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sailorluna15 · 26 days ago

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Pitfighter vi x reader. vi is really cold at first and the whole thing is strictly physical but one time, reader tends to her wounds and she starts getting softer with her after that. Smut + angst if you don't mind.

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Pat, Pat, Pat.

Your face falls in defeat as your hands meet an empty mattress.

Why does she always do this to me? It's my fault, she always does this. I don't know why I expected different.

Vi always did this to you. Fucking you, using you for comfort, leaving you alone in the morning, and then acting like nothing ever happened. You thought you would get used to it, but you never do. Everyone tells you to leave her alone, but you just can't. You just can't.

With a bouquet of whatever flowers could find in Zaun, you stood waiting for Vi to come out of the pit. She had won her match, and you were so proud of her.

As soon as you see her beautiful figure, you stand up and straight and attempt to talk.

"Vi, you did so good..."

Your head turns as she walks right past you. You run to catch up to her, stopping right in front of her with your bouquet to her chest.

"I got these for you." You say nervously.

"Why are you here." Vi spits out.

Blinking two times in confusion, a little laugh comes out of your mouth.

"What do you mean? I came to support you. I always want to support you."

"Look, I don't need any fangirls. Please, go on somewhere." Vi says with an eye roll.

You stand there in shock as Vi pushes the flowers back to you and walks away.

As your shock fades away, you quickly decide that you won't let Vi slip from you this easily.

She's just hurt is all. She just needs somebody who won't give up on her, somebody to care.

The next time you saw Vi at one of her matches, she got her ass beat. Her lip was busted, her nose was bleeding from her piercing, and her left one had a shiner on it.

Goddamn

You wait, like always, for her to come out of the pit. When she does, she looks pissed.

"Vi-"

"I don't have time for your fucking fangirly bullshit! Haven't I fucking told you that before! When will you finally get it through your fucking skull that I just like to fuck you?" Vi yells as blood spills from her lip.

With a second thought, you dig in your pocket and pull out a handkerchief for her to wipe her lip with. You hold it out to her, and she looks at you in disbelief.

"I have ointment and gauze for your nose, too if you need it." You speak calmy.

Vi continues to stare at you with her jaw dropped.

"I know you don't care about anything but sex when it comes to me, but I am not the same. I want you to be good. I want you to be more than good. You don't have to feel the same but at least let me heal you a bit. We can have sex after that, and then you can leave."

A beat passes before Vi gives in.

"Fine, but you better make me dinner, too, and I definitely want sex."

With a light laugh, you agree, and you both make the journey to your house.

After entering your house, Vi plops herself on her couch.

"Are you thirsty?" You ask.

"You got beer?" Vi responds.

"Yes. Here you go."

You give the beer to her and then go to the back to get your healing kit.

You sit next to Vi and ask her to turn your way.

"I'll try to be as careful as possible. It might sting a little."

As you heal Vi's face, her body relaxes, and she starts to ask you questions about your life.

How did you get into healing? How do you know how to cook. Where did you find those flowers?

You politely answer every question until you finally finish.

"All done! You did so well." You say cheerfully.

A rosy shade paints Vi's face as she hears your praise. With a cough, she asks roughly, "What for dinner?"

"Oh, I forgot! I was thinking we could have fried fish and rice. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds alright." Vi says nonchalantly despite doing jumping jacks in her head as the thought of a home cooked meal.

As you cook the meal, Vi gets up and stalks towards you.

"What are you doing?"

You nearly jump 10 feet in the air as her voice suprises you.

"Oh, my fucking God Vi, you scared me! I'm breading the fish."

"What's "breading the fish"." Vi says, making quotations in the air.

"It's when you put the chicken in eggs and flour before frying it. It's what makes the fish crispy."

"Mmm." Vi hums as she puts her arms around your waist.

Vi's lips trail down you neck as her hands crawl up the inside of your top.

You moan softly as you fail to push her away. "Vi, I'm trying to cook."

"Cook later, I'm horny."

"I thought you wanted dinner." You puff out.

"I want pussy more." She muffles out into your neck. Continuing, she says, "Plus, I gotta make it up to you for being such as asshole earlier."

"It's okay, Vi. I understand that you're just frustrated sometimes. You don't have to make it up to me." You sigh out in ecstasy as Vi rubs circular motions on your breasts.

"Lemme make it up to you, cupcake."

"Let me turn off the stove." Quickly, you turn off the stove and allow Vi to pick you up to take you to the bedroom.

As soon as Vi lays you on the bed, you immediately start taking each other's clothes off.

The first thing Vi does as she sees your breast is suck on them. She swirls her tongue around your nipple while she palms your other breast. You moan and arch into her touch as she works your body.

"Fuck, Vi, don't stop." You say as you begin to rub quick motions on her clit. She groans into your mouth, her cum coating your fingers. Vi moves away from your breast, trailing kisses down your stomach, happy trail, to the top of your pussy. She plants a kiss there before attempting to dive into you.

"Wait," you say with a heavy breath.

"What?" Vi says with a confused look.

"Let's do 69, I wanna eat your pussy."

A grin splits across Vi's face at lightning speed as quickly moves into position. As soon as her pussy is in front of you, you dive into each other like a five-course Michelin meal.

Both of your moans resound throughout the entire room as you tongue fuck and clit suck each other's pussies into oblivion.

"Fuck, suck my clit harder." Vi demands as she rocks against your face. Quickly obeying her command, you attach your lips to her and suck like a vacuum.

She does the same to you and in a matter of second you both come hard, shaking against each other. Vi rolls off of you and stares at the ceiling in a daze.

"Shit, that felt so good, Vi. You ready for dinner now?" You ask innocently.

Vi nods her head weakly. With a chuckle, you get up out of bed, clean both of you up, and start on dinner.

"Damn, I think fucking love her," Vi whispers to herself.

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kykyonthemoon · 8 months ago

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Nightmares

When nightmares strike, you are the sole source of warmth that could help him overcome his inner turmoil.

ಇ. Character x Reader/MC

(Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne and Dawnbreaker, Xavier and Glitch!Xavier)

ಇ. Tags: hurt/comfort, angst with a little fluff, emotional hurt, comfort

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

It was a sunny afternoon when he returned to his old house.

That place still had a modest beauty, the kind of beauty that made family members feel sad every time they left. It was so deeply engraved in his mind that with every breath, he knew he was closer and closer to returning home.

There, would be someone always waiting for him.

The door creaked when opened. Caleb walked inside. The familiar smell of food and the sound of cooking in the kitchen were always the things that impressed him the most. He continued in that direction till he noticed a familiar figure sitting at the dining table, back to the aisle.

Caleb grinned and spoke your name. You did not reply. He went forward, putting one hand on your shoulder to turn you around.

Your lifeless eyes glanced up at him.

"Pipsqueak? What's wrong?"

You did not respond. You slowly rose up and entered the kitchen. Why was this place so dark and cold? Caleb failed to recall the house being this vast and gloomy.

"Where are you going? I'm back now, pipsqueak?

You halted. The warm sunlight poured down on him through the window, but where you stood just a few steps away from him, everything was in darkness.

Even you.

“You only came home now…” You spoke, but your voice didn't contain any emotion. You were always the one who ran into his arms when he came home after long journeys away! Why were you being so distant then?

“Pipsqueak…”

Caleb reached out to you. How he wanted to touch you! He wanted to hold you in his arms and if he had to beg your forgiveness for leaving you, he would definitely do so.

He had been gone for too long.

You looked at him. Tears began to fall and your face showed little emotion. Not joy, but resentment. You became distorted and writhed as if fire surrounded your body.

“You've been gone for too long!”

You screamed out in pain. Caleb quickly rushed towards you, but it seemed like a force was holding him back, making him unable to move. Just like that, he could only open his eyes and watch you burn. The kitchen was on fire. The house was on fire. Everything was on fire.

“You've been gone too long, Caleb!” You shouted. Your tears turned into blood as your body burnt in the flames. “You left me alone! You abandoned our home!”

The walls cracked, the windows exploded and debris flew all around, cutting you, cutting him. The ceiling began to collapse. But there was nothing Caleb could do. He just cried.

“Pipsqueak… Please…”

“You… left me… here...”

Your plaintive screams were swallowed by fire. When he finally was able to reach out and touch you, there was nothing left there but a burned corpse.

The fire disappeared. The cozy house in Caleb's memory had become ruins. He clutched your corpse, which was scorched black and was disintegrating into dust. The sobbing inside him turned into a protest against himself.

He left, because he thought it was the best thing for you.

When it all came back, to this place, many years ago, he had caused the house to explode. To you, he had been dead since then. He didn't have time to say goodbye. But he only had to do it to ensure your safety.

In the end, he could not save you. He could not save himself.

Still, you left this world. Still, you turned into ashes. Who did this to you; it was not the matter. Not when you had already died the day he left.

Caleb yelled with anguish. He lost you, he lost his home. The one thing that kept him going was gradually vanishing, soaring with the wind and never returning to him.

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“Pipsqueak!”

Caleb shouted. He opened his eyes to see the familiar bedroom ceiling, which was dimly lit by street lights outside the window and visible through the curtains.

Beside him, you turned over. With your eyes still closed, one hand struck his chest.

“What now?… Waking me up in the middle of the night…” You said in a sleepy voice. Caleb grabbed your hand and turned around to hug you. Only when he felt your warmth and buried his face in the scent of your hair could he calm down.

“It's nothing, pipsqueak…” He whispered. “It was just a nightmare… Sorry for waking you…”

You breathed evenly in a straight position on the bed. Your mouth grumbled something like: "Idiot... You're a grown-up now, and you're still afraid of nightmares..."

Caleb smiled softly. He gave you an even tighter embrace. "Yes. I'm such an idiot. I'm so terrified of nightmares every time I have to leave you."

“But I'm right here. Now will you let me go back to sleep?”

“Just let me hold you a little longer…” He whispered as he put his hand beneath the pillow and softly drew you into his loving arms.

You were real in front of his eyes.

And he had no intention of allowing you to vanish like in that dream again.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Waves crashed onto the shore in regular rhythms. The twisted moon overhead sent a feeble light into the sea, engulfing the two little figures standing by it. The water had reached their knees, and the two were leisurely dancing together.

Spinning. Around and around. Magically shimmering water droplets continued to soar high with each stride. You smiled pleasantly at him. That night, you became his bride.

The celebration was over. Only the two of you remained together, from now until eternity. You were so beautiful, so perfect. Your love for him was as pure as your smile.

And he should have felt happy.

He should have, because after all, he had got you and this perfect ending. But was this really the end?

He gazed at you with melancholy eyes. You smiled heartily as you whirled around. Sea water surged up high, bathing your entire body in a vivid crimson color. The entire water surface became the color of blood.

You were still dancing, as if the pungent odor of death gave you delight. You were immersed in blood when he gazed at you. Hatred was the only thing burning in his heart at that time.

You swayed a little farther, then turned towards him. Your arms stretched out as you called affectionately:

“Rafayel! Hurry. Come with me!”

He moved closer. He was strolling through a pool of blood from his own kind. Lemurian blood was dispersed over the waters.

Unbeknownst to you, as you turned your back on Rafayel, one of his hands was wrapped around your waist, the other brandishing a knife.

“I like this place. Can we stay here forever?” You said, as if you didn't care about the blood gushing at your feet.

"Alright." Rafayel replied in a cold voice. “If you like it here, we'll stay.”

You leaned your head back with joy, resting on his chest. You were so little, yet you had a powerful heart. So gorgeous. He only wanted to strangle it, tear it out of your chest, and toss it into the deep sea.

He wanted you to pay the price.

You closed your eyes and hummed the melody he once sang for you. How foolish of him! He had given you everything—his love, his life, his whole kingdom... Everything was ruined by your hands.

Now, he shall take it all back.

Rafayel raised your chin and let you stare at him for a long while. You were smiling still. But he swung the sharp blade high, plunging into your heart.

In your eyes was terror and agony. Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes, but he still held your chin in his palm, making you unable to look away as his other hand forced the hilt of the dagger, deeper into your heart.

“Rafayel… Why… Why?…”

That was all you could say before the vivid red blood from your heart spread to his palm, spilling into the sea and merging with the blood of the Lemurians.

He should have been satisfied. He should have been thrilled since he carried out his vengeance.

But he simply felt broken.

When he tossed your lifeless corpse into the water, it seemed like he had died too that very moment.

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“Rafayel!!!… Stop… I can't… breathe… Rafayel!…”

You pinched Rafayel's cheek hard; he was sleeping on your chest. His weight prevented you from breathing normally. The ache awoke him. White pearls dropped from the corners of his eyes.

“Rafayel?…”

You frowned and watched him slowly rose up, both hands resting on your pillow. When he lowered his head, the radiant pearls continued to rain on your face and the bed.

“Hey… What's wrong?” You lifted your hands to caress his cheeks. “Why are you crying?”

“I… just had a nightmare…”

Rafayel gasped. It must have been a really horrific nightmare to make him this way. He fell asleep, his body was all over you, and then he started weeping. You had never seen him like this, and it concerned you.

"What did you dream about?" Your arms curled around Rafayel's neck, bringing him closer. He hesitated, as if he didn't want you to know, then revealed:

“In my dream, I had to kill the person I loved.”

Silence filled the room. The sky over your head was twinkling with stars. Rafayel's bedroom was filled with the lovely sound of the sea. You rubbed your face into the crook of his neck and murmured:

“I trust Rafayel will never harm me.”

“Are you sure? Even I don't know... The person in the dream... It's not me..."

"That's right." You rubbed his sweaty back. “That person is definitely not you. You know, people say dreams are the opposite of reality. What you saw will not happen.”

Rafayel was calmer, however, you still felt his body trembling in your arms.

“I won't allow that to happen…” He replied. “Having to end the life of the person I love… It is far more painful than being stabbed in the heart by that same person…”

“Rafayel.” You said in a serious tone. You held Rafayel's face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. His hair was tangled, and pearls were no longer pouring from his eyes, but they remained red. “I don't know what will happen in the future, but as long as I still breathe, I will never hurt you.”

Rafayel gazed at you for a time before gently smiling. “That's a promise between the two of us then.”

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

“Zayne… So cold… I'm… so cold…”

Zayne helped you up, quickly wrapping his thick coat around you. His hands stroked your body repeatedly to keep you warm. But you were growing colder. Your breath slowly escaped your body as the sorrow smothered his heart

“No… Wake up… Don't sleep! Please!… Don't sleep now…”

Zayne's scarred and bloody hand clumsily held on to you. So tight. He wanted to give you all his warmth. But did he even have any warmth left?

“It's useless.”

The voice sounded as if it had just escaped his mind. Zayne turned around. Behind him stood Grim Reaper, another Zayne dressed in a cloak as black as the night. Cold and cruel.

“You know you can't save her.”

"Shut up!" Zayne's shouts resonated across the wind and snow. He would never leave you alone in this cold.

Yet Grim Reaper's voice still echoed:

“You know why she died.”

Trembling, Zayne gradually dropped his gaze to the girl in his arms. In the center of your chest, bright, sharp pieces of ice were developing more and more.

"No… NO!" Zayne screamed. His palm touched the shards, causing them to tear into his skin. Bleeding. “I will save her! I must save her!”

He breathed into your numbed hand. But the more he touched you, the greater the ice formed around your body.

“Give up.” Grim Reaper spoke again. Zayne ignored him, despite the fact that they looked absolutely the same.

Nightmare. He had always been his nightmare. Perhaps in another universe, he was the Grim Reaper. And he felt like he was progressively becoming the Grim Reaper as you left this life, leaving him behind.

“Stay with me, please… Open your eyes and look at me….” Zayne begged over her corpse. His tears turned into drops of ice. They fell onto your body and shattered.

You could no longer hear his cries.

"You cannot save her." Grim Reaper said. He was bending down on one knee beside you, on the other side of Zayne. His hand in the black glove brushed across your frost-covered face, as if he, too, was in grief. "After all, you cannot save yourself."

"Leave!" Zayne yelled in rage and suffering. His embrace of you became more intense, as if he wanted to take you away from Grim Reaper's reach. He grinned with bitterness.

"Remember. You are the one who killed her.”

Zayne shook his head, repeatedly. Everything in front of his eyes drifted away. Grim Reaper also vanished. There were only you and him remaining.

He had murdered you.

You and he promised to get through this together. He would save your dying heart, and you would help him in his escape from the curse of his Evol. It was a curse. He was unable to control it, and there came calamity.

Help you? No, he was not your savior. He was your death.

Zayne heard Grim Reaper's laugh - his own laugh - echoing in his thoughts. Cruel yet full of bitterness.

The snowstorm came, but it could not bury his sin and regrets.

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When you came into Dr. Zayne's office during lunch break, you noticed the temperature was unusually low.

You discovered Zayne asleep on the sofa. His body trembled, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his mouth moved without any word heard. You even caught a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

“Zayne? Are you having a nightmare?” You shook him by the shoulders. His entire body felt freezing. The nearest window was covered in frost. You started to panic. But no matter how you attempted to rouse him up, he failed to hear you.

You had to sit on the sofa, placing his head on your lap. You caressed his hair, patted his shoulders and head while comforting him:

"It's alright. I'm here with you… You will be fine…”

After a while, his quiver stopped. His eyes opened slowly. He found you.

“…”

Zayne's hand reached out towards you and then stopped halfway. He was about to touch you but hesitated. Seeing that, you clasped your hand with his.

"What's wrong? Doctor Zayne is experiencing nightmares from overwork, isn't he?"

You smiled. So gentle. That warm beam seemed to calm him down. Zayne's respiration and pulse rate eventually returned to normal. He replied:

“Yeah… My apologies for causing you to worry again.”

When he recognized your cold hand, he became fully awake. He rapidly gained control of his Evol, and the room warmed up to some extent.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes. Much better now.”

Zayne's eyes were still red. He wanted to sit up, but you kept him in your lap for a while longer.

“Lunch break is still long. You can sleep for a bit longer. I will stay here to watch over your sleep.” You declared out loud, as if you were his little defender.

This made Zayne quite happier. He grinned and replied:

“You are always the one who guides me out of nightmares. No matter how bad it gets, I know you will come to my rescue.”

"That's right. Now you can sleep soundly.”

Zayne slowly closed his eyes. He was unsure if he could sleep again after that nightmare. But having you by his side made him feel more at peace. Your fingers squeezed his hand. Your warmth enveloped him. You were alive and well. He still had time to save you, to save himself.

Knowing that made him feel a lot more assured. When you placed a kiss on his forehead, he was ready to face all of the nightmares to come.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

When Xavier returned to Philos, he did so as a traitor.

He gambled with fate, and lost everything. Honor. Freedom. Love. There was nothing left for him when he returned.

His fleet had crossed countless light years, to innumerable realms out there. But what he was looking for was just an illusion.

And suddenly his entire existence became a curse.

To lose his freedom, to lose the love of his life for eternity. Was that the price to pay for opposing destiny?

In the dark corner of the room, Xavier knelt on the cold stone floor. He could not move, nor speak unless granted permission.

He quietly observed the girl he loved in the garden on the other side of the door. The warm sunshine tenderly casted a lovely aura over your body. Your grin shone brighter than the myriad of flowers in the yard. How many times did Xavier want to approach you, call your name, and touch you? But he could not.

Every time he came close to you, the crimson chain around his neck tightened. It did not murder him, but it was painful and debilitating enough. All he could do was stare at you holding hands with an unknown person. Someone with a physique similar to his.

That man was the King, you were his Queen. And Xavier was nothing but a sinner, a tool to be used, a killing machine. All for you. He would do everything for you, but you were no longer his lover.

You failed to recognize him. You were no longer the same as before. Since the person he truly loved was dead.

She was once a Queen. He had vowed to be the Knight standing beside her. But he left her alone on the cold throne. She died and was reborn, again and again. How many times had his love died before he came back?

The girl in front of him now had no memory of those lives anymore. It was a blessing. For you would no longer have to cry over the treachery you believed he had committed on you.

His only wish was to save you; to save the girl he loved from the spiral of death and rebirth. But when he tried to cut off your chains, he, too, was bound by another curse.

He watched you die and come back in another life. As many times as you sat on that throne, he became a slave at your feet, and as many times as he witnessed your death. He could not do anything else, not even scream and weep.

For, he had been cursed since the day he left you alone.

“Xavier… Save me… I don't want… to die…”

He stared down at your body, which was securely tied to the stone table. Trembling. His Queen begged him. Xavier was shrouded in black. The chain around his neck became tighter.

“Do it, Xavier! Stop wasting time!”

The crowd behind urged him. Xavier's palm clenched on the shiny hilt of his sword.

“No… Xavier… Please!…”

“The sacrifice must be completed! Do not forget your duty as Philos' royalty, Xavier! Do not forget how you betrayed us and what punishment you must endure!”

Xavier closed his eyes tightly. You and him, you could never escape this fate. He raised his sword, once more. He ended your torment, for another life.

Yet, his suffering would never cease.

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Xavier awoke with tight agony in his neck and chest. His pillow was drenched from weeping. He heard your frightened voice repeating in his ears:

"Oh dear! You have a high fever!”

Through tears, he watched you climb out of bed. You were going to go fetch him a damp towel and medication. But he pulled you back. He wrapped you securely in his arms.

“X-Xavier? How are you feeling? You scared me?…”

“Sorry… I'm really sorry…”

He continued muttering like that. You began to suspect that his apology was not for waking you up in the middle of the night screaming, or that he was hugging you so tightly that you were suffocating. Was there anything else going on?

"Did you have a nightmare?" You questioned as you wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his neck and back.

Xavier responded with a gentle "yeah". He eased his hold slightly to allow you to breathe. But seeing his condition, you couldn't help but worry.

"You have a fever." You mentioned it again. "Let me get medicine for you…"

“Stay with me!” Xavier spoke, almost like a grumble. It startled you. His arm was draped around your torso, and his other hand gripped your wrist firmly. Xavier dropped his voice, recognizing he was becoming overly emotional: "Please... Just stay here a little longer..."

“Alright… I'm here…” You comforted Xavier. You cared about nothing other than his mental turmoil. But you believed he would feel better, and when he was ready, he would tell you everything.

A moment later, when he had calmed down, Xavier said:

“I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you sad or worried…”

"It's fine. I just want you to know that I will always be by your side… Besides, we also have Galaxy Kid, Bunbun and these plushies..."

Both Xavier and you gazed at your plushie-filled bed. He grinned faintly, as if he was finally at ease. You added

“We'll get through everything together, okay?”

For a moment, Xavier said nothing. He just tilted his head slightly to look at you closely. His hand caressed your face as if you were a treasure he once lost, then found.

“Of course. We will get through everything together. Definitely…” His voice trailed off as he fell into a hazy condition caused by the fever in the middle of the night. “This time… I won't let you face it… alone…”

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years ago

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arcane character and how they cook?? i feel like theyre either amazing chefs or burn water on the stove😭

Hello! I usually only do Sevika but I tried my hand at the other characters I simp for so if it sucks no it doesn’t <3

Sevika

Wouldn’t know much beyond warming things up. If it’s meat, then it’ll definitely be a bit tough and leathery. This is not a problem for her and she’ll take a bite and moan into it like she just made a five star meal. Next time, cook the meal yourself and give her a task she can’t mess up like chopping vegetables

Speaking of chopping vegetables, she’s no longer allowed to use her blade. She sawed halfway through the countertop early on into its installation

And speaking of her prosthetic, she tries to show off by skewering ingredients with her claws

Burns herself and doesn’t even blink. Has been grabbing the pan of food off of a hot surface with just her hands until you caught her doing that and yelled at her. Her metal arm is scarred to hell. She probably just didn’t feel like buying mittens and wouldn’t use them enough to justify the purchase

Even when you get mittens for her, she’s not wearing them. She’d fold them in half and use them that way, if anything

Housewife kink housewife kink

Would just lean back and smirk as she watches you, spooks you by coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around you, pries your hands off whatever you’re holding to bring them to her lips, stays distractingly close to you, pressed flush against your back

Ambessa

Beneath her. She has servants for that. But if you wanted to be all romantic and have a lovely, relaxing evening cooking with your wife, she’d reluctantly agree. I say wife because I think she’s the type to snatch up anything she wants as hers

She does occasionally cave to your demands but she really finds the whole ordeal tedious and unnecessary. Would try to sneak in one of the cooks when you weren’t looking

You come back from the bathroom to see her literally throw the chef in the pantry/out of your line of sight

“Darling!” She’ll chime, feigning nonchalance and sounding like you just came back from a year long trip

“Ambessa-�� You’d start to scold.

“No, no, he forgot his… spatula.”

“Spatula?”

“It’s his favorite. Right?”

She’ll try to convince you to just eat something raw. Voices her very loud opinion on which steps she deems a waste of time (waiting for water to boil)

“My heart, you don’t need to cook these. See?” Talks to you like you’re an imbecile and takes a chunk out of the still-moving lobster

Makes a show of tasting anything by vulgarly licking and sucking on her fingers

Vi?

No. She’d burn herself and whatever she’s attempting to cook. Either really raw or really burnt. You would have to banish her to the doorway because she just gets in the way. And she’d try to sneak tastes before it’s done, sticking those dirty ass, bandaged fingers in the pot, literally burning herself but still moving to stuff it in her mouth as she mutters “ow ow ow ow”

Whacking her hands with the spoon does nothing but make her pout and make you feel bad

She gets bored fast. Will turn around three seconds after you tell her not to do something and do it

Attempts to distract you. Will come up behind you, place her hands on your hips and start swaying with you, but she soon begins to misbehave and get carried away with neck kisses

You try to give her harmless tasks to keep her hyperactive brain satisfied. Maybe you’ll be successful when you ask her to show you what she was able to pickpocket/steal today

“That looks like it’s done.”

“10 more minutes, Vi.”

“But it’s all-“ She gestures desperately at the pasta. “Noodly.”

“Needs to soak.”

“… Can I just get mine then-“

“No.”

On an unnecessary, sadder note, I imagine she’s more goofy and laid back with you because you make her inner child feel safe.

Silco

Probably the only one who’s decent. He probably tried to learn more sophisticated things once he got rich, things he didn’t have the chance to when he was growing up in the undercity. Very fancy and by the book, serves irritatingly small portions. Wears an apron and mittens with his colors and you have to as well if you’re helping. Maybe one day you surprise him with a less elaborate dish, something messy

He would attempt to eat it with utensils before submitting to his roots and digging in with his hands

Okay but watching him chopping something, dress shirt sleeves rolled up on his forearms, dexterous fingers gripping the blade? Carving into it like he would flesh-

Jinx

Views the whole ordeal as a science experiment. What happens if you mix these ingredients together? She’ll find out!

You’ll constantly get whacked with those braids because she moves around the kitchen like a tornado

Wants to do everything right by your side. What are you working on? She can help. Wouldn’t it be so cute and romantic if you cut things together?

Chooses unnecessarily large knives for tasks that require small ones

“Toots! Wouldn’t it be faster if we used the flamethrower?”

You’d have to give Jinx her favorite juice and maybe she’ll be okay with sitting on the counter and watching you cook instead.

If she is, she’d make concerningly happy noises when you bend over or flex your muscles as you cut something up. You’d look over to see big blue eyes unabashedly staring at you, laying on her stomach, head in her hands as she kicks her feet

If she was in a more serious mood, she’d actually stun you with how precise she is. While she may be occasionally overzealous with some ingredients, she could be pretty decent if she tried. It’s like making a bomb, sort of.

#arcane sevika x reader #ambessa x reader #arcane vi x reader #silco x reader #jinx x reader

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thehopeofitalll · 4 years ago

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"How am I attracted to you?"

read it on ao3.

“I’m studying!” Percy announced.

Annabeth looked up from her book. “That’s good!” she said. “I’m proud of you.”

“But you know what that means,” Percy continued.

“What does it mean?”

“You-” he pointed to her for extra emphasis. “-have to stay away from me.”

Annabeth scoffed. “That’s a stupid rule.”

“What can I say?” he said. “You’re very distracting.”

“Is that a compliment?” she asked, smirking.

He shrugged, leaning forwards and kissing her forehead. “If you want it to be.” Annabeth watched as her boyfriend stood up and disappeared into their room. She sighed, standing up to get her laptop and opening it up to start on an essay she had to write for her Architectural Design History class

She had been working on it for a while when she noticed that she hadn’t seen Percy around for a long time. Annabeth stood up, curious, and walked into their room to find Percy asleep on their desk.

She stifled a smile, and shook Percy’s shoulder. “Perce, wake up,” she said softly. “Percy!”

“I’m awake!” Percy yelled, jolting up. “I’m awake,” he repeated, rubbing his eyes.

“Studying, huh?”

“I was studying,” Percy said. “It’s just that this desk began to look like a really good place to sleep.” He yawned.

“I could help you if you want,” she offered.

“Nope,” he said, firmly. “You’re distracting.”

She rolled her eyes at him, smiling. Her eyes scanned the desk, and she furrowed her eyebrows at one object. “Why is there a stuffed animal on your desk?”

“He's not a stuffed animal, he's Bob and he keeps me from losing my mind,” Percy replied, in a matter-of-factly tone.

Annabeth let out a soft sigh. “You know what, I’m not even gonna question it. Now, come, let’s go grab something to eat then maybe I can help you study, okay?”

II.

Annabeth’s eyes flew open, and she lay near Percy, staring at the ceiling and wondering why she woke up. Then, she heard her stomach grumble.

She groaned, getting out of bed to scrummage their kitchen for something to eat. She wasn’t exactly the best cook, but she knew enough to make something that looked edible. Well, most of the time anyways.

Pulling out a box of mac and cheese, she set some water to boil.

“Wise Girl?” came Percy’s voice, as he entered their kitchen. He ran his hand through his messy hair. “What are you doing up at what time is it?” He glanced at the clock. “Uh...3:30 in the morning making...mac and cheese?”

“I’m hungry,” Annabeth replied. “Duh.”

“And you decided to come and cook with what confidence?” Percy asked, trying hard not to smile.

“Look, I don't ask for much in life, but just this once, could you not question my madness for like 10 minutes,” She said, rolling her eyes at him.

“Wise Girl, I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.” Percy said sternly. “You remember the last time you ‘cooked’ right?”

“Uh…” Annabeth recalled the time she tried to bake blue chocolate chip cookies to surprise Percy, after getting the recipe from Sally. To put it simply, it had not gone well. “Yeah, I do.”

Percy walked towards her. “So, maybe it’s best if I take care of this, okay?” He said, softly.

“Ugh okay,” she said, smiling at him. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Anything for you, Wise Girl.”

III.

Annabeth flipped through the pages of her book, her eyes scanning the words. She felt a tug on her hair, and glanced over her shoulder to see Percy freeze, caught in the act of playing with her hair.

She raised her eyebrow. “Percy, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Go back to reading.”

She stared at him, then turned her head back to her book. She felt another tug, and glared at Percy. “Percy, don’t touch my hair.”

“Ssh! Stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “I don’t need my hair to be braided.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t even feel me braiding it,” he said. “Just turn around.”

She groaned, then continued reading, while Percy continued to braid her hair. A lock of her hair fell over her shoulder and she suppressed her annoyance. “Percy….”

“Yes?”

“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon,” she warned him.

Percy scoffed. “At times, I think you love your books more than me.”

“Well, it isn’t a lie,” she said.

IV.

Annabeth played with a few strands of Percy’s hair, glancing down at his concentrated face—which consisted of him sticking his tongue out—as they watched a mystery movie.

“Quit staring at me, Chase,” he said, teasingly. “Eyes on the TV.”

“I wasn’t staring at you,” she said, even though it was extremely obvious that she had.

“Sure,” he said.

Annabeth smiled at her boyfriend. Percy’s phone chimed nearby, and when she glanced to see what it was, her heart nearly melted. She laughs softly, causing Percy to look up at her.

“What happened?” He asked her.

She held up his phone. “Am I your lock screen?” she asked.

Percy froze. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he replied, trying to reach for his phone.

“Aw, Seaweed Brain, it’s fine!” Annabeth said, smiling. “It’s cute that I’m your lock screen, ‘cause guess what?” “What?”

Annabeth searched for her phone, then held it up for him to see: they had the same picture of each other as their lock screens.

Percy grinned. “Maybe we are made for each other.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time with Piper.” Annabeth turned her attention back to their TV. “I bet you, Jim killed them.”

“No,” Percy said, shaking his head. “It’s definitely Vanessa.”

Annabeth groaned, walking into their apartment. “I could die.”

“Well, I certainly hope you don’t,” Percy said, glancing at her from their couch. “What happened?”

“Long exam,” Annabeth mumbled. “I can’t speak.”

He raised an eyebrow, then patted at the seat beside him. “How long?”

“Three hours,” she said, taking off her socks before collapsing next to her boyfriend. “So exhausted. Can I snuggle up to you?”

“Sure,” he said, putting his arm around her.

“What if we’re all just living in a simulation?” Annabeth asked.

“Oh no,” Percy pulled away from her. “We’re getting to Existential Crisis Annabeth.”

“It makes sense though!” she exclaimed. “Like, it makes sense, what if our life is an experiment?”

“I highly doubt that,” he said. “Alright, maybe let’s get you to sleep before we reach Giggly Annabeth.”

“Hm,” Annabeth glared at him, pulling her feet up, resting her head against his chest.

“Wise Girl, quit touching me, your feet are cold!” He whined.

“I. Sleepy.”

“Uh...how long have you been awake for?”

“32 hours, 20 minutes and 45 seconds.”

VI.

Percy groaned, shuffling through his clothes. “Annabeth?” he yelled, finally giving up his search.

“Yeah?” came her voice from the other room.

“Have you seen my hoodie?”

“...Nooo.”

Percy sighed. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“What makes you think that, Perce?”

He rolled his eyes, and walked towards her. “Give me the hoodie.”

“It’s mine now!”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” He said, reaching out for her.

“Nope,” Annabeth said, smirking. “You should’ve hidden all your hoodies before you decided to let me in your life.”

VII.

“Perce?”

“Yeah?” he asked, craning his neck to see her.

“This is serious, okay?” Annabeth said, focusing her eyes on him. “Am I...too competitive at Monopoly?”

“...No,” he said.

She rolled his eyes. “I can tell you’re lying, you know. Be honest, am I too competitive?”

“Maybe...maybe just a little bit,” he said. “And-ouch! Wise Girl!”

She looked at him innocently, like she hadn’t just smacked him with a pillow. “What?” Then she smacked him again.

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” He yelled.

VIII.

Percy walked across their apartment nervously. He called Annabeth when he was a few feet away.

“Percy?”

“Hey, so, um...totally random question here, but what would you do if I dyed my hair?” Percy asked.

“...Did you dye your hair?” Annabeth asked in turn.

Percy gave a fake laugh. “No! What makes you think that?”

“Percy…” The door to their bedroom opened up, and Annabeth peeked out to find a blue-haired Percy Jackson. She groaned. “Percy!”

“Surprise?” He said, giving her jazz hands.

“I think we need to have a talk, mister.” She folded her arms. “You dyed your hair blue?”

“I mean, you should’ve known it was coming,” he protested weakly. “I waste time trying to find blue maple syrup, how did you think I wouldn’t dye my hair?”

“You never find blue maple syrup! I thought you were gonna give up on your obsession one day or another.”

“How am I attracted to you?"

#percabeth #percabeth au #percabeth fluff #annabeth chase #percy jackson #my fic #fluffy percabeth #they're so 🥺

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pull-the-hoodie-strings · 4 years ago

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Family Dinner

My giftee for this years MSA Holiday Spirits ended up being @phantoms-lair! This was a lotta fun to write and I hope ya like it :D

My constant curse is making things too long but I think I managed this time.

Summary- After reuniting with Lewis with his family, the Peppers invited (read: insisted) that they all come over for a dinner like they used to.

"I just think it's too... formal."

Vivi was trying to be patient, she really was, but if Lewis changed his mind about what to wear one more time she was gonna lose it. It wasn't like the guy actually had to change clothes either. A flash of ghostly flames and he could go with whatever look he wanted. Normally Vivi would be all over that but the novelty had worn off a bit after the first six times.

"Lewis, babe," Vivi hopped up before he could switch again, grabbing onto his shoulders, "I promise you look great."

Despite the compliment Lewis just seemed to slump more. "Yeah?"

The sunny smile Vivi had managed dropped a bit then. Lewis had been a nervous mess all morning, not able to even sit still. They both knew it wasn't really about the outfit.

Vivi gave his shoulders a squeeze. "It's gonna be fine, Lew. They love you."

That got a frustrated noise out of him. "I know that but last time-" he trailed off, crossing his arms.

Last time was definitely... something. Obviously a big item on their to do list after Lewis rejoined the group was reconnecting with his family. The poor guy was terrified back then, barely able to keep hold of his human guise. Arthur and Vivi had gone in first, trying to prepare the Peppers a bit at least.

And then Lewis walked in.

The whole room had fallen fell deadly silent. Mrs Pepper had dropped the plate she'd been holding. Mr Pepper dropped to the ground himself. There was a lot of yelling and a lot of tears afterwards, the Peppers practically yanking their son into a bear hug.

The only wrinkle was Lewis's little sisters. Cayenne and Belle were a little wary of him now. Little Paprika spent most of the night hiding behind her older sisters, hardly looking at her brother. Lewis's death was the first big loss they'd experienced. Though he was thrilled to be able to see his family again, Vivi could see the disappointment in his eyes.

Now the Pepper's had invited (more like insisted) they all come to dinner tonight.

Lewis let out a sigh. "I don't wanna scare them, Vi."

"And you won't. They're probably confused, Lewis, you just gotta show 'em you're still their big brother." Vivi paused, thinking for a moment. "Plus once Cayenne figures out you can shoot fire out of your hands and everything..."

A snort. "That'd end with the restaurant burning down."

The mood a bit lighter now, Lewis settled on his usual human appearance, ascot and all. He was still fussing with the cuffs of his shirt as Arthur came downstairs.

"You guys ready?" Arthur's keys were jingling in his pocket, nervous smile on his face. Shooting a glance back to Lewis, Vivi nodded.

"As we'll ever be," she said, forcing a bit of the usual excitement into her tone for her boys. It only worked a little bit. The all piled into Arthur's van and then they were off. The drive to Pepper Paradiso was a quiet one. Arthur was glancing from the road towards the two of them occasionally while Lewis stared out of the window, fidgeting.

Vivi frowned, watching Lewis in the rearview mirror. Slowly, she asked, "Do you guys remember our prom night?"

Lewis frowned, meeting her eyes through the mirror. "Yeah? What part of it?"

"I think we had dinner at your parents restaurant, right?" Despite getting the important memories back, little bits and details were still hard to grasp sometimes.

"Yeah we did," Lewis leaned back into his seat. "We all just went together since we didn't have any dates."

Arthur snorted from the driver's seat. "That probably should've been a sign, considering."

"Yes, well," Lewis shrugged, "mom was ready to give both of you the shovel talk either way."

"What?" Arthur had paled a bit, glancing towards the back seat. "Dude that would be terrifying, don't tell me that right before we get there!"

"I'd say I'd protect you Arty," Vivi said as she patted his shoulder, "but Mrs. Pepper is a force to be reckoned with."

"She's not that bad," Lewis argued as they both gave an exaggerated shudder.

The banter petered off as they pulled in front of the restaurant. It was later in the day, the Peppers having closed earlier than usual so they could host the little dinner. Lights still shone out past the closed sign in the window. The restaurant had always been welcoming, almost a second home for them when they were younger. Now though? It wasn't foreboding exactly but the concept of trying to get that homey feeling again...

Arthur put the van in park, leaving it run as he turned in his seat. "Hey, we don't have to do this if you're not ready, big guy."

But the ghost was already shaking his head. "No. No I want to go. Besides, it's not like I can put this off forever."

Then Lewis was clambouring out of the van, Vivi and Arthur sharing a glance before following. The door to Pepper Paradiso swung open easily. Immediately the smells of food cooking hit them in the face carried on the warm air inside. The tables for regular customers were all bare, cleaned and ready for tomorrow. Vivi could hear distant voices from the kitchen.

Lewis seemed to freeze for a moment as the door shut behind them. Mr. Pepper heard them apparently, swinging open the door to the back and waving them on in. The kitchen was still on the smaller side just enough to serve the Pepper’s needs. Vivi remembered vaguely of Mr. Pepper waxing poetic about his dream renovation of the room. Set towards the back, past the ovens and countertops, was a larger table. A bit beat up over the years, they used it for dinners both with family, friends, and co-workers after long nights.

Mrs. Pepper was stood at the stove, sauteing vegetables. She gave them a small smile before turning and yelling up the stairs.

"Girls! Dinner is almost on, come down and set the table."

They were all roped into helping set up one way or another. Grabbing some more chairs, getting drinks, or in Lewis' case: hesitantly offering to help set the table.

By now the girls had arrived, glancing between Lewis and their parents. Lewis had a few plates in hand, hovering on the opposite end of the table. Vivi could see how tight he was clutching them halfway across the room. They'd already broken enough plates last time.

Finally, just as Lewis went to say something, Belle interrupted.

"It's your turn," she said softly.

Lewis blinked. "Huh?"

She pointed to the still empty table. "To set the table. It's your turn."

Cayenne hesitated a moment before nodding wisely. Lewis, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to do some math.

"I always set the table," he argued, baffled, "you guys just try and hide upstairs and Paprika is- was too short."

"Well you haven't done it in forever," Cayenne crossed her arms. "So you should do it the next like- twenty times. Plus the dishes."

For a moment all Lewis could do was stare. Then, as Vivi watched, he let out a small, disbelieving laugh. It built into one of those warm, deep laughs she loved to hear from him. The smile on his face was just as welcome.

"Right," he said with a nod. Even though his voice was shaky, the smile didn't dim. "Sure, twenty times at least."

"At least!" Cayenne made sure to emphasize that part.

Vivi smiled as she finished grabbing drinks, making her own way to the table. It wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, but they fell back into the familiar sort of sibling banter they used to have. She imagined Lewis would have to sit down with them sometime and explain a bit more but right now? Even little Paprika was smiling.

Cayenne pulled urgently on her sleeve and Vivi leaned down so the girl could whisper in her ear.

"Does his hair always do that now?" Cayenne excitedly pointed towards Lewis, whose pompadour was decidedly more wispy and fire like than before. He was half arguing and half laughing with Belle, who was currently trying to pawn off more chores onto him.

Vivi smirked, whispering back. "Only if you make him laugh."

"Cool," Cayenne said slowly.

Yeah, she thinks they're gonna be alright.

#msaholidayspirits2020 #Ot3 #a little bit anyway!#phantoms-lair #Lewis pepper #vivi yukino #arthur kingsmen #fluff #happy holidays!

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monchikyun · 4 years ago

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17. creature most vile and despicable

(this is a sequel to “The Sun, the Moon, and all the stars”, the one when they are married with children and Connor is missing, aka the usual)

Time has stopped moving, for all the seconds Gavin has to live through have lost their purpose. He’s stuck in a void where the only thing that means something is the numbing pain that threatens to stop his heart and the only escape is through the girls and their sad faces that need to be comforted. Which is insurmountably worse. He wonders where he finds the strength to wake up and repeat the same torment of waiting. Waiting for the news that would put an end to this agonising uncertainty. It would be a million times more tortuous if the hope he so desperately clings to got ripped away from him, the hope that keeps them from breaking completely. But it has been three weeks already, and with each day the chance that Connor will safely return to them gets slimmer.

He wants to scream that it isn’t fair, that it should have been him who leaves first, for the sake of the children if nothing else. Connor is so much better at taking care of them, at making them smile and keeping them happy, and although they don’t say it, Gavin isn’t the favourite parent. Maybe it’s because he has little to no fond memories of his childhood and therefore has difficulty showing the good of the world to the girls, or perhaps it’s the fact the android is vicariously experiencing the joys that come with being a child for the first time, but the truth stays the same, everyone loves Connor a bit more than they love him. Other than the android himself, but he has Gavin to compensate for that. That’s why he has to try extra hard to prevent his family from falling apart during these testing times. He cooks a dinner every day, takes the girls to the park, reads them before bed, all the things he usually sucks at. These are Connor’s specialties, he’s the one who can handle the domestic stuff the best after all. And it’s not that Gavin is absolutely terrible at it, that he has abstained from these things, it’s just very painful to do it alone. It doesn’t feel right. It is supposed to be the four of them forever, no matter how unattainable this plan might be.

For how hard this is on Gavin, he can’t even imagine what the little ones must be going through. Their household has been lacking the usual sounds of life since this all began. No more laughter, no more friendly yelling over each other, no more out of tune singing being heard from the girls’ room. It’s like they’re living through a terrible nightmare, trapped in eternal sleep.

He puts away the leftovers and washes up, waiting for his daughters to finish cleaning themselves so he can put them to bed, to provide them with the only relief they can get while this bad dream lasts. It has been yet another day of barely surviving, empty of signs that they might get closure soon. It’s easier when he’s at work, he can busy himself with his case and lower the volume of the screaming ache. But here in their home, he is always surrounded by things that remind him of what they’ve lost, no matter how temporarily it might be.

“When is pappy going home?” A question that haunts him every single day. One that doesn’t have a right answer. Because they’ve decided to never lie to their children, as their relationship itself is built on honesty.

“Is he dead?” Ellie is the bravest seven-year-old he’s ever known, always looking after her younger sister. And Annie… she’s just the biggest sweetheart, a true definition of innocence. They deserve a much happier life than what he alone can provide.

“We have to hope he isn’t.” He dims the lights and sits by their shared bed. They’re too scared to spend the night apart, especially Gavin. “Tell you what, I’m gonna make a story about what might have happened to Connor, sounds good?” It really doesn’t, but that’s the best he can do right now.

The girls nod and huddle together under the blanket, making a space for their father to join in.

“Okay, let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a robot so kinds and so beautiful that the stars shone a little brighter when he walked under them.”

“Who’s that?”

“That’s Connor, you silly.”

He can see their lips curl up and the sight makes him lose about one pound of the weight he has to carry.

“And all the people in the land vied for his attention. But one person held so much affection for him, that none could compare and the robot had no choice but to grow close tho the raggedy man who would not give up on pursuing him. As time went on, the two of them became a proper family and eventually welcomed two pretty princesses into their home.”

“Is that us?”

“Obviously, princess Annie.”

They giggle and his heart is about to implode on itself.

“But one of those who were left ignored by the handsome robot wasn’t satisfied with the current state of events and planned its cruel revenge. It was a creature most vile and despicable, not afraid to do anything to have the robot for itself. It stalked his every move, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. One day, the vile creature succeeded. When no one was looking, it kidnapped the robot and ran away with him far, far away. And because it was so very large and so incredibly fast no one was able to stop it.”

The wide eyes focusing on his every word almost make him want to cut the story short and put them to sleep, but he owes the girls something that could manage to calm them down, at least for tonight.

“It took the robot to its secluded abode, locking him to a room the creature had prepared for him. But it didn’t want him out of malice or because of its evil nature, it just simply fell in love with the robot and was compelled to stay in his proximity. It didn’t treat him badly, but still, it did hurt him terribly. For the robot was denied the most important things in the world – freedom, and mainly, his family, who suffered tremendously from the loss of the person who lit up their lives. But they never gave up their hope, believing that the day would come when they would be reunited once more.”

“So how did it end? Was the robot saved in the end?” The younger one looks like she’s five seconds from slipping into dreamland, but her curiosity never relents.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe the raggedy man should go and defeat the despicable creature in order for the story to have a happy ending. What do you think?”

“Hmmm, I think he has to. The princesses are strong enough to take care of themselves and they would want to do anything to have both of their parents home again, no matter how long it takes.” He doesn’t doubt it. There are people who would be willing to look after the kids in his absence - friends, colleagues, his brother if there were no other options.

He kisses their foreheads and tucks them in tightly, praying for a better tomorrow.

Maybe he should take the risk and help with the search. Maybe he’s the missing piece of the puzzle of finding out what really happened to Connor. And if it the worst came to pass, Gavin wants to be the one to put his hand on the most vile and despicable creature that snuffed their light out.

@convinseptember maybe I’ll write a proper ending to this tragedy one day xD

#convinseptember #convin #this is not happy #sorry #reminds me of Annie from Not a thing #Gavin also invented a bedtime story for her there BUT #this story isn't as horribly tragic I swear xD

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howardpotts · 6 years ago

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A Little Spark - Part 4

Minding your own business

Summary: You go shopping with Wanda and in the evening there’s an unexpected visitor.

Warnings: Smut lol. so much for the unexpected visitor.

Wordcount: 3.314

A/N: So sorry for the delay! I wanted to upload this 2 days ago, but I was literally smashing my head on the table for how bad my writing was. I hope I fixed it. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! :)

You cried. For a long time you cried. It wasn’t because someone knew. It was because you haven’t ever said it. Not even to yourself in the mirror. Not even when you couldn’t sleep and your thoughts were going crazy. It felt surreal, but most of all, it made you feel like utter shit.

Most people would dream of something like this; to live forever. But it’s no fun when you’re really living forever. Or so, you think. You’re not sure. What if you would grow old without changing looks? You’d die, while people would still think you’re young. It’s a terrifying thought.

Sure, when you were eighteen, you didn’t want to grow up, you wanted to stay young forever. You still did when you didn’t know you weren’t aging. But you hated it now. You tried not to think of losing all the people around you, who will die of age. Losing everything you know. Living forever, without knowing what will happen. It terrifies you, it gives you chills to the bones.

You expected Tony to come by in the evening. To either ask you if what Thor told him was true, or yell at you for not telling him earlier. Or both.

But he didn’t show up. Not in the afternoon and not in the evening. You tried to concentrate on the series in front of you, but you couldn’t. You had so many questions. How did Thor know? What were his thoughts on you? Did he tell Tony? If not, why didn’t he tell Tony? Did he tell anyone at all?

Close to midnight, you tried to switch the button in your head. You had to move away from the thought of someone finding out and creating panic, since that didn’t happen yet. And if it happens, you’ve got your bags packed in two minutes and you will run, never hesitating on going back.

You never had to run and you really weren’t looking forward to the first time, because that will definitely come. May it be in a few days or twenty years.

It’s been twenty-four hours since Thor knew. A whole fucking day and you’re still trying not to freak out over the fact that he could’ve told anyone. Everyone, even.

Today was your day off, so you decided to go shopping. When you told your plans to Wanda at the compound, she asked if she could join. “I need a new dress, been wearing the same one for the last five parties.” It made you smirk. You didn’t mind having someone around. She might even give you good advice in case you were doubting.

The metro stopped in midtown Manhattan, where the shops were waiting for you. You got out of the metro and walked in to the boring grey station, that was soon filled with lots of other people. Even though there was an escalator, you decided it couldn’t hurt to take the stairs. It would be the only exercise you’d get, apart from walking in and out of stores.

“Oh, I’m so glad we’re doing this!” Wanda squealed. Steve told you that Wanda wasn’t this happy when she first joined the Avengers. He told you about her brother, her guilt, her sadness. It was something that made you connect with her very quickly. Over the past few weeks, you’ve grown closer to her. You weren’t sure if she was open for a friendship, but it turned out she was desperate for it.

“Me too! Nothing better than shopping your feelings away”, you joke. She nods, knowing you can joke about the sadness you’re both going through. You might have different stories, but the feeling remains the same.

The first store you entered was ZARA. You roamed the clothing racks, looking for a cute outfit for the fall, along with a dress for Wanda to wear. Beautiful clothes fall through your fingers, but none of it were your style.

Second store you visited, was Urban Outfitters. Again, nothing. Wanda did find a shirt, to which you laughed. “I thought you were looking for a dress?”, you joked. She just pushed you playfully to the side. “Don’t tell Vis”, she laughed.

And so you went on, visited four other stores. Both you and Wanda found a dress. When you saw yours hanging in the racks, all you could think of was one person. Or more specifically; one God.

When you wore it in the changing room, you couldn’t be more pleased. It was revealing, but subtle enough for both of you to know the dress was meant for him. It’s so wrong to think about him while wearing this dress, considering it was a one time – correction, two time – thing. But you couldn’t leave it hanging in the store.

Now, two hours later, you were sitting in a small coffeeshop. It was cosy, only a hand full of people who decided to come here as well. Some were talking, some pulled their laptops out to do some work. A hot cappuccino was in front of you, foam shaped in the way of a heart.

You were talking about nothing in particular, but at least you were distracted.

“How exactly are you with the men? Any love or.. anything else?”, she asks, wiggling her eyebrow at the end of it. You almost choke on your cappuccino, but luckily you know how to keep your cool quick enough. This was not a question you expected.

See, here’s the problem. You’re not sure if you and Thor talk about your little adventure to the rest of the Avengers. Maybe he just wants to keep it a secret, locked away for only you two to remember. You never asked, even though you wanted to. But he kind of distracted you with saying that he knows you’re not aging.

“Uh-“, you stammer, still working out a response in your head, which betrays you. If you just answered a flat ‘no’, she’d leave the topic alone. But now that you didn’t answer, oh boy.

“You do!”, she exclaims, leaning forward, eyes full of excitement. “Tell me all about him, girl. Secrets are safe.”

You roll your eyes at her excitement, laughing when she scoots her chair a bit closer. “Okay! Okay!”, you yield. Her eyes were boring in to you. You couldn’t have possibly said no. Or at least, not to this secret.

“I don’t know how to- just don’t tell everyone okay?”, you say, blush on your face. She nods her head instantly, taking another sip of her coffee. It makes you grin, her enthusiasm lightning your entire mood.

“Me and.. Thor might have had a little adventure after the last Stark party”, you whisper. Cheeks flushed with red, temperature rises ten degrees.

“Oh my god!”, she yells. You grab her arm and shush her, too aware of the people around you. You quickly look around, but everyone was still minding their own business. This was New York after all, no one cares if you scream.

“Sorry, sorry”, she giggles, lowering her voice. “Thor? Oh my- was it a one-time thing?” Her eyes are still big, mouth a bit agape to the news you just brought her.

You shrug. “I don’t know. I think so.” Sadness slowly takes over again, but you don’t show. It’s one thing to tell her you slept with Thor, it’s another to let her show your emotions. And so, you keep on your fake smirk.

“Would you like another.. time?”, she asks as if she could see your emotions. You look in her eyes, a real grin now taking over your face, revealing your answer to her.

“Please don’t tell the others. I’m not even sure if he’d like it if I told you”, you say hastily. Now she’s the one holding your hand. “Y/N, don’t worry. I won’t.”

A relieved sigh leaves your mouth. You take a big gulp from your cappuccino, trying to drink away the nervous feeling that’s still in your belly.

Wanda changes the topic, much to your relief. She starts telling a story about her and Vision, something about a bike, but you can’t bring it to focus on her story. You’re somewhere else with your mind. Thor, your foster parents, your old friends, your ex. It all comes back and you’re not sure why. The only guess you can make of being so on edge again, is that Thor knows your secret.

Wanda starts laughing and you fake one too. Why were you laughing? You try to pull yourself back to reality.

“Oh, Y/N, look!” She points at a shop that’s just across the street. Now a real laugh is coming out of your mouth. “Let’s go there!”, she squeals. She pointed at a lingerie store. You shook your head while laughing, but agreed to go anyway.

“Maybe you can find a sexy set for Thor”, She wiggled her eyebrows while saying it. You nudged her, telling her to shut up. “And besides”, you say, “like I said. It was probably a one-time thing.”

“Yeah. Probably. I’m holding on to that. I want you prepared for any surprise visits.” She gets up to pay for the bill, giving you no chance for a further discussion. You shake your head with a smile on your face.

God you’re so bored. You zap through the channels, not sure what to watch. The news, some dating show, an action movie. You sigh and start Netflix, even though you don’t know if you can find something on there.

A big sigh leaves your mouth. You haven’t been in the mood to do anything. You even ordered a pizza, because you really didn’t feel like cooking. And now, you’re also not sure what kind of movie you want to watch. Action? Romance? Thriller? Drama?

Now, you zap through the movies. Skipping them one by one, a small ‘nope’ leaves your mouth with every skip. Normally, you’d watch your favourite series, since you’re still two episodes behind, but even for that you’re not in the mood.

Your heart stops when you hear a knock on your apartment door. Oh my god. It’s Tony. It has to be. Or at least someone to get you, to take you to a lab, to examine you.

Your eyes leave the door and go to the bedroom. Should you pack your stuff and jump out of the window? Flee and get the first plane to Europe?

Another knock on the door, your heart rate has gone up to a rapid speed. You can feel it bouncing in your throat. You should open.

Your feet move to the door. When you open the door, nerves are spread all over your body. You’re trying to ignore the fact that something bad is behind that door. Shoving it away to the back of your mind.

“Lady Y/N”, Thor greets you. A bigger relief couldn’t wash over your body right now. A silent sigh leaves your mouth, nerves flying out with it, butterflies now taking over.

“Thor”, you say with a trembling voice. You’re still not fully comfortable.

“May I come in?” You nod, taking a step to the side to make room for him. His forearm brushes with yours, leaving a tickling sensation. God, that man does stuff to you that you don’t even understand.

“Why are you here?”

“I was close by and thought you might enjoy my company.” His sincere smile had you smirking. He had no idea how cocky he was.

“Want anything to drink?”, you ask when you walk to the kitchen. This feels like a repeat from the first night he was here. Back then, he only wanted one thing, and ‘a drink’ wasn’t the answer.

“Yes, a beer.”

You pop one out of the fridge and hand it to Thor, who has already taken place on the couch. You’re curious. So many questions float around in your head, but none of them actually come out of your mouth.

“I have been searching for an answer, but I was unable to find it”, he says out of nowhere. You know what he’s talking about, making your heart drop.

“An answer? Where?” You take place next to him on the couch, you can feel his warmth from how close you’re with him. Maybe it was a bit too close. He doesn’t seem to mind, though.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not there”, he says, looking at his beer as if he’s ashamed. His finger is picking at the sticker. Why is he embarrassed? You didn’t find an answer in ten years, how did he expect to find it in a day?

“Did you tell anyone?”

He looks up, his eyes meeting yours. Again you have to stop yourself from drowning in them. They’re so beautiful, sparking with life. “No. Do you want me-“ “No!”, you exclaim hastily. Oh my god, you couldn’t think of him telling anyone. It sends you straight to an anxiety attack.

“Why don’t you?”, he asks. His body moves in your direction. Knees touching knees, his hand on the back of the couch touching your shoulder. He has to notice what he’s doing to you. Goose bumps all over your body, cheeks flushed red.

“Because they’d take me to a lab and I will never see the light of day again. They’ll test me, but without intention to heal me, since that’d take away the science. I can’t let that happen. I don’t want that to happen.” Now you’re the one who’s playing with her hands and head low of embarrassment.

His hand softly caress your hair, putting a strand of hair behind your hear. “I wouldn’t allow that to happen.”

You look up, the feeling of safety overwhelming you. I wouldn’t allow that to happen. The sentence playing in your head, making you swoon even more for the God.

You don’t have the chance to look him in the eyes, his lips already found their way to yours. Desperately, you give in. A hand moving to his cheek, slowly stroking the stubbles of his beard. It was a sweet and tender kiss, one you didn’t expect to share with him.

He placed both hands on your hips and lifted you on his lap without breaking the kiss. Slowly it became more passionate, more needy. In no time, his hands were under your shirt, stroking over your back.

Within a few minutes, your clothes are on the ground and you’re still straddling him, cock twitching against your clit.

“Is this the real reason you visited?”, you smirk, your hips jerking a little further back. A low growl leaves his mouth, fingers digging into your hips. His eyes darkened, they’re full of lust and desire.

“Yes”, he whispers before pulling you into another hot kiss. Tongue entering your mouth and fighting for dominance. He lets go again. “Is this not great company?”

You chuckle, pulling him back in the kiss, one hand pulling softly in his hair, the other roaming his chest, slowly going down to grab his cock.

Your hips quirk up, your hand helping him position to enter you. Slowly you let yourself down, sometimes hissing when he spreads your walls.

You set a slow pace at first, allowing yourself to get used to his size. But Thor isn’t having it. He throws you on the couch, settling himself between your legs. He’s way quicker, harder, rougher. Slamming in to you as if the world is ending today.

Knot in your stomach building embarrassingly fast. You’re coming over his cock within minutes. Grasping his back, digging your nails into it. Back arching, his names falling of your lips. He rides out your orgasm, proud that he could make you come so fast.

He doesn’t let you rest. He picks you up from the couch, your legs automatically closing around his hips. You kiss on your way to the bed, but you don’t make it till there. He pushes you against the wall just next to the bedroom door.

Fuck, this man is going to be the dead of you. And you don’t even mind. He takes you then and there, again. Against the wall, full force, pushing another orgasm out of you. Making you bite his shoulder, your legs not able to walk without support. You were on the verge of crying; that’s how good it was.

Reaching the bed, he goes down on you, fingers pumping in and out, tongue furiously licking your clit. “Do- Don’t stop”, you whimper. You’re pulling his hair, maybe painfully so. Thor doesn’t care, in fact, he loves it.

He loves how he devours you, ripping a third orgasm out of you with such ease. Your whole body writhed as he tries to keep you in place with his arm. A coy smile on his face while he drinks your juices so eagerly.

For a third time that evening, his cock is buried deeply in to your pussy, walls still stretching with every push. This time, he’s close too. His pushes getting sloppier, less concentrated, but his pace still as steady as the first time.

“Are you coming, dove?”, he asks with gritted teeth. Your hands are holding on to his forearms, muscles as strong as the first time you held them. One of them let go, making their way to your clit. Your finger making fast eights, a fourth orgasm approaching.

“Y-yes, fuck, yes Thor”, you answer him, tears blurring your vision again. He yanks your arm out of the way, leaving you on the edge.

He takes over, a smirk on his face. You know what he’s about to do, so you grab the sheets as a reaction. His pace doesn’t falter, it only speeds.

Some sort of electric wave goes through your body, orgasm so strong that you think you might combust. You scream his name, body shaking uncontrollably. He comes too, painting your walls with his warm load. Low growls, your name falling of his lips, hands clenching around the sheets.

He falls next to you, out of breath, but with a big grin on his face. He pulls you into a hug, hands going through your hair. It makes your heart jump, knowing that he doesn’t mind touching you after sex.

“This is great company, by the way”, you smirk as you lay your head on his chest.

After cleaning up, you talk. Mostly about your aging. He asks you when you discovered it, where you searched, if you want to grow old. You ask him how he knew, to which he answers that he sensed it. The moment he sent those electric waves through your body, he felt something was off. He literally felt that your body wasn’t aging, that it wasn’t growing older.

You admire him for it, for having those kind of strengths. He said that he didn’t even know he had them, but that’s because he never experienced someone like you before. You wondered if he felt the same attraction as you, but you didn’t dare ask. The least you wanted tonight, was rejection.

Slowly you ask him about Asgard, about the life, people, food. You weren’t sure if he wanted to talk about it, since you’re just someone from Midgard. But he face lit up the moment you asked. He told stories.

Some stories were about fights and how he defeated some of the strongest creatures. You chuckled and you were pretty certain of the fact that he sometimes told the stories prettier than they probably were. He also told about his friends, how they drank till the sun came up. How they helped him overcome the biggest challenges and how they helped him grow as a person.

After what feels like hours, you yawn, sleep taking over. A sweet smile on Thor’s face as he tells you it’s okay to go to sleep. “I’ll be there when you wake up”, he assures you.

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erinelezabeth920 · 5 years ago

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Love in the Time Of

Anxiety. Is the first thing that comes to mind. Exhibit A- yesterday I woke up at 10:30 am. A thing unheard of for me without being out to 2am the night before, which rarely ever happens anymore. I generally like mornings. And it was Easter. And it was sunny and beautiful as all get up outside. I’m not a devout Christian, but I grew up going to church; I am closeted very spiritual, and I like human stories, community and meditative spaces. Therefore, Easter is usually the one day a year I like to go to church. It’s just a me thing; I was lucky to grow up in a progressive church so the guilt and pentinance thing doesn’t really bother me. My family was also just as likely to go out to breakfast at the local diner on a Sunday morning as we were to go to church. I think it was really just about the intentional time. (The hilarious part being that I grew up in a small town in Upstate New York, so we would have to leave the diner by 10:30 when church got out and the weekly patrons filed in for their cup of coffee and eggs tittering “oh HELLO Dunn family! We missed you today...” My dad would have his watch timed for a perfect exit. Today, empty nesters, my parents are devout patrons at what they call the Church of Danny Wegman, a Sunday morning grocery shopping ritual at Wegmans for any upstate New Yorkers out there. According to them, they’ve even converted a few friends.) So anyway I woke up at 10:30 and stayed in bed until 11:30. Christ has risen, but Erin definitely did not. The stone was rolled away to find me still lying in bed. Eventually I roused myself out of sheer hanger to eat leftover pizza and pour some cold brew from a can into a glass. I muttered something angry to Andy about playing video games and not making me breakfast because it was Easter so he should just KNOW that I wanted to wake up to a nice breakfast without any communication on my part. Duh. Ressurection indeed.

I was feeling hungry and sad and weird. You know that feeling when you sleep so much your body is confused about what time/ day it is and anything you should be feeling? Plus add the quarantine and the fact it was Sunday after a break from work aka Sunday scaries and the apartment was super dirty, because I’d been avoiding cleaning all week. I resented the sun outside, high in the sky, wishing I could roll back the clock four hours and calmly and serenly watch the sunrise out my window with the meditative curl of steam from my tea under a blanket, my cat softly lying next to me, contemplating the newness of the world. But it was almost noon, so here we are. After I ate my cold pizza and cold brew I got back into bed, waiting for Andy to be done with his video games and check on me so I could leech his energy. I laid in bed hating myself with inner monolouge like “Bitch, if you were single HOW do you think you’d be getting out of bed right now? Strong independent woman my ass” (Answer: I wouldn’t.) Credit to Andy though, he’s nothing but supportive and reliable even when I’m shooting angry looks across the apartment for no reason over my cold brew as he chats away merrily with his brother via Fortnite.

“I’m stuck,” I said as I laid under the covers. “I need an energy push. I want to stay in bed forever.” “Either not moving or going somewhere far away,” Andy said gently, nailing my reactions to anxiety (I had stayed up late the night before Googling School Psychologist jobs in small towns across the state). He laid down with with me for a moment, and then began breathing deeply vis a vis Terry Crews about to lift something gargantuous. “OKAY, HERE WE GO!” he yelled, and ripped the covers off, pushing me off the bed, pulling me up and and shoving me toward the bathroom with a towel. Again, credit to Andy.

The shower made me feel better. I think under all the anxiety and negative self-talk, I was really just sad. Easter has never been a huge holiday, but I always liked it in a kind of personal way, just connecting with spring, new beginnings etc. I missed my family I guess or any sense of celebration. And I get this thing like, I am a mental health professional, I teach yoga, therefor I shouldn’t have hard times during this, because I am above such petty emotions. (Logically it makes no sense, but the way our brains work it makes perfect sense.) I put on a nicer ish sweater and ripped jeans. Easter Sunday best, it’s all about doing the best we can. Our friends knocked on the door, and came in to stand safely in the doorway with a boquet of flowers and a bag of fried dandelions (what? but they were delicious I’ll have you know.) “Happy Easter!” they said. My towel was still on my head. My eyes would have almost teared up if I had been alert enough to feel emotions fully. They hung out for a bit in the doorway, pet the cat, then headed out. One of my friends had said he was practicing sleeping in to prep for a night volunteer shift, but only made it until 9:45 that morning. It made me feel like a lump. As they left, we said we’d go on a walk with them later. We didn’t. Flakiness doesn’t stop during a quarantine.

(flowes, fried dandelions and Felix) Andy made eggs after I complained he hadn’t made me breakfast (to which his response was, ‘I asked if you wanted breakfast and you grunted and went back to sleep.” Well... my anger is completey justifiable. Obviously.) We watched Lego Masters- Star Wars episode. It was really good. The sun fltered in. I wanted it to go away, or I wanted to have the energy to go out in it. I had a headache. My jaw hurt. I laid on the couch and read for hours intermittently scrolling through my phone and checking how many people had viewed my Instagram story, and then immediately hating myself for scrolling through my phone, until we finally found the motivation to do some cleaning while listening to a DnD podcast. That felt nice. Then we went on a walk still listening to the podcast. The characters were fighting a giant invisible spider. I felt tired, and noticed how far you could see into the foothills of the mountains. I’m scared, I said to Andy, that when things return to normal I’ll be sad. Not for like the deaths and economy and stuff, but this- that we can see so clearly to the mountains. What happens when that’s gone? We were going to cook, but felt lazy. We orded sushi. It was okay. We watched Return of the Jedi. During the Lego Masters episode one of the teams had built the battle of Endor and made all the Ewoks’ primitive weapons. It was cool. I liked all the trees and ferns. I wondered about Carrie Fischer in her skimpy Jabba outfit, how did she feel around all those men? I contemplated searching Pornhub later for spin offs and then felt weird about it. We drank wine. We turned the lights off. The cat meowed at the door to explore outside. I was annoyed at him, so Andy took him out. Andy went to bed. I laid on the couch and listened to a Brene Brown podcast about anxiety, My jaw still hurt. Anxiety she said, manifests in two ways. I thought okay Brene, sometimes you annoy me, because not to be pretenious here, but I know more about psychology than you. But you have a real way of getting people to listen. So I’ll listen. The two ways, she explained, are over and under performing. Over performers tend to do a million things, check off to-do lists, always have a task, something to be doing to stop themselves from feeling (I’m looking at all you bread makers. Just kidding, baking bread is a completely wholesome way of coping with free time, and really I’m just jealous...)

Underperformers on the other hand tend to shut down, need help from others, seem helpless from the outside, tend to fold under pressure, exuding low energy. Neither is better than the other, although society definitely favors the over performers. But in reality, both are just a way to avoid anxiety- keep it lurking in the shadows like the monster of a horror film, instead of bringing it out into the light. And we all know the suspension of an unknown movie monster is so much worse than after we’ve just seen the damn thing.

Then she went into birth order; first borns tend to be more over-performers with last borns more under-performing, which is fine and probably pretty true and all, but I don’t totally subscribe to those things as pre-destined. But I did like finding a name to a feeling or habit. Naming is the first way to remove power. I had been drastically underperforming all day. And it’s not even my fault. It’s just anxiety- that all of us have, lingering in the peripherals, and our habitual responses.

And honestly, that’s okay. I’d spent time with my partner. I’d seen friends and been the recipient of kindness. I’d gotten outside. I’d cleaned the apartment. We’d had dinner and watched a movie. We were fed, healthy and both have jobs. I’d even called my parents before they went to sleep to wish them happy Easter. Why can’t that just damn be enough?

Before I went to bed, I watched an online Easter church serivce from a local church. It was awkward. The pastor filmed himself walking around a cemetary. And yet, somehow, it felt nice. I felt a tiny bit part of something.

Check the facts honey. It is enough. It’s always enough. You’re enough.

And that’s love in the time of.

#mental health #quarantine #seattle #writing #non-fiction

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 5 years ago

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part Three {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One} {Part Two}

Chapter Thirty-Three → in which the Baudelaires begin to heal

“Wait.” Friday narrowed her eyes. “Bears don’t live on beaches.”

“I know!” Klaus laughed. “Shakespeare had no geographical knowledge whatsoever.”

“Neither do I!” Friday giggled. “I’m the next Shakespeare!”

Lilac laughed and tossed her a coconut. “Here, Shakespeare, make yourself useful while Klaus infodumps.”

It had been several days, but the Baudelaires were starting to feel more comfortable in their little corner of the island. They had made their tent much larger, so all six of them could fit without squishing. Friday snuck them enough food that they didn’t quickly grow sick of Sunny’s coconut dishes, and it had rained the night before during a light storm, so they finally had water instead of- thankfully non-fermented- coconut milk. Violet had gathered some materials from the beach, and was working on a water filter, but until then, it was mostly the milk for the time being.

But the good news was, Friday was, for the first time in what must have been forever, drinking non-fermented milk, whenever she visited, and it was showing. She was laughing and smiling much more, and she was even more curious than she’d been before she started dropping by. She’d been sneaking away more and more with each passing day, listening intently to all of their stories, or paying with Solitude and Babbitt, or helping Sunny with the cooking.

She’d also managed to sneak them some extra robes, and while the Baudelaires were not fond of them, they also knew they couldn’t stay in one outfit for too long, so every now and again they’d switch into the robes while Lilac and Klaus washed the clothes in the water and then hung them up on a string they tied between two trees. Today was thankfully a ‘clothes day’, and after Klaus spent another few minutes describing the play about the jealous King and lost princess, Friday asked, “Hey, guys?”

“Ye?” Solitude looked up from the tiny tent she’d set up so Babbitt could have a place to chill by themself.

“If more clothes or fabric wash up on the beach, can I have a dress?” Friday asked hesitantly.

“If you want one,” Violet said, sitting beside her and bouncing Sunny on her lap, “We can definitely make you one. Lilac and Nick are very good at sewing.”

“So am I!” Sunny cheered.

Friday’s eyes lit up. “Could you teach me?”

“Of course!” Lilac nodded, beaming. She pushed her braids back, and then said, “How was the storm last night?”

“Real pretty!” Friday said. “I love thunder!”

“You know,” Lilac sat in front of her, smiling, “So do I!”

“It was a bit loud,” Klaus said, waving at Nick as he came out of the trees with a handful of leaves, “But it was nice to get some rain.”

“Should we go storm-scavenging,” Violet asked, “Or wait until your colony’s finished? We don’t want to cause trouble.”

“We could go to the Coastal Shelf.” Friday said. “Usually people don’t go until later. If they do, you can just ignore them. Or pretend you’ve kidnapped me or something so they leave you alone.”

“If we don’t find anything, we’ll at least get some walking in.” Nick said. “Being stuck in one place is a bit frustrating.”

“I like exploring, I think.” Friday admitted, twirling the spyglass in her hands. “Lilac, Violet said you were going to go to the dangerous side of the island soon. Can I go, too?”

Lilac glared at Violet, who shrugged. “She asked.”

“Only if you want to.” Lilac said carefully. “I’ve been walking alright, so we should probably go soon and see if there’s a boat we can use for decision day.”

“You could probably use the outrigger.” Friday said, very hesitantly, as she stared down at the ground.

“I doubt Bitchmael would let us.” Nick shrugged. “We kinda yelled at him for a while.”

“Maybe he’d let us, just to get us the hell out.” Violet suggested.

“That can be our worst-case scenario, if we don’t find a proper boat.” Lilac said. “But first, let’s go check the beach. Violet, I think I can walk on my own.”

“You should at least have a crutch or something. Maybe a walking stick.” Violet said. “We can probably find some driftwood.”

“Stop worrying,” Lilac smiled, holding out a palm to help Friday to her feet, and taking the small girl’s hand, “That’s my job as biggest sister.”

Her smile faltered slightly, as she glanced at Nick. Nick then quickly said, “Yeah, Vi, it’s her job. Worry about me and Klaus, we’re going to throw ourselves into the sea.”

“Don’t do that, we might need you as sharkbait.” Violet said.

“That’s what Olaf’s for.” Solitude said, holding out her hands for Babbitt to leap onto.

“Sharkbait!” Sunny agreed.

“Speaking of sharkbait,” Violet grabbed the knife from their sack of supplies, “We better take this in case he shows up.”

“Good plan, V.” Klaus said.

They all stood, and Friday and Lilac moved to the front, where Friday could point the way. As she did, she said, “Why would you need sharkbait?”

“To catch a shark.” Nick said. “They’re endangered, so we don’t want to kill any, but if we’re desperate for food…”

“We’ve never eaten shark.” Friday said. “There’s lots of things I’ve never eaten. Sherman says that there’s this thing on the mainland called ‘cake,’ but we don’t have desserts here.”

“You’d love cake.” Violet said, as Klaus took Sunny, so Violet could be ready to stab at any opportunity. “You seem to like sweet things.”

“What other sweet things are on land?” Friday asked, jumping over a fallen tree.

“Chocolate.” Nick said. “And other candy.”

“Strawberries.” Sunny said. “Jelly.”

“You.” Violet pocketed her knife and grabbed Friday from behind, causing the girl to burst into laughter. “You’re too sweet and we’re gonna have to eat you!”

“Nooo!” Friday couldn’t stop laughing, “Vi, put me down!”

Lilac laughed and pulled her hair back; her ribbon had been too bloodied to use anymore, so she was using her hands until they could find a replacement. It was getting a bit frustrating, but she didn’t want to complain. They were all doing the best they could.

Friday looked up at Violet as she kicked the air, and she said, “What else is on the mainland?”

“Tons of inventing materials.” Violet said.

“Cars and stoves and boilers and other things to fix.” Lilac said.

“And things to build.”

“I miss the libraries.” Klaus sighed. “We haven’t had a decent library in a while.”

“I miss the roof of Prufrock.” Nick said. “It was fun to drop things on people.”

“I miss Uncle Monty’s snakes.” Solitude sighed, placing Babbitt on her shoulder.

“Fountain.” Sunny said.

“The Fowl Fountain?” Nick shivered. “Why the hell would you miss that?”

Sunny shook her head. “Fountain of Finance. In city.”

The Baudelaires stopped, and stared at her. “You can’t remember that.” Lilac said.

“You weren’t even a year old.” Violet said.

Sunny shook her head. “I remember.”

Friday cocked her head, still held by Violet. “What’s the fountain?”

“The… Fountain of Victorious Finance.” Lilac said. “It was hot and we were waiting for our Mom outside the bank.”

“And then Sunny started crying, so Father dunked her in the fountain.” Violet said. “And she laughed, so he kept splashing her.”

“And then we threw off our shoes and socks and jumped in, too.” Nick sighed.

“And everyone was staring at us.” Klaus laughed. “And Mother came out of the bank, took one look at us, and then ran to join in.”

“We walked home all wet.” Solitude remembered.

They glanced at each other, each feeling a cloud of sadness descending upon them. “That sounds beautiful.” Friday said.

“It was.” Lilac said.

They paused, and then Violet said, “We’re gonna have to dunk you in a fountain someday, Fri-girl. So you know how great it is.”

Friday laughed, and Violet spun a little. Lilac smiled and straightened up again, and said, “Which way, Fri?”

“Jus’ keep goin’ straight.” Friday giggled as Violet swung her around. “We’ll get there in a few minutes- Vi, put me down!”

“Alright.” Violet said, and then she tossed Friday at Nick, who caught her and spun her again. Friday let out a delighted shriek, as Solitude clapped and Sunny leaned against Klaus, asking him to do the same.

Nick managed to lift the little girl onto his shoulders, and she wrapped her hands around his neck and flung back. “Sneak attack!” she said, and Nick let out a mock gasp as he fell. He twirled so that Friday landed on his back, and they burst into laughter again.

“Okay, guys, but we should get to the beach.” Klaus said, smiling as Solitude decided now was a good time to throw herself on top of Nick and Friday to join the pile.

“Join us!” Nick said, looking up at him. “We’re becoming one with the sand!”

“No, no, we-” Friday reached over and pulled on Klaus’s leg, dragging him down with them, and Sunny cheered as they hit the ground.

“Yeet!” Violet shouted, as she threw herself beside her siblings, and after a second, Lilac flopped over, too.

“You know what?” Friday said, as Sunny pushed Klaus’s head into the sand, and he retaliated by dunking her in almost completely, “You guys are cool.”

“Oh, are we?” Lilac rolled onto her stomach, smirking. “Then I guess we won’t shove sand in your hair.”

“No, no, do that!” Friday said. “That sounds like fun!”

“You asked for it, Fri-girl.” Violet said, and she grabbed a handful of sand and dumped it onto her head.

Friday laughed and clapped. “You’re so much more fun than the other kids! They keep telling me-” She sat up straighter, and imitated a deep voice. “‘Don’t rock the boat, Friday, we don’t play school here. School is discouraged.’”

“Well, Prufrock Prep sucked.” Nick said. “But I bet there’s good schools.”

“Didn’t you go to other schools?” Friday asked.

Violet shook her head. “We were homeschooled before the fire.”

“That means our parents taught us, or we taught ourselves.” Klaus said.

Friday sighed. “I wish my mother would teach me things. All she shows me how to do are my chores for the colony, and how to do my hair. She didn’t want me to learn how to read, and she always gets mad when I ask too many questions.”

The Baudelaires shared a cautious look. “That sucks.” Solitude said, sitting beside her. “You should learn everything.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?” Friday asked, glancing over with a frown on her face. “To know everything?”

Nick shuddered. “Yes.” he said. “There are some things you… you don’t want to learn. But that shouldn’t stop you. It shouldn’t keep you from being curious.” He scooted over to her, and poked her stomach, which caused her to giggle again. “Listen to me, Friday… what’s your last name, sweetie?”

“Caliban!”

“Alright. You listen to me, Friday Caliban. You never stop being curious. There’s so much in this world to learn, you hear me?”

“I hear ya, Nicknack.” Friday smiled.

“And,” Nick said, “Also promise me you won’t drink that coconut drug shit anymore.”

Friday grinned. “Keep a secret? I haven’t since I started visiting you, and you gave me actual milk. It tastes better.”

“Okay, but we just wanna make sure you’re not drowsy and forgetful and in danger.” Klaus said. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Poppy,” Sunny said, which meant, “And it’s probably not a good idea for a seven-year-old to be high.”

Friday smiled, and hugged her knees. “Gotcha.” she glanced at Lilac. “And you can promise me a dress?”

“First chance we get.” Lilac ruffled the girl’s hair fondly. “But first, we have to get to the beach. Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll find fabric first thing.”

“I hope so.” Friday beamed. “I hope we find a ton of interesting stuff.”

“I hope we find books.” Klaus said.

“Or a boat.” said Solitude, practically.

“I hope we find Olaf, dead in a ditch.” Violet said.

“I hope he’s alive so we can stab him.” Nick said.

“Well,” Lilac stood. “We won’t know until we get there. Friday, you’re still our navigator.”

“Okee!” Friday leapt to her feet, happy that she was important in this. “Follow me, Baudelaires!”

#asoue #asoue netflix #asoue movie #a series of unfortunate events #six baudelaires au #six baudelaires official fic #the end #mine #my fanfic

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letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked · 7 years ago

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Words On My Skin (Part 8)

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: Sorry this took forever! My best friend is back in town, and I’ve been busy! To compensate, I made this part looong! Though, if I look at this part any more (meaning: going back and editing), it will never get posted! So forgive me, but I refuse to edit this! XOXO

Thanks for being patient! -Kristin-

Warnings: UNEDITED, swearing, idk...

Main Masterlist // WOMS Masterlist

“Oh, my god! You need those shoes!” Wanda gushed, grabbing your hand and dragging you into another store at the mall in New York City, boots clunking against the tiled floors of the busy mall. She skips into some fancy shoe store, hair swinging behind her, picking up a random pair of nude pumps with a peep-toe. “You would rock these heels.”

“You’re lucky Stark pays me an obnoxious amount of money and refuses to let me pay rent.” You huffed, shifting your multiple bags up your arm, “I think I’ve spent enough money to last me a lifetime, in just this short shopping trip.”

Wanda had made good on her promise, making sure that you updated your closet with things that were more stylish and updated. She’d taken you to a few random, name brand shops, and was now pulling you through some fancy mall in New York City. Vision and Caleb were trailing behind, chatting about Vision’s new interest in cooking… though you weren’t sure if he could actually taste what he was cooking. Caleb was talking about loaning him some copies he had made of his grandmother’s cookbook.

You thought you’d be fine shopping with just Wanda, but – apparently – Bucky had thrown a goddamn temper tantrum about you shopping without security, so Vision and Caleb had joined you by the third store. You’d let it go, deciding that it wasn’t an argument you’d wanted to deal with.

Even if he was such an overprotective dumbass, sometimes.

“If you’re worried about money, I’ll buy them.” She replied, flagging down a sales associate. “Stark set me up with a card.”

“I’m not worried about money, anymore.” You smiled, shifting the bags, again, “I have more money than I know what to do with, lately.”

“Do you want me to carry your bags?” Caleb spoke up from behind you, pausing his conversation with Vision, “I don’t mind.”

“Oh, my god, that’d be lovely.” You sighed, sliding the bags off your arm and into Caleb’s outstretched hand. “Thanks, man.”

He nodded, turning back to Vision to talk about the difference between baking soda and baking powder.

Meanwhile, the sales associate brought back the appropriate size shoes for you to try on, and Wanda gave her four more pairs of shoes to grab in your size. You hadn’t even noticed her browsing through the aisles. “Wanda, how the hell are we going to carry this back to the car?”

“We can just make Vis and Caleb bring them back while we go to the girly underwear store.” She winked, holding your flats while you shoved your feet into the pumps, nodding when you tested them out. “If your closet looks the way it does, I’m sure your underwear collection is just as sparse.”

You looked down, a blush warming your cheeks, “You might be right…”

“I figured as much.” She laughed, twisting one of her many rings around her fingers. “I don’t know about you, but a good set of underwear can completely brighten your day. I feel so put-together, with a matching set.”

“I’ll take any advice on how to feel put-together,” You sighed, slipping off the heels and grabbing another box that the associate had set on the bench. “I’ve been stressed out more-so than usual, because Bucky is projecting his stress onto me, without realizing it.”

“You can feel his stress?” She asked, eyebrows shooting up in astonishment, “I didn’t know that was something that could happen with soulmates.”

“He’s been overworking himself.” You rolled your eyes, zipping up the backs of a pair of black, caged booties, “Even if we didn’t have the soulmate bond, you can see it in his eyes. They get all dark when he is stressed out.”

“You should be the one overworking him, not Avengers business.” She winked, bursting out into laughter as your eyes widened and blush spread to your neck and chest. “You should be overworking him all night long.”

“Oh my god, Wanda, stop it.” You whined, clearing your throat as your heart rate sped up at the thought of you and Bucky getting intimate. “We’re still in the early stages of our relationship.”

She gaped at you, shocked, “Have you even kissed, yet?”

Looking down in embarrassment, you shook your head, “Uh, no. Not, yet. We’ve only really ever hugged and held hands.” You cleared your throat, again, unzipping the pretty boots and putting them in the ‘yes’ pile. “I feel like a fucking teenager.”

“How the hell do you deal with the sexual tension?” She laughs, shaking her head with a large grin on her face. “You two work out, together… I’ve seen that man work out, and I don’t know how you deal with it.”

“Lots of cold showers.” You giggled, slipping on another pair of red heels, “I don’t want to overstep.”

“You’re literally soulmates.” She rolled her eyes, swiping her hair behind her ear, nodding at the heels. “You’re meant to be together.”

“Still.” You sighed, slipping off the heels and putting your flats back on. “That doesn’t mean we need to jump each other’s bones right off the bat.”

She hummed, putting on what you liked to call her ‘plotting face’. You could tell that she was plotting some sort of evil plan to try and get you and Bucky to further your relationship. She’d tried it the week previous, by talking about how she was going to take you lingerie shopping, today, and winking at Bucky. She’d, also, got the rest of the team – sans Steve – to make sexual comments when you were both together.

It was awkward as hell, but you and Bucky just decided to ignore them.

“I have an idea.” She suddenly sprung up, a large grin on her pale face, white teeth fully on display. “You’re going to go along with this idea, whether you like it or not.”

Oh god.

“You scare me.” You gulped, shoving the shoes back in the appropriate boxes so you could pay. “I’m not doing anything I’m not comfortable with.”

“It’s nothing too terrible.” She smirked, following you to the cash register. “Just a little… revamping of your work-out clothes, underwear, and giving that chest a little… oomph.”

You glanced down at your chest, a frown on your face. It wasn’t that bad, you weren’t necessarily upset about your… assets. “What’s wrong with my chest?”

“Well, the grandma bra I guarantee you’re wearing, for starters.” Wanda giggled, ignoring the weird look from the woman ringing up your shoes, “You could use an upgrade.” She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms and giving you a smug grin, “Imagine the look on Bucky’s face if you walked into the gym with a sports bra that actually gave you boobs? He’d really want to throw you down onto the mat, if you know what I mean.”

“Wanda!” You hissed, face heating up in embarrassment as you glanced around at the other women in line and the woman ringing you up, “There’s people around.”

“So?” She scoffed, waving her hand nonchalantly and rolling her eyes, “You’ve been with Bucky for like… six months. You haven’t even kissed, yet. You two are literally the definition of a slow-burn romance. It’s infuriating. I hate slow burns. What, are you courting?”

“Shut up.” You mumble, taking your bags and thanking the sales woman, “I’m throwing out all your romance novels.”

“I’ll throw you through a wall, if you do.” She raised an eyebrow at you, lips pressing into a hard line. “I can move things with my mind, remember?”

“Quit meddling with my love life.” You grumbled, following her out of the store to reconvene with Vision and Caleb. “We’re getting to know each other. We have the rest of our lives for the… intimate stuff.”

“The ‘intimate stuff’ is the best part!” Wanda whined, looping her arm through yours, “Right, boys?”

Vision frowned, face scrunching in confusion as he thought about what you were talking about, “I don’t…”

“Just say ‘yes’, Vis.” Wanda chuckled, letting you go to grab Vision’s hand, “Anyways, us ladies are going to go girly shopping. Would you boys mind giving us some privacy and bringing the bags to the car? I promise we will be fine, and I will call if there’s an issue.”

“I suppose we can do that.” Caleb replied, a small smirk on his face. “Girly shopping isn’t really my forte, anyways. I prefer the fun stuff, like fast cars and food.”

“Such a manly man.” You rolled your eyes, lips turning up into a small smile, “Coming from the man who literally yelled at me for not knowing the difference between sorbet and sherbet.”

“I’m a food connoisseur.” Caleb laughed, lips stretched over his straight teeth as he juggled your bags onto one arm, so he could run his hand through his spiked up, dark brown hair. “You know the difference, now, don’t you?”

“Only after you sat me down and made me watch an entire video about how each of them are made differently.” You snorted, pulling at your sleeves as you noticed some civilians trying to slyly take pictures of your little group. “Anyways, we should get going. I want to be back to the compound by five, so I can finish my paperwork.”

“Shoot me a text when you’re done, and we’ll meet you.” Caleb nodded, stepping closer to Vision, “I’ll go show Vision around some kitchen stuff, so he can learn more about cooking.”

“Go nuts.” You waved, looping your arm through Wanda’s so you could follow her along towards the women’s underwear store. You stayed close to her, taking note of all the civilians who seemed to recognize the Avenger, and the soulmate of The Winter Soldier. “So, where did Vision find this newfound love for cooking?”

“He said he wanted to be able to make my favorite dishes, to lift my spirits.” She smiled, eyes lighting up, “Though, he can’t actually taste the food… nor does he eat.”

“It’s the thought that counts.”

When you arrived at the fancy pink and black themed store, you were immediately overwhelmed with lace and silk. There were so many different options, and you had no idea where to even start. There was lingerie, different types of underwear, all types and sizes of bras, robes, pajamas, garter belts, shapewear, and anything else that went under your clothes. There was even an attached subsidiary store for the younger women, which sold the work-out gear that Wanda was mentioning, previously.

“What size are you?” Wanda broke off from you, browsing the racks. “You look like you’re about to have an anxiety attack, just let me handle this.”

You repeated your size, fingers gliding over the silk material of the nearest robe, which was a pale, blush pink with large pockets and lace trim. “I like this.”

“So, buy it.” Wanda replied, hand already full of hangars and undergarments, “We’ll start with bras and lingerie, then move onto work-out clothes and underwear.”

“Do I have to buy lingerie?” You whined, grabbing the hanger with the robe and moving on to a silky nightgown that matched it. “I don’t think I really have any use for it…”

“Yet.” Wanda sung, branching away from you and filling her arms with more items.

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Bucky: How’s shopping?

You grinned, waiting in the dressing room for Wanda to return with a different size babydoll piece that she claimed was a must-have. Though, everything you’d tried on that fit was apparently a ‘must-have’.

You: Pretty sure I’m lucky Stark doesn’t charge me rent. The dent in my bank account is pretty sizeable. How was your meeting?

Bucky: …do I have to keep going?

You: Yes. It’s part of your deal with the U.S Government.

You: I have no idea where the heck I’m going to put all of these clothes…

Bucky: Just make Wanda organize your closet. She did this crap to all of us. You’re her newest victim. Though, she’s nicer to you and Nat about it, than she was with us. She bullied me the whole time.

You: You’re three times her size you big baby.

Bucky: She’s thrown me through a wall. I choose my battles, now. I just let it happen.

Bucky: We’ve got a three hour slot for the gun range tomorrow, by the way.

You grimaced, as a knock on the dressing room door sounded through the small room.

“I got it.” Wanda called, as you got up and unlocked the door. “I, also, started a small check-out pile for you, so just give me the ‘yes’ pile, so I can go give it to the sales ladies.”

You grabbed the hangers, rolling your eyes as you traded, “Small, my ass.”

“Your ass isn’t small.” She grinned, sending you a wink, “Bucky’s a lucky man.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, shutting the door on her. You sat back down, quickly typing your reply.

You: UGH. Fine. I’m going to complain, though.

Bucky: I expected nothing less, darlin.

You: Just for that, you don’t get to see anything I bought.

You realized just how dirty that sounded, right after you clicked send.

Oh god, this is how people start sexting conversations…

Oh Jesus Christ, what have you done?!

Your heart leapt from your chest as your phone buzzed in your hand, his reply popping up quickly.

Bucky: Oh? What might that be, darlin?

Say something snarky!

You: That’s for Wanda and I to know, and you to never find out.

Bucky: Wanda’s a lucky woman.

“Did you try it on, yet?” Wanda called, scaring you into dropping your phone and swearing quietly. “I want to see it.”

“Hold on!” You called back, quickly switching the top and trying to contort your arms, so you could close the clasps on the bra part of the outfit. “Okay!”

When you opened the door, letting Wanda slip in, she raised an eyebrow at your flushed appearance. “What’s up with you? Why are you all blushing?”

“I was… texting Bucky.” You admitted, adjusting the strap and looking away from her prying gaze. “I think it turned into something dirty.”

“Let me see!” She squealed, snatching your phone from your hand and glancing over the texts. “Oh my god, you’re flirting with him.”

“I flirt with him, all the time.” You grumbled, sitting down on the small, plush bench. “It’s never been this… inappropriate, before.”

“Wow… this isn’t even inappropriate.” She snorted, rolling her eyes and handing you the phone. “You should send him a picture of what you’re wearing.”

“NO!” You shrieked, hands covering your face. “I’m not ready for that, yet!”

“Fine…” She sighed, putting the items in the ‘no’ pile back on the hangers. “At least take a picture of the bag, so he knows what store you were just at.”

“That… isn’t too bad.” You bit your lip for a moment, willing your cheeks to stop flaming up and removing your hands from your hot face. “This is just… still so new.”

“You’ve had boyfriends before, right?” She asked, gathering all of the hangers of the outfits that didn’t fit. “That guy at the club was your ex, right?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes, “Unfortunately, my exes are all just like him. Self-centered, entitled jackasses.” You shook your head, remembering the faces of the boys your mother forced you to date. “I’ve dated 6 guys in my life, and Jack was the longest… and the last, before Bucky. We dated for a year, until I was eighteen.” You stood up, turning around to remove the lingerie and put your regular clothes back on. “My mother wanted me to date the types of boys who would further her connections as a lawyer. Rich people are always needing a lawyer.”

“Then,” You continued, pulling your shirt back on, “when I broke up with Jack for cheating on me, that’s when I decided that I was going to do what I wanted with my life. I told her I wasn’t going to college to be a lawyer, I got kicked out, and I decided to leave the state to get away from her. We were living in California, at the time, so I moved to Florida to go to college. I didn’t see her until the day I graduated, when she flew all the way to Florida to tell me how much she was disappointed in me…”

You swallowed thickly, willing the negative feelings to leave your body. “I left Florida, following my boss to Rhode Island, and continuing to be a Personal Assistant. She passed away four weeks before I got the job here.”

“I heard about that.” Wanda leaned against the wall, face soft with sympathy, “Pepper and Rhodey where talking about it a few days before you started. Pepper was excited to have someone who studied mental health and have assistant experience. She said she took a chance and was excited when she met you in the interviewing process.”

“Well, I have a lot of reasons to be an advocate for positive mental health.” You lifted your lips a little, meeting her eyes, “After all the shit I went through, in my life, if I could make one person feel like they matter enough to better themselves and have a positive outlook in the world… that’s a win in my book. It’s the reason I chose mental health. I learned so much in my time in therapy, that I wanted to be able to do the same for other people.”

Wanda was silent, eyebrows furrowed together, teeth pressing against her lower lip and chewing on it as she took in your words. After a few moments, her eyes looked a little misty, as she quickly cleared her throat. “You… remind me of someone. Someone who – after all the shit he went through – tried his hardest to help people.” She twisted one of the rings on her thumb, running a finger over the smooth metal, “I think that’s another reason why I like you so much. You remind me of him. He was too good for this world. So are you.”

With that, she quickly darted from the dressing room, muttering about putting the items on the return rack and needing a bottle of perfume.

You picked up your phone, biting your lip as you stared at the picture of you and Bucky from the sushi restaurant that was your background and lock screen. Your heart hurt. It hurt for Wanda, and the person that she was talking about. You didn’t know all the details about her past, but you did know that she had a brother who died. That had to be who she was talking about…

Your phone buzzed in your hand, and a little notification popped up from your old college friend, Farida. She’d replied back to your picture of a scarf you bought her from some fancy name brand store and called you insane for spending that much money on her. Her quirky little text brought a smile to your face, making you instantly feel better.

You quickly replied that you wanted to see her and her husband soon, since they’d moved with their new baby to the New York area, pretty recently.

Another text came in, from Bucky.

Bucky: What’s up? You went a little dark for a second, there. I could feel you from here. Are you okay?

You smiled at his concern, typing out a small reply of being okay, and that you were coming back, soon.

“Y/n, are you ready?” Wanda called into the dressing room, lightly knocking on the door, “The boys want to get back, and I think we’ve bought enough to start your closet.”

“To start my closet?” You scoffed, exiting the little room with the rest of your ‘yes’ pile. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to organize all of this for me, so I know where the hell to put it all.”

“I would love to.” She grinned, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the cash register. “I did that for everyone else who has no knowledge in fashion. Who do you think made Bucky buy the leather jacket he likes so much?”

“He does look good in that leather jacket.” You mumbled, sliding your card through the reader. Ignoring the fact that you just bought enough stuff that there was a goddamn comma in the total price and multiple bags of undergarments and work-out gear. “I can’t wait to see Bucky’s eyes bulge from his head at the new leggings.”

“That won’t be the only thing bulging.”

“Wanda!” You squealed, slapping a hand over your face. “I’m seriously burning all your romance novels!”

“Your reactions are just too good to stop!” She laughed, pulling you out the door. “Besides, you’ve been together long enough to start saying naughty things.”

“I don’t actually know if he considers us together.” You mumbled, removing your hand from your face with a small sigh. “I know we tell people we’re soulmates, and the world knows from the TMZ article… but we’ve never actually established any of that stuff.”

She frowned, rolling her eyes in exasperation, “You both act like you’re in a relationship, why not stick a label on it?”

“I don’t know… I don’t exactly see myself with anyone else.” You followed her out of the store, glancing around for Vision and Caleb – not spotting the dark haired man and the android, anywhere. “We just haven’t…”

“DTR? ‘Defined the relationship’?” Wanda supplied, a small smile spreading on her face. “I’ve been watching American reality TV. I’ve been learning the slang.”

“Ew. Watch something that’s actually worth watching… I’ll show you Netflix.” You laughed, as you sat down on the bench to wait for the guys. The mall was starting to get busy, people husting through the crowded halls of the giant building. You watched as a young mother pushed her toddler along in a stroller, her partner walking alongside of her as they made their way into the baby store a few shops down. “This soulmate shit’s weird.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She shrugged, eyes flitting down to your exposed tattoo on your wrist. There was no reason to hide it, anymore, when everyone knew whose soulmate you were. “I don’t have a soulmate.” Her eyes glossed over, lost in a memory that you couldn’t see. “My… my brother had a soulmate, though. He never got to meet her. The poor soul is without him, suffering, and there’s nothing I can do to help them.”

“It happened to my grandma.” You held her hand, which was surrounded in a twisting, red light. “It was the hardest thing she’d ever had to live with… but she managed to live her life. There is always hope.”

“I hope so.” She sighed, realizing that her powers were starting to show in public, and reigning them back in. “At least that’s one less thing I have to worry about in my life. Though… it’d be nice to know that someone is destined to love me… like in the books.”

“Someone does love you.” You smiled, catching sight of the boys, who were leisurely walking down the crowded path. Vision, though wearing civilian clothes, was catching the eyes of everyone around. “Just because you don’t have the tattoo, doesn’t mean that someone isn’t destined to love you.”

She followed your line of sight, cheeks flushing red at the sight of Vision walking with Caleb. “You might be right.”

“I know I am.” You pulled her up, thankful that Caleb had brought your bags to the car. “Now, lets head home. I have to mentally prepare to shoot guns, tomorrow.”

“It’s not that bad.” Caleb snorts, grabbing your bags from your hand and glancing around the shops – as someone with training always does. “Squeeze. Don’t pull. It’s fairly simple.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Part 9

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eyesopen2019 · 6 years ago

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Family welcome

We’ve been in Canada for 2 and a half weeks and I have been very slack in writing an update on our trip. We are enjoying being amongst family and spending some time doing not too much.

Well on March 30th we arrived into Vancouver and boarded another flight to Calgary. The whole trip was a bit of a struggle as Hung was very hungover and Leon had made it his mission to stay awake on the flight from Tokyo to Vancouver so he was very tired by the time we arrived. Aiden and Kai helped me out managing the bags and rounding everyone up. Looking out the window flying into Vancouver was amazing seeing the snow covered rows and rows of mountains which seemed to reach for the clouds. It was so beautiful and peaceful and gave me a taste of the gorgeous scenery that was to come. Everyone crashed out on the flight to Calgary and only woke when we landed.

We were picked up at the airport by Anh, Thanh, Tram and Thomas and were welcomed into their homes to stay. We had a stop off at Tu’s restaurant, Phong Vi Noodlehouse, and all enjoyed some delicious Vietnamese food that we had been craving for. Kai and Leon especially like the Pho Tai. Leon and I were recovering from a cold and had a wonderful hot lemonade that definitely helped me feel better. For the first few days we were all just enjoying being amongst family and enjoying some rest and catchup on sleep. On one side of the road lives Tram, Terek and Tessa with little Meesha and on the other side lives Anh and Thanh with big fluffy Rufus. Not too far away Tu lives with their mum. Anh loves to cook and Leon and Lani spent many hours ‘helping’ her make crepes, cookies, bread and poutine amongst other things. We then all helped eat it! Anh also showed Lani how to make friendship bracelets and they planted some seeds together. Meesha and Rufus, the two dogs, here have been spoilt rotten by Leon and especially Lani with constant attention, treats, cuddles and walks. I was spoilt too with Tram booking a massage for me to have here at the house, which was lovely and relaxing. Tram’s house has some gym equipment downstairs and Leon spent the first few days giving it all a good workout giving me little updates on how many calories he had burnt on the various machines. Tram also has a full massage chair which was more suited to me!

The weather here is pretty cold with daytime temperatures around 6 degrees and nights around 0 degrees. There is not much snow left on the ground in Calgary but there is lots on the mountains around. We drove, with Anh and Thanh, out to Banff and Lake Louise which was so beautiful. Driving from Calgary out towards the snow covered mountains is one of the most amazing mountain scenes I have ever seen. The kids were amazed to see so much snow and enjoyed playing in it. We went for a walk out on the lake and our feet sunk down to our knees in the snow. We were a bit freaked out by the possibility of seeing bears in the forest, at least I was, so we didn’t venture too far into the trees. We had a picnic lunch in Banff before going on a short hike out to the Bow Falls. I now know why people rave about this area and always say, ‘you have to go to Banff’.

Another day we drove out to Drumheller, which is in the Alberta badlands. I love saying ‘the badlands’ and it is just like on The Lion King. It is a stark contrast to the mountainous landscape of the Rocky Mountains on the other side of Calgary. We spent the day out in the badlands at The Royal Tyrrell Dinosaur Park with Leon and Lani. This area has revealed the greatest collection of dinosaur fossils in the world. We enjoyed wandering through the museum looking at the 1000’s of fossils and learning about palaeontology. In one section, you can see the palaeontologist working on new fossils which was pretty cool to see. We especially enjoyed the walk through the badlands park which showed the areas where dinosaur bones have been found. One the way home we stopped at Tim Horton’s and enjoyed donuts which were little morsals of Canadian sugary goodness.

On April 1st, I woke to Leon jumping on my bed at 6am telling me it was snowing outside and the snow was knee deep. While I thought it was an April Fools Day joke, it was indeed snowing and while it was nowhere near knee deep, there certainly was a covering on the ground all around. Leon and Lani grabbed their gloves and ran outside to play in the snow. It has snowed at other times during our time here which is a new experience for us all, and so pretty to watch.

We were lucky enough to get tickets to see the Calgary Flames play their last ice hockey game of the season. We arrived at the stadium to see the pre-game activities and after getting popcorn and drinks we made our way to our seats. Our seats were very high in the stadium and Lani felt a bit uncomfortable walking up the steep stairs to get to our seats. The stadium was mostly full of the ‘C of red’ of Calgary Flames supporters. Hung and Leon wore red Calgary Flames jerseys and certainly joined in with the local fans cheering along. Leon spent the match on his feet cheering and yelling loudly with the fans next to him. Initially the noise was a bit much for Lani and she had to cover her ears until she got used to the noise. After about 15 minutes of play she turned to me and asked if the game had started so I’m not sure what she thought was going on. There were a lot of giveaways throughout the game where they were throwing shirts into the crowd and Lani asked me what she would do if she got one and it was the wrong size. We didn’t have to worry as we didn’t get one.

We have spent the last week skiing in Lake Louise which is a 2hr drive from Calgary. We were able to borrow most of the gear we needed from family here which saved us a lot of money. We drove up on Monday 8th April to Lake Louise ski resort and got our lift pass, ski’s and snowbaords rented. Tu and Tarek came also to spend the day. We had some lessons booked for the first few days which helped us along. Leon was initially very frustrated when he first stood on his ski’s and realized they had a mind of their own and was ready to go home after 5 minutes. Luckily the instructor was very patient with him and by the end of the 2hr lesson he was on his way and enjoying himself. Lani was much more patient and did a great job and getting up and moving on her ski’s. Aiden, Kai and Tarek had a snowboarding lesson and were all exhausted by the end of it. Leon and Lani had a whole day lesson on the Tuesday which meant Hung and I could go and do some skiing. Aiden and Kai had another lesson in the afternoon. After that Aiden felt confident enough to head up into the mountain for a couple of green runs and I took Leon up for his first green run down the mountain. The runs here are long with it taking us about an hour for Leon and I to come down the first time. Aiden and Kai found the snowboarding challenging physically and by the end of the week were both bruised and sore. On Friday, Kai spent some time up in the mountains and did a few runs with me. We got caught in a snow storm and couldn’t see where we were going for some of the runs. We went to the ‘Top of the World’ which has an amazing view of the mountain top with snow covered mountains all around. Kai found the runs very challenging but he persevered and didn’t give up. At the very end he fell heavily twice and sprained his wrist and had a short ride in a snow mobile which made the other kids jealous. We drove home on Friday the 12th April after 5 days of skiing and we were all exhausted. We stopped off for dinner at Tu’s restaurant which was delicious.

For the last few days we have been relaxing in Calgary enjoying the homely environment and being spoilt with lots and lots of homecooked foods. The kids have been a bit slack with their schoolwork since being here so we have done some of that too. Today we drove to Canmore to have a look around. It was similar to Banff, only smaller with surrounding mountain ranges which make me feel very peaceful. That is until I hear the chants of ‘Mum, Mum, Mum’ from all around me!

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thatawkwardgirlfromny · 6 years ago

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Supernatural Nightclub *title subject to change*

TRIGGERS: murder, paranormal I think that's it. I covered my mouth and tried not to scream. I stepped back and shut the door, leaning my back against it, trying to keep from hyperventilating. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap! There is not a dead body in the closet. There can’t be. I peeked behind the door once more. Yep. There was a dead body. The body of that really important Fae. What do I do? A woman started down the hallway towards me, in one of the club uniforms.

“Hey! Ma’am! Uh, do you know who Drake Evers is?” I asked her quickly, hoping the panic stayed out of my voice.

She shrugged and walked away. I groaned. After one last glance to the door, I quickly made my way back to the bar, seeing Drake sitting there by himself.

“Hey.” He said with a smile.

“Hi. Uh, there might be a problem and I didn’t do it, I swear. I had nothing to do with it.” I whisper yelled at him.

He furrowed his brow. “What are you talking about, Violet?”

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back through the crowds to the closet. I hesitated a brief moment and then swung the door open.

Drake’s eyes went wide in shock and disbelief. “Is that…. Crighton?” I nodded my head slowly. I refused to look at it again. It was horrible to even think about. Why me? Why did I have to be the one to find him? A thought suddenly occurred, one that made my entire body stiffen from fear. What if they thought I did it?

“I swear, I found him like that. It wasn’t me! I had no ill will against him or his sister or his kind!” I blurted out quickly, hoping to take any potential suspicion off the table.

Drake turned to look at me, his eyes revealing the grief of losing his old friend. “I never thought you did. You’d only met them today.” He turned his gaze back to Crighton’s body. I saw his shoulders fall in what might have been defeat. “It was my fault. I should have taken more time to discuss things with him.” He turned back to me. “I need to make a call. Excuse me.”

I nodded, stepping away from the closet after shutting the door. What was the protocol for this kind of thing? I’ve never been an audience to a murder scene before. I’ve seen plenty of TV shows and movies. Though, I doubt that was going to help. Add to that the victim was a Fae, I was so out of my element. And what about Drake? Did he want me to wait here? Did he want me to go? Did he need my help? I laughed inwardly at the last thought. What use would I be?

Drake walked back to stand next to me. “Someone will come take care of Crighton’s body. We don’t want this to get out just yet. I need to find Ivy and inform her, though, before rumors start flying. They were close siblings. I’m sorry, Violet, but I’ll have to cut our night short. I’ll walk you out and make sure you get into a cab.”

“I understand. I do. I’m sorry about your friend.”

He gave me a sad smile. “Yeah. Me too. Let’s get you out of here. You don’t need to be in the middle of a supernatural killer.” He led the way back through the club, nodding his head every so often at the people who recognized him.

“Drake, do you own the club?”

“Hmm? Oh, not exactly.” He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t think I should nose my way too far into his personal business. As we made our way back to the main door, I asked him one more question. “So, I never got to ask. Are you a shifter?”

Drake nodded with a small smile. “I’m a snow lynx.”

My eyes widened. “Really? I never would have guessed. I’d heard that’s a rare shifter form, too!” I shouldn’t have been excited about it, but I was. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the night. “Wait, do the police need to talk to me?”

Drake shook his head. “No. The police won’t be involved in our affairs.” He opened the door and held it for me then followed me out to the sidewalk. “Your cab should be here in a moment. I want to apologize for the way your night turned out. I hope Tasha’s disappointment won’t show through my coffee and bagel tomorrow morning.” He smiled a little at his little joke. I chuckled along with him.

“Well, you know Tasha, apparently.”

His face turned serious. “I do apologize. But I’ll have to ask that you don’t share tonight with anyone. And if you find that this night gives you trouble, here’s my number and I can help you.” He handed me a business card with his phone number and email address on it.

“Uh, thank you. I’ll do that.” The cab pulled up only a moment later. “Thank you for showing me your club, Drake. And again, I’m sorry about your friend.”

“You’re taking this remarkably well, Violet.” He said, surprised at the nonchalant attitude.

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty resilient. Though, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be a complete and utter mess once everything sinks in. It feels like a horrible dream.”

He laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I know you’re new to this world, but if you need to talk or to work through some things that you saw tonight, go ahead and call, you know, since you’ve got to stay quiet on this.” His icy blue eyes held my gaze steadily, unblinkingly. As lovely as they were, I had to look away as I felt like he was scrutinizing me. Then what he said sunk in.

That’s true. I wouldn’t even be able to tell Tasha. Something tells me that it’s not just a friendly suggestion, but an order. I had a feeling that I would need to talk to someone in the very near future so I held onto the card in one hand and held the other hand out to shake his.

“Thank you for the night. And for the card. I appreciate all you’ve done. I’m sorry, again, for your friend.” I glanced back to the cab and saw the impatience on the driver’s face. “I guess I should go.”

“I know being the one who found him definitely ruined everything, tonight. I’d like to give you a real tour another time. If you want to, that is. Are you sure you’re ok?”

I waved him off. “I’m fine. And you don’t have to do that.”

“I will. Just let me know when you’re free and we can make something work. You can even bring Tasha with you.”

“She’d love it. I’ve really got to get going, though. Umm…I guess this is it.” I smiled a little at him once more and got in the cab.

As the cab dropped me off at my apartment, I tried not to think about the nights events too intensely. I didn’t want to know what it meant. I also didn’t want to know what would happen if any of those in the supernatural world began to suspect me. Drake claimed that I wasn’t a suspect, but what would happen when he got some of the others involved. I pulled my phone out of a small pocket in my dress and checked for the first time all night. Three texts from Natasha, asking how the night went. I checked the time and found it was only eleven o’clock at night. Wow. I’d only been there for a short while. I thought about calling Natasha, but what could I say? I couldn’t tell her the truth about what happened. She’d want to know why I was home so early. Though, it wouldn’t be that hard to believe that I got tired.

I dialed Natasha’s cell and waited for her to pick up.

“How is our party girl tonight?” She stated as a greeting.

“’Our’? You’re not alone are you?” I ignored her question, not quite sure if she’d believe the lie I had cooked up. “Is Marco there with you?”

“Is he ever not? Why are you calling? Everything ok? You should be partying with Drake Evers! The city’s most eligible bachelor!”

“I’m fine. Really. I just got a little tired and I think the alcohol was going to my head.” I’d only had one drink and I hadn’t even gotten a chance to finish it. Though, the little bit I had did make me a little sleepy, so it wasn’t a complete lie.

“You’re such a lightweight.” I heard in the background. “We gotta build you up a tolerance.”

I snorted. “Or not. I’m happy like I am.” I must have been on speaker phone because I heard him laughing a moment later. “I just wanted you two to know I was safely home. Drake got me a cab and sent me on my way. He offered to get the both of us in again on another night.” I sat on my bed and pulled off the murderous heels that I was wearing. I sighed in relief. I needed to rethink the shoe situation if there was going to be a next time.

“How did you like Evers, Vi?” I could practically hear her smirk. The thing about Natasha was that she was constantly trying to set me up with eligible bachelors, usually Marco’s friends or customers or coworkers she had while she waitressed at this swanky, five-star restaurant. Unfortunately, things just didn’t work out. Not that she had bad taste in men, we just had different tastes. It hadn’t occurred to me that she would try to set me up with him, especially because he was part of the supernatural world and they tended to stick to their own kind.

“He was nice. Made sure I enjoyed myself.” I didn’t want to disappoint her, because I know that she puts her heart and soul into the hopes that I’d one day be as happy as she was with Marco.

“Just nice? What was the club like? Did you get to talk to anyone else?”

I hesitated a moment before answering. I didn’t want to go too deep into my meeting of Crighton and Ivy. “Yeah. I met two Fae. They were just as you’d expect.”

Marco snorted. “Uppity and pretentious?”

I nodded but then felt a little guilty about speaking ill of the dead. But I couldn’t do anything about it. “A brother and sister. I’ve never been looked at with so much disdain before.”

Marco and Tasha both “hmphed” into the phone. “I can’t say that I’d like to meet a Fae in the future. They never were very accepting of others. I mean, they barely accept other supernatural races.” Marco explained. He’s done a lot of research for his college papers.

“They are definitely that. It was really an….interesting….. experience, that’s for sure.” And I wasn’t just talking about the meeting. My mind kept going back to my discovery in the closet. I suppressed a shudder. “Well, I’m gonna go to bed. I’m pretty tired and I want to get up at a decent hour tomorrow.

“Goodnight, Violet. Call me tomorrow and we’ll coordinate schedules. I can’t wait to go to that club!”

“Will do. Goodnight, Tash. Goodnight, Marco!”

*Short chapter this time because Tumblr hates me. Ill put more up this weekend! Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a reaction in the comments! Also accidentally posted on my main. Oops*

#supernatural #writeblr #shifter #faerie #best friend #night club #original #tanya writes

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ella-insideout · 6 years ago

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I wasn’t told you’d be this cold (Part VI)

A/N: Hello lovelies! Welcome to part 6!!! Read all previous parts here to get caught up. Usual disclaimer: this is based on a very real and very sad relationship I had in uni. We’ve got lots going on in this chapter—angst, smut, fluff, literally everything. I hope you enjoy it!! XXX (PS - I’m thinking of making a playlist for this series, any song suggestions?)

Word count: 4.9k

Harry and Helena’s first kiss after months apart felt as though it went on forever. The tiny London side-street was empty but Helena felt as if she were in a movie—this would definitely be the part where the audience begins clapping because the two main characters finally found their way back to each other. But all good things must come to an end.

Harry broke away from the kiss first. And though Helena was scared that she might’ve crossed a line, when she opened her eyes she saw Harry smiling down at her. He pecked her lips once more before picking up the roses she’d dropped (she didn’t even realise they fell from her hands) and held his palm out to her. She interlaced their fingers and they walked back to Harry’s flat together.

Helena replayed the events from earlier in the week over and over again in her head while she made her way to Adrian’s flat. Though she explained to Harry she had dated over the summer, she incorrectly used past tense. All week, Adrian had texted her to grab dinner or drinks and she denied each invitation with lame excuses of ‘my mum needs me to housesit’ or ‘Bella and I already have plans’. And she felt horrible, she truly did, for lying to him—and technically cheating on him. She’d gone and kissed another person when they had already spoken about their exclusivity. Sure, they weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend, but they were committed to one another; Helena thinks Adrian could’ve been her boyfriend, if it weren’t for Harry. It’s a quick walk from the overground to Adrian’s flat and Helena’s heart is practically beating out of her chest with anxiety as she knocks on his door. He answers with a grin but it quickly falters when he sees Helena’s stoic expression.

“Hi, love,” he leans in and pecks her cheek, allowing her to enter the room, “you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muses while walking to the small sofa, “can, er-can we talk?”

Helena is sat staring at her hands, too afraid to look Adrian in the eye. She feels the sofa sink down and begins speaking, nervous that if she doesn’t get everything out now, she never will. “I… God, I don’t know what to say. There’s thi-this guy and I met him last year, just when we started uni.” She takes a deep breath, “It was never really serious but I developed some…feelings for him. He went away but now he’s back.”

“So… You want to go back to him?” Adrian asks lowly. Helena looks up and their watery eyes meet.

“I don’t know,” she lets out a shaky breath, “bu-but I kissed him. I kissed him on Monday. I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry.” The tears fall out and she covers her face with her hands, unable to look at him any longer. She can hear Adrian sniffling beside her, indicating that she’s definitely hurt him.

“So we’re breaking up.” Adrian wipes at his tears as Helena picks her head up to face him once more.

“Y-yeah,” she squeaks out, “you deserve better than me. I fucking cheated on you. I’m a cheater!” The tears cascade down Helena’s cheeks again. However, instead of yelling at or kicking her out of his home, Adrian does the unexpected. He scoots closer to her and wraps his arm around her shoulders.

“No, no, no,” he tuts in her ear, “you’re not a cheater. You made a mistake, s’all. We all do.”

“Don’t be nice to me, I don’t deserve it. You should hate me.” She cries more into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t hate you, I could never,” he whispers, “I’m hurt—I won’t lie. I have feelings for you so of course I’m hurt. But you’re not a bad person. You just made a bad choice.”

“I have feelings for you, too. I really like you.” She hiccups, pulling away to look Adrian in the eyes.

“But you like this other bloke more.”

“I love him.” She responds instantly. It’s sad but true—she loves Harry with everything in her. She’d move mountains for him, but when she thinks about it, she wouldn’t do the same for Adrian. It’s only fair to let him go. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.” He says despondently. They sit for a little while crying together until the tears subside. When they’ve both calmed down, Helena composes herself and collects her things to leave. She looks around the tiny studio apartment and feels sad knowing it’s the last time she’ll see the four walls she’d grown so accustomed to. She wants to cry knowing she’ll never see Adrian again—at least romantically—but she holds herself together.

“So…” he draws out as they stand in the doorway.

“So, this is goodbye, I guess.” Helena shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll miss you.”

“Gonna miss you, too. Loads.”

“Do you… Do you think we can ever be friends. Maybe one day?”

“Maybe,” Adrian hums, “It just hurts now. I need some time.”

“I understand.” She nods her head.

“If things were different, if he wasn’t in the picture… Would you be wi—”

“Yes.” Helena cuts him off. She doesn’t need to hear the rest of his question; she knows that if Harry wasn’t around, she’d be with Adrian. And she needs him to know that.

“Well,” Adrian lets out a long breath, “that’s good to know, I guess.” He leans in for one last hug and she grips him tightly, scared to fully let go. “Be good.” He kisses her cheek for the final time.

“Be good.” She says back, walking away.

—

Helena was hurting after her break up with Adrian. She couldn’t really show it but she felt terrible. She cried the whole way home and again the next morning. She and Bella would meet up to talk a lot about Helena’s conflicting feelings toward both Adrian and Harry, and each conversation ended with Helena realising that she wanted Harry more. Maybe she needed someone like Adrian—someone who could commit and treat her nicely—but despite better judgement, her heart longer for Harry. And when she saw him, it felt like the world disappeared. They could be in a crowded room but Helena would swear that they were completely alone. Harry had this way of making Helena feel special, and as much as she wished it, Adrian never gave her the same feeling.

It’s about three weeks until uni starts up again and Helena is dreading it. Lately she and Harry had been spending every day and (almost) every night together. Sometimes they’ll go out into the city and discover new cafes and shops, taking full advantage of the last bits of the summer sun and warm weather. Sometimes they’ll stay in his and Niall’s flat, cooking pizzas and watching comedy specials on Netflix. They’ll sit on the sofa and Harry will lay his head in Helena’s lap, allowing her to play with his hair. As for the nights Helena spent with Harry, they were far from typical nights two nineteen-year-olds would spend together. While they’d kissed loads since Harry’s return, they hadn’t had sex yet. Harry feels it’s still a bit too soon after his breakup, but Helena thinks that Harry just wants things between them to be special. She’s oblivious when it comes to him.

It’s a fairly warm Sunday and Harry didn’t want it to go to waste. He asked Helena to join him for a picnic in Greenwich Park and put together a nice basket, he thinks. He’s got a bottle of white wine with two (plastic) wine glasses, an assortment of cheeses and crackers that came in a pack, and some jammy dodgers to satisfy Helena’s sweet tooth. He collected Helena at her bus stop (she’s still not back in Greenwich until next weekend) and the pair walk with their arms linked through the park to a secluded, shady area. Helena pulls out a folded quilt from her bag and lays it out for the two of them, toeing off her sandals she kneels down on the blanket and begins unpacking Harry’s basket.

“Oooh,” she quips, “you got the good wine! And the good cheese! And jammy dodgers!”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “only the best for m’girl.”

Helena’s smile grew when Harry called her his girl—he’d stopped calling her that while he dated Rachel and the nickname is a gentle reminder that Harry is hers again. Just hers. She’s happy it’s a warm day because she can see the rose tattoo on his forearm, it’s still a bit scabby but it looks beautiful. Helena thinks her cheeks may fall off from smiling so much.

The pair enjoyed their snacks and drinks while laying in the shade of the late morning, but as the afternoon sun became stronger, Helena convinced Harry to move their blanket into a warmer spot. She hiked up her calf-length dress to her mid-thigh in order to tan her pale skin and Harry removed his shirt to avoid getting a farmer’s tan. They laid in the sun and chatted while passing the wine bottle back and forth. Helena, a little bit tipsy at this point, started teasing Harry. At first it wasn’t entirely noticeable—she pulled her dress up a little bit higher and Harry assumed it was to even out her tan. Then she untied the halter of her top and tucked the strings into the sides, and Harry figured she didn’t want lines. Then she leaned over and though Harry thought she was going to kiss his cheek, her head tilted downward and she kissed his neck.

“Mmm,” Helena hums, peppering kisses up Harry’s jawline, “you look so nice today.”

“Thanks, H,” he clears his throat, “so do you, y’know.”

Helena pulls away from Harry and shuffles her legs beneath her, leaning back into her heels. Harry takes a moment to eye her over—her skin is dewy with a bit of sweat from sitting in direct sunlight and her skirt is very high up now. So high that if he looked a bit longer, he’d see her knickers. Her dress is no longer supported by the halter straps and the fabric is laying across her chest, her cleavage on full display. Unable to control himself, Harry all but lunges at Helena and brings their lips together. He immediately pushes his tongue into her mouth and she moans in response. She breaks away from the kiss and pushes Harry down, crawling on top of him. Harry shuts his eyes and puckers his lips, expecting Helena to meet him halfway but instead, he feels her on his neck again. She sucks for a moment on the spot above his collarbone and Harry grunts, placing his hand in her hair. She lightly bites the skin and sucks a bit more, wanting to make her mark on him. He’s finally hers and she wants everyone to know. Harry’s free hand slides from behind her back to her stomach and slowly trails up until he reaches her breasts. He begins kneading one in his hand, thumbing over her nipple through the fabric, and the feeling brings Helena back to reality.

“Harry, we can’t,” she pants out, “people will see.”

“No, no,” he whines, sitting up and situating Helena over his lap, “just lay your dress over us. If people come by they’ll think we’re ‘aving a cheeky snog. Which we are, aren’we?” He smirks at her. Helena complies and pulls her dress down, its length covering them. She reaches underneath the fabric and undoes Harry’s jeans, pulling out his cock. She pumps him a couple of times before she pulls her underwear aside and lines him up with her entrance. Helena sinks down on him and they both moan—a bit loudly—at the feeling.

“Missed this,” she says into Harry’s ear as she rocks on him, “missed you inside me.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles, “missed yeh too. Make m’cock feel so good, darling.”

Helena begins rolling her hips against his and the friction against her clit makes her head lean forward onto Harry’s shoulder. He places his hands on her hips and continues leading them in their movement, loving the feeling of her tight walls all around him. He takes one hand under her dress and circles his thumb around her; Helena’s head then tilts back as she cums. She’s squeezing his cock and he feels so good and Harry is about to cum until he realises they didn’t use a condom.

“Fu-fuck, m’sorry!” Harry practically yells as he lifts Helena up and pulls out just as he begins to cum. He can feel it dripping down his cock and knows he’s just ruined her dress, but he hasn’t had an orgasm since who-knows-when so he loses himself in the moment.

“Harry!” Helena chides him, “Could’ve at least given me a little warning.” She comes off him and settles at his side, poking at the wet spot near her upper thigh.

“Sorry, m’sorry,” he says sleepily, blinking his eyes open, “just so intense… Couldn’t think… Didn’t realise I wasn’t wearing a rubber till right before.”

“Harry, it’s okay, m’on the pill.”

“Yeh are? Since when?”

Helena’s eyes go wide for a moment. She doesn’t want to tell Harry she started birth control while dating Adrian. She definitely won’t be telling him that she’s had sex without condoms now and had someone cum inside her. Nope, she won’t be telling him. “For my period, to regulate it. But it has other benefits, too.” Harry wiggles his eyebrows and Helena laughs. She won’t tell him, ever.

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It’s now Helena’s first day back in class and she’s slightly nervous. She lucked out with having all-afternoon lectures and seminars, but she wants to make sure this year goes well—academically and personally. She’s determined to get high marks in all of her courses and has a goal of studying abroad in Spain during Spring term; her programme also has connections with so many international businesses that she’d be able to undertake an internship during her abroad studies. And since Helena still has no clue about what she plans to do when she graduates in two year’s time (maybe journalism? Or PRing? Teaching?) she needs all the experience she can get.

As Helena walks from her shared flat with Bella to her first lecture of the year, she wonders about Harry. He, too, had his first class today and it let out around 11am with an hour-long seminar immediately after. She had texted and asked him to meet for lunch (since her course doesn’t begin until 1.30) but he’d never responded. Not that it’s unusual for Harry, just disheartening for Helena. So she left her flat a tad earlier in order to grab a sandwich at her favourite cafe near the market and as she walked through the door, a surprise was waiting for her.

Harry was sitting at a table against the cafe’s far wall in front of a full table of food, holding a bouquet of red roses. Helena spotted her usual sandwich order on the plate opposite him and as she approached the table, Harry stood up and held the flowers out to her.

“For you, m’lady.” Harry smiles and jokingly bows toward Helena. She happily takes the roses into her hands, smelling them before placing them down on the empty chair beside her.

“What’s all this for?” She questions as they sit down.

“Yeh told me yeh wanted lunch. I forgot to reply but I figured you’d come alone,” he shrugs, “you can never turn down a turkey-pesto sandwich.”

“I can’t!” She says before taking a bite of her freshly prepared lunch. Harry watches her fondly while she’s eating and in between bites Helena asks, “Why’re you staring at me?”

“S’just nice to see you eating, is all. Y’know… Being healthy.” Helena swallows and thinks back to her poor eating habits from earlier in the year. She’d lost so much weight but during the summer, she worked very hard to gain it back (in a healthy way). She exercised more to gain muscle and made sure to eat her three meals a day everyday. No excuses.

“Well, thank you for my meal,” she grins as they make eye contact, “it was really lovely. And you didn’t have to treat me or spoil me with these flowers.”

“Course I did,” Harry scoffs, “do you know what today is?”

“My first day of classes?”

“No.”

“Our first day of classes?”

“Also no.” Helena huffs at his response. “S’the day we first met. On the booze cruise last year.”

“Oh.” She says with a twinkle in her eye, thinking back to that night. She was completely enamored with Harry from the moment she saw him. She remembered wondering if she would see him again and what it’d be like. If only she could tell her past self all the ups and downs she’s had with Harry over the past year. But she’d do it all over again, if it meant she could have him.

“So, happy meet-a-versary, H.” Harry raises his glass of water.

“Happy meet-a-versary, H.” Helena giggles as she clinks her glass with his, both taking a sip at the same time.

—

Though it’s just been a few weeks into fall term, Helena already felt overwhelmed. Her courses were much more demanding than the year prior; she had about 600 pages of reading per week, and she was only enrolled in four classes. She was also working diligently on her study abroad application by freshening up her resume and writing covering letters for potential employers. She hasn’t yet told Harry about her plans to go abroad and she feels a bit guilty—it’s not that he wouldn’t be supportive, because he would be, but Helena is nervous about leaving him behind. They’d already been separated once and she was completely broken. She’s not sure how she’ll cope if she’s away from him while they’re actually together.

In need of blowing off some steam, Helena asked Niall to arrange a night for everyone to go out and let loose. She doesn’t want to be belligerently drunk, no, but just enough to have a good time (and possibly steal a cheeky drunken snog with Harry). Fortunately, Niall was able to get free tickets for show at the same venue he’d taken Bella and Helena to over the summer—the same venue Helena met Adrian. As the girls were getting ready to go out, Bella made a quick comment about how funny it’d be if they ran into him there. Helena laughed along, but deep down she was nervous it may actually happen.

They met the boys at their flat and made their way to the overground station; Harry wraps his arm around Helena’s shoulders as they walk and keeps her body close to his, which was unusual. Harry was never one to show affection in front of their friends (especially Niall and Bella) and he never once put his arm around her while walking. As they sit next to each other on the train, Harry places his hand on her thigh, lightly squeezing it from time to time. Helena was confused, to say the least, but figured Harry was just trying to be better. Maybe he’s just trying to show her that he does care and he doesn’t mind their friends knowing about their relationship.

As they get into the venue, Niall immediately makes a beeline for the bar to greet his old work mates and score some free drinks. He comes back with vodka cranberries for the girls, two pints for himself and Harry, and a tray of tequila shots.

“Oi! What’s this?” Bella shouts out upon seeing Niall carrying the shots over.

“My old coworker wanted us t’have a good night! Free round of shots!” Niall passes out the limes to the group and hands everyone a shot glass. “To second year!” He raises his glass.

“Second year!” They yell in unison before tilting their heads back and quickly swallowing the burning alcohol. If this was any indicator of how the night would go, Helena was more than excited. She wanted nothing more than to drink good liquor, dance to good music, and be with Harry. This was the first time they’d done something with their mates since getting back together—if that’s what they could call it. Helena was happy that she finally got what she yearned for over the past year.

The night started off pretty well. Between the drinks and the music, everyone was having a great time. Niall and Bella danced a bit before they each branched out and met other people in the bar; Harry and Helena, on the other hand, were inseparable. And the more they drank, the more affectionate they became. It started off with the pair dancing fairly close together but eventually they were snogging and grinding against one another in the middle of the crowd. Luckily, as they were surrounded by fellow drunk teenagers, no one seemed to mind all that much. Everything was going great, Helena truly thinks so, but the thought swiftly leaves her mind once she gets to the bar.

As fate would have it, Adrian stands next to Helena while she’s waiting on hers and Harry’s latest round. She didn’t notice him at first but the second he places his order, Helena recognises his voice. Debating whether or not to grab her drinks and runaway, she goes against her better judgement and turns to his direction.

“Adrian!” She says excitedly, “Funny seeing you here.”

His eyes go wide and he looks her over, before softening his expression. “Hi! How’re you?”

“Good, good,” she smiles, “just here with some mates. Niall’s around here somewhere, if you wanted to say hello!”

“Nice, haven’t seen him yet but I’ll keep a lookout.”

It’s awkwardly silent for a beat before the bartender interrupts and hands Adrian his beer bottle; he gestures to Helena and they both walk back into the crowd. Harry, waiting for Helena to return, sees her walking next to Adrian and furrows his brow. Helena wordlessly hands Harry his drink as Adrian stands beside her, introducing himself.

“Hey, mate,” he offers his hand out, “M’Adrian. Friend of Niall’s and Helena’s.” Harry doesn’t accept the handshake or respond to Adrian, instead he turns to Helena.

“How d’yeh know him?” Harry shrugs his shoulder and nods his head in Adrian’s direction. Helena’s heart begins to beat faster as she’s unsure of what to say back. Lying could hurt both of their feelings, but telling the truth could hurt Harry more.

“I met Adrian through Niall,” she replies coolly, “over the summer. He played here one night.”

“Ahh, you’re a musician?” Harry raises an eyebrow, now staring Adrian in the eye. He looks at Helena nervously and she practically pleads with him in just one look to not say anything.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “s’how I know Niall.”

“And you met H through Niall?” Harry questions him again, making sure to emphasize his nickname for Helena.

“Yep,” Adrian gives a quick smile to her, “Niall brought her and Bella to our gig.”

“Sorry, I just find it a bit weird that yeh know Niall, and H, and Bella, yet I’ve never seen yeh ‘round.”

“Well, H,” Helena interjects, “you were gone during the summer. Adrian’s got a job so he’s quite busy.”

“Hmm.” Harry hums in response. “Well, m’off to the loo. See yeh later, mate.” Harry smirks at Adrian before walking off.

“I’m really sorry,” Helena explains as soon as Harry’s out of sight, “don’t know what got into him tonight.”

“Is that the bloke you left me for?” Adrian deadpans. Helena, feeling nervous, slightly nods her head yes. “Wow,” he scoffs, “he’s a proper jerk.”

“He’s got his off moments, but he’s a sweet guy.” She tries to convince him, feeling like she’s really attempting to convince herself.

“None of that was sweet, in my opinion. But you can make your own decisions.”

“I’m sorry, truly.” She places her hand on his forearm and he smiles at her.

“I know. I think m’gonna go find my mates now.”

“Okay.” Helena whispers.

“See you around.” Adrian muses before walking away.

Helena stays in her spot, trying to dissect what’s just happened. She hadn’t seen Adrian in almost two months and on the one night she goes out, he happens to be in the same bar as her. Granted, it’s the bar they met in, but still—London’s a big city. She should never run into her ex, she thinks. While still mulling over her thoughts about seeing Adrian again, Helena sets off to find Harry. She knew he was pissed—and he had a right to be—but she needs to set things straight. She needs to tell him the truth.

Helena enters a long hallway marked for the washrooms and sees the women’s room on the right (with a line outside, of course) and the men’s on the left. Hoping she hadn’t missed Harry, she waits along the wall for a few moments before he comes out, eyes widening when seeing her.

“Harry,” she groans as he walks past her, “please don’t ignore me.”

“M’not ignoring you,” he replies, stopping to turn and face her, “I want to leave. Now.” Helena doesn’t say anything but follows him toward the door. She types a quick text to Bella and Niall to let them know she and Harry are heading home as she walks outside into the cool October air. Harry’s situated himself against the wall of the building with his arms crossed and chest heaving.

“S’that the guy?” He mumbles to Helena.

“Yeah, okay, I dated him in the summer!” She waves her arms in the air dramatically.

“Yeh didn’t tell me that Niall introduced you! Niall—my best mate!” Harry starts shouting.

“He didn’t introduce us,” she yells back, “we met through him! S’not like Niall just showed up with Adrian and said, ‘Here’s Helena, go bang now!’—he introduced himself to me!”

Harry’s expression softens and he quietly asks, “Yeh had sex with him?”

“God, Harry, yeah, I did.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not just some prude that waits around for you! You were gone! You can’t be mad at me for fucking someone else when you did the same, for months!” If things were different, Helena may have reacted differently. If she hadn’t drank so much, if Harry hadn’t been so rude, she would’ve phrased things differently. But unfortunately, life doesn’t allow do-overs.

“I never rubbed it in your face, though!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Helena laughs to herself. “The first time you told me about Rachel was literally hours after you’d fucked her for the first time. You were practically nude!”

“That’s because you walked into my flat!” Harry points his finger in Helena’s face and her entire demeanor changes. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in order to calm herself.

“You’re right,” she lowers her volume, “everything is my fault. Always has been. I walked in on you. I brought Adrian to you. It’s all on me.”

“Fuck,” Harry pants, pulling Helena against his body, “m’sorry, m’sorry. I don’t blame yeh, not putting anything on yeh. Just being a dick, m’sorry.” Helena doesn’t say anything, but wraps her hands around his torso and presses her face against his neck. “I’m being a jealous dick, I know. S’just now that I have yeh, I don’t want to think o’you with someone else. But when I met… Him… Couldn’t help myself. M’sorry, love.” He kisses the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, too,” she says, looking up at him, “I should’ve said something to you. Or not been so secretive about it.”

“I’m all in, y’know. M’here for you. I just want to know you’re here fo’me.”

“Always, H. I’ve been here.”

“Show me.” Harry glances down at her. Helena stands on her tip-toes and lays a soft kiss against his lips.

“Okay.” She pulls away from him and grabs his hand, walking down the streets of Shoreditch. She’s been in this area so often that she knows it fairly well and remembers seeing a tattoo shop that’s open late. After a few minutes, they find it and Helena unlaces her fingers from Harry’s as she walks up to the counter and decides what she’s going to get. She signs some paperwork and swipes her card and is then led to the back by the artist. She’s only gone for a moment, it seems, before she comes back out with a bandage over her wrist.

“What’d yeh get?” Harry pulls her arm forward, already removing the plaster to pull the gauze off. On the inside of her right wrist, there’s a small ‘H’ inside of a heart. Helena grins up at Harry as he places the bandage back over the raw tattoo, kissing it.

“You like it?” Helena questions him. Instead of speaking, Harry brings his hands to Helena’s waist and lifts her up, kissing her cheeks while she squeals.

“Love it,” he sighs, placing her back down and kissing the top of her head, “love it so much.” Helena doesn’t respond but lays her head against his chest, peppering kisses over his beating heart. She was his and he was hers and now nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever come between them.

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A bad day (a long tale by Talviel)

Loredas, 1st of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 208. “Stop right there, criminal scum!” A guard shouted, and a little figure dressed in black whizzed past Brynjolf and I so fast that our robes fluttered. The guard, who was tubby and flustered, looked like he had been running for some time now. He paused to take a breather, and looked up at us. “Did you see where he went? That Khajiit scamp in Thieves Guild armour, he must have run past you.” He panted. Brynjolf raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “No, lad, he might have climbed a roof. Khajiit are sneaky like that. Best of luck with your search, though.” The guard sighed, thanking Bryn and walking off looking peeved. When he was out of sight, we immediately set off at a quick walk in the direction the thief went. One of ours had drawn attention to themselves, and getting caught by the leader of Tamriel’s Thieves Guild was equal parts bad luck and sheer incompetence. Whoever the kid was, he would need a talking to.

Brynjolf immediately went to the Waterfront to wait in the Guild hideout, while I ambled innocuously through the Nobles District, hot on the heels of the Khajiit. I turned a corner into a small rose garden, and sure enough found him attempting to pick the lock to a sewer entrance and failing miserably. “Shadow hide you, friend.” I said loudly, so he wouldn’t take off. The thief dropped his lockpicks and squeaked, turning around to face me. “Khajiit is innocent! This one has done nothing wrong!” He protested, his bulging pockets indicating otherwise. I sighed and approached him carefully, making the finger sign of the Guild that Delvin had popularised over the years. The thief finally relaxed, dropping his shoulders. “Shadow hide you, sister. This one was most afraid of getting caught by the fat guard, oh yes. Please, keep the area clear while S'druz picks this lock.” “No, S'druz, you’re doing it wrong. Watch how I do it. See how I’m feeling for the movement of the tumblers? There we go.” I opened the sewer entrance, handing back the undamaged lockpick. S'druz smiled in wonder. He was only a few inches taller than I, and slight of build. A pointed face with keen amber eyes and striped grey fur peeked out from beneath the Guild hood. “This one thanks you, sister. Please, meet me at the hideout and I will have ready a token of my thanks for you.” He said, scurrying down the manhole and out of sight before I could say anything else.

I met Brynjolf at the Waterfront, eyeing a large cargo ship with masked greed. “There’s only one Khajiit in the Imperial City Guild, and he’s apparently out on a job, so we know who needs a smack across the knuckles when he gets home.” He sighed, looking stressed. Ever since we’d arrived in the Imperial City to celebrate our honeymoon a few days ago, all Brynjolf had done was whip the local Guild into shape instead of relaxing, promising to make the time up to me later. “He’s on his way back. Had to teach him how to pick a lock. Try not to be too hard on him, he’s just a kid and a rookie at that.” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking to the harbour. “Aye, but you didn’t even attract the attention of a guard during your trial, lass. I don’t know who’s doing the recruiting around here but at this rate I’ll be stuck in the city for months trying to get this lot up to scratch. The Grey Fox must be turning in his grave.” Brynjolf put an arm around my shoulder absent-mindedly, fiddling with a ribbon on my sleeve while staring at the cargo ship as though it were a tasty steak.

“We’ve got information that there’s an auction about to take place in one of the houses in the Nobles District. That ship is apparently transporting at least half a million septims in art and rare goods for it. The Guild want to go on a heist but none of them are up to scratch for the task. It’s been a while since I broke into anything, so I think I’ll show them how it’s done.” Bryn mused to himself, stroking his beard. I rolled my eyes. “My love, sorry to say but you’ve lost your touch when it comes to sneaking. I see at least four guards on the deck there, and there are definitely going to be more below deck and probably security enchantments as well. With the racket you make, they’ll be onto you in…I’ll give it five minutes, to be generous.” “Well don’t you have a smart mouth on you today, Vi my love? Want to place a wager on it?” He snarled, grey-green eyes shimmering with the delight of a challenge. “Two weeks of three meals a day. Hope you’re ready to do some cooking, dear husband.” I grinned back, and got a slap on the arse. We taunted each other all the way back to the Guild hideout, enjoying the feel of the old days coming back, when I was ready to spring to a job- the more challenging the better. I was back in the game, and it felt good.

We were waiting in the underground complex the Guild had made beneath an abandoned hut when S'druz finally crept in, stinking of sewer water. He squeaked again in alarm and dropped to one knee when he saw Brynjolf, who was recognised more or less as the Emperor of the Guild of Tamriel. I choked back a laugh. The poor Khajiit was well over his head in the matters of Guild business, though his counterparts weren’t much better at this stage. Brynjolf barked at him to get up and gather everybody in the stone hall. Within minutes the Imperial City Guild was rallied, while Brynjolf and I stood at the front of the room, scanning our motley crew. “Right, all of you. I’m more than just a little peeved at conduct here, as little S'druz nearly ran my wife and I over while being pursued by the city guard earlier today. In Cyrodiil you stick by your old motto: Shadows hide you. Well, you can’t expect the shadows to hide you if you’re bloody running through town in broad daylight can you? Where is stealth and finesse? Why are you attracting attention we don’t need? And for crying out loud, we need to do something about the recruitment around here because letting any old fool into the Guild, as you’ve evidently been doing, isn’t going to do.” Brynjolf said, his usually soothing voice replaced by a commanding snap that only ever happened when he was really peeved (or playing rough in the bedroom). The Guild members were silent and their facial expressions ranged from uncomfortable to embarrassed.

“This one must apologise to Master Brynjolf and his most esteemed wife for my foolish conduct in the streets.” S'druz stuttered, his tail swishing nervously. “S'druz has been a member of the Guild for but a week now, and only knows the ways of the street. We have no mentor, no training as we have heard of your famed Skyrim Guild. Please, S'druz asks of you, let us learn your ways, and how best to serve the Guild and Lady Nocturnal.” The chamber echoed in agreement, and Brynjolf and I glanced at each other. Since the time of the Grey Fox, the Cyrodiil Guild had more or less vanished since the legendary theft of an Elder Scroll from the White-Gold Tower. The meteoric rise of our little Riften branch over the past several years had inspired copycat groups who were no more than bandits, and aspiring branches who wished to be officially affiliated with the Thieves Guild. We were the most formidable association above the laws of every province, yet without the strict ground rules we had implemented and honed in Riften, it was to be expected that until Brynjolf had completed his monumental task of overseeing every Guild branch in Tamriel, things were going to need to be shaken up to reach our standards.

Brynjolf stood in thought for a moment. “I completely agree, lad. It isn’t fair of me as a leader to come barging into your territory and tell you how to run a business, but for as long as you want to be affiliated with the real Thieves Guild, you play by the rules we laid out in Skyrim. And yes, if it’s training you’ll want, it’s training you’ll get. From now until the end of the month, I’ll be teaching speechcraft, pickpocketing, and business operations. Talviel here will be in charge of lockpicking, sneaking, and bypassing traps and enchantments. I have faith in all of you, but we have a tight ship to run and places to be so I expect all of you to put in the work you need to make the Guild succeed. Are we clear?” A chorus of nods and “aye” went around the room, but I stood there miffed. A month? Training the Guild, when all I’d agreed to with Brynjolf just a few days past was to act as a diversion and an occasional accomplice on special jobs? I smiled and spoke freely with the members who approached me, but inside I was seething. Honeymoon, yeah right.

I refused to speak to Brynjolf until we got back to our hotel room, where I nearly shouted him into a wall out of fury. “All you ever think about is work and your reputation! And to rope me into this when I barely said yes? You’re absurd! I’ve got my own career to uphold and without my permission you’ve just decided to delegate me for a month to training a group of buffoons who barely know how to pick a lock? Honestly Brynjolf, you are insufferable sometimes. Unbelievable.” I yelled, when he tried to cajole me into better spirits. “Lass, calm down-” He tried, which only infuriated me more as I hurled a vase across the room, where it smashed satisfyingly. “No, fuck off, Bryn. All I’ve agreed to was the heist on that ship and that’s all you’re getting unless I say otherwise. You’re the Guildmaster. I play my role as a Nightingale and anything else that relates to Guild business is what I choose to do, not you. I am your wife, not your minion. Go teach that lot yourself because I am done here.” I snapped, and stormed from the room before he could make me even angrier, if that were possible. With my mind a haze of red, I stormed my way through the city without thinking to the Akatosh Tavern, where my career as a chef beyond the borders of Skyrim began.

Garrus, the Breton chef and my former mentor, was pleased to see me, but his brow wrinkled in worry when he saw my stormy expression. He knowingly slid a bottle of Firebrand Wine across the bar to me, where I poured a goblet to the brim and chugged in down in a breath. “Bad day, little one? I heard word that you were here on your honeymoon, don’t tell me there’s trouble already.” He said sympathetically, pouring me another glass. “I wouldn’t be having an awful time if my stupid husband would just leave work alone for a minute and enjoy the first time we’ve ever had alone together.” “Ah, merchants.” Garrus nodded, and I played along with the tale I’d woven long ago, that my love interest was a potion merchant in Skyrim. “Well, I’ve always got time for you. Say, I know what’ll cheer you up, Talviel. Drink up and follow me.” He threw me a kitchen apron and I smiled wanly. Several hours later, my dress ruined with flour and syrup, Garrus and I had made hundreds of little pastries ready for the Sundas crowd and the week ahead. I was in a decidedly better mood after baking, with the help of a free flow of wine and nibbles. I had supper with Garrus, then went on a walk to clear my head in the night air.

I headed to the night markets at the Market District, browsing the wide array of unique ingredients on offer. I was sniffing a sample of saffron from Sentinel, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and found S'druz standing there meekly. “Look, S'druz, I’m really not interested in Guild business right now. I’m here on holiday and I just want to spend some time relaxing.” I sighed, crossing my arms. “Oh, no. This one does not come with business. S'druz was so enraptured by the honorable Talviel’s husband’s speech earlier that I forgot to pass you my token of thanks. For you, a staff I found. One of its kind in all of Cyrodiil, maybe even Tamriel.” The young Khajiit smiled, handing out a wooden staff with an odd carving at its head. Not wanting to be rude, I accepted it with thanks, despite never having used a staff in my life. We parted ways, but I kept my eye on him until he had pickpocketed his way out of sight. I stared at my gift, thinking to pawn it off, yet something about it stayed me. I decided to take it to the Arcane University in the morning, as they would probably have more use for it than I. With my satchel full of delicious things, I decided to go on a stroll beyond the city gates before heading back to the hotel.

I walked along the lake, throwing pebbles in the water as torchbugs darted overhead. The silence was delightful after the bustle of the city and the bad mood I’d spent the majority of the day stewing in, yet of course my luck was at an end again. From the edge of the forest, a howl rose up from the trees, followed by another. My hand went to my sword, only to realise I’d left it in the hotel. I braced myself for the wolves to emerge from the trees. Only, they weren’t wolves. Two hulking beasts sprang forth on their hind legs, spindly arms outstretched with long claws swiping at me. I leapt backwards in shock- I had never seen a werewolf before, though rumour was that my former lovers Aela and Vilkas were werewolves themselves. They were quick, yet clumsy in their movements from their gangly limbs. I set them on fire with a shout, which threw them off my trail for a moment while I sprinted back towards the city, but one of them clearly hadn’t been flambéed well enough as it barrelled towards me with renewed rage, its fur still sparking with embers. Without thinking, I took the staff S'druz had given me and cracked it across the face, sending it reeling. The werewolf roared and swiped at me, and I rolled to the side, scared that this was the end of me. Staggering to my feet as it crawled towards its cornered prey, I pointed the staff towards it without thinking, and it let out a blinding blast of light. The slobbery breathing of the werewolf suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a single heavy thud. I sighed with relief and rubbed my eyes, only to find a wheel of goat cheese where the werewolf had been.

“What in Oblivion?” I exclaimed, staring at the cheese, and then at the staff in complete bafflement. “Well, to be precise, where in Oblivion is what you should be asking, and that place would be the Shivering Isles, in case you weren’t aware.” Drawled a sing-song voice from behind me, and I whipped around so fast I almost fell over. A tall, lean man in a purple suit stood there, grinning widely at me. He clapped his hands with delight and pointed at the were-cheese. “For a first time staff user, I must say well done on turning that little beastie into such a delightful wheel of cheese on your first try. You may want to take up magic aside from those dull dragon shouts you use, imagine how much jelly you would be able to conjure!” The man giggled. My jaw dropped as my brain finally put two and two together. “You…you’re Sheogorath?” I choked out, unable to believe how bad my day was. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I could be Hermy Mory, for all you know. But of course you know, what am I saying? You’re the little mortal that he took such an interest in yesterday! And of course you’re the underling of that old witch Nocturnal, though who knows why. Boring old hag she is, sitting alone in the dark with those silly birds of hers. No, I can guarantee that I am lots more fun.” Sheogorath said, shaking my limp hand enthusiastically. I snatched it away, shaking my head. “Look, Sheogorath, lovely to meet you and all, but I didn’t summon you. Or maybe I did, with this staff, which I guess is yours. Please, just take it back, don’t send me on a quest. I don’t have the strength for it and I’ve got a husband to get back to.” I pleaded, shoving the staff at the Daedric Prince of Madness. “Whaaat? You don’t want my lovely Wabbajack? But you love cheese! And I never said anything about a quest, though I may be needing your help for the little pickle you’ve just put both of us in.” Sheogorath pouted. “You see, the little pup you just blasted with the Wabbajack is a servant of Hircine. You know, my fellow Daedric Prince. Not a very fun guy either, I might add. He’s not going to be happy that my little fun-stick here turned one of his followers into a frankly divine wheel of cheese, and since you’re the one who blasted the wolf boy, you’re the one who’s going to do the explaining on my part.”

I groaned. “Can’t you just change him back or something?” “Me? Now why would I do that? I plan on bringing this lovely cheesy home for tea, hee hee! And of course changing him back wouldn’t be possible anyway, changes in molecular structure and all that, quite complicated. Anyway, come on, time to talk to Hircey!” Sheogorath waved a hand and summoned a portal, which he then threw me into before I could protest. I landed hard on my rump on the rough ground in front of a shrine, surrounded on all sides by trees. Sheogorath and his portal were nowhere to be seen. “Fuck!” I yelled, thoroughly done with the hell of a day I’d had. “Is that the way you greet the Prince of the Hunt, mortal?” Growled a disembodied voice that echoed through the thicket. I took that as my warning and immediately dropped to my knees, not wanting to add the wrath of a Daedric Prince to the list of crap I’d been through in the past several hours. “Apologies, Lord Hircine. I…I was sent here by Sheogorath because-” “Yes, I’m well aware you turned one of my coven into a wheel of cheese because of that buffoon’s trickery. I saw it all, and how he has tried to dump the responsibility on you, when you were simply defending yourself. It is nothing to be ashamed of, to shift your position from being prey to hunter. I have no quarrel with you. My anger lies solely with that clown I have to share Oblivion with, and I will have my revenge.” The voice thundered, and the trees shook with a sudden breeze.

“What will you have me do?” I sighed, realising that there was no escaping the will of the daedra when they wanted something, even in the dead of night in the middle of nowhere. “He took one of my children from me, and he will pay by giving me one of his.” “I will do no such thing!” Sheogorath’s voice shouted indignantly, from who knows where. “Sheogorath, you fool! You know better than to enter my domain! Bring me a sacrifice and leave!” Hircine said. I stood helplessly as their bickering escalated, unsure if I should interject. The wind in the clearing blew frantically and whipped leaves and branches every which way. A luminous pink rain began to fall (definitely Sheogorath’s), which was counteracted by a torrent of blood from the sky (definitely Hircine’s). I shrieked, holding my hands up to protect myself from the stinking deluge, and felt a soft whack against my cheek. It was raining cheese curds, and then bones.

Clearly the daedra didn’t need me to mediate their little spat. I stood to leave, and a maze of thorns erupted from the ground around the shrine, trapping me in. I had had enough and thoroughly lost it. “Both of you, stop right now and let me go! You obviously don’t need my help hurling various substances at each other and I have had the worst day since escaping Oblivion so let-me-out!” I bashed the thorns with the Wabbajack, that shot blasts of light here and there, presumably turning trees into food items. Hircine and Sheogorath continued yelling at each other without acknowledging that they’d heard me, so I did the only thing I could in that moment. “Strun Bah Ko!” I screamed, and the sky crackled with thunder and lightning, bringing down a nice torrent of hail and rain made of water for a change. The Daedric Princes had gone quiet. “What? You wanna damn my soul or something? Fucking go for it, I have had enough of this bullshit day with the bullshit Thieves Guild and bullshit magical staffs and bullshit daedra bitch fights! Either let me go or I’m calling a dragon to take me to Sovngarde because I am finished!” I roared. “Be on your way, mortal. This has nothing to do with you and is entirely the doing of this fool Sheogorath.” Hircine said, and the thorns retreated. Before either of the Daedric Princes could change their minds, I dashed for the trees as fast as my legs could take me, worried that my lovely hailstorm diversion was about to be replaced by flying frogs or pudding next.

Glancing up at the stars, I positioned myself as south of the Imperial City and set off on the long trudge back. I finally crawled back to the hotel before dawn, to find Brynjolf pacing frantically back and forth in our room. “Lass! What on earth happened to you?” He shouted in shock, taking in my dishevelled appearance. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and winced. I was stained head to toe with blood, and covered in leaves, cheese curds, and who knows what else. “Run me a bath, Bryn. I don’t want to hear another peep out of anyone right now.” I groaned, dropping my ruined dress on the floor. At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Brynjolf drew his knife and opened it carefully. There was nobody there, except for a wheel of goat cheese on the ground. There was a note on top of it, that Bryn picked up and read with confusion. “We finally called it even. Thanks for being a sport! -Sheogorath. Vi, what on earth were you doing with Sheogorath?!” “Let’s put it this way, my love. Why stop at just having a bad day when you can get Daedric Princes involved too? Now run me a bath, or I’m going straight to bed covered in animal blood.” I growled, and Brynjolf raised his hands in peace, heading to the tub to run the water while glancing at me fearfully. Despite everything, I cracked a grin at the idea that my husband was labouring under the idea that I’d summoned a Daedric Prince simply because I was in a foul mood. It was far from the truth, but it would be fun to watch him squirm in return for teaching a group of inept thieves how to sneak.

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Struck - Suga/Yoongi (VII)

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate au summary: you’re tired word count: 2816 a/n: hm what to say... just thank you for the support so far! female pronouns. as seen on my ao3

part vi, viii

The morning after, you felt like you could sleep another twenty hours. Your head was still spinning from last night’s events - the song Yoongi wrote about the two of you was etched into your brain and made you grin like an idiot just thinking about it.

After last night, you think you finally found the light at the end of the tunnel you were looking for. You could finally begin to believe that something between you and Yoongi was possible. But no matter what, you knew the doubt hanging at the back of your mind will always be there. Even if you two were together, you knew the doubt would still be there - that Yoongi might one day leave you because even the title of being his soulmate couldn’t convince him to stay.

You thanked your wonderful father for this quality of uncertainty you’ve obtained. You tried to stop thinking about it because it was way too early to have a headache.

Your phone buzzed on the table and at the same time your compass flashed briefly as you were preparing your breakfast.

‘Good morning,’ Yoongi texted you with a sleepy emoji.

You scowled at your phone. You liked him and all, but it was a bit weird for him to acknowledge you in such a friendly manner. The first time he acknowledged you first was when he scolded you for walking too much and then yesterday he was just awkward. These were the baby steps to progress, you guessed. You couldn’t be picky, you DID want him to show you he wanted to try this out.

‘Good morning,’ you texted back. ‘I didn’t wake you, did I?’

He read your message and began typing immediately, as if he was waiting for your response. It was kind of cute.

‘You’re always up before me. I lose a lot of sleep because of you.’

‘You sure it’s not because you stay up thinking about me?’

‘You’re funny.’

You giggled softly like a teenager texting her soulmate for the first time. I mean, you were, but you weren’t a sixteen year old with acne anymore.

‘That’s the second reason,’ he teased.

Your hand covered the growing grin on your face. ‘Now you’re the one being funny.’

‘I’m hilarious.’

You rolled your eyes. ’Go back to bed.’

‘I can’t, I’m too busy thinking about you.’

Yoongi really knew how to make a girl blush. He’s probably had a lot of practice with other poor unfortunate souls. Regardless, his words still made you fuzzy inside and you hated yourself for it.

‘Were you born to flirt so easily?’ you asked.

‘It’s working, isn’t it?’

‘A little bit.’

‘It’s one of the many things I was born good at.’

‘I can’t wait to know what else you’re good at.’

‘I’d rather show you,’ he told you with a seductive undertone.

You could feel the fire creep up on your skin as you read his words. You sighed, knowing that you definitely dug yourself a deep hole this time… You weren’t sure if you could climb yourself out of this one.

Maybe you didn’t want to.

… You needed to talk to your mom before you did anything stupid.

Still flushed, you dialed her number with trembling fingers.

“Hey, Mom…”

“What happened?” Your mother asked frantically. You haven’t even walked into the house and she was already questioning you with a frightened look on her face. “You’ve never called me this early in the morning, let alone come and visit me,” she muttered.

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the kitchen. How typical of your mom to have a whole meal prepared for your visit, not that you were complaining - you missed her home cooking. But she didn’t have to make such an ordeal about this! It made you even more nervous to tell her.

“You might want to sit for this one,” you warned her. She sat across from you with her eyes wide with curiousity. “I found him.”

She took a few moments to process your words, not fully understanding, or could be just in disbelief. “Found whom…?”

“You know. My soulmate.”

Your mother nearly dropped her coffee mug on the table before she smothered you with a hug and her joyful laughter. Since you were a teenager, she would always bother you about where your soulmate is and why you haven’t bothered to look for him yet. She was sure it was going to be Jackson, but then she cried when he found his soulmate at eighteen.

When she hugged you tightly, you weren’t exactly happy that she did. You weren’t happy that she was happy for you. After you found out all of the shit your father put her through, you wanted nothing to do with men or soulmates. When you cried to your mother the day you found out, she still smiled at you, and you were so angry.

You could only imagine how she felt when your father left. Was she heartbroken? Disappointed? Hopeless?

It was a mystery to you all she ever did was smile.

“Why aren’t you happy?” she asked you, pulling away.

“I don’t want to be.”

“What? That’s ridiculous, why wouldn’t you want to be happy -”

“Because!” you interrupted. “You weren’t.”

A stern silence fell between the two of you. Your mother’s eyes looked at you like you had broken her heart, and you could feel the tears coming.

“I was very happy with your father,” she whispered.

“How can you say that? He-he left you! What kind of soulmate does that?” Your mother listened patiently as you ranted out your fears. “You both made me believe for nineteen years that you were meant for each other!”

“And we are!”

“No, you’re not! It’s pointless, it’s all pointless!” You screamed, tears flowing freely. As you screamed these hurt words to your mother, all you could think about was Yoongi. “It’s bullshit!”

“_____-”

“How am I supposed to fall in love with him when he can get up and leave any second!?” you asked, panic and fear only rising in your blood. “I thought that was the whole point of soulmates, you know? To know that he would never leave me because he was meant for me. Or-or what if I take after Dad? What if I’M the one that wants to leave? I’d become some heartless piece of shit -”

“Enough!” she screamed. You immediately silenced yourself and watched her closely. She took a sip of her coffee to calm herself down. “Don’t talk about your father that way - ever.”

“But Mom -”

“Honey, I get it, you’re scared. You don’t know what’s in store for you and him. But why can’t you take that chance?” She asked, with the same beautiful smile. “Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be in love?”

“That’s exactly what I’m scared of! I don’t know, ok, all of this is terrifying!”

“I know it is. That’s how it should be,” she reassured. “If you aren’t scared, then you aren’t human.”

“I don’t get it,” you said. “How can you be so optimistic about all of this after everything?”

“Your father broke my heart. Into a million pieces that I’m slowly putting back together.” You could feel the panic coming back. “But I am happy. Your father is happy. And we still love each other very much because we have you. Things like this… they just happen.”

“You’re telling me something like this just happens?” you asked her in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“And you’re truly happy?”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but yes.”

“And I need to experience this for myself, huh?”

“Yes! That’s what makes love exciting. Everything happens for a reason, my dear,” she smiled, wiping away your tears. “I also really want grandchildren.”

“Mom!” you groaned, covering your face with embarrassment.

“So can you tell me about him? Did you just meet him? What’s his name? What’s he like? Is he cute?”

“Oh, my god, relax! We met like, two months ago. He’s very… how do I say this? Dynamic?”

“I’m not sure if I like that word.”

“Well, I say that because the second time we met was at a club, right? I was dancing with someone for like, two minutes, and he comes up and punches the lights out of him! And he was dancing with multiple girls before he even saw me!”

“So your soulmate’s a bad boy?”

“I guess!? But he also wrote a song about us.”

“So he’s a soft bad boy.”

“Yeah… Oh, Mom, you should have read the song,” you sighed. “He showed it to me last night. It was so beautiful that I cried.”

“How can you come here yelling at me about being afraid to fall in love when you already have?” she teased.

“I’m not in love!” you defended. “But I’m scared because I think I’m starting to really like him… He walked me home last night, we held hands, my heart was so full… It was too much for me to handle and I panicked.”

“You can’t let your fears and insecurities take over, _____. You need to just let it happen. Let your heart take control the next time you’re with him, and I promise you, you won’t regret it.”

“You always know what to say.”

“It’s a Mother’s intuition.”

“But if it backfires, I’ll never forgive you.”

“I will take full blame.”

“Good,” you say, hugging her. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too.”

Yoongi spent another day indoors. All he could think about was the unfinished song he wrote about the two of you. The way you looked at him after you read it made his skin on fire. You looked at him like you believed every word he wrote. It was an adoration for him that he’d never received before.

One that he’s been searching for for years.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. To hold you. To be with you.

This morning you woke up at 7:30, and Yoongi knew by the flash of his wrist. He used to get so annoyed by the light that he’d wear tape or a sweatband to cover it. But now he kind of liked knowing when you woke up, although it never changed. You were one of those people that woke up at the same time every day.

‘Good morning,’ he texted you, walking down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Are you waking up or going to sleep?” Jungkook asked, pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

“Waking up,” he said, not looking up from his phone.

“Is that how you text girls? No wonder you’re so popular,” Jimin said over his shoulder.

“Yah, stop being so nosy.” He didn’t seem embarrassed one bit, though.

When you didn’t respond to the most recent text, he wondered if it was too much. Usually words like that made girls go crazy. But you weren’t just any girl - you were his soulmate. He couldn’t just say things to you that he said to any other girl, even if he meant it. He tried not to think too much into it, so he distracted himself with the song.

Last week, he had a slow start to the song. It took him four days to write only one verse! It was the most frustrating and challenging song he’s ever written. But now, thinking about the words he wanted to write to finish it, it came so easily to him.

He wrote about the night he chased you around town using his compass for hours, the night you told him you were scared, and the night he first kissed you.

You practically wrote the song for him.

It took all afternoon for Yoongi to finish the chorus and the second verse. He couldn’t believe he was almost done.

“Hyung?” Taehyung called, knocking on his door.

“Hm?” Yoongi asked, not looking up from his paper.

“Someone’s here to see you.”

He peaked at his compass to see if it was glowing. When he knew it wasn’t you, he already lost interest.

“Tell them I’m busy.”

“You want to come down and tell them yourself?”

“No.”

“Well, I think you should.”

Yoongi sighed, slamming his pen on the desk. Begrudgingly, he got up and shot Taehyung a forced smile. “If it’ll make you happy, Taehyungie.”

Yoongi missed the awkward expression Taehyung made as he skipped down the stairs. All of the guys in the living room were silently staring at the front door. When Yoongi saw who was at the door, his face fell.

“Yuna?” he whispered.

The familiar face smiled shyly at him. “Hello, Yoongi,” she said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in town visiting my parents and I thought I would stop by to see an old friend. Do you have time for an old friend?”

Yoongi could feel his heart speed up just looking at her. It brought back many memories - memories that took years for him to forget. All of those years went to waste when he saw her smiling at him.

It made his stomach turn.

“Uh… Yeah. I-I’ll get my jacket.”

You felt like you were reborn when you left your mother’s. You felt like you could take on the world. Your doubts about soul-binding were, for the most part, gone. But of course, you were still a bit scared - or maybe hesitant was the right word. You were now welcoming the idea of being with Yoongi forever, but what about him? He told you that he was scared, too, but why was he afraid?

From this point onwards, to really take steps forward with Yoongi in your new mindset, you’d have to get to know him. Like, you’d have to datehim. Like, do things that couples do.

What did you and Jackson do when you guys dated?

“Ugh,” you groaned, embarrassed by your memories. You remember clearly when you both got food poisoning on your first date together. Since then, you both were way too comfortable around each other way too fast. You both spent late nights eating take-out in pajamas and face masks, burped around each other, and wore each others’ clothes. Many people thought you were soulmates because you both were so yourselves in each other’s presence. But that’s what makes you better as best friends, not partners.

Jackson can’t kiss for shit, anyways.

The light of your compass peaked out from inside your coat sleeve. A smile made its way to your face, and you didn’t want to hide it. You followed the needle of your compass eagerly.

You couldn’t wait to see Yoongi. You missed him.

The compass lead you to a familiar park bench - the same one you sat on when you tried to run away from him last month. You saw the same shaggy hair that made you want to run your fingers through it to fix it, but he wasn’t alone.

He was with a girl. Again.

But not the one from last month.

No, she was completely different - one that Yoongi wouldn’t take home after a night out.

She looked like someone he once loved.

You didn’t want to assume anything. The last time either of you did, it didn’t turn out well. But you didn’t want to interrupt, either. So you spied on them a little bit, walking up behind them slowly.

No matter what you tried to do to convince yourself he wasn’t doing anything with her, it didn’t make you feel any better.

“You haven’t changed one bit, Yoongi,” you heard her say. She laid her head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

Missed him… Like she’s known him forever.

Clearly, you didn’t know Yoongi at all.

And you were fucking tired of it.

You saw Yoongi lift up his wrist to see his compass glowing, creating a halo around the perfect couple in front of you. You wanted to run away so you wouldn’t get caught, but you were tired of running. No, you wanted him to see you.

You saw him frantically look around searching for you, forcing the girl on his shoulder to move and look at him confused.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him.

Yoongi finally looked behind him to see you standing frozen in place. It was too cold to feel anything. It was too cold to cry. He looked like he saw a ghost, the color in his face draining as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Yah,” he began. “_____ -”

But you didn’t want to hear it.

So you turned around and went home.

The glow on your wrist disappeared quickly and you scoffed.

He didn’t even try to follow you.

At this point, after all the back and forth bullshit you've gone through with Yoongi, you didn't know how you felt anymore.

You just knew you were tired.

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