossed his arms, watching Thatcher set down the knife.

Skylar stood their kind of awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She wasn’t sure if she should say something sarcastic or not to make it less awkward. Thatcher walked to the locker door, turning back to them.

“She deserves someone with less baggage.” He opened the door, stepping out. “I have a bunch of paperwork to do, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Okay, night Mike.”

“Night Skylar.”

Skylar yawned and stretched her arms over her head. “I think I’m gonna grab a snack and watch some netflix before passing out. I’m tired.”

“Mmm, I’m gonna give my girl a polishing before hitting the sack myself. Night Skylar.”

“Night Seamus.”

xXx

Skylar was walking down the hall with a bag of chips and a water in one hand, her phone in the other. She was scrolling through netflix, browsing which movie she wanted watch before bed. Nothing was catching her attention, and most seemed to b-rated for her liking.

Turning the corner she looked up when she heard another pair of feet walking along the linoleum flooring. Making eye contact with Glaz, she stopped and quirked a brow when she saw he had flowers in his hand. He tried hiding the flowers behind his back - he sighed in defeat, knowing she saw them and walked over to her.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone Glaz.” Skylar locked her phone - sliding it into her pocket.

“I’m…..not. If everything goes well, I hope to be.” He looked down at the flowers, then back towards her.

“Oh, do you mind if I ask who they’re for?” She looked down at the flowers, a smile gracing her face. “Peach roses are my favorite kind of rose.”

“I know, because they’re for you!” He held out the flowers, a sheepish grin on his face.

She looked up at him, mouth slightly gaping. “Glaz….I I wasn’t expecting this, but thank you! The flowers are beautiful!”

She took them from his hand, bringing them up to her nose to smell them. They were in perfect blume, meaning he picked them up today.

“You’re welcome!” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from her. “Skylar, there’s been something I’ve wanted to ask you and I should’ve done it weeks ago like Alex said. But I kept chickening out and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way…”

“Timur, shut up and kiss me already!”

Glaz went quiet, looking down at her with a big smile on his face. His hands cupped her cheeks, gently leaning down until their lips met. Skylar wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, bothing humming into it. He pulled away after a moment, resting their foreheads together as they both tried to catch their breath.

“I take it this means you’ll go out with me?”

She pulled back to get a better look at him. It was cute to see how flustered he was. “I would love to go out with you Timur!”

“Now I’m really happy I finally found the courage to ask you.” He chuckled. “What were you doing anyways? I wasn’t expecting to see you walking around this late.”

“Getting a snack before heading to room to watch some netflix. You’re welcome to join.”

Glaz intertwined their hands together, slowly walking towards the dorms. “We could go to my room, we’ll have more privacy.”

“Maxim isn’t there?”

“No, he’s out with Alex and Shuhrat. They’ll be gone until morning.”

“Then yeah, let’s go.” They took a few steps before she stopped. “Wait, let me grab something to put the flowers in. I don’t want them dying overnight.”

Skylar headed back towards the rec-room with Glaz for a cup large enough to hold the two dozen peach roses. After some rummaging around she finally found a large enough cup - filling it halfway with water and setting it on the table.

Glaz was cutting off the stems to make sure they would fit better, and one by one they filled the cup. Once their mess was cleaned up they headed towards Glaz’s room.

xXx

They were both snuggled up to each other under the blanket watching some ridiculous movie. Both of them knew from the get-go that it was going to be stupid, still they couldn’t pull their eyes away. Besides the movie, there was something else on Skylar’s mind.

She trailed her hand down his torso, feeling his white cotton shirt beneath her finger tips. Smirking when she heard him gasp as her hand went under the band of his sweatpants, cupping his growing arousal.

She gave him a small squeeze, hearing him grunt in return. Taking his semi-hard cock in her hands, she began stroking him - watching him grip the sheet and breath heavily through his nose. After a few more strokes, Glaz leaned forward, pausing the movie, shutting the laptop and placing it on the floor.

The next moment Glaz was on top of her, kisses and nipping at her neck. “Yebat’ fil’m, ya khochu tebya, ya khochu vsekh vas.”

xXx

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, Glaz pulled Skylar closer to him, nuzzling his face in her chestnut brown hair. Last night felt like a dream and he was afraid he would wake up alone. He was thankful that wasn’t the case.

Skylar started to stir, slowly waking up herself. He kissed her cheek, making her giggle.

“Morning beautiful!”

She turned turned around to face him, tiredness still showing in her eyes. “Morning handsome!”

“Did you sleep well?” He wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her to his chest and kissing her forehead.

“Like a baby.” She chuckled. “How did you sleep?”

“A lot better with you in my arms.”

“Awe, that’s sweet!”

She began to close her eyes again, hoping to get a little bit more sleep. Groaning when she heard the door open. Eyes snapping open when she remembered she wasn’t in her room and the person walking in wasn’t Ash. She slowly lifted her head, making sure the blanket was covering her whole body before looking at the door.

Letting out a small whine when she saw Maxim and Alex standing in the doorway, both with a gaping smile on their faces. She groaned into the pillow, covering her head with the blanket.

“About damn time you two got together.” Alex said a moment later.

Skylar sat up, making sure the blanket didn’t fall down. “This is awkward.”

Glaz sighed and sat up, shooting a glare at Alex. “Do you guys mind giving us some privacy? I don’t think she wants to get dressed with two other men in the room.”

“No, no take your time, you know where the condoms are.” Maxim said as he started pushing Alex out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Skylar and Glaz looked at each other, both shaking their heads and laughing about the whole situations.

“Ya khochu detali Timur.” Alex yelled from outside the door.

She looked over at Glaz, seeing his face turn red and a hand scrub down his face. Whatever Alex said wasn’t good on his end, and to see the slightly older man flustered again made her smile.

#oc skylar jackson #eliza cohen #ash #mike baker #thatcher #seamus cowden #sledge #timur glazkov #glaz #rainbow six siege #r6s #glaz x skylar #tachanka/skylar anon

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