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Tulips

This is the story I dubbed as therapeutic for myself. I've been struggling a lot lately (I apologize for the delay in posting). I actually wanted this to be more but I wanted to post very badly. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy a lot of fluff and bit of angst.

Harry was convinced that even if they did end their relationship (and he was certain that would never happen) he would thank her for the heartbreak.

Harry was at the grocery store, passing the florist department when he realized his mistake. He had been dating her for nearly two months when he came to the realization that he hadn’t gotten her a bouquet of flowers yet. He felt horrible immediately and wanted to remedy the situation as quickly as he possibly could.

But he wanted her to like the flowers he got, and he wanted it to be a surprise. Neither of which he was sure he could pull off when he hadn’t asked her once what her favorite flower.

Like an absolute creep, he messaged her youngest sister on Instagram; he had at least met her in passing on one of their dates when they stopped for a coffee while she was working. Harry hadn’t met the other two just yet so messaging them would have seemed insane.

Hiiii. Uh...sorry to message you like this...any chance you know your sister’s favorite flowers?

Oh, my goodness, that’s too sweet! Umm...now that I think about it, I’m not sure. Let me ask.

Er...I was hoping it could be a surprise.

Aww...Don’t worry I have just the idea, wait one minute.

Harry waited patiently for her response thinking about how smitten he was with the beautiful girl. Just the mere thought of her brought a smile to his face, making him nearly giggle with how much he liked her. Flowers didn’t seem like enough. She deserved a whole garden.

Here’s what I got. She’s so sad sometimes *eyeroll*

Harry frowned and clicked on the screenshot titled Will Recipients. He chuckled at the name. He knew it was between the four girls and Harry was looking for his lovely lady’s response in the many messages they managed to send. He was slightly amazed they had time to send all of them in a matter of five minutes that he texted her sister.

Her sister started: I’m doing a project for school. What’s your favorite flower?

Harry didn’t know which middle sister was which, but he thought their responses were funny, nonetheless. What kind of project asks about your favorite flower?

I like daisies.

That’s the most boring answer I’ve ever heard. Harry knew the youngest was brutal sometimes and he thought of messaging with Gemma, and it was nothing in comparison to four girls ranging from their late teens to their mid-twenties. It’s for my stats class.

I took that class, we never did a flower thing.

Can you just tell me?

Finally, the oldest answered and Harry examined her little gray message for entirely too long. Like the one I actually like? or the one I tell everyone I like? That was her response.

What kind of lunatic lies about their favorite flower?

The kind that gets told their favorite is old-ladyish all the time. Or laughed at because it’s a stupid flower. Forget it, I like sunflowers.

Harry frowned and responded to her sister once more. Any chance you could find out the real one?

Sure!

Within moments Harry had another screenshot.

Hey drama queen, I won’t tell the others, what’s your real favorite flower. I’ll even keep my comments to myself.

Tulips.

Nothing else. That was the only thing she wrote. Harry didn’t really know what to expect but it wasn’t tulips.

Thank you, love. I appreciate it.

Any time Harry! Let me know how she likes them!!!

Harry was planning when he’d see her next and looked into all types of tulips and how to care for them as well. He wanted her to like them and didn’t want her to feel bad about liking them. Making her happy was his goal. He didn’t really feel any particular way about tulips at all. He didn’t really think they were old-ladyish so he wondered where that came from. He felt bad the poor thing had to hide her real feelings. He never wanted her to feel that way around him.

Harry thought it would seem too obvious if he brought flowers right away. So he had to wait for just right the time which gave him plenty of time to research the perfect color and care needed for the pretty girl that deserved pretty flowers.

Harry knocked on her door holding the bouquet in his hand. They were going to dinner and a movie that evening and Harry came prepared—especially since it was now approaching nearly three months since they began dating. After a quick greeting she seemed to finally notice all at once the flowers in his hand. “Kitten?” He asked gently as she stared at the flowers. Her eyes sort of glazed over.

“Are you the reason my sister was asking us our favorite flower?” She wondered.

Harry frowned a little. First, she was too smart. He was sad she knew so quickly the motives of her sister asking the question were tied to him. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she still lied to her sister, and these weren’t her favorite flowers. Harry bit his lip and sighed. “Er...yeah,” he sounded so shy. “M’sorry, kitten...I thought I got the right—” She shook her head and stayed silent as Harry stopped speaking. It was so silent. Nearly uncomfortable with how silent it was. Why would her sister lie to him?

God, he really liked her, and he thought he ruined everything just by getting her flowers. His frown deepened and he sighed as he went to the kitchen to find a vase. She stayed by the door almost in a trance, and Harry felt a little awkward trying to figure out what her reaction meant.

“Harry?” She said softly and suddenly hurried to the kitchen. He was filling the vase with water, and he looked at her entering the kitchen a tad nervously.

“Yeah, angel?” He asked.

“Thank you,” the thankfulness, the kindness, the overwhelming amount of gratitude in her voice almost shattered Harry. She was so grateful for the flowers.

He sighed with relief and smiled at her as he put the stems into the vase. Setting it on the counter he came to her side and slid his hands up her neck and gently rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “’Course, beautiful,” he hummed and pressed his lips against hers. Kissing was still kind of new—and he loved the way she nearly sighed each time their mouths connected. He smiled as he pulled away. “Sorry it took me s’long t’get y’some.”

She bit her lip. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Should have gotten y’flowers every time I saw you,” he smiled and rubbed his thumb on her lips. He kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose before he turned his attention back to the vase and settled it in the middle of her coffee table. “Y’ready t’go?” He asked.

Since she seemed speechless, she nodded. Harry gave her a reassuring smile, took her hand, and left happy the bouquet seemed to be a hit.

They were flowers. Flowers. Just flowers. She wasn’t going to lose her mind over a bouquet.

But she kind of was.

Fortunately, Harry was giving her a hilarious recap of the movie that she was hardly able to stay focused on while it played. His summary allowed her to make believe she had watched the whole movie. While instead, for the better part of the last two hours, she really thought only about the tulips that Harry had placed so effortlessly in the middle of her apartment. As if the flowers didn’t mean everything in the world. Like it wasn’t earthshattering that he got her flowers.

“Are you okay, love?” He hummed and gave her hand a squeeze as they made it to the restaurant. He put his hand on her lower back as he held the door open for her and ushered her inside. His eyebrows pinched together. “Did y’like the movie?” He wondered nervously as she walked inside. Maybe his recap was overdone. But Harry enjoyed the movie and the way she seemed so engrossed and how captive she was through his summary he assumed she did. Maybe he was wrong this time about her—like he thought she didn’t like the flowers. She grabbed the next door and held it open for him but he placed his hand above her to hold it open so she could walk through first once more.

She would have enjoyed the movie if she paid any attention to it. But she didn’t. So, she fibbed a little. “I did, yeah. M’just a little tired... movies make me tired,” she explained with a breath of exhaled laughter. That wasn’t a lie. They were lucky they were in a theater because if they were at one of their apartments—and she wasn’t having a meltdown over a bouquet—then she would have fallen asleep for sure.

He frowned. “Oh, m’sorry, kitten. D’you want me t’take you home instead?”

She shook her head quickly. “No, I’ll perk up. I’ll get a coffee,” she said and reached for his hand as they stepped to the hostess stand. She squeezed it reassuringly. “I...I like our date nights,” she smiled sweetly.

Harry seemed to sigh with relief. He liked her so much. Lately, more and more, he didn’t want their date nights to end either. Of course, he would have taken her home if that was what she wanted. He would do anything for her. But he was so glad he didn’t have to. He wanted to spend forever with her. “Okay,” he said with a happy grin. Turning his attention to the host, “I have a reservation for two under Styles?” The host nodded and brought them to their table. “I know it’s not your job, but could you get us a cup of coffee, please? Cream and sugar,” he asked as he held her chair out for her. The amount of chivalry and manners in Harry made her melt every moment they were together. No one ever held a door open for. Certainly, never pulled a chair out for her. He always asked so politely for anything she wanted. It made her fall so effortlessly and heavily in love with him at every moment.

Harry sat down and placed his napkin in his lap. She kind of wished she told him she would like to go home. She would much rather enjoy the bouquet and sit with Harry on her couch until she did fall asleep. The restaurant seemed too public, even though no one was paying any mind to them. They were just a young couple on a date and there wasn’t anything to really witness.

But she was in love.

And Harry was perfect.

She wanted him all to herself. “Have y’ever eaten here?” Harry asked.

“Umm,” she looked at the name on the menu as she did wonder if she had been there before when he broached the date idea earlier in the week. As she scanned the titles of the dishes, she responded to him. “I think so—but it was a while ago.”

Smiling, he nodded. “M’a huge fan of the cauliflower.”

“We should get it then,” she answered. “If you’re willing to share,” she winked at him.

He chuckled. “Only with you, kitten.”

When they headed back to her apartment, he rubbed his thumb on the outside of her hand. He loved touching her—even just holding her hand made him feel like he was floating. “D’you have any plans for tomorrow, love?” He asked.

“Probably just clean and read some. Maybe go for a walk or something,” she shrugged.

“That sounds nice.”

“How about you?”

Just think about you all day. He thought to himself. “Hmm...nothing comes t’mind. Probably just lounge around.”

She nodded. “Well...you should come lounge around with me then,” she said sweetly. He turned to look at her with a grin.

“Yeah?”

A beat of silence, her lips pursed together, and she glanced up to meet his gaze briefly as she spoke finally. Harry thought she was nervous again. He didn’t like that she was nervous—he wanted her to feel utterly comfortable around him. “I really like spending time with you, Harry.”

Harry leaned against the wall beside her door and smiled at her. He couldn’t see his own face of course, but he hoped his expression was as loving as he felt. “I love spending time with you, angel,” his voice was filled with infatuation, she felt her face warm under his gaze. Gently, he reached for her and brought his hand to cup her face so he could kiss her once more. He let his lips linger against hers for a few moments and peppered a few extra kisses along her jawline. “Goodnight, kitten. Send me a text when y’want me over,” he nearly hummed as he left her standing in front of her door.

He heard her sigh near dreamily and he smirked to himself as he headed off to his car. As he turned his car over, her message popped up on his screen. Thank you again for the flowers, Harry. It was so so sweet <3

Of course, kitten. Glad you like them :) See you tomorrow, sleep well. Xx Alone with his thoughts Harry left feeling excited that she liked the tulips so much but was suddenly overcome with disappointment—but not disappointment of her. Merely because her reaction made him a bit sad.

He messaged her sister before pulling away from his parking spot. She LOVED the flowers. Thank you for the help, love! Xx

Woooo! Yay! I’m so glad I could help!

Harry was sincere in his thankfulness—she did love them. But she loved them so much for so much more than they were... and Harry felt...devastated by that fact. He wanted to know why. Wanted to know why she was so quiet when he entered the apartment. She was rendered speechless. So much so that it seemed she didn’t pay any mind to the movie. He didn’t harp on it of course, but now alone he couldn’t help but think about it. He supposed he would see her the before he knew it the very next day maybe he could figure a way to ask then.

It was early afternoon when she finally messaged him. Harry was waiting anxiously by his phone with nervous energy worried that she wouldn’t ask him over. Hiii I’d love to have you over if you’re not busy.

Harry thought that maybe he should have waited longer than thirty seconds to respond. It seemed desperate. I’ll be there soon, love :)

He arrived nearly fifteen minutes later, knocking on her door and smiling at her as she answered. He leaned against the wall beside the door frame just as he did the night before. Pushing off he smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly. Kissing the top of her head, he sighed. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Hey, angel.”

“Hi Harry,” she murmured into his chest.

They were quiet for a moment before he released all but her hand and gently nudged her inside. “Didn’t know there was anything t’clean in here,” he smirked as he inspected how spotless it was (as it always was). He enjoyed the scent of the candle she lit that seemed to mix so effortlessly and perfectly with the smell of the dryer running from another room.

She giggled cutely. “It’s not...bad, y’know...I just am a bit particular. And I like to make things look nice.”

“It’s lovely, kitten,” he chuckled. “Do y’want to watch a movie? Or read...?”

“Are you...sure?” She asked.

“Well yeah. Y’said we were lounging. I’ll do whatever y’want, love,” he made himself at home on the couch and he set the book he had in his bag on the coffee table beside her bouquet of tulips that still (thankfully on Harry’s part) looked beautiful. He patted the seat beside him. After a second of uncertain hesitation, she situated herself beside him. “Jus’ glad t’be spending time with you,” he said and dropped another kiss to her temple. Turning to face her she smiled at him. Harry thought he would melt just from the warmth of her pretty lips curving up in his direction. He cupped her face delicately between his hands. He brushed his lips over hers causing that beautiful, wonderful sigh to escape her lips. Harry rested his forehead against hers. “M’in love with you,” he told her.

She all but gasped as her lips parted ever so slightly as she looked at him mere millimeters away from her face. “Really?” She whispered.

That crushed him. “Very much, beautiful,” he murmured even though he was heartbroken by how...confused she looked. Of course, Harry loved her. She was perfect. “Been loving y’more every day.” She blushed between his hands, and he kissed her nose. “Y’don’t have t’say it back,” he said softly. His heart broke a bit at the idea. “I know m’probably a bit early, but...I jus’ wanted you t’know tha—”

“I love you,” she said simply, not quickly like she was rushing to say it. It was definitive. She didn’t have to follow up with her next words, but he was so lucky and grateful she did. “So much.” Harry felt breathless and he leaned forward and kissed her so deeply he thought he might never breathe again.

Harry was helping her with the dishes after they had eaten at his place. He was tired of having her overnight bag sitting on his bed and just a drawer of her things being the only part of her around when she wasn’t. But that wasn’t true. She was constantly in his thoughts. Even in the brief seconds he wasn’t thinking about her, the notes she left behind for him to find made his attention turn right back to her. “You okay?” She asked kindly. “You seem a little quiet and out of sorts.”

He shrugged. “Mmm,” he sighed. “Jus’...thinking.”

“Sounds scary,” she smirked after a moment.

He rolled his eyes. “Baby, I would handcuff you t’myself.” She giggled and turned her attention to making sure the dishes didn’t shatter as she put them back. “D’you ever wish we lived together?” He asked.

She paused. Harry thought that maybe as good as things were going after a year, it was still too soon. Sure, they spend nearly every weekend together. They talked every day and saw each other every other day. But maybe that was enough for her. Maybe it was easier to just have a Harry-weekend and live her life during the week. Harry pursed his lips about to take back his offer—or make some excuse that it it didn’t need to be a right now thing. “You want to live with me?” She wondered.

He turned to lean against the counter, and he watched as she put the dishes away as if she did in fact live there. “Well, yeah,” he said. “I’d see you a lot more,” he reminded her. “Wouldn’t be sick missing you s’much,” he brought his hand to his mouth, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers and pulled nervously at her response. “If y’don’t—”

“No, I...I really want to live with you,” she nodded. “If you want to live with me,” she reaffirmed quietly.

Harry dropped his hand from his mouth and grabbed her hand. “Yeah?” The smile on his lips grew by the second. “Of course, I do, angel. You’re the best part of m’day—I want it every day.” She looked down slightly and smiled. Harry didn’t miss the blush that painted her cheeks and he squeezed her hand. “I love you,” he reminded her.

“God, I love you, too.”

It was Saturday. The first one they were living together. Harry moved into her place, and she was so utterly accommodating. There was so much room for all his stuff. She made it effortless. They went through everything logistically—her bed was bigger, but Harry had a better couch. Harry wanted to hire a mover, but she was insistent that she and their friends could do it. And they did.

It was embarrassing how long Harry lay in bed. He scrolled through social media, answered a few work emails, and read some of the books he started before he went to bed last night. He would have gotten up sooner if he noticed the sound of her wandering about the apartment. It wasn’t until he heard a few dishes clink together that he realized she was home. He assumed she may have been running a few errands—she mentioned them before—things she wanted to move in for herself.

After the dish clinking, he paid closer attention to her movements and that was when he heard the distinct sound of a cleaning spray bottle and the sound of the washing machine going. Shit. He thought to himself, threw the covers back, and marched out to the kitchen.

He realized he should have started with a good morning, but it was too late. “What are y’doing?” He asked.

“Oh! Hi Harry,” she jumped at his question. She must have only half heard him through the music playing in her ears. She turned to him with a hand over her heart. She wasn’t used to Harry being around so casually. She was used to him shirtless and only in boxers, but it was the first time seeing it in their own place. He didn’t seem amused as he waited for her to answer his question. Which she nearly managed to forget while she waited for her heart to simmer down. “Uh...cleaning?”

Harry looked...annoyed? That couldn’t be right. She didn’t do anything to cause him to feel annoyed. She was quiet and cleaning all morning. It couldn’t have been an issue. Harry was just hanging out in their room and—

“You’ve been cleaning all morning, yeah?” He said already knowing the answer. She felt like she was suddenly in trouble. She nodded solemnly.

“Uh...yes,” she said quietly.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Pursing his lips he glanced around at the near spotless place—their place. Their. Place. “Can y’go sit down for me, then?” He asked gently.

“I’m sorry?”

“Jus’...don’t want y’doing t’much. I wish I was paying attention more—I thought y’were...well I don’t know what I thought y’were doing. M’sorry. I’d like t’take it from here and do the rest of the cleaning so y’can lounge around.”

She swallowed and the uneasiness in her stomach transformed a bit into something less of feeling like she was about to get into trouble and more into a worry of not...being enough. “Oh, Harry. I don’t mind,” she whispered looking at her feet. “I...I’m really used to cleaning...I kind of like it and...I don’t know. I didn’t mean to bother you. I thought I was being pretty quiet, so I’m sorry if I woke you,” she spoke to his feet the whole time and she couldn’t shake the idea that he was mad. It made her so nervous that she had already ruined their first couple of weeks of living together.

He didn’t respond but he kept his eyes glued to her face—or where her face would be if she was looking up. “Kitten,” he said so quietly, almost sadly. “Can y’look at me please?” He asked. Tears were in her eyes, and it felt more like she was in trouble once more. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. Harry looked as sad as he sounded. He reached out and grabbed her hand. “M’not mad at you, m’love,” he whispered.

Harry was crushed by the relief that exhaled from her body. “No?” She whispered.

He squeezed her hand. “Angel, why would I be mad?”

“Um...” she swallowed again and smirked but there was no humor. It was just sadness. “Uh...I don’t know,” again, no humor, but a laugh escaped her lips.

“Kitten,” he hummed gently. Tears started to overwhelm her vision and she swallowed nervously against the emotion. When she sniffled, Harry finally lost the stand he was taking. The one where he was going to make her say it, because he wanted her to, and he didn’t think it was right. He pulled her forward and pressed her against his chest, her head beneath his chin and he sighed softly. “Tell me, baby,” he said rubbing his hand up and down her back. He kissed the top of her head and hated the way her shoulders shook from the tears that fell from her eyes.

She hated that he was so handsome—especially almost entirely naked because there wasn’t even the layer of a thin t-shirt to hide the tears that she was shedding. “He was,” she sniffled like it hurt to say.

“I know,” he sighed. “But m’not him,” he reminded her. “I don’t want you t’do it all, kitten. I don’t expect you to,” he slid his hands to her face, and he crouched just a little as he peered down into her eyes. “I love you,” he promised. “You’ve done so much for so long... for so many people.” Biting her lip, she turned her head from him. He wasted not even a second tilting her chin back, so her eyes were back to him. “Y’don’t have t’do anything for me,” his voice was so gentle it hurt. It made her feel sick and undeserving.

“If I don’t...then...” she sighed and closed her eyes.

“Kitten, please look at me,” he begged so quietly, she hardly heard him, but she didn’t open her eyes.

“Then...you’ll...not...want...me,” the pauses between each word hurt more than all of them said together. It meant she was thinking about every single syllable. Each word that was going to break her heart...and Harry’s.

It wasn’t the time to do it, but he couldn’t stop himself. Harry thought of the tulips. He thought of the times she thanked him for putting the laundry—the laundry that she washed and folded—away. The way she said “Really?” when he told her he loved her for the first time. There were all the times she never asked for anything from Harry but he could sense she wanted to but was...scared to do so. It made sense now. She was scared. For no reason. But still scared. Harry felt so angry toward every person that ever broke her heart and made her feel less than perfect. He hated when she hurt. “M’beautiful angel,” he sighed softly stroking his thumb over her face.

She sniveled and brought a hand to her face. “Harry,” she whimpered.

“I know, love,” he cooed softly and brought her back to his body. He let her cry for a few moments. He listened to the way she sounded like she was in pain as she let the tears fall freely and it made him so sad and upset, he could have cried himself. “Baby,” he hummed to the top of her head. “Y’don’t have t’do anything for me, m’love.” She nodded against him and he sighed. “Y’don’t, kitten. Y’really don’t need t’do anything,” he promised. He hoped if he repeated it enough she would believe him.

“But—”

“No,” he shook his head. He didn’t say anything else. It wasn’t final or demanding the way he spoke. It was just a simple no. There wasn’t anything else to be said. Harry let her tears subside before he settled her on the couch and finished her cleaning. For the first time since she moved in, she relaxed on a Saturday while someone else cleaned for her.

The love she felt for Harry was overwhelming.

They were lounging on the couch. The TV was on, but she was turned away from it, facing Harry’s chest. With one arm looped behind his head he could see the show and with his other hand he rubbed it up and down her back. It was so peaceful and gentle. It was everything he ever wanted in a relationship. It was everything he wanted with her. “Y’okay, love?” He hummed dropping a kiss to the top of her head. She nodded wordlessly and he smiled and continued watching his show.

“Wanna stay here forever,” she mumbled. He smirked, placing another kiss on the top of her head. He sensed there was more, but he hated pressuring her into saying more than she may have wanted to—after that first weekend she cried to him, he let her feel exactly what she wanted and how she wanted. Harry knew most of her thoughts. He of course wanted to know all of them, but he knew that she always told him anything she wanted to tell him.

“Is there more, kitten?” He asked quietly. She nodded. “Y’can tell me if y’want,” he reminded her gently.

“It’s stupid.”

He shook his head and glanced down at her perfect face and her fingers fidgeting with the cross and chain around his neck. “You’re anything but stupid, angel,” he felt her feet wiggle uncomfortably. He wanted to beg and pull the words from her lips, but he waited patiently.

“How do you know when I want to say more?” She asked instead.

“Because I adore you,” he responded instantly. She snorted a short laugh but didn’t seem to have an answer to that. “Jus’ know you so well, love. Been trying t’read your mind for the two and a half years...think m’getting pretty good at it. Now jus’ have t’make sense of what y’don’t say,” he smirked and kissed the top of her head.

“Are you frustrated that I don’t tell you things?”

He pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, course not.”

She was silent. “I think about marrying you every day,” she whispered so quietly Harry almost missed her words.

“Oh?”

“I never thought about a wedding with anyone I’ve ever dated in the past. It seemed like so much work because I would do all the planning and the everything...” she explained. “Now...God...I just...I want to show you off to everyone I know and show how wonderful you are because I know you would make the wedding of my dreams come true...because you make all my dreams come true.”

Harry was so quiet thinking about how that may not have seemed like much but to her it was—it was letting herself be vulnerable about wanting to spend her life with Harry. Without knowing how he felt—which was silly since he wanted to spend every second with her in his arms, reading her mind, or listening to her every thought. He wanted to cheer her every win and console her every loss. She was all his and he adored her so completely. He tipped her chin back. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he promised. He saw the way her face seemed to sink with relief which broke his heart, but he couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked even when she did—it left him breathless, wordless, soundless. Harry was convinced that even if they did end their relationship (and he was certain that would never happen) he would thank her for the heartbreak. As he always did when she left him speechless, he kissed her so deeply he thought he might never breathe again.

But it would have been the best way to go.

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Swept of my feet part 2

Javier Pena x reader

Note: you work with Pena and Murphy to take down Escobar.

Warning: swearing. Mention of sex, dirty dancing, lot of fluff

It has been weeks since that night Javi knocked on your door for coffee. He has a new excuse everynight since so he can come into your apartment and fuck you. He haven’t really slept in his own bed since, but you didn’t complain.

You still kept it a secret, going into work with separet cars, but you had additional touches here and there when it wasn’t obvious, and the flirting still went on. It was the one thing Murphy caught on. He always cleared his trought when there was anything suspicious.

Tonight isn’t different from the others, it is a long shift again, staying in until midnight wasn’t strange to any of you. As time went on, and fever the people got in the embassy the touchier Javi gets.

“Javier!” you play with the R, and it makes him crazy, you want to make him crazy. “Don’t be so touchy…” you giggle. “How will you explain to Steve if your hand sticks to my ass?” You wishper as you two lean over the printer.

“Chica, don’t do this to me!” He looks at you with pleading eyes.

“What, Javier?” That R Rolls from your lips and his eyes are fixated on the cieling.

“Dios ayúdame!” He wishpers before you walk away.

It suprises you how attached he became, how even obsessed he seemed, yet you knew it wouldn’t last long, it shouldn’t last long.

At midnight you call it quits, and head home. You just exit the shower when there is two loud knocks on the door. You already know who it is when you open it, but get suprised as he stands there with food in his hand.

“I know you are hungry!” He doesn’t takes a no for answer.

“Starving!” You agree, with a smile on your face. He steps in and you kiss him. “So hard to keep myself away from this!” You still let your fingers get lost in his hair.

“You tell me, chica? With all your flirting I am suprised the embassy didn’t catch on fire… yet!” His husky voice lingers on your lips as he Waits for an another kiss.

You kiss him shooting the door behind him, leading him to your sofa, putting the food on your coffee table, before pushing him down sitting in his lap kissing him.

“We should eat if you are starving!” He giggles into your mouth.

“I just like your taste more, than any food…” you answer, eyes still closed as his lips are still touching yours.

“Sometimes I forget I was the one sleeping with countless people, and not you!” He looks at you suprised. To be fair you were suprised too, you never knew you had such hunger in you for sex, but Javier woke up something in you.

You had dinner talking, laughing the whole time. To your suprise he knew what was your favorite food, and even knew the dessert you loved so much. You can’t wrap your head around this, he shouldn’t know all this, he should know where is your sweeet spot, that makes you cum, but your favorite food? No! That is something partners know, and you knew better than to hope anything romantic. Yet sometimes you felt more close to him, than anyone before, but than you always reminded yourself you are just a girl he fucks, there were a lot of whores before you, and most defenetly they will be after you. You should enjoy your night until they last.

Two days later

Javier’s point of view:

You begged the boys until the three of you didn’t go to your regular place to have a drink, but a place you set your eyes on, with live music and lot of dancing.

You excused yourself before exiting the embassy, and when you walked out in that revealing dress, that still was flowy at the bottom he forgot to let out the smoke cloud he had in, making him cough like a lunatic.

The three of you had a few drinks before you enter the dancing floor. You pick up the rhythm so quick, he can’t even wrap his head around it. You look so free, and happy as you dance around with all the people on the dancelfloor.

He wanted to join you so bad, even he wasn’t really a dancer. The realization hit him when you almost ate him up with your eyes while almost riding someone else’s leg as dancing with the fella, that noone can unsee the chemistry you two had.

“Who is this woman? Because this is not Y/N!” He hears Steve, but can’t take his eyes off of you.

“Esta es mi chica!” He mumbles as he starts to walk troward you, not even carrying what Murphy has to say. He grabs your hand and pulls you to himself. You loose your balance as you turn in his way and gasp as you bump into his chest and realise it is him. “You look beautiful, chica!” You slick his face as you look up to him, still chest to chest. You let your hand wonder on his body as you make him move with you to the music. Hips moving together, forheads pushed together, eyes on eachother. In just a few minute he gets the hang of it, and now as his body is pressed to yours he already understands why people like to dance.

“Shouldn’t we keep this a secret?” You giggle and it tickles his lips.

“Should we?” He asks back enjoying every inch your bodies meet, even his prick is rock hard from the moment you entered the dancefloor and he isn’t sure he wouldn’t let his loud in his pants if your hands would just wonder over the bulge in his jeans. “You enchant me, quarida!” He gets even closer to you, almost kissing you, yet still not crossing that line.

“Fuck it!” You pull him down for a deep, passionet kiss, as your fingers get lost in his hair. “I am not ashamed to be used by you!” You slick his face, fire burning in your eyes as you look into his.

“Are you sure I’m the one using the other and not the other way around?” He pulls you even closer, dancing to the beat. He couldn’t wrap his mind around how he spins you, how his body moves like it was used to this kind of movement. And he defenetly can’t wrap his head around how much he was already falling for you.

Your point of you:

The next morning Steve looks at you with such serious face, you start to think someone died, as Javier exits the car to buy some cigarettes.

“I don’t want you to get hurt by getting into something that you don’t know what…” you should’ve known he will bring up what happend last night.

“I won’t, I’m in nothing…” you say and it says on his face he doesn’t bielive you.

“You are clearly in something…”

“I don’t want more than I take, I know where are the limits, so I can’t get hurt if I know what I do!” You answer. It was obvious things will lead up to this conversation.

“And what is that exactly?” He is still looking mad. You don’t blame him, as he was watching the two of you kiss and dance for a massive half an hour before he excused himself.

“Enjoying eachothers company… Yes mostly eachother’s body, but don’t look at me like that!” You nodge him. “I know him, I know his past, and I know better than to think anything more could be between us!”

“It is already more than anything he had!” He looks at you concerned. “I’m not sure he is capable of anything you might want from this…”

“Steve, I really appreciate that you care about me, but I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself…” you can’t finish as he cuts in.

“Last night he called you his girl… it will complicate everything is you aren’t carefull!” He gets even more fustrated.

“He did what?”

“My spanish isn’t the best, but I still understood him…” he looks at you as he pittys you.

“I think he call every girl he fucks his…” you try to reason what you just heard.

To be continued…

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aita-blorbos · 10 months

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WIBTA if I saved everyone from an unstable lunatic?

I (?M -- the place I'm from uses a different calendar system) am an ambassador from another dimension, and as part of my job I'm supposed to check and see if there's anywhere that would make decent housing for my people. I found a place recently, but I also got roped into a bunch of politics I wanted no part in, and that's really been dragging the whole operation down.

Recently, things have gotten worse with one person in particular. He (??M, ghost) has been constantly spying on everyone, hiding in people's walls and eavesdropping on their conversations and the like, and I'm pretty sure he'd been stalking me specifically since he knows a bunch of stuff that I've never told him? I'm mostly willing to let that fly -- or I would be if the rest of his actions weren't extremely worrying as well.

For starters, he somehow got his hands on an IOU from me, and he's been holding it over my head ever since. The way he goes about it is creepy, too -- first he pulls me into his underground graveyard to giggle about it like an unhinged person, and says "it'll wait for the right moment." He figures out what he wants to ask me for? He doesn't shoot me a message, that'd be too normal of him. No, he specifically gets me to teleport to his underground lair full of lava and precious metals before asking me to steal something from a ritual we'd all been planning to try and get the queen unpossessed (long story).

I told him I'd do it anyway, but then a mutual friend of ours (??M) steals them first. Later, I find out that for some reason the ghost had instructed him to stop me from stealing the diamonds for reasons I cannot possibly fathom and frankly do NOT want to know. So not only did he try and get me to sabotage this ritual that was potentially our only hope of getting our friend back, he also asked someone to make it more difficult for me. He hasn't even told me what the diamonds are for.

Anyway, I get back in contact with my employers and tell them I'm going to need a little bit more time to canvas the area, because there's a lot going on and I don't want anyone to get inconvenienced, and then I end up getting dragged into a bunch more stuff -- probably a good thing I told my folks it'd take a while. The ghost contacts me again and reminds me about the IOU in the most menacing way possible (cornering me outside his house and going "what do the interest rates look like on your word?" in the creepy voice he knows I hate), a different mutual friend of ours (??F) might be possessed by the same thing that got to the queen, and the local HOA is sending me threatening messages for building things on my own property.

The ghost says he's got an idea for how to fix the situation, but his idea of "fixing" things basically caused the apocalypse, so I'm not super keen on that. I'm thinking of rallying a combination of my friends and some of my folks to exorcise him before he hurts anyone particularly badly -- I don't like having to suggest it, but it's becoming clear to me that he's the cause of pretty much everything that's gone wrong around here recently, and, I mean, needs of the many, you know?

The person I asked first (our second mutual friend) seems kind of on the fence about it, though, which I'm not sure I'm comfortable with. I'm thinking I might just get my own people for backup and deal with him myself so everyone can get some peace and quiet around here and I can get back to work doing what I was supposed to be doing this entire time. She's probably going to blame me no matter what I do, but WIBTA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #STALKING

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ryverbind · 1 year

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Strawberry Lipgloss [8]

"Okay," I tell dad through my sleepy eyes and groggy voice. "I have to make this believable." Dad nods ferociously, eyebrows drawn together curiously.

"So, excuse me for a moment," I say, holding up a finger and clearing my throat. Then, I scream a good, long, loud, unnecessary scream.

Dad flinches and I can't help but smile when he glares at me, clicking his tongue and undoubtedly disapproving of my unsavory tactics.

I finish my scream and cough a bit. That should be enough, seeing as I've managed to kickstart a scratchy throat.

I fish my phone out of my carry on bag and dial my boss's number. He ends up scowling at my excuse, but I think my coughing and hoarse voice passed his bullshit test. I promised him I'd be heading to the doctor while taking my day off.

My bags were packed and ready to go right before I headed to bed last night. I only left out a change of clothes and my toothbrush and toothpaste for the morning before packing them too.

I packed my mask as well. I wouldn't be meeting The Faces without it, after all.

A nervous smile pulls at my lips as I think of the intricate purple mask hiding safely in my luggage. I'll be putting it to good use for the first time ever tonight and the reminder sends a rejuvenating pulse through my body.

I'm going to be boarding my flight in about two hours and I'm so excited that I physically and mentally cannot stay still. I'm fantasizing about our meeting, wondering how it'll go.

Larry would probably notice me first and know that I was there. He would jump around like a lunatic and hug me, then try to pick me up with his little lanky self. I'm genuinely looking forward to finally being able to see his long, luscious hair that he's been growing since he was a teenager.

I haven't seen a photo of Larry since he was eighteen-- he's nearly twenty three now, so I'm sure his hair is incredibly long. He better not have cut it.

Sal will, hopefully, not associate me with a certain Lexi. But would he be kind to me? Would he recognize my voice?

I don't know what to expect of Todd, seeing as he's such a formal guy, but I know Ash is going to know me just by stance alone.

I can't wait to embrace my best friend, feel her warmth and the rush of emotions that'll come with finally being reunited.

I carry these thoughts with me as I tell my dad goodbye, giving him a tight hug and promising to stay safe. I ponder a bit more as I pass through security. I giggle and smile to myself while waiting outside my gate, and I pull out my phone to text Ash just because I can't keep all this excitement to myself as I settle into my seat towards the back of the plane.

All this excitement made the time pass ridiculously fast.

My veins are filled with never-ending adrenaline. My sleep-deprived brain is running on straight expectations and hope. My heart is pumping out optimism and begging for a break, but my mind doesn't let up. We're going to hold onto these positive emotions until we have to go home.

Me hiya ashy!! how's vegas? :P

Ashers <3 Hi baby!!!! Vegas is awesome so far. We're up at the crack ass of dawn (Larry and Sal hate it but Todd and I are troopers) for a meeting with some other popular streamers out here. I think it's some kind of breakfast meet and greet thing??? Idk. But how are you!!

Me well, not suffering like you guys lmao. just getting ready for an 8 o'clock shift. the usual.

Ashers <3 Yuck :( make sure you punch your boss for me. He's the whole reason I won't be seeing you!!!

Me no issue there. i've been waiting to lay a good one on him for ages. you're just giving me a good excuse to actually go through with it :3

Ashers <3 That is my job as your bad influence ;)

Me prayer hands to that, babe. wouldn't be where i am today without miss ash's guidance <333

Yes, I know, I should just tell Ash that I'm literally about to take off on a flight headed straight to Las Vegas, but the prospect of surprising her-- seeing the elation and shock on her face-- I can't pass that up. This'll be worth it.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off, ma'am?"

My head flies up and I meet a flight attendant's smiling gaze. Her lips are a fiery red, her hair meticulously and beautifully fixed into blonde waves flowing down her back.

I gape at her beauty for a moment before smiling politely. "Um, would you happen to have coffee? Or tea?" I ask after a moment, wincing at my own awkward question. I just really need some kind of caffeine.

"We have both!" she chirps, her sweet voice reminding me of Ash's. I can't help but smile wider at the connection. "Which would you prefer?"

"Coffee, if possible," I say, squeezing my phone a little tighter in my hands.

"Great! Creamer and sugar as well?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you!" I tell her, to which she nods then walks over to the seat in front of me to ask the people ahead the same thing.

I glance down at my phone again just as our pilot announces that we'll be taking off within a few moments. That means I won't be able to talk to Ash for a bit.

Ashers <3 Aww, you're too sweet, my little love. I'll always be here to catch you when you fall :D

Me i would hope so!! i have to go though, so i'll text you in a bit when i get a break, kay?

Ashers <3 Sure thing, sweetness! Se latrevo <3333

Me ermmmmm i love you too??? if that's what that means?

Ashers <3 It's Greek for "I adore you!!!"

Me cute <333 se latrevo too (LMAO)

I close my phone with a smile as the wheels of the plane start moving, only gaining speed as we practically fly down the runway. Exhilaration takes over my entire body as I look away from the woman beside me and stare at the fast moving objects outside of the little window.

The plane lifts from the ground and my stomach practically jumps in my body, all my limbs tensing up as I cling to the tray in front of me. That's it, I'm officially unable to go back on my last-minute plans.

It feels a bit refreshing knowing that I have no other option now. For the longest time (all night and all morning), I didn't think I'd actually be able to do it, but here I am. And I'm so proud of myself for this.

With my head held high as my coffee gets placed down beside me, I look around the inside of the airplane, glancing away from people who suddenly meet my gaze. I'm not embarrassed though, I'm on top of the world right now. There isn't a single thing that could turn my mindset around.

I'm going to finally fucking see my friends!

My eyes travel along the various rows of seats that I can physically see (which isn't all that much) and I'm momentarily blessed by the sight of a little fur baby passing by my row.

I perk up a bit more instantly, smiling as the woman sitting beside me spews out an audible, "Oh my goodness! Look at that baby!"

I watch the exchange between the woman and pet owner, noting the yellow lab who sits right on top of its owners feet, tongue hanging out of its mouth like it doesn't have a care in the world. The little vest around it's body catches my eye and I find myself respecting the lady beside me for not reaching out to pet the sweet baby. It's a medical service dog.

"What's their name?" The woman beside me asks, smiling down at the dog who pants heavily.

"Her name is Yeager," The owner says proudly, giving their dog a little head pat. "She's a cardiac alert dog, so thank you for letting her do her job."

"Oh, no need, honey!" The woman says politely before smiling at little (well, rather large actually) Yeager again. "What a hard-working little thing! She's such a good girl."

Watching the exchange suddenly turns into a horror movie for me, actually, it's a bit more like a nightmare in which I can't wake from. You know, when you're being chased but you physically can't move. That's exactly how I feel-- the freeing feeling of taking flight is replaced by the very obvious realization that I can no longer escape the personal hell that I've stuck myself in.

Fuck. Oh no.

I've really made a terrible mistake. Why couldn't my father have let me cry for a few days?

Is there any possible way for me to get off this plane? I don't care if I lose my life. It's better than landing in Vegas within the next hour.

We're already over three thousand and something feet in the air and probably traveling over a hundred mph, but maybe I can just... you know... pop open the emergency hatch and launch myself out of it. At least everyone would be able to talk about how I went sky-diving at my funeral.

The woman and the owner of Yeager continue to chat for a bit while I try to contain my flaming cheeks and wide eyes, pushing down the memory that holds me in a vice grip-- it's like I'm bound in chains, forced to listen to everything all over again.

How could I have forgotten? And worse, why did this woman calling a dog a good girl resurface the fucking memory? I'm losing it. It's official.

I was so preoccupied with not being able to go to Las Vegas that I forgot why I really shouldn't fucking go. And now it's too late.

I completely ignored the lingering memory of one of the most exhilarating nights of my life.

Yea, I'm an idiot. An unremarkable one, mind you, who was, again, reminded of Sal and I's salacious act simply because a woman uttered the words "good" and "girl" to a dog. The dog isn't my issue because she is, in fact, a good girl. I'm just shocked that I've traveled this low on the pyramid of idiocy and lunacy.

Sigmund Freud really would have loved me.

I finally decide to just duck my head down and let it rest on my tray, nearly knocking over my fresh, scalding hot coffee. My eyes are still wide as I cross my arms around my head, my cheeks still burning with the rage of 25,000 babies being denied titties. I mean, what better way to explain how betrayed I feel? And not to mention, I'm the damn betrayer. I've betrayed myself. Larry would be proud of that statement, at least.

Sally and I haven't talked about what happened-- nor do I want to talk about what happened (it's unavoidable). We haven't even spoken since he left me hanging like a little bitch when Larry jumped into the voice chat and scared the orgasm out of me.

Somewhere, somehow, my unconscious brain decided it would be a fantastic idea to have the conversation with Sally in person. Now, I'm forced to do just that. Fucking hell.

I gulp down my overwhelming feelings. There's no going back now, unfortunately. I'll just have to devise a plan that keeps Sally Face's mouth shut until we're alone (which I pray never happens) or until I'm back home, safe and sound.

Actually, this might be good for me. Sally, despite his shitty vendetta against me, is actually pretty shy and quiet in person. I doubt he'd be brave enough to say anything out loud, so maybe this will prolong the time I have before having to talk to him about our weird phone sex thing that happened the other night.

I mentally pat myself on the back. Maybe I'm not all that dumb. I, miraculously, have some kind of intellectual influence deep down for me to be this smart about avoiding an unwanted talk with my enemy. Perfect.

Doesn't change the fact that Sally is dangerously hot though, by the way.

Either way, I have to look Sally in the eye later knowing that I heard him beating the crap out of his dick to the thought of me. I'll never forget it, and part of me doesn't want to. It was really good.

And I'll also have to look him in the eye knowing that I completely submitted to him and tried to defy him in the end. And he'll know that too.

The thought makes me shiver and I feel like I might vomit for a moment. Whether I have to talk to Sally or not about what we did, I absolutely have to be near him tonight even if I don't want to. I can't escape his presence any longer.

If I think about my future dilemmas any more, I actually will jump out of this plane and risk everyone else inside of it the second I open this emergency hatch. Which, by the way, said emergency hatch is perfectly placed beside me like it was planned out beforehand that I'd sit in a place where I could make a quick getaway. That's it, death by sky-diving is my destiny.

Fuck this-- not like I can actually go back to twenty minutes ago and step off this plane. My fate is sealed and so is my fucking seat belt.

I huff out a quiet, pitiful sigh and close my eyes, wiggling in my seat to get into a better position. My coffee will go cold, but it's better than stressing over the near future knowing I had no time to prepare. Not to mention, any announcement from the pilot would probably stress me out and make me think I'll die. So a nap will do better than my anxiety will for the next hour.

And my nap turns out to be atrocious. I'm trapped in a cage, Sal's tattooed arms chaining me in. It's almost morbid-- especially since I still took the time to trace every inch of what I could remember about the intricate designs on his skin. I am a mess even when asleep and the messy part of my brain follows me into the waking world when a gentle shake startles me from my stupid ass dream.

I throw my head up, eyes wide as I turn to the woman beside me. She has a gentle smile on her lightly worn features, a couple grey hairs peaking through the dark strands that hang over her shoulder. She has a bag in her hand as she stands and people rush past her.

We've landed.

I take a deep, sleepy breath and smile at the woman. "Thank you," I mumble the raspy words, stretching quickly before standing up. "Didn't realize I slept so long."

"That's alright, sweetie," the woman says comfortingly. At least she's nice-- though, I'd gathered that much from the way she spoke to Yeager earlier. "Just wanted to make sure you got off the flight." She gives me a little nod then turns, walking off of the plane.

I deflate in my seat and watch a wave of jet-lagged people pass through the aisle in front of me, waiting for the crowd to clear up before I start gathering my things. I'm in no rush now, remembering that I'll be seeing Sally Face come nightfall.

But I'll also be seeing Ash, Larry, and Todd...

I lift myself from my seat with a grunt and push past a few people to quickly grab my bag from the compartment above my row of seats.

After getting off the plane, waiting for my second bag isn't too rough. It takes a good ten minutes for it to finally pop up on a conveyer belt, but I take off to a Starbucks next to the bag pick-up area to grab breakfast, which consists of a bagel, a cake pop, and a peppermint mocha frappuccino because it's my favorite bitch coffee ever.

I travel through the airport, one bag on my shoulder (which holds my breakfast) as I drag my suitcase behind me and glance around with my green straw in my mouth, constantly sipping on my cold coffee that is ten times better than whatever I ordered on the plane, clearly, since I ended up throwing it away anyway.

People whiz past me, disappearing up escalators or squeezing through packed doorways. I don't wish to be anywhere near it, I mean, who would? That's an anxious nightmare, but I know I'll have to subject myself to that torture eventually. I might as well just get it over with now so I can hail a taxi and get to my hotel. Then, I can hide for the rest of the day until tonight.

I push past a few people as I make my way to the doors leading out of the airport. I wish I could get a good look at my surroundings because the airport is ginormous, but I'm too focused on getting out of dodge. I have so many things I want to look forward to and want to avoid all at the same time, but I can't do that until I finally have time to relax in my hotel room.

I manage to panic enough to the point where I disregard anyone ahead of me in line and just grab a taxi toward the back, more than ready to get to my hotel and crash for the next few hours. I don't even want to think about how excited I am to see Larry, Ash, and Todd because the fear of seeing Sally just completely ruins it.

So I get dropped off at a plain Hilton a couple blocks away from the strip at about twelve in the afternoon, check into my room, and drag the remainder of my dignity as well as my heavy bags up a few stories before finally just crashing onto my bed.

I want to cry because I'm starting to wonder if this was a bad idea, but I am in Las Vegas. Dad paid for me to come visit my friends, so I have to do it. I'm sure it'll work out anyway. I doubt it'll turn out too bad, my head is just messing with me like it always does.

But right now, things just suck. The only good thing about my trip at this exact moment is that my bed is insanely comfortable. That's a pretty awesome outcome seeing as I just want to sleep to ignore all of my worries.

My day seems to fly by as though it's been sped up. My plane ride was made quick due to me being so much of a mess, and now my day is gone since I somehow wake up at about six in the evening.

I'm too distressed to put an actual meal in my stomach, so my dinner consists of complimentary cookies that got dropped onto my tray in the airplane. I can't stomach anything more than that. And for the rest of the time, I watch a few reruns of The Office, tucked into the sheets of my bed with the comforter pulled up to my chin.

At some point, I lift my phone that's been laying face down on my bed to see a missed call from Ash, a few texts in the Discord chat, and then I notice that it's fucking 8:30 pm.

On a normal day, I'd use my lateness as an excuse to just not go altogether, but I didn't waste dad's money and I didn't come all the way here to not see my friends.

I can call, well, talk to Ash later. She'll be seeing me soon anyway.

So, I jump out of bed with a frustrated curse slipping past my lips and run into the bathroom beside my bed. It's a small room, not like I need anything big. I'm just one person.

I'll have to be... fashionably late, I suppose. No issues there. I'm sure many people are going to show up late. It's not like it'll end thirty minutes after it begins, right?

I take a quick shower, blow dry my hair, and put on some eyeliner and mascara. I'm not trying to make a statement. If anything, I'm trying to fly under the radar. Hopefully the little bit of makeup conceals me from being recognized. The last thing I want is for Larry or Todd to recognize me as y/n.

After my face and hair are done, I throw on fishnets and tuck a Fall Out Boy shirt into a black skirt that rests on my hips, then I throw on my worn black and white, hightop vans.

It's nothing special. My boi Kieran said to wear whatever, so I am. At least the fishnets add a little fun to the look.

My last little addition is the mask I bought just a few days ago. It feels as though it weighs hundreds of pounds in my two small hands. But not in a bad way-- I just cherish it so much that the weight of its unspoken value almost seems to double as I simply gaze upon it.

With a breath, I situate it onto my face, tucking the straps under my hair.

I pack a few bills into the back of my phone case and check my bank account, making sure I have a bit of money there too in case I need it. Then I finally run out of my room and out of the hotel in general, hailing a taxi who takes me through the city, adding another thirty minutes to my trip because of traffic.

Despite my poor punctuality, I can't help but feel mesmerized by all the tall, lit up buildings swarmed with people. And once the MGM Grand comes into view, I feel nervous with all the people hanging around the entrance like a pond of alligators waiting to feast upon my bones. It's a scary feeling, but hopefully I can squeeze past everyone and find where I need to go.

My taxi stops in the middle of people, right in front of the door. It's worst case scenario-- I have to step out in the middle of a raving crowd. I don't want that, but what else can I do?

I scramble out of the car, swinging around in a panic when the taxi screeches off behind me. I stare at the spot that repopulates with people instantly, all chatting and looking up at the giant, towering building in front of us.

It's hypnotizing, beautiful. I feel dizzy just by staring up at the roof that covers the driveway before I look over to the doors that almost seem to glow. But unfortunately, the moment doesn't last long because I can't see much through the ridiculous amount of bodies in my way.

Las Vegas sucks while I have my feet on the ground. There are way too many people which makes the views hard to enjoy, especially as I find myself fighting through everyone in my way who just wants casino's.

I eventually stagger through the doorway, trying to hold myself back from running over to a desk with a few workers hanging around. Damn, I really want to go back to my hotel. I've had enough of being around people today.

My stomach feels queazy and my limbs tremble a bit as I take quick steps, my presence easily gaining the attention of a lady working behind the counter.

She smiles politely at me, but a curious, almost wary look crosses her gaze as she watches me walk up. She's probably confused by the mask, but I don't have the time or the desire to explain why I'm wearing it.

"Um, hi," I murmur, smiling carefully. "I'm trying to, uh, get to the roof. For the party." The words are almost too quiet, so I force myself to speak louder despite the tremor tainting my voice.

"Oh," the woman says sweetly, still eyeing me carefully. "I need to see your invite, then." She's kind, but something about her forced expression tells me she fucking hates her job.

I pull my phone from the waistband of my skirt and open up my email to get to the invite before passing the device to her. I watch as her eyes scan over my phone and she purses her lips before handing it back to me.

She looks down, grabbing a clipboard. "Name?" she asks.

Yikes. I mean, it wouldn't be my actual name right? Kieran doesn't know me-- he only knows Vi.

"Um, VioletViolence," I whisper, cracking my knuckles and trying to keep my feet still. I don't need to scuff up this nice floor.

The woman's eyes narrow as she drags her eyes over the paper, flipping it to another sheet before her eyes widen a bit, "Aha!" she exclaims, like she's proud of herself. "Here you are. I'll give you a passcode for the top floor, you have to put it in as soon as you get into the elevator. After that, you're good to go!"

She cheered up a lot. I guess it helped to find out that I'm not some random crazy person.

"Oh, okay. Thanks," I smile cautiously.

Turns out, the passcode to the roof is 1989, just like the Taylor Swift album. That'll be easy to remember.

I punch the code into the elevator nervously, watching as a little green light envelops the button for the roof. Then, I travel slowly upwards for what feels like five full minutes until the doors finally open up to a party that practically smacks me in the face.

I look through the crowd, my heart beating wildly while a mix of electronic and rock music pulses in the air around me. People take up almost every inch of space on this rooftop. At some point, I note the LED lighted (and probably heated) pool crowded with randoms.

My eyes wander every which way in awe. I've never been to Vegas in my life, but the view is so much more than I expected now that I'm able to actually get a good look at it. Everything is exceptionally tall, super modernized and lavish, and lit up with a plethora of colored lights. Actually, I can see The Venetian from here.

I make my way to the edge of the rooftop, squeezing past people to get a good glimpse of the lights, buildings and moving life below me.

This moment feels so surreal. I'm surrounded by people I don't know, just like I have been all damn day, looking for my four-- three-- friends who aren't even expecting me. Right here, in this moment, I'm alone in one of America's busiest and most well-know cities.

I have so many fucking options. Hell, if I really wanted to, I could jump from this roof to the balcony below and get cheered on. Everything-- anything-- goes in Las Vegas.

The area is fun, but the situation is dangerous. I'm feeling risky. It's a stark contrast to how nervous I was moments ago, but seeing all of Las Vegas from up here has brought me back to life in a way.

To my left is a pool side bar, though, which will ultimately help me in the long run. If I want to pursue my risky thoughts that I'm too afraid to act on when sober, then alcohol is a good start.

I push through bodies again, holding onto one half of my mask in fear. I think I'd call it quits on life if I get pushed around so much that it falls off. Genuinely, I'd just pack up and leave.

Out of everything though, that's my only true fear at the moment, even with the lingering reminder that I'll have to find The Faces soon. I have, well, used to have horrible social anxiety, and yet here I am in one of the most social situations I've even laid my eyes on in years.

Here, I actually have to converse with people unlike whenever I was in the airport and getting into this casino/hotel--whatever it is. This right here is something to feel good about.

I'm proud of myself.

I weave past another person and slap a hand onto the bar counter, hanging on for dear life when a few people shove past me and nearly take me with them. Wincing, I make awkward eye contact with the bartender who just stares at me.

Yea, asshole. Could have helped.

"Whatcha got?" The bartender asks, filling up multiple glasses. I know he's busy. There are people in every free spot around the bar. What a fucking party, right?

"Um, can I get a screwdriver, I guess?" I yell to him, trying to make sure he can hear me over the music.

He nods once, grabbing another glass. "$15."

My eyes practically shoot out of my head and I feel like I'll choke on the way I'm being strangled with my pretty much empty bank account. "Is that a joke?" I cough out, watching as he fills the glass up with the equivalent to three shots.

The bartender shoots me a frustrated look that immediately tells me he isn't kidding.

He puts a splash of orange juice into what I would consider straight fucking alcohol then scoots it over to me.

I wince, giving my glass a little twirl in hopes to give myself some clarity and not straight vodka towards the bottom of the glass. Then, I pull a $20 from the back of my phone case and pass it to him. "Keep the change," I murmur, plucking a straw from a styrofoam cup then returning to my task of attempting to find The Faces.

Honestly, finding the group in a sea of people like this is probably impossible. There are just so many bodies and not enough consideration for the poor souls (me) trying to find their way around.

I can just barely make out an unoccupied stage. There's a microphone set up on it and speakers towards the back. It's right on the edge of the large rooftop, so maybe I'll be able to find some space there and catch a breath before I keep looking.

And of course, I could make this easier for myself and just call Ash. I could make this entire search simpler for everyone by letting her know that I have shown up. Who wouldn't do that?

But I'm scared. I love Ash more than anything and she's my best friend, but I also haven't seen her, Larry, or Todd in over ten years. The thought of physically reconnecting after so long worries me. Talking online is easy compared to actually being there, in person, flesh and all, for the thought process of every single question and answer. What if we all are too awkward and don't know how to physically speak to each other?

It's an anxious worry that makes me shiver as I break through the end of the thick crowd.

Suddenly though, I don't have any time left to worry again like I've been doing all day.

I should have known that Sally Face would be as close as he could possibly be to music. Thus, there he is, standing in front of the stage with his back leaned against the edge. And where he goes, the rest of the group goes.

All the air leaves my lungs all at once. My feet are cemented to the ground and my free hand bunches into the fabric of my black skirt.

They stand in a row-- Sally, Ash, Larry, then Todd.

Sally Face is the shortest one in the group. I never would have suspected it just by meeting him once. I mean, he isn't exactly short. I'd say he must be between five foot eight and five foot ten. That's a decent height. But Ash is a head taller than him-- that alone shocks me into stillness. And Larry is even taller than Ash. Then Todd is about Ash's height.

As always, Sally looks delectable. Just looking at him once fills me with memories of his sultry, dirty words and the feeling of his skin beneath my fingertips. What a dangerously frustrating man.

He's wearing a tan, almost sandy colored, Memphis May Fire shirt paired with black jeans and classic vans. The neutral colors clash wildly against the bright, slap-you-in-the-face color of his hair alongside his expressionless prosthetic, but I'm into it. He looks so fucking good and I can see the tattoos on his arms so well.

How I ache to run my hands over every inch of ink covering his skin. To see him flinch beneath my touch again. To read his story depicted in images that stain his body. It's a deep yearning that fills me with a feeling akin to rage-- it's just as euphoric, adrenaline-inducing, and deteriorating as rage is to me.

My eyes rake over him inch by inch, dragging up and down slowly until I've memorized each curve, crevice, freckle, scar, and every other little thing easy to miss regarding his physical body.

I wish I could see more of him. I want nothing more than to peel that prosthetic off of his face and get a look at the beauty he hides so desperately. I just know deep in my soul that he's pretty. There's no way a handsome asshole like him wouldn't have a pretty face.

His electric blue eyes rake across the area in front of him, but he thankfully never looks at me. It gives me an open opportunity to ogle him from afar.

I trail my eyes from his bruised fingertips, all over his ink-stained forearms while I meticulously map out each twist and turn of the veins that lead up to his lightly bulging biceps. Then, I follow the curves of his lightly scarred neck.

Somehow, the in-person image of his pretty throat is better than the photo Larry sent me. That shattered sword tattoo glints under the lights, a result of the thin sheen of sweat on his skin. It brings out the barely noticeable differences in the color of his skin-- his scars. They're lining the underside of his jaw and just a bit on the left side of his neck. I wish I could bite into his skin.

His messy hair and fringe cover the top and sides of his prosthetic, but I'm still able to get a good look at the dips and curves of every inch of it. I'm even able to see the top corner of his prosthetic that's pink instead of white. I wonder why that is.

But even if they aren't real, I can't help but stare at his prosthetic lips. Someday, I'll get to feel his real lips behind the barrier between me and his face.

I try to shake off the simp side of my brain, shocked at my own thoughts. Why am I so eager just over one look at him? Am I that bad off right now? This is an issue.

Sally Face is dangerous.

He has this confident, god-like aura about him that drips with the equivalent to gold-- if there was a color to describe the way he acts, it would be gold. It's in his stance, in his sharp and hypnotizing gaze, in the way he curls his fingers towards himself in a gesture as Ash watches him-- they're likely talking.

Sally face is tantalizing in every aspect of who he is. Personality, looks, vibes. I want my fingers in his cerulean hair so I can ruffle up the soft looking, layered waves. I want to drag my fingertips down the few scars littering his neck. I want to shatter that sword on his throat a little more, see how much deeper he can break. I want his pale skin between my teeth, and I want his gaze on me.

But these are silly thoughts. I can't embrace or act on them. Especially not right now.

I turn my gaze to Ash, the reincarnated Aphrodite dripping in modern eloquence. When imagining the most beautiful woman to walk the earth, I'd think of her over and over again. I feel that anyone else would, too.

Ash's hair has grown since her major cut about a year ago, it's just hanging over her shoulders, brushing her upper back. It's the color of silky chocolate, flowing smoothly and elegantly as though she'd spent hours preparing it. And hell, maybe she did spend a while fixing it up. But the point is that she makes effort look effortless.

The model-like air about her is swathed in a kind-hearted and welcoming feeling that comes just from seeing her do something as simple as smile. Ash is completely one of a kind, an alien in a realm where beauty is misguided and thought to be something else entirely. She's too breathtaking to be walking within ten feet of me. She's too good for this universe she's been sent to.

Ash is wearing a maroon colored dress that hugs her curves in every perfect place possible. There's a slit going up the right side of the dress-- her thigh squeezes against the fabric, more than likely attracting every person's attention within a three-mile radius. She's simply and utterly a sight to behold.

Not like she needs makeup, but even the little bit that she's wearing on her celestially stunning face compliments her dress, her personality, and her overall aura perfectly. Just a little bit of a dark brown shade on her eyelids, accentuating the glowing color of her viridian irises as she, oh shit, makes eye contact with me. But it's only for a moment before she... looks away again?

Anyway, her pearly white teeth are on display when Sally nudges her, pointing off into another direction. Each of her features lifts with the action and makes her look even more otherworldly. She's something else entirely.

I continue dragging my eyes along the entire group, passing my gaze over Larry now who absolutely blows my mind. In fact, I can't quite believe that it's the same scrawny, metal-loving, long-haired, emo teenager I last saw a photo of just two years ago.

Larry is ripped in every meaning and centimeter of the word. He used to be an awkward, lanky guy-- but now, his biceps seem like they're hardly able to fit into his plain black t-shirt, even his chest is squeezing against the fabric. Veins protrude over the inside of his forearms-- a tidbit I notice when he gestures over to Ash to mention something.

Small tattoos litter various areas of his tanned arms, little crosses or x's, I even see a My Chemical Romance and Sanity's Fall tattoo on him. The ink is a beautiful complement to his honey-colored skin. He's incredibly handsome, I'll give him that. Even in just a plain shirt, black jeans, and red converse-- he's killing the look and making it something unique to him. Actually, I'll bet he wore that shirt because it looks best on him.

I trail my eyes up his sculpted neck and to his striking, chiseled face that seems to have matured quite a bit in the past couple years. His eyes are a mesmerizing and dominant shape that beautifully accompanies his dark brown eyes that seem to mimic the shade of black coffee with just a splash of creamer. His angular cheekbones and jawline make him seem like a fully functioning Roman sculpture come to life. And more than anything, I'm so excited to see that the cute gap between his front teeth is still present when he flashes a hypnotizing smile to his left while running a tattooed hand through his hair.

Larry's septum is pierced, a new addition to his look that I didn't hear of. While a minimal difference, it gives him a boost in the 'attractive guy' department. He looks so different, but so familiar. All in all, he looks just as lickable as Sal does, only he's one of my best friends and I absolutely refuse to pursue anything that could break the bond I have with him.

I finally turn to Todd, a fleshed out man who's incredibly elegant in his own right. He's drool-worthy in a contrasting way compared to the rest of the group-- he's the embodiment of an academia professor and he's absolutely killing the look.

Todd's face is cherubic, angelic even but still handsome in a way that seems to make him shine in the dark of the night. The curves of his face are visible, but not sharp and cut-throat like Larry's features are, for example. Little light freckles paint the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks, bringing out the inebriating color of his nearly colorless, inky eyes. Thin lips and a light brush of facial hair on his chin really brings his pretty features together to make him look even more attractive, especially under the moonlight and LEDs.

His curly, red hair is styled in a side part, a singular curl hanging over his forehead in a way that fills me with an urge to push the hair into place with the rest. And perhaps he styled his hair like that on purpose, to make everyone yearn to touch him.

He's dressed in black trousers that are perfectly ironed, a white, button-up dress shirt, and a dark grey blazer that could almost be considered some type of trench coat if not for the style. Then, a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

Todd pulls off the look wonderfully, and never in my life did I imagine I would ever see him sporting dark colors, but the neutral and darker shades look amazing on him. Compared to the monotonous, bright-colored boy I knew as a child, Todd has matured into what he was always meant to be. And fuck, Neil is a lucky guy.

All of my friends are so hot that they are too hot for me. How could I possibly walk up to the equivalent to famous paintings and sculptures? I mean, they're so perfect that I feel as though I need to do a double-take because I can't wrap my head around the fact that they're real. How can anyone be so absolutely gorgeous? Not to mention, four of them standing side-by-side in the same exact place at the same time. And the slim chances that they all became best friends just tops it off and I feel burning jealousy over the thought of it.

I'm not jealous over their friendship or their looks, just that they seem so happy. Joy and true contentment is a feeling I've chased all my life, but never quite gotten close enough to grasp. To know that my full potential with happiness is out of reach, but they're bathing in the feeling... it makes me feel even farther from getting to embrace positivity.

But maybe this is a sign. Maybe they are my opportunity to drown in the throes of joy. Maybe they're meant to be my happiness-- my contentment personified, depicted in the form of actual physical, human beings.

Could be. I've never looked for parts of myself in others because I've always felt that my own emotions are something I have to achieve on my own.

Maybe I've been looking at everything all wrong. Maybe... maybe my morals are outlandish and out of place to the point that I've been depriving myself of real chances to feel something.

I know this-- I literally see an open opportunity to pursue one of my biggest dreams right in front of me, and yet I'm still unable to move my feet. I can't make myself finally meet what I've always wanted.

I can't even tell my friends hello.

This is pissing me off. Why can't I fucking move? I flew out last minute and have spent hours waiting alone to surprise my friends, but I'm too cowardly to actually spend time with them? Absolutely pathetic. I'm disappointed in myself and I'm tired of feeling that way.

I pat a hand around the top of my drink until I grab onto my straw. I pull it into my mouth and gulp down liquid fire as I let my eyes continue wandering over The Faces repeatedly. Yea, I probably look like a creep but I won't be able to walk up to them unless I have something to boost my confidence. As far as I'm concerned, alcohol is the only confidence I have. And if I look away from the group, I could lose them. I don't want to trek through this minefield to find them again.

It takes me a moment to trick myself into thinking that the alcohol will take effect immediately, but my legs finally move. I feel like I'm floating-- and way too fast at that-- as I grow closer and closer to the group, looking to Ash like a lifeline.

Out of everyone here, I'm closest with her and I'm begging, praying with just my eyes that she looks over and recognizes me and helps me grow accustomed to finally being around again.

More importantly, I hope no one is awkward with me. I think I'll just turn around and catch a plane back home if shit flops.

I get close enough to the point that Ash turns to me with a mix of curiosity and concern dancing in her eyes. I feel self-conscious beneath her gaze, but the look in her eyes slowly turns into something interesting and I find myself shrinking a bit as I stop my pursuit just two feet away from her.

My vans scuff the ground when I stop and I tilt my head up to look into her enthralling green eyes. My heart pounds wildly against my ribcage and my palms grow clammy all the while Ash simply grins down at me. Her irises twinkle, an intrigued look passing through her gaze.

"Hi," her soft, melodic voice purrs. "Nice to meet you."

Oh.

I'm thrown off by the fact that she can't recognize me, but when the mask is taken into account as well as the fact that she hasn't seen a photo of me since I was sixteen, it's understandable.

Not only that, I'm preoccupied on the thought that it seems she may be trying to flirt with me.

"Hi," I greet back, fighting off any possible signs of nervousness. I'll murder my anxiety if I can't play off my fear right now. One thing's for sure though, I don't have to worry about any awkwardness. "We've met before," I add in, giggling a bit.

I shock myself when the sound comes out a bit seductive. I don't mean to flirt back-- but what's the problem with that? Ash is my best friend for one, we flirt all the time, but she's also fucking stunning. I see no problems.

Ash tilts her head, scrunching her eyebrows as she flashes her perfect smile at me. Her eyes trail over my body and I instantly feel myself stiffen, heat washing over my cheeks. Her reaction to me is real-- this isn't us acting friendly because we know each other. This is Ash rizzing up a stranger.

"Really? I think I'd remember you if we've already met," she says with a soft laugh, chewing on her bottom lip as our eyes meet again. "When did you see me?"

I suck in a breath, trying to calm my fluttering heart and hot cheeks. "Instead of telling you," I say randomly without any thought, "How about we play a game? The group of you can try and guess who I am." Smiling, I glance over at Larry who's smirking down at me, his sharp eyebrows and deep gaze forcing that blush back to my cheeks.

Todd watches me, expressionless with his hands in the pockets of his neat pants. He doesn't move an inch.

And I don't dare look at Sally who's been quiet too.

Ash narrows her eyes, pinching her lips together to contain a smile. She glances to Sally then over to Larry and Todd before focusing on me again. "Okay," she hums. "I love games."

I flinch back when she gravitates a bit closer to me, her gaze flickering over my mask then to my lips. Is this the same Ash who screamed in excitement over everything when I was younger? And scarier, I find my heart racing because her interest in me is exciting.

Two can play at this dangerous game.

I take another leisure sip of my drink, bringing it to my mouth with shaky hands as I turn my gaze to Ash's glossy lips.

Her top lip is a bit bigger than her bottom lip. She has a soft cupid's bow accentuated by highlighter that was purposefully and meticulously placed there. Her lips look soft, plush. Maybe it's just the glitter or the way the lights reflect off her lipgloss. Either way, I'm sure she'd be fun to kiss.

What the fuck am I doing?

Ash leaves my field of vision almost immediately. I look up, noting that she's sat on the edge of the stage with a smirk on her hypnotizing lips like she knows she has me wrapped around her finger.

"So, Mystery Girl," she says, a seductive lilt to her sing-song voice. "Can you give me a little hint to start?"

I glance over, making eye contact with a concerned Sally Face. One of his elbows is propped on the stage behind him and the other is languidly resting on Ash's thigh.

He watches me carefully, no doubt sizing me up. I've noticed that he finds threats to his group then carefully assesses them. The fact that I'm saying I know Ash probably raised alarm bells in his head.

I look over to Larry next, watching as he raises his eyebrows and turns his back to me, leaning his elbows on the stage as he watches Ash's side profile. He has a really nice, strong back, by the way. Also, I'd love to braid his hair one day.

Todd stays in his same position, he even rolls his eyes when Ash tilts her head at me, waiting for me to give her an answer.

But what kind of hint could I give her? Almost anything I'd say would make her figure me out immediately. I'm really having to think hard about this because everything that comes to mind is something she knows.

I'll have to be careful about this. I have to give her a hint of a hint. Something she may have a memory about, but doesn't know for sure.

I bring my straw to my lips, sipping until I get closer to the bottom. Straight fucking vodka. Damn that bartender.

"Sorry, I'm thinking of a hint. I don't want to give myself away," I muse, throwing a wink at Ash. She immediately grins. "That would take the fun out of the game, wouldn't it?"

Ash giggles cutely as Larry turns around again, watching me with narrowed eyes and a ghost of a smile on his lips. What is that hunk of hotness thinking? I already know what's going through Sal's head-- but is Larry on his level?

"You're right. Take your time," Ash says in her soft, lulling voice.

I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, still thinking as hard as I can. I'm coming up with blanks. I need to pull a rabbit out of a hat, but I'm going to have to stall until I get there.

"Want to hug me and see if it feels familiar?" I ask, narrowing my eyes and opening my arms. My hand tightens around my drink as it slowly slides through my fingers.

Ash's eyes widen slightly and she stands again, her feet tapping the ground once she slides off the stage. She looks off to the side and purses her lips, taking just a step toward me. "Can I kiss you instead and see if that feels familiar?"

My breath catches in my throat and the drink in my hand feels even more slippery as I try to jump over this shock hurdle. I need to get myself together and answer her instead of actually going with this insane proposition she's dropped on me like a weight.

"We aren't familiar in that way, darling," I giggle lightly, letting my arms fall to my side.

Ash shrugs, a guilty grin pulling at her lips. "And? We can just do it anyway."

A deep, amused cackle makes me look past Ash and to Larry who has a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, couldn't hold back the laughs," he snickers. His sharp eyebrows arch further as he raises them at me. "You're in danger, MG."

"That's comforting," I say, laughing at Larry's failed attempt to hide his reaction to me and Ash's flirting. He's an evil little thing and clearly he chases a tense situation to get some laughs. "Maybe Ash is the one in danger."

My eyes cut over to Ash as she takes another step toward me. "Please let me find out if I'm in danger, I promise you won't regret it." She bends her knees just a bit for a moment, clasping her hands together with a mind-swaying look in her eyes. She's begging without words.

I glance at Sally quickly. He's still quiet, but he looks like he's on guard and intrigued at the same time.

Fuck, how do I get out of this. Todd's even standing up straight, watching us with a disgruntled look and curiosity in his eyes. They're expecting me to give in and I'm not entirely sure if I want to say no in the first place. Which is bad.

I don't have any feelings other than platonic love for Ash, but I've missed her so much that I genuinely would love to kiss her senseless. It's like reconnecting with the other half of my heart for the first time in years-- which, honestly, that's exactly what this is.

"Do you care who I am, Ash?" I ask, tilting my head questioningly. If we're going to kiss, I want to make sure she isn't going to lose her entire head once she finds out who I am.

"Yes, I want to know who you are. In regards to a kiss, I don't care who you are. When I find out, I'll probably be happy we kissed." She sends me a sweet little smile then licks her bottom lip.

"Okay. Then my only condition is that we are only friends and you have to remember that. Nothing will come of our kiss." I dip my head down a bit, trying to show that I'm being serious.

"If nothing will come of our kiss, then why are we going to do it?" She asks, starting to take quick steps toward me.

I take one step back, just to slow her down until we can finish this conversation. "We're going to do it because you're beautiful and I've missed you so much that I wouldn't be happy with anything less than a kiss."

Ash huffs out a laugh, growing close enough to take my hands into hers and yank me toward her. She towers over me and I have to tilt my head up to get a good view of her. "You must know me well then," she purrs, her expression filled with curiosity and eagerness. She's reckless. It's fun. "Are you ready?"

"I... think so?" I murmur, quickly licking my lips. Ash's cool hand trails up my arm and then to the base of my neck, pulling me closer to her.

"If you don't want to, say no," Ash says honestly, leaning down so that we're face-to-face. She looks into my eyes, trying to tell me that it's okay to say no. She won't go through with this if I don't want to.

"I-- I want to, I'm just nervous--"

"Don't be nervous. It'll be quick." Ash's serious expression washes away as she glances at my lips then back to my eyes again, pretty smile enveloping her lips again.

I nod, my heart thumping wildly against my chest as she leans forward. I grab onto Ash's wrist as her other hand gently brushes over my cheek.

And then her lips are on mine. She's still for a moment and so am I, just squeezing my eyes shut as I try to adjust to the feeling of her lips.

They're softer than I expected them to be, but sticky. And for that reason, I grip onto her wrist tighter because it feels like she's stuck to me and I'm not upset about it.

Ash takes my squeeze as a sign, tilting her head a bit. The movement causes her lips to slide perfectly against mine and butterflies flutter to life in my stomach.

I kiss her back, enjoying the way Ash's lips mold to mine so deliciously. The feeling is addictive and if it weren't for her sudden intake of breath, I'd probably pull her even closer. But her reaction reminds me that we're in public and that this is just a little test.

Ash pulls away just as quickly as she kissed me. She was right-- it was quick. And I actually thoroughly enjoyed it.

My eyes flutter open and I look up. Ash's hands are still on either side of my face, but she watches me with a tilted head and narrowed eyes-- like she's trying to figure me out. Like... the kiss actually gave her a clue, which would make no sense.

Then, she leans forward and slams her lips on mine for just a second. I shake my head once she pulls away and look up at her with a puzzled expression that I just can't control. What the fuck.

"Is your name Victoria?" Ash turns her head to the side, eyes wide and brows furrowed like even she's confused.

I choke on air over the near accuracy. What the fuck kind of succubus is Ash? How on earth did a kiss give her the first two letters of my nickname? Is this some joke? Does she already know?

"No, my name isn't Victoria," I force out through coughs, wheezing as I blink through my tears.

Ash lets me go, putting a hand on her hip and another on her chin like a real Sherlock Holmes.

I glance over at the boys quickly. Larry has wide eyes and a shit-eating grin on his face. Sally's looking away from us with his hands resting between his legs. He isn't slick. Todd is just shaking his head.

Men.

"Well, who the hell are you?" Ash murmurs to herself.

An audible, obnoxious sigh pulls my attention away from the viridian-eyed beauty again and I look over to Sally who hops off the stage and turns away from us quickly. "I'll be back," he murmurs with shaky breaths. "I'm going get a drink."

Larry snorts. "You lying bastard," he says, patting Sal's back. "You're just as gozzled as me right now."

Sally groans, walking away from Larry without a word. And Larry turns toward him, raising his arms. "What!?" he yells a bit louder as Sally disappears through the crowd. "I'm not wrong!"

"You kiss just like Victoria did," Ash suddenly says, pointing an accusing finger at me. She's gone from playful to serious in just a matter of minutes.

A laugh falls from my lips and my tense stance slackens a bit. "Oh, thank God." I twirl my drink again and shake my head. "I thought you just manifested that name from a kiss. I was freaked."

"Were you?" Ash narrows her eyes and takes a step toward me again. I find that deja vu feeling tickling the back of my brain.

I swallow thickly, never answering as I look over to Larry with pleading eyes. He only shakes his head, flicking me off with a devious and beaming smile. No fucking help.

"So, was I close with the name then? Because why else would you be nervous." Ash pries, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. "Actually, what are you doing here? Why wouldn't you just tell us who you are? Are you someone that we don't like?"

My mouth gapes open like a fish, opening and closing while I fight for an answer. My mouth feels dry and my hands are clammy again. "N-No. You guys like me. You've never had any issues with me, well, Sally doesn't like me but other than that we've all gotten along very well. Incredibly well, in fact!" I hold my hands out in front of me just as Ash stops walking toward me. "You guys love me, well, I hope. Actually, I don't really know. Maybe you all hate my guts, I wouldn't be able to tell."

Ash looks confused, like she's trying to grasp onto what I just spewed at her. My answer didn't convince her, it just fucking confuzzled her.

"I can't believe it." I turn my head when Todd talks for the first time. He doesn't have that borderline angry look on his face anymore. In fact, his eyes are a bit wide and he isn't frowning. I'd say this is his excited face. "You're Vi."

I don't know what to say as my mouth falls open again. I just stare at Todd and that seems to confirm it for him, so I shut my mouth and swallow through the dryness on my tongue. My throat burns and it feels like my heart's dropped out of my ass. I expected everyone to be stuck for hours, not for fucking Todd to sniff me out in just five minutes.

Larry suddenly scrambles into a standing position, his expression the first one I've seen tonight that isn't smiling. His lips are parted and his eyebrows are bunched together like someone just told him Dolly Parton died.

I pull my eyes away from the two men and look up at Ash, noting her slackened expression. Then, suddenly, she's become the same person I see on videos and talk to over the phone. The same best friend that I joke and bicker with.

In her soft, surprised, high-pitched voice, Ash asks, "Is that really you, Vi?"

There are tears on her waterline, but then there's hope in her eyes. Hope in the way she takes a stumbled step toward me with her hands clutched to her chest like she doesn't know what to do with them.

And I can't tell her I'm not Vi. She looks so torn up in the best way and it would tear me up too if I wasn't honest with her.

"Yea," I rasp out. "It's me, Ash."

Ash turns into a blur as I'm lifted from my feet with immense screams of joy filling my ears. Ash throws me around like a dog's chew toy and bellows so many indecipherable things that I'm taken aback for a moment, but overall relishing in the joy that seeps from her and into me.

"You told me you weren't fucking coming, Vi, what the fuck!? And it's been like ten years! Where the fuck? How-- What-- Where did you come from? How did you get here!?" Ash shrieks into my ear, a sob or two getting twisted into her words.

I chew on my lips, finally wrapping my arms around Ash's neck as she continues to throw me around like I weigh nothing. Hell, she has some upper body strength.

Tears start to sting my eyes as all of my senses are filled. I can smell Ash's coconut scented shampoo, I can taste her strawberry lipgloss mixed with my tears, I can hear her screams mixed with the music around us, I can feel each strand of soft hair and her heart beating wildly against my chest, and I can see Larry and Todd's excited and shocked expression every time Ash swings me toward them again.

"I know. But it doesn't matter because I made it here," I laugh through trembling lips. I sniff when the sound of my own voice hits my ears. Fuck, just hearing that I'm hardly holding it together makes me want to break.

"You're so fucking right. Oh my gosh," Ash cries, finally dropping me to my feet but never unwrapping her arms from my waist.

She squeezes me tightly, then abruptly pulls away, holding me at arms length with mascara bleeding down her red cheeks. "Holy fuck, Vi. You let me kiss you!?" She looks absolutely bamboozled, like she truly can't wrap her head around the fact that our lips touched.

"Uh," I spit out, still reeling from being twirled around like a bug stuck on a carousel. "Yea. We kissed. I told you my conditions. What, do you regret it now?" I narrow my eyes playfully.

Ash slaps a hand to her chest like she's appalled. "What? Hell no, I could never regret it! I just can't believe we fucking kissed!?"

"I can't believe you guys kissed and haven't fucking included me yet. Your turn is over, Ash!" Arms wrap around my middle and I find myself being throw around like a test dummy yet again. This time, the perpetrator is Larry. "I can't fucking believe you're here!" he bellows.

"This entire night is full of you guys being non-believers!" I yell once my feet touch the ground again. Larry spins me around to face him and I feel like I'm going to cry again just over the big smile of excitement on his face. "You guys better start believing because I'm here in the flesh."

Larry bends over to reach me, wrapping me up in a big, strong hug. And, oh yea, I take the opportunity to drag my hands up his muscular arms as I hug him back.

"Stop feeling me up, Vi. Your kiss with Ash was hot enough," Larry laughs into my hair, giving me a squeeze.

I can't help but laugh and quickly wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop myself. I never imagined you'd be so jacked."

"Ha, yea, I honestly didn't see it in my future either, but here we are," he murmurs before pulling away. He looks down at me, tears fucking brimming his eyes too. "Fuck, dude. I might cry. You're such an awesome chick," he says breathily, pretending to wipe tears from his cheeks.

I pinch my lips together and give him my best unimpressed look. "Come on, we're supposed to be strong. No more crying," I tell him.

"Maybe the tears will go away if I get a kiss too.." Larry rolls his eyes very obnoxiously. His gaze cuts to me then he immediately looks away again, being as playful as always.

I sigh, grabbing onto his cheeks. "Come here, jackass," I say, growing excited as I pull him close to me.

Larry murmurs out a "fuck yea" before I quickly press my lips to his. It's a little kiss, shorter than me and Ash's but I was just as eager to do it since I haven't seen him in so long.

When I pull away, Larry scrunches his face up and splutters, wiping at his mouth. "Dammit, Ash," he says, fake gagging. "Why'd you have to kiss Vi first with that stupid lipgloss? That shit is disgusting."

"Hey!" Ash scoffs, walking toward us. "Don't hate on my very expensive, very amazing lipgloss! And besides, Vi seemed to like it well enough."

I scoot my way out of their argument and tiptoe my way to Todd who greets me with a soft smile. I smile back at him and he opens his arms to me immediately.

My insides jump around in excitement as I jump into Todd's hug, scrunching the fabric of his blazer in my hands. "It's so nice to see you, Todd," I murmur into his shoulder. He smells like cedar trees.

"It's nice to see you, too, Vi. Sorry I figured you out so quickly," he laughs softly, giving me a squeeze before separating from our embrace. He puts his hands into his pockets then switches his weight to his other foot.

"It's no issue," I say, waving him off. "I'm really happy actually. I wouldn't have been able to say it myself."

He scoffs lightly, patting my shoulder. "Clearly. Grow a backbone, huh?"

I can't help but giggle as I pat his elbow in return. Todd watches me with a soft look, like he's genuinely happy to see me and that thought feels me with even more joy. Everyone's happy to see me.

Well... almost everyone.

"Vi, what the fuck are we going to do about Sal?" Ash suddenly hisses worriedly, her hands clamping onto my shoulders as she shoves her face next to mine from behind. "He's going to be so pissed!"

"It's alright," I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut as I remember that I still have some true bullshit to handle. "I'm cool," I settle on then turn my head, looking Ash in her pretty green eyes. "I've got this."

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A/N::::::: holy shit HI WE'RE DOING CRAZY STUFF

this was supposed to be two chapters. Yep. Somehow, these 11,347 words got fused into one even though they were meant to be separate. I couldn't leave you guys hanging again though, so here we are <3

thank you so much for the continued support. I love you all so much! have a wonderful day/evening/night. tons of kisses!! <333

P.S. I AM EXHAUSTED I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS CHAPTER FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS

#sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #sal fisher #future smut #sally face #todd morrison #travis phelps #enemies to lovers #larry johnson #ash campbell

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Some Peace & Quiet

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Request: Could you write a cute Geralt x Reader oneshot, where Reader and Geralt moves into their new house together as husband and wife?

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Warnings: Just fluff.

Summary: I think the request itself is pretty self explanatory 😅

Word Count: 890

Author's Note: This piece is uncharacteristically short by my standards, so I apologise if it's too short for you all as well, but I felt like this is the right way to (idk how to explain it) end it i think? Oh well...

Enjoy!

"So? What do you think?"

Your hands slither along your husband's broad shoulders and stop below his neck, then you lean your head down and rest your cheek on the edge of his left shoulder, looking up at him dreamily.

"Well," He smirks. "A small cottage house would've sufficed."

"Geralt!" You playfully smack the spot where your head was a moment ago. "I spent a fortune for this place- for the both of us to live."

"By both of us, you mean yourself?" He continues to tease.

"I promised myself I'd buy a house like this when I was very little," You smirked back and sat yourself on the wide, marble railings of the balcony. "I worked hard and paid dearly for it, both financially and spiritually... After being placed as crown jewel to the most luxurious of kingdoms and then being dragged into shit because of a group of lunatics, I earned this, I daresay. But we?"

You pull him between your legs and wrap them around his waist, your arms circling around his neck as the wind blew your hair and Georgette gown around smoothly. The arms of your gown brushed against Geralt's cheek and a great sense of calmness settled deep inside him. The wind also bared your calves and knees to the soft spring air, making him instinctively trail his fingertips up the side of your leg while the other rested gently against your waist: "We deserve it. After everything we've been through, it only serves us right, don't you think?"

He's too lost in your beauty to reply: Silky-smooth skin under his calloused fingertips and bright, shining eyes holding his amber gaze.

"If you don't like it, you can leave of course," You bite your bottom lip as you grin at him mischievously. "I'm not going to give this up for some ugly cottage-"

His lips are suddenly claiming yours in a tender kiss. It's passionate and simply lovely: "It's going to take an awful lot of effort for me to leave." He says as his hand places itself on the side of your face this time. "Not that any force on this earth is enough for such a challenging task."

"Not even Yennefer's wrath?" You smile at him, like the fool-in-love you were.

"Not even her," He smiles back. "Besides, you would rip her apart before I could do anything."

"I would do no such thing!"

"Right... You'd probably tear the whole Continent down before it could get to that."

"Now you're just spoiling me," You roll your eyes with a knowing smirk and push him away to step on the ground, then turn around to face the incredible view that lay underneath your feet, placing your elbows on the marble and let your forearms rest against it as well: "Really, though, do you like it?"

He sneaks an arm around your waist, pulls you flush against his side and looks you in the eye, dead serious: "It's beautiful, (Y/N), really."

You smile proudly at him and he can't help but place a kiss on your forehead at how adorable you are, then you both look back to the view simultaneously: The land is nothing but green and the sky is a bright blue, nothing but the quiet howl of the wind disturbs your ears. It wasn't a castle-like house, not that big, but architecturally it was quite luxurious and very well built. The inside was more spacious than it was big and overall, this house -you and Geralt's home- was built on the edge of a hill, far away from the filth and ugliness- somewhere peaceful and quiet.

Only few people knew where you were settled and that was quite enough. It was also not too far away from Kaer Morhen, a few days' ride.

"I still cannot believe you picked me over Yen, after all of... That." You mindlessly comment.

"I could say the same about you and the steward's son," He replies. "But I find it not so hard to believe."

"Oh, please," Your face scrunches up and Geralt chuckles heartily. "I never had eyes on him."

"Exactly, but, that day when you danced in the hall could've fooled me."

"But it didn't, yeah?" You turn towards him completely, beaming at him, his smirk never leaving his lips. "I wouldn't have accepted his hand in marriage and bought this house to live with him, even if they told me I'd have to fight the Hunt by myself otherwise... But I'd do it if it meant being with you."

He turns his head your way and looks deep into your eyes: "You would, huh?"

You nod briefly: "I love you, Geralt."

"And I love you, (Y/N)," He says, voice above a whisper and leans in for another sweet kiss, full of emotion. You part after a moment, then flash your teeth at him with a wonderful, mischievous grin.

"There's one more room left," You pull on his large fingertips lightly, indicating that he should follow you.

"Hm?"

"The bathing room."

Geralt can't even begin to imagine how the bath must be like, his eyes widening slightly with curiosity. He lightly tugs at the deep V cut of his white shirt: "Should I take this off now?"

You giggle at him: "Patience, Geralt. All in good time."

#geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt of rivia x you #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt of rivia fanfic #the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #the witcher x y/n #the witcher imagine #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher 3 fan fiction #the witcher 3

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“You cocky little bitch.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: this was written in a love-struck daze for one Jeon Jeongguk and I have no idea if it’s any fucking good at all but ya know what, I needed to indulge myself. This is literally just Guk’s partner reacting to Dynamite with him and yeah, that’s the plot. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading :)) I’m gonna go watch dynamite 50 more times before I sleep!

AS soon as your boyfriend walked through the front door of your apartment you were grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen. The scene was set: laptop on the kitchen counter, white screen on display, volume turned up to the maximum level.

“We’re watching it in the kitchen?” Jungkook asked you, a small smirk playing on his lips. You knew that look. He was about to wreck you.

“Don’t question me, Jeon, the counter provides the perfect height for me to be able to see the screen properly and the kitchen is a large enough space that I can jump around without kicking the fucking coffee table and stubbing my toe and running the whole experience,” you ranted to him, beyond ready to watching this fucking video.

“Ok, ok, you lunatic, are you sure you’re ready for this?” That smirk was still there. What the fuck do you do in this video, Jeon?

“What did I say about questioning me?” Jungkook’s smirk finally formed into a full smile, his eyes crinkling just the way you adored, you grinning in return as you faced the laptop. “Ok, no talking on the first play, you can tell me all the behind the scenes stuff later.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” he teased, you shaking your head as you pressed play.

You wiggled as the Big Hit intro played, your anticipation peaking. When the scene cut to a pinkish sky with six out of seven members standing in a group you smiled widely. “Ah, I see you went for the cocky vibe.”

Jungkook scoffed in response, but it wasn’t a scoff that was telling you to shush, it was more of a scoff that was telling you, just you wait. “You said no talking.”

“Shh,” you quickly shushed him, Jungkook snickering as he snuck his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

As Jimin appeared front and center, the other members dispersing, and did a sassy little gun gesture, you let out an “oof,” Jungkook giggling beside you. “He’s cool.”

When it cut to Jungkook sitting in a bedroom, his vocals starting off the song, your eyes were glued to the screen, and Jungkook was entranced by you.

The Jungkook on the screen took a drink of milk and when he wiped away the milk mustache, giving a cocky little head snap, your eyes widened.

You felt you were keeping your composure pretty well for a person whose boyfriend was acting like, um, that in a music video, but Jungkook was highly amused by the way your jaw kept dropping open wide and wider as his verse went along.

And if your opened mouth wasn’t enough to give your lack of chill away, the gasp you let out as he sang, “like a rolling stone,” in the cockiest tone you’d ever heard come out of this man sure as hell gave you away. You swear you didn’t fucking breath his entire verse and when he sang, “iced tea and a game of ping pong,” with another cocky ass gesture with his widened eyes looking like a whole ass fucking meal, your body reacted in a physical jolt, you covering your mouth as Namjoon took over.

“You ok, baby?” Jungkook asked you with that goddamn smirk.

You couldn’t help it, you had to pause. With the video stilled on Namjoon in a record shop, you slowly turned to your boyfriend putting your free hand on your hip as you looked at him with your mouth still open, perhaps in a state of shock.

His smile grew wider and wider and finally, you exhaled. “You should have fucking warned me,” you complained, raising your arm and using his own hand to hit himself in the chest lightly. Your boyfriend fell into giggles, you finally coming out of your shock, but you figured not for long. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Should we continue?” He teased, you taking a deep breath.

“Should I- just, should I be prepared for death right now?” You asked him, Jungkook giggling in that boyish way that you were beyond smitten with.

“You’ll be ok,” he grinned, leaning toward the laptop to press play again.

Jungkook continued to look from the screen to you, his gaze lingering on your constant changing facial expressions as Namjoon and Hoseok had their moments on the screen, you letting out a series of ooh’s and oh wow’s, hyping his members for their appearances and their verses.

When Jungkook reappeared with a donut in hand, your mouth widened again before you bit your lip, a small squeal slipping out. Your hand squeezed your boyfriend’s, Jungkook leaning into you, bumping his shoulder against yours, basking in his effect on you.

At Jimin’s part, you started dancing a bit, yelling out an excited, “Jiminnnn,” making Jungkook laugh loudly. When Taehyung appeared on the screen, you gasped, taking a step back, Jungkook throwing his head back as he cackled at your reaction. You started shaking your free hand excitedly, not sure what to do with all your energy in your elated state.

When Namjoon came back on screen, you leaned closer to the laptop, asking Jungkook, “is that Yoongi in the back?” Anticipation coating your words. As Yoongi started his part, you jumped up and down quickly, yelling out, “yes Yoongi,” dragging the words out, Jungkook giggling like a school boy. At Yoongi’s little kick move, you shouted an impressed, “oh goddamn,” Jungkook falling toward you as he laughed.

You were grooving along as Jimin started singing again and when the group showed up, your man leading the pack, you groaned in your fucked up state of glee.

“Dude, fucking stop,” you whined out, Jungkook swelling with pride as you shook the hand that was wrapped up in his vigorously. “Why do you look like that, what are you doing?” You complained, almost angry by how attractive your boyfriend was.

As Tae took the center position, you shook your head slowly. “Oh, our girl is dead,” you said, referring to Taehyung’s girlfriend. Jungkook giggled, and you continued the slow movement of your head back and forth. “There’s no way she made it through this.”

The video went through a series of shots, the boys having fun dancing and being the absolute cutest and you started dancing along with them again, Jungkook joining in next to you. You ended up in a coordinated hip bumping move, both of you giggling and having the time of your lives.

When Jin appeared at the center, you yelled out, “Jinnie!” Jungkook joining in this time, also shouting out, “Jin-hyung!”

As the dancing scenes continued, you and Jungkook continued dancing, Jungkook slipping behind you, grabbing both of your hands and holding your arms out straight, almost like an airplane. He directed your arms to move around, you both laughing as he led your dancing, your eyes still on the screen.

When the music cut out, Jimin appearing alone on the screen, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying cutely with you, kissing your cheek as you smiled widely. Then your boyfriend came back on the screen, Jimin jumping on his back making you audibly coo.

“God you guys are the fucking cutest,” you whined.

“Oh, not as cute as you, Holly,” he complimented, nuzzling his face in your neck as you started grooving again.

“There’s about 20 million ARMY’s piling into this video right at this moment who would definitely disagree, sir,” you teased back, Jungkook’s giggles tickling the skin on your neck. You beamed at the dancing scenes, especially your boyfriend’s bedroom dancing, Jungkook smiling widely as he watched the screen with you, his cheek pressed against your own.

When the song ended, Taehyung closing the video out by putting a pair of sunglasses on with a little smirk, you sucked air between your teeth. “She’s a goner,” you said, again referring to his girlfriend.

“And what about you? Are you a goner?” Jungkook asked, kissing the side of your face repeatedly, you giggling as you spun in his arms, wrapping your forearms around the back of his neck.

“I don’t really know what I am,” you giggled, Jungkook laughing with you. “I was unprepared, I can tell you that much.”

“Did you like the song?” He asked, you nodding immediately.

“That was so fun, baby, it was amazing,” you complimented. “Truly, and you opening it like that? How dare you.”

He threw his head back in laughter, you continuing your lecturing. “Like oh my god, Jungkook,” you let out a small laugh. “You cocky little bitch.”

“Did it work for you?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he kept up his cocky act.

You flashed him a slight glare, poking your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “Well why don’t you take me into the bedroom and find out,” you suggested, Jungkook’s smile growing as he immediately started dragging you out of the kitchen to your room. “Maybe after you can show me some of those sick dance moves you did towards the end there,” you teased, Jungkook’s eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“Which ones? Oh you mean,” he slid away from you, “these ones?” He asked, going right into the moves he pulled at the end of the video, which you later decided to dub the ‘high knee shuffle’ and the ‘I’m a cocky little bitch and I know it but I be jamming’.

“Oof, baby, oh my god, is this foreplay? ‘Cause it’s working,” you joked, Jungkook laughing as he made his way back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, yours settling on his chest. “You’re just spoiling me now.”

“Always,” he whispered with another cocky expression before falling to the mattress, pulling you down with him.

He was cocky, but the man had reason to be. That’s for damn sure.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years

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Day 6: Carpet- Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

Day 6: Carpet - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

Prequel now available: The Test Results

November Writing Challenge

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis

Monday

“So I’ve been thinking querida, how do you feel about putting carpet on the floor of the nursery? I just don’t want the baby to fall and get hurt because of the hardwood.”

You blinked staring at your husband, “Santi, baby are you serious? You want to put down carpet in the nursery so if they fall it might not hurt as bad? Baby the whole house is hardwood…”

“Yeah I know, but they will probably be spending a lot of time in there and I was just thinking it might be a good idea. I already talked to the guys about it and they said they would help.” Santi grins at you.

“Wait...you are going to have your buddies from Delta Force come to our house and put down carpet in the nursery? You don’t even want to hire someone to install it? Baby that’s insane!” you shout at him before pushing yourself out of the kitchen chair to walk to the kitchen.

The second you stand, Santiago rushes out of his own seat to hold you. “Querida you need to take it easy you-”

“I swear to god Garcia, women have been having babies for centuries. I am not going to get injured walking from the table to the kitchen. Santi you need to calm down, you have turned the whole damn house into a baby proof fortress, nothing is going to happen to me or our daughter, ok?” you press your hands against his chest before waddling the rest of the way to the kitchen.

Santiago takes a deep breath before following you into the kitchen, “Ok, how about we make a compromise? I will lay off on being an overprotective papa bear and you will let me and the guys put carpet in the nursery.”

You laugh out loud, visualizing your husband as a bear defending the house before you turn to face him again, “Ok...deal you and the guys can put carpet in the nursery.”

Santi puts his fist in the air and grabs you into his arms, kissing you passionately. Your daughter begins kicking wildly, and Santi laughs before leaning down and rubbing your swollen belly, “you hear that mija, your papa is going to make your room safe for you,” he whispers before placing a kiss on your belly. He stands back up before kissing you again briefly, “I’m gonna go call Frankie and the guys, this weekend baby the nursery will have carpet!”

You shake your head watching him go off. Good lord what did you just agree too.

Thursday

You're sitting on the couch, elevating your feet, watching TV when your phone beeps signifying a text message. Santi and Frankie had gone to the store to pick out the carpet and order the supplies for Saturday. You open the phone and snort when you see a picture of a very annoyed Frankie Morales holding up two basically identical colors of cream carpet.

Which one do you like better? - Hubby

You are tempted to reply and let him know they look exactly alike but you know better.

The one on the left. - Wifey

Hmmm…. But that one isn’t as soft. - Hubby

You roll your eyes, how the hell would you know that. You type back a reply.

The one on the right then. - Wifey

Hmmmm...but it’s quite a bit darker than the other one. -Hubby

The look on Frankie’s face is beginning to make sense.

Pick which one you like then Santi. -Wifey

…. Ok let’s go with the one on the left….no right….ugh fuck I don’t know this is hard querida, and Frankie just keeps telling me to pick. - Hubby

You send a quick text off to Frankie.

Tell him to pick the one on the left. - Besties Wifey

Querida, Frankie’s telling me to get the one on the left and you know he has no sense of style so I am going to pick the one on the right. Is that ok with you?- Hubby

You shake your head laughing at your husband.

Sounds great! :) - Wifey

Saturday

“Okay get together, I need all of you in the picture!” Benny’s girlfriend Mya is shouting at the guys. They’re all smiling wearing knee pads, jeans, and an assortment of colored flannel.

You giggle to yourself watching them pose in their work gear. “Santi, baby do you really think this is the best idea, your knees…” you trail off watching the smile slip from his face.

“Querida...I need to be able to protect our little girl, my knees will be fine. Plus with the four of us it should only take a few hours,” he kisses your head before slapping his hands together guiding the guys to the bedroom.

It did not take them only a couple hours, four hours in and you and the other wives/girlfriends were lounging by the pool outside. Drinking lemonade and gossiping, when Mya came back out laughing outright holding a white box in her hand.

“This is the greatest thing I have ever listened to!” she shouts holding the white box out to you.

“Oh my god, is that….is that a baby monitor?” Madison, Will’s wife gathers closer to your side and you flip the switch on.

“Why do you already have a baby monitor?” Ella, Frankie’s wife asks.

“Santi wanted to be prepared for the baby, so he set it up weeks ago,” you tell them, twisting the knobs to turn up the sound.

From the device comes the voice of your husband panting, “fuck...why is this so goddamn difficult?! This should be easy, I told her this was going to be easy.”

“Pope, man maybe it’s time to call in a professional. I mean we’ve been working for four hours and have barely made any progress,” Will tells him.

“Fuck no man, I told my wife we could do this and we are going to do it!” Santi shouts back.

“Hermano, I’m not trying to sound defeatist but we literally have no idea what we're doing,” Frankie tries to comfort his best friend, “I mean we could shoot our way into the most dangerous places in the world but I know absolutely nothing about carpet.”

“We are not giving up! Santi needs us!!...plus I bet Mya $100 we could get it done and you know how much shit she’s gonna give me if I lose,” Benny whines.

Mya snorts into her lemonade, making the rest of you burst out laughing. “Maybe we should just take pity on them, and call in a professional,” you ask looking at the other women.

“I can’t believe Will agreed to this, he is hopeless with anything related to fixing or maintenance. We have to call in a professional for everything!” Madison laughs.

You all listen for a few more minutes, laughing as the guys argue before the painful grunt of your husband makes you get up. “That’s it I am ending this shit show,” you waddle into the house and go to the nursery ushering everyone out except Santi who sits on the floor on his butt looking up at you with an adorable pout.

You walk over to him and look down at him, you bend your knees and half fall/half sit down on the ground next to him. Santi immediately looks alarmed before you raise your hand silencing him. “Baby, I know you really wanted to do this yourself but I think it’s time we call it quits and call in a professional.”

Santi sighs loudly, “Querida, I wanted to be able to do this for you and the baby. I need her to be safe, and I really wanted to do it myself.”

“Santiago Garcia, you look at me right now. We are safe with you, we don’t need high tech security cameras, carpeted floors, locks on every cabinet. You didn’t fail baby, sometimes it’s ok to need help.”

“I love you querida,” he pulls you into his side placing a kiss on your cheek and rubbing your belly, “I love both of you.”

“We love you too, now help me off this floor my butt is beginning to go numb,” you reach out to your husband who gives you a blank look.

“I can’t get up right now querida, my knees...I think I need some ice and my pain killers.”

You blink several times, “....you mean we are stuck here?”

You both burst out laughing until you’ve got tears in your eyes. You gulp for air before looking at your husband again, “Don’t worry I got this,” he looks at you slightly confused before you take a deep breath shouting, “BENNY!! WILL!! FRANKIE!! HELP ME!!!”

It sounds like bulls charging through your house when the door suddenly flies open. The look on their faces will be burned in your memory forever, panic and determination. You start laughing all over again, and when Frankie steps forward and asks what’s wrong you almost can’t get the words out, “We- we’re stu-stuck! We- we can’t ge-get up!”

You and Santiago begin cracking up again like a couple of lunatics before the others join in, eventually helping you and Santi off the floor. Frankie holds your arm and takes you back to the living room, Benny and Will each holding a side of Santi easing him down onto the couch.

“I took the liberty of calling a company to come out tomorrow to install the carpet,” Mya tells you, handing you your phone you had left outside.

You thank her before plopping down on the couch next to Santi, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Baby, you're the best,” Benny tells Mya.

“Oh ho ho no Benny Miller, you owe me 100 bucks, and I owe you a massive I told you so!” Mya points at him.

The room bursts into laughter again. What a great way to spend a Saturday.

Day 7: Sculpted Javier Pena

#November writing challenge #day 6 #Triple Frontier #Santiago Garcia #santiago pope garcia #Frankie Morales #Benny Miller #Will Miller #Santiago Garcia x reader #Pedro Pascal #Oscar Isaac

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citydreamgrls · 4 years

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surprises

ron weasley x fem!reader

words: 4,049

a/n: i would just like to say a massive thank you to the love shown on my past two weasley fanfics. i hope this one can bring you just as much joy and escape in these horrible times ,, stay safe ! :)

warnings: smut (18+) , daddy kink , dominant ron ;)))

It was a sunny day in London, and people had flocked to the streets to enjoy the fleeting good weather before it was gone again. I was on my break, the top buttons of my work blouse undone as I leant over the bridge to watch the river’s water pass by. A cigarette went between my fingers and lips as I checked my watch, just another five minutes then I’d be back to serving coffee to rushing businessmen.

My lungs filled up and I turned around, my back on the railing as I puffed out a small cloud of smoke before my eyes. I froze, blinking a few times before laughing quietly to myself.

I really must be missing my friends, because I could’ve sworn I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione on the other side of the road. But there wasn’t anyone there when the smoke cleared. I snuffed out the cigarette and headed back into the coffee shop, doing up my buttons and grabbing my apron.

“Do you think she saw us Ron?” Hermione asked me as I fell against a lamppost.

“How would I know, I was there too.” I huffed, looking up at the house that stood in a row of identical ones.

“Come on you two,” Harry called, having aparated a few doors down “I think it’s this one?”

“Number 52?” Hermione shouted, grabbing her bag and following me as I caught up to Harry.

“Yep, it’s this one.”

“Well we better set up then,”

We had decided to visit y/n last minute, knowing her parents’ plans to visit her grandmother on her birthday weekend. So we decided to throw her a surprise party to cheer her up.

“When are the boys getting here?” Harry asked, preparing to pick the lock.

“One step ahead of you!” Fred and George pulled open y/n’s front door, making us all jump back. “Well come on you lot, this house won’t decorate itself.”

“It would if we could use magic,” I grumbled.

“Bye guys, see you on monday.” I said to my co-workers, grabbing my bag and heading out into the warm evening air.

“Have a good birthday darling,” My boss, who was stacking the outdoor chairs, said as I walked past.

I opened cards on the walk home, mostly from regular costumers and people I worked with. A few of my muggle friends had come into the shop to give me gifts and wish me a happy birthday, even an aunt I hadn’t seen in months stopped by today. But nothing from Harry, Ron or Hermione.

In fact, I’d heard very little from them since the term ended. Not that I minded too much, they were spending the summer together and were probably busy. I had muggle friends in London too, which made the summer that little bit better.

“Oh y/n darling.” My neighbour hobbled down her doorstep, drawing me from my thoughts.

“Oh hi Mrs Hampton, is everything okay?” I asked, putting the cards in my bag and fishing around for my house keys. She bent down to pick something up from her front door.

“I made you a cake sweetie, I heard your parents are out of town and wanted to make sure you had something good to eat for your birthday.”

I took the cake from her outstretched hands and beamed with glee.

“Thank you so much, this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me.”

She winked my way and chuckled,

“Just you promise that you won’t have too many friends round, my hearing might not be great but I can still sense a crowd.” she smirked.

“I promise it’ll be civilized if anything.”

“Well enjoy it anyway darling, bye bye.” I waved her off, turning to leave as she disappeared inside.

I caught a glimpse of something flashing by the window of my house and stopped again. Maybe I was just beginning to see things. I shook my head and carefully unlocked the front door so as not to drop the cake.

“Happy birthday buttercup,” A voice sounded from nearby, I turned round in the doorway to see my best (muggle) friend Jade leant against the garden gate with a smile on her face.

We’d known each other ever since the first day of nursery when I had an obsession with buttercups, hence the nickname. She had helped me find as many as I could to take home, and we’d been close from then on.

“Jade!” I put the cake down and went to give her a hug, I’d barely had a chance to see her before she had gone on holiday. “When did you land?”

“About an hour ago, I thought I’d come and say hi. And give you this.” A small blue box was placed into my hands gently, I frowned as I opened it up. Seeing a little silver bracelet, one that matched hers exactly. “Mum helped me find another one,” she laughed, “it took long enough.”

“I love it, thank you.” I hugged her again, holding her tight against me. “What are you doing later?” I asked.

“Nothing really, why?”

“I was thinking maybe we should have an early party, you know because the parents are out of town and all.” I offered up.

“Yeah, i’ll round up the others and be back here in an hour?”

“Perfect, oh and bring as much booze as you can.”

“Anything for you y/n,” she teased and went off down the road.

I picked everything up and went into the house, kicking the front door shut and heading to the kitchen to place the cake down carefully. I read the icing message with a smile and flicked on the kettle with a sigh, I didn’t have long to get ready.

A giggle sounded behind me, making me jump and grab my wand from the side. I stuck it up in the air and called out to the air.

“Who’s there!” I wasn’t sure what I’d do if an intruder came out. Especially if it was a muggle, I'd look a bit mental flinging a stick in their face.

Another noise caught my attention, this time from the living room. As I crept towards it, I could tell it was more of a fizzing of sorts. I turned the corner, wand still outstretched, and stopped in my tracks.

Right in the middle of the room a small firework was spinning around harmlessly. I got closer, frowning until it burst and displayed the small message.

Happy Birthday y/n !!!

Before I even had a chance to process it, Harry threw off his invisibility cloak in front of me and the rest of the group appeared out of thin air. I screamed in shock, amazed that they were all here for me. Suddenly the room was no longer dark and miserable, and now covered in balloons and streamers, music already playing.

“Surprise!!” The twins grabbed me from behind, and threw me into the air.

“Put her down you lunatics!” Ron shouted over the music. “The neighbours will think she’s being murdered.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione smirked, “I already put a silencer on the house.”

“What are you all doing here?” I asked, hugging them all in turn.

“We didn’t want you all on your own,” Harry smiled, quick to pour drinks for everyone.

“Yeah, especially not on your birthday.” Ron added, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, earning a teasing look from Fred and George who were wearing matching party hats.

“Oh guys this is great, but we have a small problem.” They all frowned at me as I explained what was gonna happen.

“So Fred, George, remember to keep the magic to a minimum but it isn’t the end of the world. Harry, you're in charge of making sure any pictures are hexed so they’re deleted immediately okay, we don’t need any traces of this party for my parents to see online. My friends I could explain, but you guys are strangers in their eyes and would be harder to explain if you two are performing charms in the background” I glared at the twins.

“Hermione, you’ve already obliviated the front door yes?” I asked.

“Anyone who crossed out of it will forget this entire night.” She promised me.

“Perfect.”

“Uhhh what’s my job?” Ron asked.

“Heavy lifting,” I smirked. “Take all the breakables and lock them in the coat cupboard, I can put it all back in the morning.”

The group nodded, rushing off to sort out everything while I sped up to my room to get ready for the party. Hermione followed closely, having missed her own muggle life for some time this felt like normality for her.

“It’s odd coming back isn’t it,” She nodded, looking round my room before chilling on my bed. “How has your guy’s summer been?” I asked her, starting my makeup.

“It’s been good, I stayed at the burrow. Ron wouldn’t shut up about you.”

“Do I irritate him that much?” I giggled.

“Come on he’s obsessed with you,” Hermione huffs, sick of trying to convince me yet again. “It was his idea to come here, he wouldn’t rest until we all agreed to come surprise you.”

“He’s just nice like that,”

“Have you ever seen him put as much effort into anyone else?” she smirked.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks he likes me mione,” She rolled her eyes, picking up an old magazine and waiting for me to finish.

On cue, Jade and a whole group of my muggle friends arrived each person with handfuls of booze to get through the night with. Soon the music was blasted and everyone was doing shots and dancing around my house.

The twins were impressing girls in the kitchen, this time with their new-found beer pong skills, instead of magic. But Harry was the one to watch, as he made up some wild story about his scar to a group of boys I’d known from down the street.

“Ron, I think she might be checking you out.” I giggled, leaning close so he could hear me over the music. He didn’t even bother looking at the girl I was talking about.

“Oh right,”

“Well aren’t you going to talk to her?” I nudged him.

“Oh, no I’m good thanks.” He took another gulp of his drink.

“Come on, you may as well give it a try. She won’t remember anything about tonight anyway,” I joked, he looked over at the girl giving him glances. She blushed when he noticed her.

“She’s not my type y/n,”

“God you’re so stubborn,” I laughed, finishing my drink. He didn’t say anything and just walked off, leaving me standing alone at my own party.

“Oh thanks a lot,” I scoffed and headed to the kitchen just to see Fred land another shot at the table. The boys on the opposing team were hammered and could barely see at this point.

“Having a good time y/n?” Fred asked, taking a break as they set up another round.

“Yeah this is fun, thanks you guys.”

“Oh it’s all Ron’s doing really,” George said, coming to my side as I poured another drink, not holding back on the spirits “Speaking of, where is he?”

“Oh he went off in a huff when I mentioned some girl was checking him out, I don’t know why he’s so stuck up about it. I was doing him a favour.”

Neither of the twins said a word, making me suspicious. “What?”

“Little Ronniekins does have a crush, you know.” George teased me.

“Oh not you guys too. Hermione said the same thing, he doesn’t like me like that.”

“Never underestimate how dim that boy can be y/n,” Fred huffed.

I gulped my drink down in a matter of seconds, sick of hearing them tell me something that didn’t feel true. I went to fill it up again, met with an empty bottle. In fact, there wasn’t much alcohol left at all.

“Great, looks like I’m off to the shops,” I rolled my eyes and turned around to see Hermione in the hallway. “I’m going out won’t be long.” I told her, she nodded in agreement. “Oh could you do me a favour-”

“I’ve already put a silencer on the house, no one on the street knows a thing.” She reassured me.

“God you’re good.” I laughed and took my coat off the hook. I temporarily lifted the obliviate spell on the door and passed through, seeing Ron sat on the front wall.

“So this is where the real party is,” I teased him, putting an arm around his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, unable to stay mad for too long.

“Are you going somewhere?” He pulled at my coat.

“Just to the shops, I won’t be long.”

“I can come if you want?” He offered.

“Yeah sure,” I smiled, jumping off the wall and stumbling back a bit with drunkenness.

“Careful darling,” He teased me, making me pout.

The streets were quiet on our walk back.

“This is fun,” He said in confidence.

“Do you mean us walking or the party?”

“Both, but this a bit more.” I was swaying about, the bottles in the bag rattling about. He took it from my hand with a laugh and used the other to hold me steady.

“Thank you, I can get clumsy when I’m drunk.” I rested my head on his shoulder as he slowed even more.

“It’s sweet.”

“You think so?” He nodded. “Hermione told me the surprise was your idea,”

“Uh yeah, sort of.”

“Well I think it was your best idea to date,”

Ron let go of my arm and took my hand in his, swinging it between the two of us.

“Hermione also told me something else,” I teased.

“What?” he seemed nervous.

“It’s a secret,”

“y/n,” he glared jokingly, “tell me.”

I stopped us in the street so I could get close to his ear to whisper.

“She told me that you’ve been talking about me all summer.” He was blushing slightly when I pulled away, but his hand remained in mine.

“Yeah I kinda have,” he kept his eyes on his feet as we started walking again. “But it’s only because I missed you.” “Aw I missed you too Ronniekins,” he shook his head.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Fred and George.”

“Are you jealous?” I joked.

“You’re my friend after all,”

We stopped at the front gate where Ron turned to face me as he leant against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

“I think you like me,” He declared boldly.

“You’re getting brave,” I teased.

“Am I right? That’s what matters.”

“Maybe a little,”

“I like you y/n,”

I smirked, moving closer to him so that he was pressed up against the brick.

“Does this mean I can kiss you already?”

Ron grabbed my face the second I had uttered those words, and kissed me hard as if it had been boiling inside him all this time. My hands grabbed at the collar of his shirt, playing with the fabric between my fingers while he caressed me gently.

He had a reserved sense of fierceness behind his actions. One part of him held me tight and close, unwilling to release me and halt our kiss. But the other side wondered whether he should savour this moment in all its glory.

A cough sounded at the door behind us, making both Ron and I jump apart.

“I would love to say ‘about time’, but we’re one down for our beer pong team and we can’t lose the streak.” George complained, and Ron nodded moving to follow his brother inside. “So come on y/n, you’re needed.”

“And that is why I am the best chaser on the quidditch team goalie,” I teased Ron, bringing him in with me.

Once all the alcohol had been consumed, one way or another, and all the muggle guests had left (with no recollection of the night at all) I began to clear up. Hermione was already in bed in my parents’ room, and Harry had been discarded on the kitchen table where he insisted he would spend the night.

The twins were dead asleep on the sofas when I checked on them, Ron clicking in their faces to try and rise them. With no luck.

“They’re out cold,” He laughed.

“Come on then, I’m tired.”

“Oh so you’re letting me join you,” Ron grabbed my waist, pulling me away from the staircase before I could even get a foot on the first step.

“Put me down Ron,” I giggled, jumping at the feeling of his lips on my neck. He began walking up the stairs and kicked open my door.

“Only when it’s safe to do so,” he joked, throwing me onto the bed.

I landed on my back, the air in my lungs knocked out.

“Careful, throw me around too much and I might just fuck you,” I joked, but Ron’s eyes were darker now as he smirked. I moaned internally, just seeing him like this got me excited.

“And if I did fuck you y/n?”

“I would never complain about anything, ever again.” I sighed and he threw his top off, getting on top of me and kissing my neck yet again. Deeper and harder, leaving little purple marks to show off the next morning.

His hands were all over my body, even more so when our clothes were gone. He reached down between my legs and pushed my thighs away ever so carefully. He whispered beside my ear, fingers ghosting over my panties.

“Is this what you want y/n?” I nodded, words seeming too complex. “You want my fingers inside you don’t you, knuckle deep?” All that came out was a gasp as he pulled the final item of clothing away and pushed a single finger in as promised.

I could hear how wet I was, and he could feel how, even around one finger, I was the tightest he had ever felt. One by one he added fingers, making my body seize up with the burning pleasure of their movements.

Then they were gone, dragged away, my back falling onto the mattress yet again this time with a disappointed sigh.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m not done.” He grinned, taking his cock from against his chest and pumping it. He was fully hard at just the sight of my naked body before him, all his to use as he desired. I had never wondered about the size of Ron’s cock, but this was beyond what I had ever imagined anyone’s.

It was thick and long and begging to be inside my dripping pussy. He leant closer, lining himself up with one hand and holding one of my thighs down with the other. I groaned at how forceful he was, enjoying that he was so openly having his way with me.

“You ready baby?” He asked.

“Yes… daddy,” Ron’s cock pushed deep inside me, and the nickname just made him want to get even deeper. He held one of my legs up, forcing me to tighten up around him.

“Oh fuck .. fuck.” I screamed, unbothered if I would wake the others.

“Turn around,” Ron demanded, to which I scrambled to bend over for him with my ass in the air. “Good girl,” He smacked my cheek with one hard slap and entered my pussy again in one smooth thrust, immediately groaning at the feeling.

He was hard, but I loved it. His rhythmic, strong thrusts would have sent me flying if it wasn’t for his iron grip on my waist keeping me down. I had no choice but to grip the bedsheets in my hand and scream myself silly while he pounded me like an animal.

One hand reached forward, round my neck and onto my throat. Ron pulled me up, so my back was pressed up against him.

“You’re gonna ride me now darling, like a dirty slut.” I moaned at his words, completely unravelled by them. I came then and there, being held like a willing prisoner and fucked like a whore. “Good girl,” He whispered, pushing me away and laying down, his hands resting behind his head as I climbed onto his cock and letting it slip up and into me.

This feeling, with his length, made riding an incredible experience. I felt unstoppable with Ron’s encouraging words and wandering hands that would rest upon my bouncing tits as my hips went up and down.

“Oh fuck, daddy I’m so close.” I screamed, getting faster as I chased my high like a hungry bitch.

“I want to cum inside you y/n,” He told me.

“Do it,” I groaned out. “I’ll cum too, I promise.”

“Beg,”

I pleaded out, over and over, before he spilled inside me. Less than a second after I came all over his thick cock, falling down in exhaustion and laying beside him. The only noise in the room was our laboured breathing, but Ron took my hand in his and kissed it.

“You’re incredible,” he spoke softly, now worried that we might have woken the whole street if it wasn’t for the house’s silencer.

A few moments later, once we had finally come round again, I pulled the covers over us and let Ron hold me close.

“We have to leave in the morning,” He told me.

“Can’t you just stay the rest of the weekend?” “Mum and dad are going away, and they can’t leave Ginny on her own.”

“I’ll miss you,” I told him.

“Come with us, you can stay the rest of the holiday.” He offered up, not wanting to sleep without me by his side now he felt how normal it felt to have me in his arms.

“I wish I could, but I have to work.”

“Just quit, it wouldn’t matter.”

“I need that job when I come back next summer,” I laughed, but Ron had a thought on his mind.

“Don’t come back next summer, just stay with us. You’re always complaining that your parents are never here. And if you want to see your friends, you can still visit.”

“Every summer at the burrow, with you?”

“Only if you want to,”

“I really want to.” I smiled, nustling into his side.

The next morning I packed a bag and wrote two letters. One for my boss, to explain that I had to quit under important circumstances and that I was very sorry. The other for my parents, telling them not to worry. That I was grateful for them always, but that I had friends to be my family now.

“Come on y/n,” Harry shouted down the stone steps, “I want to go to diagon alley before we leave London.” I threw my case down to George, who almost fell at the weight of it.

“Y/n?” Jade shouted to me across the road. The Weasley’s, Harry and Hermione froze at the sight of her but she smiled at them politely as if she’d never met them. A silent sigh of relief was sounded by us all. “What happened last night?” She asked, putting us on edge again.

“What do you mean?” I laughed it off.

“Well I remember bringing loads of people over, but I can’t for the life of me recall anything that happened last night.”

“You must have been really drunk Jade, I saw you and it looked bad.”

“Oh god, I feel awful. I must have been a real hassle.” She noticed the twins eyeing her from the group. “They look familiar, have I met them before?”

“No, they’ve just picked me up. I’m going away for a bit but I’ll let you know when I’m back.” Her attention was quickly back on me.

“Okay, well, have a good summer and ring me when you can.” She hugged me goodbye and headed off back up the road.

“She totally had a thing for me last night,” Fred gloated.

“No she did not, she wanted me.” George argued.

“Oh shut it you two!” Hermione huffed, sporting yet another hangover. “Are we all ready?”

I took Ron’s hand in mine and smiled at the ginger boy beside me, “Ready.”

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October, 1980

Ship: Sirius and Remus

First Wizarding War

Fluff and Angst, Love Confession

Summary: Remus is in a mission with the werewolves again, Sirius misses him like crazy and realizes his feelings towards his boyfriend.

“Aaaah….”

Sirius woke up gasping for air. His heart was beating fast. Sirius tried his best to get some air on his lung. 1,2,3,4… Remus had taught him how to breath properly. But Remus was not there. He was not beside Sirius. It was the first time in a long time, since Sirius had to go through a night terror on his own.

I miss you, Moons.

Sirius breathed in slowly and let all air out. He did that until he could breath properly. Sirius laid down on the bed. It felt cold, foreign, not as warm as the one Sirius and Remus shared on their little flat. It was because Moony wasn’t there. And Sirius´ body missed that warmth.

There was no way he was able to sleep again. Maybe he could wake James and Lily, but Sirius didn’t want to bother them. It was the first time in days, since they could sleep without Harry crying in the night.

Sirius rubbed his hair and got up, putting on one of Moony’s jumper. It smelled like him. If Sirius closed his eyes, he could pretend Moony’s arms were around him. But no. It wasn’t the same, it wasn’t the same at all. Tucking his hands on the jumper’s pockets, Sirius found a pack of cigarettes. He smiled to himself.

You’re a bloody wanker, Moony. I love you.

Sirius climbed down to the living room. Careful not to make any sound. The Potters’ Mansion seemed so big and empty, without Euphemia, without Fleamont. Sirius missed them so much. He sat there and lit himself a cig. He usually didn´t smoke. Moony was the smoker. But Sirius missed him so much….so what the fuck?

“I thought I heard a sneaky dog”

Sirius turned around to see Lily. Her eyes sleepy, hair on a bun, carrying a glass of water.

Sirius smiled “Hey ginger”

“You cannot sleep?” Lily said taking a seat next to him.

Sirius shook his head.

“Me neither” she sighed.

Sirius looked at her, giving Lily a sweet kiss on her forehead. Sirius knew exactly what worried her. The War, Harry’s and James’ safety…

Me too, Lils, I’m freaking scared.

“I miss him too, you know?” she broke the silence as Sirius took another drag.

“Of course, you do”

Remus had to go back. To the bloody werewolves. Dumbledore’s Orders. Remus was supposed to gather information, gain the werewolves’ trust. And fuck, he’s been out there for weeks. James and Lily begged Sirius to stay with them, so he didn’t feel alone.

“You have no idea how much I need him…” Sirius said

“No… no no. There’s no way I’m letting you go there…. Every month?” Sirius sounded furious, pacing through their flat. Remus just watched him

“I have no choice Sirius…” Remus said “Dumbledore…”

“Fuck Dumbledore!”

Remus smiled at that.

“I’m gonna be fine” Remus sniffed “They won´t hurt me”

“How do you know Moons? You might be in danger, they are….”

“Monsters?”

Shit. Sirius closed his eyes embarrassed.

“No Moony. I didn´t mean that. I´m sorry”

Remus put his head on his knees.

“You won´t understand, Sirius” Remus said “I… I need to do this”

Sirius was trembling. He didn´t know if it was because he was scared, furious or because his body missed Remus already. He kneeled in front of him. Sirius forced his boyfriend to look at him.

“I’m gonna miss you Moons. Like a lunatic”

“I know babe” Lily patted his back gently.

“I’m scared Lils” Sirius turned off his cig, trying to swallow his tears.

“He is gonna be fine”

“Not for him. He is strong… So strong” Sirius sighed “I meant I’m scared of this feeling” Sirius ran his fingers through his hair.

Lily didn’t answer. She just waited for Sirius to continue.

“I love him, Lils” Sirius continued looking to the window, the moon on sight. It wasn’t full. That was nights before, but still.

“I fell completely in love with him…”

Sirius didn´t dare to look at Lily but he knew she was smiling. Sirius thanked the room was dark, because Sirius was blushing.

“No one had ever looked at me the way Remus has…” he continued

Sirius woke up smelling the sweet scent of chocolate and the taste of last’s night sex lingered in. Sirius rolled to his side and there he was. Sun shinning on his skin, exposing his freckles and scars. His golden curls were messier than ever. Lips parted murmuring things under his breath. His eyelashes touching his cheeks. He was beautiful. Remus Lupin was beautiful.

Remus opened his eyes slowly. He was taking his time, letting out soft breaths. And then he opened them, those beautiful eyes of his. They only look bigger and brighter for Sirius. When Remus just woke up or during sex. Sirius though those wild eyes were only for him.

Moony saw Sirius and smiled. He fucking smiled. Sirius melted.

“Morning Pads” his voice was hoarse and deep oh merlin, so bloody sexy.

“He is the only one that sees right through me. No masks, you know, Lils? That Sirius Black that nobody gets to. That Sirius who is underneath so many layers… The one not even myself would recognize…”

Sirius was out of breath for a second and then he responded “Morning Moons”

Remus smiled hiding his face on the pillow. Sirius wanted to be that pillow so badly.

“We have an Order meeting in two hours” Remus said watching his watch.

Sirius grunted. He pulled himself closer to Remus. He kissed him softly hand stroking his cheek. Remus laughed between kisses. Best feeling in the world. Sirius couldn´t give a damn about Order meeting or the war, or any thing else in the world.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” he whispered on Moony’s ear, kissing his cheek, jaw and neck.

“Sirius…” Remus half said half moaned his name. Sirius loved that “I would love to stay here with you… But we need to get ready…”

Sirius moaned in protest hiding his face on Remus´ chest.

“Specially you. I mean you take an hour just in your hair”

“Bloody wanker”

Remus laughed. Sirius loved that laughter.

Sirius had tears in his eyes. Fuck he couldn’t cry. Lily scooped closer. She put her head on Sirius´ shoulder. That made him feel worse for a reason. He covered his face and fuck… he was crying.

“Fuck…” Sirius´ voice broke. “I am so stupid…”

“You´re not stupid…”

“Yeah I am” Sirius half laughed on how silly he felt. Crying in front of Lily. He was supposed to be the cool, fun Sirius Black not this mess.

“At the same time, I´m really angry at Remus…” he continued “I just think he depends too much on me. He… he asks too much of me. He acts like the world is ending around him. Specially after the full moon… And he is like waiting for me to be this superhero and make him feel better… Like… That’s a lot of fucking pressure, you know?”

Sirius didn’t know where all this was coming from. He didn´t know he felt all this until he began opening himself to Lily.

Sirius tucked Remus under the blankets. Fuck, he had a new scar on his neck. Sirius didn’t mind. But Remus would hate it. For sure. Sirius sighed as he gave him a soft kiss. It wasn’t a bad moon, but Remus seemed exhausted.

“Pads?”

Sirius saw James on the frame door. Bags under his eyes. His hair messier with a bunch leaves and branches sticking out. Sirius felt so grateful towards James.

“Gotta go… Lily must be fucking worried”

Sirius nodded looking at Remus “Go on Prongs…” then he added “Thanks”

“He is gonna be okay, you know?” It was Wormtail who appeared on the door framed next to James.

“I know” but Sirius was still worried.

“We understand Pads” James said “Us too”

Peter nodded.

Sirius smiled slightly “He is lucky to have you as friends”

“He is lucky to have us. You as well” Peter said

Sirius didn’t respond.

“We´ll pop in later, Pads. Lily would want to see him”

Sirius just nodded.

James winked and Peter waved before disappearing. They were really good friends. They did this for him, the whole Animagus thing was for their Moony. Sirius´ Monny.

Sirius cuddled on the chair next to the bed. And he watched Remus sleep, loving him so much.

He sniffed “I don’t want anything to happen to him while I’m not there. Like… There might be times when I cannot be around, you know? And… I´m really terrified that he… I don’t know…”

Lily squeezed his hand.

“This is not only up to you, Sirius” she said “We´re all here for Remus”

“Not Lils” Sirius´ voice was trembling “I didn’t mean to say Remus is a burden to me. He would never…”

Lily nodded “I understand”

“I think I depend on him the same way….” He sighed wiping his tears “I don’t know what I would do without him Lils. I´m completely in love with him”

Sirius decided to cuddle into bed, next to Remus. Sirius wrapped his arms around him. Sirius kissed Moony and whispered “I love you” into his ear. Even though Remus couldn’t hear him.

Sirius was scared of that feeling. Flashes of memories haunted him now. Sirius and Remus dancing happily to one of his favorite records, both of them smiling at each other and kissing each other like fools. The feeling of Remus wrapping his arms around Sirius while he tried to do mundane things like brushing his teeth or getting dressed, or preparing the morning tea. The way Remus would whisper “I love you” into his ear and desperately bite his neck. The way Remus looked into his eyes and whispered things to him while they shagged. The way Remus got him hot and turned on just for one look or smile. The way they just would talk about anything very late at night, having a cig or a drink or something. The way Remus smiled at him every time Sirius said silly stuff or day dreamed about their future. And the way Remus would hold and comfort Sirius after a nightmare or a night terror. The way Sirius felt on his arms.

It was worth it. Everything was worth it when it came to Remus. Sirius was overwhelmed by that feeling, yes. But he was in love with the train wreck that was his relationship with Remus. That thought made Sirius missed Remus more.

Lily was giggling now. “I think you should tell him”

Sirius snorted finally realizing that Lily had been hearing the whole time. He wiped his tears laughing a bit. He shook his head.

“Nah. That would be too bloody embarrassing. I´m fucking Sirius Black, remember?”

Lily laughed at that “I´m sorry your highness”

She rolled her eyes.

Sirius smiled.

“I think you should tell him because I´m pretty sure he feels the same way about you”

Sirius smiled at that. Remus loving him as much as he loved him. It was amazing.

“Please don’t tell James… He would never leave me alone with this”

“I don’t promise anything” Lily smiled

“Lily!” Sirius protested.

Lily laughed. She nodded and Sirius was grateful.

Suddenly they heard baby Harry crying.

“Lily?” It was James, asking for her.

“Coming!” Lily sighed. She winked at Sirius before leaving.

“Love you Ginger!” he yelled after her.

“Get some sleep”

Sirius felt asleep on the living couch without realizing. He was half asleep when he heard voices coming from the kitchen and baby giggles. He assumed James and Lily were awake. But he didn’t wake up. He kept his eyes closed for a bit longer.

“Pads?”

Sirius heard his voice. He must be dreaming about him again.

Giggles “Pads”

Someone poked his arm. Oh shit. He wasn’t dreaming. Remus was here. He opened his eyes quickly. Remus was there. He looked tired; a bit dirty but with a big grin across his face. So beautiful. So so beautiful.

“Hi” Remus smiled.

Sirius touched his face to make sure he was real. He was. Remus was back next to him.

“Moony!” Was all that came out of his mouth before he kissed Remus forcefully. Remus laughed into the kiss.

“I missed you too” Remus whispered.

Sirius hugged him. Smelling him in, touching him like he hadn’t[H1] done it in a long time.

“I love you Moons” he said “So much”

“I love you too Pads”

And they kissed again, only interrupted by James calling them for breakfast.

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Table For Two - Natasha Romanoff x avenger!reader

a/n- hey lovely people!! this is a part two for A Thin Line, inspired by a lovely comment from @captain-josslett (yes, i didn’t forget!). thank you so much for all the love on a thin line!! (very rushed proofreading on this one, sorry for any mistakes!) italics are for thoughts and bold is for text messeges, divider is by @firefly-graphics. Enjoy!!<3

Summary: You and Natasha now have a week off. Here are three dates you go on to make the best of that time:)

Word count: ~3,100

Warnings: Slight sexual themes, maybe some curse words?? i don’t remember lol

It’s been 24 hours since you got back from your mission with Nat, and you spent the absolute most of them sleeping.

When you first got back you were rushed straight to the infirmary, but after a quick check it turned out Natasha handled your wound quite well, and you were able to get back to your room. You barely managed to keep your eyes open long enough to slip on your pajamas before you fell into a deep sleep. Which you desperately needed.

When you woke up it was noon the next day, and you woke up feeling disoriented, until you remembered the events of the previous day, the cause of your exhaustion; the lunatics who cut your arm, disarming the missiles, kissing Natasha. A smile involuntarily rose on your face at that last one.

You stretched your limbs a little, grimacing at the pain shooting down your arm. Having still not showered since yesterday, you were just about ready to jump in the shower before you realized you hadn't asked if you could take off the bandage today so you could shower. Stifling a groan, you put on some comfy clothes and headed down to the infirmary, to hopefully take your bandage off.

Walking down the corridors of the compound, you didn't really want to see anyone right now. Having not showered the night before, you imagined you looked, and probably smelled like shit.

And just in that state is how you encountered Natasha, who was looking as stunning as usual, walking towards you from the opposite direction, holding a bandage in her hand.

"Hey," you smiled, unsure of how much contact the redhead wanted with you right now, you awkwardly put your hand forward.

Thankfully, Natasha took that as an invitation for a hug, and embraced you tightly against her. You wrapped your hands around her in reflex. God, she also smells good. That's so unfair.

"How are you feeling?" she smiled a small smile, retracting her hands and crossing them on her chest for a moment before uncrossing them letting them fall to her sides.

"Better," you smiled back at her. "I was just about to go to the infirmary to ask them if I could take this thing off," you raised your bandaged arm, "so I could finally have that shower," you chuckled.

"Actually, I- uh, I was just there," Natasha said, "I thought that's what you're gonna want when you woke up so I went ahead and asked them, and they said you could take it off and then put this," she raised up the bandage she was holding, "back on it."

"Oh," you grinned, "thanks." You took the bandage from her hand, your fingers brushing against her hand briefly. In a silent understanding, you both started heading back in the direction of your room, side by side. Once you got to your door, you spoke up.

"What were you going to do if I wasn't awake yet?" you asked, amused.

"I guess I was just going to leave the bandage outside of your door and text you," she shrugged with a smile.

"Well, thanks again," you smiled back at her.

"You're welcome. You were amazing yesterday," she said, not looking directly at you.

"So were you! I mean, bursting in and shooting the bad guys away like you did is super badass," you bumped her shoulder in hers, smiling.

At that she did look at you, a soft smile sneaking onto her lips. "Well, if you think so, would you mind going to dinner with me? Tonight maybe?"

"I’d love that," you smiled and squeezed her arm. "I'll see you tonight. But can you choose the restaurant? I don’t have the brainpower to do it myself right now," you giggled and she nodded. "Great! Just text me when to be ready. For now, I'm gonna finally hit that shower," you chuckled and went inside your room, closing the door behind you.

Natasha licked her lips behind the closed door. One part of her wanted to tell you to stop talking about yourself in the shower so much. The other one wanted to join you. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts. At least get her a dinner first, she chastised and walked away. She still needed to figure out where to take you.

When it was finally time you took one last look in the mirror, checking your reflection and smoothing over the fabric of your outfit one last time before opening the door and heading downstairs to meet Natasha in the garage. Your bandage wasn't even itching as much as the previous one, which was a definite plus. Her text said to dress fancy, but comfortable enough to ride her motorcycle, so you did just that.

She met you by the elevators, "Hey," she greeted. She was dressed in stockings and a short dress, looking even more gorgeous than usual, if that was possible. Taking your hand in hers, she led you towards her spot and stopped in front of a large red bike.

"So," you chuckled nervously, "are you sure this thing is like… safe?" you frowned.

"When I'm driving it, it's as safe as any car," she smirked and mounted it, making her dress ride up the littlest bit. "C'mon," she patted the rest on the seat behind her. Hesitantly, you lifted your leg over the seat and sat on behind her. She extended a helmet to you, which you put on gratefully.

"Ready?" she asked, giving you a smirk over her shoulder.

"Yeah," you chuckled nervously.

She started to press on the gas, and before she even got out of the parking spot your hands flew to wrap tightly around her torso, your chest pressing against her back.

Natasha looked back to see you, eyes closed, clinging onto her. You opened one eye and found her looking at you with a soft smile playing on her lips. "Why'd we stop?" you asked, puzzled.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently.

"Okay, so I might be a teensy bit nervous about the whole motorcycle thing…" you scrunched up your nose in a playful grimace. "What? It has no walls!" you said defensively.

"Do you trust me?" Natasha asked, still smiling.

"Yes. Wait, is this the part where we go on a magic carpet ride?" you grinned. At her puzzled expression, you let out a shocked gasp. "I can't believe you haven’t seen Aladdin. We'll have to fix that sometime," you smiled. "But to answer your question, yes," you took a deep breath, "I do trust you. Let's go," you nodded and secured your arms around her.

She shook her head at your antics, but she made sure she wasn't making the turns too sharp when you left the compound. Slowly but surely, you opened your eyes, the wind of the open road soaring on your face. You sat a little straighter, releasing your death grip on Natasha's waist slightly. In front of you, you heard her take a deep breath. "Sorry!" you called out to her over the wind.

"It's fine!" she called back and chuckled.

Before long, you got into town and were parking in front of the restaurant she picked out. Hopping off quickly, Natasha offered her hand out to you, which you gratefully accepted before getting off the bike, slightly less graceful than her.

You took in your surroundings. It was a fancy place, no doubt, but it wasn't one of these so-fancy-nothing-there-is-actually-good places, as far as you could tell at least.

The hostess ushered you in, leading you to a secluded table in a quiet corner of the room. You and Natasha took your seats in front of each other, looking at the menus. Her foot accidentally kicked your leg under the table when she crossed her leg on top of the other. You smiled at her, eyes peaking from above the menu, and she returned an apologetic smile.

You sat in companionable silence until your waitress came by to take your order.

"What would you like?" she asked with a bright smile.

Upon finding out you both wanted the same dish, you laughed a little and ended up agreeing to share it, the sight of the packed plates being brought to other tables making you realize these are dishes that were meant for more than one person to share.

"How did you find this place?" you asked Nat once the waitress left.

"I looked up places you might like, but they all seemed too… fancy," Nat scrunched up her nose, meaning it as an insult. "Like, these places that are so fancy they serve tiny, not actually tasty dishes?" she continued, echoing your earlier thoughts. "And then I remembered walking by this place once, and that it seemed, you know, actually nice, and according to the internet it really is."

"Well, I also think it is 'actually nice'. I'm glad you found it," you smiled. For a second, a silence washed over you both. It wasn't exactly hostile or tense, but for a first date you could argue any kind of silence is mostly undesirable.

"So," you said, unable to think of anything else, "when we met, you didn't actually hate me? Just to get the facts straight," you scratched your arm a little, conscientious of your actions.

"No," she laughed, "I actually really liked you. But, it was like… you're a bit of a ray of sunshine, do you know that?" you smiled, ducking your head, but still waiting for her to continue. "And most people would argue that's good. I do too. But when you wrap yourself under a shield of a gloomy approach like I did…"

"It could scare away the storm," you finished. "I get it," you smiled, reaching to squeeze her hand from across the table.

"Okay, my turn now – what did you think of me when we first met?" she smirked a little.

"I thought you were totally badass," you giggled, "and I still do. I mean, when we first met I saw you totally kicking Steve's ass in the training room," your eyes twinkled in humor at the memory of the lithe spy knocking down the broad-shouldered soldier.

"Oh yeah, I remember that day. You did a way better job than Tony at containing your laughter," she smiled.

At the end of the night, when you rode back on her bike, your posture was already much more relaxed. When you arrived back at the parking lot, you attempted to get off the bike yourself. Fortunately, Natasha was faster than you and managed to catch you in her arms when you stumbled in your descent off, her arms clutching your waist to stabilize you.

"You okay?" she asked, smiling.

"I'm great," you beamed at her. You both stood there for a moment, eyes locked together, frozen in each other's arms, before you stood up straight, detaching your arms from her. Later, you reflected on that being a very poor decision.

"Thank you, for everything," you smiled gently.

"You're very welcome," she smiled, licking her lips before you both went into the elevator, and you went to each her own, greeting each other a quite goodnight

Natasha and you were texting back and forth during the last day. Each needing to attend to paperwork from the mission and the one that piled up during it, you didn't really see each other the day after your date. Today, you sent her a good morning text. You spent what was probably an unreasonable amount of time deciding whether to send a heart, which one and how many, but you ended up settling for a simple red heart.

Once she texted you back, indicating she was awake, you texted her – It's my turn to pick the venue today. Dress to kill;)

After a short contemplation you realized that was too unclear, and texted again – I meant like, comfortable enough to fight in. But obviously not fight gear:)

You smiled at the text she sent back. Sounds wonderfully ominous. See you x

You couldn't help but grin like a fool at the little kiss at the end. Excited, you went to pick an outfit for yourself.

It was afternoon when you met Natasha down at the garage, this time taking your car since you were driving. "Oh, vehicles with doors, I missed you," you exclaimed wistfully upon entering the driver's seat, making Natasha chuckle.

"So, where are we going? Natasha asked, a curious look on her face.

"You'll see," you smirked, "but I'm pretty sure you're gonna like this."

When you finally pulled up to the building, Natasha read the sign on top of the door.

"Laser Tag?" she asked you, her brow raised and a smile ghosting on her lips.

"Have you played before?" you asked, opening the door for her to enter before you.

"No, but I'm gonna kick your ass," she smirked.

You got grouped up with some other people and you got strapped into your game vests.

Once you went into the dark room, you departed from Natasha and went to find a good hiding place. It was an individual game, meaning you each had to shoot everyone else as much as you could to get points and win.

"Three… two… one…" the mechanic voice boomed through the speakers, "Go!"

Almost immediately, the voices of several shots were heard. You stayed where you are, listening for any footsteps. You saw a light from a vest a few meters from you and shot, seeing that you hit your opponent.

As the game went on, you noticed it seemed you and Natasha were in the lead, unsurprising since you were both trained agents. You haven't seen much of her, and so far, you didn’t shoot each other, considering that this was a date.

You sneaked into a corner of the room, leaning against the wall. You probably shouldn't be taking the game this seriously, but that's like half the fun. You saw someone approach, someone who was taking the game as seriously as you were – Natasha.

She raised her hands when she saw you, getting closer and closer with a smile on her face. "It's just me," she whispered.

"Are you having fun?" you grinned at her, her features hard to see in the darkness enveloping you.

"Yeah," she said as she got closer and closer yet, until she was standing right in front of you, close enough so you could feel her breath.

"But it's not much of a challenge," she whispered, smirking down at you.

"Is it?" you whispered back, tilting your head, biting your lips.

Natasha smiled before diving in quickly, capturing your lips with hers. Your tongues explored, battling for dominance. If a few moments ago you were complaining about the darkness, these are the fireworks that light it up.

You came away for air, looking at her through your lashes. Before you could say anything else, she quickly raised her gun and shot at you from point blank, making your mouth open in shock.

"Not much of a challenge," Natasha smirked and left hurriedly, before you could recover. You shook your head and chuckled. That's one way to do it.

The day after that you met Nat at the common kitchen in the morning. She was munching on some toast and you made yourself something to drink.

"So, I've been thinking," you started, "we should probably work on that thing we talked about."

"What thing?" she asked, brows furrowed.

"How you…" you trailed off. Looking around as if to make sure no one heard what embarrassing thing you were going to see next, "haven't watched Aladdin," you whispered.

She burst into laugher and you soon followed, your heart filling with pride at the sound.

So, that evening, you had a movie night. Pretty standard stuff – some popcorn, warm blankets, Disney movies.

Sitting down on the huge couch, Natasha extended her arms towards you and you immediately accepted the invitation and cuddled into her arms.

"Ugh, why would he go in there?" Natasha asked and you laughed.

"For storyline purposes," you answered honestly and made her laugh in return.

You both munched down on the popcorn, with you occasionally moving to the songs, exchanging quick remarks about the movie.

Once it was over, you were both a little drowsy, but definitely not tired yet. You put on another drama movie, whatever was on the TV at that point. But you quickly got bored with it, opting to stare at Nat instead. The feeling of her chest gently rise and fall beside you was calming, made you feel at peace. It was ironic, feeling so safe and secure in the arms of a super-mega-assassin, but she had that effect on you. Her blue eyes were focused on the TV, lashes blinking once every few moments, her tongue darting out to unknowingly wet her lips.

"Stop staring," she smirked and turned her gaze to you, clearly feeling your eyes on her.

"I don't want to," you challenged with a smile.

She bent and planted a kiss on your lips, one that started out as sweet and gentle, but once you straddled her hips became more heated and urgent. Your hands tangled in her hair, hers grabbing onto your hips and your tongues danced together, drawing the sweetest noises of pleasure from her throat. Your lips made their way to her neck, nipping and sucking gently on her soft skin until-

"Oh my god!" you heard a voice coming from the doorway and immediately turned your head, "I definitely didn't need to see that!" claimed a blushing Steve. Standing beside him was Tony, with his usual poise. "Don't stop on our account," he smirked, "We're just here to grab some files I left here but by all means, we can stay for the show."

"I'm gonna strangle you in your sleep," you deadpanned, as Nat lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around her torso.

"And then I'll kick you where it hurts, for good measure," she added, carrying you out of the room.

"We're very happy for you!" Tony called out after you, and you gave him the finger.

"Could you believe that, Rogers, and in the middle of the living room, no less," Tony chuckled and turned to look at the still flustered man.

"Lay off of it, Tony," Steve smacked his shoulder friendly, but with enough force to remind him who's the super soldier between the two.

"Jeez, alright. But they are cute," he smiled, watching you disappear from sight down the long corridor.

hope y’all liked this! did i write the most of it while I Kissed A Girl was playing on loop? I guess you’ll never know😌

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Until The End Of Time (Diego Hargreeves x reader)

Summary: After being separated from Five’s time traveling from 2019, Y/N reunites with Diego for the first time in two years. Noticing that Diego brought a friend with him, she started to become jealous.

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x reader

Title Reference: Until The End of Time x Justin Timberlake

Word Count: 1.8k words

Warning: swearing

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Diego’s pov;

Maybe it was because I haven't seen Y/N in a long time, she seemed different. Sure her hair got longer, her smile was pretty as it had always been and her 60s styled outfit looked really good on her. But it was more than the change of her appearance.

It was as if she didn't notice me at all.

Ever since the family split up after Five time traveled from the apocalypse in 2019, I did everything I could to find Y/N. All the stores and the alleyways I've been at, she was never there. Eventually, some lunatic called the cops on me for disturbance and they decided to stick me here in the institution.

I couldn't lie about the fact that my emotions got to me to make stupid decisions. I've gotten angry at a man I tried to ask questions regarding Y/N. His rude response got the best of me and I punched him, called him fouls names.

If he hadn't said and I quote "No, I don't care about your bitch", he wouldn't have gone home with a broken nose and a black eye. It wouldn't have landed me at this institution either.

Couple months later, Five found me at the institution, told me he hasn't found anyone else in the family yet. The first thought I had in mind was Y/N and the possibility of her still being alone in the streets of Dallas.

Being a great brother that Five was, he left me in there. After I knew that the rest of the family had maybe landed here in Dallas as well, I had to try more to find Y/N. I needed to see her again.

With the help of my new friend Lila, we barely escaped from the institution. We've almost got busted by the security guards and the police officers that were looking for us but we managed to get their eyes off of us for a bit.

Who would've thought after busting my ass to find Y/N, she'd welcome me back with cold shoulder.

I'd thought the reunion with Y/N would be romantic in a sense, or at least heartwarming. She avoided eye contact with me, barely touching me as we hugged each other. I couldn't question her though, maybe later when we were alone.

Y/N’s pov;

Maybe I was overthinking, realistically I had no right to be angry or upset but I was. Diego returned to our family with a girl by his side. Not only was she a girl, she was unique and pretty badass. Not to mention they were oddly close to each other. This Lila girl and Diego looked like a good pair.

Yeah, I was jealous.

How can I not be? I've been away from my family for nearly two years after landing in 1961. Of course Diego found someone new, an upgrade if you will. After upgrading himself with nice hair and a beard.

It was still upsetting that after all the years of serving as a detective, going through hoops looking for him and Diego appears out of nowhere. I guess maybe I was the dumbass that waited years for him.

'Let's meet back together tonight to talk about dad and his whereabouts.' Five said as he stood up. 'If any of you are late I swea-'

'Yeah, yeah. You won't do shit to us.' Klaus smiled, tapping on his shoulder.

Everyone laughed in sync, Five rolling his eyes knowing damn well that we will at least 10 minutes late. 'The things I do for you guys.'

Allison giggled, pulled on my hand as she pulled me to the corner of the room. It had been years since I've seen my sister, her and Diego were the only two in the family that I haven't seen since the apocalypse.

'I can't believe you have a husband... again!' I poked her on the shoulder, 'Allison Chestnut does have a nice ring to it.'

'It does sound good, doesn't it?' Allison smiled, 'And Ray is great, amazing actually. What about you? Found anyone during the time you were here?'

"Pathetic" was the first thing I thought in my head when I realized the past two years, I didn't even bat an eye for anyone. There were other detectives and officers that were attractive of course but I didn't care to build a relationship past friendship with any of them. My mind was too focused on Diego and only him.

'A few dudes from work, yeah.'

Allison raised her eyebrows, immediately started to laugh as she detected my lie. 'You're still the worst liar I've ever met. Is this abou-'

'You know it is. Sh! Don't say it too loud.'

'So what? You waited for him and now you're not gonna talk to him?'

Having Allison as my best friend was a blessing and a curse, she read me like a book even when we haven't seen each other for years. Granted mind reading was my specialty, I always felt like Allison had this secret power and never told anyone.

'Well, in case you became blind in these past three years you've been stuck here, he has a girl with him.'

'I don't know, it doesn't seem like anything to me.'

'Okay, so you are blind.'

'Y/N, you're over thinking. The shit you always pull, I'm not even surprised.'

'I am not overthinking!'

She crossed her arms, fed up with this habit of assuming everything. She'd thought after this two years I'd be different, 'Then go read his mind then.'

'I don't need my power to figure this one out.' I chuckled under my breath, 'Did you see the way she was touching his thighs when Vanya was talking about her amnesia? Oh my g-'

Allison puckered her lips, nervously smiling but she wasn't smiling at me. 'Oh hey Diego! Long time no see brother!'

I glared at Allison before I turned around and flashed a fake smile towards Diego, I was definitely going to run my mouth about this after this encounter was over.

'Hey Allison. Congrats on your marriage.' Diego smiled sweetly, the same smile I loved for as long as I can remember.

'Thanks, thanks. Excuse me while I go talk to Luther.' Great, not only did she not warn me about Diego coming by but she left me alone with him as well.

It wasn't just me that felt the awkward tension between us because Diego was acting very strange too. 'I see you grew your beard.'

'Yeah, figured I'd do something different.' He breathed, looking at me up and down. 'You look really great Y/N.'

'Why are you telling me this?' I didn't mean to blurt it out, my stupid thoughts just came out of my mouth without me even thinking.

Diego just scratched his head, not knowing what to say after that. 'Because you do, why else would I say it?'

'Well, you need to stop.' I bit my lips as I walked out of the small apartment, making my way down the alley.

'Why are you acting like this?' He followed me. Man, I wish he didn't. Diego just made things even harder for me. 'I thought you'd be happy to see me.'

'I thought so too but-' I stopped myself, knowing that whatever came out of my mouth would definitely change everything. I couldn't do this to myself or to Diego.

'But what Y/N?'

'Nothing. I'll see you at the next meeting.'

'Wait-wait!' Diego caught my hand before I walked off, 'I've searched through this whole city looking for you. The least you can do is owe me an explanation.'

Immediately, I pulled my hand away. If I stayed here more with him I knew that I'd either get pissed off or I'd start crying. Either way, I didn't want Diego to witness that I care about all of this.

'I think the person who owes an explanation is you, Diego.'

Diego’s pov;

My brows furrowed, confused about what Y/N was going on about. What did I need to explain to her that made her to hate me so much?

Was she mad that I've beaten someone up without thinking of my consequences? Y/N used lecture me about controlling my emotions but there was no way she'd know about the reason why I got sent to an institution. Unless Five told her, of course.

But would she be this angry was the question. The way she reacted when I came to talk to her was as if I did something to upset her personally.

Then it suddenly hit me; the possible reason why Y/N was pissed off at me. The typical assumption and overthinking shit she pulled even back when we were in our old timeline.

I couldn't help but laugh, the way Y/N was eyeing me down as if she wanted to slit my throat. It was sort of kind of cute in a way, she really loved me that much to get this jealous over Lila.

'What the hell are you laughing about?'

'You're fucking adorable.' I continued to laugh, holding onto my stomach. 'You know there's nothing going on between me and Lila, right?'

Y/N's shoulders dropped as the tension in her muscles relaxed. She even had a slight, very slight smile on her face. I knew I hit bullseye the way she bit her lips and how her eyes wandered.

'Yeah, that's what I thought.'

'Shut up!' She playfully hit me on my arm, not going to lie it did hurt a little. 'Diego, I-you had me all confused... uhm wow I feel stupid.'

I pulled Y/N in for a hug, kissing her forehead and rubbing her back. 'For a mind reader, you sure assume the stupidest stuff.'

She hugged me back tightly and mumbled under her breath. 'I know, I know. When it comes to you, I go crazy.'

'It's okay, baby. We all have our moments.'

Y/N looked up at me, cupping my cheek and gently ran her finger like she used to do all the time. 'I'm so sorry, Diego. I spent these past two years looking everywhere for you and when I saw-'

'Sh, sh.' I licked my lips and stared at her eyes, it was hard to believe that she waited for me for two years. 'None of that matters anymore. We're both here now.'

A smiled formed on her face as she pulled me in for a kiss. This was a better reunion than I imagined, despite the complication we had a few minutes back. With all of this, I appreciated Y/N more and I was definitely glad that we've found each other again.

'I love you.' Words escaped my mouth as we both pulled away. 'Don't forget that.'

She kissed me again, running her fingers through my hair. 'I love you too, Diego.'

'Mhmm.' I said as I smirked, 'You know it's kind of hot when you're all angry and jealous for me.'

Y/N rolled her eyes, 'Too soon buddy. And that's not funny.'

#tua oneshot #the umbrella academy oneshot #diego hargreeves oneshot #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves fic

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choco-mark · 4 years

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28 April ✹ ♡ boyfriend!donghyuck + roommate!renjun ft. neighbor!jeno

a part of the Quarantine Diaries!!

“Unnecessary!” You shouted out again, turning away from your two roommates currently in the kitchen. “It’s completely unnecessary and a waste of time. You guys can do it, whatever, but I’m not joining.”

Renjun sighed, shaking his head as he looked over to Donghyuck, who had now scrunched his face up in concentration. Your two lunatic roommates (one of which was your boyfriend) had decided they wanted to cook something, but of course it had to be late at night when you finally had some time to yourself after hours of long working.

Donghyuck watched you for a little while, seeing how you were focused on the TV instead and rolling his eyes in disapproval. With a silent few steps, he reached over the couch, grabbed the remote from your hand and switching it off. “Hyuck!”

“Hyuck!” He mocked, holding the remote up as you tried to snatch it back. “You’re cooking with us, that’s what roommates are supposed to do! Bond together!” You scowled, sitting up on your knees to try and grab it from his hand, your arm leaning on his shoulder to try and bring him down. “Hey, work with me here, Y/N!”

Suddenly, a pair of arms snaked around your waist, yanking you backwards into the other boy’s chest. “We’ll tie you to a chair, hun,” Renjun said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, pulling you off the couch. “Or even better, you can refuse to help us and we won’t let you eat anything.”

You let out a sigh, planting your feet to the floor as you yanked his hands away from your body. “Okay, okay, fine. I know you’re just asking me because you both can’t cook without my help.” You said the last words with a lower voice, only being heard by you as the other two made their way to the kitchen. “What’re we making?”

Donghyuck twirled around dramatically as you entered the area, stopping in front of you to place a pan in your hands and then kiss your forehead. “We’re making steak and pasta!” He looked at you with sparkling eyes, as if asking for some kind of permission when your mouth dropped open. “W-What?”

“You want to make steak at two in the morning? Uh uh, no, sorry I’m going back to my reality—” You made a motion to turn around, but Donghyuck already had a hand latched onto your sweatshirt, making you stumble back into him. “Hyuck, come on! I thought we were gonna make—like, instant ramen or something! Not a whole damn meal at the break of dawn!” You glanced over at Renjun, who was standing behind him with his arms crossed. “Junnie! Help me out, please!”

“Er—Y/N’s right,” Donghyuck turned around his voice, watching as he held up two ramen packets. “I already had them ready, I even started boiling the water. I thought we were gonna make steak and pasta tomorrow?” You giggled as you saw the boy in front of you slouch a little, handing the pan back to him.

You moved past him, giving him an encouraging tap on the shoulder as you saw his pouty face, your smile widening from how cute he was acting even though he was upset. “Aw Hyuckie, it’s okay, we’ll make it tomorrow, hmm?” He shook his head, his hair flopping into his eyes as you cupped his cheeks into your hands, pecking him softly on the lips to brighten him up just a little. “Hmm?”

“Hey! No kissing in the kitchen—oh fuck!” Renjun leaped back from where he was standing, his face contorting as he pointed down at the ground where your feet were, a disgusted look forming from his lips. “Y/N, there’s a fucking cockroach right there!”

You yelped from just the word ‘cockroach’ shuffling away immediately as you hid behind the safety of your boyfriend’s back, peeking down from between his arm and torso. “Where?!”

“You dipshit, it’s not a cockroach, are you blind?!” Donghyuck stumbled backwards, pushing you back as well. “It’s a spider! A really fucking big one too!” You looked around him, taking a glance at what the two of them were talking about and hell yeah, that was a fucking huge spider.

“Does it matter?! What is it doing in my kitchen?!”

“Your kitchen?! We all live here, dumbass!” Donghyuck roared back, opting to hid behind the kitchen island instead, with you following suit. “It was probably you that brought it in here in the first place, I knew you were trying to kill us all!” You knew that Donghyuck’s words made absolutely no sense, but you also knew how not very—fond he was of insects, or anything that was relatively not friendly looking.

“Renjun, you kill it!” You said, watching as the other boy decided to climb onto the counter, getting himself as far away as he could. It was moving around now, according to Renjun’s various shouts, and you peeped up from behind the island, seeing him standing straight like a tower. “Why are you standing?!”

“I’m not killing it, you do it!”

“No! You’re the oldest!”

“Well, Hyuck’s the tallest, he should do it!” You narrowed your eyes at Renjun’s words, realizing that his voice was getting higher and higher pitched with each syllable. “Oh my god, it’s climbing! It’s climbing up the cabinets! It’s coming for me, holy shit!”

“Bold of you to say that when you’re living a three feet life!” Donghyuck shot back, glancing over at you to give you a little wink, clearly proud of his words. “And you know what, maybe it’s fate! It’s supposed to come for you because you’re gonna die today! This is your—”

His words were cut off by a loud rasping knock on the front door, startling the three of you as you all looked back in sync, your hearts racing even faster than before. You looked over to Donghyuck, who was already looking at you, tilting his head towards the door, mouthing ‘you get it,’ while you shook your head, slapping his thigh. “Ow!”

You leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse at where Renjun was currently lighting up the world when you felt a sharp smack to your ass, making you hiss as you looked back at your boyfriend. He rubbed the area, his face looking not so apologetic, his mouth forming the into words of ‘go get it, baby.’

“Stop getting kinky in my kitchen,” Renjun sang with a playfully annoyed voice, making Donghyuck turn his smirk into a sour face. “Is someone gonna get the door, or am I gonna have to sacrifice myself?”

“I think—”

“Shut up!” You stood up, walking out of the kitchen to where the door was, a clear presence being outside. Peeking through the peep hole, you recognized the handsome face, your mouth shaping into an ‘o’. “I’m opening it,” you whispered, unlocking the door.

“Six feet—”

You pulled open the door to your very good-looking neighbor, who also wasn’t looking very happy, or energetic. He rubbed at his eyes from under his glasses, a sigh coming from his lips as he focused at you. “Hi. So, you do know what time it is, right? Um, wait, I’ll tell you,” he glanced at his wrist, which was empty, and then back up at you. “It’s fucking three forty-five.”

You felt an arm sling around your neck, the weight pulling you down slightly as you glanced over at your boyfriend, who was slowly dragging you farther into the apartment. “I guess I’d have to wish you a good morning, Jeno! A warm good morning and a goodbye.” He slammed the door shut before Jeno could protest, locking it immediately and then turning back towards you. “Six feet away, baby! What if he had the virus?!”

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward towards the door but being met with Donghyuck’s chest instead. “Babe, if he had the virus, then we all would have it. He fixed our washing machine yesterday, and the boiler last week. It’s Lee Jeno, Hyuck, he doesn’t leave his apartment just as much as any of us do. And, that was rude! You just slammed the door in the poor guy’s face!”

“He was being unsafe—”

“Guys,” both of you looked to the left, focusing in on Renjun, who was now standing by the kitchen island, and currently staring at the tiles. “The spider’s gone. It’s gone. I lost it.” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head as he said those words, having seen it coming.

“Well, we’ll have spider and pasta tomorrow then.”

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spooky-luvur · 4 years

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So I feel like these characters have never been in a fic before- Can you do something with Arthur and his male partner during the scene at the Aberdeen pig farm (the weird asf incest couple) and Arthur getting really over protective

Sorry if this is super late anon I didn’t get the notification :(

I only just recently played that mission and the whole time I was just as stiff and uncomfortable as Arthur was I genuinely thought they were cannibals and we’re gonna eat me. Well, eat Arthur.

Glad I got to blow their heads off with a shotgun

Also fun fact! I’m writing this on a plane

“Arthur, you sure this tip is good?”

“Well, I did get it from a feller who just got out of jail.”

You shoot him a look.

“I ain’t sayin nothing, but relax. Farmers usually got lots o’ money anyway. If they ain’t good, shoot ‘em and run.”

“If you say so..”

Probably the last thing you expected to see from the house you were gonna rob was a very fat man in nothing but overalls reclining on the front porch. You and Arthur stop in your tracks, glancing at each other. Should you go back? And leave all the money behind?

Before you can decide what to do, the fat man notices the both of you awkwardly standing there.

“Well hey there friends!”

You swallow, moving your hand slightly to brush your wrist against the handle of your gun.

“Don’t be shy, partners! No such thing as strangers here!” His eyes trail over both of you, staying on you for a little longer than necessary. He grins.

“Yeah, you two look like you need to take a load off...”

The door suddenly opens, drawing yours and Arthur’s attention. A thin yet busty woman steps into the porch, a light smile on her pale face.

“Well...” she drawls, “ain’t this a rare treat?” She goes to stand beside the man, placing a hand on his chest. So it was a couple. “Why did you tell me we had guests comin’? I’da fixed myself up nice...”

Couple of lunatics.

“Aw, now, you know you look perfect princess...” fatty laughs.

“Erm, we ain’t no guests, Miss,” Arthur glances at you. “Just passin’ through.”

The man waves his hand. “Oh, nonsense, come on in, rest a while. We got food on the stove, and a bottle of the good stuff we been savin.”

“It’s decided then,” the woman steps back into the house. “I’m gonna go freshen up...” her voice is light, seductive as she winks at you.

Arthur’s jaw tightens. “We appreciate the offer but we best be on our way.”

“Oh, come on now!” Spreading his arms wide, he grins at Arthur. “Are you gonna turn down a hot meal and good company? Ha! I’ll go open that bottle!”

Arthur sighs heavily. “I don’t like this.”

You place a hand on his arm, frowning. “Me neither. But think about the money, Arthur. We could really use it. And like you said, thing go south, we hightail outta there.”

He shakes his head, thinking it over. Eventually, he nods.

“Okay.”

“Hey there they are!”

Fat Man (sorry if that’s offensive idk what else to call him other than man and besides- outlaws were mean) is already sitting at the rickety-looking table. “Come on in! Come on!” He gestures for you to sit.

Arthur makes you sit in the seat further away, giving you a look once you open your mouth to question him.

“I hope she ain’t preppin’ for hours up there or we’ll never eat!” He turns his attention to you, a weird smile on his face.

“Hey, tiny, go check on her, will ya?”

You begin to stand, but Arthur’s firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

“No...I’ll do it. He can stay here.”

Fat Man shrugs. “Fine by me! I just wanna eat!”

Yeah, you could tell.

After a few moments Arthur and the woman come back down, an odd look on Arthur’s face. You try questioning him, but he quickly shakes his head, taking a seat while she goes to the stove.

“Well ain’t this just about perfect!” Fatty says in a weird voice. “Just one of them moments you wish could last forever.”

“Like we said, we can’t stay long,” you give him a fake smile.

“Just look at us,” the man waves a hand at you and Arthur. “Like a couple of old friends.” He laughs as the woman sets plates down on the table. “It’s a short life, but a merry one.”

You look up from the food to see the woman looking at you with dark eyes. She’s bent over in such a way you could tell she’s purposely trying to show you as much cleavage as possible. Her husband doesn’t even seem to notice, or if he did, he doesn’t care. She giggles as you quickly avert your eyes. Right after, there’s a strong hand on your thigh, gripping tightly just above your knee. You glance over at Arthur, but he’s looking at the man.

“All the fixens. I hope you boys left some room in your trousers.” She looks between you and Arthur, a smirk on her face. “I can tell there ain’t much.”

Fatty inhales deeply and moans, opening his eyes to look at his wife. “That smells delicious.” He takes her hand. “Food don’t smell too bad neither.” They both laugh as he pulls her to sit on his lap.

“Oh, stop it, you!”

The continue to laugh, turning their attention to Arthur and you who’d been trying the food.

“How do you like it?” The woman asks.

Arthur nods. “Mm, it’s good. Different.”

The woman goes to get another chair from the side of the room as Fatty eats the food, moaning.

“That meat is so tender...” he glances at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

You pause from eating another piece. “Yes, it’s uhm, good...”

“And you know what? This place it used to be a pig farm- when we was-“ he picks at his teeth. “when we was kids?”

Wha- oh...oh dear...oh dear...

It hits you before it hits Arthur. You place down your fork slowly, loosing your appetite.

He continues. “Before we lost our Ma and Pa...horrible business.”

The woman’s mouth tightens into a thin line as she shakes her head. “Horrible.”

“But we still got each other ain’t that right honey pie?”

That’s when it hits Arthur.

“And we still know how to have a hog killin’ time.” (someone told me what she said ty)

You meet his eyes. He glances at the door before glancing back at you. You shrug, shoulders stiff.

“Here, here, that’s for you...”

They both feed each other food with their forks, eyes locked in a intimate moment, both moaning once they taste the others food. They don’t seem to remember you and Arthur were there until they slowly turned their heads. An awkward moment of silence passes before the woman puts down her forks abruptly.

“Where are my manners? Drinks!”

“Yeah, I could defiantly use a drink.” Arthur shakes just head, making you quietly snort.

“And you, sugar?” The woman smiles at you, holding a bottle.

“Yeah.” You really needed to forget all this in the morning.

She laughs, pouring you and Arthur each a small glass.

Arthur downs his in one gulp, and he immediately recoils at the taste. He clears his throat, looking at you.

‘Fucking strong’ are what his eyes tell you.

You down yours too, coughing. It burns your trait and stings your eyes. It’s strong that’s for damn sure. Stronger than any whiskey you’ve ever had. Doesn’t taste like anything you’ve ever had neither. It leaves an unpleasant feeling in your mouth and your gut.

“Ha! That stuff’ll put hair on your chest!”

“Oh, I doubt the big one needs that,” the woman rounds the table with the bottle, passing Arthur as she says that. But she stops at you, putting a hand on your shoulder and slowly sliding it down your partly open shirt and across your chest. You tense, holding your breath.

Oh, you can feel Arthur’s anger.

“But this one here needs some more. Whadda ya say, hun? Let’s loosen the both of you up some more.” She removes your hand, much to yours and Arthur’s relief, and goes back around the table to sit on her *brothers* lap.

Neither of you say anything, only looking at each other. You can tell Arthur doesn’t want to stay.

But the money is the main thing on your mind at the moment.

You just barely nod your head, and Arthur understands. He clenches his jaw, and begrudgingly takes another shot of the strange alcohol. The siblings laugh gleefully, looking at you for your turn.

You’re way lighter on alcohol than Arthur. Only your second shot and your head is already swirling.

The three are talking, laughing, but you don’t hear anything. You sway in your seat, pain flowing throughout your entire body. The last thing you feel is someone picking you up before everything goes black.

“Woo wee, we done and got ourselves a real nice one here!”

“We sure did!”

Ugh, what in the hell did you drink?

Your bleary eyes blink open. You’re standing, but your eyes are tied above your head and around a high railing of the stairs. You’re on your feet but barley. For a moment nothing is clear before you focus on the large figure of the Fat Man and his sister not two feet away from you.

“Oh, you sons of bitches,” you groan, hanging your head. Just listen to Arthur next time you moron.

They both laugh.

“Mama would be real proud of us wouldn’t she sugar?”

“She sure would honeybun!”

The woman turns back to you, getting on her knees. You struggle against the bonds, pushing your self as far away from the crazy woman as possible.

“Oh, don’t be shy, sugar, I only wanna taste you!” She giggles and puts one hand on your crotch and the other on your hip.

“You crazy bastards! Where’s Arthur!”

“Oh he won’t be back for a while, now hold still darlin’-“

Right as she reaches to unbuckle your belt, the front door flies open and a gun immediately goes off. The woman gasps in horror, rising to her feet. The large body of her brother crumples to the ground.

”NO!!!”

She screams, rushing at- thank the heavens- Arthur. Before she can reach him another shot goes off and she crumples right on top of Fatty.

You take a deep breath, head rolling back in relief.

“(M/n)? (M/n)!”

Arthur catches you once he cuts your bonds, holding you to his chest in a crushing grip.

“Goddamn, you alright?! The hell did they do to you?!”

“Nothin’ thanks to you.” You give him a long kiss, holding his face in your hands. He pulls away to put his forehead against yours and you can see the unshed tears in his eyes.

“Thought I damn near lost you...”

“It’s okay, Arthur. I’m alive, and they aren’t. Now, where is that money?”

——

#rdr2 #rdr2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #rdr2 arthur x male reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #request #anon request

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bourbon-ontherocks · 3 years

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(Previously, on Season 4 (re)watch...)

Actually this was probably this season’s episode that I’ve found the most interesting so far? (although don’t get me wrong, the bar was abysmally low 😂)

I'm sorry but in what Universe "we haven't actually met" is a good opener to someone you did meet??? Dave is a lunatic

While writing a crime tutorial isn't exactly convincing proof that you did it, "I'm a mom" isn't either a convincing argument, Beth...

Whoopsie, forgot, but DRINK UP!!! I'm barely three minutes in, I can feel that my liver won't recover from that episode...

It's true that so far the show had forgotten to dumb down Stan... It's now crossed off the to-do list! But to be fair, no character on this show would think about looking for the key taped on the side first. Also what kind of errand is this??? I'm very confused.

And RIP Rio's favourite envelopes store... HOW DARE YOU INFLICT THIS ON MY BOY??????

Ugh, it's the whole "your husband won't like it" joke all over again... I mean, I found it funny the first time, now it's just old and previsible and boring...

I mean no offense to any Nevadan, but like, you have the opportunity to start over literally anywhere and you choose HENDERSON, NEVADA???? Beth, what is wrong with you?

"Just don't give up on me, okay?" I just -- WHY? Why does this show keep trying to sell us Dean while everyone's made it pretty clear that we're not interested??

All things aside, isn't that weird to wish to get buried in your parent's house?? Like !!???

Aaaaaand another pseudo-misunderstanding where the other shoe drops a few minutes later and OH MY GOD I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING THAT IT REALLY WAS ABOUT GARDENING WHAT A SURPRISE!!!!!! Seriously, this shows really needs to stop recycling its jokes.

Also, why do Beth and Annie have to make this ridiculous guessing games about the bomb? They're gonna do the purchase anyway, couldn't they wait ONE MINUTE to be back in the car and tell Ruby?

Pffffffft, well MAYBE IT'S TIME TO LEARN ABOUT THE METRIC SYSTEM HUH??????

I really like the idea that tournaments in Kalamazoo apparently last for weeks and everybody is okay with this...

WHY IS STAN RETRIEVING A PYTHON????? I NEED ANSWERS!

I mean, I do hope for Rio's sake that Beth is not his only side dish... Otherwise our boy has only fucked twice in one year (according to this! delirious! timeline!), and man, that's rough!

The way Americans pronounce cul-de-sac is properly hilarious

"I thought you were special" *giant shrug emoji/Pikachu face* "I'm a mom" DRINK UP!!! I legit giggled at this line, it makes no fucking sense

Rio's LOUD and weary sigh as he settles in his stool is such an allegory of how I feel about Beth myself, it's beyond psychic

Ooooh, Rio's back on this weird kink of his to speak only in unknown nursery rhymes, huh?? Can somebody explain to me what "minue in the sack never take it back" means??????

Okay, I'm actually lost. Beth has made it very clear in season 2 that she DID find her suburban mom life excruciating. But here she's manipulating Rio into believing she's on his side? So that she can go back to this life? So does she like it or not?

Oh wait, I actually know the answer to this one: SHE'S A MOM! BAZINGA!

Man, Rio's cockiness to the idea that he's enough of a big criminal to see his associate get full witness protection package is hilarious. Rio x his ego is the biggest OTP in this show

HIS HAND LINGERED ON HER ARM AND I COMBUSTED AND EVAPORATED

Also, how does this bar make ANY money if Rio offers bottles around like that?

WHY DID SHE KILL THE BUTTERFLY????? I MEAN I GET THE METAPHOR BUT POOR POOR BUTTERFLY...

So Jane tried to turn the TV on during all the time Fitz took to eat his apple while Rio was in the bar convincing some dude to impersonate him???? Jesus, this show really does not get the concept of time, hahaha!!! Or possibly I don’t get the concept of montage lol!

I'm really concerned about the Boland kids, though, between Dean's lazy permissiveness and Beth blatantly lashing out at them, I just... ugh, these kids are NOT starting well in life. And Jesus, Dean really SUCKS at parenting!

So you want to make me believe that Rio didn't run even a BASIC background check on Fitzpatrick and just blindly followed Beth's directions? While she's been notoriously untrustworthy??

Oh wait. If he knew that the guy was trying to murder him, he probably also knew that he wasn't Dave. Calling him that right before killing him was probably a test. Or maybe he’s just an idiot.

So I guess little Emma/Jane will start taking cello lessons soon huh?? Because that's what Beth does when she kills a parent, right? Hanging out with their kids?

Oh snap, I forgot. Fitzpatrick can't die. He's a parent™.

Why aren't the girls trying to find a state where they can move altogether? They're way too codependant to go separately, I won't buy it.

I'm sorry did I miss an episode? Why did they need new plates? What happened to Lucy's ones?

I love how Beth's incredulous "Really?" echoes the "I am?" from ep 1 or 2, like she's so used to Rio playing cold it always comes out as a surprise when he doesn't, haha!

See?? Even cellmates don't want to be with Dean! Poor guy's really hated lol!

Oh wait before I forget: WHERE THE FUCK IS MICK??????

Bonus: Either Fitzpatrick has a very big gun at his waistband, either... well, honestly I don't know what's happening here 😂

Bonus 2: Obviously I won’t leave you smurfless for another week and a half! Have this footage of smurf!Rio about to kill Smurfpatrick. With Au-Jus because why not.

#nbc good girls #gg (re)watch #gg season 4 #for the record we pronounce something like 'küdsack'#Fitz's 'cooldeuhsack' had me cackle #also if someone has any idea of what's going on under Fitz's jacket I'm all ears #I really missed the thread about Dean's parenting on the first watch #like literally every scene with the kid is about how Dean allowed them stuff that Beth doesn't #it really makes Beth's final snap more comprehensible #on first watch I was like 'chill she just played with the remote control'#still think that Beth completely lost it though in that scene #but I see a little better where it comes from #also at this point 'I'm a mom' must be a running gag in the writer's room #someone must have made a bet on how many times they can put it in the lines because SERIOUSLY #and even more seriously where is Mick???#I need to know that my boy is living the life in his hot tub and tiny jacket #possibly at the same time

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 7- Öga for öga

Summary: The meeting with Sir Reginald Hargreeves went just as smoothly as you’d expected, so not at all. Elliot’s dead, and things just keep getting weirder. Go Team Zero!

Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @thatfandombitcch @2cuteforyourlies @fandomoverlord221 @la-vie-en-amour1 If you want tagged just hit me up.

Pulling out one of his own knifes from Elliot’s chest, Diego looks on, a hard expression clear on his face. You fold your arms as a sick feeling creeps over you, your eyes studying the message written in blood scrawled out on the floor below.

“I can’t believe Elliot’s dead.” Luther says sadly, whilst draping a blanket over Elliot’s lifeless body.

“I’ll fucking slit the throat of whoever did this to him.” You hiss quietly, pissed that you weren’t here to defend him.

“He was a good guy.” Luther says.

“Deserves better then this.” Diego adds.

“Yeah.” You and Luther say simultaneously. All of you a mix of shock, anger, and sadness. This should never have happened, everywhere the Hargreeves go they only seem to ever bring trouble.

“Elliot must’ve been getting close to the truth. It smells like the feds.” Diego says, looking out at the blood written writing.

“No way. Someone more sinister definitely pulled this off.” You tell him earnestly, dreadfully suspicious that this was indeed your guy’s fault.

“I agree with Y/N, I mean seriously Diego, if this was the federal government, they would take him somewhere and question him. They wouldn’t...do this.” Luther explains, pointing at the mess before him.

“This is 100% the work of a psychopath.” You tell him bluntly, the fuck is going on in his head right now, federal government my ass.

“Oga Feroga.” Diego says, looking over the balcony again, thinking deeply about what it could mean. “That a name?” He wonders.

Both you and Luther look over the bloody words as well. Confused, as to what the true meaning could be? A name? A phrase? A place, maybe?

“Let’s look her up.” Luther says, turning around to find the phone book. You make a confused face as the two of them walk over to call this, person?

——

You lean against the table behind Luther, as Diego leans against the main kitchen table to your right.

“Okay.” Luther flips through the phone book, trying to find her name.

Crossing your arms over your chest you tell them sarcastically, “Oh come on guys, how do we even know if it’s an actual persons name? It could mean, trash for lions, for all we know...and why would we call them, if this is the actual killer...like their really gonna answer with, Oh yes hello it is us the crazed lunatics who killed your friend our bad.”

“Holy shit, here it is?” Luther says surprised, both him and Diego ignoring your protests to stop jumping to conclusions. “Olga Feroga. That must be her.” He says matter-of-factly, showing the name to Diego.

“Call the bitch.” Diego says angrily.

“On it, and Y/N, don’t stop me....please.” He says while reaching for the wall phone, phone book still in hand, while Diego looks between the two of you.

Shaking your head at them in annoyance, keeping your arms crossed. You move around Diego and walk past him to lean against the kitchen counter on the opposite wall, waiting for whatever’s about to happen next. Right on cue, you hear Five teleporting inside, then run up the stairs to the three of you.

“It’s ringing.” Whispers Luther at Diego, glancing at you for a second, scared you might do something to stop him. “Uh, hello, Olga?” He questions. “It’s her. She sounds old. What should I say?” Looking to Diego for guidance. It’s the blind leading the blind, you think to yourself. Clearing his throat, Luther continues, “Excuse me, ma’am. Um, I was just wondering...what? My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and...” suddenly Diego takes the phone out of Luther’s hand, raising it up to speak. “You killed one of ours, Olga, now we’re coming after you. You will be dead. by. nightfall.” He ends, in the most try-hard intimidating voice you’ve ever heard. You snort, Five then walks up to the three of you, splattered with blood.

“Hey. It’s Öga för Öga, idiots. Swedish for “an eye for an eye.” Five tells them, while taking off his blazer.

They both turn to your smirking face, “And who was right? Not, you two dipshits.” You tell them, giving Diego a wink. The two of them just turn back to Five deciding to look elsewhere.

“It means the Swedes killed Elliot.” Five explains to them.

Diego brings the phone back up to speak into it again, “Wrong number. Have a lovely day.” He ends the call faintly smiling, avoiding your amused gaze. He turns to Luther, “We would have gotten there. Eventually.”

“Yeah.”

Five takes off his uniform jacket, walking briskly past the three of you. And straight into the bathroom.

“Uh, you have some blood on you.” Diego tells Five, a concerned expression on his face.

“A lot of blood, actually.” Luther stating the obvious.

“And all not yours.” You add with a raised eyebrow. What did he just do?

“Five, what did you do?” Luther demands, all three of you staring at Five expectantly.

——

You, Luther, and Diego start putting on your most essentially badass clothing for the day. Apparently we’re wearing all black today, you think, while putting on your dark red leather jacket. Well almost all black, gotta stand out right.

“So I found a way home.” Five tells you guys, while still in the bathroom putting on his tie.

“What? How?” Luther quickly says, tucking in his undershirt.

“All the details are irrelevant, but...I made a deal to get back to our timeline.”

“What about doomsday?” Diego wonders, looking in on Five.

“Won’t happen.” He replies, much to your shock and doubt.

“And the 2019 apocalypse?” You ask Five, as you stand in between Diego and Luther.

“Everything will be back to normal. All right? Now, no more questions. We gotta go.” He tells the three of you as he walks back into the kitchen adjusting his white shirt caller. “We have to find the others, right?”

“Yeah.” Luther says quickly, looking down at Five.

“Luther, get Allison.” Five begins. “Okay.” Says Luther with a nod.

“Diego and Y/N, Klaus. I’ll get Vanya.” Turning to leave he walks over putting on his jacket, turning back around to finish. “Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77 minutes.” He pulls two watches out of his pocket, handing one to you and the other to Luther. “Here. I’ve synchronized these watches.”

“Okay, lets do this.” Adds Luther.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.” Diego says, stopping Five from leaving. “You show up drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything’s gonna go back to normal if we go home now?”

“Elliot just got killed because of us.” Five exclaims just wanting to leave already.

“What about Dad? What about JFK?” Diego questions, yet again still refusing to give up on his concerns about them.

“Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We are taking it.” Five snaps, trying to get through to Diego about why everyone has to leave.

Not feeling right about the whole, leaving Lila to fend for herself situation, you speak up, “I at least gotta say goodbye to Lila, I feel wrong to just leave her hanging like that.” Five suddenly gets an exasperated face, throwing his agitation at you. “Lila doesn’t give a shit about any of you, she never did. She’s one of them. She’s a member of the Commission.” He yells throwing his arms up in frustration.

Your face twists in confusion, she was different for sure. But you didn’t expect her to be apart of the actual fucking Commission. What the hell.

“No. How could she?” You ask flabbergasted, Diego feeling the same way.

“She was just using you two, to get to me.” He tells you angrily, about to walk away. “Congratulations you’ve actually achieved something stupider then I thought you were capable of.” Five rudely adds, turning around again and heading towards the stairs. Okay then.

Stepping past Diego, you yell at Five, “Listen here you little shit, I just wanted to see my friend one last time. If you haven’t noticed I don’t exactly have many of them left.” You snap.

A flash later he’s in front of you, pointing up at your angry face with his own one. “If you don’t do this, I’ll kill you myself. And promise me, I could find a way. Got it.” He’s says sharply, irritation flashing in his eyes. You glare down at him.

“Fine.” You force out through clenched teeth, watching him as he teleports away.

Diego puts a hand on your shoulder, “Come on. Let’s go get Klaus.”

You may not have enjoyed the part where Lila was lying to you. But she didn’t hurt anyone, and you truly did enjoy her company. She was funny, sassy, and great at playing darts. How was she apart of the fucking Commission, how was she tied into all that shit. Whatever.

——

You and Diego arrive at Klaus’ ridiculously large mansion. Like how the fuck. Getting out of the car, you both begin walking down the sidewalk leading to the also incredibly large backyard. You close your eyes listening intently for the sound of his voice, you hear a familiar giggle coming from somewhere near the hedge.

“I found him. Let’s go.” You tell Diego, walking towards the designated destination.

Turning a corner you spot Klaus and some other woman sitting in each other’s laps while making out on the grass. You share a knowing look with Diego, as you walk forward.

“Hey, daddy.” Diego says bluntly at Klaus, taking him off guard.

“You got a sec, hot stuff.” You smirk at him, clearly amused by the current compromising situation in front of you.

He suddenly looks up at the two of you, his eyes going wide in excitement. “Diego! Y/N!” He exclaims breathlessly. Wait, that sounded like? No way?

Diego beckons him to go with the two of you, Klaus saying goodbye to his, friend? Uh. Who knows? Then the three of you are up and walking swiftly through the grass, heading for the car. “Five found a way home.” Diego tells him, as a random follower of Klaus’ tells him good morning.

“It’s so great to talk to you again, Diego. You hear what I just said?” Klaus questions, sounding so much like Ben. You’re so confused trying to put the pieces together, is he currently possessed?

“Are you high, Klaus?” Diego inquires, sharing a confused glance with you.

“No, I’m not Klaus.” He says seriously, stopping the both of you from walking. You knew it! “I’m Ben.” He whispers, leaning in like it’s the biggest secret in the world.

“You are high. Look we don’t have time for this.” Diego says brushing him off. He doesn’t understand.

“He’s telling us the truth. I can hear your voice Ben, every time you speak.” You tell him softly, trying to properly process your happy-sad emotions. Klaus err Ben, gives you a giant smile, before looking up to a still doubting Diego. “I can prove it. Ask me something only Ben would know.”

Diego looks to the ground for a second, thinking of what to ask him. “Okay. When we were little, what did you reprogram Allison’s Teddy Ruxpin to say?”

Ben looks at the two of you and without skipping a beat he begins in a sing-songy voice, “Luther sniffs Dad’s underwear.” He ends smiling fondly at Diego’s now incredibly shocked face.

“Holy shit.” He says, glad to be talking to Ben after all this time. A second later you pull Ben into a bear hug, overwhelmed with joy. Diego doing the same, the three of you in a tiny family group hug.

Pulling away again, Diego wonders, “I don’t get it, I mean. How is this even possible?”

“I can posses him now and it’s freakin’ awesome!” He says excitedly at the two of you.

“Okay, you can tell us all about it on the way back to 2019. Okay? We gotta go.” You rush, trying to get things rolling again, times a tickin after all.

Ben then wonders about the fate of Destiny’s Children, saying goodbye to the two of you for now and promptly returning to Klaus’ cult to set things straight. You and Diego heading out, with 30 minutes to spare you know what should be done next.

——

After playing an intense match of rock, paper, scissors for who gets to shovel Elliot’s grave first, you and Diego decide to take turns. Standing off to the side in your grey tank top, slightly sweaty from shoveling most of the hole. You watch Diego work up a sweat of his own, as you drop your leather jacket to the ground, putting your hands on your hips. Attempting to air out the best you can in the autumn Texas heat. Hearing the sound of someone walking up to the two of you, you look up quickly, relaxing again when you notice it’s only Lila. Uh, this will be interesting, you think.

“Oh good. It’s you and your stupid face.” Diego says huffing, annoyed that she just randomly showed up, after her apparent lies from earlier.

“Weird time to garden.” She states, jokingly. “Can we all talk? The truth this time.” She adds while looking at you.

You scoff, “Oh, we know the truth. You used us Lila. I became your friend when Diego wanted to leave you behind. You’re a liar. Admittedly a good one at that.” You sneer, tilting your head to the side in annoyance.

She smiles, “Oh, come on. What did I really lie about?”

“Who you are. Who you work for, why you’re here, what you want from us. All that fun shit.” You tell her bluntly, curious as to what she’s going to say next. Diego stays focused on shoveling, humming in agreement.

She nods, smiling, “Yeah, but the rest is true. Everyone lies, and...and I was only lying to protect the both of you.” She says while slowly walking closer to the two of you. “Mostly.” Looking off to the side for a second. Diego stops shoveling, sharing a look with you, then focusing is attention back on Lila. Who’s still trying to make an attempt at apologizing.

“Do you know how hard it is to trust people, when your whole childhood was bullshit manipulation?” Diego asks her.

She looks down for a second, “Uh-Huh.” She says while avoiding both of your harsh gazes.

“Then why would you do that to us?” You mutter, disappointed in your ex-friend. If there’s even a word for it. She doesn’t answer you.

“Tell you what, I’m gonna finish this hole...save the world alongside Y/N, and forget we ever met.” He says with a grunt, as he sinks his shovel back into the dry earth. You nodding in agreement, as you fold your arms glancing at the bloody blanket draped over Elliot.

Following your gaze, Lila suddenly spots the blood soaked blanket, “Wait, is that dentist-chair guy?” She questions with a surprised look on her face, looking to you for an answer.

“Elliot. Your Swedish buddies got him.” You deadpan, just wanting her to leave.

“Oh, shit.” She blurts out, not expecting to find him here. Or even dead for that matter. Putting the blanket back down, she smiles, fondly remembering how pleasantly annoying he was. “I liked that shit-muppet.” She says, almost sadly. Moving her left arm around behind her, she pulls out a silver flask, twisting the top off, “Well, here’s to Elliot, I guess.” She says looking over to the blanket again. “Uh, I’ll miss his crazy theories, and I’ll miss third wheeling you guys, and playing darts with you, Y/N.” Lifting up the flask and offering the first sip to you, you shake your head at the nasty scent coming from the bottle. “I’m good.” You tell her, arms still crossed in a defensive stance. She nods, taking a small sip for herself, before offering it to Diego. He takes it without a second thought, chugging the whole thing and throwing it to the side. “We done now?” He asks Lila, turning back to begin shoveling again.

All of a sudden Diego stops shoveling, his eyes seem to gloss over as he looks to Lila pleadingly and then to you. “Y/N, oh...balls..shiiittt.” His voice grows slurred and without warning he falls to the ground. Sending a small wave of dust in his wake. You stare on with a deeply puzzled look in your eyes. You turn to her quickly, confusion and anger rising inside of you, as you begin stalking towards her direction. She spits out the liquid, an amused smile on her face, with a twinge of fear at your swiftly approaching body.

“You sneaky motherfucker, I’ll slit your goddamn throat and shove...” She pulls out a black stick and thrusts it at your stomach in one calculated motion. Cutting you off short from your aggressive reaction, and violently sending hot volts of electricity throughout your body. Screaming out in pain at the unexpected turn of evens, you instantaneously fall to the hard ground with a dusty thud. Landing heavily on your hands and stomach, as you twitch uncontrollably trying to suck in ragged breaths. “Yup” you hear her say smiling down at the two of you.

Glaring up at her, she walks over to Diego, pulling him out of the small ditch and setting him a foot or two from your shaking body. How many fucking volts of electricity was in that tiny thing, you wondered, too stiff to say anything comprehensible. She bends down to better see your angry face, “I’ve got a bit of a plan of my own, and I need the both of you with me. But I happen to know that you’re probably not gonna wanna do that...so.” She smiles clasping her hands together. “I’m gonna take your wolfboy with me, and hopefully that will change your mind.” She ends, standing up, shock stick still in hand. “I’ll be back when you’re, ya know...less filled with murderous rage.”

You lay on your back, still slightly twitching here and there, grunting trying to find your voice again, “F..ff..uucc..kkk o...fff.” You reply straining every word, you body continues to twitch, your muscles feeling tense and exhausted.

“Hmm, alright then, see ya ‘round, and hopefully under better circumstances.” She says nodding at you playfully, you glare up at her a small trickle of blood seeps out of your nose, leaving a ruby read trail from your right nostril as it falls down the side of your cheek and jaw. You suck in another ragged breath.

You breath out again, feeling a bit of relief as your body finally begins healing back up from the electrifying shock she just handed you. You turn your face to the left, dirt and gravel touching that side of your face as its pressed roughly against the ground. Reaching out your hand, you secretly grab a small nearby jagged rock, lunging for her leg. You slash it cleanly with the rock, drawing a trail of blood in the aftermath. She yelps in surprise, oh fuck, she then swings the shock stick back in your direction. Catching you right in the ribs, sending an agonizing wave of electricity into you. Then everything goes black.

——

Suddenly bolting upright into a seated position, you look around the area for any sighs of Diego, or Lila. Nothing. God-fucking-dammit, you think bitterly, what the fuck, what the fuck was she talking about. And she took Diego. That little English-talking shithead. She took Diego.

Coming back to your senses you suddenly realize what your original mission was. Find Klaus, okay done. Make it back to the arrival alleyway, oh shit. Crawling swiftly toward your discarded leather jacket, you pick it up and fumble around for the right pocket, pulling out the watch. Okay, you got 12 minutes left. You can make it, what about Diego? Eh, you’ll find him later, it’s time to haul-ass now. You hastily stand up and turn to book it back to the alley.

——

Not caring about the strange looks you keep getting from random civilians on the sidewalk, you continue your Olympic worthy sprint as you race through town with probably a minute to spare. Turning the corner, you run wildly down the alley and straight to your friends. Who don’t have Vanya or Allison. Not a good sign.

You look over to Five who’s marching back-in-forth angrily while quietly yelling, “It was a simple task. It was a simple task! All they had to do was be here!”

“Where have you been, and where’s Diego?” Questions Luther, who doesn’t look to happy either as he keeps his gaze locked onto the cement in a broody frustration.

“Lila showed up, drugged Diego with something in her flask and then electrocuted me multiple times with some type of powerful shocker stick. Then dipped. Taking Diego with her.” You ramble, trying to catch your breath again.

“They didn’t have to fight a giant sea monster, or an army of mutants? Nein!” Continues Five, still pacing back and forth.

“Jesus, Y/N, you look like you got dragged through the street, you’re bleeding out of your nose and ears.” Luther points out, looking closer at your disheveled state.

“Fuck, I didn’t even notice.” You add, while touching those areas, feeling dried blood. No wonder people gave you such odd looks you look like a kidnapping victim, or someone who got caught in a stampede.

“I can’t believe this. It was handed to us on a silver platter!” Snaps Five, at no one in particular.

“Could you just moan a little softer? My head is killing me.” Whines Klaus from his seat on the cement. Looking all sweaty and slightly homeless, not far from how you currently look. Guess Ben’s gone, for the moment.

“Listen to me, you useless puke bag, we just blew our chance to save the world!” Shrieks Five, fuming at the fact that half of his siblings are missing. “And Y/N, where the fuck is Diego? And why do you look like you just got hit by a bus?” You turn to him, letting out a couple more heavy breaths as you present Five with a give-me-a-fucking-moment type of glare.

“Lila found us, drugged him, and electrocuted me with some fucking shocker stick. All for some scheming plan of her’s. She took him, but I don’t know where?” You sharply reply, still breathing heavily, from your 11 minute sprint.

He looks away defeated and fed up with everyone’s bullshit, suddenly the black time traveling suitcase begins to make a weird whirring sound. Signaling it’s about to teleport to 2019, without the Hargreeves siblings and you.

“God damn it.” Five growls while picking up the suitcase and chucking it at the sky. Where it promptly flashes into the next timeline.

“We were that close. That close.” Sighs Five discouraged, continuing to pace angrily back and forth once again.

You look up at Luther tiredly, sighing as you wipe some dirt from your cheek,

“I need a drink.”

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