#they turned off the comments too like yea i wonder fuckin why

[cybertistiic]

every pinterest user that doesn't source the art they post should be violently waterboarded and i'm not joking in the slightest

[credince--writes]

One of my favorite scenes in Jitters

For some of my wonderful followers who have been ride-or-die since the start of Jitters, I'd like to reshare one of my favorite scenes from the entire book.

From MacLovin':

"Walk fast." Jitters eyes were wide, striding past Ghost in one of the pathways between slot machines.

He didn't question it, turning to follow her and keeping up a striding pace pretty easy.

"Hey! Hey you- Stop!" A security guard tries to keep up with them, but with Jitters weaving in and around people, and Ghost naturally causing people to veer away from him, the two quickly navigated away.

"What'd you do?" Ghost leans forward- just enough to shift his shoulder forward as if he were ready to shield with his body as she passed in front of him.

She pulled him off to the side, behind a wall to some kind of exit. "Technically? A felony. No problemo' tho. I got one of these." She held up a golden card, engraved with the casino's logo.

"And that would be..."

"It's a bottomless drinks card." She grins. One of those evil, youthful, get so drunk it fucking hurts grins.

"How'd you manage that?" He asked.

"Do you really wanna know, or do you wanna go get a drink."

The two, did indeed go get a drink. Many drinks, to be exact. The copious amounts of alcohol the two consumed was a monumental peak in Simon's life. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this drink under good pretenses.

"It's free!" she whisper yelled to him.

"Have another one!" She whispers and laughs as she wiggles the card at him.

They were somewhere- apparently, the fucking place had an aquarium. Build into the hallway to the hotel.

"We should get to bed." He comments.

"God what are you my father?" She asked, sitting down on and ledge and staring at the aquarium across from her.

"Someone has to fuckin act like it." He grumbles, fidgeting with the hem of the mask rubbing against his neck

"You know." She slurs.

"Know what."

"You look like you could hold up a convenience store." She glances at him.

"Who's to say I hadn't?" He slightly slurs back.

"You're too much of a softie." She replies back. "Like a sponge."

"Sponge?" He echos.

"Yea. Fuckin' sponge. Or one of those explodey-fishes."

"The fuck are you goin' on about?"

"Uhhh. Puffy. Puffing? No. No. Pufferfish. You're a pufferfish." She agrees with herself.

"I am a man. Not a fish."

"Nah. You're a fish." She keeps going.

"I'd say you're somethin' like a dolphin but they rape baby seals to death."

"What?" He asks.

"Brutal bastards." She agrees.

"Hm."

"Betcha I could swim in there." She comments.

"I'd let the dolphin get ya'."

"Fuckin' brutal."

"Alright, Get up." He says, standing up.

"We going to beddie-bye?" She asks.

"You are, at least." He says, softly leading her towards the elevator with his arm.

"If there is a woman, that isn't me, in my bed. Or any bed, for that matter, when I get into that room. I'm gonna jump."

"Just go to my room."

"Don't know your number."

"546."

"I'm not going to rem. Rem." She pauses. "Gonna puke."

His eyes widen slightly, looking around.

No trash can- no bathroom.

There's a large planter, next to the start of the fish tank.

He all but picks her up, carrying her 6 large long steps to the panted to where she grabs the rim of the planter, and throws up- violently- into the planter.

"Smells like sex on the beach." She comments, rubbing her mouth.

"I've seen worse."

"Just doing my duty to fertilize the plants, Spook."

"You should take up gardening."

They made there way to the elevator, Ghost punching in the floor, slinging her arm around his shoulder while he dragged her to her room. Digging her card out of her pocket and scanning into the room. Pushing the door open and finding a silent, empty room. He dragged her into the bathroom, filling up a cup of water and forcing her to at least wash out her mouth before she went to sleep.

"You'd make a great dad." She comments, after spitting the water out into the sink.

"Why's that."

"You've even got the shitty jokes."

"Hm."

He leads her to the bed, removing her shoes and laying her down on the bed.

She was essentially already out cold. So he glanced around, trying to find a pen. When he did, he grabbed for it, lifting her deadweight arm and writing his room number and floor down on it.

And with that, he turned off the lights and left the room.

[celestie0]

HALLO ELLIE!!! proud to say ive successfully managed to move on from my situationship! hope u don’t mind me rambling about this guy.

let’s call him f since that’s his initial. F and I have been friends since primary sch, he eventually had to move because his dad passed away. Anyways, two years ago we started talking again because his family visited mine. Long story short, things were complicated because we had been flirting a lil bit and he also said that ‘if you flirt with other guys, I’ll starve myself’ which Icked me so BAD. He did apologised .Last year, I ‘happy birthday’ed my way into his life and started talking again because I really did miss him, he’s my childhood best friend after all. After like two weeks? I don’t remember anymore💔 He told me he loved me and i was happy to say it back to him. (I was such a fool😭) I remember being giggly and all. On 23rd August we got into a fight because we planned to meet up and i said to him ‘okay I’m nervous. I don’t think I wanna meet up’ which made him mad. MIND YOU! we were in planning stages. i didn’t cancel on him on the day itself! I had lots of things going on at that time so him just casually saying I was PLAYING him made me so upset. He had the cheek to tell me ‘ily’ because honestly I hate when people start getting all affectionate after a fight. I hope you get it😭 the next month went okaaay until 23rd sep. (23 is like a curse at this point💔💔) I confronted him on why he hasn’t been saying ‘ily’ back it may seem something small but I hate not getting it back like excuse me? AND HE SAID TO ME ‘my ex was the only one who managed to make me feel loved’ I CRIED SO BADDD!!!! how could he say that after everything I’ve did for him. smh. yada yada things went on and in dec we stopped talking. I really did liked talking to him and all but it was too much. There was certain moments where I felt like he was just using me cause I wanted him. The times where we sexted (no nudes were exchanged, just texts.) though we did call because he wanted to hear me moan. not my proudest moments, I don’t wanna be begging for a guy’s attention again. I genuinely loved him with my whole heart :((

IM SO SORRY 4 RAMBLING ON!!!! I needed to let this out so badly 🤒❤️‍🩹 love u sm ellie

— frank ocean anon

hiii my love <3 omg GASP i’m so proud of uuu situationships are hell on earth i hope you feel at peace now!!

PLS YOU’re SO REAL FOR GETTING THE ICK OVER THAT!! i swear jealousy is only attractive w fictional men ✋🏼😭 it is NOT a cute look for actual men slsldkfjfh imo its a lil overbearing n strange haha

aww thats sad hun u guys are like childhood best friends so i imagine it was still tough not speaking :(( WOW he said i love youu n you said it backk. its ok bb if it was a happy thing in the moment then it can stay that way in your memory regardless of how stuff turned out in the end :”) be kind to yourself <3

ahhh yea thats 🚩 the whole getting mad cuz you cancelled…and no i totally get that, i hate that sort of “love bombing” after a fight, it just comes off as in-genuine. thats so valid n i relate

OH MY GOSH THE COMMENT ABOUT HIS EX ☹️☹️ WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT…some things you should just keep to your fuckin self. thats awful im sorry love 🥲🥲 you deserve SO much better than that

it’s okkk bb, you knew him a long time n even apart from relationship/situationship, there was still a friendship there too. you can really love someone but also realize theyre bad for you, those two can coexist. i’m so proud of you for realizing you deserve better than someone who makes you feel like you’re being used! no one should ever feel that way. take it easy bb but truuuly truly truly time will heal <3 chin up!! so many wonderful experiences out there for you still my dear

- much loveee, ellie ☁️

[oersteds]

So I got this in a comment. You have forced my hand, @harpykurry

Twiz Lore Summary (With Shitposts)

Massive amount of "jesus christ, dude" energy below the cut. You've been warned.

This. is Twiz. (Art by this person on Toyhouse go check 'em out they're cool)

Twiz has magic. A lot of magic. She's also stupid with it. Unfortunately, she has a very powerful brand of magic...

The dumbass can ressurrect anyone she wants. Do not give her a corpse, she will ressurrect it, even if she has no idea who she's rezzing.

Even if she ends up ressurrecting a Demon King.

Okay, I know he turns to dust in the game, but SHHH. He got a corpse because someone else fucked up with a ressurrection. They weren't even trying to ressurrect Oersted, which makes this dumber!!! They ended up casting Summon Random Corpse From Literally Nowhere because ressurrection magic is a Complete Fucking Bitch to use for most people.

So, Oersted, after the events of the game, ends up having his corpse wash up on a beach. Cool.

Twiz sees this. She decides to ressurrect him. She has no idea who this shmuck is, or what he's done, or what he might do when ressurrected. She just wants to be ""helpful"" and ""kind"" by ressurrecting EVERY GODDAMN CORPSE SHE CAN FIND. TWIZ. NO.

By the way, for Twiz, ressurrecting someone is very painful. It's like her personal brand of Bone Hurting Juice. There's no serious long-term consequences for it, but it just fuckin' hurts, man. So poor Oersted gets rezzed, and the first thing he sees is Twiz, collapsed on the sand, quietly whining in pain. She goes "ow oogh my bones," probably. He's utterly flabberghasted at these events, too much to even angst about his life right now. Not to mention that he feels like he got woken up from a good nap.

(I HC that most ""afterlives"" are just the dead people going to bed. Forever. This is why ressurrection magic is legal in my goofy little world, since around 85% of the time, you're just waking them up from the Big Bed In The Sky. Good morning, Oersted.)

(The 15% rate of a Not Sleeping afterlife comes into play.)

Twiz recovers from the Bone Hurting status effect she placed on herself. She only sometimes questions why she hasn't been killed by a freshly-rezzed person while in that state. Maybe they're just sleepy? Not everyone's all too grateful to be rezzed, after all. "You denied me my warrior's death!" is one she gets a lot from, well, warriors. Anyways. She says hi to Oersted, maybe does a little Chrom from Fire Emblem Awakening impression while helping him up to his feet. Y'know. The usual Twiz shit.

Shockingly enough, Oersted... sorta enjoys not being dead. Go figure, considering the events of the game. They pal around a little. Twiz shows him around the nearby town, and before Twiz decides "hey, who even is this guy?" she instead helps him get settled in an inn for the night.

That night, Oersted starts wondering: "hey wait a sec. How The Fuck Am I Alive." and then he asks the innkeeper (Twiz went to bed for the night. Plus, she's a very heavy sleeper. And she's deep in a dream convo. More on that soon.) So the innkeeper exposition dumps onto Oersted regarding ressurrection magic. How it's a bitch to pull off properly in most cases, and how Twiz is, to be bluntly honest, a fucking moron for ressurrecting a stranger. They finish by noting how people can't be ressurrected without a corpse to ressurrect. So, surely someone got his corpse from somewhere... but who would...?

Well. That doesn't matter, right now. What matters is that a certain Magical Bastard (Straybow) is Sliding Into Twiz's Dreamscape DMs right now, as we speak. And he wants something. Something very specific.

He wants to be rezzed. He just started calling every healer on his dumb little Ghost Phone in his dumb little Not Sleeping afterlife, asking the same question to each of them. He doesn't care who's rezzing him. He just wants to be rezzed. He's gotten a lot of "yea sure ok" from various healers, not realizing that he can't really be rezzed without a corpse... There is an exception, though he doesn't know this either.

That exception is Twiz. Yep. When I said "anyone," I fully meant "ANYONE." She's just the Rez Mage, I guess. She does have some offensive spells, so yes, pun fully intended.

The next morning, Twiz is in a liiiiiiittle bit of a magic coma. Y'see, she can ressurrect anyone she wants... But rezzing someone without a corpse is Very Fucking Tiresome. Being the exception sucks. Not to mention she just ressurrected someone else the very same day. She's totally spent, knocked the fuck out, so she can't do anything about the total goddamn shitstorm she just reignited.

Before the inevitable fight gets physical, the dragons attack. Yep. Part 2 coming. Eventually.

[drabbles-mc]

Family Dinner

Kozik x F!Reader (ft. Dad!Tig Trager)

Request by Anon: Can I request a sort of funny Kozik x female reader (who is Tig's badass daughter), where Tig has no idea that they're a thing until Gemma holds a dinner, and someone goes to offer reader a food they can't have due to a dairy intolerance, and Kozik informs them that she can't have it, and Tig pretty much interrogates him and is like, "how do you know that"? Has a big ol' moment of feeling betrayed and being mad as hell, but ultimately comes around to the idea.

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was a fun one! I did switch up the reveal a little bit but not too much. I haven’t written a heck of a lot for Tig as a character and having him play the protective dad role in this was really enjoyable to write. Hope you enjoy! xo

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You were shimmying back into your jeans, trying to pretend that you didn’t notice the way that his eyes were glued to you. You looked over as you fastened the button on them, “You going to Gemma’s later?”

He looked surprised at the question, “The dinner thing?” when you nodded in response, he sat upright, running his hand through his hair, “Am I…am I even invited?”

You laughed, nodding, “It’s a club thing. Of course you’re invited.”

“Yea but no one ever—”

“Does Gemma seem like the kind of woman who is gonna make a damn phone tree and call everyone she wants there?” you chuckled and shook your head, “Just come. It’s always a good time. Good food, too.”

You could see it on his face that he was trying to weigh out the pros and cons of it. Since he transferred into Samcro, things had gone smoothly for him for the most part. Pretty much everyone in the club was glad to have him back around again. However, the one person that wasn’t thrilled about his return, was the person that you knew he was worrying the most about.

“It’s not like you two are going to be alone in a room together,” you told him as you pulled your shirt down over your head, “We’re all gonna be there.”

“You think he won’t jump the table and try to beat the shit out of me in front of everyone?”

You laughed, knowing that that is exactly the kind of thing your father would do, “Just don’t say anything to piss him off.”

“Want me to be silent for the whole dinner, then?”

You smiled, shaking your head, “Give him a little credit, Koz. He’s better than he was when you first turned back up.”

“Pretty low fuckin’ bar.”

You walked back over to his bed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “Progress is progress,” you stroked your thumb along his cheek, “I’ll see you tonight?”

He sighed, giving in only because it was you, “Yea,” he rested his hand over yours, “I’ll be there.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead against his, “Thank you.”

You leaned in to give him one last quick peck on the lips before leaving, but he grabbed you and pulled you close, not letting you pull away. You laughed as you leaned into the kiss, bracing yourself on his shoulders.

When he finally let you go, he was smiling up at you, “Since I won’t be able to do that later.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked towards his bedroom door, “You could, but it’d be the last time you ever did.”

You left Kozik’s place, making your way back to the home that you were currently sharing with your father. You’d been looking for a place of your own, but nothing seemed to be quite the right fit. At this point, you figured you would probably just end up moving in with Kozik before too much longer. There were a few conversations that needed to happen before that, though, and you weren’t sure if you were quite ready to have them yet.

“Dad, you home?” you’d seen his bike in the driveway but the house was eerily quiet when you walked in.

“Yea,” he walked out of the bathroom, half of his face still splattered with shaving cream, “Everything okay?”

You laughed as you took in the way he looked, giving him a nod, “Yea, all good. Was just quiet in here. But now I see that you were very…focused.”

“It’s like sculpting The David, alright? Takes a lot of concentration.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Right. Something like that. Anyway, we still going to Gemma’s thing later?”

“Yea. I’m not getting in trouble for missing it.”

You laughed, “Figures.”

Surprisingly, Tig let you drive the both of you to Gemma’s place. Usually when you offered to drive it was met with a myriad of comments about how your driving would get the both of you killed. For some reason, though, he was feeling extra agreeable. You didn’t want to ruin it so you swiped the keys immediately and went out to the car.

When you rolled into the driveway, there were already a decent number of bikes parked out front. Your heart sped up a little bit when you spotted Kozik’s in the midst of them. You weren’t the only one who noticed, though. You heard Tig muttering something under his breath about how you can’t believe that someone invited him.

“He’s part of the club too, you know, Dad,” you said, a hint of defensiveness in your voice.

“Doesn’t mean that I gotta like him,” he responded as he stepped out of the car.

You sighed, getting out and shutting the door behind you, “Make everyone’s lives a whole lot easier if you did.”

He looked at you, eyes narrowed slightly, “Since when do you care?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off, “The less drama at family dinners, the better.”

It must’ve been a good enough excuse, because he let the topic drop. The two of you walked inside, welcomed by the sounds of a few different conversations happening throughout the house, and the smell of whatever Gemma was cooking wafting over from the kitchen. It really did feel like coming home.

You made your way around, saying hello and giving everyone a hug in greeting. You tried not to let Kozik’s embrace linger, but you had to admit that it was hard to pull away. It was getting harder and harder to keep things on the down-low with you two. You were needy and Kozik wasn’t someone that you would ever describe as particularly discreet.

“You need help with anything, Gemma?” you were scanning over everything that she had going on top of the stove and in the oven.

She took a deep breath, hands on her hips as she looked around the kitchen, “I don’t think so, sweetheart. Think we’ve got it all under control in here,” she nodded towards the cupboards, “Maybe get some plates out for me?”

You nodded, “Sure thing.”

While you were bringing the plates to the table, you could hear the murmur of conversations out in the living room. There was laughter and the clattering of beer bottles as the guys got into whatever shenanigans they had time for before the food was done. It’d been a while since everyone got together at Gemma’s, and you had to admit that it was needed.

You looked back into the kitchen and saw Kozik staring at you. You smiled, shaking your head slightly at him as you tried not to draw too much attention to it. The last thing you wanted to do was air out all of your business in the middle of Gemma’s house.

He was leaning back against the counter, watching as you gathered up silverware for the table as well. He opened his mouth to make a flirty remark, but immediately backpedaled when Tig walked into the room. He tore his eyes off of you, trying to look anywhere else.

When you came back from the table the second time, you saw that Gemma had stepped out of the kitchen. With a devious smile on your face, you grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and opened one of the pots on the stove. Gemma ran a tight ship, and that meant no sneaking any food before dinner. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

You assumed no one was watching you, Tig had his head in the fridge looking for a fresh beer bottle. You scooped a spoonful of whatever was filling the kitchen with a mouth-watering aroma. You never thought to ask Gemma what anything was—it was always good.

You blew on it, and just as you were about to take a bite Kozik spoke up, resting his hand on your arm to signal you to stop, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

You chuckled, “If you don’t snitch, Gemma won’t even know.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “It’s not that. Although…that’s another really good reason to not sneak it.”

“Why can’t I have it? Saving more for yourself?” you smiled.

His grin was contagious, “That’s a bonus, but no,” he gently took the spoon from your hands, “It’s got diary in it. It’ll make you sick.”

You groaned, hating that you were deprived of good things, “Fuck. Fine. Thanks for saving my stomach I guess.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh, “You’re welcome I guess.”

The two of you were laughing but you both stopped short when you saw the way that Tig was glaring at you, beer bottle gripped tight in his hand. His glance shifted from you over to Kozik, eyes boring into the man next to you.

“How’d you know that?”

He tried to be nonchalant about it, not wanting to pour fuel on the fire that was already set between the two of them, “Know what?”

Tig nodded towards the pot on the stove, “That that shit makes her sick.”

He’d never been good at coming up with lies on the spot, “She just, uh, I dunno. Must’ve mentioned it at some point.”

It wasn’t a convincing statement. And Tig had noticed how close the two of you stood, the way that you looked at each other. He wasn’t that oblivious. He wasn’t sure who he was more frustrated with in the moment. It was easier to be mad at Kozik, because he was always mad at him. But he couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t tell him something like this. Despite his own personal feelings, he was still your father and wanted to know what was going on with you.

Tig stepped forward, getting dangerously close to Kozik’s face, “You sleepin’ with my daughter?”

You huffed, trying to insert yourself between the two of them, “Dad, come on. We’re not doing this here.”

His eyes diverted back to you, “You didn’t think you should mention this to me at some point? How long has this shit been going on?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep things as level as possible, “I wanted to mention it, but for some reason I thought that it might not go over well.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, fingertips rapping against the neck of his beer bottle. He knew that you had a point—he didn’t exactly make himself the easiest person to talk to when it came to you dating in general, let alone dating Kozik. But still.

“Maybe that’s true,” he finally conceded.

You laughed, shaking your head. Your stubbornness was a genetic trait, “Yea. Maybe.”

His eyes searched your face for any hint of hesitation or discomfort, “He good to you?”

You nodded, not even needing a moment to think about the answer, “Of course.”

Tig gave you a slight nod before gently moving you to the side, once more getting too close for comfort to Kozik’s face, “You hurt her, it’ll be the last thing you ever fucking do. Got it?”

He nodded, wanting to force words out but not quite sure what to say, “Got it.”

“Good,” he stepped away, walking back towards the living room where the rest of the club was sitting.

You wanted to stay and enjoy the relief of not having to hide anymore, but you couldn’t. You pressed a quick kiss to Kozik’s lips before going to catch up with your dad, pulling him aside, “Hey. Thank you for, you know, not murdering him in the middle of Gemma’s kitchen.”

“The night isn’t over. There’s still time for that.”

You laughed, “Stop. He’s a good guy, Dad. I know you don’t wanna see it but—”

He cut you off, “You don’t gotta explain yourself to me. But if he fucks up I swear to god—”

“You’ll be the first to know. Promise,” you held your pinky out.

He locked his finger with yours, a smile on his face, “Good.”

You smiled, “I love you.”

He pulled you in for a hug, “I love you too.”

[threads-of-trust]

The Ending

“Oi, Putri..”

“Yes?”

“Ya run dis place, right?”

“More or less…”

“Well! Can ya make an executive fuckin’ order ta install some cell tower, now!?” Iyabo barked, raising her phone in the air in a desperate attempt to find a signal. “Urgh! Ya gotta be kiddin’, outta all te times ta get no service-!”

“Oh! I’ll check my phone!” Fay piped up, searching her pockets, fumbling but finding nothing in the end. In her other free hand was a laptop she found in her holding cell and decided to take with her, unbeknownst to Fay, Chiaki resided inside of it. Fay began to pout, leaning over to Leigh. “Pst! I can’t find my phone, do you have one…?” She asked in a whisper.

Leigh pouted sadly. “No.. I don’t have a phone…” They sniffled.

“This is horrible! We’re gonna be stuck on this shitstain of an island forever now!” Hiyoko whines with teary eyes and an upset scowl. “A-All because you idiots can’t find a phone booth!”

“You’re welcome to search for one yourself, Hiyoko.” Aditi commented, entering the scene while still carrying an unconscious Miu in her arms.

“Audi! Jesus- what the hell happened to you guys!?” Hajime asked with genuine concern, hovering next to her like an overprotective mother hen.

“Me and the robot sat down and had a wonderful game of chess…” Aditi grumbled sarcastically, whipping some blood from the corner of her mouth. “Have you found a way to return home yet?”

“Not exactly..” Finn commented gently, realizing Iyabo was in too frazzled of a state to answer properly. He was more worried about her getting too frustrated and throwing the phone in the ocean.

Angie had her hands clasped together in prayer, humming and focusing all of her energy. “Atua, if you can hear Angie now… we are in a great time of need. Could you perhaps send us a savior of sorts? Another god? A ship? Perhaps a plane?? Both! Atua says he will give us both!” She brightens.

“Oh yea? Why don’tcha ask yer god where te fuck they are then, huh!? ‘Cause ‘m not seein’ it!” Iyabo growled at the artist, who merely shrugged in response. “Can ya take this seriously!? If we don’t get outta ‘ere, we could become fuckin’ war prisoners! Do ya want that, airhead-!?”

While everyone else was bickering, Ivy had been off to the side. One arm was wrapped around her sister, who had once again gone catatonic. The other was outstretched, with her hand holding up a faintly glowing red cube. The cube spun in the air, occasionally collapsing in on itself before reforming. Then, in a flash of red, it vanished, but not before sending out something akin to a dying message. Letting her arm fall, Ivy whispered to herself.

"...I trust in you, Paff. Bring us home…"

In that exact moment a plane flew right over their heads at incredible speeds, the noise of the engine so loud that conversing was impossible for a couple of seconds, the small plane turning around and circling over the island.

“AHOYYY!” A voice called out excitedly. From the same direction the plane came from, a small ship appeared, coming directly at them. At the top a familiar man standing.

“Is everyone alright?! We’re ‘ere ta pick ya landlubbers up!” It was Drake, waving at the group with his hooked hand, grinning widely. And he came with a whole cavalry of familiar faces, all there for the rescue mission.

Aditi and Iyabo gawked at their sudden appearance, while Putri began jumping up and down violently and waving her arms. “Here!! Heeeerreeee!! You’re here!!!” She squealed happily.

“Nyahaha! You see, Atua never disappoints!” Angie proclaimed with a big smile, pointing at the crusade here to save them.

Drake grinned, yelling back: “Of course! We’ve been lookin’ fer ya the whole time!” He turned, informing his crew: “Get ready. We’re ‘bout to dock.”

The plane stopped its high circling after finally finding a nearby spot to land, probably causing a lot of commotion but at least landing smoothly, the hatch opening and revealing a very familiar pilot, taking off his helmet and jumping out, asking: “Is everyone alright?! We should leave as fast as possible!”

The boat docked successfully and Drake made his way down the bridge, ordering: “Quick, ‘fore we be spotted. We gotta set sail quickly!”

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

PROMPT

20. “Why are you crying?”

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: again my love ❤️ the first one 20.why are you crying, Angst with coco 💚☺️

Word Count: 3.5k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Warnings: this shit was painful fo' me. Feeling angst.

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes

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“Yea', she's really a nice gurl'”. Coco shrugs his shoulders, sitting in his chair in front of the bonfire, with his brothers surrounding it too. “I just met her at the market and we just were talkin'... And, man... she's da' one, I felt it, I feel it”.

It sounds like a knife ripping off your chest, opening you up, while you have to show him your fakest smile. Yes, you're happy that he finally found someone who can love him unconditionally. As you do. But without being you. Creeper and Angel have his gaze on you, sitting by Tranq' side. Your father has an arm over your shoulder, narrowing you without drawing too much attention. They know what's in your mind. They know what's inside your heart.

Coco and you have been friends for the last six years, when he joined the Mayans. You two had a special connection since the first time you crossed your gazes. He's wonderful. He has an amazing mind, full of paranoids and good advices. He's kind, funny, a born listener, empathetic and sincere. He has taught you a lot of things to face life and he always has taken care of you. As you did, with every wound, every shout, every cold, every mental break down. Together in the good times, but especially in the bad ones, when his life looks like hell, when he doesn't want anyone around, when he hate himself so much that he just wants to end with everything. You're there, holding him, loving him.

And you can't blame him for meeting the love of his life at the market. You can't blame him for not loving you back. You can't blame him for just seeing you as his best friend, as if you were one of his little sisters. And you can't even blame him because he canceled your day off together, just because he wanted to spend the sunday with her. In life, sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. 

Without a word in your lips, you get up of your chair. He doesn't even stop talking about his girlfriend, he doesn't even look at you very concentrated in telling his brothers how good was their first date. Keeping your hands inside your pockets, biting your inner lip, walking towards the clubhouse to have some minutes alone to alleviate pain. Closing the door after your steps in, you grab the Jose Cuervo and a small shot glass sitting at the table. You serve and drink, serve and drink. Six time. Six shots ripping bittersweet your throat with the tears falling down through your cheeks.

“I'm sorre'”. Angel is behind you, but you can't even turn at him.

“For what?” You shrug, unable to feel anything other than sadness.

“You know why”. Palming your head to make you get up, he adopts your position pulling you to his lap.

You can't help crying, when he wraps your waist and your arms between his, resting your body against his chest. You feel unconsolable, and you want to hate him, to stop feeling what you're feeling. But you can't. Angel caresses your arm, trying to make you feel better even if he knows he can't. Leaving a kiss on your temple, he holds you tightly with a heavy snort going out of his throat. He also doesn't know how Coco never noticed it before, it was too fucking clear.

“Hey, what's'ap? Why are you crying, mami?” The king of Rome leans towards you, bending by your side with a hand touching yours.

“No—Nothing, don' worr—worry”. You say, as the bad liar you are but used to hiding what happens. Getting up of Angel's lap and cleaning your tears, you try to smile. “Just an... exam. I thought I would get mo—more grade”.

“That's why you cry? C'mon, baby, you're the most intelligent kid on earth”. He says putting an arm on your shoulders, hugging you slightly. “Take a break, it's okay if you don' get it, you study a lot”.

“Yea', I know... I know”.

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It's been almost five months since that night. You continued acting like it didn't affect you, coming back from San Diego every weekend with the hope to share a Sunday off with him. But he started to cancel it. Coco stopped calling you everyday, as he used to, turning your talks into some random texts every two or three days, one week, two weeks, until hopefully you talked a few times a month. It was painful seeing how he was pushing you away and by one hand you understood him. But not by the other. You have been with him in his good and in his worst. Even so, you still can't blame him.

Because of that, you never came back to Santo Padre, being visited by the crew one time per week. And you, stupid, always hoping he would come. But he never did. And you know that you lost the battle his morning' birthday, when you call him to congratulate him and tell him that you had a present, and it was his girlfriend who answered the phone, telling you that he didn't want to talk to you. Your heart broke into thousand pieces, nodding in silence before hanging up. Of course, you didn't go to his party, spending the day drinking in your flat in San Diego. Maybe he finally noticed it and that's why he didn't want to have anything with you, because he didn't want to have any problems with his girlfriend. So, you just tried to understand it and giving him whatever he wanted, as you always did. Even if that was killing you slowly.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Another college year is finished, so you're coming back to Santo Padre for the summer. You have to take a deep breath, before crossing with your car the entrance of Romero and Bros. straight to the clubhouse. All the bikes are there and you feel like your heart turns when you see his. Parking next to them, you get out of your car putting well your clothes on, walking nervous towards the front door. 

The crew receive you between cheers, kisses and hugs. It's been five months and you still feeling the same pain consuming you, getting worse when you see him sitting in a corner with his girlfriend hugging him over his lap. Coco's face turns to some serious gesture, not even saying ‘hi’, ‘how are you’, nothing. Angel brings you a beer, holding your shoulders with a tattooed arm, to guide you outside towards the porch, sitting on the stairs.

“You ok?”

“Of course 'am not, but... what else I can do? I tried, Angel. I wrote him everyday, I called him, but he chose that girl. And it's okay. You don't always win”. 

“I'm sorre'bout what's happening. He also changed with me, because I told him I used to go 'see you every weekend to San Diego”.

“And why he cares?” You ask frowning, having a sip of your beer. “You're my friend. And he decided he didn't want to talk with me anymore”.

Angel turns his face towards you confused, not knowing about what you're talking about.

“He stopped calling and texting me”.

“Did he...?” Something seems not to fit.

“Yes, he did. I also called him for his birthday. I was ready to take my car and drive back here, to give him his present”. 

“Did you...?”

“The fuck is wrong with you questioning all I say?” You take off of your pocket your phone, showing him all the unanswered messages and the times you called him and he didn't answer. “See? I get it, Angel. He has a girlfriend now and he doesn't want to make her feel jealous, or... whatever. I just want him to be happy. And I'll keep myself away”.

There's something on Angel's face that you can't decipher, but he doesn't say anything. He just nod drinking of his beer.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Maybe a Mayan party is not where you want to be, but your father asked you, so did the crew. It’s been a long time since you spent some time with them, so you thought that you could make somekind of presence for one or two hours, at least. You’re sitting between your father and Angel, while the guys are talking about something that happened in the last travel they drove to Arizona. Some chairs away, in front of the bonfire Coco holds Sara above his lap with both arms wrapping his body, sharing hugs and kisses as if no one of you were there. You don’t even know why they are here, if they don’t want it. The oldest Reyes feels the tension running through your body, holding your hand and tangling his fingers with yours to raise them and kiss the back of your hand. You leave a heavy sigh flies off of your lips, supporting your head on his left shoulder, drinking the beer his offering you. 

“So, wha’bout you, guys?” Hearing the feminine voice with humorous tone, straight to you two, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

She trying pushing you into Angel, at the minimal dearly gesture between both, is something that you know would happen. And by the look he gives Sara, you know he’s about to explode. But you stop him, placing your free hand on his chest calling for his attention. You shake your head, begging in silence. But he lose his brother too. And it’s not fair.

“Yo’, my girl made a question”. Coco says then, being the flame that was missing to light the wick.

Angel leans on his chair, supporting his forearms above his lap with a petty smile on his lips. 

“Hey, Sara, let me answer you with another question”. Angel’s voice is turning to somewhat funny, enjoying the moment, even if you don’t understand what is happening. “How many (Y/N)’ texts you delete of Coco’s phone?”

Silence. All the gazes turning to her, you dying inside because of the shame and the confusion.

“The hell are you talkin’bout, man?” He asks turning at his girlfriend frowning. 

“All those nights you were fuckin’ crying as a fuckin’ child. All those nights you got drunk telling me that you gave (Y/N) the best of you fo' nothen'. All those nights blaming me for no reason. It wasn’t she. It was your girlfriend”. You can’t believe what he’s saying, leaving the beer on the floor. “(Y/N) showed me all the text she wrote you. The hanged up calls. Do you know she called you for yo' birthday? Do you remember what happened that day?”

“Wh—What?”

“He fuckin’ broke ma’ nose ‘cause he thought that I poisoned you ‘bout him. But what nobody knew is that you had called him. You answered the call, rai’, Sara? You told her that Coco didn’t want to talk her anymor’”.

“Are you fucking kiddin’ me, bitch?” Tranq is getting up of his chair, as she does. “Did you made my daughter believe that her best friend broke his heart, all this time, just because you wanted to set them apart?”

“She did ‘cause (Y/N) is in love with him since ever”.

The crew is staring at you with your gaze on your feet, biting your lower lip.

“You’ve to be kidding, papi”.

“Ask your girlfriend, man”.

Coco gets up of his chair, full of rage and wrath. Sara is sobbing trying to explain herself, but she doesn’t have any defense.

“Give me your phone”. The man walks towards you with a raised arm, and a hand waiting for it.

“I do—”.

“Give me your phone!” He shouts at you, so you give him with trembling fingers.

He unlock it having a quickly look of all the text you sent him, all the calls you made. Everything. He doesn’t know how to feel, even if he’s falling down into pieces right now, looking at you with incredulous eyes. Nobody says anything. No matter who is your father, nor if Coco is a Mayan. It’s a trouble between three people, nobody else. 

“Get the fuck outta’ my club. Go to my house. Pack your things. And leave Santo Padre before I regret letting you alive”. His voice is rough, loud and clear. A firm tone of voice that does not hesitate.

“Coco, listen…” She begs, trying to walk closer, being blocked by Angel.

“Leave”. 

You can't move a single inch seeing how Coco walks inside the clubhouse, coming back some minutes after when his, you hope, ex-girlfriend left the Mayans yard between tears, curses and yells. Your father is trying to make you feel better by leaving some caresses on your back, while the crew sighs alleviated 'cause seems like they saw her as a trouble too. The mexican offers you a hand with the other holding your phone. Tranq pushes you softly to go with him, following towards your car.

Coco drives in silence, leaving behind Santo Padre till you're close to the border. He stops on a side of the road in the middle of the desert, then he gets out of it, sitting on the hood and lighting a cigar in his lips. You can see him through the glass reading all your messages, where you told him that you were sorry for anything that could bothered him. Where you told him how much you care about him and his happiness. Where you told him that you missed him. All those messages that started talking about your days in San Diego or remembering old times, continued with you asking him to forgive you, and finished telling him that you never wanted to end like that, that you never wanted to end your friendship, believing that you were the one who fucked up the love between both. The last text was something like ‘I'll set myself apart, 'cause everything I want in life is see you being happy, no matter if you're with me or not, I have always loved you and I'll always going to do it”.

Getting out of the car, taking some time and doubting about what to do, you leave the door opened. Your feet move slowly towards him, looking how he's watching all the calls that he didn't hang up. All the calls Angel was talking about. Till the last one made in his birthday. But noticing his tears, you stop your steps. He throws away the cigar, letting go the smoke as a painful and silent howl, supporting his hands on his thighs and leaning forward.

“I'm so fuckin' sorre'”. He sobs with a broken voice, turning his gaze to you. “I'm so fuckin' sorre'”.

You can't say anything, biting your lips about to cry too.

“I left you alone. I left you alone with all this shit in yo' heart. It's feels like… I fuckin' betrayed you fo' a fuckin' pussy”. He says with a taut voice, getting up of the car to face you. “I thought you were mad at me 'cause 'her, 'cause all this time you only… wanted me for some quicklies or shit like tha', and when you lost the chance, you just left me”.

You shake your head with trembling pursed lips.

“All this time… you were in lov' with me. But why? Why you left me? Why you didn't tell me, ah?”

“You looked happy with her. And that's all I wanted, Coco. Your life has always been a tragedy, till you met her. Who was I to spoil something like that? I thought we could still being friends. I thought I could be strong enough to be her friend too, so I could stay by your side. But then… you started to pushing me away, and I'm not blaming you. She was your girlfriend and you wanted to be more time with her. So… I just kept myself in the background”.

“You didn't keep yourself in da' background. You left Santo Padre”.

“'Cause it was painful seeing how I was losing my best friend, and my fuckin' love! What the hell was I supposed to do, ah? Stay here? Trying to rebuild my fuckin' heart shattered? For what? For… maybe a gaze? Maybe a smile? It wasn't fair, Coco”.

“I was waiting ya' in my birthday. I passed all day holdin' my phone, waitin' for your call thinking you forget it 'cause your final exams”.

“I called you when I woke up. I was getting dressed to take your present and drive towards here. Then, Sara told me you didn' want to talk. So, I ju—just got drunk looking our photos, and watching our videos together, trying to figure out the point I fucked up everything”.

“You did?”

“Yea'” You nod taking your phone off of his hand to keep it in your pocket, before crossing your arms on your chest. “I never wanted to hurt you, Coco. Only made you happy”.

“You did it like shit”.

“You fuckin' broke my heart. And you also thought I just wanted your fuckin' cock, as if it is the golden one”.

“And I'm sorre'bout that. I don't wanna lose you again, (Y/N)”. He grabs your forearms, opening them to push you into his body.

Finally, after five long months, he's hugging you again. You close your arms surrounding his neck, sinking your head on it and closing your eyes to focus on his smell and his heartbeat. You're feeling how the pain is fading as he holds you tighter, leaving some kisses on your head.

“I missed you so fuckin' much, mami. So fuckin' much”. He whispers, making you cry softly. “I love you. I need you. Living without you has been an agony. I'm so sorre'bout the shit I made you, I never meant to do'et”.

“It's okay, Coco…” You mutter pulling him away, putting your hands inside the pockets of your jeans.

“No, it's not. Don'... Don' do that again. Shout at me, mami, tell me tha' I'm an asshole, a shithead… Whateva'. Why aren' you angry?”

“'Cause sadness won that battle. I just kept the good feelings about you, even if I was fuckin' sad trying to type your number by heart, to call you again even if you weren't gonna answer”.

“I love you, (Y/N). I've always don'it. And I just… feel fuckin' stupid. But this is not gonna happen again, you hear me? No secrets, no hiding feelings. Tell me you're gonna stay, please”.

You nod in silence, confused about how you should feel right now. He takes the step placing both hands on your neck, pulling you closer so he can kiss you. You've been waiting for this almost seven years and you can't believe it's already happening. Tangling your fingers on his black flannel shirt, you take some air by your nose, moving your lips has he does in a lovely and softly way. He tastes like tequila, you taste like beer and it's the perfect combination, drowning a low gasp on his mouth when his tongue sneaks into your finding your saliva and your own tongue. Bristling your skin, he lifts you up after his hands travels to your thighs to sit you on the Mustang' hood.

“My fuckin' mami, all mine”. He sighs resting his forehead on yours with closed eyes, and your legs wrapping his waist. “Shit, I'm fuckin' in love with ya' since ever. 'Amma fuckin' idiot”.

You don't want him to continue apologizing for something that it was out of your hands, pressing your lips against his again. The tip of your tongue caresses them, kissing every single inch wanting to make him feel better. You know the nightmare is over, feeling how life comes back to you, feeling the butterflies and the tickles in your stomach being under his tattooed arms.

“We were on a party, you rememba'?” He asks pulling you away to regain his air.

“You wanna com'back?”

“Just to have some tequila and go home with you”.

[knives-out20]

Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 4

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, SELF HARM, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,

Notes: Welcome to Part 4! The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) references ahead. Karmel’s hair tied up looks like this, for future reference:

Karmel adjusted his tie as he walked down the plane aisle, Erik in front of him, buttoning up a blue shirt. "I always knew I left a tie at Charles' mansion" he groaned, flattening it down. Karmel pulled his suspenders up and over his shoulders, Erik reaching for a newspaper on the table in front of Logan.

Logan's claws shot out, landing on the newspaper so that Erik wouldn't read it.

Karmel instantly grew his thorny vines out, aimed at Logan.

"Karmel." Erik softly called.

Karmel groaned, reeling his vines back into his body- but slowly. He followed Erik further down the plane, the man calling "imagine if they were metal" over to Logan.

Erik sat down on a long seat that had its back against the side of the plane. He pulled Karmel down to sit beside him, draping an arm around the blond's shoulders.

Karmel leaned his head on his hand, glancing over at Logan when Erik asked him a question.

"Where did they dig you up?" Erik asked, not looking over at Logan, but clearly aiming the question over at him.

"You're gonna find this hard to believe, but, uh..." Logan started, leaning forward in his seat. "You sent me. You and Charles, from the future."

Erik looked over at Logan, clearly confused. He crossed one leg over the other.

Before Karmel could ask about his own whereabouts, the plane took off. He leaned his head on Erik's shoulder, who only pulled him closer. To Karmel, one of the best feelings in the world was having Erik's arm around him. Or both of Erik's arms. Either way made him just as content.

Erik and Karmel felt Charles' eyes on them, but took on the responsibility of not giving Charles the satisfaction of looking right back at him. 

Erik leaned down, to whisper to Karmel. "You feel him, too?"

Karmel nodded slightly. "It's fuckin’ weird. Can you say something-?"

Erik nodded back. "How did you lose them?" He asked Charles, still not making eye contact.

"The treatment for my spine affects my DNA" Charles answered, Karmel being the first to look at him.

"You sacrificed your powers so you could walk?" Karmel questioned.

"I sacrificed my powers so that I could sleep."

Karmel sat up straight, reaching a hand up to hold Erik's fingers. He did so in a way where two fingers gripped Erik’s, the others holding onto the cuff of his sleeve. This way, Karmel’s wrapped-up arm wouldn’t be exposed and questioned. He didn’t wanna talk about that right now. Or ever, if possible.

"What do you two know about it?"

"We've lost my fair share" Erik admitted.

"Ha" Charles sarcastically laughed. "Dry your eyes, you two. It doesn't justify what you've done" he shook his head.

Erik shook his head in return. "You have no idea what we've done."

"I know that you've took the things that mean the most to me" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"Well maybe you should've fought harder for them."

"If you want a fight, Erik, I will give you a fight!" Charles exclaimed, Erik and him standing up in unison.

"Sit down!" Logan called.

Karmel gestured a hand at Logan, "let him come" he muttered.

Charles gripped Erik's shirt. "You abandoned me, both Karmel and you! You took her away, and you abandoned me!"

"Abandoned you?" Karmel snapped, glaring at Charles. "You TOLD me to go with Erik, remember, numb-nuts? You gave me that 'go, it's what you want' bullshit that nudged me over the edge, to Erik!"

"Angel," Erik started to list off. "Azazel. Emma." He continued, everyone on board noticing how the plane started to rock a bit. 

"Erik..." Karmel softly called, gaze melting down when it landed on him.

"Banshee. Mutant brothers and sisters, all dead! Do you know how many times I almost lost K-Karmel, too?" Erik's voice rose, Charles letting go of him as the plane started to dip. "Countless others, experimented on" he added, cups and plates crashing to the ground when the plane tilted."Butchered!"

"Erik!" Hank called from the cockpit, Karmel steadily standing up.

"Where were you, Charles? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you? Hiding, you and Hank! Pretending to be something you're not!" Erik went off, Karmel catching himself onto the first thing he could grab, to keep standing.

"Erik-" Karmel called, placing his hand on Erik's shoulder. "Erik, please" he pleaded, grip tightening a bit. 

And that's what shut him off. Hearing Karmel's voice, feeling Karmel's touch, that's what calmed him down. "You...Abandoned us all, Karmel and myself included" he exhaled, the plane wobbling back to normal. Erik looked down, panting gently before locking eyes with Karmel.

Karmel cupped his cheeks, Erik’s entire body facing him. "Focus on me, okay? Focus on me, my eyes, my voice, okay, Erik?" He quietly instructed, looking Erik up and down. "Deep breaths, alright, honey? In...and out...In...and out, just like you told me" Karmel repeated, watching Charles retreat into the cockpit. "I'm here, Erik. I'm alive. I'm still with you" he mumbled, patting Erik's cheek.

Erik softened into the touch, taking the deep breaths Karmel told him to do.

"So you were always an asshole" Logan noted, the comment directed at Erik. ”And you were always...quirky” he added, a lost gaze caught onto Karmel.

“I wouldn’t call myself ‘quirky’, but there is definitely something wrong with me” Karmel agreed.

Erik's eyes left Karmel's and locked with Logan's. "I take it we're best buddies in the future" he scoffed, sarcasm dripping with every word.

Logan grinned, looking up at the pair. "I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down, bub."

"How does that work out for you?" Karmel egged Logan on, arms wrapping around Erik in a tight, loving hug. 

"You're like me, both of you. You're survivors" Logan tilted his head, looking at the mess Erik made. "You wanna pick all that shit up?"

Erik raised his eyebrows, turning around to look at what he had done.

Karmel pulled away from Erik, balling his hands into fists. Vines shot out from his body and wrapping around every discarded piece of furniture he saw. Karmel lifted them all up and put them back where they originally were. He was desperate to ask Logan about himself, but held off from it. The idea of the future being a surprise felt fun. And normal.

***

It was night time. Charles was back where he was seated earlier, and Karmel lay across where Erik and him sat earlier.

Only this time, Karmel was fast asleep. A gin bottle was loosely gripped in his hand, thankfully closed so that it didn't spill anywhere. Erik tied up Karmel’s hair earlier, so it wouldn’t disrupt him in his sleep.

Logan hadn't moved an inch. He stared down at Karmel; so this is the esteemed Karmel J. Rosenstein, huh? Erik's one and only, Erik's ride or die, Magneto's dearest Climber. 

An alcoholic, orphaned bisexual with unapologetic anger issues and daddy’s ugly ties. What a guy.

Logan listened to Karmel's soft snores, wondering what it was that Erik saw in this guy. He took in the fact that first impressions happened to be rough. Maybe later on, he'll catch a glimpse of what Erik sees.

Erik walked down the aisle, holding a chess board in his hands. He stopped in front of Charles, putting it down on the table in front of him. "Fancy a game? It's been a while."

Charles drank from his glass, looking up at Erik. "I'm not in the mood for games, thank you."

Erik poured himself a glass. "I haven't had a real sip in ten years...neither has Karmel. Coincidence you had some gin lying around, hmm?" He inquired, eyebrows raising.

Charles gulped. "I like gin."

"Certainly not enough to keep a bottle of it on a plane, yea? Unopened, at that" Erik pointed out, turning to look at Karmel.

Logan caught the smile Erik grew when his eyes landed on Karmel. It's how Logan himself looked at Jean...No, it wasn't even close to that. It was far from that. Man, Erik is whipped. Logan held back a chuckle- the Erik in his future still smiles like that when Karmel's the center of attention in any way, shape, or form.

Charles followed Erik's gaze. "I see your feelings haven't changed, hmm?"

"Haven't budged a bit" Erik nodded, turning back to Charles. He sat on the arm of the long seat Karmel slept on, slowly drinking from his glass.

“His hair’s grown.”

“Karmel having longer hair than you, that’s a sight I never thought I’d see” Erik exhaled through his nose. ”Looks quite nice though, doesn’t it?”

“Not what I’m used to...” Charles shrugged, eyes falling on Karmel’s arms. ”What happened to his arms?” He asked stiffly. 

Erik set his jaw. ”That...” He started, a helpless look overtaking those beautiful eyes of his. ”I’ve had the misfortune of being asleep in our cell, while Karmel was wide awake. Left alone to his devices.”

Charles gulped, nodding.

"Karmel has secrets he doesn’t want to tell me. And I wish he would.” Erik’s tone was low, gentle. It was as if Karmel was still awake and he didn’t want Karmel to hear him.

Charles’ gaze diverged over to Karmel. He still didn’t want to get inside Karmel’s head, never again, at that.

“We didn't kill the President" Erik confessed, reaching a hand down and curling his fingers around Karmel's; like a baby, Karmel's grip on Erik's fingers automatically tightened.

"The bullet curved, Erik."

"Because we were trying to save him. Karmel volunteered to use his vines to grab it, but...that would've exposed us" he corrected. "They took us out before either of us could save him."

"Why would you try and save him?"

"Because he was one of us."

Charles' expression changed for a second, before he coldly scoffed, looking up.

Erik's expression didn't change. He was dead serious.

Charles shook his head, "you must think me so foolish. We've always said they would come after us."

"I never imagined they'd use Raven's DNA to do it."

"When did you last see her?"

Erik clicked his tongue, standing back up and moving to sit in front of Charles. "The day Karmel and I left for Dallas."

"How was she?"

"Strong, driven."

"How was...he?" Charles inquired, eyes trailing over to Karmel.

"Protective, actually. Karmel is tender...Karmel is beautiful. Though if I tell him, he’d say I’m such a liar. Karmel is...Karmel is a mystery- Kamel is not a nobody, though.” Erik shook his head.

"Erik. How was he?"

Erik opened his mouth, thinking. "He was...we are..." He shook his head, smiling. "I love him, Charles. I really don’t know what else you want me to say, or expect me to say. You watched me slowly fall for him, all those years ago, and I still am, to this day. You should be proud of Raven, though, Charles. She's out there fighting for our cause-"

"Your, cause" Charles cute him off. "The girl I raised, she was not capable of killing-"

"You didn't raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever, that's why she left."

"Karmel and her left because you got inside their heads."

"Don't bring Karmel into this. You know as well as I do that his morals struck closer to mine than yours, from the moment you met him" Erik pointed a finger at Charles. "And besides, that's not my power. Karmel made a choice, she made a choice."

"But now we know where Raven’s choice leads, don't we?" Charles inquired. "She's going to murder Trask, they're going to capture her, and then they're going to wipe us out."

"Not if we get to her first" Erik claimed. "Not if we change history tomorrow..."

Charles stayed silent.

"I'm sorry, Charles...For what happened, I..." Erik looked down at the table. "I truly am." He apologized, looking up at Charles with puppy dog eyes he copied off of Karmel.

Charles threw back the rest of his drink. "It's been a while since I've played" he cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat.

Erik sighed silently. "I'll go easy on you. Might finally be a fair fight" he chuckled.

"You have the first move."

Erik looked down at the board, moving his first piece with his mutation. He kept his eyes on Charles, immediately standing up and turning to face Logan. Erik used his mutation to point a fork at Logan, "what do you think you're doing?" He hissed.

Logan was knelt down by Karmel, dangerously close to his arm. He raised an eyebrow and froze, looking up at Erik. "I got...instructed, by you in the future. To go see a friend of Karmel's and grab something for him."

"Grab what?" Erik pressed.

Logan gestured down to his hands. He held a brown, braided leather bracelet with a silver, metal clasp.

Erik's breathing calmed. "His bracelet...We haven't seen it in ten years."

"Or those?" Logan asked, gesturing to an old belt that lay across Karmel's waist, along with a black leather jacket he had draped over Karmel, as a makeshift blanket. "Some blue-haired kid, he's kickin' it at Karmel's place. Kept this stuff for him while you and Karmel were locked up. Future-you demanded for me to get these for him, both of these" he explained, clasping the bracelet around Karmel's left wrist. "What's with the hissy-fit, huh? They're clothing accessories."

Erik licked his lips. "I gave him that bracelet shortly after I met him, it was a gift. That belt belonged to Karmel's uncle. It's a long story, but, uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you for listening to me. These mean a lot to Karmel."

Logan nodded, "you can fix up Karmel's belt. Future-you would've killed me for so much as looking at him the wrong way" he joked.

Erik nodded, walking over and sliding the belt onto Karmel's pants. "Blue hair, blue hair...Grimm" he quickly connected.

"Grimm" Charles repeated from behind Erik, in an airy tone. "What a wonder."

"Hey, didn't you-" Erik turned back around once the belt was successfully on, but he quickly caught the 'don't' look that flashed across Charles' face. He nodded. "Sorry."

Charles waved his hand dismissively. "No, that's alright. It was for the best, for him."

Erik nodded, looking down at Karmel. His knuckles grazed Karmel's cheek, the blond shifting where he lay. Erik couldn't imagine breaking up with Karmel- it was unheard of.

[lokiandbuckyaremine]

Love At First Sight

Prompt:  I was wondering If you are could you maybe do one where you meet Chris Evans randomly but you have a boyfriend. The relationship is a little rocky and your not sure where you see things going but you give some thought to trying things out with Chris? ~ Requested by @devancarter

(Am taking requests)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mention of abusive/controlling relationship, BUT FLUFFY GOODNESS with America’s Ass. ;) 

There you were.....standing in line at Starbucks waiting for your order to be called. On your one day off, you got stuck in the rush hour of the beautiful San Diego streets. Perfect. Checking your phone to see if you had any texts, you noticed that you had 3 missed calls from your boyfriend. Sighing and rolling your eyes, you tucked your phone away and continued to stare at the baristas behind the counter.

You heard the cafe door open and didn’t bother to look behind you. Just as you were about to step forward, you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Excuse me, Miss? Did you order already?” You turned around and came face to face with the most handsome man you have EVER seen before. Reality smacked you hard and you could feel your throat clam up. “Oh...uh. Yea, yes I did. Sorry.” The man smiled at you and you swear you could’ve melted in your boots. “That’s ok, ma’am. Just didn’t know if this was the order or waiting line. Seems like every place I go is so damn busy.” 

You scoffed. “Oh yea! I’ve been waiting here for 15 min for a frikin iced coffee. My ONE day off, and I spend it in line, at Starbucks, in back of an old lady that stinks of floral perfume.” The handsome stranger gave you a loud laugh and stuck out his hand. “Name’s Chris. It seems like we are going to get to know one another quite well at the rate this line is movin.” You shook his hand proudly. “Name’s y/n. And I definitely won’t be upset with that.” You winked and gave him a warm smile. 

You and Chris continued to make small talk for what seemed like hours, but were interrupted by the barista. “Order for Y/N!” You turned to Chris and shrugged. “Guess that’s me. Be right back.” Chris smiled at your flustered yet cute attitude in the way you walked away. Grabbing your iced coffee, you nodded at the barista and walked back to Chris. “This damn drink better be fresh and done right after all that waiting.” He chuckled and peered down at your cup. “Jesus, do you have any coffee with your mocha?!” You playfully smacked him earning a toothy grin. “As a matter of fact, sir, I happen to love mocha in my coffees and yes, it’s amazing.”

Getting to know this stranger somehow made you feel relieved. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you felt as though you’ve know Chris your entire life. Maybe it was his soft blue eyes, or the way his hair was tucked in the ball cap he was wearing. With the crap your boyfriend was putting you through, Chris was definitely your knight in shining armor.

“Hey Sweet Tooth, want to grab a table with me?” Your thoughts were interrupted by the cute man holding out his arm for you to take. You blushed and took his offer, as you two found a booth. “Ya know, I think you’re the only person I’d allow to call me that.” Taking his hat off, Chris nodded to your comment. “Well then I consider myself a lucky guy.” As soon as you took in his unhidden look, you gasped out loud. Chris raised his eyebrow and wore a very puzzled look on his face. 

Blushing even harder now, you scooched away from him. “No wonder I thought you were so damn sexy, you’re Chris fuckin Evans from the Marvel movies. Oh geez. I’m so so embarrassed right now.” Chris clutched his chest (as usual) and roared in laughter. “Darlin, why you embarrassed? Oh god, you’re too cute.” You laughed nervously and peered up at him. “If I had realized who you were, I wouldn’t have acted all goofy and weird and well...me. I would’ve presented myself in a more cool manner.” He shook his head and reached over to graze your hand. “Hey, you are the most real person I’ve met in a long time. And didn’t freak out because I’m a ‘hot shot’ celebrity. Plus, you’re adorable and I am so glad I ran into you.” 

You smiled at Chris and grabbed his hand back. Realizing the amount of flirting you were doing, you ripped your hand away and shook your head. Chris was taken back by this and concern filled his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make a move so quickly. I just really like you.” You half smiled and felt the sting of tears brim in your eyes. “Oh, it’s not that. I really like you too, but I’m going through a really bad relationship right now.” 

HIs demeanor changed, almost in a protective way. “Want to talk about it? If you don’t want to, I get it.” Feeling more relaxed that someone actually cared about you, you moved closer to Chris and sunk in the booth. “I don’t mind. I’ve been dating this guy, Neil, for 5 years now. We used to be so close and in love, but his father had passed away and he got into drinking. He’s been a monster ever since. Abusing me in every way possible. We’ve broken up numerous times, but there’s still something holding us together and I can’t figure it out.” Chris took a sip of his drink and glanced at you. “Maybe it’s love?” You sarcastically laughed and wiped away a lone tear. “No fuckin way. With the amount of times he has called me terrible things, smacked me around, and cheated....there ain’t any love there.”

Chris tightened his grip on his cup. “He hurt you? Like physically beat you?” More tears were forming as you flashback to the times Neil hurt you. “Yes, several times. He even has my location 24/7 so that I won’t go too far and leave him. I finally broke and left town to go to a Starbucks and he’s been non stop texting and calling me.” Chris just shook his head and placed his arm around you. “Y/n, you seriously have to leave this guy. A one of a kind girl like you deserves so much more than that douchebag smacking you around. I know we just met, but in no way does an amazing girl like you deserve a man like that. You need someone who will appreciate you, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you like, and how bubbly you are.”

You sat there in awe, that Captain fuckin America, was gushing over you in the middle of Starbucks. “Thank you, Chris. You have no idea what this means to me.” Chris smiled at you, and his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips. “Pardon me for asking, but do you think it would be inappropriate for me to kiss you right now?” You giggled at his child-like shyness and bit your lip. “A kiss from Captain America? You sure Peggy would approve?” You winked at him and grabbed his face. “You’re an exception, doll.”

Chris moved in slowly and caught your lips in a sweet but hungry kiss that nearly took your breath away. You pulled away and opened your eyes slowly to see that his gorgeous blue ones were staring right back at you. “I don’t know who or where this man is, but I want to protect you. And most of all, if it’s ok with you, I’d really like to take you out on a date.”

You smirked and slipped his arm around your waist. “I think that might just be the best idea you’ve had in a while, Cap.” He smiled back at you and took your face to press another blissful kiss to your lips, definitely attracting attention to the two of you. But who cared.....you were Captain America’s girlfriend now. ;)

A/N: Yay!!!! Hope you all like my FIRST Chris Evans one shot. Just a cute little thing ;) Feel free to comment and reblog too!

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AM Conversations : chapter 47

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- note for this chapter: simple chapter, i know. i tried to make it more dramatic but i love them and i like when theyre happy lol. it gets worse in the next chapters tho. :X btw, sorry for this very bad chapter.

PLEASE, i would love to know what you think about Louis and Olivia’s relationship/friendship or what you want to happen or expect to happen to them. he’ll be a LOT more present in the next few chapters so i really need to know.

no request for this chapter! some planned for the next :)

Chapter 47 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I kept looking at the time on my phone and my leg wouldn't stop shaking. It's only when Louis put his hand on one of my knees that I looked up but even his warm and compassionate smile couldn't stop stress from invading me.

"Don't worry, he'll be there soon."

I sighed but sent him a smile anyway as I looked around the living room. I had invited home a lot of Niall's friends for his birthday and had imagined a nice evening with cake, beer and games but it was already late and he wasn't home yet. He knew I had prepared that since he was very busy these days and I wanted to make sure he'd be there but even if he had promised, he was extremely late. In fact, the word 'late' didn't really apply anymore. I would have used the word 'absent' instead.

Everyone was having fun anyway, chatting and drinking, but I couldn't seem to let go and when the clock told me it was 2am, I knew it was over. My gaze moved on the pile of gifts waiting for him and I just closed my eyes, swallowing hard. His friends started to leave one by one, first with Julie and Liam, followed by Harry and his girlfriend and after half an hour, I watched Louis close the door behind Willie. As soon as it was only us two, I quickly broke into tears and Louis ran to me, catching me before I let myself fall completely on the living room floor.

"Hey, hey, it's okay darling." he whispered near my ear, helping me sit on the couch before I brought my legs up and close to my body. "You know it's because he's busy right?"

I moved away from him, suddenly a bit mad, and sent him a frown.

"I don't give a fuck!" I just let out, feeling my heart beat hard and fast against my rib cage. "I told him, I asked him a million times, and he promised, Louis! He promised!"

I thought he would get annoyed but instead, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. I started crying again, the sound of my sobs muffled by his sweatshirt. He didn't say a word and I was so thankful that he stayed that I just closed my eyes and tried to focus on the beating of his heart to calm down. It took a few minutes but it finally worked and I moved away from him, wiping my tears and placing my hair behind my ears while I sniffed.

"It's not the first time, you know." I pointed out, raising my eyebrows and looking down at my fingers playing with my mood ring. "He's been canceling plans for a few weeks now. I'm just so tired and I miss him. And this time he promised."

"I know darling, I know."

"The truth is, i've never felt so alone." I admitted, feeling my heart break more. "I mean don't take it personal, no offense, I know we hang out and text and shit, but everything is so different without Niall."

"None taken." he said in a very low tone. "I know exactly what you mean."

I looked up in his eyes and I could read how hurt he was. I knew how much he missed Eleanor and how he still loved her and I was not really sure why he didn't just call her and tell her that this breakup was a mistake.

"I know you do."

He sent me a sad smile and brought one of his hands to my cheek, running his thumb under my eye to catch the tears and wipe them off.

"I'm sure he'll have a good reason." he added, making me close my eyes and sigh.

It took an other hour until I heard the key in the lock. Louis and I had turned the lights off to watch a movie but we both fell asleep on it. The screen was blue for some odd reason and the sound of my boyfriend walking in woke me up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes with a frown. His lips curled slightly when our eyes met but I felt my heart shatter at his sight.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up, thought you'd be in bed, it's over 3am."

My lips parted and I saw him turn his head, his eyes falling on the pile of gifts. I saw his traits change as he looked around the room noticing the glasses and the food and after a few seconds, he closed his eyes and sight low.

"Oh my god, you forgot." I pointed out as I got up.

I could feel myself getting mad but after a few seconds I realized that I was not angry. I was sad and disappointed.

"You fuckin' forgot." I repeated slightly louder.

"What? No..."

"Don't lie to me, Niall!" I cut him, frowning more. "I can read your facial expressions better than your own mother."

By then it was impossible for Louis to still be asleep but I didn't look back to confirm it. All I could do was stare at my boyfriend, my lips parted as I tried to keep the tears in again. After a while, he gave in and took his cap off, throwing it on the couch before passing his hand in his hair. I looked at him as the lights from cars outside illuminated his face, and beyond the anger or the sadness, I felt the need and love I had for him overpass everything else. I knew he was busy, and I did understand why, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel like I was losing him slowly.

"I'm sorry Olivia, I really am."

"Everyone was here, we all took time for you Niall, and you weren't there. We didn't even cross your mind of all fucking night."

I wanted him to say it wasn't true, that he at least had thought about me, but instead, he groaned low and let both his arms fall on each side of his body.

"I said I was sorry I mean, what else do you want me to do?"

"That doesn't mean that I have to be fine with it and get over it immediately." I pointed out, making him close his eyes again.

"Look, we can talk about it tomorrow okay? I just want my bed right now."

I knew he was exhausted and so was I, and I knew he didn't want to have this conversation but I couldn't help it. I felt a hand on my lower back and turned around quickly only to see Louis sending me a look that seemed to tell me to relax and I sighed low.

"Yea i'm tired too, i'll leave you guys." he walked to Niall and sent him a smile. "Happy birthday, Neil."

They hugged and I crossed my arms on my chest, waiting until Louis was gone, but when Niall turned to me again, I knew the discussion was over.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

He walked past me and brushed his fingertips on my arm, giving me a small shiver. I didn't move at all and when he was almost in the hall, he turned to me and frowned.

"You comin'?" he asked again, raising his eyebrows.

Every time he touched me, I felt something electric cross my entire body. I didn't care if it was cheesy, it was still the truth. I thought the feelings Niall gave me when we were not dating were intense but now that we were together, it was even worse. I never really believed what I read in books about the chemistry two persons could have, or how special a connection with someone could be, but now that I was living it, I wondered how I could live if I ended up losing him. I just didn't want to think about it.

"Maybe I should sleep at my place for tonight."

"You're not serious." he just let out with a frown, shaking his head a bit. "It's officially been my birthday for a few hours, I don't want you to leave."

"Yea and everyone was ready to party for you on a monday night. It only missed you."

He sighed and brought his hand to his face, moving his thumb and forefinger over both his eyes, rubbing them. I didn't know if it was just tiredness or if it was annoyance but I guessed on a bit of both.

"Please, darling, please stay."

I knew it bothered him that I had kept my apartment even if I spend all my time with him. Almost all my clothes and stuff were in his house and I knew most of my drawers were empty at my place but it didn't matter. I couldn't get myself to get rid of my lease and be fully in his house. I also had a hard time to call it my house and I really had no idea why.

"Please." he repeated.

He blinked a few times but his eyes met mine and he took a step closer. I licked my lips, well aware that he wanted to make a comment about the fact that I still had my apartment. I knew he wouldn't though, and not only because he was tired. It was mostly because his priority was to make me stay the night, and not to start a new argument between us.

"I'm still mad." I let out.

"I know."

He reached his arm out, holding his palm up and I just stared at it for a few seconds. It was a lie, I was not mad, but I was hurt. He had canceled so many plans, texted for rain checks several times a week and even left me by myself at the restaurant or the movies a few times. I knew he was working on a few songs and could spend a lot of time recording until it was exactly what he wanted, but it scared me because I knew the worst was to come. He would have to promote his song and go to interviews. I didn't even want to think about when he'd be ready to get an album out and go on tour, it was too much stress and it was useless for now.

I reached for his hand and quickly but gently, his fingers wrapped around mine. He pulled me with him to our room and when I closed the door behind him, I felt his arms around my waist. I turned around and took a step back as he took one forward. I felt my back press against the door and tilted my head, the left corner of my lips raising up.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to make you sad."

I was happy he didn't try to justify himself and I nodded slowly. My eyes fluttered close when I saw him move closer and his lips pressed softly against mine.

"Thanks so much for staying." He whispered against my mouth.  "Can I hold you against me all night?"

                                                      ---

"Why did you bring me here, Niall?"

It was tuesday afternoon and I was still tired. It felt like I hadn't slept at all the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and even if I felt like I should get over it, and wanted to get over it, I couldn't seem to.

"I just want to make you happy." he shrugged a shoulder as he pulled on my arm to enter the mall. "I remember you wanted a new game right? Mario something? And you mentioned a pair of earrings you thought were pretty, I remember. Also we can get take out from that thai restaurant you like, and I was thinking-"

I stopped walking and shook my head, cutting him before he could add anything. My fingers slid on his and my arm fell on my side.

"What are you trying to do, Niall?"

He walked closer to me and put his hands in his pockets.

"Are you trying to make me forgive you for last night?" he didn't answer and I knew I was right. "I don't want your money Niall. I don't want gifts and jewels and food. I want to spend time with you. I want you to keep your promises. You can't just buy forgiveness."

His face changed and he looked down.

"You want to make me happy?" I asked with an amused smile, raising my eyebrows.

His eyes met mine and he frowned, clearly unsure of what I had planned but I just grabbed his hand and brought him with me.

"Oh god." he whispered when he realized what I wanted to do, making me laugh even more.

I pulled on his arm to get him in the photo booth with me as he tried to get money from his pocket and I jumped slightly on my seat, pressing my lips together to hide my smile.

"You are a child." he let out, putting his change in the machine.

"Take that damn cap off!" I let out, grabbing it and taking it off his head and ignoring his comment just as the first click was heard.

We both turned to each other and started laughing as the second click happened and when he yelled "grimace!", I pulled my tongue out and crossed my eyes until the third picture was taken.

"Come here."

Gently but quickly, he cupped my face and moved closer. I felt his warm palms on my cheeks and closed my eyes when his lips reached mine. I knew the fourth picture was taken but I brought my hand on top of his and deepened the kiss.

"I did forget and i'm so sorry." he whispered against my mouth before kissing me deeply again. "I'm just so busy  I mean, my schedule is so hectic."

I sighed and pulled away, a bit annoyed that unlike the night before, he was trying to justify himself. Of course, i knew he was busy and I understood. I just felt neglected and even if I knew it was a bit selfish, I couldn't help it. I didn't answer him and just got out of the booth, taking the pictures who were already printed and looked at them. I smiled when I realized he was making an exaggerated surprised face on the first one and chuckled when I saw us laugh in the second one. The way he looked at me made my heart twist in my chest until I felt a presence behind me.

"The second one is nice." he pointed out as if he was reading my mind before pointing the last one, moving his arm over my shoulder. "I'm sorry i'm hiding almost all your face with my hands on this one."

My lips curled in a soft smile as my eyes were glued to the picture. I thought it made the picture even better. The way his hands were pressed on my face and how I could still feel the tip of his fingers behind my ears and on my neck made a shiver cross my back.

"Don't be. That's just how you kiss." I admitted, pressing my lips together. "I love it."

We remained a few seconds in silence, just staring at the pictures of us in my hands, and he finally took a step back and sighed.

"Okay, let's go eat."

I turned to him and raised my eyebrows but he just sent me a smile.

"I'm not doing that to be forgiven, i'm just starving." he shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. "Besides, i'm not letting you pick the restaurant. I may even give you the bill."

I laughed and pushed on one of his shoulders gently, making him chuckle too.

"Fine, let's do that." I agreed. "I just got paid this morning. My dad was a bit late on my last pay."

"I was kiddin', there's no way i'm letting you pay anything."

I started laughing and shook my head before raising my eyebrows.

"We'll see who gets the bill first!"

                                                 ---

I thought things would get better but they didn't. I just lied in bed, my eyes wide open and all alone for the fifth night in a row. I knew he was getting prepared to put one of his songs out in a few days and I was aware of how excited he was. Niall was also a perfectionist and I knew he wouldn't come home until it was exactly what he had imagined but for some reason I didn't understand, I always felt nervous when he was not around.

I heard the front door open and it took less than a minute until he was undressed and laying in bed with me. I felt him turn around my way and sigh, probably thinking I was asleep. He moved one of his arms around my waist and pulled me closer with a groan, nuzzling on my nape, and I brought my hand over his slowly.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I wasn't asleep."

I felt him tense and he remained silent for a while until I heard his soft voice again.

"Why not?"

I didn't want to make him feel guilty by telling him that I felt stressed when he wasn't home. That I felt alone and lonely, that I felt sad and bad in general. Instead, I grabbed his fingers and squeezed them hard.

"Can you come home for lunch tomorrow?"

The room fell silent again and I held my breath until he talked.

"Dinner?" he negotiated. I could easily imagine his eyebrows raised and his puppy face. "I could do dinner."

"Be there at 6pm." I just replied, feeling his grip tighten around me and his lips leaving a small kiss on the back of my neck, making goosebumps appear.

"I promise on my life."

I knew he'd be there. Not only because he had disappointed me on his birthday but also because I had made sure he put 5 alarms on his phone. I left the sliding door half opened to hear him walk in and when he shouted "Hello?" and closed the door behind himself, I felt my lips curl. I remained sort-of hidden on the patio and glanced inside to see him frown as he read the paper I had left.

'It's a watergun fight. If I win you owe me a whole day with only me and your phone off. Good luck!'

I saw his lips curl and he chuckled low before looking up.

"What if I win?" he yelled loud enough to make sure I would hear since he had no idea where I was.

I watched him put the paper down and his hand reached for the neon green and flashy orange gun I had left for him. I moved out of his sight and leaned against the wall of the house.

"You won't win, Horan!"

He laughed. "But let's say I do. Then you'll spend a whole afternoon playing golf with me."

I grimaced painfully and leaned my head on the wall a bit too roughly, hurting me slightly.

"You're being unfair!" I yelled again. "Spending time with me is fun. Spending a whole afternoon hitting on tiny rubber balls is not!"

"You overestimate how entertaining you are." he let out, making me frown. I was pretty sure his voice sounded closer than it did before. "And you underestimate how incredible golf is."

"Okay then but if I win, I get to choose what we do and you can't complain."

"Deal."

I heard footsteps and my lips curled into a smirk. Either way, I was going to spend time with him and it's all I really cared about. I missed him more than I could explain and spending a few hours sleeping next to him every day was clearly not enough.

"How do we decide who wins?"

"By who's wetter." I explained, still smiling in an amused way.

"Then i'll win, you can't aim to save your life."

Without thinking, I turned around and moved in front of the sliding door, tilting my head with a smirk, my gun pointing at him. He was right in front of me, very close and aiming at me too, but I just bit my bottom lip.

"There's just one thing you should have asked yourself."

"What's that?" he frowned, suddenly suspicious at how confident I was.

"'Why is my gun so light?'"

His face changed in a fraction of second and when he tried to shoot at me, he realized I hadn't filled it with water. I didn't waste any time and took a shot. He closed his eyes and let out a curse word as I started laughing and ran down the stairs to get into the backyard. I hid away again, knowing he was filling his gun and when he appeared and walked down the stairs slowly, I held my breath.

"I hope you enjoyed that." he let out louder, holding his gun on his shoulder. "T'was the only shot at me you'll get today!"

I aimed at him again but my stream didn't reach him and he turned to me, sending me a smirk.

"Shit!" I let out before running away.

I kept looking back, trying to shoot him but he had better reflexes than me and I missed every time. On the other hand, he hit me many times and I could feel my hair and shirt completely wet, sticking to my back. I ran quick enough to hide again but this time, I stayed curled up next to the patio and waited for him to appear. His eyes roamed around the backyard and I stared at his back and down his pants to make sure he hadn't kept his phone on him. I breathed in and got up quickly, running to him. He turned around just in time to know exactly what I was doing but didn't have time to stop me. I pushed him slightly and watched his arms move in circles as he tried to get his balance back without success and finally fell in the pool.

I was a bit surprised by my own audacity and it's only when his head emerged from the water that I realized I was still holding my breath. He moved his hair out of his face and my heart skipped a beat at how hot he was. His gun was floating, drifting away from him slowly and my lips curled.

"I won." I let out with a shrug. "You're wetter than me. In fact, you're drenched."

"You cheated!" he let out. I could see his feet moving in the water to keep his head out but he remained in place. "Twice!"

"Fine!" I gave in, moving my arms up, capitulating. "We both won. So one day together without phones where I decide everything, and one afternoon playing golf."

His lips curled into a large smile and he nodded slowly.

"Deal."

I watched him get out of the pool and pull on his shirt so it doesn't stick and mold his chest anymore. He passed his hand in his hair and walked up to me, quickly wrapping his arms around me. I did the same and closed my eyes as he hugged me tight and after a while, I felt him lean his cheek against the top of my head.

"I know why you did that, you know." he admitted in a low tone. "I know we barely spend time together anymore. It'll change, I promise. I know i'm gonna have interviews and stuff after my song comes out but I thought maybe you could come with me?"

My smile grew but I kept my eyes closed, hugging him tighter and making him chuckle.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes." I whispered, feeling suddenly lighter. "It's a yes."

[babza29]

Flying With Losers

Hello, amazing people! This is the second bit of this series, I created this moodboard and therefore it’s mine :) I’m not sure how far this will go but I have a third one that I’m going to write soon :) Hope you enjoy. 

Summary:  The Losers Club have reunited once again after 27 years. The gang sees two guys with a baby, Eddie doesn’t want a nanny and Richie has his eye on a golden gong.

Warnings: Bad Language

When Eddie and Richie got the call from Mike that he was getting the losers club to come back for a reunion in their hometown, Derry Maine, they both were very hesitant. Eddie, with the persistent memory of his mother’s constant worry that the world was a bad place and that he needed to stay inside with his mummy where she would keep him safe. But the drugs that he carried in his fanny pack turned out to be placebos which finally gave him the courage to stand up to his mum and be free from her torment.

Richie had one memory in particular; the arcade. The arcade was where he was brutally outed in front of so many children and with a small town, a small community, word had travelled fast of that one word that was a sin to be. Bowers words had struck him hard and he would never want to experience that again. But he was glad to have such an understanding and loving group of friends. Of family. Of losers. And now they are about to show their world to the people that they both trust the most.

Eddie parks their car in front of the Chinese restaurant, Jade Of The Orient, gets out and waits for Richie to put on the baby carrier to his chest, unstrap Birdie from her car seat and lay her carefully in the carrier where she gracefully sleeps against Richie.

As they walk towards the restaurant Richie hears Eddie groan beside him, “Shit, I left the baby bag in the car, you go on ahead I’ll be right back. Don’t do anything you would do.”

“Oh cmon Eddie, we’ll be just fine.”

“I sure as hell hope so, whatever you do, don’t wake up Birdie.”

“I would never. Now go fetch her bag fine sir, she will need it once she wakes from her slumber” Richie explains in his slightly better British accent from when they were kids.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too”

Richie walks towards the entrance, with his hands on the back of the carrier where his sleeping Birdie’s back is and asks the lady at the counter for the reservation ‘Hanlon’. She directs him to the room at the back where the setting seems to be a nice private area; as no one has caught his tall lanky figure yet, the golden gong catches his eye and without thinking he picks up the stick, hits the gong and says, “This meeting of the losers club has officially begu- oh no no no sweetheart Papa didn’t mean it, shit, don’t cry, don’t cry, shhh it’s okay.” Everyone at the table snaps their necks to the disruption at the entrance showing a shaggy black-haired man with big framed glasses trying to quiet down an upset baby.

Beverly Marsh, the only girl in the losers club was about to say something when they all heard a scream coming from the other room, “Richie I swear to fuck if you have woken up Birdie! – give her here you piece of shit” In comes a more familiar man that takes the baby from who they now figured out to be Richie Tozier, the comedian of the group.

“Why didn’t we get a nanny, then this would have been much easier.”

“You know what happened on the news last week, how that nanny almost killed those kids and thankfully got arrested. No fuckin way.”

“What did I say about watching the news.”

During their little argument, the losers all put together Richie and Eddie’s relationship at different moments. Beverly caught on straight away that they were together and grinned as wide as Cheshire the cat. Stan also knew but whilst rolling his eyes, his face had a ‘meh, they’ve been together since we were kids’ look. Mike and Ben were a little slow but gradually had smirks on their faces, listening to Richie and Eddie’s arguing never seemed to change from when they were children. Bill, on the other hand, had a dumbfounded ‘What?’ Look on his face causing Stan to chuckle beside him.

The surprise wares down and Beverly jumps up and goes straight to Eddie who was soothing Birdie, trying to stop her now quiet whimpers by swaying her side to side. “Let me hold the baby, oh my gosh, when did you adopt her, what’s her name, how old is she?”

“Forget that, my concern is how old she’s gonna live for with Richie as her dad,” Stan says immediately after Beverly,

“Fuck you, man.” Replies Richie with a joking tone but mixed with a hint of seriousness. Their daughters’ safety and life mean everything to Eddie and Richie.

“Well losers, this is baby Birdie, funny name but it fits her perfectly. We’ve had her for a month and a half now, she is three months old and she is our world.” Says Eddie, carefully handing her to Beverly.

As everyone sits down and orders their food, Stan moves next to Beverly who begrudgingly hands her to him after a while but leans over his shoulder with Ben, keeping her full attention on Birdie. Stan, who secretly loves her even more because of the fact that her name resembles his love for birds, is holding her with the most adoring look on his face which catches the attention of Richie,

“Stan the man, how come you like her but not me bro, I made her.”

“No you didn’t, she’s adopted you idiot.”

“Didn’t you hear what I was doing to your mum 12 months ago?”

“Hey, that’s not funny!”

“Nah I’m just kidding. It was Eddie’s mum, so that means that she’s basically blood-related to the both of us.” The last comment of Richie and Stan’s banter causes Bill to choke on his drink making him cough and breathe for air and for Eddie to hit Richie on his shoulder in annoyance.

As their food arrives, the conversation and bonds that they shared when they were kids immediately fall back into place. Many laughs and jokes are all that can be heard from everywhere in the restaurant, turning a few heads at attention by how loud they are.

Sitting in silence, Mike has a slightly frustrated look on his face as a baby was getting all the attention when he was the one who put this event together and no one has had the decency to give him any conversation. This does eventually catch everyone’s attention and to make matters worse, they kept on pushing Mike to hold Birdie. With a little more persuasion Birdie ends up sitting on his lap which is stiff and still as he has no idea what he is doing, but he is immediately softened when he feels a small pressure clinging onto his finger. A tiny hand that doesn’t even reach the entire way around.

Eddie looks in pure wonderment as Mike brings her to his face and kisses both of her cheeks, then lays her gently on to his chest. He has never been happier in his life with his annoying yet caring husband and beautiful baby girl.

As Birdie is constantly shared around to each and every one of the losers, it starts to stir her up from the frequent movement. Not seeing her Daddy and Papa, the only familiar faces she knows, starts to unsettle her and that’s when the tears once again start flowing. Instantly in dad mode, Eddie gets up from his chair whilst Richie starts ‘attempting’ to make a bottle, hands it off to Eddie who in turn directs the nipple of the bottle to Birdie who starts eating with such eagerness you would think that she hadn’t had a meal for months.

“So is that all she eats?” Says Bill with curiousness. And before Eddie can respond, Richie replies,

“Yea, only milk at the moment, Eddie here is still breastfeeding, but we don’t do it in public and that’s why we have bottles.”

For some reason, with belief, the losers turn to Eddie in question. With a massive glare towards Richie that says, ‘you’ll hear about this when we get home’ he faces the rest of them, “What the hell are you looking at!?”

Everyone bursts into laughter, with Eddie joining in at the end. But with one tiny yet adorable yawn, that is Richie and Eddie’s queue to leave. Everyone gets up and hugs one after the other – giving Birdie a small kiss on her forehead too – and as they drive home with their hands clasped together over the gearstick, they both would have never guessed that 27 years later they would be married and have the most loving group of friends with a baby that would end up becoming their world.

Their baby Birdie.

[anxiousauthor89]

Its Too Late

"If this damn zipper get stuck one more time im just gon say fuck it and leave it!" By this time she is wondering how much time she has left...and then she realizes she has none. She hears him pulling in the driveway. FUCK!! She kicks the suitcase under the bed & lights the blunt. The scene needs to look like she been chillin. As the front door unlocks she messes up her ponytail a lil bit to put the final touch on her act. Breathing deep she leaned back and hit the blunt. "You good." She told herself. She hears the door creaking open when she looks down and almost lost it. She still had shoes on. "TRINITY!! MAN WHY THE FUCK YOU GOT THIS CHAIN ON MY DOOR I TOLD YOU BOUT THAT!" He screamed through the crack. "Sssshhhit!!" She kicked her sandals off, slid them under the bed and ran to open the door. "My bad." She said. "My bad? The hell wrong with you? Look like you got a lil attitude." A lil attitude was an understatement. She really wanted to slap his ass so hard his ancestors felt it. But there will be another day for that. At this moment she needed a plan to get out. "I don't have an attitude Shawn I don't feel good. Can you go get me some food?" she finally replied. He held up his index finger telling her to hold on. His call was wrapping up. "Alright. Be there in 5." he said as he got up walking towards the door. "No fuckin way" she silently thought to herself...."you mean to tell me I cant think of a plan but I really don't need one? Oh this is too easy I gots to have an angel lookin out for me! Soon as he out im out too." She smiled and sat on the bed. "What you said now? And what the fuck you smiling at?" he stopped by the door. "I was laughing at TV and I aint say nothing." she quickly said back. She was trying to let him leave so her plan can get rolling. She had a life to live and him or a baby was not about to be in the way. "Im coming back tonight stop locking that chain im gon slap yo ass next time I gotta bang on my own door." Nobody but God knew that he had his moments after drinking too much. The smallest thing would set him off and her face often paid the price. But she loved him enough to fight his demons with him. So she vowed to never tell a soul and she was planning on getting him help within the next few months. But that shit don't matter now she was leaving. She gave him a silent look of "i heard you" and he left. She knows his routes so she gave herself enough time to be sure he was gone. When she felt the coast was clear she said a quick prayer "Lord give me confirmation that this is ok. I know you don't like it but I just cant." Not knowing if God was listening she snatched the suitcase from under the bed, slid her toes in her sandals and hit the door. She threw everything in so fast she broke a nail. She went back in the house one more time. Put the code in the safe, took out what she wanted and put it in her purse. She moved her pillow and took the pregnancy test she had purchased just before she decided to pack and left it on the bathroom sink. That was it. It was over. She didn't want the neighbors to catch on that she was leaving so she hurried and left, smiling and waving just as she would if she was returning shortly. She turned up Jill Scott and they both sang loud as she celebrated her escape. She got hungry so she pulled into Popeyes. "Oh hell naw this drive-thru is too long." She whipped the white Malibu into a parking spot and got out. Before she could even get to the door she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of a woman holding hands with a child, rubbing her pregnant belly, kissing Shawn. She stood there frozen. Unable to speak or scream like she wanted to. He was so deep in the kiss he didn't even realize she was staring at them. It was the pregnant woman who felt the burning glare. "Bae what the fuck?! Like..why she..??" she started to snap. "Bitch why are you staring at my husband?!" the woman yelled flashing her rock on the fourth finger. "Daddy we know her?" the child asked. Her heart began to beat so hard she heard the thump in her ears. As much as she wanted to hold it together she felt too many emotions and exploded! "SHAWN ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU JUST MADE A BITCH GET AN ABORTION, IM FUCKING PREGNANT AND THIS BITCH..THIS...YOUR WIFE?! AND THIS LIL MOTHAFUCKA HERE TALM BOUT SOME DADDY FUCK NIGGA YOU REALLY THIS FOUL? YOU DIRTY DICK SCUM ASS BITCH NIGG..." her words got cut short due to his hands around her neck. He squeezed with one hand while holding her jaw with the other hand. She had no idea when he walked up on her but everything was getting black and she was fading out. He began to slowly release her neck. When she took a deep breath and started to cough he said "I let you go cuz I want you to hear me bitch. I don't know you. Stay away from me and my family. Act crazy like that again and I will kill you. And that mothafuckin baby." He pushed her against the car without even looking at her. She quickly got in the car, in disbelief, embarrassed, and heartbroken as she watched him rub and console his wife as they went in to eat.  "That's my confirmation right there I don't give a fuck Im definitely ending all this shit." she cried. She pulled out her phone and saw her mom had called. "Not now mama." she mumbled. She turned her music back up wiped her tears, sat up straight and drove in to traffic. 15 miles later she pulled into her destination and walks in ready. "Im Trinity. I need to be seen." she said as she approached the desk. "Fill out the papers bring em back with ya ID" the nurse replied sliding the clip board across the desk. After what seemed like an eternity, the wait was over. "Trinity Steeples". The receptionist called her name. She got up trembling walking to the back. "Alright lets see how everything looks so far before we get into the other stuff okay?" the happy doctor smiled at her. "Uhm...ok."  Setting up the spot for the ultrasound the doctor makes a visual observation."Your belly is already sticking out a little bit. Its so soon." She faked a laugh to hide the panic his comment gave her. "Oh yea I eat all the time its pretty ridiculous." Thankfully he found it funny and he laughed too. "Ok lay back this will be quick if all is well I just need to see it first." He said as the machine connected with her belly and the fetus became visible. He was quiet for about a minute, then walked out and came back with a second doctor. The second doctor whispered something and walked back out. Not being able to take the suspense anymore Trinity blurted out "Well damn can I know the secret?" The doctor scribbled a few notes, turned off the machine and began to put his tools away. " Hold up what you doing? Whats the problem?" she asked. "Im sorry Ms. Steeples." he looked in her eyes."I cant do this, You are too far along. You are 4 months pregnant. I cant perform the abortion. Its too late. 

[milkytcake]

Claimed (ShigarakixReader)

I’m here with another fic I randomly thought would be cute!

 *Gender neutral, cute fluff*

“We’ve been walking for hours Y/n. Are you done yet?” 

“If you’re gonna complain, then why did you come along?! Besides I haven’t found it yet. I’m starting to think they don’t sell those cute kitty stickers anymore” you pouted. The hooded messy light blue hair male made a disgust sound with his tongue, “I have to keep you safe from those Pro Heroes. Besides I need fresh air to clear my head and think of my next move.” Shigaraki Tomura was keeping you company as you search for your beloved stickers at the mall. It’s been 3 hours of searching and it was surprising he was still with you. It seems he had all the patience for you and kept zero for others, it was quite endearing. 

“I give up. I’m never gonna find those cute stickers here. I hate looking online because of the shipping prices. I swear villains control eBay.” You slumped your shoulders and laughed at your own joke, too bad he didn’t seemed to get it as he was looking elsewhere. He was serious about keeping you safe, his eyes darting about. “Hey, Tomu” That was the first time you called him by a nickname. His head looked up to you eagerly in response mixed with surprise. You could tell he raised his eyebrows by the way his eyes widen. It made you laugh to yourself sometimes; the way his unkempt hair framed his handsome face made him look… adorable. Though you never said it out loud to anyone, you kept your feelings about the male to yourself. It was mostly likely out of insecurity and/or stubbornness. Shigaraki was the complete opposite. He made it clear that he was attracted to you from the start. Little gifts were given to you almost daily and they weren’t really anything except tiny keychains or various of cute items you reminded him of or that he kept in mind what you commented that you liked one time. He talked a lot with you around and prefers to have just you for company like to explain his ideas of the world and how he was going to achieve them. The others can ‘go fuck themselves to death with a hamster’ he quoted one time. You like to think he loves them in his own twisted way. But that was not the case. Shigaraki hated almost everything that moves but you were an exception. The corners of his mouth lifted a bit as he took in the name you gave him: his heart was soaring thinking that you finally returned the feelings of affection. You became flustered, “I - I’m actually gonna head to the restrooms really quick before we leave!” With that you lurched forward walking briskly before he said anything else. 

The excitement was too much so your stomach felt like it was doing flips and having a fuckin’ party because you felt like hurling to the nearest trashcan. Throwing water in your face from the sink you stared at yourself in the dirty mirror, “Ok calm down Y/n. Play it cool. You’re just calling him Tomu because you guys are in public! Nothing to be embarrassed about, he obviously likes you yeah no biggie…,”Then you started to sweat, “FUCK! I LIKE HIM SO MUCH BUT AM I ENOUGH?! HE’S TOO AMAZING AND I’M A PRACTICALLY A FREAKING QUIRKLESS POTATO TURD. WHAT IS A STUPID QUIRK LIKE OMNILINGUISM GONNA DO FOR HIM SAY ‘HEY! IMMA FUCK YOU ALL MIGHT’ IN 15 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES?!” A parent ushered their child out of the bathroom as you started talking to yourself in a high pitched voice that escalated in a pterodactyl-like whale sound. You took a deep breath and fixed your hair. Walking out of the public bathroom while calling yourself stupid under your breath, you sensed and heard something, no, someone that you loathed. “Y/n! Wow I haven’t seen you in years!” A guy with a stupid snarky grin waved to you. Your body seized and your mouth dry as you faced your ex. You hated him. When you dated him in high school, he was a dick because when he broke up with you after 2 weeks, he only did it as a prank for $50. It seemed he never changed after 2 years. “What brings you here? I thought you moved cities. I’m lucky! I’ve seen your picture on the LineApp and thought damn. You’re smoking hot now! Hey let’s trade emails” He reached for his cell and held it out. You didn’t trust him, it was that same smile that kept you up every night for the rest of your school years. “No.” You said. “Huh? What you mean no? C’mon, it was a joke in school and that happened yeeaaaarrrrssss ago! Give me a chance to redeem myself.” He took a step forward while you a step back, “I said no. Go fuck yourself.“ “Look I know it was a shitty thing of me to do but believe me I feel bad! Just give me your cell Y/n.” “St-stop!” You raised your tone in distress before a hand came to grab your ex’s wrist that was near you.

“Ahh… Y/n, I’ve been waiting for you but I see you’re talking with a friend?” It was Shigaraki. He had a big smile on his face while he talked but you knew he was putting a front. Your ex was confused, “Yea- yeah, Y/n was and is a close friend of mine. Let go of my wrist.” He tried tugging it back but Shigaraki held tighter with four fingers making your ex wince in pain and then drop his cell in Shigaraki’s other hand. The smile was now replaced with a deep frown and unhinged eyes, “No… I don’t think my Y/n likes you very much by the tears in her eyes and to be honest, I hate you too.” Shigaraki clenched all five of his fingers on your ex cell and letting the ashes fall slowly to the ground, fully displaying his deadly quirk. Shigaraki then got close and spoke lowly, “If we weren’t in public I would have killed you already. Next time, if I see you even in the same building as Y/n, I won’t hesitate (Ex’s L/n F/n).” With that Shigaraki released him, and your ex scurried away in absolute terror, pushing people out of the way. He probably recognized Shigaraki but that didn’t matter to him. “Disgusting piece of shit… Let’s leave. I’m pissed off now.” Shigaraki sent a text to Kurogiri for a portal asap before he had a chance to kill someone near him. You quickly followed the seething male through the exit gate. Turning into a alleyway near, and Kurogiri was there with a warp and didn’t dare to ask questions from the look in your eyes and Shigaraki’s.

The sound of many decaying newspapers filled the bar room. Shigaraki felt it wasn’t therapeutic enough because his fist came down on the table. If his eyes could kill just by looking, everything in the room would be gone. You were quiet, you couldn’t voice what you’re feeling but it would be described as safe or secured. Whichever one you chose, you showed it by hugging Shigaraki from behind. He froze on the spot when he felt warm as you wrap your arms around his thin torso. Your forehead against the middle of his back. Kurogiri took this as a sign to leave the bar for sometime and walked to the back. “Thank you” you whispered. You felt him jolt and his chest expanded and contracted. But you released him from your grip wondering if you crossed the line, “Sorry, I just couldn’t say anything and I just hugged you and… You were amazing back there Shigaraki.” Shigaraki eyes widen but uncharacteristically looked elsewhere bashfully while scratching his neck, “I rather you call me Tomu” he said lowly. Your face lit up remembering the nickname you slipped up. It felt like you were going to die on the spot. He was dropping his walls for only you, making you feel almost worthy for him. “I mean! Uh You’re always amazing with everything you do! You’re super badass and you almost killed the number one hero All Might. I feel like a crazed fan sometimes and I don’t feel worthy for you at all!” You almost felt regret from gushing about him in his face but you were floored by what he did next. “You’re so cute,” Tomu said softly caressing your left cheek with the back of his index finger. Your lips quivered from the affection and your face red as a tomato. “So, um…” You started and he stopped his gesture. “You.. like me?” 

He waved his hand about responding in glee while sitting on a bar stool, “Of course! If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be mine.” He replied. “Oh yeah I forg- wait. What. I’m yours?” You stared at the lanky male incredulity, “When, how?” 

Tomu started scratching his neck again, ”What you mean how? Was it not obvious? Kurogiri even said I was too forward. He said I needed to actually ask but I hate asking for things.” 

“Usually the person ask the other person out but I don’t mind at all.” You stiffed a laugh. He was so unique and charming; he didn’t know how to properly start a relationship but you loved how he had his own way of doing things. “So I don’t need to ask?” He asked giving me his full attention. “No it’s fine. Either way I would’ve said ye-mmphf!” You weren’t paying attention. Tomu wrapped 4 fours around your wrist to pull you forward on his lap for a clumsy kiss. His nose brushed against yours as his long wavy bangs tickled your face and his hands kept you steady on him. Your eyes softly fluttered closed to mimic his own. His damaged lips were pressed hard against yours and it ended as quickly as it started. He eyed your half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks then he beams feeling proud, “Nice.” You felt so happy as he put his chin on top of your head, swallowing you in his arms. And you swore he said mine under his breath but you didn’t question it. Tomu started checking his pants pockets then pulled out a pair of anti foul gloves. They covered his pinkies and ring fingers. “So when is it normal to have sex Y/n?” Gasping, you pulled his hoodie over his face feeling mortified. You crossed your arms while he smiled big even though half of his face was covered. “You said I don’t have to ask right?” You squeaked and instantly turned around, arms crossed in a huff. “I didn’t know you were a pervert!” He didn’t reply but you felt his head on your shoulder. A minute past before you started to feel a bit worried by his silence.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

“Know that I will never let you go.” Tomu held you tight in his grip. It was almost a threat but you couldn’t help but smile. He needed you as much as you needed him. “Never. I’m going to be by your side forever and watch you kill All Might.” 

[harryff]

CEO: The Merge Part 1

CEO Harry.

The Merge the plague in your marriage. It was the reason you and Harry were at each other’s throats  the reason you walked in almost naked that day  the reason you slept alone most nights. You two were supposed to be happy a newly married young couple approaching your second year of marriage but this merge was creating a rift between you two.

You hear the door slam you take a deep breath he is home; he  must have left work early because he was  livid and needed space

“ ‘M not staying if they go through with this ‘m’fuckin quitting not gonna bloody drag me or my name  into that shit hole mum!” you hear him sigh aggressively “I kno’ I kno’ I’m trying I worked too hard ‘s’not fair I kno’ yes mum alright bye love yeh talk to yeh later”

You knew all too well what was happening Pandemonium Records wanted to merge with Harry’s company, and because they had more artists it was going  to dethrone Harry from his position as CEO.  Pandemonium Records  CEO Byron Paton was a real prick always commenting on Harry’s ‘new’ money compared to his ‘old’ money. The merge meant that Harry would be demoted to be director of something you weren’t sure what at the moment. Harry was fighting with all he had but ‘they’, the board of directors insisted on the merge which meant all of his new artists would suffer and half of his staff laid off.

You  hear the bedroom door open and you play dead you don’t want to argue you’re just glad his home. You hear him huffing and puffing removing his clothes “bloody shoes”  he grumbles before you hear them thud against the floor. It’s quiet, you hear the water run in the shower, you slowly drift away to sleep.

You’re awaken by Harry pulling you making you lie on your back

You squeal

“Sorry” you hear him mumble before he bends down and kisses you. He’s sloppy uncoordinated, rough like he hasn’t done it in awhile, which he hasn't, you grab on to his face and take control he moans into you his hands roam your body as much as you missed his touch this is becoming unbearable.

You pull away “Harry” you say scooting towards the night stand as he attacks your neck. “Harry stop!” you demand turning on the lamp

His eyes are puffy you can’t tell if he’s been crying or its lack of sleep

“Harry”  you say softly caressing his face

“Don’ want to talk about it” you shut him down

You nod and pull him back down to kiss you. He’s still uncoordinated trying to remove your night clothes  

“Harry!” you huff “let me do it” you complain

As much as you want him there he isn’t there you shake out of your night clothes and your hand snakes down to his cock

He whimpers into the kiss he pulls away and he continues sucking on your neck. He hisses as your grip tightens around him “oh fuck” he whispers against your neck you kiss his shoulder scooting down getting on the perfect position for him to slid in. He resumes kissing you and his aggressive its when you have an epiphany

You pull away trying to catch your breath “Harry!”  

“Need to be inside yeh” he says grabbing his bulge

“No Harry stop” you stop him as his tip is in your entrance  

“Wha’?” he looks bewildered

You breath heavily “you own Styles Entertainment.”

He’s confused

“If you leave you can take your name!”

“What?”  he’s still confused  

“You own Styles Entertainment the name is trademarked you own it!” you smile.

You see him thinking spinning “so if I leave….”  

“They have to find another name they can’t use the Styles in  Pandemonium Styles and you can start another company right?”

“RIGHT!” his face brightens “I fuckin luv yeh” he bends down to kiss you before  hopping out of  the bed.

“No wait!” you were ready for him

“Not now petal later I promise” he says grabbing his phone

You roll your eyes and plop back in bed. When you wake up you turn to your side the bed remains made up which means Harry either went back to the office or was in the study and as you walked around his keys were gone so that means he was in the office.

~~~~

A week later and you haven’t seen him at all so you do your wife duties you make lunch and dinner since you know he won’t be home. You’re greeted by staff once more before you enter his office

“Oh Mrs. Y/L/N” Alicia greets you

“It’s Mrs. Styles to you” you correct her

“Oh Harry”

“You mean Mr.Styles”

“He told me I could call him Harry.” She says with a slight attitude

“And I’m telling you to call him Mr. Styles”

“Anyway I thought you didn’t change your last name”

“I didn’t doesn’t mean you don’t address me appropriately”

“Oh sorry” she says flatly

“Where’s my husband?” you look around his office a few things had changed

“Meeting” she says grabbing paperwork from his desk

“Ok could you please make sure this" you tap on the lunch bag "gets to him” you decide to kill her with kindness

“Yes ma'am”

“He needs to eat” you smile at her

“I make sure he does every night” she gives you this look that makes it seem like she’s implying something else.

“Mmmm” you draw your lips in

The door swings open and Harry walks in “Pet! you’re here!”  

“Hi”  you say dryly

“Wha’ brings yeh around?”  

You hold up the lunch bag “Lunch and dinner” you grab your purse he looks between you two “going back to work” you mumble

“No wait! Alicia”  

She nods and walks away

“Wha’s wrong?” he makes you face him

You sigh deeply “I hope whatever you’re working on is worth not coming home”

He feels the ache in his heart.

“I gotta go” you whisper

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next week the news of the merge is released and the launch party is that weekend. It’s an obligation for you to show up you don’t want to not like Harry would notice he left you at home to arrive on your own and as predicted Alicia is right there next to him looking doe-eyed bushy tailed eager to please

“Oh god”  you say in disgust once you spot them. You make your way to the bar you know a few people from Pandemonium and not that many people from Harry’s company are there. You down your first drink in seconds but pace the second.

“Hello there beautiful!”  

You turn to face Byron Paton. You try to not contort your face in disgust  “Hi Mr.Paton!”

“Oh you know me!?”

“Yes” you offer a tight lip smile

He smirks “did you come alone?”  

“No I’m here with my husband Harry” you motion to him

“Oh you’re the wife he barely talks about you! I wonder why? you’re beautiful!” he comments

You nod “Thank you, where’s your wife?”  

“Oh Cindy right there!” he points to her “we came together unlike your husband who arrived with Ashley? Whats her name again? Oh Alicia!”  

You sigh “I was busy” you lie

“It’s ok beautiful there’s plenty of men who would gladly take his place”  he looks you over making you feel uncomfortable

“Don’t want anyone else”

“Shame I have to run let’s chat later”  he kisses your cheek

You nod and down some more drinks

You had texted Harry when you arrived informing him of arrival and now watching him check his phone yet ignore you made you upset. You try to mingle, try to charm your way around the room but you’re off your game. You’re mind is preoccupied with Harry and a combination of stress and sadness you can’t quite hide your emotions. The alcohol really isn’t helping you do so either, so you stop drinking. Harry’s still working the room and by the looks of it people are liking him. You smile when you see him smile a natural reaction of yours.

You stand to the side and people watch try to kill time and giggle at a few drunks.

“Still won’t take me up on my offer?” Byron snaps you out of your thoughts

“What offer?”

“Other men will gladly take his place”

You’re irritated “I’m no mistress”

“Didn’t say you were, could be a wife as good as you look”

You sigh “Mr.Paton why don’t you go love on your wife”

“Could be ex. You’ll have the world at your fingertips”

“Don’t want the world Byron” you say frustrated

He moves closer and growls softly “love how you say my name”

“Ok I’m going”

He stops you “No don’t i’m sorry, I’m sorry, you look wonderful can’t help myself.”

You’re both silent looking around playing coy  “Anyway  your husband will do great in this merge”

You smile looking at Harry “Yes he will extremely talented”

“Obviously one of the reasons I wanted to merge” You nod “We are hoping to triple our revenue with this new direction”

“Thats a huge target” you comment

“Your husband will get us there”  

“Yea which by the way why isn’t he the CEO?”

“You must not know your place sweetheart,” you raise your brow “thats matters will not discuss with you. Besides I’m CEO can’t have two can we?”

“He can be CFO” you challenge

His jaw clenches “No we need him to be Director of Entertainment”

You try to calm your temper and look around

“But enough about us boys. Tell me what do you do you’re a mystery, you’re husband never speaks of you almost like you don’t exist” he smirks and dropping his voice by the end of the sentence,  moving closer to you and placing his hand on your lower back

You step away “I work in research” you speak softly those words hurt

“Oh pharmaceutical?”

“Yes”

He chuckles “you know what they say about you guys”

“Yea” you roll your eyes

“Why aren’t you at home? being a housewife Too pretty to be working darling” he grabs your hand “with me you would never have to lift a finger”

You pull your hand away “ Please stop!” you move away making sure your at arms distance away from him  “plus that’s not a lifestyle for me”

“Shame you look like a good fuck toy” he bites his lip and glances over your body

You had enough “Good night Byron” you begin to  walk away

“No no wait” he tries to grab your arm but you’re quicker

You try to hide by sitting in chairs along the back which were hidden overlooking the Chicago skyline

You’re startled by Harry  “Why the fuck re’yeh talking to Byron about me being CEO!?” he snaps at you

“I was just asking” you cower away

“Fuckin told yeh not to mention anything! we’re going home!” he yanks you up by the arm

“Ow Harry!” you complain

He grabs your hand and almost drags you around as he says his goodbyes “missus had too much to drink” his excuse as you stand looking at the ground embarrassed

“Oh no where are you two off to?” Byron asks

“She had too much to drink”  Harry speaks flatly

“Awww light weight? Well thank you for coming Y/N sorry sorry" he chuckles "Mrs.Styles”

“Play nice Byron” Cindy comments

He chuckles some more grabbing your free hand bringing it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on it. Harry’s grip on your other hand tightens “lovely young lady. Harry see you later”

“Yea bye Cindy always a pleasure” He pecks her cheek

You both walk away Harry’s grip on your hand is still taught. You can’t keep up and he’s not slowing down at all so when you almost trip all he does is jerk you towards him.

“Oww! Harry! Damn it stop manhandling me! I’m not a damn rag doll!”  you yank your hand away rubbing where his grip was

He chuckles and continues to walk away from you. He only got like this when he was enraged. He gets in the car and waits for you to enter.

“So ‘re yeh gonna tell me why yeh couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” he begins as he drives you home

“I was just asking you don’t tell me anything any more” you try to explain yourself

“I don’ have to tell yeh anything!”  

You remain silent

He slams his hand in the steering wheel scaring you for the second time  tonight  “I told yeh not to say anything! Yeh just made shit worse!”

“I’m sorry” you mumble

There’s no more conversation between you two the rest of the way home. When you arrive you’re not in for 2 minutes when he starts again.

“And why the fuck were yeh flirting with him?!”

“Are you kidding me? I wasn’t!” you remove your coat walking away from him

“He told me yeh were! tha’s why yeh were around him majority of the night?!”

You roll your eyes “Are you listening to yourself right now? You believe that dick over your own wife?”

“If my wife knew her place non o….”

You spin around and cut him off “Excuse me?! KNEW my place so enlighten me wheres my place? HUH?! At home being your trophy wife while you fuck your assistant?!”

“Oh please don’t make this about me! I don’t want her yeh know that!”

“Do I? Do I  truly know that?”

“ ’M not having this argument.” he points at you “yeh fucked up”  

“How can you be mad at me? What have I done?  You let your assistant practically be all over you and look like she’s your mistress! While I look like your estranged wife!”  

“Stop making this about her! Alicia knows I’m married”

“I know she knows it’s the reason she’s all over you.“

You both stand in the middle of the living room remaining silent trying to calm down, but your temper won’t calm down

“You didn’t even come check on me I’m your wife not your girlfriend not your fiancé your wife I should come before anyone! Remember what you said to me? Your vows?!”

He remained silent still glaring at you

“You have Byron pointing out how you showed up with her yet I fucked up? You  left me so I arrive to the party alone yet I fucked up?”  he looked at you with his infamous blank stare as if all that you were saying was just bullshit 

“Fine! You wanna believe Byron fine! Go ahead and disregard the fact that you ignored me all night. Go ahead and disregard the fact that you don’t mention me to anyone so I truly am the estranged wife! You want Alicia to be your wife fine! While you’re at it make sure you thank Byron for making me uncomfortable all night. At least he acknowledged me in his own fucked up way. Thank him for telling me I’m nothing but a fuck toy!”

His glares at you “When did he say that?!”

You sigh feeling defeated, the tears start to build up, you bring your hands to your face rubbing your temple a migraine beginning to form

“Y/N when did he say that?” he grits  through his teeth

You speak softly “It doesn’t matter you don’t believe me anyway.” your voice cracks “If you don’t want me anymore Harry just tell me.”  

You walk away from him this is the peak of all the stress both of you were under. You couldn’t keep up with the fighting. Two times sometimes more in a week. It’s emotionally and mentally draining to stay mad at him while you try to support him. You hear the front door close and your body relaxes, you feel guilty for being glad that your husband isn’t around it should never be this way no matter how angry you were at each other. The next day you wake up when you turn to your side Harry’s in bed you were both on extreme sides of your mattress avoiding the middle like it was riddled with sharp thorns. You were going to clear your mind which meant a day at the park or aquarium walking idly around Chicago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Monday arrives you wake up before Harry and prepare for the day.

“Mornin’”  he mumbles when he walks into the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee

“Good morning” you look up at him briefly “breakfast” you place his plate of fruit and egg whites in front of him before you leave

There’s nothing but sadness in your eyes puffy and sleep deprived. It hurts Harry to see you like this.

He tries his best to stay focused at work,  but he can’t. Not when his mind replays months of arguments over and over again always emphasizing your argument a few nights ago, he can’t forget what you said to him. It’s the reason he feels himself getting angrier with each word that Byron speaks.

He stays late his hoping you’ll be home by the time he arrives but the house is cold and void of any sound when he walks in he sighs.

He waits for Anne to pick up “Hey mom”

“Hazza!”

He chuckles lightly

“Are you alright? Whats wrong my baby boy?”

He sighs “I fucked up”

“Oh no what did yeh do?”

“It’s been happening for the past few months.”

“What’s been happening?”

“Pet and I have been arguing non stop s’cuz of the bloody merge been causing so many issues between Y/N ‘nd me”

“Oh how is she?”

“Not good I’m to blame”

“Well wha’ re yeh going to do?”

“I have to leave already talked to my lawyers they said it would take some time to get my name back bu….”

“Are yeh sure this is the right move?”

“This isn’t what I wanted to begin with. The board didn’t listen to me destroyed my vision, my dreams re gone”

“Do what yeh love hazza” she speaks softly  

“Do what I love” he repeats

“Yes I luv yeh we luv yeh we support yeh 100% all the time”

He sighs “I don’t want my marriage to fail cuz of this.”

“Then don’t let it! Yeh love her yeh fix it. Fix your wrong doings”

“I kno’ I kno’”

You arrive a few hours later, Harry stayed awake waiting for you

“Hey” you whisper as you walk into the bedroom

“Hey” he smiles at you hoping for a smile back

You say nothing but head to the bathroom. You try to control your emotions but in the shower is when you finally release all that you bottled up during the day. When you’re done he sees your puffy eyes and pink nose, and when you walk closer he notices the bruise on your arm. He realizes it’s him that caused it the night of the party. He feels his heart ache with more pain.

“Good night” you say laying down.

“Hoping we could talk” he says leaning towards  you

“Can we talk tomorrow?” you ask

He nods and reaches over you to turn off your night lamp “I love yeh, so much” he whispers before kissing your cheek

You squeeze your eyes trying not to cry again.

The next morning you leave before Harry can comprehend that it’s morning. You don’t want to talk you didn’t have the energy for another argument.

[buckys-other-punk]

Voodoo (Jealous Part 5)

Bucky x Reader, (slight) Steve x Reader

Warnings: angst (if you call it that), Jealous Steve, missing reader, blood and cuss words

Word Count: 1996 (w/o lyrics)

Song inspiration: “Voodoo” Nick Jonas (again w/ the Nick Jonas song)

A/N: Part 5 guys hopefully you all like it! I also used google translate so¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Let me know if you wanna be tagged. Like always this is unedited and has minor mistakes so please don’t mind them. Feedback is appreciated!!

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Oh man down

You're shaking his solid ground

You're running me wild

And breaking me down, down

Desperate now

Way you do it, I don't know how

You're drinking me dry

Throwin' fuel on a fire, fire

The entire Avengers team has been looking for (Y/N) for almost 5 months. Bucky and Steve hadn’t given up. They were the two who were searching for you the most. As they both entered the Avengers Tower. Tony greeted them both and ushered them to the lab.

“Guys look at this.” Tony told the two as he pointed at the computer screen. “Banner and I may have located where (Y/N) is.” Both Steve and Bucky had wide eyes looking at the screen. A map showed on the screen with a blinking red dot and a location, Bucharest, Romania.

And we ain't enough

If this is what you call love

I swear I'm better alone

I feel ya claws sinkin' in

Gettin' under my skin like

Bucky, Steve, Tony, Natasha and Clint all went to Romania. They all dressed in disguises to try and find out any information about your location. Bucky had been walking along the market side. He stopped by a small stand with an older gentleman running it.

“Bună seara. {Good evening.}” Bucky said to the old man.

“Bună seară, d-le. cum ești tu? {Good evening, sir. How are you?}” the old man replied.

“Sunt bine. Mă întrebam dacă ați văzut această femeie? {I’m good. I was wondering if you have seen this woman?}” Bucky said as he held up a picture of you and him on your guys’ wedding day.

The old man looked around like he was being watched. He waved Bucky over to come behind the stand. “Am văzut-o pe femeia asta acum câteva zile. ea a fost luată de unii bărbați cu un caracatiță care arăta simbolul pe brațele lor. {I saw that woman a few days ago. she was taken by some men with a octopus looking symbol on their arms.}” he told Bucky in a hushed voice.

“Poți să-mi spui unde au luat-o? {Can you tell me where they took her?}” Bucky asked the man.

“Există zvonuri că există tuneluri peste tot în București, însă ascunză-torul principal unde acești oameni sunt sub Muzeul Național de Artă. {There are rumors that there are tunnels allover Bucharest, but the main hideout where those people are is under the National Museum of Art.}” the elder replied.

Bucky nodded and said “Mulțumesc. {Thank you}.” As he walked away he told the team what the man had said to him. They all agreed that they would spread out as they looked in the tunnels.

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back

And just like that, got me comin' right back like

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back

And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo

Voodoo do voo voo voo voo voo

*In the tunnels*

Bucky and Steve stuck together while investigating the tunnels. They saw a bright light source and followed it. As they drew near what they saw broke both their hearts. There you lied on a metal operation table and wires hooked all over your body. They both rushed to your side.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky yelled as he tried to wake you up. Steve had called the others and told them where you guys were. Bucky had tears in his eyes.

And all my life

Can't hold on to you this tight

Phasin' you out

Just a face in the crowd, baby

As the others came Tony was the first to see your state. Natasha and Clint behind him inspecting the area.

“There is nobody here.” Clint informed the others. Natasha started to inspect the computers with Tony. Tony walked up to your body and began to slowly take off the wires.

“I have a theory on what’s wrong with (Y/N)” Tony said. “We gotta go to Wakanda, their tech is the only way to see if I’m right.” he added. Bucky nodded as he wiped his tears away. He lifted up your body holding you tightly as he carried you back to the quinjet. Steve trailed behind his friend. He wanted to be the one that rescued you. The one who gets to carry you back to safety. Natasha walked next to him and patted his back.

“It’ll be alright Steve.” she said lovingly and soft. He nodded in with hope. She would never know how he felt towards you. Towards the girl he loves, but can never have.

And this ain't enough

If this is what you call love

I think I'm better alone

I feel your claws sinkin' in

Getting under my skin like

*In Wakanda*

You laid in the examine room with Bucky sitting next to you. “Come on (Y/N) please be ok.” Bucky whispered to you. Steve was also in the room, but near the door. Outside of your room Tony thanked one of the Wakandan doctors and walked in.

“My theory was right. While examining all the wires that was attached to (Y/N) and the program that was open on the computers back in Bucharest, a serum was injected into her bloodstream. Her health is perfectly fine and nothing is wrong with her. That serum fucks with people’s minds, but it’s up to (Y/N) to wake up.” Tony said to Bucky and Steve. Bucky nodded and Steve quickly exited the room. Tony patted Bucky’s back lovingly. “It’ll be alright. (Y/N) is strong, Bucky. She’ll be back in no time.” Tony insured his teammate as he began to exit the room. Bucky smiled at Tony’s comment and focused his gaze back at you.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” he sighed with tears. “If you can hear me, I just want you to know that I made a mistake. Kissing that fucking woman. I was caught under her spell of temptations and slept with her. Doll, I’m sorry.” his tears became more plentiful and he was sniffing. “I am a fucking idiot to fall for that. You are the most amazing woman I have ever fallen in love with. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you as my wife. I hope when you wake up you can forgive me. I love you (Y/N), please come back to me.”

Steve was outside of your room looking through the window. He saw Bucky talking to you and crying. Steve didn’t want to feel jealous anymore, but he couldn’t help it. He cared for you and wanted what’s best for you. A single tear ran down his face. “(Y/N) I know your heart belongs to Bucky, I know that, but I love you and I want you to be ok.” he said in to himself.

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back

And just like that, got me comin' right back like

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back

And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo

*In the mystery land*

(Y/N) had been running from this shadow figure for what seemed liked years. She was tired of running. She is a fucking fighter. She gave up on running and wants to kill this beast. She stopped to the place where she first entered this horrid place. Hearing a loud shriek signaling that the monster was getting close. Then out of nowhere two weapons appeared with a sign that said ’choose one.’ “Fuck that shit.” she said aloud and got both the gun and knife. The monster drew closer and they were now both face to face. The monster lunged at her and she dodged the attack and use the gun to wound the beast first. As it fell to the ground she used the knife to stab it in the heart. Suddenly the blood red moon turned white. She looked down at her hands to see the blood that came from the creature. As she looked back at the shadowy figure that had been chasing her. It began to morph into an exact image of her. She killed the beast that was herself. The dead figure turned to ash and the desolate forest began to go disappear. She looked to the lake and an opening with a bright light appeared at the center. She walked over the opening with a questionable look, but began to go towards it. As she drew near she was blinded by the light.

Fakin' the rush

Is almost like callin' it love

So why are you callin' it love?

Yeah why are you callin' it love?

As you began to wake up you saw two figures above you. The two men, Bucky and Steve, they looked at (Y/N) in astonishment.

“She’s awake.” Bucky said. “Go get someone, Steve.” Steve nodded as he quickly exited the room and looked for a doctor. “Hey (Y/N). Hey, Doll. Do you remember me?” he asked you.

You stared at him as the memories of you and him flooded your mind. “Bucky?” you asked. He nodded yes to your response and kissed your hand. Steve then came back in the room with a doctor. “Steve?” you asked again and Steve nodded.

“Yeah (Y/N), it’s me Steve.” he replied with a smile. The doctor began examining you and the two men were forced to wait outside of our room. Bucky protested and yelled at the doctor saying that he was your husband and he is obligated to stay with you, but the doctor insisted. The doctor then began to ask you questions about yourself. You answered them correctly and calm.

“(Y/N) do you know what happened when you were went missing?” he said calmly.

“Umm. I remember walking to a subway to go to New York City. As I arrived at the subway a person grabbed me and shoved me against a wall. Three other men came by the first person’s side and injected me with something. I remember my vision going blurry, they out a bag over my head and I knocked out. I don’t remember anything after that.” you said quietly. The doctor nodded.

“Now (Y/N), do you know how long you were missing?” he asked. You shook your head no. “You’ve been gone for 5 months.” You looked at him in awe. “Well Hydra were the ones that had taken you based on what Mr. Stark has said. He said they inject you with this serum that messes with your mind or innermost subconscious. My final question is what happened in your mind? Was it a peaceful or horrible state?” he asked. You looked at him frightened.

“It was terrible.” you said quietly with a tear falling. Bucky and Steve were outside of your room looking through the mirror. When Bucky saw you shed a tear he ran into your room. Bucky told the doctor that that was enough time. Steve stayed in his position. The doctor nodded and exited the room. Tony appeared and walked up to the doctor. They both were talking in hushed voices. All Steve heard from the conversation was Tony asking “Do you think she’s the same (Y/N) we know or someone...something else?” With that Steve looked at the two and they began to walk away from your room and into the doctor’s office. He then looked back in your room to see you can Bucky holding hands. Steve walked into your room and Bucky and you looked over at him. He smiled and Bucky stood up telling his friend that he was going to ask the doctor a question. The doctor and Tony exited the office and Bucky walked up to the two.

“Is she gonna be able to go back home?” Bucky asked the doctor and he nodded yes. Tony smiled happily or tried his best to do so and Bucky noticed this, but put it off. They all went back to your room and told you that you were good to go back to the tower. You had a small smile and looked over at the two men you cared for the most. Bucky and Steve.

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back

And just like that, got me comin' right back like

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea

You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back

And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo

*A week later back at the Avengers Tower*

There was something off about (Y/N) and everyone notice this. She kept to herself more than usual. Tony had another mission for Bucky and Steve. The boys wanted you to tag along, to get you out of the tower and doing your usual routine. They both walked to where your room that was moved closer to the lab so Bruce can keep a close eye on you. As they drew near Bucky knocked on the door and entered. You were sitting in the corner of the room holding your most prized possessions, weapons, a gun and knife. You looked up at the two with terror. Screaming telling them something is wrong on the inside, but you were so scared so your facial expression said you were fine.

Voodoo

Oh no

I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo

OOOHHH DRAMA!! End of part 5 everyone! The ending was kinda shitty (I’m trying guys), but I am definitely going to do part 6 and we will see what will happen with the reader. Like always make me happy with a little feedback lol. Also let me know your guys’ thoughts for the next part!

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS

Chapter 5: “The dress”

Word count: 708

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

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Having a last turn over the golden high-heels in the mirror, putting well the dress on, you get out from the room walking downstairs. The garnet red satin dress falling to your ankles dances slightly with every step, crossing the door to the living room of Vicki's place. The crew leave in the background everything they're doing to stare at you with parted lips. Surprised in a kindly way. But no one says nothing.

“So, it's a good choice for Shanon's wedding?” You ask stretching arms to both sides of your body, turning on your feet completely so the men can also see your back almost bare.

“Sweet Jesus Christ, baby…” Your father says, getting up of his chair, walking close to you.

Holding one of your hands, he makes you turn again so he can say the whole outfit again. Taza is impressed and stupefy with his eyes touring the long dress.

“You stole my air”. Tranq says, leaning above the table where they're playing poker.

“And my heart”. Bishop agrees nodding with pursed lips.

“Yo! Riz, what do you think?” You ask your husband, raising an eyebrow expecting one of his compliments.

“Wha'?” He replies back, lifting his gaze of the cards, like he's looking at something normal and common he sees everyday.

“Could you please pay me some attention…?”

“I do it all the time. You're more annoying than Youtube premium adds”. Riz sighs rolling his eyes, making you frown and feeling how the rage runs through your body.

“Do you like it, or not?” With a heavy snort ignoring his comment, you point your own dress.

“Amma' one of your friends to feed your ego?” He asks then, leaving his cards on the table to cross his arms, lying on the chair.

The crew doesn't give credit.

“You're the one who bury it”.

“Yea', it's my only goal in life”. He nods, smiling somewhat petty pulling back his hair from the roots to his nape.

You don't say anything else, licking your lower lip as you let go your father's hand with the intention to walk back upstairs, so you can change it for your other clothes. But when you're about to continue your steps towards the door, Riz whistles you one time. Firmly.

“Com'ere, dumb ass”. Raising a hand to you, making you a slight gesture, you practically obey him being really mad at him.

“You're a fuckin' asshole, you know?”

“Yea', you're too. Seven years together and you still get snuffy”. Grabbing your wrist and pushing you into him, he forces you to sit on his lap surrounding you with his arms, as he leaves a kiss on your left shoulder. “No matter what kind of red you use, it's the best color fo' you. You look fuckin' heartbreaking with this dress and, remember my words, Shannon is gonna get vexed with you fo' get all the attention on her wedding”.

You look at him, pressing your lips so you avoid to smile because of his words, knowing his winning again. You hate him, so much. His fingertips traveling from top to bottom on your back in ephemeral caresses, as if you two were alone in the room, giving you nice chills.

“You make my fuckin' brain explode every time you breathe, wha'bout tha', ah?”

Raising both eyebrows with a incredulous look on your face, you can't help but finally smiling.

“And there it is. Now you have made my heart stop, mi vida”. He leans towards you, kissing that gesture on your lips so proud of it. “Now, get outta tha' fuckin' dress before I have to do'et, ending up traumatizing your father fo' making you scream out my name on the top floor”.

“For god's sake, Riz… You're such a romantic”. Vicki snorts rolling her eyes, before offering you a hand to get up of your husband's lap.

“That's why she married me”.

“At first I thought you had gotten her pregnant”. Taza says, sitting back on his chair. “When I knew it wasn't, well… to this day I keep wondering why she married you”.

“Dad, don' be rude”.

“It's my only job as father-in-law. Go get that dress off, I'm too old for another trauma”.