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indiee19 · 3 years ago

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This Waiting Is Driving Me Wild

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: A buzzed haired Alex teases you all throughout an awards event; you reject him at first, and he makes you regret it later.

warnings: smut, light bondage, spit kink, edging

word count: 5.6k

-Requested from Wattpad

a/n: I have no damn clue if the kink shit is correct, so don't mind that, also I may change it later, so who knows

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You felt anticipation build up in the pit of your stomach whenever they announced the nominees for the best alternative album of 2018 category: Colors by Beck, Masseduction by St. Vincent, and Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by Arctic Monkeys.

You held your breath, every inch of your body hoping for Alex's band to win, then they called the winner.

"And the winner is ... Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by the Arctic Monkeys," the presenter called, stopping in between words to read the winner of off the card. You and everybody else in the room clapped and as the band stood up, Alex gave you a kiss, then walked up to the stage with the rest of the band to accept the award.

He winked at you while he was walking up the stairs without anyone but you knowing, making you blush. He walked up to the stand and took the microphone from the lady, beginning to speak. "One, two. One, two, there we go. Well, I would first of all like to thank everyone who has supported us by listening to the album, buying it, and coming to our shows. I'm very glad that you all enjoyed it enough for us to win, and for that, I'd like to say thank you, this truly does mean a lot," he said, Matt and Nick chattering behind him.

Alex said thank you one last time before they walked off stage, walking back to the table, sitting down beside you. He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, placing the award down on the table. They soon started to call the next award nominees, and most everyone paid attention to it, you included. Alex on the other hand was watching you and you saw out of the corner of your eye that he licked his lips, one of his hands coming up to your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to the hem of your dress, coming closer and closer to go under it.

You quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away, leaning over to tell him something. "Alex, we can't, not here, not now. We're at an awards event, one where your album is nominated," you said sternly. He bit his lip and looked as if he was deep in though, which he normally was, always coming up with the perfect response to everything.

"But, baby, you look so sexy and I don't know how much longer I can wait to 'ave you," he said, whispering in your ear, rubbing your thigh again. You moved your hand over his to top him from moving up your thigh. You turned to pay more attention to the rest of the awards ceremony.

They called the next category and said the nominees' names, another host going up to the stage to announce the winner, everyone clapping their hands, you included, when they did. While the winner was giving a small speech, Alex leaned over and kissed your neck lightly, making you look back him and give him a glare as a warning to stop. He just smirked, knowing just how to get you riled up.

He leaned over, whispering another profanity in your ear. "Baby, you look so sexy in that dress. I can't wait to have you."

"Well, you have to wait," you replied, kissing his cheek, grabbing his hand to stop him from moving any further up your leg. You looked into his eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he didn't.

You tried to be patient, hoping that he would realize that you couldn't do anything with him at the moment, and maybe not at all tonight since you would get home late and be really tired - or at least that's what you thought.

The winner walked off stage and they started to announce the next category. Though as you watched and listened, Alex started back up again with his teasing, his hand now going up your dress, ignoring your previous warnings, finding its way to the hemline of your panties, toying with it.

"Alex," you warned, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further than he already was. "I told you, you have to wait until we get home."

"But, baby, this waiting is driving me wild, and I know that it's driving you wild too, can't tell me otherwise," he said, getting more confident at the end of the statement. You laughed. "No, it's not actually. Because, unlike you, I'm not horny twenty-four seven," you said, turning away.

"Don't lie to me, I know 'ow horny you get. Remember the 2014 BRITS?" he said nonchalantly, whispering in your ear. You lied and said you didn't, but you did.

"God, Alex, please just take me already," you moaned, his tip teasing your entrance. You'd begged all throughout the awards ceremony for him to take you to the bathroom and fuck you, and he finally gave in, escaping the after party, leaving and going home.

He was now teasing you, making sure that you were a whimpering mess for him. He cocked his head and pushed himself all the way inside you.

It was a very, very long night.

"Yes, you do. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he said, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him, pushing his hands away, dodging his kisses, tuning him out, insisting that you talk to Katie and Jamie instead.

You were able to make it through another thirty minutes of the ceremony, Alex taking a break from being a narcissistic, horny, teasing asshole. Though after the thirty minutes was gone, he started right back where he started. It didn't matter how many times you told him no, your warnings only fueled him even more, getting bolder and bolder each time.

He leaned over to you when no one was looking, everyone else far too focused on the stage. "Baby, when we get home, I'm going to fuck you up," he whispered, gripping your thigh tightly. Though his words weren't abnormal for him, they did take you by surprise. You looked at him, surprised by his boldness to do that in front of everyone.

"Alex," you said, giving him a warningly look. He just smirked, more than likely planning how he was going to get you to beg for him by the end of the night.

He of course continued this behavior the rest of the awards show, making sure to tease you, placing kisses to your neck when no one was looking, whispering dirty profanities in your ear, rubbing up your thigh, eventually going under your dress to play with them hemline of your underwear .... again.

The event had ended and you and Alex were now at the after party, even though you hated parties. You were talking to Kelly and Nick, the only thing that would keep you sane at the moment, and you were congratulating Nick on the awards that they had won tonight. "Congratulations, Nick. You all deserve the award so, so much," you said.

"Oh, it's really nothing, but thank you anyways," he said, waving it off. Him and Kelly walked over to Jamie and Katie to talk to them, leaving you alone. You decided to go and find Alex, haven't had seen him in the past thirty minutes, wondering where he was.

You looked around for at least ten minutes, asking anyone you knew where he was, most of them not knowing themselves. You finally found him talking with Miles, who would have thought. The two most amazing friends hanging out together, you should have known.

Alex's back was facing you, so Miles noticed you first. "Oh, hey, love," he said, making Alex turn around. "Hey, Mi. Do you mind if I steal Alex away from you for just a minute?" you said, holding Alex's arm. He shook his head no and got up, leaving you and Alex alone.

"Alex, can we leave?" you asked. He smirked, taking your request the wrong way, thinking that you wanted him now. "You finally came to your senses, I see," he smirked, grabbing you by the waist, kissing your neck while no one was looking. You pushed him away for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"No, Alex, not like that. I mean that I'm tired and want to go home," you explained. But he of course wouldn't take that as an answer, thought that you were just begging him for him to take you. He kept saying that you weren't tired and just decided that you wanted him, saying that you both could go to the bathroom instead of going home and leaving.

You kept trying to convince him, kept trying to prove that you were tired and you even brought up the fact that you hated parties to try and convince him.

Finally, you convinced him, and he was ready to take you home. "Fine, just let me have a smoke and we'll leave," he said, couldn't believe that you didn't want him. You nodded and stayed seated while he went outside to smoke.

You waited patiently - twenty-two minutes went by and still no Alex. You decided to go and look for him, then head out to the car. You quickly said goodbye to everyone and walked outside, immediately seeing Alex. He was done with his smoke, seemingly waiting for you. "You ready to leave, darling?" he asked, smirking, still not believing that you wanted to go home because you were tired.

"Yes, I am, Al," you said, taking his hand, Alex leading you to the car, opening the door for you, walking around to the other side to get in, starting the car. And finally, after three long hours of his teasing, it was time to leave and go home, and just like before, Alex of course had to tease you to his fullest extent. "Can't believe that you didn't want me earlier," he said, his voice suggestive.

"I always want you, Al, but I'm tired. I'm ready for bed," you said. You were very tired, the amount of interviews Alex was in tonight, the waiting, killed you, the amount of times you had to push Alex's hand away and tell him no, and then the after party that you had practically begged for Alex to take you home. And Alex being, well, Alex, took your begs as requests for him to take you home and fuck you, and you had to convince him that it was because you were tired, which took a lot of convincing that wore you out.

You were glad when you and Alex finally got home, you were ready to go to bed, but Alex had other plans, immediately slamming you against the wall, kissing you deeply. If you were tired before, you surely weren't now, the heat of the kiss waking you up fully from your sleepy state.

He grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump and you did. Alex carried you down the hallway all the way into the bedroom, almost throwing you on the bed. He began to rid you of your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, kissing you everywhere he could. You tried to unbutton his shirt, but he quickly pushed your hands away, not allowing you to touch him.

Alex leaned down and captured you lips in a hard, passionate kiss, you hands going around his neck, scratching at the fuzz on the back of his neck. He bit you bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips, exploring you mouth. You could taste the wine and beer he'd had at the event, as well as the last cigarette he smoked right before you left the after party.

You felt him hard against your leg, his cock straining in his tight trousers. He pulled away from the steamy kiss unexpectedly, starting to crawl down your body, kissing down your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, stopping at your abdomen, just above where you needed him, the ache between your legs more prominent than it had been all night long.

He looked up at you, your eyes locking with his. "Alex, please," you begged, desperate for him now.

"Look who's begging for me to fuck you now," he smirked, the cocky tone in his voice obvious. You begged him some more with your eyes, eventually getting exactly what you wanted. He pulled down your underwear with his teeth, and you kicked them off into the floor. Alex nudged your thighs apart with one of his hands and started to kiss up your thighs, stopping when he reached your core, blowing on it, sending shivers up your body.

He waited a moment, and you were about to beg him again, but he quickly dipped his head down, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat, using his hands to hold your thighs as far apart they could go. And then his tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal.

He moved down to your dripping wet cunt, sticking his tongue inside of you, knowing how crazy it would drive you. You gripped the sheets, balling them up in your fists, needing to have something to hold on to, his hair not nearly long enough for you to do that.

Alex lifted his head up from your heat, wiping his face that was slick with your arousal. "Knew you wanted me. You're so wet, baby," he drawled, looking at the mess he had made of you in barely seven minutes.

He dipped his head back down to your heat again, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, holding them far apart. His tongue kept poking inside of you, and you writhed underneath him, the feeling too good, he was too good.

He moved his mouth back over to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, quickly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, starting to pump them in and out of you slowly, setting a pace to your dismay. Though the pace wasn't nearly what you wanted, it drove you wild. He'd done this so many times, drove you wild so many times, that he knew exactly how to drive you mad, knew exactly how to make you feel so good.

You started to absent mindly grind your hips on his face, desperate to try and get his fingers to go faster in and out of you and to sink deeper inside of you. Alex chuckled against your skin, vibrations shooting up your body, and he took one of his hands and placed it on your hip to hold you down.

He quickly started to move his fingers faster, your orgasm getting closer and closer. "Alex, I-I'm so close," you said, voice trailing off into a moan as he had pressed down on your clit. He pressed down on your clit harder and with that, you shook, your orgasm washing over you.

You gripped the sheets tighter and wrapped your legs around Alex's head, his hand still on your hips. He kept moving his fingers, and you rode out your high. Alex sat up, removing his fingers from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sat up, wiping his face that was, once again, slick with your arousal. You looked up at him, meeting eyes with him, seeing only lust in them. "How many do you think you can do?" Alex asked, removing his shirt, standing up to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving his bandanna neck scarf, which you didn't think much of at the moment, and you wasted no time before sitting up to help him out of his pants, stroking his cock when you removed his boxers.

He was painfully hard, precum forming on his tip that was a slight reddish purple color. He pushed you back down on the bed, sitting over your hips, straddling you. "I think that I can do th-three - oh," you said, moaning when he pushed your legs apart and pushed himself inside you, his head dropping down on your shoulder, biting down on it, sure to leave a mark.

He gave you very little time to fully adjust, starting to move once he regained some of his composure. He pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back into you, gripping your hip with one hand, the other one holding himself above you.

Your hands ghosted over his toned chest, stopping at his broad shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, your nails digging into his skin. Alex started moving faster - much, much faster. Your eyes closed automatically, the way his cock stroked your walls felt too good, driving you mad. One of your hands moved up to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his freshly buzzed head.

Your moans got louder as he fucked you harder, faster, and more mercilessly, taking good care of you like he always did. Alex's hand that was on your hip moved to rub vigorously on your clit, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. Alex delivered a very hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your grip on his shoulders tightening, so much so that you were sure that you would leave a mark. You rode out your high, Alex's movements not even slowing, but going faster.

Moans fell from your mouth, getting louder and louder. You'd just come down from your second orgasm, you were tired and sore and wore out, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Alex's head dropped down on your shoulder, placing kisses to it, eventually settling on a spot and sucking harshly on it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your feet locking at the back, and you started to grind onto him to meet his movements, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. A knot started to build up in the pit of your stomach, your third orgasm approaching you faster than the previous two had.

"God, love, you feel so fucking good," Alex grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, flicking your clit along with each thrust. And with that, you shook, your third orgasm washing over you, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. You felt pure euphoria and bliss. You held onto Alex tightly, your legs tightening as your cunt contracted around him, drawing him in, holding him close.

You came down from your orgasm, opening your tightly shut eye, Alex's movements stopping. You untangled your legs and unwrapped your arms from around him, and he pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees, gripping the base of his cock tightly. He was clearly struggling to hold on himself, the sight of you coming undone just enough for him, and the sight could've solely made him come undone.

"Turn around, doll. On all fours," he drawled, motioning for you to turn around. You looked at him, didn't know how much more you could take, thought that you both agreed on three. "A-Alex, I don't know how much more-" you tried to say, but he cut you off.

"You can take it, and you will take it," he said. You hesitantly sat up, turning around. You looked over your shoulder at Alex. He was lining himself up with your entrance; you felt his tip poking inside of you, making you whimper out. "A-Alex."

He smirked and pushed inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. His hand soothed down your back, finding its way to your shoulder and he gripped it tightly, starting to thrust almost immediately. You closed your eyes tightly, the feeling already starting to become too good.

You moaned loudly when Alex began to thrust into you hardly, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hair, gripping it. His pace increased gradually, each thrust getting faster and harder. "Yes, fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," Alex groaned, somehow increasing his pace.

"A-Alex ... fuck ... faster," you whimpered, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach, your orgasm approaching very, very quickly.

"Givin' orders now, are we?" Alex spat, slowing his pace before slamming back into you hardly.

"I-I'm sorry," you whimpered. Alex moved his hand that was on your hip to your clit, rubbing harshly on it, and his hand that was in your hair moved down to cup your throat, pulling you flat against his chest. Sweat pooled on Alex's chest and forehead. His hand that was on your neck moved around your body to grab your breast, fondling it.

You needed something to hold on to, so your grabbed his arm that was across your front, holding on tightly, your other hand moving to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his nape.

Alex's thrusts got faster and harder, and he rubbed more vigorously on your clit. You were so close, could practically taste your orgasm approaching. Alex thrusted up into you and that was almost enough for you, just one more and you were gone. But before you could, Alex stopped his movements and pulled out of you.

You were confused, had thought that he needed his release just as much as you, so you slowly turned around to face him and you propped yourself up on your elbows. "Alex, w-why'd you stop?" you questioned. He was looking you up and down.

"You was getting way too grabby for me liking," he drawled, crawling back over you. He removed his bandanna from around his neck, grabbing your wrists, bringing them up to the headrest, tying your hands to it with his bandanna. "There, that's better, innit?" he said, sitting up and straddling your hips once again, looking at the sight of you in front of him.

He started to kiss down your body, biting and leaving marks wherever he could. Once he reached your abdomen, he moved down to your heat, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat once again. His tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal. His hands gripped your thighs and you pulled on your restraints, desperate to hold onto something as leverage.

Alex moved down to your entrance, sticking his tongue inside of you, beginning to fuck you with it. One of his hands moved to your abdomen to keep your hips down after you started to grind on his face again, and he started to rub on your clit with his thumb on that hand. He was making you feel so, so good, but then again, when didn't he make you feel amazing?

Your moans got louder as he rubbed on your clit and moved his tongue faster, gripping your thigh tightly with his other hand. Soon he removed his hands from you altogether and moved his tongue back to your folds, pressing down on your clit with it, instead using his fingers to fuck you, moving them in and out of you at an alarmingly fast rate. He never let you get used to a feeling for very long, alternating between pressing down on your clit and moving his fingers quickly to lapping at your folds and slowing his fingers.

As you kept tugging on your restraint, the headrest started to bang against the wall, the noise echoing through the room, filling it along with your moans and whimpers. You instinctively wrapped your legs around Alex's head, drawing him in closer. He chuckled against your skin, send vibrations up your body, tipping you over the edge.

You tugged harshly on your wrists, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You moaned loudly, tightening your legs around Alex's head, crying out his name over and over. "F-fuck, Alex, fuck," you whimpered.

You came down from your high, and you were so sure, positive even, that Alex had had enough and would give you a break, but no, he kept going, moving his fingers and lapping at your folds like nothing had happened. Because to him, nothing did happen, so he just kept on.

He moved his fingers faster, curling and twisting them deep inside of you, making you cry out his name. The feeling of his fingers stroking your walls just right, the feeling of his mouth covering you heat over and over made you feel an indescribable feeling of pleasure. You were absolutely positive that there was a mark on your wrists from Alex's bandanna and were sure that Alex had many various handprints decorating your body which would no doubt last at least a week, maybe even more.

Alex had begun to suck your clit into his mouth, occasionally pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex looked up at you, and your eyes met and he saw just how amazing he was making you feel and he smirked against your skin, and you could feel him do it too. HIs grip on your abdomen had loosened up quite a bit and you started to grind onto his face again, trying get his fingers to sink deeper into you, to get some sort of friction since he ceased all movement of his fingers. Surprisingly, he didn't make you stop, he just let you move your hips freely. allowing you to make yourself feel good on his fingers. Though, in the back of your mind you knew that he wasn't stopping you for a reason, no doubt planning another way to make you come undone for him by his own means, his own rules, and by his own doing.

You were so close, nearly there, just needed to feel him curl his fingers inside of you, which he did while you were moving your hips, one more time. You were just about to let go whenever he stopped, pulling away from your heat, removing his fingers, making you whimper, and he sat up, leaving you barely on the edge, your orgasm so close, but so far away as it began to fade away.

"Wh-what? N-no, no, Alex," you said, your need to let go growing quickly by every passing second, the need to feel him inside you growing as well. "What, doll? What do you need?" Alex asked as he moved over you, his arms keeping him above you.

"I-I need you," you whimpered, Alex's promise of saying that he was going to 'fuck you up' coming true.

"'ow bad do you need me?" he drawled, slowly kissing up your neck, biting down on a spot. You whimpered. "I need you s-so bad, Alex." He chuckled, thinking of something for a moment, quickly giving telling what you needed to do. "You want me, then spit in me mouth," he said nonchalantly.

You were confused for a moment. You knew that he had a spitting kink, but he never showed any part of it in all the time that you two were together. You took a moment to think about it before you nodded and he opened his mouth and you spat in his mouth. You weren't proud of what you just did, but if it meant that Alex would fuck you, then you didn't care.

"Oh, and one more thing, baby ... you 'ave to promise me that you won't come until I say you can, okay?" Alex said. You nodded, how hard could that be?

He nodded in response before nudging your thighs apart with his hand and you sighed whenever he aligned himself up with your entrance, giving himself a few tugs before pushing inside you, bottoming out in two pushes. His head fell down on your shoulder, reveling in the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock, stretching to accommodate for his size.

Once he regained some sort of control, he pulled almost all the way out of you, slamming back inside you very quickly, starting to set a very, very fast pace. You pulled on your wrists again, hoping that maybe you'd loosened the knot that Alex had tied them in the bandanna with. You wanted your hands free of it, needed to touch him, to hold on to something, only if he would untie you.

His hands were firmly planted in the mattress beside your head, holding him up above you. You closed your eyes tightly, reveling in the way Alex's cock stroked your walls so good, but they quickly opened whenever Alex stopped moving. "Alex?" you asked, searching for his eyes.

"I want you to look at me the entire time, alright?" he said, and you quickly nodded, desperate for him to move again.

Alex started to move again, his eyes never once leaving your own. You tried your best to hold on, trying to fulfill his wish of you not to let go until he said so. But the feeling was getting to be too much for you, the knot forming in your stomach once again. The way he was stroking your oversensitive walls, thrusting into you hardly was enough for you, and you let go, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your walls contracting around Alex's cock, riding out your high.

Your moans filled the room and you came down from your high, opening your eyes. You were sure that Alex wouldn't give you anything else, wouldn't give you what you wanted having done the one thing he said not to do. You were panting heavily now, the feeling too overwhelming, too much for you to handle.

"Done?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

"Yes," you managed to say, avoiding his eyes.

"Good," he said nonchalantly. Alex leaned down to kiss you, it wasn't a deep kiss, but instead it was a soft, slow, and passionate kiss, full of his love and adoration for you. He pulled away and pushed a piece of your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. "You think you can do one more, love?" he asked. You were tired and sore and worn out, having been pushed over the edge several times already and weren't fully sure if you could do one more, even though it was just one. But there was something about the way he asked you, the way he smiled, and you couldn't say no to him, especially with the way he was looking at you right now.

"Y-yeah, I can do one more," you choked out. Alex mumbled something incoherent before starting to move slowly. He knew how sensitive you were now and didn't want to do anything that might cause even the slightest bit of discomfort to you, but still making sure that you felt amazing.

The mood in the room had juristically changed. He was still dominant and had all the control, but he wasn't spitting out demands or teasing you anymore, just focused now on getting the two of you there, wanting you to feel good.

Though he didn't want to cause you discomfort, he did start to increase his pace, not by much, but going faster than before and one of his hands came down in between your bodies to rub light circles in sync with his thrusts on your clit, applying more pressure ever so slightly to it every now and then. He had just restarted his movements and you were already so close to the edge again. It took just one flick of your clit and Alex's cock nudging that spot inside you that had stayed unattended to before and that sent you spiraling.

Your walls contracted around his cock for the last time of the night, drawing him in, triggering his own release. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you felt his hot release coat your walls as he groaned, the both riding out you highs. You felt pure euphoria and bliss once again as you came down, Alex coming down from his high as well, head falling on your shoulder. He laid on top of you for a few minutes, regaining some of his strength before pulling out of you with a sigh, laying down beside you. You were panting heavily, pulling on your wrists once again. "Alex," you sighed.

He looked at you, saying your name, looking you up and down, starring at your restraints. "Oh, I'll untie you," he said, reaching up and untying your wrists, throwing his scarf on the ground, pulling you close to him even though you were both hot, sweat pooling on Alex's forehead and chest.

"C'mere, me love," he said, holding you tightly. Even though you had come down from your orgasm, you were still panting heavily, trying to breath. "Hey, hey, breath, me love, breath. I've got you," Alex said calmly, rubbing your hair comfortingly.

You both sat there for a minute so that you could catch your breath. once you did catch your breath, you laid your head on Alex's chest. "I love you, Al," you said, looking up at him.

"I love you, too, me love," he said kissing you lovingly. "Are you alright? Did I 'urt you?"

You shook your head. "You could never hurt me, Alex," you said. "But, now I'm really tired and want to sleep, so can we talk in the morning?"

"Yeah, love, we can. Goodnight," Alex responded, pulling the duvet over you two. You told him goodnight and soon fell asleep in his arms, him following not long after you.

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yourloverfromthepast · 3 years ago

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𝒜 𝒩𝐸𝒲 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...

SUMMARY: You just moved to New York City after you’ve been offered a somehwat peculiar job. Finally, you feel that this is the right occasion to change your life and move on, but soon you will realize that your ghosts of the past never really disappeared as you thought.

PAIRINGS: The Avengers x F!reader - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader - Matt Murdock x F! Reader

WORD COUNT: 1000

WARNINGS: just some cursing...for now👀 (yes bestie, I’m writing this mainly for you; don't worry, you'll see some smut in the future *wink wink*)

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi guys! So, to make it short, this is my first time writing something like this, and I literally wrote the story while listening to Lana Del Rey and the Euphoria soundtrack, lmao. I apologize in advance if while reading you’ll find some mistakes, unfortunately English is not my first language, but I’ll still do my best to write this as clear and comprehensible as possible. i know it’s very short, but first I wanted to have a feedback from someone before really putting myself into it. I just hope you’ll like it and...let me know what you think. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 2 HERE!

𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬! 100%

You didn’t sleep that night. Of course you didn’t. How could you? You were too excited - and to be honest also a bit scared - to meet your new colleagues the next day to even TRY to sleep. After all, you’ve always admired them: The Avengers.

Exactly. The Avengers. The team of superheroes where a Russian spy, a Germanic god, a man with anger issues, Robin Hood, a man with a flying armor, the most patriotic thing you’ve ever seen, and their friends, were protecting the world from any danger. You couldn’t understand how Tony Stark, the Iron Man himself, noticed and picked YOU to become a new member of the group, but obviously you would have never been against all of that. On the contrary, you had hoped for a quite long time to be seen from at least one of the members, but you still were too confused to figure out how he discovered you.

4.00 AM

You raised your head to look at the bright red time that your alarm clock was projecting onto the ceiling.

‘‘Fffuuuuck’’ you yelled exasperated into the pillow. You perfectly knew how big and dark your eye bags would have been for the rest of the day, but for as much as you tried, you simply couldn’t sleep. ‘‘Ok, screw it. I give up’’. With all the energy you had in your body, you jumped up from the double bed. You put your phone on charge - since you used it all night ‘‘to try to sleep’’ - took a bunch of beauty products such as body lotion, and some face masks, you undressed, and entered the shower. At that moment, you just wanted to take care of yourself, something you hadn’t done in months, after what happened.

‘‘Y/n?’’

‘‘Y/n, is that you?’’

‘‘Y/n!’’

You immediately opened your eyes, finding yourself sitting in the shower, shivering and breathing as if you had been forced to hold your breath for your entire life. You sighed. ‘‘It was a dream...just...a fucking dream’’. The water flowing over your tense body and its temperature relaxed you; it made you feel pampered as if wrapped in a warm hug, and you fell asleep for about fifteen or twenty minutes.

You showered as fast as possible. The silence of the night and the sound of the water echoing in that small room were killing you. That damned feeling reminded you of him... Out of the tub, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You tried to hold your breath to avoid crying, but it was stronger than you expected, and finally, you broke out.

‘‘I’m sorry...’’ you said sobbing and crouching in front of the sink. Hot tears running down your cheeks and falling to the floor.

‘‘I am so sorry...’’

After what you thought would have been an eternity spent crying, you washed your face. For some strange reason, you loved the feeling of hot - almost boiling - water on your face. You looked once again at yourself in the mirror and smiled. You realized you were finally ready to move on. You knew you were finally ready to start a new life.

7.00 AM

You were trembling, sitting on the couch waiting. You didn’t know exactly what you were waiting for, but you were there. First, looking at your phone; then at the door; then out the window and your phone again. You almost had a heart attack when you heard the ringtone. You panicked. ‘‘SHIT- oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!’’ Running towards the table you picked up the phone and answered the call.

‘‘Y-yes?’’

‘‘Good morning kiddo! Already awake?’’

‘‘Uuhm...who- who is this?’’

‘‘Oh c’mon! You’re telling me you never saved my number?’’

‘‘You never gave her your number Tony..’’ continued a feminine voice.

‘‘Hm, you’re right...WELL, it doesn’t matter. Let’s start again. Hi kiddo, I’m the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man. Do you remember?’’ Fuck. It was him.

‘‘Oh crap- y-yeah! Of course I do! Uuhm, h-hi sir Stark!’’ you said with a shaking voice.

‘‘Ahahahaha ‘sir Stark’, I kinda like that... Wow, you really are a genius kid. You could be an example for the others. Hey guys! Have you heard it? You should start to call me ‘Sir Stark’ too! After all, you need to show me some respect! I sacrificed myself to save the world from a bunch of intergalactic aliens, y’know!’’

‘‘Oh my- TONY! Just- gimme the phone’’ the same feminine voice of before interrupted him. ‘‘Hi darling, how are you? I’m Natasha, but you can just call me Nat, nice to meet you. Well, since we have no time, I just wanted to inform you: around 8:30 a black car will park right in front of your condominium. Don’t worry, it will just be our agent Phil ready to pick you up and bring you here! When you will arrive we’ll just finish the introductions. See you later then!’’ and she hanged up.

You looked at the clock. You had an hour to calm yourself down and rehearse your speech. Perfect.

‘‘Ok, so..*cough cough* Hi guys! I’m y/n, nice to meet you!’’

...

‘‘Oh my fucking god, NO, what the fuck is this!?! What am I?? A fucking toddler?? Man, this will be more difficult than I expected. Pleeeease dear god, I need your help!’’ you said throwing your head back and shutting your eyes, when suddenly, an idea flashed into your head. You slowly reopened your eyes and ran to your bedroom. Standing in front of the night table, you bent down and opened its third drawer just to take out a pair of reddish, round sunglasses. You looked out the window. It was a sunny hot day. You gave them another look.

‘‘Perfect’’ you said smiling.

You put the glasses on and walked over to the large mirror in the corner of the room.

‘‘These will surely bring me some luck. Thank you babe, I love you’’

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robinofgothamcity · 4 years ago

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♡ starting prompt: “Everything changed for me when I met her... My Beloved.”

♡ pairing: yandere! damian wayne (Robin) & fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “imagine me and you? I do. I think about day and night, it’s only right, to think about the girl you love and hold her tight. so happy together.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / in this AU everyone in the batfamily is a yandere and probably has a darling so yeah.

Gotham Academy, for the wealthy and elite one might say. you were one of the lucky ones who got accepted through their scholarship programs and busted your ass off to keep your grades up all years.

you had very few friends considering most Academy students hardly interacted those who they deemed poor. one friend you did have though was the Wayne heir himself. Damian was one of the first to introduce himself to you when you first arrived to Gotham Academy and really remained your friend throughout the years.

the fresh morning air blew in the wind, making you pull your jacket closer to you as you tried to find warmth in it. the jackets they provided for your uniform were extremely thin and hardly held in any kind of heat.

“hey! I think the Wayne kid is looking for you!” you heard your friend, Reagan tell you, “he’s waiting for you at the central garden!” you gave him a smile, thanking him for letting you know before running to where Damian usually was in the morning.

your mornings with Damian, when he would attend school, would start with him bringing you your favorite coffee and switching homework assignments.

unlike Damian, you were usually better in courses that had to do with humanities, such as history and english courses and you lacked the smarts that Damian had with science and math courses so the two of you would swap homework first thing in the morning.

“good morning Wayne,” you said, sitting down on the bench. he handed you his coffee, blowing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, “good morning, beloved. how did you sleep?” he asked, making sure your eye bags weren’t too harsh.

you shrugged, “I’m okay. just stressed because of midterms and all of that. how did you sleep?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee. “great considering we fell asleep on Facetime together,” he mentioned, “I did the ap calc homework that you can finally copy!” he added on.

Damian handed you the calc homework as he watched you scribble down the answers. he noticed that you had painted your nails a new color and touched the polish with his finger, “baby blue? that’s new,” he murmured. you nodded happily, “I love this color on me. I even brought color with me in case it chipped throughout the day!” you exclaimed.

you showed him the bottle and he grabbed it, “put it on me,” you were taken back by the request. you didn’t take Damian was the kind of guy to dabble in wearing polish but nevertheless complied and put the polish on it before grabbing his hand and blowing on it to make it dry quicker, “I didn’t know you wore nail polish!” you mentioned.

Damian thought for a moment.

“I don’t but that way people will know we’re matching,” he murmured as the warning bell rang off.

you and Damian walked slowly to your first period class. the summer going into your Senior year, Damian made it a duty of his to make sure that the two of you shared the same classes. so without you knowing, he had Tim hack into the Gotham Academy school system and pull Damian onto the rosters where you were enrolled in.

you found the similarities to be funny, however; some of the teachers wondered how the hell they put the two of you in every class together. some didn’t care considering you were able to keep Damian from saying smart shit to someone in class and others were just weirded out by the coincidence.

“god, I hate this class. you know Matt who sits in front of the class? I have to swear some gross comment about how great my legs look in the uniform by him at least twice every day.”

Damian’s eye twitched at what you had said, “does it bother you?” he asked, his fist clenched. you nodded annoyingly, “more than anything in the world. I can’t go one day without hearing the comments,” you groaned.

the two of you got to class but as you walked in, you had saw that Matt wasn’t in class and sighed in relief. Damian had told you he was running off to the bathroom before class started and just to write down whatever he missed while he was gone.

you sat down, immediately writing what was already on the board but as the class started, Damian still hadn’t shown up. you were beginning to think that maybe the coffee had upset his stomach but about half way through the class, Damian came and plopped down at his desk.

“where were you? Jackson nearly had a fit because you were late!” you muttered to him. he shrugged, taking out his pen and notebook before leaning over to copy what you had on yours.

it took about another twenty minutes when another teacher ran into the class frantically, “Matthew Harrison was just found in the garden, unconscious and is barely hanging onto his life!” the teacher told your teacher, making all of you gasp in surprise, “call an ambulance!”

you stared to Damian wide eyed, “my God, that’s insane! we were just there. I wonder who did it,” you told Damian, chewing your lip nervously, “I hope whoever did it doesn’t come for any of us.”

Damian could tell you were scared from the news and he quickly grabbed your hand, “I think you’re safe, beloved. you shouldn’t worry about it,” he assured you. you nodded, going back to writing down the notes, “hey, he finally got what he deserved for harassing you, right?” Damian mentioned.

you laughed shaking your head, “I guess but I mean, I hope he doesn’t die or anything,” that was the last thing you said before the both of you got to working on the work the teacher assigned for the class while she was gone.

Damian could tell you were shaken by the news but at the end of the day, he did what he had to do. someone was harassing his beloved and he’d be damned if they got away with it. it took every ounce of self restriction to stop himself from actually killing the idiot but the beating he actually gave him did more than enough to satisfy him for the time being.

two broken legs, a broken nose, and making him go blind in one eye was more than enough. the great thing about Gotham Academy was that because of how old the building was, cameras weren’t installed anywhere outside and any cameras that were inside were just in the upgraded part of the school which happened to be the front of the school and the gym.

the end of the day came as Damian had offered to take you home. you denied the request, telling him you wanted to walk to get some fresh air before you trapped yourself in your room for the rest of the night.

Damian was hesitant on letting you but at the end of the day, you weren’t his...yet. he knew his feelings for you weren’t exactly normal. far from it, actually.

when his feelings for you boiled over to damn near obsession, he confided in the one person he trusted the most and that was Dick. he practically confessed how he needed to be near or around you every day or else he would go insane. even if it was just seeing you from afar made his day a 100x better.

Dick laughed at his brothers confession because he knew it was about time it happened to him. he had gone through the same feelings when he met his now wife and so did Bruce, Tim, Duke, and Jason.

when Damian was finally confident enough to tell everyone else, they finally let him in on the family secret. these feelings were nothing to be afraid of. he should embrace them and hell, make his feelings get even ‘worse’. it was his job as your protector to feel that way and act on his instincts for you.

Damian got home, seeing his father and brother watching the news. they were covering what happened at school and a part of him laughed seeing the coverage.

“did you see what happened?” Dick asked his brother. Damian nodded, kicking off his shoes and laying on the other couch, “of course I did because I was the one who did it,” he said nonchalantly.

Bruce and Dick stared at him, wide eyed and shocked, “the scum was messing with my beloved. he was making disgusting comments about her and degrading her in a way she and I didn’t like. the piece of shit deserved more than what he got,” he stated, not even bothering to look at them to see their reaction.

“so it’s best we don’t investigate this, I assume?” Bruce asked, “you would assume right,” Damian replied.

Dick got off the couch and went on one knee to look at his brother, “Damian, you know the implications that comes with how you left him. you know that, right?” he stated. Damian stared at Dick with no fear in his eyes, “everything changed for me when I met her... my beloved. I would kill for her if I had too.”

Bruce sat in his seat, proudly smirking at what his son said. Dick nodded, walking back to the couch as Damian stood up to go to his bedroom, “it’s only a matter of what before I make her mine so expect her to be around soon enough,” he told them.

a few weeks had passed since the incident with your classmate. since then, you had gotten clingier to Damian, not wanting to be at the end of the beating. Daimian had no issue in it, he was practically basking in the touches and side hugs you were giving him.

you and Damian had decided to head back to his place after school to get some studying done. Friday nights were usually reserved to studying at your place but Damian had offered to make you dinner at his place and study before watching a few movies.

you had never been over the Wayne manor before and frankly, you were kind of scared to run into his father. THE Bruce Wayne would most likely be in attendance and meeting the most powerful man in Gotham would probably scare anyone.

Damian unlocked the gate, quickly taking your backpack as you snuggled into his jacket. you were immediately welcomed by his butler, Alfred who offered to put both of you bags in the hallway so no one would step over them. you thanked him profusely, making Damian mutter to you that that’s why he was here. to serve you.

“so, what would you like to eat, beloved? I can make you anything you desire,” he boasted. you looked at the cookbook that was laid next to you and flipped through the first few pages, “this sounds nice,” you pointed to the plant based steak with veggies.

Damian quickly got to work, making the veggies first as he offered for you taste them every now and again. you would usually relay a kiss on his cheek as he finally got to cooking the steak. you couldn’t help but wonder how he got to be such a great cook, however; as he was finishing plating the food, you saw his father as well as you assumed were his brothers.

“uh Damian?” you mentioned, pointing to the three men who walked in. Damian sighed knowing that of course his brothers were going to come and annoy him, “who’s your friend?” Dick asked, putting his chin on his hand.

“this is ( your name ), my beloved,” he told them proudly. you were a bit taken back by the nickname he so easily used on you, “ahh, we’ve heard so much about you,” Tim continued, “she’s so pretty....she’s not like other girls,” Dick mocked.

your face felt a burning sensation as Bruce told his sons to be quiet, “nice to meet you ( your name ),” Bruce introduced, “welcome to the family,” you barely caught what he said as Damian excused the two of you to go up to his bedroom.

“your family is...nice,” you tried to say without sounding nervous. Damian rolled his eyes, “they’re bunch of idiots. that’s what they are,” he muttered, not bothering to look back at them.

once you got to his room, your mouth dropped a bit. you had never seen such a luxurious bedroom before. satin sheets, the coldest pillows, his bedroom could probably house a family if he really wanted too and the fact that this was his bedroom, you were taken back.

“wow, so this is how the rich and famous live?” you joked, sitting down on his bed. he shook his head, “all this means nothing to me...as long as you’re with me, I’d be the happiest person alive,” you stared at Damian, wondering if what he said was really true.

the two of you ate, mostly in silence as you tried to take what Damian had said. there had been rumors floating around Gotham Academy that Damian might’ve liked you. you tried to dispel the rumors, claiming that someone like you was no where near Damian’s type but now that you were hearing the words he was telling you, you were more keen on acting on his feelings.

after finishing dinner, he offered for you to join him on his bed to watch a movie. you had never actually gotten to hang out with Damian outside of school. since you were always so busy doing schoolwork and Damian always had things to take care of, as he put it, you two never relaxed together.

the aura in the room was cozy as he offered you a very expensive looking blanket to cover you up from the chilly air coming from his window. the movie the two of you picked was some random rom-com, it felt kind of stupid to be watching this kind of movie with Damian but at some point, you stopped paying attention to the movie and looked up to him.

“did you really mean what you said earlier?” you whispered to him. he gave you a confused look, “of course I did. would I ever lie to you?” he said back, kind of offended that you would even accuse him of lying.

you sat back up on the bed and turned to fix yourself as you finally gave him a kiss. Damian’s eyes widened, not expecting you to do that to him. regardless, he immediately pulled you on top of him and deepened the kiss by pushing you up against him.

Damian slid his hands in the back pocket of your skirt, finding it a bit confusing why the uniforms even had pockets on the skirts. he gripped your ass a bit, making you moan in surprise as Damian tried his hardest to contain himself but failing as he slipped his tongue into yours.

the two of you remained kissing for what felt like hours. you knew your lips were bound get bruised from the amount of tugging Damian was doing but by the time you pulled away, you could see the faintest of blushes appearing on Damian’s brown skin.

“wow, didn’t know you felt like that for me,” you muttered shyly. Damian chuckled, giving you a quick peck, “I have feelings you wouldn’t even begin to understand but one day....one day you will,” he replied.

you didn’t pay no mind to his reply as he had brought you down for another kiss. what you didn’t catch was the smirk playing on his face. he knew that once graduation came, there would already be a ring on that left ring finger and soon enough, you’d be baring his heirs.

the Wayne’s got what they wanted. it didn’t matter what they had to do to get it but what the Wayne’s wanted, they got.

#dc #dc comics #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne imagine

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presidentbungus · 3 years ago

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new fic😁 it‘s based off that one matt maltese song. you know the one. science party. everybody talks about dying and stuff.

copy pasted from beginning note: tw for allusions to suicide—technically they just give up and let the robots kill them (not depicted, just alluded to) and all of the emotional baggage that comes with that. tread carefully!

ao3

It took Scout twenty-six hours to come back, this time. Medic kept count. The wave stopped about twelve hours ago—they don’t have much time left until the next one, maybe. It’s never consistent. Sometimes it’s three hours and sometimes they get a week.

Engineer sits out on the roof, fingers intertwined with Medic’s, watching the stars. Scout came out of the respawn room red-faced and panting—he said he didn’t think he was gonna come back and kept sobbing about it, and then he collapsed on the tile. Medic deemed it exhaustion. While Scout got tended to Engie went down the stairs into the bowels of the respawn machine and found the little display and punched in the password and then it was off. When he walked back out Spy was there, waiting.

He said I can’t believe you of all people gave up this soon, and Engie didn’t know entirely what to say back to this, so he slapped Spy on the back and said it was a long way coming. I’m telling the team right now. And Spy looked over invisible glasses, frowned. Said nothing. Can never tell if the bastard’s disapproving of you or not.

Medic’s tired. He’s always tired, but now it’s visible in the lines on his face, the way his normally steel-bar posture faults and bends. He’s not happy about this—no one really is. Engie squeezes his wrist and Medic slowly wraps his arm around his shoulders, squeezing, and then brings him halfway onto his lap, sighing, still humming and muttering incomprehensible half-English under his breath. Never completely silent, even now. Drives his teammates to hell and back but Dell always found it endearing—always going, always always, even as the world caves in. Now it sorta makes his heart ache. He doesn’t want to think about it too much.

“It’s unfair,” Medic says, mumbling raising to normal speaking, and Dell looks up at his face, pecks him on the chin. “I think we should have gotten more time. It’s not fair.”

“It ain’t. It’s really not.”

“Are you…” Medic’s breath hitches, and he squeezes Engie a little tighter. “Are you sure we can’t keep fighting? Maybe we could�� just…”

“I… I wish we could.” How to say this? Confound it—goddamn the end of everything has to be so hard. “We didn’t think Scout was gonna come back, and I don’t… really wanna do that a second time. I… think if we die it… better be with the whole team. Feels right.”

“I don’t want to die.”

“I don’t either,” Engie says, “but… look. You remember the time we all thought we had tumors, right? With the bread ‘n stuff.”

“Of course.”

“And we spent the whole damn time trying to figure out how to undo it.”

Medic grunts, repetitively patting Engie’s shoulder. “We did figure it out—it wasn’t even a problem in the first place. Bread got the tumors, we didn’t.”

“But we only got that, like, three hours ‘fore we were supposed to die. That took us seventy hours, Doc. Just about all the time we had left. Spent the whole damn time trying to fix things we didn’t get to slow down and enjoy anything.”

“We lived. It’s important we tried to cure it.”

“Well—with this. Don’t you think we already tried enough?”

Medic hesitates.

“The answer’s a yes, by the way. Spent the last two years fighting my ass off constantly scared a buncha robots are gonna show up an’ end it. I’m just tired, Doc. I’m sorry. I wish I could—I wish it were worth it to keep going. But we ain’t living, not really.”

“I just wish we had more time.”

“We all do,” Engie says, and he sighs and he sinks into Doc and looks up at the stars. “I’m sorry. I think it’s better if we die we die together. Go out on our own terms, y’know.”

“Are we even going to fight it?”

“… I don’t know.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay.”

Engie reaches around Medic, takes his beer where it was resting against his back. It’s warm. It’s really nice outside, actually—all things considered. Perfectly clear, a little humid but not unmanageable. He polishes off the last of it and throws the bottle off the roof, hears it shatter on the ground. Normally he wouldn’t litter, but… well, it ain’t normal. He supposes it never will be again.

“I wish we knew how long we had left,” Medic says, quietly, looking at his lap.

“Well, we just gotta make every moment count, don’t we?” Already been twelve hours, maybe thirteen. Could be any minute now. Could be in five days. If he listens close he can hear maybe a motor in the distance, ominous and booming. Metal against metal. It can’t be that long.

But that doesn’t really matter—not right now. He sits against Medic, watching the stars twinkle, feeling his lungs move up and down. Might not be long but they’re still alive now and that’s what matters, and time might as well be stopped still.

“We should probably go inside,” Dell mutters—in the distance, from the watchtower, Sniper leaves his last post, ambling into the base with beer bottles slung from his hands. Nobody replaces him. Nobody’s going to replace him. There’s not much point in keeping watch anymore. “Demo wanted to do a big thing—last speeches, or something. I dunno.”

“I… would like to finish my beer first, at least.”

He’s stalling for time. Engie turns against him, laughs into his chest as Medic kisses him on the head. “I thought you hated it. What did you call it?“

“Watered-down urine, yes.”

“Shut up. We should go inside some point. You know what happens when Demo gets impatient.”

“His voice is seared into my mind,” Medic says, and he shivers dramatically and Dell kisses him on the cheek—then, like something lights up in his eyes, and he gets this big old grin on his face like he’s just won the lottery.

“Oh no,” Engie laughs. “What are you thinking?”

“I had an idea.”

“That’s not good.”

“Be quiet. Let’s go inside.”

He’s about to say something after that, but Medic plants a big kiss on his lips and sucks all the words right outta him.

Well, that just seals the deal. “Alrighty then,” he says, blushing like he—well, like he’s just been kissed by his favorite person in the whole damn world. “You lead the way.”

“Gladly.”

—

“Hey, honey?”

Medic doesn’t bother to look over—too busy fussing with his suit vest in the little vanity mirror he has in the corner of his room. “What do you need?“

“Can you… tie my tie for me?”

There’s the glare. Dell blinks and suddenly Doc’s across the room, gripping both ends of the tie with an amount of violence that could potentially lead to strangulation—but he softens, carefully undoes the sloppy knot Engie attempted, starts working on a new one. “I’ve told you one of these days you need to learn to do this,” Medic grumbles, a little laughter still clear in his voice.

“It’s romantic or something. Y’know. Last time I wear a tie and my husband did it,” he half-mumbles, and Dell looks at himself in the mirror. Spy dragged him along suit shopping some point a few years ago—when the teams were still fighting each other, and the robots didn’t exist, and Medic was just the creepy-in-a-devastatingly-handsome-way guy on the other team—and well Spy basically forced him to buy this powder-blue prom-king number and honestly he was a little onto something. Dell feels like a million bucks.

“And you just don’t know how to tie it,” Medic says, softly, “it’s alright to admit fault.” His suit’s got a tailcoat and it’s red, deep-deep red, pretty much the color of blood—and it’s velvet, too soft and gently shimmering, and Dell runs his hands up and down the sleeves, absentmindedly. Drop-dead gorgeous. Just like always. He might be he luckiest guy in the whole wide world.

Medic’s wearing one of his ties—blue, with little yellow wrenches. Engie stole one of Doc’s too. He’s pretty sure looking like this they could take on anything. “If you look at it right, it’s your fault,” Engie says. Medic finishes the knot, steps back to admire his work. He’s smiling. “Y’know. Whenever I gotta do it I can just come to you. Let me become dependent.”

“Maybe that was on purpose,” Medic says, face suddenly very grave, even though a smile tugs at his lips. “Now you can’t leave me because you need me too much.”

“Ooh, dastardly. Guess I have no choice but to stay with you now.” Dell offers his arm. Medic takes his hand, kisses it, and then they kiss on the lips, and then they pull away, hands slotted into each other’s like they were made to fit together. They stand like this for a bit, staring at themselves in the mirror.

“Shucks,” Dell mutters. Gosh do they look good.

Medic laughs, kissing him on the head, and he pulls him into a hug and squeezes hard as he can and mutters: “Are you ready?”

Dell can’t hardly breathe but he doesn’t mind. “As I’ll ever be, I reckon.”

—

The rec room’s already full when they get there—Pyro and Scout and Demo lay on the carpet, painting each other’s nails, and everyone else sits around the couch tied in their own little conversations. Everyone’s heads snap towards them as they enter, and Medic pulls Engie a little closer, grinning like he just got struck by lightning.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Demo says, absentmindedly, putting a second coat of blinding neon green on Scout’s nails. His own glimmer red in the low light of the fluorescents. “I feel underdressed.”

“It was Doc’s idea,” Dell laughs. “Blame him.”

“Took you long enough to get ready. Finished Pyro’s nails and almost got done with Scout’s by the time you got here.”

Pyro shows their hands—still gloved, but pastel pink polish rests on the fingertips.

“It’s real pretty, Py,” Engie says, and they make a delighted noise and roll over on their stomach. “Was there a reason we were supposed to come here? Or are we just supposed to look at Demo’s work and stand here.”

“Fruits,” Scout adds, after Dell finishes speaking.

Medic snorts. “Says the boy getting his nails painted.”

“… Fair enough.”

Demo finishes with Scout’s pinkie, looking at it, and then he triumphantly slams the brush down in the bottle and stands up. “Someone get ‘em some… wine or something. Now’s good a time as ever.”

Soldier suddenly materializes behind them, cramming a bottle into each of their hands.

Medic looks at him with distaste, lip twitching. “Danke, Soldier.”

“The beer’s not that bad, honeybee.”

“You don’t know what real beer tastes like,” Medic says, and then he goes over and plunks down next to Heavy on the couch.

Engie follows after him. “I resent that,” he says, sitting in his lap, cozying up against the velvet. “Do ya think that—“

“You’re going to ruin your suit doing that,” says the smoky spot of air in the corner.

Medic grunts disapprovingly. “I did not ask for your opinion, Spy.”

Spy does not respond.

“Heavy thinks Doctor is pretty tonight.”

Medic tilts his head. “And…?”

“And Engineer is alright as well.”

Heavy gets punched in the chest for this, and everyone laughs.

Demo stands and ambles over to Sniper and sits down next to him, tossing an arm over his shoulders and intertwining their legs. “God,” he says, and everyone looks at him, and Sniper looks a little dizzy. “I’m gonna miss you lot.”

Sniper lets out a halfhearted “hear-hear” and everyone else follows.

“May our death be fast and not painful,” Heavy says, thrusting his bottle into the air, and they drink to this.

Spy stands up. “May our respective passages to hell be swift and convenient.” They drink to this too.

“Mmrph-hmprh,” Pyro says, and everyone applauds even though no one’s really sure what they say.

“See you blokes in hell,” Sniper says. “I’m gonna find you guys if it kills me.” He tips his bottle. “Well, again.”

“Don’t worry, guys, I’m gonna stay hot in the afterlife,” Scout says, and everyone groans so he tacks on a: “Also I’ll miss you guys or whatever jeez.”

Everybody drinks to this. For a moment, it’s quiet, til Demo sits up and says: “Solly, you’re good at speeches. I know you got somethin’ planned. Let us hear it.”

Soldier pauses for a long time, and slouches, and then all of a sudden he goes rigid, sniffling, and he—and then he takes off his helmet, revealing an incredibly neat buzz cut, and everyone stares at him. “Men, we have fought hard and well.” An hour ago he was screaming about surrender and then Demo took him into a side room for a few minutes—one has to wonder what exactly happened to him. “I always dreamed of going out this way. Surrounded by good men, fellow soldiers… and, dare I say, friends. I… love all of you. May the flame that burns bright in all of our hearts not be extinguished, even in death.”

Everyone drinks, and Demo starts clapping, and everyone else joins.

“To whatever comes after,” Medic hollers, and everyone hurrahs.

Engie stands up and grins, and everyone smiles back at him, and he feels like he’s looking down off a cliff into the sea—infinite, unknowable nothing, and he doesn’t know if there’s anything there but by god he’s gonna make there be something there.

“To us,” he says, and he gets a thousand to us’s back, and he grins wide as the sun as everyone grins back at him.

In anywhere between an hour and five days the robots will show up, marching their unforgiving rhythm, and they will not survive. For now, though, they are still a team—still strong, forged in the fires of hell. Still together. That’s what matters.

#tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #eveeyone’s here LOL #science party #bungus fics #tf2

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years ago

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Now is when the FUN STUFF begins !!! -Danny

Words: 3,431

Phase Four Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘I Wanna Tell You’ -by Eli Lev

xxv: A Bunch Of ‘Ifs’

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, just got here."

"You busy?"

Cat hung her jacket next to the door and made her way to the living room. "What's going on, Pete?"

He took a deep breath. "We didn't get in."

"What? None of you?"

"No."

"What the fuck?" She scoffed. "That has to be illegal!"

"It's my fault, Cat..."

"No, of course it isn't..." she checked her watch. "Let's have lunch together, yes? My treat."

"You're broke, C."

"So what? You're broke too."

He let out a breathy chuckle. "I'll be there in twenty."

When Peter arrived he was carrying a pint of ice cream, it was their favorite.

"Come, tough guy..."

"Can I say something mean?"

"As long as it's not about me," she joked.

"It kinda is..."

"You hate Beck and you're glad I killed him?" She tried not to smile.

"Oh God, it sounds terrible... I'm so glad you said it."

Cat chuckled. "Anytime, buddy. Where's Ned?"

"He went to his place to tell his parents."

"MJ's still at work?" He nodded. "Here," she handed him a plate. "Enjoy."

Peter looked down at the sandwich in front of him. He laughed. "You remember!"

"You remembered the ice cream," she pointed out. "My friend Harley bought me a sandwich once— it fucking sucked. I was glad to discover not every sandwich was good, it meant ours were special. It's something silly but—"

"I don't think it's silly."

"Well, you're the same age I was then..."

"Ouch?"

"Eat your sandwich, boy."

Peter took a bite, he looked so young and innocent, Cat wanted to storm into the MIT and set it on fire. Tony had donated scholarships for the whole student body, and now they had the audacity to reject his best trainee!

"Tell you what. Fuck MIT, we'll find something better."

Peter swallowed the food and frowned. "Better than MIT?"

"Don't say it like that," she flicked his forehead. "But we'll worry about that later, today we eat sandwiches and ice cream, and I'll even sing karaoke with you. Let's forget about the world... until MJ's free and takes over."

Peter cleaned his mouth. "I'm here to ask you a favor, actually."

"Oh," she didn't know why Peter thinking of her as a resource instead of a shoulder to cry on disappointed her. "Yeah, sure. Tell me."

"Mysterio tricked us because he pretended to be from another reality, right?"

"Right."

"Well that might not be real, but magic is— actual magic," he leaned forward. "Why don't we use what Mysterio pretended to have?"

She tilted her head. "You wanna visit Strange?"

"Can you take me to him?"

"Why me? I know don't know him any better than you do."

"Yeah but you're older, so he won't dismiss my idea if you tag along?"

"I don't know... I'm not exactly a trustworthy gal right now, remember?"

"C'mon, C.C..."

"Your pouting won't convince me."

"I bought your favorite ice cream!"

"It's your favorite too!"

"I invited your crush to the party," he added, a shit-eating grin on his face. "And by the looks of it, you should be grateful."

Cat remembered the marks on her neck, she flicked him on the forehead again. "Have some respect for your superior!"

"The only superior thing about you is height," Peter laughed at her anger. "Okay, I'm sorry. But you can't tell me you're not glad I called Mr. Murdock yesterday, you guys look good together! A very handsome, mature couple."

"Thanks, but I'm still not dating Matt."

"Oh," he frowned, "really?"

"I don't know what he wants— I don't even know what I want from this... so yeah, baby steps." He looked disappointed, she didn't want him to think his efforts had been in vain. "What I'm saying is that we're just having fun... Jeez, I'm not sure we should be talking about this." She concluded flustered.

"It's fine," he reassured her.

"A tiny wee baby like you shouldn't be listening to my shenanigans—"

"Go to hell," Peter pushed her away laughing, she'd missed having a one-on-one chat with him.

Their domestic ways, the food breaks talking about everything at once. She was glad those hadn't changed much after all that'd happened. The little things, just like Harley had told her.

"Ugh— fine! Stop looking at me with your puppy eyes," she pushed her chair away from the table. "Let's pay Strange a visit."

Peter beamed. "Thank you."

A low meowing was heard from her window, they turned to see Felix and one of his friends enter her apartment.

"Oh, you have cats!" The boy went to greet them.

"Those aren't mine," she pointed out.

Peter stopped. "Oh."

"You can touch them if you want, they come here often. Felix more than the rest."

"Felix?" He questioned.

"The one that's rubbing against your leg like you dipped it in catnip."

The boy crouched and began scratching behind the creature's ears. "Do you know where they come from?"

"Most of them are stray," she picked up the other, a tabby cat that was also a regular visitor. "I don't know what attracts them, they act like I'm their mom."

"D'you think it has to do with your mutant genes?"

"Maybe," she shrugged.

"So this means you like them now, right?"

"I love them," Cat wasn't being sarcastic when she'd answered, the small felines had grown on her. "You should get one, they're really sweet."

"Can I take Felix?" He cooed, picking the animal by the armpits to kiss his forehead.

Cat frowned. "No."

"So how did MJ and Ned take the news?"

"Well, they said they don't blame me, and that we'll figure it out."

"I think we got lucky with the friends we got, I don't know what we would've done hadn't been for Ned and MJ."

"And Pietro."

The weather was cold, she didn't want to add "sad" to it. "Him too..."

Peter nudged her arm gently. "How are you holding up?"

She let out a chuckle. "I've been so busy that I haven't had the chance to sit and think about him. Matthew says we learn to live with our grief... I guess he's right, but I'm not there yet."

"Does he know you're Copycat?"

She grimaced. "I can't tell you why, but he met me as Copycat first."

"So he didn't have to go through the ordeal of finding out your identity?"

"Nothing but honesty between us."

"Is that why you like him?"

"Nah. I just think he's hot."

Peter snorted. "Tony would be proud."

"Going back to partners knowing the truth... MJ and Ned know how Pietro died? Does she even know his real name?"

"Yeah, she asked a few weeks ago," Peter stopped her from crossing the street, the light was green and she hadn't noticed. "Took her to his grave so she could say goodbye. I would've invited you but... I thought it'd put you through some unnecessary ache."

"You're right. I can talk about him with you cause you knew him... but to anyone else? It's impossible." Cat wrapped her jacket tighter around her body, she needed to get a new one but couldn't bring herself to throw away her brother's clothes.

"C, it's not even that cold..." Peter pointed out worryingly. "Let's get you a coffee—"

"I'm anxious. I always get cold when I'm this way."

"What?" He slowed his pace.

"It's fine, just keep walking."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but it'd be best to change the subject, maybe."

"Er, sure," Peter looked around. "So Matt and you— was yesterday the first time something happened between you?"

Cat smiled a little. "It depends on what you consider as something."

"I'm talking about kissing... and stuff."

She snorted. "Yeah, it was the first time."

"I liked Kurt a lot. I get why he's your best friend."

"Really?"

"Yeah, straightforward and smart. Though his morals are far better than yours."

"Did he tell you how we found each other after all those years?"

"He was hunting you down," Peter grinned. "Makes sense that he's your best friend, sounds about right when it comes to you."

They spent the next thirty minutes talking about the party and jobs for Cat once this was all over. She was thinking of working as a bartender at Josie's since it would keep her afloat or maybe working as a security guard somewhere.

"Okay, question," Peter said, they'd almost reached Strange's home. "If the blip hadn't happened—"

"I hate those questions, Pete," she complained.

"Wait until I finish!" He pressed. "What career would you have studied?"

"I remember saying I would've liked to be a teacher..." She looked at the ground, deep in thought.

"What kind?"

"Elementary school," she couldn't help the laughter that left her. "You can't picture me working in a classroom full of children, right?"

He chuckled. "Doesn't really suit you now."

"What would?"

Peter tilted his head a little as if trying to place her somewhere in his mind. "Security sounds about right. Maybe a police officer?"

"Disgusting."

"A detective?"

"Now you're talking," she grinned. "I'd be a pretty good detective. I can change appearance at will, I know how to use every weapon on this planet, I speak multiple languages..."

"So you would've gone to Quantico," he said. "We would've seen each other once a month, maybe two..."

"Ned, MJ, and you would've developed some crazy project on your first semester and you'd be hoarding all the scholarships..."

"Tony and Happy would've bragged about you at every party..."

"C'mon, Tony liked you more than he ever liked me."

"Doubt that."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "I told Matt that the reason why I wanted to bring everyone back, was that you deserved to be the hero we all knew you could be." Peter stared at her, he smiled tearfully. "I needed you more than you needed me. These last few months had done nothing but confirm that."

"You don't know that for sure, Copy."

She laughed dryly. "You're right." They restarted their walk, but she decided to add a final note to their conversation. "I'm not happy, Peter, but sometimes I look back and feel lucky, that hadn't happened before. I have memories of sweet, innocent love, and that's gotten me through bad days..."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I have a pretty good 'if' when it comes to you," she concluded.

"If?" He inquired without understanding.

"There is a timeline where Thanos never won. We grow up together, and we get that white picket fence and all the dogs."

"And cats," he added.

"And cats," she agreed.

The entrance was covered in a thick layer of snow. Two people were shoveling it off the floor but it wasn't making much of a difference.

"Hi? I'm uh..."

"The most famous person in the world," a man walked out of a portal with two suitcases and a bag. "I know. Wong. Try not to slip, we don't have liability insurance."

He walked through the portal again leaving the room for a moment, Peter moved forward carefully. "All this for a holiday party?"

"No," Wong walked back in, the portal closed behind him. "One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia— a blizzard blasted through."

"Remind me to call before visiting," Cat shivered.

"This isn't a constant recurrence here—"

"It happened because someone forgot to cast a monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight." Strange came flying down the stairs, stopping next to Wong.

"That's right. He did. Because he forgot I now have higher duties—"

"Higher duties?"

"The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes."

"Wait, we thought you were the sorcerer supreme," Peter pointed at Strange.

"No, he got it on a technicality because I blipped for five years..."

"Oh, well— congratulations!"

"If I'd been here then—"

"You would've burned the place down," Wong interrupted. "You two, no one said stop shoveling!" The man left to talk to the other two people.

"So, Peter and—" Strange tilted his head. "Copycat. Right?"

"Call me Cat."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Peter looked at her and she encouraged him to speak. "We're really sorry to bother you, Sir—"

"Please, we saved half of the universe together, I think we're beyond you calling me Sir."

"Okay. Uh... Stephen."

"...That feels weird but I'll allow it."

"Uh... when Mysterio revealed my identity... my entire life got screwed up and I was wondering if— I don't know if this would actually work but I was wondering if... maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?"

Strange looked at them intently. "Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives— you wanna do it again now because yours got messy?"

"No, this isn't about me— I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My aunt May, Happy, my best friend, my girlfriend—"

"Oh yes, I saw that on the news," Strange looked at her. "How are you not in prison?"

"I've been hiding, thank you for asking," she replied. "But he's talking about someone else."

"Oh?" He frowned.

"Can we focus, please?" Peter interrupted. "My loved ones' lives got ruined just because they know me and Cat's a fugitive but she's done nothing wrong!"

"Shooting at someone until they're dead is doing something wrong."

"He almost killed Peter!"

"Look, I am so sorry, but even if I wanted to, I don't have the time stone anymore."

Peter took a moment to process it. "That's right..." he looked up again, with a feeble attempt of a smile. "I'm... really sorry if I wasted your time."

"No, you didn't," Strange told him with total sincerity.

"Just... forget about it."

Wong showed up again, he seemed to be going somewhere cause he had even more suitcases. "He will. He's very good at forgetting things."

"Wong," Strange pointed at him. "You've actually generated a good idea."

"What?"

"The runes, of Kof-Kol."

"The runes of Kof-Kol?" Peter asked in awe.

"What's that?" Cat inquired.

"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting," Strange smiled. "Won't turn back time, but people will forget you were ever Spider-man."

"Seriously?"

"No. Not seriously," Wong interrupted. "That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous."

Strange rolled his eyes. "We've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?"

"No?"

"Exactly."

The young heroes looked at the men expectantly.

"C'mon, Wong," Strange sighed. "Haven't they been through enough?"

Wong looked at them. "Just leave me out of this."

"Fine." Strange spoke to Copy. "He wants people to forget he's Spider-man, you'd like people to forget Copycat?"

"Not really," she shrugged. "I'll be alright."

"Well we're already here, I can help you if you want."

Cat thought about it. "Make them forget I killed Mysterio?"

"That'd be easy enough," he hummed. "Follow me."

She just had to stand there while Strange did all the work. When he finished, she stepped aside.

"That was easy," Peter had a weird expression on his face. "What?"

"Nothing... I just spaced out for a moment... are we doing the spell now?"

Cat looked back at Strange, he winked at her. "Good?"

Cat hadn't thought of leaving Peter out, she should've been more specific, but at least this way her name was clean, and Peter's burden of knowing she'd killed someone for him was all gone.

"So what is this place?"

"The Sanctum built at the intersection of cosmic energy currents. We weren't the first to seek them out. Some of these walls are thousands of years old— and they shot an episode of The Equalizer here in the 80s," he added with a grin.

"Well, I um— really appreciate you doing this for me, sir."

"Don't mention it... and don't call me sir," he smiled.

"Right. Sorry." Peter chuckled.

"You're a lot more fun than I remembered," Cat pointed out.

"Thank you?" Strange replied without looking away from the spell. "I'd say you're less annoying, but I'm not sure..."

"I'm annoying in a different way."

He looked at Peter. "You ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Nice knowing you, Spider-man."

"E-Excuse me?" Peter blinked.

"The entire world's about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-man... Including me and Cat."

"What!"

"Everyone?" Peter approached Strange, Cat following close. "Uh— can't some people still know?"

"That's not how the spell works," Strange shook his head. "And it's very difficult and dangerous to change it mid-casting..."

"So my girlfriend's just gonna forget everything we've been through?" Peter asked. "I mean, is she even gonna be my girlfriend?"

"That depends, was she your girlfriend just because you were Spider-man, or..?"

"Well I mean, I don't know— I really hope not!"

"I don't wanna forget Peter! I'm just getting used to him again!" She complained.

"I don't want Cat to forget me, we just made peace!"

"All right, fine!" Strange started a new spell. "Everyone in the world is gonna forget that you're spider-man except your girlfriend and Copycat."

"Thank you so much— Oh my god, Ned! Ned!" Peter shook her shoulder.

"What is a Ned?" Strange frowned.

"He's my best friend so it's really important to me that Ned knows—"

"I mean, is he really that necessary?" Cat tilted her head.

"C!"

"You could just tell him later, what's the big deal?"

"He'd forget everything about the last few years of our lives! You want him to forget Pietro?"

"Oh," Cat frowned. "Yeah, he has to remember."

"Okay! Let's not change the parameters of this spell anymore while I'm casting it!"

"Okay, okay I'm done. I swear I'm done..." Peter grimaced. "But my aunt May should really know—"

"Peter stop tampering with the spell!" Strange warned him.

"When she found out I was it was really messy—"

"I still remember the screaming..." Cat agreed.

"Yeah, and I don't think I could go through that again... so my aunt May?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, thank you..." he looked at her. "Happy?"

"No, I'm annoyed," Strange replied.

"No, it's a nickname Harol 'Happy' Hogan— he used to work for Mr. Stark and he kinda adopted C.C. so he became sort of close with me too—"

"Could you stop talking?" The circles of spells around them began to quiver, Cat held onto the boy's arm.

"This doesn't look good—"

The floor cracked under her feet. Peter seized her just in time. Around them, walls began to disappear and gave way to some kind of purple dimension.

"Basically everyone that knew that I was spider-man before should still know!" The boy insisted.

Cat used her claws to hold onto him. He cried out in pain, but she managed to put one hand over his mouth. "Take it back, Strange! Take it back!"

The man pulled the circles of light, he compacted them until the floor and walls were back in place and the world was no longer shaking. The young heroes landed on solid ground and she let go of his face, Peter looked at her with hurt.

"Ouch."

She looked down at the scratches on his arm. "Sorry, I freaked out."

Peter looked at Strange. "Did it work?"

"No," Strange growled. "You changed my spell... six times..."

"Five times—"

"You changed my spell! You don't do that! I told you, and that is why!" He pointed at the rings. "The spell was completely out of control, if I hadn't shut it down something catastrophic could have happened!"

"Stephen listen, I am so so—"

"Call me sir!"

"...sorry, sir."

"Aaand you're back to being scary," Cat stepped back. "Okay, no one got hurt, right? We're sorry... man, that was terrifying."

Strange rubbed his forehead. "After everything we've been through together somehow I always forget you're just a kid... both of you."

Cat shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she wanted to object she wasn't a child but... Perhaps she was a child, at least whenever she was around her ex-boyfriend.

"Look, Parker, the problem is not Mysterio. It's you, trying to live two different lives— and the longer you do that, the more dangerous it becomes. Believe me. I'm so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college but if they rejected you and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there's nothing else you can do."

"When you say 'convince them'... you mean like I could've called them?" Peter frowned.

"Yeah."

"I could do that?"

Strange tilted his head. "You haven't called?"

"Well I mean I got their letter and I assumed that was—"

"I'm sorry," Strange moved the stone table aside. "Are you telling me that you didn't even think to plead your case with them first before you asked me to brainwash the entire world?"

Peter gulped. "Well, I mean when you put it like that—"

"Why didn't you stop him before coming here?" Strange looked at her threateningly.

"Perhaps I should start by saying I didn't finish high school, so I had no idea he could do that either?" she smiled guiltily.

Strange was done. "Get out— before I decide to brainwash you into forgetting you have superpowers cause you're a hazard to society!"

"Weren't you the one who decided that the best way to defeat Thanos was by killing half of the universe first?"

Strange lifted his hand and closed it as if he wanted to strangle her. "Out!"

"At least we got my problem fixed..."

"What? What problem?"

"Nevermind that," she smiled. "Are you gonna call MIT?"

He began searching through his contacts. "Hey, Cat, thank you so much for coming, you didn't have to..."

"No, I'm actually grateful you called, it's nice to know you still trust me as a friend and as Copycat."

"We're a team, right?" He smiled.

"Totally. Anyway, good luck with your stuff, I should get back to mine," she wrinkled her nose. "I need to look for a job."

"See ya!"

Her phone buzzed and she checked her texts. It was Matthew. She smiled and put her phone away without replying. Copycat was free to roam the city.

The blue and white suit covered her body, and the mask concealed her face. Cat changed her hair from brown to silver, and her eyes turned purple.

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qtlibehsun · 4 years ago

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why can’t you be mine?

pairing: dream / clay x f!reader [angst]

summary: dream has to sit back and watch as the girl he loves is taken by his best friend

warnings: lots of cursing

word count: 1.1k

Clay had never been this angry. He almost felt like the mouse may have been broken due to the intense hold he had on it. Why? Well, there was George, his best friend, flirting with Y/N. His Y/N. Red was tainting his vision and he had the sudden urge to sock his friend in the face. What was he thinking?

He thought he was being rational. Even though Clay hadn’t expressed it, he thought it had been pretty obvious to the British boy that he had strong feelings for the girl. But to his mistake, George was unaware.

“So… Y/N,” George had started over the microphone. “What’re you doing this Friday night?” Clay felt his blood rush to his head instantly.

“Nothing. Why?” He could practically hear the blush in your timid voice.

“Well that new restaurant just opened. Did you maybe want to go check it out? With me?”

The blonde rolled away from his computer screen, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Please say no. Please Y/N. Fuck, say no.

“I’d love to George.”

His head fell in his hands, a thickness growing in his throat and a tightness in his chest.

“Oh, thank god Y/N. Sorry it’s just I really like you that’s all.”

What was George doing? Did he forget he was there? Why was he admitting these feelings to her when the man who loved her unconditionally was sitting right there, his heart slowly being torn it two.

“It’s fine George,” you laughed, although it had never left such a distasteful feeling in Clay’s chest. “I like you too.” And that was the breaking point for him.

“Hey, you do know I’m still here right.” He had bitterly, snapped, his growing rage slowly consuming him.

“Oh! Dream! Shit I’m sorry man I forgot you were here,” George had laughed from the other side of the call.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll leave you to it,” Clay had grumbled as he abruptly quit the voice chat.

Never in his entire life had he wanted to grab his best friends head and shove it so far up someone’s ass. He was fuming. Just two days ago he was talking about how beautiful this other girl was, and now he was asking his girl out.

It was wrong. He couldn’t love her like he could. Clay didn’t consider himself as a selfish or possessive person, but Y/N was different. She stayed up late and called him some nights when he was upset. Always said good morning too him, and good night. Heck, she even baked his mother banana bread when they first met.

Clay’s mother had adored Y/N. And so had his sister, and brother, and his entire family for that matter. He knew she was the one then.

And now that British son of a bitch George was whisking her away for a date on Friday night. He felt hopeless. He should’ve tried harder; he should’ve told her he liked her. Told her how funny she was, how generous she was, how utterly beautiful she was.

Tears started to prick at his eyes and blur his vision. You will not cry Clay. Fuck don’t you dare fucking cry.

“Fucking fuck,” He whimpered as he ran from his chair and into the kitchen. “Fuckity fuck, fuck fucking hell.” The tears started to fall as he rapidly searched for some water. He felt hopeless, defeated, crying over a girl like this. Grow up.

He was halfway through chugging his water when his phone rung. He ignored it not being in the mood to talk to anyone now, but nonetheless checked his phone to see who it was.

1 Missed call from Y/N.

1 New Text Message from George: Dream? Are you okay man?

Clay almost growled. Fuck off George.

He was sending daggers into the blue light of his screen when Y/N’s caller ID graced the screen again. He instantly picked up out of habit, cursing himself a second after. Just stay quiet Clay, she’ll leave you alone eventually.

“Clay?” Her soft voice pierced his ears. “Are you there?” He couldn’t help himself.

“Yeah, I’m here Y/N.”

“Oh, thank god! What’s wrong? Why’d you leave like that?”

He sighed loudly, the noise not missing Y/N’s ears. “Nothing’s wrong, Y/N/N. I’m just tired that’s all.”

Y/N awkwardly giggled from the other end of the phone, “Clay, come on, I know something is up, please tell me. You tell me everything, I’m worried.”

The tears started to come back. I know. But I can’t tell you this. “Seriously, I’m fine.” Please just drop it. Please.

“Clay…”

“Stop saying my name like that, please. Please just stop,” he cried, his hand firmly plastered in the roots of his hair

It was quiet on the other end for a bit.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise. If I had known I would’ve talked to him in private,” she said, finally catching onto what he was implying, stumbling over her words.

“No. It’s fine,” He choked, loudly too. She would’ve heard that as well. “Look Y/N, I can’t complain, I didn’t do anything about it. I don’t want to get in the way of anything, our friendship or George’s. We live in different countries anyway, so I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She was quiet, of course she was, what was she meant to say.

“Can we please just drop it?” He asked desperately. Sure, he loved her, deeply loved her, but losing his friendship with her and not being able to talk to her at all would hurt a lot more than seeing her with George. He was a twenty-one-year-old man, he could suck it up and move on. And fuck it would sting, and kill him to see George hold her, and kiss her, and love her, when that’s all he wanted to do, but he’d just have to suck it up.

“Okay. I’m sorry Clay. Please call me or text me if you need anything. I love you.”

“Fuck. I love you.” He knew he shouldn’t have said it. She meant it platonically and him romantically, but he had to say it, he just had to. It wasn’t fair but god he had to tell her.

She hung up.

He threw his fist against the counter and left his house in to sit in his car, fuming, the need to hit something arising in his chest. His steering wheel took a beating over the next couple of minutes. He felt like a child.

Two weeks later Clay was crying on the floor of his shower, his head in his hands. His phone lay open on the bath matt outside, a leaked photo of George and Y/N holding hands, kissing, in a booth at a restaurant.

#mcyt #dream #dreamwastaken #dream x reader #dreamwastakenxreader #mcyt dream #dream imagines #dreamscenario #dreamwastakenimagine #mcyt angst

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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The bullies of the future (Matthew Gray Gubler/Reader)

Prompt: Imagine school in 300 years

Word count: 2,8K

Summary: Matthew starts rambling about the future over dinner. How do you think school will be in the future... will there be bullies... will our kids be bullied. All the questions reader has no idea how to answer.

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: mention of bulling and cursing

Masterlist

- “I'm just saying, when we have kids, they are going to be homeschooled”- Matthew kept stirring the pot and (Y/N) continued chopping veggies, like what they were talking about was no big deal at all.

Of course, 'cos you and your boyfriend of seven years just happen to talk about your future together every once in... seven years, apparently. And it had to happen casually as you cooked dinner together.

So, (Y/N) took a deep breath and played it cool.

- “Home school? you wanna get our kids tutors?”

- “No, no! god no!”- he made a pause and analyzed the idea- “Well, maybe... I don't trust my math, but I was thinking maybe we could both be in charge of their education.”

Matthew was talking about it like it wasn't a big deal. It was: "Which topping do you want on your pizza today, by the way, let's have kids and homeschool them together!". No biggie, right?

- “Other than the fact we were both bullied in school, why do you want to keep them in our little house bubble all day?”- (Y/N) made her best to sound as casual and cool as possible, though she was freaking out inside.

- “'Cos school sucks”- Matthew simply replied, and both of them fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

- “I wonder what school will like in 300 years”- Gubler was thinking out loud, and (Y/N) found herself staring at the ceiling analyzing the idea.

- “I bet it will still suck”- she added and heard him chuckle.

- “And of course, aliens will be the teachers”- he stated and nodded at his own words- “Maybe they can "ET" us, and put all the knowledge inside our brain just with a finger on our forehead.”

- “So you wanna be fingered by an alien in school?”- (Y/N) looked at her boyfriend and frowned pretending to be confused, but making her best not to laugh. He, on the other hand, was laughing so hard she was sure the whole neighborhood could listen.

- “When you put it in those words... I don't know... maybe if they are hot aliens...”

- “I hope they are cool aliens, not the ones who always try to blow up Earth, or end with humankind”

Gubler stared at his girlfriend, she was taking the dough she had already made and had to rest, and started getting ready to prepare their pizza.

- “Is the salsa ready, Gub?”- he nodded and turned off the stove.

- “Do you think there will be bullies in school 300 years in the future?”- the tone of his voice was a little more serious, (Y/N) noticed it right away. Maybe that's where all the homeschooling idea was coming from.

- “It's more likely, people are and will be assholes forever, why?”- he shrugged and moved to the kitchen island, holding the pot with the tomato sauce he had prepared (it was his own personal recipe, and he was proud of it. It might or may not be taken from (Y/N)'s mom, but that was a fight he was never going to quit).

- “Hon, you know you can't keep kids in a bubble just to stop them from being hurt”

- “I know”- he whispered and focused on (Y/N)'s hand kneading the dough. Somehow, cooking with her felt like a place he could hide in.

If he was honest - which he was in his mind, but no as verbally as people might think- he could spend the rest of his life eating everything and anything that she cooked for him. He could gain a hundredth pounds, and he wouldn't care, he loved her home cooking, 'cos it was in fact, his home.

They had been seven years together, and he was now all of a sudden talking about kids. He didn't understand where that thought was coming from, but he knew he was sure she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It wasn't something he had to think about, it was something he felt on the inside every morning when she was the first thing he saw, as soon as he opened his eyes.

- “Wanna talk about what this is really about?”- her words took him from his thoughts, but he shook his head in silence- “Then pick a movie, I'll put the pizza in the oven and we'll be ready in twenty minutes.”

Matthew picked the original Carrie movie for their Saturday lazy date night, and they cuddled on their couch to watch it eating their homemade pizza. They chatted about all their favorite scenes and laughed at the poor special effects, but by the end of it, after an obscene amount of food and a bottle and a half of red wine, Matthew couldn't shake the bully's thoughts away.

- “Would you go all Carrie with your high school bullies if you could?”- his voice was a soft whisper as (Y/N) turned off the tv and the screen went black.

- “I don't think so... I wanted to when I was in school, but I don't think I care so much right now... although who knows what might happen if I get to see one of those assholes again”

The girl turned to her boyfriend, her legs laid on his lap as he sat next to her, covered with the same blanket. He knew he had to admit it, but there was a part of him that kept thinking maybe if he didn't talk about it, it hadn't happened.

- “I bumped into one of my bullies today”- he looked down at his hands, playing with a napkin as he spoke. He didn't want to turn his eyes to her 'cos he knew she would be scared and concerned. Which she was. She couldn't believe something like that had actually happened.

Matthew openly talked about his bullying experience in school in a positive and inspiring way, to help people under the same kind of situation face it and overcome it. But he never let anyone close enough to his trauma so they could understand how bad things had been for him. And it had been bad. The fact no one could call him "Matt", though it was the "go-to" nickname for Matthew was just the tip of that iceberg.

(Y/N) knew most of it after all that time, that's why it shocked her to know her boyfriend had bumped into someone from that dark era of his life.

- “Who?”

- “Chris Sanders...”- Gubler wished he could forget that name, but it was not possible. He didn't have an eidetic memory like his character Reid, but the trauma of years of bullying wasn't easy to erase.

- “Where?”

- “At a coffee shop this morning when I was out getting groceries... it was weird”

- “I bet it was”- (Y/N) moved closer to her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheeks several times- “Do you want me to kill him? ask me to kill for you, Gubler, please do”

She joked and managed to make him chuckle. But it only lasted for a second.

- “I know I have to be the bigger man, but I couldn't”

- “You don't have to be anything, honey”- (Y/N) leaned to him and kissed his cheek a few times. Matthew closed his eyes and sighed, the sensation of her lips against his skin was enough to relax him. But the memories he had buried were too clear in his head now, and there wasn't much he could do to wipe them off.

- “He put me in a fucking locker every day for a whole year”- Gubler closed his eyes tighter and held his breath for a few seconds.

- “Son of a bitch!”- just thought of her boyfriend going through that torture as a kid, hurt (Y/N) deeper than she could explain. She would give anything and everything she had, to travel back in time and kick those mother fucker's bully asses.

- “And today, he approached me like we were long lost friends”- Matthew scoffed- “Can you believe that? he walked to me and hugged me yelling "Matt" like I should be surprised and happy to bump into him!”

- “That asshole! and what did you do?”

- “I didn't know what to do, so I panicked and stayed still for a second, and he continued talking and talking about how great he was doing, and how he had seen me on tv, and... I tried to get my coffee and run away, but one thing he said just... made me snap.”

- “What did he say?”- (Y/N) whispered. Matthew sighed and looked down at his hands. Somehow, he felt guilty about what had happened, somehow he felt responsible for being mean to someone who had been cruel to him for years.

- “He said he saw an interview of me thanking every bully for being mean to me, 'cos they made me who I am today...”- Gubler whispered every word, and (Y/N) held his hands, trying to make him feel safe.

- “You did say that, I remember”

- “Yeah, but I was trying to be a positive... he just...”

Matthew was struggling with his words. He was trying to clear his head, but he was so mad, so upset, so... angry with himself for accepting the abuse for so many years, he couldn't think straight.

- “Hey, hey!”- (Y/N) leaned and kissed the tip of his nose- “I'm here, you are home, everything is ok, so come back”- she smiled at him and watched him smile shyly.

- “Yeah... I'm here”- he moved closer to her, and slowly rested his head on her shoulder. (Y/N) instinctively wrapped her arms around his body, and held him close to her, protecting him from his thoughts.

The couple stayed in silence for a few minutes. Matthew didn't want to make a big deal out of the whole thing, but deep down inside, he had bottled up so many feelings, he was having a hard time hiding them from his girlfriend.

- “He said I owe him”- Gubler murmured so quietly, (Y/N) barely heard him. He was hidden in the crook of her neck, trying to focus only on the smell of her skin instead of all the thoughts that kept hunting his mind.

- “What?”- his girlfriend whispered and clenched her fists behind his back. Of all the things she could have imagined that asshole telling her boyfriend, "you owe me" wasn't one of it. It wasn't even in the top 10. "I'm sorry I was a mother fucker with you back in high school" was something he should have said, but "You owe me"? only a real sociopath could make such sick joke.

- “And I... just... snapped”- Gubler bit his lips as he moved and stared at (Y/N), his puppy eyes were so apologetic, it made her feel he was indeed apologizing to her for something bad he had done.

(Y/N)'s hands caressed his cheeks as she smiled at him kindly. Whatever he had done - even it that included beating the shit out of that asshole - she knew he meant no harm. Matthew was a pacific guy, he wouldn't get mad, he would always be nice to everybody, even with people who were annoying or rude.

- “Gub, whatever happened, he totally asked for it”- she reassured him.

- “Yeah...”- but still, he didn't say a word

- “Did you hit him?”- he shook his head and sighed

- “I should have, though”- his voice was a whisper again.

- “Yeah, he deserved it... actually, let's google that asshole, I wanna go and smash his fucking face against a brick wall”- Matthew chuckled and stared at his girlfriend- “I mean it, I want to”

- “Maybe then we can google Jen Bennet, and avenge your shitty high school years as well”

- “So you really want me to go all Carrie on my high school bullies?”- Gubler shrugged smiling, but his response was a bluff and she knew it, he was never going to endorse any kind of violent behavior. Not like she would.

- “I don't want you to do that, never”- Matthew gave her a sweet peck on the lips and rested his forehead against hers. Silence hung between them for a few seconds, until Gubler finally sighed and whispered.

- “I threw my coffee to his face and yelled he was a narcissist son of bitch”

- “And?”- (Y/N) moved, looking into his eyes as she furrowed her brows, not getting the big deal of it- “He deserved it!”

- “Yeah but... maybe I overreacted?”

- “Did you stab him?”- but Gubler shook his head- “You didn't kick his balls, right?”- and he shook his head again- “Then, what's the whole deal?”

- “I burned his face and neck with hot coffee, not to mention the fact I yelled and cursed right onto his face in front of a lot of people”

- “So?”- (Y/N) wasn't getting what was the big deal. Sanders had been a bully to her boyfriend, he deserved worse. He deserved hell, 'cos he had put Matthew through a nightmare. She would hurt everyone who had done anything bad to him if she could. That's how much she loved him. No question asked.

- “So?!”- Matthew was in shock his girlfriend was taking things so calmly.

- “Honey, though I know you are the perfect guy who thinks being nice is better than anything else in the world, I have to burst that bubble for you: sometimes, people are assholes and we have to kick ass, you don't have to be a unicorn all the time.”

- “I'm not a unicorn!!”- he replied looking almost insulted. Matthew turned to the coffee table, poured what was left of their bottle of wine into their glasses and gave one to his girlfriend, who was smiling playfully.

- “Ok... a teddybear then”- she took a sip and sighed. Gubler stared at her biting his lips, probably trying to find something to say, but thoughts were overwhelming at that minute. He felt guilty and honestly bad about how he had reacted. He thought standing up in front of a bully was going to feel better, but apparently, it sucked.

(Y/N) could read on his face all the struggles happening in his mind. Her finger found his hair, and ran slowly through it, knowing it was something that always managed to relax him.

- “I just feel I'm no better than him after what I did”

- “Don't overthink it, Matthew Gray”- he felt her hands tug his hair softly, as a small chuckle left her lips- “You are better than anyone and everyone I know or might know”

- “Are you going to encourage our kids to kick ass?”

- “Yes!”- she answered not giving the idea a second thought- “But only if someone is messing with them”

- “Them?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow and (Y/N) felt her cheeks burning in no time. Had she said too much? no way.

- “You said kids, plural, them, kids, them...”- she poorly explained almost stuttering. The fact they were talking about kids was still too much for her to handle. It scared and excited her at the very same time. It felt like something she wanted to do, and couldn't wait to do, but never knew it until that day.

- “I see... maybe school 300 in the future will have better anti-bullying policies...”

- “We are not having kids in 300 kids, Matthew”- (Y/N) didn't realize what she had gotten into until it was too late- “I mean... I don't think we will be alive in 300 years.”

She made a pause as they stared at each other quietly. Neither of them knew what to say next, so she quickly looked for a way to change the course of the conversation drastically.

- “Anyway, it was a good pizza”

- “Yeah”- he nodded frenetically and blushed.

- “And a great shitty movie”

- “It ain't shitty”

- “The book is better”

- “Nerd”- (Y/N) gasped pretending to be offended and watched how Gubler bit his lips. She still didn't know if he did that on purpose or not, but whatever it was, it had one hell of an effect on her every single time, even after seven years.

- “Finish that wine and follow me upstairs”- her words were a command.

- “Why?”- he raised an eyebrow knowing exactly what she was talking about.

- “I wanna cheer you up for beating up that bully”- Gubler didn't argue with that at all, he finished what was left in his glass and stood up.

- “Are you always going to cheer me up with crazy dirty sex?”

- “Yes”- she turned to him and frowned- “Is that a bad thing?”

- “Did you hear me complain?”- he grinned- “We could have done it on the couch, you know”

- “You can't tie me to the couch”- (Y/N) teased and curled his lips to a dirty smile.

- “I love you”

- “I know.”

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limenysnocket · 4 years ago

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Japanese Denim

Summary: You're free to travel with Taika again. Where to go? Think about it. For the past year, Taika has been bingeing anime non-stop, and his closet is full of the Japanese culture. What better place... Japan.

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: Baecation- fluff, swearing.

Words: 2.1k

A/N: This is for @fineanddandy 's lovely little challenge, and I've always wanted to go to Okinawa so this is an opportunity to do some research for fun and for my amusement.

@olyvoyl @honorarytenenbaum @dandywaititi @mrtommyshelby @whatwememeintheshadows

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"Thank you! And enjoy your stay at the Henn na Hotel!"

"How many times a day do you get served by a fucking dinosaur? Are you kidding me?" Taika was bouncing all the way to your room. His hand gestures only got wider by the second. "And this place is desolate. I'm starting to think the robots killed everyone for fuel."

"This isn't a Y2K situation, dumbass. It's like... the aftermath of that. And if robots actually needed to travel places," you shrugged, rolling your suitcase away from divots in the carpet.

This is where you chose to stay in Nagasaki. They called it the Henn na Hotel, where everything (absolutely everything) was ran by robots. No living staff, except for the maintenance crew. Nothing. They even gave you a little robot companion in your room that was like a moving Alexa with glowing eyes and an eerie, childish voice. It would even sing nursery rhymes if you asked it politely. But as Taika had exclaimed about when he was first booking his stay at the hotel, you had the choice to check in with a robotic raptor at the front desk. Of course, there were perfectly normal human robots, but those didn’t excite him as much.

And what could make this better? It was in the middle of a makeshift Dutch theme park called Huis Ten Bosch with nightly live performances and a walk of lights that would make you think you're on some sort of drug trip.

A lot of this was weird to you. Immediately, as soon as you got off the plane, both you and Taika had to take a safety course with a few other men and women. From earthquakes, to fires, to emergency evacuations. You were thinking your jet lag was going to be the worst part of your trip. You didn't get to go to sleep until you reached your hotel room. Which was hours later.

You woke back up at seven o'clock at night with Taika passed out right beside you. Dusk was just beginning to creep along the horizon. You walked to your window and pulled open the curtains. The sight amazed you. You gathered yourself up, throwing on some clothes, then tossing a pair at your sleeping boyfriend.

Taika woke up, completely disgruntled and still very sleepy. "Babe, what the fuck," he murmured, rubbing his eyes with a palm and clearly not ready to get up yet.

“Just shut up and get your clothes on. We’re going to have fun,” you whispered through the thin air of your hotel room. Begrudgingly, he got up and started to get dressed. Just a pair of shorts, his chucks, and a plain t-shirt. Nothing too eccentric since you did not want to draw in attention. Once he was ready, you were dragging him downstairs. Outside of your building, there was a slew of people walking around. Not too much to suffocate, but enough to know that humanity was thriving outside of your little robot-ran hotel room.

Passed all the people, Taika saw what excited you. It was dark now, and the throngs of lights coating each building you saw, were now on. The virtual reality merry-go-round was up and running, and live performances went on the little stage. People were gathered around every attraction, but Taika went to the performance first.

It was all bright dancing and wild colors. People were in front of the stage, doing the dances too with some kind of glee on their faces. It really was bizarre, since you and Taika seemed to be the only ones without eye masks on.

Taika tried his best to join in with the dancing, but really couldn’t catch on. Unless it was Michael Jackson’s, “Thriller,” or something he made up on the spot, the man cannot dance in sync. But, it was still fun to watch him try, so, you kept encouraging him, even though he was a mess. It was payback for all the times he messed with you. Like stealing your favorite hoodie.

He was ready for more of the tour when he was finished, and what you figured might be your night of taking him around, turned into his. You didn’t mind. He was taking you to the places you wanted to go anyway. Through the forest of lights, down the glowing river, and you enjoyed the night water shows that were also lit up with bright techno colors. As a treat... you even let him have a look at the One Piece ship they have floating in the harbor.

Finishing up your night, you decided to take a stroll on Umbrella street. They were lit up in a lovely blue and pink color. All the stores that lounged on the sides were closing up, and there weren’t many people left lingering around the lights. Eventually, you and Taika were the only ones left. Your arm was wrapped around Taika’s, and all you could stare at was the lights. He had one hand in his pocket, and he let you lean most of your weight on him. It had only been a couple of hours since you started to take a look around, but you were tired again. The jet lag still hadn’t completely wore off, you supposed, and it showed.

“Come on,” Taika murmured into your ear, “Let’s get back to our room.”

It was another fifteen minutes before the park was totally shut down and was no longer accepting guests. You both drowsily made your way up to your hotel room, where your tiny robot friend was waiting for you, asking what time you were going to wake up. It was annoying, but the exhaustion made it easy to ignore. You got back into your pajamas, crawled into bed with Taika, and went to sleep.

The next morning, you were up bright ad early. The little robot friend on your desk still asked what time you were going to wake up. It would take care of itself, hopefully. The park was getting ready to open, by the time you left with Taika on your arm. From Nagasaki’s airport, you took a small plane over to Naha, Okinawa, where you would spend the rest of your day, walking about in your swimsuit, until the sun set.

White sand, beautiful beaches, exquisite sushi, and odd looking statues that you had to ask the locals about. From shrines, to snakes, to boardwalks, it was all here, and you were going to take in all of it.

Instead of staying in a lavish resort for the day, you and Taika just walked, took the monorail, or took a bike cab everywhere. Most of the time you were there, however, you spent on the beach. The crystalline waters called to you from a distance, and it just looked so blue! You couldn’t help yourself.

Taika went searching for shellfish, but he liked to spend time with you in the water. It was about twenty or so minutes in when he splashed a large amount of water at you. You spluttered, since most of it landed in your face. You wiped your eyes and caught him, holding his hands behind his back and carelessly looking around as if he had done nothing wrong. You didn’t buy his act, obviously, and you splashed back at him. To him, you had just declared war, and things were going to get serious.

Waves and waves of water were sent flying through the air, and both of you were drenched in battle. With how much you were moving, you were sure you scared all the fish away from the water.

At the very end, neither of you were sure who won, but you were both happy and tired. You took the opportunity to rest on the beach, laying on your stomach on a towel and enjoying the warm sunlight while it lasted. Taika sat beside you once he was satisfied with his search for shells. You took your time to go through some of his little collection and ended up being thoroughly impressed with his find. You found a few conch shells, but your favorite by far had to be the spider conch that he found. It was small, and could fit in the palm of your hand, but you still enjoyed the shape and color. He let you keep it.

After a long day, you decided to stop in a restaurant to grab something to eat. It was a lovely mom and pop shop that was based on soba noodles and sea food. There was floor seating, or there were tables and chairs. Taika picked fast and it was right to the floor seating. Tatami matts and plush cushions provided a much cozier atmosphere than first suggested. When the time to order food came around, you both had a lot to cover. Playing at the beach worked up an appetite. The people working were more than happy to oblige to your needs and would feed you the best food anyone could make.

With your food came traditional Sake and two tiny teacups of herbal teas. With a table covered in food, and alcohol thrown into the mix, the night would last a very long time. Yet, you still had a plane to catch by the end of it. You stayed as long as possible, ate as much as you could stomach, and drank a lot more Sake than you would like to admit, but hey, you still had an amazing time. Not to mention how much attention Taika was getting from passers by. He could get quite loud, and those who could understand or speak English were drawn to his boisterous aura.

You left the restaurant, fat and happy, as well as Taika. After gathering up your shoes and changing out of your wet clothes, you took a plane to Osaka, then took the train the rest of the way to the small town of Karuizawa. Taika had booked a pension for the night, and it would be capping off your small vacation with him in Japan.

The pension was a small, red roofed building, just outside of the shopping district. Luckily, the lights were still on by the time you made it in. The buzz of the Sake still had quite the grip on you, so you let Taika do most of the talking. It took a minute, since the people running the place had to send out for someone who spoke English, but the waiting wasn’t all that bad. You got the chance to take a look at the beautiful stone garden outside of the window.

Again, the place you were staying wasn’t fancy or as nice as the robotic one you stayed in, but it was still comforting. They gave you a king-sized bed in a big bedroom with circular windows, a living room, large bathroom, and a mini kitchen. The remnants of the complimentary dinner they had served a few hours before you arrived still wafted through the air.

After long showers and setting out clothes for tomorrow (Taika insisted he wear his denim kimono), you both sat in the small living room for some time, trying to make sense of a random game show that played on the television. Taika had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his body still pleasantly warm from his shower and the rose petal soap he used tickled your sense of smell. His hair was still dripping with water, and little beads of it would fall onto his broad shoulders. Your hands were fiddling with the spider shell he had given you earlier, and you just looked on at the television ahead, struggling to stay awake.

“Doing okay?” Taika muttered to you, sounding quite tired himself. You gave him a low hum in response and tucked your nose into his shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Did you have a good time?” He always liked to reassure himself with you, to make sure you were always happy and satisfied with the things he picked out. You gave him another hum, but in a more approving tone than last time. He blew a laugh through his nose and leaned his head back, resting it on the couch and staring at the ceiling for a time.

“Good...” he said again softly, “I’m glad you did...”

#fineanddandy1kchallenge #taika waititi x reader #taika waititi imagine #Taika Waititi #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi/you

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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years ago

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healing and feeling

My @aftgexchange gift for @bayta-darell !!! I’m so sorry that this is late, I went to post at the beginning of the posting week but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I’ve spent the week doing a rewrite. There was more of it (Kevin and Neil having a discussion) but I just wanted you to get something rather than nothing. I really hope you like it. A general foxes type fic where they do some healing. Canon warnings apply- mentioned not detailed.

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Twenty minutes. Twenty whole minutes it took of the foxes remaining silent for Betsy Dobson to realise she’d have to make the first move if she wanted to make any progress at all here today.

“David first suggested this for you all once before and you refused, which I respected. I will not force anyone to talk until they are ready. But you’re all here today and I feel I should ask the nine of you, why now?”

Aaron watched as everyone not-so-subtly shifted their eyes to look at Josten who opened his mouth as if to speak before closing it again. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them from where he sat on the floor by Andrew’s chair. There was a space next to Boyd on the plush yellow couch but well...

“This is the second time this week Neil has almost stabbed one of us.” Ah, Reynolds. Always making sure she got straight to the point. Matt glared at her, muscled arms crossed over his chest.

“I said it was fine, I startled him-”

“It damn well isn’t fine, Matt! Were you not a boxer with some good reflexes, he could have done some serious damage.”

Aaron watched them argue back and forth until Betsy politely cleared her throat, her calm, soothing smile never once leaving her face. He admired the woman, he truly did; he couldn’t imagine dealing with people’s shit all day and managing to still look sane and collected. His own mind was enough of an asshole as it was. “I’m glad that we’ve gotten to why you’re all here, but I’d like for us to remain civil in these sessions. Talking about such things can be straining and I want you to remember you’re a team, that you’re friends.” Matt nodded and threw Neil a small smile and Allison simply flicked her hand, bright red nails catching in the sunlight streaming through the window. Aaron caught Neil bringing a hand up to rub at the scarring on his face but then Andrew’s hand came down to hold the back of his neck, thumb rubbing back and forth carefully and the tension Neil was holding in his shoulders eased up. His twin met his stare without faltering and simply raised a pale brow at him, as if daring him to comment. Aaron kept his mouth shut and turned back to Betsy. “Now Neil, would you be able to tell us what might have brought on these outbursts of violence?”

“I’ve always been this way, thanks to my mother.” Aaron saw Andrew’s jaw clench at the mention of Mary Wesninski; he knew well enough how his brother felt about abusive mothers. “But this is different. We lost our most recent game. We’re falling behind a little and if we don’t win the next game, we don’t get to progress any further.” Aaron couldn’t stop his mouth from moving, even if he had tried to.

“You’re telling me that Boyd almost got stabbed because we lost a game? Are you serious right now? It’s not the end of the fucking world!”

“It is for me!” He stopped and said nothing more, turning his face away from them all, ignoring their looks of confusion. He knew Josten loved Exy as much as Kevin, but he didn’t think such a thing was enough to stab someone over. Kevin sighed, eyes closing before he put his head in his hands. Neil’s jaw clenched and he stood abruptly, walking towards the door, Andrew following just a few seconds after. Betsy, bless her heart, she tried to reason with two of the most stubborn beings on the planet.

“Neil, maybe you’re not quite ready to talk, but we’ve only just-”

“I apologise, Dr. Dobson, but I can’t talk with you in the room. Anything regarding that part of my life cannot be discussed outside of the people who already know. I do not wish to implicate you.” The woman wrote a few things down; the scratch of the pen was loud to Aaron’s ears.

“Very well, then. Let David know when you’re all ready to come back, and we’ll schedule something between classes and practice.” Neil and Andrew disappeared out of the door and Aaron and the rest were quick to follow, but not before Renee, ever the peacekeeper, gave the woman a gentle smile and told her they’d see her next week. As if she alone could wrangle them all into another session. He made his way over to the mas with Nicky and Kevin, where Neil and Andrew waited, sharing a cigarette between them, and the upperclassmen left ahead of them in Matt’s truck. No one spoke until they were all in the car and on the move, and of course, it was Kevin.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Nicky leaned across the seats and over Aaron to bat at Kevin with one hand, all the while texting Erik on his phone in the other.

“Shut up. You don’t think that anything is ever a good idea unless it’s one of your ideas.”

“Neil I really don’t-”

“Enough, Kevin. I’m telling them and that’s final. I should have told them all anyway.” Kevin sat back with a huff and Aaron rolled his eyes at the idiot’s dramatics, staring out the window for the rest of the unusually quiet drive back to fox tower, except for the clicking of Nicky’s phone and the quiet giggles he would let out at whatever he and his fiancé were talking about. When they got there, Andrew found the closest parking spot to the building that he could, because his brother preferred not to do any more exercise than being an Exy player forced him to. The others hadn’t waited for them, not that Aaron thought they would have, but he thought at least Allison would have been standing at the doors so Neil couldn’t slip away and get out of telling them anything.

They hadn’t, however, stopped themselves from taking over Aaron’s old dorm room he shared with the rest of the ‘monsters’ before he moved to Matt’s. Dan and Matt were sitting together on the couch, the former tucked into the latter’s side, Allison was lounging in a beanbag while she inspected her nails and Renee was sitting on the floor in front of the small and worn table, sorting Nicky’s nail polishes into some sort of order. “Now that you’re here,” Allison said without even bothering to glance in their direction, “let’s get to this secret you’ve been keeping from us, shall we?” Aaron watched Andrew move over to the window to sit on the sill, lighting up another cigarette. He knew there was no need to worry about the smoke alarm because Andrew had taken it out from the first day they moved into the room. It was clear he wasn’t bothered by any of this, at least Aaron didn’t think he was, which means either he knew what Neil was going to tell them all, or he had guessed early on and hadn’t pushed for a definite answer just yet.

Kevin sat down in the other bean bag, although with how tall he was, he seemed to dwarf the bag. The sight was odd, considering that caused him to slouch more than a chair or the couch would have, something he would moan at the rest of them for when they did it. Nicky sat himself next to Renee, gushing over how she’d organised all of his colours, nodding so enthusiastically that his messy brown curls bobbed with the movement. Aaron went to lean against the wall closest to Andrew, who didn’t acknowledge him other than glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. They were better than they were before, Aaron actually managed to have whole conversations with his brother now and he was no longer hostile towards Katelyn, letting her come along sometimes when they went to Sweeties and Eden’s. He knew it would take time to have some sort of a stable relationship with Andrew but they were trying, and that was okay for now.

Neil stood in front of them all, hands in the PSU foxes hoodie he wore, barely any emotion on his face, as he always was. No wonder he and Andrew worked so well together, Aaron thought, internally rolling his eyes. He got straight to it. “After Nathan was killed, all his debts with the Moriyamas fell onto me. The money my mother took when she decided that we should run belonged to them. In Ichirou’s eyes, they still own Kevin and Jean too.”

“What does this have to do with you turning into a murderous little rage machine?” Matt rolled his eyes at Allison.

“I made a deal with Ichirou.” Dan dropped her head into her hands while Nicky made a choked off sound. Aaron was tired of Josten making dumb decisions and not telling them. This is what happened when the fucking idiot ended up at Baltimore. “I wanted something and to get him to give in to that, I said he could have the majority of our earnings when we went pro.”

“Wait.” Neil turned his head towards Kevin, who was outwardly confused now. “You said he wanted a take of what we earned, that I knew. But you didn’t say it was in exchange for something, what did he give you?”

“I wanted Riko dealt with and he was.” Aaron’s eyes widened at that, as did the others in the room. Kevin went deathly pale and he stood slowly, looking at Neil as if he didn’t even know him. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he gave up and disappeared to his room without a word. Aaron had a feeling there was a bottle of vodka waiting for him to drown his sorrows in. Allison looked mildly impressed.

“We all knew the suicide story was suspicious, but I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I wanted him to pay for what he did. I walked out of that room and I laughed. But that’s why the nightmares have kicked in and I’ve picked up old habits, like sleeping with a weapon under my pillow. If Ichirou notices any slack, he will kill me.” Aaron looked to Andrew again, and his brother was staring back at Neil, as if waiting for him to fall apart. Dan stood, determination on her face and a fire in her eyes.

“Then we help you stay on top of the game. We’ll fit in an extra practice a week and on the free period you share with Matt, he can discuss drills with you.” Aaron saw Matt smile and nod, receiving a dip of Neil’s head in return. “We’ll tell Coach that we’ll have an evening a week at the court, watching old games and seeing what we can take from them. No one gets to ruin this for you, they don’t get to take anything else.”

Nicky whooped and got up to hug Neil quickly, after he got the consent for one. Aaron wasn’t too happy about all this extra work for a sport he wasn’t even that bothered by, but he supposed he owed Neil this. After all, he was the one, no matter how stupidly he went about it, that finally managed their rag tag group work as a team and to become friends. He brought them together, and so Aaron would do this

So that they could stay together.

~~~~~

They did get better over the weeks, and they won their next game, letting them progress further into this season.

The session with Betsy continued, though progress on that front was slow going to begin with. Neil’s confession had broken the ice, and each of them would discuss assignments they were struggling with or the odd everyday problems life gave you. Betsy never pushed them, allowing them to get used to talking first before she tried diving for issues hidden deeper down.

After a few weeks, Allison discussed her parents when she had gotten a phone call from her mother out of the blue. Apparently, they had started to notice how the foxes were on the up and up, and how much more media attention they were getting. Allison’s mother wanted to use her daughter for her own gain, to get their businesses promoted through the foxes and for Allison to start building their incomes through Exy. Aaron didn’t understand a lot of it, other than that his teammate’s parents were some of the most self centred assholes on the planet. After all this time, they hadn’t gotten in contact with Allison to see how she was or to ask about working on their own family issues, but just to see how they could make life better for them. The blonde had said in the one session that she finally told them where they could stick it, and if they wanted to cut her off from the money they could. If they didn’t want to love her as parents should, then she wanted nothing to do with them.

When Allison ended her rant with the words ‘fuck them’, the foxes repeated them- even Andrew, to everyone’s surprise -loud and clear. Betsy tried to be reprimanding, but Aaron could see she was proud and trying valiantly to not smile with them.

~~~~~

Some months or so after that, Aaron was attending one of his sessions where it was just him and Andrew. It was coming up to a year now since they’d first started these double sessions with Betsy, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he liked coming to them. Yes, sometimes it was bad and they’d end then arguing heatedly, or sometimes, it would leave them exhausted but content that they were managing to get on to the same page with each other. And other times, well, those times managed to bring their walls crashing down.

Today was one of those times.

“Aaron, you don't look as if you’re well. Is everything alright? If you’re unable to sit through this one, you may go back and rest if you like.” He knew he must look like shit, after the night he’d had with his mind torturing him, but he felt as if this is why he’d been so plagued by nightmares the last few nights. Like Andrew had to know about them.

“Nightmares.” His throat felt raw and scratchy, but he supposed that was normal when you wake yourself up by screaming yourself hoarse.

“Are you able to tell us what they were or about?” He nodded, turning on the couch so he was angled to the left, making it easier for him to look directly at Andrew. His brother seemed unfazed as he usually did, but Aaron thought there was something different about him today, though he didn’t quite know exactly what was different. Maybe he felt like today was going to be better for them, too.

“I thought I was already awake, because I was walking around the house in Columbia. It was too quiet, and the house was dark, and it was almost as if I could feel the shadows closing in around my shoulders.” He breathing became ragged and clenched a fist where his hand rested on his thigh. “I thought I heard glass smash and the sound of a thud, like something had hit the hardwood floor. It was muffled, coming from upstairs so I followed the sounds.” He closed his eyes and swallowed hard; it was like he was back in the nightmare and he couldn’t get out.

“Aaron? Aaron, you can stop if you want to.” He shook his head, feeling part of his hair fall onto his forehead.

“The noise was louder up there, coming from your room.” He opened his eyes again, catching his brother’s gaze, hazel eyes that matched his own. And they knew, they knew where Aaron’s nightmare was leading them, yet he didn’t flinch away. “I opened the door and it was back to that day, and Drake…” Andrew did not outwardly show any reaction to the name of his abuser, though Aaron saw his fingers stray to the edge of his armband. As if it soothed him to know he had a way to keep himself safe. “When I tried to get in there, it was like there was an invisible barrier in front of me. No matter how hard I kept hitting it, it never went away. I kept screaming at you, to look at me, so you’d know I was right there but there was nothing.” His cheeks felt wet and brought a hand up to find that those were tears running down his cheeks.

Andrew’s eyes had widened, and the hand that was holding his armband started to drift towards Aaron, but stopped just shy of making contact. He took a few deep breaths before he felt like he could go on. “I closed my eyes after a while but I didn’t stop trying to get to you. Then all of a sudden I could hear laughing, and when I opened my eyes, I was back in that shitty apartment, before you came and Tilda had locked me in the closet. She had her Junkie friends over doing all sorts of shit, music on as high as possible.” He felt like he could breathe, as though someone kept on piling invisible weights on his chest, one after the other. “I had one toy, a couple of granola bars and a bottle of Gatorade, of all things. No matter how loud I shouted for her, she never came to let me out. I woke up screaming after that, scared Katelyn half to death.” He’d kept his gaze on the floor when talking about his mother, knowing she was a touchy subject between them.

There was a quick tap to his knee and, a bit reluctantly, he lifted his head to look at Andrew again. His brother was breathing a little heavier, and Aaron could see the way his chest moved. There was more emotion on his face than he’d ever seen. When he was on the meds it was different, it was just a constant sort of forced excitement. This was real and this was Andrew. His twin. “I’m going to hug you, yes or no?” Aaron almost choked on air at the words. Words he’d never expected to leave Andrew’s mouth. He saw Betsy falter just a little out of the corner of his eye, her own stalling from where she was writing things down.

“Yes.” Then slowly, carefully, Andrew shifted forward so he could pull Aaron into him. His arms went around Aaron’s back, and he hesitated just a little before doing the same. Their cheeks rested against each other and when Andrew spoke next, Aaron could feel the words against his ear.

“We’re okay, you hear me? Both of us. We’re a little bit broken, but we’re doing okay.” Aaron nodded, taking a stuttered breath. And if the two of them, the same yet not the same, held onto each other for just a little longer then that was just fine.

They were just okay.

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Again, I’m sorry about the lateness! Hope you liked it:)) I’m also sorry it’s not as long as it was, but trying to remember everything to rewrite was so difficult.

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lynyrdwrites · 4 years ago

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long story short (KC)

This is based off the request for frienzoline + Klaroline, and long story short by Taylor Swift from @ofthedirewolves. It’s more Frienzoline than anything, but really? That should be expected. It’s sort of disjointed, but I hope you enjoy.

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Pushed from the precipice

Clung to the nearest lips

Wrong story short it was the wrong guy

“My story can be split into a series of losses.”

Enzo blinked at the solemnly spoken words. He hadn’t thought vampires could get drunk, but he and Caroline had spent the past twelve hours proving that, actually, they very much could. Apparently they had moved from the karaoke singing stage to the sad reminiscing.

“My story basically just consists of an Augustine cell and a lot of bloody, bloody experiments,” he said after a beat of silence, figuring that he needed to give an appropriately serious response. Caroline moved her gaze from the roof, where she’d been staring as he spoke, to look at him instead.

“That’s sad,” she said at last. “Forget my story. Yours is just sad. You deserve French fries to make up for that sad story.”

“Will they actually help with anything?” Enzo mused, and Caroline wrinkled her nose and shrugged.

“I dunno. But they’re tasty. Do you think Matt would bring us some, if I called him?”

After a long debate, they decided that, no, Matt Donovan wouldn’t deliver French fries to his ex and the crazy vampire he hated. But it turned out there was a bag of frozen wedges in the Forbes’ freezer, and Caroline declared they were good enough.

Another debate then occurred, where he convinced her to bake them in the oven, instead of heating up the deep fryer. Enzo had been in an overly destructive building fire once before, thank-you very much. He’d rather not repeat the experience.

So it was, twenty minutes later, Caroline was perched on the counter, nibbling on a still frozen wedge as the rest heated, while Enzo sat on a chair, bottle of tequila dangling from his fingers. He had decided he hated tequila, but it did do an awfully good job of getting one drunk.

“Okay, so back to your series of stories.”

Caroline blinked at him, gaze fuzzy with alcohol, and Enzo sighed.

“Remember? My story can be split into a series of losses.” He gave the sentence the proper intonation, one of surly seriousness.

“I didn’t sound like that,” she muttered, reaching for the tequila. Enzo handed it over. After all, getting drunk had been her idea.

They were at almost thirteen hours after her mother’s funeral.

“You kind of ruined my sad story,” she said at last, after swallowing a mouthful of the alcohol. “With your whole sad, locked up vampire schtick. No one can stand up to that level of tragedy.”

“We’re not playing a game of who’s trauma is bigger-”

“Yeah, cause you would win.”

Enzo ignored that and pushed on, “We’re playing a game of share the trauma. Share yours, Gorgeous.”

“I don’t have trauma.”

“The dead mother says otherwise.”

Caroline looked thoughtful for a moment, and then shrugged.

“Did you know that she tried to kill me once? After I was turned. Mommy tried to kill me and daddy tortured me. I’m not sure what that says about me.”

“Probably that your trauma is much larger than you think. Okay, dead mommy and daddy. What would your other losses be? Hit me.”

The timer of the oven went off, and Caroline pulled the wedges out. She immediately grabbed one, and hissed, tossing it between fingers as it burned her skin, until she finally got it in her mouth. She followed it almost immediately by more tequila.

“Be careful. They’re hot.”

Enzo snickered, but helped her dish the wedges out onto plates. Once they sat at the table, Caroline spoke again.

“I mean, my humanity. That’s a pretty big loss, right?”

“Meh.” Enzo shrugged. “I think humanity’s overrated, but if you want to say it’s a loss-”

“No, you’re right!” Caroline poked a victorious finger at him. “You are so right! Like, how was being human really so great for me? I was Damon’s dumb, compelled blood bag. Everyone lied to me. No one took me seriously. But Stefan is all sad eyes about vampirism, and Elena is absolutely miserable, even if she tries to lie about it. And I’m like, okay, maybe I’m missing something. Maybe it is the worst thing… but see, you get it! You’re, like, the only person who gets it.” She looked thoughtful for a second, and gave her head the slightest shake. “Maybe, like, the second person who gets it.”

“Okay, so that’s a loss that’s not really a loss. What else?”

“Mommy and daddy,” Caroline pointed out around a wedge, she reached for the tequila, then wrinkled her nose again. “We need actual glasses for this. Back wash is gross.”

In just a few moments, they both had glasses filled to the top with just tequila, because that was apparently who they were as people, and Caroline was brandishing a wedge again.

“Okay, so then there’s my relationships. Matt and Tyler, and the total demise of my friendship with Stefan, because he is such a dick. And did you see how he looked at me during the funeral? Like, really? I bare my heart to the guy, and he can’t be bothered to care until he decides I look hot next to my mom’s casket? Who does that?”

“Wankers,” Enzo replied, when Caroline paused and he realized she actually wanted an answer. “Absolute wankers. Of which Stefan is one.”

“Thank-you. And I mean, we also lost Bonnie in there, even if we got her back. And Jeremy. And Alaric. Those are the fake deaths. They probably get their own sub genre. And there was Klaus, who fake died and then left, but I couldn’t really be sad about his fake death, you know? Like, I was, but I couldn’t show it. Can I tell you a secret?” She leaned towards him, and Enzo leaned in as well, because that was what you did when there was a secret. “I cried. When I thought he was dead. When no one else was around. I cried. But if you try to tell anyone, I’ll lie, and say you’re a dirty liar who knows nothing. So don’t tell.�� She leaned back in her chair, and gazed up at the ceiling again. “I cried when he took off for New Orleans, too. And a little bit after his bang and run. But it’s not because its, like, him in particular. I just… hate not being good enough.”

“Gorgeous, if Klaus thinks you’re not good enough, he’s as big a wanker as Stefan.”

“I mean, he’s a bigger wanker. He’s Klaus. But he left. So obviously I can’t be good enough, right?”

“I dunno. Maybe he thought he wasn’t good enough for you?”

Caroline threw a wedge at him, and looked vaguely impressed when Enzo managed to catch it between his teeth. He smirked at her as he chewed on it. They were surprisingly good.

“Really? Would you choose to abandon someone because you felt you weren’t good enough for them?”

“No, but I’m not a wanker. I thought that went without saying.”

Caroline laughed, and Enzo would admit it did his old heart some good, to see her actually show genuine mirth after all the tears and sadness that had followed her since her mother had died.

“That’s lame,” she said at last. “Anyone who does that is lame.”

“And a wanker.”

“We already figured that part out.”

She looked out the nearby window, thoughtfully nibbling on a wedge, and Enzo finally nudged her knee with his foot, drawing her gaze back.

“Have you ever considered telling him that he is worth it?”

She looked away, and shook her head slowly.

“Well, maybe you should. I won’t help you with Stefan. We both agree that he’s the biggest wanker, but I’ll help you with this other bloke. Consider it a road trip.”

“Are you trying to get me laid, Enzo?”

“Of course, Gorgeous. That’s my job,” he gave her a careless grin that made her laugh again, before giving her knee another nudge. “Or maybe I’d like to get you out of this hellhole of a town.”

“That would be nice.” Caroline closed her eyes, and laid her head on her arm. “That would be nice.”

“Just say when.”

She didn’t respond to that. She didn’t acknowledge their conversation in the days that followed as Enzo followed her about, helping her to finish settling her mother’s estate.

She didn’t say anything as the rest of them made plans that, to Enzo, seemed entirely too insane.

She didn’t say anything until he took her out to the graveyard, with some daisies that made him think of Caroline, so he thought Liz would appreciate them. He hadn’t known the woman, but he figured she must have loved her daughter, even if there had been that awkward attempted murder.

As he put the daisies down, Caroline knelt next to him, tracing her mother’s name on the stone.

“When.”

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bluedemon1995 · 4 years ago

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Stay True To Yourself!

I read a story about a girl whose boyfriend took her to a swingers party…but neglected to tell her! And of course, that story led me down a very strange rabbit hole until this popped in my head. Ummm, this one has a little bit of a more adult theme - so please read with caution! This is an alternate reality story- obv not canon.

Katie Holt sat in the car feeling a niggling sense of unease that she cannot dismiss as hard as she tries to shove it down. She tries to narrow down the cause, thinking and analyzing as is her nature. Is it because she hasn’t been dating Mark very long and he picked her up roughly an hour ago. In fact, if she was honest, this was probably the longest amount of time she’d actually spent in his actual company. Previously, it was mostly online chats then a couple of in person short lunch coffee dates. But they were maybe twenty minutes. Is it because they are going to a party and she typically does not enjoy parties? Or maybe it’s because he’s the only person she’d know from this party, and she hates being dependent on anyone. She’d much rather rely on herself.

Regardless of the cause, she tries to shake off the feelings and enjoy the moment. Live a little in the real world like Allura said as she was helping her getting ready. Actually, if she was honest, this was the second novel experience of the day since having a friend come over and help her get ready for a date was a first as well. Yesterday, when she absently mentioned that she could not go to the movies tonight because she was going to a Christmas party with Mark, Allura got so excited. She immediately made plans to go shopping and offered to come and help me get ready. She was honestly more excited than I was but it was nice to have someone care.

Which was nice because her mom and dad had a work Christmas party to go to and her brother was on a date himself. It was nice for Allura to come over and help her out. In spite of the make up, dress and dating tips, she had a good time. Allura was only a couple of actual years older than but in experience she was decades ahead of her!

This year, partly due to their project at work, she’s gotten closer to some of co-workers or team. It’s been a nice change since high school and college where she was mostly alone except for her family and their friends. She loved feeling like people got her sarcasm, her references well, just HER. It was nice to have people who made her stop working to eat lunch or heck, even remembered to check to see if she left work for the day. Slowly but surely her team had become her friends.

Which all leads her back to a few moments ago, when Mark parked and got out of the car, stopping at the hood to wait for her. He looks impatient but whatever, she needs to take a minute alone to get her self under control. Her nerves hit a high point but deciding this was as good as it gets, Pidge stands and walks to the him, impulsively reaching out and holding his hand. It was dark and snowy, she definitely did not want to fall on ice as they walked up! How embarrassing!

He seemed surprised by her hand but quickly pulled her close, “Hey so, this is a special party and I’d really appreciate it if you kept an open mind, think of it as an of it as an experiment.”

Pidge felt like a five alarm bell was suddenly going off at the conclusion of that sentence. FUCK! What was he talking about?!? Why would he say something like that now? It was akin to setting a bomb and saying, do not look at the timer.

While Pidge is having an internal panic attack they walk in-no knocking just walk straight in the door. She doesn’t see anything right off the bat that concerns her. There’s a table where keys were thrown, shoes piled in the front hall and music playing. It was a really nice house, set in one of the fancier subdivisions of the area. Pidge was trying to keep calm but she was annoyed that he’d state something like that as they were walking in the door! What about beforehand so she could of decided?!? And he really didn’t tell her anything, which is worse than knowing.

He takes his shoes off, she does the same. Hesitating, he turns and pulls her towards the kitchen. “Drink? What’s your poison?”

Pidge sighs, beer seems safe and not like she’s going to be drinking much of anything after that bomb he dropped walking in. “Beer is fine, I’d like light if they got it.”

He nods and goes towards the coolers lined up along the wall. Pidge does what she does best, fades into the background and observes the room carefully. The lights seem dim and she could see out the patio doors that more people are out there by the pool. She squints, maybe it’s the just the glare…but are those people naked?!?

Mark comes back at that time with a draft beer which means I won’t be taking a drink of it. Why wouldn’t he give me a bottle or can that I could open myself? I’m quiet and watch Mark take in the party. I wonder who he knows? Suddenly, I look at a pretty girl in a Mrs. Claus outfit who comes up to Mark. She smiles brightly, and proceeds to lock lips with Mark, wow. She’s actually impressive with her ability to wrap around him like a snake yet keep her hand with her drink still, not spilling a drop. I’m actually impressed! My eyes dart around the room, trying to gauge what the hell is going on here. Why would he bring me here if he already has girl???

Finally she breaks off and slides over to me, “Hi, Danni with an I, wanna make out?”

I blink, rapidly, “Um, no, I’m good, but, uh, thank you for the offer though.”

She smiles, “Okay! If you change your mind I’ll be around!”

She flounced away and I looked to Mark, quietly questioning, “Exactly what kind of Christmas party is this? Why am I even here?!?”

He chucked, “It’s a swingers party and you can’t come alone. You NEED to bring a date, you know for the numbers. C’mon, this will be fun.”

I look at him feeling myself turn red. “Wait a minute, I bought a fucking new outfit for this?!? I put goddamn makeup on! You fucking asshole! Look, I could give two shits about what you do, honestly, we aren’t involved like that but why involve me? Could you not find someone else to bring? For fuck’s sake!”

Mark stared at me, having the NERVE to arch a brow, “Cursing really? You know swearing is for people not intelligent enough to come up with a better word. Besides, don’t be a prude, look walk around and find someone you find interesting or hot. There are a lot of people here, like it’s not that hard.”

I close my eyes and as bad as I want to hit him, curse him out, I refrain. Oh, he will pay, just later when there aren’t about a hundred witnesses who can fill out a police report. I take a breath and walk away, back to the front door. I look at the keys, but they all look the same, how would I know which is which. I guess I could take them all but what if someone wants to leave. I step out to the front steps.

Honestly, this could not have happened on a worse night. I can’t call Matt, he’s finally on a date with his current dream girl and my parents at that work party. I close my eyes, take a breath to reign in my anxiety that is sky rocketing and first I try Allura. But, duh, she’s at the movies with Romelle and probably turned her phone off. Shit. My eyes fill with tears but I refuse to let them fall. I take a deep breath, trying Hunk instead another coworker. Straight to voicemail. Shit he might be sleeping.

I look at my contacts and realize, I don’t have a long list of people to call. I sit and sigh, okay no matter how embarrassing I could always get an Uber. I schedule one but because I’m so far it will take about an hour. I walk around to the back and sit on a chair in the dark corner of the backyard. Sitting, I let my finger hover over the last name to try. Here goes nothing. Hanging up I text a short message. What the hell do I have to lose at this point.

I sit. And sit. I don’t know how many girls and guys I rebuff but something about a person not wanting to hook up makes people want to hook up with you apparently. Jeesh, in my real life, no one wanted to date me now everyone was trying to have sex with me. WTF?

Sighing I look at my phone, and crap, it looks like all my surfing has killed my battery. Suddenly a very naked Mark and a different Mrs. Claus come up to me.

Mrs. Claus giggles out, “Hey if you’re nervous, you could totally hook up with my husband. He’s the hot elf over there, standing on the edge of the pool and hot tub. It will be fun! Then if we like, we could continue next week!!” She giggles a lot and I try not to be rude.

“Thank you for that kind offer, but I’m good.”

She shrugs, “Sure thing baby, but aren’t you bored. Marky said you were shy and um, a novice. Don’t be afraid.”

Mark turns and Pidge can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Only for some guy in his boxers to edge into her space. “Darlin’, you-me-, it’s written in the stars baby.”

I groan, “Nope. You misread them, thank tho.”

Usually once I say no, they just move on. But nope, not this one. “Don’t be a prude. Sex is very natural. It’s elemental. It’s like essential. You need me baby!!”

Really, that’s his line? I shake my head no, but now we’ve got a crowd. I hear people interject how I’m falling into societies lanes and I must be a virgin because I’m sitting by myself. Then I hear people say I should be grateful and oh my gosh, yep, I’ve been transported back to high school. Except I’m not a self conscious kid anymore and I don’t give a fuck what they think about me. But, I’ll be damned if I don’t respond. No one pushes me or pressures me to do something I don’t want to. And I’ve never just gone with the crowd cuz it was easier, not then, not now.

I hear a roar and suddenly all attention is lost on me. I decided to leave before my temper actually erupts. I quickly move towards the gate to get the hell out of here. I’d rather walk home then stay here. Fuck Mark and his party. I might actually brainstorm with Allura and Romelle on a way to get back at him. Something embarrassing.

As I walk away I hear Mark yelling my name, “Katie! Katie! Don’t walk away! You need to expand your senses and life. Don’t be scared. There is so much I could teach you. Don’t be such a prude!”

Laughter.

Well fuck him. Now I’m pissed. I’m not scared. I just don’t want to do this. Yet, who does he think he is telling me what I should do. As if. And what if he did this to other girls, who weren’t able to say no? I turn around and calmly but loudly state, while looking straight at him, “Look, don’t act like I’m the scared one. Who didn’t tell me where they were taking me. If this was a scene I was into, fine. And believe me, I will sleep with whoever I want. I just don’t want to sleep with you nor do I have anything to prove to anyone. But if and when I see a guy or girl for that matter, that I’d like to fuck, then I would. So, shut up, cause Marky you’re just not it.”

I could hear murmurs and then Mark yelling, and his feet slapping on the ground. Ughhhhh. One thing I could be thankful for is seeing him naked, cuz ick. He has no muscle definition and oh my God, I cannot wait to tell Allura how he looks like he waxes cuz he has no hair anywhere on his body.

I turn to walk away and see a guy who I have HAD the luxury of day dreaming about striding towards me with an shit eating smirk. Well, shit, of course. My eyes closes but it doesn’t stop my from seeing him behind my eyes. His hair is slightly matted from his helmet which means the roar must have been his Harley. He has one of his many black t-shirts on with his favorite leather jacket over it. His jeans are well worn and faded not those designer ones that only look used. He has on his riding boots, which of course give him another inch or so of height. Which he loves. Opening my eyes I see him about 6 feet away and I see he still has his riding gloves on.

I determinedly walk towards him only to hear Mark scream, his feet slapping, or at least I hope it’s his feet. He yells, “Yeah right, you prude-like you would ever-“

I reach said hot guy and say, “I’m kissing you in two seconds. One, two.”

I fist my hand in his shirt and pull him closer to me. Except he doesn’t move, so I look up into his eyes and arch a brow, he arches his, which causes me to roll my eyes and I open my mouth to tell him to go to hell when grins. With his hands on my hips pulls me into his hard body, throwing me off balance. I slip my arms around him lift my head and his lips slam onto mine. Ok, point proven. Yet, as I lean back to break the kiss, I feel two arms encompass me, hold me close and reposition me.

His mouth re-angles on mine, I feel myself lifted on my tip toes. Omg, the heat of his body is amazing. I didn’t even realize I was cold sitting out here but against his body I felt like was next to a heater. His tongue pushes past my lips and, well, I stopped thinking for a full minute, hell maybe minutes. It was that good of a kiss. Shit. His tongue stroked mine, made me shiver and then he nipped my lip causing a groan. I literally could feel him smile and I was going to move back when his hand fisted in my hair and he started to kiss my neck and holy crap! I think my knees buckled but it didn’t matter because he picked me up and my legs were suddenly wrapped around his waist. His hands were supporting my weight but I think they were actually under my dress. My hands were in his hair and digging into his shoulder respectively. Well. Hell.

I don’t know how long that went on for when suddenly I hear Mark right next to us yelling, “That’s enough.”

Slowly pulling back, his gravelly voice questions, “Outta here or are we continuing the show? Just to be clear, I’m good with either decision.” He then arches that fucking brow.

Face flaming, I whisper, “Let’s go. Please.”

Eyes on me, he nods. “What’s asshole’s name?”

“Mark.”

Nodding he raises his voice, “Hey Mark, fuck off and if I ever see you again, you’re dead.”

A girl in just a string bikini bottom steps in front of us, drawing our attention. Her hand is gliding down her chest when she looks right at him, throatily murmuring, “Wanna upgrade?”

He laughs, “Um already did. Let’s go Pidge.”

He moves his hands and I lower my legs. He instantly laces his fingers with mine and pulls me to the path back to the front. “Keith! You can’t say that! You know about Mark being dead meat.”

“Just did.”

“Why, what, are you even doing here?”

As he places his helmet on my head and carefully tightens the straps, “I saw Shiro’s phone buzz, so I looked. It seemed like something that couldn’t wait. So here I am.”

Blinking I nod, “Okay. I said I had an Uber coming.”

“Saw, don’t care. I, um, didn’t like the idea of you being here when you didn’t want to be. So yeah, deal.”

“But why didn’t you respond?”

“I pinged your location to my phone and left. Didn’t think about it honestly.”

“What if I was gone?”

He shrugged as we approached his bike, which was on the lawn! “As long as you were safe.”

He then takes off his coat, slipping it around my shoulders, “Arms in, it’s cold when we start moving.” Eyes on her legs, fingers play with her skirt, brushing her thighs. “I can’t do anything about your legs though. Let me know if you need a break. We can stop as often as you need.”

I nod, and as we drive into the night, my arms tight around his waist, I can’t help but smile. Keith Fucking Kogane. Damn this boy can kiss. Maybe there is hope for my love life after all. I feel his hand cover my hand on his abdomen, squeeze and drift down to my leg. I squeeze him a little tighter and I know it’s just my imagination but I swear I can hear his laughter.

My hero.

#katie holt #keith kogane #kidge #alternate realities

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johannstutt413 · 4 years ago

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(for nic611; continuing from this)

Not quite twenty-four hours later, and Greyy was looking at himself in his bathroom mirror, double- and triple-checking himself for any unwanted lint or other messiness. This was the first time he’d been on a date, and he wanted to look his absolute best for his shimmering star...Not that he’d call her that out loud, of course.

After deciding he’d done the best he could, the Perro clipped on the bow-tie he’d bought for the occasion and left for the Ursus dorms, tickets in his pocket and a light in his eyes. ‘Where should we eat tonight?’ He wondered as he expertly navigated the maze of corridors to his destination. ‘Siracusan food’s too messy, but it’s by far the most appropriate...Then again, maybe she wants something that reminds her of home? Or maybe...Oh! I almost passed it. Okay, Greyy, deep breath, deep breath...You get one chance to see her like this for the first time. Make it count!’

“Coming!” The chef’s voice rang out from behind the closed door after Greyy worked up the courage to knock. “No, Anna, tell her I’m on my way-”

“Hey.” Zima opened the door, a smile on her face.

Greyy froze for a moment before bowing. It just felt like the right thing to do. “G-good evening, General.”

“Evening.” She walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. “Before she gets out here, I just wanna make something absolutely clear.”

“Y-yes?” He shook a little more than usual, but held firm. This was his night with Gummy, after all.

The General simply smiled at him. “First, make sure you ask her for her actual name; Gummy’s just a codename. Second, I know you didn’t pick a scary movie, but hold her hand when it starts getting gory, even if it hurts a little when she grips your wrist like a vice. Third...Treat her to something nice, alright?” She handed him a thick stack of LMD.

“Th-thank you, General!” The Perro nodded, pocketing the money before saluting. “I p-promise to give her the b-best date of her life.”

“I believe it.”

At that moment, Gummy burst through the door, the picture of Ursan beauty despite being clearly bothered. “Sonyaaaa! Leave him alone!”

“Just making sure he knows his place.” Just before being pulled away by the chef, she whispered, “Don’t forget to kiss her when you bring her back.”

“Go away! You already have a date for tonight!” She literally flung Zima back towards the door, huffing a little as she did.

Sonya just laughed as Anna poked her head out the door. “Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” The General gave one last chuckle. “You two have a good night.”

“Finally! I thought she’d never leave. So, um, you said we’re going to dinner first, right?” Gummy fluffed one of her hair-meatballs, making sure she hadn’t knocked it out of place with that toss.

Greyy snapped back to reality. “Y-yeah, I think we sh-should. Um...You look amazing.”

“Oh! Thank you!” She giggled. “And you’re especially adorable tonight. I like the bow-tie.”

“Th-thanks. Um, I didn’t know where you’d want to eat, so...” He had a nervous grin glued to his face. It was hard not to at least try to smile when she was standing right there.

The chef shrugged. “Anywhere’s fine, really. I’m not high-maintenance or anything...Actually, a burger would be pretty good right about now.”

“Burgers? Okay, I know a place, then.” The Perro took her hand just like he had before. “Shall we?”

“That sounds great.” Her response was enthusiastic, but somewhat muted by the fact he’d taken her breath away. To think her timid date had no trouble holding her hand like that...It was amazing.

The joint he had in mind was close to the theatre, so they took their time there waiting for their showing to start seating. Greyy got something small - he wanted to enjoy the popcorn, after all - while Gummy got a burger the size of her head and dug in with gusto, somehow managing to keep her clothes clean despite the river of burger grease that collected. It was a bit difficult to hold a conversation with that happening, but that just gave the Perro the time he needed to work up the courage to complete the first task the General had given him.

The Ursus sighed contentedly after finishing her not-quite pound of beef, now washing it down with a cola and fries. “It’s been so long since I had a burger I didn’t cook! Thanks for taking me here, Greyy!”

“Of c-course.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, c-can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything.” She turned her attention from the fry pile to him, albeit still chewing on an extra long one.

Watching her redoubled Greyy’s smile. “Um, I know we usually g-go by c-codenames, but Greyy really is my name, so I was w-wondering...What’s your real name?”

“I haven’t told you yet! Silly me.” The chef lightly slapped her forehead. “It’s Rada.”

“Rada...” The Perro tried it out in his head a few times after saying it the once.

She giggled. “You okay?”

“Oh, y-yeah, I’m fine! B-better than fine, really.” His face was going to be sore from all the smiling by the end of the night. “I’m j-just really happy to b-be here with you.”

“Me too! I mean, to be here with you, not to be here with me. It’s kind of hard for me not to be with me, after all. He-heh.”

Greyy nodded. “Y-yeah, I know the feeling...Um, should we go see about popcorn now?”

“Oh, yeah, the popcorn!” Another burst of energy as she stepped off her chair and wheeled around to him before stopping. “Hang on, I need to check my wallet real quick.”

“D-don’t worry, I’m p-paying tonight.” The Perro left a chunk of the money Zima’d given him on the table.

Rada’s brow furrowed. “For everything? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“N-no, it’s fine,” he assured her. “The Engineering Department p-pays me really well for my e-experience level.”

“Hmm...Alright, but next time, I’m paying, okay?” She slipped his hand into his as they headed for the exit.

He nodded. “I-if you really want to.”

“I do.” The Ursus blushed. ‘He already agreed to a next time~’

“G-good evening, ma’am. Two t-tickets for the 1840 showing of Mercy on a Razor’s Edge?”

Waai Fu, who’d volunteered to run the ticket stand on her night off, nodded as she took them from him. “You helped with the production, right? Miss Nian told me to tell you something.”

“Ooh,” Gummy gasped. “A behind-the-scenes extra?”

“Something like that. ‘A silent sky brings a show of thunder, so ready yourself before your greatest wonder.’ She says you’ll know what she means when the time comes. Enjoy the film, Mister Greyy, Miss Gummy.” And with that, she looked past them to the next pair in line.

Rada’s free hand went to her chin as they walked over to the snack stand. “What on earth did that mean?”

“I-I don’t know.” Actually, he did, but he realized the Nian was setting him up for a perfect moment, so he didn’t say anything. “D-do you want your own p-popcorn”

“Huh? Oh, no, we can share. Oooh, extra butter, though.”

The Perro nodded. “I was th-thinking the s-same thing. Excuse me, Mister Matterhorn?”

“Good evening, Mister Greyy.” The Forte winked at Gummy. “So this is the date you mentioned at lunch today. Good choice.”

“Matt!” She pouted at him.

He laughed. “You know I had to tease you a little, Gumdrop. It’s nice to see you out and about, I mean it. One extra-large with double spray?”

“Y-yes, please.” How many people were rooting for him on this date? Greyy wasn’t sure if he should be happy or scared. “Here you go.”

“And here’s your popcorn. Enjoy the movie.” Matterhorn gave the pair another wink.

Rada sighed as she steered them towards the theatre. “Sorry about that.”

“S-sorry? No, I don’t mind at all.” Greyy squeezed her hand. “It’s nice that everyone’s almost happy f-for us as I am to b-be here with you.”

“Oh, Greyy, you are such a sweetheart~ Hey, look, two seats in the central row!”

They watched the previews - several of them being films Greyy had helped on, actually, being Rhodes Island’s premier lighting specialist - and throughout most of the film, Gummy was clearly engrossed in the plot. Thanks to Click, the fight scenes looked real enough to worry the Ursus at times, but having the Perro with her kept her from flipping out. It was a compelling story of espionage, romance, and a war of ideals between two factions, neither of which were completely wrong, just missing information, while the protagonist (played by FEater, naturally) tried to rectify that knowledge gap. It was really good for an independent film, and Gummy was focused in on it from start to finish.

Unlike her date, who was anxiously waiting for the moment Nian had mentioned in her cryptic poem. See, it’d been his job to help film the fireworks festival scene, and in Click’s words, he’d “totally fucking killed it” - meaning that was his greatest wonder. There was a long enough stretch of silence ahead of it that he would have enough time to get Rada’s attention, say something cool and dramatic, and kiss her just as the fireworks went off, but only if he got it exactly-

The theatre fell quiet, and Greyy knew his moment had come. “Rada?”

“Hmm?” She turned to look at him, the light of a silent single firework reflected in her eye. “Yes, Greyy?”

“I love you.” Surprising himself by getting it right the first time, the Perro did as movies had taught him - closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to the side, hoping she’d meet him in the middle-

-As if there was any doubt. The light from the screen and the roar of the fireworks’ exploding wowed the crowd, but a much more powerful display was going on in the theatre itself. As the movie resumed, beginning the final arc it had in store for its audience, Gummy held her forehead to Greyy’s with a warm smile on her face. “I love you, too.”

Leaving the theatre in silence looked a lot more awkward to an outsider than it was for the pair; honestly, after that, what more was there left to say? Once they were at Rada’s doorstep, however, Greyy did find some words to use.

“I, um...” Okay, it wasn’t immediate, but close enough. “I had a really g-good time tonight.”

“I did, too. You want to do this again sometime?” The chef was holding both his hands in hers, looking at him expectantly.

He grinned nervously with a sudden extra helping of blush. “Y-yeah…I would do this every d-day if I could.”

“Me, too.” She giggled. “Sorry, I just- I don’t know. I guess I’m kind of surprised, is all. I thought something would go wrong, but tonight’s been more than perfect. Does it feel that way to you?”

“I-i guess so? It’s k-kind of hard for me to tell.”

Rada cocked her head. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His eyes shone in the light above the apartment door. “Any evening with you is perfect to me.”

“Oh, Greyy~” And with that perfect opportunity, they had their second kiss of the evening-

-Captured on Istina’s phone from inside. “Oh crap, I left the flash on.”

“...Um, I need to go have a talk with them now,” Gummy explained, blushing wildly, “but are you free sometime this week for dinner here? I wanna make something special for you.”

“J-just say the word, and I’ll c-come running.” As evidenced by his tail swishing steadily back and forth behind him.

She nodded before pulling him into a great big hug. “Good. I’ll see you soon~”

“Mmhmm.” ...How long had it been since he’d gotten a hug that felt like this? “Good night, Rada.”

“Good night, Greyy. Keep on shining for me, ‘kay?” She let him go and turned to go inside.

The Perro stood there for a moment before replying, “Until I see your light again.” With that, feeling somewhat embarrassed but also proud he’d managed to say it, he dashed off to go home and cheer without disturbing the rest of Rhodes Island.

“Wow.” The General and the advisor, both in somewhat ruffled pajamas, were still by the window when the chef came in. “So, how was it?”

“Awesome, but why the hell did you take a picture of us just now?” She was a little angry, but that last line had left her beaming like a spotlight, so at this point she was more pretending to be mad than anything.

Istina shrugged. “It’s rare to catch these memories on film, and Sonya wanted to have your first kiss saved somewhere.”

“Well, joke’s on you, because that was our second kiss.” Gummy mimed flipping her hair (instead jiggling a meatball) before turning to go to her room. “I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”

“You’re going to leave us hanging, just like that?” Zima didn’t get a response.

Anna shook her head as she squeezed the General’s hand. “It was rude of us to spy like that. The movie was good, though, don’t you agree?”

“When did she have her first kiss, though? We were with them from the burger shop on...” Sonya shook her head. “Whatever. Let’s go to bed; all this espionage has made me tired.”

“Agreed...They do make a cute couple.”

She nodded. “Yeah...almost as cute as us.”

#arknights #greyy (arknights)#gummy (arknights)#so remember how the actual asking for the date was short?#tried to make up for that here #think i succeeded #also Zima and Istina giving off lesbian aunt energy to me in this story #i dunno why but there's something super aunt-ish about the General's behavior #probably just me though?#eh #this shit is fucking adorable either way #thanks nic!#arknights fic

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ijustwant2write · 5 years ago

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Two Sides-Brock Rumlow x Reader

(GIF credit to @rockbumlow)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'Hi! Could I please request something with Rumlow? Maybe the reader part of strike but is super shy but it comes across as very aloof and the only reason she’s shy is because she’s nervous around Rumlow?'

Characters: Brock Rumlow x Reader, (there are made up characters in this story too)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Shyness, bullying, self pressure, loneliness, swearing, fluff, sexual tension

(A/N: I got waaaaayy too into this)

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"Ready for another day agent (Y/L/N)?" Matt, a fellow agent asked, way too perky for my liking.

"You ask me that every morning." I dryly said as we stepped into the elevator.

"And I always wait for an answer. I still haven't got one yet."

"We're here for work."

Matt sighed.“You know we’re on the same team right? It wouldn’t hurt to engage in some friendly conversation.”

I didn’t reply, hating that I couldn’t think of anything to say back. I knew it came off as rude, I wasn’t stupid. Despite being able to think on my feet during a mission, map out strategic plans when entering new territory, and making snap decisions when fighting enemy, I could never come up with a conversation starter. It had been a struggle since I was young, though I knew who to blame for that. My parents were strict military people, they didn’t believe that a child needed that nurture in their life as long as they had a routine. Hence why I was in the position I was today, part of the S.T.R.I.K.E team for S.H.I.E.L.D, the one member everyone hated.

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, Matt spotted other agents he knew, instantly catching up to them. I masked the hurt, following far behind towards the briefing room. We had another big mission coming up, one which was vital to us. If we were successful, we could close this case that had been open for over ten years. Everyone greeted each other in the room, some making an effort with me, others completely blanking me. I didn’t take offence. Instead, I took a seat, flicking through the files handed out to us, already knowing it inside out. There was no social life at home (not that there was much of one for a S.H.I.E.L.D agent anyway), but I always refused the celebratory drink after a mission; I couldn’t risk embarrassing myself, not when I had built my way up through the system.

"Sir your asses down," Rumlow walked in, wearing his usual combat gear like the rest of us,"let's get this over with, we all have the same loathing for paper work."

"Except for (Y/L/N)." someone sniggered, though it was ignored.

Rumlow set up the screen in seconds before beginning. I listened to every word that left his mouth, entranced into the way he spoke. He was just so flawless, a sculpture of a man. His handsome features added to his intimidating stature, and he was able to talk his way out of anything. Training beside him hadn't been too bad either. But like everyone else, I hardly spoke to him, feeling the stuttering and awkward conversation building up in my throat.

"Agent (Y/L/N), can you tell us the intel you found on our killer?" Rumlow called me up front, gesturing for me to take over as he leaned against a wall.

I hated how everyone looked at me. Not just because of the pressure, but I knew how much they hated me when I was in this position, having to listen to the bitch of the group instruct them all; and they were going to hate me even more once I told them what I found.

Holding onto the tablet, I swiped through my research, pulling up a picture of a woman's mugshot on the big screen, causing everyone to be confused.

"So when I was looking on the database for any similar records to our killer, I couldn't find any men. I know that everywhere we have been, the security footage has suggested that it is a man, but upon further inspection, it turns out we were wrong."

Matt interrupted me."You're telling me, that all those agents, including us, were wrong?"

My hands gripped onto the tablet, trying to hide my shaking. Don't back down (Y/N).

"Unfortunately yes. But that's not any of our fault. She has led us in this direction to throw us off the scent."

Matt scoffed, glancing around at the others.

"Just look at the kills," I opened multiple tabs, showing her past work,"I've never seen any men murder people like this. And looking through our database backs that up. I know it may set us back, but I've managed to find quite a few leads on the people that she's worked for."

"All of that work, for nothing." one agent huffed."How could she have got away from us?"

"I have never seen this sort of disguise technology before. And she's a woman, it's easier to not be noticed."

"This is the twenty first century you know, "

"And yet when tasked with finding a killer assassin, you all instantly thought it was a man. I wouldn't be presenting this information if I didn't believe in it."

"Alright, sit down agent." Rumlow nodded, and I practically scurried back to my seat.

My heart was pounding, I had been more scared of that than going into any mission. It was no surprise to me when I caught people glaring, rolling their eyes at me or simply frowning. I had proven that our months of work were a waste of time, we would have to revisit so many sites just to get a basic understanding of this woman. The briefing went on for another hour, discussing how we should change our plans, what the best and fastest course of action would be. Once finished, everyone rushed to leave, though I took my time, not wanting to be stuck in an elevator with them all. As I finally stood, gathering up my folder, Rumlow slowly closed the door.

"You've got some big balls there (Y/L/N)." he chuckled, leaning his elbows on top of a chair.

I stuttered like an idiot."Uh-uh, th-thank you sir?"

"Took a lot of nerve to present that new information, your team wasn't very happy."

I said nothing.

"Give me something to work with agent. You only make it hard on yourself." he wasn't harsh with his tone, but I still found it upsetting.

"It's...I-" I couldn't think of anything to say."It's work."

"It's work, right." he rounded the table to stand in front of me."Just don't think it would hurt to bond with them, at the end of the day, they're your allies, not your enemies."

"Yes sir."

We stood there, staring at each other as if it were a stand off. I felt that I had dissapointed him in the only way I could, by not being a team player. I had never put that as my strongest point, I worked a lot better by myself, but unfortunately, my skills were best used in this team. When he leaned away, I took that as a sign that I was dismissed, quickly leaving.

As I left, I could feel my pulse racing, my throat welling up as if I was about to cry. I loved doing this job, but I found it so hard to make friends, or even be casual with colleagues. All those years growing up in silence, and now it was being used against me. I couldn't let Rumlow down.

As the day went on, the team and I tried to gather as much intel as possible, and all was quiet in the room. Some of them overexaggerating their gestures when flipping through files or typing away. It made me feel more and more small, keeping my head down until this day was over.

"Right, lunch break!" someone called out, making me jump.

They all started to leave, and I heard mumbles of asking me to lunch, though that was followed with disagreement. I followed behind as we piled into the elevator, starting to descend.

"(Y/L/N)," Matt said,"you wanna eat with us today?"

I could see everyone's reflections, no one wanted me there. I opened my mouth to say no, but then I had another idea.

"Yes."

Their expressions changed from annoyance to shock, all exchanging glances. Some chuckled, others hollering and whooping that I was finally joining them. I was still hesitant to go with them, trying to keep up with so many conversations as we made our way to the canteen. They did most of the talking, I was a good listener. It was as if I was in a high school movie, hanging with the popular kids, being allowed to sit at their lunch table.

"So what made you change your mind?" Matt asked as we tucked into our food. Everyone else was involved in other conversations.

"Hm?" I sounded, still having food in my house.

"About coming to lunch with us?"

"Um...I need to be a team player."

"Did boss man say something?"

I looked down at my food.

"You don't have to be scared of him, he can't hear you."

"I...I guess so."

"Are you scared of him?" Matt teased.

"I'm not scared so to speak."

He gasped."You're intimidated, and not because he's the boss!"

I ducked my head."Can you not be so loud?"

He lowered his voice."I've seen the way you look at each other. It's very sexual."

My eyes widened."What?! What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, she swears! And don't worry, I won't say anything to the others."

"Oh my god, I swear nothing is happening."

"But you wish it would."

"Matt."

He laughed under his breath, hiding it from the others."Hey, we don't get to see a lot of other people outside of work, it gets to you."

I carried on eating, thankful that my turtleneck was hiding my blush. I could have easily stopped it there, closed myself off again. But I was turning over a new leaf, I had to bond with my team, Rumlow had said so.

"OK, you want to know the real reason I'm quiet all the time?" I mumbled.

"Yes! Especially since that was probably the longest sentence I've heard from you."

"I grew up as an only child with really strict parents. And when I say strict, I think that Director Fury would be more of a doting father than mine was. So I've only known how to live a military lifestyle, which is why I'm here, obviously. And I guess, with people who are in charge, I feel like I can't dissapointed them. That's why I do so much extra work, not because I'm sucking up to Rumlow like you lot say. If I dissapoint, I get punished."

"Punished?"

"It's so stupid I know. But that's all I did for my parents. Work, work, work until they're happy. And we are one of the best teams within this whole organisation, it's only natural that we have to get good results."

"You out way too much pressure on yourself. You could never do anything wrong. I mean, did Rumlow yell at you for throwing away all of our work this morning?"

I ignored his jab."I guess not."

"Exactly. You know what, I'm starting to like you."

As the end of the day, I headed to the changing rooms to get into my gym clothes, ready for an evening workout. I had thought about lunch and how surprisingly well it went. Just as I was removing my jewellery, I heard two other people enter, thinking nothing of it until I heard my name.

"Did you see (Y/N) earlier?" a girl said, I couldn't recognise the voice.

"Yeah, how weird was it to see her with other people?" her friend replied.

"I actually started believing those rumours about her being a robot."

They giggled. I heard them shut their lockers, footsteps heading towards me. Quickly opening my locker, I used the door to block my face. Luckily they didn't see me, and I only closed it again when I was completely certain they were gone.

Don't let it get to you, not anymore.

Once the coast was clear, I carried my water bottle and towel into the training centre, heading straight towards the treadmills to warm up, when someone called my name.

"Quickly warm up," Rumlow instructed,"I need someone to spar with."

He was by the punching bags, going back to his workout. I stood there, surprised by the demand in his voice. Realising I was just stood there staring, I slowly turned around to get on the treadmill. Beginning the steady jog, I could feel my palms become sweaty, though not from the exercise. Was this a test? Or was he wanting to remind me who I was, put me in my place?

You haven't done anything to piss him off, idiot.

Not wanting to waste his time, I stopped running, the treadmill slowing down beneath my feet. Making my way towards him, I tried to big myself up in my mind, grow my confidence in a matter of steps; it shattered as soon as Rumlow looked at me.

"Come on then." he jabbed at my arm, stepping onto the sparring mat.

I took a deep gulp, almost tiptoing onto the mat. He had his arms up in a defensive stance, and I copied, bracing myself for impact. As we slowly circled, trying to figure out the others tactic. Some feeling in me surged, and I boldly threw the first punch. He easily blocked it, though I was able to get a jab at the stomach. We both tried hitting each other, achieving some as well as blocking. I got braver with every movement, managing to trip him over, though I followed soon after as he pulled me down with him.

We were rolling all over the place, both struggling to take control. I groaned, using my shouting to make my attacks stronger. But this was tiring, Brock was a great fighter, hence why he was in charge of the team. The day had been so emotionally training, and like an idiot, I was letting it get the better of me.

"Alright," Brock chuckled as I managed to gain control, tapping my arm,"that was a good fight."

I didn't ease off at first, wondering if it was a trick. When he stayed still, I slowly climbed off him, only to be flipped onto my back, Brock smirking over me, with a wild look in his eye that was doing things to me.

"Go to dinner with me." he blurted out.

My eyes widened."W-what?"

"You heard me."

"Uh-uh, sir I-"

"Just one date, that's all I'm asking. And before you say anything about work protocol, I say fuck it."

I could feel his grip loosening on me, and once again, I pushed him so he was the one lying down. However, I wasn't pinning him down the way we had been trained; luckily for me, no one else was in the room, and I was able to straddle him, hands resting on his firm chest.

What the fuck (Y/N), you can't just act out your fanatasties in the gym?!

"Pick me up at seven on Saturday. Surprise me." I confidently said, though I felt that I could faint at any moment.

He bit his lip, that seductive motherfucker."Your attitude has changed in a day."

"Do you like it?"

I hadn't meant to sound sexual, I was genuinely asking.

"So far, so good. Hopefully I'll get to see more of this on Saturday."

I stood up keeping a leg either side of his waist, looking down at him."You're very presumptuous. Don't get too confident just yet sir."

Saying nothing more, I walked back over to my water bottle and towel, purposely bending over as I knew he was still watching. I didn't even glanced over my shoulder as I left. But once I was out of sight, I let out the quick, heavy breaths from my mouth, sounding like I was hyper ventilating. Who was that back there? It certainly wasn't me! Where had that come from and where had that confidence been all my life? But the rush, the thrill of teasing him, that was amazing! Knowing that he wanted me, and that I wanted him, but still denying his advances. I had missed out on this my whole life. All I knew was that on Saturday, I wasn't going to hold back any more.

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