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blackorchidcoven · 30 days ago

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Pick A Card

Your Demons

Pile 1 Spider Nightmare

Song: Venus By Shocking Blue

“ Goddess on the mountain top

Burning like a silver flame

The summit of beauty and love

And Venus was her name

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

At your desire

Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

At your desire”

This energy is so intense. You’re definitely an intense person. This pile is very personal, I don't expect it to resonate for a lot of people because it’s so particular. I get the energy of someone who talks a lot, who rambles on and on. There’s also this tension… You really love attention. I hate to break it to you but someone has cursed you. I don’t know everything but it’s happened and I have to tell you. That’s why you’re being drawn to this post and to the occult world in general. Deep down inside, you know who it is that’s done it. That bitch! It’s because you have characteristics that they envy and they cannot forgive you for this. It’s so twisted. This may be weird but this pile reminds me of a family member of mine, someone I love dearly and would literally die for. I love this pile. Your life has been hard and it’s not your fault. It always has been since the very start but you never let that stop you cause your loved ones never stopped loving you. You have a strong bond with your loved ones. This is important. Never let them go. This person who has cursed you is unfortunately wedged deep into your family. Maybe they married in, maybe they work for or with your family in some fashion. No matter what, they are lurking.

The image for this pile, the “card” is freaky. It depicts a little girl freaking out as a giant spider with a creepy cat head runs wild. I actually see this spider cat as a protector but the little girl is too young to realize. She is just scared. The cat is guarding her, and who knows… whatever the cat is hissing at could be even scarier than itself!

Cats are independent, intuitive spirits.

So, you who picked this card is the little girl. The cat is your guardian in some form. It comes across strongly. Whether you have one as a pet/familiar/spirit guide, or someone named Cat/Kat/Catherine or someone in mind with other feline attributes

(wear animal prints, have whiskers/facial hair, wear cat eyeliner, have long nails/claws, are feisty 😈 & playful)

Sounds crazy, but cats are! 🐱

In this circumstance with my family member in mind, I’m the cat.

The cat feels creepy sometimes but all you see is cute, so it’s hard to spot them. It’s sad but it’s easier to spot who cursed you rather than who is protecting you. You have just begun to think of life in a spiritual way. You are so excited but this person is ruining it for you, this gives it away. They try to scare you. They live a lie. They aren’t like you and you know it. You do not share the same values. You should get away from them. Cut them off.

This person has become a detriment to you. They are flesh and blood but spiritually they are demonic. I’m sorry but they are. They’re corrupt. They’re into satanic culture and dark society. They want to watch the world burn. They’re made of something you are not. This person just hangs on. They’ve almost been told goodbye many times but it’s never truly manifested. It will but I know it will take a little while but be quicker than you think. I’m thinking around spring you’ll swear you see change even though you feel like you’re imagining it but by the end of summer everything will be taken care of. You’ll see.

Energies:

Cancer ♋️

Hallucinations

Mass Hysteria

Childhood Trauma

Nightmares

Femininity

Girlhood

Goosebumps Books

Love ❤️

Vintage

Tradition

Stereotypes

Comic Books

Action

Art

Curses

Woman

Witch

Beef

Jealousy

Venus

The Past

Scorpio ♏️

Cherished

Spring

Divine Intervention

Pile 2 Swamp Queen

Song: Beautiful By Christina Aguilera

“Don't look at me

Every day is so wonderful

Then suddenly it's hard to breathe

Now and then I get insecure

From all the pain

I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful no matter what they say

Words can't bring me down

I am beautiful in every single way

Yes, words can't bring me down, oh no

So don't you bring me down today”

Okay, you’re your own worst enemy.

This would be my pile 😂

Okay. We get it, you also have a lot to say like Pile 1.

You have a constant internal monologue going on, you’re the star of your own movie. I sense The Star Card for this pile. You are dreamy, spiritual and weird. You’re obviously magical. There’s something strange about you. You are seriously different. You’re not what’s considered normal. You worry so much about whether you come across as normal or not but you don’t have to worry any longer cause I’m going to clarify it for you, you fucking don’t. You are weird. You do not conform to society’s expectations but not because you don’t want to, you just weren’t born to. Most who pick this pile wear makeup, false eyelashes, wigs, dye their hair, have acrylic nails…This is not to hide who you are but actually to accentuate it. You use vibrant colors and exaggerate your natural features so gorgeously! You go! You're not afraid to show your true face though. You’re seriously into skin care/self care/self love and it shows. You glow. Everyone acts weird around you. You’d be surprised why… it’s because you’re beautiful 😍

I do not sense any denial or skepticism from this pile

😆

Everyone already knows …

It’s almost awkward ��

You do not value appearances whatsoever and this is your true beauty. I sense a lot of empaths in this pile that are just now discovering that they’re empaths maybe even because of this reading!

You’re earthy.

I sense a lot of dark skinned queens here.

You’re a reader. You read books for sure but you read people too. You mind your own business and that’s beautiful too. Maybe you mind your business too much, people want more from you. They want to see you more, talk to you more, hear you laugh more and see you smile… You have many admirers. I mean tons. You had humble beginnings and that’s shaped you into who you are today. You are so mature, too mature. Some want you to relax more and have fun. Some are critical of you and want you to “act your age” they want to dumb you down to their level. They want to party with you, get you drunk and dance 🪩

This is not anything like you.

Ignore these kinds of individuals because they want to change you. This isn’t who you are, if it was then so be it. You’d rather curl up on your couch with a book and a cup of tea 🍵 so do that!

This all sounds so good, then how are you your own problem?

You’re stumped.

You’re stagnant.

A running theme in your life is waiting cause God is teaching you the virtue of patience my friend.

Ground yourself.

Notice everything.

Get comfortable but remember to work hard now so you can relax later.

Stop procrastinating.

Do your best.

You’re idolized behind closed doors. You light up this world.

No one would know an angel like you could have been through hell but that’s the truth. The dark side of this reading is everything you’ve overcome.

The color of this reading is bright green. Slime green like the swamp monster in the image. I see severe chronic incurable illness, sicknesses, nausea, actual vomit. There’s this disgusting and grossed out feeling I get. I get that you feel like a monster maybe cause you don’t “fit in” like I said. You cry about being a misfit.

You put on a happy face. You hate showing people your vulnerabilities but you do so gracefully. You feel nervous a lot, like all the time pretty much. You stay on an even keel of worry. You feel like it’s hard being human, and it is so you try to overcompensate. Just chill out. Your overthinking is a gift and a curse you’ll learn. The present moment is a gift 🎁 so enjoy it.

Energies:

Gemini ♊️

Confidence

Insecurity

Acne

Grease

Iconic

Makeup 💄

The Present

Reality Check

Money 💰

Plastic Surgery

Shots

Needles 💉

Alcohol 🍷

Mirror 🪞

Lips 👄

Mouth

Voice

Throat Chakra

Sexuality

Seduction

Submission

Scorpio ♏️

Scorpion 🦂

Snake 🐍

Mistake

Self Harm

Self Destructive Tendencies

Junkie

Addiction

Flaws

Weakness

Pastel

Accurate

Monster

Shadow Self

Ego

Virgo ♍️

Aquarius ♒️

Pile 3 Wishbone

Song: If I Die Young By The Band Perry

“If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Oh-oh, oh-oh”

I see red.

I sense male/masculine energy.

This pile likes my energy so that’s why you’re here. You like how I talk. We could be friends. Oh.

You’re angry. 😡

You’re into conspiracy theories and the apocalypse. You may be religious. You are dying to state your individuality against the other piles.

You’re vulgar. You swear a lot.

You’re like, “Fuck you, get to my pile!”

You are into horror and gothic things.

I see myself as a teenager so you must be pretty darn damaged.

You speak negatively to yourself. You abuse yourself.

You hate yourself. You feel like no one understands yet the ones who do are as bad as you and can’t help you but at least they make you feel less crazy, right?

This is a rough pile guys.

I’m so sorry for who this is for. It’s definitely for my younger self. I’m having flashbacks. I’m uncomfortable.

I have to be honest, this is the work of the devil.

I bet if you are another pile scrolling down out of curiosity you probably could see it clearly but when you’re knee deep in it, you cannot see it and even act like it’s “cool”

It isn’t.

I don’t even know what to say.

Someday you’ll realize why the devil was after your soul so bad, you’ll realize the richness of who you are and maybe you’ll turn around or maybe you won’t.

I sense deep regret. Someone who’s eating their words and really anxious 😥 You absolutely beat yourself up. You cry a lot.

You're young aren’t you?

Just because I said male/masculine energy doesn’t mean some women cannot be involved… You on your period? I’m teasing but really, are you?

I sense mars energy.

Dark humor, sharp features and tall frames. Warrior souls, brown eyes and hardy laughs. A taste for spicy food, picky when it comes to partners and the moral compass of a saint.

You may be scary on the outside but you're a little ray of sunshine on the inside, aren’t you?

Seriously. You got a good soul.

I sense Leo ♌️ energy.

People want to be like you.

You choose what you say very carefully. You tend to obsess about what you say.

I sense a blocked throat chakra.

You may have nightmares you’re choking, this is a result of it.

Pray on it.

Manifest it.

Open it.

You’re actually really loud.

In energy and volume.

You have massive energy.

You may be big physically, if not then you wear wild outfits that get everyone looking & complimenting.

No matter what you look hot 🥵 and sexy.

You get rid of people in your life if they cross you and now you’ve come to a point where there’s no one left. You’re devastated and lost all hope.

You feel like an alien 👽

This is how the devil wants you to feel

Hang on.

Survive. Then thrive.

God will give you opportunities to move on. I know you’re ashamed of yourself right now so move slow.

Be a sloth 🦥

You feel like a joke.

You also feel numb.

I pray for you, I know you’ll be given a fair chance as I was. You just have to wait.

All of our stories are different yet still similar.

I felt like nothing could get through to me, but that was my story until God moved mountains.

I was in a pathetic place so you should listen to my testimony. I was mad at the world until I realized I’m a part of it, that I matter. I realized not everything is as simple as it seems. We as beings are not as simple as we think we are.

You are not “bad” like you say and think you are. You are the author of your own life. You're the writer but God is the editor. If you wanna be bad then be bad if you want to be good be good but the beautiful thing is that we all have different definitions of good and bad.

So define yourself. Then you’ll be happy.

Your demons are real and the literal devil is after your soul. Don’t panic. 🫨

I sense that it’s just spiritual at this point.

You’re not possessed (yet)

Nothing is attached to you but the devil is attacking your subconscious. Either God is making you walk through hell (and it gets deeper my friend) or you’re trying to swim in the deep end, I trust you know which is which. (I know you do)

So if it is out of your control try to view it as a learning experience no matter how unbearable it may be (I have done this and it sorta helps)

If it’s in your control, be vigilant. Stay aware. Remain observant. Question everything. Ponder existence. You will be rewarded. Expect change and you’ll be good. 👍

Make decisions that make you happy.

Energies:

Aries ♈️

Resistance

Stubborn

Cross

Religion

The Holy Trinity

Blood 🩸

Bones 🦴

Memories

Crying 😭

Weight Loss/Weight Gain

Change

Transformation

Roses 🌹

Encouragement

Hormones

Teenager

Adolescence

Leo ♌️

Lion 🦁

Copy Cats

Regret

Mistake

Redo

Restart

Delete

Space

Advice

Friendship

Guidance

Similarities

Red

Summer

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

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writings-of-a-british-fangirl · 4 years ago

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A Lesson In Mando’a [Din Djarin x Reader]

Title: A Lesson In Mando'a Summary: You'd been a bounty hunter most of your life; you were use to sleeping rough, fighting for your life, the harsh realities of life. What you weren't use to was the soft feelings of comfort, the warmth of a family. Warnings: Like one swear word I think ? Request: N/A

A/N: I posted this about half an hour ago, but it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so hopefully this one does!

A/N 2: Let me know if you have any other Din or Star Wars requests!

PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Tradition PART 3: A Lesson In Touch

Din Djarin~A Lesson In Mando'a

Despite not fully understanding 'the Way', you had come to respect it. You particularly admired (almost envied) the beskar armour that came with it. It was certainly one of the better perks that came with being a Mandalorian. That, and the instant fear reaction most had whenever the Mandalorian walked into the room. Din (you had recently learned that was 'Mando's' real name) was quite a character as he strode into any cantina. He drew the attention of many patrons that occupied the bar, whether they chose to avert their eyes or stare at him. His shiny new beskar, along with the menacing helmet, was quite a sight to behold.

And, yet, you found yourself -on more than one occasion- staring at the Mandalorian with admiration... Affection almost. You knew it wasn't allowed. It wasn't compatible with Din's lifestyle, nor yours; it didn't make any sense, logically. On the surface, you knew that, but deep down you longed for a connection with the Mandalorian, one that served as more than a business deal, or an alliance of convenience. For a while, you had tried to asses Din's feelings about you.

At first, you were pretty sure he hated you: you did, after all, steal a bounty from him. It wasn't your fault that both your employer at the time and the guild he worked for had given you the same target, and it certainly wasn't your fault you were faster. As soon as you had caught the target, you were out of there: you knew of the Mandalorian's reputation, and you were smart enough to not want to fight him head to head. You didn't get to meet Din face to face until you had both been in the same town, both being hunting down by the Imps. You'd helped him escape them directly, and he'd offered you a lift in his ship, the Razor Crest. And, then you met his son... And, kind of never left.

You'd intended just to leave as soon as you can, to be dropped off at the next planet. You didn't want to over stay your welcome; your companion didn't seem like the type to host company. Though, if you were being honest, you didn't think he'd be the type to have a child either. He was cute: the child. And, while you didn't have many parental feelings, you had to admit the little green gremlin was pulling on your heart strings.

You sat in one of the chairs in the cock pit, with Din in the main front one flying. You suspected he'd put you there so he could keep an eye on you. And, while you couldn't blame him, you did start to feel tired. Did this ship even have beds? It didn't seem like a traditional living vehicle, definitely not built for comfort. Your eyes scanned around the cockpit, wondering if you could sneak down to the hull and take a nap there. While your eyes were wandering around, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye: the child. You smiled at him as he gazed a you. He turned his head slightly, his ears flopping to one side. The child looked curiously at you: you were a stranger, and you doubted he'd interacted with many people besides the Mandalorian. He seemed quite protective over the kid.

Before you could realise what was happening, the child had wandered towards you and was reaching up at you. You hesitated for a second before picking him up. You didn't want to offend Din by over stepping any boundaries, but who could say no to those big, pleading eyes.

You held him carefully, gently placing him in your lap, being mindful of how small he is.

"He seems to like you," Din murmured.

You jumped, a little bit startled; you'd be trapped in the moment, your eyes trained on the child. He smiled up at you, enjoying being held, and the feeling of warmth. You imagined your robes were much more comfortable than the beskar.

"Huh, I'm usually not good with kids, but he is a cutie," you smile up at the Mandalorian, "Is this what you look like under the helmet?"

You feel him tense up.

"Sorry I didn't mean offense by it," you pause, pursing your lips.

"No, its fine. Not too many people make jokes with me, that's all," he reassured.

"Well, no offence, you don't seem like the joking type," you shrug, "Or, maybe, who knows: you might be laughing under there all the time and just nobody can tell."

"Yeah, I'm the life of the party," Din dead panned.

You chuckled a little, and although you didn't know it at the time, Din's heart skipped a beat. 'That was weird,' Din thought, 'That's never happened before...' He tried to bury it, hide the thought away, as he did with a lot of his emotions. This one, however, seemed to stick around.

And, so did you.

It had been a few months since you'd joined him. Originally, you offered to help on jobs, fix the ship, take care of the child, whatever he wanted- to repay him for stealing his bounty. Well, that's what you told yourself. Originally, you believed you were in his debt, but over time you grew more and more fond of his company- and the child of course. He was adorable, and he offered a light distraction from the chaos the universe seemed to be in. Not to mention, your growing affection for the Mandalorian was keeping you pleasantly occupied.

~~~

Din was off hunting a bounty. Usually, you'd go with him, but he had insisted it would be an easy job. Besides, you weren't going to fight him on this: you liked spending time with the kid, and it'd give you some time to catch up on your sleep. The Crest wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, and you always felt slightly on edge because the Mandalorian practically slept battle ready. It was the perfect excuse to have a rest day- those came few and far between.

The Razor Crest was parked safely in a remote location, with all security measured engaged. You told yourself it would only be a small nap. Besides, the kid was tired too. You'd fed him recently, and he always napped after food. If he was tired, you might as well sleep beside him- for his comfort, of course.

Originally, you were going to put him to bed in the little make shift cot Din had made for him, but you figured he'd be just as comfortable in your arms. You made your way up to the cock pit. It was nightfall, and the stars visible from this planet were quite a sight to behold. Gently, you held the child and began explaining to him all the different star constellations, and what they meant. You weren't sure he understood basic, but the way he looked up at you, and then to the stars, you figured he was understanding something.

"And, this one," you pointed out a large cluster of stars, "Is called 'The Warrior', just like your daddy, little one. That one is 'The Queen,' and this one-"

You stopped yourself. The kid had finally fallen asleep. You gently wrapped the blanket around both of you, and leaned back into the chair. Within a couple of minutes, your eyes had drooped, and sleep had overcome you. Before you completely drifted off, you had one thing on your mind: you hoped you would see your dear Mandalorian soon.

~~~

When the bounty hunter turned dad returned from his latest outing, he was tired. He threw the bounty into carbonite, and trudged further up the ship. It was only after he'd had a moment to breathe, that he realised there was no sign of you- or the child. His heart began to race. He opened the closet, praying to find the child inside a sleep.

He didn't.

Fuck. This was bad. He should've never left the child- what if he was hurt now? What if you were? Surely, you hadn't taken the child. You wouldn't do that to him... Would you?

His last resort before tearing apart the place was to check the cock pit. Logically, he knew you could be up there, but you usually spent most of your time in the hull. That's where your bed was, where the food was, where the child usually played. That's where he thought you'd be.

Din climbed up the ladder, keeping an eye out in case anything had happened to you or the child- in case it was a trap. Instead of any sign of the Imps, droids, or guild interference, he saw your sleeping body. In your arms, was the child. Din pulled himself up and landed as quietly as he could, so as to not disturb you. He watched you for a second; you looked so peaceful, and so well rested. He was envious. His eyes dropped down to the child; he was curled into your body, with his fingers gently wrapped around your thumb. He was softly snoring, almost purring as he slept. Din took one step forward, but his armour boot clanked against the floor a little too loudly. The child perked up; his ears flinched at the sound, and he woke up. When he saw it was Din, he cooed for him, and began to wriggle in your arms.

The Mandalorian stepped forward, and reached for the kid. You began to wake as well.

"D-Din?" you ask, eyes fluttering open, and when you registered it was him, you sat up, "You're back!"

You then registered that the baby was trying to wiggle out of your grasp. Adjusting your grip on him, you lifted the child up and offered him over to Din.

"Sorry little guy, did you want to go back to your daddy?" you asked, and the baby cooed in response, "Here you go."

Din gently took the child from you and held him close.

"How was it? An easy job?" you asked.

He was lost in thought. About you, about the child, about his new found family. His heart had fluttered when you had called him daddy. Well, it wasn't technically you, but he felt it in his heart nonetheless. He had been feeling that a lot around you lately: especially when you held the child. It almost felt like he had... Like he had a family. Din hadn't known what that felt like for a long time. Sure, he had the fellow Mandalorians, but they offered no affection like you did. He didn't feel as warm around them as he did with you. He-

You were still expecting answer. Your smile dazed him.

"Yes it was, cyar'ika," he murmured, looking down at his son, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed my company"

"Maybe," you smiled, "The child did at least."

That was enough, for now.

Din was about to turn around and go back down the hull, when you spoke up again.

"Din, you keeping calling me... Ah, c-cyr-"

"Cyar'ika?"

"Yes, that!" you pause, "What does it mean?"

"Oh that," Din could feel his face heat up behind the mask (which he was very thankful for at this moment, other wise he feared he'll die of embarrassment from the deep blush on his face), "I- Ur, it means... It's Mando'a for beloved."

"Oh," you felt your face heat up, "I-"

"-I can stop if it makes you feel uncomfortable-"

"-No! No, I... I like it."

It wasn't quite a full admission of your feelings, but for now... For now, you were happy. With Din, with the child: with your family.

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Meeting the Baron (3/7)

Chapter 3. Riga, Latvia

Summary: Next stop? Riga and Zemo’s Latvian flat. Zemo proves that breaking him out of prison wasn’t an all-bad idea, providing you with invaluable information and leads, but it’s not that surprising that the new Captain America had finally caught up with your ragtag group.

Part 1, Part 2

Word Count: 4695

The search for Karli took the four of you to Riga, Latvia. And, thankfully, Zemo had somewhere there for you all to stay. He really was proving himself useful, if nothing else he had funded everything for the three of you. Clothes, travel, lodging, it certainly made things easier.

Now, Zemo was guiding the there of you through the streets of Riga and towards his place where you would all be staying.

“I heard what became of Sokovia. Cannibalised by its neighbours before the land was even cleared of rubble, erased from the map” Zemo spoke up, making you a little curious. Of course, Sam and Bucky had explained what had happened to Sokovia but this was the first time that he was speaking of it. “I don’t suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial?” he asked, the question pointed more towards Sam. “Of course not. Why would you?” he continued when Sam didn’t respond, sounding calm but you sensed the underlying annoyance. “We are here” he announced as you arrived outside his property.

“I’m gonna go on a walk” Bucky stopped, making you all turn back to him.

“You good?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys in a bit” Bucky just nodded before walking off in the opposite direction.

“I worry about him sometimes” you sighed to yourself.

“Yeah, me too” Sam patted your shoulder before the two of you followed Zemo inside.

Now, this was much closer to what you expected from the Baron when it came to housing. This safehouse, if you could call it that, was much nicer and more spacious than where you had stayed in Madripoor. The room was warmly lit, the sun coming through stain glass windows. The décor was much more of what you expected as well, the style and furniture a mix between traditional and modern. In summary, you liked the space, and if this was a safehouse of his, it was still much nicer than your apartment back home.

The three of you settled in, Sam sitting down to do some research, Zemo disappearing into the bathroom, and you making yourself a drink before falling down onto the couch. Here you were, on the run, tracking down a rebel group, but living in much better conditions.

Taking a sip from your glass, your attention turned to the opening bathroom doors, where Zemo stepped out. You couldn’t help but stare despite your better judgement, he was a sight to take in like this. Blue bathrobe, tied securely but revealing the top of his chest, letting you catch a glimpse of the silver chain that hung around his neck and just the right amount of chest hair.

As your gaze travelled up his body, finally landing on his face, you saw that he was already looking at you. Knowing you had been caught, you placed your glass down and stood up, walking over to Sam to see if he had found any information. Just anything to make it look like you hadn’t been checking him out, but Zemo had noticed. He didn’t say anything, just smirking to himself as he made himself a drink.

Thankfully, Bucky returned from his ‘walk’, closing the door behind him. “Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time” Bucky informed you all, just adding another complication into the mess you had all found yourselves in.

“Were you followed?” Sam asked, standing as you both followed Bucky over to the kitchen.

“No” Bucky answered.

“How can you be so sure?” Zemo questioned, joining the four of you in the kitchen.

“Because I know when I’m being followed” Bucky shot him a glare.

“It was sweet of you to defend me at least” Zemo hummed, sipping from his drink.

“Hey, you shut it. No one’s defending you. You killed Nagel” Sam reminded him.

“Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?” Zemo asked as if it meant nothing.

“There’s nothing to litigate. You straight shot the man” Sam couldn’t believe he was having this argument but you just smiled to yourself, knowing that Zemo was just trying to bother him. The Baron just shrugged, moving to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen island from you.

“Sam” Bucky got his attention, and you were about to listen to what he had to say but Zemo got your attention.

“Schatzi” the nickname made you turn to the Baron. You weren’t sure what the word translated to specifically, but you were sure it was a term of endearment of some kind, something that should have bothered you but didn’t even in the slightest.

“What?” you asked, turning your attention to him.

“Turkish Delight?” Zemo offered, completely throwing you off.

“Uh…” you weren’t sure how to answer that, this man repeatedly confused and surprised you. He just found out that the Wakandans were here for him and he was offering you candy?

Even though you didn’t really answer, he handed you one of the wrapped candies, placing it in your palm. “There. Irresistible” he smiled, looking you in the eye as he spoke. You had no idea why, it was just something about the way he said it, about the way that he looked at you, but it made heat rise to your cheeks and you just knew that he noticed. But neither of you commented, you just unwrapped the treat and ate it.

“Y/n” Bucky said your name to get your attention when he realised you hadn’t heard anything they had been talking about.

“Sorry, what?” you asked, looking back at Bucky and Sam.

“Did you hear what we were just talking about” Bucky asked.

“Uh no, I was…eating” you confused, blushing some more but this time from embarrassment.

“Karli bombed a GRC supply depot. There were eleven injured and three dead, and they’re threatening more attacks if their demands aren’t met” Bucky informed you.

“What? They haven’t done anything like that before” your eyes widened in shock.

“She’s getting worse” Zemo commented disapprovingly.

It was becoming even more important that you found Karli. Sam made the point that they would probably be holding a memorial for Donya and that the best way of finding Karli was to get some information on where it was being held.

And so, the four of you got ready and headed back out into Riga. Zemo lead the way, your own personal tour guide, to a refugee camp.

“Shame what’s become of this place” Zemo spoke as you stepped into the camp, looking around with a sense of familiarity but a little distain. “When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful” he told you, and his words did seem more directed towards you than the men you were with.

“It still has a certain beauty to it” you claimed, and you meant it. You couldn’t picture what it was like all those years ago but if you took away the pain that was happening here, you would find it rather beautiful.

“I envy you, being able to see it with fresh eyes” Zemo looked down at you, and he seemed sincere.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs. See what you can find out here” uninterested in the conversation, Sam took a step back from the group. “And keep an eye on him” he ordered the two of you.

“I’ll stay out of your way” Zemo assured Bucky, who just nodded before going to look around and see what he could find. “Liebling, would you mind accompanying me?” the Baron asked you.

“Sure…why?” you nodded, wondering what he was planning.

With a small smile, Zemo placed a hand on your back and led you over to where a group of children were playing. “Children usually have an easier time trusting women” he lent down towards your ear to explain.

Still wondering what he was up to, you walked with him, it was your job to keep an eye on him after all. He removed his hand from your back and pulled a wooden stool out in front of him, sitting down on a bench behind it. On top of the stool, he emptied out wrapped candies from a brown paper bag that he retrieved from a pocket in his coat. That had certainly gained the interest of the children.

“Turkish Delight” he informed the young girl who had stepped closer, “it was always my son’s favourite.”

The comment had made you glance at him, a feeling of sympathy settling in your chest. You knew what had happened to his family, Sam had explained his motives to you when he was explaining who Zemo was, but this was the first time he had spoken of either his son or his wife. He had only just mentioned Sokovia for the first time when you arrive in Riga, but you understood, you couldn’t imagine how painful the subject must be.

The girl came closer and took one of the Turkish Delights, waiting to see what the two of you wanted. “My old friend, Donya, passed away. Did you know her?” Zemo asked and she nodded. “I would like to pay my last respects. Do you know where her funeral will be?” again, she nodded.

Zemo smiled and pointed towards his ear, to which the girl hurried around to his side to whisper to him. Once the girl stepped away again, Zemo looked up at you and nodded, letting you know that he had the location.

“Thank you” you gave the girl a kind smile and gestured for her to take another Turkish Delight, and she did with a smile of her own.

Zemo stood, picking up a handful of sweets. “This is our little secret, okay?” he asked and all of the children nodded. In return, he handed them the remaining sweets for them to divide between themselves. “Liebling?” he offered you his arm and you couldn’t help but smile a little as you took it, letting him guide you back towards Bucky and Sam, who had returned.

Bucky gave you a questioning look as you approached but you just shrugged at him. “Cute kids” Zemo commented as the two of you walked past them.

It wasn’t until you all returned to the safehouse that Zemo revealed what he had learnt. You, Sam and Bucky sat on the couch while Zemo headed for the kitchen.

“That little girl. What did she tell you?” Bucky asked as Zemo approached you all with a tray of tea.

“The funeral is this afternoon” Zemo told you, placing the tray down.

“You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute. In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking” Bucky reminded him but it sounded more like a threat.

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. I prefer to keep my leverage” while it was irritating to the three of you, Zemo made sense. He was a wanted criminal, why would he give you all the information he had so that you didn’t need him anymore.

Bucky abruptly stood up, rounding the coffee table. He took the glass straight out of Zemo’s hand and threw it at the wall behind him, causing it to shatter. “You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” he threated, trying to intimidate him.

“Bucky, calm down” you jumped up from your seat and got between the two men, your back to Zemo. “Don’t let him use this against you” you pleaded with Bucky, you knew he was better than threats of physical violence and you didn’t need him beating himself up about this later on.

“She’s right, man” Sam spoke calmly, and Bucky thankfully backed off. “Let me make a phone call” he gave Bucky one last look before leaving the room, and Bucky followed after him.

“Very sweet of you, thank you” Zemo smirked slightly as you turned to face him. You had defended him against your friend, and he suspected multiple motivations behind your actions.

“Don’t mention it” you sighed, shaking your head at him.

“Want some Cherry Blossom tea?” Zemo offered, as if the confrontation just never happened.

“That actually sounds pretty good” you confessed.

He smiled and gestured towards the remaining cups on the tray, you picked one up and took a seat on the couch, letting out a small sigh as you did so. Zemo picked up another cup before sitting beside you.

“I, uh…I’m sorry about your family…and your country, I can’t imagine what you went through” you spoke up after a moment of silence. You contemplated bringing up the subject but decided to give it a shot.

You knew that the others found it hard to sympathise with him after everything he put them through and you understood that, but it felt like something that had to be said. The Baron looked at you before looking back at his drink, and you noticed his hesitation about speaking. It was understandably painful for him and you were ready to drop the subject if needs be.

“Now, why should you apologise? You didn’t even know about it until recently” Zemo asked. It wasn’t the response you had expected but you weren’t too surprised, he had been acting unphased by nearly everything happening, he was just keeping up that act now.

“I…guess I just thought someone should” you admitted, and that answer made him think for a moment. “If you would like to talk about it, I’d listen” you offered, assuming he hadn’t had anyone to confide in for a long time, “or we can pretend I never mentioned it.”

He hesitated but finally spoke. “My father lived outside the city, I thought we would be safe there” Zemo started and instantly all of your attention was on him, you hadn’t really expected him to speak about it but now that he was, all you would do was listen. “My son was excited, he could see the Iron Man from the car window. I told my wife ‘Don’t worry, they’re fighting in the city. We’re miles from harm.’” You couldn’t imagine the guilt is must have felt for that. “When the dust cleared…and the screaming stopped…it took me two days until I found their bodies. My father…still holding my wife and son in his arms” the way he stared at the tea in his hands told you that he was reliving that moment, it was one of those things that just sticks with you. You can’t forget, you can only move forward. “And the Avengers? They went home…I admit, I let vengeance consume me, but my time alone provided plenty of opportunities for insight. Perhaps I have changed to an extent since my arrest, but I still stand by what I believe. Idols, superheroes, they are dangerous.”

You didn’t say anything, there was nothing to be said, so you just reached over and placed your hand on his, stroking your thumb back and forth in a comforting manner. Nothing could change the past, nothing could make it better, and you knew that he didn’t want or need to hear your condolences. You just wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone, he had formed an unlikely alliance here. Zemo looked down at where your hand sat atop his, the gesture was appreciated.

The sound of voices approaching caught your attention, you pulled your hand away from his just as Sam and Bucky came back into the room. Neither of the noticing.

“Ready?” Sam asked, not wanting to miss the memorial. You just nodded as you stood up.

The way you pulled your hand away when your friends entered the room suggested to Zemo that the gesture had meant a little more than simple sympathy. It was something you thought you should hide from your friends, and it made him all the more curious.

Once again, Zemo was leading the three of you through Riga. You were a little distracted, taking a moment to just look around and admire the unfamiliar streets. Cobblestone streets, old fashioned streetlamps, bright flowers decorating windows, it wasn’t what you were used too, and you loved it.

“Hey, Y/n, you with us?” Sam tapped your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry…just looking around” you told them honestly, with a small laugh.

“I take it you’re enjoying Riga?” Zemo asked rhetorically, glad that you were enjoying your visit.

“I definitely think I could take a vacation here” you nodded.

“When was the last time you had a vacation?” Bucky asked, knowing that wasn’t really something you had much opportunity for.

“Uh…since I was a child I guess, and I never left the States” you answered.

“Well, I’d be honoured to be your tour guide if we get the chance” Zemo offered with a smile.

“I’d like that” you returned the smile, definitely liking the sound of having Zemo show you more of the country, maybe even more of the world.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” a loud voice interrupted, making you look ahead to see John Walker approaching.

“How’d you find us now?” Bucky called to him.

“Come on, you think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Lemar asked and you couldn’t really argue with that, it wasn’t a miracle that they found you.

“No more keeping us in the dark” Walker told them. “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison” he pointed towards Zemo.

“He did that himself, technically” Bucky corrected him.

“This better be an unbelievable explana-” Walker began but was interrupted.

“Hey, take it easy before it gets weird” Sam stepped in when he noticed how agitated John was getting.

“And who’s this?” John asked, pointing towards you this time.

“A friend” you told him simply.

“Of who? Them or him?” he questioned you, gesturing towards Zemo, accusing you of being a partner in crime of the Baron.

“Them…but more him than you” you shrugged, but he didn’t seem pleased with your answer.

“I know where Karli is” Zemo told the soldiers, tired of the conversation, and began to pass John but was stopped by a hand against his chest.

“Where?” John demanded an answer.

“All we know is it’s a memorial” Sam answered when Zemo remained silent.

Seeing something up ahead, Zemo pushed John’s hand away and passed him anyway. “Liebling?” he looked back at you, encouraging you to follow, so you nodded and did.

When John realised that you were both walking away, John placed a hand on your shoulder to halt you. “Look, we’re kinda busy and don’t have time to argue, so get out the way, okay?” you gave him a sarcastic smile as you pushed his hand off of you.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Captain America” John was clearly angry with the way you responded to him, annoyed that you truly didn’t care about who he was.

“You’re a guy in a star-spangled suit, alright? Calm down” you scoffed at his arrogance before pushing past him to catch up with Zemo, missing the look of anger on John’s face.

The other four followed behind the two of you, John and Sam arguing about how to handle the situation with Karli. John planned on fighting no matter what, but Sam wanted to try to talk to Karli, which was the plan you agreed with.

“So, where exactly are we going?” you asked Zemo, ignoring the bickering that was happening behind you.

“My associate is just up ahead” Zemo announced, which seemed to get the attention of the others.

At the end of the road was the girl from the camp who had given you the location of the funeral. You all approached her, Zemo and you standing in front of the others since she better recognised the two of you.

“Hello, my friend” Zemo greeted her kindly. “This is for your family” he handed her a generous amount of money, making you smile. He didn’t have to offer her so much, but he did. “Can you show us the way?” he asked.

The girl nodded, gesturing for you all to follow her before walking ahead, and so you all did. She took you to where the memorial was being held before disappearing futher into the building, leaving you all to your business.

Once alone, John handcuffed Zemo to a boiler, telling Sam that he had ten minutes before you were doing things ‘his way’. Sam nodded to you and Bucky before following the path that the young girl had gone, going to find Karli, while the rest of you would wait.

Bucky stood in the doorway to prevent John from interfering too early, John sat against the wall looking agitated, Lemar sat on the ground beside him, and you stood by Zemo. All of you just waiting.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea” John mumbled to himself as he started pacing.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight” Bucky watched him carefully.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronise me” John snapped.

“He’s not, we all just have to stay calm” you spoke up calmly, trying to talk the man down. Sam knew what he was doing.

“Who even are you?” John’s anger and frustration was peaking now as he walked over to you, beginning to get in your face.

Before John could get too close, Zemo had stepped out and got in between you both, his wrist still attached to the boiler. Looking between you both, John just scoffed, a comment forming on his tongue.

“Sam knows what he’s doing” Bucky assured the two men, getting John’s attention back on him. Instantly, the two men started arguing again.

“What are you thinking?” Zemo asked you quietly, keeping your attention on him.

“He’s antsy…” you commented, squinting at the back of the blonde’s head, “something’s going on with him.”

“What do you think it is?” he wanted to know what you thought.

“…performance issues” you half-joked, earning an eyebrow raise from Zemo. “I mean it, probably feels a little…emasculated. Plus, the pressure is probably getting to him. He thinks he’s Captain America, but he knows he’s not Steve Rogers” you explained yourself.

“Good observation” Zemo nodded in approval.

“Thanks. Do I get a Turkish Delight for my troubles?” you joked, smiling up at him.

“You can have whatever you like” Zemo promised you and it felt like a very real offer. For a moment, you just looked at each other, you trying to figure out exactly what he meant by that and him allowing you to do so.

“Ah, crap” you sighed, the moment ruined when you saw Bucky following John and Lemar further into the building.

“Impatient” Zemo chastised under his breath, equally annoyed about being interrupted.

“Alright, let’s get you out of these” you turned to the handcuffs, examining them.

“You know how to pick locks?” Zemo asked, digging into an inside pocket of his coat before holding a lockpick out for you. “Always prepared” he told you proudly when you gave him a questioning look.

“Of course I know how to pick a lock, who do you think I am?” you answered, taking the pick from him. “Honestly just surprised that you haven’t already picked it” you hummed, using the lockpick he had provided to open the cuffs.

“I was enjoying my time with you” the Baron smiled when you looked up at him, a little surprised by the comment, as the cuffs opened. Was he…flirting with you? So blatantly?

Once again, the moment was cut short by the sound of fighting and gunshots. “Come on” you handed him the lockpick back before the two of you headed further into the building.

You pulled your gun out of your holster, readying it in case you ran into trouble, but Zemo pulled out a gun of his own.

“Again, with the gun?” you looked at him in disbelief, where does he keep getting them from and why is nobody noticing?

“Will you allow me to keep it this time?” Zemo asked.

“Yes, whatever” you nodded, you weren’t going to unarm him in a dangerous situation, you could use the extra gun.

The building was like a maze, you had been following corridor after corridor and you still hadn’t come across anyone. Neither of you knew the building and so took it in turns to decide which turn to take.

The two of you were walking down the next corridor, passing the start of another when a gunshot rang out. Without hesitation, Zemo grabbed you and pulled you both away from the corridor’s entrance, pinning you to the wall beside it by your shoulders.

Your breathing was heavy as you processed what had happened, that Zemo had pulled you out of the way of potentially being shot. Now the two of you stood a little too close, his body shielding yours against the wall, chests falling and rising as your breathing steadied, wide eyes looking up at him.

You couldn’t have been there for long, just looking at each other, before his lips were suddenly on yours, his hands sliding up from your shoulders to cup your face. With an almost embarrassing lack of restraint, you returned the kiss with an equal passion. Your hands gripped his arms, holding each other close as an unspoken tension was slightly released.

It reminded you of that night in Madripoor, of the pull you felt towards him and the spark that he ignited within you. The difference right now was that there was no reason for the two of you two kiss, no act to keep up, nobody to convince, it was simply because you both wanted too.

Another gunshot pulled you both away from each other. Zemo took a step back as you raised your gun, stepping out from behind the corner to shoot the attacker, landing a non-fatal hit to the leg. Aiming to disable but not to kill. Zemo tapped your shoulder before you both hurried down the corridor, not having the time to linger on the moment you both just shared or address what it meant.

The two of you came to a room, your eyes widening when you saw Karli. Zemo didn’t even hesitate before shooting at her, he managed to hit her once but when he shot again, she jumped over a table and took cover.

“Zemo” you warned as he approached, knowing Sam wouldn’t be okay with him killing her.

As the two of you approached the table, he shot at the ground to keep her behind it, but got distracted by multiple small vials of a blue substance that had fallen to the floor.

“Is this what I think it is?” Zemo picked up a vial, examining it. It could only be one thing, the super soldier serum.

You flinched a little at the sound of glass shattering when he started destroying the vials, but you couldn’t say that you completely disagreed with the destruction of them. In the end, it was probably for the best.

While he was distracted, Karli quickly got up and ran for the stairs. You acted as quickly as you could and shot in her direction but missed and she escaped with another one of the Flag Smashers. Next thing you knew, Captain America’s shield was flying in front of your face, hitting Zemo in the side of the head and knocking him unconscious.

“Zemo” you gasped under your breath before kneeling down to check on him.

You carefully took his head in your hands and examined his face, he wasn’t bleeding. You checked his pulse and gently lay his head back down, he seemed alright for the most part. While you were fretting over the Baron, you didn’t see John picking up and pocketing a surviving vial, and then Sam, Bucky, and Lemar were running into the room.

You looked up at Sam and Bucky, and they just looked at you as if to ask ‘what the hell happened?’

Meeting the Baron Taglist:

@viviace @hannahbal-the-fannibal @multiplums

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#Helmut Zemo x reader #Zemo x reader #Baron Zemo x reader #helmut zemo #zemo #baron zemo #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 4 years ago

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As Far As Friends Go

Chapter 9 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8)

****TW: Please beware that this chapter mentions miscarriages and may be triggering.

Emily - March 1944

The world seemed to narrow in around them. The black sky felt heavy, draping them in a blanket of privacy where all time seemed to stop. Nixon looked frozen staring at her.

“What?” Nixon sounded gobsmacked.

She could only imagine what she looked like standing there in front of him. Her hair was down - he rarely saw it down since she was always in uniform. The icy breeze blew wild strands of auburn across her rosy nose and cheeks. Emily had rushed out of the hospital and had spent the entire train ride back crying and doing her best to make sense of her emotions. She hadn’t thought once about checking her compact to fix her complexion or hair as her body brought her back to the base that had become her home.

All that ran through her mind was the vision of John’s hospital bed and the woman who sat beside him. As soon as she had seen that woman turn, her profile punctuated by her bulging stomach, it dawned on Emily that nothing but opportunity lay before her. She was no longer tied to this man. Everything Emily had ever wanted began with her returning to the airborne division of the United States army, so she immediately did just that.

“I’m free,” she repeated. She smiled up at him as tears filled her eyes, giving her a manic look.

“What do you mean? Why aren’t you in Worcestershire?” Emily shook her head as if in awe and Nixon wondered if she had gone mad.

“When I got there he had another woman at his bedside.” A tear ran down her cheek. Nixon stepped forward with an outstretched hand as if to comfort her. Emily quickly wiped the tear away, “no I’m okay, it’s okay.” Nixon stopped just in front of her. His eyebrows wove together in confusion and Emily knew she had to go on, “John was involved with another woman,” Emily swallowed as she felt her face grow red. She couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that she had been usurped by another woman. “They met in Liverpool when he first docked over two years ago, before Italy. Almost immediately after he left the states actually,” Emily laughed a bitter laugh. “And she’s pregnant, with their second child.”

Nixon let out a low whistle. This caused Emily to burst into a fit of giggles. She didn’t know why- she wasn’t sure why she was responding this way at all. The entire train ride back to Aldbourne her mind had gone in circles trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the short morning she had spent at the convalescent hospital. The plan she had when she first arrived in England was completely shot to dust. What would her parents think? What would they say? Who cares what they had to say, Emily reminded herself. That was her new mantra. The end of her relationship hadn’t been her doing, she had done everything right. If anyone was at fault now it was John. Now free from guilt, Emily was free to make her future anything she wanted it to be.

Nixon was looking at her as if she was crazy when she finally recovered herself. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” She pressed two fingers against her temple and exhaled.

“Are you?” Nixon’s eyes were wide with bewilderment, “Emily that is.. that is fucked up. And you didn’t know?’’

“No! Didn’t even suspect,” Emily said almost laughing again, “although, a lot does make sense now. I may have accidentally received a few letters meant for her over the past couple years.”

“What did you mean you’re free?” Nixon was nearly a silhouette in the darkness though they were only standing inches away from each other. The gears were turning in Emily’s mind. She wasn’t sure how much she should reveal to him, but at this point did it matter?

His eyes narrowed. “What?” he asked.

“Can we go inside to talk? It’s cold.” Emily shivered for effect.

 Nixon took her suitcase and led her inside. By habit, they ended up back by their desks in the intelligence room. Officers filled every other comfortable room in the manor house but even so this work room was where they both felt comfortable.

“Coffee? Tea?” Nixon asked going over to the coffee station.

“Tea sounds lovely,” Emily said.

“You really like that stuff? It tastes like brown water to me.” Nixon disappeared to fill the kettle. When he returned he placed the piping hot pot on a crochet pad and set to preparing Emily’s mug with a strain of herbal tea leaves. It was sweet, Emily thought. He had such a look of concentration for such a simple task. Emily felt too restless to sit down so she leaned against Nixon’s desk as she waited for him to finish.

Eventually, Nixon handed her a well-steeped cup. He leaned against her own desk across from where she stood, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

“So what did you mean you’re free?” he asked. So much in Emily’s world had changed in the last twelve hours but Nixon was still his impetuous self.

Emily inhaled deeply, trying to think of how to best explain herself. “What I meant was, I finally feel free without a fiancee. My life, my career here, was on a timer and each day it ticked closer to the buzzer. Now that I’m not engaged I could do anything.”

“Sure, but free is an awfully dramatic word to use.”

Emily shrugged but Nixon didn’t miss her withholding smile. “It’s not like you were trapped, being engaged isn’t a death sentence,” Nixon cocked his head, “well, not complete death.”

“It wasn’t the end of the world, no,” Emily conceded, “but it wasn’t what I really wanted.”

“Then why were you engaged to him in the first place?”   Emily eyed Nixon wearily. “You can tell me,” he said soothingly, “I promise Em, you can trust me.”

Emily sipped her tea meditatively. Could she trust him? He had teased her over what she had confessed to him in the past.

 “Fine, you don’t have to tell me,” Nixon said, “but just know that I regret embarrassing you back then.” Nixon nudged his shoulder, gesturing back in time. “I shouldn’t have teased you about something sensitive, especially in front of Harry.”

Emily flushed hot at the mention of Harry. She had thought of him on the train. Then she had thought of Kitty. The woman she had only briefly seen in a little black and white photo, and a character that seemed further away the more she and Harry spent time together. If Emily had learned anything today it was that not all men were as noble as they seemed. A very deep-set, shameful part of Emily wondered if Harry weren’t as noble as he seemed.

“You have to promise, Lewis. If I tell you anything it stays here, between you and me.”

“Between you and me.”

Emily cleared her throat in preparation and took another sip of tea. “I met John at a Notre Dame social. I liked him enough at first. He was cute, still a boy, but entertaining enough. I was so bored at school and happy to have a distraction. And, I have to admit, I didn’t hate the other girls envy that I was on the arm of a Notre Dame football player.”

Nixon snorted, he couldn’t stand jocks. Emily glared at him. “Continue,” Nixon prompted with a wave of his hand.

“Anyway, things were fun, casual. And we began…” Emily circled her finger in a propelling movement, “ya know.”

“What?”

“We began having relations.”

“You slept together?”  

“Yes,” Emily said curtly, “which again was just fun and casual.” She paused, “but then I got pregnant.”

Nixon’s eyes widened. His expression said what everyone’s did; so where’s the baby? A steel hand clenched around Emily’s heart.   

“Obviously, it was a disaster when I found out. I wasn’t married, hadn’t graduated yet, but at least I had a guy on the hook. I didn’t know who was devastated more, me or my parents.” Emily’s gaze was far away now. She was falling away into the land of memory. The only thing anchoring her to the room was the hot mug clutched tightly between her hands. “I felt like my life was over. The best I could hope for was that John would make a decent woman out of me, which he did. He proposed. My parents, my mom, was thrilled and the wedding was rushed ahead. The hope was that we could be married before anyone realized this baby was conceived out of wedlock,” it was Emily’s turn to snort.

“But a few weeks before the big day I began bleeding,” Emily tried to swallow past the rock that had formed in her throat. The sorrow that had overwhelmed her then was edging itself back into her chest. “I lost the baby,” her voice was barely a whisper, it was all she could manage. “my mom thought John would cut and run. He had no reason to be with me anymore. She told me I was spoiled goods. She was terrified no other man would want me. I asked her why did anyone have to know? But in a town like ours, the size of ours, it was unavoidable. Everyone knew about the wedding and suspected the reason. Luckily, John didn’t cut and run. He honored our engagement. The wedding was pushed back but then Pearl Harbor happened, and John enlisted.” Reaching the end of her sad story, Emily finally looked at Nixon. His eyes were darker then she had ever seen them. His mouth was fixed in a taught line across his face. She couldn’t read him at all. He was probably disgusted by her - her recklessness, her lack of backbone and desperation for any man who would take her. “So, now you’re all caught up,” she said quietly.

“Emily,” when he finally spoke his voice was raspy, “I’m so sorry.”

Emily fought against the sobs that were forming in her chest, her throat and eyes. If she let the tears fall they wouldn’t be out of relief like before but tears of utter grief. A grief she didn’t have the energy to touch tonight. She shrugged, “yeah, well, apparently I was just an obligation to John. But that’s fine, he was only meant to be a fun time for me. We weren’t each others forever.”

The corner of Nixon’s mouth turned up, “careful, one may say you’re a romantic Miss Rooney.”

Emily smiled, “maybe one day. Not today, I’ve got a job to do.”

“Come here,” Nixon pulled her into a tight hug and Emily let him. She allowed her body to melt into him and allowed herself to, in that moment, be completely dependent on him. She exhaled her suppressed sadness gratefully into his broad chest. The lump in her throat grew stronger but she fought against it by concentrating on Nixon’s warm embrace, the smell of his aftershave and the roughness of his uniform against her cheek. All was well with the world, she reminded herself. Her future had never seemed more hopeful.

Finally, Nixon released her. “Ya know, George Luz is going to be thrilled to hear you’re single again.”

 Emily laughed a true laugh and punched him on the shoulder. “Leave it alone, Lew.”

#band of brothers #hbo band of brothers #fanfiction #as far as friends go #lewis nixon #lewis nixon x oc #original character #harry welsh #george luz #george luz x oc #harry welsh x oc #hbo war

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yuezhong · 4 years ago

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593 followers special! + appreciation & shoutouts <3

Hi guys! I’m back. Now, I know it’s been a while since I last posted anything as uni has been kicking my butt, and I was busy with my final sem exams. But now that I’m back, I would like to do something simple to celebrate me reaching 506 followers (596 currently) a while ago, and that is to open a discord server.

Yep, you heard me. I’m having my own discord server! :3 So don’t be shy and come join it if you want. The mods are lovely and so are the users that have joined. The criteria for joining my server is that you have to be 15 or older ! And don’t even try to lie about your age, we can tell from the way you carry yourself.

https://discord.gg/pA9au9S

In addition to celebrating my 5th milestone, I would like to thank these people, which are my lovely friends, fanfic writers and non writers alike, those who are in bold write nsfw/mild nsfw :

To start off, I want to thank these three servers/groups as wholes:

1. Jay and Co.:

@oikawasass -- Jay my spicy cinnamon roll! You are very cool person, periodt. Tbh, I was a little intimidated by you when I first spoke to you in your server. But overtime as I spoke to you more, I can see that you're actually a very lovely and sweet person in your own way. Also, I love how you can be super blunt and say the most hilarious things with a serious tone. You’re self-assured, bold and not afraid to speak your mind, and that is what I admire about you. And thank you, for being there and talking sense into me when I needed it, I appreciate that very much 🥺

And boy oh boy, your writing? *Chef's kiss* the first time when I read one of your works, I fell in love with how easy on the eyes it is. Your writing style is simple yet beautiful. Your choice of words, the imagery and the cohesiveness too! It’s godtier💞, must stan it. I especially love your crack fics/hcs and you whole aesthetic as well. Ma'am, pls spare some of your skills.

@archn my dear cupcake! Honestly, you're the sweetest person I've ever met and you're so so supportive and patient 🥺, plus I love how crackhead you can get when we’re fooling around lmao. Other than that, you’re really easygoing, not only towards me, but to everyone in general. You’re like that cool cousin that everyone looks up to and deserves all the appreciation in the world.

Also, your writing style is gorgeous and you write the characters' personality so spot on! I also love the flow of words sm ahhhj. I especially love your headcanons of the bnha boyos working out with their fem s/o, that idea is really creative!

@mizukuni -- Mizuuu, my beautiful, gorgeous sweet red date! Babe, you have come so far from starting off as a new writing blog not long ago to finally achieving 1k followers! I just wanna say congrats for reaching your 10th milestone and you deserve every one of your followers! You can definitely go further and achieve more milestones. As for your writing style, it is simplistic but beautiful: you don’t use many flowery words to express your writing, yet those simple words you choose bring out what you want to show in your works exactly, and the flow of words is just rly smooth and I stan the cohesiveness 💞. Oh and you have such a cute minimalistic art style that is very pleasant on the eyes! And lately I can see that you’re improving at a quick pace; your drawings are getting more detailed than last time and that’s really amazing! Also, did I mention that I love your blog’s aesthetic as well?

Also, thank you for being there for me when I was feeling down and needed someone to talk to, I cherish that gesture of yours greatly luv 💞As for my first impression of you, I could tell you’re a really chill person and go with the flow easily. Honestly, that helped a lot to buffer my social awkwardness and made me open up to y’all easier. So yeah, I must say a very big thank you once again to you babe 💞

@cherry-pancakes -- Diiii my sweet cherry blossom! You are the cutest person I’ve ever met sjdnjsn. Your antics remind me of a sweet little sister and that is pretty darn adorable. Even though you can be a little bit wild and spontaneous sometimes, that just adds to your charm! Plus, a little wild every once in a while does’t do harm < 3

As for your writing, it has a simple flow but it is easily understood. If writing styles were aesthetics/ sceneries, yours would be a small flowing stream-- small but smooth flowing, simple but not insignificant. Beauty in simplicity describes your works perfectly. Also, did I mention that you have a really adorable artstyle as well? Your art style is relatively simple but it is so so cute 🥺

@chizo --Guava my gummy bear! Babe, even though you are no longer active here, I just want to say a very big thank you. Thank you for giving us so many beautifully written works. Seriously, when I first met you through discord and followed your writing blog ( @izukyu ) I fell in love with your works. Something about your writing is just really special, plus I love the fact that you start sentences with small letters (Caps lock be damned lol). Your writing is a mixture of sophistication and simplicity, yet they compliment each other perfectly when you incorporate them into your works! It is pretty impressive because it is not an easy thing to do.

As for my first impression of you, I can tell you’re genuinely a vv caring and supportive person. You give off motherly vibes as well in a good way! You’re like the cool mom friend of the group who looks after everyone tbh 💝. So yeah, once again I want to say a very very big thank you to you again. Thank you for blessing the writers’ community with your wonderful fics and thank you for being such a good friend, let’s continue to be good friends in the near future!

@sourbkg -- Emmie my blueberry! Babey you are another sweetheart who is caring and so so supportive. I still remembered that time when I felt a little ill and sad and you immediately sent some cat pictures to cheer me up, thank you sm for that love, it helped me a great deal 💕, plus I’m never one to say no to cats and kitties! Also, you know exactly what to say at the right moments! Your easygoing personality makes it easy for other people to open up to you as well.

As for your writing style, it has a simple yet realistic approach. It’s like I can see what is happening in your works like a movie scene and I think that is really cool! Keep up the good work < 3! I really love that one shot with Shoto’s s/o attempting to scare him, it’s so cute ahh! And I love the ending lol, Shoto cracking a joke is golden.

@kozumie -- Kai! Oh man, where do I start. Okay, here we go. When I first met you in the server, I gravitated towards your easygoing, cool and chill vibe. After talking to you more, I can tell that I love the laid-back chill vibe you give off, you’re so awesome!

Also, even though I haven’t read much of your work, I must say I really love the way you write. It’s precise and your vocabulary really helps with imagery, the words you can help the readers easily envision what is going on in your story, and that is really amazing! Keep up the good work! Looking forward to more works from you.

@succu6us-- Anni! Babe, ahh it has been a while since we last spoke too hasn’t it? I missed you along with the others too 🥺 But now that I’m back for the time being, I’m going to be more active. Anni babe, your writing style is minimalistic yet gorgeous. I can tell you’re not a big fan of writing long paragraphs and that’s completely fine! Because if I’m being honest here, I tend to keep things simple and short as well if I can. Yet your simplistic style captures the gist of your works perfectly! did I mention that I love your nsfw works as well

As for my first impression of you, I could tell that you had a very self-assured, confident aura about you, and you still do! But you are not arrogant at all. On the contrary, you’re a humble and supportive soul! I quite envy that self-assurance and air of confidence you have dear, and I can say that I have grown to be a bit more confident in myself by having you around, so you’re a wonderful influence! Let’s continue to keep in touch sweetie.

@mysterypotatoink -- Morgann! Sugarcakes, let me just say that you are the best big sister figure we could ever ask for! You are so sweet, supportive, loving and willing to help us whenever we need it. You are our server’s big sister and guardian 💕💕 You always make us feel loved and warm inside. Personally, whenever we talk to you, it gives off the vibe like a child wrapped up in a safety blanket-- toasty and secured.

You’re so strong and wise, I look up to you a lot and want to learn from you in terms of being the pillar of support. 🥺

@needs-serotonin -- Joanna! Muffin, you’re another one of the sweetest, most supportive people in the server. You’re so honest about what you say in the group and know when to say it at the exact time.

Also Joanna, you give off a really cool vibe! Initially, I was a bit shy and unsure on how to approach you but overtime as I warmed up to you, you’re actually pretty easy to get along with! I would love to get to know you better, let’s talk more dear.

2. Deku protection squad! (Aka dps) :

@suckersuki -- Lei! Sugarplum, you are another one of the sweetest, most supportive people I’ve ever met. You are always there for us when we need it and I love how crackhead you can get hahaha, I still remembered that time when we teased you by shipping you with shinsou hehe. Anyways, back to the original topic of appreciating you, you are a great listener and offer good advice! Also, you’re very easy to talk to and give off a cute vibe!

Did I mention that I love your writing as well? Your style consists of a mixture of comedy and seriousness. Like, your hcs for the tik tok trend and argument scenario for the bnha boys are really funny; on the other hand, your fic with yandere shoto gives off a completely different aura and it sent shivers down my spine. Miss, pls spare some of them writing skills.

@babydabi -- Mei! Gingerbread, you are a another kind, loving and supportive soul that I have the honor of meeting in the dps. You are really easygoing and considerate. You are not afraid to speak up for your friends, but you do it with a careful choice of words and this shows that you’re really considerate.

As for your writing style, it is much like yourself. You know how to choose the best words to express what you want to and you’re cautious doing so. As I can be a little indecisive on deciding my choice of words, I’d love to learn from you!

@bakugoustanaccount — Bri! Dear, tbh I was a little intimidated by your vibe when I first met you, bc you just seemed so cool,,, and I’m awkward and still don’t really know how to socialise well with people. But after interacting with you more, you’re actually pretty chill! Let’s talk more, I’d love to get to know you better.

As for your writing style, it has a certain smooth flowing, poetic aesthetic. I fell in love with it the moment I read your latest fic. The way you phrased everything is just so fitting! Pls teach me your ways miss.

@bnhatrashh -- Izzy! Luv, you give off a similar vibe like bri, so I was also kind of intimidated by you at first. But like bri, I opened up to you more and here we are! Let’s get to know each other better, I’d like to talk to you more often.

And I really love, love your way of writing! Your writing style has a pleasant, smooth homey vibe. It’s very soothing to the eyes and your vocabulary complements it really well!

@cellotonin —cookie! Love, you’re another one of the sweetest and most supportive people in the dps server ahhhh. You’re always ready to support us whenever and I love your vibe! I’d like to get to know you better sweetie.

Also, I love the way you write! it’s so sweet, warm and ahh so pretty 🥺, did I mention that I love your blog’s aesthetic and theme as well? Your style of writing is mellow and gorgeous! I would love to learn some of that from you pls.

@hoekaashi — Ash! Dear, you give off a cool and mature vibe. You’re like the awesome aunt of the dps. When I first spoke to you in the dps, I was like “this person is really cool, I’m kinda scared if I mess up”, but that thought quickly faded as I chatted with you more. You’re not only cool, but also super chill, supportive and easygoing! Let’s talk more, I’d love to know you better.

Also, I really love your way of writing! It has this realistic touch and lets people have the feeling of being in that scenario/situation. Plus, the flow of words are smooth and complements your style! Keep up the good work dear, I look forward to see more works from you in the future.

@xoxo-dede — Dede! Darling, you’re bold, outspoken and really cool. You speak your mind and I like that, also I love your crackhead side. Most of the time, you can say the most hilarious and crackhead things that never fail to crack us up (hahaha, see what I did there? Ok I’ll stop) , you’re a big bouncy ball of energy that we simply can’t get enough of! Oh, and your art style is really cool too!

As for your writing style, it’s simple but has that realistic vibe, like I can see what’s happening clearly through your words and that’s really amazing! Your writing is gorgeous dear.

3. 我的家庭!= my family (tree <3)

@moonlit-xio -- Ara! My sweetpea, love. You are the sweetest, kindest and most understanding sweetheart I have ever met. You are so selfless and loving, making sure that we’re always accounted for and put us before you. You always make sure to give us the attention, love and support. But love, please let us give you back the love and attention too, for you deserve them as much as us. And you’re absolutely adorable!

And did I mention that the headcanons you come up with for us in the server are absolutely 100% beautiful and on point? No? Well, now you know, because they are. Queen ara, your writing is gorgeous, has a poetic touch and deserves more love, your descriptive skills are immaculate! The words you use to express your writings is just immaculate. Also, you’re very musically talented! Your music taste is delectable and refreshing, not to mention that you have the voice of a siren as well. Your singing is lovely, sweetpea.

@sunshhinnee -- Sunni! My darling pudding, love you are literally sunshine (hahaha,get it? Okay, I’ll stop). You’re so bright, positive and always look at the good side of things even if the going starts to get tough. You bring a warm and chaotic good atmosphere to our server, which serves as a nice distraction whenever I had a bad day or feel upset about something.

Also, your art-style is really really cute! I like your shortcut way of drawing expressions and the anatomy of your characters haha. It’s not too detailed but you can tell what their expressions are saying and their poses are clear.

@bumbbo -- Max! Bubblegum, you’re another one of the most adorable people I ever met. You’re really easygoing and chill, but can be chaotic good sometimes, I like how crackhead you can get when Sunni is in on it too, haha. I especially love it when you two send memes and funny tiktoks to the group, I do enjoy them very much! Also, have I mentioned how much of a cutie and sweetheart you are? You’re so caring, giving and strong. Always willing to help out and so patient with us.🥺

Also, you have great taste in music and you’re great at writing too! Have I mentioned how on point your headcanons you wrote for us are? If I haven’t, now you know <3. Oh, and your editing skills are superb too!

@sondering-thoughts -- Aria! Macaron, you’re another one of the sweetest, most understanding, and supportive people in our server. You’re like the server’s mom, living up to your nickname. You always watch out for us and make sure that we are doing well; if we felt down, you never fail to cheer us up by writing comfort headcanons for us and console us with the words we need to hear! Thank you so much, for doing all that for us dear 🥺 Also, the way you fluster us? You’re a pro at it snjssk, you make us blush so easily that it’s unfair 😭😭

And speaking of writing, you sure have a way with words macaron! Your writing has a poetic take in it, which is something I hope to incorporate into my writing style one day.

@what-a-creative-username --Liana! Chocolate chip! My bro to my bromance, the kuroo to my bokuto, the bread to my shinya! Bro, you are another 100% cutie plus sweetie! I love it when you’re being chaotic along with the rest of them and spam the group with memes and chaotic Youtube vines/vids lmao. Also, the aesthetics you made for us are so pretty ahh!

Besides that, you’re also really considerate and willing to lend an ear. I still remember when I was anxious and vented to you and you let me rant. Then you reassured me and comforted me, which both calmed me down successfully. Thank you love, I appreciate that gesture very much 🥺 . I miss your presence very much in the server, hope we’ll get to talk again and raise hell all together soon!

@txmxkis --Linds! Cake pop, dearie you’re another kind, loving and sweet soul I have the fortune of meeting in the server. If Ari is the mother, then you’re the cool aunt who’s always wiling to hype us up! And support us when we feel down or need someone to vent to ofc. You’re really chill, easygoing and so adorable! Even though you can be a lil mischief and fluster us on purpose sometimes, not that I’ll ever admit it Your vibe is rly pretty, and okay...I admit that I like you flustering me...maybe a little bit.

Honourable mentions! :

@cosmicskin --Lily, my dear love. Honestly you’re the sweetest person I first met on tumblr. Back then when you gave me that shout out, I felt happy, shocked in a good way, and honored all at the same time. And yet, you claim that you are not an angel. Sweetie, you are wrong. You are an angel, even if you claim that you are not. And the way you write? Immaculate, your fluff works have a poetic vibe in them and I’m in love with it. Even though you are no longer writing, I still want to say a very big thank you. Thank you for giving us so many beautiful, gorgeous stunning works.

@keigos-dove --Eli my sweet! Dear, you are another lovely soul that I’m really fortunate to meet here. I still remember that time when I asked you to proofread a fic of mine and you did, giving me your honest opinion about it 🥺, so thank you very much for that love! Also, you’re really easygoing and I love the way you carry yourself, you’re not only sweet, but also really cool! I love talking to you and the way you write? Absolutely gorgeous. There’s something about your writing that’s just... so pretty and it tugs at my heartstrings! Keep up the good work, gorgeous!

@seashellsandshores--Emmie dear! Another fellow sweetheart that I have the honor of meeting here. Dearie, you are really chill and easygoing. I like how easy it is to talk to you and rant to you about ons besides bnha lmao, it has been a while but I want to let you know that I enjoy the time I spend with you and hopefully we’ll get to talk again! Also, the fact that you gave me and your fanfic writer friends a shout out on your birthday says that you are not only a sweetheart, but you’re also a really kind and supportive soul 🥺. And boy, your writing? beautiful. Your url complements your writing style perfectly. Your style is simple, but gorgeous and I can easily imagine what is happening in your fics, like I can mentally picture the scene and hear what the characters are saying. Keep up the good work sweetie!

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Reset - Part Four: The Escape

a/n: No, this is not chapter five of Portal 2. Speaking of Portal 2, I should play that game again... Anyway, welcome to fourth, and penultimate (I love the word penultimate, it’s so cool) chapter of Reset! Please enjoy!

Word count: 4,764

Warnings: Mentions of blood, slight injury

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four: Hello!] [Part Five]

"Wake up, wake up -"

"Argh, come on, reset the system, reset the system -"

"Just let me save them!"

...

You open your eyes.

Human beings are complex machines. There are so many moving parts involved in keeping just one human alive. You've sometimes envied the alien species that you've met during your travels that function on so much less - some of them don't even need to breathe.

But you're human, almost unfortunately.

You inhale a lungful of water - it burns your throat and nose like water from a swimming pool. It hurts a lot, and you panic, thrashing around in the water that surrounds you. Your hand bangs against a flat surface in front of you, and your panic stops for a moment. You remember this - the dream inside the dream, the short vision of reality - you curl your hands into fists and start pounding at the surface in front of you.

Bang! Bang! The sound is hollow in the water. Your vision, though blurry from all the water in your eyes, clears a bit - the flat surface in front of you is glass, and not too far away from you, you think you can see the blurry shape of someone else, someone important -

Your panic returns with a vengeance. You keep on pounding at the glass. If you could scream, you'd be screaming. Your throat is still stinging and you're running out of air. You're running out of time.

Suddenly, the barrier slides down. All the water rushes out, taking you with it. You're left spluttering on the floor, soaking wet, and now you're aware of how cold the floor is. Metal, maybe?

You cough and press your palms to the floor. Definitely metal, you think, as you pull yourself up to your feet. You heave and wipe the water from your face, but your hand gets caught in a wire. You curl your fingers around the wire and pull - pain explodes behind your eyes, and the wire digs out of your temple. You feel something warm drip down your face that definitely isn't water.

You take in a deep breath when the pain disappears. There are tendrils at the end of the wire that curl into themselves once it’s out of your head – you let it fall to the floor, sparking.

You're forgetting something, you think through a haze, and you spin on the spot - and right in front of you, you see the Doctor behind the same pane of glass, also submerged in water. There's a strange contraption on his head that almost looks like a pair of headphones. The cable runs alongside where the Doctor is and into your now empty chamber.

"Doctor?" You rush forward and press your palms against the glass. It doesn't budge. You look up at him - he almost looks dead in there - and panic starts to rise up your throat again. "Come on, come on, open up!"

You start banging your fists against the glass, just like you did, but nothing seems to happen. You could wait for the glass to slide open, just like yours did - but that could have been a fluke. If he wakes up in there he's going to drown and you can't do anything about it.

You swear, and take a few steps backwards. Then you start to run at the glass, leaning your whole body forward. You doubt it's going to break, but you're going to try, damn it -

Just as your shoulder collides with the glass, it slides down. Water rushes towards you and the Doctor's limp form crashes into your arms, sending you both to the floor. The contraption on his head hits the floor with a loud crack and rolls off of his head. Your back hits the floor with a wet thump, and you don't think you can hear the Doctor breathing.

You push and roll him off of you. He's pliant against you, and your heart catches in your throat.

"Doctor, hey," you say, moving to lean over him. He's so pale. You gently slap your hand against his cheek and wince at how cold it is. "Wake up."

He's still not moving, and now you're terrified. You press your head against his chest and strain your hearing, trying to listen for something, anything - you think you hear the faint sound of his heartbeats. You sigh in relief, but it's a small comfort, because he's still not waking up.

You cradle his head in your hands, moving it around slightly. "Hey. Don't make me panic over here, you're not gonna like that."

Nothing still. You bite back a sob.

"SOMEONE, HELP!" you yell. Your voice bounces against the walls and the only response you get is your own echo pleading for help back at you. You brush back the hair on his forehead. He looks so calm, he could be just asleep, he's probably just asleep, but you're alone in a strange place and honestly -

"Hey, wake up, I need you," you beg. You rub your thumb against his cheek. "I don't wanna be alone here, we have to get out of here together, okay? Please wake up."

You just get silence from him. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your forehead against his, your own heart beating in your chest so hard it's started to actually hurt. Physically and emotionally.

"Please wake up. I know you can hear me," you whisper, and swallow thickly. Fear turns to desperation turns to courage. "I love you, okay? I love you, and if you don't wake up, I'm going to -"

"...what?"

Your eyes shoot open. The Doctor smiles weakly at you, his eyes shining with what you hope is just water. He reaches up to put a hand on your cheek. "What are you going to do?" he wheezes.

"Nothing," you breathe out, but you're smiling so hard your face might break. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and you have to admit it's a bit of an awkward position - the Doctor lying on the floor and you kneeling beside him - but he's here now, and completely alright, and that's what matters the most to you. "I hate you."

The Doctor shifts into a sitting position and presses his face into the crook of your shoulder - "No, you don't."

You sit there for a moment. Both of you soaking wet, cold, and a little bit out of it, but alive and together. You feel the Doctor shake slightly in your arms, and he mutters something along the lines of "we're alright," but you're not sure if he's comforting you or himself. When he pulls away, his eyes are still shiny.

"Wait." The Doctor's brow pinches, and leans forward to look at the side of your face. He lifts his hands to your temple and his fingers come away bright red. "You're bleeding."

"I am?" You touch the same spot and hiss in pain. "Oh. I am. Ow. Is it bad?"

"Yeah, it's bad," mutters the Doctor. You have to smile at his honesty. "You won't bleed out, but it looks deep. Are you feeling alright? Where'd you get that?"

You jerk your thumb behind him at the sparking wire still on the floor. It's only now you notice that it's covered in blood too, the red fading into the water all around it. You try not to feel sick at the sight. "I pulled that out of me."

"You pulled that out of you?" The Doctor's face morphs into one of mild disgust, and he turns around to take a look at it. He lifts it up and squints at it. "Oh, this is Gargontian technology. Direct link simulation. Taps right into your brain. Very painful, they used it as an interrogation tactic in their wars." The Doctor's voice trails off. "A whole world... in one little wire. No wonder it was so hard to control. I wish I had my sonic."

There's a loud hissing sound, then a clunk, and then the sound of something sliding open. You both turn around to see a redhead in a frilly pink dress, nervously holding her hands behind her back and standing on the balls of her feet.

"Michelle!" The Doctor cries, pulling himself up to his feet, then frowns. "Wait, no. Marlene. You look human."

The Doctor holds a hand out for you - you take it and pull yourself up, feeling rivulets of water run down your legs. Marlene grimaces, pulling away some of the layers of her dress. Underneath all the tulle is a blinking device strapped to her calf. Marlene puts her hands behind her back again and the device disappears under all the pink fabric.

"I like looking human," Marlene stutters, "and it's so easy to just use an asset you've already made instead of making a new one, and besides, humans are pretty cute -"

"Even with our less developed brains?" you tease, and Marlene flushes a bright red, redder than the hair of the body she's wearing.

"I take that back," she says quickly. "I underestimated you, when I put you under. I thought you'd be easy to control without a dampener. I was wrong."

You walk forward and pat Marlene on the shoulders. "Yeah, but you ended up being right in the end. You got us out. Thank you."

"Thank you. I never thought I'd hear that." Marlene shudders a little bit, her big eyes shining with tears.

She plunges her hand down the layers of her dress, fishing around for something - and she lifts out a familiar, screwdriver device. The Doctor's face lights up immediately. "I think this is yours?"

The Doctor practically snatches his sonic screwdriver out of Marlene's hands. He brings it close to his face, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling like an idiot. "I've missed my sonic!"

"Don't tell me you like the sonic more than me," you say, rolling your eyes.

"There's a special place in my hearts for the sonic," the Doctor replies. "Don't get jealous."

"I'll try not to."

"If you guys are done being cute," Marlene says, making her way to the exit of the room and peeking out the door, "we have to get going now. We don't have long before the Director notices you two are off the grid. Now come on, follow me."

Marlene's poofy pink dress is a huge contrast to the bare, metal hallways of the ship you're on. You can barely even guess where you are, and what time it is, although time is a bit of a given on a spaceship. The hallways are lit up with bright white lights that give everything a clinical feel. Every few steps, Marlene has to stop and peek through the doorways that divide the hallways. Her pink dress reflects the light and casts pink shadows on the floor of the ship.

"So, tell us a bit about the place," the Doctor says, clapping his hands together.

"The Director re-purposed the ship for the job," Marlene says. "She found it in a junkyard and stole it, then built everything on it and started collecting checks for simulation work. You guys were for a specific client."

"Hang on." The Doctor sniffs the air. His frown deepens. "This is a seventeenth century Gargontian mining vessel! You don't steal these things nor do they end up in junkyards."

"That's what the Director's told me." Marlene's voice is tight. "I haven't had a reason to think she was lying until she brought you guys in."

You glance at the Doctor - he meets your eyes, and you both exchange a look of confusion, though the Doctor's seems to be turning into one of understanding. He nods in Marlene's direction and you keep going, following Marlene through the shiny hallways.

Marlene pauses in front of another doorway. This one isn't opened - she leans forward, reaching out to open it, but pulls back quickly and keeps walking forward, a troubled expression on her face. "D-don't look in there," she calls back.

The Doctor stops completely in front of the doorway. "Right, what's in here?"

"Doctor, don't you think we should be following her?" you ask. Marlene hasn't noticed that you've stopped following her yet, still walking slowly forward.

"Sorry. Don't have the best track record for following instructions," the Doctor says quietly, pointing his sonic at the door. The door hisses as it slides open, and that noise is what startles Marlene - you hear her scream and her quick footsteps as she runs back towards the two of you.

"Guys, I told you not to open that -!"

The door slides open and you gasp, bringing your hands up to your mouth.

The room's full of chambers - glass chambers, full of water like the ones that were holding you and the Doctor, and full of people. Every chamber has someone in it - different kinds of aliens, some humanoid and some not, all suspended in water and all of them paler than death.

You rush to one of the chambers and press your hands to it, looking up at its occupant. Every single one of them has that wire embedded in their temple too; their skin all discolored from how long they've been suspended. You feel sick – these people are all like you, stuck in a dream they don’t want to be in – and you press your hands to the glass again like it’s going to magically slide down and free everyone.

"We have to help them," you mumble. "We have to get them out, too."

You hear Marlene make a strangled noise behind you. "I can't."

You whip around to face her and she shrinks. "What do you mean, 'I can't'? You got us out, you have to help them too! Why can't you -"

The Doctor whispers your name, moving to stand next to you. "She can't help them because they're dead."

Your stomach turns. The idea of dying in the simulation becomes a lot more real, and you reach out for comfort - you find the Doctor's hand already there, because it always is, and you feel a little bit calmer.

"It's what would have happened to you," Marlene says shakily, wiping her face. "The direct link means direct access - and direct access means you can just -" Her voice breaks off, the poor, poor girl - you let go of the Doctor's hand and reach out to her, but she shrinks away again.

"But I saw. I got in their heads. I found out what life was really like." Marlene's voice grows quieter and quieter, until you can barely hear her. "So I tried to help them. And the Director saw, every time, and she..." She chuckles dryly and wipes her face again. She seems to flicker. "They weren't very good actors, let's say."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and Marlene shakes her head.

"It's doesn't matter. I'm getting you guys out of here if it’s the last thing I do." Marlene straightens and walks out of the room. Your eyes follow her as she walks out, and you feel something weighing on your heart.

You catch up quickly with Marlene - she's walking slowly, maybe because of the big dress she's decided to put on her disguise. She looks a little better when you see her face again, but her eyes are still red and her cheeks a little bit shiny.

"I'm taking you to the storage bay," she says, "that's where we've got your ship. The blue box. Once you can get in there, you're free to go. I'll cover your tracks for you, and make sure the Director doesn't see - she sees everything."

"That's great," you say, and she offers you a shaky smile.

"O-oh, it's no problem." She presses her hand against another panel. Again, it flashes green and opens - she peers inside the space, and the Doctor joins her.

"It is repurposed," the Doctor mutters. He points his sonic at the wires and squints at the readings. "That's a lot of output for a repurposed mining ship. Does it take a lot of power to keep everyone alive?"

"Yes," Marlene answers. She moves to close the panel. "Okay, we're all set. No one's watching, let's go-"

"Well, most of them are dead, so why do you still need the high output?" the Doctor asks. Something changes in his voice. "Gargontian technology doesn't need a lot of power to run simulations, and you're running assisted ones. And if we're the only ones left alive, that means you were only running one simulation. So why are you still using increased power?"

For a moment, you reach out to stop him - Marlene's a little on edge, he's scaring her - but he turns to face you, and you finally see his eyes. The Doctor isn't intimidating her - far from it. You've seen this Doctor before. He's grilling her because he knows something she's hiding, and he wants to know if he's right or not. Marlene swallows.

"We have to keep moving," she says quickly, and the Doctor sighs.

"Do you not get it?" the Doctor says, waving around his sonic to prove a point. "We've been walking for at least thirty minutes, and, if your Director is really constantly watching, then we should have been caught by now."

"Very smart, 11A, very smart. I think I underestimated you."

Marlene nearly jumps out of her skin at the voice that echoes through the halls. "Ma'am!"

"Marlene," the Director sighs. "What did I say about helping the subjects escape, hmm? We've been over this."

Just as the Director finishes her sentence, the doors at the ends of the hallway slam shut with a terrible bang. The white lights that illuminated the whole place turn into an ominous red that makes everything seem like it's been bathed in blood.

The Director's voice is low and soothing, if not for the fact that she was the one who trapped you here. "You're supposed to be helping me, dear. Why would you waste your chance? Be good, Marlene."

A form flickers into view - tall and thin, with features almost wolfish. It must be the Director - her skin is tinged lavender, and her fingers are much too long to be human. Her smile is stretched wide over her face.

“Not anymore.” Underneath the red lights, Marlene looks like a scorned princess - and when she raises her head, she wears the expression of one. She turns her head to face you and the Doctor, and takes a long look at the both of you, her expression morphing from fear to anger. "I'm doing it for love."

She stomps toward the open panel and gestures towards the wires. She makes a pulling motion with her hands. "Help me?"

You nod and reach in, wrapping your whole hand around the bundle of wires, and forcefully draw your arm back. The wires stretch and snap, leaving a gap of sparks in its place. The lights turn back into the safe, clinical white. The doors slide open gently, and Marlene brushes past the two of you.

The Director keeps on talking as Marlene leads you through the hallways. "You could meet me," she says, almost sounding bored. "I'm in the Central Hall. You could get answers."

The Doctor raises his hand slightly, as if meaning to say, “me, I want answers,” but Marlene shoots him a glare so scathing he keeps his mouth shut.

"Shut up," Marlene snaps. "They don't want answers, and never from you. Just let them go."

"Not a chance," the Director says. "I promised my client sixteen times the detail, four times the size on this simulation, and you're just going to throw it away? I was nearly there."

"Sometimes, it doesn't just work." Marlene keeps her eyes forward. "We're nearly there. Just a few more doors until the storage bay, and then you're free."

"Do you really think it's that easy?" The doors slam shut again and the floor underneath you shudders. You reach out and grab at the wall for support as you feel the whole hallway start to move – the Doctor stumbles on his feet, flails around, and grabs your arm for support. You hear a grinding noise, like the room is travelling on rails, and the lights flicker above you.

“Definitely repurposed,” the Doctor says, his eyes wide. “Rearrangeable hallways. I didn’t think about that.”

“I’m just right beyond that door,” the Director laughs. “Get ready for the big reveal.”

The door slides open, and smoke rolls out into the hallway. The room inside is barely illuminated, save for one large window that shows the expanse of space. You can just make out the silhouette of a figure sitting cross-legged in a chair.

“Not that big of a reveal, is it?” the Doctor calls out.

“Oh, I like you,” the Director croons, and then a bright light shines above her.

“Are you always this dramatic or have you been saving that for us?” you call out. You hear a faint chuckle.

“I liked you better as a housewife.”

“Sorry, it was boring,” you shoot back. The Director’s smile grows wider.

“Marlene, come here, be good,” the Director says, crooking a finger in Marlene’s direction. Marlene walks forward robotically, just one foot in front of the other, but you can see her shaking slightly. “I didn’t know you were this good at lying. I didn’t even know you learned to lie.”

The Director lifts up Marlene’s dress to show the device strapped to her thigh – and then she strikes it with a well-placed kick. Marlene’s form flickers, then shatters entirely. In her place is an almost exact replica of the Director, hunched over and wide-eyed, still holding on to the lower part of her body.

You gasp, and Marlene curls into herself at the sound.

“A perfect replica,” the Doctor says. “So what is she? A clone? A projection?”

“Why trust others with your work when you can ask yourself to do it?” The Director runs a hand down Marlene’s face. Marlene shivers, her eyes trained onto the floor. “I forget that Gargontian artificial intelligence is always learning. This one grew a conscience. This one learned empathy.”

“Yeah, things that help you care for others,” you say loudly. “I guess you don’t have a lot of that, trapping people in their own minds.”

The Director looks up at you. Her eyes are as cold as ice, and you shiver too. “I gave you what you wanted,” she starts, “I gave you the life you wanted with him.”

“Not like that!” you cry out. The Doctor’s gone quiet beside you. “It was never like that.”

“Oh?” The Director raises a brow, still holding Marlene’s face in her hands. “Did you not want him to feel the same as you did? It was your dream. A simulation based on your mind. You made him feel the way you wanted, in the end. Isn’t that how it works, Marlene?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marlene whispers, her voice thin.

Guilt feels like looking at Marlene’s tear-streaked face. Guilt feels like the Doctor’s silence beside you. You’ve already told him you loved him and now you’re scolding yourself again because he’s heard it a billion times before, hasn’t he? And none of the times he said it back were even real. You swallow, but keep your eyes trained on the Director. You open your mouth to retort, but before you can speak –

“Actually, that was all me,” the Doctor says. You look at him, your eyes wide – he just shifts to stand closer to you. “Well, mostly me. Sans the being human bit. But I had a hand in that.”

You can’t do anything but stare, and stare, and when he turns to glance at you for a moment, he lifts his lips in the barest hint of a smile, a comforting smile, before it’s gone in favor of a clenched jaw and fire in his eyes. “Now, let Marlene go, let us go, and we won’t cause you any trouble. I’m sure you’ll find business elsewhere.”

“Let Marlene go?” The Director barks out a laugh, lifting their gaze to the ceiling like a haughty rich woman. “How can I? I control her. She won’t try anything.”

Marlene shudders, and then stills. She takes a deep breath in, growls and wrenches her face out of the Director’s grip. “But I can try this.”

The lights go out. Long, thin fingers wrap around your wrists and pull you away, out of the room and away from the Director. You think you hear the Director screech, a long keening sound. The thin fingers on your wrists turn into short, more human ones – the lights flicker in again and Marlene, back to her red-headed, is standing in front of you. She’s gripping your wrist and the Doctor’s wrist, and she looks terrified.

“There’s not much time. I’ll move the rooms, get you closer to the storage bay -” She lets go and lifts up her skirt to look at device on her calf – it’s sparking, and so is Marlene’s hands if you look close enough. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this. You have to run.”

“We’re not leaving you here,” you protest.

“I can’t leave.” Marlene’s face flickers between her human one and the Director’s face. “I want you guys to leave. Doctor, can you…” She thrusts her leg out at the Doctor, and the Doctor sonics the device. It stops sparking, and she nods at the Doctor.

“It’s a temporary fix, it won’t last for long,” the Doctor says. His eyes are shiny again. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, and that’s why you have to hurry.” Her form flickers again, and suddenly it’s like looking in a mirror – she looks exactly like you, down to the trail of blood running down your temple that’s drying now. She smiles at you, then nods at the Doctor. “Get out of here. I can distract the Director for a while. Go.”

“Marlene, don’t-”

“You said you could stay with someone forever and never have to stop moving – so don’t stop moving.” Marlene takes your hand in hers, and she smiles at you with your mouth but her eyes. “Good luck.”

The Doctor grabs your hand and pulls you away gently – “Come on,” he says, softly, but you’re just looking at Marlene.

“I haven’t thanked you enough,” you whisper.

Marlene nods at you. “Just once was enough. Now go.”

And so you run, because that’s what you do best. Marlene disappears behind you – you don’t even hear her run away, because you’re too busy listening to the way your feet thud against the metal floor and the blood rushing in your ears, roaring like an ocean. You let that ocean wipe away your tears, and you keep running, the Doctor’s hand in yours.

Through it all, you manage a laugh. The running is what you’re used to, the thrill of the chase and the thrill of escape, and you laugh through it. The Doctor laughs too, and it’s a warm sound. It’s enough to make you forget that you’re running for your life and that you’ve just left someone behind.

You don’t even notice the doors slide open in front of you. The TARDIS comes into view, blue and beautiful – the Doctor reaches out and snaps his fingers. The sound echoes, and the doors swing open, and you both fall into the TARDIS together, crashing into the floor holding each other’s hands.

Relief still humming in your blood, you breathe out, “We’re out.”

“Yeah,” the Doctor says quietly, “we are.”

Are we going back to normal now? That question goes unspoken, and unanswered.

There’s a moment where the blood stops roaring in your ears, and you’re left cold. It all drains away from you. The excitement, the exhilaration, and all that’s left is that sadness. It leaves you in a single sigh, all of that emotion leaving in one breath, and oh, you’re so cold.

“You’re shaking,” the Doctor murmurs. He lifts you into a sitting position and wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back in soothing motions that do nothing to ease the chill that’s settled into your heart. You try to ignore the way you can hear his breath stutter like he’s cold, too. “You’re alright, sweetheart. You’re alright. We’re home.”

You believe him.

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jay-and-dean · 5 years ago

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Become That Girl Part 1/2

Dean x reader

Summary : Y/n never was his type. She is the buddy type ; sexy and glamorous are just not her. It’s time to try to change that... To change everything about herself. And maybe, just maybe, this flirty smile will be for her next time...

Warning : Swearing. Suffering and mentions of unhealthy behaviors. Smut. Unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this). Kinda rough sex. ANGST.

Words : 7.7 k

Author note : This was supposed to be a one shot, but there will be a part 2. I will publish it this week (tuesday I hope).

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Dean's hand brushes that girl's palm and those adorable wrinkles appear on his eyes for her, he gives her these sweet eyes I saw only in these circumstances; his head slightly bending on the side. His flirty smile.

"It's ridiculous" I grunt, taking a sip of my beer.

"Yeah" Sam chuckles.

But I struggle to swallow. The truth is I would give my life, my soul and everything else for Dean Winchester looking at me like this just once. For him to touch my hand that way. For whatever is to come with that girl. The idea of him sinking inside her is like a stab in my chest, but I'm used to that pain.

I know I will never taste his lips, because I'm not that girl, not even close.

I'm the kind of girl guys love because they can be themselves with her, I'm the buddy type. And along the way, I became Dean Winchester's friend. He gives me drinks and teases me all the time on my tastes in music, on my tastes in food, in men... If only he knew.

It was quick for me to fall in love with him. I have never been in love before, not for real ; so I didn't really know what was happening to me at first. I never was the kind of girl that forces to laugh at men's joke, that wear pink or try to look like society wants women to be. I never faked a smile, but Dean, he makes me giggle like an idiot, and everything he says actually interests me. I'm fascinated by him.

He's beautiful, but that's not even what I like the most about him. It's like I just could read him, his soul, the way he hides pain, the way his humor is way darker than people think, that incredible ability he has to be himself, that fake harshness and the size of his noble heart...

He bends to catch the girl's lips and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the whine of pain coming up my spine.

My stomach contracts at how empty I feel and I look down at my hands. That void I feel each time I come to the full conscience that I will never feel him on and inside me, it hurts way too much. It’s beyond craving, it’s like a part of me was missing.

"Are you okay ?" Sam asks, probably reading the sorrow on my face.

"Of course" I state. "I'm just tired, that hunt was a bitch."

I want to drink too much, drown my stupid brain in fucking alcohol. The puking and hangover are way better than being able to imagine him with her, his hands on her hair, his tongue around her nipples...

I get up and go to the bar, avoiding to get too close to Dean and her, I don't need to know her smell or voice, my brain would turn it into torture.

"Whiskey please, leave the bottle" I tell the bartender.

He doesn't look at me when he hands me the bottle, not even checking my age or my eyes. He is looking at Dean's conquest and that desire, almost envy, on his face catches my attention despite my will not to look at her.

Taking the bottle, I glance at that woman everyone seems to admire. Dean's back is toward me so I can see half her face, behind his silhouette. She's pretty. A wide smile on her face, bright eyes, sulky hair and makeup ; she doesn't have scars, or bruises like me and her only wrinkles are just highlighting her smile, like she had never worried or frown.

I pour whisky in my own glass and empty it, then do it again. I go back to my table to join Sam, my empty glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, it didn't even pay, but when the bartender will be back on Earth, maybe he'll ask me. Meanwhile, fuck him.

"I'm not holding your hair tonight Y/n" Sam sighs.

"Yeah... don't worry Sammy" I shrug.

***

"Oh... fuck…" I grunt opening my eyes. "Oh ! Fuck !" I gasp before I run to the toilets to empty my stomach in the bowl.

Sam pushes the door and rubs his eyes.

"Y/n ?"

"Shut up..." I whine, pushing my hair out of my sweaty face.

I flush the toilets and get up stumbling, I start undressing, knowing Sammy will just not watch, and he turns his back on me to pee. When I enter the shower, I grunt at the warm water.

"Coffee ?" he asks.

"Yes please, with aspirin in it... What is that ?" I look at my very sore hand and see it's all purple and blue. "Sammy why is my hand all bruised ?"

He chuckles and when he washes his hands the water of the shower suddenly becomes cold for a minute.

"A guy called you babydoll and touched your ass" I hear the smile in his voice. "You broke his face before I could move."

Shit... I bet if someone had done that to Dean's pretty girl, she would have needed a prince in shining armor. Me, I just break faces. I grunt and put my head on the tiles, I'm just not a lady, maybe that's why Dean doesn't want me, even for a quick fuck...

I'm in my jeans and bra when Sam comes back with coffee. He gives it to me and hands me aspirin. He slept in my motel room, that means Dean brought his girl in theirs. I frown and grunt, my eyes still barely open. Sam offers me an amused dimple smile.

"When you're around, it's like having another Dean" he mocks.

My heart breaks.

I know it was not meant to be mean and being anything like Dean can only be a good think but... Am I really so far from being a girly girl ?

I get up and take my clothes, my too long and worn out Led Zeppelin t-shirt and black rangers. I sigh. Yeah well maybe I don't dress like a princess too... Fuck !

The door opens and Dean enters the room with cups of coffee in his hands. Each time that man comes near, something happens, like the colors were brighter, like my blood was warmer… He turns to me and raises his eyebrows, probably seeing what a mess I am, my wet hair all messy, the cuts and bruises on my arms, face and hands.

"You look like shit" he says and a new kind of stab hits my gut. "What did you do last night ? Did you see someone ?"

"Haha ! She met a guy !" Sam mocks and I grunt.

"Really ?" Dean frowns like it was beyond surprising.

"She may have broken his jaw" Sam chuckles and Dean comes closer.

"Did you fight again ?" he sighs, taking my hand to check on it.

He still smells like this girl’s perfume and I'm nauseous. I take my fingers back and show him I can move them fine with an annoyed look. Then I take the coffee of his hand and thank him.

"Hey !" he calls me when I'm about to take my bag to leave.

So I turn around and put a light kiss on his cheek like I do every morning, making him smile like a child. I stare for a little too long at his proud face and walk pass him.

In the car I take my shoes off to put my feet on the backseat, Dean is mumbling the Metallica song, his beautiful strong fingers dancing on the rhythm against the wheel. And before I can look away, I have this vision of him sinking this amazing middle finger inside her core.

Shit... I'm nauseous again.

I guess in this world of blood and violence, coming deep inside a soft sweet angel-like princess must be a relief. I can’t enjoy one night stands anymore, but he can, good for him. It's not his fault if sex makes me feel dirty since I know him, like I was cheating...

Stupid.

I just wish it would happen to me once... Having him. I know how dumb this sounds because I'd probably be dead with grief once he turns to a better girl again, but I would give anything to spend a night with him. I have to stop dreaming, he doesn't even see me as a woman.

I frown and put my head back on the window.

"Hey Y/n ?" he says, looking at me in the rear-view mirror. "Now the hunt is over, we finally have a little time together. We could do our horror movies marathon ? I can't wait to see your face when we wa..."

"You're the one hiding against me Winchester" I state with my usual a mocking grin.

It's not even a lie and he rolls his eyes, glancing at Sam who's still listening to some conference in his headphone.

"I just can't wait to eat all those candies we hid in your room, without Sam lecturing us" he smiles with his teeth showing and my heart melts.

What if I tried...

What if I tried to be the kind of girls he likes ? I mean, I'm nothing special but with a little efforts I could at least become a girl in his eyes... Would he still be able to just stuff his mouth with sugar when he's so close to me in my bed, if he saw me as a real lady ?

I look down at myself and sigh. I will have to change absolutely everything... But maybe this could work.

***

It's only been a few hours since we got back, Dean went to take a shower and Sam went running, which doesn’t make fucking sense after a hunt so rough.

Taking a huge bite of that big double chocolate brownie, I stare at my laptop, watching stupid videos of makeover, style, makeup and how to do your hair ; and if I wasn't thinking of if Dean would like this thing or not... I would probably have died of boredom already.

I should try to work on my attitude too. Swear less, sit straighter, be less loud, spontaneous, stop saying when I need to pee, drink less and try those stupid sweet cocktails when I do, let men defend me. I don't get to skip wax day anymore, I have to look sexy or eventually childishly cute, but not at all like I do right now. Boy !Being a “girl” is no fun at all.

I look at the Pinterest and Instagram pictures of those pretty girls and put my brownie down watching my belly, a diet wouldn't hurt either.

A knock on my door, Dean enters with a cute smile, his hair still wet. I close my laptop and throw the brownie in the trash, sitting straighter already, I pull my stomach slightly in.

"I bought beer" he says and sits on my bed, opening one for me but I shake my head. "Still too hangover ?" he asks and I nod.

During the whole movie, I try to watch my attitude, not spreading my legs to put bowls of candies between them, not making fun of him when he jumps. And when he falls asleep beside me, I just stare at him thinking of how many things I would sacrifice for him. I dare touching his hair and leans to my touch, coming closer in his sleep. I want more.

I need more.

***

I barely slept tonight, half stressed, half exited by my project.

As usual, Dean left in the middle of the night, kissing my forehead to say goodnight. I get up, eat fruits and shit instead of cereals and go running, drinking water, more water than what I usually drink in a week. I read coffee makes teeth become yellow and gives shadows under the eyes, so I will stop it too.

When I take my car to go fucking shopping -I always hated shopping-, I try my best to smile, looking on the mirrors of the car. Sweet and open Y/n...

I manage to hold back my middle finger when a jerk takes the parking lot I wanted. I'm hungry but my body needs to learn to shut up. If I want Dean Winchester to consider kissing me, I have to be perfect. There is no compromise.

I try clothes and I feel like I'm wearing a costume, with those bruises and all, it's stupid anyway. So I decide to go one step at a time. I'll wear normal size shirts instead of oversized and a nice jacket first, I'm not ready for dresses or too colorful for now.

I buy lace panties and push up bras then decide to throw away my other underwear to make sure I wear them, because they're so uncomfortable I will be tempted to go back... I keep drinking water when I buy makeup and nail polish, trying my best to both pull my stomach in and ignore the heavy perfume smell and the employees trying to sell me way too many things. I need girly shampoo and all, because I usually just use Dean's.

Then I lock myself in my room for hours, fighting with my body, waxing with incredible care, putting sticky things on my hair to make them shiny, cream on my skin to make it soft, mascara to make my eyes bigger… I even pierce my own ears.

But the more I try, the more I feel ugly. I always tied my hair in buns-easier to fight, run and look like an FBI agent- but now it’s down, and I look at these models,it seems dull… Same for every inch of my body. Why do girls do that to themselves ! Or maybe I’m the one that is a problem, maybe I’m just disgusting and avoided to see it for years. No wonder why Dean never looked at me.

I stare at myself and sigh. Fuck. Even doing all that, there is about zero chance Dean would ever want me one day, even just for a night. It’s going to hurt way more than hunger and wax, but I have to go further, I have to pay attention when he’s with a woman…

***

“MOTHERFUCKING BITCH !” I yell throwing the stupid scale against the wall.

It’s been three months and I haven’t lost a pound. I’m hungry all the time, from morning to the next morning, it’s even waking me at night. I only eat salad and drink water… I mean, my hands are shaking for Christ sake !

Three months of trying so hard to act like a sweet fragile angel with a weakness for sin : cute and sexy. But I’m still swearing like a sailor when I don’t pay attention and I’m still fat. Hunts are becoming more difficult because I’m weak, and fun times with my friends are more rare, because they only do what I can’t : drink beers, eat burgers, make fun of horror movies, play whiskey poker… I used to love whiskey poker so much ; the night Dean invented it, we were beyond drunk but it was one of my best memories, he ended cutting my hair and it was bad, but I didn’t care at all.

“Are you okay ?” Sam says, opening the door but I close it brutally.

“Sam ! I’m a girl you know ! You and your brother can’t just enter the bathroom when I’m in it !” I yell through the door, hurt that they keep treating me as if I was the third Winchester brother, and worried they would see my ugly fat body...

“Sorry Y/n, I didn’t know you were naked” he states.

“Naked or not, Sam !”

“What’s the problem ?” I hear Dean ask his brother, and put my head on the door.

“She’s just grumpy again…” Sam sighs and I frown.

I do argue with them more often… I didn’t noticed that.

“Sweetheart ?” Dean calls though the door and tries to push it.

“Are you serious !” I cry out pushing the door. “Stop forgetting I’m a girl, you don’t get free access on the bathroom when I’m in it !”

“Okay” Dean just says and he leaves.

I never forbid them to enter, and I have great memories of watching Dean brushing his teeth while I dried my hair, of his intimacy only hidden by a white towel around his waist while I joined him in the hot steam his shower made to talk about anything.

My Dean and I used to be awesome… But in a buddy way. I feel tears fill my eyes but try to hold them back because I really don’t want to do my makeup again. I caught him staring at my cleavage yesterday, and he said lipstick suited me last week. I have to be strong, if Dean gives me that flirty eyes, I would be worth it.

But we don’t talk that much either and… I really miss him in every way, I miss my friend and I feel lost and lonely. The sadness these thoughts bring, mixed with the exhaustion of hunger, and the pain of that unrequited love finally makes me fully burst in tears. My hand on my mouth I muffle the sounds of my sobs, realizing I will never have him, and probably fucked up the only good thing I had : That pure and loving friendship with the Winchesters.

***

I take a bite of my salad and hold back a gag. Not that I don’t like salad, but eating only that is becoming really sickening. Dean looks at me and there is no kind expression on his face, that tender smile I used to see everyday faded along the weeks.

“Take a bite” he says, handing me his burger, cheese dripping on his fingers.

“What ? No…” I shrug. “I’m not super hungry.”

I’m not an idiot, at least not completely : I knew my best friends would notice a change in my behavior. I mean, Dean seeing a change is the all point, but I don’t want to look like I’m trying so hard. So lately I’ve been putting empty pizza boxes on the table from time to time. And my outfits were replaced slowly…

But they’re not idiots either.

“I just want to check something” he says.

I can’t, after all these efforts, if I bite in that thing, I will become even fatter than I am, I can’t afford that…

“I don’t want to, Dean.”

“I made it myself” he insists, practically putting the food on my lips and the smell is becoming too tempting.

“Dean ! No ! I’m sure it’s delicious because your homemade burgers are always a success but it’s a no !” I push him wiping the ketchup that fell on my shirt. “What is wrong with you…”

“What is wrong with me !” his harsh tone surprises me. “I’m super worried, that’s what is wrong ! Do you have eating disorder now or something ?”

“What ? No ! Of course not, you know me !”

“Yeah… Do I ?” he asks before getting up, leaving his plate barely touched in front of me.

“Dean ?” I call but too low, he can’t hear me…

***

I didn’t come out of my room. Not once, since Dean looked at me that way, a sad way, like I had betrayed him or something, just because of a burger…

Who am I kidding ? It’s not because of a burger, my best friend just doesn’t recognize me. I can’t be that girl, I’m just not enough. Curling in my bed, I take a deep shaky breath, I’m really tired of crying so I just stare at the wall, thinking about what Dean must think of me. He must be disappointed, and that’s the worst I can imagine. Dean, my Dean, thinking low of me, annoyed or hurt because of me.

A knock on the door. I lift my eyes to the red numbers in the dark : 10:18 pm. Usually, when one of the brothers knock on my door, they start talking to me through it and if I don’t yell that I’m naked, they just enter. Not this time. The knock is discreet and followed by a heavy silence.

Surprised by that unusual quiet, I get up, arranging the top I was wearing because it went up my stomach. I open the door and my pupils grow, I can almost feel it, seeing Dean’s beautiful eyes in the lights of the corridor.

“Y/n…” he says with his deep voice, his right hand on his pocket. “I’m sorry I was a drag earlier. You need space from us, I get it… Living with guys…” his tone is a little sad but very kind, I don’t know what to say. “Just, don’t change who you are, please. You can eat what you want and wear what you want sweetheart, okay ?”

“I do” I nod to close the subject and ease that worrying on his handsome face.

He bends and slowly crushes the plumb of his lips on my forehead like he always does when he’s worried about me, after hunts, before hunts… when I’m sick or tired or anything. I close my eyes, trying to enjoy this without ruining it with the pain of that stupid unrequited love.

“I just miss my friend” he says low. “I promise I won’t bother you more and knock and all, but could we spend a night together at the bar ? With Sammy ? Like we used too ? I miss that.”

The look on his face is like his brother’s puppy eyes and I feel both relieved and terrified. I miss him like crazy and just want to say yes and follow him running ; but if he leaves with a girl… It might kill me this time.

“Yeah… Okay” I sigh. If he gets with a woman, I’ll just try to observe her. “Can I just have a little time to get ready ?”

“Of course sweetheart” he nods, letting go of me. “Take your time.”

After a few minutes trying to recover from Dean being so adorable, I finally managed to go to the bathroom. Tonight I will really try to look like one of Dean’s conquest, so I stare at it : the only dress I own.

I bought it after I saw Dean glance at a girl in the street during the last hunt. It is the kind of dress I thought I'd never wear, I actually never even thought of wearing one in my life. The dress the girl wore was a little too sexy according to me, even slutty. Women should dress like they want to, but I wasn't ready for that super short red bustier dress, with boobs everywhere calling for attention.

Yet, I have to become that girl, that's the whole point. If Dean likes his women bundled up in skinny dresses, so be it.

I sight, looking at the girdle I have to wear to put that dress on, I empty my lungs and compress my stomach the more I can. Taking the dress, I hesitate, maybe this is too much.... But this is the prize to pay if I want any chance that Dean would look at me ; tonight I'm going to be that girl.

The dress is simple but very sexy. Black taut fabric hugging me tight, with a cleavage like a bra, and straight straps, useless because the dress is so tight it holds me. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh, I'm not enough.

I put makeup, just mascara and lipstick, and right now I have trouble thinking I don't look like a whore, but I try to remember those girls Dean likes wear more makeup and even sexier closes, so...

A knock.

"Y/n ?" Sam says. "If you don't get out of this bathroom, Dean will be drunk before we reach the bar.

Shit, the short dress is so tight that my panties are showing.

"Yeah, go to the car, I'm ready !" I state through the door, taking off my panties.

I have no underwear that would be good with this dress... It is short, but not too much, and it's tight, so no one will see anything when I sit. I look at myself in the mirror and decide I just won't wear panties. I take my black leather jacket and leave the bathroom trying to hide I'm shaking.

***

When I enter the garage, Sam and Dean are sitting on the edge of Baby, with Led Zeppelin playing. The girdle is hurting me but I stay straight, trying to look casual.

The two men's eyes widen and I have no idea how I am supposed to understand their look but I try not to think of it. I give them a shy smile, like I was begging them not to judge. I was waiting for a comment or anything, but they just stay totally silent.

In the car I don't know how to sit, I always put my feet on the seat but there is no way I can do that now, so I just stay there, held upright by this awful prison compressing my ribs and stomach.

Dean checks on me on the rear-view mirror, his face totally neutral, like he was hiding whatever he is thinking... A few months ago, I would have made fun of him, I would have asked him what was wrong with me, I would have told him to look at the road -I always did that when I caught him staring at me in the mirror-, but now, I just look down.

Being sexy is also feeling sexy, the woman on the video said. I'm not really the kind of woman that feels sexy, but I could try. The problem is, each time I try to focus on sexy things to make this work, I end up thinking of Dean, of when his beautiful hands land on me, of his smell and his shoulders, of his mouth... And in the end, I'm felling more horny than sexy. I guess not wearing panties is kind of sexy...

***

The bar is not too crowded but loud, the sound of pool balls shocking on each others, and the manly laughs of men drinking alcohol. Tugging at my dress, I look around to see if any girl could catch Dean's attention : maybe that girl at the bar, but she seems to be with a man. People are looking at me, I'm not used to it, I feel like my lack of underwear is written on my face.

When he passes behind me, Dean puts a hand on my back, sending a shiver all along my spine. He always does that, but I'm usually wearing real clothes.

"What do you want to drink sweetheart ?" he says and I hesitate.

Alcohol is caloric, I can't really afford to drink it. After a long hesitation, I decide a whiskey would make me forget all those eyes on me.

Taking the first sip of the amber liquid, I close my eyes. This taste reminds me of some good memories when Dean and I stayed in the kitchen to talk, slowly sipping and smiling at each other.

"Pool ?" Sam asks pointing the other side of the bar with his beer bottle.

"Yeah I don't know" Dean looks down, making me wonder... He always loved pool.

"Come on Dean !" I smile raising up, the evening is supposed to be about saving my friendship with him.

He frowns like something was hurting him, his beautiful mouth forming a pout, his dark green eyes searching my face. I can't read him. He doesn't look at me like he always did, but not like he looks at those girls either. My smile fades and the air becomes thick.

He gets up slowly and brushes past me when he walks to the pool.

"Okay, but you stay with me" he grunts.

I follow him and notice eyes are moving with me. I know what's happening : I must be embarrassing him, that’s why he acts weird. I swallow hard and watch him take cues, the muscles of his jaw are clenched.

"So Y/n... This dress..." Sam whispers close to my ear. "Is it just to make Dean mad or is there a guy you want to go home with ?"

My heart stops.

"Dean ?" I just say searching his eyes, but he laughs. "Why..."

I can't finish my sentence because Dean gets close to me to give me the cue he prepared. His handsome face still pretty stern, he offers me to start.

The air is still thick and Sam's words turn in my head, bouncing in every directions, banging in my head like a lost bat. What does that even mean ? Dean must be disappointed in me, maybe little a big brother wouldn't want to see his sister wear a slutty dress... Maybe what he meant was that, as Dean wanted a friendship night, dressing like I'm waiting to leave them for a one-night stand is annoying. I don’t know who I am anymore, or how I am supposed to behave.

"Y/n..." Dean calls me from the other side of the pool. "You never lose at this game, even against me... Are you okay ?"

"Yes I..."

Pretty girls don't win against the man they want, they make them feel strong and all those bullshit that polluted my brain. I'm distracted and I have no idea what to think again. Right now, I just dream of becoming the old me again, slap his ass when I win just to mock him, make him pout, drink like him, swear and get rid of that awful pain on my ribs.

"I just need another drink" I finally chose to answer. "Whiskey ?"

He nods in a frown and I leave toward the bar.

When I order a drink, this time, the bartender looks at me, and even if it's not the same place and the same man, I can't help but think it has something to do with how I look tonight.

"There sweetheart" he smiles and I shiver at the nickname I only heard from Dean's mouth. "Tell me... Those guys ?" he points his chin to Sam and Dean.

"What ?" I glower, completely forgetting the have-a-flirty-smile-all-the-fucking-time rule.

"You know… are you with one of them ?" he says with an actually kind corner smile.

"No" I state and his grin spread to his whole mouth.

He is cute, dimples on his soft face, dark caramel-colored skin, warm black eyes highlighted by thick black curled lashes. And the softness on his features finally make me give him back a smile.

"Good because I couldn't fight any of them" he chuckles with a hint of shyness.

I chortle lightly at how right he is without knowing it. I search his face; he seems sincere and kind, there is something calming about him, no violence, no pretention.

"Hi" a man appears behind me. "Can I buy you a drink ?"

I turn to him, confused, and see in the corner of my eyes that the bartender is looking down.

"No" I smile. "Thank you but I already have a drink."

The man sighs and leaves, muttering something that I probably would hate to hear ; and a few months ago I would have made him repeat.

"Daryll" the bartender says.

"Y/n" I state.

"Let me offer you this drink..." his charming dimples appear again. "It's rare enough to see a beautiful young woman ordering whiskey.”

For the first time in a very long time, I could actually picture myself spending a night with that guy and just this feeling is already amazing : It’s like I was free, my heart belongs to Dean but, if he doesn’t want me, maybe I could at least lend my body to a kind man. I look down at my glass and forget that he hits on me just because of the dress for an instant. Daryll is really cute and smiling to him is not an effort.

"Are they your brothers or something ?" he asks, putting his arms crossed on the counter.

"No..." I turn and catch Dean's eyes but look down. "Friends."

"Oh..." he says with a pained look. "One of them is an ex or a crush ?"

I give him a sad smile, not knowing what to answer.

"Okay... Maybe you want me to leave you alone" he sighs but I shake my head, taking a sip of alcohol to swallow the lump in my throat.

“No” I give him a reassuring smile. “It’s not new… Don’t worry.”

But his eyes leave mine to look behind me with a strange expression, something weirdly close to submission.

"Y/n" Dean's voice calls me from behind and I freeze. "Can I just... Talk to you ?"

I take a deep painful breath and turn slowly to see him, his sweltering charisma emanating of him, and just like that, my calming feeling of being able to see myself kiss -or more- Daryll fades. Dean eclipsing the entire world.

"Talk ?" I raise my eyebrows.

He just nods so I glance at the cute bartender.

"I... I'll be back" I say with no joy and he gives me a polite but disappointed smile.

Dean starts to walk and I follow, looking at his shoulders, afraid of the discussion coming. He doesn't stop anywhere in the bar and leads me outside. It’s still warm ; I look up to see the stars shining behind the feeble lamppost light.

“Y/n” he turns around to face me, his bow legs lightly spread like he needed to be hitched to the floor. “What is that ?”

I can’t read his body language.

“What is what ?” I mutter, ready for reproaches.

“You know every man here is trying to find a plan to bring you home…” he grunts.

“Well each time you go somewhere, it’s the same…”

He crosses he arms looking up while he takes a deep inhale. An overwhelming urge to cry strangles me and I decide to leave, opening my purse, I start looking at my phone to call a cab and walk toward the side of the bar.

Dean grabs my arm firmly.

“Where are you going ?” he asks, still pretty stern.

“I just want to go home, De…”

But I can’t finish my sentence because he pushes me against the wall, both hands making sure my shoulder touches the concrete. And before I can register any of what’s happening, his lips meet mine.

Taking a deep inhale by his nose, he crushes those plumb lips made of dream on mine and my body reacts in a thousand ways. Pure electricity roam my skin and muscles, my heart seems to grow twice his size and his beatings fasten so hard my own blood is making me high ; every erogenous part of my body takes fire and a hot slick drips between my thighs instantly.

I don’t move but Dean cups my face and kisses my mouth again, gently taking my upper lip between his. Parting my lips slightly, I feel his tongue graze me. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, he bends his head on the side a little and invades my mouth like he could only breathe through me.

I could stay like this my whole life, completely lost in the perfect feeling of his face so close, in the taste of him… But he’s eager and his hands leave my cheeks to rub my shoulders and down my arms. I didn’t know my body could feel so intensely…

A moan escapes me and his lips leave my mouth suddenly, letting it wet and swollen, open and burning. His nose grazes my ear, sending shivers run all over me, and he starts leaving open mouth kisses along my throat.

By the time his hands reach my waist, I’m shaking. His fingers are like conquerors, winning every battle, pushing boundaries. They go down my ass and squeeze it strongly, crushing me to his own waist.

This is happening.

My inner walls clench at this thought and my head falls back, only held by the concrete. He goes lower, catching the hem of my dress, slowly pulling it up, his nails scratching the back of my thighs. Another moan.

When my dress is just under my intimacy, he harshly grabs my legs and carries me easily, encouraging me to wrap them around his waist. I do.

He doesn’t take us far, just turning on the side of the bar, where the light of the lamppost doesn’t go, pushing me against the wall, his hips eagerly crushing his erection against me. His lips claim me again and, when they do, my body finally allows me to move.

I grab his neck and scratch the back of his head, rolling my hips against him. That craving I endure since I know him finally about to be satisfied. He groans in my mouth.

“Fuck…” he bites my lip, his hips joining the movement of mine, and through the rough fabric of my dress and his jean, his hard length press on my sensible clit.

“Anh!” I cry out, clinging to him. “Oh… God” I inhale, the girdle blocking my lungs in a pain my brain just registers as pleasure, because each of my cell is illuminated with it for now.

“Y/n…” he whines, his teeth teasing my pulse point.

My hands dare going lower, slipping inside his collar to feel the intoxicating move of his upper back muscles. The circle movements of my hips makes my dress slip higher and when my folds come into contact directly with his crotch, sweat breaks through my skin.

“Oh fuck…” I moan, my hips starting to shake.

His hands grab my ass to rub me more against him and I can notice his fingers searching my panties.

“No panties Y/n…” he states in a growl, bending to bite the part of my boobs accessible on my cleavage. “You’re soaking my jeans sweetheart.”

I nod and tug at his hair to dig my tongue between his perfect lips again. His hand falls between us and scrape my inner thigh, at the closeness of his fingers, my walls clench again, like it was trying to catch him. His fingers finally reach my folds and slip between.

“Dean !” I cry out. “Dean… Dean… God… Dean !”

My legs are spread wide to cling to him, so when his thumb find my clit, his middle finger encounter no trouble to reach my entrance, caressing it and pushing on it.

“Pleeease…” escapes my lips in a wail and he smiles in the kiss.

Torturing me, his finger keeps pushing on my entrance without really entering me and I have never felt so empty. I’m pathetically trying to come closer, but that’s impossible.

The tip of his middle finger finally pushes inside me and my pussy flutters. His free hand come up to grab my hair, I gasp but he doesn’t hurt me, he just tugs firmly but slowly at it to have access to my throat. He sucks a hickey on the side of it, and I let him mark me like I was his. I am, really.

His strong finger enters me in one go, making me choke in ecstasy. He doesn’t wait and slips another, grunting when he pushes deep.

I have dreamed of Dean since forever, I have pushed my own fingers inside of me thinking of him… But nothing could have prepared me for this. I’m soaking his hand, nothing ever made me that wet ; and when he crushes his hips on me in a low moan, making his digits go deeper, I can’t help but come.

I’m silent, my lungs crushed by their prison, my blood burning in my head and cleavage. Gasping for air, I feel my walls crush him and electricity shocks my whole body.

A deep growl vibrates inside him. He takes his hand off of me a little too fast and I hiss. His trembling hand attacks his belt but it's too slippery so he changes hand, putting the wet one on the wall behind me, and the other between us to free is aching cock.

When he pushes his clothes down a bit, I can’t help but look down, biting my lips. Here it is, what I crave inside of me all the time, precum nonchalantly dripping of it, red and swollen. Beautiful.

“Dean… Take me” I plead.

“Yes” he groans. “Yes…” he repeats for himself.

He lines his length with my entrance and I can’t help but moan and pant, still looking down to see his length disappear slowly inside me. When he pushes in, it’s harsh and faster than I had anticipated. A sharp pained pleasure makes me cry out loud.

The hand on the wall finds my mouth and crushes on it to silence me. In the deep inhale I take through my nose, I can smell myself.

He’s big. For a second my heart panics, like I couldn’t take him, but my walls flutter and while he doesn’t move, I have time to adjust to him.

“Are you okay ?” he pants in my ear, tickling me with his breath.

I nod despite his strong hand holding my face.

He doesn’t wait longer, withdrawing almost completely before he powerfully pushes in again, making my eyes roll in my skull. A loud scream is muffled by his large palm taking half my face.

“Fuck… Y/n… How can you be so…” but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

Grunting like a wild beast, he starts thrusting in me like he had waited for it as much as me. His powerful body carrying me like I weighted nothing. My ribs hurt but I don’t care at all because it can almost feel his cock between them. It’s like he was everywhere.

I love you, I think loud. Just because I’m used to say that when I think of him.

“Y/n…” he moans, and the hand on my face becomes so strong I think it could bruise my jaw.

I can feel his own pleasure, the sweat on his forehead, the shakes on his chest, the pleas in his groans, and the throbs of his cock deep inside of me. I grab his ass, slipping my hand inside his jeans to dig my nails in it, encouraging him to take me harder, even if I don’t know if I can take harder, simply because I never had it.

When his thrusts turn to hard beats of his hips, I scream in his hand and my toes curl in my shoes.

“Fuck ! F-Fuck ! Fff…” his voice is intoxicating.

Fireworks explode everywhere in my body and I’m quite sure this is an orgasm until the real thing strikes like a lightning.

My stomach contracts like I had a cramp and my thighs squeeze him stronger than I thought possible, my walls milk him and my head is spinning. I have never felt a pleasure so intense and tears soak my face.

“Oh G-G-GOD !” he cries out like he hadn’t anticipated the intensity of my orgasm at all.

He stills deep inside of me and empties himself in a wail, grabbing my jaw brutally and clumsily to crush his lips on mine. His hips start to thrust lazily after he had stilled totally and his behavior changes. He wipes my tears, gently kisses my cheeks and rubs my neck like he was trying to erase the marks his body roughly let on me.

My brain starts to register what’s happening and I look at him, amazed by his beauty and the feeling of him. I didn’t think it would be possible to love him more…

But, when I can’t help but smile to him, the look on his face hits me like a hundred punches in the guts.

He already fucking regrets.

No flirty smile. Not even a kiss.

Regret.

What was I thinking ?

After Heaven, it’s like I was thrown in Hell. I push on his lower stomach to make him withdraw, and he does, my feet reach the floor again. Not looking at me, he puts his now soft cock back in his pants, closing his belt in a disapproving shake of his head.

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I can taste blood in my mouth. The world is spinning. His cum is dripping out of me, along my thighs and I look down to see it. Grabbing my purse on the floor, I take a tissue from it and wipe my thighs, an intense feeling of shame making me nauseous.

He watches me struggle with it and offers me to take the tissue to throw it away with a movement of his hand. I’m so stupidly in love with him, I have the paranoid feeling he just wants to take that back from me… I give him the tissue and he wipes his thumb when cum reaches his skin.

“Are you okay ?” he asks, like I could be.

I nod looking down, tugging at my dress to hide this body I now definitely hate.

“I didn’t hurt you sweetheart ?” he insists.

“No Dean…” I find my voice.

“Good” he states with that serious low voice of him.

“I want to go home” I say faking a casual tone.

“Sure” he nods. “Let me get Sam and your jacket…”

He gets closer and puts one of those usual friendly kisses on my temple.

I did it. I made Dean want me. But this victory just really doesn’t feel like one…

(To be continued...)

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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How are you doing today? It’s only 1:56AM, but so far I’ve just ate a bowl of ramen and watched a couple YouTube videos. What was the best thing that happened to you today? My ramen was quite delicious, ha. Which cell phone network are you on? Verizon. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? Yesss. What was the last book you've read? I just finished, “The Secret She Kept” by Elle Gray and I’ve started, “Autumn’s Strike” by Mary Stone.

Are you hungry right now? No, I just finished eating. What was the last thing you've had to drink? Water. How often do you visit this website? I’m on Tumblr all the time. Do you like frogs? No. Are you afraid of dying? Yes. Do you like bananas? I love bananas. Do you like the show American Dad? Meh. It has its moments, but overall I’ll pass. I don’t ever watch it by my own choosing, I just catch it here and there because my family watches it. What TV show do you miss the most that's no longer on TV? Gilmore Girls, Degrassi, and True Blood come to mind first. Are you currently fighting with someone right now? No. Is your life full of drama? No. I have other stressful things I’m dealing with, but not of the drama variety. How long can you hold your breath underwater *shrug* Where's the last place you've been to out of state? When I went to Arizona to visit my grandparents about 6 years ago. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? No. What letter does your last name start with. -- What are you listening to right now? I’m watching Gilmore Girls. Have you ever had a pet that died? Yes. Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? Trackpad. Do you consider yourself politically intelligent? No, not at all. Have you ever done any volunteer work? Yeah, I’ve done a lot with Girl Scouts, school clubs, and class assignments. Do you like the Beatles? I like some songs. Is it night time where you're at right now? Yeah, it’s 2:08AM. Do you like steak? Nope. Do you eat healthy? No, I definitely don’t. How often do you work out? I don’t. What was the best gift you've ever received? I couldn’t possibly choose. Have you ever participated in a spelling bee? Nope. If you could have one wish right now, what would it be? Good health. Do you owe anyone an apology right now? I kind of do. Are you the jealous type of person? I can be, but it’s not something I feel much. Or at least haven’t felt in a long time. I feel envy more. Have you ever tried doing yoga? Nah. Do you like getting massages? I’ve never gotten one. Would you rather be too hot or too cold? Cold. Are you good at telling jokes? No, I’m pretty much the worst. I don’t tell many jokes. When was the last time you've attended a sleepover? Several years ago. Tell me one of your pet peeves. Eating sounds. Do you wear glasses? I do. Do you like to keep your nails painted? I haven’t painted my nails for the past few years. Have you ever had a pedicure? Nope. What is your favorite smell? I have several favorites. Do you like the TV show Full House? I do. Would you rather listen to country music or rap music? I like both. Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? Nope. Have you graduated high school yet? Uh, yeah, back in 2008. What kind of person were you in middle school? Quiet, shy, awkward. Nothing has changed. Do you have any major regrets in your life? I have a few. :/ Do you like pixie sticks? Eh. I did as a kid, but I don’t have much interest in them the older I get. Do you like French toast? Mmm, yes. Are you a fast typer? I am. Are you good at doing math in your head? Nope. Or at all. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? Yeah. Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? I do. I love my caffeine. Do you like watching Football? Nope. Or an sport. What language do you wish you could speak? Spanish. Do you know a lot about history? No, I wouldn’t say that. If we could travel back in time, where would you travel to? Can I travel back to childhood? Would you ever consider joining the military? No. I couldn’t anyway, I’m physically disabled. Are you a cigarette smoker? No. Have you ever done something you didn't want to just to look cool? That’s kind of how it was when I used to drink and smoke. I wasn’t a big drinker or smoker, only did so socially, but still. I also did so on my own accord, I’m not blaming anyone, and I’m not going to say I hated all of it because I did have good times, but there was a big part of me that did so because I felt I had to. My friends liked to do it and I wanted to partake with them and not sit out on the sidelines by myself. It’s just that truth be told I think I would have rarely drank at all if it weren’t for that and likely would have never smoked. It had its fun moments, but I didn’t feel the need to partake all the time like they did. Do you like zombie movies? Nah. Have you seen The Hunger Games? Yep, all of ‘em. Do you have a favorite piece of clothing? All my graphic tees, t-shirt dresses, leggings, and lounge shorts. All my comfy clothes, basically. Do you own any Uggs? Nope. Are you wearing any rings on your fingers? No. Name a TV show that you absolutely can't stand. Most sitcoms today. Do you have any unusual talents? No. Or any kind of talent. Do you look like your age? *shrug* I’ve been told I look younger. Do you feel confident in a bathing suit? Nooo. Do you do a lot of online shopping? I do. Do you like the Harry Potter films? Yeah. Do you judge people based on their sexual orientation? No. I care about who a person is, their personality, and whether we vibe. Have you ever been told you had an accent? No. Have you ever ridden an elephant? Nope. Are you allergic to pollen? I do have seasonal allergies. Have you ever eaten sushi? Ew, yes. Not a fan. If so, do you like it? Nope. Are you a fan of anime? No. Would you rather play Xbox or Playstation? Playstation. Are you a big fan of seafood? I don’t like seafood at all. What kind of food are you craving right now? I’m good right now. Are you currently in a relationship? No. If not, are you happy being single? Yeah, it’s for the best. Do you like to go fishing? No. Are you a fast runner? I used to be. I don’t have the energy or strength anymore for that.

Have you ever worked at a fast food place? Nope. What's on your mind right now? Now I’m thinking about food cause of some of the previous questions. Are you texting anyone as you're taking this survey? No. Have you ever had a nasty rumor spread about you? No. Have you ever sent someone sexual pictures of yourself? No. Do you like who you are on the inside or the outside more? Neither. :/ Are you good at drawing? No, I have no artistic abilities. Do you know how to dance? Nope. What's your favorite reality TV show? Catfish, Teen Mom OG, Teen Mom 2, The Voice... Do you think Kim Kardashian deserves to be famous? I don’t care. Are you excited for Christmas this year? I’m always excited for Christmas. Do you celebrate Halloween? I mean, I put up some decor, watch scary movies, and partake in treats. I stopped dressing up and carving pumpkins a few years ago. Have you ever had a concussion? No. Do you pretend to be someone you're not? No. I certainly wouldn’t pretend to be... *gestures vaguely* this. Do you listen to heavy metal music? No. Were you sad when Michael Jackson died? I was just surprised. Do you have more upper or lower body strength? I barely have any strength anymore it feels like, but I used to have really great upper body strength. Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No, and never want to be. Do you like hot tubs? No. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? No. Have you ever donated money to a charity? Yes. Do you get bored easily? More so nowadays. I didn’t used to. Have you ever peed your pants in public? Maybe as a little kid. Are you afraid of roller coasters? Yes, except for the Cars and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad roller coasters at Disneyland. Are you good at doing tongue twisters? Not really. What was the last movie you've seen in theatres? Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. Have you ever been to a drive-in movie? Yeah, a few times but it’s been a long time. I’ve been wanting to go to one, though. Are you good at doing fractions? Meh. I’m alright. Me and math don’t get along, but I could do some things somewhat. What is your favorite holiday? Christmas and Halloween. Do you prefer Apple or Android? Apple. Would you rather have a tablet or a computer? Computer. Do you like things that are touch screen? Yeah. What age did you have your first kiss at? 16. Do you regret losing your virginity to whoever you lost it to? I’m still a virgin. Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Yes. Do you like the color lime green? Sure. What are your plans for tomorrow? I don’t have any. Would you rather wear jeans or yoga pants? Yoga pants. Do you like your clothes to be baggy and comfortable or tight and revealing Baggy and comfy. Do you wish you could change something about your hair? Yeah, it’s really not a good look right now. I pretty much chopped it off a couple months ago for reasons and it’s in that awkward phase as it grows out. I want it to be longer and dyed red again because currently it’s all natural and I don’t like it. Have you ever gotten a makeover? Yeah. Do you get mad easily? No. but I get frustrated and irritable easily. Have you ever punched someone in the face? No. Do you think the minions from Despicable Me are cute? Ehh. Did you have a Gameboy as a child? I did. Would you rather have chocolate or gummy worms? Chocolate. I’m not a gummy fan. What are your favorite pizza toppings? Extra cheese, garlic, green onions, spinach, cilantro, crushed meatballs, and pesto. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. I don’t have any talent. Do you make good sandwiches? I think theyr’e better from a deli or when my mom makes them haha but sure. Would you rather get high or get drunk? High. Have you ever failed a drug test? Nope. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? I actually haven’t seen them. What is one thing you need to work on to make yourself a better person? I have a few things I need to work on.

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demivampirew · 5 years ago

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Keep Calm and Go to London Chapter 7

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Triggers: smut

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Henry was in the kitchen preparing dinner and you were in the living room playing with Kal. He enters the room announcing that the dinner was almost ready. You got closer to him, grabbed him by the hips and kissed him. You were listening to a playlist made by Henry of some of his favourite songs. You could recognize most of the rock ones, but had absolutely zero knowledge when it comes to country music. You decided to change the music and "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston started playing while you started dancing to the rhythm. Henry watched you dance, standing by the kitchen door with his arms crossed and a grin. You looked at him and made gestures for him to join you but he refused. You continue insisting while pouting.

"Somebody oo Somebody oo Somebody who loves me yeah Somebody oo Somebody oo To hold me in his arms oh I need a man who'll take a chance On a love that burns hot enough to last So when the night falls My lonely heart calls"

You put extra emotion to the movements when the song hit that part and Henry couldn't resist it any more, he sighed and joined you. He took your hand and made you turn around, and then put you closer, he was trying to dance, but clearly had no idea how to do it, but you thought that he couldn't be cuter. He might be a bad dancer, but at least he tried for you. He prepared a tomato, basil and cheese tart that looked amazing and tasted even better. For dessert, he prepared English Trifles, which were delicious. "If you ever ended up unemployed, you could easily find a job as a chef" you joked and he smiled at you and you could see that he blushed a little bit. After dinner, you went back to the couch, so you could be close and talk so more. You could listen to him talk for hours or even days. His voice was music to your ears. And you especially loved when he talked about his family, he loved them with all his heart and you could see that. His nephews and niece were his soft spot. He loved to be an uncle; play with them, watch movies with them, read books for them or help them with their homework. He showed you lots of pictures of them that he had on his phone and some cute videos too. You also talked about Kal and he told you the story of how he got him and you couldn't help yourself but feeling a little jealous about the fact that his ex-girlfriend was involved in such a precious moment in his life. You never were the kind of girl that hated his boyfriend's ex, unless that they truly deserved it, and you definitely didn't hate her, since Henry still cared for her even if he wasn't in love with her anymore, but you envy her a lot, which you felt it was silly since it happened so long ago. You didn't allow Henry to notice how you were feeling and decided quicky to change the mood, so you stood up and put up some music. Henry looked at you as you started to dance to "Into You" by Ariana Grande. You regretted immediately not have put on a dress, because it'd be sexier than with tight black pants and a sweeter, but still worked. You could see on his face that the desire for you was growing quicker and quicker.

"Tell me what you came here for 'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more I'm on the edge with no control And I need, I need you to know You to know, oh"

The song was playing while you sat on his lap and stroke his face while lip-syncing to the lyrics and he put his hands on your waist and stared at you with lust. You got up again for the final part of the song, grabbing his hand, making him stand up. You dance around him, moving sensually and gracefully. When the song ended, you searched for other one and soon enough, "Love On The Brain" by Rihanna was playing aloud. You put your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him and with a big smile on his face, he placed his forehead on yours as you two smoothly swayed to the tune.

"Must be love on the brain That's got me feeling this way (feeling this way) It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good And I can't get enough Must be love on the brain yeah"

You could not get the song out of your mind as Henry made sweet but passionate love to you. It seemed like it was going to be his last day on this earth because you had sex three times that night before falling asleep, you wrapped around his arms. The next morning, you woke up with a kiss from him in the back of your head. You turned around and he was looking at you with sleepy eyes and smiling like a child on Christmas Day. He caressed your face and wished you a good morning. You said it back and smiled. As you were waking up, you notice that Henry got the famous - infamous- "morning glory" and you pointed out and he suddenly became red as a tomato as he apologized to you. You laugh and asked him if he had lubricant and he gave you a suspicious look but searched in his nightstand and got a little bottle, he blushed even more. Then, you ordered him to lay down on his back and close his eyes. He did what you told him to, and you lay down next to him. You put lube on your hand and then grabbed his member and started to stroke it slowly. Your mouth was on his ear, as you started to speak softly, almost whispering. " Concentrate in my voice... in my warmth breath close to your ear...in my voice...in my lips, do you remember them? Yes, of course, you do. How would you forget them? My beautiful lips that surrounded your beautiful cock and made you go to new realms of pleasure... and my tongue, let's not forget my tongue, it's the real star in here, isn't it? The way it sweetly but firmly strokes your penis and all of you is magnificent." You moved your hand faster and the slow again and so on. Herny was moaning and breathing heavily. "Do you remember last night? When we did it for the third time because you still couldn't get enough of me and my body. You wanted me so bad...and the feeling was mutual. I wanted you inside of my as much as you wanted to be there." You said and kissed his neck. That sent him over the moon. The noises were louder and louder. "You pounded me hard, as you played with my boobs and then kissed me like there's no tomorrow. Remember our amazing night, baby?" you questioned and he released. "Fuck" he exclaimed and grinned. He had sperm all over his stomach. You kissed him and he grabbed your face to make sure the kiss was a good one. After that, he got up and prepared a bath for the two of you to enjoy together.

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yourcoffindoor · 5 years ago

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Bulletproof Heart Pt. 1

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: Request from Anon- “ could you write one where the reader is a rock singer and they and mcr are on warped tour together, and they both lowkey like each other but think they’re both out of each other’s league, and find out that they’re both secretly into nerdy stuff + maybe getting together? thank you so much xxx”

AN: This is a multi-part series--I couldn’t help myself! Also, I based this fic around something Gerard said in a Rolling Stone interview:

Hope its ok Anon! enjoy!

You had dreamed of this moment since you first picked up a guitar. Back then it felt like an impossible fantasy, being on stage with your band, playing in front of a crowd of screaming fans; which is why it felt so surreal when your manager Tim told you that your band, The Violent Delights, had booked Warped Tour.

"June 18th," he told you with a satisfied grin, "you're in for the long haul, kids."

Your band-mates let out a collective shriek of joy, while you planted a grateful kiss on Tim's cheek.

"You're an OK manager, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, dramatically wiping his cheek where your lips had been. "Now you guys better get practicing. This is a good opportunity to really get your name out there. Plus you got some real popular acts to compete with."

Your interest was peaked. "Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Off the top of my head? Fall Out Boy, Dropkick Murphys, and I think a band called My Chemical Romance."

"Oh shit, My Chem?" your bassist, Gavin, piped up excitedly. "That's the band I'm always trying to get Y/N to listen to."

"I'll have to finally borrow their last album," you replied, "gotta scope out the competition after all." Gavin rolled his eyes while you laughed.

Your manager got serious. "It's three months on the road, and its gonna take a lot of energy and hard work. Quite frankly, it ain't glamorous."

"Tim, when have we ever been glamorous? I wouldn't care if it were a 12 month tour," you declared, "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." Liz, your drummer, nodded in agreement beside you.

"You might be singing a different tune when you haven't had a shower in three days."

"As long as I'm singing it in front of an audience, we'll be fine."

* * *

Back at your apartment you marked June 18th on your calendar with a star, feeling invigorated with excitement all over again. This was it, you thought, the next level for our band. You were determined to give it your very best, outperforming every other band there.

After all, you had worked so hard to get to this point. Starting in friend's basements and tiny cafes, the band had slowly built up a sizable following of loyal fans. You were no longer the opening act, drawing sell out crowds more often than not. You made a promise to yourself that the band wasn't going to lose this momentum. There would be no distractions for you on this tour, just hard work and the thrill of performing. That meant no parties, and absolutely no boys. You weren't ready for another relationship, you told yourself, especially since the last one ended in disaster.

Yes, this was the moment the band had been waiting for. You let the warm excitement that this knowledge brought envelope you, and you lay your head down on your pillow, falling asleep to fantasies of what lay ahead.

* * *

Its a long road from Maryland to Ohio. Columbus was the first stop of the tour, which meant your band had 6 and a half hours to go over the set-list, make adjustments discuss their hopes and fears for the three month experience. Gavin gave you a few CDs to listen too, including My Chemical Romance's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. You had heard their first album ages ago and enjoyed it, but there was something incandescent to the music you were hearing now. It stirred a whirlwind of heavy emotion, and you were enthralled from beginning to end. You made a mental note to see them perform at Warped as soon as possible.

When your bus arrived at its destination, you felt the unwelcome buzz of nerves building in your stomach. This was real, you thought, this was happening. You were used to performing at this point, but it was the amount of people you'd be performing for that was nerve-wracking. Not to mention the fellow artists who may be watching and judging your sound. You breathed deep and tried to push past the nervous thoughts that hummed incessantly around your head like insects.

Your band-mates were buzzing about with excitement, but you needed to distract yourself. Fresh air always helped settle you, so you grabbed your shoes and decided to go for a walk around the venue.

It looked almost like a circus with all the trailers and tents that had quickly populated the surrounding area. Merch stands and catering tents were being organizes as dozens upon dozens of vans and trailers pulled in. There were already a few fans camped outside of the chain-link fence that surrounded the area, eagerly awaiting a glimpse of their favorite artists.

You kept wandering, and you saw that a band was being interviewed in the media tent. There were five of them, each holding a microphone; but one member, a dark haired boy, was doing most of the talking. He was cute, you thought, and your stomach did little flips watching him respond to the questions that were being asked.

You watched a little bit longer from a distance, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Gavin and Liz, who had been doing a bit of exploring as well.

"Hey, there you are! I was talking to a few people by the catering tent. They said some bands are having a party on their buses later tonight, we should check it out." Gavin informed you excitedly.

You hesitated. No parties. "I dunno, I want us to be in good condition to perform tomorrow."

Liz chimed in. "All work and no play, Y/N. C'mon, it'll be a great chance to make some connections with other bands."

"If you don't come with us," Gavin pronounced dramatically, "we'll be far too devastated to perform tomorrow." His hand went to his forehead, as though he was about to faint.

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Pretty please?" Liz stuck her lower lip out pathetically.

"With sugar on top?" Gavin added.

You glanced at the black haired boy in the distance. Maybe he'd be there, a small voice in your head piped up.

"Ugh Fine! But I'll only stay for a little bit."

Satisfied, the pair stopped harassing you, and left you to continue wandering, promising to meet up with them later.

* * *

People spilled out from open trailers as music blared from an unknown source in the background. Some were already far gone, stumbling from place to place, or lying on the ground blacked out.

You followed Gavin inside one of the trailers. You watched as he interacted with the strangers inside with ease, a trait you envied. He managed to find you both drinks, and you grabbed the mystery beverage, sculling it in hopes that it would numb your nervousness. You may have been a great performer onstage, but offstage it was easy for your social anxiety to take the wheel.

Gavin began to walk away, ignoring your whispered pleas not to leave you. Fuck. It always felt awkward to not know anyone at a party. You clutched your red cup like a life jacket keeping you afloat in a sea of drunken strangers.

A man approached you out of nowhere, the smell of alcohol emanating from every pore on his body.

"You look lonely." He leered at you expectantly.

"Then it seems like you need glasses. I'm just fine on my own."

He laughed. "Ooo! I like you. You've got spunk. Name's Brent, guitarist from Midnite Heist."

"Can't say I've heard of you guys."

Brent was either oblivious to your indifference, or just chose to ignore it. "So how'd you end up at this party?"

"I'm in a band on the tour too. Lead singer actually."

"No way! That's awesome, we need more talented eye candy on this tour."

You screamed internally while he droned on, tuning him out as you continued to sip from your fast emptying cup.

You scanned the room, watching people laugh and dance. Your stomach suddenly flipped again as you noticed the black haired boy from this afternoon, solemn faced and quiet, silently nursing a diet coke in his hands. He was clearly not having a good time. The guitarist who had been talking you up soon saw you looking at the sullen figure and turned his attention towards him, his eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Gerard fucking Way!" he bellowed, carelessly sloshing his drink as he waved him over, causing a stream of alcohol to fall to the floor below.

Gerard seemed to hesitate before walking over. "It's been awhile man," he said softly. His eyes, a warm hazel, flicked to you repeatedly as he spoke. "you here for the whole tour this time?"

Brent laughed, his sobriety dangling by a thread. "Yeah, but still not up on the main stage, unlike you big-shots." he said, punching Gerard in the arm. Gerard offered a crooked smirk in return, his patience already wearing thin. Brent nudged you in the arm. "This is Y/N, her band is new to Warped. I told her I'd show her the ropes." He grinned at you. Ugh.

Gerard seemed to sense your discomfort. "Welcome, nice to see a new face around."

Brent interrupted before you could respond. "How come you're wasting time with a coke? I would've expected you to be the first one wasted here."

Gerard's jaw clenched, and you cringed internally at the sheer awkwardness of the encounter. "I'm sober now," he informed Brent, "I don't touch that shit anymore."

Brent laughed dismissively. "Dude, you? Do you even remember the last Warped tour? I'll give it 2 days before you're lying face down in the bushes again." he laughed as if he had just said something hilarious.

You were livid, and Gerard was on edge. You decided to step in when you noticed his knuckles turn white from clenching his coke can.

You moved slightly, ready to get between them. "Hey you know what? I'd really love a coke right now too. Mind showing me where they are?" you looked pleadingly at Gerard. He took the hint.

"Follow me."

You gave a curt wave to Brent, who looked on in confusion before continuing his drinking binge.

You stepped outside, and the sounds from the party behind you became a faint, thumping buzz in the background. You were both silent for a moment before you decided to break the ice.

"So that guy was a dick."

Gerard's scowl turned into a thin, lopsided smirk. Your heart melted a bit. "Yeah. I just realized some of these people are only tolerable when I'm drunk."

Stop. Move away. You don't need a distraction like this. You tried to scold yourself but words kept escaping from your lips, prolonging the encounter.

"This is my first time doing Warped Tour, but I'm assuming these parties are pretty much never-ending?"

Gerard pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Oh yeah, its every night for some of these bands. You're in for an interesting experience." You looked at him for a moment, perhaps for a bit too long. You had never seen anyone look so beautiful while surrounded by clouds of smoke.

"Yoohoooo! Y/N!" you heard the hollering of a clearly tipsy Gavin call from the doorway of the next trailer. "Where'd you go? The night is young! Get back here!"

You sighed. "That's my cue. Well actually that's my bassist, but he'll never let me live it down if I don't go back in there."

Gerard turned his head to the side and exhaled. "Catch you around. Next time you need rescuing from a douche-bag just light the bat signal."

You gave him a soft smile, forcing yourself to turn away and walk back to the trailer. As you did, you whispered aloud to yourself as a reminder:

"No distractions. No boys."

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fanfic #my chemical romance fanfiction #fanfic

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lokislytherin · 5 years ago

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euphoria // vampire!jungkook

pairing: vampire!jeon jeongguk x human!reader summary: you’re scared of vampires - until one saves your life one night. word count: 1988 + 1808 +

chapters: prologue / chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / epilogue

The next few days are mostly uneventful.

Taehyung visits and shamelessly beats your ass at Mario Kart when he steals Seokjin's DS, only to have his older brother return and beat his ass in an act of revenge. Taehyung begs for rematches, and the amount of times Seokjin wins is alarming. That day, you learn that your roommate is surprisingly competitive when it comes to Mario, games, and Mario-related games.

You also meet up with college student Kim Namjoon, who has kindly volunteered to tutor you in math. In the span of your one hour-long session, Namjoon manages to misplace both his wallet and his phone while rambling on about trigonometry and Greek mathematician/philosophers. Thankfully, he finds both in the cafe booth you've been studying at. You bear him no offense, but you're glad for the distraction your new friend's disastrous luck and tendency to babble offers you, if only for a short while.

Even though he tries not to show it in front of you, you can tell that Seokjin is still suspicious about what happened - or rather, didn't happen - the other night. You shut your own worries down, telling yourself firmly he's better off not knowing. If he found out that you met a vampire, he'd flip out and pitch a fit, or have a heart attack. Perhaps he'd do both, and proceed to lock you in your room and never let you out without him being by your side. He's never been good with horror films, but again, neither have you.

The next time you find yourself alone, it’s night-time again. All your friends are busy – most of your friends from school are already asleep or being insomniac gremlins; Taehyung is doing some last-minute studying for a test the next day; you're not desperate enough to contact Namjoon, and not familiar enough with him either; and surprisingly enough, Jin is on a date. Despite your initial irritation at him ditching your movie night, you’re happy for him – he needs to get out more, and his good looks deserve much better than to go to waste with him being a bachelor for the rest of his life.

You sigh as you attempt to brush out the tangles in your damp hair, envying Seokjin’s effortless beauty. No matter what he does, he's flat out gorgeous, and he knows it, even if nobody else notices. But you? You're not exactly society's image of 'drop dead gorgeous'. All your previous relationships have gone to shït, even though you will admit that it was not your fault. You glare at your reflection, and the girl in the fogged-up mirror glares right back at you.

You turn around, sick of looking at your messy, knotted hair – and scream.

There’s a boy. In your bathroom. A boy with dazzling blue eyes and gleaming white canines, a boy that doesn’t appear in the mirror. A boy that clearly can't be human, no matter how much his other features almost lull you into a false sense of security.

He grins. “Hi.”

Did I mention the boy is in your bathroom? Had he arrived a few minutes earlier, you would've been naked.

You scream again, right in his face. It’s the bloodsucker from several nights ago! You quiver upon realizing that his fangs are even sharper up close. He cute though, the voice in your head supplies helpfully. It's not wrong. He winces, immediately clamping a hand over your mouth. His skin is cold, cold as ice, whereas you are warm, face flushed with terror and mild embarrassment. Enclosing you in his arms, he carefully pulls you away from the mirror, setting you down on your bed. Your eyes are wide, brain frozen in fear, body unable to move of your own free will. You seem a little less scared of him than he is of you as he pulls his hand away from your face, but reflexively presses a finger against your lips to shut off another scream from you. You go cross-eyed at the contact. Is he trying to kill you, or flirt with you?

Boys are confusing, you decide.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he says quietly, almost bashfully, “I keep forgetting I’m not a human anymore.” If he were human, he’d probably be blushing, but he’s not, and his face is pale, without any sign of a flush. He looks a little paler than he should be, but that’s it. He carefully sits down beside you, leaving a large gap in the middle.

“Thanks for calling me cute, though,” he says, incredibly forward but somehow even shyer than before (and shït, Y/N, you realize belatedly, he’s not supposed to be this cute! He’s dead!). He doesn’t meet your eyes. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

You finally gain control of your tongue (and your brain). “I don’t mean to be rude, but who the fück are you and what the fück are you doing in my house?”

You know it’s probably unwise to swear at an undead being who could drain you dry of blood and life in less than a minute, but right now you’re too angry, scared (and honestly a little turned on) to care about that. Besides, the vampire boy doesn’t really look like he could hurt you. “I’m Jeon Jeongguk, and I’m a vampire. I won’t hurt you; I swear.” You narrow your eyes. The primal instinct inside your head still screams at you to run, even as you see how he looks a little lonely, a little sad. “You’re still scared of me, aren’t you?” You nod, and he pouts. Eyebrows knitted together, he closes his eyes in intent focus, and you watch in fascination as his fangs retract into his gums to reveal normal human teeth. “Again, I’m really sorry for scaring you the other day.”

He cracks a wry smile. “I’m not me when I’m hungry.”

To your surprise, a giggle escapes your throat. “You’re a vampire. How do you know about Snickers?”

He looks wounded. “Why wouldn’t I know about Snickers? I'm not too big a fan myself, but I still know about them.” He sighs. “Believe it or not, I was human too.”

You resist the urge to hug the stranger upon hearing the sadness in his tone, instead just softly patting his arm. “How old are you?” You blurt curiously. The question’s been on your mind for a while. He looks young, not much older than you are. But how old is he really?

Jeongguk pouts. “I hate it when people ask me that. I’m so shït at counting.” He tries anyway, counting with his fingers and looking confused. “I was turned a year ago? I was twenty-one, but I haven’t physically aged since then. So, does that make me twenty-two, or am I still twenty-one? Am I supposed the years I’ve been alive for? But I should be biologically dead, because my heart’s not beating anymore and I'm fueled by blood and magic-”

He stops and sniffs the air. “Actually, I think your roommate’s back.” He closes his eyes, sniffs a little more and promptly looks disgusted. “He doesn’t seem very happy.”

You cock your head. “Emotions have scents,” he explains, “irritation and self-deprecation smell the worst.” He wrinkles his nose with a small pout. “Werewolves can distinguish scents better, though. They're like dogs, especially near the full moon.”

You coo inwardly at the pouty look on his face, and jump when you hear Seokjin's key twisting in the lock. Your room is further away from the door than Jin's, and if Jeongguk can smell Seokjin from here he must have one hell of a nose. Briefly, you're tempted to pull out some garlic bread.

“Well, that's my cue to leave.” Jeongguk smiles so brightly you're a little dazed. He looks like a bunny - adorable - and it's so cute that you're squealing and dying on the inside at the same time. “Bye!”

That said, he jumps out the window.

You almost scream and throw yourself out after him, only to remember he's a vampire with far better reflexes than you. You see him downstairs, a blur of black in the shadows. He stops and waves goodbye, like an energetic puppy of sorts. With a light blush on your face, you wave back.

You flinch away from the window as the door creaks and swings open, hearing a disheartened looking Seokjin stomping in. You hope he doesn’t notice the lingering blush on your cheeks. You'd feel bad if you snagged a cutie and he didn't, after trying for so much longer than you have.

“I take it that the date didn’t go too well?” You ask, testing the waters as you walk out to greet him. An angry and heartbroken Seokjin is never a good Seokjin to deal with.

Seokjin mumbles something unintelligible, and you hum to get him to clarify.

Seokjin throws himself onto the couch. “She ditched. She didn’t even call, or text! I waited for an hour. Alone. In the dark.” He sniffs, pouting. “These dates are so stupid. I feel so stupid. Why do I even bother anymore?”

You sit down beside him, patting his shoulder reassuringly. “Oh, darling.” He’s a little older than you, but he’s used to your fond nicknames. “You’ll find the perfect one for you soon enough.”

He huffs. “You say that every time,” he retorts bitterly. “Well, maybe you’ll find someone who appreciates you.” He sighs heavily, barely giving you time to move your arm before he flops backwards dramatically, almost boneless. “I hope so too, Y/N.”

Seokjin switches on the tv, mindlessly flipping through the channels.

“Still up for movie night?” You suggest.

Your roommate nods gratefully. “Hell yeah.”

You take the remote from him, laughing. “Good, because I’m picking the movie.”

He groans dramatically. “Oh, what a nightmare.”

You move to flick his forehead, but he ducks out of the way. “Just for that comment, we’re watching Twilight. Now get the chips.”

He obliges, albeit grudgingly. Neither of you are big fans of the vampire movie franchise - or the books, for that matter - but your sassy jabs at the characters never fail to make Seokjin feel better.

You won't tell him about your ulterior motives - after a vampire named Jeon Jeongguk barreled into your life, you've never related to Bella Swan so much.

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chittsu · 5 years ago

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haechan as your wedding date

because of my personal struggles with finding a boy naive enough to go to my sister's wedding with me, I came to the conclusion that Hyuck would be an amazing partner for that (not that he's naive) and I'm gonna prove my point below while adding a cute plot to it because I can

haechan x reader; fluff? FLUFF; comedy?? top-level trust me; CHEESY; 4.2 k??????? I don’t know how it happened

enjoy! :)

he's been your friend for years now, even though both of you are pretty sassy and can't go an hour without fighting at least once

but that's also what makes you two such a good duo - your friendship is based on jokes, pranks and overall positive and fun vibes and it's entertaining for everyone around

when you find yourself in a position of not having anyone to go with you to a wedding (and your family basically begs you to finally show aunt Matilda that you are dateable), you offer him this amazing position of your date

he accepts, of course, by saying that it's because of free food but in reality, he just likes spending time with you in any way

so the day comes and SURPRISE you're late with everything

you have makeup to finish and your bag to pack when you hear someone knocking on the door, followed by mocking 'your date arrived!!!'

you yell at him to come in because when you're in a hurry -you're not happy and it shows

you hear him saying something about how you should be nicer to a guy who saves you from disappointing your whole family and if you weren't applying your lipstick, you would probably attack him by now

haechan feels at home in your apartment so he's casually rummaging through your stuff in the bedroom while you're finishing your look

you get to see his silhouette through the crack in your door

he's showing his side profile to you while one of his knees is resting on your bed and he's holding the family photo you keep on your nightstand, probably studying faces of the people he's about to meet

and let me tell you, he looks GOOD

it wasn't surprising or new that you found Hyuck attractive because even you can't lie to yourself that much

but in this grey checked suit paired with a white shirt (he even unbuttoned a few buttons at the top) complimented by his tanned skin and his light hair parted in the middle..................

you were thankful you peeked through that crack so you had some more time to prepare yourself to look him in the face

and you were just so proud of your decision to ask him out because aunt Matilda is going to take back everything she said and BEG for forgiveness as soon as she sees him

ANYWAYS

you finally leave the bathroom while Hyuck is commenting on the photo chuckling 'I don't know who this man is but you definitely got your calves from him'

'that's our neighbour and now I'm concerned'

he looks at you, finally noticing you're out of the bathroom and he stops functioning for a moment

or two moments, while he scans the way you look

you kinda expect him to compliment you because that pink gown was expensive so it would be nice to hear something good from him

but it's haechan so what he says is

'luckily no one can see your calves in this dress'

'that's exactly why I bought it' you say through gritted teeth

but when you look at him again, he has this grin on his face that he's trying to fight back and suddenly he looks at the ground and turns around to put the photo back while clearing his throat a little too loudly

FINALLY you decided to get going because - reminder - you're very late and your mom won't be content about this

driving was full of you telling embarrassing stories about your family members so that Hyuck feels more relaxed and to provide him with some tea

so fast forward to the wedding

you two managed to get to the church, find a place to sit in the back and laugh at the bride who started crying while saying the vows

after the ceremony, everyone started gathering in front of the church and that was the most stressful moment - your parents approaching

but after a few seconds you laugh at your own self for being stressed about Hyuck meeting your parents - he's such a charming person that knows exactly what to say to win hearts of others and it never fails - even with your parents

you're pretty sure your mom fell in love with him as soon as he smiled at her

so after a short conversation and a few jokes here and there, your parents leave the two of you with your dad patting Hyuck's arm and your mom looking absolutely delighted

'now it's time for you to praise my wooing skills' he says confidently with his eyebrow raised

'they would love anyone naive enough to come here with me but yeah good work'

Hyuck doesn't find it as funny as you think; every joke you make about being unloveable just stirs something inside of him

but before he has the time to react, you know who shows up

you know it

say it with me

AUNT MATILDA :))))))))

you don't have the time to warn Hyuck so you just grab his hand instinctively and give it a squeeze

you don't know that you just made his brain malfunction for the second time today

then..... aunt Matilda activates

'oh sweetie, after so many years i finally see a boy next to you, such a strange view, you always said you didn't need anyone and now??? aren't you working all the time? i thought you never leave the house....'''

you told Hyuck not to talk to her too much, that it's enough if he just shows up but how could he stand still in this situation

so he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly which surprisingly makes your aunt shut up and your heart speed up

'miss, thanks for your concern. y/n is doing great at her job and university, she works very hard, is beautiful and independent WHILE still managing to have lots of friends and a boyfriend, right cupcake?' and he looks at you sweetly

and you're already smiling at him because it's just so entertaining

'couldn't agree more baby boo'

so aunt Matilda is taken aback but she manages to force a smile before running away like the coward she is

and as you watch her leave, you say to Hyuck whose hand is still intertwined with yours 'I guess your job is done here'

and he says 'great because there's this comedy on TV i really wanted to watch today'

'but you wouldn't leave your cupcake alone, right?'

you smirk at him while taking your hand away from him and he can only cringe at those words

PARTY TIME

first of all, you both had to eat a lot so for the first hour you just kept on eating and the only conversation you have is 'have you tried this?' or 'you have to taste it' (in Ten's voice)

you introduced Hyuck to all of the cooler cousins you had

not like you really wanted to - they shouldn't get too used to him after all - but Matilda spread her word and now people just wanted to meet your boyfriend

thankfully, everyone hated Matilda so you could tell them you're not really together without being afraid of getting caught

every time someone asks if you're together you tell them 'um I don't need that kind of stress in my life'

they still don’t believe you OR they tell you that you may not be a couple yet but you definitely will

and then a bunch of your family members basically drags you two to dance with them in a circle

and the alcohol you drank makes you more adventurous than usually + the fact that all of your childhood friends are here with you has you dancing your heart out

and Hyuck is hyping you up on the side and he's watching you and laughing at you

but his laugh fades when a random guy asks you to dance with him

so he gives him like 10 solid seconds of holding you in his arms before he snatches you away

Haechan is a great dancer

he's so light with his moves and he can control every move perfectly, as well as yours

so even if you can't dance, with him dancing is fun and it works and it looks like you took dancing classes for the past 2 years

he would definitely be the type to sing along while dancing so just imagine his singing voice right next to your ear while you're dancing to a slower song

and then with more upbeat songs you two would have some kind of a lipsyncing battle and would just go crazy with facial expressions and air guitars

he would try new moves all the time and most of them would fail terribly at first but as long as you don't break your arms and you laugh it's completely fine

he would soon be stolen from you by every confident female guest who spent their time watching you two with envy

and you wait for him at your table, smiling like an idiot while watching him dance or in the arms of one of your cousins on the dance floor

and he looks at you every 5 seconds and smiles or sings or shouts something like he can't go on a moment without you

and your dancing partners are just like 'alright alright, go to him/her if you want to so much'

and you're like 'what we're just friends'

and they laugh in your faces

understandable because the chemistry you have?? when the two of you talk together, it's like nothing else matters

whenever Hyuck says something to you he has this grin on his face that he can't wipe off and he's embarrassed by it but he accepts it because he knows you have to try hard not to smile as well

he's either hyping up everything you say or make fun of you, there's no in-between

and every guest that met him says that they can instantly see why you chose him because you're just so perfect together

and they remember your past partners and everyone says that with Hyuck you can finally be truly yourself

everyone loves his jokes and remarks and he became so popular among your family members that you're starting to get scared about all this

they just love him

you joke you're almost jealous of all the attention but you're not surprised at all

like, he's the type to ask your mom to dance with him and he immediately became friends with your dad while talking about your embarrassing childhood stories and talk with your cousin about martial arts in the next second and he suddenly has nicknames for your siblings and they all call him Donghyuckie??

it's all a little crazy and as much as you love it, you start getting a little uncomfortable because - he's not your boyfriend and everyone's getting so used to him that it will be hard to explain to them why you're not together

hell, just imagine all those questions at every family meeting

and you can't really think right now with all that music and multiple conversations happening around you

so you decide to take advantage of Hyuck currently talking with your uncle and you go outside to get some fresh air

you find a perfect spot that surprisingly is empty, so you sit on a bench and enjoy the chilly breeze

you look up to the moon and wonder what's Taeil doing

and you look down on your hand that still remembers the touch of Hyuck's lips

you frown a little, knowing that it's too dangerous to think about this day as if something has changed between the both of you; he is just helping you today as a friend

but part of you knows that when you asked him to come here with you, you were hoping for something to change

you were single for a long time and you claimed that it made you happy

but it was bearable only because of Hyuck and the fact that he was always beside you

and when Taeyong once asked you who is your ideal type, you had to think hard about it because you didn't like the first answer that came to your mind

Donghyuck

you didn't want it to seem like your friendship isn't genuine just because you're developing feelings and you're hoping for something to happen between the both of you so you never said anything to anyone

you laughed suddenly

this alcohol you drank really messed you up just now wow

you were just thinking about what Taeil is doing, how did you end up here

you felt something on your shoulders and you recognized it was Hyuck's blazer

'how could you leave me in the same room as aunt Matilda ALONE'

you turn around to see Hyuck looking down at you with his arms crossed

'she's already scared of you so don't worry, you're safe'

'she sure wasn't scared when she asked me to dance with her 4 minutes ago'

that made you burst out laughing and you regretted not seeing that so so so much

Hyuck sat down next to you and tried to be serious to convince you that it wasn't funny at all but he had to laugh when you laughed

he stopped laughing a second before you so when you finally opened your eyes, you were taken aback seeing how serious he was suddenly

'what'

'I just feel sorry for you. every guy you bring home from now on will be compared to me and, spoiler alert, none of them will win that battle'

'johnny'

'good point but still you shouldn't hurt my feelings like that, I'm a sensitive guy underneath that very cool and attractive attitude'

'I love you and all but Johnny's tall and handsome, and well mannered and his smile is just..'

'OKAY OKAY Johnny is a God but I'm the one here with you right now, not him and that proves something so stop talking now'

'make me'

and you regret saying that immediately because it sounded way too flirty and provocative

and Hyuck just looks at you and you want him to laugh it off but his face is getting closer to yours suddenly

'as you wish'

and you can't believe that he is even more beautiful up close

you take a quick look at his slightly parted lips before gaining composure again

but nothing happens, he stops and smirks proudly

'my beauty makes you speechless and you want to convince me you would rather be here with Johnny?'

you can't find a good response to that so you just let your lips form a smile of acknowledgement

'also you were totally waiting for me to kiss you just now'

that catches you off the guard and when you see how proud he is with himself, you just can't let him triumph

'you know what, actually every boy will win with you in comparison as long as he's my real boyfriend'

'that's a weak argument, I could easily be your boyfriend if I haven't failed to ask you out so many times'

.........

you just look at each other with serious, almost shocked expressions

he's panicking inside because that was not meant to be said oh no

the awkwardness is real

and he's the one to speak before you can ask any questions

'okaaaaaaaaay actually I came here to tell you that the cake is going to be served so let's get going'

and he basically runs away

and you go after him, even though you're very confused right now

but the cake is tasty

the problem is, suddenly Hyuck is very awkward around you and when you look at him, he turns his head the other way or starts talking to someone else

and your mom immediately asks you 'what have you done'

and you even lose him for like, 30 minutes

but eventually, he finds you next to the bar because where else would you be

he puts his hand on your waist

he probably doesn't notice that but you sure do

'I thought you left with that dancing king from before'

and you turn to look at him and your faces are really close right now, your noses could brush against each other any second now

and his mind malfunctions for the 753rd time today

and you smirk

'oh, did my beauty just make you speechless?'

and he turns away from you, hiding his smile with his fist acknowledging this joke

but again, he can't let you have it

so he looks at you, his eyes squinting

'do you know why I haven't been drinking today? because I'm already drunk on the way you look tonight WOOOO'

'wow is there a paper bag somewhere near here?' you say pretending to be strongly disgusted as Renjun taught you

and you just roll your eyes while he's so proud with himself that he puts his hands on his hips and starts pacing to get over that line with this STUPID smile on his face

and you feel like you're both 8 years old

and you're glad that he's back to his usual self even though there's this slight disappointment? jokes like that are completely normal between you two but what he said in the garden seemed too genuine to just dismiss like that

'want a drink? I'll pay'

'everything's free here Hyuck'

'EXACTLY'

'you're way too nice to me today, I'm gonna be so disappointed when it all ends tomorrow'

'what do you mean, I'm ALWAYS nice to you'

'especially when you laugh at my calves when there's nothing even wrong with them, have you seen Doyoung's???'

and with that everything is how it used to be and you spend the rest of the night dancing, eating and laughing

but when you both realize you're extremely tired, it's time to say your last goodbyes to everyone and yes, it's awkward as hell because suddenly every member of your family is inviting Hyuck for dinner

and the worst thing is that they don't even care if you come with him??

so when you're finally next to his car you have to complain

'you stole my family, this friendship is cancelled'

'finally!!!!'

you gasp dramatically and you're expecting him to laugh at you or play along but hmmmmmm

he's kinda serious, there's just this little smile playing on his lips and he takes a step forward

and he reaches out for your hand

and just stares at your hands intertwined together as if they were made for each other

you stop breathing for a moment and your heart wants to jump out of your chest; this situation confuses you but you're trying to stay calm

and then he says

'since I already kinda exposed myself earlier... and you're a little drunk... this seems like the perfect occasion to tell you the truth'

'first of all I'm not drunk but even if I was, are you hoping that I forget about it tomorrow because-"

he looks straight into your eyes with an annoyed expression before pressing his lips on yours

have you ever seen fireworks? because they exploded everywhere at that moment

and your chest feels so heavy with this new feeling you can’t explain but you let your body relax and get used to it

Hyuck's hand finds its way to your neck and he takes a step forward to be closer before pulling away from you a few moments later

and for a second no one says anything

he rests his forehead on yours, his hand is still on your neck

this moment feels so good that none of you wants to ruin it by saying anything or moving

but eventually, it has to end

Hyuck looks at you and you can't even imagine everything that's going through his mind right now; he's scared that he made the biggest mistake of his life right now but why does it feel like it was also his best decision?

he's so unsure of what to say or do now, his spontaneity suddenly left him

'you could have just told me to shut up' you say with a smile playing on your lips

he just lets out a laugh and all of his worries disappear; his smiling from ear to ear and for a moment, he's looking everywhere but on you while shaking his head

'hey, focus, you were supposed to tell me the truth, i have no idea what that could be about' you continue teasing him but you have the same stupid smile as him on your face

he lets out a heavy sigh and finally looks at you while cupping your face in his hands

'the truth is I know that you're totally whipped for me so I just made your confession easier for you, you can start now'

'wow that took an unexpected turn'

'you didn't expect me to say a monologue about how wonderful you are, right?'

'I know I won't hear it from you unless aunt Matilda stands in front of us but a girl can dream, right?'

'I thought that the way I look at you would be enough for you to know how I feel'

'it wasn't so explain now'

'you just love making me suffer huh'

so yeah, if you expected a proper confession from Haechan then I'm really sorry but it's not happening

speaking about his feelings isn't easy for him unless he turns it into jokes

but it's not disappointing, it just so 'you'

'wait but does it all mean that if I annoyed you yesterday and you kissed me to shut me up... i wouldn't have to lie to aunt Matilda today?'

'see? it's all your fault, you turned yourself into a liar just because you were a coward before'

'me??? a coward?? I think I heard you saying you failed to ask me out many times before'

'it's the 21st century, you can't wait for men to do everything for you, you could have asked first'

'OKAY okay I'll be your girlfriend if you're insisting so much'

he bursts out laughing and you do too and then he pretends to call his mom to brag that he FINALLY got himself a girlfriend

and you kiss him again and again and again and he smiles in between kisses and then you both start giggling and it's all just so amazing and fresh

then he hugs you tight and he rests his chin on the top of your head and it's just a truly happy moment for you two

and when you finally drive back to your apartment, Hyuck takes you hand in his and is basically a giggly mess the whole time

he occasionally kisses your hand just as he did before and you can already tell that will be the death of you but that's your favourite thing now

and you start asking each other embarrassing questions like what did you like about each other first or when did you start having a crush on me but you quickly stop because you realize how stupid you were all this time

and just like that, aunt Matilda created this power couple

and your friends aren't even surprised

only Ten doesn't like that idea because, let me quote: 'oh no I lost a bet, I said that you wouldn't get together till you're both thirty'

and you say 'by thirty we will already be divorced'

and Hyuck gets so offended by this, he goes to Taeil and lets out those fake sobs saying that he should have just stayed single forever like his big hyung

and Taeil doesn't find it funny

but basically, nothing changes between you two and you love it; well, nothing except now you kiss and hug and hold hands

and you still look at each other with the same spark in your eyes and you still have the same stupid grins on your faces when you're talking together

and you still fight a lot but that's a tradition okay, that’s what makes you you

so yeah, Haechan is the perfect wedding date, I think that proved my point

just a disclaimer: I'm sorry to all Matildas :< disclaimer 2: if you liked it and you want more, you can read this tinder au with Doyoung or Lucas or this college!au with Taeil :) disclaimer 3: pls leave a like or reblog if you managed to read this whole thing to make me smile

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ethien · 5 years ago

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Sorry if it’s against the rules, but can I get a domestic smut with Link? Like they were cooking dinner or smth?

It isn’t against it :3 I accept smut request. It helps me getting better bc writing smut in english is a challenge for me.

Hope you like this piece :3

Being with you is enough

Words: 2.333

Genre: Smut, Fluff, simple life as a couple

The sun shined bright into your shared bedroom. It was too bright to let the eyes shut down. But it was too comfortable to leave the bed. The atmosphere was calm and warm.

Even his messy hair which tickles your nose didn’t bother this moment. Well okay, it bothers a bit. But you let him sleep peacefully on your chest.

You could imagine he came back late in the night and just collapsed when arriving at the bed. And in his sleep, he cuddled up to you. It was so sweet to you. Even after defeating the calamity, people need him and of course, he helps as much as he can. It often means he isn’t around home. But when he is home, he seemed to enjoy every minute with you.

And you could enjoy it, too. He was a great blanket. And well, he was your one and only. You still could not believe he chose you to be his mate.

He slowly breathed in and out. You could see a single hair strand who danced to his breath. It was kind of cute. When in bed, he often open up is long and golden hair. You often told him he should wear his hair more open. But well, he only did it at your home.

You laid there and admire his figure when he started shift a bit. His eyes were still closed but you know he was now awake.

You caressed behind his ear what caused him to purr a bit.

“Morining, sleepyhead” you giggled a bit and continued.

“Mhhh” was the only respond you got. He still didn’t move a bit. It feels he more cuddled up to you.

“I guess it was a long day yesterday, right?”

“Mhhh” he said again.

“I guess this means yes.” You chuckled and look down at him. You could see his sweet smile from the touch behind his ear.

“Just take your time. We have all day for us”

He just continued purring and you had a feeling he cuddles more up to your breasts. It played in his hands that you preferred sleeping almost naked. It was a shock for him at first when he found out. And he found out on accident.

It was a long day, you were already asleep and he could not wait to be by your side. He jumped in bed to you and everything was fine. Well, until he felt your bare skin. He nearly screamed and jumped out of the bed. But now, it was quite nice. Now with being more intimate, he loved the touch of your skin. And well, as a man, he enjoyed the time with your breasts. They were his cushion.

Minutes passed and you heard a growling sound.

“Hungry?” you asked. Before he could say something, his stomach answered with another growl.

“Seems someone is already starving. If you let me out, I can make us breakfast”

He whined a bit by the thought to let you go.

“Hey. We can continue this after breakfast. And it is better cuddling with something in your stomach. And I guess you missed my food”

He looked up to you. He had his eyes open. However, he still was a bit dazed.

“Ok” he said in a quiet tone and let you go. However, his glance still followed you when you sat yourself on the edge and stretched a bit. You walked to the chair and took on a simple dress.

While you dressed up you found his tunic and trousers on the ground. He really took off his clothes and jumped to bed in the night. You had to chuckle by imaging it.

“Give me 15 Minutes and the breakfast is ready” you said to him and placed a little kiss on his cheek.

“Mhhh” was your respond.

In seconds, you were in the kitchen und started preparing breakfast. For his sweet tooth, you made some pancakes. From the garden, you took some apples and put some slices in the pancakes. You prepared the coffee and juice, put some plates on the table and finished cooking.

You knew what a sleepyhead Link was. But you were astonished every time when he stands before you after waking up. Well, his hair was messy, his eyes were more close than open, he yawns a bit and he walked very slowly. But hey, he found time to dress up in his tunic and his boxer shorts.

“You made it in time” you said in a cheerful voice, he only yawns.

You walked up to him and placed a kiss on his lips. You hoped it would make him more awake.

“Morning, Love” you said after parting his lips. You could see a little smile in his face. The morning kiss worked.

“Morning” he said and yawns again. Then his stomach made sounds again and he walked up to the table.

“It looks tasty” he said and you only could laugh.

“Well, I hope it also taste good. And now sit and let us start breakfast”

So you two started breakfast and it did well with Link – It got him more awake.

It was kind of fascinating to you how much he could eat. While you ate one pancake and an apple, he ate 7 pancakes and the other 2 apples. And you knew deep inside he still had place for more food in his stomach. You were a bit envy how he could eat so much without getting fat.

Link had a big grin on his face like a little child who got his toy to play. It was hell adorable for you to see him peaceful like that.

“Thanks for it, [Y/N]” he said and rubbed his belly. “It was really delicious”

“I’m glad you liked it. You were really starving, I guess”

“You’re right. The last days we had short time eating something. I guess I only eat two apples the last 3 days. I am glad I’m now home”

“I am also glad you’re home. You can help me with the chores”

The face he made was priceless.

“But you said…we would…cuddle…the day” he stuttered a bit.

You could only chuckle.

“Yes, I said that. But I didn’t mean it all the day. The dirty cloths, the garden, feeding the animals…You know this will be more without doing something. Or do you prefer running around naked all the day?”

“I wouldn’t mind this option”

“I know…But you know I like it to talk to others and walking around. Being naked is not helpful”

“But you look amazing when naked”

You gave him a judging look.

“And you are a pervert”

“I know” he said shyly. “But I am honest.”

“Yes, you are. That’s what I like the most about you. This…and your handsome attitude”

You blushed a bit while saying this. It had effect on Link, he also blushed.

“And of course other things. You’re kind, brave, helpful, reckless, sometimes an idiot and a pervert. But lovable”

“Thanks” He was now redder in his face. “Sometimes I asked myself how I deserved you. I am glad I found you”

“I love you”

“I love you, too”

“Do we really have to do the chores?” he asked while both of you cleaned the dishes.

“Well, I prefer a clean home and clean clothes. And together, we will be faster”

He sighed.

“Listen. When you promise me you will help me starting afternoon…until then, we can cuddle…or what you have in mind” you said and immediately, you had his full attention.

“I’ll promise” he said faster than you could say something else. Maybe you have hit a nerve because he was now more concentrated on cleaning. In minutes, you were ready with it.

And in seconds, he lifts you up. In surprise, you pressed yourself against him.

“What the…” you wanted to yell but he ignored it and went with you to the bed. He really was sometimes a little child. If he don’t get what he wants, he will be annoying. But if he gets it, no one can stop him.

Now you were back in bed and well, cuddling. Link had his head back on your chest while you caress behind his ear.

However, he seemed not to enjoy it.

“Is something?”

“It felt…weird…”

“Weird? Why?”

“I guess I know why”

“Tell me”

“You have cloths on”

You smacked hard against his shoulder.

“OW. For what was this?”

“For being pervert and this all the time” you said. “You know, it sometimes really looks like you were a horny man who can only think about the thing”

“Sorry” he said. You realize you sounded harsher than you wanted.

“No, I have to say sorry. I…sometimes forgot that you’re often on a mission and well…we don’t have much time together”

“Well, you had a point with the pervert thing. But I can’t stop. You drive me crazy and I cannot stop thinking about you”

“Even now?”

“Yeah, even now.”

He shifted a bit and then you could feel how much he thinks about you.

“I am impressed”

“How?”

“Well...walking straight and hiding this must be tough.”

“I had enough time to train hiding it”

You chuckled a bit. “Well, that’s true. But now, you don’t have to hide”

With this, you pushed your hips light against his crotch and got the answer you wanted: A soft moan came out of his mouth.

“I thought…this would only be…cuddling” he said while looking directly in your eyes. You could see his lust in it.

“And you believed that? You should already know how badly I want to see you naked and inside me like you want to see me naked and around you.”

“We’re both perverts”

“We’re also a couple with desires. And now do what you have to do. You know, we have chores to do at the afternoon”

Link took you by word. He put down his tunic and threw it away. Immediately his hands roam your body until he grabs your dress. He violently took it off you and also threw it away. Then he admired your almost naked body while licking over his lips. You could see his hunger for your whole body.

He pressed his clothed sex against your clothed sex. You could not hide a moan while a wave of pleasure flew over you.

You could feel how hard he got from this little noise while Link could feel how already wet you were for him.

“You can admire me later, you know?”

“A bit impatient, are we?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I am. So put your damn mastersword inside me or you have to take care of yourself and the chores alone”

With this, he put down his pants and you put down your pants. You spread your legs so he could found a comfortable position to lay. He adjusted himself and slowly went inside you with his cock.

He always was so sweet when you two had sex. He waited for you to getting used to his size. He never started thrusting before you said you were ready.

You sharply breathed in when you felt him.

“You are so damn tight” he moaned while he waited for you.

“And you’re so huge. I can understand why you’re so skilled with big swords”

Link blushed a bit. “I am not huge. That’s average, you know”

You caress his cheek.

“I know it. I just wanted to play with you a bit.”

He put on a smile and leans over you to place his lips on yours. It was a bit sloppy but for a make out starting perfect. He kneaded your breast while he slowly licks over your lips while kissing. A moan escaped your lips and you automatically put your legs around him.

You wanted him to be close to you.

“I am…ready” you said after you two parted and panted a bit. He just nodded and with this, he slowly started thrusting. He started with a slow pace to find a good rhythm for both of you. You peppered him with kisses while doing and desperately wanted it faster and harder.

“Link…please…faster….harder…”

Link picks up his speed and slides in and out as fast as he could. The sensation hit you and you screamed out his name.

”LINK”

As an answer you got a satisfied moan from him. You curled your legs around his to stay connected while he thrusted in and outside you. It feels like your bodies melted together to one. He threw his head back in his neck and tried to concentrate. He wanted to enjoy every piece of this moment and of course, every contact with you. He filled you perfectly.

With every bump, a wave of sensation went through you and you threw your head back in your neck in pleasure. He gripped onto your hips and pound harder into you. You gripped the sheets of the bed by the hard contact and the sexual feeling which went over you.

“I’m…close...”

Your vision blurred a bit when you feel your climax was there. Immediately all your nerves relaxed and the sexual tension were away. Link came at the same when you feel his hot seed between your thighs.

He collapsed a bit over you after his high. You were glad it was already morning. He often falls asleep after sex. Often over you and sometimes, he really was heavy.

You both panted and were full of sweat. It was not the longest sex you had. But one of the more satisfied one.

“Gosh, I missed this” he said while laying himself next to you.

“And I missed you, Link” you said and rolled yourself in his arms. You two kissed. Sweet and lovely.

“I could lay here forever with you”

“Me, too. But…”

“But?”

“You know, we have some chores to do. And if you’re a good boy, I will reward you later”

Now Link was all in for doing chores.

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dear-selena · 5 years ago

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All I See (Peter Parker x Soulmate! Reader): Chapter 1

Peter x Reader Soulmate!AU

Summary: You live in a world where women start to gain color when they meet their soulmate, but they cannot see all the colors at once until they’ve united with them. Peter Parker is your soulmate, but he has no idea. You want to tell him about the colors you see, but are afraid to. Sometimes, girls can be malicious with the soulmate troupe, and you don’t want Peter to think you’re doing the same. So you keep quiet, and experience one color at a time.

It isn’t until Liz Allan comes in the picture that all you see is green, and you hate it.

A/N: Hello! This is the first story I’ve written in a long time, and I was inspired by all the soulmate AU fanfics I read. I’m uploading this through my phone, so I apologize for any weird typos or spacing. Please feel free to give me feedback on how I can approve and let me know if you’d like to read more!

EDIT: I completelt forgot to mention that this takes place before the events in infinity war and endgame happened!

Chapter one: From Yellow to Green

Words: 1537

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Yellow.

You love the color yellow. It’s bright, friendly, and happy. Especially when it illuminates your soulmate’s features.

The infamous Peter Parker makes his way towards you, eyes lighting up as he sees you at your locker. You’re currently grabbing your lunch, and waiting for him to walk with you to the cafeteria.

“Hey (Y/N),” Peter says as he reaches you. “What do you have today?”

“Just a simple PB & J. I was too lazy to make anything else this morning.”

Peter shrugs. “Sounds good at least.” He smiles at you as you two start to walk.

You love the way yellow lights up his smile, even though you know he’s not actually colored in yellow. According to others, his hair is brown, his skin is pale, and his lips are pink. You just can’t see that.

At least, you cannot see it now. You’ll be able to see all the colors together once you make a connection with your soulmate. The minute you saw Peter for the first time at the beginning of the school year, your vision instantly flashed from color to color, and you instantly knew he was your soulmate. However, that didn’t mean you had a connection with him yet. The connection can’t just be as simple as a first kiss or becoming friends, it has to come from a strong relationship. You became fast friends with Peter and his friend group, but you haven’t developed the strong soulmate connection with him. Until then though, you only get to see one color at a time based on the emotions your soulmate makes you feel. Blue for sadness, pink for romantic-love, and yellow for friend-love.

You want to see all the colors at once, you really do, but you don’t want to lose Peter in the process. You made plans to tell Peter about the colors he made you see, but you stopped yourself when you learned about something from his past. Before you met him, Peter had a “traumatizing” experience with a girl that pretended to be his soulmate. You didn’t want to ask for details, but according to Ned and MJ, he was devastated, and practically shut himself away from the world for a bit.

Despite your growing feelings and desire to connect with him, you didn’t know how to approach Peter about this. You didn’t want him to think you were lying. You’ve heard crazy stories of how people don’t believe their soulmates when they confess or how some end up hating who they’re destined to be with. You couldn’t imagine hating your soulmate, but because of what yours went through before you came into the picture, the last thing you wanted was for Peter to be angry with you. The last thing you wanted was to lose him.

So you keep this secret to yourself for now. You find that you’re content with only seeing one color at a time. You know you’ll eventually find a way to tell him about the colors. Hell, maybe he likes you, and he’ll ask you out one day and make this soulmate business a whole lot easier. But you can’t be sure. He treats you so sweetly, and helps you with the smallest things. But he also does that for Ned and MJ. You might not have known the three of them as long as they’ve known each other, but you feel as if you’ve known them for a lifetime.

“I really wanna have another movie night,” You say to Peter as you continue the short walk to the cafeteria. “But this time, I don’t want you running out the door when trouble calls.”

“Ah (Y/N), you know when Mr. Stark calls I have to answer. It’s part of being his intern.”

“Yeah… his intern,” You say that last part very sarcastically. You know he’s Spider-Man, and you know he keeps calling it an internship in public to avoid eavesdroppers.

“Mhm yeah that’s me,” Peter responds in a sarcastic tone. You playfully shove him with your arm, only for him to playfully shove you back with a smile. Your vision suddenly transitions from yellow to pink, and you feel warm inside. You also love pink. When you see it, it makes you feel special in Peter’s eyes. Even though he has no idea you’re his soulmate, he still does little things that you consider flirting. Every time, without fail, your vision turns pink.

You could see the world in this color forever.

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“Dude, shut up!” Peter manages to say through his fits of laughter.

You’re sitting in the cafeteria now, laughing at a joke Peter’s best friend Ned just cracked. Ned was making a joke about something embarrassing that happened last year, before you met everyone. You only just moved to Queens before the school year started, and with the school year already being halfway over, you’ve become accustomed to everything here.

“But (Y/N),” Ned said through bits of laughter. “The best part of it all was a rip in his pants he had no idea about. He went to the decathlon like that and didn’t even notice.”

Another fit of laughter came out of your lips with Ned as you saw your vision change back to yellow. It was your favorite color, and emotion that Peter made you feel. After all, you loved being his friend. You also loved Ned and MJ in a friend way, but knowing that you saw the colors because of Peter made things a little more special with him.

“Okay, okay… I think (Y/N)’s heard enough about this,” Peter said. He was definitely embarrassed about the whole thing. But it was so funny.

You take a minute to stop laughing and proceed to finish your lunch. You become aware of the time, and see you have only 5 minutes before you have to go to AP Physics with your two friends. You weren’t really good in the subject, but the two nerdy boys you sit with at lunch everyday made the classes easier. They were always willing to help.

But you especially liked it when Peter helped you in the class because when he smiled at you or accidentally brushed his hand against yours, your vision was engulfed with pink.

You look up to see both boys completely fixated on something behind you. You turn around to see nothing out of the ordinary. Students were finishing their lunches and talking to their friends throughout the cafeteria. However, after a minute one girl you’ve never seen before caught you off guard. She was tall, with long dark hair and wearing a really cute outfit that consisted of a lacy top, skirt, and boots. From what you can see, she was definitely a pretty girl.

You turn back around and see that Peter’s wide eyes still fixated past you, mouth slightly parted in awe. Ned on the other hand is looking back and forth between Peter and the girl.

“Uh,” you mutter as you turn around again to see the girl. “What are you guys staring at?”

“That’s Liz Allan,” Ned answered, looking at her again. “Peter’s old crush.”

You suddenly feel a stabbing in your heart. Did Ned really just say Peter’s old CRUSH?

You quickly turn around to look at this girl again. You admitted she was pretty before, but now looking at her again in the distance, you could see she’s beautiful. Her hair is perfectly curled, her make-up done amazingingly, and her outfit looks great on her. Despite her looks, the stabbing feeling in your heart remained. Something about knowing that Peter used to have a crush on this girl didn’t make you feel good.

Suddenly, she looks up and smiles brightly. As she walks towards your table, you quickly turn around to see Peter’s eyes go wider and Ned stutter. Ned hits Peter in the shoulder to try to shake him out of any trance, and Peter glares at him. Before they can start bickering, Liz reaches the table.

“Ned! Peter!” Liz says in such a sweet voice. Peter gives the girl a nervous smile, while Ned proceeds to stand up and hug her.

“Liz Allan! Long time no see! What are you doing here?” Ned asks.

“I just moved back!” Liz exclaims. “I’ll be here for the rest of the year.”

“Oh that’s awesome! Are you coming back to the decathlon team ...”

You stop focusing on their conversation as you look back at Peter, whose slowly getting up from his seat, eyes mesmerized on this girl. Liz looks over at him and gives him a big smile.

“Hey Peter, it’s good to see you.” She hugs him.

You watch as your soulmate stutters out a high pitched “Hey Liz,” as he wraps his arms around her. The stabbing in your chest became more intense. It was almost unbearable.

Suddenly, the yellow color that you adore starts morphing into a new color. You blink a few times in shock as you look around at your surroundings. You’ve never seen this color before, but considering your knowledge of the color psychology and how you feel, you know exactly what the color is.

All you see is green.

For envy.

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