#ps… maybe a new place soon if i get bored enough. do you guys want me to put him on a bookshelf

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okay guys quick psa. just because i don’t post as of now, doesnt mean i don’t look at my notes. that being said, please for the love of god save your effort in tagging me in things like “if this gets x amount of notes i’ll-“ because i’m not gonna reblog it unless it’s kinger-related and like, really bonkers cool

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN���)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

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The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

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Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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[forever-rogue]

IMAGINE Javi saying one of his many fuck mes and you (a shy secretary that tries to stay out of everyone’s way and blushes anytime Javi or Steve talks to you and Javi has thought you cute but usually forgets about you until today) hear him and say gladly under your breath. He overhears and flirts with you the rest of the day till he takes you at work

I got…a little carried away. Oops? Enjoy 😏 (PS -18+ only!)

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You sighed lightly as you typed away, the clicking of the aging type writer keys starting to get to you. But it was better than nothing; besides the ticking of the clock, it was the only sound keeping you company. It was a slow day and for once there wasn’t much to occupy your time, so you had resorted to doing the menial paperwork you’d been putting off. You swore it made the time go by slower. Positive it must have been nearing five, or it surely should have been anyway, you allowed yourself to glance up.

A long groan immediately escaped your lips as you saw that it had been only about fifteen minutes since the last time you checked the clock. Impossible, you sighed internally, something must be wrong with it. Checking the fine gold watch on your wrist, you let out an even louder groan when you realized that it displayed the same time as the wall clock. This place had to be cursed or something.

Maybe you could sneak out early today and go for a walk…or something. It was a beautiful, sunny, perfectly warm day, and it felt like a shame to remain indoors doing practically nothing. But you knew that you’d never be allowed to leave early in case an important call came through. As if. The phone hadn’t rang a single time today.

But just before you could turn back to your paperwork, the sound of annoyed voices and quickly shuffling feet met your ears. You perked up at the sound, excited at the possibility of seeing some people today. Yeah, it had been a really boring day, and you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of many people. You stopped typing and trying to discern the voices as they neared.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Murphy,” ah yes, the unmistakable, annoyed tones of one Javier Pena, “she’s out of her damn mind.”

“We have to do this her way for once, Javi,” Steve’s exasperated response made you want to giggle, “we’ve got at least try and stay on her good side.”

“Fuck,” Javier seemed beyond annoyed as they rounded the corner and came into your view. You gave them both a small smile as they turned to walk into their shared office space. They’d been out doing field work for most of the day, and you were glad to have them back. They provided some form of amusement anyway, and listening to them bicker like children was fun at times, especially when they asked to settle things for them and pick a side.

“Hey,” they both turned to give you a wave as you repeated the gesture before dropping your head as a blush crept into your cheeks. There was always something about the way Javier’s dark eyes raked over you that made you feel like a giddy school girl.

Steve struggled with opening the door and Javier was clearly impatient as he watched his partner. He ran a hand over his tired face before letting out loud, “fuck me!”

You were biting on your bottom lip so hard to keep from giggling out loud, sure you would draw blood at any second. Instead you intently stared at the keys, but before you could knew what was happening or you could manage to stop yourself, you whispered, “gladly. Any day.”

Freezing in horror as you realized what you had done, your eyes widened as you glanced up to see if either of them had overheard you. It had meant to be a completely internal monologue with yourself, but somehow…fate, or whatever you wanted to call it, had a different idea. If Steve or Javi had overheard you, they didn’t indicate that anything had happened. Instead, Steve had finally managed to open the door and they went inside. Letting out a sigh of relief, you were sure that you were in the clear. It couldn’t have been more than a mere whisper, probably inaudible to anyone but yourself.

But it wasn’t. Oh no. Javier was astute as ever, and he had impeccable hearing. He heard you loud and clear, a little smirk working its way onto his face at your words. But he played it off, knowing that it hadn’t been intentional. No; you were much too sweet and demure to have ever said something like publicly. But now he knew that you reciprocated his feelings. Who would have thought?

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As the dull morning turned into the afternoon, you thought you were going delirious from the monotony. But a figure soon cast a shadow over your work, and you looked up slowly, hoping it wouldn’t be the ambassador or anything. To your surprise and internal delight, it had turned out to be Javier. You gave him a small smile as you leaned back in your chair, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Do you want to go and get a coffee?” he asked as he perched himself on the edge of your desk, waiting you closely. You tried not to let your eyes linger for too long…but it was hard. Especially when he was wearing his tightest jeans and that damned pink button up.

“A coffee?” you repeated as he nodded. You knew what he meant, but decided to play dumb, feeling an odd rush of courage flood through your veins, “I’m perfectly fine to go and walk into the kitchen and get myself some of this gourmet bean water.”

“You know what I mean,” he smirked as he gave your long cold coffee from this morning a dismal once over, “you really gonna finish that?”

“As if,” you joked, pushing it a little further away from you, “what? Is Murphy too busy to be your date?”

“I don’t know,” he asked, taking a look back into his office briefly, “didn’t ask.”

“Oh?”

“That’s because I’m asking you,” he raised an eyebrow at you and you swore you could easily melt in your seat. Why did he have to have this type of effect on you, “don’t really care about him right now. So, what do you say?”

“Right now?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “I don’t get the impression that you’re terribly immersed in your work right now. We can’t get out for a little bit…go for a walk. A shame to waste to a beautiful day inside, no?”

“I-”

“You’re not going to miss anything. I guarantee it.”

“But-”

“It’s just a coffee, hermosa, it’s not a lifetime commitment.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?” he posed as you let out an exasperated sigh. He wouldn’t let this go, of course he wouldn’t. He gave you such a sweet look, that you just knew he knew that you wouldn’t say no. But…this was Javier. Should you really trust him? You did, fully…but should you?

“Okay,” you agreed, trying to fight off the smile that was threatening to break your face. Javier slid of your desk and beckoned for you to follow, “wait? Right now?”

“No time like the present,” he insisted as you stood up and followed him, shaking your head in amusement. You reached for your purse but he shook his head, “don’t bother.”

“Why? It’s not like this is a date.”

“It can be whatever you want,” always so cryptic with his responses, and aloof. You weren’t sure how to respond, not wanting to make more of this than it was. But then again…what did you want it to be? Before overthinking it, you tucked your purse back inside your drawer and stepped around to follow him, “new dress?”

“I..yeah…how did you…?”

“I like it,” he gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, and you weren’t sure if you were glad you wore the new dress or loathing yourself. It had been a warm morning, and the office didn’t exactly have the best cooling system, so you had worn it mostly to not become a sweat soaked mess, but this…wasn’t so bad either. You had wondered at first if it was even work appropriate, thinking it might have shown a little too much cleavage. Maybe it was just right after all, “the color suits you.”

“Thanks Javi,” you started to head out, hoping he didn’t see the flush of your cheeks as you bowed your head. He noticed. He most definitely noticed. But what neither of you noticed was Steve from inside the office, still stuck on a call and waving wildly at you guys as you just walked away. Javier hadn’t mentioned a word to him. Oops. Steve closed his eyes and sighed as he sat back down. Typical Javi.

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Coffee and a walk with Javier ended up being…pleasant, fun even. He was ever the gentleman, paying for your coffee (and dessert) making you laugh the entire time. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had smiled so much; he couldn’t either. He ended up suggesting a walk in one of his favorite spots in the city, a hidden little gem that you’d never seen before. It was a beautiful escape from the hustle of the city, a lush green little escape.

He ended up doing most of the talking, which you didn’t mind one bit. You could have listened to him for hours with that warm, honeyed voice. It just…hit different. A few times his hand had brushed against yours and while it momentarily crossed your mind that you should take a step to the side to give him space, you didn’t do that. You kind of…liked the feeling of his rough hand against yours. He didn’t mind either; you knew all the brushes couldn’t have been accidental.

By the time you’d gotten back to the office, you were sad to end your little outing. To go back to the monotony of work after such a lovely time was surely a sin. But unfortunately, soon enough, you were back at your desk, eyes feeling like they were glazing over from boredom. When Javi had stepped back into his and Steve’s office, you immediately heard Steve start to give Javi the third degree. You couldn’t hold back the small bits of laughter that bubbled up at the two men. They were worse than children sometimes. Javier caught your eye and made a dramatic face as just shrugged your shoulders.

»»————-　♡　————-««

And so your week carried on, just as dull and dry as Monday had been. Surely it had to be the slowest and most painful week of your entire career in Colombia. It appeared that everyone, even the criminals on your radar had taken a siesta as soon as the first bits of spring weather hit.

The only reprieve from the boredom came in the form of…Javi. Not that Javi hadn’t been friendly with you before - on the contrary. He had always been kind to you, treating with respect and as a friend, not just some secretary. But this week things seemed different, even more friendly than normal. It wasn’t an unwelcome change by any means, but it caught you completely off guard.

You had a fresh cup of coffee, the real stuff not the weak instant stuff from the kitchen, and a pastry waiting for you every morning. No note was attached, but one wasn’t required. You knew it immediately it was from Javi; he always managed to catch your eye and gave you a wink whenever you got in.

It was almost like he made it a point to find a reason to step out of his office whenever he had a chance, always coming by your desk to make some comment to you. You knew he didn’t have to step out to go to the bathroom that often, that he didn’t need anything from the kitchen every hour, but you didn’t question it. It was nice to have someone to shoot the breeze with, instead of falling asleep.

Friday still rolled around slowly, and by the time noon had approached you were allowing yourself to feel slightly excited. Soon enough you’d be able to escape the office and go home and drink that bottle of wine you’d been saving all week. It wasn’t particularly exciting, but it was better than sitting around and being bored to tears.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Javier pulled you out of your little daydream and back in reality as he leaned over your desks, his face mere inches from yours. You tried not to completely lose at his close proximity, but it was hard to stare at his handsome face, or how good he smelled.

“Nothing,” you admitted sheepishly and he raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to go on, “just thinking about how excited I am to get out of here and have the weekend off.”

“Oh? Exciting plans?” he asked and you almost burst into laughter.

“If by exciting plans you mean sitting on my couch and watching movies and drinking wine, then yes,” you answered with a shrug as he seemed to relax a little bit, a bit of tension leaving his face, “what about you? Any���exciting rendez-vous?”

“No,” he grimaced a little bit, and you wondered what was going on in his head, “but I was…do you want to go out tonight?”

“What?” your jaw dropped at his words. Surely you had heard him wrong. Surely he meant to ask someone other than you.

“Do you,” he pointed directly at you, “want to go out with me?”

“Ugh,” you started to panic a little bit as you realized what he was asking, “like…”

“A date,” he finished for you, a bit of amusement coloring his features, “I’ll break it down even further, hermosa, I, Javier, am asking you, Y/N, if you would like to go out to dinner tonight, as a date and not just friends.”

You were positive you were blushing like mad as you hid your face behind your hands. You didn’t know what you prompted this, or all the attention he had been showering you with this week, but it had warmed your soul. At first you thought it might be some sort of joke, or something, but you knew Javi would never do that. He was a better man than that. Javi let out a warm laugh at your sudden shyness, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face, giving you a curious glance as he anticipated your response. You bit your lip but nodded before quietly voicing your agreement, “yes…that sounds lovely.”

“Great,” he grinned at you, gently drumming his fingers along your desk, “it’s a date then. We can go when we’re off.”

“Aren’t you off later than I am?”

“I’m off whenever I want to be,” he was getting cheeky as he shot you a wink, “so I’ll be off whenever you are.”

“Whatever you say, Agent Peña,” you teased, “I’ll find you when I’m off.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was quickly interrupted by Steve shouting for him…again. It wasn’t lost on him at all how much Javier seemed to frequent your desk lately, making many more stops than possibly necessary. Normally he wouldn’t say anything, but for the first time all week, they actually had something to do.

“I’ll see you soon, hermosa,” it was more of a promise than a statement and he walked back in, already shaking his head at Steve. You let out a small sound of delight, only to yourself, as you turned your attention back to work. How were you possible going to focus on doing anything else when you actually had something to look forward to?

»»————-　♡　————-««

By the time you were finished for the day, you gathered your things and looked for Javi. He was still in his office, on a call, an annoyed expression etched on his features. Steve on his way out, to which Javier only responded with him flipping him the bird. He gave you a wave on the way out and stood in the door way of their office, leaning against the door.

“Javi,” you called his name softly and he looked up at you, giving you a sorry look as he pointed at the phone cradled between his shoulder and ear. You nodded in understanding and strolled over to him, sitting down on the edge of his desk, just as he’d done to you all week. His eyes widened in surprise, but a different kind of look soon worked its way onto his features.

You were wearing a dress again, similar to the one from earlier in the week; this one was purposely chosen, cherry picked to catch his eye. Which it had, causing him to almost break his neck as he did a double take when you arrived in the morning.

Swinging your legs back and forth, you waited for him to finish, unsure of how much longer he would take. But Javi had other plans, naturally. He put a hand your calf, causing you to falter your motions in surprise for a moment, before slowly bringing his hand up to your thigh, just under the soft fabric of your dress. At first his brashness surprised you, but then, what surprised you even more, was the fact that you didn’t want him to stop. Instead you placed your hand on top of his and slowly slid it further up your leg, bringing it closer and closer to your heat.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched, trying to make sure you knew what you were starting. You eyes never left his as you settled his hand at the apex of your thighs. You had no clue what suddenly possessed to be so bold. Here you were, in the open were anyone could walk in, shamelessly wanting Javi to touch you.

Javi slowly slipped your panties to the side, dragging a long finger through your folders, a wicked look crossing his features when he realized how wet you were already. For him. You rocked your hips slightly against his fingers, silently encouraging him to do more, to touch you as much as he wanted.

“I’ve ugh…I’ve got to go…something just came up,” he said suddenly as he practically slammed the phone back down on the receiver. You let out a soft sound as he added another finger and started touching your sensitive bundle of nerves, “you’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you joked as you gave him your best, innocent doe eyes. He made a small sound, akin to a growl as he pulled removed his fingers from you. You huffed lightly at the loss, a small sound escaping your lips. Quickly he placed his large hands on your hips, wasting no time in pulling you into his lap. You grinned up at him with a quickly little smile, “hello there.”

“You’re a little minx, aren’t you?” he asked as you put your hands on the sides of his face, tracing gently over his features, just like all the times you had imagined doing so in your wildest dreams. He watched you with curiosity, amazed by the combination of both your boldness and gentleness. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “but also a gentle thing. What a combination.”

“Just like you,” you responded, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his, closing your eyes to savor the moment. He rested a hand on your back, tracing aimless shapes and patterns onto your skin. You grinned slightly, “Javi.”

“I really want to go to dinner,” he said quietly, his lips brushing against yours, the tickle of his mustache making you grin, “but ugh…”

You shifted slightly in his lap, and knew exactly what he was referring as his hardness became evident. Unable to control yourself at all, you pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips, “dinner can wait. How about dessert first?”

“Right here?” he almost choked on the words as you nodded. It was bold, even for him. But somehow the thrill of it all, the idea of being caught was enough to drive him wild. Slowly standing up, earning a low groan from him, you walked over to the door and closed it, locking it before closing the blinds.

“Don’t you want some dessert, Javi?”

[leviskitten]

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Bruno Bucciarati x reader(gn)

Warnings: general nsfw themes, nothing dark so dw.

A/n: and anotha one, but this time it’s my baby boy bruno 🥰🥰 (ps. I have a one-shot of him coming up soon but for now enjoy this).

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♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Ok but hear me out, he’s the KING of aftercare and you cannot convince me otherwise.

He would run you a bath, and bathe you as well (unless you don’t want him to, in that case he’ll give you your space). Then he’d gently cuddle with you in his probably way too big bed and caress you until you fall sleep. Or would bring you some water and snacks so you don’t go to bed with an empty stomach 🥺

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He likes his legs probably. I headcannon that he has ~gorgeous legs, so he probably likes them a lot.

On you, he doesn’t really have a favorite body part. I feel like he’d be the type of guy to love you as a whole, and doesn’t really notice details like that. But if you really want an answer, then I guess it’ll be your hands or something like that.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Idk why, but I feel like he cums a lot. Like, he shoots massive loads each time he cums. Which would probably be the main reason of why he’s not a big fan of cumming more than twice. And it would also be reason why he insists on cumming on you a lot of times.

Now don’t get me wrong, he loves the feeling of cumming in you and filling you up to the brim. But there’s just something in seeing you covered in his massive loads that just makes him go all fuzzy and 🥰🥰

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• He really wants to have a threesome with you and Abbachio.

He thought of it once randomly and now the scenario just keeps floating in his mind ever since. And he has a hard time trying not to stare everytime you and Abbachio interact.

Just the thought of you messy with his lipstick while both of them fuck you relentlessly makes him feel lightheaded.

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He probably had a little bit of prior experience, however it doesn’t really matter, because he knows what he likes and how to get it (while giving you what you want as well of course). So he definitely knows what he’s doing, don’t worry about it.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Not to be basic, but probably missionary or mating press.

I feel like he’s more of a soft service dom (who would sub or turn into a hard dom if asked), and a little bit of a classic romantic, so he probably likes to go at it soft and slow, for which missionary and mating press are prefect for.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He’s probably really serious and focused on the moment, however if you laugh or joke at something and he finds it funny too, he would laugh, tho he’ll try to brush it off and go back at it again smh.

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• Oh he’s extremely well groomed down there, and everywhere else really.

Either completely shaved, or well trimmed, and would never EVER smell bad. He likes to take care of himself, so you would never catch this man slippin when it comes to that. (And yes ofc the carpet matches the drapes he has black hair lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• Oh he loooves to be really intimate. Calling you sweet italian nicknames, praising you on how good you feel/how good you respond to him, kissing you constantly, grabbing your hands, etc.

And yes, he does tells you he loves you right after you both cum. It’s almost mandatory.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• He doesn’t masturbate that often, but when he does, he likes to do it in the shower. Mainly so he can feel extra relaxed once he comes out of it.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kinks

• He’s fairly kinky, surprisingly, though he has a soft approach with them. Anyways, here’s a little list:

— Choking, finger sucking, praise (for both ways please 🥺), hair tugging (on him), spit (will spit on your mouth, no questions asked), anything to do with mirrors (main reason why he has a giant mirror somewhere in his room), LINGERIE (on both you and himself), edging maybe, cum play, pet play, and biting.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• Either his room, or his office. Probably his room the most, he likes the privacy and intimacy of it. However he can’t deny that the thrill of getting caught in his office is kinda hot.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Knowing that you’re enjoying it too.

I feel like he’s a very giving person, so there’s nothing better for him than to know that you’re feeling as good as him, specially knowing that it’s him who’s making you feel like this.

Praise him and tell him that he’s doing amazing please 🥺🥺

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Probably anything extremely rough, like impact play or heavy heavy degradation.

He already sees enough violence on the daily, there’s no need to bring it into the bedroom too.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Again, he’s a soft/service dom. Which means that he can and will eat you out as much as he likes only to make you feel good/show his appreciation.

However he does enjoy the blowjobs from under his desk while he works a little bit too much.

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• He likes to go at it slow and steady most of the time. Peppering you with kisses and whispering sweet stuff on your ear while he does it.

But he would speed it up or go a little bit more rough if you want him to. All you gotta do is ask~

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not a big fan tbh.

He likes to take his time with you, so unless it’s a quick blowjob under his desk or something similar then don’t even bother to bring it up (mainly because he would tease you gently and make you wait until you both have enough time to actually do something about it).

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• He’s willing to take a few risks, if he thinks the cause for them is good enough. And he’s pretty open to experiment new stuff, as long as it’s not something extremely violent or rough.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• To be honest, he can go for as many rounds as you want him to. Like I said earlier, he likes to take his time with you, so naturally, he does have the stamina to be able to do that lol.

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• He owns a few toys, but mainly to use them on you. Like a couple of different vibrators, or buttplugs, etc. Though if you want to use them on him then he wouldn’t necessarily complain lol.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• Look, he might be soft and all. But this mf will tease the hell out of you when he’s bored.

I’m talking about secretly touching you under the table during a meeting, whispering dirty stuff on your ear as he passes by, taking you to a secret corner while you guys are doing something important just to have a little make out session and touch you just to leave you hanging. And stuff like that.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He’s not that loud, but he does make a lot of pretty sounds.

Grunts and deep moans while he fucks you, also panting. Will moan while giving you head, or while kissing. And the only time when you’ll get to see him whiny and flustered is when you give him a blowjob, idk why.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• At some point of your relationship he will get you a matching lingerie set like the one he wears under his suit. And yes, he’ll make you wear it constantly, specially if he can see bits of it through your outfit. He thinks it’s cute lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• His dick is a little darker than the rest of his body, like, it’s tanned almost. And he’s cut, for sure. Probably average length, but it’s more on the thicker side, and it’s quite veiny tbh.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• Meh, it’s pretty regular. He’s not that much of a horny bastard, but he still likes to do it once a week or something just because he can (and if you’re up for it of course).

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He does get a little more sleepy after it, but he doesn’t fall asleep that quickly. Which is why he mainly likes to make sure you’re doing alright afterwards and just treat you some more.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Cross My Heart - CH.01

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: Abusive behavior towards a spouse, angst.

WC: 2913

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s like any other day in her boring life, really. 

Chuck, her husband, has already left to do whatever he’s doing. She doubts that it’s work but what does she know, really. 

She was still sleeping when he left. He’s mostly up before the break of dawn, something with time zones and new deals. But she guesses it’s also because he doesn’t really want to see her and he’d rather go out early to avoid the awkward mornings together.

Y/N gets out of bed and hops into the shower. Afterwards, she dresses to impress, because that’s what people expect of her. They expect of her to always look presentable and the paparazzi are everywhere. 

She walks along the landing, her heels clicking on the marble flooring as she descends the stairs. 

While she passes the living room, she sees a stack of mail on the sideboard by the door. Chuck must have taken in the mail and put it there before he left. She stops to look through the stack. There’s the usual letters, bills and mortgages they need to pay, which is not really her concern since Chuck takes care of their finances. 

She used to do it, though. But about three years back, Chuck told her that she shouldn’t hurt her pretty head by worrying about bills and he took over. He was adamant about it and there’s nothing she could have said to make him change his mind. Not that she hasn’t tried. She graduated summa cum laude from Stanford and now she’s just a really bored housewife.

Chuck didn’t even finish College. Dropped out and worked his way up at a record label, and when he had had enough, he split from them and opened his own, not without taking all the talents with him which ended up in a big lawsuit and he had to settle the huge bill. 

Y/N met Chuck in College, they kept contact after he dropped out and after her graduation, they got married in Vegas. Not really a thing fairy tales are made of, she knows. Chuck was great at first and let her be part of his imperium. That was until he thought that his wife shouldn’t be working so hard. She basically got degraded from being a strong woman who still had her future ahead of her, to becoming someone's arm candy. Became something he can parade around. 

Their relationship changed after maybe the first two years. She’s been with him for so long, she can’t even remember when it all really started. His record label took off, everybody was talking about Apocalypse Records, he was praised, had so many articles in magazines about how he’s a self-made millionaire. Little do they know that she was the one who emptied her trust fund in order to support him at the beginning of his career. 

Y/N’s still skimming through their mail until an envelope catches her attention. There’s her name scribbled on it, no address, no stamps. She weighs the envelope with her hand, feels something hard and heavy, heavier than sheets of paper at least. She hooks the nail of her pinky finger into the latch and opens it, the content flutters to the ground. 

Pictures, she realizes, and then she squats and picks them up. Her heart stops.

They are all pictures of her. A picture of her while she’s out shopping, a picture while she’s having lunch on her own. Pictures of her sleeping in her bed in her own home. 

Oh my god.

Her hand’s are shaking as she reads the letter. 

  MRS. SHURLEY, 

THE SAME LETTER WITH THE SAME CONTENT HAS BEEN SENT TO YOUR HUSBANDS OFFICE AS WELL. 

WHAT DO WE WANT YOU MAY ASK?

THE ANSWER IS: WE WANT YOU.

  PS. IT’S NOT REALLY OUR MODUS OPERANDI TO INFORM OUR VICTIMS BEFOREHAND BUT WE LIKE TO PLAY WITH YOU, SO.

  PPS. HAVE A GOOD DAY.

 Y/N feels nauseous but she manages to pull herself together enough to grab her keys by the door and walks out to get into her car. 

On her way over to Chuck’s company, she tries to call him but it goes right into his voicemail. 

She arrives and nods at the security guy before taking the elevator up to the top floor. Chuck’s secretary stops her as soon as Y/N steps out, but she wouldn’t let herself be stopped so she walked right into see something she probably shouldn’t.

Chuck’s bend over his desk, his face buried in the cunt of his assistant. 

She slams the door close loudly, for the fucking dramatic effect, which makes Chuck jump and he looks at her, startled, the juice of his assistant still drips down his chin. The assistant screams and scrambles from the table, covers herself up with both her hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I being too loud?” Y/N says, storms in and slams the letter onto Chuck’s desk. It’s soaked in the assistant's wetness. Katy, Kathy, Karen? She can’t remember. 

“What the fuck!” Chuck shouts out.

“Karen? Is it?” She turns to his assistant.

“No, it’s Kacy.” 

“Awe silly me,” Y/N grins, “I knew it was something with a K .”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Chuck growls and something with a K is getting dressed.

“Read it.” Y/N just says, ignoring the assistant. She wonders if something with a K knows that she’s not the only one. Y/N for her part stopped having sex with Chuck already three years after their marriage, when she found out that he’s been fucking all the other whores he meets. They’ve mostly been ignoring each other since, but they have to keep up the facade, mainly because Chuck can’t afford to lose out on divorcing her. 

Something with a K slips out of the door and Chuck sits down on his desk, the swelling in his pants disappeared. Not that there was much to see in the first place.

“Is this a fucking prank? Why do they want me?” She asks Chuck and he’s still frowning while reading it. 

“I don’t know? Maybe they want to kidnap you? Get money from me?”

She laughs. Loud and sharp. 

“If they are watching me, they’d know that you don’t fucking care about me!”

“That’s not true, Y/N.”

“Oh, please! When was the last time you were here for my birthday? When was the last time we shared a meal together and I’m not talking about the outings we have to boost your fucking company!”

“I might not love you anymore but I still do care about you.” Chuck says, his voice is calm and she wonders if it’s sincere. She can never read him. Well, at least he’s being honest when he says that he doesn’t love her anymore, she has to give him that. Strangely, it doesn’t hurt as much as she thought it would.

“Go wait in the record studio. You’re safe there. I’ll get my team together, see what we can do. Does the police know?”

“I haven’t contacted them.” 

“I’ll do it. Go.”

*

She’s pushing around some buttons as she sits in the chair in the record studio, waiting for Chuck to come get her. Maybe she shouldn’t play with them because Chuck will probably get mad when all the buttons are at the wrong places.

Y/N smirks at the thought that Chuck would be pissed, and begins to start pushing at more buttons and messing the whole studio up. For fucking good measure.

Time passes and she looks at her watch. She’s been in here for almost two hours already. Lunch time came and passed. Maybe Chuck forgot about her? She wouldn’t put it past him. 

The door opens with a bang and she has to laugh. Chuck’s always so fucking dramatic. He walks in and closes the door behind him while she gets up from her chair.

“Okay, the police came and confiscated the letter and pictures. They did really send another copy to my office.”

“Crap. Do I need to talk to them?”

“Not yet,” Chuck sighs, “Here’s how it goes. I hired a bodyguard for you, he’ll protect you.”

“This is ridiculous!” Her lips twitch at the anger she feels, “I don’t need a bodyguard! Like really Chuck, who’s going to come after me? This is a joke. I don’t get it, I mean I know that you are struggling at the moment with signing on new talents and keeping old ones, so I doubt that someone can really dig for gold right now!”

She proceeds to walk away and out of here, but Chuck pulls her back by her arm, slams her against the wall and claws his hands around her throat. “If you tell anyone that I’m in a financial crisis, I swear!”

Y/N opens her mouth to protest but angry Chuck is not her favorite Chuck so all she can push past her lips is, “Okay,” 

Chuck rarely gets physical with her, so it’s a complete surprise and she’s shocked at the pain he inflicts her.

“Good. Let’s play nice, shall we?” Chuck whispers into her ear and then he lets go of her. 

Her hands immediately fly to her throat, and she has to cough. 

Chuck waits for her to regain her composure before he opens the door again to call someone in, “Mr. Winchester?”

“Yes, sir.” He hears a voice but doesn’t recognize it. She’s never heard it before but she likes how deep and low it is. Feels that the two words alone soothes her aching soul.

Chucks walks back further into the room, and someone else is joining them too. She almost gasps out loud when she sees Mr. Winchester. He’s tall and broad, wears a black suit. He has a light scruff, the tie is neat and sits right at the center, and when he smiles and nods at her, she can see the crinkles around his eyes. His face is sprayed with little freckles. Mr. Winchester’s eyes are green.

“Honey, this is Mr. Winchester. He’s an ex-marine and he’s your bodyguard.”

Mr. Winchester’s green eyes stay on her before his gaze travels to her throat. He frowns then but he doesn’t say anything.

“Chuck, I don’t need a bodyguard,” She tries to reason with her husband.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N. We’ve been through this. You will do what I say and you’ll let Mr. Winchester do his job.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes at Chuck before she purses her lips into a thin line, “Fine!”

 *

 “You okay, Mrs. Shurley?” Mr. Winchester asks her when she settles next to him. Apparently, she’s not even allowed to drive her own car anymore, “Did he hurt you?”

So, he did notice it.

She shakes her head, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

Mr. Winchester frowns, the crease between his eyebrows deepens but he doesn’t press any further, just sends her a courtesy nod.

There’s silence between them and Mr. Winchester starts the engine to which she then asks him if he could take her to the next coffee shop.

He answers short, “Sure.”

And with that, Mr. Winchester drives off.

She watches him while he drives, tries to be subtle about it. 

“What’s your name?” After a while she asks him bluntly, and she doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to tell her but the silence in the car is killing her.

“Dean.”

“Dean? Can I call you Dean?”

He chuckles, “Of course, Mrs. Shurley.”

His answers are short, quick. He doesn’t look at her once. 

“You can call me Y/N.”

Dean doesn’t answer. 

She offered to buy Dean a coffee and something to eat too but he said that he wasn’t hungry or thirsty, so she took her coffee to go. It’s best if they get it over with, she thinks. He can drop her off and go about his day. And she can go into sulking. Maybe she’ll call her friend, Meg, and tell her the newest episode of dickhead Chuck.

Back home, she thought that Dean would leave her be but no, he gets out of the car and is right behind her when she unlocks the front door. 

“Don’t you have anywhere you should be? Maybe another bodyguard job?” She asks him curiously. 

Dean shrugs, “You’re my only priority.”

Wow, it has been too long since she’s someone’s priority. And she doesn’t know what it is but it makes her blush and her heart thumbs ridiculously fast in her chest.

Just when she opens the door to step in, she lets out a yell. 

Dean immediately draws his gun, grips her by the arm and pulls her back, acting like a human shield for her. “What?” He hisses while he tilts his head back to ask.

She, on the other hand, freezes when she sees Dean’s gun, “You have a gun?”

He looks at her with one raised eyebrow, “How else should I be able to protect you, Mrs. Shurley. Now tell me, what is it?”

“Look for yourself,” She whispers. 

She peeks from behind him, sees the overturned furniture in her home, sees the feathers laying around which spilled out from the pillows, sees that the walls and whole floor have been drenched in some kind of red paint that looks awfully like blood. Maybe it is blood because there’s this metallic smell in the air. 

Oh my god . If it’s really blood, who's blood is it?

“Fuck,” Dean mutters under his breath and she guesses that he too, didn’t think when he took over the job, that it’ll be this intense. 

“Where’s your room?” Dean asks, as they step inside. Their shoes are sticky with blood and they have to be careful not to slip and fall. 

“Upstairs.”

“Okay, follow me.” Dean stretches out a hand for her to take and she places her small ones in his. 

Dean’s hand is big.

Together they go up the stairs and to her surprise, her bedroom still looks the same as when she left it. They just made a mess out of the first floor. She thinks it’s shady as fuck and she guesses that Dean feels the same.

He checks the perimeter and calls the police when he comes back empty handed while she still tries to get the sticky thing off her shoes. 

It isn’t long before some crime scene investigators arrive to take pictures of her house. They also taped everything and honestly, it scares her. She’s terrified that someone was able to come in and make a mess in her own house. 

Unfortunately, it is also not long before the tabloids got wind about it, and began to show up one by one.

After a while, Dean and her had been informed that the blood is indeed real. But it’s animal blood and not human, so at least there’s that. She shudders when she thinks about it. 

Who in the fucking right mind would play such a sick prank?

She and Dean are sitting on the stairs as they watch the police work on the first floor. Dean’s on the phone with Chuck for an awfully long time, and when she gets up to go to her bedroom, Dean follows her absentmindedly. That dude sticks to her like glue. She can’t even be alone in her damn house. 

“Yes, sir.” Dean says into the phone and then he hands his phone to her, “Your husband.”

“Chuck,” Her voice is all shades of annoyed. Maybe not particularly because of Chuck. More because her life has become a fucking mess.

“Yeah, pack your things, you’re going away for a while.”

“What?” Y/N nearly screams into the phone. 

“Our home is obviously not safe and I doubt that any other buildings in the city are safe right now. If it’s not the kidnapper or killer, it’s the tabloids.”

She sighs, feels helpless. This is not how she thought her life would become. “Where do I go?”

“Mr. Winchester will take you to a safe house.” 

She eyes Dean when Chucks talks and Dean just stares at her. His gaze is intense, and there’s something in his eyes too. Worry, probably, she doesn’t know because he’s so hard to read.

“I’m safe in my own house.” She replies, knows herself that it’s totally a stupid thing to say.

“Are you?” Chuck has an amused tone in his voice. She wonders how much he really cares.

She sighs, “For how long?” 

“For as long as it takes for the police to catch those bastards.” Chuck’s voice changes and he sounds as annoyed as her. He was always a good actor, she has to give him that.

“Fine.” 

“I’ll be in touch.”

She hangs up without saying goodbye and hands the phone back to Dean. He pockets it back and then he stands up a little straighter. “Y/N, please pack light, we don’t have much space on the motorcycle. I’ll be back here in an hour. Be ready by then.”

There’s something fluttering in her stomach when she hears him say her name. It sounds good out of his mouth and she can’t suppress the smile. 

“I thought you were not to let me out of your sight?” She’s merely teasing him.

“I need to go pack for myself either,” Dean explains and ignores her smile, “A policeman will stand guard until I’m back.” 

“Okay,”

With a courtesy nod, Dean leaves.

CH.02

[kannra21]

Haru Kato x Reader 💗

I'm sad that there's no Haru x reader hcs/scenarios so I wrote smtng to make y'all's day *PS it gets kinda dirty but nothing happens lol*. Hope you enjoy!

It was on a cold cloudy afternoon that y/n decided to go on a little stroll through the nature. She already informed her family about it and took her phone just in case, because let's be honest, who in today's world doesn't have a phone with themselves? She put on her favorite pair of boots and a jacket her mother often complained about. So what if it wasn't thick enough? She loved the jacket and guys would usually give her the looks whenever she crossed paths with them. She loved the attention, that brought her in trouble most of the time.

She entered the snow-covered forest, a place she knew and paths that led to the unknown. However, the curiosity took the best of her so she continued through the branches that lay on the ground and the stones that challenged her. Going for a little adventure wasn't such a bad thing, exploring her surroundings was supposed to be a positive experience. Every once in a while a person grows tired with responsibilities, sometimes people wander around in order to avoid facing the boring part of their lives. It was relaxing and the fresh air cooled away her worries. As much as she appreciated the bird's singing in the distance, y/n put on her headphones and listened to her favorite music. The crunching of snow no longer bothered her and a little penetration through it brought a smile on her face. The place was quiet and peaceful and she loved the way everything looked so much more beautiful thanks to the icicles shining from the pine woods. I mean, holy cow! Sometimes she forgot to just stop and take it all in.

And nothing could ever compare to that awestrucking view on the other side of the hill. The landscape was covered in beautiful combinations of white, blue and black and y/n couldn't help herself but to feel amazed. This was soooo going to end up on her Instagram profile. Her friend would be absolutely devastated upon seeing it, she should be sorry for not joining her when she called and y/n enjoyed every bit of it. She approached and climbed a wrecked tree to catch a better picture, her hands were a little shaky and the cool air sent chills though her body. Mom was always right about everything. Screw it.

She took a step further and, unfortunately, the crust she was standing on was so slippery that her leg moved away and she fell into a trapping pit. Her body hurt a little but otherwise she regained herself, everything seemed to be fine, she was okay and she comforted herself, until she tried to move her left leg but to no avail. She was in so much pain and she felt like screaming. It wasn't fair and the tears started to gather in her eyes. She felt cold and her pants and jacket were soaked from being covered in the snow thanks to the awkward fall.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! What the fuck was the goddamn pit even doing here? It seemed like the freaking hunters forgot to clean after their stupid ass selves. And rangers never reported the losers in the first place. Screw them! Screw them all!... But then she laughed under her breath. Who was she kidding? It was her who was so stupidly clumsily that she couldn't keep her fucking balance. Maybe she messed up her leg for a reason? Was she punished by some higher ass force for her stupid deeds? Of course, she was so goddamn stupid and she hated herself. The pain and the cold never ceased to leave her body and she rubbed her hands together.

And then she remembered something, her phone! She tried to find it somewhere, anywhere around the place but after 5min of thorough searching she concluded that it wasn't there, that it landed somewhere around the pit and y/n felt like loosing all the hope that still remained in her.

Hopeless and disappointed, y/n squeezed into herself and, having no other choice, endured the pain and waited for someone to save her. She yelled and yelled for help in case someone was walking nearby but after so many times of persistently trying to attract someone's attention, she decided to give up because she only grew weaker and colder.

She didn't even know how much the time has passed and she felt so tired that everything she wanted to do was fall asleep but she tried to keep herself awake. She didn't want to pass out just yet. Y/n continued blowing warm air on her hands, hoping to keep herself warm. She often watched on the television how professional survivers kept themselves warm by doing all kinds of exercises. Since y/n couldn't walk, she stretched the rest of her upper body but it didn't feel any better. The more she stretched, the colder she felt. She was also afraid of sweat freezing her skin so she decided to sit like that, pinned to the wall as much as possible to at least keep her back covered.

Fuck her and her fucked ass life. She started to overthink things. How she let her family and her friends down. Everyone who loved and cared for her so dearly will hear about the news, that is, if anyone manages to find her and her dead body lying on the ground all frozen. She replayed her entire life in her head and y/n felt like crying again. She slowly but surely lost all the expectations of returning home alive.

After a while of quiet sobbing she heard someone's steps nearing her place and shouting her name. Y/n grew alert.

"I'm here!! I'm here!! Oh God please help me out please!" she exclaimed desperately.

A guy with light brown hair and golden eyes peered from the corner of the pit. His hair looked somewhat unruly and styled with messy and loose bangs framing his face.

"So you're Y/N! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Well duh Sherlock, how do you think I ended up here? The pit is at least 5m deep! And I rolled down that hill over there!"

Haru flinched, he didn't like the tone of her voice. "Everything is going to be fine, try to calm down and take my hand.", he got to his knees and leaned forward to reach her.

Y/n tried to stand up one more time but the immense pain pierced through her once again and she screamed.

"What happened?!" Haru grew concerned.

"I.. I can't stand on my left leg. It hurts so much."

"Alright, stay where you are. I'll try to-" as Haru was about to turn from leaning from his previous position, his hand slipped and, losing the support, he fell into the pit and groaned in discomfort. Y/n couldn't believe her own eyes. The only person who could help her in this very moment got trapped together with her. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry, she felt like losing her mind.

"Y/n, it isn't as bad as you think. Here, I took my ph-" Haru looked at his phone and noticed that it got broken from falling to the ground full force.

Y/n started sobbing and Haru jumped in surprise. He felt really bad and hugged her to calm her down. "I know you're in pain and I know how harsh it must be to stay down here for such a long time, but everything is going to be okay. Your parents already informed the police and we were searc-"

"My parents called the police?!" y/n shouted in surprise.

"Yes they noticed you've been absent longer than usual so they sent us to search after you."

"Wait. You're a police officer?"

"Yea I'm sorry for not wearing the classic black uniform you people got so used to. Things happened and I-"

"iactuallythinkthatyou'rekindahot"

"What?"

"nevermind"

Haru blushed and y/n tried to change the topic.

"How did you manage to find me?"

"I barely caught your location through your phone so I followed it, but the signal got interrupted every once in a while because we're in the middle of the forest after all so let's say that it was the sheer luck that I managed to find y-"

Y/n started tearing again and Haru panicked "I mean it's not the luck that helped me, you have to believe me! Look, my colleagues are already searching for us so they'll definitely find us!"

"Yes but how long will it take them to do so?"

"..." Haru felt really bad for her, he tried to make her feel better but even he wasn't so sure how to do it. "They're professionals so don't worry. They'll come here soon."

"I hope you're right.." y/n squeezed into herself once again and hid her face between her crossed hands. "Why do I always need to mess everything up? Because of me you ended up trapped as well."

"Please don't blame yourself, I ended up here because of my own clumsiness.. Man I'm such a klutz."

"We're both like walking disasters."

They laughed and Haru continued the conversation to pass the time. He talked about himself and the tragic thing that happened which led him to leave the First Division and join the MCPTF. He also talked about Daisuke and all the things that annoyed him about his partner, but in the end he concluded that he believes that he's not so bad despite his wealthy background.

Y/n fell more in love the further she listened to him. He was so kind, humanistic and just. He always paid attention to other people's needs and risked his life on many occasions to protect others. He's passionate about his work and he's really sympathetic, even towards those who didn't deserve it.

"You're such a nice person Haru. Just like a guardian angel." y/n smiled.

"R-really? I don't hear this often haha!" he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

"It's true. Why are you being so modest? You should appreciate yourself more."

"I think it’s for the best if only one of us has an ego. Because, if I were of the same nature, I don't know how Kambe would react. He is a difficult person."

"I think you're too good for him. Try to give him a taste of his own medicine."

"You want to corrupt me? You're the bad girl type or something?" Haru teased and y/n blushed.

"N-no I just think that you deserve more respect from him." y/n fiddled with her fingers and Haru smiled, he found her little quirks so adorable.

"I think that you're a beautiful person as well, Y/n."

The air between them became tense and they blushed.

"Thank you Haru, I'm glad you think so."

Y/n talked about herself as well, her job, family and friends and how she ended up in the pit in the first place. She tried to stand up again but it still hurt her and she hissed in pain.

"You shouldn't force yourself. Here, take my jacket."

"You want me to put the jacket over a jacket? But what about you? You'll only stay in your shirt."

"I don't mind. My top priority right now is to make sure that you come home safe and sound and in order to do this, I need to keep you warm."

"But-"

"No buts." Haru took off his jacket, wrapped her up, lifted her closer to him and put her into his lap.

"W-w-what are you doing?!!" y/n bonked him on the head and he yelped in pain.

"It's better if you sit on me than on the cold hard floor, you're going to get sick. Besides, I can easily warm you up like this so you don't catch hypothermia."

"Oh.. sorry about that."

"It's okay. Look, I understand how you feel right now but I'm not trying to harm you in any way. I already told you everything about myself and I'm not a weirdo. You can trust me."

"Aight aight." Y/n smiled and shifted closer this time. Haru, being the pure guy he was, probably didn't notice how this position made her feel so she wanted to let him know.

She further adjusted in his lap and leaned completely against him, with Haru's head lying on her left shoulder and taking her hands in his bigger ones, rubbing and warming them up.

The close proximity between them was unreal and Y/n smirked at him from the corner of her face.

"Just so you know, this is a very professional behavior." Haru defended himself and y/n felt like breaking into laughter."

"However you say, Mr. Police officer." she whispered in his ear, lips touching the earlobe with every word she spoke and it took him all self-control in this world not to go wild just from that small gesture.

He succeeded at keeping his cool but he didn't succeed at keeping his cool down there and y/n teased him further until he couldn't sit like this anymore.

"Okay okay I get it. Let me think.. try to change positions." Y/n stood up and sat in front of him this time, legs crossed behind his back and hugging him around the torso.

"Warmer~" y/n hummed in delight.

"Y-y/n.. do you really have to put your legs like this?"

"Whoops my bad." she took her leg and threw it over the other, making them face the same direction. Now she was leaning on his left hand, head lying under his own. It was the posture they were both satisfied with and although he could warm her like this, Haru had other problems.

The strain on his suit pants refused to subdue and y/n's hair felt so soft and smelled so nice to him. He became warmer in the face. What was going on with him?

Y/n could feel how stiff and nervous he was so she lifted her head to look at him but his eyes were averted to the other side.

"Is everything alright? Can I help?"

Haru couldn't help himself but to be honest, otherwise he'd just look like an idiot "It's.. not every day that I hold such a beautiful girl in my lap." He looked red and he was breathing heavily. "I'm sorry.. it's just that-"

She stood up from her previous position and sat between him this time.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly. Y/n took his face in her hands and kissed him carefully which surprised both of them.

What seemed to be a soft passionate exchange soon turned into something rougher, with hands roaming through their bodies and tongues colliding. Haru turned her around and pinned her to the wall.

"This is *sigh* a very bad idea *sigh*".

"Why? Are you seeing someone?"

"No."

"Neither do I." she took him for the collar of his shirt and they made out. Their movements became more frantic and Haru felt a twinge of guilt dawning on him.

"I don't want to hurt you.." he whispered, excitement running through him. "It's hard to suppress myself when I feel like this."

"Why? What do you feel?"

"I.." Haru stopped, his thoughts jumbled inside. "I'm so in love with you and we just met. I mean, it's not like you're a compete stranger since we introduced ourselves and said things about ourselves. You're a beautiful person y/n, and I'm afraid of betraying your trust."

"Haru, there's nothing to be worried about."

"Are you sure about this? Honey this is a big thing."

"Honey huh?" Y/n teased and he hid his face in her neck, embarrassment taking the best of him.

She kissed his hair and hugged him around the neck. "I love you too, Haru. You're the best thing that happened to me."

He took advantage of their position and sucked on her neck, earning a moan from her. As he kissed down her collar bone and she unbuttoned his shirt, they heard someone coughing from above and they froze.

"You're supposed to help a civilian in trouble, Kato-keibu."

Haru stumbled back on the snow in surprise. "I-It's not.. Where were you?! We were waiting for you in ages!"

"HEUSC managed to determine the location despite the signal interference. Seems like you succeeded in finding a nice occupation to fill the time gap."

"It's called body warmth, Kambe."

"I'm sure that body warmth doesn't look like that." Daisuke smirked and Haru looked angry.

"So you're Daisuke Kambe, right?" y/n asked and Daisuke analysed her face with his high tech glasses.

"Yes and you're the person we're searching for. Kato, what are you doing down there besides snogging?"

"Kambe I swear, I slipped awkwardly and fell. Can you grab her with anything to help her get out of here? She sprained her ankle and can't move much."

Daisuke's mechanic hands protruded from his specially-equipped suit and he hoisted them up to the safety.

"Thanks I guess." Haru brushed the snow off of himself and sneezed.

Y/n looked at his unbuttoned shirt and she quickly buttoned it up, blushing from embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, you can take your jacket back."

"No this is staying on you." He turned his back to her and squatted a little. "Get on, you can't walk this far by yourself."

"A-are you sure?" y/n asked worried.

"It's going to be okay." he smiled at her reassuringly and she complied.

Daisuke watched them from behind and thought about Haru's smile, it wasn't the same as when he looked at Suzue for the first time during their Isezaki mission. His partner was in love and he didn't know why but he found the fact pretty entertaining.

[generallynerdy]

Step By Step (Bucky Barnes X Roommate!Reader)

Summary: Step by step, Bucky Barnes was learning to put himself back together. Luckily, he’s not alone. He has Sam Wilson, a bastard cat, and you, of course.

Requested by nklnnd (AO3): Since requests are open again would it be too much to ask for an after endgame bucky/reader. Like bucky is trying to piece his life back together without Steve in a new world and his roommate/friend helps him. I don't know I just love the cute fluffy domestic moments. Ps: I adore your writing. Feel free to do whatever you want with the prompt, if you like it that is, I have complete faith in your abilities! :)

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: the Snap, mentions of death, depression, depressive episodes, mentions of isolation, touches of trauma, recovery process but written badly Word Count: 1,469 (nice)

Note: i hope it’s domestic enough?? I played loose and fast with the ‘step by step’ theme i just really wanted to get this done LMAO

    Step One: Survive.

    Returning to Manhattan after defeating Thanos was more painful than it should’ve been. Days before, he was dead, so you think he would’ve been overjoyed. But in reality, he wished he was dead again.

    Loss weighed upon his shoulders heavier than it ever had. Steve Rogers, Captain America, was gone. His Steve, his best friend Steve.

    Bucky Barnes was alone.

    The Avengers knew this. They thought they could help him. So, they set him up in an apartment in Brooklyn with a roommate: you. They hoped you could take care of him, help him piece his life back together.

    But you weren’t sure what was left to put together. To be honest, it would probably be better for him to start anew. But he wasn’t ready for that either.

    “James?”

    You entered his room one quiet Saturday morning. You hadn’t seen him for a full 24 hours, which was worrying. Your concerns were confirmed when you discovered a pitch black room and the shuffling form of the Winter Soldier still in his bed.

    You sighed and spoke quietly, sure that his head was pounding. “Bad day?”

    He didn’t reply, but he didn’t have to.

    You’d only lived together for about two weeks, but he’d already had quite a few of these days. He would shut himself away from the world, from you especially, and wouldn’t come out for at least the rest of the day. Yesterday was a bad one, too. You hoped this wouldn’t become a regular occurance.

    You moved to sit on the edge of his bed. “Can I get you anything?”

    There was a pause before he shook his head just slightly. You bit your lip as you looked at him. You could leave him be, let him simmer until he felt better...or maybe there was a better way to do this.

    “Do you want company?” you asked hesitantly.

    Step Two: Don’t isolate.

    The pause was longer this time, but he finally nodded.

    You scooted up the bed so that you could rest your back against the wall and sit right next to him. Carefully, you pulled your knees up to your chest and pulled your phone out of your pocket, making sure that you weren’t touching him. He hummed gratefully before the two of you sank into silence.

    Step Three: Let others in.

    On a good day, you and Bucky would have breakfast together before you went to work. Mostly you talked about when you’d be home and how he was doing, then you’d leave.

    You weren’t entirely sure what he did all day without you there, but after a muttered movie reference, you realised he was watching Netflix religiously. Once you found out about that, you realised that you probably should get him something else so he wasn’t as painfully bored.

    “I’m home!” You called one day, entering the apartment.

    You found him on the couch with a show playing on the TV, which he paused as soon as you entered. “How’d your day go?” he asked quietly.

    “Meh, same old, same old,” you replied cheerily, flopping onto the couch beside him. “I got you something.”

    He furrowed his eyebrows and sat up, his gaze questioning. Before he had to ask, you held out a small, shiny card that had his name on the back of it and some unrecognisable logo on the front. He flipped it around to look at it, but still looked confused.

    “There’s this, um, library down the street,” you told him. “I figured TV is gonna get old sometime, so I got you a card for it.”

    His eyes widened and he nodded. “Thanks,” he finally said, almost wistfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Just let me know when you wanna go and I can show you the way there,” you said with a smile. “It’s a really nice, quiet place. I think you’ll like it, James.”

    “Bucky,” he corrected. “Only one that called me James was my mom.”

    You blinked dumbly a few times before nodding. “Bucky.”

    Step Four: Get into a routine.

    Bucky took to the library like a fish to water. He said he wasn’t much of a book guy, but he was clearly a liar because every time he went, he checked out more books than before. On weekends, the two of you would make it a group outing, but while you were at work if he found himself lacking reading material, he would make a quick trip. The lady at the front desk already knew both of your names after a few weeks and was one of the few people Bucky actually felt like talking to regularly.

    It was a massive relief, seeing as he hardly ever left the apartment otherwise.

    His bad days happened less and less often, but when they did happen he was content to curl up next to you in his bed as you read your own book silently. The first time he put his head in your lap, you nearly jumped out of your skin. The next few times, however, you got into the habit of running your fingers through his hair.

    Step Five: Find comfort in the little things.

    And then came Alpine.

    You woke up one blissful Saturday morning to find Bucky already awake and on the couch. You were about to say something about how much of an improvement that was, but then you spotted a puddle of white on his lap.

    It was a cat.

    “Uh…” You didn’t even know what to say.

    “He climbed in through my window and he won’t leave,” Bucky said instantly, his own eyes wide. “(Y/N), what do I do?”

    You were shocked silent. “I...don’t know.”

    “I’ve never had a cat, is this how you get a cat?” he whispered frantically.

    Apparently, it was. Bucky dubbed him Alpine and he became a permanent resident of the apartment. 

    He was a little bastard, but the both of you adored him. He usually slept in Bucky’s room, but he was always up and about when you woke up, purring as he invaded your personal space while you attempted to cook breakfast.

    A day wasn’t complete without someone shouting; “Alpine, NO--”

    Step Six: Reach out.

    Slowly but surely, Bucky was putting himself back together. Or maybe he was becoming someone else-- you didn’t know. But you liked Bucky as you knew him, as he was now.

    Through libraries and breakfasts, cats and Netflix, the two of you became inseparable. Bucky Barnes was quite possibly the best friend you’d ever had. You would never admit that to anyone who asked, though, as Bucky nearly died under even the slightest compliment. He was still figuring out positive reinforcement.

    He still struggled with Instagram and the news often gave him a headache, but his reintegration was going smoothly. In fact, he’d made a few more friends other than you and Alpine.

    “And then he fell on his face like an idiot--”

    The laughter from the living room made you smile as you reentered the room, carrying three specially made sandwiches.

    “Sorry we don’t have a decent dinner,” you muttered as you passed them to the boys.

    Sam Wilson, ever a sweetheart, just shook his head. “Hey, sandwiches are great. I wasn’t planning on any dinner, so…”

    “Sandwiches are perfect,” Bucky repeated.

    You sat down on the couch in between them, gently shoving Alpine aside when he tried to get a bite of your dinner. Sam snorted at the sight while Bucky rolled his eyes fondly.

    “Dibs on picking the show,” you said as you turned on the TV.

    “Rude,” Sam said, mocking offense. “Age before beauty, (Y/N)!”

    Bucky lifted his legs to rest on top of your lap. “In that case, I get to pick.”

    “Old man,” you teased, elbowing his side. “If you’re both gonna be so whiny about it, then we should make this a regular thing. New person picks every week.”

    “Deal,” Sam agreed instantly.

    Bucky grinned. “Only if it doesn’t mess with your work schedule.”

    You waved him off. “A little late night won’t kill me.”

    “Okie dokie,” he said, finally agreeing. You turned bright red when he leaned over to kiss your cheek. “You’re the best.”

    You desperately tried to ignore the way Sam waggled his eyebrows. Luckily, Bucky didn’t seem to see it. He snatched the remote from your hands, citing his age once more as Sam choked on his food when you smacked his chest.

    As Bucky put on some comedy, you snuggled deeper into the couch, smiling to yourself.

    One step at a time had worked wonders. He was taking bigger steps every day and, to be honest, so were you. Recovery was a slow process, but it was worth every moment just to see him smile.

    Step Seven: Realise you’re not alone.

Nova Tags: @hahaboop

Masterlist

[shewantedtobeasecretgirl]

The Backstage Pass (Out)

Hey everyone... this is still not an update of Do You Wanna Dance? but another pathetic attempt of me to provide you with PJ-related reading material... Sssooo, there was this post of @gardenofstoney... and I’ve always taken tags verry seriously. I felt addressed since the situation she described sounded absolutely like a perfect fanfic material so I ended up playing with the idea. One thing led to another and a Stone Gossard one-shot happened, which I hereby share with you (with her and @mookiebaelock’s consent). Disclaimer: may contain traces of Jeff Ament!

Ps. I solemnly swear I get Judy out of the shower soon.

„Are you sure you don’t want to move towards the side of the stage? These Vedder-fanatics seem pretty dangerous, I’m not sure I want to be here when they go wild…” Mel asked fidgeting with the setups of her professional camera.

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m fine here…” Maggie answered leaning her forehead against her arms that were resting on the barrier. She was dog-tired; she and her best friend, Mel were cueing the whole day to get there at the show of their favorite band, Pearl Jam. Actually, Pearl Jam was their second favorite band but it was the rock group that brought them together. They saw each other’s introduction in the “Pen Pal Wanted” column of Footsteps, the band’s fanzine and the rest was history... And finally, they were there, standing at their precious front row places, waiting for the show to begin…

They agreed on standing in front of the center of the stage since they both had different preferences… Mel was dying to make close shots of her bassist crush (and maybe steal a few smiles and glances from him), while Maggie was interested in the other side of the stage… to be more accurate, in the person who regularly ruled it. Stone Gossard. The absent-minded, aloof alien who played the rhythm guitar parts and who, unfortunately, wasn’t the most responsive member of the band. He was said to be a sarcastic, hilarious and nice guy but at shows he just… didn’t give a shit about the crowd. He was usually absorbed in the songs, following the rhythm with his entire body, marching to the beat or just bobbing his head… but that was all. No interaction, no communication, just the chords. If Maggie had been alone there, she would have picked his side and stayed there as if she had been pinned to the ground… but Mel wanted to stand near Jeff so they made a compromise. Of course, Mel tried every kind of dirty trick to lure her closer to Mike’s and Jeff’s territory and Maggie begged desperately with her irresistible sad puppy face to move in the other direction, after all, if the mountain won't come to Muhammad… and Jeff would bounce around, anyways, she argued. But neither of them could convince the other one so they were stuck in front of the place of Eddie Vedder and they knew they would have to fight hard to be able to keep their position.

“You will defend me, I know.” Maggie cuddled to her friend, letting herself be pulled in a bear hug. She was short and slim, the top of her head barely reached the level of the tall Mel’s chin, that’s why they often joked about themselves being two dogs coming from different species but being allies and best friends forever.

“I’ll defend you just… not now, oh my god, ohmygod, they’re here, that’s him!!!” Mel suddenly let her go frantically taking one picture after another of her main target.

“Okay, I can’t win against Jeff Ament…” Maggie shook her head with a forgiving smile only to discover the object of her admiration appearing on the other side of the stage, walking around with a deadpan on his face. She couldn’t help chuckling when she noticed he was wearing a black socks-dress shoes combo... with light brown shorts. She’d already got used to these weird testimonies of his terrible fashion sense but he always managed to surprise her with a newer unacceptable outfit.

When the singer finally showed up too, the crowd moved forward, pressing the girls against the barrier… and from that moment on, they only had some rest during the slower songs. Not that they wanted to complain, they were singing along the lyrics, screaming, laughing, crying or just squeezing each other’s hand making sure they were not dreaming, they were finally together, having the time of their life, really living their favorite songs. Mel was overly contented with seeing the bass player’s manly moves in the tight tank top he was wearing and the passionate solos and dazed-off moments of Mike pleased both of them too, even if they were within the spitting range of Ed. But as time went by, they both started feeling the depressing thought that this would be over soon, even if they tried to fight against it by bouncing and screaming twice as intensely as before…

When Stone started playing the opening chords of State of Love and Trust, the crowd went completely nuts and Maggie had to tighten her grip not to be drifted… the pressure behind her eased for a second but at once, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and lost the touch with the outside world…

***

Mhmmmm… what are these bright lights? I must have died and got in that shining corridor about which people who experienced clinical death always tell…

“Jesus, I go blind…” I mumble… or am I just hearing my own thoughts? Shit, this splitting headache, I’m definitely alive, I must have fallen asleep after taking in my migraine pill.

“Do you prefer low light?” a nasal male voice asks and as I look around, I find myself lying on a couch but I’m not in my own apartment, I don’t know this place. Oh, so I’m in a dream, nice, let’s see where it’s going…

“Yes, please!” I groan covering my eyes.

“Clouds roll by… sorry, bad joke, here, is it better his way?”

I take away my hand from my eyes and let them adjust to the pleasant half-light provided probably by a standing lamp somewhere out of my sight. When did I learn how to change the setting of my dreams? Cool… The owner of the voice takes place opposite me only to make me realize, I’m in a Stone dream, moreover, this time it’s a new one.

“Are you okay?” he’s checking me with the inquiring but still expressionless stare of a toad.

“More or less…” I mumble helplessly. Interesting, I’ve never had such a vivid dream about him, it’s somehow different, like I was in charge, I’ve never felt like this before while dreaming… Familiar melodies provide the musical accompaniment, I have to listen for a few bars until I recognize Yellow Ledbetter… but he’s here… and the music comes from…?

“Are we… at a show?” I ask suspiciously, I’m afraid that despite the realistic surrounding, it’ll turn into an incoherent screenplay written by my subconscious.

“Yes, we are…”

“But how come you’re not playing? You should be on the stage with the others…”

“I don’t feel like playing… I mean in that song, I have basically not much to do, I strum the same chords as Mike, it’s boring. At sound checks, sometimes I beg until I can play the drum parts, I’m a desperate drummer but I love it. But the rhythm guitar part is just… nah. Plus, I had to pee, anyways.”

“Fair enough.” I snicker. He’s such an awkward dork, even in my dreams. “Well, that happens if a musician is too busy with drinking beer at gigs instead of playing”.

“Excuse me?” he startles offended. That’s my favorite thing in dreaming, I can do and say what I’d never dare in real life.

“Do you think we don’t notice when you’re just fudging, walking around with the guitar and use the change of amplifier setups as an excuse to take a few sip of your booze? That doesn’t really count as musical contribution.”

“Ugh, busted. I try not to drink before the show though. Right as soon as I get onstage I start drinking. But come on, I never belch out of key, what’s this if not musical humility?”

I snort shaking my head and keep grinning from ear to ear. If he’s such a hilariously funny guy in my fantasy, how adorable he can be in the reality… I know he used to be an annoying, sarcastic little shit but when PJ got really successful, he mellowed down and made himself to the main target of his irony… The mixture of this down-to-earth humbleness and calm confidence was one of the main reasons why he became my favorite member in the band; in the band that only consists of great, relatable people, by the way.

Maybe I should use the occasion to have a chitchat with him, I could ask him questions about stuff I’ve always wanted to know… even if the answers are only the products of my mind…

“Do you see the world in yellow?”

Okay, maybe that’s not the best start but the colored lenses of his spectacles somehow distracted me and it just slipped out. He reacts with that short, amused eyebrow twitch I love… good job, Maggie.

“It’s a good question! It’s funny, nobody asked that before… but to answer it, I do, it’s like being trapped in that moment of sunset when everything is glowing in that golden light… but to be less poetic, it makes everyone look as if they were Lego figures, they have yellow head, y’know…”

The mentioning of my favorite toy brings back old memories about the times when I was building my own town with eclectic houses that served as the scene of the made-up action stories crafted by my cousin and me.

“I you were a Lego figure, you’d be a bad boy.” I remark with a timid smile and try to ignore the fact that my cheeks are in flames.

“Only if I were a Lego figure? That’s offensive. I was the member of the gang Newton Street Boys. We were the most dangerous guys on whole Capitol Hill, we terrorized the district by taking protection rackets from kindergarten pupils. They were scared to death when we showed up riding our bikes, I liked the banana-seat ones with the high handlebars - maybe a card in the wheel could have been part of it.” he chuckles playfully. “Anyway, why a bad boy?”

“It’s because of the scruff.” I giggle and reach out to pinch his neck but he leans away.

“Please don’t touch me.” he grunts.

Hey, brain, we had an agreement: if I behave decently enough in real life, you won’t throw any obstacles in the way of my naughty tendencies at nights. So if I want to touch Stone’s perfect neck, I’m gonna to do it. Period.

“I said no!!!” he repeats this time angrier when my fingers approach his skin again. What the hell???

“Sorry. I… I just wanted to say that there were those bearded figures… and you could get them mostly from the pirate or the police station series.”

“You mean they had an attachable Lego beard?” he inquires confused and excited at the same time; I’m sure he’s already forgotten the embarrassing intermezzo and is now desperately trying to recall the look of the little yellow dudes.

“Haha, no, it was just painted on their face. There was the moustache, the regular beard and the scruff that basically meant black dots on their face. And the scruffy guys always played the role of the bad boys in my stories. You know, the bank robber, the fleeing prisoner…”

“… the fucked-up musician… we should definitely have a Lego party once!”

“We should…” I repeat and we’re smiling silently at each other for a few seconds… I clear my throat and swallow hard since my mouth got completely dry, shit, it must be that damn gum-shield I have to wear at nights to prevent myself from gnashing.

“You want some water?” he asks walking to a fridge standing at the door.

“Fuck, yes, I’m dying of thirst.” I moan and I mean it.

“Here.” he hands a small bottle to me while he opens a beer can. I rather don’t make any remarks, the show is over, after all… But now that I think into it, maybe the other band members will show up too… I can’t wait!

I lower my head and press the ice cold bottle against my forehead. It feels incredibly good, that blinding pain is still pulsing in my head. As I direct my gaze onto the ground, I can’t help laughing again when I spot his dress shoes and the black socks tucked into them. The hem rolled down around his left ankle making the socks look like they were unmatched.

However thirsty I am, I can only take small sips since I’m already snorting at the next part of this weird vision.

“Anyway… before the others would arrive, there’s one thing we have to discuss.” I begin when I finally manage to force my facial muscles into a serious expression.

“Something that stays between us? Like a dirty little secret?” his face lights up with a boyish smile.

“Kind of, if your socks are dirty…” I roll my eyes. “It’s the footwear.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Of course yours, mine is normal. Matching boots, a totally adequate choice for a rock concert. But yours is just… criminal.”

“Don’t be rude with my shoes, they look good and they are comfy as fuck!” he circles with his feet comically.

“They do but man, look in that mirror!” I point at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. “You look like the mixture of an elementary school boy and a bachelor dressed by his mother. Shorts with dress shoes? How? Why? It’s an obvious no-no!” I scream.

“I have only these ones, sneakers and flip flops with me, which doesn’t leave much variation.” he shrugs briefly.

“You should have chosen the sneakers… as for the “f” word, I’m not even willing to pronounce it.”

“I always wore hiking boots in the earlier times, they were the most comfortable choice but they weren’t compatible with the heat on stage. And then, I got introduced in the magical world of orthopedic sandals but the band somehow vetoed them, I don’t really understand why... I was only allowed to wear them between shows and at soundchecks but at gigs, I had to wear the boots… Once, before a show, maybe in Atlanta, I can’t remember exactly, the sole of my boot separated so I could only wear my sandals… the guys freaked out about my velvet shorts-sweatpants-white socks-sandals outfit and obliged me to wear Jeff’s shoes during the show.” he recalls but I can barely listen to him, his hand talk and the fidgeting alien fingers are definitely more appealing than the image of Birkenstocks worn with socks.

As my eyes are glued to him, I involuntarily start playing with my hair but my fingers land in something sticky. I check them and glance at him helplessly, as if he could help me find out why blood is the next nonsense feature in this scene.

“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me earlier that you’re bleeding?” he shouts and rushes to the fridge.

“Because I didn’t know…” I mutter and can’t form further coherent sentences since he steps back to me with an ice bag and presses it to the back of my head… and he keeps standing opposite me with his arms laced around my neck. I’m desperately trying to look at the ceiling, the ground and the four walls at the same time, anywhere but him…

“This is too embarrassing, I want this to finally end… this is terrible.” I whisper in pain, fixing my gaze on the ugly shoes and working on calming down my hyperventilation with all my nerves.

“Hey, I just wanted to help! Just for the record, we don’t often let passed-out fans in the backstage, you were in bad shape and…”

“No, I mean, thanks and all but this dream… it’s going nowhere, it was funny but you entering into my personal space creates a tension that needs resolution, like a hug or a kiss or anything, this makes just no sense!” I blurt out, basically arguing with myself, the director of the movie.

“What? That doctor could finally arrive, you must have a concussion!” he gently tries to push me back onto to the couch but I shake his hands off me.

“What doctor... wait… the pain… the blood… is this… real?” I flail still hoping he doesn’t exist and suddenly disappears or turns into my real crush or Edge from U2 or whatever.

“You got hit with by a half-empty beer can and you passed out so the security personnel fished you out of the crowd. Since I came back anyway, I suggested that they should lay you down here until they get a doctor. You got a backstage pass by passing out. A backstage pass out.” he tries to ease he situation with a pun but I’m not really in the mood.

“No… the scruff… the shoes… the ki… I can’t believe I said all this bullshit, this is worse than a nightmare…” I bury my face into my palms completely mortified and stumble back towards the couch dizzily. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice… Mel!!!

***

“I’m not going to repeat this again, my best friend is in that room so if you won’t let me in immediately, I’m going to fuckin’ sue you!!!” Mel pointed with her index finger outraged at the huge guy standing in front of the door of the dressing room. Actually, instead of suing, she wanted to headbutt him in the chest but she knew it would feel like running into a concrete wall. She’d already been arguing with him for like fifteen minutes but the guy was just standing there with folded arms, stoically bearing the threats and the various spells casted on him by the furious girl.

“Hey, Ernie, I think you can let her in, her friend has just woken up, it’d be better if she’s with her when the doctor arrives…” a top of a head with ruffled hair peeked out of the door. The security guard obeyed and silently stepped aside.

“Maggie!!!” Mel shouted and tossed the young man in the door away to get a free way to her friend. “I was so worried about you!!!” she captured her into a rib-breaking hug.

“I’m… I’m okay… Stone took care of me…” Maggie mumbled against Mel’s chest trying to point at the guitarist under her friend’s arm.

“Stone???” Mel screamed making both of them turn around without breaking the hug.

“Yup.” the guitarist waved clumsily with one hand at her, digging his other hand deeply in his pocket.

Maggie managed to tiptoe enough to rest her head on her friend’s shoulder, which allowed her to saw the door opening… only to recognize the other members of the band arriving back from the stage. The small group was guided by Jeff who stopped at the door exchanging a surprised look with the embarrassed guitarist standing in the room.

Maggie started silently shaking of laughter because she could already imagine what’d happen next…

“Uhm… Mel… I’m choking… please let me go…” she acted patting her friend’s back a few times. “I think you should turn back… slowly…” she recommended biting her lips to hide her amusement when she pulled away to see the girl’s reaction.

“Why… what…?” Mel looked back over her shoulder and… due to the bassist’s excellent reflexes, she didn’t land on the ground but in his arms. Jeff stared shocked alternately at the unconscious girl and the other ones, begging for help with his eyes.

“Jesus, not again… “Stone sighed facepalming.” She’s yours, I’m out.”

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Steve//this moment will just be another story someday

hi! based off this song. we have a bi reader because i wanted it soooo. and i know it’s the middle of march but i don’t care because i worked hard on this and i’m sad. ps, if that song finishes before you’ve read all of this (or if you just want to listen to something else), i suggest listening to this 

The 4th of July is supposed to be a happy holiday celebrated by most of the American population. Fireworks are enjoyed by families, barbecues are frequented by friends and carnivals come into town to be enjoyed by everyone. Everyone is happy to be celebrating their independence, even though they were awarded it years ago, and even though the majority of Americans don’t really have their independence, they just pretend they do. 

However, in the dingy bar that Steve is sat in, the 4th of July feels like a foreign holiday. The place is barely lit, the only light source coming from a few overhead lights and the occasional end of a cigarette. The few people scattered around the place look like they either did all the partying when they were about 40 years younger, or they’re too drunk to celebrate. In some cases its both. The fireworks outside sound more like gunshots to Steve as he nurses his drink that he’s been staring at for the past hour. Despite the hot July weather of San Francisco, Steve feels cold, a chill finding its way up his spine as he looks at the clock. 11:23pm...at least there’s not long left of this dreaded holiday. 

When he was younger he used to love July 4th. All his cousins would come visit him and for a day he wouldn’t feel so alone in that big house. His father would actually acknowledge his presence, showing off what little accomplishments he’d achieved over the year in order to make the other adults jealous. And his mom would always let him have a sparkler once the sun had set. Usually his dad had gone to bed by then so it would just be him and his mom in the back garden, drawing patterns and writing words into the night sky. 

However, after the events of last years 4th of July, he has a feeling he’s never going to enjoy it again. 

He sighs and downs the last of his drink, ordering another from the old man at the bar who’s watching out the only window in the whole place. He nods and gives him a re-fill before sitting back on his stool. 

Steve starts to think about what he’d be doing right now if last year had gone different. If there had never been Russians under the mall, if he hadn’t fought for his life yet again. Would he still be in Hawkins? Working with Robin? Babysitting the party despite their protests of how ‘We’re too old for a babysitter’ and ‘You can just say we’re your friends’. 

Would his father still be disappointed in him? Something he’s grown used to over the years. Or would he have gone to work for him to make him just a little prouder. Maybe if it weren’t for all this demogorgon shit, he might have actually got into a college. Wait...no he wouldn’t have. Like his father said ‘the only sad excuse you have for this mess is yourself’. 

Maybe his mother would still look at him like he was her son and not a stranger. Who knows. But he sure as hell knows he’s been a lot happier here the other 313 days he’s been finding a new life for himself in San Francisco.

313.

It hasn’t seemed that long until he’s thought about it. He lasted 52 days after the events of Starcourt before it got too much. Too much had happened in that small town. The people he cared about had been hurt. The people he didn’t, had know clue. Taking their little lives for granted. He needed to get out. So he sold the majority of his stuff, used the savings he’d been clever enough to hide (thanks to Robin), packed his bag and drove. He drove without looking back. Well, he did three times. 

First he went to see Robin. To of course say goodbye, to tell her to be safe and if she needed anything to call him. He’d managed to find a cramped apartment in a semi-decent neighborhood before he left, so he scribbled the number down on a leftover napkin she’d brought home one day after a shift at Scoops and he smiled at the irony of the situation. 

Second he went to see Dustin. His mom was not pleased about being woken up in the middle of the night but when she say the pleading in his eyes she let him in. Too nice to have refused him anyway. She liked Steve, he was a good influence of Dustin. Dustin walked out into the living room sleepily after being woken by his mom. He rubbed his eyes as he rounded the corner, although as soon as he saw Steve he was wide awake. Steve explained what he was doing and how sorry he was that he was leaving but of course he understood. Was he upset? Definitely. But did he understand? More than anyone. So Steve also scribbled his new number down and passed it to him, along with a can of Farrah Fawcett spray, and when Mrs Henderson wasn’t looking he slipped him his nailed baseball bat out of his duffel bag. 

The third place he went was a surprise to himself. He didn’t know he was going there until he found himself parked outside. Hawkins Cemetery. The gates were closed but you could always jump over the fence round the back, thats usually how the weird kids got in so they could drink and try to talk to the dead. He navigated his way through the dark and three years ago he would have been silently shitting himself, however after all the stuff he’d saw there was nothing that really scared him anymore. He walked for a few minutes before finding his destination. 

‘Barbara Holland. 

In memory of our beloved daughter. 

She will not be forgotten.’

Steve’s fingers traced over the top of the gravestone delicately. The cold stone doesn’t affect him as he seems to get lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t been the best person to her. Laughed at her behind her back. Made snide comments in front of her face. He’d been an ass to her. And then she died in his pool, when everyone else was too busy trying to keep their popularity. She’d been forgotten, taken to the upside down where she would have stayed forever. She deserved more than that. And she deserves more than this. He places a single purple Hyacinth on her grave before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. 

He’s almost out of the graveyard when he spots something out of the corner of his eyes. The grave is fresher than the others, and its smaller, shoved right in the corner of the yard and he already knows who it belongs to before he gets there. 

‘Billy Hargrove 

Son. Brother. Friend’

Its a stark difference to Barbs, and just the sight of it makes Steve chuckle bitterly. He remembers overhearing Max telling the rest of the party during the wake that her and Susan had to persuade Neil into putting something more on that just his name. Yeah, Billy was a dick, but he deserved better. He deserved the chance at redemption. To become a better person and to prove his father and everyone else in his life wrong. He picks a few daisies from beside the grave and places them delicately on top of the stone. “See you later Hargrove.” He mumbles and he swears he can hear him laughing somewhere in the distance before he returns to his car and starts the long drive. 

“A little lost there?” Its like he’s just been woken up from a fever dream. A minute ago he was sat alone at the bar, and now there’s a woman around his age with y/h/c and bright y/e/c, staring at him like he holds all the secrets of the universe. 

“Huh?” He blinks at her, and three years ago he would have cursed himself for such a lame openly line, especially to a girl this pretty. But right now, he could be talking to Phoebe Cates herself and he wouldn’t give a damn. He just wants to be left alone to be sad and wallow in self pity about how awfull his life has turned out. 

“You looked kinda lost in your thoughts. You okay?” The girl asks, placing a delicate hand on his arm. 

“Yeah.” He shrugs her off. “Fine.” 

“You sure?” She asks and hands him a napkin, he stares at her blankly and she pushes it further towards him. “You look like you’ve been crying.” 

“Oh.” He quickly takes it from her and dabs at his eyes before scrunching it up and shoving it in his pocket. “Thanks.” He glances at her and forces a half smile before looking back at his drink. 

“I see you’re quite the talker.” You tease and sit beside him. He huffs in annoyance, but it doesn’t really seem to dampen your mood. Instead you call for the barman and ask for a drink, as well as whatever your ‘chatty’ friend wants, which after a few seconds figures is him. “So?” You ask once your drinks have been placed in front of you. “Thanks Billy.” You smile and his head rises. “Oooo, now we’re getting somewhere!” You do a little excited wiggle as you sip your drink and he looks at you bored. “Okay, so you either are a Billy.” 

“Pfft.” He scoffs and your eyebrows raise. 

“Okay. So you know a Billy.” 

“Knew.” He corrects. “I knew a Billy.” 

“Oh.” You frown and think for a few seconds. “So, were you friends and you left? Because you don’t sound like you’re from here.” 

“We weren’t friends, but yes I did leave.” 

“Where are you from? Wait!” You shush him before he even has a chance to answer, your finger is over his lips and he’s staring at you annoyed, but you don’t seem to care. “Okay, say something.” 

“I can’t.” His voice is muffled and you smile awkwardly before removing your finger, wiping it on his shirt. 

“Now say something.” 

“I’m from Hawkins, Indiana.” 

“Well, not that. But okay.” You roll your eyes. “Hey, isn’t that were all that freaky shit went down.” 

“Yep.” He grumbles and downs the rest of his first drink. 

“Cool.” You shrug. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t quite catch but you decide to let it go. “So about this Billy guy? Friend? Lover?” Your voice gets quieter and he stares at you shocked. “Oh come on. You can tell me, this is San Francis-” 

“He’s dead.” 

“Oh.” 

“Happy now?” 

“Well, you see no. The death of people doesn’t really make me that happy. No matter if I knew them or not.” 

“Well sorry to disappoint you.” He huffs. 

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

“Why would I want to do that? You’re a complete stranger.” 

“Because sometimes talking to a stranger is the best thing. They don’t know you so they can’t judge you. All they can do is listen and sometimes give advice.” You reply and he stares at you stunned. “Plus, I have some time to kill, and I can’t imagine you have anything better to do, otherwise you wouldn’t be sat in here alone.” 

“Okay.” He nods. “I’m gonna tell you a story.” 

“Ooooo!” You grab your drink and get comfy. “What’s it about?” 

“A boy and a girl.” 

“Awwww.” 

“Not like that.” He cuts you off, effectively shutting you down. “Its kind or short, and kind of boring.” 

“Well, you’re really selling it.” You huff. “Is the ending at least good?” 

“Oh, its a whirl.” He replies and you can sense the sarcasm dripping off his statement. 

He stops for a moment to really think about what he’s going to do. He’s going to tell a complete stranger all the reasons he decided to move. He’s obviously not going to tell you everything, but still. And why was he being so mean? He’s tried for over three years to be a nice person, to get rid of the persona he carried around with him during high school, so why has it come back tonight? And why don’t you seem to care about how he’s treating you. And more importantly, who the hell are you? 

“Dude” You wave a hand in front of his face and he blinks before looking at you. “Your story?” 

“Oh, yeah. So they were just 16-ish, when I knew them. And people were so mean to both of them. The girl was bullied by assholes in school who had nothing better to do than bring people down to try and build themselves up.” 

“I hate people like that.” You spit.

“Yeah.” He nods, but refuses to make eye contact with you. “Me too.” 

“What about the boy? Who was mean to him? Was it the same people?” You ask, your eyes are wide with fear and Steve finds it quite endearing. He’s telling you about people you’ve never met before but you seem to care so much about them despite that. For all you know he could be making this shit up, but you still seem so invested. 

“No, the people, well person that was mean to him was closer to home.” 

“Who was it?” You lean towards him a little. 

“His dad.” 

“Dickhead.” 

“Yeahhh.” He agrees. 

“Well, what happened to them?” You ask. “Are they okay?” He almost doesn’t want to tell you. Or if he does, he wants to make up some bullshit about how they’re both happy, with people who love and appreciate them. Buts thats not how the world works, and maybe telling you that will be doing you a favour. You seem too happy. 

“No.” He shakes his head sadly. “They ended up not loving themselves, and now they’re gone.” 

“Gone how?” Your voice is quiet and unsure, and you’re not even sure you want to hear the answer. He looks at the sticky floor, taking a deep breath and he doesn’t even have to properly answer for you to know what he’s about to say. 

“Headstones on a lawn.” 

“Oh.” You sigh. “Did you know them well?” 

“Not as well as I should have.” There’s something else behind that statement. A huge amount of pain and grief is swirling behind his eyes, like a storm ready to destroy everything in its path. 

“What were their names?” 

“What will that do?” 

“They can’t be forgotten if people know their name. And I never forget a name...its my thing.” 

“Thats not a very good thing.” He replies and you see the hint of a smile hiding behind his frown. 

“Ouch.” You place a hand over your heart. “Whats your thing then? Wait!” You shush him again but this time he doesn’t seem to mind as much. “I bet in high school you did kegs!” You guess and he rolls his eyes. 

“Their names were Barbara Holland and Billy Hargrove.” He changes the subject and silence falls between the two of you. You vaguely recognized the names from the news. You remember your roommate saying something about knowing a girl called Heather that lived in the same town, apparently they’d been at summer camp once. They used to talk sometimes but after a while she stopped receiving letters. 

“Well, at least someone else knows about them. And I’m bound to tell someone about them. Like I said, I’m good with names...not so much keeping secrets so if you’ve met aliens or the bogeyman, don’t tell me.” You say, trying to lighten the mood and it seems to work a little. He chuckles softly and thats good enough for you, for now. “Anyway, that can’t be the end of the story.” 

“Why not?” He questions. 

“Because it was sad.” 

“What’s that got to do with anything?” 

“All stories end happily. If not, it just means you’re not at the end yet.” 

“Sure.” He raises and eyebrow. “But, if you must know, no, I’m not at the end. But believe me, this doesn’t end happily for anyone.” 

“Well then its not over yet.” You say quickly making him roll his eyes before taking a swig of his drink. 

“Back at home I know a boy and a boy.” 

“Riiiight.” You wiggle your eyebrows and he smiles softly. He thinks Robin would like you, you’re sweet and accepting and everything he wishes he could have been back home. 

“They were best friends with each other. Still are actually, despite some difficulties. But I always thought that at least one of them wanted more. They loved each other but never knew it.” He lowers his voice, the two of you are leaning into each other, your forehead’s practically touching. “I think they were always afraid of what people would say. Or even what the other would say. And now one of them has moved to a different state.”  

Your frown deepens as you stare at the floor, your feet swinging against the stool as you play with your hands. 

”That sucks.” 

“I told you it wasn’t happy.” 

“Well, then you’re not at the end of your story. And they’re not at the end of theirs. Love always catches up with you eventually. Thats just the way of the universe.” 

“Sure it is.” He scoffs. 

“Come on. I want a sequel!” Your drum your fingers against the bar while he stares at you. “Billy! Another round please.” 

“You haven’t even finished that one.” Steve replies and you quirk your eyebrows, a smirk appearing on your face before you stare right at him and down the rest of your drink. 

“Happy now?” 

“Well, you see no not really, because I’m not carrying you home.” 

“You’d be so lucky.” You tease and he giggles a little. “Come on.” You poke his arm. 

“Fine.” He throws his hands up. “The sequel. This one is about me and my friend.” 

“Ooo, yay! I want to know more about you mystery boy.” The nickname causes Steve’s cheeks to heat up and he’s kind of glad Robin isn’t here to tease him. “Now, is this friend a girl?” You rest your chin in your hand and he sighs dramatically, already knowing where you’re going with this. 

“Yes. But not like that.” Now he’s the one shushing you making you stare at him surprised. “I’m not her type.” 

“Okay.” You hold your hands up in defeat and he lower his finger, letting it drop to the bar. 

“Both our parents were evil.” 

“How?” You ask.

“My dad says I’m his biggest disappointment and my mom looks straight through me.” 

“I’m sorry.” You place a hand on his arm but this time he doesn’t shrug it off, he lets you keep it there for a few seconds. 

“Its fine. They’re both kind of right.” 

“I’m sure thats not true.” You start to disagree but he talks over you instead. 

“And my friends parents don’t agree with her lifestyle if you know what I mean?” 

“Yeahh. I get that.” You nod, and now its his turn to try and decipher your look. He also prays he hasn’t attracted another lesbian, as much as he loves and supports Robin, he doesn’t need another factor to add into the thought that maybe he isn’t destined to be loved. “I play for both teams if you want to know.” You whisper and he nods. 

“Cool. Whats that like?” 

“Not any different to ‘normal’.” You reply and he chuckles. “So you and you’re friend? Quick question, is she cute?” 

“Yes, she’s cute. And for a time I may have liked her.” 

“Ha!” You snort loudly and a bright blush creeps up your neck. 

“Do you want to know the rest of my story?” 

“Yes.” You stifle your laughter. “Please, go on.” 

“So, both of our parents were mean, so we made a bet. And if we worked and saved we cold run away to somewhere like here and we’d have a better life.” 

“And?” You smile brightly at him. 

“And?” 

“Did that happen? Are you meeting her here?” You look around the dark bar. 

“No.” He shakes his head. “I left early and she’s still there.” 

“Oh.” You sigh. “I’m sorry. Is she going to be coming here soon though?” 

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “Her parents are putting a lot of pressure on her to be everything but herself and sometimes I think she’s just going to give in. She’s been through so much and she’s so stubborn, but when I call her, she seems so broken and part of me thinks its because I left her alone.” 

“No.” You grab his hand. “Its not your fault. Listen, I don’t know her, and I don’t really know you but she’s going to be okay. She’s going to come to San Francisco...meet a cute girl.” You whisper the last bit and he smiles softly. “And you’re going to have a better life.” 

“And how do you know that?” 

“Because, like I said. You’re story isn’t over yet. Its just beginning. Kind of like a movie, and eventually everyone gets their happy end. Everyone does.” 

“Again, how do you know that?” 

“I don’t, not really. But if you don’t have hope then what’s the point. Just you wait and see.” 

“You’re idea of the world and my idea of the world are very different from each other.” He sighs. “Its not funny or pretty or sweet. Its full of assholes and monsters and shitty things.” 

“Maybe.” You nod. “But I like to see the good in the world. You just have to see the good...” 

“Steve.” 

“And we finally have a name!” You cheer. “Keep looking for the good Steve. You’ll find it eventually.” 

I think I’ve already found a bit. 

“This isn’t the end of your story. For all you know it could be the beginning. Now, what time is it?” 

“11:55?” He replies and relief washes over him. He’s made it through and nothing bad has happened. Not to him at least. And when he gets home he’s going to call the party, and Robin and maybe even his parents to see if they’re okay. But right now you’re talking to him and he has to tune back into the real world. “What?” 

“Do you want a sparkler?” You repeat your previous question just as Billy hands you some change. He blinks at you and your roll your eyes playfully before saying bye and then dragging him out of the dingy bar and into the bright street. 

Its empty, everyone is either with friends or family, in back gardens or at events. It seems everyone in the entire world has someone to celebrate with, everyone except him, and then he remembers. He’s not alone. Because you’re looking at him, a soft smile on your lips as you hand him a sparkler. 

“I do this every year.” You explain and light the end of his before doing the same to your own. “I write something that has pissed me off in the past year, and then when it disappears, its like I’ve let it go. Metaphorically of course. Its kind of like a second go at New Years, because lets face it, nobody is keeping their resolutions.” 

“Has that ever worked.” 

“No completely. But there’s always time...like I said, it’s not the end of the story yet.”

And while he stares at you writing whatever in the air, with a bright smile on your face, for the first time in a long time there’s a spark of hope. 

He thinks there could actually be a day when he enjoys July 4th again.

[sevenseasofrog]

Lads ‘n Lasses

pairing: highschool!ben x fem!reader

summary: single sex schools are never boring

word count: 2982

a/n: wagwan gs, this might not be to everyone’s taste but i’ll see how it goes, this is the first time i’ve imagined myself as the reader while writing ?? not as someone else reading it ?? it’s also set in a manchesterish sort of place bc i had a major mind block trying to write about anywhere else other than where i actually live ,, that probably sounds weird idk aha, it’s defo an au where ben basically is still in education and all sorts of chaos takes place as the year moves forward ,, anyway ,, enjoy !! if you have any questions or likewise feel free to send an ask bc i see how it could be semi confusing ,, love u all a lotta :) ❤️

here’s also some stuff that could make it less confusing (especially if you’re not familiar with lingo from north west england, i’ll maybe add to this with each new chapter that comes out :)

St. Mary’s/ Mary’s- the all girls school the reader attends, quite middle class and full of students who like to make drama for their own entertainment, strong focus on languages and arts

St. Peter’s/ St. Pete’s - the all boys ‘brother’ school to St. Mary’s, very laddish with a focus on sports and science

Niamh & Maria - the reader’s two closest and longest friends

Tram/Met - British version of an overground subway?

Shout - another word for a houseparty

Snide - unfair

Swear down - saying you are telling the truth

also, the reader and ben are between the ages of like 17 and 18ish, the whole thing isn’t very accurate to the uk school system but it works a little better like that so yall are gonna have to go with it aha

ps, this chapter is spilt in two bc i got very carried away when writing it and tumblr has a word limit, hmph. however, that does technically mean that i can say i’ve written two chapters not just one ?? go me !!

Chapter 1: September

4th of September, the night before a new term, new academic year and a nearly fresh start. Your last year at St Mary’s had not been something you were dreading so to speak, and now it was finally here. Thanks to upcoming exams, you only had a little over five months to get through before freedom, and eventually, a completely clean slate at a new, far less intimidating school environment. Anticipation building, you called it a night

6:15am. You woke up to the painful sound of your alarm clock, early morning sun peeking through the split between the curtains. Eager to silence the blaring noise you crawled out of the comfort of the duvet and hastily clicked the stop button in the centre of your phone screen. You made your way into the bathroom, careful not to wake your parents, brushed your teeth and quickly got undressed before stepping into the shower, letting the cool water run down your back without getting your hair wet, since you had it cut and washed yesterday afternoon. Slipping on your school uniform you caught eye of yourself in the mirror and decided that you had nothing to lose by putting on a little makeup, you had time after all. It was about 7am when you made your way downstairs, the house still quiet with only you awake. These mornings were the ones you liked best, just you and your own thoughts, with no one to bother you other than the dogs. It was still relatively warm during the September days so you chose to leave your jumper hung over a chair in the kitchen, putting just your blazer over your crisp, white blouse. Throwing an apple and cereal bar into your bag for later in the day, you figured that you might as well also pack some paracetamol and chewing gum for good measure, knowing it would come in handy eventually. You headed into the hallway to sit on the bottom step of the stairs to put your shoes on, tying the laces as tight as you possibly could, slung the black tote over your shoulder and grabbed your set of keys, which were usually on a hook which your dad had attached to the wall earlier in the year.

The walk to the tram stop was pleasant enough. There was no real breeze and you walked with your hands in you pockets to the beat of the music. Skipping down the steps to the platform to buy a ticket for the week, the change rattled in your pocket, and you had to cover it to stop anything flying out. Once you had finally managed to get the machine to produce a ticket after it spat out the coins you tried to use a few times, you spun round and walked towards the sheltered seats down the further end of the stop. It was only 7:45 by this stage and there were still very few people around. Missing the school rush was certainly worth it for you, and it also meant there was time to grab a coffee on the way to school with Niamh and Maria, who both got on at later stops anyway. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, deciding to text your parents, as you did every morning to let them know you were okay. You skipped a few songs before slipping your phone back into your pocket and looking up to examine your surroundings, following a good few weeks of not coming to the somewhat grimy metro stop, nothing had changed. The ground was still caked in chewing gum, graffiti littered the ticket machines, and the bin was, as ever, overflowing.

There was one thing different though, slightly odd too. A blonde haired boy who you had never seen before was stood on the opposite platform. Weird. It was then that you noticed he was in the uniform for St. Peter’s, with a backpack hung on one shoulder and a gym bag on the floor- grim move from the newbie. It suddenly hit you however. He was on the wrong platform, and could end up getting on a tram further into the city centre rather than away from it. God, this was awkward. You could leave him? it would be kind of funny? but also a bit snide.

No.

Don’t do that you told yourself. Deciding to ‘start the new term right’ you cleared your throat before shouting across

“You going to St. Pete’s mate?”

He looked up from the ground, obviously somewhat confused, checking to see whoever the person who had shouted was talking too. Luckily, this was quite easy, given that he then noticed that he was in fact the only person on the platform. You gave a wave and as friendly a smile as you could muster given it wasn’t even 8 o’clock yet, in a desperate attempt to get his attention, which just so happened to work.

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“Because given that you’re on the wrong platform, you’re gonna have a very hard time getting there”. His jaw dropped a little

“You are joking, right?”

“Nope!”, you popped the ‘p’, just for emphasis, “So... are you just gonna stand there like a lemon or change platforms then?”. He quickly picked his bag off the ground and jogged up the steps to the bridge. As he crossed you rolled the waistband of your skirt up, realising that you previously looked a little to nun-ish for your liking. By the time you had finished fixing up your appearance the mysterious blonde was plodding down the steps, towards you. Shit. Now what?

You had just about composed yourself by the time he reached you.

“Ben. Ben Jones” he spoke, before offering his hand to shake.

“You’re very proper aren’t you!?”, you thought out loud “guessing you're not from up here then hm? Name’s y/n l/n by the way, I go to St. Mary’s”, you said, trying to remain friendly.

“Yeah, moved up from Bournemouth at the start of summer. My parents wanted to come up here so I had a chance of getting some sort of sports scholarship or something for rugby, y’know, for uni and that”. He spoke with quite a low, quiet voice, but definitely had a southern accent that you couldn’t imagine going any time soon. Now he was stood nearer, you had managed to get a clearer picture of Ben; he was very well built and had the physique of a genuine sportsman, He wasn’t too tall- but still taller than you by a considerable amount. His facial features were mostly soft, although his nose looked like it could have been broken in past games and he had the most striking green eyes.

“Well, you’d have had a pretty difficult time getting anywhere if you were stuck in the centre of town.” you both let out a laugh.

“Honestly, I’m such a melt, only I could do that on one of the few days that being on time actually matters”. You broke eye contact momentarily to see that a tram was approaching.

“Right then” you said, stepping towards the edge of the platform. “We’re a bit early but I normally get a coffee anyway, you can come if you want? I mean, you don’t have to get this one if you don’t want but if you do then the offer’s there..” You trailed off, noticing that you had waffled on a bit.

“Aha, no it’s fine! I’d be happy to get this one, you’re literally the first person I’ve spoken to who’s like, my age so it’s not like I have anyone to wait for. Plus, I’ll probably get lost if you abandon me now.” He looked up with puppy dog eyes after picking his gym bag off the floor again.

Stepping on the tram, you decided to offer him your first piece of valuable advice; “Right… Well. If we’re gonna be mates I better give you the rules of the road up here”.

“Go on then, local expert”, he said with a smirk.

“First things first. Don’t put your bag on the floor. It’s crusty and makes you look like a gimp”.

“Noted”, he spoke as the pair of you sat on the grey seats.

“Second. Most of the boys are maniacs and the girls are awful bitches, I’d say that I’d help you figure out who’s who but you’ll probably be able to decide for yourself”.

“Hm, you’re really selling it to me. The brutal honesty is a nice touch”. You gave a playful punch to the side of his arm, with a grin smeared across your face.

“Swear down mate, you’ll thank me later for this though.”

The journey passed in a flash, the pair of you talking like friends reunited. You learnt that he had a beagle named Frankie, lived not too far from you, he played rugby for teams but also enjoyed drama and music.

“You’re quite the character aren’t you! can’t say I took you for a performing arts kinda guy”

“Well… What kind of person did you take me as then, all knowing-y/n”

“Well Ben from Bournemouth.. that would be telling wouldn’t it, I can tell you however that this is our stop though”. You both stood up, grabbing your bags and heading for the doors of the carriage. You had a text from Niamh and Maria earlier on in the journey saying they’d be late and there was no point waiting for them, so you carried on the walk alone with Ben.

“If I left you here right now, would you have any clue where to go?” you questioned, genuinely intrigued.

“Erm.. no… I would have to stand around for a bit and hope someone takes pity on me”

“What about google maps though??”

“Hmm.. Let’s just say that there’s a reason I don’t take geography”

The coffee shop was about the same distance from the tram stop as is was from school, and it was about 20 past 8 when you pushed open the door with a small chime. It was a cosy little café, situated on the corner of the market street with wicker chairs outside and brown leather sofas inside. You never stayed in however, much preferring to enjoy whatever you brought during the rest of the walk to school. Today was a latte day, no questions asked. You liked to rotate throughout a few different drinks, depending on your mood. Ben stood close by as you explained how you’d most definitely be on black coffee by this time next week, but you might have the odd pumpkin spiced latte as September moved into October, just for novelty really. He gave out a small chuckle,

“You really are in a league of your own aren’t you? I’ve known you like an hour and I’m convinced you hold the secrets of the universe or some shit”. You liked Ben. He was good company and you had a fair bit in common;

“and what if I did hold the secrets of the universe huh?”

“I’d use the black market to sell you to a looney philosopher somewhere or other and make myself some fat stacks.” You both doubled over in complete hysterics. Would it be weird to say that you’d never bonded so quickly with someone? yeah, probably you thought, brushing the idea away quickly. Your giggle fit was quickly broken up however when the barista announced that your drink was ready, you fished the loose change out of your pocket and handed it over moments later,

“keep the change mate” you said politely, turning on your heel towards the door once again.

“You really are quite the angel aren’t you?” the boy walking next to you said “ooooo, keep the change mate, I’m y/n and I am the source of all life and joy” he mocked.

“You know it blondie”, you retorted with a smirk.

You had walked a fair deal further, now following the main road and considerably nearer to school when Ben reached into his inside pocket .pulling out a cigarette and lighter. You silently watched out of the corner of your eye as he held the stick in his mouth and lit one end, he inhaled deeply before taking it from between his lips to exhale. Before his could bring his hand back up however, you plucked it from his fingers and drew a breath from it yourself before throwing it down and stamping on it. Ben simply stood with his mouth hung open looking dumbfounded. “Whoa steady on...What the fuck was that about then? Oh… and for the record, you owe me a cig now!”, he spoke with a tone of shock mixed with annoyance

“Boo-Hoo”, you spoke back, “But neither of us can have a first day back if we get excluded before we even get to school you dimwit. There’s teachers stood by the traffic lights down there”, you pointed further down the pavement. “See for yourself if you want…” you trailed off. Ben looked a little guilty, realising that he could have got you both in a good deal of trouble,

“Ah, Right, Okay… Sorry about that..”

“Don’t worry about it. Honestly. It’s fine, you’re new! You’ve got a lot to learn still”, you gave him a reassuring smile, but you could tell that he still felt a twinge of regret.

The pair of you carried on the walk in a comfortable silence, and as you approached St. Peter’s a thought struck you. “Right. After school, wait for me here, I don’t really want you being lost in a new town stuck on my conscience all night”

“How noble of you, Miss y/l/n! How will I ever repay you for this selfless act of charity!” He exaggerated, running his hands through his hair as he spoke.

“We’ll have to see about that one won’t we, I guess”, You hitched your bag back onto your shoulder properly. Before he turned into the courtyard of his new school he grabbed your arm,

“Wait a minute... you give off way too much chaotic energy for things to run smoothly. What’s your snap or your number or something incase something goes horribly wrong” He spoke again, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Hm, go on then, I’ll give you my number then you can just add me on snapchat with it too if you really want. Two birds with one stone ‘n all that”, you reached into your bag and pulled out a pen. “Gimmie something to write on, chop chop matey!” you spoke hurridley, realising that you only had 10 minutes before you needed to be sat down in your first registration of the academic year. In a panic, he stuck out his hand, and you began to scribble down the first few digits.

“Fucking hell! I thought you were writing it down not tattooing it!”, he took in a sharp breath.

“Hm.. What.. Wait! Shit, sorry.. I’m a bit heavy handed”. You finished writing the numbers down with a conscious attempt not to press quite so hard and then threw the pen back into your bag.

“Aight then, I’ll see you later yeah?” He looked up at you,

“See ya later lemon boy”. You shot another smile before continuing on a few meters further down the path and approached the gates of St. Mary’s.

Hello old friend, you thought before taking a deep breath and turning into the school, with no way out for the next few hours at least. You stepped hurriedly through the labyrinth of corridors before reaching the room where you’d be registered. Throwing your bag onto your usual desk you could feel two sets of eyes on you.

“y/n l/n, You have some explaining to do! go on then, who’s the boy?” Niamh began, a devilish grin on her face.

“Gimme a second to sort my life out yeah? I just need to get my bearings then you can interrogate me”, you spoke, followed by a heavy sigh. After you put your bag in your new locker you returned to the desk where you were greeted by your long time friends once again. “Wait a minute, how do you even know? started hiring government spies or some shit?”

“Erm, no. But that’s quite a good idea actually. If you’re that desperate to know, Lewis sent me a message asking if you’d got a boyfriend over summer..” You let out a scoff before Maria could continue. “He still really likes you ya know?”

“Yes mum, I do know, you remind me most days” You all let out a laugh, attracting some attention from the neighboring tables.

“We’re off topic, you still need to explain yourself and we have like, 3 minutes until the bell goes” Niamh interrupted, she had always been the most conscious member of the group, as much as both you and Maria hated to admit.

“Right, I’ll keep it simple. I was at the met stop and he was stood on the wrong side so I told him to switch otherwise he’d never make it to school then he told me that his name’s Ben and he’s new and he’s in our year and then we got on the tram and then we went to get coffee then he decided he wanted a smoke and then I told him off and then we got to school and then I told him I’d meet him after school then I walked into school and now I’m here with you two” You barely paused for breath and gasped before either of your friends could continue, both of them looking shocked and rather confused.

“Right. You can explain that all again later in a bit only at least 76 times slower. ok? thanks? nice” is all Maria managed to respond before the door swung open and your teacher walked in...

Hope you enjoy !!❤️

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[thotantics]

Broken Hearts Club

⚤   pairing — reader + Oh Sehun (exo)

✎ word count — 6.7k

✦ genre — slight angst, smut, porn WITH a plot

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, alcohol use, strong language etc

[ A/N ] !!PART TWO COMING SOON!! SO I actually really worked hard on this. I made an outline, wrote a rough draft, edited this sucker and everything. I really hope you enjoy it. :)) (ps idk why I used Seokjin in this? he just felt like such a great crush to have idk sldkxduo) Requested — “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”  +  “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” 

As you sit in silence on Sehun’s bedroom floor, you look over at him. Tall and handsome, his limbs stretched out on his bed, taking up so much room you briefly wondered how he ever managed to fit a girl in there.

The intrusive thought was followed by a brief line of questions in your mind; what kind of girl he liked, how many different girls he’d had in that bed that seemed way too small for his big frame, and lastly you briefly thought to yourself that Sehun was probably a good fuck.

It’s nothing you hadn’t considered before. He’s gorgeous and he carries himself with this sort of quiet confidence that was definitely intimidating at times. Each movement from him seemed graceful and deliberate, it was easy for anybody to see that Oh Sehun was an attractive man.

Plus, you knew him very well. Having been friends for a couple of years, you had shared so many conversations that lasted late into the night - you knew he was supportive, intelligent, passionate, and that he valued your friendship. So when your brain conjured up a random, fleeting thought about Sehun trying to fit a woman into his bed that seemed too small, and then you thought about sex, your next thought pattern led to you skirting around a confession to your long time friend.

“Sehunnie…” You said carefully, attempting to gain his attention away from his phone. He lifted his eyebrows to acknowledge that he was listening, eyes still on the screen.

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to judge me?” 

This caught his attention, and he looked over, sitting up slowly on the edge of the bed so he could focus on you. “Of course.” He replied simply.

Taking a deep breath, you let out the words you’d been holding on to for weeks, “I think I’m in love with Kim Seokjin.”

For a long while, Sehun was unreadable. You had hoped saying it out loud would somehow help you make sense of the way you felt, or figure out what to do about it, but looking at your friend’s unreadable expression you couldn’t help but regret ever having told him this in the first place. Besides, it wasn’t like your friendship together had any sort of basis in sharing these types of things with one another. He had never told you about any girlfriends or crushes or dates. It just wasn’t a topic either of you ever brought up and now that you realized it, you felt a little bit ridiculous for blurting it out.

You were about to apologize, to tell Sehun to forget you ever said anything when he finally spoke up.

“Why him?”

You hesitated, not really quite sure how to answer him. “Um. Well…he’s handsome but it’s…more than that. My heart kind of feels really warm and I get all tingly when I’m near him. That’s what love feels like, I guess. Right?”

Sehun laid back down in his bed and said in a bored tone, “I wouldn’t know,” before he grabbed his phone once more, “You hardly know the guy, though, I do know that.”

“I know him well enough.” You countered, “We’ve hung out.”

“Fine. So you’re in love. When’s the wedding?”

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.” You told him with a frown. “I was hoping you’d be supportive.”

“What do you want me to do? I don’t care if you have feelings for Kim Seokjin. Tell Kim Seokjin and let him do something about it. It’s none of my business.” And with that, he lifted his phone back in front of his face.

Clearly the subject made him uncomfortable. You attempted to apologize a bit later, but he dismissed your apology with a kiss to your forehead, a tender sign of affection that a man like Sehun reserved for special women in his life - you’d seen him kiss his mother and grandmother the exact same way, and it warmed your heart.

“Don’t worry about it.” He told you. “It’s just weird to think of you…never mind.”

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You told him, “I just trust your opinion and I’ve just been feeling down because of this stupid crush.” There’s a moment of hesitance before you decide it couldn’t hurt to ask, “Do you think he could like me back?”

Sehun sighed heavily, “He’d be an idiot not to.”

A small group of mutual friends were having dinner and you overheard Chanyeol telling Minseok that Sehun had canceled at the last minute.

“What’s wrong? Is he ok?” You asked Chanyeol.

“I’m not sure.” Chanyeol admitted, “I think he’s having dating troubles or something. He’s just been quiet and kind of down lately.” He shrugged, “Whatever it is, you know how he gets when he’s down - he doesn’t open up easily, but he can handle it on his own.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, “I hope so. I had a horror movie marathon by myself last week...normally Sehun joins me but he didn’t respond to my texts.”

“Next time text me.” Chanyeol nudged you with his elbow. “You never invite me over anymore.”

“Sorry, Channie, I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.” You sigh.

“Are you coming to Namjoon’s party this weekend?” Chanyeol asked excitedly, “It’ll help take your mind off of things.”

“Actually, yeah.” You nodded, “I’d love to.”

Chanyeol texted you the info to Namjoon’s surprise birthday party later that night, and you found out the party was being thrown by Seokjin at his apartment. Work was stressful for the rest of the week, and in your spare time you started to think the party that weekend would be a good opportunity for you to confess your feelings to Seokjin.

You texted him to let him know you were coming and casually asked if he needed any help setting things up or maybe buying drinks or food. He replied back that he had everything under control, but he was looking forward to seeing you.

With your confidence boosted by his text, you decided to get yourself a really cute new outfit for Namjoon’s party. The night of, you were holed up in your bathroom for a solid two hours getting ready, but by the time you arrived at Jin’s apartment, you looked good, you felt good, and the atmosphere was perfect.

The place was packed with a lot of familiar faces as well as some people you didn’t know. You sought out Namjoon first, gifting him with the present you had gotten him and congratulating him on his birthday. Around you, people were dancing to music, voices were chatting, people were singing and laughing and drinking.

“Here,” Namjoon said, offering you a red plastic cup. “There’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry. You look great tonight, by the way.”

“Thank you!” You smile, “Wow, Jin really went all out for your party, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, I was so surprised. I thought I’d get maybe a cake and six guys loudly and badly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, I definitely didn’t expect all of this.” Namjoon said with a laugh.

“You deserve all of this and more.” You said, “You’re one of the nicest people I know, Kim Namjoon.”

He blushed, smiling shyly, “Thanks, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to keep you from mingling with your guests,” You said, nodding over his shoulder at someone you didn’t recognize approaching to get his attention, “Happy Birthday again, Joonie.”

“Thanks, Y/N! Have a good night, come and find me if you get hungry, I think I’ll mainly stick to the kitchen.” He laughed, “Taehyung bought the biggest cake I’ve ever seen, it’s like five tiers!”

Laughing, you watch as Namjoon heads to the kitchen with the person who approached him across the room, bragging about the aforementioned cake with big, exaggerated hand gestures. Shaking your head fondly, you turn and briefly scan the faces around you before you head out of the room to look around for the host of the party, the broad-shouldered man who had been running through your mind so frequently for the last few months.

Your stomach is in knots and your head is a little dizzy already, a side effect of your nervous state but the alcohol definitely wasn’t doing you any favors. You finish your first drink and are nursing your second before you find Seokjin. He was out on the balcony with a few others, and you begin to approach him when he spots you and excitedly turns to the person next to him.

“Hey! Babe, I want you to meet my friend!” Seokjin motioned you over, and gestured to the woman on his right. “Y/N, this is my date, Jiwoo, Jiwoo, this is Y/N.”

Your heart sank. Your throat constricted. You reach forward to shake hands with the attractive young woman that Seokjin was proudly introducing you to. “H-hi,” You managed to choke out, “How are you?”

“Hi, I’m fine, and yourself?” She replied, smiling pleasantly at you.

“You two would be really good friends,” Jin told his date before you could stutter out a reply to her. “You remind me of each other.”

Jiwoo smiles sweetly at you, and she chuckles when she speaks to you next but you don’t hear her. Whatever she said made Seokjin laugh and he tucked one arm around her waist. “Ah, really, that’s why Y/N has always been such a good friend, her sense of humor reminds me so much of yours, babe.”

You were spiraling, the alcohol in your bloodstream was probably making this whole situation a lot worse than it actually was, but all you knew for sure was you needed to get out of there, to get away from the two of them, and now. Jiwoo spoke again, teasing Jin and asking if he had a crush on you, but before you could even attempt to try and listen to him respond, you interrupt.

“E-excuse me.” You stuttered, “I-I have to…to…” Unable to form any more coherent words, you rush back inside the apartment. The buzz of the party-goers around you was giving you an instant headache. Tears were welling up in your eyes and your throat was so tight it felt like your breath couldn’t escape your lungs. Your vision seemed to be tunneling, and you worried for a moment that you might actually pass out. Scrambling past the people in your way, you made your way up the stairs and into the farthest bathroom, away from the noise.

You shut the door and immediately slumped over the counter, sobbing so hard your entire frame was shaking. The sorrow made your ribs ache. Seokjin could have liked you, but you were too late. He compared you to his date, and was so enthusiastic for you to meet her. If you had stayed long enough to hear him respond to his date’s joke about having a crush on you, it would have ruined your self-esteem to hear his denial. Or even worse, if he had admitted he had a crush on you and that you really had been too late, you would never forgive yourself. The hurt was piercing you so deeply that you wondered if you could ever be friends with him after this. Your knees weren’t strong enough to hold you, and you sank onto the edge of the tub, burying your face in your hands, and you cried your heart out.

Sehun had only just walked in the front door when he spotted you weaving through the crowd, tears welling your eyes, the expression on your face easy for him to read, but even still he didn’t imagine he would open the bathroom door to find you perched on the edge of the tub, shaking as heavy sobs left your frame. The sound of the door alerted you, and you lifted your head, meeting his gaze. He saw the pain in your eyes, bloodshot and puffy, your makeup smeared all over your face, your hair in tangles.

“What happened?” He asked, shutting the door and dropping to his knees in front of you, “Did someone do this?” You weren’t answering his questions fast enough, sniffling, wiping your cheeks off on your sleeves, “Talk to me.” He encouraged you gently, fear beginning to well up inside of him.

“I was going to confess to Seokjin.” You told him regretfully, “He’s here with someone else. She was teasing him about having a crush on me and I-I just…I had to get out of there.”

For a few moments, Sehun just sat there in front of you, staring up at you while you attempted to wipe your face clean on your brand new clothes, angry you spent money on a confession you never even got to follow through on. After a while, you meet his eyes, feeling vulnerable.

“What?” You ask him quietly.

“You’re really up here hiding away in a bathroom, looking like a complete mess, because you didn’t get to confess a crush to some guy you barely know?” Sehun asks you, and when you stare at him sadly and don’t respond, he pulls away from you, standing and pacing to the other end of the bathroom, “Jesus Christ, you cannot be this stupid?”

Frowning, you tell him defensively, “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”

“Oh, princess, trust me, I’m not being mean. This is not mean. This is me asking you, sincerely, if you’re a fucking idiot or not.” Sehun pointed a finger at you, “I followed you in here because I thought something bad had happened. I thought someone hurt you! I didn’t know you’d be in here throwing a little cry-baby temper tantrum because the boy you like has a new girlfriend.”

“Stop being so mean!” You snap at him, “It hurt my feelings, and you’re making it even worse, ok? So just stop!”

“Aw, are your feelings hurt? Well I’m sorry. But guess what? You hurt me the same way that Kim Seokjin hurt you, but I didn’t run off to the bathroom to hide and cry like a little brat. I still showed up tonight, didn’t I? I was hoping to put it past us. I’m being mature and trying to move on. I was hoping you could see that I’ve gotten over it, that I’m over you, that I-”

“Wait, woah, stop.” You cut him off, holding up your hands, “What the hell are you talking about? You’re over what?”

Sehun scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, ok.”

“Seriously.” You insist, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, how did I hurt you? It wasn’t on purpose, Sehunnie, you should know that…we’ve been such good friends for so long, I would never intentionally hurt you-”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” Sehun snaps, this time cutting you off before you could finish. You stare at him with big eyes, sadness still evident in them, and as he looks back at you, he realizes one big mistake that he’d made. You were looking up at him with sadness and tenderness in your watery eyes, realizing only at that moment how you felt was how Sehun had been feeling since you admitted your feelings for Seokjin to him. Everything suddenly made sense - his attitude and his absence since that night, the way he was upset with you now. And you feel like a complete idiot for not having figured all of this out sooner.

“I thought…” You begin, your voice small and cracking a bit, so you clear your throat. “I thought we were best friends.”

“I never wanted to be your friend.” Sehun tells you, “I always wanted to be with you.”

Feeling guilty for assuming the worst, for being bitter and angry thinking that you knew all along of his feelings for you and simply didn’t care about hurting him, Sehun moves to sit on the edge of the tub with you, and he gently takes your hand.

“We are best friends.” He assures you quietly. “I love the time we’ve spent together. I’ve been missing you a lot lately, even though hearing you were in love with someone else was really…hard for me to deal with.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” You tell him, fresh tears falling down your face now but these ones weren’t for Kim Seokjin, these ones were for Sehun, and he feels the full weight of each droplet fall heavy on his shoulders.

“I really didn’t know.” You insist between sniffles, “I mean, you never really, like, flirt with me or anything. You’ve never told me how you feel. I’m so sorry, Sehunnie, I feel awful.”

He turns and lifts your shoulders, preventing you from slumping down and crying harder, and he cups your cheeks in both hands, swiping under your eyes tenderly with his thumbs, “Don’t cry.” He tells you, “You’ve done enough of that.”

“But I feel so bad.” You tell him, sniffling and trying hard to fight back your tears as his hands move to tuck your hair behind your ears. “I really am stupid, aren’t I?”

“No, no, no, don’t say that. I shouldn’t have said that...I was just angry. I’m sorry.” He sighs heavily before he continues with a defeated tone, “I didn’t flirt with you. Not because I wasn’t into you, because I was...so, so much. I was just trying to show you that I was interested in more than just hooking up or whatever. Do you think I treated all of my friends the way I do you?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, I never really thought about it. I just…enjoyed your company. I never second guessed your actions or your words. I always took everything at face value and…god, Sehun, you should have told me.”

He laughs lightly, easing the tension some, which you’re grateful for. “I wouldn’t stay up all night long talking to Junmyeon on the phone.” He points out, “I don’t let Jongin lay in my lap, I don’t try to braid Chanyeol’s hair.” You laugh at the mental picture all of that conjures, and Sehun smiles sweetly at you. “Ah, you really are a stupid girl, aren’t you?”

You shove his chest lightly, “Give me a break.”

”I have!” Sehun insists , “So many times!” He tosses his hands up exasperatedly, “Other than out right yelling directly in your face that I’m in love with you, I tried everything I could think of to make you feel special to me, because you are.”

At this, you stare at him in awe, nearly on the verge of tears again. Sehun looked vulnerable for the first time since you met him - maybe he hadn’t meant to let that word slip out, but you could tell that he meant it, and even though it made your heart soar, it was breaking, too.

“You love me?” You ask him quietly, unable to form any other coherent words, and he looks down, glancing away from your face nervously.

For a while, he doesn’t answer you, and you were feeling the guilt piling up. It was clear that you had hurt Sehun deeply, obviously much more than this silly, immature encounter with Seokjin had hurt you. You were about to start apologizing all over again when he spoke, under his breath and without looking up at you.

“Do you remember that day I had off last year, when you needed a ride back from the airport? I was exhausted. I had been working hard the whole time you were away, it was my only day off, and I picked you up from the airport and took you to dinner?”

You nod your head, remembering that day very clearly. Sehun had been so tired, physically and mentally, but you hadn’t been back home to Seoul in over a month and the two of you had been so excited to see one another, despite your late arrival, you went out for dinner and stayed up almost the whole night.

“I must have tried to kiss you a hundred times that night.” He recalls with a soft smile, his eyes lifting to meet your own, to gauge your reaction. The regret was clear in your eyes, the subtle, natural pout to your lips was tempting to kiss away, but Sehun held back. Instead, he gently reaches out and strokes your cheek, his thumb lightly trailing down to brush your lips instead, unable to resist the plushness.

“You should have kissed me.” You breathe, wishing more than anything you could somehow turn back time and change things.

“I guess so.” He sighs, his hand dropping from your face and back to his side. “I’m not the kind of man that easily opens up about the way that I feel.” He says, “You know that already.”

“I know.” You murmur sadly.

“What I tried to do, all along, was show you with my actions how I felt. Feel.” He says carefully, “How I…have felt and still feel…about you.”

You gulp, feeling stupid and small that this whole thing was playing out like this. It was your fault, you could see that now. You knew Sehun well enough, after all the time you spent together, that if you had really been paying attention, you would have noticed. Looking back on it now, it’s clear to you how oblivious you had been and how negligent you were of his feelings and the way he treated you. 

“I can’t take it back,” You tell him regretfully. “I feel like the worst person in the world because I couldn’t see it, but I can’t change that. I’m sorry.”

For another long moment, you’re both silent, shyly and almost mournfully regarding one another. Neither of you knew what was coming next, but you were certain that Sehun could see your heart pounding in your veins, you were so nervous. Would your friendship be ruined by this? Could you return to normal somehow, or were you expected to find a new normal to adjust to? If so, what did that entail?

All these thoughts were swimming in your head, fueling your anxiety, making you want to cry all over again, but there was only one thought in Sehun’s head in that moment. He was staring directly at your lips, the way they turned down and looked especially full and pouty. He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you, but he was holding back, afraid he would drive you away.

“You’re the best person I know, Y/N,” Sehun tells you gently, cupping your cheek softly, his heart bursting with warmth when you nuzzle into his touch slightly. “Maybe in the beginning, I was too afraid to make any real moves, I’ll admit it. After some time, I subconsciously was trying not to ruin our friendship. We both made the same mistake. You were too late to confess to Seokjin and I was too late to confess to you.”

“It’s not too late.” You tell him, your chest aching like your ribs were going to open up and offer him your beating heart. “You told me, I know now. It’s not too late.”

He starts to argue with you, but you cut him off, shaking your head, “It took us this long because maybe you were too afraid in the beginning and maybe I was too clueless this whole time, but it’s not too late if I know now. It can’t be...please don’t let it be too late, Sehun, I-I don’t think I could bear it.”

There’s a fire igniting in his belly, and Sehun sees the way you’re looking at his lips, and he doesn’t make the same mistake he made countless times in the span of your friendship - this time, he cups your cheek, his thumb brushes your bottom lip, drawing it down and pressing gently into the softness, and then he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His kiss is gentle and hesitant, coupled with your trembling hands reaching for his shirt, clinging to the bottom hem desperately. Just the slightest pressure from his lips, no movement, no tongue, but he takes a breath in and it feels like he’s drawing it directly out of your lungs, and you shift forward just a little closer, trying to mold against him.

You part your lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss, but instead Sehun pulls away. He looks down at you with all the love and adoration in the universe shining out from his eyes before he moves back in, his eyes falling shut as he meets your mouth again. This time, he moves. Soft as silk and slow as he can stand. He smooths his lips repeatedly over yours before he finally deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue past your lips.

With his hands gently cradling your face, he tilts your head to the side a little, and you moan into his mouth as you taste the beer from your tongue and the passion on his lips. Your hands, now fisted and twisting the bottom of his shirt, were just about to trail down and feel the smooth skin of his stomach when Sehun pulls away from you again.

He chuckles because you groan in protest, but he still holds onto your shoulders to keep you steady and hold you an arms length away from him. He’s struggling already to catch his breath, but he’s looking at you intently, trying hard to focus.

“You’re drunk.” He states regretfully. “This isn’t the way I wanna do this, Y/N.”

“Sehunnie, I’ve barely had two drinks, and anyway, we’ve already wasted so much time.” You remind him, tugging lightly on his shirt and he gives in easily, letting you press up against his chest again, “Kiss me.”

He indulges you for a moment, pressing his lips firmly to yours in a chaste kiss before he looks down at you, his brow furrowed in concern. “I’m not trying to hook up with you tonight, Y/N. I don’t want that.” For a moment, your heart sinks, and as you stare up at him, nodding softly, you realize he wasn’t finished. His hand comes back to your cheek, cradling your face. “I want to be with you.” He said.

Your face is burning, and you couldn’t have hidden your 1,000-watt smile if you had wanted to, so instead you beam up at Sehun, someone you trusted, admired and you were certain now someone you had loved for a very long time. It was the sort of love that always existed between you, comfortable, never leaving you with questions or doubts. Your friendship had come naturally and, as you stand up on your tiptoes to take the lead and capture his lips, you felt a warmth spreading through your chest as you hoped that the next step of your relationship was starting right now.

Sehun doesn’t pull away from you this time. He lets you kiss him however you want, relishing in the feel of your silken lips and the insistence of your tongue exploring his mouth. You need to map him out, to memorize every detail of his mouth, now. This was someone you had known so intimately for so long, and yet these minute things, like the way his teeth feel bumping into yours or the very slight scruff on his chin rubbing into yours were new, and it filled you with excitement.

He hums into the kiss, the vibration against your lips makes you smile and your eyes flutter open briefly to see he’s looking back at you, and you burst into giggles. 

“What?” He laughs, “Is this weird?”

“No! Not at all.” You insist, “It feels…good. It feels really good..”

The smile he gives you is brighter than the sun and warms you up from the inside out. He comes back to kiss you again and you smooth your hands up his chest, laying them flat, feeling his heart pounding under your right palm. It soothes you to know that his heart is racing just as fast as yours.

The distant, faded sounds of the party downstairs are drowned out, muffled by the sound of his heavy breathing as the kiss you share now grows into something more. His hands move from your waist to your back, pressing you more tightly against him than before, and he slips one hand under the hem of your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your lower back. It doesn’t take long before soft sounds were leaving your lips, swallowed up by Sehun’s hungry mouth. He wants to hear you whimper into him more and more, and he keeps pushing further, eventually moving one hand around and gingerly palming your breast through your shirt.

You gasp, arching your back and thrusting your breast into his hand, and in a desperate attempt to feel his skin, you began to claw at his shirt, pulling it upwards and panting against his mouth.

“Take this off.” You breathe raggedly against his lips.

Sehun untangles from you long enough to discard his shirt on the bathroom floor, desperate to press against you with less clothing on, walking you backward until he could lift you and sit you on the counter by the sink. Your legs wrap around his waist and you tug his hair to keep his mouth on yours, even as his hands push up your shirt and he holds you by the ribs, moaning against your tongue as you pulled at his hair lightly.

“Wanna touch you.” Sehun mumbles into the kiss, breaking away from your mouth to catch his breath and look down at you seriously for a second, “I promise I can make you feel good.”

“I know.” You pant, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side, “I want you to touch me, Sehunnie.”

You thought with nothing but your bra standing in his way, that Sehun would want to go for your tits but instead, he drops to his knees in front of you, so he was staring at the ridiculously skimpy skirt you had bought just for this evening. You felt exposed and just a little bit ridiculous as his hands bunch the material up around your waist, exposing the front of your panties. Blushing hard, you watch as Sehun licks his lips and his eyes flicker back up to meet yours. He was asking for permission with his eyes, gentle and caring. You nod your head, and he looks back down, his hands reaching for your thighs first, rubbing smoothly up and down your soft skin.

“You got all dressed up tonight.” He points out, causing you to blush deeper and hide your face in shame.

“Yeah, I did.” You say, gasping because Sehun chose that moment to run his fingers very delicately down the front of your panties, tracing your slit through the material.

“Did you wear these for him?” He asks you, but his voice is calm and curious. You falter, unsure what he wants you to say. When he looks back up at you, he smirks, “Yeah, of course, you did. You wouldn’t wear sexy panties and a matching bra like this unless you wanted somebody to see it.”

“That’s not true.” You murmur a half-developed argument, “Maybe I wanted to wear it for myself.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You’re a bad liar.”

You start to say something back, but all thought is wiped from your brain when Sehun pulls the material of your panties to the side and suddenly his fingers are grazing your bare flesh. You twitch, sensitive, and he’s looking at you so carefully that you almost want to hide, it feels so intimate.

“But he didn’t make you wet like this,” Sehun says, parting your lower lips and taking in the sight of your glistening sex. “Who made you this wet?”

“Y…you did.” You stutter, face burning white-hot with embarrassment.

“That’s right.” Sehun smiles up at you, tugging your panties even more firmly to the side, “I did.” and with that, he leans down plant a kiss at the cleft of your pussy, his eyes locked on yours.

You gasp, thighs jerking, and Sehun grips them firmly to keep them spread, and he kisses you again, and again until you aren’t so sensitive anymore. You watch him with your mouth agape, nearly drooling at the sight of his lips on you like this. Then he licks. Gently over your outer labia at first, but then he licks deeper, moaning against you when he tastes the slickness of your arousal pooling against his tongue.

Sehun’s mouth is hot and greedy, licking deep against your hole and flicking insistently against your clit, sucking and swallowing and groaning against you all the while. Your head is spinning and you can’t look away from him. His mouth was intoxicating against yours but to have him between your thighs like this was something far more addictive and something all together cosmic.

You’re already about to cum when he inserts the first finger into you. You buck your hips into his face and feel him smirk, and his eyes focus on yours again and you know that he knows. And then he stops. 

You’re about to protest weakly, to accuse him of being a tease when he stands up and his hands move to the button and zipper of his jeans. It shuts you up in a hurry and you sit there, legs spread, cunt dripping, and watch with your mouth practically watering as he pulls out his thick, heavy cock. Sehun strokes himself a couple of times as he looks you over.

“God, Y/N, you’re so beautiful. Do you want me to fuck you?”

Nodding eagerly, you swallow past a lump in your throat, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him. “Yes, Sehunnie, please.”

“Scoot a little closer to the edge.” He tells you, gripping your thighs and tugging you slightly to aid in your movements. He steps between your thighs and then reaches into his pocket for a condom before he shoves his jeans off the rest of the way so they don’t inhibit his movement. You trace his abs lightly with curious fingers as he rolls the condom down the length of his erection, and he tells you in a low whisper, “I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N.”

You feel compelled to tell him that you’re sorry yet again, but he kisses the words from your lips and without wasting any more time, pushes himself inside of you. Sehun groans with you when he’s inside, and he thrusts in deeper, bottoming out while you gasp and cling onto him. Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, and Sehun kisses you slowly and keeps himself still, letting you adjust. You feel impossibly tight, clenching around his cock and trembling. When he does start moving, he pulls back from your mouth and looks down between you at where you’re joined. He’s already coated in your arousal, sticky and wet with each plunge back inside your depths, and even though he hasn’t had a single drink tonight, he feels drunk on the sight alone.

“Fuck.” He hisses, squeezing tightly your waist and drawing you further off of the counter. He’s practically holding your weight on his own now, only using the counter to balance himself, and he’s slamming into you deeply. “Fuck!”

Shaking and moaning uncontrollably, you’re on the edge of orgasm again and you begin to claw at Sehun’s back and shoulders, trying to keep him pressed tightly to you while your hips roll to gain friction on your clit. It’s only been a couple of minutes and Sehun can feel when you start to cum around him, your inner walls rhythmically squeezing and pulsing around his cock, and he feels victorious.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”  He asks as you cry out at the peak of your pleasure. “Could he fuck you so good you cum for him in two minutes flat?” Sehun asks, his thumb finding your clit despite your orgasm beginning to slow, driving it right back up to another peak, “Look at you.” He says, voice thick with adoration and amazement, “You’re soaking my cock, you’re cumming all over me. Fuck, you’re so good.”

“Oh, my god, don’t stop..” You cry out, tears spilling down your face as one orgasm leads directly into another and your whole body is trembling under Sehun’s.

“I’m not gonna stop.” He grunts, fucking you through your orgasm and continuing on, pounding you rough and fast, “I want to be with you, Y/N,” He groans, “I want to fuck you like this all the time. Always.”

“Always.” You echo back automatically, head thrown back, eyes watering and vision blurry. “I love you, Sehunnie. Oh, god…I love you so much.”

Sehun meant to draw it out a little bit longer, he meant to see if he could make you cum a third time, but as the words left your lips in the throes of passion, his hips stuttered against you and his cock throbbed and released, spilling himself inside the condom. Your tryst had lasted all of ten minutes, and he maybe would have been disappointed if he had been with anybody else, but he was with you, and when he stilled and looked down at you, you were grinning up at him, satisfied, your makeup smeared and your hair a mess, and Sehun was happier than he could remember being in his life.

He’s apologetic as he helps you get off the bathroom counter. Shy as he hands you a wad of toilet paper and turns away to give you privacy to clean up while he removes the condom. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”

“You weren’t too rough.” You assure him, “It felt amazing. I loved every second of it.”

He winces a little at your choice of words, “Shit. I’m sorry it was so quick…next time I’ll be more thorough and I’ll take my time. I mean, if you want there to be a next time. We don’t have to.”

You laugh, coming up behind him as he stuffs himself back in his jeans and closes the zipper. You hug him from the back, pressing a kiss between his shoulderblades, “It was perfect, Sehunnie. And of course, I want there to be a next time. I meant it when I said I love you, you know?”

“You don’t love me.” He chuckles, turning to face you. “All this time I’ve been in love with you, you never noticed.”

“I didn’t notice because I thought what we had was special and different than any other friendship. Regardless, of course, I love you. I love you for being supportive of me, for being there for me when I needed you, I love you for coming after me tonight to check on me, for caring about me, for being concerned for me, even though I hurt you. I love you for coming over to watch scary movies and eat junk food when we’re bored.” You laugh, and he smiles back at you. “I just didn’t realize what kind of love this was as I was feeling it. Not until now.”

“What kind is it?” He asks you curiously.

“Not the kind where you have a stupid crush and it makes your heart flutter and you end up crying in the bathroom at some party. My love for you is comfortable and easy, and I’ve never doubted it or second-guessed it because I always felt it so strongly. I’m sorry that I didn’t question it, though... I should have analyzed our feelings sooner. I should have paid closer attention. But I’m not sorry at the same time, because our bond is very strong and for that, I’m thankful. Thank you for sticking around, Sehun.”

His chest is swelling with pride and affection as he looks down at you. There’s a lot more he wants to say and a lot more he wants to ask, but for now, he feels at peace. Sehun presses a kiss to your forehead and slips his arm around your shoulders, and he leads you out of the bathroom.

As you walk together down the short hallway to the stairs, he mutters under his breath against your ear, “Let’s literally never tell Seokjin that we hooked up in his guest bathroom.”

[miguel-manbemel]

Aspect & Fanfics Ep. 1: Virgil’s Revelation

This story is set after “Embarrassing Phases: The Nightmare instead of Christmas”, the last released episode as of writing, and ignores any subsequent episodes. It is written in a script format as if it was an episode of the series. It won’t be as good as anything Thomas and Joan would create, but I tried and I hope it’s enjoyable. This is also my first long writing of fiction in English language so please forgive any mistakes you may find in the text. This also happens to be my first post on Tumblr, so hi to anyyone reading. I hope I’m posting this right, with the right tags and all.

SYNOPSIS: All the Sides storm in the living room. They have just discovered that Virgil is a Dark Side and has been hiding it. When Virgil, offended and heartbroken at their accusations of being a spy and an enemy for them, leaves them with Deceit, it will be Thomas’ duty to find him, to try and make amends. To do that, though, he’ll have to follow him to the deepest corner of the Mind Palace, the Dark Realm, where all Dark Sides live, and it will be a dangerous journey.

WARNINGS: This contains angst, serious arguing and rejection between Sides, lots of crying both of sadness and emotion, some mild horror scenes, and a couple of bleeped potty words. All the characters from the series up to “Embarrasing Phases” appear, including Deceit.

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[Thomas is standing with another guy, holding his hands with a bucolically loving look]

THOMAS: [loving voice, while the other guy looks at him emotional] We’ve been together for so many months. I think we’re ready for the next step in our relationship, so would you make me the happiest person on this world and… [suddenly chill voice] give me the password of your account on the PS Network, please? I couldn’t renew mine this month.

[The other guy gives him a dirty look and leaves the house]

THOMAS: [shocked] What did I say?

[Introduction sequence]

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? Man, last year was full of emotions of all kinds! I learned things about myself I didn’t see coming, like the existence of the Dark Sides, and I also met Deceit… It can have an impact discovering your own flaws and faults, but seeing them literally face to face like I did… It’s surely an experience...

ROMAN: [rising up, angry] This is unacceptable!

LOGAN: [rising up in the same mood] Agreed!

VIRGIL: [appearing anxious] Guys, please, let me explain!

PATTON: [rising up, worried] Please, kiddos! Don’t fight! Let’s talk like civilized people!

ROMAN: Patton, we are not people, [pointing at Virgil] and certainly he’s not!

THOMAS: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guys! Everyone relax! Talk about an experience… What is going on here!?

ROMAN: Thomas, you wouldn’t believe what we have just discovered! We have a rat in this living room!

LOGAN: Roman, go to the point! If Thomas has an infestation of rodents in his house, [to Thomas] and that’s what you get for not taking the trash out, [back to Roman] he can deal with them later!

ROMAN: [sighs] Please, write that one down in one of your vocab cards and look for the meaning later…

THOMAS: Guys, I’m not following anything of this!

ROMAN: Virgil tricked us! He lied to us all this time!

THOMAS: Lied? About what? I don’t understand.

LOGAN: Guys, we’re only confusing Thomas. I think it will be better if we tell him in a chronological order.

THOMAS: Thank you, Logan!

ROMAN: I have a better idea. Let’s use a flashback. It will be better if he sees it with his own eyes.

[Roman snaps his fingers, and we see Patton’s room. Patton is there, playing with his glow-worm. Virgil appears.]

VIRGIL: [angry] Patton, I don’t think I can take much longer of you calling me ridiculous names!

PATTON: [startled] Oh! Um… Hi, Virgil… You scared me… What did you say…? …the names? Oh… I’m not doing it on purpose, kiddo! It just slips out!

VIRGIL: How convenient, right? Do you expect me to believe that you have so many mistakes in a day and they’re not on purpose? I know you’re a fool, but nobody can be such an idiot as you’re making seem you are! Listen carefully, Patton. I’m really fed up with you. If you call me kiddo, or angel or any other stupid thing one more time, consider our friendship over! Understand?

PATTON: But, kiddo… [covers his mouth]

VIRGIL: [gasps in anger] You… did… not…!

PATTON: I’m sorry, kiddo, I… oops!

VIRGIL: This is it! I’m done with you! Don’t you ever dare to speak to me again!

PATTON: Virgil, I’m sorry, I…

[Virgil sinks down out of Patton’s room. Later, Roman enters his room and finds Patton crying.]

ROMAN: Patton, what is going on!? The shouting could be heard from my own room!

PATTON: Roman, I’m such a fool. I really messed up this time. I…

ROMAN: [calming sweet voice] Okay, okay, calm down, and tell me all about it.

[Roman’s voice from present time is heard, while the image of Patton talking to Roman is fast forwarded]

ROMAN: Let’s skip this part as Patton is telling me everything again, shall we?

[Fast forwarding ends and Patton has finished telling Roman]

ROMAN: [angry] This is outrageous! How can Virgil dare being so utterly rude? Where did that come from in the first place?

PATTON: Roman, this is my fault. I know he doesn’t like being called like that, that it makes him feel uncomfortable, and I kept doing it, even if I didn’t notice.

ROMAN: Even so, he should take some lessons about patience, and I’m willing to give him some! The way he spoke to you isn’t nice!

PATTON: Seriously, I just prefer to let it go, Roman.

ROMAN: Okay, as you wish. But if you ever need a prince to rescue you, who you’re gonna call?

PATTON: [with a sad smile] Ghostbusters?

ROMAN: [chuckles a bit] Me, you silly bean, me. Okay, see you later, and cheer up, I’m sure everything will be all right soon.

PATTON: Bye, Roman. Thank you.

[Back to the present]

ROMAN: However, I was so angry and worried about Patton, that I couldn’t let it go so easily, so I decided to talk to Logan.

[New flashback, this time from a random room in the Mind Palace. Roman and Logan are talking.]

ROMAN: ...and that’s what Patton told me. It is unforgivable, isn’t it?

LOGAN: I don’t know, Roman, we shouldn’t judge until we heard both sides of the story, no pun intended. In a way, I understand Virgil. Patton can be… quite a nuisance, sometimes.

ROMAN: Even so, what matters is the intention, and I’m positive Virgil knows that Patton meant no harm at all. Virgil really overreacted on him. And then it’s me who they call a Drama Queen…

LOGAN: They who?

ROMAN: …Never mind. I think we should go to Virgil’s room to have a talk. We need to make this clear.

LOGAN: But Patton asked you not to. Do you think it’s okay if we interfere in their business? We might only make things worse.

ROMAN: I don’t think things can get any worse between them, Logan. Virgil has stopped talking to Patton. If this is not a good moment to talk to Virgil, when will it be?

LOGAN: Well, you know more about feelings than me, Roman. I hope you know what you’re doing.

[back to the present]

ROMAN: And so, we headed to Virgil’s room. But we hadn’t entered yet when we heard arguing. So, we stayed there, hiding.

THOMAS: Hiding?

LOGAN: Yes, it’s like staying in the hall of the room without completely entering but close enough to hear and see everything. Like when Patton tricked you saying he was a ghost, remember? He was there, able to hear and talk to you, but you couldn’t see him and he didn’t physically pop up until a second later. We stayed hidden like that seeing and hearing all that was happening, but no one there could see us.

THOMAS: I see. And what did exactly happen?

ROMAN: You wouldn’t believe it. You’ll better see it yourself in another flashback.

LOGAN: Wow, Roman, you surely love your flashbacks, right?

[Another flashback of Virgil’s room. Deceit is there, talking to him.]

VIRGIL: Listen, Deceit, I’m getting really tired of your meddling. I don’t want you crawling around me all the time. Why don’t you just leave me alone!

DECEIT: It’s pointless for you to keep lying to yourself, Virgil. You know you are who you are.

VIRGIL: Ha! It’s funny that the very embodiment of lies tells me to stop lying to myself. You don’t know me, Deceit. You think you do, but the Virgil you once knew is long gone.

DECEIT: You say that only to reinforce your own facade. You know at the very bottom of your soul that you’re still one of us.

VIRGIL: Stop it! I’m not one of you! Maybe I was, but not anymore! Now I have another place where to stay, and I love my new place!

DECEIT: A new place with who? These idiots? What do you think they’ll do if and when they find out the truth? Do you think they’re gonna understand that you lied to them?

VIRGIL: Shut up…

DECEIT: I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. They’re gonna reject you. Just as they rejected you in the first place. Because you’ll never be one of them, Virgil. You’re one of us. You are a Dark Side and nothing more. Accept it!

VIRGIL: [yelling] I SAID SHUT UP!

ROMAN: [slowly rising up, in shock] Virgil? What is he talking about…?

VIRGIL: [scared] Roman? How long have you been there?

LOGAN: [rising up] Long enough, Virgil, and so was I.

VIRGIL: Logan?

DECEIT: [evil laugh] Well, well, well.. If this isn’t getting really boring right now!

ROMAN: Are you… a Dark Side, Virgil?

DECEIT: Yes, Virgil, are you…?

ROMAN: You shut up, you poisonous snake, I’m talking to him.

VIRGIL: [after a short pause, cringing in despair] Yes…

[Roman and Logan look at Virgil with a mixed expression of shock and disappointment]

LOGAN: …so that’s why you treated Patton the way you did. He offended your Dark Side self, right?

VIRGIL: What? What are you talking about?

DECEIT: [sinking down] Well, I’m really glad to see this beautiful family gathering, but now I really mustn't go. See ya, Virgil!

ROMAN: [angry] You made Patton feel really bad. And now I see why. You’re not good enough for anything else, you Dark Side!

VIRGIL: Wait, I don’t understand! What are you talking about? What happened to Patton?

ROMAN: Don’t act as if you don’t know! You treated him like dirt and now he’s crying over you!

VIRGIL: I did not do anything like that! This must be some sort of mistake!

ROMAN: The mistake was us opening our hearts to you!

[Patton rises up.]

PATTON: Roman, I told you not to do anything! I wanted to talk things my own way!

ROMAN: Sorry, Patton, but I couldn’t let it go so easily. And I’m glad I didn’t. You wouldn’t believe what we’ve discovered!

VIRGIL: Patton, what is going on here?

PATTON: You told me you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore because of how many times I called you kiddo, or angel or other “ridiculous names” as you said.

VIRGIL: What? That’s not true! It’s true that I don’t like to be called like that, but I would never put that over our friendship! I know you don’t do it on purpose, and I still lo… like you as a friend! You’ve got to believe me! [angry] Oh, gosh, Deceit! I’m sure you’ve had something to do with this too. You had it all planned, right? Listen, Patton, I didn’t do anything, I give you my word!

ROMAN: The word of a Dark Side. Very funny… And stop diverting the conversation, Virgil, we’ll deal with Deceit later. This is about you. You deny that you told Patton all of that?

VIRGIL: Yes!

ROMAN: And you expect us to believe you after hiding for all this time that you are a Dark Side?

PATTON: What?

VIRGIL: Yes, Patton, I am a Dark Side. I’m sorry I hid it to you all. But I was afraid that you would hate me if you knew my origins!

LOGAN: Well, if you hadn’t done anything bad, you wouldn’t have anything to fear. So if you were afraid, then you did something bad. That’s logic at its finest.

PATTON: Guys, I think we should all calm down…

ROMAN: I’ve got a better idea. Let’s all go tell Thomas. He has all the right to know what you did with Patton and what you are.

LOGAN: Yes, let’s go to Thomas’ apartment. The sooner we’re over with this, the better!

ROMAN: Off we go to Thomas’ living room. Now!

[They all sink down. Then they appear in Thomas’ apartment.]

ROMAN: [rising up, angry] This is unacceptable!

LOGAN: [rising up in the same mood] Agreed!

VIRGIL: [appearing anxious] Guys, please, let me explain!

PATTON: [rising up, worried] Please, kiddos! Don’t fight! Let’s talk like civilized people!

ROMAN: Patton, we are not people, [pointing at Virgil] and certainly he’s not!

[Sound of a vinyl record stopping and the image freezes. Thomas’ voice is heard.]

THOMAS: Okay, Roman, I’ve already seen this just now, you can stop the flashback.

ROMAN: [voice] You’re right, sorry.

[Back to the present]

ROMAN: And so, here we are. What do you think, Thomas?

THOMAS: I don’t know, Roman. There’s a lot to assimilate… Virgil, why did you tell that to Patton?

VIRGIL: I didn’t tell anything to Patton! I swear! It was Deceit!

ROMAN: Oh, come on, you honestly don’t expect us to believe you at this point, right? I mean, Deceit is capable of that, but how convenient for you to bring that story up when you’ve been caught.

LOGAN: Objectively, chances that you’re not telling the truth are too high right now, Virgil.

VIRGIL: I’m telling the truth! Why can’t you believe me?

LOGAN: Well, put yourself in our place and be me, I mean… be logical. It is really hard to believe you after what you’ve hidden from us, especially being of your condition.

VIRGIL: Oh, I see! So now that you know that I’m a Dark Side, I’m not trustworthy, right?

ROMAN: You cheated on us! You made us believe you had Thomas’ best interests in your mind, and you only wanted to infiltrate among us! Of course you’re not trustworthy! You are our enemy!

VIRGIL: [shocked] I’m what?

PATTON: Guys, uh…

VIRGIL: [mixed voice of anger and contained sobbing] Is that what you really think? Is that what you all really think of me? All the months we’ve been together and everything we’ve gone through together means nothing because I’m a Dark Side, and that makes me an “enemy”?

PATTON: Guys, please…

LOGAN: Patton, stay out of this and leave this to us, you’re too attached to him, you cannot be objective in this.

THOMAS: Please, guys, can’t we just talk calmly…?

VIRGIL: [yelling in tears] GO AHEAD AND SAY IT AGAIN!

ROMAN: I’m sorry, but it will be best if you leave right now and never come back.

THOMAS: What?

[Virgil stares at Roman, then at Logan. Black tears from his eye-shadow run down his cheeks.]

VIRGIL: Fine. If you really see me as an enemy…

[Suddenly a dark cloud covers his whole body]

VIRGIL: [yelling from inside the cloud, with his demonic voice] YOU’LL SEE WHAT AN ENEMY I CAN BE!

[The cloud dissolves. Virgil is wearing again his old dark hoodie. He has the old light eye-shadow under one eye, but his face is different. Now it has half of it with the shape of a black panther, with what looks like black fur. Cat whiskers come out of his nose only from that half, and that half of his nose has a feline shape while the other half is human. His eye on that half is bright yellow with a slit pupil. We cant’ see his ears as he’s now wearing his hoodie, but it is supposed that he has a panther ear in that half. Roman, Logan, Patton and Thomas look at Virgil, too stunned to say a word. Virgil roars at them with a real panther sound, and they step back, scared, Roman pulls out his samurai sword. Thunder and lightning is heard and seen around him.]

VIRGIL: [evil voice] You wanted the truth, right? Purrrfect! This is the truth! I am the Dark Side of Anxiety and Fear! This is my real form! You wanted to see Fear as an enemy, right? Then [yelling] FEAR ME!

[Virgil hisses at them.]

PATTON: [Yelling in tears, his voice cracks] Stop!

[Virgil looks at Patton, sees him cry and shows a face of shock.]

PATTON: This is not right, Virgil! This not right, you guys! Please stop! [distressed crying] Everyone stop! [covers his face whining like a scared child] Everyone stop!

[Virgil gets stunned watching Patton cry. The others look at Patton, then at Virgil. Thomas looks at them all, unable to speak.]

VIRGIL: [sad, regretful voice] I knew it. I knew this happiness couldn’t last forever. Deceit was right all the time. This is not my place. It has never been my place. I shall return to the Dark Realm, with my people.

[Deceit suddenly appears next to Virgil with a devious smile]

DECEIT: [dangerously sweet voice] It’s a wise decision, Virgil. You’re too good for them and they don’t deserve you. We’ll welcome you with open arms as if no time had passed. Let’s go, my dear old friend.

VIRGIL: Good-bye, Thomas. And don’t worry. I shall not return to being too harsh when doing my job. It was never my intention to hurt you. Despite what they [looking at Logan and Roman] think, I’ve always meant to protect you. I told you that once before, and that was always true.

THOMAS: Wait, so are you with us or against us?

VIRGIL: [sighs with a sad look] If you need to ask that question, Thomas, you’ve never really known me.

PATTON: [sad] Virgil… Please, don’t leave… There has to be another way…

VIRGIL: It’s for the best, Patton. I’m so sorry I scared you. You’re the last one in this world I would have wanted to hurt. You have always been good to me when nobody else was, and I still cherish our friendship. I will always remember you and consider you my best friend. I hope that never changes on your part.

PATTON: [stuttering] I… I…

VIRGIL: Farewell…

[Virgil and Deceit sink down. Virgil with a face of huge sadness, Deceit with an evil smile of triumph. After they’re gone, the thunderstorm fades away and the lights go back to normal.]

THOMAS: [after a moment of silence] What… has just happened here?

PATTON: [sad voice] He’s gone… He’s gone for good.

LOGAN: It’s for the best, Patton. He’s not one of us. It’s best if he stays with his kind.

ROMAN: You’ll understand someday, Patton…

PATTON: [low sad voice] It’s all your fault.

ROMAN: What?

PATTON: [yelling loudly] IT’S ALL YOUR F… [bleep] ...NG FAULT!

THOMAS: Patton!

PATTON: [yelling] What do you mean he’s not one of us!? He is Virgil, our Virgil! He’s been one of us for f… [bleep] ...ng three years! He loved us! He was our friend! To me, he was my son, or at least I considered him as such! And now, just because you’ve discovered he’s of a certain condition he did not choose, you treat him like he was trash? Well, I am Morality! I may not be the smartest like you, Logan, or the most creative like you, Roman, but if there’s one thing I know about is to distinguish between right and wrong! And this was wrong!

[There’s a silence in the living room. Roman and Logan look at the now empty stairs where Virgil used to stand.]

PATTON: [back to a low sad voice] But now, it doesn’t matter anymore…

THOMAS: What do you mean?

PATTON: He’s unleashed all his Dark Side. Now we can’t see him again.

THOMAS: Why not?

LOGAN: He’s certainly going to retreat to the darkest corners of your mind.

THOMAS: You mean his room? But we’ve already gone into his room once and got him back. We can go back just as easily as before, cannot we?

ROMAN: No, it’s not his room, Thomas, at least not as we knew it.

LOGAN: The place where he’s retreated is called the Dark Realm. It is the most repressed zone of your subconscious. The part of your mind where all the Dark Sides live. Only the most heightened of the Dark Sides can get out of there and live in your conscious mind, the Light Realm, where we have our rooms. As your anxiety was so heightened all the time, Virgil was strong enough to have a room in the Light Realm, and that’s where we went the first time.

THOMAS: But Deceit was able to appear before us. How is that possible? I know that I’m a habitual worrier, but I’m not exactly a compulsive liar, you know?

LOGAN: Sometimes, when you are on certain extreme situations or in desperation for some reason, some Dark Sides can be set free and get out of the Dark Realm. When you got so anxious over what happened with your friend Joan, the deceitful part that you had repressed for so long got strong enough to get out of the Dark Realm. And once out, a Dark Side can get in and out at will.

THOMAS: What I don’t understand is, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve always had those random impulses to lie and many times I have lied to myself, and certainly you’ve always been under Deceit’s influence, remember he wouldn’t let you tell me about the Dark Sides. How is that possible if he’s just come out of the Dark Realm?

LOGAN: Thomas, having them repressed in your mind does not mean they still don’t hold power over you or us. It just means they’re not strong enough to have a physical presence, but they’re part of you. Of course they’ve always had and always will have power over you, even if you can’t sense them. That’s why they call it the subconscious, Thomas, because you’re not conscious they’re there, even though they are.

THOMAS: Okay, I got it. Then Virgil is in the Dark Realm. And we can’t get there? Why not?

LOGAN: Virgil’s room was in the Light Side, but inhabited by a Dark Side.

ROMAN: And you remember what that room did with us when we stayed for too long, don’t you?

PATTON: If we tried to enter the Dark Realm, which is full of Dark energy, we would probably get so corrupted that we’d be destroyed on the very first moment we’d set a foot there.

THOMAS: But the room had no effect on me. Wouldn’t that be the same with the Dark Realm? Couldn’t I try to get in there safely and get him back?

LOGAN: Yes, you could, but getting there wouldn’t be as easy for you either.

THOMAS: Why?

ROMAN: You know that to get into Anxiety's room, you had to focus on the things that normally made you anxious, remember?

THOMAS: Yes.

LOGAN: Now, to get to Virgil’s Dark Room, you’d have to dive even deeper inside your biggest fears, to reach the place where Virgil stands now. You’d have to reach a state of horror so strong that it would take a really strong mind to cope with it.

ROMAN: Even if you got there, that must be a horrifying place. Think about a haunted house multiplied by several millions. There is no bigger fear than the fear to the unknown, and that whole place is unknown to you and to us. Your whole mind could break if you try and fail. It’s too big of a risk.

PATTON: The only totally safe way would be if he returned on is own will. If there was a way to make him come back, we could try to convince him to stay. But I don’t think he’ll ever want to come back after how he’s been treated.

ROMAN: What have we done…

LOGAN: What is this strange thing I sense, right between my heart and my stomach? It’s like a pressure. It hurts, but it doesn’t at the same time, and it’s really unpleasant. I don’t know how to describe it. It lacks any logic. I… I don’t understand…

PATTON: Logan, that’s a feeling. It’s called guilt.

LOGAN: [shocked] What? But I’m Logic. I have no feelings! It’s impossible that I have feelings!

PATTON: Is it?

[Logan looks at Patton in silence.]

PATTON: Look into yourself and see if you can tell me with conviction that you don’t have any feelings at all.

[Logan shows a stunned face. Then a single tear falls rolling down his cheek.]

PATTON: You’ve been suppressing your feelings for so long that you ended up honestly believing you didn’t have them. But you have them, kiddo. And that’s not only okay. It’s a blessing and it’s how it’s meant to be. Intelligence and knowledge without feelings are a too dangerous combination. If the mind is not connected with feelings, that would make us psychopaths.

THOMAS: I must try to reach to Virgil. Isn’t there any way we can contact him? Even if we cannot physically go to his Dark Room.

ROMAN: It is possible, Thomas. We can create a room of your own in the Mind Palace, in the safety of the Light Realm, from which you could try to reach to him. All the Sides, Light or Dark, can sense all the rooms in the Mind Palace, as they’re all connected, and the Dark Realm is part of the Mind Palace too. The problem is…

THOMAS: The problem is what?

ROMAN: The problem is Virgil was so angry. He’ll definitely be able to hear you, but I doubt he’ll want to talk to you, and much less put in an appearance.

THOMAS: But you say that he’ll be able to hear me, right?

ROMAN: Right.

THOMAS: That’s all I need. If he doesn’t want to speak to me, then he’ll have to listen. And I know I’ll get to his heart.

PATTON: I hope this works. I don’t want to lose Virgil, and I’m sorry I shouted at you earlier, guys, I love you too and I wouldn’t want to lose you either.

ROMAN: It’s okay, Patton. You were completely right, and you had all the right to be upset. Didn’t he, Logan?

[Logan doesn’t say a word. He didn’t even clean the tear from his cheek yet.]

PATTON: Logan? Are you okay?

LOGAN: [stuttering] I… I… I gotta go, sorry…

[Logan sinks down.]

PATTON: [worried] Logan?

THOMAS: Give him some time, Patton. I think he’s too overwhelmed by the fact that he’s discovered he really has feelings. He needs time to process it.

PATTON: Okay… If you say so, Thomas.

THOMAS: Now, the important thing is reaching to Virgil. So… How do I do this?

ROMAN: Remember when you went into your mind to get recruitments to deal with Virgil and you ended up in a representation of Lilly Singh’s room?

THOMAS: Yeah… Good times…

ROMAN: Well, this is something similar. You just close your eyes, concentrate and dive into your own mind. Imagine a room of your choice, and you’ll appear there.

THOMAS: Won’t you guys come with me?

PATTON: We’ll be coming with you, Thomas. We are in you, remember?

ROMAN: It will be better if he doesn’t see us. It will be easier if you speak to him on your own. But if you really need us, just call and we’ll appear.

THOMAS: All right, here we go. Wish me luck…

ROMAN: [sinking down] Good luck, Thomas.

PATTON: [sinking down] Please, bring him back.

THOMAS: I’ll do my best, guys. Okay, let’s go…

[Thomas closes his eyes and puts his fingers on his temples. After a couple of seconds, he sinks down. Later, he rises up in a white infinity. Thomas opens his eyes and looks around him.]

THOMAS: [his voice has some echo] Whoa… I guess it worked, I think... This place looks familiar… Oh, I remember, it’s like that place that Roman created when he and Patton tried to make a new place for us and Roman blanked… Who could forget that echo… I don’t think Virgil would want to come here, it hurt his eyes back then… Let’s see… If this is in my mind, then I am in control of it, and I can shape it as I please. First, let’s get rid of that echo… [snaps his fingers and the echo disappears] Done. I should have tried this in the first place back when we tried our brief Mind Palace. Next… we need to give some shape to this, to hide this excess of light so that it can be bearable for Virgil… Okay, I am in a hurry, so I won’t overthink it. I’ll give it the shape of my own living room. Like… this!

[Snaps his fingers and his apartment appears around him, except that it’s surrounded by a faint white mist.]

THOMAS: Cool. It almost looks like the real one... except that I do not have that Tony trophy on the shelving, I wish. [dreamy voice] But maybe one day… [clears throat] Okay, Thomas, focus, the time has come. [yelling] Virgil! Virgil, are you there!? It’s me, Thomas! I need to talk to you! Please, answer me! Virgil!

[There’s no response]

THOMAS: Virgil! I know you can hear me! I also know that it’s dangerous for me to try to get to where you are! So, please, don’t force me to do that! I just want to talk to you!

[Virgil appears in his spot by the stairs, with the same panther-like shape he had when he left]

VIRGIL: [cold voice] What are you doing here?

THOMAS: [relieved] Virgil! Thank God you’ve come! Listen, I need to talk to you.

VIRGIL: [cold voice] That I already know, it’s like the third time you’ve said it. Will you just come to the point and say what you need to say?

THOMAS: Virgil, I know you’re angry, and you have all the right to be. The way Roman and Logan treated you was not right.

VIRGIL: Wow, talk about an understatement.

THOMAS: But they are really sorry, Virgil. They’ve understood that they were wrong, and they want you back.

VIRGIL: It is too late for that, Thomas.

THOMAS: Come on, Virgil…

VIRGIL: It’s too late! Do you think saying sorry can erase the way they made me feel?

THOMAS: But, Virgil, they’re your friends! Surely you can make everything up!

VIRGIL: Look, if it makes them feel better, tell them that I forgive them. But don’t ask me to come back. I finally understood that that is no longer my place and it never can be. Dark Sides and Light Sides must not be mixed up together. It’s not… natural.

THOMAS: What do you mean, it’s not natural?

VIRGIL: We, Dark Sides, belong to the Dark Realm, and they, Light Sides, belong to the Light Realm. It has always been like this and it must remain as such. Now you must go.

THOMAS: But Virgil…

[A thunderstorm fills the apartment]

VIRGIL: [yelling with his demonic voice] I SAID GO!

[Thomas falls back. There’s a white flash. Then he gets up. The storm and the white mist are gone and the living room is tranquil.]

THOMAS: Whoa… It looks I’m back at my own real apartment…

[Patton rises up]

PATTON: [sad] As I feared… A total failure…

THOMAS: I’m sorry, Patton. He didn’t want to listen.

ROMAN: [rising up, sad] I guess there’s nothing we can do, then… We’ll have to respect his choice.

PATTON: But I’m gonna miss him so bad…

[Logan rises up.]

THOMAS: Oh, Logan, you’re back. Are you okay?

LOGAN: I think so… What happened? Why is everyone so… [pulls out a vocab card] out of it.

THOMAS: You don’t know?

LOGAN: I don’t know anything, Thomas, I was isolated in my room, in autopilot.

THOMAS: Autopilot? That’s new…

LOGAN: No, it isn’t. We’ve had autopilot available ever since you were born, Thomas.

THOMAS: I mean… Never mind. What is autopilot?

LOGAN: It’s a stand-by mode all Sides have. We enter in that mode when, for some reason, we cannot or don’t want to actively participate in your life but you still need our abilities to do something. You can do anything you want, but we don’t notice about anything because we’re in our rooms… [showing a vocab card] minding our business. In my case, you can use my logic and knowledge abilities without me consciously having to infuse you with them. I needed some time for myself to think, that’s why I entered autopilot mode.

THOMAS: I see… Well, I’ll bring you up-to-date. I was in the Mind Palace and I talked to Virgil.

LOGAN: You did?

THOMAS: Yes, and he didn’t want to come back.

LOGAN: Are you sure you did?

THOMAS: What do you mean? Of course I did.

LOGAN: Let me check your memory, Thomas, I’ll rewind to see what happened and I’ll give you my opinion.

THOMAS: What? O...kay… Will it hurt?

LOGAN: No, it won’t, Thomas. At least not to you…

THOMAS: What?

[Logan ignores Thomas as he goes stiff, looking to the front as if he was a statue. Computer sounds mixed with the sound of a traditional old tape rewinding are heard emanating from him. After a moment, the sounds disappear and he moves again]

LOGAN: As I suspected…

THOMAS: What?

LOGAN: Thomas, you didn’t talk to Virgil. The one who appeared in front of you wasn’t him.

THOMAS: Then, who was it?

LOGAN: Don’t you guess?

[After a small pause, Roman, Patton and Thomas all gasp and show the same face of realization.]

THOMAS, PATTON, ROMAN: [at the same time] Deceit!

LOGAN: [pulling out another vocab card] Bingo! Wow, I’m on a roll with the vocabulary cards today…

ROMAN: [angry] That old viper! I should have known he’d try to stop us from getting to Virgil. Now I’m positive Virgil was saying the truth when he said it was Deceit who told Patton all these things. And I’m feeling so bad right now. If only we had believed him…

PATTON: [scared] What are we going to do?

THOMAS: [sighs] I guess I have no choice, then. I must try to get to Virgil’s Dark Room.

PATTON: [even more scared] Thomas, no, that’s too dangerous!

THOMAS: It’s our only chance, Patton. There’s no guarantee that Virgil will listen to me if I call him from the Light Realm. Deceit will probably be blocking the communications and he’ll do anything to stop us. I have to get to the real Virgil in person, or we’ll never see him again.

LOGAN: Then, I’ll go with you.

THOMAS: Logan, don’t! You could be destroyed!

LOGAN: So could your mind, Thomas, and if it is, we’re all gonna be destroyed anyway. Don’t you remember we are in you? Whatever happens to you will happen to us. We’re together in this, for the better or the worse, as in everything else.

THOMAS: I hadn’t thought about that…

PATTON: Then I’m coming too!

ROMAN: And me too!

THOMAS: Guys…

LOGAN: It’s settled. To avoid corruption, we’ll be inside your mind. We’ll try to give you the highest strength we can from within you so you can get across the gate to the Dark Realm. Be careful when you’re on your way. It won’t be easy, Thomas, but if we work as a team, you’ll have more chances of success.

ROMAN: Remember, you must focus on the biggest horror in your mind, but don’t be afraid, Sora. You’ll have my strength and self confidence that will make you capable of standing up and overcoming it.

PATTON: If you manage to overcome your biggest horror, the door to the Dark Realm will be open to you. You have all our support, kiddo. Use my ability of distinguising between right and wrong so that you can make your way to get to Virgil.

LOGAN: Also, use all my logic and knowledge to make wise choices while you’re on your way. Remember, Deceit will be blocking you, and he’ll certainly try to stop you again.

THOMAS: How will I tell the difference between Deceit and the real Virgil? I couldn’t distinguish them at all the first time.

LOGAN: I wasn’t there to help you then, my bad. But, [pointing at himself] if you use your mind, [pointing at Patton] your heart, [pointing at Roman] and your inner strength… you’ll be able to break Deceit’s illusions. Trust in yourself just as we trust in you.

THOMAS: Okay, guys. I’ll do my best, again…

[Thomas sighs while the Sides sink down]

THOMAS: Okay, the biggest horror in my mind... How do I do this…? What even is the biggest horror in my mind…? Oh… I think I know. There’s one thing I fear most among the others. The biggest fear in my life. It’s not to be rejected, even though that’s a huge fear of mine as well. It is… that something happens to my loved ones. It is losing someone among my family or friends for good because something bad would happen to them. My gosh… that really makes me shiver. I don’t want anything happening to my people…

[As he is saying this, the camera zooms slowly to his face, until his eyes fill the whole screen. Then, he looks around and the camera quickly zooms out. He’s in a place of pitch black darkness where only he is visible, in an unnatural lightning as if he was cropped in a black background.]

THOMAS: Where am I? What is this place? Oh, I really feel so bad. I’m… I’m frightened…

[A loud scream of pain from a woman’s voice is heard in the distance. Thomas yelps, looking around himself for the source of the scream.]

THOMAS: [distressed] I… I recognize that voice… Talyn? Is that you?

TALYN: [in the distance] Thomas! Help me!

THOMAS: Talyn! Where are you?

TALYN: [voice of pain] I can’t bare it anymore! It hurts! Make it stop! Please, help me, Thomas!

THOMAS: [making a gesture to start running] Hold on! I’m com… [stops] Wait a minute… My friend, the real Talyn is probably safe at their home playing with her cats. This cannot be real. This is an illusion!

[Another scream from Talyn is heard. Screams of agony from Joan, Camden, Valerie and Jamahl join theirs, and all their screams sound around him in a loud cacophony.]

THOMAS: [covering his ears, with trembling voice] All right, it really looks real, but I know it isn’t. I have to stay focused. I can't pay attention to these distractions. I must conquer my fears to get to Virgil. So… [yelling] SHUUUT UUUUUUP!

[The screams stop and there is silence]

THOMAS: [sighs in relief] That’s more like it. I think I did it. I conquered my fear and crossed to the Dark Realm. But I can’t see anything. This place lives up to its name, for sure. Let’s see… This Dark Realm is still a part of the Mind Palace. Therefore, it’s a part of me. And as Virgil himself said, I’m the boss. Therefore, I must be able to manipulate it as easily as I manipulated the white void. So I’ll start by doing that. Room, appear before me. Now!

[Thomas snaps his fingers. The apartment appears around him, but a dark mist surrounds everything]

THOMAS: Yes! All I needed was a little logic. Thank you, Logan.

[Virgil appears again, in his spot.]

VIRGIL: [angry] I told you to leave me alone, Thomas! Can’t you just respect that simple wish from me!? And you dare call yourself a friend of mine? You’re the worst kind of friend anyone could have! Go away!

THOMAS: Enough of your tricks, Deceit. You won’t fool me this time.

VIRGIL: [shocked] What!? What are you talking about!?

THOMAS: Come on, Deceit. Your act is over. Do you really think I could confuse you with the real Virgil twice? You don’t have what it takes. You’re not even fit to tie his shoelaces!

[Virgil groans. Then, he transforms into Deceit.]

DECEIT: How did you know, Thomas?

THOMAS: Simple. If there’s one thing Virgil knows about is worrying. He would have shown anxiousness upon seeing me here, knowing the huge risk I’m taking, and you only showed coldness and anger. You don’t care at all about me. That’s why I caught you with the cookie jar.

DECEIT: [sarcastic] Well, this is perfect. I’m so glad that you are here ruining everything as usual.

THOMAS: [ignoring him, looking upwards] All right, Virgil! This time I know for certain you can hear me, so come here, please! I beg you! We all beg you!

[Virgil appears. Upon appearing he violently pushes Deceit, who flies and loudly falls to the floor on Roman’s usual spot. Later we see him getting up covering his slit eye in pain.]

VIRGIL: [worried] Thomas! What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here! It’s dangerous!

THOMAS: [smiling, happy] Virgil! Now I’m positive it’s you! [determined] I’m not going, Virgil. I’ve walked a long way to get here, and this time you’re gonna listen.

VIRGIL: [anxious] Please, say what you want to say and go quickly. If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself!

THOMAS: Virgil, please, I want you to come back with me. We all want you to come back.

VIRGIL: That’s sweet of you. But it’s better if I’m staying here. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone of you. Here, I am with my real people.

DECEIT: [dangerously sweet voice, with a dash of anxiousness] That’s right, Virgil. This is your place and we’ll never let you down, like they did. You’ll be happier here with us, and they’ll be happier there without you…

THOMAS: [angry] Okay, Deceit, I’m really fed up of your insidiousness, [pointing at him] so shut the heck up!

[Deceit covers his mouth with his hand. He tries to take his hand off but cannot.]

THOMAS: Done! [to Virgil] Listen. Roman and Logan are really sorry for what they said. They really want to make up with you. Are you going to deny them that chance? Besides, Patton is really broken. He really loves you and doesn’t want to lose you. And I’m sure you don’t want to lose him either. Please, come with me. At least for a talk. If after that talk you still want to leave, we’ll accept it. Have we got a deal?

[Virgil thinks for a moment. He looks at Deceit, who looks at him with a worried face, still covering his mouth, waving anxiously his head saying no. Then Virgil looks at Thomas.]

THOMAS: [with a cute voice and putting a face like the cat from Shrek] Pleeeaaaseeee?

VIRGIL: [sighs] Okay… Just for a talk. And only because every second you spend here is dangerous. We’ll have that talk, you’ll say what you want, I’ll say what I want, and then we’ll part ways. Okay?

THOMAS: [happy] Yes! Thank you!

VIRGIL: Let’s go. Remember…

THOMAS: Yes, I remember from the last time. Breath in for four seconds, hold on for seven seconds and breath out for eight seconds. I got it.

VIRGIL: Okay…

[Thomas does this, and he and Virgil sink down. One last image of Deceit groaning with eyes of anger, still covering his mouth, is seen before the screen fades to black. Then Thomas and Virgil appear in the regular apartment.]

VIRGIL: Okay. We’re safe now. Everyone can get out.

THOMAS: [sighs in relief] I really feel so much better now…

[Patton is the first to rise up.]

PATTON: [wide smile of joy] Virgil! I’m so glad that you’re back!

VIRGIL: [smirking] So glad that my back is what? Finish your sentences, Patton…

[Patton chuckles. Then Roman and Logan rise up too. They show a shy remorseful attitude.]

VIRGIL: [sighs, then with a little cold voice] Hello, guys.

ROMAN: Virgil, uh… I’m really sorry. You didn’t deserve any of the words that I said. I was a big mouthed fool… as usual.

LOGAN: I do apologize too, Virgil. I didn’t take into consideration your feelings and I got carried away with cold data. And that doesn’t define who we are. Certainly not who you are. Now I know first hand and I’m really sorry.

ROMAN: Could you please forgive our rudeness?

LOGAN: Can’t we remedy the situation somehow?

[Virgil looks at them both.]

VIRGIL: You both really hurt me this time. You made me feel worse than anyone has ever made me feel before. Because bad remarks coming from nobodies mean nothing to me, but if they come from the people I lo… like, they hurt. They hurt as if you had beaten me with real sticks and stones. I hope you understand.

ROMAN: If we could turn back time, I’d really erase that. It’s something I’ll always regret. Because I forgot that above all else, and above our origins, we are true friends. And hurting a friend is wrong. [looking at Patton] You’ve always known that, Patton, right?

PATTON: [smiling] Yes, it is wrong, and I’m so proud of you for understanding, of all of you, kiddos.

[Virgil, however, is shocked, looking at Logan.]

VIRGIL: Logan… are you… crying?

[They all look at Logan. His face is covered with tears.]

LOGAN: [sobbing a bit] Am I? Yes, I guess so. I guess I got emotional and felt guilty over what you’ve just said. Wow… this is something I’ll have to get used to… this feeling thing…

THOMAS: It’s okay, Logan. There’s nothing wrong with crying if you really need to.

VIRGIL: [confused] Wait a second, did I miss something? Logan, experiencing feelings?

PATTON: Yes, kiddo. And it’s taken your absence for him to realize that he can have feelings. I guess you’re a panther that inspires… felines…

LOGAN: [groaning while cleaning his nose with a handkerchief] Gosh, you had to ruin it… Listen, Virgil. I too am really sorry for how we treated you. You didn’t deserve it. You’ve been a really huge support for Thomas and for all of us for a long time now, and it would hurt us… it would hurt me… to lose you. Because… [pause] I love you. Yes, I love you. We all love you, and even if you’ll never want to use that word in public, I’m certain that you love us too. Please, isn’t there any remote possibility that we could do as if nothing had happened and you remained visiting us? Even in your new feline form if you like it better. You look great, by the way.

PATTON: I was going to point that out! I love cats!

VIRGIL: I’m not a cat, I’m a panther.

PATTON: Right, maybe that’s why I’m not sneezing! You look really great Virgil!

ROMAN: That’s certainly quite a more beautiful form than the snake boi’s one. Ferocious, but at the same time gracious. It’s a great form, Virgil!

[Virgil smiles emotional, looks at his friends and a loud purr sound his heard coming from him]

THOMAS: Virgil, are you… purring?

VIRGIL: [gets startled and stops purring] Sorry!

THOMAS: No, no, it’s okay! If you like to purr, feel free to purr. As long as it doesn’t hurt you or others, everyone must be able to express themselves as they really are! Besides, purring is such a pleasant sound… And ironically, coming from you, my anxiety, it’s very relaxing.

VIRGIL: [smiling again, he sighs] You guys… You’ll never stop surprising me. You did it again. Twice I decided to duck out…

PATTON: Quack!

VIRGIL: And twice you came after me asking me to return and making me feel as the happiest aspect on Earth…

ROMAN: That’s what friends are for, right?

LOGAN: And we’re friends, aren’t we?

VIRGIL: Of course we are.

PATTON: [excited] Does that mean…?

VIRGIL: [a little shy] Well, I’m willing to come back, if you let me.

THOMAS: If we let you? Are you kidding? Of course we let you! Welcome back, Virgil!

[Virgil shapes back to his usual full human form with his purple outfit and dark eye-shadow]

VIRGIL: Thank you, guys, so much.

ROMAN: Why did you turn back to your old form?

LOGAN: You don’t have to, there’s no need for you to hide anymore. Remember, you can be yourself.

VIRGIL: It’s okay, guys. I like this form better, it’s comfier, especially for the whiskers, they tickle me all the time, you know? Besides, I still rock the purple, right?

PATTON: [smiling] Of course you do, kiddo. Of course you do.

VIRGIL: Speaking about kiddo, Patton…

PATTON: [scared] Oops! Sorry, it just slipped out again!

VIRGIL: It’s okay, it’s okay, Patton. I don’t mind at all that you call me kiddo or anything you want. As long as you do it with love, and not in a moment when I’m doing my job and I need to be… well, dark, you can call me however you want. Have we got a deal?

PATTON: [happy] Yes, kiddo. It’s a deal!

VIRGIL: Thank you, I lo… like… [pauses with a shy face, then, determined] What the heck! I love you, guys! I couldn’t be more proud of loving each and every one of you!

[All the Sides and Thomas cheer.]

PATTON: And we love you too, Virgil. We love you too.

[Logan takes a tear off his eye]

LOGAN: Gosh, if this goes on for too long, I’m gonna dehydrate!

THOMAS: And, Virgil, one last question, do all the Dark Sides have animal forms? Deceit as a snake, you as a panther…

VIRGIL: [sinking down] I think it will be better for you to discover that in due time, Thomas. It’s been enough emotions for a day, don’t you think?

THOMAS: I guess you’re right, Virge.

ROMAN: [sinking down] Well, another quest that ends successfully. Buen trabajo, Thomas!

THOMAS: [slightly confused face] Thank you, Roman, I think…

LOGAN: [sinking down] I gotta go to do a little research about these feelings and emotions. I hate things that are out of my control.

THOMAS: Emotions are not as easy to control, Logan… Okay.

PATTON: Thank you, Thomas. You really took the risk for us and you delivered.

THOMAS: No, thank you, Patton. It was thanks to you that the others realized their faults and reconsidered it all. I truly don’t know what we would do without you.

PATTON: [sinking down] Happy to oblige!

THOMAS: Well… As I said before, pretending that we’re not flawed is irresponsible. But, on the other side, acting as if our flaws determined entirely who we are and who we can be is equally irresponsible too. We can work on our flaws and improve as persons, but we mustn’t expect that if we don’t solve all of our faults we’ll never be good enough. Perfection doesn’t exist and it’s irrational to look for it as the only acceptable result. Look instead to improve yourself as much as you can, push your boundaries every day and take one step further if you can. And don’t feel too bad if you cannot. If these flaws of yours are not too hindering or hurtful to yourself or others, embrace them as a part of you, because those who really love you will love you with flaws and all. After all we’re all flawed in this world, aren’t we? That’s what makes us human. Beware of those who tell you they’re flawless, as they’re either lying to you or to themselves. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[End card. We see Deceit in the black void. He finally takes his hand off his face.]

DECEIT: [groaning] Bless them! I’m certain they won’t pay for this!

[A demonic voice starts speaking from the dark.]

VOICE: [angry demonic voice] You’ve failed, Deceit!

DECEIT: [slightly scared] I did not fail! If Thomas hadn’t come, Virgil would have returned to us! It wasn’t my fault!

VOICE: Silence, you fool! I’m tired of being locked here in this void! I want to be free! And I can’t be free if all the Dark Sides are not present here to free me! I need Virgil here!

DECEIT: Give me another chance, my Lord! Next time I’ll be able to break their bond! Virgil will be one of us again!

VOICE: No! I’m tired of your incompetence! You are lucky that I also need you to be free or you would feel my wrath! I need another Dark Side. Someone who can be more subtle than you. And I know exactly the one who can do it!

DECEIT: [slightly scared] You mean…?

VOICE #2: [evil voice] Yes, my Lord. I will not fail you.

VOICE: You better won’t.

DECEIT: [to the camera, breaking the fourth wall] Well, that’s certainly not foreboding, right?

[letdecemberburninflames]

Bucky Barnes x Reader | Part 12

Summary: You and your best friend have been property of Hydra since you were children. You disappeared during WWII and were never seen again.

James Buchanan Barnes is struggling. He can’t tell the difference between memory and dreams. The counselor tells him you aren’t real. He’d do anything to prove her wrong.

Parts: Introduction  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

Fic Type: Bucky Barnes x Reader Series

Warnings: language

Author’s Note: I’m proud to announce the final installment of Project Elemental. I would like to thank all my followers and readers for sticking through my inconsistent updating, typos, grammar mistakes, and plot holes. Love you guys!

PS: This series will be available on Wattpad soon. (I’ll post a link when I make a masterlist.)

PPS: I need a cover for the Wattpad edition of this book, please message me if you can help. 

***six months later***

Both Y/N and F/N began to adjust to living in outside of a Hydra compound. They spent most of their time outside, a luxury they hadn’t been granted since they were children. Most of their waking hours were spent learning and relearning things. Time hadn’t stopped, and they were frantically trying to catch up on the years they missed while in isolation.

Steve and F/N began to get to know each other better, this time as adults. Bucky, Y/N, and the other Avengers secretly had bets on how long it would take for them to become a couple. Meanwhile, Bucky and Y/N quickly became just as close as they were years ago, and their bond was strengthened by shared trauma.

Speaking of shared trauma, government-mandated therapy sessions quickly became enforced. Mainly by Tony, as he didn’t want his multi-billion dollar building torched to ashes because someone had a nightmare. Having four very dangerous, very old, ex-Hydra super soldiers in your house is enough to make anyone wary of natural (and unnatural) disasters.

It was a warm summer day, and no one really wanted to be stuck in a shrink’s office, but the threat of Tony changing the wifi password was too great. And so there they were, four highly dangerous humans crammed on a fake leather couch sitting in front of a very pretentious woman.

Bucky sat on the far left, head propped up on his hand as the shrink rambled on about introductions and this thing and that and psychoanalysis. Y/N was nestled next to him, and her hand was intertwined with his. On the other side of Rhyan, Steve Rogers sat ramrod straight, actually paying attention to what the counselor was saying. F/N was last, and she was laying on her back, bored to death. Her head was in Steve’s lap, and her legs were dangling over the armrest. All four were agitated at having to sit (or lay) in one place for so long.

“So, Mr. Barnes, the girls were real after all?”

Bucky gripped an armrest of the leather couch. “Yes.” He hated that therapist so much. He had been avoiding her for quite a while, but somehow Tony had wrestled him back into her stupid ass office.

“About as real as that PhD you’ve got there.” Y/N gestured to the piece of paper on the wall. “Though I’m seriously questioning its validity… So feel free to keep thinking we’re an elaborate illusion.” She said dryly.

Bucky and F/N both snorted, while Steve rolled his eyes.

“As I’m sure you know, Mr. Stark has scheduled this session to help you all adapt to life in the twenty-first century, as well as learning how to interact with one another and with others.”

“You mean couples therapy.” Steve said candidly.

“How come we’re in couples therapy when Tony is the one who can’t pull his shit together with Pepper?” F/N asked.

Rhyan reached up and pecked Bucky on the cheek. “Darling, I think we need to schedule an appointment for our friends…”

F/N, who was quite smitten with technology, was already scrolling through the smartphone Tony had provided her. “Let’s see… Oh! There’s a lady in Queens who specializes in couples therapy! I’ll text Pepper…”

“Hey, what’s for dinner tonight?” Steve asked.

The therapist tried to interrupt. “So how is your exploration of pop culture changing your perspective on-”

“Natasha wants us to try something called sushi.” Y/N replied, ignoring the shrink.

Bucky grunted. “I hate sushi. Give me a cooked fish any day.”

Y/N frowned. “I think it’s always good to try something new.”

“Yes!” The therapist smiled tersely. “And how are you feeling about so many changes-”

“Not when it’s raw fish.” Bucky crossed his arm.

“Try it again, maybe you’ll like it.” F/N pointed out.

“I have.” Bucky made a face. “And it was just as shitty the second time.”

Steve shrugged. “Third time’s the charm!”

“NOT WHEN IT COMES TO RAW FISH JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING HAMBURGER.”

The therapist put her head in her hands. “Mr. Stark doesn’t pay me enough for this.”

A/N: Special thanks to those in my tag list for putting up with my constant bullshit A/N’s, as well as all your support and comments! You are wonderful human beings!

PS: I need a cover for the Wattpad edition of this series! Please message me if you have ideas!

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[dragonflybelle]

Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport!

Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport! 

Jyushimatsu: Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Baseball! Basebaaaaaall! 

Ichimatsu: Ughhhh... 

Osomatsu: Ah, I'm really bored. Jyushimatsu always looks like he's having fun, I'm jealous. 

Choromatsu: How about going to pachinko? 

Osomatsu: I went yesterday, and lost, so I don't have any money. Aghh, can't I win the lottery or something, even just ¥100,000 would be fine. 

Choromatsu: You haven't even bought a ticket in the first place, have you!? 

Karamatsu: Heh... even if dreams can't be achieved, we still pursue them, that is a man's spirit of adventure... 

Jyushimatsu: Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing! 1285! 1286! 1285! 

Choromatsu: The numbers went backwards again!? 

Jyushimatsu: Alright, we've still got a way to go! 

Ichimatsu: I'm going to die. 

Todomatsu: Ichimatsu-niisan plays the bat a lot, doesn't he. Well, Jyushimatsu-niisan having him do that is weird no matter how you think about it though. 

Osomatsu: Don't you think that the level of Jyushimatsu's love of baseball is a bit on the insane side? And in a really weird way. 

Jyushimatsu: 9999, swing...! 10,000! 

Ichimatsu: Gwahhh... 

Choromatsu: That count went too quickly! 

Osomatsu: If he could put that passion into regular baseball, he might be able to aim at being a professional baseball player. And the contract fees and salary payments coming back into this house would be tens of millions, hundreds of millions, no, maybe even more. Then we could shamelessly live off Jyushimatsu and have the ultimate NEET lifestyle. Wouldn't that be great... 

Matsuyo: Big news, NEETs! We got this letter! 

Choromatsu: What's this. A notification of obtaining the right to participate in the Yakyuu... Ken Goudou? Baseball... Prefectual Amalgamated Pro Test!? Ehhhh!? A baseball pro test!? 

Osomatsu: Alriiiight! This is the perfect chance! 

Choromatsu: But why have we received this? 

Karamatsu: Could it possibly have been that person who sent it to us? Heh, such consideration. 

Todomatsu: But hey, even if you took part, Karamatsu-niisan, there's no chance that you could become a pro. 

Osomatsu: How naive, Todomatsu. Take a look at this part of the postcard. 

Todomatsu: Hmm? Does this mean that we've all been invited to the pro test? 

Osomatsu: That's it exactly! If the six of us join forces, there's no obstacle we can't overcome. In other words, we can do stuff like tricking them during the physical fitness tests or helping each other during the match, and then if we bribe the referee, at least one of us will pass.  

Todomatsu: I see. How like you, Osomatsu-niisan, the very model of scum.  

Choromatsu: If we make up our minds quickly, we can get down to planning our strategy straight away. Let's start with looking in to the details of what's going to happen on the day of the pro test... 

Matsuyo: How wonderful, if even just one of you becomes a pro, it will help your mother so much. 

Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Basebaaaaaal! 

Ichimatsu: Burp, urghhh.... 

Todomatsu: Hey, Jyushimatsu-niisan, you're spinning Ichimatsu-niisan around too much! 

Jyushimatsu: Oh oh oh oh! Basebaaaaall! Basebaaaaaaall! Hustleeee! Muscleeee! 

Choromatsu: So this is the venue for the pro test...! 

Osomatsu: An impressive location, as you would expect for the pros. Even the atmosphere is giving me goose bumps. 

Candidate girl A: I have to do this... I have to do this this or my parents will be sold...! 

Candidate boy A: Watch out, debt collectors... If only I can win here, my life will completely change..! 

Ichimatsu: Hey, this is kind of weird. 

Karamatsu: Why are there girls here as well? 

Todomatsu; Eh, you really don't have your own phone? Then tell me your home phone number, I'll call you today. 

Choromatsu: Stop trying to pick up girls everywhere we go!

Commentator: This year's Pro Test has begun! Who will make it through the fierce competition and win the title of Pro? 

Osomatsu: As expected of the pros, they even have a commentator for the test. 

Todomatsu: Wait, this is a bit too high energy, don't you think this pro test is a bit weird? 

Commentator: Basebaaaaaaaaall, play baaaaaaaall! 

Candidate girl A: I... have to do this! Here I go... 

Candidate boy A: Come at meeeeeee! 

Candidates: Rock Paper Scissors! One two three! 

Choromatsu: W, what is this? However you look at it, this is a game of Rock Paper Scissors!? 

Osomatsu: Aren't they just deciding what order we go in? 

Choromatsu: No, no, it can't be that! 

Candidate boy B: Hey you over there, let's do Rock Paper Scissors. 

Osomatsu: Ah, me? Ok ok, let's go. Rock Paper Scissors. 

Candidate boy B: Yessss, I won! Get ready! 

Osomatsu: Eh!? Uwah!?  What are you doing, you bastard, Argh, arghhhhhh...! 

Todomatsu: Hey Osomatsu-niisan, that's indecent exposure! 

Osomatsu: Wait, Todomatsu! This much is still safe, isn't it? And I'm a victim here! That guy earlier committed indecent assault! 

Candidate girl B: Excuse me, can you please play Rock Paper Scissors with me? 

Osomatsu: Alright, I'll play. Rock Paper Scissors... Ah, I lost again. 

Candidate girl B: Alriiiiiighht! Stippppp!

Osomatsu: I don't want to, you, you pervert. Argh! Arghhhhh…! 

Commentator: Matsuno Osomatsu, for showing us his lame bat, has been automatically disqualified! We have our first Pro Test reject of the day! 

Osomatsu: Please, please don't do this. I have a very important mission to make Jyushimatsu a prooooo...! 

Choromatsu: A hole opened up in the field!? What is with this completely unfair way of treating us!? 

Karamatsu: No, if were talking about being treated unfairly, then the way you guys treat more normally is... 

Todomatsu: Wa, wait, could this game possibly be...! You can't even say its name at a half-hearted mixer, and it's become something of a VIP urban legend, that game...!? 

Karamatsu: Eh? 

Choromatsu: Totty, does this ring a bell? 

Todomatsu: Choromatsu, show me the postcard we got about the Pro Test! See look, I was right. It's not Yakyuu Ken Goudou, Baseball Prefectural Amalgamated! This says "Yakyuuken Goudou" the Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors Amalgamated Pro Test! The game/legendary traditional art where the loser in Rock Paper Scissors has to strip! 

Choromatsu: So what kind of Pro would you be becoming? 

Ichimatsu: …If we’d known that, it would have made things easier.

Choromatsu: Well, to be honest, I don't really understand Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors or what this pro test is for, but it's clear what we need to do. We have to find an even remotely cute girl as soon as possible. 

Todomatsu: Choromatsu-niisan, you stink of cherries. I'm the one who’s going to get the cute girls!

Karamatsu: The time had finally come for me to unleash my golden body. 

Karamatsu & Choromatsu & Ichimatsu & Todomatsu: Woahhhh! Let us get a look at cute girls naked! Arghhhhh!

Commentator: Matsuno Karamatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu and Todomatsu have all been disqualified together! Was the shock too great for the cherry boys!? Let's add some explanation here! Pro Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors is a veeery popular sport amongst the upper classes! The ill-mannered brutes who trying to participate with the dirty bat between your legs are instantly disqualified, and never allowed to participate in the sport again! 

Osomatsu: Who, who knew about that... 

Choromatsu: I would have preferred it if they'd explained the rules beforehand. We just ended up getting all fired up... Cough. 

Todomatsu: I've had enough with this shitty sport. Let's take a look at some naked cute girls and get out of here as fast as we can. 

Osomatsu: Huh, where's Jyushimatsu? 

Karamatsu: He's not anywhere around here. 

Ichimatsu: ...No way. 

Jyushimatsu: Basebaaaalll! Basebaaaaalll! Boeh! boeh! boeh! boeh! 

Osomatsu: Hey... Jyushimatsu still untouched!? He's not even lost one item of clothing! 

Ichimatsu: He's still excited about being at a baseball field. He hasn't done Rock Paper Scissors with anyone yet. 

Todomatsu: So what are we going to do about Jyushimatsu-Nisan! Just leave him like that? 

Osomatsu: Ah… I guess we don’t have any other choice. Let’s ask that person. Ah, hello? We’re kinda at this weird Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors Pro Test right now. And only Jyushimatsu is left, so what should we do? Of course, if he can become a pro and earn money than we have to cheer him on as his big brothers wishing for his success.

Option One: Jyushimatsu-san seems like he could win at Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors

Osomatsu: He certainly has a lot of physical strength so he probably has great hand eye coordination too. If he can win at Rock Paper Scissors, then we just need to stop his bat from reacting... 

Commentator: There are already less than half of the candidates remaining! The candidates who haven't even played Rock Paper Scissors once must retire here! 

Choromatsu: Ah, looks like it was no use after all. 

Todomatsu: All that's left is old guys, let's go home right now. 

Osomatsu: ...Oi, Ichimatsu, come over here for a minute. 

Ichimatsu: Hah? 

Osomatsu: You always help him practice swings, don't you? Let's start Jyushimatsu's special strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors training from today. 

Osomatsu: (From that night on, Jyushimatsu's spartan, out of love, training sessions to become a Pro strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player began...)

Osomatsu: Jyushimatsu, look at this. 

Jyushimatsu: It's Hijirisawa Shonosuke! 

Ichimatsu: What about this sexy magazine? 

Jyushimatsu: Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Tatty! 

Osomatsu: That's no good, Jyushimatsu! 

Jyushimatsu: Boeh? 

Osomatsu: From now on, you're not allowed to react to the ladies in the sexy magazine photo shoot... Ignore it completely and strike out! Don't wave your bat at girls! 

Jyushimatsu: Ehh!? 

Osomatsu: I'm sorry, Jyushimatsu. But this is what your big brother did his best to think of to make you into a Pro Strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player. If you don't react to girls, you can become the strongest, Jyushimatsu...! 

Ichimatsu: Use this instead. 

Jyushimatsu: Hijirisawa Shonosuke: complete 24 hour surveillance footage for one year." !? 

Osomatsu: From now on, you can only do a full swing for Hijirisawa Shonosuke! Understand! 

Jyushimatsu: What...! Osomatsu-niisan, I wanna do tatty like normal! 

Ichimatsu: This is so you can become a pro strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player, Jyushimatsu. Give in, Jyushimatsu. 

Osomatsu: Go, do your best, Ichimatsu! You can do it, you can become a superhuman warrior who doesn't wave his bat at girls! 

Choromatsu: Osomatsu-niisan, I bought some Hijirisawa Shonosuke doujinshi. 

Osomatsu: That's the spirit, Choromatsu! Ah ha ha ha... I can't wait until the next Pro Test...! 

Jyushimatsu: Bo, boehhhhh! 

Jyushimatsu: Rock Paper Scissors, One Two Three! 

Candidate Girl C: I, I lost!? I thought I'd be able to become a pro today for sure...! 

Commentator: He... he's so strong! With this Matsuno Jyushimatsu has beaten ten people in a row! And of course, the bat between his legs hasn't moved one bit! 

Osomatsu: Alriiight! You can do this, you can do this, Jyushimatsu! 

Commentator: And with that,  there are only two candidates left! Will Matsuno Jyushimatsu finally be pushing open the door to becoming a pro!? 

Osomatsu: Of course he will! How much do you think we spent on videos of old guys and doujinshis we won't ever use! 

Ichimatsu: As he is now, I'm sure Jyushimatsu would strike out even if it were the most beautiful woman in the world or a really sexy woman. 

Osomatsu: His unnaturally keen sense of visual perception and his bat that won't ever swing... Jyushimatsu becoming a pro is a done deal! 

Commentator: Matsuno Jyushimatsu's final opponent is...!? 

Hijirisawa Shonosuke: ...

Jyushimatsu: It's Hijirisawa Shonosukeee! Noooooo!! My family treasures! 

Hijirisawa Shonosuke: Arghhhh!

Commentator: Wha... what's this, Jyushimatsu's bat is in full swing after making it through all this way!? Game ending hooooome run!! 

Osomatsu: Sorry, Jyushimatsu. I wish you all the happiness in the world with Hijirisawa Shonosuke...! 

Ichimatsu: …Let’s go home.

Option Two: Please stop this dangerous game. 

Osomatsu: They said that whatever way you thing about it, it's a risky sport, so we should withdraw straight away.  

Choromatsu: Ah, you're probably right. Even Jyushimatsu will probably start swinging his bat and be disqualified once he calms down. 

Todomatsu: The girls taking part aren't even that cute, maybe 6s on average. That’s not worth taking any risks.  

Osomatsu: So you guys are ignoring the fact that your bats reacted, huh? 

Todomatsu: That's just a biological instinct. I wouldn't really swing my bat for a girl who wasn’t least on the level of that one there.

Choromatsu: Eh, there’s a cute girl? Where, where!? 

Todomatsu: See, that girl who sorta looks like Totoko over there... 

Totoko: Rock, Paper, Scissors! 

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: The actual Totoko!? 

Totoko: Yes, I won again...! I must become a pro whatever it takes and marry into the upper classes! Hmph! Hmph! Rock Paper Scissors! Rock Paper Scissors! Who wants to die next!? 

Choromatsu: Oh, oh no... I don't want to see Totoko undressed by other guys...! 

Todomatsu: But I wanna see Totoko naked...! 

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: ... Lose! Lose! 

Choromatsu: Lose, Totoko-chan! 

Todomatsu: Hurry up and strip! 

Totoko: Stop... stop messing around guys...! Once I’ve married into money, I’ll crush you both socially and physically! Rock Paper Scissors...! Ah! 

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: She lost! 

Totoko: Aghhhhhhhh! I can’t expose this body which is supposed to belong to a multi-millionaire in front of this trash…!

Todomatsu: Hmm!? Totoko's body has been hidden by something!? 

Choromatsu: Who did that!? Who threw those yellow clothes at Totoko! 

Totoko: Wha... what!? What's with these sweaty yellow clothes!? Wait a minute... 

Jyushimatsu: ...Aha. Totoko-chan, aren't you cold? Today's baseball wasn't much fun. It's more fun playing baseball at home like usual. 

Choromatsu: He's suddenly talking like a normal person!? 

Todomatsu: And doing such a heroic act in the nick of time...!? 

Osomatsu: Hurry up and show us naked Totoko! 

Jyushimatsu: The most important thing... above all else, is that baseball is fun!! Let's have fun playing baseball, Totoko-chan! Boeh! Boeh! Boeh! 

Totoko: Jyushimatsu-kun... Try saying that after you've lowered that dirty bat at your crotch which is being hoisted ever so high right now!

Jyushimatsu: Grrrr…! 

Choromatsu: There it is, Totoko-chan's full body blow!

Todomatsu: Alright, let's get out of here. 

Osomatsu: Yeah. 

Totoko: As yet unknown handsome multimillionaires… I'll try to become a strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors pro for sure...! 

Commentator: Since Yowai Totoko has nothing left to take off, she has been forcibly disqualified!! 

Totoko: No, no way... Nooooo! 

Jyushimatau: To... Totoko-chan... If you wear my clothes...! 

Totoko: I don't want that either! 

Option Three: If you want to earn some money, try something else. 

Osomatsu: Damn. They said if we want to earn some money, we should try doing something else. 

Todomatsu: Putting aside actually getting a job, I think trying something else would be good. 

Osomatsu: Let's get Jyushimatsu and get out of here. 

Jyushimatsu: Boeh, boeh. Boehhh! Baseball, basebaaaaall! 

Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu? Let's go home now...

Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Baseball! Ooohhhh! 

Karamatsu: Brother, are you perhaps... purely enjoying baseball...? 

Jyushimatsu: I wanted to play baseball properly. 

Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu. Getting so down is poison for the heart. A-n-d. There is a game that's more suited to us, you know? 

Jyushimatsu: Yeah...

Big win! You did it! 

Jyushimatsu: Alright, I can keep going! 

Karamatsu: My brother, I'm not the kind of man to back down now either... I've got more in me! 

Jyushimatsu: Yeah! 

Karamatsu: Hmm? Behind me is...! 

Todomatsu: Whoever wins, they have to treat us at the bar later. If I win, I'm using the money for dates though. 

Ichimatsu: Alright... the probability type changed...! 

Choromatsu: The probability of there being a machine with a big pay-out in this lane is the same as the probability of a big pay-out, according to my personal research, which is 300 to one, therefore... 

Osomatsu: In the end, pachinko is the best way to earn money easily after all. 

Karamatsu: My brothers...! You came too, to this pachinko parlour! 

Jyushimatsu: Karamatsu-niisan. This is the best game for us all to have fun together as brothers. 

Karamatsu: Oh, Jyushimatsu...! You shouldn't make a man cry so carelessly.

Todomatsu: Well, in the end all we're doing is playing pachinko though. 

Osomatsu: Don't you think it's a sport that suits us NEETs? 

[urwarriorangel]

‘i told you i wasn’t a bottom’ (archie andrews au)

sos this was so much fun! I’m gonna post this the way I did my valentine/galentine aus bc I’m making these college aus a small series as well! pls enjoy and let me know what you think

(gifs aren’t mine!!!!!!)

‘i got a bottom bunk and you’re the person who has the bunk above mine, now you only refer to me as “bottom” even though I’ve repeatedly told you i most certainly am not’ (@thesadlookonyourface​)

ps the ending gets hot and heavy!!!

“Andrews, stop calling me that! I swear to GOD if you call me that one more time--!”

“What’re you gonna do, huh, BOTTOM?” He makes a face at you, taunting you almost.

“I’m going to punch that look off your stupid face!” You jump up and try to punch his face as he laughs and holds your head down with one hand.

“You can’t even reach me!” He laughs and pulls you into his arms, spinning you around as you continuously curse at him.

You and Archie Andrews had been roommates for a little over six months. It’s your third semester in college and thanks to your unisex name, you got stick with this idiot. You were late to move-in day and had a bottom bunk assigned to you. Why this university insisted on making you feel like you were at camp, you’d never know.

Archie walked into your shared room soon after you got settled in, and a smile made its way onto his face. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He smirks and you turn around, groaning as your eyes land on the handsome oaf.

“Please tell me this is some sort of joke! You’re not actually my roommate, are you?” You glared at him and he held a hand against his chest in faux pain.

“Aw come on, little Chandler! Don’t do this to me,” he laughed and walked over to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “This’ll be fun.”

You and Archie have always had a love-hate relationship. He loved to annoy you and you hated him for it. You didn’t even want to think what it’d be like living with him. You two needed some ground rules, but first you needed some--

“So what do you say, bottom?” He looks at you proudly, happy with his new nickname.

“Excuse me?” You raised your brows at him and pushed his arm off your shoulder, proceeding to cross your own arms over your chest and he quickly mimicked your actions.

“You heard me. You’re the bottom bunk, you must be a bottom,” he shrugged and smirked, waiting for your answer.

“I am most certainly not a bottom, Andrews!” You turned your back to him, letting him get a good look at your ass as you fixed your comforter.

“Come to think of it, you wouldn’t be a bad top either. I’d want you on top of me,” he clapped his hands and you turned around, determined to give him a piece of your mind.

“You’re a fucking perv, Archibald. Stay away from me,” you walked away, half hoping he’d keep watching you and half hoping he’d fall off a cliff. Archie did the former.

“This is gonna be a fun year bottom!” He yelled after you and you swore you’d kill him if he ever called you that again.

Only he did call you that again (every damn day) and you still haven’t killed him.

“Archibald put me down!” You move your hand to the side of his head and pull his ear, like you would a child’s.

“Owowowowowowowwwwwwwwww!” Archie screams in pain but refuses to put you down.

“Put me down and I’ll stop hurting you!” You pull harder and his screams get louder. “Archibald, I swear to--”

“Woah, get a room!” Jughead yells over the two of you and you finally stop, surprised to see him in your room.

“A, you’re literally in our room. And B, when did you get in here?” Archie finally puts you down and you straighten yourself out, glaring at him as he massages his ear.

“I got in here 30 seconds ago, you were too into your pain kink to notice me,” Jughead scoffs dramatically, glaring at the two of you.

“It wasn’t a pain kink, you jackass. Your friend here won’t stop calling me ‘bottom’ and I am tired of it!” You glare at Archie as Jughead rolls his eyes at the two of you.

“Why don’t you to just kiss and make out already? Oh my god!” Jughead groans loudly and rests against the doorframe. “He’s clearly into you and you’re clearly into him, just do it. We all know it’s gonna happen!”

Archie opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off for the millionth time in your wierd roommate/friendship thing.

“We are most certainly not into each other! And who is ‘we all’? Because you’re all wrong!” You cross your arms over your chest as it’s now Archie’s turn to give you incredulous looks.

“Kevin, Betty, Veronica, Cheryl, Josie, Reggie, my dad, Hermio--” Jughead ticks everyone off with a finger and you cut him off before he can go further.

“You told your dad about this wierd bet you guys have going on?” You groan and plop down on your bottom bunk. “But he’s so sexy.”

“Ew, Y/N that’s enough. You have your little Archibald, you don’t need my father,” Jughead shudders and Archie opens his mouth to speak, only for you to cut him off once again.

“I don’t have--”

“Oh for the love of all that is holy, shut up and let me speak!” Archie’s eyes grow dark as he turns to look at you, having had enough of you cutting him off.

“Oh, what. So you can call me bottom despite my countless grievances but I can’t cut you off sometimes?” You sit up and glare back at him, your eyes growing darker as you feel the atmosphere change.

“I speak the truth, you keep annoying me,” Archie grits out, squaring his shoulders as you take a step closer to him.

“What truth? You annoy me as much as, if not more than, I annoy you!” You clench your jaw as Archie takes a step closer, leaving little to no room between the two of you.

“Okay, guys,” Jughead chuckles nervously and clears his throat, trying his best to ease the tension that he couldn’t yet place. “Get back to your pain kink, kids.”

“I tease you, but it’s like you really want to get under my skin. You really want to make me mad,” Archie’s eyes bore into yours as Jughead’s words fall onto deaf ears.

“Maybe I do want to get under your pasty skin, Archibald. So what? It’s to get back at you!”

“Get back at me for what? Calling you a bottom?” He raises his voice and lifts his hands in frustration as Jugheads eyes grow wide.

“Yes! For calling me a bottom when you know damn well I’m a top,” you press a finger against his chest and push him back against the wall as Archie’s glare deepens. “You keep calling me a bottom because you’re scared I won’t top you.”

“That’s fucking absurd, Y/N. There’s no fucking way I want you to--”

And once again, you cut him off by placing your lips over his. A growl leaves Archie’s mouth and he knows what you’re doing, but at this point he doesn’t care. His hands wrap around your thighs and he pulls away for a moment to whisper “jump” and you follow his instructions. Your fingers grip onto his auburn locks and tug, forcing a gravelly moan out of Archie.

“I-I’m gonna go,” Jughead gulps and you and Archie couldn’t care less as Jughead leaves and locks the door behind him but not before he heard an article of clothing rip.

“Archie, that’s my favorite fucking top,” you hiss as Archie’s lips skillfully move down your throat and to your chest, marking it every couple seconds almost so he doesn’t lose his way back up.

“Trust me, love, I’ll more than make it up to you,” he bites your collarbone and you moan his name, arching your back and pushing your breasts up towards him.

He flips you two around and it’s your back pressing against the wall as he rips off your bra, hungrily taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing the other one with his fingers. You curse and tug his hair, pulling him back up and desperately pressing your lips against his. His hands grip your ass and pull you against him, forcing you to feel his hardened length. You moan into his mouth and he smirks, quickly tugging on your bottom lip.

“Floor. Now,” you breathed out, desperate to feel more of him but also to prove yourself right.

Archie quickly obeyed, laying you gently on the floor before quickly pulling his shirt off. Your nails rake up and down his sides and Archie growls, reattaching his mouth to your neck as he starts to leave more marks. He presses himself down against you and you gasp, feeling his fully erect cock against your thigh. Before things can go further, you quickly flip the two of you around so that you’re on top.

“What--?” His cock twitches under you as your breasts brush against his chest before you sit up.

“Come on, baby. I told you I wasn’t a bottom.”

[justagirlwritingherlilheartout]

Dogs are much more cute (Juice-Sons of Anarchy)

Requested by the lovely @paintballkid711 :Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where juice falls for a complete tomboy who happens to be happy's younger sister? And that she's never had a boyfriend because of who her brother is? But happy is actually ok with it in the end? Maybe fluff and smut? Ps I love your writing!

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Happy walked out of the club house finding his little sister working on one of the cars that some rich lady brought in a couple of hours ago. He smiled to himself, thinking of all the amazing memories he and his sister shared. They were not that alike, except for the fact that they both loved speed and they both adored working on cars or bikes. 

She was very tomboy-ish. She loved to wear caps or beanies and usually had her hair in a pony tail so it didn't get in her face while working. 

-

''Hey.'' A guy, around her age walked up to her just as she got from under the car she was currently working on.

''Hey, Michael.'' She greeted the guy she used to go to school with. ''What's up?'' She smiled as he offered her his hand, which she took and he pulled her up. 

''Nothing much, heard you were back in town so i wanted to come say hi.'' He said as the two hugged. It was one of the, so called, bro hugs, where two people bump shoulders and pat each other on the back if they're feeling especially affectionate. 

''Ah yeah, I went to a wedding.''

''No shit,'' The guy raised his eyebrow in disbelief, ''Don't tell me you wore a dress.'' 

''Yep, it's apparently mandatory when you're one of the braids maids.'' She rolled her eyes, fixing her trucker cap. 

''Dude, I would pay good money to see you in a dress.'' He said looking her up and down, his hand on her shoulder. She was wearing jean overalls and a white t shirt that was covered in smudges from the car oils and god knows what else. 

''Dude, Never gonna happen!'' She said in the same tone.

''Can I help you?'' Happy walked up to the two, his face dark and serious.

''C'mon Hap, we're just talking.'' Y/N sighed, knowing exactly what's gonna happen. He was always so protective. Needless to say that she never had a boyfriend because no she had ever gone out with had enough guts to face her brother, so her relationships usually consisted of one date and never speaking to that person ever again after happy had one of his thought with him.

''Talk without touching.'' Happy said shortly before flicking the guys hand off his sister's shoulder. 

''Don't worry, man, she's not my type.'' Mitchel lifted his hands in his defense. 

''Excuse me?'' Happy took a step forward, ready to punch the guy's face in.

''No, no, I didn't mean it like that.'' Mitchel almost stuttered. ''I'm in to guys.'' 

''Good.'' Happy said backing away before wrapping his arm around his sister. ''You can keep him, I like him.'' He said to his sister making her laugh and walked away. 

''Your brother is intense.'' 

''Yeah, but you are the first guy he actually told me to keep, so, congrats dude.'' She said making them both laugh.  ''Hey, you up for a beer? I need a break.''

''Sure.'' He nodded and the duo walked over to the picnic table. 

-

Juice rode in to the MT, just as Y/N and some guy sat down at the picnic table. ''Who's he?'' He asked one of the new prospects as he parked his bike next to the others. 

''That's Michael, Y/N's friend.'' Rat replied.

''Friend?'' Juice couldn't help the bitter taste of jealousy that he tasted when he saw the two laughing. He has had a thing for Happy's sister for a while. She was something else. She almost never wore make up, but she looked like the most beautiful girl in the world to him. She wasn't really the type of girl he would usually go for. She was hot, there's no denying that and soon the two became friends. They shared so many interests and he could talk to her for hours and not get tired. 

''Yeah.'' Rat nodded. ''I think he was checking out Jax before, tho.''

''Good.'' Juice smirked to himself, knowing there's nothing to worry about. He walked towards the club house but decided to take the long way so he will be able to pass Y/N on the way. ''Hey.'' 

''Juice, hey!'' Y/N smiled looking up from her friend to see Juice, the boy she had a crush on since forever.  ''Juice this is Michael, Michael this is Juice.''

''Nice to meet you... Juice.'' Michael said a bit confused about the nickname. 

''You too.'' Juice said not really talking his eyes off off Y/N. ''Are we still on for tonight?''

''Yeah, I'll come by your room at 7.'' She smiled taking off her hat. 

''See ya.'' 

''Bye.'' Y/N smiled before Michael grabbed her hand.

''You didn't tell me you were banging the juicy Latino!!''

''What?'' Her eyes widened. ''No! We're just friends. We are gonna watch the world cup later.'' She shook her head. ''And for fucks sake please never say the sentence 'banging the juicy Latino' ever again.''

''But you like him, right?'' He ignored everything she just said.

''Maybe.''She shrugged, trying to play it cool. His eyes bore holes in her act. ''Okay.. definitely.'' 

''You two would look cute together.'' 

''Shut up!'' She slapped his shoulder making them both laugh. 

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It was 6:50 PM when Y/N walked down the hallway leading to the sons's Dorms. She was freshly showered, her hair in it's natural wavy state gathered on one side of her head. She wore some ripped jeans, white tank top and a red and black plaid shirt. 

She took a deep breath before knocking on Juices door. 

''Yeah.'' A familiar vice came from the other end of the door and she entered. 

''Hey, everything ready?'' She asked with a smile before looking around his  room. It was so tidy and clean that she felt right at home. She was always on Happy's case about cleaning a bit more. 

''Mhm.'' He smiled grabbing a bowl of popcorn and sitting down on his bed. 

She kicked off her shoes and joined him on the bed, looking up at the tv in front of them. The match hasn't started yet. 

''Had fun with your friend?'' He asked throwing a popcorn in to his mouth.

''Yeah.'' She nodded taking a hand full of popcorn and eating one of them.  ''He thinks you're a Bangable juicy Latino.'' She winked at him. 

''Is that so?'' He laughed, shaking his head. ''Is it true tho?'' 

''Huh?''

''Am I a bangable juicy Latino?'' He said making her look at him with surprise. They have been friends for a while now, but they never been flirty. 

''Well, Juan, You are pretty bangable, but i will never ever again refer to you as juicy.'' She shook her head, not being able to hide her smile. 

''That's good to hear.'' He said before laughing. ''That would be the preferred version, yeah.'' 

''Nice to know we are on the same page.'' She laughed, facing him not the tv. 

''Are we tho?'' 

''What are you talking about?'' 

''Y/N...I..'' Juice didn't know what to say or where to even start. He has wanted to tell her that he liked her so many times. But  now, when he finally got the chanse, he had no idea how to go about it. ''Fuck it.'' He cupped her face and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. 

It took her a second to realise what was happening. She didn't kiss back and he pulled away after realising she is not reacting the way he hoped for. 

''I.. I'm sorry, Y/N.'' He let go of her. ''I shouldn't have done that.'' He shook his head. ''I'm sorry.''

''Juan-'' 

''No, no, I'm sorry. Can we just pretend this never happened?'' She could see anxiety all over his face. His body was tensed up, his forehead wrinkled, blood pumping trough his veins.

''Juan!'' She raised her voice, making him look at her. ''Shut up!'' She said with a smile before leaning in and kissing the man in front of her. This time it took him a second to react but once he figured out what was happening he grabbed her hips as her hands fund their place around his neck. She crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. 

''Really?'' He asked with a smile, not sure if this is happening or if he is dreaming. 

''Really.'' She nodded with a giggle before kissing him again as he wrapped his arms around her, bring her closer to him. 

''Why the hell didn't we do this sooner?'' Juice smiled, with everything going on with the club this was by far the highlight of his week, hell, it was the highlight of his year. 

''Dude, I don't know.'' She  shook her head, taking a second to just look at him. Really look at him. His brown eyes sparkled and his smile, oh his smile...

''Hey, is Y/N here-'' Happy walked in to Juice's room without  knocking and stopped in his stacks when he saw them. His sister was on top of Juice, who's hands were on her ass, they were pretty close, as if they were kissing a second before. ''Y/N!'' Happy did his best to keep his voice calm. ''Get. Off. Him.'' 

''Hap, wait, don't do this!'' She tried to calm him down as she got up from the bed. 

''Happy, I... It's not what you think..'' Juice tried to explain but before he knew it Happy was in front of him, punching his face.

''Happy!!'' Y/N yelled, not sure what to do as the men found themselves on the floor, throwing punches at one another. ''Juan!!'' 

She let out a sight as not one nor the listened to her. ''Fine, kill each other then.'' She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. 

''What the hell was that about?'' Gemma as Y/N walked in to the bar and sat down next to her.

''Long story short. Happy walked in on me and Juice making out.'' 

''Ah..'' Gemma nodded, giving her a glass of whiskey. It was nothing new for the sons to fight. 

''Yeah.'' The  girl shook her head taking a sip of  her drink. 

''Oh the other hand. I wont a bet thank to you.'' 

''What?'' 

''Me and Unser might or might not made a bet on when you and Juice will get together.'' Gemma shrugged. 

''What?!''

''Don't act so surprised. Everyone knew you two had a thing for each other.'' 

''Seriously?'' Y/N asked before laughing at the way Gemma looked at her as if to say 'Are you really surprised?'

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About 15 minutes later Juice and Happy walked out, both bloody. ''Took you long enough.'' Y/N rolled her eyes as she saw her brother and the guy who she was kissing minutes before make their way to her. 

''You can keep him too.'' Happy said as they reached her. 

''Seriously?'' The girl couldn't help but be surprised. 

''You do know i'm not a dog, right?'' Juice said walking up to her before wrapping his arm around her.

''I know, Dogs are much more cute.'' Happy told him and walked away making his sister laugh.

''That's debatable.'' Y/N said before kissing Juice.

''I will ignore the fact that you're comparing me to a dog if you kiss me again.''

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I'm sorry there is not much fluff and no smut. today was a weird day for writing, dunno, probably a writers block. But i might write a part two with smut an all that fun stuff.