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cinematicgf · 2 years ago

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After Hours- 18+ dbf!joel

Summary: coming home from college and staying with your dad means that you get to see his attractive best friend, Joel, all the time, from nights in to neighborhood parties. but as the two of you start to see each other regularly when you’re home for college breaks, feelings start to get involved, all leading to one night in a hotel room.

Pairing: (pre-outbreak) dbf!joel miller x afab!reader

Warnings and notes: 18+, smutty smut, minors DNI, dad’s best friend Joel, age gap, fingering, pet names, phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, swearing, reader in uni, drinking, no use of y/n, a little hint of fluff and lots of smut

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A/N: hey again<3 this was suppose to be a drabble but i got carried away whoops. I hope you guys enjoy this work of dbf!joel smut and as always, your feedback is always welcome so please like, comment and reblog!

ps. I wrote this over a bottle of wine before going to friends place to drink another bottle of wine so apologies if there’s any mistakes. enjoy<3

Oh, baby, where are you now when I need you most?

I'd give it all just to hold you close

The morning sunlight seeps through a crack in the curtain, illuminating the hotel room in a soft glow. Your eyes crack open at the breech of your slumber, as you take in the unfamiliar setting. Usually, in a situation of waking up to unknown territory your heart would skip to your throat and panic would set in, if it weren’t for the warm body and heavy breathing encased close behind you. One large, muscular arm keeping you in place draped over your waist and an all too familiar hint of yesterdays cologne and musk relaxes you into a blissed-out morning attitude. Behind you, of course, is Joel. Joel of contractor and fourth of July barbecue fame in your neighborhood. The man who you had been crushing on since you were a teenager, and now, with your transition into university and spending time apart from your hometown and the residents, coming back meant that you have changed.

You left a naive teenager with a passion for history and came back as a young adult, ready and willing for what life through at you. And no one had noticed this change more than Joel. Taking extra-long glances at you as your back was turned whilst you were studying in the living room, taking peaks at your ass as you bent over to grab yourself a beer from the fridge, oh so kindly provided by your father, and oh god almighty, who could forget the pet names, anything from ‘honey’ to ‘pretty girl’ which, admittedly, use to just be a friendly affirmation of care from the older man, but now sent an electric shock of arousal straight to your core.

There was one slight problem to both of your developing feelings was the Joel was your father’s best friend. Although you and your father were somewhat close, after your mother had decided to bail and your new slutty stepmother had been brought into the mix of your home life, your not-so-subtle feelings of despise toward the woman were apparent. Of course, you wanted your dad to be happy but CMON... did it have to be with Slutty Steph who flirted with quite literally every man who came within a 3-mile radius of the woman?

In your trips back from university to home over the past six months, your “friendship” with Joel had grown into the two of you flirting back and forth with hearty banter which always led to a filthy comment from either of you- (“What would my father think if I told him, you were just checking out my tits, old man” you shot at him with a smirk. “I would simply tell him his darling little girl was wearing these low-cut shirts only when she knew his best friend was coming over”, he retorted, his breath hot in you ear as he brought his hand up to grip your bare waist under your crop top.). Eventually the flirting turned to a sloppy make out sesh one night when your father had gone to bed early and left the two of you with a bottle and a half left of wine. After that night, every time you would come home from university, the two of you would secretly meet up, either to make out and explore each other’s bodies in the back of his truck, or to dip out of a neighborhood get together so he could have your up against a door, blocking anyone’s unwelcomed entry, as he held you with one huge hand under your thighs and another laced your waist, as he whispered the most filthy string of words known to mankind in your ear as you moaned softly as his cock twitched inside you and he fucked up into you at a brutal pace . Eventually, the hand on your waist would have to be brought up to your mouth to cover your moaning as he pushed deeper and deeper into you, the top of his large cock hitting your g-spot at just the right angle, this, accompanied by the leud sounds of slapping thighs and wet noises throwing you over the edge, with his hand still pressed to your mouth as you came, hard, party makeup and mascara running down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and shook in his arms as he fucked you through your high. It wouldn’t take long for his thrusting to get sloppy after you clench around him tight and he would cum deep inside you, holding you still as he stayed in your pussy, muttering praises of, “that’s my sweet girl, god almighty you did so well baby, squeezing me tight like that. Such a good girl for me, always”. This within itself almost made you come again, but soon enough, after he had gone limp and after a few more slow thrusts, the two of your would have to clean yourselves up and go back out to the familiar faces of your neighbors, pretending a man twice your ages and twice your size in height and muscle hadn’t just fucked you so hard against a bedroom door that your knees were now jello and the shirt you had changed into had a higher neckline to avoid suspicious glares at the many bitemarks and hickeys decorating your neck.

Joel, being the most eligible bachelor in the town, or so your high school friends commented one night when you were out smoking in her car on a university break, always had looks from women, mostly his own age, who were so eager to settle down with the respectable, stable (and ever so filthy) man. Sometimes you thought these little neighborhood parties your dad (and Joel too) would insist you come to were just ways that he could find someone and settle down finally. I guess everyone hoped so, or they hoped that they would be the one he would choose. I mean, with his structured face and messy brown curls, his patchy yet groomed beard, muscular arms, giant hands and not to mention the ever-present bulge in his jeans, all the grown woman in the neighborhood would swoon when he entered. He entertained their boring conversations about work and sometimes ever their husbands, but hell, you would never admit to the jealousy it made you feel. Sometimes, after one too many and a boiling of envy in your veins, you would retreat into the house of whichever neighbor had the honors of hosting and lay on the couch so as not to see the women drooling over the guy you were fucking on a regular basis. The one who was so handsome when he got down on his knees between your legs after racing to your fathers house, knowing he was at work. He would kiss and thrust his fingers into your tight hole until you came around them, back arching and moaning so loud you were surprised you didn’t get a noise complaint. The one who, afterwards, would tangle his hands in your hair as he pulled you onto his lap, feeling his achingly hard cock swell against you as your lips collided, sloppy and lovingly, tasting yourself on his tongue. The one who would whisper how sweet you tasted and who always praised you with a “good girl” after taking his cock so deep it would leave you aching for days.

When you were in the house, having the much needed lie down after your subtle (or so you thought) jealous outbreak, it wasn’t long before guess who wanders through the sliding door into the living room, which you’ve occupied. “Sweetheart…”, he drawls in a knowing tone, “Let’s get you to bed”. His voice is low as he leans against the door, one hand placed on his hip while the other rests on his thigh right next to where his jeans look awfully tight. Your jealousy is quickly forgotten in your drunken state, as you feel yourself get slightly wet from his muscular stance and understanding smirk. He noticed your absence and came looking; that’s gotta be something... right? “Why don’t you join me”, you coo, narrowing your eyes and moving your arm slightly to lean on your side, thus emphasizing your breasts in your lowcut shirt. He grins to himself, rubbing his bead as he adjusts his jeans around his crotch. “C’mon, then, bedtime for you”. He steps over. “Weeeeeeeee”, you exclaim as he picks you up bridal style, giggling the whole time. “Are you taking me for round two?”, you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and looking at him doe eyed. “You”, he gives you a kiss on the forehead once you are both halfway up the stair, “need to sleep it over, sugar”. He puts you down in a room and gently kisses your forehead again, “G’night pretty girl”, he whispers. You smile up at him, drunk and looking with such fascination at the attractive older man. “You’re the pretty one”, you whisper, before he chokes back a laugh and kisses you softly on the lips. “Get some sleep, sweetheart, I’ll check on you tomorrow”.

At first it had just seemed like simple fun. Two grown adults fucking around with each other when you came home from university every few weeks for a break. Despite being your dad’s best friend, Joel spent an ungodly amount of time with you, either when you were staying, and you two fucked in private, or when you were back at university, and you would receive those oh so delicious late night calls of him stroking himself, telling you he had been thinking about you and asking when you were coming home so he could taste how sweet you were again. You were glad your roommate had left earlier in the year, leaving the dorm to yourself, because your moans mixed with Joel’s filthy words of pleasure and praise as you rubbed your clit and eased two fingers inside of you while his hand gripped his cock had you both climaxing at the thought of each other and, to be frank, neither of you were very quiet about it. God, your fingers did nothing compared to having his cock inside you; hell, even his fingers.

“I miss you, doll, when are you back.”

“Joel… I was there last week”, you giggled, breathlessly after you came down from your hig.

“I know, I just miss you is all”, he smiled, rubbing his beard, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot actually, I just wanna make sure that uni is taking care of my sweet girl”.

After a few hours and a knowing of morning sleep deprivation because of the call carrying into the early hour of the dawn, you both hung up. You felt different, you couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of them. That is when you knew that, maybe, you had fucked up a little. It wasn’t just a casual meet and fuck when you were in town anymore. You were both thinking about each other when you were alone and when together, the sparks would fly. But… you couldn’t be in love with your father’s best friend. It was out of the question. Shit… what if he found out? What the hell would he do? You started to overthink and the more you did, you were drawn back to his words, “I miss you” “MY sweet girl”. You decided that you needed to talk to him, fuck it. He would know what to do, and there were only really two options of what could happen. You could tell him your feelings and he could laugh at you and shut it down, maybe even coming to the realization that you were indeed his best friend’s daughter and perhaps this was a bad idea; (despite how fucking incredible you looked when you were straddling him, leaned back a little to take him deeper as you bounced on his cock, riding him so good. He would often come back to that image late at night when he gripped himself and jerked at a rapid pace, pretending he was inside your tight hole). The other option was too exciting to even think about, but you knew it wasn’t exactly ideal… or that he would feel the same. “Sure, he misses you. He misses fucking you, is all”, you speculate to yourself. He is a grown ass man, he has been fucking women since before you were born, what makes you think he is going to want you? A third-year uni student who, may I reiterate, has been his father’s best friend for the better part of roughly seven years. You sigh to yourself as you sit in bed, your textbooks discarded to the side as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to cry at the inevitable fate of your quick fling with Joel. You decided, fuck it, and sent Joel a text that you needed to talk to him.

And this all had led you here, lying in a hotel room in your university town with your dad’s best friend wedged behind you, naked and fast asleep. Despite your groggy state you think back to yesterday’s events. You had texted him in the morning, throwing your phone aside because of nerves but after the familiar ding a few minutes later, you took a peak and, low and behold, a message from Joel saying he would be there soon. Your nervy state only jumped at this, your uni town was two hours from home, and he was wiling to come today to talk. “Calm down” you told yourself, “It’s not going to go like that”. You laid back down, trying to ease your anxiety, before hopping in the shower to wash off all the unwanted nervousness and brace yourself for tonight. Late notice aside, he had been out front of your dorm by midafternoon, leaning against his truck, sunglasses and a t shirt stretching over the expanse of his chest, tight jeans (thank god for your sunglasses because lord forgive, your eyes immediate go there) and his arms folded. He grins upon seeing you, “There she is”, he chuckled pushing himself up from his truck and untucking his arms to greet you with a strong, warm hug. His cologne fills your senses, making you feel at home again, in his arms. He places a kiss to your forehead, opening the truck door for you as you both speed off away from the uni and through town.

Despite the nerves still kicking in your system, you start to make conversation.

“So, why come all the way down here”, you start, looking at his side profile from the passenger seat and god, if he doesn’t look beautiful. His strong nose and trimmed beard making up the artwork that is his face.

“Because you wanted to see me, sugar”, he replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yeah, about that, how long are you staying, because this may take a little bit”. You stare down at your hands, fidgeting slightly in your seat.

“I got a hotel room in town, we can talk all night, doll” he chuckles, glancing at you quickly with a grin before returning his gaze to the road.

God, you wish you didn’t have this weight on your shoulder, you wish you could just get this over with and be tucked up in bed to cry yourself to sleep once his definite answer, that being, of course, that you two should end it, is said and finalized.

Once the two of you arrive at this hotel room it is early evening. The sun is caressing the outskirts of the horizon, flaming the coast, as your heart is rapidly thrumming in your chest. Joel kicks off his shoes and drops heavily on the couch provided by the room and you sit rigid on the arm, not daring to meet his gaze and not being able to utter a word as the nerves, not most insistent, claw at your throat. Joel notices and pushing himself into a sitting position, his thighs push apart of his hand falling between his legs as he watches you, waiting, his brow slightly furrowed as if he knows what is about to happen. Only then do you decide to meet his gaze. Fuck it, lets just get it over with.

“I want to, um, I wanted to talk about us”, you start, meeting his gaze briefly before your eyes return to your palm as your other hand rubs it. “And about what you said on the phone the other night”.

Joel is still looking at you, his brow has furrowed out of slight confusion, or what was that concern… maybe?

“I have found”, you begin again, slowly, not daring to look at him, focusing on a spot on the floor where the carpet meets the linoleum of the kitchen. Perhaps if you just get it all off your chest first without waiting for a response, you’ll feel better. “That I enjoy your company. I mean. Besides the sneaking away and fucking and video calls”, you say slowly. “I enjoy spending time with you at the parties and I find myself getting excited when I get a response from you over text, it’s just… maybe I’m delusional Joel but, I think I’m starting to have feelings. And trust me, I know that wasn’t the deal going into all this, and I know that I’m just a fuck to you and it’s thrilling, having that danger to a relationship, such as sleeping with your best friend’s daughter, but I can’t help it”, you voice is wavering and slightly speeding up to get this all over with quicker. You can feel the sting of tears behind your eyes, but you continue, nevertheless. “So please, just tell me that you don’t want anything now and it can be over with. We can go to those shitty neighborhood parties and talk to each other as if nothing happened but please, Joel, if you don’t want this, tell me now.” A hint of a tear drips down your cheek as you finish your dramatic speech. Your heart is trying to break out of your chest and your hands shake slightly at his awaited response. You still don’t meet his gaze. He is still sitting in the same position, frowning slightly as he takes in your words, before he lets out a heavy sigh. A small tense silence engulfs the room.

“I feel the same”, he says, just barely a whisper. Your head whips around to finally meet his gaze. You look down at him from where you are perched on the side of the couch. “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t realize sooner”, he continues, “especially after the call, and what I said to you. When you are gone, I really do miss you, doll, not just the sex, but… you”. He meets you gaze with a tired smile, and you can’t believe your ears. Your towns hottest, most eligible bachelor; the only guy who has made your heart jump like this and, for the record, the only guy who has actually made you come, has reciprocated feelings for you.

You smile lightly at him, “Really?” you choke out through unwanted tears which started at nerve crying turned into happy sobs. He chuckles, reaching his long arm to intertwine your finger with his, “C’mere babygirl”. You push yourself off the arm of the couch and slide into his lap. One hand laces around your waist while the other is on your thigh, holding you steady. His lips meet yours in a closed-mouth kiss. His hand on your waist travels up to tangle in your hair as he inhales a moan from you, using the opportunity to weave his tongue into your mouth, intertwining yours and his in a heated kiss as you grind down on his hardening cock. He pulls away to gaze at your blissed out face, lips swollen and plump, you smile at him through your daze of joy and love for the man in front of you. “My pretty girl”, he says, caressing the back of your hair, bring his hand around to cup your face and running his thumb over your kiss-drunk lips. You kiss the pad of his thumb. “You’re mine, sweetheart, my gorgeous girl”. He uses his thumb to ease open your mouth before reconnecting your lips in a tongue and teeth clashing kiss. “I don’t care if your father finds out”, he says between hot kisses and your uncontrollable light moans, “you’re my girl and that is all that matters to me”. You feel the arousal warming your panties at his words, as he slips his hand from your thigh up your skirt. Feeling how wet you are makes him grin against your lips, “all for me?”, he whispers more so to himself. “All for you”, you confirm, gasping as he slips a finger through your wet folds. Collecting your arousal, he coats his fingers and slips them inside you. Gasping, you grab onto his shoulders for support, as he reconnects your lips with his. You bring your hand up to caress his face, as he pulls your body closer with the hand that’s not inside you. He swallows your moans as you ride his fingers. “Good girl, you’re doing so well for me baby. You’re taking my fingers so well”, he praises, pressing his forehead to yours as you both watch his fingers moving in and out. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten quickly, and you squeeze his fingers. Joel speeds up slightly, your mouth falling open as a string of moans and gasps escape you. “Joel, I’m—I’m gonna “. “That’s its baby, come for me”, Joel whispers, sending you over the edge as your head falls to his shoulders; your teeth meeting the skin there. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as he continues to move his fingers in and out slowly, riding out your high. When the stimulation gets too much, you bring your hand down to his, moving it out from inside you. You kiss him, ardently, as he brings both muscular arms to engulf you. When you both pull away for air, you notice your bitemark on his should. “Oh shit”, you run your hand over it, “I’m so sorry baby, heat of the moment I guess”, you breathe. He follows your gaze and chuckles, “Sweetheart, I didn’t even feel it”, he assures you, a cheeky, horny look decorating his features, “Besides, I’m sure that’s not going to be the first time tonight”, he chuckles. You roll your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, as he carries you to the hotel bed, lips nudging that sweet spot behind your ear.

The day, which had started out as unwanted nerves and hopelessness, as you mourned the inevitable death of your relationship with your dad’s best friend Joel, had ended so much better than you had expected. And as you feel asleep with your head on his chest, listening to his shallow breathing as one large hand was tucked around your waist, rubbing circles on your bare skin, you couldn’t help but smile. He was yours. Now and always.

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reccyls · 1 year ago

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Hii, If it isn’t too much can you give us some spoilers about victors xmas event? Ty;;

Sorry this took me a while to get to! Sure thing, I'll summarize beneath the cut:

Chapter 1

We begin on Christmas Eve, with Kate, Victor, Ellis, and Liam all going shopping for tomorrow's Christmas party. We learn that Victor throws huge parties for Crown every year and goes the whole nine yards. We also see Victor being very popular among all the townspeople: he's approachable and friendly, and he always seems to keep up with how everyone is doing. Ellis is also popular, and Liam's fans are everywhere, so they're similarly the center of attention. Kate thinks about how everyone seems to know the three of them, and yet the fact that they're working in the shadows for Crown still seems to be a secret from the greater world.

They have to split up to get all the shopping done on time, so Victor directs Ellis and Liam to purchase the necessary supplies, while he and Kate go handle the remaining tasks like purchasing the flowers to decorate the castle. Kate says she'd be happy to do anything she can to help out, and privately thinks to herself that she's happy she gets to monopolize Victor's time, considering he's so popular with everyone.

After finishing their shopping, they leave the flower shop and head back outside into the cold winter air. Victor offers Kate his jacket, but she tells him to keep it on or else he'll catch a cold. So Victor instead wraps his jacket around the both of them to keep them warm, flustering Kate.

Victor mentions a legend of how snow falling on a holy night means that someone's wish will come true, then asks what Kate would wish for. She thinks to herself that she'd wish for everyone in Crown to stay safe and unharmed, and for everyone to keep smiling. But then she asks what Victor would wish for. He says that he'd decided on his wish a long time ago, but since she didn't tell him her wishes, he won't be telling her his. Kate says that's mean of him and he goes, "Yes, I am mean. Did you just now notice?"

When he smiles at her, she feels her heart skip a beat. Kate thinks to herself that she doesn't feel like this when she's with the other members of Crown. Victor is the only one who makes her feel like this.

But Liam and Ellis are done with their shopping, and that's the end of that moment. So they reunite and go return to the castle to prepare for the Christmas party.

Late that night, Victor is leaving the castle when he runs into William. William asks what Victor is doing, and Victor says that he is going to play the part of Santa Claus and hand out presents to the children... well, that's what he would have liked to say. Actually, he does still have one last bit of business to take care of. William offers to go with him, saying that he feels like a bad surprise is coming. However, Victor refuses, saying that he knows William has his own work, so he's fine going by himself, then he takes his leave. Now alone, William turns his gaze out the window, saying to himself that it looks like it's going to snow tomorrow.

And it's now the next morning, Christmas day! Everyone greets each other as they gather in the dining hall. It appears that a letter has been left at everyone's seat from Victor, telling them that they have the day off and a feast has been prepared for them, so they're free to spend the day eating and drinking to their hearts' content. It is almost the perfect atmosphere for a party, except for one thing: the host, Victor, is missing.

Crown wonders where he is. Roger asks if Victor tired himself out from decorating the day before so he overslept; Elbert repsonds by asking if Victor sleeps at all. Just as Liam is about to go to the royal castle and look around for Victor, the man of the hour arrives with a joyful greeting to the members of Crown.

Immediately what catches everyone's attention is a collar around Victor's neck.

Kate: Um, Victor? What is that black collar around your neck? Victor: Oh, this? It's an explosive collar. Victor: Sorry, but I might die.

Chapter 2

While Kate needs a second to process that, the rest of Crown seems rather blasé about everything. Roger asks to see the collar, saying that explosives made like this are rather rare. The collar has a timer on it, and it appears to have around half a day left. It'll explode when the clock hits midnight.

Ellis says that it's a very strange Christmas present. Victor himself also joins in on the joking, and apologizes for making such a fuss for everyone. Kate almost wants to step in and say that this isn't a laughing matter, but stops herself. Just because everyone is joking doesn't mean that they aren't taking it seriously.

Harrison then speaks up. He says it doesn't particularly matter to him whether Victor's head goes flying, but those are just his personal feelings. He knows that Victor is essential to both Crown and to the country, so he'll look for a way to defuse the bomb. And one by one, the rest of Crown also agree to look for a way to save Victor (interestingly, Roger asks for national secrets from a particular country in exchange for his help. Wonder what that's about...)

Kate also offers to do whatever she can, so William assigns her the duty of watching over Victor until the rest of them get back. If Victor moves around too much or too extremely, the collar might detonate early. So she'd better keep an eye on him, right? And with that, he and the rest of Crown disperse to look for ways to defuse the bomb.

After the rest of Crown leaves, Kate and Victor are in Victor's office, as Victor is taking care of paperwork like nothing's wrong. Kate is brooding to herself: as part of her work in Crown, she'd been exposed to a lot of dangerous situations, and she has somewhat gotten used to it. But despite that all, there was some part of her that took Victor for granted. No matter what happened, Victor would always be there. And now, this situation with the explosive collar has upended that assumption; even Victor isn't safe.

Victor stops working to catch Kate's attention. She's been staring at him awfully hard. After a little bit of teasing about whether she's staring at him only because William tasked her with it or not, Victor says that he really does appreciate how hardworking and earnest she is. Though there are people who would scoff at her seriousness, Victor admires that about her. Kate thinks to herself that Victor has always seen through her and always knows how to lift up her spirits, and resolves that she shouldn't be stuck in gloomy thoughts. If anything, Victor is the one who should be feeling the most anxious in this situation, so she wants to be able to ease that uneasiness, even a little bit.

So, she suggests they go to the kitchens for a quick break. It turns out Kate's suggestion was to test a new extra buttery scone recipe, and now after some time spent baking, it's out of the oven and a smashing success. Kate gets some tea for them, and they have themselves a private little tea party. As the conversation flows, Victor stops to just stare at Kate, saying that he likes watching her eat, acting completely fine.

This is when Kate realizes: Victor is fine. He's not uneasy at all. The only one anxious here was herself; she suggested this as a way to ease her own anxiety. And that realization makes her wonder: is it possible for someone to be so unfazed by their own approaching death?

Ellis drops by to give them a status update: Crown hasn't found anything so far, but they're expanding their search. They will make it in time. So now Kate and Victor have nothing else to do but wait and wait... And so time passes, until about 11 pm. An hour left of Christmas, an hour before the countdown ends. And this is where Victor says that he has a request of Kate.

Chapter 3 (combining info from both Kate's and Victor's POVs)

Victor says that Santa Claus has left Kate a present in her room. And if she likes that present, to wear it to the dance hall. Kate agrees, and goes to her room, where she sees a large box sitting on the bed.

It turns out to be a jet black dress, which she wears to the dance hall, just as Victor requested. Standing beneath the chandelier is Victor, who was waiting for her. She's beautiful, and Victor wonders to himself when she started looking so mature. Or rather, he realizes he's been trying to ignore it because he wants to see her as a child.

He compliments her, and says that Santa Claus would surely be pleased to see her wearing it. Kate asks if he is happy, and he replies that yes, he is. He then extends his hand toward her, and asks her for a dance.

But, Kate can't make herself take it. She asks him why. Victor answers that rather than just sitting around and doing nothing to pass the time, he'd much rather spend it having fun with her. But that wasn't what Kate was asking. Here, all the unease and worries she has been holding back overflow with her tears, and she asks why Victor isn't afraid of dying. She's terrified by the possibility that Victor could be dead in less than an hour, she's afraid of losing him, his voice, his laughter, his entire existence.

She asks him to be scared of the possibility of losing his life. She asks him to value it. And Victor wonders how he should respond. Saying "I am scared" and maybe shedding a few tears with her would be a 'Victor-like' response, wouldn't it? And yet, he does not want to just brush her feelings off like that.

So with a smile, Victor apologizes to Kate. He says that he has already let go of those feelings a long time ago, thinking back to this flashback of his past. He and death are one. If death means to take him now, then so be it. But he has a feeling that he is not meant to die just yet. He is not meant for death, not yet.

Though he looks just like the Victor that Kate knows, there's something different about him. The atmosphere surrounding him is different, something entirely strange and foreign, emanating pure confidence as if he could control death and darkness itself.

The moment seems to stretch on. Victor thinks to himself that that he had sacrificed his human soul to death in order to get what he has now. And now looking at Kate, he can see something in her gaze, something that tells him that she knows she shouldn't be looking deeper into this, but that she still deeply wants to. He thinks to himself that she shouldn't be making that kind of expression. That he loves seeing people like her, pure and innocent, becoming stained by darkness. Half as a joke and half as a warning, Victor says that if she keeps staring at him, she may end up getting twisted with his destiny. Or maybe, is that what she is hoping for?

Before Kate can answer, a large clamor sounds from outside. It's the rest of Crown, returning just in the nick of time with the knowledge of how to defuse the bomb. With only a minute left on the timer, they get the bomb off of Victor's neck and safely defused. Liam calls Victor lucky; Victor thinks to himself, "See? I was right." Outwardly, he's laughing and smiling just as usual. As if the last few minutes didn't happen.

After that, Victor finds Kate in the garden staring up at the sky, just as it's started snowing. He goes to stand by her, and Kate repeats that legend he told her the previous day. "When snow falls on a holy day, someone's wish will come true." It's not Christmas anymore, but could her wish still come to pass? Victor says of course it can. And so Kate says she's decided on her wish: that until the day death claims Victor, he can continue to smile.

Even though she must have a mountain of questions for him, she has put them aside, and still wishes for his happiness. A snowflake falls on Kate's cheek and Victor wipes it away before it melts, and he tells her what she wished for the other day since she told him hers: that he hoped it was her wish, out of everyone else's, that would come to pass. Then he pledges to her that he will make her wish come true.

They never did get their Christmas dance together, but it's never too late. Amidst the falling snow and the night outside, they have their dance.

A few days later, Kate is browsing the newspaper when she comes across an article about the corpses of a terrorist group being discovered. And near those dead bodies were some broken mysterious collars...

Kate has a duty to write up what happened at Christmas in her reports, but sitting at her typewriter, she can't make herself start writing. There are too many mysterious surrounding Victor, the queen's aide. And she wants to uncover them all.

We turn back time, just after the dance in the garden. After Victor has escorted Kate back to her room, he runs into Harrison in the hallways, who says that he has a question for Victor.

Harrison says that Victor just reeks of lies. He thinks that the explosive collar wasn't just something that Victor got 'caught up in', and asks whether Victor deliberately put the collar on himself.

And Victor smiles, and goes, "Did I?"

Epilogue

Though it was a vague response, that doesn't deter Harrison at all. Victor thinks to himself that Harrison's curse likely allows him to see all of Victor's lies. He asks why Harrison thinks so, and Harrison responds that Victor isn't the kind of person who would let anyone approach him, and especially not his vulnerable spots like his neck. And furthermore, William hasn't been around for a while. He just has the feeling that there's someone going on in the background.

Victor just returns with a smile, knowing that Harrison will read into the true answer from that. He asks whether Harrison wants a reward for uncovering Victor's lie; Harrison says hell no, and that everything's probably already almost wrapped up anyway. But before he goes, he says that he knows Victor lies, and he'll be judging whether those lies are evil or not. But he tells Victor not to get Kate involved in whatever his business is.

Victor: And what if she takes the first step into darkness of her own volition? Harrison: ...Then I'll open her eyes to the truth.

Victor laughs and says that's a wise decision. Narrowing his eyes but otherwise not responding, Harrison leaves. Victor thinks that Kate has found herself some good friends... Aaaand, that it's time for the last bit of cleanup.

In a nondescript warehouse, Victor opens a secret door and heads down towards the basement. William greets him casually, saying that he's late and the Christmas party is nearly over. Standing next to William are a group of people crying with relief, and a pile of unlocked and defused explosive collars sitting on the floor.

Victor thanks William for working quickly, and muses that Harrison was indeed correct: Victor did put the explosive collar on his own neck willingly. Yesterday, on Christmas Eve, Victor left to deal with a terrorist group that was threatening the country. They had taken many people as hostages and fitted them with explosive collars, and were demanding the head of the queen in exchange for releasing the hostages.

Victor had put a collar around his own neck and made a bet with the group. If he can defuse the collar before the time limit, then they let all the hostages go and their lives are forfeit. Otherwise, they're free to do whatever they want to the queen and himself, the queen's aide.

He had done it for two reasons: the first was to put the hostages at ease. Surely Victor wouldn't risk his own life if he wasn't absolutely certain he could defuse the bombs, so they would be safe as well. And the second reason was to buy time for the rest of Crown to research how to safely disarm the bombs.

And in the end, everything worked out. William had taken the knowledge of how to defuse the bombs and went ahead to rescue the hostages. William says he'll take the hostages away and lead them to safety and leave matters here to Victor.

The terrorists are practically whimpering in fear, but Victor just smiles and tells them not to even think of fleeing for their lives. It's useless anyway. So... just how shall he sacrifice their lives...?

A little while later, Victor emerges back to the outside world. It's still snowing, which he finds fortunate: the falling snow will cover up the scent of blood, and his footprints. William had sent the hostages somewhere safe, so now it's just him and Victor. William notes that Victor is unusually down, to which Victor responds of course he is! He missed out on a fun Christmas with everyone. Do you think he could get everyone to redo the whole thing? William says that Jude would flat out not attend and Harrison would definitely make a face at the suggestion. So Victor says he'll plan something else, and William leaves him to it as he has somewhere else to be for now.

Now alone, Victor looks up at the sky, to the white snow drifting down from the night sky. He thinks it's just like Kate, thinking back to the time a few hours ago, when he was asking her if she had wanted to get involved in his destiny. His instincts then had been screaming at him, telling him to whisk Kate away, to drag her into the darkness. To dye her black.

He muses how he doesn't sound like himself. And so, he thinks that it's for the better if Kate doesn't know the real him. That they shouldn't be friends, much less lovers. He's the queen's aide in charge of Crown, and she is the fairy tale master who records their stories. They can be close in this way, but never anything that would bring them closer together. After all, pure white snow and jet black darkness cannot mix.

Letting out a short laugh that he doesn't intend for anyone else to hear, Victor sets off, trampling the white snow underfoot as he walks on.

#ikemen villains #victor (ikevil)

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reigningqueenofwords · 4 months ago

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Dad

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x daughter!Reader

Part 19 of Looking for the Captain

Bruce was in his lab when Steve called. “Hello.” He answered quickly, worried. “Is everyone okay?” Did something happen? He couldn’t think of another reason for Steve to be calling.

“Well.” He sighed. “We..don’t know.” He told him awkwardly.

He froze. “What do you mean you ‘don’t know’?” He was clearly confused. “Is anyone hurt? Sick?”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll skip all the details, but would Plan B work for us? Me and Y/N?” He clarified, wincing. Who else would he be talking about? Bruce was smart, and could have figured that out for himself.

“Uh.” It wasn’t like there was a ton of research on this topic. When would they have been able to do research on this, and then publish the findings? “I honestly can’t say…” He admitted.

While Steve was on the phone, you took the pill anyway. It couldn’t hurt to try, right? “Oh, uh, I should warn you. The cashier said that you won’t feel too hot for a few days, and your period might feel way worse.” Bucky told you. “His girlfriend had to take it once and hated it. Said it felt like Freddy Krueger was in her stomach or something.” He made a face. He didn’t like thinking of you dealing with that. It was something else he couldn’t protect you from.

You made a face. “Well, that sucks.” You grumbled, not looking forward to any of that. “Kinda wish I was at the tower for that.” You admitted. “Could have asked Bruce for some pain killers.”

Steve came in and his face didn’t give you hope. “So, he can’t say.” He started. “There’s obviously no research on this. He suggested taking it as a just in case, because it might work.” He felt bad now. This hadn’t even crossed his mind last night, and it really should have. He shouldn’t have let himself get so carried away.

“Already did.” You told him, slightly worried. “Apparently I won’t feel hot for a few days, and my next period might be worse than usual.” You scrunched your nose. “So, I’m sorry if I’m a bitch.” You half joked.

He let out half a chuckle. “It’s okay.” He assured you. “When is your period due?”

“A week and a half.” It would probably feel like much longer.

“Do I need to go back to the store for supplies?” Bucky asked, clearly hoping that the answer was ‘no’. “Or do you want me to head to the tower to ask Bruce for something?” It would be a long drive, but he’d do it in a heartbeat if it meant you wouldn’t have to deal with the pain.

You shook your head. “I packed for it, don’t worry.” You assured him. “I’ll let you know, though. If what I packed isn’t enough.” Who knows if you’d want something closer to that time. “So, should we get your camp setup early? Then we can spend the rest of the day playing board games and watching movies?” Maybe this would be a good way for the three of you to bond and get over this awkwardness your father felt. “Then after dinner I can make us some drinks.” You offered. “Relax and all that.”

Bucky nodded. “Sure.” He easily agreed, pushing that morning from his mind. “Stevie can help me pitch the ten-” He gave you a bored look as you giggled. “Haha. Very mature.” He rolled his eyes for effect. “Anyways. We’ll get the tent set up, how about you work on getting the air mattress blown up. I can bring it out after.” Sure, he grabbed a sleeping bag, but why not put that on the air mattress.

“I think I’ll only have a drink or two.” Steve noted. “I want to remain alert. The chances of someone getting to you here is low, but I don’t want to risk it.” That was the last thing that he wanted. “But, I’m sure that there will be a party once this passes.” He chuckled. “Tony will throw one himself. Then I will let myself let loose. Deal?”

You grinned at that. “Deal.” You agreed easily.

It didn’t take long for everything to be set up out back. It actually looked like a comfy little camping set up, if you were being honest. “How about a game of Sorry!, and then I’ll make lunch?” You suggested, looking at the two guys.

“Sure.” They both agreed easily.

“HAHAH! Sucker!” You laughed as you once again sent one of Bucky’s pawns back to home.

“That’s like the fourth time!” He groaned. “Are you cheating?” He teased.

“How would I cheat? You see what card I draw, and how many spaces I move.” You giggled, pulling your hair up. You were clearly very amused.

Bucky gave you a playful glare. “You were a mean little shit when you played Candy Land, weren’t you?”

You played along, putting your hand on your chest as you gasped. “I will have you know , I was a delight playing Candy Land! It was Chutes and Ladders that did it.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. He was glad that things were calm at the moment. Maybe this cabin would help you have a better relationship with Bucky. Taking his card, he sighed. “Go back 4 spots.” He read. “I know I won’t be winning this round.” He mused.

“Awe.” You patted his arm. “Should we move to go fish next?” You grinned.

“I’d say poker, but I have a feeling you can play that, too.” He raised an eyebrow at you as Bucky took his turn.

You made a ‘so-so’ motion with your hand. “I’m not like really good at it, but I know how to play.” You shrugged. “I learned how to play at a frat party my freshman year in collage. I got bored and found some playing cards. A couple of the frat twins and their dates taught me.”

“They weren’t bothered that you weren’t enjoying the party?” Bucky asked.

“Not really. They were seniors and used to the parties at that point. They knew it wasn’t for everyone. They were more shocked I wasn’t in a sorority.”

“Why weren’t you?” Steve was honestly curious. You were very sociable, and would likely thrive in that environment.

“I actually planned on it. Found one I thought I would love. Then pledge week started, and so did the hazing.” You scrunched your nose. “I bowed out. I think hazing isn’t as bad as it used to be, but still needs to just stop.”

Bucky shook his head. “Proud of you for not putting yourself through that.” He’d seen hazing in a couple movies, and couldn’t understand why people agreed to it. It didn’t seem all that worth it to him.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Thanks.” It was a nice change from the pair of you butting heads so much. There was a glimmer of hope that maybe you could have an actual father-daughter relationship with him.

You won Sorry!, and then went to make some sandwiches while the two of them hung out in the living room. Steve offered to help, but you declined. You had a feeling the pair of them hadn’t had a chance to hang out in years. You took your time so that they didn’t have only a few minutes. As you made each sandwich, you hummed to yourself.

Bucky lounged in a chair as Steve sat on the couch. “It’s been awhile, huh, Stevie?” He mused.

Steve nodded, a sad smile on his face. “It has. Too long.” He agreed. “Hopefully once this is over with it won’t be years before I see you again?” He glanced at his best friend.

He chuckled. “That’s the plan. What, think I’ll take off and just show up again for the wedding?” He felt that maybe joking with him would help. He was taking Nat’s word to heart- what if Stevie was dating literally anyone else that made him this happy?

“Jesus, Buck.” He glanced at the kitchen, hoping you hadn’t heard. “We literally just started dating. No one has mentioned that.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ve known you since we were kids, punk.” He reminded him. “And Stark said he sees that in your future with her.” Bucky admitted softly. “Then pointed out I’d be the grandfather to my best friend’s kids.”

He furrowed his brows. “When did he say that?”

“When I went to ask him for the address for the cabin.” He shrugged. “Anyways, what should we watch while we eat?” He could hear you coming back, and knew Steve could, too.

“Oh, I vote something funny. Save the scary for at night.” You said as you set the tray down with their plates and drinks. “How about you pick?” You suggested to Bucky as you went to get your food, making you wonder if you’d ever call him ‘dad’. The idea was so foreign to you. And you were so wounded in the parent department at the moment. With everything that had happened with your father, and then your mother attacking the tower. Clearly she hadn’t been herself, but could you ever look at her and not be afraid? Was your relationship shattered?

Resting your hands on the counter you hung your head as you took a deep breath. You pushed off the counter and swallowed those emotions. Rolling your shoulders, you got your lunch and went back to the guys to see what Bucky picked.

Thankfully you’d managed to keep those thoughts from your mind all day. They didn’t sneak up on you again until you were on your third drink. The last thing that you wanted was to ruin the really good day the three of you had going. You’d played card games, board games, played with Goliath in the back, and watched a couple movies.

Downing the last half of your drink in one go, you let out a breath. “You boys have fun, I think I’m gonna get some sleep.” No need to add you hadn’t slept much the night before. “You guys have fun. Have some guy time doing whatever it is guys do.” You chuckled. “Night.” You leaned over, giving Steve a quick kiss. “Night, dad.” You said without realizing it before heading upstairs to the bedroom and gently shutting the door.

Bucky and Steve stared at each other. “Did she just call me dad?” Bucky asked, feeling a bit emotional.

“She did.” Steve smiled at him.

Tagging: @vicmc624 @hisredheadedgoddess28

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artificialqueens · 2 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 107 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Bianca fled from the Galactica show before the afterparty to avoid Fame’s cold shoulder, and Violet celebrated her first successful runway show with a couple of drinks. A lot of drinks.

This Chapter: Courtney comforts Bianca and Sutan gets lucky.

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Courtney wrapped herself into a soft, fluffy bathrobe. She’d spent three hours in the gym that morning, then worked with two different producers over Skype, then rushed off to a vocal lesson. By the time she’d gotten home, she was so exhausted, she nearly fell asleep in the bathtub.

Now though, she was feeling clean, moisturized and relaxed, and hoped that she could convince Bianca to spend a quiet night in, since they both had incredibly busy days coming up as well. She opened the bedroom door, surprised to see that she’d gotten home already, laying on top of the covers with her clothes still on and an arm flung over her eyes.

“Hey! How long have you been home?” Courtney asked, crawling onto the bed to stretch out beside her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Umm…” Bianca turned her head tiredly to glance at the clock, then said, “I’m not sure. Maybe 20 minutes?”

“I’m happy you’re here,” Courtney murmured, settling into her arms, head resting on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Mmmhmm…” Bianca ran her fingers through Courtney’s still-damp hair, seeming anything but okay. “I was planning to spend some time packing, but…I’m too fuckin’ tired.”

“You deserve to relax,” Courtney told her. She’d been putting outfits aside for weeks now and seemed to be at a point where she was just obsessively changing the accessories every time she looked at them; Courtney knew for a fact that she was fully prepared.

Bianca sighed, and Courtney felt the familiar guilt bubbling up. She knew that the reason she was home early was that she’d skipped the Galactica party, and while hadn’t been planning to stay long, she’d been hoping that she’d at least have a few drinks, which maybe could have turned into a few more…possibly even reconciling with her friends. How much longer was this feud going to last?

They’d been friends for so long, surely they’d weathered bigger storms than this one.

“So…how was…um, how was your day?” Courtney asked, trying to tread lightly, not wanting to dive in and ask about Galactica directly, right away. Maybe she wouldn’t be ready to talk about it.

“It was okay. The show was pretty spectacular, actually. One of their best ever.” Bianca didn’t waste time talking about the other collections she’d seen that day, knowing right away what Courtney was getting at.

“That’s good, right?”

Bianca nodded, and Courtney laced their fingers together before asking softly, “Did you talk to her?”

After a tense moment, Bianca just shook her head, letting out another little sigh. Courtney hated seeing this, how sad she was about being estranged from her best friend. She especially hated that it had to do with her, that something she did had caused it.

“You know…I was thinking…”

Bianca looked up at her, eyes questioning, and Courtney took a breath. It might be totally out of line for her to even suggest this, but she couldn’t help it. Seeing Bianca so sad was terrible, and even though she had never truly gotten to know Fame on a personal level—not the way Bianca or even Adore did, anyway—she felt like she knew enough to maybe help fix the problem.

“...I don’t know, B, but if all she wants is an apology, for you to like, grovel and ask for forgiveness, then…maybe you should just give that to her.”

Courtney bit her lip, hoping that Bianca wouldn’t be annoyed at the suggestion. For a second, it looked like she might, brow furrowing, opening her mouth to give her typical snarky comeback. But then, the irritation seemed to dissolve, leaving behind only sadness, and she let out a heavy sigh.

“Maybe you’re right. I just…I really wanted her to see that she had a role in this, you know? She’s not some perfect angel. It feels like we should both be saying sorry.”

“I know. And I agree with you, in principle. But…well, whenever I fought with my friends when I was a kid, my mum used to tell me, ‘Sometimes when we love people, we have to choose between being right, and being happy.’”

Bianca chuckled drily. “But I want to be both.”

“That’s what I used to say,” Courtney admitted, giggling, and Bianca went in for another kiss.

When they parted, Bianca sighed again. “Alright, mum, I guess I’ll shoot for happy…”

“Good girl.” Courtney grinned, shifting slightly on top of her, fingers sliding up her thigh.

Bianca finally cracked a smile. “Glad you approve.”

“Mmhmm. But now, I only get you for three more days, so I think we should make the most of it.”

“Good idea.” Bianca cupped her cheek, a soft smile on her face as pulled her down, capturing her lips in a kiss.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” Courtney whispered against her.

“You sure I can’t convince you to come with me?”

“Don’t tempt me!”

“But tempting you is my favorite hobby,” Bianca said, flashing a grin. She still had Courtney’s face cupped gently in her hands.

“I wish I could, but…we’re supposed to start recording next week, and I don’t know how that’s even gonna be possible, but-”

“You’re gonna be great.”

She gazed down at Bianca, looking into her brown eyes and seeing something wistful and a bit sad.

“I would come if I could.”

“Yeah.” Bianca gave her another smile. “I know, angel.”

“Do you want to order dinner?”

“I’m more in the mood for dessert right now,” Bianca said, flipping Courtney onto her back, making her shriek happily as she pulled open her robe, hands sliding up her body.

Courtney closed her eyes, arching up into her touch, any and every previous thought a distant memory as her skin tingled under Bianca’s touch.

***

Nothing said fashion week like having his laptop with him in bed.

Sutan was sitting against the headboard, glasses on, working away on his email. He wasn’t drunk, tipsy at most, but he kept everything he wrote as drafts so he could read them before pressing send in the morning, Sutan learning the hard way that he should never fully trust an email that was written after midnight.

He was just finishing up on the most urgent ones, when the door to the bathroom opened, Violet slipping in. He had only needed to brush his teeth, but Violet had her entire nighttime routine, his girlfriend adorably adamant on doing it, even after a night out, her products on their own shelf in the bathroom.

“There you are, lovely eyes.” Sutan smiled, closing his laptop and placing it on the floor. He grabbed his glasses, moving to put them on the nightstand and turn off the light.

“Oh…”

Sutan paused at the disappointed sound, his hand on the switch, the bedside lamp on Violet’s side still lit. “Oh?”

“Umh…” Violet bit her lip, the sight of them without lipstick strangely erotic, her white teeth sinking in. “Well…” She walked over to the bed, untying her robe, her long bare legs delicious, her manicured toes sinking into the carpet. “I was hoping…”

“Yes?” Sutan knew he was being an asshole, but he couldn’t wait to see where this was going, excitement curling in his belly.

Violet got on the bed, her hands on either side of Sutan’s legs, her silk robe falling open, revealing her fantastic tits, her nipples perfect rose buds.

“Fuck.” Sutan swallowed, which made Violet giggle, his girlfriend sitting down on his lap, Sutan cursing the duvet between them.

“Hopefully.” Violet smiled, her thighs over his hips. “That’s only…” Her fingers found the neckline of his t-shirt, gently tugging on the white cotton. “If you’re not too tired. Of course.”

“Too tired?” Sutan finally allowed his hands to wander, touching up up up and under Violet’s robe, grabbing her ass and clenching tight, her cheeks perfect in his grab. “Never.”

Violet gasped, her mouth falling open, a blush spreading on her cheeks. “Please…”

She was so shy, barely looking at him even as he pressed her against him, kneading her flesh.

Violet was so endlessly fascinating, so needlessly complex, the sweet girl on his lap barely recognisable as the same one who demanded he drop his pants when she was frustrated, who texted him her masturbation plans in the middle of the work day without an ounce of shame.

“Sutan.” Violet leaned down, capturing his lips, practically melting into him. There was no hurry in her kiss, and while Sutan already knew he’d hate his alarm, he was beyond grateful that he remembered to stock up on condoms, Violet perfect and hot as hell in his hands.

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #bitney #vitan #courtney act #bianca del rio #raja gemini #violet chachki #lesbian au #m/f au #fashion au #angst #fluff #smut

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And Then There Was Nothing... || Self-Para

Max moaned into Sebastian’s mouth, just as their lips pulled apart. “Fuck... Do you really have to go...? Must thou leave me so unsatisfied?” he said with a chuckle, the wicked grin splattered on his face while paraphrasing Shakespeare, his tongue licking his lips as he watched the other putting his clothes back on. Some babble about him just making a quick trip home so that his father wouldn’t nag him about it and he would be meeting him later, to continue their steamy weekend, which had started at that party on some mutual friend’s yatch. Out of everything Sebastian said, the only thing that registered in Max’s brain was that they were going to meet again later that day, and that was all he cared about. One more sinful kiss soon ensued, before he slapped the man’s ass playfully and let him go on his way.

@smythe-in-manhattan

While he busied himself to get ready to go as well, Max couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, which had been there almost throughout the weekend, and from some time now. Sebastian Smythe. That skinny, gorgeous boy, with green eyes that feel to go through your soul, the boy who had been the only one to even bother to come up and greet him on that first day back in freshman year, when all the other kids looked at him and whispered, after seeing that one of his fathers was wearing a dress. His only friend all the way through junior high school, the one who had been his first sexual full experience with a boy, since he had already had them with other girls, and have had blowjobs and handjobs from some closeted boys. The first one he shared his first drink with. The one he shared his first line of coke with.

Their relationship wasn’t probably the most healthy one, but to them it was the most real thing they had in the world. In those moments they were together they were happy, careless, even more recently, with that dreadful Gossip Girl instagram account constantly on their backs, which seemed to appear everywhere they went, to report whatever it was they were doing. They were free. Sebastian was Max’s best friend, his lover, his fuck buddy, his confidant. And the more time it passed, the more it weighed on Max how much he felt about the other boy, even if he was well aware that his father didn’t approve of their friendship, because Max had always been deemed as a bad influence for Sebastian, which often made both choke with sudden laughter.

With the high of their weekend together still pumping through his veins, sex, drugs and alcohol included, plus a pesky ‘feelings’ situation on going, Max skipped out of yatch and Uber’ed his way back home. “Morning!” he announced himself brightly as he stepped through the door of his house on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, taking his shoes off at the door before running into the kitchen. “Darling! Finally honoring us with an appearance?” Roy said, then pulled him in his arms and hugged him. “Not for long. I’m meeting Sebastian later. Where’s dad?” he asked, as he served himself some orange juice, and also grabbed a croissant, then chewed on it while Roy said he had to make an early run to the office.

“On a Sunday? Jesus... What a work-aholic” he said and chuckled, then wiped his mouth and was about to head up the stairs, when Roy stopped him. “I thought you had already your time at the party with Sebastian. And now you’re meeting him again- Is there something you may want to tell your dad, Maximiliam?” He made an ‘ugh’ face when he heard his full name laid out like that, to which Roy chuckled, then he walked back to where his dad was and grinned. “Maybe” he said simply, then kissed him on the cheek and flew his way up the stairs and into his room.

Later that day, Max stood across the hotel where Sebastian and he had taken to spend their nights together lately, when they didn’t feel to go to a party, and simply to be alone, in private, out of the sights of any parents, whether they were accepting, or just plain annoying. There was this park on the sidewalk across the hotel, and a bench that was their encounter spot before they went into the hotel, maybe grabbing a coffee to go from the Starbucks at the corner at times, and with a room permanently rented under Max’s name. When you had the money, they were usually no questions asked. He looked at his watch and noticed Sebastian was running late, which was unusual for him, someone who always like everything to be perfect and controlled, starting with the hour when they were supposed to meet.

One hour...

“Are you really going to leave me here, all wind up? That’s cruel, Smythe ;) “

One hour and a half...

“Hey. Is everything okay?”

Two hours...

“Okay, I’m oficially concerned. Where the fuck are you, Sebastian?”

Two hours and a half...

“Fuck this shit” he muttered under his breath, then stood up and hailed for a cab, one stopping immediately for him to step in, and he gave him Sebastian’s address to go to. Since you could always count on the Manhattan’s traffic, it took them another half an hour to get to the building where the Smythes live, and he made haste as he walked inside and asked to be led to the floor they lived in, since it was a private card kind of lift that the building had.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolfe. But I was asked to tell you that Mr. Sebastian Smythe no longer lives here. He and his father took a cab to the airport, almost an hour ago.”

Max would later recall how those words sometimes came to his dreams in later years, almost to haunt him in a way. He stood still for what felt like a long time, then he swallowed the lump in his throat and simply nodded. “I see... Thanks” he said blankly to the desk clerk, then walked out of the building, where the cab driver was still waiting to get paid of his fare. For about two seconds, Max had the mind to ask the man to take him to the airport, to see if there was still time to know what the hell had happened, even if he had a slightest idea of what that was.

“Here” he said, slapping a couple of bills on the man’s hand, then threw his bag over his shoulder and walked away, leaving that building behind, as well as his life, or what what his life could had been with Sebastian Smythe.

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#max wolfe rp #sebastian smythe rp #1x1 rp #sp

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annieintheaair · 3 months ago

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I'm drinking day-old wine, I spend my nights alone, and all these guys are asking if my friends are single and if so if I can hook them up, if I'll be their wingman. No, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't understand.

I'm trying my best to see (and appreciate) kindness in the world daily and using it as inspiration to pass it on.

This morning, I walked out of my hotel room and a pilot walked out of his at the same time. We ended up in the elevator together talking about where we were heading for the day (both one leg home-- me to DFW and him to ORD). When we got to the lobby, he asked if I wanted to come into the lounge with him to grab coffee and maybe some food. I can't tell you how much I appreciated that cup of coffee this morning! Since he was so kind to me, I felt like being extra nice at work today, helping commuting crewmembers find places for their bags so they wouldn't have to check them.

This week has been kind of rough. My body has been screaming at me to slow down. I flew Sunday through Thursday nights last week (5 in a row) and did another 5 in a row this week. I was off last Friday and Saturday nights and this weekend I'm now off until Monday night! I had been planning on hopefully going to my nephew's 1st birthday party in New Jersey but sure enough, all of this work has caught up to me and now I'm sick.

Wednesday night I tried to drop my trip since Tuesday morning I realized that my voice was going. By Wednesday, my voice was completely gone. I could get out maybe a whisper but trying to actually speak ended up sounding kind of manly and faded the more that I tried.

Since I couldn't drop my trip, I ended up having to go to work. The pilots could tell that I was sick and one of them gave me a cough drop, which I thought was really sweet.

I had a bad feeling about going to work and I was right -- Thursday morning I woke up to my hotel room phone ringing. My crew was in the lobby waiting for me and I slept through all three of my alarms. When I get sick, I have more trouble hearing than normal and I guess my body just couldn't handle the early wake up.

I told my crew that I'd meet them at the plane and quickly threw everything into my backpack. I threw on my uniform and didn't even have time to brush my teeth. When I got to the plane, I poured water into a cup and brushed my teeth in the lav. I felt like hell but Mari told me I looked good for getting ready so quickly and was impressed that I made it to the plane just two minutes after they did. Honestly, I'm impressed with myself, too.

I was thankful that I thought enough on Wednesday to schedule a Thursday morning doctor's appointment. I know it might seem dramatic to some to rush to the doctor as soon as you get sick but honestly, my goal is to be sick for as short of time as possible. I'd rather not waste time and money going to the pharmacy to buy things over the counter when I could just see a doctor, get a prescription, and feel better faster -- all while saving money since it's all covered by my insurance. Also, when I get sick, my ears get blocked and then I can't go to work so as someone with hearing loss, it's kind of a big deal when I get sick.

I tested negative for everything (flu, COVID, and strep) but of course, have a sinus infection (as usual). The doctor sent me home with a few prescriptions and I spent the day napping, eating soup, and drinking tea. I skipped Bible study but went to yoga at 4pm.

I wished I didn't have to go to work that night but I was flying with Kia and felt like I could power through for my fifth in a row for the week. Somehow, I survived.

One of the worst things about being sick is trying to take care of yourself. I don't mind being single most days but sick days are hard. Not that I've ever really had anyone to take care of me while I was sick-- Todd checked out of our relationship every time I was sick. I mean, when I had shingles in 2020, James did fly back to be with me while I was off from work but I wasn't sick in a way that I needed someone to take care of me. By the time I had COVID for the first time, I was single and completely on my own, stuck in my house, feeling like crap.

I can take care of myself fine on a daily basis but I have trouble slowing down (which is how I end up sick in the first place). Sometimes, it would be nice to have someone around who would be cool with having a low-key Friday night since I probably need to rest. It does get lonely at times so being home alone isn't always fun. Taking care of myself also means ordering Uber Eats or running out to pick up food.

Last night, on the plane, I was reminded of one of my fears of being single and living alone. I had a cough drop and was sitting on the jumpseat, ready for take-off, when I started choking on it. Adriane almost had to give me the Heimlich. That's not even an exaggeration. It was pretty scary. Trying to take a cough drop but also not being able to swallow properly or breathe is not a good combo.

Anyway, even though I need rest, I also need exercise and I'm working really hard towards my goals. I've really been enjoying mixing up my routine daily with yoga and Pilates. I made it to Destiny's class this morning, which was the class I missed last week due to our delay out of Austin. it was good to get in a workout before really getting my day started.

On my way home from yoga, I stopped at Flower Child for soup and hummus with veggies. I thought about sitting there on the patio and eating but ended up taking it to go and heading home. My other job has been super busy lately since we've had a situation with backorders and now the port workers' strike is making it worse. It has made my job pretty unpleasant lately, which makes me want to quit some days but I need the money and don't want to fly more than I already do.

Anyway, there are so many fun things going on this weekend that I would love to do, even if it means doing some of them alone. If I want to do anything at all though, I probably should rest a little today so I can kick this sinus infection.

Closing out my work inbox and maybe taking a little nap.

xoxo

Annie

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dawnowar · 1 year ago

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Spending my Xmas days off cleaning the house

Went to get my annual eye exam today before the end of the year and my prescription hasn't changed which is cool because i have roughly 50 pairs of glasses now and I don't want to have to start over. Makes me want to buy more even though i clearly do not need more but that never stopped me before.

I was going to take myself out for chicken wings so i asked where the best ones are and then went there. It was a sports bar with a big "seat yourself" sign, so I did and promptly got completely ignored by everyone who works there. As i sat on the uncomfortable chair waiting for no one to take my order I noticed how much i hate this place and the crowd that came with it and the many blaring TV with football games on it, so I left and ordered wings from Sheetz from my phone in the parking lot which were ready in the time it took me to drive there and pick them up.

Ate wings with my cats on my comfy sofa in my own time which made me much happier. Got a good shake too for less money than it would have cost me at the sports bar and then i would have had to tip the waitress for giving me shitty service on top of it.

Yeah i know its Christmas Eve Day and a Sunday at that and maybe its not the best day/time to happen into a sports bar that's one of the places staying open for people to drink at on Xmas Eve but whatever. I had a shitty experience and I'm not sorry for leaving.

I'm doing laundry including all the various holiday themed outfits so i can put them away and the bedding and anything I've been meaning to wash and not getting to. I decluttered a lot of the living room and i have intentions of decluttering the bathroom and cleaning the kitchen before the holiday is over.

I have a frozen lasagne for dinner tonight and some texas toast. It's not a typical tradition but it's mine.

I've been sick for a couple of months. All normal stuff just one sickness after another. I havent been well for more than a few days before i get the next thing and i'm so ready to be well again but I didn't go out to the before-christmas parties and I guess im glad because it seems everyone got covid at a thing I skipped so I stopped feeling bad about not going out now I'm well enough to go out again.

In fact ive been collecting clothes and makeup and such. Online shopping while I've been sick for my return to going out again and i just havent gone out again. But its winter now and I ate too much between being sick and inactive and the holidays, i need to diet and exercise again for a bit i think before i get in some of these clothes.

I am expecting to go out for New Years Eve. I like to drink some champagne with strangers in a fancy dress for that holiday.

I have an idea where im going but i dont know what i will wear. But I have choices which is awesome.

I've been taking an estrogen/progesterone cream because I was having hot flashes due to menopause that was waking me up every hour and i was so tired from not being able to sleep properly.

This stuff had me sleeping great right away so I was totally into it but now I'm sleepy all the time even when I don't do anything and I'm cutting the dosage in half hoping that makes some difference.

Not sure what it'll do but im trying it now and not when i need to be at work all day in the morning in case I can't sleep. Last night i did the first half dose and I woke up hungry in the middle of the night but i didn't wake up with a hot flash so it was inconclusive.

I don't miss the hot flashes and I'm sure i'd rather be overtired from estrogen than sleep-deprived from lack of estrogen but hoping to find a happy medium where im not tired all the time.

I dont care a thing about Christmas but im happy to have these days off. We should get a bunch of days off every two or three months just because imho.

To catch up on what you need to catch up on and do Drs appointments and service your car and shit.

I pretty much gave up on 2023 a few weeks ago when I realized I basically wasnt going to be well enough to do any of the fun holiday stuff and I may as well just stay home and clean. I'm fine with all this. It needs to be done and the more I do the more I start to feel like I'm reclaiming my life as I am reclaiming my house.

So its time to fold and put away the laundry in the dryer and rotate in another load.

Happy Holidays.

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Luna’s post graduation life was going almost perfectly. She’d moved to Midtown and was thriving living in the densest part of the city. She loved staying out until the early hours of the morning, and was always down to party. The one thing that wasn’t so hot was the whole unemployed thing. Luckily for Luna, she was hot enough that men often jumped at the chance at buying stuff for her, which saved her a ton of money. She wasn’t exactly in the market for a sugar daddy, but she wasn’t not.

She downed her drink at her favorite bar just as a particularly pale man sat beside her. Luna eyed him, working out in her head just how much this dapper gentleman would be willing to spend on her. She sputtered her drink all over the place when she realized the guy wasn’t just a guy; he was a vampire! “Yes, yes, I’ve seen several spit takes in my day,” the vampire said with a laugh. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s not every day you see a creature of the night.” “That sounds like a sick nickname,” Luna said with a laugh. “Might have to steal that one.” “By all means,” he said with a toothy smile. “It’s yours. On one condition.”

Luna crooked an eyebrow just as the vampire grabbed her wrist and led her to the dance floor. Luna laughed, the alcohol already buzzing through her brain as the two danced for a while. “What’s your name!?” she shouted over the thumping music. “Paolo!” the vampire replied. “Oh my god,” Luna said with a laugh. “I feel like I’m in The Lizzie McGuire Movie!” “I don’t know what that means!” Paolo shouted.

Luna enjoyed spending her time with Count Paolo, but the night was young and she was ready for more. She headed north to a tiny club she loved to frequent. “Are you from Tennessee,” asked an emo Gilbert Jacquet. “Cus you’re the only-” “Gross,” Luna said, holding a hand up to stop him. “Let’s just skip the corny pick up lines and make out in the bathroom, yeah?” Gilbert blinked stupidly up at her, then nodded vigorously.

The two headed to the bathroom and went to town. It was tiny and cramped, but Luna knew exactly what she wanted. She loved being a Romance sim and just generally feeling good. Making out with random dudes in club bathrooms may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it sure as hell was hers.

#Zarro legacy #generation 7 #Luna #Paolo #Midtown #luna does not have a job she's so broke it's stressing meeeee

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years ago

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I'll Give In To You - Steve Harrington

Summary: You and Steve have been best friends for six years. It takes one drunken night to reveal your feelings and ruin everything. Or does it?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of vomit, friends to lovers (yes!yes!yes!)

a/n: if you see a mistake in this, no you didn't. friends to lovers my beloved

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As two of Hawkins High’s most avid partygoers, you and Steve were expected at every party that was thrown. And cheer captain Rachel Bilson’s party was no different.

“Did you see this?” you asked Steve as you took your seat next to him at lunch.

He took the flyer from your hands, eyes trailing over the date and time for the ‘April Fools’ party. “I heard about it from Carol,” he replied, scrunching it up before you could take it back from him. “People will use anything for an excuse to throw a party.”

You scoffed. “As if you care, Mister Keg King.”

He shot you a sly grin, paired with a wink. You rolled your eyes, even as the heat pooled in your stomach. “Anyway,” he said, “we need to be thinking about my party. It’s less than a month away and we haven’t organised anything.”

You raised a brow. “Why am I suddenly helping you plan your own party?”

“Because you’re my best friend and you know I can’t plan to save my life.” His puppy dog eyes were big and bright, and you fought against the smile already forming.

“What will you give me in return?”

He tapped his fingers on the table, as if deep in thought. “How about a ride to school every day this month?”

“You already pick me up most mornings.”

“Sure, but how about every day?”

You shot him a look, but agreed. In truth, he didn’t have to give you anything, which he knew. You would do anything for him, including plan his birthday party, for free. It was one of the downsides to being in love with your best friend.

You and Steve had been friends for six years, best friends for five of them. And just like every cliché, you had fallen in love with him. And God, it was the worst thing you had ever done. Because it meant that you were subjected to watching him go out with other people while you watched on from the sidelines like a loser.

It was pathetic, really, but you had managed to hide your feelings from him for years successfully. Senior year would be no different.

“Do you have basketball practice this afternoon?” you asked him around a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, last period. I can still drive you home.”

You nodded in thanks. “What’s happening about—” You cut yourself off when you noticed that Steve’s eyes were on the doors of the cafeteria. On Nancy Wheeler. The heat in your stomach turned to ice. “Steve,” you said, bringing his attention back to you. “What’s up with you and Nancy?”

His eyes shot back to you. “What?”

You gestured with your head to the girl. “What’s up with you and her?”

Steve and Nancy had been spending more time together recently, which was no secret to you and the rest of Hawkins High. It was a weird pairing if you were honest, not that you would ever tell Steve that.

“Nothing,” he rushed. “We’re just lab partners. She’s having a hard time with her parents or something lately.”

The way he scrambled for an excuse wasn’t all that convincing, but you let it go. “Right.” Your appetite was suddenly gone, and you pushed your tray away.

Steve noticed, but didn’t say anything, pushing it back towards you without a word. “Now, about my party.”

You rolled your eyes again. If there was one thing Steve was good at, it was changing the subject.

Like Steve said, the sound of sweaty teenage boys running around was loud enough that you could hear it from outside the gymnasium.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you made your way towards it. You had elected to skip out on last period. Mrs. Click wouldn’t even notice. Plus, reading in the bleachers was always preferable to learning history for an exam that wouldn’t mean anything after graduation.

Opening the doors to the gym, you found the team in the middle of a practice game.

You waved at the coach, who at this point, was used to you sitting in on his lessons. He was fine with it, so long as you didn’t say anything or disturb his class. He was on some power trip about ensuring that the team made the finals this year. Something that Steve was sure wasn’t going to happen.

Steve caught sight of you as you made yourself comfortable towards the back of the bleachers, already pulling out a book from your backpack. He gave a nod in greeting, and you smiled back at him.

He was sweaty beyond belief, the spring air already humid enough to cause a breakout of sweat if you even thought about doing anything strenuous.

You sat in silence for the majority of the lesson, only looking up when you heard the doors open again. When you did, you thought you must have been hallucinating, because Nancy Wheeler was standing at the entrance.

You watched as Steve excused himself from practice to go over to her. Their words were hushed, not audible over the team’s shouting, no matter how hard you tried to listen.

She looked upset, that much you could tell, and Steve comforted her as she sniffled.

The bell rang out through the gym, and you shoved your book into your bag, taking the steps two at a time. You were nothing if not nosy, so you were disappointed when you got to Steve right as Nancy exited the doors and headed out into the parking lot.

You clapped your hand on Steve’s shoulder, before immediately pulling it back when it came away sweaty. You made a face and wiped it on your pants. “Gross. What was that about?”

He chuckled as he watched you. “Nothing. She’s just having a hard time with her parents and her brother.”

“So you said,” you replied dryly.

“I’m actually going to drive her home today,” he admitted. “She’ll be out by the car if you wanted to wait for me out there.”

Your stomach soured instantly. “It’s all good. I’m catching a lift with Riley,” you lied. Steve’s eyes shot from you to Riley, who was making his way to the locker room with the other guys. You prayed that Riley would give you a lift home. You two were friends enough that it shouldn’t be a problem, but on the off chance he couldn’t—home was a long way to walk.

Still, it was better than riding with Steve and Nancy.

“Oh, OK,” was all Steve said, his eyes returning to you.

You sent him a smile that he returned, even if his was a little strained. You chalked that up to Nancy waiting for him.

You started to walk away when he called to you. “Hey, I have something for you,” he said, gesturing for you to hold out your hand. You shot him a confused look, but held it out anyway.

He grabbed your wrist faster than you could move and ran your hand over his sweaty hair.

You ripped it out of his grasp and shoved him. “Yuck, Steve. What the fuck?”

He only laughed as he jogged to the locker rooms, leaving you standing there shouting after him.

It turned out that Rachel’s ‘April Fools’ party was just a normal party that happened to be the weekend after April Fools. You hadn’t expected anything more than that.

As always, Steve was the Keg King, and you could only watch on as the others held him upside down.

You had spent the majority of the night by his side like normal, downing your fair share of alcohol until the room started spinning and your feet no longer felt like they were your own.

You laughed at something Steve said as the two of you stood in the kitchen, surrounded by a few members of the basketball team. If you were honest, you weren’t even sure what was funny.

“Hey guys, I’ll be back,” Steve said suddenly, and he was disappearing through the crowd of people towards the front door.

You peered over the heads of the people in the living room to see Nancy Wheeler and Barbara Holland entering the house. You raised a brow as you watched Steve give them each a side hug. To say you were surprised to see them at a party was an understatement.

Barbara was nice, and you shared a class with her last year, but a party was not her scene. You imagined that Nancy was the same.

“What’s up with you?” Riley asked from beside you.

You turned your attention to him, his face blurring and swirling the more you tried to focus on it. “Nothing,” you mumbled. “I’m just surprised to see Nancy here.”

“See Nancy here, or see Nancy with Steve?”

You shot him a look that probably seemed a lot more intimidating in your head. “Hey, I don’t need you interfering in my life,” you slurred, stumbling over the word ‘interfering’.

“Right,” he drawled, his teasing smile making you want to be anywhere but beside him.

He hadn’t left you alone about it since you cornered him that afternoon a week ago and begged him for a ride home. He had agreed on the condition that you tell him why you needed one when Steve had only left five minutes before.

You lied for the most part, but he saw straight through it.

“I’m getting another drink,” you muttered, and he only nodded and turned back to the conversation.

You pushed through the crowd, saying hello to a few people as you tried to find Steve’s cooler with your drinks.

After five minutes of looking, you gave up, choosing instead to grab a beer from a random cooler.

You popped the cap, but as soon as the smell hit your nostrils, bile was rising in your throat. You stood completely still, hoping that the nausea would pass, but it only grew until you were shoving past people in search of the bathroom.

Luckily, the door was ajar, and you slammed it shut and collapsed in front of the toilet just in time.

Once you were sure that you’d gotten everything out of your system, you stood, washing your mouth out and staring at yourself in the mirror.

You still looked fine, aside from the spaced-out drunk look in your eyes.

Picking up the beer you’d left on the counter, you swigged it, the burn from the alcohol cancelling out the burn from the vomit.

There was a knock on the door, and you shouted ‘come in’ before you even thought about the fact that you were in a random bathroom and it wasn’t usually a shared space.

Fortunately for you, it was Steve. “Hey, Riley said he saw you rushing in here.”

You stumbled as you leaned against the counter. “I just felt a little sick,” you explained, gesturing to the toilet.

“Ah. You feeling better?”

You giggled. At what you didn’t know. Maybe at the way he looked so pretty tonight. Then you remembered where he had been. You took another swig from your beer. “Why aren’t you with Nancy?”

Steve glanced between you and the beer in your hand. “Where’d you get that? That’s not ours.”

He tried to take it from you, but you pulled out of his reach. “Where’s Nancy?”

“I don’t know. With Barb outside probably,” he said, finally succeeding in wrangling the bottle from you. He sniffed it. “Did someone give this to you? And why are you so caught up with Nancy?”

You scoffed, ignoring the first question. “Because you’re always with Nancy now,” you slurred. “It’s Nancy this and Nancy that. So, why aren’t you with her now?”

Steve righted you when you leaned a little too far back. “Because I’d rather be with you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed in an exaggerated manor, all drunken foolishness. “You don’t mean that, Stevie. You would choose Nancy over me, and that’s OK!” You patted his chest. “It’s OK that you choose her. She’s nice.”

If Steve was confused before, he was completely and utterly lost now. “What are you talking about? You’re my best friend.”

You let out a broken sound, something between a laugh and a scoff. “I know. That’s the worst part. Because you don’t even realise just how much it hurts to be around you when I love you.”

Steve went rigid beneath you, his chest halting as he held his breath.

The two of you stood there, suspended in time.

“What?” he asked after a moment.

As he said it, the music died out and you stood up straight, the drunken cloud of fog floating away quicker than ever before.

You had not just said that out loud. But from the crinkle between Steve’s brows and the confused look on his face, you most definitely had.

You pulled away from him, brushing past him before he could stop you. He still tried, but you were faster, slipping out of his reach and racing through the crowd of people.

You couldn’t hear Steve behind you, but it was hard to hear anything over the music blaring and your blood thrumming in your ears.

Riley was where you’d left him, and for the second time in a week, you were begging him for a ride home. He looked concerned at first, but agreed when you threatened to take his keys and drive home yourself.

You didn’t see Steve before you left.

You didn’t even try and find him.

You didn’t want to do anything except get home and cry.

Which was exactly what you did.

You drove to school on Monday morning, despite the fact that Steve had promised to drive you every day this month.

After spending most of Saturday night and all of Sunday moping around and crying at your utter stupidity, you had to face school.

You were sitting in your first period English, the seat next to you that Steve normally sat in empty. At first, you were hopeful that maybe he’d skipped first period, which was the only class that you shared with him on Monday.

Your hopes were crushed, however, when Steve came bumbling into the room five minutes late.

He dropped into the seat beside you, and you could feel the heat behind your cheeks as you kept your eyes averted.

“You drove to school,” he said after a few minutes.

“Yeah,” you replied, still not looking at him.

He was silent again. “I waited for you.”

The guilt stabbed your heart until it was nothing more than a deformed pin cushion. “Sorry,” you said, and you really meant it. “I should have told you I was driving this week.”

“This week?” He was surprised, and he said it a lot louder than he meant to because the teacher was quick to shush him. He continued, quieter, “You’re driving this whole week?”

You nodded and dared a glance at him. “Yeah. My dad said I need to drive my car more or he’ll sell it.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but it was far from the truth. The truth that you couldn’t face the consequences to your dumb actions.

“Right,” he replied, and he slumped back in his seat, fumbling with his pen.

The next few weeks went by in an awkward dance of you and Steve trying to act normal and failing spectacularly.

You managed to avoid him for the most part, which was more painful than you thought it would be. You hadn’t spent a day without him on purpose for years. And now you were doing it most days.

Maybe what hurt the most was that Steve wasn’t acting like nothing happened. It was worse. He was acting like you were some ticking timebomb that would fall apart if he looked at you for a second too long.

Which just made everything ten times harder to pretend like nothing happened.

You spent lunch in the library half the time, where you by chance ran into Barbara Holland.

She sat opposite you at the table you’d found in the back of the room. “Hi,” she greeted.

“Barb.” You blinked. You hadn’t seen her since catching sight of her at the party two weeks ago. It had been probably six months since you’d spoken to her. “Hey.”

She pulled some books and pens from her backpack, setting up for studying what looked like science. “This science project is killing me,” she said. “How are you getting through it?”

“Uh, I’m just doing some extra reading on the topic. I’m not in Mr. Hilton’s class, so I’m not partnered with anyone.”

Barb nodded. “Yeah, I’m not either. I think he’s only partnering people because it’s a senior-slash-junior class.”

“Yeah, probably.” You weren’t quite sure what to say after that. It was weird enough that Barb was sitting in front of you in the first place, let alone that you were making small talk about a science project.

“Nancy and Steve are partnered together,” Barb said, breaking the silence.

You looked back at her, brows raised. “I know.” Your answer was snappier than you meant it to be.

Barb studied you for a long moment. “He’s being a really good friend to her. Her dad has been giving her a hard time recently, and Steve knows all about that, so he’s been helping her out.”

“Cool,” you replied.

Barb went quiet again, and you turned back to your work.

“Steve’s birthday is next week,” she said.

You sighed. “I know when my best friend’s birthday is, Barb.”

If she clocked how grating she was being, she didn’t care. “He’s still having the party that you guys planned.”

You narrowed your eyes. You knew exactly where she was going with this little spiel.

She was trying to gauge if you were going to Steve’s party. It was no secret that you had pulled away from the senior festivities in the past few weeks. You hadn’t attended many parties or skipped classes for fun like you used to. The idea of getting drunk and admitting something even more mortifying while under the influence was terrifying.

You weren’t sure if Barb had come of her own accord, or if Steve had put her up to it. Or worse yet, if Nancy had done it.

You suddenly had no desire to talk to Barb, and you packed your notebook and textbook into your bag. “Thanks, Barb,” was all you said as you left the library.

Steve’s leg bounced up and down as he sat on his couch, surveying the surrounding partygoers. It was his usual crowd—the entire senior class of Hawkins High, along with a few sophomores and juniors that somehow snagged an invite.

His eyes drifted over the people he’d known his entire life, all standing in his house. He should be grateful that this many people knew him and wanted to come to his party. Instead, he was clinging to his couch and searching the faceless throng of people for the one person he really wanted to see.

The one person that his life had unknowingly revolved around until three weeks ago.

He gripped his beer bottle tighter.

Someone clapped him on the shoulder, and for a split second, it was you. It was your hand on his shoulder, a sly comment falling from your mouth before he even turned to look at you.

It was you. Until it wasn’t, and the hope in his chest dwindled as the image of you was replaced with a guy from his science class, wishing him a happy birthday and congratulating him on the great party.

He thanked him lamely, the bottle in his hands suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

You didn’t come to parties anymore.

He took a can from someone as they passed him, shouting ‘happy birthday’ over the pounding music.

It was his party after all. It was his birthday. He should be enjoying himself. He should have finished the lukewarm beer in his hands twenty minutes ago. He should be shot gunning the can in his hands with the rest of the basketball team by the pool.

His heart started to race.

He should be doing any number of things with any number of people.

But the only place he wanted to be was with you.

He was standing before he could stop himself.

The guy from earlier was by the door when he grabbed his keys. “Hey, where are you going, man?”

“Out,” was all Steve replied, only vaguely aware of the guy shouting that he couldn’t leave his own party.

He didn’t care about leaving his house in the hands of a bunch of high schoolers.

He only cared about getting to you.

You stared blankly at the perfectly wrapped gift box sitting on your dresser.

It was teasing you.

You didn’t know how, but it was.

Maybe with the promise of everything being all right if you just got the guts to go give it to Steve. It didn’t matter that he was having a party. You were still his best friend, you still had more right than anyone else to be at his place.

Plus, you had helped organise the party to begin with. If anything, you should be pride of place next to Steve.

But you weren’t.

The prospect of talking to Steve after your mortifying ordeal was almost too much to bear. You had managed to keep your stupid feelings to yourself for years and suddenly a few too many drinks and a random bathroom was what sent you over the edge.

It was humiliating.

You groaned and collapsed onto your back on your bed, covering your eyes with your arm.

Even without looking at it, the present was burned into the back of your eyelids. The worst part was, you knew that he would love it.

He’d get that goofy look on his face as he pulled the lid off, and he wouldn’t even bother to suppress the laughter that would burst from him. He would throw his arms around you without a second thought, and you would burn from head to toe at his touch while you pretended to be nonchalant about the gift, lying through your teeth about how you’d forgotten his birthday. You’d lie, despite the fact that it had taken almost six months and plenty of tears to make.

You’d pretend, just like you always did.

Normally, you and Steve would be so drunk by now that you’d collapse into his bed and he’d fall to the floor in a heap, yanking his pillow from beneath your head, ignoring your objections.

But now, you were holed up in your room ignoring that you wanted to be with him.

Each minute that ticked by was spend volleying between two thoughts: ‘I should go and see him’ and ‘I need the ground to open up and swallow me whole’.

After ten agonising minutes of going back and forth, you stood.

Steve was still your best friend. And he would never not see you on your birthday.

Your eyes found the gift again. It sat completely still, completely unmoving. You stared at it. It stared back.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled, and you were getting dressed before you could convince yourself this was a terrible idea.

The route to your house was second nature to Steve by this point.

Six years of biking, and then driving, between your place and his had the turns seared into his brain. He could get there blindfolded.

He hadn’t even bothered to turn on the radio. The silence was somehow comforting. It was neutral. It didn’t tell him that this was either the stupidest thing he’d ever done or that it was the best thing he would ever do.

Only his mind told him that. Each thought took up equal space as he drove, swinging up and down and around and around like unbalanced scales.

Your driveway came into view. The only car parked out front was your own, no sign of your parents’ cars. He didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse.

He pulled in behind your car and cut the engine.

Through your window, he could see your bedroom light was on, the light curling from beneath the curtains. You were probably in there right now, curled up in bed reading one of your countless novels that he could never keep up with. You were always one to forgo sleep for the next chapter.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he sat there in the darkness, just watching. He heaved in a breath and screwed his eyes shut.

It was his birthday, and even though he didn’t have a cake or candles, he still had a wish.

A wish that he cashed in as he sat in his car in your driveway.

In your haste to get semi-presentable for a party, you couldn’t hear anything over your laboured breathing.

You threw on a jacket, and after scanning your appearance in the mirror, you gave up on trying to be anything other than the weird mess that you had become. It didn’t matter anyway. You were just going to see Steve and give him his gift, and then you were coming back home.

The gift was just where you’d left it, just as intense in its silent stare. It was a box, you thought darkly, how could it even have a stare?

Before taking it from your dresser, you opened the lid, peeking inside just to make sure it was still in there.

It was.

The jacket you’d made and sewed yourself staring back at you. From the way you’d folded it, the embroidery on the left-hand side was visible. Harrington’s Baby-Sitting Service in lettering so small you could barely make it out. The lettering colour was the same as the jacket material, so no one would notice it unless it was pointed out.

What wasn’t visible from the way it was sitting, was the other embroidery on the inside of the right cuff: your name.

In even smaller lettering, it wasn’t visible at all unless you ran your fingers over it and felt that it was there.

You slammed the lid back down and took it under your arm.

It was too late to back out now.

Descending the stairs, you were surprised to find your keys exactly where they should be. It was like your earlier self had been preparing for this moment.

Gripping your keys in one hand and clutching the present tighter beneath your arm, you yanked your front door open.

The gravel crunched under foot as Steve made his way to your front door.

Once he was in front of it, he hesitated.

What if you didn’t want to see him? What if he knocked and you didn’t answer? What if he knocked and you did answer?

What was he even going to say?

He hadn’t organised a speech on the drive over. He had a full fifteen minutes, and he wasted them on his own pitiful thoughts instead of preparing a speech.

Maybe he could go back to his car and work on one, and then come back and try it again.

But before he got the chance, the outside light flicked on, and he was left standing—completely frozen—inches from the door as it was reefed open from the inside.

You faltered, eyes widening as you registered that Steve was standing on the threshold of your house.

“Steve,” you breathed.

He looked just as shocked to see you standing there. “Y/N,” he replied, voice shaky.

You blinked at him, a million thoughts racing through your head. The first being: ‘Why aren’t you at your party?’ And the second: “What are you doing here?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I—uh—I came to see you.”

“Oh,” was all you managed.

His eyes went from your face to your outfit to the gift under your arm. “Were you…were you coming to see me?”

You would have to be blind to miss the hopefulness behind his words and in his eyes. You shuffled and pulled the box from under your arm. Holding it in front of him now, it felt stupid. “Yeah,” you said finally. “I was going to give it to you at your party.”

“You’re going to the party?” he asked, a glimmer of surprise flicking across his face. “I didn’t think you wanted to come.”

“I don’t,” you mumbled, and you caught the way his shoulders deflated. “But I wanted to see you. It’s still your birthday, Steve.”

He nodded, swallowing harshly as an awkward silence descended over the two of you. He didn’t move to come in, even when you invited him in.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot as his eyes darted around wildly. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, and you paused from where you were dropping your keys into the bowl by the door. You placed the gift on the table and turned to look at him as he continued, “I’m sorry for not talking to you. I just thought…I thought that you wanted space. From everything. From me.”

You didn’t tell him that that was exactly the opposite of what you wanted.

“I wanted so badly to talk to you about it, but Nancy said that you probably didn’t want that. She said that you would see me when you were ready.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the mention of Nancy. Of course he would go to Nancy Wheeler for help with his problems. It also didn’t help that she was right, sort of. “Steve, it’s all right, really. I was—”

“No,” he cut you off. “It’s not all right. I—I shouldn’t have let you walk out of that bathroom. I should have chased you down.”

“Steve—”

He held up a hand. “Just…Just let me finish, please.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it after a moment, nodding for him to keep going.

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky breath. “When you said what you said in that bathroom, I was surprised. Not about what you said, but about how blind I’d been. Because you…I’ve been in love with you since freshman year.”

You froze, your heart thumping hard against your ribcage.

His eyes were trained on the floor, the words tumbling from his mouth. “And I told myself for years that it didn’t matter because I didn’t want to ruin anything. Because I was happy if I just got to be your friend. And then that night, I was worried that you didn’t mean it.” His voice broke, and it took everything in you to not reach out and hug him. “I thought that maybe you were just drunk and saying things you didn’t mean. And if that was true, if you really didn’t mean it, then I couldn’t risk saying it to you and having things become weird between us.”

When he finally looked at you, his eyes were lined with tears. Your own suddenly burned.

“But then things got weird anyway. And it felt like my fault. Because I couldn’t look at you without hearing what you said.”

“Steve,” you began, but you couldn’t work out where to start. “What about Nancy?”

He blinked. Then blinked again. “What about Nancy?”

You floundered. “Aren’t the two of you…?”

“Nancy?” he barked. “No. Nancy is a friend. She’s nice and all, but…”

“But what?”

His eyes found yours again. “But she’s not you.”

You stared at him. There was a tender vulnerability in his eyes, one that you had rarely seen from him. You had no doubt that yours reflected your own. A tear slipped from your eye, and Steve was stepping towards you before you could wipe it away.

He took your face in his hands, so gently that his fingers felt like little more than a whisper across your skin. He swiped the tear from your cheek. He was so close. “Steve,” you breathed.

“Y/N,” he murmured back, just as quiet.

Your eyes flickered between his, and when his own dipped to your lips, your breath hitched.

The space between you was infinitely large, but Steve made the leap anyway.

And as his lips pressed to yours, the world fell away into nothing but the two of you in this moment that had been building for six years.

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years ago

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In vino veritas - John Stones

Request: you and john are just friends but you like each other, so at a party he's drunk and confesses his feelings to you, which makes you sad because you think he won't remember the next day and you're shy and don't have the courage to ask him, but this time he remembers

Warning: none, just something fluffy (just came back from Rome so I felt the urge to brush up my latin, that's an awful title soz)

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God he won't remember what he said, he won't remember kissing you and not even the way he slurred "God, you're so beautiful" in your ear.

He won't remember not even half of what happened between the two of you.

You, on the other hand, will remember all of it, as it was maybe one of the most remarkable moments you ever lived. You wanted to scream how important he was to you, how bad you wanted to spend your time with him because he made you feel good, even though he wasn’t fully aware of it, not yet.

On your part you could say alcohol didn't take full possession of your body and mind as you were just a bit tipsy, or so you thought. Yesterday's scenes of John flirting with you were vividly impressed in your mind.

Your head was pounding as the club’s loud music was still ringing in your ears.

All these thoughts were piercing through your mind you felt like you were in the middle of the most crowded place you’ve ever been to and people were shouting at you at the top of their lungs. The right word to describe that sensation was: nightmare. That was the way you were perceiving last night’s events mixed with your feelings. A deadly mix, to be fair.

Even if you were perfectly aware what happened a few hours ago didn’t mean a thing to the Manchester City and England defender, aka the most beautiful man God ever created in your humble opinion, a small part of you still hoped to see his name pop on your phone screen, meaning he would have texted you and hence you were on his mind.

When you grabbed your phone that morning the only notifications you were met with were the weather forecast, the good morning text from your mother and a couple of other messages from the friends you were out with yesterday.

You’re delusional.

A loud and sad sigh left your lips as you decided to ignore your phone to go have some breakfast.

You opened the fridge to fill your mug with some milk and then chugged a chocolate muffin you had left on the counter. As you sipped on your drink, you stared at the wall before you blankly as if the only thing present in the room was your body, your spirit was still stuck in those recent events you couldn'tget out of, reliving what occurred in that bloody Manchester club…

That was the first time you brought your best friends with you at a City party, as those events were always for professionals only so you couldn’t help but smile looking at them having fun with some of the players, one of them in particular was all over Rúben.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t realise a man was standing behind you so when he started speaking to you, you brought your hand to your racing heart and winced.

“John! What the fuck??”

“Hey sorry! Just wanted to say hello”

You rolled your eyes in a fake annoyed manner, as the truth was that you were eagerly waiting to see him. He smiled at you and gently laid your hand on your lower back, eliciting electric sparks down your spine. That man’s presence in your life, even though it was just work related, was so addictive you couldn’t get enough of him.

He chuckled against your skin, his hot breath ignited goosebumps all over your skin making you feel kind of breathless, his hand still grazing your hip.

God, how can a human being's presence be so intoxicating?

You tried to push him away by gently placing your hand over his arm.

"Hi John" You chuckled, his tipsiness already visible in his light eyes.

"Glad to see you" He muttered, wrapping you up in a warm embrace, he was really happy to see you.

Your heart skipped a beat when he, before turning away, placed a kiss on your cheek. The area on your skin that had just been touched by his lips was like burning and you were thankful for the poor lightning there so no one would have seen the blush he brought to your cheeks.

That night any barrier that could have existed between you two as co-workers had been broken down as he spent the whole night in your company, your bodies dangerously close, swaying to the loud music, your hands always looking for each other and then it happened: he kept his hand firm on your lower back so he could whisper to your ear that heartfelt compliment about your beauty as you nuzzled his jawline. That was moments before he cupped your face to kiss you, the softest kiss you had ever been given. It was as if nobody around existed anymore, it was just the two of you.

That memory was as painful as sweet and, as if your minds just snapped some kind of connection, his name popped on your screen.

"Sorry for last night xx"

What did that mean?? Sorry for what?? Of course it was because he regretted saying those things but it meant he remembered everything that happened?? Or didn’t he??

You gulped and opened his text, your fingers shaking over the keyboard as you were thinking about something reasonable to write.

“Hey, what are you referring to? hahah” No, too passive-aggressive and it gave some I’m-the-superior-and-more-mature-one-in-this-relationship kind of vibes.

“It’s okay don’t worry xx” No, this one wasn’t good either, it wasn’t okay you just wanted to know if he meant those words and you could live your happily ever after or if you could start crying desperately over your unrequited love.

Maybe you should just give him a bit of the same medicine and just ignore him, until when you would have come up with a good answer at least.

After about a couple of hours your phone rang again, another message from John "can we talk?"

You froze in your own seat as those three words were having a weird effect on you, what did he mean??

It was the time to think of an answer for him but you didn't know which yet.

"About what?" You decided to act clueless, hoping it would work.

"Last night's kiss"

Oh my God he remembered it. Was it a good or a bad thing?

"You didn't want to kiss me?"

"I did, otherwise I wouldn't have done it. And I also meant it when I said you're beautiful. You really are"

Your breath got stuck in your throat reading those words. It was too good to be true.

"Well, I think you should say it again as I haven't heard you last night. The music's too loud haha"

You could picture him rolling his eyes and huffing very clearly.

"I'm home. Come over"

That was the last message on your chat and you didn't know how to take it. The moment you heard your bell ring you knew it was him: he stood there on your front door, the smell of his aftershave matched with the sight of him in a black leather jacket made you sigh. He was perfect, damn it.

"Hi"

"Good morning, Stones"

"I have something to tell you"

"I'm all ears"

Well, that bloody Manchester club did its job at least so you just had to be grateful after all.

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 2 years ago

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The Emmy's, 2022

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When your alarm went off on Monday morning you squeezed your eyes shut. You knew Mia was already awake and you knew she’d be pushing the door open momentarily.

You heard Jason clear his throat, shifting atop the sheets beside you when his right hand flopped over and landed on your thigh.

“Good morning,” Mia cooed once you managed to hit your phone, make it stop. She came in quietly, pushed one of the curtains aside to let some light into your hotel suite.

You’d gotten home late, another party last night to kick off the celebrating with friends and producers and now you were regretting the four glasses of champagne you’d downed before midnight.

You opened your eyes, sat up slowly and blinked a few times. Game day.

Not for you, luckily. For Jason. He’d long accepted now that Mia would show up at sunrise on days like these, coffee and pastries in hand before you had to spend hours in a make up chair.

He had plenty to do today too. They’d all been preparing for the Emmy’s for weeks, hopeful they’d get to celebrate again but equally as excited to shower their showtime counterparts with praise.

“Getting old, huh?” Jason smiled up at you when he rubbed his eyes. He sat up beside you, Mia set down a Starbucks tray on a table across the room.

“I can never keep up when I try to drink with Juno and Hannah,” you admitted with a guilty smile, comforter pooled in your lap.

They both laughed, Jason stood and stretched, made his way to the bathroom when you read through the text messages and blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

Mia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her eagerness floated across the room when you padded over.

“Want me to run through the schedule?”

You nodded, reached for your coffee and took a sip when you stared out over Los Angeles. There was noise in the living room, the main door to the suite opened and closed when Cara appeared.

“Carpet starts at 3pm—Jason’s expected right at the end.”

Cara waved and smiled when she came in quietly, dropped off a few things on the table as Mia kept going.

“Your hair is 10am, make up at noon when you finish lunch. Drinks and everything in the Lerner Room with cast and crew at 2pm–everyone has different departure times so time on the carpet is staggered. You and Jason are last.”

You nodded, it’d been a stressful few weeks. Headlines and opposing sides and finally he decided it’d be best to minimize the risk.

You’d walk after the last call, a warning voice would come through speakers and that’s when you’d take your seats. Better to skip the carpet than get sucked into the spotlight and inadvertently fuel a fire that neither of you started.

Cara sipped from her own coffee, apparently sensing the hesitancy that hung in the hotel room like the morning gloom over LA. “You guys just need to focus on celebrating the show and everyone’s hard work.”

You nodded and let her words linger, the clouds wouldn’t last all day and Jason came out from the bathroom looking much more awake than a few minutes earlier.

“Ready to dazzle tonight?” Cara teased, her lips in a challenging smirk, one that must have developed over the last five years of working with her boss.

“Something like that,” he joked. He was whisked into the living room, briefings and breakfast before your suite became a makeshift headquarters for one of Hollywood’s wildest nights.

A FaceTime call with his kids and his parents, you showered and tried to ignore the anxiety that now fogged the mirror alongside steam.

He swore he wasn’t expecting to win, too much of a fan of the other shows and actors to think he’d beat them out.

But he was excited, saying for weeks that he was thrilled to be nominated alongside some of the greats. Even better, the show was back in the Microsoft theatre. No need for zoom calls or tie-dye or anything like that.

When Justine put moisturizer on your face a few hours later, there was finally a moment for you to exhale.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” you nodded slightly, careful to let her fingers rub over your forehead. “Kailyn’s more nervous than I am probably.”

Justine smiled. Your team was close-knit, years of working together meant years of handling rumors and celebrations alike. “What’s she saying?”

“Just some gentle reminders to have fun and ignore the rest.”

She giggled at your borrowed language and turned back to her palettes.

Kailyn was right. No sense in getting involved in something that wasn't really your business, even if the ring on your finger now dragged you into headlines right beside them.

So you knew that no matter what happened or what the interviewers threw his way, you’d make it out alive and wake up to the same sky and the same guy beside you. That was a good reminder.

Which was what you repeated in your head when you followed behind him, a security detail by your side, all the way by the reporters, inside, past the bars, into the theatre, and to the table.

The room buzzed with excitement and you waved at familiar faces when you wove through, a few friends were interspersed throughout and excited to see you. The rest of the cast and crew in attendance were already seated, Hannah and Juno and Jeremy and drinks secured in hand.

You smiled and hugged them, heard the announcements begin when the lights flickered in warning.

The opening sequence was smooth and energizing, someone delivered drinks and you clinked your glass against his, a quick wink at you in the dark before he leaned and cracked a joke to Brett at the table nearby.

The night went like that, peaceful and uneventful, despite a few losses for the team. You chatted with other friends during quick commercial breaks and told them all about the end of your tour, I can’t believe it’s finally over!

An hour in, your hand smacked his chest when his name echoed the event space. His eyes went a little wide when he stole a glance at you, the whole table laughed and he didn’t mind all eyes on him. I beat Jason Sudeikis!

But the real moment of the evening was when his name echoed again, met with applause a look of shock that had you tugging him up and cheering.

He blinked and shook his head in disbelief, tugged you into his side and pressed a kiss to your cheek before Brett slung an arm over your shoulder, holy fucking shit.

He uttered your name in a string of others, people he loved and thanked and celebrated. And then he did it again, deja vu in the theatre when they all clamored up and stood on stage together. Your hands on your chest and the threat of tears in your eyes, you could feel the camera on your face and for a second, you wondered what a journalist would make of it: Y/N L/N cries like an idiot at Jason Sudeikis’ Emmy wins!

You sipped your cocktail during the commercial break, giggled when Selena came and sat beside you. The people, the dresses, you whispered with your friend and relished in what felt like a normal moment. Eventually security fetched you and pulled you backstage.

They stood in front of another backdrop at the end of the night, photos and awards passed around and you stood with Cara and Mia when the rest of the cast stepped off.

Jason answered more questions, they cheered him on and you stayed towards the back, careful to give them their moment without overstepping.

But you were congratulated too, finally the cameras were off and there was more hooting and hollering like last year as you clamored into a party bus.

This time, you sat up front.

The rooftop terrace was glowing, string lights overhead as Apple Execs mingled with their front line actors.

Juno tipped back her glass at the afterparty, finished the champagne in her flute and then placed it on the tray of a server nearby.

“Alright,” she nodded her head with determination. “I’m finally drunk enough to mingle.”

“Best wishes,” you teased, a nod of your chin out to the crowd: plenty of people to choose from.

She’d rated outfits with you from the refuge of a high top table, but now drifted out into the sea of jewels and gowns.

Alone for a second and you glanced over at him, a glass in hand when he listened to someone you didn’t recognize. Butterflies pooled in your belly at the thought of joining him, no way you could saunter up and join a conversation with men twice your age.

But a shot of tequila with Hannah got your mind off of it, a slice of pizza when someone ordered delivery. He found you mid-bite.

“I knew I could find you here,” he smirked, a quick glance at Phil and Juno who were stood beside you.

You swallowed, talked around the cheesy goodness. “Where there is food…” you joked.

He reached behind you for his own piece, brought a napkin to spare his suit from any drops of grease. “So,” he took the first bite. “What’s the game plan?”

You looked at Phil and Juno, bowing out of the decision making with a single glance. Not my night, not my call.

“Game plan?” Phil asked. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“It’s almost midnight,” he noted, letting his voice drop to a whisper when he glanced around to make sure he was in the clear. “When do we wanna ditch?”

“Ditch?” Phil was confused but Juno’s eyes lit up and she grinned.

“Are we ditching for what I think we’re ditching for?”

“To hang out at my house in sweatpants and smoke weed?”

Phil’s eyes went wide at the picture you painted, a single nod when he confirmed: “I’m in.”

A slice for the road and a quick ride back home, he steadied you onto the driveway of the house you’d rented over the summer.

It makes sense to have a place here, you’d decided with him one night at dinner. For both of us.

And while you’d been asleep in your hotel suite, the house in the hills was decorated and prepared for the after party of all after parties.

Casual, of course.

Popcorn and slushee machines by the pool, drinking games and a set of pajamas for all of them. Goodie bags with toothbrushes and toiletries, and by 2am you sat at the fire pit on his lap.

Joe and Hannah were on either side of him, laughter floated towards the stars and Jason leaned forward to kiss your shoulder.

You turned slightly to see him, voice quiet when Brett told a story about his parents.

“I think we stayed out of the limelight today,” you decided with a playful smile. “Aside from winning.”

He scoffed a little, one that rolled into laugh when he shrugged. “We’ll see what the internet thinks.”

You let out a breath, took in the detail of his face. He was tired, relieved, but happy. “Fuck the internet,” you reassured, pressing your lips to his forehead.

“—they’re in their own world, completely unaware,” Hannah’s voice burst your cozy bubble. Jason shifted when he heard her, face lit up with an antagonizing smirk.

“Oh calm down,” he laughed. “Once upon a time you were the number one fan of our PDA.”

“Yeah?” Your eyebrows rose when you looked to Hannah for an explanation, the others watched on in amusement.

“When I had to force him to make a move,” she defended. “He was happy as a clam every morning when he’d walk into work and gossip about his nights with you. Probably never would have gone out for your birthday if I hadn’t smacked him upside the head.”

Her words brought back the memory: early summer in New York, the cupcake and the blooming trees and the party at Blake and Ryan’s.

You looked down to Jason, the new detail from Hannah brought a new level of confidence.

“And why did you need the support from our dear friend Hannah?”

Brett answered for him, teasing his friend mercilessly: “because he was so certain you were out of his league!”

“Oh, I am,” you reminded the group seriously. He laughed and pretended to drop you off his lap, jostled his knees just to make you flinch.

By 3am a few people had dipped out, Juno’s boyfriend had a joint between his fingers and passed it to you.

“It’s nice to have our little ritual,” Juno said with an innocent smile, her eyes scanning the circle that seemed to be symbolic.

“What’s that?” Jason asked, watching as you took a puff and then held the joint in midair. He brought it to his lips, took the end of your hit with eyebrows raised.

“Before Y/N was around the nights just kind of trailed off. Now we always smoke weed in a circle and someone says something incredibly cheesy.”

“Like you are right now?” Brett challenged, earning himself a playful glare from Juno.

“Great,” you laughed, “so I’m like, the stoner friend?”

“No, no,” Juno smiled. “I mean, it’s either you or him, but…”

They all laughed, Jason shrugged, I can’t protest, but then he shifted gears when a text came through on his Lock Screen. “So, Cara’s the greatest ever and just sent us In-N-Out delivery.”

That was music to their ears, so you made sure everyone was well fed and had a bed or a couch and finally, you sat on top of your mattress with burgers in hand.

He took off his watch and set it on the nightstand, settling on the mattress before he flopped down. He stared at the ceiling for a second.

“I’m hungry enough to eat yours too,” you threatened.

That made him sit up fast, an outstretched hand before you handed him the paper wrapped burger.

“Does this count as breakfast?”

You looked at the clock nearby. 4:03am.

“I think so.”

He laughed, took a bite and then smiled up at you.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for having me,” you fluttered your eyelashes.

“I really didn’t think I was gonna win.”

“I know.”

“You know?” He eyed you skeptically.

“You didn’t believe in yourself.”

He let out a tiny laugh at your play on words, smiled when he looked up at you. “You’ve really gotta stop watching that show.”

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 4 years ago

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Nemesis: Retribution (2)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SMUT FOR THIS CHAPTER. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, mentions of illnesses, momentary fluff, bit of angst care of Bucky, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, rejection, bullying, heartbreak, character death

A/N: I couldn’t resist not posting this early. Here you go. Next ones will probably take a while coz I have to be an actual adult for a bit.

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1:2 Dark Chocolate

A few days of rest was required to recover from a super soldier's punch. The doctors had said that you were lucky Steve hadn't punched you with full strength or else you would probably have a whole cracked rib cage. You were anxious to jump back in to training, not used to being idle for very long.

You were given some painkillers at the clinic and ordered to stay there for the rest of the afternoon for monitoring. When you woke up, it was early evening and a blonde super soldier was napping on a steel chair next to your bed. He jumped when you moved to sit up, his heightened senses alarmed and disoriented for a second before he quickly switched to repeatedly apologizing to you. You laughed out loud. It was just a little ridiculous to you to see such a commanding presence in the field so charmingly boyish and adorably embarrassed.

Steve was a comforting presence but to be honest you were hoping to see Bucky. You didn't get a chance to thank him since he left immediately after the doctors had ushered you into the examination room. Once you were cleared to return to training, you caught sight of his long brunette hair and the bright smile on your face couldn't be stopped. It was the glare he pinned you with that made you halt your approach.

He was back to his disapproval of your very existence.

You had to admit that it stung. You thought that you were getting somewhere with him after he helped you. At least somewhere outside of the realm of outward disdain. And maybe you were hoping just a little bit that it could lead down the road to him feeling the same about you.

The timing was perfect when you were assigned to your first official mission with the Avengers. It was a chance to prove your worth to the team and to Bucky in particular. A chance to maybe make him see you as more than just a troublesome recruit.

You came back from the mission with your head held high and absolutely glowing with confidence at the kudos from Sam and Natasha. The great Natasha Romanoff had complimented your sniping skills, picking off enemies in her area even before she could aim her own gun at them.

The first thing you wanted to do after getting back to the Compound was to tell Bucky. You wanted to brag a little bit and maybe even thank him for the mentoring. If he hadn’t been so hard on you then you wouldn’t have pushed yourself to be at this level. You were skipping down the halls of the Compound in search for him, clutching the bullet casing from your first official Avenger kill.

FRIDAY had informed you that he was in the training area and you were bouncing on your feet with excitement. As you entered though the place was empty, the rest of the agents having retired to the mess halls. You ventured further in, trusting FRIDAY’s intel until you heard some noises coming from the adjacent armory. You smiled, he must be cleaning his guns again.

As you got closer, the noise began to get louder until you could make out what was undeniably pleasured moaning, one low and gravelly while the other more high pitched. You should have turned away, if only for the privacy of the couple who was wrapped up in their passion, but your curiosity pushed you to come closer and peak through the small crack in the door.

The brief image that you saw made you instantly draw back, a shaking hand pressed to your mouth to silence the shocked gasp. You backed away slowly, your mind struggling to process what you had just seen, then your flight response kicked in and you ran like hell out of there. The scene was burning a hole in your brain and caused your skin to grow cold. Sergeant Barnes rutting hard against a woman wrapped around his waist, his glinting eyes locked with yours, and a cocky sneer on his face.

You didn’t go to dinner that night or to the team celebration for a successful first mission. You chose instead to lay in your bunk with tears burning in your eyes and trying to erase the memory of your discovery. Of course he was already dating someone. A man of his caliber was sure to have a line-up of gorgeous eager women at his disposal. He probably had no interest in boring recruits like yourself. The woman he was throwing into bliss must be some supermodel or high ranking spy. How did you even end up deluding yourself that you could possibly catch his eye?

The rest of your roommates filtered in after a few hours, chatting away noisily about the party. Anna had come to sit on the edge of your bed and ran a comforting hand along your arm, concern clearly etched on her face.

“I’m fine. Just tired. The mission really wore me out,” you muttered with a small smile. You weren't ready to talk about it yet.

“Personally I think I had better success today than all of you,” Kim’s shrill voice cut through the good natured conversations in the room.

She wasn’t part of the group taken on the mission, claiming beforehand that she was ill. A chorus of curious why’s rang out through the group and she preened at once again being the center of attention.

“Well I just had the fuck of a lifetime from none other than Sergeant James Barnes.”

The room of women burst into chaos; squeals of disbelief, rapid fire questions on how big he was and how good of a lay was he, were they dating now or was this a fuck buddy situation. Of course Kim was more than happy to entertain each question.

You tuned all of it out, the noise turning into an annoying ringing in your ear. You turned around to face the wall as the silent tears that refused to be contained any longer fell to wet your pillow. You barely registered Anna squeezing your shoulder or the words that Kim threw your way.

“Sorry, Y/N. I guess I was just more Bucky’s type.”

You curled yourself into a tighter ball as the pain in your chest radiated across your whole body. You had assumed wrong about Bucky. It seemed that he wasn’t opposed to dating new recruits.

He was just opposed to you.

The taunting from Kim continued on and you just couldn't take it any longer. You brushed the tears away, grabbed your sweater, and marched yourself to the door. You needed to get some air. You needed to get away. Anywhere but there. You wrenched open the door and almost came crashing straight toward a solid chest. Your eyes travelled up to lock with the kind blue gaze of Captain America. You wondered why Steve was standing at the doors of your bunkers holding a pack of beer in his hand.

"Good evening, ladies," he said to the room of now suddenly speechless females. "I'm just going to borrow Y/N for a bit."

The crowd remained in shocked silence while you stared at him in confusion as he smiled sweetly down at you. He had gone looking for you when he didn't see you at the celebration after Natasha and Sam had sang your praises to him at your performance. He wanted to congratulate you and bring you a drink for a job well done.

"Come on. I know a good spot," he said, placing a hand on your back and guiding you out.

Steve brought you to the top of an observatory in the Compound. It was quiet, peaceful, and offered a great view. He cracked open a bottle for you and the conversation just flowed naturally. He kept making you laugh until your sides hurt with stories about his time as a performer in the military and all the unfortunate videos that came with it. You were crying with pure joy when he relented and re-enacted his buy military bonds act, your earlier darkened mood forgotten for the moment.

Steve felt like he did something right when your glassy eyes and defeated expression was replaced with clear amusement. Even if it was at his expense. He wouldn't ask what the reason was, but he felt happy he made you feel better.

"Thank you, Steve," you muttered before you parted ways. Somehow both of you understood that it was more than just for the drink.

You promised yourself then that you would give yourself tonight to weep over your unfortunate romantic feelings. Only for tonight. Come morning you would focus all your energy on what you actually came here to do; become an Avenger. You slept fitfully that night, the shell casing from your first mission still gripped in your hand.

You made a conscious effort after that day to limit your interactions with Bucky and Kim to polite clipped conversations. At first Bucky had been surprised at your change in attitude, your blank expression and sparse words causing a momentary guilt to flash in his eyes. You had chosen instead to spend more time with Steve and the twins, your mood obviously brighter around them.

You were sitting now in a large conference room for a briefing on the next mission with a handful of other recruits when Sam Wilson sent you out to fetch the rest of the Avengers who were running late and not responding.

"Can you get them for me, sweetheart?" he chuckled, knowing that you blushed uncontrollably each time he used a nickname on you.

FRIDAY had directed you to the private common room exclusive for their use. You were about to knock on the door when you heard your name in the middle of what sounded like a heated argument. Against your better judgement, you leaned in closer.

"I don't think Y/N's cut out to be part of this team."

Your heart dropped. The conviction in Bucky's voice was clear. It was one thing for your infatuation with him to be forcefully thrown back at your face, but for him to explicitly state to a set of people that you held at such high esteem that you were not good enough was a whole other vicious heartbreak.

Lily was wrong. This time you should have known when to quit.

You forced yourself to crack the door wider and step inside, clearing your throat to announce your presence. You didn't see the startled look on their faces or the guilty one that followed when they realized that you had heard. One look at your sad glistening eyes that refused to look up confirmed it. Natasha and Steve both threw Bucky a deadly glare.

"Sam wants you all at a briefing. I was sent to come get you."

Your voice was so small and unsteady, none of the easy happiness and optimistic determination that it usually carried. Bucky felt the shame burn through him, the guilt drowning him in an instant. You weren't supposed to hear that. He took a step towards you, instinct driving him to do anything to wipe that defeated look off your face, but a threatening look from the twins pinned him in place.

"We'll walk back with you, little star," Pietro said softly, appearing beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Wanda came on the other side, looping your arm with hers.

For the rest of the briefing, you strained with the effort of focusing on Sam while blatantly ignoring Bucky. You knew he was staring a hole at the back of your head, but you couldn't allow yourself to give him any satisfaction by looking back. You were soon assigned your tasks, you being placed on sniper duty again having performed well the last time.

It was supposed to be a run of the mill mission for intel and taking out a criminal base, but with the expectation of more hostiles so a slightly bigger team was necessary. You practically flew out of the room when you were dismissed, not giving anyone a chance to talk to you. A decision was solid in your mind now for when you got back.

This would be your last mission.

The ride on the jet to the location was spent with you cleaning your gear and checking your weapons. You were sliding a few knives in place when Bucky came in front of you holding out another set of knives for you to take.

"You know if you tilt the hilt to the left you can fit more in one holster," he said.

It was odd hearing him with almost warmth in his tone toward you. If it had happened yesterday, you probably would be celebrating this fact. You nodded at him, but didn't say a word.

"Remember to keep your head low and stay on your post. Okay, doll?"

You nodded wordlessly again. Because you made a point not to look at his face, you missed the way he was struggling to say more to you and the disheartened look when you obviously weren't going to answer him. You ignored him for the rest of the ride, choosing to focus on reviewing the intel.

As far as bad intel could go, this had to be the worst. You were perched up on a densely covered hill a good distance away from the base that the rest of the team were storming. You were picking off as many hostiles coming out of the base as quick as your hands would allow. Your fingers were starting to ache from the constant reloading, your eyes stung from the gunpowder, and your lip was already bleeding from biting down on it.

The noise in the comms was pure mayhem. Each team member trying to ask for help, for backup, for a plan. You had all come expecting a fight but not an army prepared to defend. You were certainly not expecting HYDRA.

"They have Bucky."

Three words spoken that sent a cold dread to wash over all of you. HYDRA couldn't be allowed to take Bucky. You abandoned your post without a second thought and sprinted down toward the base, pistols at the ready for anyone coming your way.

"Last location," you asked urgently as you slipped into the building shooting down two agents immediately.

"West wing. Near the last corridor," Steve grunted, clearly having a hard time on his end. "Y/N, do not engage!"

"I'm the closest one, Cap."

"I'm close too. Just a little busy," Natasha huffed. "I'll follow, Y/N. Steve, we need to get the hell out of here."

Steve had reluctantly agreed, seeing that there was no other choice. He quickly barked orders and commanded you to keep safe. You nodded although he couldn't see it as you wove through the corridors at full speed in search of your teammate. The moment you barged into that last room, your eyes found an unconscious Bucky immediately.

Seeing him in that chair horrified you; shirt ripped, bleeding in several areas, skin pale and cold with sweat, chest rising and falling far too rapidly, and eyes that were unresponsive. You were so distracted by the jarring image that you failed to notice the operatives across the room until the bullets were burning through your soft flesh.

You screamed from the pain, but raised your gun and fired back until you heard their bodies thud heavily on the floor. You clutched at your side, the amount of wet blood pouring out was alarming. You pushed your own welfare aside and hurriedly undid Bucky's restraints. It was a struggle to sit up a semi-conscious super soldier and when you took his weight on your shoulders, you collapsed to the floor at the intense pain in your arm. You hadn't realized that you had multiple shots there too.

You gritted your teeth and groaned at the effort of lifting you both up, your blood soaking through your gear as well as Bucky's. You huffed painfully with each step but you just had to get him out of there. You could have kissed Natasha square in the mouth when you saw her come barreling towards you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!" she winced at your state before taking Bucky's other side. Apparently you looked as bad as you felt. "We gotta move fast. I hear more of them coming up this way. This path is clear."

Having Natasha's help in carrying Bucky alleviated some of the burden from you and made you all move faster, but the blood loss was already starting to make your vision blurry and the adrenaline was wearing off. Through the haze, you could also hear the rapidly approaching footsteps. Soon you would be basically useless and you knew there was no way Natasha could carry you both out while fighting off a hoard of enemies.

"Natasha," you said quietly, your steps faltering.

"No. Keep going goddamn it!" Natasha cried.

She knew what you were thinking. She had assessed the situation too and come to the same miserable conclusion. You smiled sadly at her angry eyes and shaking head as you let go of your hold on Bucky. Her eyes widened further as you limped toward the doors behind you and locked them tight before raising your guns to aim right at anyone who would come through them.

She didn't miss how your hands were shaking and your shot arm could barely hold up, the way you scowled deeper in pain with each movement, or how your uniform was soaked in your own blood and slowly forming a pool at your feet. Ghastly as you looked, you turned your head and tossed her another gentle smile. You were basically going to use yourself as a human shield for them and yet you were comforting her. You were reassuring her.

"Check on my sister for me, yeah?"

Natasha wanted to insist on another plan. Anything other than leave you behind to hold off the nearing enemy units. Shouting and gunfire from the other side of the door forced her to make a decision. She cursed sharply under her breath and dragged Bucky away with her, the regret heavy on her heart for having to leave you behind.

You stepped further back and supported your weak body against the wall after Natasha had thankfully left. The enemy was trying their hardest to barge through the door, ramming into it and shooting their guns at the locks. It wouldn't be long now before they manage to breach it.

You took a moment to spare a thought for your sister. A part of you was saddened to think of her grief after she finds out that you had done the most heroic thing anyone could ever do.

Sacrifice.

Another part of you was relieved knowing that she had Jill and she wouldn't be alone in that grief. When you decided this morning that this would be your last mission, you didn't necessarily expect it to be in this way.

"I'm sorry, Lily."

Natasha managed to get Bucky back to the jet where the rest of the team were all converging, still fighting off operatives chasing after them. There just didn't seem to be any end to them.

"I'm going back for Y/N!" she yelled to the team as she dropped Bucky on the floor of the jet. There was no time to be gentle, she had to hurry back to help you out.

"What do you mean? Where the hell is Y/N, Nat?" Steve shouted as he grabbed her arm.

"She stayed behind to hold off the ones chasing us so we could get out. I have to go back!"

"I will go. I can get her out," Pietro volunteered at once but he doubled over immediately from the extensive wounds on his torso.

Natasha was already sprinting back into the compound, not willing to waste another minute. She made it only a few feet before the entire facility exploded into a fiery inferno that quickly ravaged it and threw her farther back.

The entire team watched in horror as the explosions continued on several parts of the structure. The area was quickly getting engulfed by the flames and smoke. Steve had to force everyone onto the jet and bodily carry a shell shocked Natasha.

No one could have possibly survived that.

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Natasha steadied her breath as she quietly landed on a perch high above in the rafters of a seedy warehouse. Wanda joined her seconds later, weaving her magic to better cloak them. The other twin was running a lap around the perimeter and would join them later.

She was assigned weird missions all the time. Missions that had very little to doubtful intel was common. This mission though was by far the strangest she's ever gotten. There was a very small list of vague things that were told to them; the time and location, not to intervene, to remain unseen until the target was ready, bring the target to the Compound.

She was slightly annoyed, but she complied anyway. She was curious too as the mission was given in secret to only the three of them. A million questions was speeding through her mind as she observed the activity below. It looked like a regular run of the mill drug den filled with busy workers and roving guards.

"How many, Wanda?" Natasha whispered.

"I sense more than 25 of them. All armed, but with much fear."

A gust of wind signaled the return of the other twin. He had a frown on his face and a concerned look in his eyes. "There is another one, but this one does not seem to be with them."

Natasha was starting to sincerely doubt this mission when a fast movement from the shadows caught her eye. By the way the twins perked up too, they surely had seen it. They followed the figure as it slipped through the darkness, almost losing track if they hadn't noticed that the guards were quickly dwindling in number. Natasha was growing worried, this was surely a highly skilled group of assassins. Pietro must have been mistaken. They were clean and efficient too.

All of a sudden a gunfight broke out below them. A figure completely clad in black, strolled casually out from the shadows with a pistol in each hand firing precisely at their targets. They confidently charged closer, unfazed as they greeted the gunfire. They continued to tear viciously through the crowd with a deadly mix of combat, bullets, and blades.

The workers had drawn their weapons by now as well, but they were quickly killed off with barbaric aggression. It did not take long for the floor below to become a sea of blood and lifeless bodies. One person remained barely alive, hanging on to his middle to keep his internal organs from spilling out from the wide gash. The attacker came to him, nonchalantly stepping over decimated bodies. They couldn't hear what was exchanged from this distance, only the choked scream that followed as he was stabbed straight through the throat. His blood spurting out like a broken faucet.

Natasha had been in this profession for a while, but she has never seen this level of unrestrained violence.

One person.

One single person had cleared out a base of approximately 30 people. Natasha was growing more and more worried. Clearly this person was at the very least an enhanced and even with the twins with her, they were not prepared to face someone powered.

What kind of bloodthirsty lunatic does this?

"You can come down now."

All three of them froze in place. Looking down, the attacker was staring right at them with cloaked eyes. Reluctantly and very slowly, Wanda used her powers to float them down carefully keeping a good distance from this murderer.

From this close they could now see that they were in full military tactical gear in what was originally all matte black, but now had an explosion of dripping red. Combat boots, fitted cargo pants, a long sleeved shirt underneath a tight bulletproof vest, gloves, a loose hood over their head, and a cloth mask around the lower half of their face.

"Should have known something was up when my team mentioned seeing a really fast man."

The shivers that travelled through every expanse of skin on Natasha, was a reaction to that voice. It sounded strangely familiar yet unknown, but something in her mind was denying her from piecing it together. The moment the hood was dropped to reveal their eyes was when she spiraled into a complete icy shock. They were eyes that had haunted her for the past ten years. Haunted all of them. The only difference was that the eyes in her memories were smiling warmly.

The bloodied face mask was lowered to reveal a face they mourned, unmistakable and yet completely different. White raised scars branched out like weaving vines from the right side of the neck to just above the jaw and the ears. They were obviously old and healed but still raised and prominent, adding an even more dangerous edge to the menacing look on their face.

Your face.

"Hello, Natasha. Pietro. Wanda."

10 years after they had watched you tragically perish in a burning HYDRA facility, you stood before three of a group of people you had unknowingly tormented all these years.

The earpiece you wore crackled to life. "Blackbird to Hedwig. I have a visual. Should I shoot them?"

You smirked. There was no need for that. At least not right now.

"Hey, Blackbird. Tell Raven I'll be late for dinner. I have a reunion to get to."

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