#well tonight is the night I ramble to myself in the tags apparently

[suna-reversed]

HQ boys as Taylor Swift songs-folklore

characters- Oikawa (exile), Atsumu (my tears ricochet), Meian (illicit affairs)

tags/warnings- ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, cheating, mentions of alcohol, manipulative behaviour, fluff in Meian’s if you squint

suggestions for pt2 would be appreciated (currently thinking of cardigan with Bokuto and hoax with Tsukishima)

Oikawa

“I can see you standin', honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all”

He had told himself over and over again to not look; in the flight, in the ride to the hotel, even as he passed the entrance gates of the exquisite banquet hall where the reunion was being held. All he had to do was keep his eyes away. 

But you were here, and he had never been good at withstanding the cosmic pull you always held. Even if you were in the arms of another, laughing like you always used to, with him. 

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

“What changed, Tooru?” Your eyes were red and puffy, you had exhausted all your tears while he simply stood in the corner and watched. 

“This isn’t going to work out y/n. We’re both miles away, with different lives, in different time zones, around different people; we can’t have a relationship built on nothi-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose,  “...I’m saving both of us from the pain that would come with splitting a few years down the line.” 

“Do you still love me?”

Oikawa was familiar with the grief that came with loss; the grief of giving something every single bit of your soul, only to come out empty-handed and wounded. 

“Go back home, y/n.”

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defendin' now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

Perhaps he had damned himself to ruination. Given up without a fight. But that didn’t matter now. 

You look ethereal, with stars in your eyes and glee in your smile. It doesn’t matter if he’s not the one behind it. You would have been a shell of who you are right now if you had stayed with him anyways. 

He turns around, heading for exit.

Just one last time. He promises himself. His lips curve upwards into a bittersweet smile as he turns around to get his last look. Instead, he finds himself staring into the expanse of an entire galaxy. A cosmic explosion coming his way as the floor shifts from beneath him. 

No, you definitely don’t sound the same.

How long has it been since he heard that voice?

“Not even gonna say goodbye before you leave Oikawa?”

What happened to your precious “Tooru”?

Atsumu

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The clock reads 01:27 am. You’ve been sitting on the couch for the past 3 hours, the untouched dinner on the table gone cold long ago. You hear the sound of a door slamming shut, hushed footsteps making their way towards the center of the apartment, coming to a halt at the sight of you.

“Why are you still awake?” 

“You promised we’d have dinner together tonight.”

“Listen, it got late at practice, you could’ve just eaten without me.”

“You could’ve at least dropped a text.” You murmur, trying to keep your voice from breaking. This wasn’t the first time he had stood you up.

“It’s not that big of a deal y/n. You realise how important the upcoming match is to me, don’t you?” He sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “Let’s just go to bed okay, I’m tired.” 

“Okay.” You mutter, loosening your grip on the 2 year anniversary gift hidden below the couch cushion. A platinum ring with yours and Atsumu’s initials carved on the inside.  

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

Atsumu’s vision is blurry, shirt drenched in sweat, his head pounding as he’s pushed against the wall. He doesn’t know whether it’s from the screaming match he just had with you, or from the two bottles he chugged at a shady bar right after he walked out. 

All that matters right now is the feeling of the hands of the girl that’s kissing his jaw. The same spot where you had pressed a chaste kiss not too long ago as you told him that you were going to leave- 

No, he’s not going to think about it. All that matters is the touch of skin against skin, filling in the void you caused as he kneads the supple flesh of her thigh with his hand. The same hand that bore a platinum ring, the letters engraved inside of it now fatuous and futile. 

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

No, no, no. 

Why are you here?

Why are you back?

“I had hoped we could talk-” You take a deep breath, feet stuck in place as you lay your eyes upon the marks littering his jaw, his neck, going much farther down-

A sob comes out from deep inside your chest. 

No, no, no. 

He’s looking at you, your crestfallen face, tears falling off of it like british showers. 

He’s acting before he can think, falling to his knees, grabbing onto your waist as you try to walk out. 

“No! Angel, please just let me explain. I thought you were never coming back- I would've never-”

“Never what Atsumu?!” Your voice is louder than you expected it to be. 

“Never what? A single fight is all it takes for you to discard everything we ever had? For you to step over everything I put into a relationship that has barely even existed for so long!” 

He’s never heard you shout before. But it's okay, it’s okay if you shout at him, if you break a few things, hell you can wreck his whole apartment if it means that you’re staying for even just a moment longer. 

But you’re not. You’re pushing him away, movements stern, as you try to make your way to the door. All he can do is cling onto you, crying your name over and over again as he racks his brain for a way to make you stay. 

Why was it always you who knew what to say when it came to fixing things?

Meian 

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head

Keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

You knew there were aspects of his life he had no control over. After all, he was watched by thousands of eyes everyday; the star player, the golden boy; the captain of MSBY. So how does it matter if you had to go a mile extra to hide what you had?

You loved who he was as a person and how he made you feel. Good-morning and goodnight texts, warm cuddles after matches, dancing in the kitchen to songs you don’t know the name of, late night drives to get takeout or go stargazing, laughing till you were on the floor crying. You loved him so much.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A billion little times

“Volleyball player Meian Shugo spotted with a blonde beauty at the MSBY vs Adlers afterparty. Could she be his rumoured girlfriend that we’ve been kept in the dark about all along? Read more for exclusive deta-”

You can’t shed a single tear staring at the cover of the magazine. Not because your heart hasn't just been ripped out of your chest, but because you’re in public, standing in line at the grocery store picking up snacks for you and...Meian. 

Why did you not see this coming? What hurt more was that you knew the girl. Meian had introduced you to her as a friend, and her as his social media manager. So this was clearly a misunderstanding right? It had to be. Despite telling yourself that over and over again, you still couldn’t get the picture of his arm wrapped around her waist and the smile etched onto his face out of your mind as you drove home, tears blurring your vision.

Don't call me kid

Don't call me baby

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

“Baby please listen to me-”

You’re sitting on the edge of the couch. You don’t know how long ago you stopped screaming, how long ago the anger dissipated and the rage turned into silent sobs, leaving behind a gaping hollow feeling in your chest. 

You feel him shift closer to you but you don’t at him, still sniffing, your head buried in your arms. 

“She was at the party because she’s our manager, you know Jessi-”

“Don’t say her name.” you hiss out. 

“I wish I never met you, I wish I never got into this stupid arrangement. I wish-” You’re rambling now, sobs escaping between every few words as you try to comprehend the situation, “I hate this. I hate you.” 

Heavy silence hangs in the room. 

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself

A million little times

You find arms being wrapped around you and your head being pulled into a warm chest. You try to fight at first, but you’re tired; your throat hurts, your eyes burn and everything feels so cold, so you let yourself guiltily fall into his comfort, pathetically sobbing into his neck.

He patiently waits for your sobs to quiet down, one hand rubbing gentle circles onto your back while the other cradles the back of your head.

“She was at the party with the whole team and the publicist used it as a way to create gossip. That’s all there is to it. I had not given my consent for them to go ahead with this, but they refused to make our relationship public. Apparently, they didn’t think that the age gap between us would reflect well on my reputation.” 

Meian’s heart breaks at the sound that leaves you as he says that, your hand gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you start sniffing once more. 

“I don’t care about what they say princess, you know that.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you even closer to himself as if he could absorb the pain from you. 

“I’m so sorry, give me another chance please. I didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you. I promise I’ll make it up to you, please?” 

You look up at him. His eyes are filled with tender love and pure adoration, it makes your heart melt. You nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Of course you would, he's your precious Meian, you’d always forgive him. Why did you ever think he’d do anything to hurt you?

Meian smiles into your hair, ignoring the sound of the notification popping up on the phone kept on the table, 

Jessica: hey, we're still on for tonight right ? ;)

[the-weeping-author]

Crazy for you.

A/N: if detailed fics aren’t your thing than you’re in the wrong place. I love details and I’d rather be detailed and boring than have little details and have likes. I’m gonna stay true to myself as a writer. So please enjoy sorry I rambled. I haven’t been around in a while and I’m sorry.

Warnings: cussing, SMUT 18+, Teasing, oral (giving), unprotected sex, dirty talk. Slight Public play, spanking. Edging. (I think that’s it.)

Wordcount: 4,376

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @linkispink1995 @harringtown @gardeniasandwhiskey @lxvesickreality @bluebellbrooke @thenameishayley248 @pappydaddy @didyouputyournameinthegobi @lenassaviorsblog @wolphielautz

Please enjoy ☺️

Steve and I had a date tonight we were going to Benny’s diner to get a milkshake. Steve and I had our first date there. That was a year and two months ago, and of course we had to be in school. I knew as soon as I got my free period I had to do my homework. Well at least what I could do, and Steve did not make it easy for me and he knew it. He was a little shit head, but I loved him. I couldn’t help it. Call it young love but I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

My sister thinks I’m crazy but she doesn’t know our relationship like I do. Steve had saved my life when the demogorgons invaded Hawkins. But I had Saved Steve’s life apparently. We were drunk and at the lake, we were sitting on the hood of his BMW. just us and nature around us. Steve had drank that night, but so had I. I remember every detail of the night. The way our hands lightly grazed over each other’s, the way he bit his lip when he didn’t think I noticed.

My mind started to replay that night until a hand started to snap in front of my face. I quickly looked at who was currently in my personal space, I smiled warmly as I saw Steve. He returned that same smile, and slid down the wall to sit beside me. When he sat down he nudged me with his shoulder.

“Hey are you okay? I was calling your name for like five minutes?”

I looked at him, I blushed slightly putting my hand on his thigh. My eyes met his, he smiled at me leaning in pressing his lips to mine. I quickly kissed back, I pulled away. Nodding my head at him.

“Uhhh. Yeah I’m fine I just was thinking about the night at your parents cabin.”

A sly smirk came across his face, pulled me closer to him.

“Is that so?”

His hand slid along my thigh, I grabbed his hand stopping it.

“Steve i’m trying to do homework so we can go out tonight so if you want your girlfriend there I suggest you stop.”

He quickly pulled his hand back. I giggled before pecking his lips again. I went back to my history book, I felt Steve's hand go to my lower back. I tensed up when I felt his hand go under my shirt, his hand froze at my simple motion, I saw him smirking cheek to cheek out of my peripheral vision. I cleared my throat, turned my head to look at him. When our eyes met He smiled at me innocently.

“Keep studying Y/N i'm just gonna rub your back. I know it helps you relax.”

I looked at him suspiciously, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I shrugged the thought off, I went back to studying until I felt his fingers pull at the back of my bra. I whipped my head towards him, I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. His hand froze, and his eyes looked up.

“Miss Y/L/N, is mister Harrington bothering you?”

My heart immediately dropped, I turned towards my biology teacher smiling up at him.

“Uh yeah everything is good Mr. Jones I’m just doing some homework. Steve was just helping me finish up.”

I smile at him, I look down at my homework, quickly finishing the last question. I shut my text book while he walked away, I let out a breath as I saw his shoes disappearing. I stood up, I squatted down picking up my books. I kissed Steve on the lips, I smiled at him.

“I’ll see you at six o’clock Steve.”

He smiled, pecked my lips again letting his hands run up my sides. He pulled away, nodded his head.

“Okay Y/N, I’ll see you at six.”

I smiled, walked back to my locker, I put everything in my locker and closed it as the last bell of the day went off. I walked out the double doors, I talked to a few of my friends while I walked home. Steve always insisted on taking me home but I reassured him that I’d be fine, and that it was better for my health. Steve knew I was saving up for a car so it wasn’t like I wouldn’t have a car soon.

When I got to my street I looked both ways before crossing the road, I started towards my house. I didn’t see my parents home so I was guessing they had left early for their trip. I walked into the house, I quickly ran upstairs. Immediately taking my clothes off, I jumped into the shower. After I got out I walked back into my room, and I put on my underwear. I walked to my closet, I looked at the variety of blouses I had hanging. I put my hand on my chin, and I started tapping my foot against the carpet.

I slid a nice fitting white tank top on, I grabbed my black skirt over the bottom of my tank top. I grabbed my Jean jacket sliding it on, I walked over to my vanity grabbing my hair brush. I teased my hair until it had a little poof to it, I plugged in my curling iron letting it heat up. I walked to my dresser drawer, I grabbed a pair of pantyhose, I slid them up my legs. Once I was done I slipped on my shoes, I looked at the clock on my nightstand, and I cussed under my breath. It was five thirty Steve would be here in thirty minutes.

I curled my hair, I sprayed hairspray in my hair. I put some lip gloss on, before I even got halfway down the stairs I heard a knock at my door. I smiled widely, I bolted down the rest of my stairs swinging the front door open widely. I smiled seeing Steve he looked as handsome as ever. His chestnut brown hair was perfect and styled (like always) he wore a pair of light washed blue jeans, and a nice burgundy sweater.

He smelled of soap, laundry detergent, and spice. It was intoxicating, and I loved every second of breathing it in. I grabbed my keys, I walked out the door locking up. Steve pressed his soft lips to mine, I smiled into the kiss putting my hand on his cheek. When we pulled away I was a bit taken back, but not because he kissed me but he had never kissed me like that. It was a nervous but passionate kiss. He had something planned, but there was no use in asking because I knew he wouldn’t tell me.

He smiled at me, grabbed my hand giving me a twirl. My skirts ruffles lifted up a bit, I giggled as he walked me to his maroon Bmw. He stopped before we reached his car, he pulled me into him wrapping his arms around my waist loosely. He pressed his lips to the top of my head before pulling away smiling brightly at me.

“By the way Y/N you look stunning.”

I smiled at him, I stood on my tippy toes pecking his lips before pulling away.

“Thanks Stevie you look great too.”

He smiled, walked to the passenger side of the car, opened the door for me.

“Nice jacket by the way.”

He smiled at me, I blushed lightly as my fingers found a piece of hair. I started playing with it, I hated it more than I did anything else. (My ticks were another thing that hit after the upside down) I looked back up at him, I smiled shyly.

“Thank Steve. I saw it and thought of you so I decided to buy it, I hope t-that’s okay.”

His smile got even wider, I walked over to him sliding into the car. Before he shut the door he leaned down so I could see him, he put his hand on my thigh.

“It’s more than okay Y/N. It’s perfect just like you.”

Just that simple statement awoke the butterflies in my stomach. I shut the car door, I quickly got lost in thought. Every time I was with Steve it was euphoric. I was over the moon and nothing would bring me back to earth. Steve made me feel untouchable, and I made sure to tell him every chance I got. The sound of Steve closing the car door brought me back to him, I turned towards him, I leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around me, I kissed his lips passionately before we left my driveway. When I pulled away he pulled out the driveway, he glanced at me as he took off towards the diner.

“What was that for?”

I looked at him, I snuggled into his side.

“Nothing just for loving me.”

He let out a playful scoff, he winked at me.

“Well luckily for me you make that easy.”

I smiled, I listened to his heartbeat. The radio softly played in the background, I rubbed my finger on Steve’s chest looking up at him. I raised up, I started letting my finger slowly go down his chest to his stomach, and he told me to stop a few times. I didn’t want to after all he deserved it from earlier. Before I could get down to the waistband of his pants his hand grabbed my hand, and glanced at me.

“Aww what’s wrong Stevie can’t handle a little teasing.”

His face kinda went unreadable for a moment, eyes looked over at me, and casually let out a breath.

“You’re not allowed to cum tonight.”

My smirk dropped, and I grabbed his hand.

“B-but Steve I was only teas-.”

As he pulled into the parking lot, parked the car he looked at me, smirked at me.

“Well now it’s my turn.”

I gulped, I nodded my head. He turned the car off, got out of the car. He walked over to my side of the car door, and opened it like he did before. When I stepped out I “accidentally.” rubbed my ass against his crotch, his breath hitched. I kissed his lips, and then ducked under his arm walking to the restaurant’s doors. I looked over my shoulder and smiled innocently.

“Hey babe are you coming? I’m starving.”

He bit his bottom lip, ran a hand through his hair. He shut the car door, he walked into the diner with me. I walked with him to a booth, I slid into it. Steve sat across from me, the waitress walked over. Steve and I had both ordered a bacon burger with a chocolate milkshake. After she walked away Steve cleared his throat, and that’s when the nerves kicked. I could see it in his eyes that revenge was still very present.

“So uh Y/N it’s been a year and two months since we got together, and I it’s probably dumb to get you this but I uhm I hope you like.” I nodded, the waitress came over, put our plates in front of us. I noticed Steve’s plate and mine looked different. Hiswas on his burger and mine on my plate. I grabbed the tomato and put it on my burger, then I grabbed the lettuce putting it on top of my tomato. I picked up the bread, and I placed it on top of my burger. My attention went back to Steve, he looked at me smiling.

“I hope you like it Y/N.”

My eyebrows furrowed confusion so very evident on my face, and I saw his smile drop some.

“Uhm Y/N is everything okay?”

I smiled at him, I nodded my head.

“Uh yeah Steve but you hope I like what?”

I looked down, I watched him pick a small ring up. He smiled, slid it on my left ring finger.

“Y/N I know I’m not the best at -.”

“Steve shut up… t-this is perfect. I love you Steve.”

He smiled, reached across the table to hold my hand while his finger played with my new ring.

“It looks great on you baby.”

I smiled while leaning across the table, and Steve met me in the middle. Our lips pressed together, I sat there for a moment no matter how loud my lower back was screaming at me to get out of the position. When I remembered Steve was sitting like this I had leaned back into my side of the booth, next thing I knew Steve was slipping into my side of the booth.

His hand lingering on my thigh, just as soon as I looked at him the waitress came back to check in on us. Steve looked at me, and I shook my head at him. The waitress nodded, and she walked away back to whatever she was doing. As we say there I felt Steve’s hand start to slide up my thigh. When he reached my panties I froze immediately, and almost choked on the frie I had just swallowed. I took a sip of my chocolate shake while Steve looked at me as if nothing was going on.

He leaned into me whispering into my ear. His warm breath made goosebumps break out across my skin.

“Don’t make a nose princess, I mean unless you want everyone in the restaurant to know what we are doing.”

I looked around the restaurant, not too many people were there but it was empty either. I nodded my head, bit my lip and he started rubbing circles against my underwear. I gripped his arm giving it a firm squeeze, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse the waitress came walking back over. She put the check down on the table, and I looked up at her flashing her a smile.

After Steve had put the money on the table we left the restaurant, and I barely had time to pull my sort down. Steve basically pulled me out the restaurant, we got into the car making our way back to his place. His parents were out of town, it wasn’t unusual for me to spend the night at Steve’s. All I had to do was tell my parents I was at Nancy’s, I was most definitely grateful for her.

As soon as Steve put his car in park we got out the car heading to his front door. After we got inside we decided to watch a movie. Steve had popped popcorn, and grabbed two drinks from the refrigerator. I took a few sips continuing to watch the movie. Steve grabbed my hand, I turned my attention towards him. He leaned into me kissing my lips, and the kiss was soft and sweet. After a second or so it changed.

What once was soft and sweet turned into hunger, passion. I straddled Steve’s lap, I wrapped my arms lazily around his neck while his hands roamed my body. My first item of clothing to go was my jacket. Followed by Steve’s sweater, Then my tank top his lips pressed down my chin to my neck. Once he got there his fingers dug into my sides, I moved my head to the side giving him better access to my neck. His lips latched themselves onto my sweet spot, I let out a small soft whimper grabbing on his shoulders to get better balance.

My hands ran down his chest to his pants, once my hands got there I started to unbutton his pants. He pulled away from my neck, smirked at me.

“In a hurry tonight are we princess?”

I bit my bottom lip feeling heat flush across my cheeks and up to my ears. I wrapped my arms around his neck, put my forehead against his.

“Sorry Stevie, I just want you so bad.”

I kissed his lips again, I made my way to his neck. When I got there I kissed all over it, not leaving a spot untouched. I sucked all over his neck, I felt his grip tighten against my waist. I knew there was going to be a bruise by morning, but I didn’t care. I just wanted every part of Steve, I need him now. The teasing was overbearing, but Steve and I made sure sex wasn’t a main priority in our relationship which made the sex Euphoric.

Steve’s hands tugged at my skirt, I got off of him quickly not breaking eye contact once. I started at the waistband of my skirt, and I didn’t stop until my skirt was at my ankles. When I stood back up Steve let out a groan, he motioned me to come back to him so I did. I got back in the position I was in again, Steve wasted no time to connect his lips with mine again. His fingers ran across the back of my thighs, he gave my ass a firm smack. I let out a Yelp against his mouth, he took my bra off discarding it on the floor.

Steve’s hands roughly ran up my body, once he got to my cheeks he let his hands glide down my body. Not leaving a single inch of my body untouched, he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth pulling away letting it go back in its place. Steve’s hand immediately found my panties, his fingers dipped under the fabric so he could start rubbing my clit.

My gasped fell into the empty house, I tilted my head back closing my eyes. I gripped Steve’s shoulders, I rolled my hips against his fingers letting out a bubbly moan fall out my mouth.

“Are you close baby girl?”

I bit my lip, I looked down at him nodding my head. As much as I didn’t want to admit it I was honestly close. I was so close to the high I was looking for, but when I was so colse Steve pulled his fingers away making a whimper leave my lips.

“Steve what the fuck?”

His hand quickly struck my ass sending a loud pop into the house. The small noise seemed so loud it echoed in my ears, and now my ass stung. I looked at Steve, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What was that for?”

“Everything Y/N. The stunt you pulled in the car then in the parking lot. You’ve been a very bad girl today, and I think bad girls deserve to be punished.”

I licked my lips, and I put my hands on his chest. My fingers instantly found themselves playing on his chest. I looked down at him, he groaned.

“Y/N don’t look at me like that. You’ve misbehaved and now you need to be punished.”

I dropped my head, I looked back up at him smirking.

“Then Ruin me Steve.”

Those four words made something in Steve snap. One moment I was on his lap, and the next I’m over his shoulder getting carried to his room. Of course I giggled the whole way. Steve was a man on a mission, he looked determined. As he carried me up the stairs I started to nibble and kiss on his chest, when we got to his room he threw me on the bed. He tugged his pants down,and stepped out of them making me Moan at the sight.

His eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips were pink and swollen. He had his eyes glued to me, I wanted to hide. Steve was intimidating sometimes, and this was one of them.

“Get off the bed, and get on your knees.”

I nodded my head, I quickly did as I was told. I watched his bulge twitch at the simple action, I reached for his dick and I started stroking it through his boxers. He let it go on for a few minutes before he grabbed my hand, and stopped me.

“Baby aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

I nodded my head, I pulled his boxers down letting his hard dick spring free. I lucked up the bottom of his shaft, his hands quickly made a temporary ponytail of my hair. I took his dick into my mouth, he let me set the pace before he took control. After a few soft bobs from me his grip tightened on my ponytail, he gave it a tug while he started thrusting in my mouth. My eyes shut some, and I gagged feeling his dick hit the back of my mouth.

He shook his head, and put his hand on my cheek. He Looked down at me, and titled his head back letting out a moan.

“Fuck princess you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. God I’m going to make you a mess tonight.”

I let out a moan around his shaft, I focused on breathing through my nose so I could take him fully into my mouth. Once I was confident I wasn’t going to gag I started deepthroating him. Grunts and praises came from him, and it encouraged me to go the extra mile. I let one hand slowly trail up his thigh, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his swollen dick. He let out a gasp, he pulled my head off his dick. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me to him.

As soon as I was sturdy Steve kissed me hard, he moaned into my mouth. He walked forward until his bed made my knees buckle, Steve hovered above me while our lips tangled together. Steve lined himself up with me, and he looked up at me. All I had to do was nod once, Steve was filling me up. I clenched around him, he threw his head back moaning.

“I- O-Oh fuck princess you feel so good around me, you always feel so good. L-like you were made for me.”

All I could respond with was a moan. Steve had more self control than I did. He could find words while I couldn’t find any at the moment. Steve always had this effect on me, and it was shocking. I always had some snarky comment to say but not now, Steve made me want to give him the best me and he wanted the same. That’s what made me fall in love with him.

“S-Stevie… p-please.. d-don’t stop.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, he leaned down to me kissing my lips hungrily. Before he pulled away he bit my bottom lip again.

“Don’t worry princess I don’t intend to.”

His hip’s slammed into me, and at that moment I was glad Steve’s parents weren’t home. Because the noises that were leaving their son’s room were something. My moans were one thing, Steve’s groans were another, but the sure thing that would have gotten us caught was our skin hitting against each other’s. The sound of that mixed with the headboard hitting the wall would have gotten us caught by anyone and I mean anyone.

I felt Steve hit my g-spot over and over, I didn’t know how much more I could honestly take. Steve and I could go for hours, but I didn’t wanna spend hours chasing something I could get now. Call me needy or impatient, but don’t get me wrong I loved foreplay but right now just wasn’t the time. I needed Steve to ravish me, so far he was doing a good job.

Before I knew it I was face down on his bed, and his hand grabbed my hair again making me let out a hiss. He slammed back into me, I closed my eyes letting my mouth fall open in a euphoric bliss. His hard dick ramming and rubbing my g-spot like it was a genie in a bottle eagerly waiting to pop out the bottle.

I clenched around him, I let out a scream into the sheets gripping them harshly. I gave them a firm tug, and before I could relax for a second Steve pulled me into him. He latched his mouth back onto my neck, and he started sucking harshly on it. His hand slipped around to my clit, he started rubbing quickly, I let out a squeal.

“B-Ba-Baby god please keep going. I’m so c-close please you’re making me feel so good please.”

He let out another “I know.” Chuckle, he thrusted harder into me. I let my eyes close, I felt the knot in my stomach quickly building to the point where it burst. Steve leaned next to my ear, and he started grunting in my ear while kissing it softly.

“G-Go ahead cum for me princess.”

That’s all I need to hear. I let out moans, gasps. Nothing could ever make me feel this good. Not the way Steve did. As I started riding out my orgasm Steve sloppily thrusted into me. Letting out his own grunts and groans into the room, but as soon as he came he let out a growl. After he rode out his orgasm he pulled out of me, and he went and got a rag cleaning myself and him off of each other. He laid next to me gasping for air then he pulled me Into him, kissing my lips softly.

Before anything else happened I looked up at him, I smiled cheekily before kissing his lips softly.

“Thank you for letting me cum Stevie.”

“You're welcome Y/N, I love you so much I’m so glad I pleased you.”

I let out a giggle, I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Stevie I love you too, and you don’t ever have to worry you’ll always please me baby.”

He smiled at me, he rubbed his nose against mine, a smile thing we did when others were around, especially the kids.

“Oh and Steve I know you were made for me too.”

He smiled, kissed my lips.

“Good now how about we take a nap and round two later on I was thinking out by the pool?”

I laughed at him, nodded.

“Why would I say no baby? I'm obviously crazy for you.”

He smiled and I laid my head on his chest drifting away to sleep but not before I heard his soft sweet voice.

“I’m crazy for you too.”

A/N: that’s a wrap for this fic, and I hoped y’all liked it. If you’d like to be on my tag list just message me. Oh if you want to request just let me know. More smuts are coming for sure and so are other things so keep a look out!

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Look Pretty

Requested by anonymous: “Would you please write something with Hermione x reader where they are at slug horns party and the reader is trying to help Hermione escape Cormac and the two are dancing around their feelings for each other or something?”

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Words: 4k

A/N - I’m not sure how i feel about this one tbh but I hope you enjoy it

You had never been one for parties; large social gatherings where people just stood around and talked? What exactly was fun about that. You'd much rather spend your evening in the common room but alas you find yourself stood before a full-length mirror inspecting your outfit for any imperfections. It was considered a privilege to be invited to Slughorn's Christmas party; it was only for esteemed guests and high achieving students. Each student was also supposed to bring a date; this could be anyone the student saw fit. High achiever or not. After some convincing from Hermione, you had agreed to attend the party but now your nerves had you feeling like you could throw up. Outfit number five was beginning to look worse by the second and you wanted nothing more than to just snuggle up in your bed. Y/E/C eyes stare back at you and a defeated sigh slips past your lips. How you wished Ginny or Hermione were here to fight your doubts with their uplifting compliments. Maybe you should change? The first outfit you tried on had been nice.

"How much longer are you going to be?" An impatient Harry Potter calls out to you; it was surprising that his voice carried so well from the common room. Then again, it was rather quiet this evening. With one final glance over your chosen items of clothing, you reluctantly commit to outfit number 5. With a quick spray of something flowery as a finishing touch, you descend the stairs to join your fellow wizard.

"Calm down, Harry. I didn't know you were in such a rush."

"I'm not," He turns around just as you reach the bottom step, his smile beginning to fade. "I just never expected you to take so long- you look nice."

"Really?" You look over yourself with a grimace. It didn't feel nice. "I'm not too sure I like it anymore. Maybe I should have worn something else."

"I honestly think you look lovely," He assures you with the kindest of smiles. Such a genuine boy, you have no reason to doubt him.

"Then thank you," It was hard not to feel a little embarrassed. "You look... rather dashing yourself, Mr. Potter," His dress robes were nothing to write home about but they suited him well; sleek black paired with a reddish shirt and a black bow tie.

"Shall we head out?" Harry holds out his arm in offering to which you gladly accept. Looping your arm through his before leaving the Gryffindor common room together.

It was a pleasant evening as the two of you wandered through the corridors. The quiet corridors a stark contrast to the normal hustle and bustle of Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. You rather liked how peaceful it seemed. The looks of strangers, on the other hand, you didn't appreciate. Don't these students have better things to do?

"So who did you end up inviting to the party?" Harry asks, relieving you of your increasing self-consciousness that came with the silence.

"No one," Your first choice hadn't been available so why bother with another. It just seemed like an unnecessary task. "Everyone had dates already- Who did you ask?"

You knew whoever it was they were just a substitute for who he really wanted to go with. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have agreed to let you tag along. "Luna,"

"Loony Lovegood?" It was a nickname that often drifted around the castle for the unique Ravenclaw. And not always with the nicest intentions but she welcomed it like it wasn't supposed to be an insult which you found rather intriguing. "interesting choice."

"I wasn't sure who to ask, honestly." He defends his choice. Harry Potter was the chosen one, he could have invited just about any girl to this party and they probably would have said yes. Not to mention that you had overheard that Romilda Vane was hoping he would ask her. She's basically obsessed with him. "And she's my friend so why not?"

"Oh it wasn't an insult- I actually adore how weird she is," Perhaps Harry had been wise to bring his eccentric friend; she'd surely liven up any dull party with her unique tales. "She's like the perfect dinner guest."

You look to him from the corner of your eye wondering what exactly he is thinking. You probably would have asked him if he hadn't already arranged to go with Luna. "You should have just asked Hermione," Harry says after a moment bringing a sour taste to your mouth. Your relationship with Hermione could be easily summed up in one word; Complicated. She was one of your best friends and you wouldn't change that for the world but you also couldn't deny that you had begun harbouring feelings for her as well. "She would have said yes."

With a heavy sigh, you let your arm drop from around his. From the moment you heard about the Christmas party, you had been under the assumption that you'd go with Hermione But when the time came to actually ask her, Harry informed you that she had a date already. Which was fine. She was allowed to go with whomever she likes. "How do you know?"

You hadn't expected to sound so bitter but it couldn't be helped. His shoulder bumps against yours and you weren't sure if it was intentional or not. "Call it a feeling."

"You know what potter? I don't remember asking for your opinion," you huff defensively, storming off just a few steps ahead. "You can't talk anyway- why isn't Ginny your date tonight?"

"Why would Ginny be my date?" You have to stop yourself from laughing. He couldn't be serious. Anyone with half a brain could figure out that he had a thing for the Weasley girl and honestly who could blame him; Ginny was a talented young witch, very smart and beautiful.

"It doesn't take a genius to work out you have a thing for her." You continue with a roll of your eyes. "I know it. Hermione and Ron know it. Everyone knows it- even slug club thanks to you making a fool of yourself during that dinner party."

"I didn't make a fool of myself."

"You did though," You chuckle, thinking back to the night in question. It was a slug club dinner party and Ginny had shown up late. She may as well not have come at all considering you were eating dessert by the time she arrived. Hermione suggested it was because of Dean and you wouldn't be surprised if that was true. "You basically leapt out of the chair, Harry. It was really awkward to watch."

"I was just being polite," You highly doubted that. "And she is with Dean anyway so I suspect they'll be attending together."

"I guess... Dean's cute but Hermione says they're always fighting," Extra emphasis on the always. It wasn't really any of your business but as a close personal friend to the youngest Weasley, it was hard not to get involved. "You two, however," you glance towards the chosen one in all his glory. You come to a stop before him, adjusting his crooked tie so it sat perfectly straight. "Would make quite the pair."

All talks of crushes were lost among the wind as you rounded the corner almost crashing into the young Ravenclaw that stood waiting patiently. Catching yourself before the collision, you take a few steps back. "Hey Luna," Her outfit could not scream Luna Lovegood more if it tried; it was silver and reflective. "Don't you look... shiny."

"Thank you," Had you meant that as a compliment? You weren't too sure but she took it as one. Falling behind, you listen to Luna’s ramblings during the short walk left to Slughorn's office. The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson and gold hangings which resembled a tent. There were way too many people here for your liking which made it awfully hot and stuffy. You almost instantly found yourself alone within the crowd feeling terribly awkward.

When with friends like Harry, Ron and Hermione, you could talk forever given half the chance. But being put into a situation surrounded by complete strangers and you'd freeze up; it was hard talking to people you either didn't know at all or only saw in passing. Hiding away in the corner of the room, you search the room for someone you knew. You spotted Neville walking around offering drinks to the guest from his silver Tray. Ginny was halfway through a conversation with Dean; thankfully she seemed to be smiling. Meanwhile, Snape was looking very bored as Slughorn drones on about one thing or another. You never expected to see Snape here but apparently he had been a past member of the Slug Club. No surprise there considering he went on to teach potions. After what felt like a lifetime of standing awkwardly on the sidelines, you finally spotted Mr. Potter just outside the makeshift walls. "I told you not to leave me alone with these people," You whisper-yell as you push the fabric aside. Harry seems surprised by your sudden interruption but all attention has turned to his companion. It was none other than Hermione Granger in a little pink dress; she looked beautiful even as she shoved something into her mouth. "What are you two doing?"

"Hermione is hiding from Cormac," Harry answers, signalling towards the other girl with a flick of his wrist.

"McLaggen? That's who you came with?" Cormac McLaggen, in your less than favourable opinion, was as sleazy as they come. He had shown interest in Hermione but she had never shown any in return. So why had she chosen him over you?

"I didn't have a lot of other options," you share a look with Harry who looked almost sympathetic towards the situation. He was the only one who knew that you had planned to ask her and was also the one to crush your dreams. "Oh god, he's coming over here," She quickly reaches for your hand which brings heat rushing to your cheeks. "Come with me,"

Following her lead, you crouch down and allow her to drag you back into the crowd leaving Harry to deal with McLaggen. "Why are you here with him if you don't even like him?"

"Because he actually asked me." Her words felt like they were directed at you but maybe you were just trying to make something out of nothing. You wanted to tell her that you had planned to ask her from the start but you don't. Now safely on the other side of the room, her hands slip away from yours. "But he's so bothersome. I don't think I can put up with it much longer."

It was her fault but again you keep that to yourself. "Why did you drag me along? I'm not trying to avoid him."

"As a distraction so look pretty." Look pretty? Before you can ask what exactly she meant by that, her hands are against your arms, spinning you around quickly to face a rather irritated McLaggen. This didn't feel right but it was too late to pretend you hadn't seen him now.

"What am I supposed to say?" Your whispers for advice are ignored or more accurately unheard. This conversation was destined to be very awkward.

"Where'd she run off to now?" He comes to a stop before you, running his hand through his dusty blonde hair.

"Who?" He had obviously meant Hermione. But it seemed you were running on autopilot as the word drifted off your lips before you even had a chance to think. He probably thought you were rather idiotic now but then again did you care what this slimeball thought about you?

"Your friend?"

You swallow a lump in your throat. Guess the plan now was to continue playing dumb in hopes of him giving up. With your bottom lip wedged between your teeth, you pause in thought for just a moment. "You mean Harry?"

"I'm obviously talking about Granger? She was just with you?"

"Was she?" Surveying the room, you pretend to search for the girl in question. Luckily enough she was nowhere to be found so your act must look rather convincing.

"So where did she go?"

"Who?" Fighting back a smile, your attention returns to McLaggen; his growing annoyance was evident in the creases forming across his forehead. If it had been anyone else, you'd probably feel bad for them. Although, you will admit that it was rather harsh on Hermione's part to be leading him on like this instead of making her intentions clear.

"Hermione Granger?"

Your shoulders rise in a quick shrug. "I don't know what to tell ya mate."

"Nevermind- I'll find her myself." With a sharp spin, he morphs back into the crowd finally leaving you in peace. You let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding as the pressure to cover had been elevated.

"So where is Hermione," This time the source was none other than Harry Potter; who was now standing by your side watching the party unfold. Neville seemed to have bumped into someone who was now causing quite the stir.

"No clue, she ran off somewhere," Stopping a waiter as they pass by, you take a small glass off his silver tray. The contents were golden yellow and you weren't quite sure what it was exactly.

"I don't understand why she agreed to come with him anyway." Sure, he had asked her but that didn't mean she was required to say yes. That had been her own choice which no longer made sense considering she was actively running away from him.

"Who knows," Harry muses aloud. "maybe it's because Cormac doesn't try to hide his interest in her."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You look to him with a scowl. You had never tried to hide your feelings for Hermione but the same could be said about trying to show them. It wasn't exactly something you went around announcing to everyone.

"Nothing," He offers you a flash of a smile as he slinks away to save himself from the upcoming argument. "If you'll excuse me."

Harry scurries away leaving you alone at the party once more. It seemed only fitting for you to take your leave now and head back to the dorms; you hadn't wanted to come in the first place. Plus you didn't feel like having to deal with Hermione and Cormac anymore. The commotion drew your attention for a moment but with a heavy sigh, you head for the exit. Why on earth would Draco Malfoy of all people gate crash such a lame party?

"Thank you," Remnants of your drink now spilt down your chin as you coughed in surprise. Hermione Granger has suddenly appeared once again bringing with her an aura of sweetness.

"Don't- do that," you swat her arm playfully, wiping away your flavoured drool. "You- almost- killed me."

"You're being a little dramatic," a gentle smile paired well with a roll of her eyes. "What did you tell him?"

"Cormac? I decided to play dumb and act like I had no clue."

"Must have been rather easy for you then," You raise a brow; was that a joke?  

"You do realise that agreeing to be his date, has probably given him the wrong idea?" You muse, placing the now empty glass down. It was feeling sticky between your fingertips, "And as his date, you shouldn't be running away from him. It's awfully rude, miss Granger."

"I had to bring someone," Hermione looked away from you, a heavy sigh drifting into the crowd. It seemed whatever had happened regarding Draco had sorted itself out. "And he just so happened to ask me."

"You can't avoid him forever," You wonder where the man in question has wandered off to. He couldn't have gone far. Catching Luna Lovegood's gaze for the first time since arriving, she gave you a little wave.

"That's part of the problem."

"Maybe you shouldn't have come with him in the first place, Hermione." You insist sharply, glancing back at her. "You always had other options."

Had you not spoken about the party beforehand than perhaps you wouldn't be filled with such bitterness.

"I would have said yes," Hermonie gently takes your hand in hers. Her thumb dancing delicately over the back of your hand; your entire body seemingly relaxes. "If you asked me, I mean."

Her words felt invasive; as if she had somehow managed to read your mind. Recoiling from her touch, you step away. Crashing into a rather tall lady with deep dark brown hair. She shoots you a less than favourable look before moving on. "Who said I even wanted to ask you?"

"Harry," Seems Mr. Potter had decided to try and play Cupid where he wasn't wanted. You make a mental note to talk to him about it later.

"You could have asked me," you throwback sourly. "Instead you chose McLaggen- someone you don't even like," A harsher tone but you remain quiet in order to avoid drawing unwanted attention. Heading for the exit, Hermione trails after you like a little lost puppy. Why couldn't she just leave you alone? "Maybe next time you should stop playing games."

"Who did you come with?" Hermione asks softly. It's almost drowned out among the noise. 

"No one." Your head drops. "I thought about asking Ron but he was busy with Lavender." The sound of the party grew distant as you stepped into the empty hallway. "Stop following me 'mione, go back to the party."

"I'd rather stick with you," Hermione brushes up beside you, falling in line. It was cooler out here and you were grateful for it.

"What about McLaggen?"

"All the more reason to leave," An uncomfortable silence falls over the two of you as you head back to the dorms. You never realised how eerie this place was when it wasn't full of students.

"Did you know Lovegood sleepwalks?" A harmless question to fill the void. "So she sleeps with shoes on although I think slippers would be the smarter choice."

"What?"

"She's an odd one," you smile softly at her. "But interesting,"

Speak of the devil, Miss Lovegood rushes past the two of you. Her dress twinkling in the moonlight.

"Heading back too, Luna?" You call out bringing her to a stop. The blonde turns back to the two of you.

"I am," She nods offering up a tiny smile as she waits for you to catch up. If it wasn't already awkward before it definitely was now. Nobody was speaking to each other so it was just like some weird silent adventure back to the dorms.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Luna?"

"It was alright," The blonde responds quietly. "I did manage to lose Harry a lot."

"Typical Potter," you shake your head in disapproval. "I was thinking..." You bump your shoulder against Luna's. "we should have tea together sometime?"

"Tea?" She muses out loud, "That sounds lovely."

"Great. I will send you an owl," Then Luna just up and turns down the corridor to your right. That wasn't the way to the Ravenclaw common room but maybe she wasn't heading back? With a little wave, you watch her skip away.

"You can be quite forward it seems,"

"What?" Your brows furrow.

"I just don't understand why you didn't ask me? We could have gone as friends?"

"I don't see why you're so mad at me when you're the one who had a date," you fight back.

"You're so oblivious,"

"Enlighten me then,"

The girl comes to an abrupt stop making you slow down. Turning to face Hermione, she seems unable to meet your gaze. "I wanted to ask you but I heard that Zabini was going to,"

"Zabini?" Never, in a million years, would you have thought that Blaise Zabini was interested in you. It was not a bad thing; Blaise was very cool and mysterious but also like too cool for you. Way too cool. "I wonder why he didn't."

"You would have said yes?"

"Better than going alone." You shrug a little.

"There you go then," Hermione huffs, storming past. Was she angry at you for considering another date when she herself attended the party with someone else? "Next time you need a date, go with him."

"Passive-aggressive much,"

"Forget I said anything,"

It was a silent walk back to the common room other than the moment Hermione had to say the password for you to get inside. The problem now was that you happened to share a dorm room with Hermione so there was no way to escape her judgemental eyes. After getting changed, you decided it's best to just retire for the night.

"I would have liked to have attended with you this evening had you actually asked me," Hermione expresses quietly. "When you didn't, I made other arrangements."

"I don't understand why I have to be the one to ask?" You respond. "You're perfectly capable of doing it. And besides, you didn't have to go with McLaggen, Hermione. That was a choice so you clearly didn't want to go with me that badly."

"You can't be serious," She groans loudly. "Why should I have to go dateless because you can't be bothered to ask me unless you don't have any better options."

"That's not even accurate," you growl back. "You're just making stuff up now."

"Will you two shut up," Ginny Weasley interrupts, leaning against the doorway. 

Heels held in her hands suggesting she had also just returned. "Everyone can hear you arguing."

"It's-" Ginny glares at you; shutting you up. Falling against your bed, Hermione sits upon her own as the youngest Weasley enters the room. "It's not fair that you insist on playing games and then get mad at me."

"It's not fair that you're mad at me because I found another date when you didn't ask me,"

Ginny sighed loudly. "Hermione. She didn't ask you because by the time she worked up the courage you already had a date. She was always going to ask you, she just thought you'd wait for her." Then her eyes fall to you, she looks very unimpressed. "Hermione on the other hand, heard you'd be attending with Zabini and so she was planning to make you jealous by going with McLaggen okay? you both like each other so either sort this out and go to bed or go argue somewhere else."

Ginny leaves you alone with Hermione and neither of you seems to know what to say. You were just a little surprised she would go out of her way to make you jealous, it seemed a little childish which wasn't her style. "Who knew Ginny could be so scary?"

The two of you share a smile which transforms into gentle and very quiet laughter. "You were scared to ask me?"

"I wouldn't say scared just... I didn't know if I had to ask officially. I kinda just expected us to go together but then Harry said you had a date." You shrug, fiddling with your hands. "You tried to make me jealous?"

"Don't," Hermione buried her face in her hands. How sweet she was. "I'm embarrassed enough."

"I still think you should have asked me," you lay down against your bed, snuggling against the sheets. "But I'll make you a deal. Next time I need a date, we shall go together okay? No matter what it is, you will always be my first choice."

"Alright, deal," you try to look at her but it's hard from your position. Listening as she climbed into her bed and switches off the light.

"You looked really pretty tonight."

"Thank you," she mumbles. "As did you."

[bnhayyy]

The Call (6)

Chapter Title: Heartache

Wordcount: 2.8k

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Chapter Summary: Mikasa tells Annie about her past.

Notes: Alright! So this chapter is a little on the short side. The next two chapters will be as well, having originally been one super long chapter that I cut into three for the sake of themes and pacing. But on the bright side, yesterday I posted a Yumihisu one-shot that takes place between the second and third scene of chapter three, so be sure to check that out if you haven't seen it already. Once again, thank you to Celadon for betaing this chapter! And if you’re enjoying this fic, please consider joining my writing discord or buying me a ko-fi! You know, ko-fi. The thing that exists so monetized tumblr doesn't have to.

The week following the visit to the club passed by in a blur. Annie watched as Mikasa doubled down on trying to hunt Ymir, only for none of her efforts to bear fruit. For good reason. The whole time Mikasa hunted, Annie carefully walked the line of looking helpful while contributing nothing. 

Her faked efforts and need to preserve the scapegoat for as long as possible canceled out Mikasa's genuine zeal.

Or maybe Ymir was just better at this than they were. The results were the same either way. It looked like they weren't going to see Ymir again until she was ready to be seen.

Krista had proven herself to be both a help and a hindrance.

Annie hadn't seen the girl since that night at the club. Art was the only class she shared with her, but a little snooping had revealed that she hadn't been to any of her other classes either. Apparently, she had been calling in sick. Although they had been able to find the apartment building she lived in, they hadn't been able to get her exact address, and Mikasa wasn't quite ready to break into every single apartment in her quest to find Ymir.

Or confirm that Krista was still alive.

Annie noticed that Mikasa's anxiety had subtly grown with every day that they didn't see Krista… just not enough to make her break the law. For her part, Annie didn't press the matter. Seeming too willing to break into someone's apartment could set off all kinds of alarms. Besides, it was good that Krista was making herself scarce. If she had decided to stick around and give Mikasa ideas about Ymir's innocence, Annie really might have had to act.

That didn't mean that she was in the clear. Even if she was staying away for the time being, the fact remained that Krista Lenz was an unknown factor in a carefully calculated equation. Ymir too, for all that her little group had been using her presence to their favor so far. They had the potential to throw everything off balance if they decided to get involved. For that reason, they had decided to crack down on as much as they could.

Getting phone taps set up was a risky, tedious, and nerve-wracking process. However, by the end of the week, the phone in Smith's office, Smith's landline, Smith's cellphone, Mikasa's phone, and even Jean, Connie, Sasha, and Armin's phones were all bugged. Annie still had to find an opportunity to get Smith's friend's phones, but she planned on taking care of it soon.

Annie didn't know what to make of those two. An overly energetic watcher and a grouchy little demon hunter, the meeting Smith called to introduce them to everyone had been dominated by the former rambling while the latter glared at anyone who dared to look at him for more than three seconds. She didn't understand how Smith would mesh with personalities like theirs. Yet watching them for a little while had made it clear that the three of them were close. Genuinely close, not like the act that she, Reiner, and Bertolt put on.

Or the lie that she was building with Mikasa.

***

Annie: Patrolling tonight?

Mikasa: Of course

Mikasa: I'll be at your place at 7

***

It was 7:15 when Mikasa arrived. Annie may not claim to know her well, but she had gotten to know the last slayer well enough over the past few weeks to know that being late was unusual for her. She raised an eyebrow when she opened the door for her, allowing it to ask her unspoken question.

"Armin was over," Mikasa said as she stepped inside.

"I see," Annie said, closing the door. "You seem... close."

No. That wasn't right. One of the first things she had learned about Mikasa was that she wasn't truly close to anyone, Armin included. Annie leaned against the door as she reconsidered her phrasing. "You seem like you could be close," she settled on.

Mikasa stiffened. She turned to face Annie, but instead of making eye contact with her, she looked down at the bag that held her slaying supplies. "Yeah," she said, voice soft, but too vague to make out any specific emotion. She clutched her bag to her chest, probably unthinkingly. If she knew that she was holding onto it like a comfort and a shield, god knew that she probably wouldn't let herself. "If things were different, we probably could be."

Annie frowned. So that was the problem, the mindset that she and Reiner had been working so hard to cure her of. (Just in time to snatch her life away from her.) "You keep him at a distance because you're the slayer," she surmised.

"No," Mikasa said, causing Annie to blink in surprise. "It's because of..."

Mikasa hesitated. At least, that was what Annie thought was happening at first. As the seconds dragged on, she saw that whatever she was thinking about seemed to be actively causing her pain.

Annie frowned and stepped away from the door. She wanted to know about Mikasa, but not if it forced the other girl to dredge up painful thoughts. Annie was already going to be enough of a shadow on her existence. If it eased her suffering a little, she was okay with the other slayer dying a mystery. "Hey," she said, "you don't have to-"

"No," Mikasa cut her off. "You deserve to know this." A shadow of resolve fell over her expression as she spoke. She clearly wasn't happy about whatever she was going to say, but that wasn't going to stop her from saying it.

Annie felt something warm flicker in her chest. Maybe it was respect. Maybe it was admiration. Whatever it was, it was helpless to change the course of events. She still acknowledged it, because there was something to be said for someone who was willing to face things that they knew would hurt them. 

This feeling was probably the closest that Annie would ever come to self-sacrifice, the selfish, cowardly person that she was. But she could still allow herself to look at that light.

For as long as it was allowed to burn.

"Do you want to talk in my room?" Annie asked. If Mikasa really was about to spill her guts, then a degree of privacy was the least she could offer her. It was the only thing she could offer her.

Mikasa swallowed heavily and nodded. "Yes please."

Annie nodded and turned to lead her down the hall. The room at the very end was hers. It was small - all of their rooms were. Their organization had paid for them to rent a small house so that they didn't have to take the additional risk that would have been killing someone and occupying theirs, but they hadn't been willing to spring for anything extravagant. At least it wasn't hard to make people believe that a trio of college students could afford to rent it.

If Mikasa had any thoughts on how sparsely decorated the room was, she didn't voice them. Annie lead her over to the bed, where she sat down on one end while Annie took the other. There they sat, Annie trying not to stare too intensely at the other slayer as she waited for her to start. For her part, Mikasa was clearly trying to gather herself. She stared distantly up at the ceiling as she ran through whatever thoughts might be racing through her mind.

Finally, Mikasa shifted her gaze to Annie. "I met Armin through his best friend," she said. "A boy named Eren Yaeger."

Annie frowned. Barely anything had been said, yet she already got the sense that it was more complicated than that. The look on Mikasa's face made it impossible for her not to. 

"There was a home invasion when I was fourteen," Mikasa continued. Her voice was gaining a distant quality, like she was trying not to get caught up in the memory. Based on what she was saying, Annie was all but certain that really was the case. "My parents were killed and I was abducted. Eren ran into us when they were forcing me into the car."

Mikasa paused. Her attempt to distance herself from her emotions must not have been working, because something in her gaze fractured.

Suddenly, Annie had a horrible feeling about how this story ended for Eren. 

"Eren saved me," Mikasa managed. "He killed two of my abductors, and when the third arrived, he gave me the strength to kill him myself."

Mikasa had killed someone? A human being? Annie tried to keep her surprise from showing too readily. She must have failed, because Mikasa paused, fresh hesitation written across her features. 

Annie gave a tiny nod. "It was understandable, given the circumstances."

"That's…" Mikasa faltered. "Eren said that they didn't count as human beings."

"I suppose he might be right." Of course, by that logic, she probably didn't either. 

Mikasa nodded. Whether she was agreeing with Annie or simply recalibrating herself, she did not know. The slayer pulled herself together and continued before she had a chance to make a definitive guess either way.

"After that, it looked like things might be... Eren wrapped his scarf around me and said I could come home with him." Mikasa's expression was blank in a way that could only be forced. However, something in her eyes said that she was struggling to breathe. "That was when the vampire showed up. I didn't know that I was the slayer yet or understand what that meant. But I think he knew, somehow, and wanted to kill me before I could become a problem. It was me he was after. But he was harder to fight than a human, and I was scared, and Eren... he wouldn't let him take me without a fight."

For half a second, Mikasa zoned off, her gaze focusing on some point over Annie's shoulder. She snapped back to herself before Annie could figure out if she should say something. It made her wonder if she didn't want any interruptions.

No. It was more likely that she just wanted to be done with this story as soon as possible.

Annie understood the feeling.

"The vampire knocked both of us unconscious," Mikasa continued. "He must have taken the car keys off one of the dead men's corpses, because when we woke up, we were in the trunk. We tried to get out, but it was no use.

"He took us out by a cliff looking over the sea. He went for me first. Eren didn't like that. I tried to fight the vampire off and told Eren to run, but I couldn't... It wasn't..."

Mikasa started blinking as she fell silent. Annie would have been horrified to see the normally stoic slayer struggling to hold back tears if she weren't surprised that she hadn't started crying sooner.

"You were fourteen," Annie whispered. "You didn't have any training or know what you were dealing with."

Even fourteen-year-olds with years of training and who knew what they were dealing with would have a hard time against a vampire. How much had she struggled against Bertolt and Reiner when she was that age? She had been one of the best human cadets in the organization and Bertolt was far too prone to trying to go easy on her, but it was still hard. It might have been easier if she had already been called back then, but even that wouldn't have been enough to make up for the fear and ignorance if she hadn't been aware of the supernatural.

It seemed that Mikasa didn't see it that way. She shook her head and murmured, "I still had the strength of the slayer."

"Raw strength isn't everything," Annie insisted.

"Maybe not," Mikasa said. "But it should have been enough.

Her gaze drifted back to that spot over Annie's shoulder for a moment. Annie couldn't begin to try to gauge the look in her eyes, especially since it was only visible for a short moment. Her eyes switched to something far more shuttered and closed off in an instant.

"I was thrown over the cliff and into the ocean," Mikasa continued. "I thought I was going to die. And for a moment, I did."

The slayer's eyes closed as she remembered the moment, and Annie was foolishly tempted to do the same, just to acknowledge the event that allowed her to come into being.

Even if Annie herself had only become a slayer two years after Mikasa's death. She wondered, did Mikasa realize that some poor, unknown, short-lived slayer had come between them? She must have. Annie had already said that she was called in 2016 back at the meeting. The lost slayer was probably going to be one of those things that no one talked about, for those who realized that she'd even existed.

Just like Eren Yaeger.

Mikasa opened her eyes. "The cliff was by a park," she said. "Someone must have heard the commotion, because emergency services arrived and resuscitated me. But it was too late for Eren.

"Armin and I met at his funeral."

Annie felt her mouth go dry. What could she possibly say to that?

Perhaps it was a good thing that Mikasa wasn't done talking yet.

"There were holes in my story. Most of the adults brushed it off as trauma, but not him. He asked what really happened, and I was still weak and scared. I told him everything, and he... he offered to help me. I said no, but I did reach out to tell him when I killed my first vampire, because it was... it was the one that killed Eren.

"I thought that would be it for us, but he kept reaching out. Kept trying... to be my friend." Mikasa paused, the fragile expression of someone caught between hope and longing fluttering across her face before she remembered to shut it down. "And I want to. He's... Armin is good. But that's exactly why I can't let him get close. Erwin may have had a point about him knowing how to defend himself from the Supernatural, but I want him to stay as far away from this as possible. And..."

You can't see him without thinking about Eren, Annie thought.

She understood. That was exactly how she had felt about Porco in the months after Marcel died. That was how she felt when she looked at the vampires she'd been abandoned with for a while after Porco and Pieck disappeared. Armin may have been a good person, but he had also been Eren's best friend, whereas it sounded like Mikasa hadn't even known him for a day. If being around Armin was painful for Mikasa, then she could only imagine how it felt for him.

How difficult must it be to build a genuine friendship around a barrier like that?

Impossible, if you weren't even willing to try.

"...It's complicated," Mikasa finished.

"Sounds like it," Annie murmured. "But... it also sounds lonely."

This, she also understood. That understanding did not make her any less of a vile thing. It did not stop her from taking advantage of a moment of vulnerability and loneliness to draw the other slayer closer to her. Closer to her eventual doom.

"It is," Mikasa admitted. Her words were slow and measured, holding all the weight of an unbelievable, life-changing confession. "But it's... less with you around, I think."

Annie's heart did a funny thing as it tried to stop and speed up at the same time. "Is it?" she asked. The dryness in her mouth was back. She wanted to move closer to Mikasa, even though there were a million reasons why she shouldn't.

"Yeah," Mikasa said. "It's... it's nice having someone around who understands what it's like to be the slayer." Her lips twitched into a small, bittersweet, but genuine smile. Annie's eyes lingered on them. "I'm glad that I met you, Annie."

Annie swallowed heavily. "Me too," she lied. In that moment, she wished that she had never met Mikasa Ackerman. She wished that she'd never even heard of her, that she and her companions had continued with their lives utterly unaware of her existence.

She wished that she didn't have to kill her.

She wished that she didn't want to kiss her so much.

Annie shifted back, only then realizing just how close she had gotten to the other slayer, and stood up. "It's getting late," she said. "We should get patrolling, if you're still interested."

Mikasa nodded, snapping out of whatever trance had fallen between the two of them. "I am," she said.

And that was that.

Or so Annie told herself. Because although she wanted to believe that it was a fluke, that she had caught herself and would be able to continue walking her predetermined path, unwavering and unstoppable...

...In her heart of hearts, she could not deny the tension, that there was tension between them for the rest of the night.

She couldn't quite convince herself that it was gone come morning.

[yukipri]

Hey!! So, I don't really reply to your posts since I know it's a lot harder for that kind of communication, but as far as your answers go on my last couple of asks, I too am someone who always reads the tags on people's posts so I know the exact feeling you're talking about when people go apeshit in the tags. I love when people ramble in the tags of my stuff and I love doing it to other posts I like. But! I did have something else to say and that is thank you so much for posting about (1/?)

Hey there! I hope you don’t mind me publishing this publicly ^ ^

And thank you again for commenting <3 One of the reasons why Tumblr is so hard to leave is because it gives people so many ways to interact, with various levels of privacy? If that makes sense? Like tags are a great way to ramble your thoughts that are more like notes to yourself that the creator can also read, but not necessarily respond to, and responses are a bit more visible, and asks are the easiest way to get an actual response, etc....it’s great! I appreciate all of them <3

I’m SO glad you got to see Marionette!!! I honestly usually prefer to RT official content on twitter rather than making my own posts, feels too much like reposting, but all the info’s in Japanese and poorly advertised to English folks, so I thought it’d be worth it to make a mention here. I’m really glad I shared it!

This was actually the 4th livestream of Marionette that they’ve conducted (which, to my knowledge, are the only livestreams they’ve ever done). There was this final showing, the semi-final the night before, and they actually did two showings back in March, which were the last shows of the previous year’s cast because Tokyo Tower had just closed for COVID.

The casts usually change once a year, with two teams doing it at once (so all 4 showings had all different actors!), and these teams do Marionette literally EVERY DAY. Multiple times a day. ALL YEAR LONG. The sheer DEDICATION of these people is insane, and apparently during One Piece Tokyo Tower’s 5 years, they played the various shows over 10,000 times.

I’m glad they decided to share it live so that long time fans, people who’ve never gotten to go, and those who wanted to go but couldn’t because of COVID could all share the experience in some form or another. I’m honestly incredibly bitter and heartbroken that Tower closed, as I’d been looking forward to going for well over a year, but well, these times are pretty shitastic for everyone...

Either way, it was extremely emotional, and this entire past week has been filled with Japanese OP fandom on twitter sobbing about Tower and the show ;_;

While I myself was never able to go, my mother went in December and was able to see the show in person, so I’ll share some photos from that tonight! (while video/audio recordings are strictly prohibited, and so is sharing screenshots of the livestreams, they allow people to take photos in person during the actual live show and share those ^ ^).

Thank you so much again for interacting with my content, honestly that’s what makes it worth sharing at all, and I so look forward to hearing what you think of my content! <3

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[maidenof-thesea]

Snakes & Butterflies | Part VI

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (Maybe, still debating)

Words: 2.9

Warning: minor swearing

Note: Part 6 is finally here!! I just finished last night, and I was debating in what direction I wanted to go with this story and I think I finally found a flow. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged so that you guys can be notified right away when I post. I would do a calendar but life is always hectic even when you try to stick to the schedule. Hope you enjoy and I hope you guys are having an amazing week so far. Lots of love <3

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

The boys, minus Jungkook, who went out for a run, slept the day away while Rosa and I worked on cleaning the kitchen and living room. It was already well past noon, they must have been really jet lagged. In spite of that, Jin apparently had done a lot more than wash the dishes last night.

“Did you clean?” Rosa asked, her voice thick with confusion.

“No,” I said, shrugging. It wasn’t exactly a lie but I would have to talk to Jin later so that Rosa wouldn’t notice. “Um they should have some laundry if you want to get started on that?”

“No it won’t be enough for a full load,” She replied, rubbing her hair out of her face. “Should I help you set up for tonight?”

“No, that's okay,” I replied, handing her her jacket. “You can go home for today.”

“I feel like I didn’t do much..”

“That’s okay, Rosa,” I said smiling as I walked her to her car. “We have a whole two months to go.”

“Okay then,” she said as she got on to her car. “See you next time!”

I waved and as she pulled out, Jungkook was approaching the house in a slow jog. He waved at Rosa who waved back enthusiastically. She liked Jungkook a lot. And like my mother she referred to him as a bunny, much to his delight. I wait for him to come up to the porch and I hand him a water bottle from a pack we had stored near the front door since we were both too lazy to take it all the way into the house.

“Thanks Noona,” he said, opening the bottle and taking a chug of water. “So you know that cop that lives down the road?”

“Yea, Mr. Chang” I replied as I sat down on the patio chair. “Did you tell him about last night?”

“Yea,” he said as he sat next to me untying his shoes. “I figured since he’s also the head of the neighborhood watch, I should report it to him.”

“What did he say?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“The works,” Jungkook sighs. “‘We’ll keep an eye, but technically no laws were broken and we can’t prove they were stalking us blah blah,’”

“Don’t worry, Kookie,” I said pointing to the camera. “I won’t let any of those crazy beach girls touch you.”

“Noona,” Jungkook said with a slight blush but his tone was also stern. “This isn’t a joke, this is serious.”

“Kookie-”

“He’s right Y/N,” a voice said and as I turned around Taehyung was leaning against the front door. His hair was tied back into a man bun and his face looked freshly washed and dewy. I should ask for his skincare routine. “You could have a stalker.”

“Doubt it,” I said with a small smile. I spent my whole life hiding on the sidelines. I made sure to blend in so that no one noticed me. “I appreciate the concern but trust me no one would want to stalk me, I’m no one. Most likely it was not-”

“Why would you say that?” Taehyung interrupts with a hint of annoyance. “You’re precious to someone, you should value yourself more.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interjected his tone pleading. “Let’s go eat some breakfast hmm?” He began to push Taehyung inside. He smiled sheepishly at me in apology and they both went in leaving me confused outside. 

You’re precious to someone 

No one has ever said that to me. It was another first. I didn’t know how it made me feel, but I couldn’t help the tears that began to burn in my eyes. I had been crying too much lately. Yuki then made her way outside almost as if she sensed my turmoil and she nudged her way into my lap. 

“I guess you find me precious right baby?” I said smiling, wiping my tears. I began to pet her and she immediately purred and stretched her legs. “That’s already two times someone has called me out on my bull huh?”

“What bull?” Yoongi said joining me on the porch, making me jump in surprise. Yuki then hissed and ran off. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you or your cat.”

“That’s okay,” I said, accepting a cup of coffee that he handed me. “Thank you.”

He sat down and started to drink his coffee. I sat looking down at the coffee, letting it warm up my hands and I couldn’t help but feel a bit touched. From what I can remember Jungkook telling me about him, Yoongi seemed a little rough around the edges but he really was a softball, especially around Hoseok.

“Where’s Hoseok?” I asked, bringing the cup to my lips.

“In the shower,” He replied. “You can call him Hobi, he likes that better, Hoseok feels too serious to him.”

“Oh okay,” I replied and once again it was silent. 

“What bull were you talking about?” He says with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “Nothing really, just something I’m working out.”

“Oh,” he replied, almost dejected, which made me feel a bit bad. “Well you can always talk to me you know?”

“Oh,” I said once more, feeling a bit touched again. “I didn’t expect you guys to be so caring towards me..”

“Well,” Yoongi said smiling and ruffling my hair. “Must be because you’re cute.”

“Stop,” I pouted and he only laughed and pinched my cheek. Heat spread onto my cheeks and I sat still. For some reason he reminded me of my father, but from what I could remember my father hardly showed any affection towards me. “Yoongi…can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” He said, re positioning himself so that he faced me fully. “What’s up?”

“Before Hos- I mean Hobi-and you met..” I said not meeting his eyes. “Was there ever a time that you may have thought you would never meet? Or did you guys meet each other when you were young?”

“We met when we were young,” Yoongi replied with a small smile. “I struggled a lot with coming to terms with the fact that my soulmate was a man as well, you see my parents weren’t the most supportive in the beginning..”

“Oh,” I said nodding in understanding. A part of me can sympathize with him in that aspect. “How-”

“Did I overcome that?” Yoongi finished for me. “Hobi. He was always patient and he was always there for me even when I wouldn’t accept it at first. It was hard for him too.”

So his Soulmate helped him value himself more.

“Why do you ask?” Yoongi questioned and when I glanced at him, I had his full attention. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Not really,” I replied with a shrug. “Just trying to figure out how to value and love myself more.”

“Self-love is important,” He said nodding. “Self value, however, is more behavioral than emotional. You can ask Joon since he’s more philosophical than me but I know that much..”

“Hyung,” A deep raspy voice said from the porch causing both me and Yoongi to jump in surprise. Jimin stood at the door with the sweater I was wearing last night on. He regarded us with unreadable eyes. “Hobi-hyung is looking for you.”

Yoongi then patted my clasped hands and smiled at me and got up to leave. Jimin stood there for a bit staring at the spot next to me. He took one step and I bolted right up. I grabbed Jungkook’s forgotten shoes and made my way inside, leaving Jimin to stand there alone. For some reason, I felt a sense of shame creep up on me, as if I was caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing.

I placed Jungkook’s shoes in the shoe rack and made my way into the kitchen to wash my now empty cup. Once I was in the kitchen, Jin was already at the stove frying himself an egg and Jungkook and Taehyung were playing Xbox while Namjoon had AirPods on and was reading something on his phone. Yoongi and Hobi were nowhere to be seen, they must be upstairs.

“Oh,” Namjoon said, taking his AirPods off once he noticed me preparing to wash the dishes in the now full sink. “Hey so I had a question.”

“Shoot,” I said with a smile, rolling my sleeves up. From my peripheral I could see that Jimin had now entered the kitchen. 

“So I remember that we choose the option of tourism when booking our stay here, so does that mean we can go to museums and whatnot?”

“Of course,” I said, opening the dishwasher to start placing clean dishes to dry. “What did you have in mind? I was gonna wait till breakfast was over to ask if you guys were up for any-.”

“Excuse me,” Jimin said as he reached for a cup from the cabinet. The cabinet that happened to be on top of the sink. The sink where I was currently washing dishes. My mind went haywire while my body went completely still. Jimin’s chest was only pressed against my back for only a couple of seconds but it felt like eternity. His breath ruffled the top of my hair, his cologne made my mind go fuzzy. And almost in an instant he was pulling away, already opening the fridge. However I didn’t recover as fast as the encounter lasted.

“I know Jin-hyung wants to take pictures at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art but I was wondering if the Crocker Art Museum is worth the drive…” Namjoon rambled on not really noticing my state. 

“Yea,” I agreed with a slight shiver, turning off the faucet and drying off my hands. Once I turned around Jimin was appraising me with a slight smirk, and my breath got caught in my throat. “Nam-Namjoon, we could always go a different day, maybe plan an early drive-”

“Your car isn’t big enough though,” Namjoon said rubbing his head. 

“Namjoon, remember we said we would rent a SUV?” Jin interjected and Namjoon’s eyes widened and he nodded. “I believe Hobi already called the place the airport recommended, we just have to go sign the papers and what not.”

“Oh that saves a lot of time,” I said, rubbing my arms and avoiding Jimin’s eyes, that have yet to leave me. “Do you need me to drive you there Namjoon?”

“Hyung, doesn’t drive yet,” Jimin said. “I could go-”

“Wait!” Taehyung said running into the kitchen. “If Jimin’s going I want to go!”

“Where are we going Noona?” Jungkook asked following Taehyung, who slammed a surprised Jimin into a hug. 

“Um, I’m not going anywhere yet,” I said quickly walking past the sandwich that Jimin and Taehyung were starting to look like. Taehyung must have been a koala in the past life. “I’m gonna get ready, you can drive them there.”

                                      Jungkook

*

“Okay!” I said, smirking at Jimin, who seemed a bit annoyed. “What’s the matter hyung?”

Instead of answering, Jimin took a quick glance at y/n who was now being hugged excitedly by Hobi-hyung. Both me and Taehyung rolled our eyes and started to drag him out and a little whine escaped from Jimin. Once Y/N was out of his sight, Jimin almost looked like he snapped out of a trance. 

“You okay there hyung?” I asked once more while Taehyung ran ahead to Y/N’s Jeep, calling shotgun, almost as if he was giving Jimin space.

“Why do I still feel drawn to her?” Jimin whispered almost as if he could hardly believe it himself. “I could hardly sleep last night…”

“Well I’m sure the hyungs could help us understand more,” I said rubbing his arm. “Namjoon’s family has the archives that could maybe tell us more but we could only do that if you feel comfortable with us knowing.”

“That’s the only way I’m gonna get answers huh?” Jimin said entering the backseat of the car. When he glanced at Taehyung, he continued once he saw that he had headphones on. “Do you think with time, she’ll remember me more?” 

“To be honest, hyung,” I said starting the Jeep. “I find it strange that she can’t remember as well, is that one of the affects of her reje-”

“Okay I got a playlist ready!” Taehyung cheered as he grabbed Y/N’s aux cord. “Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!” I said to Taehyung as I looked at Jimin in the rear view mirror, he seemed to be lost in thought. 

Once we arrived at the car rental place, Jimin went in to pay for the rental, mostly because he spoke more English than Taehyung. Jin’s parents were basically the ones paying for everything, it helps that they own the most luxurious restaurant in Seoul. Too bad Jin wants to be a chef instead of managing the restaurant.

“That card has been there since you came to pick us up that day at the airport,” Taehyung muttered looking at the front window. He was right, there was a card. I hadn’t noticed it before. I reached as best as I could to grab it but before I could graze it with my fingers, Jimin grabbed it.

“Who is Lee Minho?” Jimin muttered with a furrow in his brow. I shrugged and so did Taehyung when Jimin looked at him. “That’s a Korean name…”

“Must be someone Noona knows,” Taehyung said, causing Jimin and I to raise our eyebrows. “What?”

“She’s only two months older than you,” Jimin said with an arched brow. “You don’t have to call her that.”

“Wait, you guys have the same birth month?!” Taehyung said in surprise. “And why can Jungkook call her Noona and not me?”

“Trust me,” Jimin sighed. “I don’t like that he does either.”

“She called Jin-hyung ‘Oppa’ yesterday,” Taehyung muttered, crossing his arms. 

“She did what?!” Both me and Jimin yelled causing Taehyung to flinch. Me more in disgust while Jimin seemed angry.

“Him and his ‘Oppa’ fetish,” Jimin muttered in annoyance, as he walked towards the large black SUV that an employee drove out. “Then these jerks won’t let me be alone with her.”

“We can still hear you hyung,” I said and I laughed as he flipped me off. 

I don’t remember him being this possessive before.

“He reminds me of Hobi,” Taehyung muttered. “They’re so scary, I mean Hobi-hyung has sort of chilled since he claimed Yoongi.”

“Claimed?” I said in confusion. 

“Bro,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes. “You really didn’t pay attention at all in homeschool huh?”

“But that doesn’t make sense,” I said, starting the car and pulling out once I saw Jimin hop into the SUV. “Jimin has already been rejected.”

“Maybe it’s different because Y/N is human,” Taehyung shrugged. 

“YOU KNEW?!” I yelled and I almost let go of the brake, causing Jimin to honk at us from behind. “Hyung, how did-”

“Did you think we were born yesterday?” Taehyung said smacking me on the head, even though I was driving. Wait-

“‘WE’?!”

“Yes,” Taehyung said nonchalantly. “We’re just waiting for Jimin to open up to us.”

And for once Taehyung rendered me speechless. So all of them knew. Jimin is gonna lose his mind. The only one who doesn’t know is Y/N herself. 

“You know what I don’t understand?” Taehyung said all of a sudden in a serious tone. “Humans don’t possess the ability to reject a Soulmate right? I mean have you ever heard of it before?”

“No I haven’t heard of them evolving that way.” I said, I am somewhat confused by it as well. “There’s been a lot of cases lately, where people’s Marks are being erased.”

“Really?” Taehyung said in surprise. “Huh I wonder…”

“Wouldn’t it be more likely that Neanderthals are rejecting their human Soulmates?” I asked. “I mean do you think Namjoon has heard of more cases from his father?”

“I mean, we can always figure that out later.” Taehyung said, shaking his head. “My concern is for Jimin and Y/N.”

“Right.” I agreed already seeing the cottage in sight.

“We know Jimin thinks Y/N rejected him..” Taehyung drawls.. “But that’s simply impossible, she doesn’t have the ability.”

“What are you saying hyung?”

“I’m saying that your Grandpa is a liar.” Taehyung said, clenching his fists. “I know Jimin, and I don’t think he had the heart to reject her but I can’t help but think-”

“No,” I said clenching the wheel. “Hyung loved her so much.”

“That’s the only thing that makes sense.” Taehyung said with a sigh. We both sat in the car as Jimin hopped off the SUV and started to pet Yuki, who seemed to only have warmed up to him. As he pulled up his sleeves, his broken Mark was like a crack on his skin. Like a reflection of his broken soul. 

“We need to get her to remember.” I said with determination. “She has the answers.”

“I don’t mean to be pessimistic,” Taehyung whispered as he got out of the car. “That doesn’t change that the bond between them is broken.”

“I don’t care,” I said, marching my way up the walkway. “They don’t need the bond to know they belong together.”

“But-”

“Besides,” I said. “I don’t think the bond is entirely broken.”

“What do you mean?” Taehyung whispered as we made it to the front door. Jimin and Y/N were both sitting on the couch with Yuki laying across both their laps. “His Mark-”

“It’s like you said,” I whispered. “Jimin is acting possessive because he hasn’t claimed her. He’s not just being jealous and she may not remember him but her body does which is why-”

“What are you guys whispering about?” Jimin asked in English, his face slightly pink. 

“Yea,” Y/N said, her face matching Jimin’s. “You guys have been awfully quiet, it’s quite suspicious…”

“It’s nothing Noona,” Taehyung said with his box smile and a wink, causing Y/N to splutter.

“YAH KIM TAEHYUNG!” Jimin yelled in Korean as he chased him around the house. “DON’T CALL HER THAT!”

*

“Is he gonna kill Taehyung?” Y/N said slightly worried.

“Maybe.” And just then we hear a picture frame fall from somewhere in the house.

“Shit.” 

Yep shit is right Noona.

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Masterlist 

[welcome-to-lovecraft-country]

Misery Loves Company-Part 3

Pairing(s): Seth Rollins x Platonic!Female OC, Female OC x Kenny Omega, Jon Moxley x Platonic!Female OC (minor), Becky Lynch x Platonic!Female OC (minor)

Part 1/ Part 2/

After the weirdest weekend of doing the house show circuit with Roman as a mixed tag team against Erick Rowan and Natayla, it was time to go to Monday Night RAW. It is less than two weeks will be the Hell in a Cell PPV. Last year, Seth, Jon, and I were in a six-man mixed tag match with Dolph, Drew, and Ruby Riott. I am hopeful this year that creative lets me have a match. Even put me for the contender ship for Bayley’s title. Apparently, someone in creative had the great idea to have an in-ring segment with me and Seth about the Fiend situation and to have a Firefly Funhouse to interrupt us.

Fucking great. My fucking PTSD and anxiety will be rapid throughout this if the segment goes fine.

I wanted to wait until Becky’s promo against Sasha that is supposed to promote their match at Hell in a Cell to find Seth and confront him on the strange behaviors that he has been showing the past week. Dressed in my normal street clothes (a merch shirt cut into a crop top that shows off my toned stomach, black jeans, and black colored combat booties (so I can be as tall as Seth), and the infamous leather jacket that I had since coming to the main roster) walking around backstage trying to find Seth to talk to him.

The clicks of the heels hitting the pavement floors to create a loud sound that echos throughout the long hallway that has road cases on both sides of the hallway. I hear a scared welp from the corner between a road case and a wall. I walk over to see if who it was. 

It was Seth-looking he just saw the ghost of Charles Manson and threated him that he would cut off Seth’s dick and make him eat it for fun. Wearing his “Ignite the Fire shirt” and his normal black skinny jeans and his gym shoes, it looked like he was so spooked by even seeing Bray that he tried to hide until it was time to come out to the ring.

“Seth, are you okay,” I asked with a concerned tone.

“Stef, we know each other for a long fucking time. This might be the first time in a long time that I have been truly afraid.” He looks terrified via his facial expressions. I get down the floor and sit next to Seth. I also starting rubbing his shoulder for comfort.

“I am too,” Seth’s eyes look in shock towards me, “Both of us are living in a nightmare even though we should be happy. I am ready to get this over and done with. Becky, Roman and I are concerned. Becky told me about you rambling Latin at 2 am last Tuesday.”

“I want to defeat the Fiend. I really do, but I do not think Hell in a Cell will be the end of this. How do you know that that I don’t speak Latin,” he asked in confusion.

“I am your go-to travel buddy when we go on tour abroad. You can barely utter a word in Japanese without looking like a dumbass. I AM the one that is dating someone who lives in Japan for the majority of a year.” We both laugh. It creates a sense of comfort that it seemed like it was lost.

Seth gets up and he held out his hand to me to help me up. “Come on, we need to address the fans about the Fiend. ALL OF US need to stick together no matter what. I know that Becky and I’s relationship is serious and new and you and Kenny’s is still something that I need to deal with. You will forever be my little sister in my life, Canary.”

“Like I said when you told me, if you hurt her or me, I will cut off your dick and feed it to you.” Seth laughs as I make my statement clear.

 As we walk to Gorilla, I got him caught up on Jon’s condition during his injury and how Kenny (in character) is not taking it very well. In return, he tells me about his wrestling school and coffee shop back in his home in Iowa. Also, he keeps reminding me to come out and visit our days off. His music hits first. The fans’ reaction to Seth is always an energetic feeling to hear. 

They truly love him (or maybe the version they see of him). A PA tells me to get ready for my entrance and hands me a mic in hand. My music hits right when Seth starts to talk. God bless the west coast, they always love when of their own comes home. Seeing fans wearing my shirt and holding up signs with my logo, my names, and my picture.

“Well, well, well. The hometown girl wants a little bit of the spotlight with the Universal Champ,” Seth says in character. Great, I am getting cocky prick Seth in this segment. This is going to be all over social media for the next 24 hours.

“You know what, Sethie, I know that in a few days you will be facing the Fiend inside Hell in a Cell. I am surprised you are not nervous at all things considering. I know this past summer you were more concerned being around “The Man” than understand that the threat of The Fiend looms large.” Seth looks at with a smug smirk on his face. The crowd cheers for my comments, some of them are started chanting for Becky.

“Stefanie. Seattle’s own Stefanie Rox. My personal favorite member of the SHIELD. We have known each other for a long time. I am the inaugural NXT Champion. You were 2nd woman to hold the NXT Women’s Championship and you are a former RAW women’s champion. Why are you so concerned about me? Or maybe you are holding a grudge for the past couple of years?” The crowd around it was reacting to Seth’s comment with a reaction that I haven’t heard in a long time. Seth trying to get the heel heat tonight.

“Maybe, yes. You did hit in the back with a steel chair. After all these years that I have known you, you never had a challenger to one of your titles like the Fiend. He destroyed Balor which if I remember correctly in the man that you “accidentally injured” during that match all of those years ago. Knowing Wyatt, he will break you mentally and physically to get that title off of you. This is unlike you being so reckless and ignorant.” 

“Ignorant? How cute of you saying that. Do you know what is ignorant between both of us? I am open and I acknowledge that I am in a relationship. If you truly do love him, Stef, why don’t you tell us his name?” Great, now we are bringing Kenny into this. Fucking great. I wish I can bring the dick pics into this. I gave Seth the look of “I fucking told you if you ever brought up my relationship onscreen without telling me first I will cut off your dick.” The crowd reacted loudly to this because of course, they would.

“You are really changing the subject. Aren’t you?”

“He really must be a very “elite” guy that you really do care about him.” Okay, great. Twitter and the dirt sheets is going to be all over this for the next couple of hours. So, I did what any person would do in this situation. I slapped him. Seth dropped to his knee and held his jaw for additional effect.

“After your injury, you kept saying that you have changed really. You always are that cocky prick that you put your hands on me out of spite. You are truly a bitch of justice.” The crowd loudly reacted to that. My automatic reaction to his comments is that if he is turning heel or not. Or this is something inside of him that is making him telling him to say these things. This is making me more and more worried. The lights and sound start cutting off in the arena. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I try to leave the ring, but the arena goes dark before I get a chance. To whoever in creative who told me that there will be an episode of Firefly Funhouse and no appearance of the Fiend during the segment, kindly go fuck off.

The creepy and eerie music filled the darkness of the arena and flashes of light illuminate the ring barely. I see that me and Seth are not alone. Panic starts to settle in. Yowie Wowie chants start within the crowd. 

He is here.

The Fiend who is making direct eye contact with me. Fucking hell.

Seth jumps the Fiend to protect me. 

The Fiend throws him off like he was nothing. Seth is panic with fear. Wyatt steps closer and closer to me. I start grabbing the turnbuckle to try to escape the ring that way. Wyatt drags me out by the hair to the center of the ring. I scream for Seth or anyone to help me. Seth being Seth. He is wearing a curious, yet scared look on his face.

 Sitting down in the corner of the ring. Wyatt picks me up by the hair. The mask’s lips touch my forehead. I tried to pull away from him, but there was no use. One of his gloved hand touches his face. I could not tell if which one it was. He looked back down me with his reddish-yellow eyes. He locks in the mandible claw on me. My muffled screams still let out. Wyatt drops me down to the mat of the ring, still having the mandible claw locked in my mouth.

Wyatt moves my head towards Seth. Making Seth look at me and my attacker. I start to reach out to him. He starts smirking and laughing alongside The Fiend. 

"What the fuck is going on," I ask myself. Tears start coming to my eyes-ruining my eye makeup.

Seth's stoned facial expressions make me more scared. Seth rolls out the ring underneath the bottom rope. I start to lose consciousness. My body and heart are filled with regret and betrayal for the second time in my life. I hope to God that Becky, Roman, and Jon are not watching this. The lights and the sounds stop. The Fiend releases his hold on me and leaves as I pass out.

[ineffable0husbands]

Fic title: A Change of Management in Heaven

Warnings: Crying, breakdowns, anger, alcohol use, blood, glass breaking, possibly a suicide attempt (but the character’s drunk so it’s more of an accident), suicidal ideation, and self-hatred

Ship(s): Ineffable Husbands. Platonic Gabriel & Aziraphale, and Platonic Gabriel & Crowley

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The last person Crowley expected to see in a crowded pub on a Saturday night was the archangel Gabriel, but there he was in all his shining glory, hair a mess and usual pristine suit replaced with an outfit akin to what he’d worn at the Not-Pocalypse. They were darker though, a dull grey color, not their usual white. He was surrounded by empty glasses and bottles and looked about ready to pass out, but he called to the bartender for another beer. Crowley wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“What are you doing here?” Crowley spat, taking his usual seat at the bar and waving for his drink. They knew him well here; he came every day at the same time since the early ‘70s. Of course, the bartenders all assumed he was keeping up some sort of family tradition, much like Shadwell with the witchfinder army (until he figured out the truth). Gabriel looked up blearily, squinting at the demon before tensing.

“Crowley. Fancy seeing you here,” Gabriel said with a stiff smile, trying to remain calm as he leaned against the bar. “Just getting a few drinks, you?” Crowley glanced at the numerous glasses and bit back a smart reply of how it didn’t look like just a few drinks to him. 

“Doing the same. Aziraphale wanted to spend some time reading and I’m not really one for just lounging around,” he lied easily. The truth was, the angel was visiting Madame Tracy and Shadwell and Crowley just didn’t want to admit he was lonely; not to Gabriel. Gabriel hummed and nodded, a flicker of sadness in his eyes as he lifted the glass to his lips. 

“How is he? Aziraphale?” Crowley scowled.

“Why do you care? You tried to murder him,” Crowley muttered. Gabriel tensed and his grip on the glass tightened so much it shattered. Crowley jumped back in surprise and a few of the bar’s patrons cried out. Gabriel grabbed a napkin and pressed it to his bleeding hand, muttering apologies to the bartender as he grabbed the shards of glass, cutting his hands up more as he shakily went over to the bar’s rubbish pin and threw it away. Tiredly, he healed his hands and went back to his seat. 

“You alright? Didn’t get any glass on you?” Gabriel asked, giving Crowley a once-over and checking for broken glass on his clothes. Crowley shook his head and moved his seat a little further away. Gabriel was clearly drunk out of his mind; the angel never showed his true physical strength in public. 

“Any particular reason that struck a nerve?’ Crowley asked, quirking an eyebrow at the other man. Gabriel grimaced and chugged his beer, taking down the entire bottle in one go. He groaned and held his face in his hands.

“Let’s just say I apparently fucked up really, really badly in the eyes of God. Heaven is now under new management,” Gabriel said bitterly, moving his hands to grab his handkerchief and wipe his eyes. Crowley stared at him in disbelief.

“They demoted you? Why? Because we stopped Armaggedon?” Crowley asked, shocked. Sure, the Almighty could be unreasonable at times, but why would she strip Gabriel of his position when he did everything he could to stop them. Gabriel laughed, but it was humorless, and the end of it turned into a choked sob.

“Oh, they didn’t just demote me. I fell, Crowley. I’m a demon,” Gabriel said with a sarcastic grin, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m a demon. Yep! All because I didn’t fucking listen to you and Aziraphale. Apparently, you were right! The world ending now wasn’t part of the divine plan! But how the FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT WHEN YOU DON’ SAY SHIT?!” Gabriel screamed at the Heavens, shaking his fist up at the sky as tears began to roll down his face. Crowley grabbed Gabriel’s wrist, pulling him back down to earth and forcing him to look at, him. Gabriel’s eyes were beginning to turn a deep black, clouding over the whites of his eyes. He looked terrifying. 

“You’re drunk, Gabriel. You need to sober up or come with me, or something,” Crowley said desperately. He did not like the ang-demon, but he knew how painful it was to fall. He had experienced it. Gabriel wrenched away from Crowley, still crying. He left his bill and stormed out of the bar, blinded by tears and rage. Crowley paid quickly and ran after Gabriel, searching wildly for him in the bustling streets. He spotted the light gray scarf the demon was wearing and ran after him, yelling his name. Gabriel ignored him, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he walked right into the road, tears falling rapidly down his cheeks. Crowley grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him out of the streets just as a car came barreling towards him, nearly hitting the demon and discorporating him.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing?” Crowley hissed, grabbing Gabriel by the shoulders. “You could have been killed! it takes a lot more effort to get a new body in hell than it does in Heaven, I can tell you that!” Crowley was starting to get annoyed with the freshly fallen demon. Yeah, he got the whole self-hating thing, but this was getting ridiculous. Gabriel stared blankly at him for a moment before looking at the road with longing. 

“Humans are so lucky, aren’t they?” Gabriel whispered. “When they die, that’s it. They go to Heaven or hell. We have to live, again, and again, and again. It never stops. There’s no way to escape it.” The demon was shaking again and his tears returned fiercely. Gabriel looked back at Crowley, his expression so filled with anguish, it made the demon’s heart stop. “I want to go home.” His voice broke and he dissolved into sobs, quickly covering his mouth with his hand as his shook, tears spilling rapidly and sobs making his shoulders jerk. Crowley’s eyes softened and he took Gabriel by the shoulders, heart aching when he flinched, and guiding him through the streets to Aziraphale’s bookshop.

“I’m bringing you to the bookshop tonight, but you can come to my flat after this any time you like. Hell can be pretty bleak,” Crowley said. Gabriel followed him but said nothing, and Crowley found himself rambling on about nothing and everything just to fill up the silence. Gabriel’s tears came to a stop and he slowly relaxed as he just listened to Crowley, leaning into him and bracing himself by putting an arm around his shoulders. Crowley found himself not really minding. Don’t worry, dear reader, Gabriel is far from being forgiven; Crowley was merely sympathetic to the demon’s situation. He knew what falling was like, and he knew what falling despite loving Heaven with everything you are was like. The odd pair soon reached Aziraphale’s bookshop and Crowley helped Gabriel up the stairs, guiding him in through the door and into the small parlor. He sat him down in his usual chair and miracled up a cup of tea.

“You…You said I could sober up. How do I do that?” Gabriel slurred. Crowley nearly forgot that Gabriel had never had alcohol before or any earthly things for that matter.

“Just concentrate and…squeeze? I don’t know how to describe it better, sorry,” Crowley said apologetically, handing Gabriel the cup of tea. The demon screwed up his face and did as Crowley instructed, and back in the pub, the bartender stared in amazement as thirty-something empty bottles and glasses filled back up to the brim with alcohol. Gabriel wrinkled his nose and smacked his mouth.

“Remind me to never get drunk again. Ever,” Gabriel muttered, rubbing his face and sighing deeply. Crowley’s lips quirked into a smile and he sat across from the other demon, watching him as he sipped his tea. Gabriel closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the beverage flood through him. His eyes suddenly snapped open and he groaned as if he’d just remembered something embarrassing. “Did I really try to get myself run over by a car and then get all emo about it?” Gabriel asked, grimacing. Crowley sighed and nodded. 

“It was…frightening, honestly. I’ve never seen you like that. I know it’s a dumb question, but…are you alright?” Crowley said gently. Gabriel pursed his lips and set down the cup of tea, folding his hands in his lap. After a moment, he responded.

“No. No, I don’t think I am,” Gabriel answered honestly, tapping his fingers against his legs. Crowley nodded in understanding. “I dedicated my entire existence to Heaven, and to serving Her. Now it’s gone; I don’t know what to do with myself. That was my one purpose. it was the only thing that made me worth something,” he continued softly, his gaze dropping to his feet. “I’m nothing without Heaven. Without Heaven, I’m just a big-headed, egotistical moron,” he spat, tone and words becoming more and more self-deprecating. Crowley frowned and went to respond when the door opened and Aziraphale stepped inside, carrying a bag of Chinese takeout and grinning from ear to ear. 

“I’m home dear! Did you miss- What the hell is he doing here?” Aziraphale’s bags fell to the floor and he glared at Gabriel. Crowley quickly stood and Gabriel curled further in on himself, hiding his face in shame. Crowley rested a hand on Aziraphale’s chest, looking him in the eye.

“Angel, sunshine, dearest, my love, listen to me,” Crowley said. Aziraphale scowled.

“No amount of flattery and cheesy nicknames is getting you out of this one, and you better believe it, Anthony Crowley! Now explain your…” Aziraphale’s voice suddenly trailed off and he looked at Gabriel with wide eyes. He sensed a different presence than usual, like when Gabriel had sensed evil in his shop when it was Crowley. He felt that, but more intensely, and he gasped. “Oh, you’ve fallen,” he said breathlessly, clasping his hands and wringing them, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and denial. “W-Why did you…?”

“You were right and I was wrong. God expected me to listen to you and I didn’t which went against Her Divine Plan, so I was cast out,” Gabriel said, answering the unspoken question. Aziraphale’s eyes widened and he moved away from Crowley, hesitatingly standing in front of Gabriel. 

“You shouldn’t have fallen,” Aziraphale said softly. “I may not like you, and your methods were very unethical, but…it was all for Heaven. You were so dedicated-”

“I know, Aziraphale. Please, I know you’re trying to be kind, but you’re rubbing salt in the wound,” Gabriel pleaded, looking up at Aziraphale with a desperate look in his eyes. Aziraphale murmured a hushed apology and sat down. Crowley got a third chair and sat next to him. The two of them stared at Gabriel, the tension in the air thick enough to be cut with a knife. “I should be going. I’ve intruded on your hospitality long enough. Thank you for the tea, I’ll let the two of you get on with your night,” Gabriel said, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of thanks and standing, getting ready to go out the door.

“You will do no such thing!” Aziraphale said, voice scolding as he stood as well and blocked Gabriel’s way to the door. Gabriel sighed. 

“Aziraphale, this really isn’t-”

“Not none more word out of you,” Crowley chimed in, getting up and joining Aziraphale’s side. “You’re staying here, at least for the night. You’re in no state to be going out in the streets of London alone,” he continued in a matter-of-fact tone. Gabriel’s nostrils flared. 

“Says who?!” 

“Says common sense! I found you drunk on Vodka and beer and then you tried to kill yourself!” Crowley replied, tone harsh but not angry. Aziraphale gasped. 

“He what?!” 

“Yeah! He tried to run in front of a moving car! I’m sorry Gabriel, but we are not leaving you alone right now. You’re staying here, and that’s final,” Crowley said firmly. Gabriel grimaced. 

“You two are the last people who should even be thinking about helping me,” Gabriel said solemnly, attempting to push past the two of them again. Aziraphale grabbed him by the shoulders and looked at him pointedly.

“If you’re acting this way because you believe you do not deserve our forgiveness, then you are wrong,” Aziraphale said firmly, taking both Gabriel and Crowley by surprise. “Everyone is forgivable, even a demon, and I’ve had worse things said and done to me by the human race than things you’ve said, and I love people with all my heart. You, Gabriel, are no different. That doesn’t mean I like you, but I don’t have to like you to forgive you or help you when you’re hurting. Do you understand?” Gabriel blinked back tears and nodded, his head hanging low in shame. Aziraphale softened and put his arm around Gabriel’s shoulders, leading him up the stairs. “Why don’t you get some sleep? Don’t worry, I can show you how; Crowley helped me learn. It’s a human thing but it’s very pleasant, and when you feel sad like this it’s a good distraction.” Crowley listened to his angel explaining what sleep was with a smile before returning to his seat, removing his glasses and setting them down on the table.

Crowley rarely talked to God. He thought it was meaningless and stupid; she wasn’t listening anyway, so nothing would come of it. He found it comforting, however, to occasionally voice his doubts and concerns to the Heavens. She cared once, and Crowley would pretend that she cared again until the day he died. 

“I understand you want to keep your ranks pure, but this is ridiculous. He was doing what he thought was best for Heaven. Why would you make him fall?” Crowley muttered, more to himself than actually to God. “He loves Heaven. He loves You, even now after you’ve forsaken him. He wants to go home. why can’t you just let him go home?” Crowley drifted off to sleep in his chair with a trace of bitterness in his heart, curled up into a ball and muttering about how unfair it all was.

The next morning, Crowley was shaken out of his slumber by a loud scream coming from the bedroom upstairs. Thinking it was Aziraphale, he jumped to his feet and bolted up the stairs. However, he bumped into the aforementioned angel in the hallway, who was blearily stumbling towards the spare room. They exchanged a glance before rushing into the room Gabriel was in, bracing themselves for what they would find inside. Gabriel was standing in the middle of the room, thankfully fully clothed, but mouth agape. His wings were extended to their full glory, lush and white and as Heavenly as the stars in the sky. His clothes had returned from grey to their normal white. 

“Which one of you did this?!” Gabriel demanded tearfully, pointing an accusatory finger at the two of them. “This isn’t funny! How could you do this? You know I-”

“We didn’t do this, calm down!” Crowley snapped, cutting the ranting man off. Gabriel pursed his lips and folded his arms stiffly. Aziraphale gazed at his wings in wonder, a thoughtful expression on his face as he looked Gabriel up and down. 

“I no longer sense another Fallen presence. Gabriel, have you…was your fall reversed by the Almighty? I only sense holiness from you.” Gabriel shook his head, his hands beginning to shake. 

“That’s impossible. Unless I was prayed for and the Almighty listened, which I doubt was the case, I am still a demon,” Gabriel replied. Crowley scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I…uh…may have said a tiny little prayer. Last night, after Aziraphale took you up to the bed, I had a little heart to heart with God. I don’t know why she would choose to listen now,” Crowley admitted. Gabriel blinked and then looked at his wings. His face flushed and Aziraphale could sense a rush of joy that flooded the entire room, so strong it nearly knocked him off his feet. 

“Oh my God,” Gabriel said breathlessly, his eyes wide as he ran a hand over his soft, white feathers. “Oh my God, She…She actually…holy shit!” Gabriel exclaimed, shock giving way to a bright grin and shining purple eyes. There was no black, no demonic eyes staring back at Aziraphale and Crowley. 

“What are we waiting for then? You need to get back to Heaven!” Crowley said, clapping Gabriel on the back with a grin of his own on his face, feeling a twinge of jealousy but quickly shoving it down. Gabriel nodded vigorously. “We’ll take the Bentley. It’ll get is there faster than walking!”

And fast that car went indeed. Aziraphale couldn’t recall a time Crowley had driven as fast as he had that day. He drove like a maniac, like a…well, like a demon. They had reached the main entrance to heaven in no time, and Gabriel was practically vibrating with excitement as he jumped out of the car. Crowley and Aziraphale joined him, having to run after him as he went up the escalator steps two at a time. By the time Aziraphale and Crowley had caught up to Gabriel, he had skidded to a stop in the middle of Heaven, eyes wide as he stared at the other archangels. They hadn’t noticed him yet, talking quietly among themselves, each of them wearing a grave expression. Nervous and excited at the same time, Gabriel clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat dramatically. All three of the archangels whipped their heads up to look at Gabriel, mouths hanging open in surprise. 

“Gabriel!” Michael shouted joyously, flinging her arms around the restored archangel and crying on his neck. Gabriel held Michael in his arms, picking her up and spinning as tears of joy ran down his face. Sandalphon and Uriel practically tackled their friend with pure joy, hugging him tightly and laughing through their tears. Michael and Gabriel shared a kiss as tears rolled down their cheeks, holding one another and crying together.

“How is this possible? A fall is permanent! You…You shouldn’t be back,” Uriel stammered, clinging to Gabriel’s arm, their eyes wide. Gabriel smiled and looked at Crowley and Aziraphale brightly. 

“Well, I wasn’t alone. I had some help.” The three other archangels stared at Aziraphale and Crowley with disbelief, until Michael broke away, tears still falling down steadily. She took both of Crowley’s hands in hers. 

“Thank you for bringing him home to us. Thank you so much,” she said through sobs, kissing Crowley on both cheeks before doing the same to Aziraphale. She lingered there for a moment though, and Aziraphale wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. When they pulled away she was smiling brighter than Aziraphale had ever seen her smile before. She joined Gabriel at his side once more, grabbing his hand and leaning into his side. 

“He didn’t deserve to fall. We both knew that. We’re just happy he can return to his true calling,” Aziraphale said with a soft smile. Gabriel’s eyes were soft and kind as he looked at the couple. 

“If either of you ever needs anything, you can always consider Heaven an ally. We will be here if you ever need us,” Sandalphon said, grinning with his crooked teeth and dimples. Aziraphale and Crowley both nodded. Gabriel gave Michael’s hand a squeeze before going to the two of them, eyes flitting nervously.

“You didn’t have to help me, and that makes your actions even more commendable. I’ll never be able to repay you,” Gabriel said, placing a hand on Crowley’s shoulder and clasping one of Aziraphale’s hands in his own.

“Oh, come here you big sap,” Aziraphale teased, pulling Gabriel forward by his hand and trapping him in a hug. Crowley smirked at the surprised grunt that left the angel and decided to join the hug. It was brief, but all three entities pulled away smiling. “You do a good job up here, you hear?” Aziraphale said, wagging a finger at the archangel. Gabriel laughed, his eyes sparkling, and nodded. 

“Yes sir, I promise. You two do a good job on earth,” Gabriel replied. More embraces were exchanged, and tearful thanks from each of the archangels were brushed aside by modesty. And with that, they parted ways. Gabriel returned to Heaven, once again in the company of angels and friends and a lover, and Aziraphale and Crowley returned back to their earth, to their bookshops and their vintage cars and Queen. 

[gottagobuycheese]

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Nickname: Cheese (or Lactose Wedge, or Dairy Product of Unspecified Origin and Purpose)

Zodiac Sign: Gemini! 

Height: 160.5 cm/5′3″ (Bubbles I refuse to believe you’re actually that much taller than me) 

Hogwarts house: Somewhere between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff allegedly, both of which I’d be honored to get sorted into, but honestly I’d just be stoked to get sorted at all 

Last thing I googled: I think it was something along the lines of “how to speed up audio playback in GarageBand,” but but my train of thought was derailed before I actually looked at any of the results so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (and on a related note, thanks again for the magical audio editing @imperiousheiress!)

Song stuck in my head: The end credits to Legacy of the Wizard (which is SUCH a jam, thank you for enlightening me @jessicafish) Following and followers: 227 (goodness just looking at that number is stress-inducing) and...104?! When the HECK did you all get here??? I think just last summer I was happily floating about in the 50′s. Anyways, to anyone I have not said hello, hello! Hope you enjoy your stay, and I am sincerely sorry if you expected Quality Original Content, or even just regularly scheduled other people’s content. Sadly, neither of these things tend to happen here. 

Amount I sleep: During the school year it’s usually anywhere between 30 minutes and 6 hours (DON’T EVEN START BUBBLES YOU HAVE NO RIGHT), usually landing in the 3/4 hour ranges if I’m smart about it, but now that I am on Unofficial Break, it’s usually at least around 6 hours (except today was 3 because Avatar is an excellent show and the weirdos in this house have regularly scheduled breakfast at 9-something every morning). Sadly my sleep schedule can only be forced to tolerate normalcy for so long before careening back in the other direction, so we’ll see if this is just a blip or if we’re back to normal mid-Atlantic Ocean hours!

Lucky number(s): I wouldn’t say these are necessarily favorite numbers, but I do like 2 and 9. But come to think of it, second attempts at Official Things do tend to go better for me than first attempts, so maybe there’s some merit there after all! Dream Job: Don’t think I’m really cut out for dreaming anymore, haha (unless you are a theoretical future employer in which case I am Extremely Full of Ambition and Passion). The bed-adjacent metaphor has been made, and not to brag, but I can sleep on pretty much any surface. Currently studying my Not Favorite aspect of STEM (was there ever a favorite or did I just like being good at things sometimes) and learning how to People™ properly (and also learning a gazillion convoluted drug names like what the heck dude, did you just fall asleep on your typewriter coming up with these), so I’ll take whatever place hires me and pays me enough not to depend on my parents for everything, I suppose. In an ideal world, that would entail a job where I could make friends, and even more importantly, a job where my shortcomings would not cause Massive and Irreparable Harm, but I don’t think this line of work really meshes with that last one, so I guess I’ll either have to get my shit together™ extremely soon or fake my death, adopt an alias, and flee to a completely new place with no ties whatsoever before trying to get another, less high stakes job. 

(Though I guess, less cynically, I like helping people well enough? And stories are fun! Maybe there could’ve been something with that. Not that there still can’t be, mind, but there’s still a long way to go between Here and There)

Wearing: Black shorts. Navy t-shirt. Brown some-specific-kind-of-jacket-I-forgot-the-name-of jacket. Is it summer? Is it fall? Am I in middle school? Who can say, but they are COMFY so sadly I have no cares to give

Favourite song(s): way way WAY too many to list here, and I do not have them all organized in a handy playlist separately, but to name a few (and these are not necessarily the MOST favorite okay, it doesn’t mean I don’t love stuff not on this list, it means you can’t force me to pick between my children and I am going to find at least one quick thing from a few things I like before I need to hit post and go back to looking like I’m being studious, and also things I think you should listen to right now, but for everything I’ve linked assuming I mean the whole OST), here’s a spam of links in no particular order: 

LoZ Wind Waker - The Great Sea (aka the epitome of optimism) 

Undertale - NGAHHH!! (I was about to link more but then I realized it’d be the whole soundtrack lol) 

LoZ Breath of the Wild - Hateno Village (Night) 

A:tLA - Peace (bad call BAD CALL NOW I HAVE EMOTIONS) 

Legend of Korra - Final Scene/Ending Theme (MISTAKES WERE MADE MISTAKES WERE MADE) 

Kung Fu Panda - Oogway Ascends (I feel like I’m taking you on a whole little album journey now XD) 

PMD: Explorers of Sky - Dialga’s Fight to the Finish (aka the Gotta Shower Fast song) 

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Pursuit ~ Cornered (aka the HURRY UP AND PACK UR SHIT YOUR FLIGHT LEAVES IN THREE HOURS song) 

Apollo Justice: A New Trial Is In Session (very underrated soundtrack imo) and also Apollo Justice: Telling the Truth (because these two are very closely associated in my head and it’s getting harder and harder to narrow things down so maybe I should stop lol) 

Your Name: Katawaredoki (in which I am forcibly thrown heart first into the bedroom of my second apartment at approximately 12-something A.M.) 

Digimon Adventure 01: Butterfly (MASSIVE 90′s childhood anime feels, and also Last Summer Before Everything Went to Shit feels (on a general scale I mean, not personal)) 

Pokémon: Lugia’s Song multitrack cover by Jordan Moore (would that I could have a talent of that musical talent) 

Pokémon the First Movie: Tears of Life (great now I’m on a Pokémon music spiral GUESS IT’S CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA HOURS NOW) 

PMD: Blue Rescue Team - Farewell and Run Away/Fugitives (you CANNOT make me choose between these guys okay, my brain WILL explode, and whoops now I want to link the whole ost) 

Palette by A Dear Friend (wink wonk) 

Pokémon: Alpha Sapphire - Fortree City (wow talk about mood whiplash)

Detective Conan: Main Theme (I can’t find the specific version since there are so many, but it’s a Good Theme) 

Super Smash Bros.: Brawl - Opening Theme 

Pokémon Colosseum - Relic Forest 

Song for Lindsay by Andrew Boysen Jr. (oh great now it’s time for marching band feelings I guess)

Mt. Everest by Rossano Galante 

Deltarune - Field of Hopes and Dreams and A Town Called Hometown (orchestrated) (aka the Lots of Work To Do song) and You Can Always Come Home and Don’t Forget (hey guess what I wrote a bunch of fake extra verses for) (also it looks my pathetic attempts at narrowing things down are getting even more pathetic so I’ll wrap up soon XD) 

 Guild Wars 2 - Fear Not This Night (never actually played this myself but my friend got me addicted to the music) 

Lord of the Rings - May It Be (Enya) (aaaand now I miss choir, THANKS BUBBLES) 

Lion King - Can You Feel the Love Tonight (Multilingual) by Travys Kim (aka how I remembered how fun these things are) 

Original Song by Anonymous  

(The urge to add all the other songs I’m not adding is so strong but I’ve got so much work to do so just assume I mean all Nintendo music from any game I’ve played, all Ghibli movie music, every musical I’ve ever heard, and even more) 

Random fact:

Apparently as early as the 17th century, you could guess that a child would have a shortened life span if their foreheads tasted salty. Yes, there is a specific reason, and yes, you may already know what it is, and thankfully no, that life span projection no longer holds true, assuming access to Modern Medicine! 

Favourite Authors: Okay I have not read enough various books of enough various authors to be able to answer this, so I’m just gonna go with a few books instead. They are not necessarily all-time favorites, but I enjoyed reading them very much at the time and more often than not go back to them for comfort reads: The Martian, any of first three Harry Potter books, and The Rise of Kiyoshi. (That last one’s not really a comfort read but I am drowning in Loving Kiyoshi juice so here we are)

Favourite Animal Noises: Certain kinds of birds (UNLESS it’s some ungodly hour of the morning and you’re trying to sleep)? Ooh, and crickets! 

Aesthetic: A slob, but like...a comfy slob. An incredibly disorganized hermit who is happy to mill about in the uncontrolled entropy. (Are we talking about what aesthetic I give off, or what I like to look at, visually? Because I like space, and water, and mountains, and forests, and forests ON mountains, OOH and forests on mountains at night where you can see space, perhaps reflected in a body of water. Or just water, idk. Different things are pretty to look at at different times)

WELL THAT ONLY TOOK FOREVER SORRY FOR THE OBSCENE LENGTH 

@pachelbelsheadcanon @averybritishbumblebee @shingeki-no-korra @sailorlock @yeswevegotavideo @soultheta @queenerdloser @ifeelbetterer @rogueofdragons @peppervl @amadness2method @mutalune and anybody else who wants to do this! This isn’t seventeen, and I don’t know if any of you have already done it/been tagged, but I hear people moving around upstairs so that means this break is over XD. And ABSOLUTELY no pressure to actually do this, this is pretty much just me wishing you well! (and YOU of course, my dear reader! I hope everything’s going all right, or if it’s not, that it does soon)

[writinginstardust]

Falling Like Stars | Chapter 1

Pairing: Tyler Jones x reader

Warnings: a bit of bad language

A/N: This is just a little something I my brain came up with when I was trying to fall asleep several months ago. It’s a series of little, mostly in-betweenie bits set during the events of Aurora Rising. It’s not quite long enough to be slow burn but it basically is so get ready for some pining my dudes!

Word Count: 1259

*

I looked down at my Uniglass again, sure the message would be gone and I'd realise I imagined it. But no, it was still there. 

Squad 312, report to Admiral Adams for mission update.

It didn't make sense. My squad had been assigned a nothing mission to a nowhere system, a straightforward if lowly task. What could he possibly need to talk about?

I shrugged and made my way across the station, trying to think of some explanation. Maybe we were getting reassigned to something more important. It wouldn't be that much of a surprise. Even if a few of my squad mates weren't necessarily the best the academy had to offer, the rest of us were top candidates for something more meaningful than a supply run. Well Cat and I certainly were.

The door slid open before I had a chance to knock and Adams gestured to me to take a seat. I was the first to arrive and there was silence as the other legionnaires arrived one by one. Finally the last of us showed up, Kal unsurprisingly, and the Admiral looked up to address us all.

"I expect you're wondering what this is about." We nodded warily. "Rest assured it's nothing to worry about, I just wanted to let you know you'll be having a seventh member joining the squad for this mission." A what?

"Forgive me for asking, but why?" Cat asked from beside me.

"I understand it may seem strange but Battle Leader de Stoy and I have our reasons." That wasn't actually an answer  I thought, and knew Cat thought so too.

"Can I ask who it is who'll be joining us?" I tried instead.

"Yes. She's a good friend of yours actually, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I froze, just the mention of her name increasing  my heart rate. "Unfortunately she won't be back on-station until late tonight so the rest of you will have to meet her tomorrow but I'm sure most of you know who she is already anyway."

I didn't listen to whatever Adams said next, my mind only focusing on one thing. (Y/N)... She was going to be here...was joining my mission...Maker's breath… I hadn't seen her in almost a year now. I wondered how she was after all this time, if she was still the same girl I'd been crushing on since the day we met. I guess I'd find out tomorrow.

"Aurora to Tyler," I snapped my head up at the sound of my sister's voice. "You coming bee-bro?" I frowned in confusion, looking around to find the rest of the squad already halfway down the hallway. Apparently I'd missed Adams' dismissal. I looked between him and Scarlett, both of them sporting knowing smirks that I didn't like one bit.

"Right. Yeah, I'm coming." I stood and left the room, Scarlett beside me. She was still smirking. I knew why. "Shut up."

"Didn't say anything."

"Didn't have to."

"Exactly." I groaned in frustration, my mind too preoccupied to tell my mouth to do much else. "You know, I'm pretty sure she used to like you too."

"Used to?" Why did the past tense have to bother me so much?

"She might still, I haven't seen her in a year so I don't know."

"But you still talk to her." I hated the almost desperate hope that lit my voice.

"So do you."

"Yeah but it's not like she'd tell me."

"And you think she'd tell me? I'm your sister, she'd assumed I'd tell you. ...She wouldn't be wrong." She paused and considered me for a moment. "By the look on your face I'm guessing those feelings haven't faded even a little."

I shook my head, "I don't think so."

"Maybe you should tell her."

"Are you kidding!? No."

"Why not?"

"It's been a year, Scar. I've changed, maybe she has too, maybe I'm just holding onto the idea of something that doesn't exist anymore."

"That's a crap excuse and you know it." I elected not to acknowledge that. "Fine. Don't do anything. I just want you to be happy." She stopped by a door and I was surprised to find we'd already made it to my room. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow, don't be late."

"Wouldn't dream of it." And with that she left. I stood there for another moment, contemplating what she'd said before turning to head inside and sleep.

It wasn't easy. I was jittery about tomorrow. The mission, seeing (Y/N) again, trying to control the group of discipline cases I'd been stuck with. I just hoped everything would go smoothly.

*

I didn't feel much better in the morning. I sat at my control panel, my leg bouncing to release some pent up nervous energy, and waited. Normally I'd never show any outward sign of anxiety but knowing that (Y/N) would walk through the door at any moment was putting me on edge.

I'd been like this since I woke up, eating breakfast under the exasperated gaze of Cat and Scarlett and being subjected to concerned looks in the halls. I couldn't help it, (Y/N) had always been able to get under my skin in a way no one else could, even when she wasn't here. It didn't help that she was late.

"Tyler, sit still or I swear-" Cat hissed at me under her breath but cut herself off when the door to the control deck slid open. My world seemed to stop for a moment as she walked in. A year was definitely not enough to get over her.

She was rambling, flustered, slightly out of breath with an embarrassed flush to her cheeks. Beautiful. I wasn't entirely sure what she was saying, an apology for being late if I knew her half as well as I thought. She smiled sheepishly at my squad mates and I swear the whole deck brightened. 

It was all the same. The same but different. Almost like a year hadn't passed but not quite. That smile was the same one I saw most nights while I slept. That hand running through her hair was the same nervous tick I'd seen a thousand times before. The way she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet expel some of her nervous energy, exactly the same.

Nothing came out of my mouth. No words to greet her as an old friend or new alpha should. I just sat - stood, when had that happened? - there, staring. Great Maker...she was even cuter than I remembered. 

Eventually her eyes met mine and I think I forgot how to breathe. Whatever words she'd been saying died on her lips and she froze. I don't know how long we stayed like that, gazes locked and the world melting away around us, but it was long enough that the others took notice.

Cat cleared her throat, loud enough to startle us both. "Now that we're all here, can we get going? The sooner we get this crap job over with, the better."

"Yeah, of course. Everyone buckle up." They did, (Y/N) moving to strap herself in on one of the couches. Not 10 minutes later we were clear to enter the fold and I looked back at (Y/N) one last time before the colour drained from the world. She smiled at me and I found myself smiling back instinctively. My heart stuttered a bit, chest restricting, palms sweating, as I held her gaze a second longer. I was so fucked.

*

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[my-love-peterp]

Mistaken Chapter One

Word Count: 2103 THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: A new recruit is brought into the fold and is more than a handful.

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, non-graphic violence (brief)

A/N:  You may have seen me over @fabtasticass which is my main blog. So this is my first fanfic and it's going to be a big one. It is a Soulmates AU but not in the traditional way. That won't show up until later chapters. I'm going to try to keep endgame a secret the best I can. I have some very angsty ups and downs planned but I'm trying to hold back. So I’ll tag each chapter with what pairing might be in that chapter in the official Tumblr tags but never at the beginning.

I ran, dodging rats, and clumps of unidentified garbage that lay literal feet from a plethora of garbage cans and dumpsters. God, I hated this city.

I especially hated this city in the rain, dashing through back alleys of Queens with all of my belongings in tow.

Rolling in and out of huge asphalt craters, my suitcases jostled my already pained arm. It had only been three or so hours since I’d reset the dislocated joint against my fire escape.

Blood dripped from a split along my hairline, mingling with sweat and city rainwater. At this point, I felt like a drowned cat and probably smelled like a wet dog. Super, awesomely attractive, right?

Bracing myself against the wall of the nearest building, I pulled a flask out of the interior pocket of my jacket and took a swig. The flask was light pink with the words “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” emblazoned on the side. It filled me with a dark sense of glee and irony every time I used it. I nicked it from one of those chain party supply stores a few months back, which I supposed could be my version of fun.

The whiskey burned as it went down but as it hit my stomach it helped to warm my rain-soaked bones.

I began moving again. As I wove in and out of the misshapen piles in the alleyway, I felt the hair prickle on the back of my neck. It felt like I had a curious pair of eyes, tracking my every move and staring me down. I ignored my most basic instinct to turn around and investigate and my training kicked in instead. My eyes swept the alleyway ahead of me, monitoring the shadows, ears open and head down. I checked every shiny surface to see the reflection behind me. Empty alleyways are all that I was shown. So I shoved aside my intrusive paranoia and started whistling tunelessly as I moved. I’d felt that prickle for days and nothing had come of it.

In front of me, business lights filtered through the rain, casting a glow over the stone walls. Wet, sputtering and a little drunk, it only made sense that I was the target of some less friendly men who had stationed themselves outside of a local dive bar. They jeered and reached out at me. “Piss off you assholes, I’m not in the mood.”

Their demented shouts ranged from demands that I take off my clothes, false coos asking me if I needed their help to warm up and jokes about them being so good in bed women were jumping at the chance and willing to move in with them immediately to lock it down.

The rain got harder as I clenched my fist, glaring daggers at them and trying to subtly move faster. Everything about my body language screamed 'don't fuck with me', but it's hard to be intimidating when you're a generous 5'3. They advanced anyways and with a woosh, they all got tossed back into the brick wall, hard. The crack of a few skulls echoed down the empty alley, interrupted only by their groans as a few immediately came to.

The tingling on the back of my neck got more intense, this time joined by a fuzzy feeling alarm in the back of my brain. I hustled along, eager to get the hell out of Queens. I hadn't taken more than three steps when I heard him. “Woah, what was that? I webbed up those guys back there, they won't be able to move for a few hours. What was that though, can you like manipulate energy or is this outside the realm of earthly physics? Are you an alien? Or a mutant maybe? Or..."

Without looking up I sent another blast towards the overly excited voice and immediately heard an oomph followed by the sound of a body rushing towards the pavement. Or, rather, a dumpster.

“Hey not cool,” said the guy, poking his head up and out of the dumpster.

I groaned, immediately recognizing the mask, despite it being covered in what looked a lot like smashed avocado on the left side of the heroes head. Spider-Man.

Pushing my bags together, around my feet, I bound them to myself and alighted on the nearest rooftop, gently floating upward. I figured the enhanced cat was already out of the bag with the current company, so to speak. I ran along the flat roofs of the decrepit, abandoned buildings with still no destination in mind but out.

“Wait up, where are you going, stop! We're friends now right? It's rude to ignore your friends, and I'm the friendliest of friends, you know. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all...” he babbled on lamely, his voice fading in and out as he swung between buildings, keeping up as I hopped from roof to roof.

“Buzz off buggy”, I grumbled before sending another shot his way.

“You’re really bad at paying attention to where I am, aren’t you” Spidey suddenly whispered in my ear. I shrieked and came to a halt, dropping my luggage next to me as I sat to dangle my feet off the ledge of whatever shitty building I was on now. As expected, that lanky ass fool sat down right next to me.

“So, where are you going, miss uh… strange power lady?”

“I don’t kno-” I cut myself off and looked at him strangely. “Wait, why are you even here?”

“Well funny story," he huffed out, looking over at me. His masked eyes contracted as he continued to just look at me in silence for several minutes. I was seconds away from physically shoving him off of the building. For someone who apparently couldn't keep his mouth shut when I wanted him to, he was as silent and one of those monks now when I actually wanted to hear his whiny voice. Then, just as I was about to snap, he lifted his chin and squared his shoulders.

"Have you ever heard of the Avengers?”

Like any normal person on the planet, I obviously had. I may not have been in New York while it was being leveled by aliens over a decade ago, but a person would have to be seriously deprived of outside stimuli to not know who the Avengers were.

Instead of speaking to the impertinent, entirely too perky Avenger at my side, I just glared, sending a message loud enough that even the most inept individual would comprehend me.

“Woah, woah, don’t shoot! You could be like, a really weird and reclusive alien for all I know at this point. The boss didn’t exactly give me all the details when he sent me out to trail you. I don’t even know your name, which tells me that we actually don’t know a whole lot about you…,” he trailed off his rambling as he finally realized I was now staring at him expectantly, waiting to get a word in edgewise.

“My name is Kaida, and I’m not a good person. Also, thanks for the invitation to join your little cult, but I’m going to have to pass.” I stood to leave and find shelter for tonight when all of a sudden a schnick sounded and webbing surrounded my foot, holding me in place.

That sneaky little son of a bitch.

“No can do, we’re going to talk this one out. Either you agree to come in and meet the team or you get to sit here all night and listen to me ramble about them and what ridiculously stupid things we’ve all been up to in the past few months. Your call… Kaida.” He said my name as though it could take form, leap up and bite him.

“Okay Spider, I see you want to play hardball. You take that mask off and I’ll come with you to ‘meet the team’ or whatever touchy-feely bullshit y’all are into over there. But I’m not agreeing without some kind of skin in the game other than my own.” I lifted my chin, triumphantly, secure in the knowledge that he would never reveal his identity to a complete stranger, especially while various factions of the government and private entities were trying to round up enhanced individuals.

Spidey scoffed. “That’s it? It’s not like I was going to leave it on once we got to the tower anyways so, here you go I guess,” and he ripped away his mask as though it didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He was… younger than I had expected. Cute, in a safe, boring schoolboy kind of way.

“What are you, twelve??” I all but shouted at him. There’s no way this kid was the real deal, a bona fide Avenger that had helped save numerous lives, my own included if you count what happened just a few years back.

“I’m twenty-two, thanks though. If I’m twelve, I’ve gotta say you’re a toddler. Granted, a toddler with wicked skills but it’s not like you’re even really an adult at this point, are you? Why aren’t you with your pare-.”

“For one thing, they’re dead. Secondly, I’m twenty but I guarantee you I’ve seen shit that you can’t really even comprehend. Even outside of all the crazy whack alien bullshit you all seem to be attracting. It really ages a person, or so I’ve heard.”

“Oh look at you, pulling the big bad ‘I’m so tough because I’m an orphan and my life wasn’t sunshine and roses’ act. Literally, everyone has bad shit happen to them. From what I’ve just seen and from what we’ve caught on security monitors, you’re wickedly talented and could actually use your powers to help others. Unless you’re too much of a coward, I know we do deal with ‘crazy whack aliens’ and all, but it shouldn’t be hard for a big kid like yourself, huh?”

I had half a mind to blow him off the roof right then and there. Rage swirled in the pit of my gut so violently, I might have vomited had I eaten at all in the past day or so. The wind picked up and began buffeting around the Spider guy and myself, throwing debris from decrepit roof and buildings towards us. All of the shrapnel conveniently avoided my person, but Spidey was dancing back and forth like a puppet on a string.

Deep breaths Kaida, deep breaths. We wouldn’t want another Wizard of Oz-esque incident. Again. I often found myself talking to myself in different perspectives to calm down. Anger, improperly channeled was a very dangerous thing for me, and honestly, I was being a brat just like he was. No need to level an entire city block just for this one intrusive, presumptuous asshat who dressed up like a fucking spider. I wasn’t about to tell him that though.

The wind died down almost immediately. Until it didn’t.

Not a minute later, the biggest bolt of lightning I’d ever seen struck a building a block or so away, no doubt short-circuiting every device plugged in at that residence. Two seconds later there was a solid thunk and next to Spider-Man loomed perhaps the most handsome being in the known universe, Thor. King of Asgard.

“You hit your panic button Man of Spiders. Are you in need of assistance… carrying bags?” Thor looked at you, tied down, and your bags tossed askew, then back at Spidey. Quizzically, he opened his palm and sent a burst of lightning up into the sky, as if looking for something. “All seems to be in perfectly good spirits here, no strange magics… so.”

“Listen, man, two minutes ago she was literally shaking the building so hard I thought we were all going down. I just don’t know how… all I did was ask her some questions, maybe play hardball with her a little,” he just shrugged at the god apologetically.

“Hi, I exist too, and I can speak for myself,” I asserted, repositioning my body so I wasn’t standing quite so hunched over. “We,” I continued, looking at Spidey, “would love your assistance in getting my bags back to wherever this team inspection or meeting is supposed to happen.” Anything to get inside and secure, before I lost it completely.

“As you wish, Lady of the Winds,” Thor almost yelled, thrusting a cane into the sky.

“No, Thor wai-.”

Before the insect could finish whatever he was trying to say, we were engulfed in a kaleidoscope of bright colors and rushed away in the blink of an eye.

So much for having a normal, Wednesday evening.

If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters (I have 28 written) drop me a message or reblog this!! As always, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[jellidile]

Pages and Pages (Vergil, sad)

Welp, I was inspired by the goings on with the dmc diaries that have recently popped up. And apparently, Nero is very interested in his mom and Vergil’s relationship... Hopefully, it isn’t as sad as this 

@nerosdailydiary and @journalofvergilsparda Why don’t y’all take a look? Maybe it isn’t what happens between the two of you, but it is fanfic for you both so it’s only right to tag you :)

Nero goes looking for a diary Vergil hid. He’s pretty sure it’ll have something about his mother in it... He gets a lot more than he bargained for.

Nero couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled a dusty book from his father’s closet. The old man had sworn off talking about his younger years, much to Nero’s displeasure. But, he had mentioned he had a diary from those days, so now, three days in, Nero couldn’t help but feel a little pride,

“Try hiding it better next time, Dad” flipping through the first pages Nero didn’t see anything of interest. Mostly just rambles about how Dante was the worst, or how he felt abandoned. Bits of poetry here and there. Until finally, he found mentions of Fortuna. Quickly Nero skimmed through until,

Day 25 in Fortuna

I met a woman today. She was… Well, she wasn’t terrible looking. She seemed harmless enough. She asked if I wanted a tour of the church, and when I asked why she was very insistent that everyone who visits Fortuna should see it. I don’t know why (it has nothing to do with my visit) but I followed her. Overall, it… was a good day.

Nero smiled wide. Skipping ahead a few pages.

Day 35 in Fortuna

She’s all that I can think about anymore. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. Today we were talking again and I, I wanted to kiss her so bad. Is it wrong for me to want to spend time with her all the time? I followed her home last night and she met with a friend of her’s… I want her to hug me the way she hugs her friends. I want to make her laugh because her laugh is so… when she laughs too hard she snorts and it’s… endearing. I’m rambling… anyways I think I’m sick. I shall continue my research into the church after I figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

Day 36

I AM MOST DEFINITELY SICK

Nero barked out a laugh. Of course, his awkward dad wouldn’t know what he was feeling. But it was also nice to know that on some level, he laughed like his mother. The diary had a few days missing but Nero was glad to see that nothing much was missing.

Day 50

I kissed her. We were sitting beside each other, and she pointed out that it was getting late… And just the way the sun was hitting her face, she just looked so… so… Gah! damn it all, there are no words! But I leaned in and kissed her… and I must be going mad because it felt so right. I-I think the best part was that she kissed back and I got to hold her. However brief that moment really was… It didn’t feel like it. Even now, sitting here, that moment felt like hours. Although… I’m ashamed to admit I left right after it was over. I hope to see her tomorrow.

Nero was amazed. He couldn’t help but smile. He would’ve never thought that his father was capable of doing anything even remotely close to making the first move. He kept reading. Most entries were now either focussed on him finding out what the church was up to or recounting a date he and Nero’s mother had been on. But one entry caught his eye,

Day 85

I love her so. Today we were talking and I… I told her that I had no family,

“I’m all alone.” I know Dante is still alive, but I doubt he would take me back. We may be twins but, I’ve changed too much. Anyways, after I said that she went,

“You aren’t alone Vergil. I care about you.” and she held me. There was a moment I paused, and I cried. I don’t she knows how much those words really meant to me. I’m even finding it hard to write here but… Those words, “you aren’t alone” it’s all that I’ve wanted to hear.

Day 86

How to tell the woman you love, you love her… I’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell her all day and I can’t seem to think of anything. Every time I want to say it the words die on my tongue. But I don’t even feel worthy of saying to her. How could I tell her that I love her? Just three words seem so… stupid. She means more to me then words can convey. My sun and moon. My world and stars. Life without her would be dull and meaningless. She somehow pulled down my walls. And I’m still at a loss as to how. Bubbly and bright. I remember wanting to make her laugh, but it’s the other way around. She makes me laugh. But her smile when I laugh… She practically glows. I came here seeking answers, but they don’t interest me when I see her. Sometimes we can just lie down holding each other, no words will pass our lips, but for hours we are content to do so. How do I tell my reason for all my joy, that she is so? I doubt it can be simply done.

Day 90

I am writing this in the morning because my princess says I won’t have any time tonight. She has a busy day planned. I think I might try to tell her how I feel. Hopefully, all goes well.

It’s night now… I got to tell her, and uh… Show her… If that’s clear enough. I’d rather not retell the details of tonight. That’s a memory I shall keep all to myself. Though looking at her now as she sleeps… I am overcome with a deep and profound want- no, need to stay with her. Power be damned. I love her.

Nero couldn’t help but stare speechlessly at the two entries. Tear’s flowed down his cheeks, he didn’t even know that they were there. But the way his father wrote so much about his mother… to go as far as, “Power be damned” yet he still wasn’t done reading the book. Only about halfway,

Flipping through the entries were now solely focused on his mother, and then there was a jump, Day 108, Day 109, Day 110, Day 130? Nero’s heart stopped,

Day 130

I’m leaving Fortuna. Alone. A few weeks ago demons came and… They attacked me, I didn’t see one, and… Why didn’t I see it? I should’ve seen it. Now she’s hurt and it’s all my fault… I-I wasn’t strong enough. I let her get hurt. I DID THAT! I COULDN’T- She isn’t safe with me around. Dante would laugh at me. Sobbing into my hands, alone. Bless her heart though,

“It’s not your fault Vergil. I’m still alive. Knowing you, it will never happen again.” she tries. But she’s too optimistic, all humans are. I should’ve known that it all would’ve come crumbling down. I’m a son of Sparda. I should’ve seen the demon, but I didn’t. And she’s hurt, and I- I don’t deserve to be with someone I can’t protect. Why does it hurt me to write this… Why… I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I just want to protect you. I can’t I can’t lose anyone else. Especially not you. Please don’t resent me for this. Please...

Nero shook. Anything else that was written on the page was smudged. It looked as though Vergil had been crying as he wrote… Still, Nero was not done reading the journal as at least 50 pages remained.  And page upon page was filled with heartbroken words. 50 pages were filled to the brim each one different yet all of them all trying to say sorry. Nero found himself particularly affected by the very last page.

If I could run back to you, love I promise I would. We were young and in love, and I can only hope that it does not mean we are dumb. But each night when I close my eyes, you are there. And it is that blessed night where we joined body and soul again, and I can hear myself saying I love you over and over. I can still hear every whispered message of love and desire. Even after all this time, I find myself drawn to the thought of you. Maybe in another life, I’m not the coward that I am today. Scared of inadvertently hurting those he loves, but it seems I’ve already done plenty of that. I’ve always been seeking power, and with you, I didn’t think I needed it. Perhaps I didn’t. Who could know?

If I could be held in your arms again, darling I’d be back in a second. Yet would you even take me as I am? On those nights where I am left plagued by nightmares, I see you again highlighted and glowing in the sunset. I feel your lips against mine and I remember every curve, I remember every inch of you. How I wish to hold you, how I wish to be held. Within your shelter, I was warm and loved. Safe from the nightmare’s of losses long ago. But even so, could you hold me? Hold the man who loved you so much he left? Who could know?

If I could lie with you and talk like we would always do, princess, there would be no other place I would wish to be. So many if’s wander through my tortured mind, and so many are met with the scared ramblings of a man deeply scarred and bitter. But, how I adored your laugh and your smile. Oh, I can still recall every time I let my eyes wander, only to find them locked with yours. How I worshipped you, and love I meant every word of passion I  ever said. But do you still love me I wonder? Do you still think back to those days of bright joy, and look fondly upon my memory? Do you love me? Ah, who could know?

As Nero stopped reading he shuddered out a sigh. Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. Nero jumped but was held in place. Vergil spoke mournfully as he placed his head on Nero’s shoulder,

“I’m sorry I left you and your mother. I left you both all alone.” Nero wanted to say something but he could only wiggle around and hug his father back. Vergil’s grip tightened on his son as he silently sobbed,

“I’m so sorry Nero…” 

“It’s okay Dad.” 

We aren’t alone anymore.

[cutiepiepotatoes]

Drunk on love yet?

Ivarxfemale!reader

Notes: I still don’t own any character and please forgive any possible error! Part two of “Freya’s herbs”, requested by captstefanbrandt : “SO CUTE!!! I’m begging for a part 2 where they’re friends then they love each other!” and also there is a part three coming up soon! I kinda got carried away once again (2500 words) but please enjoy anyways darlings! Feedbacks are always welcomed

Warning: Smut (please no under-18), cursing a bit and drunk people but nothing bad really

@feistybaby @mbaku-babygirl @the-writer-appreciation-blog @alicedopey @captstefanbrandt  I tagged you all in case you wanted to read this too!

Heading to the edge of the cliff, you admired the sea and the clouds hidden behind the mountains, cold air touching your skin through the furs. The silence was calming and being alone, without anyone to glare at you was something rare these days. Since you and Ivar had decided to be friends, you were both more sarcastic than ever, but this time towards others because it makes laugh the other. You were terrible persons, yes. But at least now you were two. Just two days ago, you joined Ivar and Ubbe on their shooting practice, but you were too tired to practice yourself so you just watched them. Ivar was with his armor but his arms were visible and you saw his veins and muscles flexed when he took his axe, throwing with so much force you were almost drooling.

“Liking what you see, Y/N?” Ubbe caught you off guard, seeing you starring his brother. But, you weren’t going to be flustered in front of Ivar.

“Well yes, I mean he’s my husband after all. Why? You’re jealous Ubbe? Want me to stare at you too?”

This time it was him being flustered, and Ivar was smirking, admiring you with so much proud, but he decided to stay silent, looking at you straight in the eyes, both of you lost in the eye contact.

“Yes! Now, watch me dear sister-in-law, I’m going beat my little brother once again.”

But you had stop listening to him, lost in Ivar’s blue eyes.

“Oh! Y/N, I’m talking to you!”

“And do I get a bonus point if I act like I care?”

Ubbe wouldn’t have been that annoyed if it wasn’t for Ivar’s laugh, who almost fell back from his rock. His laugh was the sweetest thing to your ears, however you weren’t going to tell him that, of course.

““Your sarcasm won’t bring you anywhere in life Y/N!” this time Ivar had enough, and wanted to be alone with you so he replied before you.

“Well she’s kind of your Queen right now thanks to it so you sure about that, brother?”

That was it for Ubbe, he left angry and frustrated. You and Ivar spend the rest of practice together, befriending and even flirting at times, after all you had been the one saying you should be friends first.

You smiled at the memory, and started going back in town. Ivar would get worried if you stayed here too long alone. And you were even more than right, arriving at the docks, your husband was yelling at his brothers to run, search every house to find you.

“Ivar- “

“Shut up Hvitserk! She’s gone too long! We have to find her quickly!”

“But Ivar- “

“What if something happened to her, uh? I cannot lose her so find her now!”

Ivar was still out of breath from his outburst, and he was truly worried about you. He couldn’t lose you right now, you were too important to him, and he didn’t have the chance to tell you that. Lost in his worry, he jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and was about to break it from rage but, without even seeing the person, he immediately recognized your hand once he touched it. Turning around so fast you thought he would break his neck, his eyes were wide open, full of relief.

“Where were you?! I thought you were gone!”

“Ivar, don’t worry! I was admiring the sea. You know how much I miss raiding and travelling. Now everyone to the Great Hall, time for eating!”

Hvitserk left running, pushing everyone on the way. You all chuckled and started heading to the feast. Letting them go first, you put your hand once again on Ivar’s shoulder, preventing him from going.

“Ivar, please don’t worry about me. I know how to defend myself. I’m glad you care about me, my friend, but everything is fine.”

Taking your hand in his, Ivar sighed, knowing you were right.

“I know, but…I cannot help it, woman. I-I…”

You were waiting, hoping he would say what you really wanted to hear, squeezing his hand harder.

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry, friend, let’s go.”

“Oh, uh, yes.” you sighed, and winced a bit at his tone when he said “friend”.

Once in the Great Hall, you sat next to each other. It was a habit now, and you were both seeking the proximity of the other. However, apparently tonight Siggurd decided to annoy you both, being the little brat he always was with Ivar, turning your husband into one himself. But this time you weren’t going to let him win. And the amount of alcohol consumed during the evening by everyone wasn’t helping to calm and clear the heads. Between two hiccups, Siggurd talked in a low and raspy voice:

“So, did you know Ivar couldn’t please a woman, Y/N?”

Spitting your drink, you coughed, Ivar putting his hand on your back to calm you, an angry look on his reddish face.

“Excuse me, what?”

“I mean he tried, but…he just didn’t succeed if you know what I mean” smirking, Siggurd was really enjoying the anger forming on his brother’s features.

“Ohhh…Yes I get it, Siggurd. I totally understand.”

Shocked and hurt, Ivar was about to take his hand away from you but you quickly grabbed it, keeping it in your own.

“I get it, don’t worry Ivar, your brother is jealous because he heard us last night. Well, he heard me screaming your name. That’s why, right Siggurd?”

Silence fell upon the room, even Hvitserk almost chocked on his food. Seeing Ivar’s shocked face, you gently kicked him under the table. He immediatly got out of his trance, and smirked, playing along and nodding proudly at Siggurd’s disgusted face.

“You know, one day on a raid, an old local told me that what’s great about eating with your family is that you can always be yourself, because they will judge you no matter what you do. I’m sure you understand it Siggurd, right?”

Ivar was laughing hard and Siggurd was boiling on his seat, irritated and humiliated and completely wasted. Not knowing how to win the argument, Siggurd tried one last time.

“You only saying to brag about your languages skills! You’re a brag, just like Ivar! You do go well together, braggers!”

“Well, that’s right. I do have great skills in languages: I speak your language, English, Profanity, and Sarcasm. Now, since everyone have eaten and drink, all of you go home, Ivar and I are going to fuck like rabbits and I’m going to scream so loud Siggurd won’t be able to sleep all night long!”

You headed to your room, angry at Siggurd for humiliating your husband, but mostly for arousing yourself by even thinking of having sex with Ivar. None of you said anything about even acting romantically! Lost in your drunk thoughts, you didn’t heard Ivar joining you.

“Y/N?” crawling towards the bed, he motioned for you to sit next to him.

“Ivar, before you say anything, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to make Siggurd shut up and-and I was so angry at him, even if everyone were drunk, us first, I tried to stay calmed, but- “

“Y/N! Stop rambling!”

You nodded, head low, and let Ivar put his hands on your arm. He took your chin gently, turning your face to look at you in the eyes.

“I want to thank you, except my mother and Ubbe sometimes, no one has ever defended me like that. And I almost believed what you said, you know. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I wasn’t embarrassed or uncomfortable…”

Smiling, you placed your hand on his knee, knowing you were the only one he let touching his legs.

“It could be true you know.”

“What could be true, wifey?”

The surname made you laugh a bit, Ivar took this habit one month ago and you secretly liked it so you let him.

“You know…What I said about…us. At night…”

Ivar took his hand away, and rolled out of bed. Saying you were hurt was an understatement, you were devasted. How you could be so stupid? Of course he only wanted to be friend! At first he wasn’t but now, with you precising every time you both were only friends, he learn to only see as a friend! You made him scared and now he was going to avoid you and- everything went blank in your mind when you saw him undressing, chest naked, muscles and abs out. Mouth opened, eyes wide and heart pounding in your chest, not a sound came out from you.

“Well, you can say something you know wifey”

“Uhhh…But…you just stepped away from me!”

“What? No! I stepped away to take off my armor without knocking you, woman!”

“Oh”

Chuckling at your behavior, Ivar put his hand on your waist and made you get up in front og him. He then slowly caressed your side, going up to your shoulder and gently taking off your dress. He looked at you, worried he would hurt you.

“Is this okay?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course it is!”

He chuckled once more, and you bent down taking his face in your hands.

“You are adorable wifey, especially when you’re drunk and sleepy”

“And horny”

You both laughed, your moves slow and clumsy. Naked, you sat on top of Ivar, straddling him, kissing him passionately. He squeezed your butt, making you moan in the kiss. Ivar pulled away to gaze at you, a huge drunk-ish but honest smile on your faces. You shifted in his lap again, feeling his growing erection underneath you. How could the episode with that slave happened? You heard about it of course, Ivar even told about it himself, wanting to be honest with you. But deeply you always thought it was bad because none of them really wanted it. Taking you out your mind, he kissed you again as you started grinding down on his lap, moaning at the friction, and wanting more.

Breaking the kiss, he started caressing you, going lower and lower. But you stopped his hand, you kissed and sucked his neck, moving down his chest. Kissing and licking, and biting. You stopped at the waist. He moaned and moved his hips, wanting you to continue. You stroked his erection with your fingers, leaned over and kissed the tip. Then swirled the precum around with your tongue. He reclined back on his elbows, excited for what was coming.

But you had another idea in mind. You stopped abruptly and sat up.

“You know,” You began, playing with his cock, swirling your thumb around the tip. “You owe me an apology.”

He groaned.

“What?”

“Well I thought you weren’t going to like me because I insisted on being friends first and I noticed how much it pained you. But then I apologized, and you still made me scared just earlier”

“That was on you! You were the one misunderstanding!”

“Yes but I still got scared!”

You climbed back on top of him. He could feel your heat and wetness and wanted to be inside you. He moved his hips trying to navigate towards your entrance.

“Just apologize and you can have it.”

With another groan he flipped you over on your back. He knew you enough, after all these months getting closer to you, to know that you weren’t going to let this go, mostly to play with him.

Sliding down your body, he spread your legs and began kissing up your thighs repeating “I’m sorry” between each kiss.

When he reached your heated core, he licked up your wet slit, causing you to squirm. You bucked your hips up towards his face wanting him to continue. He placed your thighs on his shoulders, pushing them up, and latched onto your clit. Sucking on it, he caused you to moan loudly. He slid a finger inside you, finding that spot deep inside his brothers told him about and hitting it.

“Ohhhhh Fuck! Ivar!” You yelled, as you came for the first time. You knew Ivar was good at it, you were sure of it and now you just had the proof, well you just felt it actually.

He crawled back up your body and lined himself up at your entrance. Suddenly he slid inside you in one thrust, your combined moan of relief sounded like a harmony.  

“Am I forgiven yet?”

You nodded, out of breath.

“Nah-uh, wifey, use your words.”

“Yes, Ivar, I forgive you!” You moaned, trying to move underneath him to create friction. But he was blocking with his large chest glued to yours, enjoying you in this state, empowering you.

“Good.” And he began moving in and out of you roughly.

He hooked one thigh over his arm and started moving faster.

“You feel so good,Y/N. So so good.”

“I-Ivar! You’re so good, I-I’m close!”

So was he. He picked up the pace. Letting your leg go and leaning forward on his arms, face in your neck and mind lost in your sent. Reaching between the two of you he rubbed your clit; still sensitive from your first orgasm, which sent you over the edge.

Ivar was not too far behind you. Spilling inside of you, he collapsed on top of you. After catching a bit of his breath, he kissed you and then rolled off. He wrapped his arms around you, ready to drift off to sleep. Drunk on alcohol and orgasms, you both cuddled, which actually felt great.

“Ivar?”

“Yeah?”

“You know, I was thinking and…”

“What is it?” he asked sleepily.

“Maybe it’s time to go beyond the friend thing, no?”

This time he just laughed and kissed your shoulder.

“I think so, yes. But let’s talk about it tomorrow, you know during the first meal…”

You didn’t say anything, thinking. Looking up at him from his chest, you stared and he did too.

“You just want to see Siggurd’s reaction, don’t you?”

“Yes. Can we?”

“Sure, you know I love bragging to him.”

“And…also because I want to officially show we belong to each other.”

You could feel his breath on your face, his hands caressing your cheeks, looking deep in your big wide-open eyes.

“You look so fucking amazing, I can’t believe how beautiful you are Y/N.”

“Y-you want what?” you didn’t believe your ears, was he really telling you that he wanted to be with you, for real, not in a dream made by Freya?

“I’m falling in love with you.”

“Really?”

“Of course, silly. And I know you do too, the seer told me.” He quickly added, smirking amused at your confused little face.

“I-I am, yes.”

“Can I kiss you properly now?”

You didn’t even bother to answer, straddling once again and kissing him, but this time with love and tenderness. You pulled away, gazing in his glassy eyes.

“Do you think because we drank we would remember this tomorrow? Because we’re soooo wasted in alcohol”

“Nope, just drunk on you.”

You let out a small giggle and leaned in for a goodnight kiss, feeling at peace.

[writing-in-winter]

Better

summary: you were content with what little Tony Stark could give you, but time flies and people change. 

pairing: tony stark x reader

word count: 1.4k

A/N: this is my submission for @underoossss‘ 2.4k writing challenge (congrats, honey!) and is set after avengers 4, where i asSUME EVERYONE IS BACK AND HEALTHY AND ALIVE. forgive me for any grammatical errors, feedback is appreciated and loved in this blog.

The burgundy dress lays in its garment bag on your bed, the zipper untouched as it was delivered earlier this afternoon. With it came a short note from him, telling you that the dress is for tonight and that Happy will pick you up. A bitter smile splays across your nude painted lips, remembering a foolish girl who once dreamed of being treated like this—expensive dresses and fancy candlelight dinners—just a mere five years ago. But you are not her anymore, and her dreams are no longer yours, and you just can’t go on living for empty promises.

It reminds you of the first dress he bought you, the one you are wearing, the rich red bleeding through the translucent bag, bleeding like your wound that clots and scabs, but then you pick at it, and ruby colored fluid starts to flow again. A vicious cycle that implanted itself into your life without you noticing.

Once, you had said that you could love him, could accept what little he could give you. But no longer can you deny your heart of what it wants, what it needs so desperately as you grew older. You wanted stability, and you wanted a love like the one you give him. Like the one he couldn’t give you. Sorry, my love, I am the one breaking my promise.

Instead, you wear the dress and do the same makeup, clip on the same earrings and slip on the black pumps. You wonder if he would notice.

Memories run through your head during the car ride, your heart begging you to keep him, to love him and be content with what he could give you as your brain try to fend off the destructive tendencies. Well, you had a penchant for self destruction, don’t you? Everything you love tend to be taken away from you, by force or not, but this is the cruelest form of torture; to love someone deeply and carelessly, yet having to live with the fact that he can never return your love with equal intensity. It feels like the deepest pit of hell; it feels like your heart being stabbed with a scorching hot rod, over and over again, the pain fresh as the first time.

Happy stops the car in front of the restaurant, a high-classed, three Michelin-starred restaurant, deep in the heart of the most expensive neighbourhood in New York City. You step out alone, already expecting having to wait for him alone at your reserved table, him running late from some last minute emergency. It hurts how well you know him that sometimes you wish you don’t.

And so you spent the better part of an hour scrolling through your phone, replying emails from your university students who are worrying over their finals tomorrow. Occasionally, you look at the menu, entirely in French, and see the letters blur together, or glance at the filthy rich people slicing soundlessly into their courses. Another painful reminder of the clarity of the lines dividing your worlds.

The waiter comes to your table again, apologising because apparently Tony Stark had already ordered the entire course and the food was just waiting to be served. Smiling politely, you declined, asking him to serve only when Tony arrives.

Another hour passes by without him appearing. You don’t bother calling him. You could wait. You already did for the past seven years, what is another hour?

Eventually, the closing time rolls by. You barely feel any hotness on your cheeks, seeing as this is not the first time he’s arrived later than the closing time. Dipping your head in thanks to the waiter, you took your leave, strolling through the unforgiving cold of New York City in December in an overly extravagant dress that belongs on the red carpet. It is an hour walk to your house on the other side of the buzzing city and you do not mind the bite of the cold at all. In fact, you welcomed it for the first time in years. Let the cold seep into my bones, like the harsh reality of love.

You do not hear the thrusters of his Iron Man suit powering down fifty yards ahead of you because you had your head down and your earbuds in, music playing at a volume that blocks out the world. You do not hear the thoughts going on in his head as his armour removes itself, the nano parts crawling back to its triangle housing on his chest.

You come to a stop as you realise that someone is standing in your way, a frown finding its way onto your face. Eyes wide, you look up to find Tony Stark staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Hey (Y/N)” You haven’t seen him in two months and all he says is hey? You continue to stare at him, the disbelief in your eyes cutting a stark contrast against the buzzing excitement in his. “Sorry I ran late again, Peter needed my help on something.”

“It’s fine, I was just walking home,” You step around him, hands laced behind you, thin straps of your pumps held firmly between your fingers, and tip your head in the general direction of your apartment.

“You are not mad? I actually had everything planned out, you know, candlelight dinner and rooftop champagne and a-”

“Tony,” You interrupt his rambling, “Did you notice anything familiar about me tonight?”

“Sweetheart, I have held that pretty face of yours for far too many times to not know every trace of it.”

“You know what? Forget it.”

“I thought you are not mad at me. We haven’t seen each other in two months, can you not let this ruin our night?”

Sighing, you stop dead in your tracks, your feet numbing from the cold air. You drop your heels carelessly, holding his hands tightly and looking him in the eye. “Tony Stark, I came to say goodbye.”

You lick your lips, your throat closing up as you hang your head. “I am sorry that I caved in first, that I am the one breaking my promises to you, but I can’t lie to you and to myself anymore. I gave you all my time whenever and wherever you needed it, but who’s going to do the same for me? I chose you for seven years, and I think it’s time for me to finally choose myself.”

“So you’re leaving me too? Like her?” His voice cracks.

“I am not Pepper, Tony. How many more times do I have to tell you that? I am not leaving because I want you to stop being Iron Man and saving the world, I just wanted time. Time and attention that you couldn’t give me. And this,” You gesture at what you are wearing, expecting anger at his words but instead only feeling immense disappointment for still being compared to Pepper. “Was what I wore the first time you took me out, though I now know where I stand in the great Tony Stark’s life. “

You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Funny how I don’t mind the fact that I will always be second to the world that constantly needs saving and the people who need your help, but most days it seems like I am such a small irrelevant part of your life. Yet you, you make up my world, you took up permanent residence in my heart and mind. And isn’t your fault, it’s mine, I fell for you, thinking that I can live with the consequences but now I realise that I can’t. You made it clear in the beginning that you are a busy man, and I was stupid and ignorant. So please, my love, forgive me for being selfish just this once.”

A silent plead.

Unbeknownst to you, his heart shatters the moment he realises how hard all these years has been for you. And for you to strip yourself down to your soul and plead for him to let you go, how can he not? How can he promise you of a future he had no control over?

Forget the ring in his pocket. Forget the documents he had to go over and sign to officially retire from all Avengers related things, causing him to run late, because he wanted to be able to tell you that he can finally put you before saving the world.

And so his hands tremble as he pulls you into a hug. He kisses you on the forehead, kicking himself mentally for not appreciating the time he was allowed with you. He tells you to stay safe, and be happy. Because that is all he wanted after everything.

And then he lets you go.

tag: @lilyrosebae

[lurkerdelima]

fic: when we play 1950

For @youcanchoosefreedom! 💕

So, here it is: we started talking about Stucky headcanons earlier tonight and it kinda spiraled into me insisting that she pick a prompt from the list I reblogged a few days ago and I’d write her something to go with it. She chose #15: things you said with too many miles between us (which I chose to interpret in an emotional sense, not as literal miles between them). That leads me to this somewhat angsty but also tooth-achingly sweet Stucky fic that was supposed to be a short drabble and ended up being 1700 words!

Some notes:

This is not the fandom I usually write in, in fact it’s my first Stucky fic ever. Please be gentle, y’all! It takes place sometime after The Winter Soldier and is kind of not really canon compliant. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

I would probably rate this around a T or an M, just for one kiss and a couple of F bombs (I have accepted as canon that Bucky has always had a filthy mouth, especially around Steve). 

There’s nothing explicit about bad things in Bucky’s past or in Steve’s here, but Bucky does deal with night terrors a couple of times so be aware of that before you read.

The title is taken from, of course, the song “1950” by King Princess. 

I may end up posting this to AO3 depending. But for now, here it is!

When Buck first comes to live with Steve, he doesn’t talk.

Well - that’s not entirely accurate. He talks, but only in monosyllables, or at most two or three words strung together. There’s a lot of grunting and shrugging. His behavior in general is...troubling, to put it lightly. Steve can’t, doesn’t, blame him for being the way that he is. He’s patient with him, of course, and doesn’t push him. Not at all. But he worries.

He worries when he makes Bucky scrambled eggs the way he always liked them (they’re about the only thing Steve can reliably cook) and Bucky does that wrinkly-forehead frown and pushes the plate away without so much as one bite.

“Not hungry?” he asks, and Bucky just shakes his head.

He worries when he’s gone out for the day and comes home at twilight to Bucky sitting on the fire escape - not on it the way he’d expect but perched, immobile, on the railing, staring intently down at the street below. Watching. Waiting.

“You okay, Buck?” he asks from inside, and gets a barely perceptible nod in response. He leaves him to it, whatever he’s doing.

He worries when he goes to sleep, in the one bed in the one bedroom of their brownstone in Brooklyn, and Bucky is still awake, staring at the muted television like he’s not really seeing it. He worries even more when he wakes up the next morning and finds Bucky still there, still awake, TV still on.

“Did you sleep at all?” he asks from the doorway, taking in Bucky’s rumpled shirt, greasy hair, dark circles. A grunt, a shrug. “I’ll make some coffee,” Steve murmurs, because he needs a distraction and Bucky looks like he could use some caffeine.

He worries most of all, though, one night when he’s just about asleep. He’s alone in bed as usual and startles at the sound of a bloodcurdling scream coming from the darkened kitchen. He’s on his feet and running towards it before he’s even fully aware of what he’s doing, and then he sees him - Bucky, curled up under the kitchen table, clearly in the throes of a night terror. Steve knows better than to try and wake him, so he just slides under there into the nest of pillows and blankets that Bucky’s made for himself. He makes sure he’s safe and isn’t going to hurt himself with his thrashing, then pets his hair and rubs his back and murmurs to him, stupid stuff that doesn’t matter about baseball and Coney Island and that one time with the saltwater taffy, remember, Buck?

He’s beginning to understand why Bucky fights sleep so hard.

After what seems like an eternity, those familiar eyes slide open and Steve gets a fleeting glimpse of the old James Buchanan Barnes in the smile that lights up his face.

“Hey, Stevie,” Bucky rasps, and then he blinks and seems to return to himself, to the way he is now. “What am I doing here.” It doesn’t sound like a question - something closer to admitting defeat.

“You were sleeping here, on the floor. Don’t ask me why because I’m not entirely sure myself.” He hesitates, rubs one hand self-consciously over the back of his neck. “Would you like to come to bed, instead?” he asks quietly. It isn’t the first time he’s posed that question; far from it. He’s just always been rejected before, ever since Bucky came home. Came here. He doesn’t blame him. Sure , they used to share a bed sometimes, before, but things are so different now.

“Yes,” Bucky says after a long silence, and they both crawl awkwardly out from under the table. Bucky follows Steve wordlessly to the bedroom and they get into the bed together, Steve doing his best to keep from touching Bucky too much. He’s aware of his limits.

Right as Steve is about to fall asleep, Bucky speaks, more than he has in a long time.

“Steve?” He waits a beat until Steve makes an ‘mm’ noise in response. “I’ll cook, tomorrow morning. Your eggs are still terrible.”

Steve laughs, startled. “I thought you loved them. You always said so,” he says.

“Didn’t wanna hurt your feelings. You’re a shitty fucking cook, though,” he says, then rolls over and falls asleep on his side with his back to Steve, his arms tightly folded over his chest, knees bent and drawn up. Like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Things proceed slowly from there, but Steve is more than willing to take everything as it comes.

Bucky starts cooking, and sleeps in the bed more often than not. Sometimes he wakes Steve with his screams, but it’s okay. Steve is just glad he can be there for him, even if Bucky isn’t really aware, doesn’t really remember.

One evening Steve comes home and finds Bucky on the fire escape, but not on the railing this time, just squatting down and— petting a cat. It’s a big orange fluffy thing, a tom Steve has seen around before. No collar, no tags, but obviously well-fed by practically everyone in the neighborhood. Including Bucky, if the empty tuna can by his left foot is any indication.

One night they’re sitting down to dinner (takeout that Steve brought home from the Thai place Bucky has expressed fondness for), and Bucky sets his fork down and studies Steve in this real intense way, something he must’ve developed in between way back when and the here and now because Steve can’t recall having seen him do it before.

“Do you remember,” Bucky begins, slowly. One eye twitches and he inhales sharply through his nose. “Do you remember,” he starts again, “what I used to do for you when you got sick?”

“Yeah, of course I do,” Steve says quietly. “You’d rub my back and talk to me about everything you could think of until my fever broke. I remember you staying up all night with me, plenty of times.”

“You were sick a lot,” Bucky agrees, then picks his fork up again and returns his attention to his plate.

“Not anymore,” Steve says, glancing up and meeting Bucky’s gaze for a moment. “Can’t even get drunk, now,” he jokes.

Bucky cracks a grin, not quite his old one but a decent if crooked facsimile. “Me neither,” he murmurs.

The breakthrough - the first really big one after sharing a bed and having a conversation that isn’t just Steve rambling to a mostly silent Bucky - comes on a night a little more than a year after they settled in together. It’s winter, bitter cold outside, and when Steve opens the front door he takes a moment to just bask in the warmth of the apartment and inhale the good smells coming from the kitchen.

“You making dinner?” Steve calls out to him as he toes off his shoes and hangs up his coat and various items of knit outerwear. He’s become a pretty competent knitter, if he says so himself.

“The fuck else would I be doing in here at this hour?” Bucky calls back to him, and Steve snorts and shakes his head.

“You’ve sure got a smart mouth on you,” he observes, hovering just inside the kitchen, trying to simultaneously watch Bucky and stay out of his way. He takes in the scene: multiple pots bubbling away on the stove, Bucky with his hair pulled back into the smallest ponytail Steve’s ever seen, wearing an apron tied around his hips.

And there’s a cake on the counter. Chocolate, thickly frosted, with a message in red icing. The spidery handwriting is familiar.

“Buck…” he says, touched. “You didn’t have to.”

Bucky spares him a brief glance over his shoulder. “Course I did, I’m apparently the only person left who remembers that your real birthday is not July 4th.”

“Yeah, you probably are,” Steve says quietly, and sits at the table to wait patiently while Bucky puts the finishing touches on the elaborate birthday dinner.

Afterward, after dinner and cake and ice cream and a celebratory shot of whiskey because it’s tradition even though neither of them will feel anything from it, Steve insists on cleaning up while Bucky relaxes on the couch. He finds a station on his phone to listen to, gets to work, and is elbow deep in hot soapy water with a plate in his hands when he feels a tap on his right shoulder. He turns and looks at Bucky questioningly.

“Everything okay?” he asks, setting the plate in the sink and drying his hands on the towel he’d thrown over his shoulder.

“Dance with me,” Bucky says in an exceedingly serious tone and holds out his left hand to Steve.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, surprised, and suddenly he’s that nervous, fumbling kid again, exhilarated at the chance to be in Bucky’s arms. He takes Bucky’s metal hand in his own flesh-and-blood one, rests the other hand on his waist. They begin to move together and it’s only a little less awkward than it was when they were kids. At least Bucky still knows how to lead.

“Would’ve thought that stuff made you more graceful,” Bucky murmurs, grinning at Steve crookedly. “But you’re still stepping all over my feet just like you used to.”

“Fixed everything but my two left feet,” Steve says ruefully, and Bucky snorts and shakes his head, then pulls Steve closer, pressed up against him from hip to shoulder. Steve can feel his warm breath on his ear.

“You used to be short enough I could tuck your head under my chin,” he says, his voice gone soft and hazy like Steve’s memories of him. “Pick you up and carry you off to bed when you got tired.”

“I know,” he says thickly, and they’re hardly even dancing anymore, just holding each other and swaying. He finally takes notice of what the singer on his Pandora station is saying - I love it when we play 1950, so bold, make them know that you’re with me.

“1950. A little beyond our time,” Bucky murmurs, apparently having noticed the same thing at the same time.

“Close enough for me,” Steve whispers. When he turns his head and Bucky’s right there and their lips finally meet again, it’s nothing like their first kiss, not really.

But it’s close enough.

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Songbook Series:Erik: Let Me

A/N: NSFW. Smut and such below the cut. Tag List Open. This one is using the song Let Me, by Zayn. If you like my work please let me know by leaving a comment, reblog or liking it lol I hope you enjoy. (I’m sorry I don’t know whose Gifs these are! I saved them a while back but if you know comment and shout them out )

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“T’Challa downstairs curled up with Nakia looking like somebody soccer dad in them damn kicks.” Erik props his pillow up on the bed and clicks on the TV. Asa hadn’t really been listening to him. Ever since the fight with Malaysia, if you can call it that, she was on edge about work. And they were watching her, every single mistake she made was questioned unlike before where she had no worries because everyone loved her. “You hear me babe?” Erik nudges her lightly on her thigh watching her type away on the computer. “Since when do you work at home?”

“Well, there are some people in the office that think that I am not working hard enough.” She pauses. “And then Malaysia’s dad is riding my management’s ass about everything I do because of that fight.”

“You mean when you went to her house and drug her out by her hair and proceeded to beat her ass?”

“Yeah, fight nigga. Shut up.” She giggled shaking her head. “I just don’t want to lose everything that I have worked for because of her. And I know I shouldn’t have even went over there and done anything. I know this already.” Asa pauses. “But I was mad and I saw red.”

“You don’t have to explain to me.” He kisses her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers. “I love to see my woman working hard… no matter what position she in.”

Asa rolls her eyes playfully and places her laptop on the bed. “I am thirsty though. You want something?”

“a beer if you going downstairs?”

“You bet not give Kojack shit, or I’m gonna mess you up.” She closes their bedroom door wondering down the steps. Erik was right. T’Challa and Nakia were cuddled up and they were adorable. His arm was draped over her body while she lay on his chest. Their legs basically intertwined and both were fast asleep. She made no sound as she tiptoed over to the adjacent kitchen opening the fridge. She grabs two beers from the fridge and she closes it quickly. And there he was.

M’Baku folded his arms over his chest and admired her from head to toes, looking at her thick legs and the way they filled the boy shorts, up to Erik’s basketball shirt she’d cut into a crop top. They hadn’t talked much other than the occasional good morning or small talk when they were in the group. It was easy to act unfamiliar with him when Erik was around. “Asa.”

“M’Baku.” She smirked peaking around the corner for Erik. “why are you blocking my way?”

“Can we talk?”

“About…”

“I would rather it was outside and not in here, you got a moment?” M’baku was courteous and he’s eyes plead for at least a moment. It had been hard watching someone he cared for with a man she hated two weeks ago. “Please Asa, is it too much to ask to talk to you?”

“No, of course not.” She places the beers back in the fridge ans slides the patio door open. We can talk out in the yard. I need to pick up some of that stuff anyhow.” Asa slides the glass door open and walks onto the patio picking up the beach balls and floats that they had used earlier. M’Baku helped her wondering off the patio into the yard where the storage unit was, she follows barely gripping all the things that she had. “So, what is it Prince.”

“I didn’t think it would matter that I was prince.” He admitted. “And I didn’t know who you were.”

“I am actually sure that you didn’t because I didn’t know that Erik was all royalty and shit. It’s no big deal really.”

“N’jadka is the man that broke your heart.” He places the items in the bin looking back at the white house and the vast yard. “It’s not surprising.” M’Baku chuckled. He had never known Erik personally but the stories of him from T’Challa were not the most pleasant at times. All he knew about Erik was that he was rude, callous and apparently a cheater. “I know that you’re back with him and apparently happy, but I don’t think that what we shared was in vain.”

“We fucked for four days straight, I didn’t know your name the first night.” She felt the heat rush to her face thinking of those nights. They were certainly something magical but home was where her heart beat, and it beat and bled for that dumbass in the house. “I don’t want him to know. And one thing about N’jadka that you don’t know is that he can read me like a book. I don’t want any drama while you are here. We can continue like nothing ever happened.” She looked over her shoulder at the house. She could still see Erik in the bed watching tv. “Please.”

“I’ll do as you wish.” He touched her hand rubbinf his thumb in circles over her palm before letting go. “but while you sit here and play house, you could simply have a man that truly wants this with you.”

“what do you mean?”

“I mean Erik is comfortable with you as a girlfriend and clearly, Asa, you are worthy of so much more. I could make you a princess.” He steps closer to her, crowding her head with his scent and his words. His hands trail down her shoulders and then around her thick waist. He grips her ass momentarily and leans in. She should have stopped him, but his lips met hers. Her heart raps against her chest beating so hard it floods her head, and all she could think was him. She wanted to be consumed by him. His tongue dances with hers and he brushes himself against her, tight against his jeans and steps back. He clears his throat. “Just something to think about.” He pecks her forehead lightly before tossing the last of the items into the bin. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” She choked watching him walk away from her. A few moments after she learned to breathe again she reentered the house. T’Challa stands at the counter with his beer in hand. She hadn’t ever seen him drink but apparently today was just a good day to do so. He clicked open the bottle. “Hey, nice nap?”

“I apologize for sleeping on our couch. We had a meeting down at the outreach that lasted all day and it was tiresome.” He pauses. “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

“You can sleep where ever you want to in this house.” She beams, “and King T, Erik and I are so happy you are here, no matter how many times he gripes. He’s so thrilled. He told me stories of you, but he never said who you were, it didn’t matter to him that you were King.”

“Erik is great, you two make a great couple.” He resolves. “Does he know about M’Baku?”

“Know what?”

“I saw you leave his hotel room the day we arrived.”

“Oh fuck,” She breathes.

“It’s fine. I will say nothing. Just be careful okay? They can both be crazy.”

 The warning was heeded cautiously. Asa kept her distance the next morning slipping breakfast all together and slipping out of the house unnoticed by everyone but Erik. The office was busy. The clacking sounds of the keys filled the bank, along with the never-ending flow of traffic. She loved it. The interaction with people and the fact that she could try to at least get people approved for loans that usually were declined.

“Asa.” The voice of the person she didn’t want to see the most rang throughout her office. He tapped a few more times and he sat down in front of her waiting for her to finish her phone call.

“Yes ma’am, it should be no problem. I’ll be sure to give you a call back.” She swallowed hard watching Malaysia’s father tap impatiently on his leg. Then she ended the call, placing it on the receiver. “Mr. Barton, it’s good to see you. How are things?”

“They’re fine.” He said sitting back in the chair. “I’ve watched the video of you and my daughter several times and I cannot sit here and act as if my visit is not about it. That type of behavior is inexcusable.”

“I’m sure it is, but your daughter’s actions were not good to say the least.”

“she’s a college student. She has a future a stake and you, the older woman should have acted with some dignity and at least confronted her like a woman.”

“Mr. Barton, the situation is my personal life.”

“Not anymore.” He interrupted. “Your behavior cannot be tolerated. It is out decision to terminate you. This business relationship is done. The guards out front will accompany you to your car and it was an experience having you work for me.”

She wanted to cuss. Throw her things on the floor and scream. But she held it in. “That’s unnecessary I’ll leave.” She smiles smugly.

 Erik didn’t have too many words to say in consoling her, because in every way he felt it was his fault.” He watches her anxiously pace the living room, rambling to him and Ayo. “I gave them all of my efforts and time and for them to even consider firing me because his slut of daughter fucked Erik is stupid. I wanna post that damn sex tape of her ass… see how bright her fucking future is then.”

“Nah, I’m on that shit. Baby, forget about it.” Erik groaned. “I told your ass years ago you didn’t even have to work. I got us. You can sit back and do whatever the fuck you want.”

“And if I leave you?” She said with a slight squeak to her voice.

“Shit ma, you gone leave a nigga.”

“I need to have my own things Erik. I need to know I can support myself. I love you and all that shit, but I built myself up. I want to stay that way.” She turned and walked another circle around the living room. “I’m going to bed.”

“Nah, I swore to T and Nakia that we would not be someone ass couple tonight. Get dressed, Ander headed out.” He watches Asa nod her head. “Man, move yo ass.” He playfully slaps her butt and she leaves bouncing up the steps.

T’Challa sits next to Ayo. “What was she saying?”

“She got fired.”

“Bast, for what?”

“She beat up the regional finance daughter.” Erik doesn’t elaborate. But T’Challa already knew the background story. “It’s my fault and I gotta make this shit up to her. She works hard for her shit man. It’s part of the reason I love her.”

“What bank?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. T’Challa smiles. “Cousin, what bank?”

“First Bank National.”

“Make a call and inform them that Wakanda Outreach international refuses to do business with a company that would hire an employee for unjust reasons. And then as the Vice President of Wakanda Outreach international withdraw all 30 million of our dollars.”

Erik beams. “You a dirty ass man.”

“Power is more than strength within a fist. Remember the burning of our sacred gardens.”

Erik hummed looking away. “I don’t recall.”

“You understand, take away something important and it will cripple them. And I know you remember. Ass.”

 Asa couldn’t remember how many drinks she’d had but it didn’t matter. Her body coursed with excitement as she twirled around on the counter of the bar. Nakia and T’Challa surprisingly were locked on one another dancing to the unfamiliar music with ease and sensuality. Erik’s eyes were hooked on Asa, the way her hips hypnotized him and every man at the bar and normally he would be mad but she was happy. And she hadn’t been happy all that day, her smile was refreshing. She kicked her leg up high and her old stripper moves returned as she bounced down on the bar in front of Erik, gyrating in front of him until his hands pulled her from the counter and into his laps. She felt him through his jeans. Hard. Thick and Long. He noticed her eyes dancing with the thrill of fucking him in public like old times. He drags his teeth across his full bottom lip picks her up in one movement.

“You want me to fuck you up don’t you.” Erik grinned as he carried her away. Asa nods her head drunk off his touch.

The closet didn’t seem so small once she was hemmed against the door with her legs spread and Erik was fucking her. He was thick, intrusive and rough. The door shook behind her as her head hit the rack repetitively. “Erik, they’ll hear.” She moaned with her face buried in the nape of his neck. “Er-.” He thrust harder into her making the door rattle loudly. He didn’t care what they heard. Her legs gripped him impossibly trying to take him deeper. He hit the back of her walls every single time and she damn near stopped breathing every time he drug himself out of her winding his hips so that he hit clit and the n diving back into her.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growled chasing his high. He fucked her until she shattered into a million pieces and then lowered her to the ground peppering kisses all over her body. “Let me take care of you Asa.”

“That’s not how I was raised.”

Erik reaches down in his pocket and places the ring in her hand. “If we don’t work you can take everything…” He whispers. “But I’m certain I’ve found my wife in you. Let me take care of you.”

M’Baku sat at the bar staring at the door shake and everyone around him with someone. It was time to go. It was time to leave now. He tossed the money down on the bar waving at T’Challa. He grabs his jacket and turns.

“It’s fucked up to see what you want being treated anyway huh?”

“I didn’t say that.” He smirked looking down at her.

Malaysia smiles holding her hand out. “you didn’t have to.” She winks. “But maybe we can fix it so it works for the both of us.”

The door opens and Erik has Asa thrown over his shoulder spinning her around. “Shots for everyone. We bout to be the STEVENS!” 

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