#but it's been radio silence since so i think they formally gave up </3

[darcyolsson]

my desire to have the infernal devices turned into a tv show so i can experience the same story in a different way vs the knowledge that the second any tv exec gets their hands on that story they will simplify the love triangle in a way that will make it utterly unbearable to watch

#ive seen what tv people did to djats... it cannot happen again #i think bbc has dropped it though? i know a pilot was written back in 2018 (?) and then supposedly it went into production in 2020 #but it's been radio silence since so i think they formally gave up </3 #personal #tid #tsc

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable  ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 8

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

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Chapter 8

“Heartbreak looks good on you...” My sister commented impishly, watching me slip the teardrop earring into my lobe, the ruby red stone glinting in the dimlight of the bedroom. 

It was a couple of weeks since my uncle had come over and today, all the important clan leaders from around the country would be heading over to pay their respects to him. As one of the oldest surviving vampires, he commanded a lot of respect and no one really wanted to be on his bad side. 

Which just made me love Jungkook all the more because I couldn’t forget how he’d literally thrown himself in between us that day. I wanted to give him  everything  in return but apparently, all i was allowed to give him was space. 

My father had visited me everyday , giving me a very cryptic, ‘ I’ll make sure the two of you get your happy ending, dearest but you need to trust me and stay away for a while. Just a while. ’. 

But it seemed so impossible, so far away and just so unlikely that I was beginning to lose hope. 

It didn’t help that I hadn’t actually seen Jungkook in these two weeks . Namjoon took his place and my only connection to him was Joowon , who told me his father was busy ...that he stayed with Hwasa most evenings . I felt jittery and nervous and even more so today because of the lavish party being hosted in the Grand Ball Room, which was easily the biggest room in the entire estate. The last time it had been opened was for my parent’s wedding a whole two centuries ago.  

For once I couldn’t hide in the daycare in sweats. My uncle apparently insisted that i be present for the party tonight. 

It only made my anxiety skyrocket. 

I was a mess when it came to formal parties with century old vampires. I had all the formal training of course, but still the etiquette lessons were long forgotten and lot of those cranky old bats had very archaic ideas about what was allowed and what wasn’t. 

I  didn’t want some entitled century old vampire pawing at my neck for a drink tonight. I really didn’t. 

But i had done my part. Put on a red dress, the backline dipping all the way down to the base of my spine , let one of the make up artists in the clan have a go at my face and even put on blood red lipstick. 

I grunted , trying to yank the small lace and leather garter up my thigh. It had a holster for a dagger, the small ornate silver one that all the women in the clan carried. The dagger was crafted with the Hwang crest on its handle and I carefully sheathed it in, patting my thigh to make sure it wouldn’t slip down my limb. 

“Don’t make fun of my misery.” I glared at her and she actually laughed. 

“Sera, you feel too much too deeply. Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. He’ll come around. “ She said gently.

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to wait though. I... I don’t know why I hate waiting but I do..”

“He looks like a kinky bastard. Tell me, did you guys try anything ...I don’t know..risky?”

Nothing riskier than getting edged in front of a whole hotel full of guests and then getting fucked in the back of a car. Oh, did I tell you he spit in my mouth? And I loved it.

“Not really.” I lied but I could feel my face heating up as I turned around, back to the mirror as i felt my ears burning.

My sister shrieked so loud I jumped, nearly knocking over the bottle of perfume on the dresser.

“Oh my God, Sera, you naughty little bint! Tell me now!!!” She screeched and i flushed.

Like hell i was telling my sister what we had done.

“It’s private!!” I hissed when she tried to yank me and she laughed. 

“You’re shy... aww that’s cute. But that’s just because you recently got un-virgined . Bet you  can’t wait for him to desecrate your special place again, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows. 

“That is the single most disgusting thing you’ve ever said.” I gagged.

She laughed again. 

“Relax. He was your first. Happens . But like I said, don’t worry about him being serious about this. I think he is. You guys had sex and dad knows that. And yet somehow he’s still walking around with his had attached to his shoulders. Do you really think father would have let him live if he didn’t have feelings for you?”

I frowned.

“That’s not fair. It was consensual. He didn’t force me into anything or tell me he had feelings ....”

She scoffed at that. 

“Please tell me you still don’t think he hasn’t got feelings for you. He went batshit-crazy when you went on that date with Yugyeom. Jimin thought he was having a stroke or something. Dude’s so gone for you it isn’t even funny.”

“ Fat lot of good that does me! ” I snapped. “ If he doesn’t acknowledge those feelings he might as well not have any. And so far he’s made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to act on them. Ever.” 

“Because he’s clearly involved in something dangerous.” She said easily, making me blink.  “I’m not supposed to be telling you this but I’m kind of sick of you moping around like the world is ending and I’m just going to trust you to be smart about it.”

“What do you mean dangerous?” I whirled around to glare at her, pulse racing. 

“I have no clue. Dad and Jungkook are working on something.  But they’ve been huddled in the administrative building for three days now and no one has seen them . So i don’t really know what it is they’re planning. But I’ve always wondered if Jungkook was hiding from something. It would explain why he’d work as a bodyguard...with his skills he could be so much more.  ”

Frustration bloomed,  this time laced with worry. I wanted to know what was going on. God, if i could only see him. A glimpse would be enough. Just to make sure he was okay. Just to hear from him that he was okay. That he was going to be safe. 

“Think he’ll be at the party?”  I asked softly, feeling a whole lot pathetic at the way my heart lurched hopefully. 

My sister gave me a very mischievous smile. 

“Maybe . Maybe not. You look ravishing by the way.  And everyone out there wants you. Literally. Don’t forget that. Don’t be easy. Make him beg a little. ” She winked. 

I frowned. 

“He won’t beg. He’ll turn the tables around and make me cry.” I shuddered.  . Which really wouldn’t be that hard . I felt like I was always on the verge of tears these days. 

The knock on the door made us both look up. 

“Who’s escorting you tonight?” My sister asked gently. 

I shrugged. 

“No one. I’m just gonna walk in there by myself because I hate all of you. ” I grabbed the small bejeweled clutch from the table and hesitated just a second. 

God , I had no strength for tonight but there was a possibility that Jungkook could be there tonight. And I wanted to see him, if for no other reason than to kick him in the teeth. 

 I slipped into the strappy peep toe heels, stumbling a little because i wasn’t used to them. 

Swearing at the sharp pain shooting up my heel and shin, I wrenched the door open. Ignoring the simpering man on the other side, i stalked right past him. 

It was going to be a long , long night 

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

The ballroom looked ....for lack of a better word : overwhelming. 

Whoever was in charge of the decoration had clearly taken the budget, quadrupled it and then pretty much ordered one of everything. I stared at the sheer overdose of satin and gauze and felt myself shuddering. 

Red and black was the theme for the night and I half wished I’d chosen to wear something in turquoise blue just to give my eyes some sort of relief. But there was no denying that it looked especially lavish, the huge hall big enough to fit a dozen foot ball fields, the high ceiling that seemed to stretch right up to the heavens and the million candelabras and chandeliers hung all over the place. 

The carpeted floors felt soft under my foot and it was still early, only a few pople flitting about while the ushers and helpers rushed about, tweaking deatils, rechecking placement charts, placing refreshments on the table. Small bottles of blood arranged neatly on the table and I rolled my shoulders, eyes darting around to find someone familiar. 

Kim Minjae and Kim Mingyu were just entering the hall and I grimaced. God, no. But i watched as they casually posed in front of the blood red backdrop, while cameras flashed and i frowned. Were supernatural tabloids really that starved for material? 

“Sera, go on, you need to get your picture taken too!” My aunt materialized out of nowhere , dressed in a puffy red gown with ruffles and I shook my head. 

“Later... i need a drink.” I said quickly, escaping her clingy fingers and rushing away . 

As the only human in the entire damn place, I would have to walk all the way to the bar on the far corner of the ballroom to beg for a drink. 

I was half way there when a commotion at the door made me look up. My father had arrived with him a majority of his counsel and a bunch of other guests as well. I stared, my eyes zeroing in on a very familiar figure , my father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Jeon Jungkook stood right next to my father dressed to the nines and with a dazzling smile in place. 

I gawked at him. 

Trying to process what it was that I was seeing. 

He was smiling. He had the audacity to smile after ignoring me for two whole weeks. 

I took a deep breath.

“You better have a pretty darn good explanation for the radio silence you treated me to the past two weeks. “ I intoned dully to myself , trying to ignore the way he looked, completely at ease in the spotlight. 

He turned a little to the left and his gaze caught mine. I watched as he smiled and shook hands with the people around him before whispering something to my father. 

I dug my heels into the floor, glaring as he extricated himself from the elite crowd and slowly began walking over. God, i wanted to kick him so bad. 

He stopped in front of me, looking expectant and my anger merely doubled in intensity. 

“Anything you wanna say, Jeon?” I snapped. 

“You’re beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Red is your color, angel. I wanna see you in it more often. “ He answered at once. 

My mind went distressingly blank for a whole thirty second. 

“ Did i fucking offer? ” I demanded , angry. “ I’m not dressing up for you. Ever. You ignored me for two entire weeks Jungkook! i didn’t know where you were...what you were doing...” 

“Sera, I’m sor -” He began but I squawked in disbelief, shoving him away hard. He stumbled, more in surprise than from the impact but he looked surprised .  

I felt myself shaking in anger. How dare he?

“Oh, no. No. You do not get to waltz back in with a simple sorry.... not after treating me like shit the past two weeks...Absolutely not.” I snarled, shoving him again but this time he didn’t budge. Ugh. 

I made to move past him but he grabbed my elbow , yanking me back till I crashed into his chest. It was humiliating , the way my body practically vibrated with pleasure from being near him. His arms around me felt like heaven and I’d spent two whole weeks in purgatory. 

“You need to stay with me Ms. Hwang. I’m your bodyguard, remember?” He whispered, lips pressing against my neck, breathing in my scent  and I glared at his arms.

“No you’re not. Namjoon is!! Where is he?” I asked angrily , but he pulled me closer, hands resting on the bare skin of my back as he hugged me tight, lips latching onto my neck, breathing deep and my knees buckled. i had missed this. So much and even if this was all i got, I wanted to savor it. Savor it even if I hated him for the way he treated me all the fucking time.  

“Missed you.” He whispered, lips wet and wanting , damp on my skin as he pressed kisses along my shoulder. I loved it but I knew he was going to leave me again and that just made me angrier. 

“You’re a liar.” I choked out. 

“No. I’ve lied about a lot of things but never about how you’ve made me feel, Sera. You set me on fire.”

I choked, anger and affection flooding my senses, confounding me because it was like being caught in an endless game of push and pull. 

I trembled, fists punching his shoulder in protest but he didn’t move. I could feel eyes on us and it made me flush. How dare he... How fucking dare he. 

“Let go of me! You said you don’t want me so let me go!” I said petulantly and he made a small noise of protest. 

“That’s not true angel...you know it’s not. I want you... Want you so damn bad , i ache with it.” He whispered the words into my skin and I bristled. 

“Fucking liar, let go of me!” i was going to cry. Actually burst into tears in the middle of the ballroom. 

He didn’t let go of me. 

Instead his fingers fluttered down my bare back, feather light and maddening , tracing a path down my bare skin and I gripped is jacket at the electric contact. 

i trembled, my thighs shaking but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I wanted him. I swallowed, shaking my head. 

There was no music and we weren’t even near the dance floor. I couldn’t imagine how we must look to the people around us. But it was hard to think of that when I could feel him all over my body, could feel his heartbeat pulse right against mine and when his arms felt like an anchor , grounding me . 

“You think I need you.” My voice shook a little, “ I really fucking don’t Jungkook and I want you to remember that. I don’t need you. I don’t need to touch you . I’m fine with you never touching me ever again. ” I lied, gripping him harder. 

My words didn’t match my actions at all and he seemed to realize it, chuckling lightly and letting me press myself closer into his warm, solid body. He kept his arms around me, waist pressed into mine and thighs hard and solid against mine.

“I know that... i need you far more than you need me.” He said sweetly, kissing my brow and stroking my hair. He slipped his fingers into the strands, running the silky length between his fingertips , his voice brimming with fondness . It hurt, the fact that I couldn’t have this all the time. 

That somehow I was only offered glimpses of this Jungkook. Little snapshots of a what our life together could be but when I tried to draw closer, he always pulled away. 

I glared at him wanting to demand more answers 

. And then my eyes fell on the small dagger sheathed into his belt. My sister’s words floated into my mind. Was Jungkook running from something? 

“Are you in danger?” I whispered, softly. “ Darling, i need to know if you’re in trouble. I need to know.” 

He trembled a little at the endearment. 

“Baby, I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry about me alright. It’s important that you stay safe. “

The words brought no comfort of any kind. 

I stared at him. 

“What is it with the people around me spewing platitudes in my face without telling me what is going on! Do you just not trust me?” I asked desperately, hurt blooming. 

Jungkook swallowed.

“i trust you with my entire life Sera. But, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said gently.

I rolled my eyes. 

“Please....you’re five centuries old , so can you leave the whole cliché knight in shining armor back in the dark ages and just treat me like your equal? I’m not a helpless damsel in distress Jungkook...!!” 

He nodded, reaching for me again but I pulled away, wrapping an arm around myself. He hesitated, hands stretched out to touch but hovering a few inches away . 

“you’re right. I was out of line. But to be fair your father was very firm that I had to stay away from you...no contact of any kind till tonight. “

“And what’s so special about tonight.?” I asked , upset at how little i knew about what was going on. Jungkook’s gaze softened, and he pressed a palm to my cheek, thumb tracing circles on my jaw, before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. 

“ You’ll see. “ He smiled, “ And as for the rest of it, we’ll talk about this . I promise. We will....tonight after everything ends. I need to go now. Your father’s waiting for me,” 

I clung to him, feeling abandoned all over again. 

“What are you guys upto?” I grabbed his arm but he gently pulled my fingers away. 

“I’ll come find you. “ Was all he said before moving away and I groaned in disbelief. 

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

“Uh oh. I can recognize that look. On a scale of one to ten , how much trouble is Jeon Jungkook in?” Namjoon asked gently, watching me glare daggers at the man in question as he hung around near the front of the hall, surrounded by clan leaders.

 He was meeting everyone, apparently a social butterfly and i couldn’t fathom it. The last time we’d had a party he’d sneaked off to get laid with Helena. 

Speaking of who,

“She’s going to castrate him. I can feel it.” The sultry eyed vampire, sat next to me, her long nails tapping the scarlet drape of the table as she watched me, eyes heavy and hot, gaze trained on my neck.

 I’d never felt more like prey. 

“ Nice to meet you Helena.” Namjoon said casually taking the seat next to me. Great.  I was caught between two vampires that knew exactly how gone I was for Jungkook and exactly how ....not gone he was for me.  The night just kept getting better. 

“Always a pleasure daddy.” Helena said , eyes dancing with wicked mischief and Namjoon choked on his wine, spewing it all over the table. I stared at the pair in disgust. 

“Disgusting.” I snapped. “Look at him. He hasn’t looked at me in an hour. How am i supposed to believe that he wants me so much I set his skin on fire.” I demanded shrilly. 

Both of them went quiet. They looked very uncomfortable and i felt myself flush. 

I glared at them , self conscious. 

“What?! Jungkook said so himself.” I protested. 

Both of them began guffawing. 

“I’m never letting him live this down.” Namjoon chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I could feel eyes on me, everywhere. Everyone’s gaze flitted to me every few minutes. Some of the younger vampires hovered a discreet distance away but had their gazes trained on me . 

Everyone looked at me except Jungkook. There really was no justice in this god forsaken world, was there? 

Did he really think I was weak and harmless? I suddenly felt foolish . I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t powerless. 

So , so far from it in fact.

I didn’t use my abilities because of how morally ambiguous they were. My father had drilled it into my head, right from childhood, that I couldn’t use my powers without explicit permission from him and I had listened to him. 

Had played the role of the harmless human who just happened to have really intoxicating blood inside her veins. 

But somehow that had ended up with me being pushed out of the loop with the man I loved. Jungkook thought I was some kind of helpless damsel he needed to keep safe and it just...it irked me. 

It was laughable that he thought something could be dangerous to me. 

It was laughable because I  was  easily the most dangerous creature in this entire room. 

i pulled my phone out, texting furiously.

 I want to see you. 

 I stared at Jungkook waiting for him to see. He pulled his phone out read the screen and to my utter chagrin he slipped the phone back in without answering.

 All right, That’s it.  

I stood up slowly, Namjoon stiffening next to me. 

“Where are you going? “ He asked warily. 

“To mingle.” I said casually. “ you can stay here, daddy. I’ll be fine by myself. “

He spluttered again and Helena laughed lowly. 

“I like her. “ Her voice rang out and i smirked, making a beeline to wards the front of the room, where Jungkook stood with a few other vampires around the same age as him. They all straightened at the sight of me, lust evident in their eyes and I saw Jungkook go a little stiff when he noticed I was alone.

“Where’s Namjoon?” He said shortly. 

“With Helena.” i said with a shrug.” Evening gentlemen.” I smiled softly, parting my lips lightly, letting my tongue dart out and wet them before leaving them parted, tongue peeking out. 

Jungkook pressed in closer, arm darting to wrap around my waist but he seemed to think better of it, pulling away again. 

“Sera...” He began warningly but i cut him off. Jungkook didn’t know what he had. 

And I was too fucking beautiful to be ignored tonight. 

“Isn’t someone starting the music? What a terrible bore this party has been...” I said loudly and the men scrambled closer, almost tripping over each other. 

Pathetic really but at least they served their purpose. 

“Should we get you another drink, Sera?” One of them said. 

“Let me go find that Dj...” The tallest of the lot wandered off. 

“You’re right..are you hungry..? Where’s that waiter?” The one right next to me lifted a hand, waving the nearest uniformed helped and I smirked at Jungkook. 

“Having fun?” I asked. 

“You need to go stay with Namjoon.” He said stiffly.

“where’s the fun in that? “ I hesitated, locking my eyes with him and lightly lifting my heel up to rest on the chair right next to him. The slit in my dress fell open, exposing the entire length of my leg, especially the red lace of my garter. 

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the dagger strapped to my thigh, the red and gold stark against the milky white flesh. I rand a forefinger up from my knee to the top of the garter belt, lightly circling the tip over the sharp edge of the dagger. 

“Don’t...” He growled. I smirked.

“Don’t what?” I whispered. 

“Don’t fucking do it, baby... I’ll be really , really mad if you do. “ He was almost shaking with the effort to not grab me and i could feel it. Feel the urge to put me in my place, simmering beneath his skin but he was helpless. 

Any wrong move on me and he would have a dozen daggers in his heart within the next second. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about .” I feigned ignorance, purposefully pressing the thick of my finger into the edge of the dagger, gasping as it broke skin, tearing my flesh and drawing out my blood. 

A collective gasp ran through the crowd around us and it was quite the sight, an entire group of century old Vampires going stiff as boards,  nostrils flared pupils blown wide open as they all stared at me .

 I smiled wide, trying to inject a note of contrition into my voice. 

“Oops. That was clumsy of me. .” I giggled, holding my finger up. the blood beaded over and spilled , trickling down my wrist and I locked my gaze with Jungkook’s, bringing my arm up, licking the scarlet fluid up, tracing its path with my tongue all the way to where the dagger had nicked me before sticking the finger into my mouth with a lewd pop. 

A vampire, about three feet away from me was breathing heavily , grabbing the chair next to him and sinking into it. His fangs were out and his breathing was erratic. i watched his eyes flash red and I laughed.

“I’m sorry. “ I said sweetly and he gave me a blank smile.

“That’s alright, my lady . “ He was almost choking from the effort to stay composed. Poor thing. I let my gaze flit back to Jungkook who had a terrifyingly blank look on his face. 

“You little whore.” Jungkook whispered softly and i lurched. 

“Yours . If you want me. But if you don’t...then anyone’s really.” I shrugged unrepentant. 

“Really? You think any of the vampires here’s gonna want you after the stunt you just pulled? No one wants a needy little slut.” He said casually but I could see him shaking a little. There was a teeny tiny crack in that cocky attitude and I’d never wanted to stick my fingers in something so bad. 

I felt myself grin in anticipation. 

“It’s not about what I think, Jungkook. Its about what I  know.” 

He stared at me. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m helpless, Jungkookie.... But the truth is... I can turn every single person here into my own personal  marionette if i wanted to. “ I shrugged. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted, lips parting in surprise. 

“I’m listening.” 

I moved to the table in the corner, patting the chair next to me. He took the seat next to me and I smiled. 

“Now watch....” I snapped my fingers, signaling the waiter with the glass jar of lemon soda  and vodka in his tray. 

“Can you let my father know I want to leave the party early with Jungkook here?” I asked gently. The waiter flushed, but nodded and I casually slipped my finger into the lemonade jar, dipping lightly in the fluid.

Jungkook grimaced . 

“That’s disgusting.” 

I laughed. 

“Now let’s see who gets to drink it.” I followed the waiter as he moved around stopping in front of a group of very young vampires, about four or five of them. Two girls and three guys. They all took glasses of vodka from the waiter and i sighed.

“You know what makes my blood so powerful Jungkookie? “ I said softly. “ It’s the fact that it is  sentient.” 

Jungkook went stock still still next to me, lips parting in shock.

“What?” He croaked. 

I nodded.

“My blood is sentient. It can feel and see and control. If my blood mixes with yours, it will dominate your thoughts and feelings. I will literally take over you. But it also needs my instruction. So it’ll put you in a trance..... Leave you feeling boneless and disoriented , easier to manipulate. People think its because it tastes so good and they enjoy the feeling. They don’t know what the fuck they’re opening themselves up to...by letting me inside. “ I wrapped my arms around myself. 

“I’m painted as the beautiful, kind and precious human who needs to be protected....only because I am anything  but. In this room, Jungkook....I’m probably the one capable of wrecking the most havoc.” 

“Sera...”

“Nobody knows except for my father and I because...well... just the scent of it makes people chase me down. Can you imagine what they’d do to me if they knew the true extent of my powers.” I said bitterly. I let my gaze shift back to the kids with the drinks. The drinks that were tainted with my life essence.  

I watched them take sips of their drink and felt the mild tingling in the back of my head. Like a gossamer thread forming and wrapping around me and I swallowed. It was easy to ignore and I never had any trouble ignoring it when I let my family feed from me. Because I trusted them. 

But these kids though. My body thrummed, focusing on one person. 

The girl in the red halter top. 

“See the girl with the red top and black skirt....” I swallowed. “ She slit the throat of an old woman on her way here.” 

Jungkook swore next to me. 

“I can see the woman... she’s on her knees , begging for her life. She’s really old.” 

That wasn’t all. i could feel the grip of the dagger, the push of the blade against skin, the pull as the flesh gave in, the blood spurting out onto my fingers the scent of death as she bled out. 

I felt nausea bubble and I severed the connection forcibly. The girl’s pretty face didn’t match her filthy insides. i couldn’t stay in her head. The tendrils began wrapping around my head as  the four of them took more sips. 

“When I want... i can influence their thoughts. It takes more effort but it’s possible. it’s why my father wanted to make sure you actually wanted to be with me. He thought I’d coerced you . which I can . if I want. But I didn’t. I don’t do that ever. ” I shook my head. 

Jungkook’s brows raised. 

“By coerce you mean....”

“It can be as simple as influence your decision... but if I really put in the effort, i can make people physically do what I wanted. “ 

“Physically?”

I smiled.

“Remember the boys from my college ? the ones who nearly drained me out?” 

He nodded. 

“My father didn’t have them defanged. They did it to themselves. Literally stuck their own hand into their mouth and ripped their fangs out . Because I wanted them too.” 

Jungkook looked like he’d stopped breathing. 

I swallowed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you that if you’re trying to protect me by withholding information, its kind of unnecessary. I can take care of myself.” 

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me what’s going on  “ I sighed.  Jungkook gave me a piercing look. 

“Remember Joo Won’s mother?” 

“The witch you killed?”

“Her father’s out for my blood. He doesn’t know where I am as of now. Your father thinks one of his lackeys must be in attendance today so he’ll know where I am.... and  he’ll come for me. And when he does... I’m going to end it .”

I stared at him.

“ Okay. “ I swallowed. “ How dangerous is he?” 

Jungkook laughed without mirth. 

“I’m not sure if I’m coming out of this alive.” 

Blood rushed to my ears, so fast I felt momentarily lightheaded. My entire body rejected the mere idea of Jungkook getting hurt. And to hear him talk of it so lightly, it messed me up badly. The fragile hold I had on my mind snapped. 

“No.” I said angrily. 

Across the room, the girl in the red halter stumbled,  clutching her head .

  Anger and the urge to hurt clawed up inside me and I tried to get it under control. 

Fuck, I had to sever the connection fully before i did something terrible to her..

 But it wasn’t happening, 

In fact the more i tried to get away the more her conscience seemed to be wrapping around mine., 

 Distance. I had to put distance between us. 

I need to leave now,  I pushed the thought in through the connection and  i watched her as she stumbled away from her friends, hands buried in her hair.

“Sera what the fuck... “ Jungkook grabbed my arm, eyes wide and panicked and I trembled. 

I felt guilty and scared because there was a reason i didn’t do this and the reason was quite simple. This power...or whatever you wanted to call it, It was bigger than me. I couldn’t control it . 

My blood was sentient and sometimes it could control me , just as easily as it controlled others. 

“She’s just leaving... I just made her leave because I’m not .. I can’t. ...fuck...” My head swam as I tried to get my bearings. 

“ okay that’s it...we’re getting out of here.... ” Jungkook stood up, reaching for me and I blinked, disoriented and dizzy. “Come here, baby I got you...” 

I let him wrap his hand around my waist, half lifting , half dragging me out of the ballroom and into the hallway. I gripped his chest, stumbling. I wasn’t tired, just struggling to get my head on straight . 

But the scent of him calmed me. 

“I need you.” I whispered. “ I need you to be safe Jungkook. I’ve spent too long pretending to be something I’m not but with you... I’m.. You... You make me feel human. Truly human. “ 

“Fuck... hang on. I’m gonna take you to my cottage.”

I blinked

“your what?”

“My cottage. Hang on...”

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By the time Jungkook opened the door to the cottage, I felt a little like myself again. But my body thrummed , my skin on fire, my fingers trembling with adrenaline. 

“you look like you need to lie down.” He said gently.

I glared at him. 

“The last thing I need is to lie down.” I snapped.

He held his hands up.

“Alright. Calm down, baby..... Why are you so upset?” He asked soothingly and I scoffed.

“ You fucked me in public and the next day  you looked like you’d been handed a death sentence, when my father suggested that you court me and then... you disappeared for two whole weeks....and now you turn up and tell me that your life is in danger. You do all this shit and I’m  not allowed to be upset? ” I said angrily.

He hesitated. 

“I merely meant it would be dangerous. I am not actively trying to die.” He said softly.

“As for the rest of it.... I’m not the same person I was a month ago Sera.... You.. You’ve managed to claw you way into my heart and the only reason I didn’t want to court you was because of what I was involved in. I told you that...the baggage I’m carrying is too much for me to even think about being with you.... That’s the only reason. “

I stared at him. 

“Are you telling me you fell for me too?”

Jungkook smirked a little.

“You were fucking me all the time without touching me. How could I not fall for that utterly shameless gaze of yours. You were your heart on your sleeve and your heart is always filled with filthy thoughts about me Sera. You make it way too obvious. “ He said teasingly. 

“I don’t want you to die.” I said petulantly. 

“That makes two of us. “ He smiled. “ What do you want, Sera?” 

“Want you.” I said automatically, too raw and upset to think too much about it.

“You have me.” He stepped closer, hands resting on my shoulder, eyes earnest and i hated how much I wanted to believe him . But heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak had taught me that it was all a lie. I didn’t have him and now ....there was a possibility I could never have him. 

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head, angry. “ Don’t lie to me. I don’t have you.” 

Jungkook made to touch me again but I shoved him away, hard.

“you’re angry. “ He said thoughtfully. “ I understand that. You have every right to be angry. And I’m sorry I can’t tell you what you want to hear right now...Not until this whole debacle ends. But Sera...look at me...”

I bit my lips staring at him.

“I’m here. Now. I’m not going anywhere. It’s just us. You and I. Don’t worry about what happens next. Don’t. Let’s not worry about any of that. I’m here and I’m telling you I’m yours. You have me now.” 

I stared at him, tilting my head as I took him in. 

He didn’t move , merely staring at me evenly.

“You know.... you aren’t the only one who hates being ignored.” I said softly. 

I felt weird. 

Different. 

None of the usual nervousness or anticipation but instead a sort of burning need to  take. To reach out and pin him down , force him to follow through on his promise that I  had him. 

“ I’ve been giving too much of myself to you, Jungkook ...for way too long. I think it’s time I get something back.” I whispered. 

His lips curled in a small, impish smile and he looked a decade younger. His eyes flashed with mischief and anticipation. He looked eager....desperate even and I wondered if this is what I looked like all the time with him. 

“And what would that be...my queen?” he whispered meekly. 

“You. “ I said simply. “ All of you. Your words... your pain...your pleasure... your moans and your very breath. I want to take all of it.” 

I could see his pupils dilating even from the distance between us. 

“Its yours, sweetheart” Jungkook  bowed his head gently, holding his arms out. “Tell me where you want me...how you want me...” 

I glanced around the room. Not the bed. Not yet. 

There was a very sturdy looking chair in front of the small table in the corner. 

“Put that in the middle of the room and sit down.” I pointed at the chair. 

He smiled.

“You want me to stay dressed?” He asked carefully and I nodded. 

“Very well.” He moved to get the chair, placing it in  front of the bed. He sat down carefully. 

“Anything else?” He asked gently.

I narrowed my eyes at him 

“Yes. Keep your mouth shut unless I ask you something.” I said with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise. But he didn’t protest. 

I took in the sight of him on the chair, dressed in his perfectly fitted tux , legs spread and hands on his knees, eyes wide and alert as he stared at me. Pretty red mouth shut obediently. 

I moved closer till I was standing right between his thighs. His hands came up to grip my waists instinctively and I glared.

“Hands’ to yourself Jungkook. You don’t just get to treat me as you fucking like and then touch me without my permission.” I snapped. 

He lowered his hands , letting them rest on his knees again.

“Do you want to touch me , baby?” I whispered pressed my palm to his face before letting my fingers trail up to his hair. it was soft and silky to the touch, the strands like fine silk. 

“Yes.” He answered simply. 

“Then you need to earn it.” I threaded my fingers' into his raven locks, gripping hard and yanking his head back . i stared, fascinated by the ivory length of his neck, the little mole there and i pressed a kiss to his skin. I let my teeth sink in , just a little and then a little bit more. When he shifted, I pulled back, licking the skin to soothe the sting.  His breath caught and he gasped, eyes widening a bit and a small, ‘ fuck’ leaving his lips. 

I pulled back , keeping my fingers in his hair , gripping lightly, before reaching down with my free hand. 

“You have such a pretty neck and it make me wonder what it feels for your kind...sinking your teeth into people and feeding from them. Too bad I don’t have fangs. But you know what I do have?” I winked . 

I brought my leg up, the front end of my shoe resting on the small empty space on the chair , right in the V if his legs. If he moved even a little, my toes would brush the straining length of his cock visible even through the black of his slacks. He was so hard I knew it must’ve hurt. 

I gripped his hair harder and tilted his head down to he could stare at my thighs, specifically the dagger in my garter. 

“I want a taste . Of you. Can I?” I asked gently staring at him, fingers fiddling with the dagger and unsheathing it. 

He nodded. 

“Words. Please.” I smiled.

“Yes...fuck yes.....please...Sera...” 

“Good boy.” I winked, bringing the dagger up to his neck. It was really sharp and I used the tip to lightly draw a small dash, an inch below his ear. I watched the blade tear through the flesh, light and delicate, the skin cleaving and scarlet liquid bubbling up. I chased the flow with my tongue, licking it into my mouth and Jungkook trembled in the chair, jerking forward.

The movement jolted my foot onto his crotch and he grunted, grabbing my ankle when I made to move it away, keeping my heeled foot on his clothed cock. I swallowed,  little out of my league but i stared at him, at the sheer intensity of the desperation in his eyes and I inhaled ....before gently bringing my toes down to press into his cock. 

He moaned, thighs trembling and I  dropped the dagger to the floor.

I slipped both my hands into his hair, holding his head in place as i bent low to capture his lips with mine, sticking my tongue inside his mouth while grinding my foot down into his cock. I licked into his mouth, chasing the warm heady taste of him, my fingers tightening in his hair for leverage and I wondered if he was wet.... If his cock was weeping precum, dribbling into his slacks .

I pulled back to stare into his eyes but he had them shut.

“Look at me.!” i demanded,”  wanna see you...” 

His eyes fluttered open, doe- like and warm and swimming with pleasure and I’d never felt more powerful in my life. I moved my foot slowly, in small controlled circles for a few seconds. 

“You wanna cum in your pants like this? Rutting on my foot like a little mutt? Or do you want to get on the bed and touch me like you wanted to...?” I whispered softly. 

Jungkook swallowed and his fingers tightened on my ankle. . 

“Wanna cum like this.” He said taking me by surprise. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Really... then what about me...?  I want to get fucked too Jungkook ..? How’re you gonna do that if you cum so fast.....” I snapped, gripping his hair harder and he groaned. 

“I... I’ll fuck you again... i promise.. I’ll fuck you hard and make you feel good... just..let me cum...please.. It fucking hurts...” The way his voice cracked a bit on the last few words made my heart jerk inside my ribs. I found myself fighting the urge to give him everything. 

I smiled instead, kissing his lips again.

“Thank God for fast refractory periods huh, my big bad vampire?” I bit his lips, tugging it between my teeth , before reaching between us and slipping the shoe off my foot. Jungkook trembled, gripping me for support when I pulled my foot away and I let him cling to me for a second, before dropping the shoe down and pressing my bare foot on his erection. I spread my toes over the head, pressing down just a little and he inhaled sharply when i circled my toe on the wet patch . 

“Go on them. Make yourself cum.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing him again. He grabbed my ankle with both hands, rutting up into the balls of my feet, hips thrusting up and I let him lick into my mouth, messy and wet as he chased his pleasure. 

I felt him stiffen underneath me, followed by a wash of dampness under my sole and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and letting him bury his face into my neck as he trembled through the aftershocks. He gripped my waist, hands shaking as he held me and i waited, worried if I should take my foot off or not. I could feel my legs beginning to cramp and I swallowed.

“You okay?” i whispered.

“Yeah.” He grunted. “ Fuck..that was...” he laughed a little. 

“We’re not done.” I said pressing a kiss to his cheeks and stroking his hair back gently. 

He hummed, gently gripping my ankle and lifting my foot off his crotch. I brought my leg down, wincing a bit. 

“Should we get on the bed?” He whispered. 

I nodded, yelping when he stood up with me still in his arms, he carried me over to the bed, dropping me lightly. 

“Strip.” I said quickly. “ All of it. Want you naked and stretched out on this bed for me.” 

He moved quickly, stepping out of his clothes with ease and I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the black tie he discarded. I took off my panties, leaving my dress and the garter belt on. 

 Jungkook naked was a sight i could never tire off and I watched as he climbed into the bed, lying down in the center, legs splayed slightly and hands by his side. 

“Bring your wrists together up over your head” I said quickly and he moved his wrists up , letting me tie them to the head board with his tie as i sat straddled on his chest. I was wet, sopping wet and I felt the trail of dampness I left on his rock hard abs. 

“I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna make me cum. And then , I’m gonna ride you .” I whispered. 

“Fuck.” 

“That’s the plan.”

I scooted forward, resting one knee close to either shoulder before gripping the head board with one hand and the hair on top of his head with the other. Tugging him closer, I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, groaning when i felt soft pressure of his tongue against my center, licking tentatively. 

Jungkook knew what he was doing, and he licked into me with practiced ease tongue slipping into my slit, curling against the walls, before tracing circles around my clit. He used his lips to suckled on the hardened nub , following it up with quick little licks and i slipped a hand between my legs, stuffing three fingers into my cunt to get myself off faster. 

“Oh...fuck... I want... “ I could feel myself shaking and he sped up his movement, licking my lit in quick little strokes and my orgasm hit me like a wave, drowning me in pleasure. I scooted down before losing my strength, collapsing on top of him. The orgasm having knocked me right out of my headspace. I was trembling and shaking, lethargic and completely out of it. 

”Baby...you okay?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from above and I whimpered. 

“I’m... I’m sorry.... I’m so tired... I...” 

“Don’t worry baby .. i got you. “

I heard the sound of wood splintering and blinked, glancing up. Jungkook had tugged his hands free from the restraint, breaking the headboard in the process. 

I gawked at the scene in disbelief. 

“Did you just....?”

He grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping it up and off me quickly. 

“Fuck..... want to pound you into the fucking mattress my little princess... Such a little tiger aren’t you kitten... so fierce and hot... i loved it baby...you were so good to me ...made me feel so fucking good...” He maneuvered me onto my back and i felt myself blushing at the praise, face heating up as i gripped his shoulders. 

He grabbed the back of my thigh, spreading my legs before lining himself up against my pussy. 

“Fuck...” He slid right in , knocking the breath out of me and i clung to him, whimpering as he pounded into me, hips working so fact I was sure I was going to have trouble walking for a week after this. 

I could feel my orgasm build from the sheer intensity of the thrusts, the hard thick length of his cock pounding into my cunt till i felt swollen and bruised and tender and when it finally tore through me , i was drooling a little, eyes damp with tears and fingers numb from gripping him too hard. 

Jungkook fucked me through the orgasm and chased his own each push of his hips leaving me battered and I bit my lips to stay conscious . When he finally stilled, his cock throbbing as he came for the second time, filling my insides with the wet warmth of his cum, I felt myself shake like a leaf caught in a  storm, my entire body ice cold and trembling. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t recover from this for a really long time

“My pretty pretty queen....” He whispered , pressing kisses all over my face as he hugged me closer and I mewled at the warmth of him. 

“Don’t leave me .” i whispered, unable to fight the tug of sleep and exhaustion. 

“I’m right here, baby.” His voice was soothing against my ear as he held me closer. 

Maybe I could have him after all. 

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Author’s note : okay. well. that happened.  if you don’t give me feedback this will be the last smut scene. 

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but please do give me feedback . i love hearing from you guys. 

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[kulaykape]

Ina Kingsley x MC: Taking a Break, Ch. 3 (of 3)

Summary: Ina realizes her mistake.

tags: @sakaily @samanthadalton @astrangeandunusualgirl @citybornchick @thedaft1 @kwaj05 @kaitlynliaofanxx @nydeiri @thepotatobleh @jenxespinoza @hellyeah90sbaby @justtryingtofillthevoidxx

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“Did she text you back?” Lilian asked. 

Ina swallowed the lump in her throat before replying. “She did. She said she’d be here, but… well, she’s never been the most prompt,” she gave a small chuckle. Mostly to calm her nerves, less because what she said was actually funny. 

Lilian’s little ‘hmm’ was distorted a bit by the phone speaker. “She’ll show up.” “I honestly can’t say I’d blame her if she didn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter how long you two have been separated. For you? She’d make it work.”

And Ina supposed Lilian was right, as she watched Aliyah walk through the front entrance of the restaurant. Her heart jumped into her throat, as if she was right back at her first date all over again. “She’s here, Lil. I’ve got to go.”

“Alright, love you. Don’t mess this up.”

“I’ll certainly try. Love you too,” Ina hung up just as Aliyah had spotted her, and had begun to make her way towards her table. 

“This seat taken?” Aliyah asked as she pulled out the chair across from Ina. 

Ina was honestly shocked to find that glint of humor in her eyes. Seven months, no calls, no texts, until just last night. It was so ridiculously undeserved, yet so Aliyah, that she just had to laugh. “It is now,” she replied. Aliyah sat down, taking off her sunglasses so that Ina could confirm that it was indeed her Aliyah. “What’s with the glasses?” She asked. 

“I’ve been recognized… way more than I thought I would be here,” Aliyah replied, keeping her voice low as her eyes flicked about, “This place is nice.”

Ina hummed. “I thought you might appreciate somewhere a little less conspicuous,” she explained. Aliyah looked up at her with a tender, appreciative smile. Ina cleared her throat, ducking her head as her fingers stretched towards the glass of whiskey by her hand. Then she thought against it, looking back up at Aliyah. “I had no idea you were even in LA until I saw the news yesterday,” she began, “How’s the tour going?” 

Aliyah’s face brightened even more, if that was even possible. “It’s been great! We were in Europe for like half a dozen shows before we came back to the States,” she said earnestly. 

Ina nodded in interest, if not a bit of heartbreak. Aliyah was clearly thriving, and smiling through every moment of it. More importantly, without her. 

Did she even need Ina anymore? 

“I’m proud of you,” she found herself softly saying nonetheless. Aliyah’s expression slowly sobered, the wide grin fading into a small look of awe. Ina gave her a small smile. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

For a moment, Aliyah’s face was indecipherable. Her brow was pulled in, hands tight with tension. 

“...If you’re proud, why didn’t you call?” 

Ina opened her mouth to reply, but the gut punch of Aliyah’s words swiftly stopped her. She gazed into her lap, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She had to take a deep breath to meet Aliyah’s eye again. “Why do you think I asked you to come see me?” 

“Don’t answer my question with another question,” Aliyah retorted, “‘Cause after seven months of complete radio silence, I was pretty sure that the most we were gonna get out of today was small talk.” None of that “I’m proud” bullshit. In a way, it nearly scared Aliyah. 

“I…” Ina sighed, “I got wrapped up in my work for the first few months. I buried myself in it, trying to convince myself that what I’d done to us was the right thing. And by the time I saw your texts, it’d been months since you’d stopped.”

“And you still didn’t call?”

“I didn’t know if you’d want to hear from me.”

“I loved you, of course I wanted to hear from you!” Aliyah exclaimed. Ina flinched back. 

Loved? What was that supposed to mean? Ina’s mind was racing while she looked Aliyah in the eye, her gaze once again blocked off from decipherability. 

“Where is this going, Ina?” Aliyah asked, leaning towards Ina across the table. 

“I was hoping in a better direction, but I don’t think I deserve that much,” Ina replied. 

Aliyah pursed her lips, looking around the restaurant. She slipped her glasses back on, and spoke up before Ina could ask her, in her most desperate voice, where she was going. 

“I don’t think I’ve got an appetite for anything anymore,” she gestured for Ina to follow her, “Come on.” She pulled out her wallet and a couple bills from it to put on the table for Ina’s still topped-out drink, before leading her away. 

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Halfway back to Aliyah’s hotel, she’d suddenly remembered that her bandmates would be just down the hall from her room, and asked Ina for the directions to her place. Ina had hesitated for a moment, for reasons Aliyah didn’t really want to consider, before giving her the address. 

Turns out the place was just a couple blocks down from Aliyah. It was a bit painful to both of them to think that they’d been so close to each other the past few days. 

“There’s some, er… glass on the floor,” Ina explained as she unlocked her door, “Keep your shoes on.” Aliyah cocked a brow. “Drop a drink?” She suggested. 

“Something like that,” Ina muttered before pushing the door open. Aliyah stepped in, her brow rising even more when she observed the wall of the hotel’s living room. It was stained in a sporadic manner, and she looked down to find the remnants of a glass cup under it. 

She looked at Ina, her gaze critical. And for the first time that day, it was finally hitting her. “Ina, what’s going on?” She asked softly. She was noticing how Ina looked a little worse for wear right now. A little more tired than usual, a little less put-together. She’d been too deep in her own head to see it earlier. 

“Drink?” Ina asked, gesturing towards the kitchen. 

Aliyah frowned at her. “Something tells me you don’t need a reason to pull out a bottle of alcohol right now,” she said. 

Ina laughed mirthlessly, ruffling her own hair a bit. “Is it really that bad?” 

“You’ve looked better,” Aliyah said gently, “Can we sit?” Ina nodded, and the two of them sat in the living room. Aliyah sat in one corner of the couch while Ina perched herself on a lounger. 

Ina cleared her throat, trying to regain at least a little bit of authority over her own voice. “I apologize for the mess, truly,” she began, “It’s-”

“You don’t need to do that with me, you know,” Aliyah interjected, “That whole becoming super formal when you’re apologizing? Please, don’t give me one more wall to have to tear down.” 

For a moment, Ina could only stare at Aliyah in amazement, as if she thought that Aliyah would forget how to read her just like a book in the seven months they’d been apart. She supposed it’d take a little more time of separation for that to happen. 

Ina chuckled slightly. “You’re clever as ever.” 

In different circumstances, that compliment probably would’ve made Aliyah start to blush and giggle like a dork. But her eyes kept going to the broken glass on the floor, and the stains above it. 

“...You threw that, didn’t you?”

“Aliyah, I-”

“Why?” Aliyah turned to Ina, “You don’t… you don’t throw things, Ina. That’s not you, what is this?” She turned and gestured at the mess. 

Ina’s jaw shifted with tension. And she asked quietly, “Why do you think I asked you to come see me?” 

“If you missed me this much, why didn’t you just call?!” Aliyah burst out, frustration boiling over as she shot up off the couch. 

“I already told you! I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me!”

“And I already told you, that I would! I always would!” Aliyah retorted, “I-I don’t get it, you’re the one that said we were breaking up-”

“I said we were taking a break, not-”

“You gave me nothing but silence for seven months Ina, that is a damn breakup,” Aliyah fired back, “And you know I hated it from the moment I stepped out of your office. But I wanted you to be happy, I knew you loved your career more than me and that was fine, and I-”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Ina said quietly, unfolding her arms and kicking away from the chair. 

“Why not? You chose it over me,” Aliyah questioned with a glare. 

“Because look at you, Aliyah!” Ina let out a breath of a laugh, “Your dream, you’re living it now. And clearly happier than you would have been if I stayed in New York.” “You don’t think I’d drop this the moment you said you’d come home?” Neither of them realized it until that moment how close they were standing now. The heat rolling off of them reached the other, teetering between warming and burning. 

Ina’s jaw clenched tightly, her eyes darting around in the depths of Aliyah’s. 

“Would you?”

“Just say the word.” 

Please. 

Ina inhaled deeply. “I… I don’t want to take you away from your dream, Ali. I can’t.” 

“But you called me. You asked to see me. And not just so we could catch up over lunch,” Aliyah said every word with conviction, as if she were in the very depths of Ina’s mind, and had read them all too thoroughly. 

Ina could feel the chinks her armor start to snap, crumbling under the pressure of Aliyah’s knowing gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry…” with her armor, Ina felt her knees buckle. A pair of arms caught her before she could fall to the floor yet again. Ina’s hands sprung to grasp at Aliyah, every inch of her being coming to life as it realized how much it missed her. 

She only knew she was crying when she heard Aliyah start to shush her gently, rocking her back and forth on the floor. 

“It doesn’t make sense. None of it’s made sense,” Ina hiccuped, “All the success, all the achievements. It felt like everything for a moment, and then nothing at all when I remembered you weren’t here with me.” Aliyah squeezed Ina sympathetically, burying her face in her hair and inhaling her woody scent. “I’ve never needed anyone, Ali. But Jesus Christ, I need you. I need to see your smile, I need to wake up every morning and feel you with me, I need the first thing I hear every day to be ‘I love you’, and I need it to come from you.”

Ina pulled away slightly from Aliyah, just enough to look her in the eye. “I know I’m asking a lot of you. But please, take me back. This was a mistake,” she breathed, “Let me work to deserve you again.” 

Aliyah inhaled sharply, her hands reaching up to cup Ina’s face. Ina gripped her forearms tightly, eyes wide with fear and anticipation. 

“No matter how many dumbass mistakes you might make, I’m yours,” Aliyah proclaimed. Her voice was soft, but promising. Ina let out a relieved sigh, pulling Aliyah by her shoulders into a tight embrace. “Let’s go home,” Aliyah whispered into Ina’s shoulder. 

“I’d like that,” Ina nodded, burying her face in Aliyah’s neck, “I really would.”

#ina kingsley #ina x mc #professor kingsley #queen b #aliyah diaz #warning: p a i n

[inlovewithfictionals]

Be True Pt.2 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/n: I half-wrote this a month ago, but then I decided to make it Christmas themed. And so here it is, the part two to I Need You Alive. Another thing, I have 0 experience on “meet the parents” thing so this might not be that realistic :’)

Keys: Y/H/T: Your Hometown, Y/M: Your Mum, Y/D: Your Dad

Genre: Fluff, duh.

Warning(s): Jason is most likely a bit OOC (I’m not so sure where to put the Todd into a family meeting, forgive me.), I didn’t proofread this yet so beware the spelling or grammar mistakes.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 1903

   Snowy road, a small morning light shines, Christmas songs on the radio, a calm and comfortable silence between Y/N and Jason in the car. At least for Y/N. Jason on the other hand, he’s nervous.

   The two are on the way to Y/N’s parents’ house. They had planned this a few months back, but due to Jason being Red Hood and needing to help the Batfam, they had to hold it back. And finally, here they are. On the way to Y/H/T for Christmas. And Jason as I said earlier is nervous.

   His body is a little tense, hands gripping the steering wheel, traces of worry on his face. It wasn’t until he let out an audible sigh when Y/N notices that her boyfriend is in distress.

   “Jaybird, what’s wrong?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

   “Huh? Oh nothing.” Jason hesitantly answered.

   Y/N’s brows creased, tilting her head slightly. And then a small smile shows on her face, “Anxious? Nervous again? I thought I already said that my parents likes you?”

   “But I never met them in person. What if the first official impression is bad? They’d change their minds.” He let out another sigh, slowing the car down when he realized that he’s gone a bit too fast on his anxious state.

   After a moment of focusing on the road ahead, he heard Y/N giggles. Jason glanced at her for a while before he turn back to the road. “What? What is it?” He asked.

   “Nothing, it’s just- you’re THE Red Hood, you fight crimes at night like a badass, gone on dangerous missions and such with Batman and the others, and yet here you are afraid of meeting my parents.”

   “I’m not ‘afraid.’ I’m just worried.” He argued.

   Y/N puts her hand that was previously on Jason’s shoulder on her mouth to stop herself from letting out a laugh, which didn’t really work since Jason could still hear her. Nonetheless, he chuckled along with her. “Okay, fine. I’m a little afraid. Just a little.”

   Y/N’s laugh dies down as she shakes her head, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. My parents are chill. Sometimes strict, but they’re nice people. Besides, it’s just for a day. Trust me when I say you’ll be fine, you big dork.” She chuckles, leaning to his side to kiss his cheek and give him a reassuring smile. Jason’s shoulder falls in a relieved manner. He nods slowly, indicating to Y/N that he’s okay now. Well, at least, better than before.

   “Okay. I’m alright. I’m Jason Peter Todd, the second Robin and now Red Hood, and I’m gonna meet your parents and they’re gonna fucking like me!” His voice gets louder and more energetic on each word he says.

   “That’s the fucking spirit, Todd!” Y/N announced.

   Once again, both of them goes on to another laughing session.

   This might not be as bad as I thought, Jason thinks.

. . . .

   They arrived at Y/N’s parents’ house just a few hours later around 11 AM. Given the fact that there was not a lot of traffic jams and the snow is not pouring like that scene from Frozen.

   Jason parked the car and turn down the engines. He takes a deep breath, turning his head to Y/N, who’s taking off her seatbelt and wrapping her neck and half of her face with a scarf.

   “Are you ready?” She asked.

   “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

   With that, they stepped out of the car and walks to the front door. Y/N knocked the door a few times, “Mum, Dad! I’m- we’re home!”

   There are rushing-footsteps sounds coming from inside of the house, followed by a small and cheerful, “It’s them! Coming!”

   The door opens to reveal a friendly looking woman wearing a cream coloured sweater and some comfortable black pants. Her face lights up even brighter when she looked at Y/N and Jason. The woman then rushed to hug Y/N with an enthusiastic laugh.

   “Y/N! You’re here! Oh and merry Christmas, sweetheart!”

   “Merry Christmas to you too, mum. Missed you. Sorry we took so long to visit.” Y/N said hugging her back.

   “Oh it’s fine. I know how busy you are.” Her mum smiled at her. She takes a look at Jason for a second, before she went up to him and hugging him as well. “You must be the guy Y/N is whipped for. She talks a lot about you. That explains why I was eager for you to visit. Also, merry Christmas, Jason!”

   A subtle blush shows on Jason’s face. Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s the fact that Y/N’s mum said that her daughter talks about him to her parents. His tense body slowly ease into her embrace, a smile shows up on his face. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Y/L/N. Sorry for making you wait.”

   “Again, its fine, Jason. All is well here, no worries! And please, call me Y/M. Don’t be so formal.” She smiles at Jason. Even on this cold day, like Y/N’s, Y/M’s smile is capable of warming him. Ah, so that’s where she inherited the personality from.

   “Now come on, brunch is ready!”

   Y/M opens the door wider and made a motion with her hands for Y/N and Jason to come in. They took off their beanies, scarfs, outer jackets, and puts them on the hanger inside, beside the door.

   “Y/D? They’re here!” Y/M announced as she walks to the kitchen with Jason and Y/N trailing behind.

   “Wait! I haven’t put on my sweater!” A male voice replied from the living room.

    Y/N stops her track and peep her head into the living room to see her dad standing up from the couch just after he puts the sweater on. He was wearing a classic green-red-white Christmas themed sweater with little snowmen on it and a pair of dark grey pants.

   “Dad! Merry Christmas!” She made her way to her father’s embrace.

   “Merry Christmas, little one.” Much like her mum, he has a friendly face decorated with a grin. “Is he here?”

   The girl nodded and turns her head towards Jason who was waiting by the entrance. He realized that they were waiting for him, so he took soft but quick steps to them. Y/N grabs his arm and pull it close. Sort of like she’s hugging Jason’s arm.

   “Dad, this is Jason. The one you ‘want to intimidate.’”

   “Nice to meet you, Mr. Y/L/N.” Jason says, putting his right arm for Y/D to shake.

   Y/D completely ignores the hand and sling his arm on Jason’s shoulder as Y/N lets him go. His eyebrows scrunched, looking at Jason like he’s inspecting him to see if he’s a good news or bad news. Once again, Jason feels afraid under his stare. But that feeling was quickly wiped away when Y/D smiles at him and shaking his hand.

   “Just Y/D is okay. Nice to meet you, Jason! Are you treating her right?” He asked, patting him and nods his head to Y/N.

   “I sure hope I am. Y/N, what do you think?”

   “Eh, you’re okay.” She teased.

   Jason fake gasped while Y/D snickered. “How could you say that? After everything we’ve been through!”

   “I’m joking! He’s amazing, dad.” She laughed.

   “Good, as expected then. Now come eat your foods! It’s not staying warm forever you know?” Y/M’s voice called from the living room entrance where Jason was standing before. She was leaning on the frame, with her hands crossed like a mother who’s playfully scolding her 5 year old. Or- olds.

   All of them then went to the kitchen and sit in the dining area. They shared random lighthearted conversations. At times, Y/N’s parents asked Jason about himself which Jason had to answer without telling them about his nighttime persona. In the middle of the whole funny, embarrassing, or adventurous stories they share, Y/N puts her hand on Jason’s thigh and squeeze it lightly to get his attention.

   “See? They like you.” She whispered to him. Jason just gave her a cocky smile, “of course they do.”

   “Bold thing to say for someone who’s afraid to go here a few hours ago.”

   “That was natural reaction, Y/L/N.” He whispered back,

   “Sure. Whatever you say, Red Hood.” She leans closer to his ear and whispered more quietly on the last part so that her parents won’t hear.

   “I swear, if you’re gonna compare the Red Hood me and THIS me again…” Y/N just giggled at him making her parents look at them with fond smiles.

. . . .

   What was supposed to be an hour brunch turned into 3 hours. They got caught into the conversations. Plus, Y/M feels the need to show Jason Y/N’s old pictures to which Jason took pics of and he definitely sends it to Grayson.

   Now Jason and Y/D are sharing hot chocolate in the living room while the girls are in the kitchen tidying things up while chit-chatting happily. Girl things probably…

   Jason stares at Y/N from his seat. As cliché as it sounds, the light coming from the window made her look pretty almost like a scene from a movie. Not that she’s not pretty before, but right now she’s exceptionally pretty. She’s not perfect, physically nor mentally. He knows that. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.  As he smiled at her, she smiled back before continuing her talk with her mum.

   “You really love her, don’t you?” Y/D suddenly asked.

   “I do. I do, sir.” He softly answered making Y/D hum in an accepting manner.

   He hesitated, but Jason Wonder Woman-ed up and leans closer to Y/D just in case the girls could hear him. They might not be able to considering the flow of their girl-talk, but he’s being careful. “Sir, I know this is too soon but I was wondering… Do I have your blessing to take her hand? I’m not going to do it yet in a short time and I know we’re still early in the relationship, but am I good enough for her to you?”

   Y/D’s lips thinned. Right now, he looked seriously intimidating to Jason. He takes a deep breath before looking at the robin again. “To be honest, I don’t think anyone is good enough for Y/N. Not in my eyes at least. She’s precious, gentle, and yet- she’s brave and strong. Complete with flaws but that doesn’t make her any less of a woman. My little princess. The last thing I want is for someone to break her in any way.”

   Jason looked down to his mug, tracing the rim of the mug. His heart fell little by little when he heard those words. Y/D sipped his hot chocolate, looking at the almost empty mug.

   “That being said, be true with her, Jason.”

   Jason’s eyes shot up from the mug up to look at him. “Sir?”

   “You’re enough for her. Hurt her and I’ll hunt you down.” Despite the threat, he still give Jason a fatherly pat on the back and his smile is back. Jason chuckled shakily, nodding his head. “Thank you and don’t worry,” he glances back at Y/N, “I don’t plan on hurting her.”

. . . .

   “You really are her father, aren’t you?” Jason questioned.

   “I am. What’s with the sudden question?” Y/D asked back with a confused smile and one eyebrow raised.

   “It’s just that you can threat someone with a very innocent face. Y/N does that a lot.”

A/n: Have a happy Christmas, everyone! I hope you got what you wanted for Christmas this year.

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Disappear Here - 1/4

A/N: So, I’ve decided to turn this into a little series because I have no sense of brevity, and why not? So here’s part 1, which I hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is welcome! xx

Based on this blurb

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language

MASTERLIST

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

ALTERNATIVE ENDING

SEQUEL

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One Year Ago

You felt your eyes growing heavy as you tried  to follow along to the late night rerun of a telenovela that was currently playing on one of the local channels. It was the only thing that was illuminating the small living room, everything else was bathed in darkness, much like your heart at the moment. You’d been sitting there for some time, ever since you’d gotten home from the embassy, in a vain attempt to keep your mind occupied. If you tried to focus all your energy into trying to keep up with the rapid Spanish, maybe no dark thoughts would impede the light buzz that was flowing through your veins . 

The empty wine bottle on the coffee table was supposed to help aid in your plan to chase away all the negative thoughts there were creeping in at the idea of Javier still being gone. He was supposed to be back today, supposed to be back in the office along with Steve, but neither of them had returned. It had been nothing but radio silence from their end.

Instead, you’d spent the day performing all sorts of menial tasks around the office, waiting for either of your partners to bursting in through the door and announcing their triumphant return. 

But it never came. 

Instead you were only met with silence, the only sounds that met your ears were those of people passing by in the hallway and someone occasionally popping their head in to say hello. Your face lit up every time, thinking maybe you’d get a glimpse of Peña’s smirk or Murphy’s soft smile; instead it was just another coworker whose name you didn’t know, or care to know. 

By midday, you’d gotten the entire shared office space clean and organized, going so far as to even clean the dingy windows, and caught up on paperwork that you’d been avoiding for weeks. 

But even after all that, you still had time to spare.

When you couldn’t take the deafening silence any longer, you stormed out of the much too quiet office and stormed into Ambassador’s Noonan’s office, not even bothering to knock, only throwing the door open as you walked to the front of her desk. She barely lifted her eyes from the papers splayed across her desk as you stood in front her, your arms crossed definitely over your chest. 

“Agent L/N,” it was almost mocking, cold, and you could see she really wasn’t too keen on listening to any problem that you were about to present her with. There were days when you hated her, wishing you could jump over the desk dividing you and wringing sense into her; other days you were glad that she was around, knowing that no matter how harsh and stern she was, she had your backs...more or less.

“Murphy and Peña aren’t back yet,” you didn’t bother to waste time with formalities, deciding to lay the facts on her instead, “they were supposed to be back in the office today. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of them.”

“I’m well aware that they were supposed to be back,” she flicked her eyes up to meet yours for a moment before turning back to her papers, “and just what is the issue?”

“They’re missing!”

“No one is considered missing for at least forty-eight hours,” she explained as you openly groaned. You knew that. But they weren’t just any sort of civilians, they were DEA agents, and more importantly, your partners, your friends, “and they technically still have several hours left in the work day to return before the clock starts ticking.”

“You don’t understand -”

“No, you don’t understand, L/N,” she barked and slammed the papers down on her desk, causing you to jump back in surprise, “this is how things work sometimes. This is a dangerous field, there are risks involved and sometimes you just have to accept that. You have to be all in to do this job, and I expect that even a rookie such as yourself understands that.”

“I-...”

“I get you want to do the right thing and you’re concerned with the welfare of your partners, but you have to learn to get over these types of things,” you were rendered speechless, taking a step back at her harsh words. You knew this was a dangerous job, that going after Escobar was an almost certain deathwish, but you had still agreed to do it, and you still wanted to hold onto some sense of humanity, not just be a cold shell that went through the motions every day. Maybe that was the rookie part of you after all, “perhaps you’d do well to remember that Murphy and Peña are just your partners. Especially Peña; I am not immune to the rumors and follies that float around in this office. And if you can’t remember that, maybe you’d best start looking for another job.”

“With all due respect, Ambassador-”

“This conversation is over,” she didn’t bother to spare a final glance before gathering her papers back together, “come back and see me in a few days if they still aren’t back, and then we’ll take the next steps. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” you struggled to hold back your tears, feeling them prick at the back of your eyes as you rushed out of her office. You knew she was right, at least to a certain extent, but it didn’t make your current predicament any easier. 

At this point you were sure that you couldn’t handle staying in the office any longer, so you grabbed your stuff and headed home, stopping by a corner market to pick up cheap wine to keep you company for the evening. It was better than being stuck all alone with only your thoughts after all; having flashes of Pena and Murphy somehow getting killed was starting to drive you crazy. 

But despite your best efforts, nothing held your attention for long, which was precisely why you had resorted to watching programs in Spanish, trying your best to follow along with what they were saying. Spanish wasn’t your strong suit, you’d grasped the basics and then some, all the slang and curses of course (the latter part mostly thanks to Javier), and could hold a conversation well enough, but it was nothing compared to Javier’s natural fluency. Even if you looked like you might somehow actually belong in Columbia, your accent and lack of comprehension gave you away every time, as you stared at the person with your big wide doe eyes (that little comment was courtesy of Murphy). Javier enjoyed teasing you about it every time. You didn’t mind.

You sighed to yourself as you realized that you might never see him again. Your last interaction with him had hardly been a proper goodbye

“I can’t believe you told that witch to keep me away from this,” you glared at Javier as he started to gather supplies, Murphy closely following behind him. When he didn’t respond, you just shoved his chest, which quickly got his attention. He easily captured your wrists in his large hands and gave you a stern look, “you’re an asshole, Javi. Even Carrillo thinks I can handle myself just find out in the field.”

“I don’t give a shit what Carrillo thinks,” his voice was low, signaling the end of conversation as he released you from his strong grip. You looked over at Murphy, who was busy intently pretending not to be listening to your exchange. He was going to be of no help to you.

“Well I do,” you were just trying to get a rouse out of him; if he wasn’t going to let you come, you might as well annoy him, “Carrillo is a better everything than you could ever wish to be.”

“You think so, huh?” you’d gotten under skin, you could immediately tell by the way the muscles in his shoulders tensed, and the almost growl he adopted. You put your hands on your hips, eyebrow raised as you just nodded at him, “listen here, kid. This is dangerous. You think you know what to expect out there, you think you know what’s it like out there? You haven’t even seen a dead body, have you? You really think you could go out there and handle that?”

“This is my job-”

“You’re still green,” he insisted, “and this is not the time or place for you to suddenly decide to be the hero. I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” you insisted, the way his voice had softened with his last words not lost on you, “I can handle myself.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” he sighed heavily as he exchanged a look with Murphy, “you’re staying here and that is final. And if I hear even the slightest hint of you trying to weasel your way in from anyone else, I’ll have your ass on the first flight back to the States.”

“I’m insufferable?” you threw up your hands in exasperation at him. He was so thick skulled and stubborn sometimes, it drove you up the wall, “what about you, old man? Scared of what will happen if I get there and make you look bad?”

“I have it had it up to here-”

“Will the two of you just shut up already?” Murphy had finally had enough of the two bickering back and forth. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence by any means, no, the two of you were constantly up in arms. Sometimes it was over the who made the better shitty office coffee, his incessant chain smoking, your habit of wearing high heels, his use of informants. Everything. But the two of you were starting to get on his last nerve, which said enough considering that Murphy was a patient man.

“Steve-”

“Just stop arguing and fuck already,” he said and you immediately felt all the blood in your body flow to your face, sure you were just as flushed as you as deep red tomato. You didn’t dare look at Javier for fear of the expression on his face, “or do whatever you need to in order to stop getting at each other’s throats all the time. You’re worse than children.”

“Well, you’re both the worst,” it was the only thing retort you could come with after his little outburst. You kept your back turned to Javier as you stormed out of the storage locks without another word, “have fun or whatever. Don’t get shot, I guess.”

You cringed slightly at the memory, wishing it had gone slightly smoother than that. You seriously hoped that wasn’t the last interaction you’d have with either of them, especially Javier. You didn’t know what you would do if that was the last time you’d gotten to see him. 

But you pushed the memories to the back of your mind as you  felt the sweet lull of slumber finally start to win over, a loud, booming knock came at your door causing you to jump and almost fall off of the couch. You sighed heavily before collecting yourself and pausing to glance at the clock on the wall. It was nearing two in the morning - no one in their right mind should have been at your door. Your first thought was that it was someone coming after you, someone that had decided they had a vendetta against you, coming to make you pay for your sins. 

Instinctively, you moved to the kitchen and grabbed your gun, holding it in front of you as you headed towards the door, alarmed by another loud knock. Putting your hand on the knob, you swallowed the lump that had worked its way into your throat. You were suddenly wide awake as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. After mentally counting to five, you yanked the door open, gun cocked and aimed at whoever had decided to come after you, ready to pull the trigger and stand your ground. Maybe you were green, but you were confident in the fact that you could hold your own if you suddenly had to.

Instead of an enemy, you found yourself face to face with none other than Javier Peña.

“Javi,” his nickname rolled off your lips in a quiet whisper as you met his warm brown eyes, your own already stinging and on the verge of spilling over with tears. You felt like you could breathe again, waves of relief crashing down on you as you realized he was alive. But at a price. He looked tired, very tired, and worn out, his hair a mess and his clothes looking in need of a wash, much like the rest of his sweaty body. But he was alive, and that was the operative fact, and the only fact you cared about in that moment.

“Were you going to shoot me, kid?” he asked, his deep velvety voice reached your ears and causing your stomach to flutter slightly. He looked between you and your still outstretched hand before grabbing the gun, removing the cartridge of bullets, and tossing it to the side where it clanged to the ground with a loud metallic clang. He studied you silently, almost in a challenging way, trying to see which one of you would break down first. He was the one that had showed up on your doorstep after all.

But it wasn’t going to be you because you weren’t able to find any words. Instead you were frozen in time, your body humming with content as you realized that all of your worry had been for nothing. He was okay, he was alive, and he was currently mere inches away from you; you could feel his body heat radiating onto yours, his natural musk invading every bit of your senses. 

You had missed him more than you thought, for reasons that were known to you, but you would never speak out loud. You didn’t want to hear the words ever come out of your mouth because that would mean that they were true, that your feelings for Javi were more than just those of friends and partners. That your feelings were those that made it seem like he was the reason for all the glittering stars in the night sky, that he was your morning sunshine after a dark night of rain.

But Javier didn’t need you to say anything.

It all happened fast; so fast that you didn’t even have a chance to process what was going on before he put his hands on either side of your face and crashing his lips onto yours. It was needy, fast, bruising, and everything you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for. After reality hit you like a train,  you responded by throwing your arms around his neck, carding a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck as  his rough hands found your waist, his fingers quickly finding their way under the hem of your shirt and brushing along the soft skin.

It was hard and fast, the two of you expressing your desires without the use of words, only pulling apart when you needed a breath of air. You looked up at him and found him staring back at you, his eyes expressing an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It was intense, frightening, and most of all hungry. He was the hunter and you were his prey. 

“Y/N,” Javi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he kissed you a few more times, eventually finding your jaw and working his way down your neck. It took everything in your power not to moan out loud at his touch, at the feel of his lips on your delicate flesh, and you bit your lip as you kept your arms around his neck. But before you could let it go any further, something snapped inside you and you came to your senses and put your hands on his chest, a silent plea for him to stop. As much as you wanted him to continue, to somehow have it end up in your bedroom, with you under him as he gave you what you had been desperately wanting, you knew you shouldn’t. He was your partner, your friend, and on top of all of that, he was older and he had a reputation. 

It was a reputation he had earned for a reason, and that was enough for you to stop whatever might transpire before it got any further. 

“Javi,” you said as he pulled back from you, looking at you with concern written all over his face. You shook your head and took a step back from him, already saddened by the loss of his body against yours, “we...we shouldn’t do this. We can’t do this.”

You pointed between your bodies, biting your lip in a way that drove him crazy, not that he would ever admit that, and sighed. Sometimes your rationalism got the best of you, and you wished you could just throw it out the window. How you wished you could just have him then and there, to feel him all over your body.

“Why?” he asked quietly as he put a hand on your cheek before ghosting his fingers over the contours of your face, and he wondered, momentarily, why he’d waited so long to touch your soft skin.  Part if you wished you had let him continue, but the rational part of your brain told you that you’d done the right thing, “I thought...we...that there was something there? Between us.”

“We can’t,” you just repeated softly, “we’re friends...partners...this can only end in two ways, and neither of them are good.”

“Give me a good reason. Just one good reason,” he insisted and you knew he had a valid point, but you also both knew what you were trying to say, “tell me you don’t want this. Tell me I’ve been wrong in thinking that there was something between us this whole time. Tell me I’m wrong. And if you don’t want this, it stops here and I’ll walk away.

You looked at him silently for a few moments, his eyes pleading with yours, rendering you  unable to form a coherent thought; you wanted to tell him that he was right, but all you could see was looming heartbreak on the horizon, and you weren’t about to willingly put yourself through torture for nothing. Not with him or anyone else. 

Every other relationship you had had blown up into a million pieces in front of your very eyes. You weren’t able to subject yourself to that again, no matter how much you longed for him, no matter how many nights you spent alone in bed, thinking of him, wishing he was there with you. You finally, painstakingly, met his eyes, giving him a small grimace before shrugging your shoulders, “I...I don’t want this.”

A lie. A bold lie you both could easily see through. 

“Okay,” he took a step back, shaking his head at you as he tried to keep himself in check. He wanted to yell, to scream, to cry, something - anything. But instead, he moved silently towards the door, stepping through it without so much as another look at you, slamming it shut behind him. You winced slightly at the loud sound before slumping back down onto the couch. You gave the wine bottle a pathetic look, wishing you had more so you could block the events that had just transpired. 

Either you had just made the wisest decision of all, or you had possibly made the biggest mistake. 

It was a fine line between the two. 

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Chapter Three: “Shock and Drop” part 5

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Arcee changes back into her bipedal form, gripping the railway lever and pulling as hard as she could. The tracks fidgeted with each pull, but wouldn’t change. She grit her teeth and gave another hard pull.

S N A P!

The lever broke off.

“SCRAP!” She yelled, throwing the lever aside. She would have to change the tracks manually.

She places herself down on the railway, attempting to push the track in place with her legs. The blue femme grunted, giving it everything she had while keeping an eye on the quickly approaching train. She growled, giving a hard kick.

CLICK!

The track FINALLY snapped into place. Arcee jumped off the tracks just in time for the train to pass her by. She sighed in relief, propping herself up with arm.

The scream of the insecticon immediately sent her back on the alert. She barely jumped out of the way in time, narrowly avoiding the beast crashing into her.

The tracks below her sparked with electricity. She looked down and smiled, forming a plan. She jumped to the opposite side of the platform as the injured insecticon. With its wing broken, it wouldn’t be able to fly to her.

“Come to mama...” She muttered as the beast stood back up. It slowly approached her before transforming to its bipedal mode and charging at her.

The blue femme leaked out of the way with a frown. Guess these things aren’t as dumb as they look. She shot at the beast, trying to lead it over the tracks.

She put some distance between her and the bug, standing over the electrical track. She continued to fire at it, silently praying it would take the bait.

The grotesque creature screamed, leaping forward towards her. Arcee leaped our of the way, letting it crash face first into the track.

The insecticon screamed, this time in agony, from the shock going through its body.

“Shock and Drop.” Arcee smirked as the beast went silent. “Thank Primus Knockout didn’t hear that. He’d never let me hear the end of it.” She sighed.

Speaking of Knockout, he had FINALLY gained up on Nightshade. The former Decepticon grabbed her ankles, tripping her. She hit the tracks with a thud, dropping the relic.

“HIJO DE PUTA!” She screamed, kicking him in the face.

“OW! WATCH THE FINISH!” He yelled back.

The two cybertronians stood up, rushing towards the relic and trying to shove eachother away. Knockout jumped forward and snatched the relic, gripping it tightly in his claws.

“Aww, trying to get a present for your girlfriend?” The seeker taunted, tackling Knockout.

“Jealous much?” He retorted, punching her in the face.

“GAHH! Is that anyway to treat a lady?!” She snarled.

“Since when were you a lady?”

Nightshade shrieked, grabbing his legs and pulling him towards her. “I’ll show YOU how much of a lady I can be!”

The red mech grunted, his grip on the relic loosening. In a ln act of desperation, he tossed it behind him. With his hands now free, he switched to his saw blade and slashed at her visor.

The femme gasped, letting go and stumbling back. “FOLLANDO CULO! Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is to replace that?!” She three the shattered pieces of her visor aside, her red optics burning with hate.

“You scratch my paint, I scratch yours.” He chuckled. Knockout went to grab the relic, but it instead latched onto his arm. “What in the world?”

“WATCH OUT!”

“KNOCKOUT!”

The medic turned around at hearing the human children’s voices, only to watch their train pass right threw him.

“I...I think I just leaked a little transmission fluid...” He mumbled, standing in shock.

His thoughts were interrupted by Nightshade’s screams of agony as the train ran her over. Her armor was so horribly scratched that Knockout almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

The seeker desperately grabbed onto the rails, bringing the train to halt as she passed out.

“Knockout!” Miko jumped out of the train, turning to the red mech.

“Are you alright?” He leaned down to her.

“DUDE!” She excitedly exclaimed. “That was AWESOME!”

“Oh...well, that doesn’t answer my question, but thank you.” He chuckled.

Arcee rolled up behind him, transforming and standing by his side. “Looks like I missed all the action.”

“Considering there isn’t an overgrown insect at your heels, I’m sure you experienced plenty of action of your own.” Knockout teased, smiling at his team mate.

“How did you not get mashed?!” Jack exclaimed, gesturing to the unconscious Decepticon on the tracks.

“An excellent question, Jack. I’m not so sure myself.” Knockout looked over the relic on his arm.

“Phase shifter.” Arcee spoke up, phasinimg her arm through Knockout’s shoulder. “Handy when you need to pass through solid objects. Or vice versa.”

Knockout passes his hand through his own arm, completely amazed. “Trippy.” He remarked, stomping his foot on the ground. “AND intuitive! Proper grounding ensures it’s user won’t phase through the ground.” He smiled. “I’m keeping this, this is mine now.”

“Knockout, you can’t keep it.” Arcee put her hands on her hips, trying to hide her smile.

“Yes I can. I’m calling dibs on it.” He smiled back at her. “Dibs. Now it’s mine.” He said proudly, taking off the Pase Shifter to poke her forehead.

“NO ITS MINE!” The Decepticon femme screeched, wearily standing back up and pushing the train towards them. “HAND IT OVER NOW!”

“Sorry, I already called dibs.” Knockout calmly placed a hand on the train to bring it to a soft stop.

Arcee brought her guns up at the exhausted seeker, who grunted in response.

“Fine! You win this round! But you haven’t seen the last of me!” Nightshade shrieked, turning and running away from the group.

They watched her run away, only for Jack to break the silence with a sigh.

“He knows.” He told his Autobot partner. “Do we have to take him with us?”

“To the mothership?!” Vogel said nervously.

“I think I have a work around...” Miko said with a smile, pulling out her phone and dialing Agent Fowler.

“Clever girl.” Knockout hummed.

Miko explained the situation to Fowler before handing the phone to Vogel.

“Mr. Vogel,” Fowler sighed. “This is special Agent William Fowler of the United States Government. You are hereby deputized as an honorary agent of the Department of...um...Interstellar relations!”

A look of pride came over the construction worker’s face.

“Thank you, sir.” He spoke in a formal manner, handing the phone back to Miko. “So...you folks will be in touch?”

“Absa-freakin-lutley!” Miko smiled.

“Ah ah!” Arcee interjected. “But until then, we need to maintain complete radio silence.”

“It’s been an honor.” Vogel saluted her.

Arcee looked to Knockout. He gave a shrug and the pair saluted back before walking away with the kids.

“Good call, “Face”.” Jack teased.

“I understand big city people!” Miko said proudly. “...that spend WAAAY too much time below ground.” She added.

“One relic down, three to go.” Arcee turned to Knockout. “Let’s hope the others are having similar results.”

The two Autobots transformed, allowing their human companions a ride as they sped off.

((And that’s the end of Chapter 3! Thanks for reading. ❤️

#transformers prime #tfp #autobot knockout fanfic #maccadam #transformers oc #tfp fanfic #tfp knockout #tfp arcee #tfp jack #tfp miko

[waywardaardvark79]

Check Yes or No Part 7: The Other Shoe

Summary: You've been best friends with Dean Winchester since childhood. When you finally realize what's been in front of you this entire time will secrets threaten to destroy what you have before it really even begins.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, angst

 3 weeks later       Dean turned his phone over in his hand, his finger hovering over her contact information. It had been three weeks, and he hadn't heard a single thing from Lisa. It had gone from near constant calls and texts to radio silence.  He honestly didn't know which was worse, the constant contact or the fact that she had dropped a bomb on him, and seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. 

He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. Everything was going so great with you. He had actually convinced his parents to have a small party and took you out to lunch with them a couple of weeks ago. They were both absolutely thrilled that you two were finally together. In fact, you were currently with his mom making some last minute adjustments to the menu for the party that was only a week away. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He told himself that everything was going to be fine, and sent up a silent prayer to whoever was listening that the other shoe wouldn't drop.

          Dean got out of his car and walked into the garage. He had meant to pick himself up something for lunch, but after sitting in his car contemplating on whether or not to contact Lisa, he had wasted his entire lunch break.

 He walked by Benny and gave him a slight nod. Things were still tense between the two of them after the words they shared a few weeks ago, and neither one of them really knew what to say to the other. They continued to dance around each other and walk on eggshells, really only talking about work. Benny called over his shoulder, "Don't take anything else on. Garth said we had a call asking if you were here today. You've been requested, said they only wanted you doin' the work." he said. 

 Dean stopped in his tracks, "Who was it?" he asked. 

Benny shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't take the call." he said. 

Dean nodded in reply and tried to busy himself as he felt a familiar pit in his stomach. 

        You had just finished going over the menu with Mary, and promised her that you and Dean would come over for dinner later. Mary had stepped in and started helping you around the shop, along with the other person you had hired, until Charlie was back on her feet. 

It was Saturday, and after the morning rush, you quickly cleaned up and closed early. You decided to drop by the garage on your way home to drop Dean off some lunch, and tell him that you were expected at his parents' for dinner. You stopped by the local burger joint, and made your way to the garage. 

       You pulled up outside to see Benny standing out front talking with a customer. Benny had distanced himself from you over the last few weeks, and you didn't understand why. He no longer came into the shop for coffee. He would usually just send someone else from the garage to pick up his order. When he was forced to be in your presence he wasn't his normal flirty, easy going self. He didn't start conversation with you, and only spoke to you if you directly asked him a question. 

You grabbed the bag of food from your passenger seat, got out and slammed your door. You marched towards Benny, dead set on finding out exactly what his problem was. 

       You stopped a few feet from him to let him finish his conversation with the customer he was talking to. After the man had walked away you took a few steps forward, "Y/N." he greeted.

 "He speaks. I thought you may have forgotten how to." you said. Benny looked down at the ground. "Listen, if I did something to piss you off I would really appreciate it if you would just tell me instead of pretending I don't exist. I kinda had this funny idea that we were friends, but the last few weeks it seems like you can't stand to be in the same room with me." You were hit with silence. Benny kept his focus on the ground. You sighed, "Well, whatever I did, I'm sorry. If you are ever ready to talk, you know where to find me." you said. 

You started to step around him, and head into the garage when he reached out and grabbed your wrist. "I'm sorry, sugar. It's, uh, it's nothing that you did. I've just got a lot going on, and...." he quietly trailed off. 

You stood there for a moment looking at him. He looked completely torn, "Anything I can do to help?" you asked. He gave you a barely there smile and shook his head. "Don't be a stranger, ok. The shop has taken a real hit without you stopping by all the time, and I may kinda miss you. " you teased. 

He pulled you into a hug, and placed a kiss on top of your head, "Me too, sugar." he said. 

 You pulled back and held up the bag of food, "Better get this inside before it gets cold." you said. Benny released his hold on you, and you turned to walk inside.  

        Dean was standing over the hood of a car, pointing something out to one of the guys, when you came into his line of sight.  He smiled brightly, and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy with Mom." he said. 

You held up the bag of food, "Thought you might be hungry." you said.

 "Starving." he said as he took the bag from you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. He motioned for you to follow him, and yelled over to Garth, "I'll be in the break room. Let me know when that appointment shows up." he said. 

You followed him into the small break room and sat across from him at the table. He tore into the bag, and moaned when he pulled out the burger. You giggled, "Easy there, big boy."  you said. He took a huge bite, and moaned around it. You studied him for a moment, "Never thought I'd be jealous of a burger. I think you might love that burger more than you do me. Let me know if you need me to leave the room." you said as you motioned towards the door. 

He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, then smiled as best as he could with his mouth full of burger. He swallowed as quickly as he could, "You know you're number one." he said. 

You shrugged your shoulders and tapped your fingers on the table before leaning over, "Maybe I can see if I can get you to make those noises later." you said. 

 He groaned low and deep in his throat, "You're killin' me." he said. 

You smirked and shot him a wink, "Oh, before I forget. We are supposed to have dinner with your parents tonight." you said. 

Dean grabbed a napkin and wiped at his mouth, "Seriously?" he asked. 

You nodded, "What's the big deal?" you asked. 

 "I kinda had something else that we could do in mind." he said. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Dean held up his hands in defense, "Hey, you started it." he said. 

"And I intend on finishing it......after we have dinner with your parents. I already told your mom we would be there." you said. 

 Before he could reply Garth knocked on the door frame, "Appointments here." he said.

Dean picked his burger back up, "Be out in a minute." 

      You followed Dean back into the main room of the garage. He pulled you to him, placed his finger under your chin and lifted it, "I'll meet you at your place as soon as I'm done here." he said. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaned up on your toes, and kissed him. You felt his tongue run across your bottom lip and just as you started to open your mouth to deepen the kiss someone cleared their throat behind him.

 "I believe I had an appointment." she said. 

You felt Dean's full body tense. He slowly turned, keeping you partially behind him , his arm wrapping back and his hand splayed on your lower back. "Be right with you, ma'am."  he said. 

You poked your head around his shoulder to see Lisa standing there. She took a few steps forward, "Ma'am is a little formal don't ya think? I mean, I'm pretty sure we are way passed formal." Lisa said. 

Dean glanced over and saw Benny leaning against the counter and silently pleaded with him to get you out of there. You watched as Benny stepped towards you, "Hey sugar, why don't you and me go down to the shop? You owe me a few weeks worth of sweets." Benny said as he closed his hand around your arm and tried to gently lead you away. 

You jerked free, "I think I'm fine right here." you said. 

 You looked up at Dean, complete sorrow and dread etched on his face. "Y/N, please just let me explain." he started. 

You took a couple of steps backward, "Explain what?" Lisa scoffed, "Oh, she doesn't know." she said. 

You felt your mind begin to spin, trying to figure out what she could possibly be talking about. Dean took a few steps toward you, his hands held in front of him as though he were approaching a wounded animal. "What's she talking about?" you whispered.

"Sweetheart, you got to listen to me." Dean said. 

"What's she talking about, Dean?" you asked again your voice a little louder this time. 

You glanced around the room. Everyone was trying their best to pretend they weren't there. You looked back at Dean, tears  beginning to brim around his eyes, "I'm not going to ask you again. What the hell is she talking about?" you asked.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Lisa move forward, her hand in her bag. Everything started to move in slow motion as you watched her pull out a small black and white image and shove it against his chest. 

Your brain was screaming at you what it was, but you still couldn't register it. "Just thought you might want to see, Daddy." she sneered. 

You watched the color drain from Dean's face as he looked down at the ultrasound. "Sh...sh...she's pregnant?" you stuttered out. 

Dean's hand came up to clamp over his mouth, but he remained silent. You quickly closed the gap between the two of you, taking both of your hands and shoving them into his chest, pushing him backwards a little. "She's fucking pregnant!!" you yelled out. 

You watched as a few tears streaked down his face. "I want to hear you fucking say it. Is it yours?" you asked. 

He reached his hand out for you, but let it drop when you jerked back. "Yes." he choked out. 

The room started to spin as you were hit with an overwhelming amount of emotions.  You watched as Benny headed towards Lisa, "I think you better get outta here."  he said. 

He started to lead her out, but you stopped him. You looked at Dean and stated in a calm, cold tone, "Let her stay, Benny. They obviously have a lot to talk about."  you said. 

Dean's mouth opened and closed a few times like he was desperately searching for the words to say. You pushed by everyone and headed towards the door, turning once you got there, "Call your mom and tell her I won't be at dinner." you stated in an almost robotic tone. You didn't stay to let him reply or to see anyone's reactions. You steeled your shoulders and marched towards your car.

       Dean watched as you walked to your car and climbed in. He saw you sit behind the wheel for a moment, staring blankly ahead, before quickly peeling out of the parking lot.

 Every fiber of his being urged him to run after you. He had to catch up to you and explain everything. He found his body slowly inching towards the door when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. He saw Benny standing next to him, "I gotta go....I....she..."  he trailed off. 

Benny just cocked his head to the side and motioned to Lisa standing behind them. "One thing at a time, brother."  Benny said. 

Dean turned to see Lisa standing there with a proud smile on her face. There it was, the other fucking shoe, and boy, did it fucking drop.

#supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader insert #dean #spn fic #spn

[toolatetofall]

The Beginning: One

An exploration of the relationship between Commander John Shepard and his XO, Commander Jane Sheppard, during the first game of the Mass Effect trilogy. Slow burn. From not-quite friends to not-quite lovers. Subsequent projects covering Mass Effect 2 and 3 are planned.

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One. Jane joins the Normandy, and they’re off to a rocky start.

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She appears out of the blue in the Alliance docking bay, duffle bag thrown over her shoulder and a grin splitting her face. For a moment, John wonders if he’s hallucinating, but then- “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the first human spectre.” That voice-that familiar, teasing lilt, stops him short.”And the trend of John Shepard being a big fucking hero continues.”

“Jane?” Her amusement at his shock is evident.

Her smirk grows as he stutter-steps towards her and she closes the gap between them. Her hand is warm as it grasps his and squeezes, slipping away before he can even begin to respond. “Been awhile, huh?”

“No kidding.” John almost laughs from the comment’s absurdity of the entire situation. Almost. It’s been nearly five years. He hasn’t seen her in person since Akuze, the memorial, since Tommy’s funeral. He’d tried to reach out for a few months after, but he’d only gotten radio silence in return. Her showing up now, like nothing ever happened, is downright bizarre. “What’re you doing here?”

If she’s offended by John’s candor, Jane doesn’t show it. “Anderson pinged me last night. I’ve been reassigned to Normandy, effective immediately. I guess he knew he was about to lose his XO to the spectres.”

John can’t help but find the idea of leaving the Normandy painful, which is odd since he’d only been on board for a single mission, not even a whole tour. It’s the crew, he thinks, Good ships and crews are hard to find. While he’s certain that whatever Anderson and Udina are going to provide will be great, it’s hard to think about leaving the Normandy behind.

Jane seems to sense his shift because she changes gears. “Congrats, by the way. About the whole spectre thing. I read the reports, clearly a lot’s been happening.”

It’s been six years. Of course a lot has happened. John don’t say that though. Instead, he manages, “which reports?”

“Eden Prime. A little about Saren, but mostly the stuff about the beacon. Probably just to know what I'm about to step in. Sounded rough.”

Another understatement. “That beacon almost killed me.” He’s surprised Anderson gave her access to the reports. How’s the Normandy going to follow up? “Doc said it was close.”

“That’s not surprising.” She gives a huff of laughter. “You’ve always been lucky.” John gives her a look, not quite sure that's what anyone sane would call it. “Where you headed? I’m supposed to meet Anderson at D24. Maybe I’ll get to scope out your new ship on the way.”

Behind him, his squad shifts and he’s reminded of their presence. Not sure how he could've forgotten. “We’re supposed to meet him too.” She gives a slight smile as her eyes scan his companions and they scan her in return.

“I’m Jane Sheppard, nice to meet you.”

“Shepard? ” Ashley asks, glancing between the two of you. The two used to get asked that constantly. It’s familiarity is unsettling.

Jane laughs, easily waving her off. “Sheppard with two ‘p’s. It’s even more confusing when you realize we have the same rank. I’m not related to your leader, promise.” She glances at Ashley’s uniform. “Gunnery chief…”

“Williams. Ashely Williams.” Ashley actually cracks a smile, seemingly appreciating Jane’s lack of formality. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Lieutenant Alenko.” Kaidan snaps off a salute, causing Ashley to roll her eyes.

“Slow down, Lieutenant,” Jane chuckles, “No need for that.” She’s smiling, but there’s a stiffness in her shoulders; she’s a little annoyed and exhausted. She never did have patience for standing on ceremony.

“A few others have elected to join me. They’re gathering their things. They’re meeting me in the docking bay. I was just heading there to meet Anderson.”

“Great, I’ll join you.”

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“Good, you’re both here,” Anderson nods. He turns to John, his face grim. Jane falls into parade stance behind the commander. “If you’re going to go after Saren, you’re going to need a good crew and ship.”

John’s stance straightens as he glances back at Ashley and Kaidan and their approaching alien companions. “I already have a good team.” The pride in his voice is subtle but undeniable.

Anderson nods. “Then you can have my ship. And the operational crew that comes with it.” John looks shocked. Jane glances between the two men, the barest hint of a frown on her blank face.

“Sir? The Normandy?”

The captain nods again, eyes flickering with an odd mixture of pride and disappointment. “She’s a good ship. Quick and quiet. Perfect for a council spectre, and I- it’s time for me to retire.”

“Is this your decision, sir?” Jane speaks up before she can stop herself, voice too-hard, righteous indignation already burning in her eyes. Anderson has clearly worked with her before because he doesn’t flinch at her tone. Instead he gives a tight smile.

“It’s best I step aside. Saren and I have a history, and Shepard is the best person to gather evidence for the council.” A beat passes, heavy with questions unsaid. Jane shifts her duffle bag, still on her shoulder.

“So where do we start?” Shepard glances at Jane, already comfortably grouping herself in with the squad.

“Matriarch Benezia, I didn’t recognize her voice but I know who she is. She has a daughter, Liara T'Soni. Specializes in prothean culture and technologies. I’ll find her location and forward it onto you. It’s as good a place to start as any.”

John snaps off a salute. “Yes sir. I won’t let you down.” His remark earns a tired smile from Anderson and an eye roll from Jane.

“Apprehend Saren. Stop the Geth. Find the Conduit. And if the Reapers actually exist, God help us all.”

The squad nods at Anderson’s statement, then departs, boarding the Normandy with the indefinable feeling of certainty, destiny coming closer.

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Jane’s sitting at a table in the mess, a report in her hand and coffee at her elbow, when John’s voice comes over the intercom.

“This is Commander Shepard speaking.” Still weird. “We have our orders. Find Saren before he finds the Conduit. I won’t lie to you crew. This mission isn’t going to be easy.” A pause. “For too long, our species has stood apart from the others. Now it’s time for us to step up and do our part for the rest of the galaxy! Time to show them what humans are made of.” Jane rolls her eyes as he continues. “When we go into the Traverse, Saren’s followers will be waiting for us. But we’ll be ready for them, too. Humanity needs to do this. Not just for our own sake, but for the sake of every other species living in Citadel Space. Saren must be stopped, and I promise you all...We will stop him.”

It’s only about ten minutes later when Shepard moves through the mess hall.

“Quite the speech,” she hums, stopping him in his tracks. John glances at her then approaches, almost reluctantly, and sinks into a chair across from her. “Very military-pep-talky.”

John doesn’t rise to the barb. Instead he scratches his buzzed head, looking uncertain. “So. You’re here.”

Jane looks annoyed, and sets down her data pad, meeting his eyes. “I am.”

“It’s been a while.”

A groan. “Just say what you want to say, John.”

Shepard fidgets under her gaze. She’s always been too direct for him. “I’m just surprised to see you, I guess. I haven’t seen you since-“

“Stop.”

“- Tommy’s funeral.”

Jane lets out a sigh, and he suddenly notes the shadows beneath her eyes, the way she’s slumped in the chair.

“Look. I’m sure this isn’t how either of us saw meeting again-”

“That’s an understatement,” he mutters, earning him a glare.

“-but I’m not interested in dredging up the past, okay? I’m not here to visit. Anderson brought me on to be your second.”

“Why though?” He blurts.

Jane hesitates. “I assume because we’ve worked well together in the past.” It’s evident from the look at John’s face that this answer doesn’t satisfy him. She responds with annoyance. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him. Does it really matter? We’ll have opposite shifts, and you can send me on missions that you don’t want to deal with. It’s not like I don’t know how to lead.”

He nods because of what she expects, but all he can see are the solemn faces of her squad, the headline from Torfan running along beneath them.

Sheppard nods definitively, as if this is the end of the conversation, and returns to her data pad. There’s nothing he can do now except get up.

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Subject: Normandy XO

Captain Anderson,

I am requesting clarification for the appointment of Lieutenant Commander Jane Sheppard to the SSV Normandy. While I’m certain Sheppard will perform her duties admirably, I cannot help but feel that her talents may be of better use elsewhere.

Respectfully,

Lieutenant Commander John Shepard

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Subject: Re: Normandy XO

Shepard,

Give it time. Just trust me.

Anderson

#Commander Shepard #female shepard #Male Shepard #multiple shepards #mass effect #shepshep #fanfiction

[baelllamyblake]

RED QUEEN ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Pairing : Bellamy Blake X Reader

Word Count : 2,995

Warnings : the 100 season 5 spoilers, blood mention, nothin too bad

A/N : its been a hot minute since I've wrote a fanfic & i plan to to make this into a multi parter or a series ?? theres no bellamy x reader just yet but I'm hoping to get enough feedback to proceed with a part 2 ! so pleeeease leave some feedback !! i would love it !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO FCK ME UP WID IT<3

Once the night the bunker door locked shut, cutting you off from the home you finally felt comfortable in, the weight of the world sat on your shoulders. The Earth was currently simmering in radiation and those who were truly close to you were residing 254 miles in the sky, hopefully living safely in what’s left of the Ark. Illian died in the Conclave and you couldn’t talk to Bellamy either. Your goodbye was over a radio and you have never wanted to kiss someone so badly than during those last few minutes. Now, you’re stuck in an underground bastion, unable to communicate with anyone on the surface.

You never expected to become the babysitter of 1,200 grounders but you guess the responsibility was assumed when you declared everyone was allowed in the bunker. Hell, if you had known how troublesome trying to unify all the tribes into Wonkru, you would’ve left them outside like Luna planned too if she won the conclave. Yet, you had already said Wonkru was welcome into the bunker and you definitely couldn’t take it back now. You slouched in the chair Jaha once sat in when he first took over the bunker, expelling out a heavy sigh. This was going to be the next six years of your life.

You stared blankly at the papers, blueprints, and documents on the desk in front of you. You wished someone would enter the office, anyone at all, just to break the endless silence. What would Bellamy do if he were here? He probably would’ve laughed at how you were spacing out but he also would’ve stayed quiet just to stare at you a little more. Unfortunately, Bellamy was 254 miles away in the sky, hopefully living safely in what’s left of the Ark. You looked up the concrete ceiling, dreading the fact that you wouldn’t even know if he was looking down on you.

This was going to be a very long six years.

The sound of the doorknob turning instantly shifted your focus to it, a familiar face stepped into the room. He always managed to produce a geniunely warm smile despite everything crumbling around him. You always wanted to know how Kane did it. How he always stayed positive despite everything crumbling to pieces around him.

“ How are you holding up? “ Kane chimed, his grin soon faded into pursed lips. It had been a while since you got a good look at him, his forehead wrinkles deepened a little more and his hair had grown to his shoulders. He deserved a relaxing vacation, trying to save the last fraction of the human race was taking a toll on him. It was taking a toll on everyone, really.

“ As good as any person can be during an apocalypse. “ You jived playfully, attempting to lighten the dreary mood and create a space of fake comfort. Kane breathed out a small chuckle before plopping into a nearby chair, his arms crossed firmly against his chest. Kane’s eyes spoke of a silent sadness as he drifted off in deep thought. “ What are you thinking about? “

“ How far we’ve come, how much we’ve all changed. How much we’ve gone through, how much we’ve lost along the way. “ Kane huffed out, his eyes blinking back into reality. Your mind flashed back to the beginning, all the repressed memories floating along like a raging river. The delinquent’s camp, Trikru, and Mount Weather felt like it happened only yesterday. Where did all the time go?

Never once in all your years of being alive would you have thought to being a leader. You were just looking for that outlet to finally get out from under the floor and out into the open where you were free to do whatever you wanted.

“ It’s best not to dwell on the past. Showing sentiment is weakness. “ You stated bluntly, earning a loud snort out of Kane. “ I don’t recall saying something funny. “

“ Sorry, I’m just realizing how much you’ve changed, Y/N. “ He replied with a grin curling on his lips. Kane’s eyes maintained that weird twinkle, it reminded you of the eyes of a dreamer. They desperately held on to whatever shred of hope of was left, regardless of whatever was happening. “ You’ve grown up, kid. Last time I really got a good look at you, you were a dedicated warrior, simply looking for their place in life. Now, you’re a skilled leader who saved all our asses out of the kindness of your heart when you could’ve chose few or none at all. “

“ Well, let’s be glad that I was in a good mood that day. “ You politely brushed Kane’s reflection of you away with a small smile. The last thing you wanted to do was open old wounds, you already had enough of them to last you more than a lifetime. “ But thank you, I appreciate your kind words. “

“ Alright, I’ll get out of your hair, kid. Just wanted to check up on you. “ Kane spoke contently as he heaved himself off the armchair. Kane could sense that you were beginning to grow uneasy with his presence. He assumed by the slight clenching of your jaw that it was time to leave and attend to other important matters. “ Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. “

You gave a small nod with a tight lipped smile, waving Kane goodbye as he exited through the white glass doors. You let out yet another heavy sigh, leaning back in the desk chair with eyes to the grey concrete ceiling above. You wondered what Bellamy was doing at the moment, was he having fun? Was he thinking of you too? How were the rest doing? You missed him dearly. The distance was going to drive you batshit crazy.

Miller eyed your every move warily, he held his tights fists just under his eyes. You both paced around the room like short-tempered tigers in a cramped cage. Tired of waiting for him to make the first move, you lunged forward to throw a punch only to have it blocked it by Miller’s forearm while recieving a sharp jab to the ribs. You let out a low grunt of pain as you gripped on his forearm, forcefully shoving a knee into his stomach.

You backed off to catch a breather as you watched Miller double over in pain while his hand gripped where you had kneed him. You lifted your shirt to examine your ribs briefly, it was nothing serious, just a red mark where Miller had jabbed you. Dropping the fabric, you shifted your focus back to Miller. “ Great warmup. Ready for the real thing? “

“ Come at me, Y/N. “ Miller grunted roughly as he forced his torso in an upright position. You grabbed two nearby swords, keeping one while you tossed the other to Nathan. He caught it and gave it a small swing to become familiar with its weight. You smirked deviously as you gripped tightly onto its hilt, immediately charging at Miller without notice. Your sword clashed fiercely, swings and slices were dealt left and right.

While maintaining your guard, you kept your eye out for spots of vulnerability. You swung to the left, urging your brawling partner to duck to avoid having his head chopped clean off. As soon as Miller’s back faced you, you rammed your elbow into his spine. The move shoved him face first to the ground, quickly flipping over to recover from his mistake. Your sword was aimed towards his throat, ready to kill in an instant.

“ Y/N. “ A certain voice drowned out the heavy panting of both you and Nathan, followed by a clearing of her throat. You looked towards your mentor, Indra, standing in the doorway. In her arms, she held the formal garments of Heda. Your eyes flickered from the clothes to Indra, jaw clenching slightly. “ The delegates have assembled. “

“ Dressing me up doesn’t fool anyone. “ You stated bluntly, grasping Miller by the hand to help him up on his feet. Indra took a small step towards you, holding out the fabrics in front of you. You rolled your eyes at the outfit, wiping your sweaty forehead with a towel slung over your shoulder.

“ My blood is red and it always will be. “

“ Symbols matter, Y/N. These symbols. “ Indra insisted firmly, the gear Commander Lexa previously wore sat in her outstretched palm. You wanted to scoff and groan in her face. You were the leader of Wonkru now, why weren’t you allowed to do whatever you wanted? Why should you be restricted to the old traditions “ Trust me. The more people connect you to them, the easier it is for you to lead.

You walked towards the conference room, dressed up in the ridiculous outfit Indra persuaded you to wear. You scanned the bustling halls filled with grounders and materials used around the bunker. You were growing anxious for the meeting, dread already growing throughout your chest. It had only been 46 days since Praimfaya and the delegates were already acting like children. Their problems were offen trivial with simple solutions but they often stuck to their beliefs and unwritten laws.

“ Osleya of Wonkru. “ Niylah chimed contently as she bowed respectfully in your presence. You quickly whispered for your friend to stop, the gesture felt absurd to you. It felt like people singing happy birthday to you but constantly, you had no clue what to do. Do you bow to them too? Have them kiss your pinky ring like some mafia don? Well, whatever you had to do, no one has told you how to do it yet.

“ Look at what I found. “ Niylah spoke sweetly, in her hands was The Illiad. You took it from her slender hands, running your fingers along its old spine and weathered pages. Your mind instantly flashed back to memories of Bellamy relaying some of its stories to you whenever you had trouble sleeping. The nightmares always came back but luckily, Bellamy was always there to lull you back to sleep. “ I heard Bellamy would read you the parts about Ancient Rome. “

“ Thank you. “ You replied sincerely after reading a sentence or two from the front page. Niylah observed you carefully, a warm smile on her face. “ We’re sparring tomorrow. Promise? “ 

Niylah hummed in agreement, her eyes towards Indra closely behind you. You nodded small before resuming your walk to the conference room. Gaia waited patiently in the hall, her eyes pointing sharp daggers towards you. You weren’t a nightblood so you weren’t fit to be in the position of Heda. However, the tension between you two wasn’t anything new. You just didn’t really give a shit anymore.

“ Complain to your mother. “

It was just one problem after another before developing into one headache after another. Rations were dwindling by the second, tribes were on edge, and there was just too many people in the bunker. Everyone had been suggesting solutions to the problem but now was not the time. The delegates complained about a bunch of blankets and then the meeting was completely derailed by a miniscule thunking noise. It was presumed to be Clarke banging on the bunker door but you didn’t really care to find out more information.

However, it didn’t matter anymore because there were much bigger things that needed your attention. Like, a group of Skaikru idiots who have decided to lock themselves inside the cafeteria because they think they are top priority among the grounders and deserve all the resources. You almost wanted to throw up because of how ungrateful these people were being. You didn’t want to kill anyone in these six years but some were really testing how thin your patience could get.

Your grip on leadership was sifting through your fingers like a fine sand. The state of the bunker was chaotic as innocent Skaikru members were being massacred left and right, simply for being associated with the guilty. You were flustered with the fact of being unable to do something about it directly. You would have to sneak past grounders to personally deliver Jaha to a couple of generators on a completely different floor.

“ Are you fucking kidding me? “ You cursed to yourself, checking the pulse of each body sprawled out on the ground. You were hoping some had survived but to no avail, the grounders had killed them all. You couldn’t walk a couple meters without stumbling along groups of dead people, people you knew and ended up growing close too. You were enraged, whoever started this was going to suffer the consequences of their crimes.

Becoming even more frustrated, Jaha refused to open the doors to the cafeteria until you had grasped the reins over Wonkru again and understood what it meant to be a leader. He went as far to mention the floating of your mother to make his point clear. No matter how much you hated to admit it, Jaha was right. Within a matter of sentences, he taught you what it was to be a leader over a population. God, even thought Jaha was dying, he always managed to be so wise. You wanted to hate him but you just couldn’t, Jaha made it so hard!

You were Wonkru or the enemy of Wonkru. It was time to choose.

“ It’s over. “ You gritted angrily into the walkie talkie, eyes focused on only the door. You were covered in the enemy’s blood from head to toe. Rebelling grounders decided to attack you after ignoring your decree of either choosing to be apart of Wonkru or become the enemy of the state. If they didn’t become Wonkru, they were immediatly crushed under your authority. The problem must be eliminated if you were going to keep a strong hold on your people as was said by Jaha himself. “ Open the door. “

Blood was splattered along the floors and walls in an almost artistic fashion. You could stare at it in a museum and call it “ thought-provoking. “ You breathed heavily through your nose, your body and mind craved to off the root of the problem but you had other plans. The door locks clicked open and the grounders flooded into the room with whoops and yells, apprehending anyone they could get their hands on. “ I want only the guilty! “

“ There are too many people in this bunker. And if we don’t do something about this, none of us will survive to see the sun, the sky, the ground, and I won’t let that happen. “ You projected you voice loudly so that every grounder may hear you in each corner of the room. Some looked at you in fear, the blood of their own people dried to your skin. The blood of your enemies was your armor and you made sure everyone knew it. Grounders from all the tribes quickly got out of your way as you dominated the ramp with your aura alone. “ Each of you have committed crimes against Wonkru, and the punishment for this is death. “

Immediately, blacklash broke out after your words. Murmurs and whispers scattered amongst your people. Your hands gripped the railings tightly at the complaints yet you held your tongue. After all, you weren’t done explaining. You looked down on at the guilty kneeling before you, finally feeling a sense of power at the sight. Is this what Lexa felt? You loved it.

“ This isn’t the Ark and this isn’t the ground either. There is no ‘ Blood must have blood. ‘’” You continued to speak, your eyes trained on the those who were kneeling but your words were for all in the room. Everyone was silent, waiting in bated breath for your next sentence. “ In Rome, gladiators had the opportunity to fight for their freedom. “

“ And so will you. “ You stated strongly, unsheating your sword and throwing into the middle. You spoke the rules of the mini conclave, all previous thoughts of no one is going to die under your watch were thrown out the window. This was going to solve the overpopulation problem easily. Weed out the weak and only keep the strong and disciplined. “ Win the fight, save your life. “

As soon as the last word of your sentence rolled off your tongue. Kara lunged for the sword and murdered everyone in the circle because her life depended on it. You were satisfied, onlookers watched in horror, including those who knew you closely. The sudden change in attitude was far too much for them to handle. However, this was going to be the Wonkru way so they had to deal with it or be thrown in the ring.

Six years later, the ring had evolved into a modern day Roman colosseum. It was an old form of entertainment for the grounders that happened almost every day. The metal railings that were once there were replaced with metal fences and barbed wire. The ramps were filled with cheering grounders of Wonkru, their fists banging on the fences generated even more noise that echoed down the halls.

A heavy metallic smell soaked permanently into the concrete walls, a seemingly impossible feat made into reality. Blood became the new carpet and wallpaper. Deadly weapons of different sizes were the new home decorations. Only one piece of furniture was in the room: your elaborate throne backlit with a daunting red.

Kane was shoved roughly into the ring, the crowd erupted into jeers and cheers. His shoes waded shallowly in the puddle created by the bloody of his peers. All he could think of was where did everything go wrong? He held his hand over his eyes to avoid being blinded by the floodlights. Kane made eye contact with you looking down upon him like you did with thebvery first of the guilty. You towered over him, countenance void of any emotion. Your guards, advisors, and friends reflected the same energy you emitted.

You were no longer Osleya but a ruthless Blodreina.

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“All you have to do is say the word.” ft Drew Gulak

What Happened Was:You are the manager of Drew’s little ‘stable of chaos’ and until recently, you two were close friends. But the tension arises. And maybe, your advice to him about a romantic thing prompts you to take a closer look as to why he needed that advice in the first place?

Comments make my black soul happy,tbh. Or reblogs or whatever. Just a writer, returning to this whole writing fanfiction thing so I’ll take what I can get.

Words: 1k+ or something, shit.

Fandom: professional wrestling, 205 Live

Pairing: you / drew gulak.

Warnings: it’s too fluffy! I can’t believe that this little drabble thingy came out of my black hearted ass.

/masterlist/ & /tag squad post/ if you want to be added and tagged in things I write. My masterlist is.. Nonexistent right now? Because this is a new blog for me and I’m starting from scratch here..

You rolled your eyes. He was still at it, pouting like a child. He’d been doing it since you’d left the arena almost two hours ago and the silent treatment and the pouting was starting to get on your last nerve. You didn’t like it when he got like this and lately, it seemed like he did it a lot. You two seemed to stay tense around each other, you were picking up on it. So were your friends.

They kept insisting that maybe if you told him how you felt.. Maybe that tension would melt away. Their insistence that he might even return your feelings, that always served for a good laugh or two when you were out with them having drinks lately.

Drew Gulak… Wanting a mess like you?

Nah. An apocalypse was more likely than that.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Drew shifted his gaze to the passenger window, staring out intently. He’d seen you flirting with Baron again and honestly, that just told him he needed to give up on his little crush on you because you obviously had your mind all made up as to what kind of man you preferred.

Before Baron, you’d been dating some other biker looking asshole that he’d seen at the arena a time or two, hitting on anything with a pair of tits.

“Okay, fine.. Forget I asked. But if this is about that chick you were going to ask on a date, maybe if you made a move of some kind, did something to clue her in..” you let the words linger hesitantly and he chuckled, there was a certain marked bitterness to the chuckle that you noticed and you smirked to yourself, reaching out to lower the volume on the radio.

“Thank God. I was getting a little sick of The Rolling Stones.” Drew muttered the words, mostly hoping it’d steer you off track because if you didn’t get off this particular subject soon, he just had this feeling he’d wind up cracking and spilling it all. He cleared his throat and stated again calmly, “I don’t think it’d matter. She obviously has her type.”

“And? People change ‘types’ all the time.” you air quoted the word types and you gave a soft laugh as you shook your head. You’d definitely changed types because a few months ago?

You would never have given Drew Gulak a second glance.

Maybe it was being placed into an angle where you were the manager of his little ‘stable’ as of late.. Maybe that changed it all.

Or maybe, you had the passing thought, it was the night he’d carried you out of the hotel bar and up to your room and he’d seen to you while you slept off the end result of way too much tequila. The way you two had stayed up until almost 3 am, just talking about pretty much everything.. And the way he left you as you fell asleep and he left you wanting so much more than the formal and slightly awkward hug he offered.

“Yeah? Name one person.” Drew challenged you and he waited, wondering who you’d name, parts of him hoping that maybe… ‘Nah.. you can forget that now. She’s still flirting with Baron.’

“Well, technically, Drew.. I have.”

“You have not. Baron isn’t any different than your ex. He’s almost exactly the same, actually..” he grimaced at the harsh tone he’d taken and he quickly offered a quiet and mumbled apology, even if he didn’t mean it. The truth was, he envied Baron.. and all these other jerks like him. Because there was just something about them that you wanted, and he wanted you so bad he could taste it. But he didn’t dare try to force anything, and he felt like if he did try to flirt or anything, he’d only make things awkward between you two.

Ouch, shit.. that stung a little. - The words did make you wince as you took in what he was saying and you eyed him, a brow raised.  - Maybe, Gulak, if you would open your fucking eyes and notice me, wanting you.. Maybe I wouldn’t have to amuse myself with the other guys. - And you almost blurted it out, instead, you took a deep breath and told him calmly, “Regardless.. People change types all the time. Maybe this girl has. Maybe you just need to try harder. You know.. Maybe actually flirt with her, maybe you let her know she’s wanted. You’re an amazing guy, she’s lucky..” and you trailed off, before you said anything too crazy or revealing of your true feelings.

- Why the fuck are you helping him, exactly? You want him.

Drew sat there, considering your words and pondering over what that last little bit meant exactly.. Were you just being nice? Were you hinting at something? No, he thought to himself, it’d be in my best interest not to get my hopes up.. And maybe, he picked up on hints of your own bitterness and hurt and he stared at you for at least three and a half minutes, puzzling out what had to be bothering you in his mind.

Overthinking, as he typically did.

“Everything alright?” he asked the question tentatively and he eyed you, an expectant gaze, awaiting an answer.

“Yeah, it’s good.. I’m good.. Maybe just a little tired or something. I’ve been having an off night.” you did your best to wave off his concern and you crossed your fingers, hoping it worked. Because if he pushed too much, you’d wind up spilling everything. “Think I’ll just get a drink or something when we get to the hotel.”

The GPS’ automated drone cut through a thickening silence and Drew spoke up quietly, just as you were pulling into the hotel parking lot and killing the engine. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe if I tried… But this girl, I’m pretty sure she won’t notice because I’ve been trying for months now. She’s just… I don’t know.”

When he got out, you were left sitting there, thinking about it, feeling jealous over a girl you didn’t even know anything about because Drew was more than a little vague whenever he’d tell you about her.

For some reason, you found yourself thinking back over the past few months.. To all the little things he did, the little things you did in response and the way you two just.. Clicked.

With the exception of the past few weeks, of course.

And it hit you then..

But you tried to shove it out of your head. Because there was no way it was that simple, there was no way possible you were the girl in question… Right?

No, it couldn’t possibly be that simple because if it were, that meant one thing.. All the flirting you’d been doing with Baron and others in an attempt to get his attention was only doing the opposite and making him want to give up.

You had this feeling that you were right though. The churning of your stomach as you found yourself going back over every single little thing he’d done lately, and some of the bigger things that you’d put off to him merely being a friend and being slightly overprotective of you as a result.

The question remained… What did you do now? Did you attempt bringing up your suspicions? No, you thought to yourself, he’d only laugh and tell you that the girl in question was not you..Then things would get insanely awkward and the tension making you two fight as of late? Welp, that would just worsen.

The storm clouds were rolling in and just as you got out of the car and started to jog towards the building, hoping to catch up to him and confront him, the bottom dropped out. When you finally did make it inside, Drew was nowhere to be seen.

“You’ll be sharing your room this time. Otherwise, we’re all booked. And with that storm, this is probably the best you’re going to get tonight.” the desk clerk held out the key card and you took it, still reeling in shock over what you hoped to be true.

The whole ride up to your room, you were almost bouncing because you were so filled with this energy, this desire to do something about the situation itself before it got so fucked that no one could fix it.

DING!

The elevator slid to a stop on the floor your room was on and you stepped off, walking towards the door just as Drew sent you a text.

KEN DOLL.. WITH A BETTER BODY → hey, you get checked in?

KEN DOLL… WITH A BETTER BODY → Look.. about before.. I’m sorry, just forget it.

You were just sliding your key card into the slot, with the door unlocking when the door was opened from the other side and you looked up into the eyes of your best friend Drew, swallowing hard.

“Drew..”

“You told me to do something, to be more obvious..” he muttered the words quietly and before he had a chance to freak out or backpeddle on his obvious attempt, you were pressing against him and he was trying like hell to keep his balance as your luggage hit the floor of the hallway with a soft thud. He realized quickly what was happening just as your lips were latching onto his and you’d raised to tiptoe. He gripped your ass, pulling you up his body, your legs circled his waist as he squeezed and rubbed your ass and you moaned into his mouth breathlessly.

“It was my fault.. I thought maybe if I flirted with the biggest douchebags on the roster you’d play Superman, I.. Didn’t realize that you’d think I actually preferred those assholes.” the kiss broke at your admission and Drew was gaping, breathing heavily, clearly shocked at what you said.

“Wait, what?”

“I thought if I got in over my head, Drew..”

“You were gonna do.. That..”

“I didn’t know what else to do. I’m not good at this, okay?” you laughed softly and he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m not either.”

“I’m cold and wet and tired.. Just take me inside, would you?” you shivered in his arms and as you spoke, your lips grazed right against his neck and he chuckled, swallowing hard as his gaze settled on the thin tee shirt you wore before he met your gaze again.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, princess. All you have to do is say the word.”

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[please-dont-hurt-me]

Who The Hell Is Kevin

Minor warning: there is a crossover because not only is this fluff, angst, but it is also crack. Day 3: Comfort.

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“I’m just so surprised that they wanted me to lecture there.” Bruce said excitedly as he shrugged himself into the formal blazer that Tony had bought for him after one sleepless night watching binge watching Queer eye.  

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” Thor reached over to softly wrap his hand around Bruce’s tie to pull Bruce into a deep, gentle, and loving kiss before he pulled away and smiled. “You are the leading scientist in regard to Gamma radiation and Asgardian specific Xenobiology and Xeno-anthropology. You’re so brilliant and they’re lucky to hear you speak.”

Bruce blushed but rolled his eyes. He leaned back into Thor to meet him halfway for another kiss. “Yeah, but I never thought I would be able to lecture at my old college.”

Thor laughed and tugged on his own formal attire, “That’s true but you never thought Aliens could exist and yet here we are.”

Bruce giggled as he agreed, “Here we are indeed.”

Thor leaned in for another kiss but then Bruce’s phone started ringing in his pocket. Bruce pulled the phone out and jabbed the green button.

“What?” Bruce asked rather harshly, blushing from the interruption.

“Don’t act like that, Mad scientist number 2, you told me to make sure you get out of the door. Also, did you drop Jodie off yet or is Happy just taking his time?”  Tony’s voice rang out of the phone.

Thor and Bruce groaned in unison. They had asked him to do that. But now they were kind of regretting it, though it was good that he had followed through on the promise since they might have not gotten out of the house at all.

“We’re heading out right now.” Bruce blatantly lied into the phone as he wrestled his feet into his dress shoes. “And yes we have, she’s been out of the house for the past five minutes. ”

“Uh-huh, sure you are.” Tony said so blandly and clearly unconvinced. Bruce obviously couldn't see Tony, but he could almost see Tony looking at his well-manicured nails in a sense of boredom.

Bruce ignored it and grabbed his keys from the mantel piece.  “Yeah, yeah. Well, call you later.”

He waved to Thor, mouthing ‘Let’s go’ and Thor nodded.

Tony laughed in Bruce’s ear. “Yeah, Biday nichchhi.”

Bruce huffed in amusement as he opened the door and held it open for his husband, “Bengali?”

Thor passed him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before stealing the keys out of his hand and heading towards the car.

Tony laughed again, "Ever since Hulk cursed at me in Portuguese during the last mission, I needed to figure out what else you could speak.”

Thor beeped open the car and sat in the driver’s seat. Bruce locked the door behind him and smiled. “Have fun with that, Bhalo theko.” Bruce said and then hung up. He hurried himself down the stairs and sat himself in the passenger seat.  

He turned to Thor and smiled at how ... human his husband looked in the formal clothes. Thor usually had a godly air about him with his royal armor and stuff. And while that was attractive, Bruce liked this side as well.

Thor smiled at his approving gaze but looked away to focus on the road.

“Now we take our leave, kjæresten min.” Thor said as he drove out of the driveway and to the road.

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Bruce and Thor rushed into the hall.

They were a bit late. Bruce will admit it. Though there was no way that this was his or Thor’s fault, it was bad traffic and bad parking. In hindsight, they probably should have gotten a lyft or whatever.

But that wasn't important, what was important was finding room 327.

They were in the right hall, Bruce was sure of it, but there were so many goddamn doors. Each one had a different number and some of them shared a classroom.

Bruce was growing impatient. And anxious. His hands were probably growing greener by the second.

“Excuse me, are you Doctor Bruce Banner?” A small voice asked, which led to both Thor and Bruce turning abruptly to see a young latina woman.  

“Yes, I am, and you are?” Bruce asked nervously, Thor grabbed his hand and squeezed his hand.

“I am Professor Alexandria Flores.” The woman smiled sweetly at Bruce before looking at Thor and seemed quite confused when she said, “Kevin what are you doing here? When I asked you if you were coming to the lecture, you said that you were going on a date? And you never told me you knew Doctor Banner.”

Bruce blinked and looked around but there was no one but Bruce, Thor, and the professor. Who was Kevin?

Before Bruce could voice his confusion, Thor step forward and greeted the professor in a very not-Thor kind of way. ” Oh yeah. About that... My date cancelled on me and Bruce here offered me to come to a lecture though I didn’t realize that it was the same event that you invited me to. Sorry ‘bout that.”

That was so put together, Bruce almost believed it. Which was weird because Thor isn't usually this good of a liar, given how he folded whenever Bruce raised an eyebrow at him at the slightest lie of omission or white lie.

Professor Flores waved of Thor’s apology. “It’s no bother Kevin, life happens.”  

Bruce looked back and forth between the two people in front of, equally confused. But Thor patted his shoulder and gave him a face that Bruce assumed to say, ‘we’ll talk later’. “We should go to the lecture hall; can you guide us there?”

“Certainly.” Professor Flores said and led the two of them to a door and into a large lecture hall.

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Bruce finished his presentation less focused than he had been originally. His brain just kept going back to the conversation in the hallway.  

Did she make a mistake between Thor and this Kevin? Was there a clone epidemic? Was there someone who looked like him that was being called something bland like David? Why did Thor respond? Did Thor follow some of the Avenger’s example and get a secret identity?  

Bruce felt his eye twitch with the enormous effort not to look at his Husband. What the fuck, Thor?

Originally, he had a couple more jokes in his presentation and more minutes for questions. But after the hallway incident, he made time for 3 jokes and 3 questions with decent answers, not as short as Bruce would have had if he had less self-control.

He looked at Thor and grabbed his hand, starting to walk out but ended up bumping into professor Flores. He smiled at her and hoped his teeth didn’t looked like a threat display. He had a habit of doing that when he was stressed. “Thank you, Professor, for allowing this to happen but we have to go.”

She smiled kindly at him, so he wasn’t giving her chimpanzee fuck-off face (with green veins courtesy of Hulk). Thank god that wouldn’t be easy to explain to Avengers PR (a.e Tony). “It was a pleasure Doctor Banner. It was nice to see you too, Kevin.”

Before Thor (or Kevin) could answer, Bruce pulled his arm. “Sorry, but there is something we have to get to. He’s got a doctor’s appointment at 9 in the morning and it’s already 8 pm. So, we should go.”

He didn't stay long to see whatever face that Professor Flores made.  

He dragged his very heavy husband to the car and look at him dead in the eye. “We’re going to go home, I’m going to drink a pot of chamomile tea and eat some of the fudge you made, and then you’re going to tell me who on earth is Kevin. Because right now, my bets are either on pod people or clones.”

Thor smiled, “I will.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Bruce groaned and then lightly hit his head on the steering wheel (he didn’t want to accidently honk right now, that would have been embarrassing). He shifted his head to look at Thor from the steering wheel. “Sorry for being weird in there. I just wanted to go home and figure out what’s going on.”

Thor’s eye softened. “Let’s go home and I’ll explain.”

Bruce lifted his head, nodded, and put the keys in the ignition. They start the drive back home in friendly silence until Thor turns on Npr. Bruce lets himself turn over their shared words on the familiar road home, letting them settle halfway there, and chuckling at joke on the radio.  

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But by the time that they’re both back home, Bruce is back to confused and slightly stressed.  

He took a breather like Thor had suggested when they had crossed the threshold. He had sat down in the large comfy couch that Thor had brought home one day. He held his head in his hand and started doing a breathing exercise.

After 20 minutes, he almost felt completely calm and then he heard a scraping sound and looked up to see Thor gently pushing the coffee table in front of him. He looked at the table to find a Hulk sized cup of tea, a pan of fudge, and a (very new) weighted blanket.

He remembered his comment in the car that was soon followed by babble about bets and pod people, and he felt himself melt into the couch. “You remembered.”

“Of course, I remembered.” Thor said softly after he had kissed Bruce’s forehead gently. “Drink this for a little bit. I put some honey in it.”

Bruce smiled while he sipped the not-too-hot tea. He watched his husband walk around the room and do various tasks, like dimming the lights and turning off the radio in the other room. Bruce smiled. His husband. God, he loved saying it and thinking that. His husband. Bruce giggled softly, not even going to deny it.

He just loves Thor so much.

Thor hadn’t always been this... perfect, when dealing with Bruce’s issues. He had become frozen before or tried to hug him. Well at first. When Bruce had explained, he was better. He had learned when to back off and when to comfort. But this, Bruce thought as he took another sip, this was a new development.

Thor sat down on the couch, though he was a foot away from him which was sweet (they had a big couch because they frequently had more than three guests over at a time). “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bruce nodded and took another sip of his tea, setting down the mug for a second, then picking up the weighted blanket and putting it over his shoulder. He picked up the mug again, taking a sip before he said, “Yeah, it would be nice to know what Professor Flores meant when she called you Kevin.”

Thor nodded softly. “I will, but I must warn you: it’s quite a long story.”

Bruce chuckled and shook his head. “Our entire life is just one complicated long story. I’m a radioactive semi-sane scientist with a habit of seeing green instead of red and you’re an alien god who can control the weather.”  

Thor chuffed and tapped the couch three times. I love you. “I know, but I warned you.”

Bruce smiled and tapped back, I love you. “I’m listening, so explain to me why you all of a sudden have a secret identity that neither Shield or your husband, me, know about and give some context into how you know a teacher at my alma mater.”

Thor bit his lip and looked up, probably trying to remember the specifics. “Okay... so you know how you weren’t here because you landed on Sakaar.”

Bruce lifted an eyebrow. “Yes. I’m very aware of this.”

Thor smiled at him and tapped again. “Okay, so before Steve meeting his brother-in-arms and The Avenger’s First Breakup (or whatever in the nine realms that was), I was bored and visited Tony. He made a reference about me being a blond man of steel. I didn't know what that was, but Steve did. So then there was a movie marathon and a lot of comic store raids.”

Bruce looked at Thor in disbelief. “So, you decided to get a secret identity after reading comics and binge watching the Superman movies? ... Even that one with Batman that Tony showed me?”

Thor clenched his teeth in embarrassment. “.... Bruce, it wasn't just that. It sounds very silly now that you say it like that. There’s more to it.”

Bruce laughed. “Sorry. Please explain why you became Clark Kent and how you know the Professor?”

Thor was quiet for a moment before saying, “The secret identity has a lot behind it so you will have to wait for how it ties into present times. But I will get to it in good time, please be patient my love.”

Bruce should not be melting this much; his husband was a health hazard. Bruce’s heart was going to explode. Bruce tried to mask how much that pet name got to him by softly saying, “I’ll try.”

Thor nodded and then continued where he left off before Bruce interrupted him.  

“And I found myself bored. Often. There were missions, but they were few and far between, our teammates were drifting and starting to lose contact with me, Jane was busy with getting a new grant and I had been explicitly instructed not to distract her, Daryll told me to leave after five months, and I was an irresponsible prince who was avoiding Asgard and my father. So, I tried asking Tony if he knew anything that I could distract me with. He was busy in his lab like he was after Ultron, so Pepper told me to act human and get a job.”

Bruce nodded, “And that’s where the identity came from.”

Thor nodded before continuing, “Pepper made it look like I was a.... how did Tony put it.... Oh yes! He called me a ‘trust fund kid working on an bachelors in the arts at some off brand Ivy league school with my daddy’s money.’ ”

Bruce laughed, that definitely sounded like Tony. “Takes one to know one.”

Thor nodded, his grin getting bigger by the minute. “That’s what Pepper said. But then nothing happened with any kind of job since I didn't know how to make a resume or know how to do anything with modern electronics. I told Darcy about it and she laughed at first but then a couple of months later, she sent me an ad for a receptionist that was made by a group called the Ghostbusters. Darcy told me that she knew one of them, Erin gilbert, a brilliant professor in Quantum physics but got fired due to a viral video and a book that she co-wrote about ghosts. ”

Thor paused there, clearly expecting a reaction.  

Well, Bruce is going to give one.

“Doctor Gilbert got fired? Ghosts? Are you sure?” He asked and raised his eyebrow.

Erin gilbert was one of his friends (or classmates, they didn’t talk much especially after January of junior year and Bruce has a sneaking suspicion that Joey was the cause of it) who was in one of his 3-hour long classes when he was working on his first degree. She was always very shy and twitchy. People seem to always make fun of her, for either something to do with ghosts or because they thought she was queer.

Thor nodded. “Yes, she did, but she ended up having a better time out of the school.”

“How do you know-” Bruce spluttered before sighing. “you took the job, didn’t you? How did that even happen.”

“She had put out an ad for a receptionist and also sent it to people she knew to try and get help. So, I ended up in a Chinese restaurant, telling them that I came in for the job and got it with my pretty face.” Thor grinned at Bruce.

Bruce laughed before lightly hitting Thor on the shoulder. “You did not!”

“I did. I was kind of an idiot at playing human. I didn’t know how to answer the phone or anything. And it was kind of apparent with how Erin kept looking at me.” Thor said and looked ... like how Jennifer always felt when a guy cat called her. “It was odd... but it ended up being fine after she and Holtz got together. But that’s not the point. I got possessed by a evil ghost and then tried to start the apocalypse. ”

Thor smiled at the last bit, so Bruce is going to focus on the other parts of that sentence. He took a sip. “... Ghosts?”

Thor nodded quite sagely, “Ghosts.”

Bruce nodded, still mulling it over. “I can see why you told me that it was a long story. Wait a second, you got possessed?”

Thor shrugged. “Yeah it was really weird, it took over my body and killed a bunch of people. It was weird, and the ghost apparently was a ‘sexist asshole’, so that was a disturbing experience.”

He blinked. Thor smiled. Bruce nodded slower, getting more and more confused by the minute. “Okay... continue I guess.”

“Uhm. Alright, so I was their receptionist before the dreams started.” Thor said and then stopped. A glassy look in his eyes.

Bruce tapped his shoulder. “The dreams?”

Thor blinked, coming back to himself. He nodded. “I didn’t know it at the time, but I started to see variations of Ragnarök. I saw Sutur, flames encircling Asgard’s highest towers, Baldur falling to the ground and staining it with blood and his eyes glazing over. I saw Loki and Heimdall fall to dust, the world eating giants at war with father, and a giant wolf eating the sun. I saw Asgard’s reckoning, so I took a pause at playing human and went to stop it. And ended up bringing it.”

Bruce put his hand on Thor’s shoulder and put his mug down. “Thor...”

Thor hummed.

“I know it’s not my fault, not entirely. But I was a part of it and Asgard had almost completed it’s fall before we arrived to stop Hela. She and her undead army killed over 65% of the realm. We saved my people from certain death, and yet... we are now so few.” He ran his hand through his short hair. That’s not a good sign.

“No.” Bruce said. He grabbed Thor’s hands and replaced them with his own two.

Thor blinked, his eye shining with unshed tears. “What.”

Bruce pulled Thor over (apparently a smaller difference than he originally thought) and pressed his forehead to Thor’s. “I know it’s probably due time for an angst fest on your end after all this time listening to me and you definitely need it. But you were in no way responsible for Ragnarök. You didn't tell Odin to cage Hela, you didn’t make the prophecy, you’ve loved everyone and tried to appeal to their better nature. I love you and you are the reason that Asgard still lives. Heimdall said that Asgard is a people, not a place. And you’ve saved them from extinction. You are not a bad person. ”

Thor sniffed and brought one of his hands out of his lap to wipe his eye.

“Thank you, my dearest love. I needed that.” He then made a face. “I was supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around.”

Bruce smiled and kissed Thor’s forehead as he intertwined his hands with his husband’s. “That’s what marriage is, supporting each other through the bits where we remember our tragic backstories like young adult characters. Now, can you please explain how this relates back to why a teacher of my alma mater knows your secret identity.”

Thor sighed and leaned back. “I’m trying. So.... after Ragnarök but before we landed on earth. It was one of the first nights where we started sleeping in the same bed and... you started screaming on the top of your lungs about not meaning to break something, and you started to turn green. I woke you up quickly, but Joey took control.”

That’s a surprise.

“He asked me for a cigarette and told me it usually took the edge off when you had a nightmare that had your dad in it. He explained something that your brain tried to forget, and he told me how he was made from violence that your father had caused. So, when you came back to your body.... I just felt so helpless. You were so close to me and was able to help me whenever I had nightmares, but I couldn't do anything to help any of you.” Thor said, looking so sad. So helpless.

Bruce made a small whimper at the back of his throat. No, he hated when Thor looked like that. It made him want to yell at whoever caused it but Bruce can only yell at himself so much before Thor notices.

Thor looked at Bruce with his singularly beautiful blue eye full of such sadness and fondness. “Don't make that noise, you know that you didn’t like to open up and I was slightly clueless on how to help. My forms of helping would have been physical contact and that’s not the best course of action given your past. ”  

Bruce keened as he forced himself not to melt. “Honey-”

But Thor cut him off.

“So, when I we got back to earth and figured out how to integrate Asgard with Midgard successfully, I asked Tony if there was anything he would suggest and he suggested taking some courses on Psychology. And I took the advice. I applied for a university that was close and got a major in Psychology and worked when you had work, so you wouldn't realize that I was gone. Professor Flores is one of my teachers and helped me with some of the technically stuff. I sometimes go back to help Erin and her friends with their work to have some spare pocket money.”

Bruce felt his jaw drop. God, he loved this sappy, handsome, thoughtful god. Forget trying not to melt, Thor would have to clean him out of the couch since he had turned into Liquid Banner. Extra radiation.

He squeezed nine times. I love you, I love you, I love you. Bruce smiled at Thor with almost lovestruck awe. “.... what did I do to deserve you, you perfect alien god with a heart made of something clearly purer than love.”

Thor smiled and used his free hand to push a piece of hair out of Bruce’s face. He returned Bruce’s delicate and gentle kiss to his forehead, like he was some fairy princess giving a favor to a knight. “You were just as you always are; selfless, kind, charming, and world endingly handsome

He keened again and grabbed Thor’s face and planted a kiss firmly on Thor’s lips before going on to shower the rest of his face. “Jesus Christ, you are so-”  

Kiss. “Goddamn sappy-”  

Kiss. Firm kiss. Oh, French kiss? God damn Bruce loves Thor so much.  

He pulled away. “I love you so goddamn much”  

Thor looked at him, smiling like Bruce had given him a constellation, hung the moon, and had gotten him a horse. So goddamn sappy. “I love you as well.”

Bruce chuckled on his way to another kiss on that perfect face.

“Wait, I thought of something funny.” He giggled against Thor’s lips.

Thor’s eye came back from his lips, still half-lidded. His voice was quite low and deep when asked, “What is it?”

Bruce pulled away a couple of millimeters and grinned, “Isn't this a conflict of interests?”

Thor groaned but then chuckled. He looked at Bruce with the same adoring gaze. "Well I’m not a licensed psychologist and you’re not my client. So, short answer, no.”

Bruce giggled before closing the distance.  

“Thank god.” He whispered against Thor’s lips and didn’t speak for the rest of the night.

#thorbruce #thorbruce week #ghostbusters #long post #mlm #gay as shit #its 7 oclock somewhere thats not philly

[spideyyverse]

Grease! AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Chapter: 3/7 

Alternate reality where Eddie Kaspbrak is a boy from New York visiting the small town of Derry for the Summer and so happens to have met the greaser himself, Richie Tozier.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stan Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Audra Phillips

Pairings: Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly, Maudra (Audra x Mike!)

Warnings: Homophobia, swearing, underage drinking and smoking

Word Count: 2,094

Author Notes: Chapters will be based on a song from the movie, I’m not sure if I’ll do each song but if there’s a specific song you would like me to include, let me know in my ask box!

Also, the losers are very ooc. I understand they’re nothing like the way I’m portraying them in my story. Please do not get angry for the way I’m writing them, it’s apart of this au solely and that’s not how I actually view them.

Quick thank you to @get-fcking-reddie for the suggestion of Audra x Mike!

Tags: @universal-gay

What's that playing on the radio, why do I start swaying to and fro I have never heard that song before, but if I don't hear it anymore It's still familiar to me, sends a thrill right through me Cause those chords remind me of the night that I first fell in love to

It had been about a month and a half since the pep rally incident. After long and continuous “move on” and “He’s not worth it” from Bev and Audra, Eddie found himself mustering up some courage and agreed to go on a date with the football player he met at the pep rally. While the town of Derry was very much homophobic and Justin, the football player, was a closeted gay--both boys agreed to have dinner at the local diner. 

However, it had to be kept on the down-low; The date would be on Tuesday afternoon-a time when the diner wouldn’t be busy-and if anyone asked, they were just friends.  

“This is...nice,” Eddie bit his lip trying to make conversation.

“I guess...this place isn’t anything fancy. Although, the guys and I broke an arcade machine here once..” Justin shrugged eating some fries that were placed between both boys.

He continued to talk about the great broken arcade machine story while Eddie looked around the diner. His eyes landed on the juke box sitting near the hallway that led to the restrooms.

“Give me fifty cents, yeah?” Eddie interrupted Justin.

“Why?”

“Just give me fifty cents. It’ll be quick.”

Justin handed over fifty cents with a large amount of confusion placed all over his face, Eddie took the money and walked down to the jukebox. He inserted the two quarters and began to shuffle through the choices of songs.

Down the hallway that was next to the juke box, Richie Tozier had stepped out of the bathroom. He was running his hands through his hair when he heard the familiar sounds, it was the beginning of Africa by Toto. Something about it made him feel at home. It was the song that was playing when he and Eddie first met at the Quarry. 

Richie knew someone was standing behind him, as a matter of fact, he got a glance at the cute boy when he was wondering around the quarry. Silence was nice to have at times but Richie liked to smoke while listening to music. He brought over the boombox he stole from Ben and let the radio be his DJ for the hour. Africa by Toto began to play when he heard the boys’ footsteps. The cute boy. Cute, cute, cute...

Richie stopped in his steps when he saw the familiar brown hair standing in front of the juke box, he seemed satisfied with his choice of song and began walking back to where his table was. Richie picked up his pace and grabbed Eddie’s wrist before he could take another step.

“Ed’s,” Richie breathed.

“Don’t touch me,” Eddie growled but kept his voice low, despite the diner being mainly empty, he still didn’t want to cause a scene with the people that were there. 

“Please, it’ll only take two minutes. I just wanna talk,” Richie pleaded.

“You sure had a lot to say at the pep rally,” 

“You have to understand that wasn’t me Ed’s- none of that was,” 

“Don’t. You don’t get to call me that and pretend everything is okay Richie,” Eddie snapped.

“Eddie-” Richie bit his lip, from the corner of his eye, he could see the guys stepping into the diner after taking their smoke break.

“No Richie. You had your chance, besides, I’m with Justin now. He’s a sweet guy.” Eddie sighed and gave a small smile at Justin who made eye contact with him.

Richie wasn’t used to whatever pain that was tingling in his chest. he wasn’t used to rejection. He was Richie Tozier. Secret bisexual but could also get any boy or girl in his room then leave the next day and not think anything of it. Why was Eddie different? 

Because Eddie Kaspbrak had morals.

Because some stupid song called Africa was playing the day Richie Tozier fell in love with Eddie Kaspbrak and it fucking hurts him.

Beatings of my broken heart will rise the first place of the charts, Oh, my heart arranges, oh, those magic changes

Meanwhile, a month and a half earlier, Stanley Uris and Bill Denbrough were still closeted gays. 

Key word; were.

Stan and Bill didn’t think anyone would be in the area they parked at the drive-in. They parked in an area where they couldn’t even see the movie, it was far off to the side and the car wasn’t even parked in the direction of the large screen. So it was a surprise when Henry Bowers and his crew showed up hooting and hollering at both boys.

The thing was, Stan and Bill weren’t sucking face; They weren’t urging to take each others pants off. No, they were having a small and quiet conversation. Stan wasn’t some asshole who is always out to get someone and Bill wasn’t some leather jacket wearing asshole who does weed under the bleachers (That was Richie). With their quiet and shy conversation, they shared small pecks every once in a while. They knew being at the drive in would be Taboo, Bill even offered to drive back to his house on the way, but Stan insisted that they go the drive in.

Now that Henry and his merry band caught the two boys exchanging a soft kiss, they paraded with how much they were going to be able to torment the two boys. Now don’t get anyone wrong, the T birds nor the Pink Ladies take any of the Bowers Gang shit but when your closeted gay and the guy who holds a lot power just caught you kissing another dude, the situation is different.

“Denbrough? You’re one of those fags?” Henry sneered.

Bill only stood silent, letting the word fag run around in his mind.

“Now Uris. I’m not surprised. I’ve always known he’s one of those faggots, but you-You, I didn’t expect this!” Henry laughed while his gang snickered behind him like a bunch of hyenas. 

“L-leave him a-alone!” Bill snapped but it wasn’t very intimidating, his stutter really took control when he felt scared--And in this case, he was scared shitless.

He nor Stan were afraid of Bowers, they were afraid of what he was capable of. 

“Y-you w-want me t-to l-leave him a-alone?” He mocked him and stepped towards the car that had the roof down. 

“Henry, you can’t tell anyone. Please.” Stan pleaded but his voice came as low as a whisper.

“What was that Stanley? Begging? Whatever happened to the Stan who made people plead for him? I’m sure you would plead to suck my-” Henry didn’t finish the sentence by the time Bill hopped out the car and swung at Henry, sending him flying towards the car. 

“Bill!” Stan screamed but Henry had already tackled the Denbrough boy.

As strong as Bill was, he was outnumbered. Four against one. Stan froze as he watched his boyfriend get the shit kicked out of him.

Henry grabbed Bill by the collar of his shirt and held him to the point where Bill could feel his hot breath breathing against his, “If you don’t want people to know that you’re a fag, you’re gonna have to race us at Thunder Road,”

Bill could only nod as Henry continued, “You have until the end of the year to fix that shit box you call a car. I can’t guarantee that I can hold a secret for that long.” 

Henry let go of Bill and walked off with his crew.

Stan ran over to Bill and carried him to the passengers seat. Stan started the engine and began to drive back to his house, he prayed that his parents weren’t home. One good thing came out of that night, Stan’s parents weren’t home. 

The car ride had been silent, the radio static was the only thing that kept them company. Stan led Bill upstairs and to the bathroom. He pulled out the first aid kit and tended to Bill’s wounds.

“Bill?”

“Yeah?”

“We can’t do this, not anymore,” Stan whispered looking down at his feet.

“S-stan? No? W-we can m-make this w-work, this is o-our l-last y-year then w-we l-leave this s-shit hole!” Bill rose his voice a bit.

“This isn’t going to work if we’re constantly targeted and who knows how far Henry and his stupid crew will go!” Stan argued

“S-stan, it’s s-something w-we’re j-just g-going to have to d-deal w-with, besides w-we have until-”

“No Bill! We’re not doing this anymore!”

“S-stan P-please!”

“I’m doing this to protect you!”

“If you ever loved me, you wouldn’t fucking let Henry get in the way of us.” Bill snapped, his stutter disappearing along with his love for the curly haired boy.

I'll be waiting by the radio, you'll come back to me someday, I know Been so lonesome since our last goodbye, but I'm singin' as I cry 

It was now January. No one understood why Stan always seemed like he had a stick up his ass and no one understood why Bill had practically made home in the car shop. Eddie didn’t need to hear Stan’s comments about everything he did. Meanwhile, Richie was stuck as Mike and Audra’s third wheel since Bill called Ben to help him out with the wheel. 

“Hey Audra, would you-um-be my date to the Winter formal?” Mike scratched the back of his neck, he sounded like a middle schooler asking his crush out.

Richie only rolled eyes when Audra happily squealed yes and practically threw herself at him. Richie got up and walked towards the other end of the bleachers. Richie lit up a cigarette while Eddie sat in the stands with his secret boyfriend who was taking a break from football practice. 

Richie turned his head when he saw Eddie and whatever-his-name-was share a quick peck when they figured no one was looking. Richie felt anger build up in his chest, he threw his unfinished cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. He marched towards the track coach.

“Coach, I wanna join the team,” Richie instantly demanded.

“Tozier? Athletic?” The coach rose an eyebrow.

“Just let me try out Coach’ everyone deserves a fair try out, don’t they?” Richie smirked.

The coach only sighed and told Richie to change into athletic wear, which Richie thankfully had in his locker. Half an hour later, the team was finally done with warm ups and set off on the track. Richie jogged, trying to let his mind focus on anything but Eddie.

Anything but Eddie’s brown eyes. Anything but Eddie’s brown, soft curly hair. Anything but Eddie’s smile. 

Eddie was still sitting at the bleachers, trying to focus on the football but his eyes kept wondering off to focus on Richie.

Richie let his focus become about Eddie and Eddie only. He focused on Eddie sitting on the bleachers in his overalls. Cute, cute, cute!

Richie quickened his pace to turn his jog into a sprint but didn’t realize his shoelaces were untied. He tripped over his laces as Eddie watched and it sent him tumbling across the track.

“Richie!” Eddie shouted running towards the boy. 

Eddie quickly pulled some bandages from his bag and began to patch up Richie. Richie could only feel his tummy erupt with butterflies with the feeling of Eddie’s touch.

“Jesus Rich, you have to be more careful next time, are you okay?”

Richie only smiled, “Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I just fell for you,”

Eddie could only bite back his smile but failed, “You’re an idiot Richie Tozier,”

“Listen Ed’s, let me make it up to you. Be my date to the winter formal,” Richie bit his lip then continued, “I can’t keep waiting for you. I need you now. I’ve been listening to our stupid song that was playing when we first met. I can’t keep missing you, I need you.”

Eddie quickly looked around and when he noticed no one was watching, he smashed his lips with Richie’s but quickly pulled apart, “Of course Chee.”

“What about your boyfriend?” Richie tried so hard to contain his excitement. The boy he pinned over for so long, the boy he loved was finally his again. 

“He’s an airhead. He loves his muscles more than anything,”

Eddie continued, “Now the real question is, will our suits or ties match?”

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stan uris #ben hanscom #reddie #losers club grease au #the losers club

[pinetree-in-hatchetfield]

Say My Stupid Name (Chapter 3) - A Spideychelle series

A/N: I’ve been looking forward to writing this chapter since the series started. As always major MAJOR credit and thanks to @littlebastardinredtights for inspiration and such. Chapter title from Going Away To College by Blink-182.

Chapter 3: The World’s An Ugly Place, But You’re So Beautiful To Me

The credits began to roll  and Ned yawned. This officially ended this Friday Bi-Weekly Movie Marathon. (Ned was working on a better name) The group started to get up to change rooms, on their way there Ned stopped, staring at the wall. Peter stopped as well, turning to face him “Dude?” “Damn. Sorry Peter, it’s later than it should’ve been. I’ve got to get home, dude.” “It’s fine.” Ned turned to Peter and looking at him with pure sincerity asked, “You sure?” Peter just smiled and nodded. “Again, I’m sorry man. I’ll see you later.” Ned said before heading for the front door “Later!” Peter called after him.

Peter turned back around to face the only remaining member of his party, “He’s right, it’s late. You can-” “What’s your thing today, Parker?” Peter cocked head to the side slightly crossing his arms in a way that looked more like he was holding himself. “M-my what?” “Your thing.” Michelle repeated. “You’ve been weird all day. You’ve been quiet, not as excited about your nerd shit, Ned and May are on something too. They’ve been super quiet around you today, May went to bed super early, Ned was touch-y feel-y with you. So yeah, what’s your thing?” Peter started to say something, decided against it, started another statement, decided against that too. Michelle rolled her eyes. Peter sighed, “It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” he said, avoiding eye contact. Michelle sighed and Peter offered “Seriously, It’s late. You should get some sleep.” Michelle nodded looking him up and down, “Fine, but don’t think I’m dropping this, Parker.” She never turned her gaze away from Peter as she left and Peter walked upstairs.

Click. Click click. Peter sat up in his bed. He wasn’t sleeping anyway, just laying on top of the covers. But he could’ve sworn he heard something. He stood to investigate, and made his way to his window. Click. Yep. The window was definitely the source, this click was caused by a small rock hitting his window. Click click click. More rocks. “What the hell?” Peter muttered to himself, then he opened his window. Sticking his head out he scanned the ground below, searching for the source of the mysterious flying rocks.

His eyes eventually settled on a figure square center in relation to the window, 10 feet or so back. It was Michelle waving a single arm in the air. Peter paused in confusion, eventually calling out “What the hell are you doing out there?” Completely ignoring the question, Michelle responded, “Wanna go for a drive?” His eyebrows came together in confusion, he ducked his head inside to check the clock on his nightstand. Once he stuck his head back out he answered. “It’s 3 AM.” “Wanna go for a drive?” She repeated. Peter paused for another moment in thought, “Like, around the neighborhood?” She shrugged, “Maybe.” Peter paused a final time, “Wait there.” He ducks inside again, grabs his jacket, and heads towards the exit. All while thinking ‘What the hell am I doing.’

Surely enough once he was outside Michelle Jones stood, leaning against what seemed to be a dark colored town car or something. “So, goal in mind?” he asked. She just walked to the passenger door and opened it, dramatically bowing and gesturing for him to enter, “The world awaits, Mr. Parker.” Peter laughed and stepped inside.

They had been driving for a while, mostly in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite. It was strangely comforting, neither knew why. Something about the combination of the slow wind coming through the windows, the passing tree-filled scenery, the all but silent music from the radio, the occasional comment from one of the two, and most simply, the company of each other. After a few laps around the neighborhood and taking some random dirt roads that lead to nowhere Michelle decided on something. “Let’s go somewhere.” Peter nodded, “Alright. Anywhere specific?” Michelle nodded, “I know just the place.”

Soon they pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store far out of the way of most people’s paths. No-one was there aside from the cashier. (Surprise, surprise.) They both stepped out of the car and Michelle, looking at the store’s doors, said, “Be thankful, Tiger, this is my hang out spot. I don’t take just anyone here.” Peter chuckled, “I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” he replied. She made her way around the front of the car and patted his shoulder, “Damn right you are.” they both laughed. “Seriously though, don’t go telling anyone about this, Parker. I want this to stay small. Private little thing, you know.”  Peter turned to her, placing one hand over his heart and the other in the air, “I promise.” Michelle smirked, “Good, now let’s load up.” She patted his back and they walked in.

Eventually they were sitting on the curb outside the store, slushies in hand and surrounded by cheap, unhealthy snacks. They talked more, about whatever, things that came to mind, everything and nothing. They alternated between watching the night sky and watching the street. Eventually, after she took a sip of slushie, Michelle asked, “So, you really not gonna tell me What was up with you today?” Peter cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “It’s, uh, a long story.” “We got all night, Parker.” “Um. It was 2 years ago, freshman year. I was out late and someone broke into my house. They tried to rob the house, not knowing people were still inside. But they were prepared just in case. Aunt May tried to face the person, but my Uncle Ben insisted on going to check himself. The robber freaked and shot as soon as they heard a noise. Then made a run for it. Shot was fatal. And no-one knows who did it, so they’re still out there. Today is the day that marks 2 years.”

Michelle stared at him in silence, he stared at his feet below him. Eventually she scooted closer to where their shoulders were touching and said, “I’m so sorry, Peter.” He looked at her and gave a small hopeful smile, “Thanks Michelle. For all of this, it, uh, really helped.” She looked down and fiddled with her straw slightly, “You know, Michelle is so formal.” “Huh?” “The name, it sounds like we’re discussing budgets or some shit. You should,“ she paused for a small gulp, “You should call me MJ.” Peter stared at her, which she slightly flinched at. “Michelle Jones. You are such a sap.” he laughed and she shoved him with her elbow trying to smother a smile, “Shut up, dork.” “No really, this spot, the nick name. You care.” “I do not. I don’t care about anything. Things are stupid.” Peter laughed again. “You so care. You care about me. Awwwww.” He leaned into her to emphasize his ‘Aw’. She nudged him away with her shoulder, “Don’t make me take it back, loser.” he chuckled sitting up right again, “Alright, alright. Really though, I like the sound of that. MJ.”

“You would, Tiger.” Peter fake groaned, “Not this again.” she laughed, “Yes this again. It’s your name, loser.” he groaned again, laughing half way through. “Man. Secret Spots, nicknames, and now running jokes. You really are a sap, MJ.” She rolled her eyes leaning away from him. “Ugh. Shut up, loser.” “Make me.” he said jokingly before taking a bite of a chip and a sip of his slushie.

Of course it was a joke, but it was enough to send MJ’s mind to places she knew it shouldn’t have been. They were friends. Friends don’t kiss or hold hands or anything like that. Michelle Jones didn’t feel things. That was for gross couples. She shouldn’t want to do those things with Peter Parker of all people. But she still liked the thoughts. Not that she would ever admit it. “Don’t tempt me, Tiger.” she muttered almost dreamily. “Hm?” Shit. SHIT. DID SHE SAY THAT OUT LOUD?! She cleared her throat, “Nothing. I’m gonna refill, be back.” she stood and rushed into the store hoping desperately that he didn’t see the blush she knew she was wearing. Stupid Peter Parker. Stupid Hormones. Stupid Feelings. She didn’t feel. She couldn’t afford to. Besides, there’s no way he felt the same way. This was something she had to keep to herself.

#spideychelle #spider-man: homecoming #peter x michelle #peter x mj #petermj #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds

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Wish Upon You - Chapter 2

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutaro

Genre: Assasination AU, Angst, but not so angst bc i don’t want my babies to suffer, much… and Kuroo is a sweetheart in this chapter

Read it on AO3 

Chapter 1 

“Here you go, one black coffee.”

“Thank you, Kuroo-san.” Akaashi took the steaming mug from Kuroo’s hand.

Kuroo slid onto the sofa across from Akaashi. He eyed the younger boy as he added sugar sachet into his coffee. “How do you even drink that thing? It’s blacker than my soul.”

The corner of Akaashi’s lips twitched slightly. “At least it’s sweeter.”

“Yeah?” Kuroo leered, “how’d you know that?”

“Usually I have high tolerance for bitterness, but I can’t tolerate being with you for more than necessary,” Akaashi retorted without missing a beat.

Kuroo snorted. “Smartass.”

For a moment, they fell into mutual silence as they both sipped their drinks. And it was not an uncomfortable one either. Despite the frequent banters and differences in their personalities, Kuroo actually enjoyed their time together. And it turned out that they have many things in common like music preferences and favorite movies.

It was Bokuto who introduced Akaashi to Kuroo. The boy had been so formal Kuroo had thought he was actually a sixty-year-old in disguise, a fine sixty-year-old with flawless skin, strong bone and pretty face. But hey, he had watched Orphan so who knew.

At first Kuroo couldn’t understand why Bokuto favored the kid he practically dragged him everywhere. But when he saw it firsthand how Akaashi handled Bokuto’s mood swing and dealing with his most ridiculous whines, it became crystal clear. His teammates even called him ‘The Owl Tamer’.

And one more thing that intrigued Kuroo was despite his formal and polite attitude, once Akaashi opened his mouth he spoke fluent sarcasm.

The three of them used to hang out together even outside match practice (four, if Kuroo could drag Kenma along). But since Bokuto moved abroad to continue his study in America, they rarely see each other anymore. He was surprised when Akaashi suddenly asked him to meet up.

Speaking of which…

“So,” Kuroo began, “The reason wh-”

He was interrupted by squall of teenage girls clustered on the corner of the café, two tables away from them.

“I know right! It was really scary. Was it a murder?” the one with ponytail asked her friends.

“No,” the one with pixy haircut, chimed in. “My friend in Fukurodani said that it was suicide case.”

At the mention of Fukurodani, Kuroo and Akaashi glanced at them.

“Is it really that hard to be a teacher?” squeaked the girl with glasses. Her timid face looked concern.

“Maybe he got other problems outside his job,” the pixie girl said. She rubbed the timid girl’s shoulder. “You’ll do just fine, Amy.”

Kuroo frowned. “Are they talking about your teacher?”

Akaashi nodded. “Akihito sensei.”

“I think I remembered it on the news.” With the hectic schedule of his college and new part time job, Kuroo didn’t really pay much attention on what’s on the news.

“Yeah it was everywhere.” A pause, “but after three days it was just gone.”

“What do you mean gone?”

“It was literally everywhere. Newspaper, TV, Radio, Internet. But suddenly, they just stopped reporting it.”

“Maybe they thought it was no longer interesting? You know how news works.”

Akaashi shook his head. “More like someone deliberately erased it from the media.”

Kuroo’s eyebrows shot upward. “Kid, I think you’ve watched too many conspiracy movies.”

Akaashi regarded him with narrow eyes.

“Okay,” Kuroo held up his hands, “so tell me about this mysterious teacher, was there anything wrong with him?”

“Not really,” Akaashi mused, “he was a chemistry teacher. I didn’t think he had any problem with the students, he was a good teacher. He was transferred to my school the same year I was accepted in Fukurodani. I didn’t really know him well enough, but I’m sure he didn’t look suicidal.”

“Well kid, who knows what’s on one’s mind.”

“Stop calling me ‘kid’, how old are you anyway?” Akaashi scowled.

Kuroo smirked. “So why did the police conclude it was a suicide case?” he asked instead.

“They found him hanged in his house.”

Kuroo frowned, “who found the body?”

“They didn’t say it on the news.”

“When was it?”

“The day Bokuto-san left.”

It was subtle, but Kuroo glimpsed a slight twitch on Akaashi’s fingers. The younger boy’s shoulders tensed. Kuroo gazed at him. Hard to tell through Akaashi’s stoic face, but he could sense that Akaashi was restless once Bokuto’s name was said.

“Akaashi,” Kuroo steepled his fingers together, “why did you ask to meet me?”

Akaashi’s eyes flicked away. His hand stirring his now cold black coffee. “Have you heard anything from Bokuto-san?”

“No,” a pause, “have you?”

“No,” Akaashi sighed. His shoulders drooped slowly.

Kuroo had never seen Akaashi so dejected, and it took him aback when there was a pang in his heart at the sight of Akaashi being so hopeless.

“But he did email me once.” Kuroo said finally.

Akaashi looked up, eyes wide. “Can I see it? Please?”

Kuroo pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket and opened the email app. He got the email a week ago. It was a brief message.

Bro, I broke my phone. Been busy here. Ill call u when I got new one.

That was the only interaction he got from Bokuto since he left.

He handed his phone to Akaashi.

Akaashi read the email once. Then read it again. And again.

“I tried to email him back,” Kuroo said, “but he never replied.”

Akaashi’s face fell and Kuroo mentally kicked himself. “Why didn’t he email me?”

“Maybe he’s really busy there,” Kuroo suggested lamely. “You know how hard it is to settle down in new environment.”

“This is not like Bokuto-san.”

“Hey,” Kuroo touched Akaashi’s hand, “give him some time, he’ll contact you sooner or later.”

+++

Six months after that, there was only one more email Kuroo received since then. Different email address, but Bokuto attached his picture in it, a selfie of him in a dimly lit room. The wall behind him was yellowish dirty white, peeled off on some corners. There was a stainless steel table beside him, but nothing on it. Nothing to indicate exactly where he was.

Bokuto was wearing plain, rumple black shirt. His hair a bit longer and messily tousled like he just rolled out of bed. He did look tired. There were bags under his eyes and his cheekbones looked more prominent. But he smiled warmly to the camera.

The email was as brief as before:

Srrsly busy here, but im fine. Pls tell akaashi i miss him.

Kuroo tried to message him back countless time. Each message was harsher than the last.

Bo what have u been doing?

 Dude, srrsly answer me!

 Goddammit bokuto, if u rlly mean it tell akaashi yourself!

 If u dont answer me, asshole, istg ill find ur ‘busy’ ass, kick the shit out of u, and drag u fucking home!

 Bo, please answer me

 Bokuto, I saw him cried. He really misses you. We really miss you.

 All with no avail. Bokuto never messaged him back even once. In the end, Kuroo just gave up trying altogether.

And even though he hated it and how much he thought Bokuto didn’t deserve it, Kuroo let Akaashi kept the picture. Then he hated himself even more as he saw Akaashi’s heart crumbled over and over whenever he stared longingly at it.

Chapter 3

#haikyuu!! #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutaro #kuroo tetsurou #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #bokutoxakaashi #wish upon you #if you like it please give me kudo on ao3 #i need validation #is it good is it not good? t_t #should i continue it? #and i need beta reader #onegaishimasu t_t