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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just Another One

Sequel to: ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’

Corpse Husband x Actress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention of bad past relationships, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They keep proving each other right in the most wrong ways possible. They each want to be guarded even if that means the other will be hurt. Maybe that’s what they want - to hurt one another because they’ve already hurt each other once before.

Requested by the lovely readers who enjoyed the previous fic ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’. Sorry for the large time gap between the posting of the two fics but I still hope you guys will take the time to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love you all with all my heart, Vy ❤

When you go out of your way to avoid leaving the house your options of entertainment are severely limited and you can’t blame anyone or anything but yourself for it. Today, I wouldn’t have gone out of my apartment even if I was one of those people who frequent the outdoors seeing as how the sky is trying to flood the Earth with all this nonstop rain. It does set a mood for a perfect night in but when you spend all your nights in doing the same thing over and over again, the atmosphere is practically meaningless. And so I ‘ve decided to resort to channel surfing as though I’ll find something interesting on TV that I haven’t yet seen on one of my social media timelines.

I pass several cooking channels on my journey, making a mental note of their individual numbers in case I don’t stumble across anything capable of better distracting me from my boredom and loneliness that’s slowly starting to creep in. I pass by a few movie channels showing teenage romcoms as if to celebrate the start of summer so you can imagine how quickly I moved on from those. Then come the celebrity channels which can often get a laugh out of me because of how pathetic and unbelievably ridiculous they are. And so, I stick around one where there’s a broadcast on a movie showing that’s happening tonight in LA. Oddly enough, despite my anxiety, going to a movie showing has always been on my list of things I’d want to do. This can be considered living vicariously or rubbing salt into the wound that I’ll probably never go because my anxiety and fear of being recognized is too severe. Either way I stick around to watch it.

And man do I regret it now looking at several different angels of a couple of actors entering the venue where they are to be photographed and asked questions by the mob of paparazzi that’s gathered due to the massive event. That in and of itself doesn’t sound - and really isn’t - so bad. However, it’s important to note that the actress in this duo is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My Y/N....shit, sorry, I mean my FRIEND Y/N, her arm linked with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is who is holding an umbrella above the both of them, shielding them from the downpour of rain that is also taking place in LA apparently.

“The two were seen entering the venue earlier this evening, looking particularly cozy in each other’s presence if I do say so myself. The rain probably worked nicely in their favor.“ The first reporter says, her teasing tone of voice sending chills of anger down my spine as I glare at the screen, hands balled in fists, jaw clenched - all my body’s instinctive reactions to what is being shown to me. I know I technically have no right to behave or feel this way, in fact I should be fucking happy for Y/N and her successful career and the progress in her love life. But damn it how can I?! I was so damn close to kissing this girl! I was so fucking close to falling in another trap, tripping and landing in the embrace of another liar and user, another girl who switches partners more often than shoes. How could I’ve been so reckless to get so close to her even platonically? How did we become close enough for me to 1) show her my face; 2) start inviting her over to my apartment regularly; and how didn’t I notice the kind of messed up person she was all that time.

She was all sweet and flirting and shit a week or so ago and now she’s doing the exact same thing with him! The cameras are capturing them perfectly: every laugh, every exchange of a knowing look or nod, ever smack to his arm when he tells a joke. But what bothers me most is the many times he’s wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Not just for pictures, but just because the fucker felt like it! And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

“They have been the talk of the town recently, so while they could just be adding fuel to the fire, they could also have been caught by the flame and ‘caught feelings’ as they say. Regardless these two are a view we’d like to see more often.“ The other reporter says and that’s the final straw.

In one swift motion I turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the ground in several pieces, broken by the force of the impact. Just like I am broken by the force of the impact of these news. I don’t know which is worse: the fact that I fell for her and almost let her know it; the fact that she’s just another member of the club I don’t want anywhere near my life; or the fact that I can’t believe it.

Yeah that’s right - one foolish part of me refuses to believe that’s she’d do such a thing. I think that’s the same part which is still in awe of her so you can bet I ignore that part the majority of the time.

She is just another one. Not the one. Having been hurt before doesn’t mean she won’t hurt me or anyone else she’s gonna be with. Hurt people hurt people.

And damn has she hurt me, probably without knowing a damn thing. How selfish can you be, Y/N? How selfish can you really get? And how much am I going to allow you to hurt me?

* * *

“Thank you so much, Andrew. I would’ve died on the spot of anxiety if I was on my own.“ I say to my best friend who is currently sitting next to me on a park bench, in a tux, eating a cheeseburger. I too am still in my gown and am also gorging on a cheeseburger of my own.

“Don’t mention it. Us anxious people need to stick together.“ He bumps his shoulder against mine, stealing a small genuine smile from me, “Plus I couldn’t not come with you. You know how much I like a good rumor.“

I scoff, “Of course you do, but then again there was no need to add to what the media has already made a whole-ass ship out of.” I roll my eyes and take another bite. My appetite hasn’t been in its best condition so I’m only eating this under Andrew’s orders. I have no idea how people can ship us romantically, he’s the definition of an older - and very bossy - brother to me. I wish I could tell each and every single one of those girls who hate me because I’ve ‘stolen their man’ that I’d most likely be their sister in law rather than man snatcher, seeing as how my relationship with Andrew is so sibling-like.

That’s because we’re too alike, no one gets that. People play the ‘opposites attract’ car more often than I consider rational. But then again when they see a couple like Andrew and I - who are basically the same person in different bodies - they suddenly think we’re super compatible. Trust me, we’re not. And everyone who’s been on set with us will tell you the same.

“What can I say...“ he shrugs, smirking at me, “I like the fun. I bet Becca doesn’t though.“

I can’t help but huff. Andrew is the only one I’ve ever openly expressed my frustrations with Rebecca to. He was super helpful on the subject, seeing as how he can relate - many partners of his have tried to use him, some of which even succeeded. He’s more than qualified to school me on the topic but it turned more into sharing bad experiences. One of which was that instance back at Corpse’s apartment.

“And neither does Corpse I suppose.“ As though he’s read my mind, he pokes the hurt spot, pouring salt in the wound causing me to visibly cringe as though the pain was physical - because it was, I felt it in my chest and in my gut, a sharp stab of guilt and regret.

Why did I let it come to that? Why did I let us get so close? How did I not think of the consequences?

“I don’t care if he does or doesn’t.“ My hand automatically reaches for the pocket of the jeans I’m not even wearing in search of a cigarette. Not that I’d be able to light one even if I had them on me - Andrew would smack it out of my hand before I could even take a single puff.

He has the audacity to laugh, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

That’s all he needs to say really - that’s enough to make me feel seen and understood. Though that’s not always a good thing. I often times wish he couldn’t read me so well. Better said: I wish I didn’t let myself be so readable, you know. I’m just glad he’s the one who sees me because if it were anyone else they’d use this vulnerability of mine against me. I’m well aware that it’s a weakness, a really inconvenient one, but damn it I can’t get rid of it. I feel like I’ll be less human if I lose it. Everyone’s allowed to be vulnerable, some just are lucky enough to choose who they’ll be vulnerable around. I’m lucky enough to to have a choice, not so lucky in the people I choose to trust. Guess that’s not a luck thing, it’s just my inability to decipher whether a person is worth all the pain and torture of coming clean to them or not. So far many people have burnt me but two stick out in particular - Becca and Corpse. Corpse especially, which is the odd thing considering he hasn’t even wronged me in any way. At least not yet.

“Your phone’s vibrating.“ Andrew says, pulling me out of my overflowing head when he hands me my phone which I handed to him because of my dress’ lack of pockets.

“Thanks.“ I mutter through a sigh as I take it from him, checking the notification I’ve gotten.

My stomach drops: it’s a message from Corpse.

“Hey I saw you are in LA but we have a stream tomorrow, will you still be participating?“

Before I can reply, he sends me another message.

“I know you’re probably very busy but we get the most viewership on the streams when you’re in them so....“

I’ve probably been staring at my phone screen for longer than I thought since Andrew felt the need to make sure I was still breathing: “Hey, you ok? You look terribly pale.” I can barely hear him let alone reply. I can’t hear my own thoughts to know what to reply to him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

I’m scaring myself too, Andrew. I’m scared too. I’m scared of how broken my picker has become. I almost kissed this guy! I almost entrusted all my thoughts, hopes, wishes and goals to him! What the fuck was I thinking?! Well, at least I know what he was thinking about - viewership. Likes, subs, views, publicity. The more eyes on the stream the better for him and everyone else. I genuinely want to applaud him, no one has been so direct about using me before. I was in a relationship with Becca for almost a year before I accidentally found out what she had been doing the whole time. No one’s ever smacked me in the face with this much honesty. It’s bittersweet really.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, slap myself across the face, slap him...I want to do so much, but all I can do now is sit in silence and think of how I could be so stupid.

He’s just another one, how did I not see that? How do I never see it until it’s too late? Why is one part of me still screaming: ‘He didn’t mean it like that!’

AND WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO BELIEVE IT?

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marvelsbetch · 3 years

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Peter Parker’s field trip part 3

-Peter's POV-

After lunch Owen grouped us all

back together, including Wade, and took us around more labs. There was nothing particularly special about any of them until the corridor we were walking down became all too familiar. We stopped infront of a door to a lab, the door to my lab. Oh God.

"Now, for those of you who don't know and haven't guessed it yet, your class mate Peter works here. This is his lab and I was wondering if he would allow us to see what's inside. Peter?" Owen announced looking directly at me.

"Fine but you have to swear not to touch anything and not discuss anything you see with others." I warned them as I swiped my card and held the door open to all of them.

They all filled in and started looking around cautiously and with amazement. Many people noticed the prototype suits on mannequins at the back of the room. I was helping Dad, Pops, Bucky and Wanda with new designs for suits as well as trying to improve mine. It's been a challenge but we're making steady progress.

"Peter, Mr Stark has told me to ask you to open your connecting doors." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice rang out across the room.

"Oh dear lord." I sighed and moved to open one of the other doors in the room that connected mine and Dads lab.

There was also a door connecting to a storage closet filled with various building parts. The other doors lead to a bathroom, Pops' art room, The training room and a testing room. There was lots of doors but thankfully I labelled them all.

"What do y-" I started but cut myself off when I opened the door and saw the guardians stood in Dad's lab. Frick!

"Mini Peter!" Drax yelled pulling me into a very tight hug. What's with the bone crushing hugs today?

"What're you all doing here?" I asked pushing Drax away from me.

"Can't we visit our favourite earthling without a reason?" Peter asked putting his arm around me.

"You sound like Thor." I told him shrugging his arm off.

"Don't insult me like that." Peter told me jokingly serious.

"How come I don't get any love?" Wade asked appearing behind me.

"Hey! What am I here for?" I asked him trying to sound offended.

"Beside you." He said putting an arm around my waist and resting his head on mine.

"Hands off Wade." Dad warned with a scowl on his face glaring at my boyfriend.

"Alright Stark, alright." Wade said sarcastically and put his hands up before slowly backing away.

"Don't push me, I'm already letting you stay in my tower, and sleep in his room for that matter." Dad gestures to me with an angry look on his face.

"Moving on, why're there a bunch of gawping teenagers stood behind you?" Peter asked gesturing to my class.

"Well, this is my science class from school. They're gasping because no one believed me when I said I had an internship here but I've proven to have more than that." I explained taking Wade's hand in mine much to Dad's disappointment.

"Anyway, what're you doing next? When're these losers leaving?" Peter asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

"We're visiting the training rooms with Steve, Nat, Clint, Bucky, T,Challa, Wanda, Vision, Strange and Loki." Dad explained making me groan and put my head on Wade's shoulder in annoyance.

"And then they're staying the night and visiting Avengers Tower tomorrow." I told him from Wade's shoulder.

"Avengers Tower?" Drax asked confused.

"It's kind of like our mother ship. It's where we're briefed and de-briefed about our missions and meet up for various things. We used to use this tower but it's less used now." Dad explained.

"They still use it sometimes though. Say, for example, to embarrass me." I said sarcastically lifting my head up.

"Aww, come on Pete, don't you love seeing us all day?" Dad teased grabbing my cheek.

"Not when your soul purpose is to embarrass me infront of my class. Other times, I couldn't thing is anything better." I told him making him smirk.

"Come on then, let's go see everyone train." Dad said clapping his hands together and leading the group through one of my doors and directly into the training room.

"Ah, Midtown I presume. Welcome to the Avengers training room." Pops introduced gesturing to the room around us.

There was treadmills, weight lifts, cross trainers, workout bikes and much more. Over in an empty corner Strange, Wanda and Uncle Loki were practicing their magic where as every one else was doing normal physical training.

"So, who wants to fight an Avenger?" Aunt Nat asked looking across all the students in front of her. "You, with the stupid grin. Come up here." Nat instructed pointing to Flash. Oh dear lord.

Flash confidently made his way up to Nat and just stood there doing nothing. Nat showed him a proper fighting stance and told him to attack. The next few seconds was Nat pinning Flash to the mat before he could react.

"I wasn't ready." Flash breathed out from the floor.

"No one is. That's why she's good at what she does." Pops told him smirking at me. "Why don't you have a go?" He asked me.

"No I'm good. Do you want to?" I asked gesturing to the mat and Nat.

"Oh come on kid. Live a little." Pops coaxed with a smug grin on his face.

"Fine." I sighed detaching myself from Wade and standing in front of Nat. I got into a fighting stance and we started fighting.

After 10 minutes of back and forth between me and Nat I eventually pinned her to the mat to the astonishment to my class.

“Well Peter, good to know nothing's changed." Pops grinned passing me my water bottle and a granola bar.

"Thanks Pops." I said with out thinking.

“Right, now we're gonna teach you basic self defence. We'll split you into groups and go from there." Pops explained turning to my class when an alarm went off.

"Code Green! Natasha and Peter to Dr Banners lab please." F.R.I.D.A.Ys automated voice rang out.

Me and Natasha took off running as fast as we could to Bruce's lab and stopped in front of the door for a brief moment. We could hear crying? Slowly, we opened the door and found Hulk sat on the floor crying.

"Hulk?" I cautiously asked stepping forward.

"Spider Boy!" Hulk yelled pulling me into a tight hug. "Hulk miss his spider boy!" He cried.

"Okay big guy. Why were you crying?" Natasha asked placing her hand on his arm.

"Lonely. Bad Human kept me trapped." Hulk explained as more tears fell.

"Okay buddy, put me down and we can hang out with you for a bit. How does that sound?" I offered.

"Thank you spider boy." Hulk said giving me one last squeeze, breaking my last rib and placing me on the floor.

"So, what do you want to do?" Nat asked sitting on the floor next to Hulk.

"Play outside!" Hulk whined. When did he become so child like?

"Okay, wanna play tag?" I offered thinking back to childhood games.

"Tag?" Hulk asked.

"It's where we run around and touch people gently. The person you touch is then 'tagged' and you must run away from them. You understand?" I explained.

Hulk slowly nodded so Nat took him outside while I called Dad to explain what happened.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Dad asked with my entire class looking at him.

"Yeah he was just lonely and in a mood with Banner. Me and Nat are gonna play some tag with him if that's okay. We'll either be on the roof or balcony." I explained to him.

"Okay stay safe." Dad told me before waving.

"I will. See you later." I said waving back and hanging up the phone.

-2 hours later-

After playing tag with Hulk for way too long we managed to get Banner back. The only think was, we promised Hulk to speak to him later. While my class will still be here. Hopefully he doesn't get scared or feel threatened and we can have a nice and calm conversation with him. We walked back to the training room but no one was there so I called Dad to see where he was.

"Hey, where've you all gone?" I asked.

"We're in the penthouse. How was playing tag with Hulk?" He asked.

"It was fun. We promised we would speak to him later so we need to talk to the class and explain otherwise he may feel threatened or angry." I explained to him getting into the elevator to take us to the penthouse.

"Okay, I'll gather everyone and you three can explain to them." He said.

"Right I'll see you in a minute." I told him before hanging up.

We got to the penthouse and found my whole class plus teacher stood in the living room like they were waiting for something. I walked in with Nat and Banner on either side of me and they all looked visibly shocked.

"Okay, quick announcement if you're all going to be staying the night. What happened before was a 'code green' that means the Hulk. Now, not every time he's here he's angry, so for instance today, sometimes he's just lonely. We managed to get Banner back but promised we would speak to him later so if anyone hears a code green do not freak out. Don't go up to him or anything but don't freak out. That's what'll make him intimidated and angry and that's when people get hurt. Do I make myself clear?" Nat asked giving each individual a piercing glare.

"Yes Miss Romanov." They all said simultaneously.

"Now, you have one hour before food to explore the penthouse. Any door with a red square is a prohibited area, it's mainly bedrooms though. Have fun and don't break anything." Dad warned.

As soon as he finished everyone scattered and tried to find something interesting to look at. Me, Wade, Ned, MJ, Dad, Pops, Nat and Banner all just sat on the sofa and started a movie. As time went on the rest of the Avengers along with Thor, Loki, Shuri and T'challa came in and started to watch the movie with us. We briefly heard and saw my class mates walking around and looking at things in the hallways. They were all very interested in the littlest things.

An hour soon went by and we called everyone back in to talk about food and what we should order. We ended up with Pizza cause who doesn't like that? We ordered 35 because there was a lot of us and I needed like 4 to myself, it was 15 margaritas, 5 Hawaiian, 5 BBQ chicken, 5 vegetarian and 5 meat lover. All large and all delicious. True beauty. We all sat in the living room and no where else would fit us all and ate in pretty must silence.

"So Peter, how come you know the Avengers?" Christie asked.

"The internship. I work closely with Mr Stark and just met everyone from there. It stared with working in projects all night to having sleepovers and it all progressed from there." I explained. It felt weird to call Dad Mr Stark again after all this time of calling him Dad.

"Patricia, how did you get the internship. Stark Industries don't usually hire teenagers." Mrs Robbins asked trying to be polite but made one big mistake. Patricia.

"Well I found Videos of Peter's work on YouTube. I'd also bumped into him at Oscorp at one of your other field trips." Dad explained with emphasis on 'Peter'. Mrs Robbins seemed uncomfortable with Dad's use of my name.

"Well what type of thing do you work on?" Al asked.

"All sorts. Started with building small robots to help with small mundane tasks then working on bigger robots with Mr Stark and then working on suits and weapons for everyone. Now I'm designing them as you all saw before. Btw Wanda, I need you to come to my lab at some point this week to check hour suit out." I informed.

"Okay, maybe after food we could go." She offered taking another bite of a BBQ chicken pizza.

"I can do that." I agreed and finished my slice of margarita.

"Well, why you?" Flash asked clearly annoyed. Shoot.

"What do you mean why him?" Pops asked getting angry.

"Well, with all due respect, why did you hire him? He's nothing special, just a charity case at the end of the day." Flash huffed and Pops' face went red with anger.

"Charity case? What do you mean by that?" Wade asked trying to moving me from his lap but I didn't budge. I knew he'd kill Flash.

"Like with his Aunt, they didn't have money and skips out on school with stupid excuses. You're probably only talking to him cause you feel bad, no need to lie to us." Flash explained and Banner's face turned green.

Everything else happened so fast. First Wade practically threw me off of his lap onto the floor where Ned caught me. Then Banner stormed out of the room yelling and turning green. After that, Dad got up from his seat and lunged forward but Pops caught him and was holding him back in a hug type situation. Nat pulled a knife out. Bucky smashed a pizza. The sofas were floating. There was thunder outside. Loki was evilly smirking. Shuri was holding T,Challa back. Sam was seething in the corner. Clint reached for his bow and arrow. Wade pulled a katana out of god knows where. It was all happening.

"Everybody outside now!" I yelled at the adults and dragged my Dads and Wade out the room behind me.

They all came out and I was immediately attached with question after question after question. Nat was asking if I wanted her to kill them. Dad, Pops and Wade were agreeing with her. Thor was threatening to bring the whole of the Asgardian army. Banner was still no where to be seen. Things really went down hill fast.

"Come on Baby. He made you feel like shit, let me teach him a lesson." Wade tried to persuade pulling me close and putting his hands on my waist.

"No Wade. You're not killing him. You've been doing so well, you've gone a whole 2 months without killing anyone. Don't throw that all away for him. Come on baby, calm down and help me with everyone else." I pleaded looking into his eyes and placing my hands on either side of his face.

"Fine but if he says one more thing not even Hulk could hold me back." He sighed bringing me in for a brief kiss.

"NOT IN FRONT OF US!" Dad yelled all anger seemingly averted to Wade.

"Geeze old man, calm down it was just a kiss. Not as if I fucked him right in front of you is it?" Wade told him sarcastically.

"Stop before your killed." I warned him.

"Mmmm. You're no fun." Wade told me.

"This is all beside the point. Banner's Hulked our and Hulk is not happy about Flash. He's coming straight towards everyone." Nat warned looking at something F.R.I.D.A.Y shown her.

"Oh god." I said as everyone rushed back into the living room to find my class huddled in a corner with Hulk slowly advancing.

Me and Nat ran out infront of them and our hands up to indicate for him to stop. Hulk looked between me and the group with confusion.

"They're mean to spider boy. Why be nice?" Hulk asked.

"Because it's what we do. We're nice to people despite them being mean to us because otherwise we'd be as bad as them. We don't want to be as bad as them. We want to be better. Do you understand?" I explained to Hulk slowly.

"Yes I understand spider boy." Hulk slightly sulked and walked over to a different side of the room where he turned back into Banner.

"How can you do that?" Someone asked hesitantly.

"Do what?" I questioned confused.

"Calm him down. I thought only black widow could do that." They explained baffled.

"Well you thought wrong." I simply told them with a shrug as I walked back over to the couch and sat on Wades lap much to my Dad's disappointment.

"Okay then, what movie should we watch?" Pops asked trying to change the topic and succeeding.

"Okay this is how we're doing it. If you want horror move to the right side of the room. If you want comedy stand to the left." Dad spoke. The majority, including myself and Wade, moved to the right.

"Okay, Annabelle Creation to the right, It to the left." The majority stayed at the right.

"It's settled." Pops announces turning the tv on and playing the movie.

Everyone found somewhere to sit, Dad on Pop obviously, then everyone else who lived at the tower, Ned and MJ squeezed onto the couches. The rest of my class sat on the floor that was covered in blankets, pillows and other types of bedding. It looked quite comfy but nothing was as comfy as Wade.

"So, Parker, how come you're buddy buddy with all of the Avengers?" Flash asked once the movie begun.

"I told you, I'm Mr Starks personal intern and so I met everyone." I lied.

"It's so weird to hear you call me Mr Stark again." Dad pointed out making us all laugh but confused my class.

"Don't start calling me Steve again, too weird." Pops requested earning a few more laughs.

"Alright Cap'ain." I said making us again, laugh a little.

"So, Peter, how did you get your internship?" Al asked.

"Well, it's a long story." I told him trying to think of one on the spot.

"I secretly sent out a message to collages and High schools near by and asked for their most brightest and promising students. I got almost two hundred responses but one from Midtown high stuck out. A boy who couldn't do PE to save his life but could do a university level science equation in his sleep. Sounded like me when I was younger so I spoke with him and after a few trials including him and some other candidates I went with Peter. One of the best decisions I ever made." Dad informed them, lying slightly, making me blush and look down.

"How did that lead to all of this?" Al further questioned gesturing to me and the rest of the Avengers.

"Well, with being his personal intern I followed him everywhere and into meeting for both Stark Industries and the Avengers. He also let me stay here when my aunt had to work late, this then turned into me spending the weekend here most times and some school night. With me spending so much time here I met them all, I was a little awkward at first but got used to them and then the jokes started which turned to minor pranks which turned into Parnell wars which turned into me finding a family in the most unsuspected way." I spoke fondly smiling at the memories of first meeting them and the first prank pulled, Clint decided it would be funny to put shaving cream in all of my pockets and shoes.

"Wow, must be amazing, knowing you can come here at whatever time you want and have the Avengers back you. You're a lucky kid Parker, I'll give you that." Al said.

"I know I am." I spoke, mostly to myself as I took Wade's hand in mine.

"How did your relationship start?" Hayley, a girl from my class, asked.

"That is an interesting story that I'm sure Wade would love to tell." I said smirking slightly.

"Well, I have a tendency to brake in the tower and one time I ran into the living room escaping Stark and found Peter sat on this couch watching Star Wars surrounded my blankets, pillows and junk food. I walked over, sat next to him and had a lovely conversation with him about Star Wars and Star Trek, it was very engaging. Then Stark ruined it by kicking me out and giving me a lecture on communicating with his intern. I clearly didn't listen and came here more often to speak to him, on one of my trips my crush grew too strong and plucked up the courage to ask him out. He said yes much to Starks distaste. We went on a date, shared a kiss and decided to make it official, this was 8 months, 4 days, 32 minutes and 54 seconds ago." Wade told them smiling widely as he pulled me into a deep and loving kiss only to separated by my Dad flicking Wade's ear.

"Wow, that's so sweet." Hayley fan-girled.

Soon enough, nine thirty rolled around and we were all sent to bed, my class was showed to their shared rooms while me and Wade snuck off to my room where he followed through on his earlier promise.

To be continued...

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eviesmyspiritanimal · 5 years

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Reacquisition of Property

Summary: When Evie goes to reclaim one of her mother’s jewels from Uma’s first mate, she discovers that it will not be quite as simple as she originally anticipated. For this is no average victim of her routine seduction. Hevie and maybe a tiny tad of Huma if you’re into wishful thinking. Yet another of the disconnected oneshots that have no influence on my main stories. Except for it is maybe lightly mentioned in "Girls' Trip" when Mal's trying to embarrass Evie.

A blue-clad form peeked out from behind the corner, looking to see if the captain of the fine ship docked just in front of her was anywhere nearby.

To her relief, there was absolutely no one there besides the crew and a few other stragglers that didn’t particularly belong to any group. The bluenette scanned the pier and smiled to herself as she homed in on the sight of Harry Hook standing there on the ship, surveying the other guys who were working.

However, a particular aspect of this view especially caught her eye. He was toying with a gigantic jewel in the hand that was not covered with the hook belonging to his father. It was perfect.

Evie took one more look around before stepping outside of her hiding place. She shook her head for a moment, not believing that she was doing this, and especially without Mal and the other two. But they had assured her that she would be fine since they knew that Uma was scheduled to be out that day doing something on the Isle.

Evie began her trek down to the boat and sighed as she went over her mental checklist.

She would first find any information that she could for Mal and their gang.

And most importantly she would obtain the jewel that Uma’s crew had stolen from her mother. By any method of persuasion.

The part about stealing the jewel was probably the most difficult of her objectives, and Evie couldn’t help but wish that Jay would just sneak into Uma’s ship and steal it when no one was awake or looking. But when her mother got in one of those moods where she wanted what she wanted right then, there was certainly no disputing her. She couldn’t even wait until that night for what she wanted.

Evie headed down the rattling stairs, hoping that they wouldn’t fall through underneath her weight, and stepped onto the platform nearby the ship. She looked over at the pirate that was standing not too far from her, hoping to catch his gaze.

Sure enough, before she knew it, he was staring back at her. A wild grin sprung upon his face, and he stalked across the deck and onto the dock where Evie was watching. But not before firmly tucking the prized jewel in the left pocket of his coat. She kept the disappointment off of her face. It was going to be infinitely more difficult to swipe it from him now.

“Ahoy, there, gorgeous,” he wolf-whistled at her and Evie resisted the urge to roll her eyes in response. He moved in closer, officially stepping into the berth that she mentally considered her seducing circle.

“What brings a scrumptious little snack such as yourself to the big-bad wolf’s part of town?” Harry asked her, focusing on certain parts of her body for a little longer than she was particularly comfortable with.

“I kind of got lost navigating your territory. Where’s Uma?” Evie questioned, the first thing out of her mouth. He stopped, laughing at her before poking out his bottom lip mockingly.

“All business? I’m disappointed.”

“Well, a lady’s got to do what a lady’s got to do,” Evie winked, trying to throw him off just a little. She threw in a winning smile just for good measure, anticipating his sudden transformation into putty in her hands.

However, he just stepped a little closer to her, his blue eyes sparkling with a bit of dangerous mischief as he eyed her carefully.

“That’s cute, but methinks you’re up to a wee bit more than ye let on,” Harry gently traced his hook along her jaw before quickly turning to face the ship. “After all, Mal wouldn’t let one of ‘er dearest pets wander off into our territory unless there was an ulterior motive behind it all.”

Evie’s eyes widened as she realized that he might be a little less stupid than she thought. So she quickly made the decision to turn on that alluring charm that her mother had so firmly instilled within her.

Evie immediately lowered her eyelids, smiling mysteriously as she walked over to him before tracing her hands on his shoulders and slowly running them down his back. He immediately stiffened, and a low growl built in his throat in response to her ministrations.

“It’s too bad Uma’s bad boy can’t help little old me just this once. I really am quite lost despite your suspicions, and I’m sure I could repay you for your,” she trailed off for a moment, purposefully dragging her fingernails against the muscles of his back, “trouble.”

Harry slowly turned to face her, and against her will, she felt a flutter of attraction at the intense look in his almost glowing blue eyes. The corners of his lips slowly curved into a smile as he gave her a quick onceover, leaning against the railing of the pier. Evie intensely willed herself not to swallow hard in response to his raking gaze.

“Today’s yer lucky day, Pretty Face,” he pushed off the rail after a moment, watching her carefully as he moved in closer. She couldn’t help but fall a little deeper into the depths of those strangely entrancing eyes as he drew even closer than he had been.

“Uma’s not here on account of ‘spying on Mal,’” Harry informed her, air-quoting with his free hand that was not firmly holding his hook. Evie couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in mild shock.

“Now, now, there’s nothin’ ye can do about it, so ye might as well tell me where ye want to be goin’. I’ll help you out. Methinks that the boys can handle ‘emselves. Eh, boys?!” he called out to the crew, and since the lot of the were nearby listening to the conversation and drooling over Evie, they quickly agreed with him.

Evie forced her face back into that easygoing flirtatious grin, knowing that she needed to draw him away from everyone and steal what her mother had demanded. The bluenette moved closer to him, taking her finger and tracing his hook carefully and deliberately as she delivered a scorching look aimed to melt him on the spot.

Luckily for her, he seemed to be going for it hook, line, and sinker, pun not intended. His eyes were locked on her as she started off the pier and in the direction of the alleyways, swaying her hips with each step. Harry practically ran after her, wasting no time in following.

As soon as she entered the alleyway, she felt his presence just behind her. Her heart unwillingly skipped a beat as they walked, and it nearly stopped entirely when his breaths started falling down her neck and he took hold of one of her arms with his free hand.

“Ye mind informin’ me of what that payment’s goin’ to be? I never take any bargain without knowin’ what I’m gettin’ in return,” he huskily whispered in her ear, his accent thick with each word he spoke. Evie shivered involuntarily and decided that she needed to give him at least a little taste of what she was supposedly promising so she could keep him following her.

She tilted her head around nuzzling his neck with her nose, placing a small kiss against his throat before stepping out of his quick grasp. Evie offered him a confident smile.

“Come with me a little further and I might let you cash in early for your ‘trouble,’ you hunk,” she accentuated in a sultry tone, and she turned away before she could see his response. The desire in his eyes and the intensity in his brow was already throwing her off-guard, leaving her a bit breathless and weak in the knees.

They moved deeper into the darker parts of the Isle, until she decided that she was far enough from the others that she might could swipe the jewel from his pocket and also escape through the darkness.

Evie stopped, and she felt the hard planes of his stomach and chest bumping into her. Before he could even begin to speak, Evie spun and pushed him toward the wall, attacking him in a rough kiss in an attempt to distract him from her ulterior motives.

His free arm immediately grabbed her around the waist, dragging her against him firmly as he returned her kiss with as much vigor as she had began it with.

Evie was afraid that her workings to distract Harry were working a little too well in the much unintended effect of sending her into a dizzy almost intoxicated state. As a closet hopeless romantic, Evie desperately tried to avoid kissing boys if she could when she was forced to seduce them for whatever reason. She tended to get a little too absorbed in the kiss similarly to her victim.

However, this was not an ordinary victim, so she knew she needed to keep her head, despite her conviction that this was probably the best kiss she had ever experienced and that she would love to keep going with it for a while longer. She casually ran her hands down his chest and coat lapels in a feather-like touch, subtly utilizing her thumbs to search for the jewel in his pocket.

She smiled into the kiss as she identified the valuable rock with her finger. Evie eased her hands across his sides and subtly slipped her hand in his pocket just as she intensified the kiss, throwing every last bit of passion that she could muster.

“HARRY! It’s a trick! She’s after the treasure!” a loud voice sounding suspiciously like Uma’s suddenly shouted, growing ever closer. Evie latched her fingers around the jewel, separating from Harry’s lips with a loud pop, and took off as fast as she could in the direction of VK turf.

She could hear Uma yelling something at Harry as their footsteps started pounding after her. Evie frowned, really hoping that it wouldn’t be long before she met Mal and the others. She knew they’d be lingering around nearby where she was supposed to leave Uma’s territory.

Evie put her long legs to good use, despite the fact that she was in heels, and she ran quickly through the alleyways, navigating them effortlessly. She only slowed down when she was sure she couldn’t hear Uma or her crew anywhere behind her.

However, to her complete shock, she spotted Harry just in front of her, presumably looking around for her. She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide as she froze, hoping he wouldn’t see her. He happened to turn his head and his eyes widened as he spotted her standing in the alleyway.

Evie looked at him pleadingly, hoping he knew and could understand that this jewel was the determining factor in whether or not she was locked in her castle for days on end. He locked eyes with her for a long moment, not saying a word.

“Please,” she mouthed, hoping that he would let her go. She really wanted to keep seeing the sun and enjoy being outside. It was so horrible to spend her time in that dank castle with her constantly nagging and reprimanding mother.

Harry turned his head in what Evie was sure was Uma’s direction and Evie braced herself for her awaiting doom, furrowing her brow in an attempt to steel her expression in a bravery that she certainly didn’t naturally possess surrounding the prospect of being captured.

“She musta got away! Might as well head on back to the ship!” Harry called out as he gazed at Evie with an oddly sincere expression on his face.

Evie was completely baffled by his unexpected assist. There was absolutely no reason for him to help her, yet he had done it. And against what she was sure was his captain’s direct orders. She knew exactly how much he valued his captain’s favor, but he still risked it in favor of her getting away safely, even with their treasure.

Evie couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly, barely a sound coming out of her, and she smiled at him, trying to convey her gratitude in that one gesture but knowing that she couldn’t tell him thank you out loud or enough to make up for the amount of pain and suffering she would have had to go through if she didn’t have that jewel when she came back to her mother.

He nodded slightly in response, his lips quirking in a slight grin before he disappeared from sight around the corner.

Evie stood there for a moment, leaning against the nearby wall as she reeled with overwhelming relief and pure surprise.

Harry Hook had actually done something for her. He had risked his credibility and standing as one of the most elite members of Uma’s crew just for one of the most elite members of the enemy.

Evie pushed off of the wall, suspecting that they were probably gone, yet at the same time hoping for at least a glance of a coattail or brim of a hat that indicated his presence. Despite her slight disappointment that he had completely disappeared, Evie couldn’t help the huge grin that sprouted across her face at the very thought of it all as she bit her lip, hurrying through the alleyways back to her gang.

A forbidden act of kindness and a fluttering attraction that could go nowhere given the circumstances. It was depressing, yet…

It was all sort of romantic, really…

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rubyleaf · 5 years

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I may be one of two people who ship this, but I’ll be damned if I let that stop me from producing content anyway. Also a study of Momoya’s character since he’s pretty hard to grasp. Anyway, have fun I guess?

Momoya Natsu has always been most comfortable keeping people at a safe distance.

It’s not that he dislikes people, not particularly. He doesn’t mind shallow company every once in awhile, the kind where you only talk about inconsequential things and part ways having enjoyed the time, but not particularly sad to say goodbye. No, a dislike is really not the issue here.

The problem is just that being around people exhausts him to no end.

Interacting with others, Natsu finds, is always a minefield. One wrong word, one wrong reaction, and someone gets hurt or upset or angry or forms a bad opinion. And all that means conflict, and conflict is stressful. Honest opinions. Honest feelings. Any of them can blow up in his face at the slightest misstep, and the closer the relationship, the bigger the explosion.

So he avoids getting close. He avoids the responsibility, the commitment that comes with close bonds. He avoids showing his true thoughts and emotions. They’re often unpleasant, regularly hurtful, and it’s so much less trouble to hide them behind a mask of politeness, amicability and slight mischief. People find him nice, but nothing more. He’s fading in and out of their lives as he pleases, never tied down but never alone.

And it’s okay, really, except that this masquerade drains him out and leaves his battery at zero after a few hours.

But oh, well. It should still be okay, as long as no one tries to push his boundaries. And if they do, he can still be polite and slip away from their grasp.

Right?

---

Natsu first starts questioning his strategy when he realizes it might not work on Yoshinaga Atsumu.

Slipping away from an acquaintance getting too close is one thing. Escaping from someone who’s in both the same class and the same club as him and insists on following him around like a lost puppy dog, however, is another thing entirely.

Natsu doesn’t know what the guy sees in him. He doesn’t know why he always insists on inviting him places, looking out for him, offering help, seeking him out when he’s skipping, reporting to him about club meetings he missed. Yoshinaga should worry about himself first. Natsu can manage fine on his own.

But he also knows Yoshinaga means well, he does all this because he’s a good kid, and so he remains polite and responds to all his offers with a friendly but distant smile.

A normal person would probably give up after some time. But not Yoshinaga. He doesn’t seem to have any concept of personal space.

Natsu works during club meetings, and Yoshinaga takes notes. Natsu tries to skip, and Yoshinaga finds him. Natsu tries to excuse his way out of club hangouts, found family that they are, and Yoshinaga invites him anyway.

One would really think he’d get the hint at some point. But he doesn’t. He just keeps trying.

“Sorry,” Yoshinaga says after interrupting Natsu and Mika for what feels like the millionth time. How exactly he keeps finding them is a mystery, honestly. “I don’t mean to always, you know... to...”

And yet you do, Natsu thinks irritably, but puts on a smile. “I already told you,” he says, “don’t worry about it. It really is my fault for doing this at school.”

“But—”

“It’s fine,” Natsu repeats. Really, what a pain. His smile remains unwavering. “What do you need me for?”

“The—the meaning of the song.” Yoshinaga looks all eager again, his one uncovered eye sparkling the way it always does when it comes to the club. “The others are trying to figure it out, and—and I thought we should get your opinion too.”

Natsu inclines his head. “What for?”

“Well, you’re part of the club too, aren’t you?”

So straightforward. So shiny-eyed and earnest. Natsu has never been good with enthusiastic people. But even he has to admit there’s something nice about this face. Something... almost endearing, really. Maybe that’s another reason why he’s so lenient with Yoshinaga, because you can’t really be mad at these puppy-dog eyes.

“I am,” he says, choosing his words carefully. “But I don’t have any particular opinions. I’m fine with whatever the others agree on.”

Yoshinaga’s face falls visibly. Natsu struggles to keep up his smile. Making this guy disappointed really does feel a bit like stepping on a puppy’s paw.

“I don’t think you need an interpretation to play well in the first place,” he adds. “At least not one you can put into words.” And besides, he continues in his head, these people should get the rhythm right before they get into the interpretations.

Yoshinaga looks puzzled. “You think so?”

“It’s just my opinion. You don’t have to believe it,” Natsu replies, ducking out through the door. “Anyway, see you.”

Before Yoshinaga can try to stop him, he has slipped away.

---

Some time later the messages start.

Natsu has excused himself from joining the club group chat, but several of his clubmates have his Line ID anyway. Most of them don’t message him much. Sometimes Mizuhara-senpai does, but it’s generally short conversations, all of them club-related.

Yoshinaga, meanwhile, seems determined to make up for the rest of them.

They’re not even invasive messages. They’re generally about the club, telling him what happened at practice, or the newest ideas and decisions, or something about classes and homework. But they’re frequent. Every day, sometimes several times. And it’s honestly getting stressful.

Not that he can say anything. He can’t express such feelings. Be amiable and polite, conceal, don’t feel. He replies to each message dutifully. Generally Yoshinaga is too shy to continue the conversation for long, anyway.

He does use cute stickers, Natsu thinks. And emojis. And his messages are so optimistic it’s almost contagious. Maybe it would be if Yoshinaga didn’t keep on hoping to see the same enthusiasm from him someday.

It’s nice. But it’s definitely too close for comfort. Each person in Natsu’s life has their own space where he’s willing to interact with them. Outside of it he’d rather be left alone. Yoshinaga’s is school. That’s it.

But it’s not like he can tell him that, so he remains friendly and bears the stress in silence.

---

Momoya-kun, I’ve been wondering, where do you even work?

The message makes Natsu freeze up. Too close. Definitely too close. The messages related to club and school, those he could still tolerate. But this is something personal. This, if he gives way to it, will eventually lead to more personal questions. And he doesn’t want that. It gets too close.

Another message pops up, but it doesn’t make it any better. I’m just curious since it keeps you so busy all the time, and I realized I don’t know. I don’t know anything about you.

No. He won’t answer. It may be a simple question. But Yoshinaga’s space is school. He can’t step into the rest of his life. No one can. It’s too much.

So, just once, he leaves him unread. He hates himself for it, but he does. At least for now, until he has figured out what to do about the message.

He’s not surprised to find Yoshinaga approaching him at school the next day, eyeing him with that shy, anxious look. “Um...” he says. “I’m just wondering, but my messages... Did they arrive yesterday?”

Oh, snap. Natsu knew he wouldn’t get away with it. Unless...

“You messaged me?” he replies. “Sorry, I didn’t see. My phone stopped working, I need to get it fixed.”

It sounds like too much of an easy lie, but Yoshinaga buys it. “Really?” he exclaims. “I’m sorry to hear it! If you need anything—”

“Thank you,” Natsu says, smiling. “But don’t worry. I’ll probably have it working again by this evening.”

Now he just needs to figure out what to do about the messages until then.

---

By the evening Natsu still hasn’t figured out what to do. His phone is still off, the messages unread. Maybe he’ll have to lie and claim the fixing will take longer than expected after all.

Instead he goes to play the drums to clear his mind. Here, at least, he is safe. Here he can let loose. Here he can be himself and let out his stress and emotions and doesn’t have to worry about holding back.

And really, today he needs it.

It’s not that he dislikes Yoshinaga, really. He rather likes him. He just needs his space. A lot of space. And he’s afraid of anyone intruding on it. Anyone trying to initiate a closer friendship feels like a red flag to him, a sign to get out and never come back. It’s too much, the pressure, the responsibility.

Can’t he just get away from everything for some time? Withdraw, disappear, until his batteries are recharged and he has any clue what to do?

Finishing his improv session, Natsu takes a deep breath and a gulp of water. His eyes roam over the venue—and freeze.

Standing among the audience is a familiar figure.

Too much. Too close.

Natsu jumps to his feet. He feels like a stranger walked into his room unbidden, like someone read his diary. This is his safe zone, his private space. Nobody he knows can set a foot here unless he invites them himself.

“You,” he says, forgetting to smile, forgetting his politeness. “What are you doing here?”

Yoshinaga blinks at him, clearly startled by his mood. “I was just passing by,” he says. “And then I heard the drumming and got curious... Should I not have come here?”

Too much. Too much.

“You shouldn’t,” says Natsu, backing away. “You shouldn’t follow me around at all! What are you, a lost puppy?” Yoshinaga flinches, but Natsu’s walls have already cracked; there’s no stopping the next words. “Just stop being clingy and leave me alone!”

Yoshinaga backs away. “I didn’t know it was you,” he stammers. “Honest! Your drumming was just really good and—”

“Get out.”

Yoshinaga pales.

“Get out,” Natsu repeats. “And don’t ever try to follow me around again.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then tears well up in Yoshinaga’s eyes, and he turns around and runs out through the door.

Little by little common sense returns to Natsu’s brain.

What has he done?

Is he an idiot?

He has been trying to hold back for so long, and now this?

Isn’t this situation the very thing he has always been trying to avoid?

“Yoshinaga!” he calls, running after him. “Wait!”

His feet carry him outside. He looks right and left. No trace of Yoshinaga.

“Yoshinaga?” he calls again, but there’s no answer.

“I’m sorry,” he says. By now his voice is quiet. The sound is swallowed up by the rush of the passing cars.

He is alone.

---

Yoshinaga doesn’t look at him the entire next day. Natsu tries to catch his gaze several times but is only met with brown eyes fixing on the textbooks or the board or the lunchbox. He doesn’t look angry, just sad. Hurt. Somehow that’s worse.

Natsu wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what. An apology, probably. A proper one. He’s not much good with those. It’ll require sincerity. Being open about something he’s always hated talking about.

The day passes. They don’t talk between classes or during lunch break. After school Natsu meets with Mika in the staircase again. His heart and mind aren’t in it. He always keeps hoping for a head of dark hair to show up around the corner, asking him to go to club.

In the end he gives up. “Sorry,” he tells Mika. “I’m not in the mood today. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

His feet carry him to the club room. Outside the door he stops. Hesitates.

There’s music coming from inside. It has improved a lot since he last heard it. Instinctively Natsu tries to tell who’s playing which parts. He finds he can’t remember.

That’s right, I never really fit in here.

The music stops. “Much better,” Akira-sensei tells the group. “Mizuhara-kun, you’ve improved again.”

“Yay!” That’s Mizuhara-senpai’s voice. “It’s because I’m playing with Yoshiyan. He’s really easy to match with!”

Natsu holds his breath.

“R-Really?” Yoshinaga stutters out. “Um... thank you!”

“It’s because Yoshinaga-kun looks out for others so much,” says Kurusu-senpai. “It makes playing with him really easy!”

Natsu doesn’t wait around. He turns on his heels and flees the place. Where to, he doesn’t know. Just out of this school. Away from everything.

He ends up in a playground, empty at this hour. Closing his eyes, he sits on the swing. Time passes around him. The world stands still.

What’s Yoshinaga thinking, trying to reach out to him? He’s already part of their family. He has enough people around him. There’s no need to include Natsu. They’d both be happier if they left each other alone.

But at the same time he misses him. A lot more than he’d expect.

Does he want him around? Does he not?

The rustle of footsteps snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns around.

His eyes meet with a familiar dark one.

Yoshinaga freezes, then turns around on his heel. In a hurry he scrambles back between the trees, towards the road. Natsu winces. Don’t ever try to follow me around again. This is his fault.

“Yoshinaga,” he calls as he runs after him. “Wait.”

He doesn’t answer. He keeps on running.

Natsu takes a deep breath. What he’s about to do frightens even himself.

“Atsumu!”

Yoshinaga stops.

With a few quick strides Natsu is beside him, feeling strangely exposed. He doesn’t like this. He wants to leave.

He stands his ground.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says, completely sincerely. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

Yoshinaga lifts his hands, backing away. “No, it’s fine—”

“You just startled me,” Natsu continues. “And I was having a bad day and then I lost my self-control. Sorry you had to take the brunt of that.”

“It’s really okay.”

Natsu meets Yoshinaga’s gaze and finds him smiling. “You know,” he says, “I never understood what you were thinking. But yesterday, for the first time, I felt like you were being honest with me.”

Natsu is speechless. Something unnamed stirs in his chest.

“But I hurt you,” he manages out at last. “I made you cry.”

Yoshinaga shakes his head. “It’s not the end of the world,” he says. “I’m just glad you told me the truth!”

A burden falls of Natsu’s shoulders, a burden that he never knew was there in the first place.

It’s okay if he’s honest, Yoshinaga tells him. It’s okay to express his thoughts and emotions. Even the ones that can hurt.

Should he...?

“Let’s sit down,” he says, smiling again, a little more genuine than before. “I think I owe you an explanation.”

---

Atsumu, he thinks as he sits down in his room that night, feeling calmer than he has in weeks. He picks up his phone. The messages are still unread.

It’s ironic, really. They’ve had this entire conversation, and Yoshinaga—no, Atsumu has agreed to be more careful with Natsu’s personal space. He asked him to tell him whenever he oversteps a boundary and everything, and suddenly Natsu doesn’t feel so stressed over him reaching out anymore. Suddenly he doesn’t mind having him in his life a bit more. Even outside of school.

So he types a response. Atsumu replies almost at once. Natsu keeps the conversation going. He doesn’t know why. He just feels like it.

Maybe it’s because he suddenly feels a lot safer.

Atsumu.

Natsu smiles.

Maybe letting someone a bit closer doesn’t always have to be bad. He just needed to find the right person first.

#warning: LONG POST #kono oto tomare!#natsumu #momoya natsu #yoshinaga atsumu #headcanons #me and my writings #long post

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years

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Part of Your World

Chapter 2: a birthday to remember

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 2011

Chapter 2/11 (All chapters)

Summary: It's Prince Basilton's birthday, and he's prepared to hate every second of it.

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AN: I just did my psych exam today at 9am and am currently studying for my history exam tomorrow at 8am (hahahahaha kill me). So one down, four to go. Posting this brightens my day though. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Tagging peeps (sorry I forgot. My brain is not functioning, exams have fried it): @ughthatsprettygay @alive-alive-alive

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Baz hated parties, he always had. So how Dev and Niall convinced him to have this one was beyond him. Maybe it was because it was on a boat. Didn’t matter, he regretted it. He watched as everyone laughed and drank like the sailors they were, while he was focused on his violin, apparently his only true friend at the moment.

“Ugh Baz,” Dev groaned as he leaned on the rail next to him. “Can’t you play something less depressing?”

“No,” he replied curtly.

“This is your birthday party. You’re supposed to having fun!”

“This is not my idea of fun.”

“It’s everyone else’s.”

“Everyone else is an idiot.”

Dev rolled his eyes over dramatically. Of course that was when Niall decided to flop down on his other side, now mostly empty beer stein in hand.

“Is he still being a stiff, Dev?” He called over, words more than slightly slurred.

Baz glared over his violin at him. “I’m right here, arsehole.”

Niall smiled drunkenly “So you are, Mr. Grumpy Pants.”

“Thank you for the wonderfully creative nickname.”

“Well it’s accurate,” Dev said with a shrug. “You’ve been in an even worse mood since you came back from that trip to meet the Princess of Glauerhaven. Was she really that awful?”

“Or,” Niall dragged out the two letter word with all the diction and enunciation of a drunk man. “Did she have the audacity to even try to speak to the great Prince Basilton and you insulted her?”

Baz took a long pause to glare menacingly at his friend and cousin. They looked back with smug smiles. He finally put his violin down, hunching his shoulders in.

“I hate you both,” he growled as he stomped off to another end of the ship far away from them.

Of course Dev and Niall didn’t really understand. Baz hadn’t told them the real reason for his sour demeanor. There hadn’t been anything particularly wrong with the Princess of Glauerhaven, really. Except the whole “princess” part. Baz had already told his father about who he was and the kind of person he wanted to be with. But Malcolm Grimm told him those feelings were irrelevant to his marriage.

It wasn’t that Baz’s “preferences” were a forbidden or hated thing in their kingdom of Watford. It was that Malcolm wanted his eldest son to “continue the Pitch royal line.” Like his family name was the only important thing about him. His father wasn’t even technically a Pitch, just the widower of the late queen. Maybe he thought he was honouring Natasha’s memory by making sure her bloodline continued through their only son. Even at the sacrifice of said son’s happiness.

Baz leaned over the edge of the boat and breathed in the salty sea air. He felt better out here. Away from his father and all the expectations he put on Baz. He leaned over the edge, looking at the dark choppy waves below.

“Don’t lean too far out, your highness!” Gareth shouted where he was adjusting a rope up the mast. “You could fall in. And if you don’t drown, the merfolk will get ya!”

Baz raised an eyebrow. “You really believe those old sailor tales?”

“Well I’m a sailor aren’t I?”

“Touché.” He leaned a little farther, gazing over the thundering waves. “You really think there are people with fishtails and magic living down there?”

Gareth hopped down and stood next to him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his pelvis pushed forward (for some reason he really liked that position). “To be honest? Yeah. My good friend Rhys saw a merman once. He was big and gruff, with a thick green tail and a massive gold pitchfork. And when he spotted Rhys, my smart friend wheeled away like his life depended it.”

“Are you sure your friend wasn’t drunk at the time?”

He shrugged up to his ears. “I don’t think so.”

Baz made a “pfft” noise, blowing hair out of his eyes. “I’ll be sure to do the same as him if I ever see a ‘merfolk’”

Gareth looked at him deadpan. Which was an expression Baz could easily return. (It was practically his default.) He wasn’t one for stupid childhood fairy tales, and right now was no exception.

“Hey Baz get over here!” Niall shouted. “Come see your birthday present!”

Baz rolled his eyes but still went. He was somewhat curious, which he’d probably regret later.

The crew and the partygoers, Dev and Niall included, stood around a large object draped in a purple cloth. An obnoxious red bow held the fabric in place. The looming thing had been there the whole party and it filled Baz with anticipatory dread.

Baz crossed his arms. “Do I even want to know?”

“Certainly!” Dev said. “You’re going to love it.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

Niall grabbed the bow. “We present to you, you!” He yanked it hard.

The curtain fell down, and Baz’s heart seized. It was horrific. In front of him was a giant white marble statue of a young man, standing triumphant with one leg up a giant seal with a large “B”. He was dressed a puffy sleeved shirt and tight pants and a long cape, long sword in hand. The other hand was pressed against his in a fist. It was bad enough that the statue merely existed. But it was worse that Baz’s face was carved on it.

“My god,” he muttered.

“Happy birthday!” Niall said with a shit eating grin.

Baz rubbed his eyes up and down in exasperation. “You are quite literally the worst.”

“Oh don’t be such a downer, Basil. It’s amazing.”

“I can’t believe you actually spent money to have that made.”

“Lighten up!” A crew member hollered. Baz fixed him with a steely grey glare, which the man immediately shied away from. “I-If you want, your highness.”

Baz scoffed, about to throw another barbed word at his so called friends. But the loud thunder interrupted him. Everyone looked up with shock and horror.

“Oh no,” the first mate whispered.

Another roar ripped through the air, followed by a crack of lightning hitting the water less than a mile away. It was like the sky opened up above the ship in an instant, suddenly drenching them in torrential rain.

“Everyone to their stations!” The captain shouted.

The crew rushed into high gear. They pulled ropes and adjusted rutters. Baz helped as well. He may be the prince but he wasn’t useless. The pounding water blurred his vision, and the rocking sea sent him stumbling him back and forth. Standing his ground was becoming difficult. Lightning once again streaked across the grey clouds. It pierced the sail and set it aflame, spreading quickly through the fabric and to the mast. Fiery wood came crashing down on their heads.

“Abandon ship!” The captain’s voice was barely audible over the storm, but everyone knew what to do.

They released dinghies that crashed into the water. People jumped overboard and scrambled to them. Baz was about to dive off himself, until he heard a voice.

“Help!” Gareth shouted. “I’m stuck!”

Baz whipped around. The sailor’s leg was pinned under a flaming beam. Baz didn’t think twice. He rushed to his aid.

“Baz what are you doing?!” Niall shouted from a distance.

He lifted the wooden beam up with a heave and threw it to the side. With an arm around Gareth’s neck, he hoisted him to his feet. The man was limping slightly but could still move.

“Go!” Baz yelled.

Gareth nodded, then limp-ran to dive overboard. From the corner of his vision, Baz saw the fire crawling towards a chest. The chest filled with fireworks.

“Shit,” he whispered.

He ran as fast as his feet could carry him. Just as he jumped, the world exploded around him in a deafening boom and blinding light, hurtling him forward far too fast. Baz hit the ocean with a painful thwack.

Water filled Baz’s ears. Everything became muffled. His vision was hazy at best. The only slightly distinct thing he could see was a flash of shiny blue race above him. And he swore he felt two arms snake around his torso.

But then everything went black.

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Simon didn’t know how long he’d laying on the sand, the grains scratching against his skin and scales, just staring down at him. This human, apparently called a prince, couldn’t be any older than Simon himself. Yet he had risked his own life saving another’s. The other humans had called him Baz. It was such a strange, beautiful name. It fit him perfectly.

Baz was alive. Unconscious and still shivering slightly, but alive. It was an absolute miracle, considering Simon had dragged him through the freezing water for hours. Maybe Simon’s strange, uncontrollable magic had protected Baz. (For once it was useful.) He’d pulled the human to the nearest shore. Along the way he’d picked up Baz’s peculiar device, which laid at his side on the beach. Simon couldn’t have let such an amazing thing be washed away.

The sun was rising now, fiery reds and oranges illuminating Baz’s every gorgeous feature. His soaked black was splayed out, a stark contrast to the blindingly white sand. Simon lightly ran a finger down his jaw then cupped his soft cheek. His skin was cold but thankfully warming up.

“Simon!” Penny hissed from in the water, having finally found him after searching all this time. “Simon, we should to go! What if someone spots you?”

“Just, a little longer alright?” He said to her, before turning back to Baz. He pushed some raven hair away from Baz’s face. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Father says you’re all horrible monsters, but how could he think someone like you is a monster? I-I mean, you make beautiful music, and you nearly died saving that man’s life. I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you’re just...a boy.”

“Si, we have to go!”

He barely heard Penelope though. All he paid attention to was Baz’s soft breathing, escaping from his slightly open mouth, and his steady pulse. With every beat, Simon was reassured that Baz had survived. Simon cupped Baz’s jaw and lowered his mouth closer to his ear.

“You’re incredible, Baz,” he said quietly. “I hope you know that.”

Simon pulled back and his breath hitched. Baz’s eyes were slightly open, a half moon of a grey iris under heavy lids.

“Wha...who...?” The human rasped out.

Shit.

“Baz?! Baz are you there?” The other human’s voice wasn’t that far away.

Simon scrambled off the sand and dove into the water. Penny followed close behind.

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Baz sat up with a groan. He hurt all over. Probably because he’d been catapulted off that bloody ship. He looked around at his surroundings. A beach, like the one near his family castle. Wait, no, it was his beach, with it’s bright white sand and jagged cliffs. His eyes widened. On his left was his violin, also wet but intact. How did it get here? How did he get here?

Everything was blurry after the explosion, but there were pieces. Faint shades of blue and bronze, the feeling of arms gripping his waist. And one thing was very clear in his mind. A man’s voice right next to his ear.

You’re incredible, Baz. I hope you know that.

“Baz! Guys he’s over here!” Dev jumped down the rocks and ran towards Baz. “Thank god you’re alive!”

Baz held his head. “Someone saved me. A-A man. He said things...his voice...”

Dev kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I think you must’ve bashed your head against a rock, cuz. C’mon let’s get you home.”

He helped Baz get back on his shaky feet, taking his violin in the other hand. The rest of the crew grinned at and cheered for him from the rocks.

Baz looked back one last time though. And he swore he saw a flash of bronze and blue out of the corner of his eye.

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Ah, and so it (sorta) begins. See you all next week :D

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penny bunce #mermaid #little mermaid #little mermaid au #mysnowbazfic

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icefrozendeadlyqueen · 4 years

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Deadly Sisters: (y/n)’s Prologue.

Title: Deadly Sisters

Family: Reader comes from a family involve in the unknown. The world normal people have no clue about. They can theorize, but they can never be completely sure. Their family prefers to work on their own, "better work alone than with a crowd, right?".

Summary: Two killers rely on each others... What could possibly go wrong???

Ships: (y/n) x Ubbe, (y/n) x Sigurd, Ashla x Hvitserk. Reader insert words use

Favorite Coffee: (f/c) Your name: (y/n) Last name: (l/n) (Your tagged id)

Warning: There are huge topics in here. I’m sorry if it offends anyone, but I couldn’t stop once I started writing.

Story: On going. It's text/scenes. I hope you enjoy

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My name is (y/n) (L/n), I am a hacker Hitman.

I thought life was simple in most terms speaking my simple is other's dismay or death. It all depends on my mood. I have a set of skills well learned throughout my life; it's a family legacy to know how to align with people at a level is certainly scary. I am always learning everything I can get my hands on from truth, rumors, lies and overall the darkest information known to men. Example, people's lives are a new chapter of a story, why did Gregory kill his wife? huh.

The cops said his wife was cheating on him. The first cop to come at the cries of the neighbors threw up in the scene of the crime. Revolting. It's all he manage to muster to the news. His family wants to believe he was posses by the devil. Only reasonable explanation for a gentleman that burn his wife and kids alive, right? Her family believes he was paranoid. They demand him to be given the highest type of punishment, Capital Punishment. The neighbors can't believe what has occur. Its such an atrocious act. They retell that night like a replying nightmare every time they close their eyes. "I woke up to the screams of Tiffany. She was a nice gal used to bring me pie whenever she had some extra". "In all my 80 years of living in this neighborhood something like this has never happen. They had family issues as any couple would". "Gregory and Tiffany were an exceptional matrimony. They would come to my families Saturday cooks out! Tiffany would bring her famous pie! Gregory bring some of the whiskey I like. We have a good time. My kids like their kids. We didn't notice anything wrong". His colleague detail how good he was at his job. He took a good length of time to manage his work to perfection. It became Gregory's signature. Her colleague say she was diligent. She never once made a mistake. Those people that envy her believed she was a witch how could she had a response for everything. Always being right neither wrong on anything. What a load of bullshit

A conservative small town what could possible go wrong with such a murder? it's the center of the epicenter.

Whats hot in news right now? I will let you know in more than one occasion. Hypothetically speaking a woman by the tag name Veronica_Ink join my chatroom long ago. I have always explained to them the chat rules here in the dark web.

(Private Message between (your tagged Id) & Veronica_Ink)

Veronica_Ink: "I have joined through a secure server on my husband's computer".

(Your tagged Id): "I don't particularly give a shit how you join. I am telling you not to come here looking for trouble, ma'am. I am fed up of saving damsels in distress".

Veronica_Ink: "My dad is a rapist, and I sleep with a pistol under my pillow".

(Your tagged Id): "Okay. You have experience to be here at least. It took an escalating turn"

Veronica_Ink: "It's alright. I had gone as far as too change my name and any trace of that from my present. Now, I have beautiful children and a treasure of a husband".

(Your tagged Id): "Cute then why are you here?"

Veronica_Ink: "Not all fairy tales are true...."

(Your tagged Id): "Enough said". I didn't ask what she meant in any way or form I don't care. It's how this new century works. The less you care the less probability of getting caught. A rule the (L/n) family has lived by for centuries, and we have manage to avoid detection. It's a sweet taste in your mouth like drinking the nectar of gods, A.K.A. (F/c), knowing that we haven't gotten caught yet. It's the best part of a thrill being known like any other millennial

Veronica_Ink: "We are the picture perfect couple since middle school. We grew up in a small town high school sweethearts, you know?".

(Your tagged id): "I have never understood the necessity of high school sweethearts".

Veronica_Ink: "It's like finding your other half for high school".

(Your tagged id): "I get that part, but I don't see the point. The expectations of happy ever after until is not possible".

Veronica_Ink: "It's picture perfect".

(Your tagged id): "Outside until people decide to look close enough".

We agreed it was just going to be a quick chat or did I just agreed to that? We never talk about it to be precise so I just don't understand the tugging I feel re-reading this none existence conversations lost in deep thoughts. I have single handle all of my problems without relying on my family much. We take on jobs that we have no emotional attachment what so ever... I guess I didn't comprehend why would that be. I have never taken a job with another family member for actual good reasons.

Jobs. Tasks. It's all the same in terms, isn't it? I am already 10 steps to close to this.

Veronica_Ink: "You don't like high school sweethearts, do you?"

(Your tagged id): "It seems all fake to me for some it works. I have no problem with it, but I have never understood the term high school sweethearts. The concept itself seems to be playing with fate, and fate is laughing at it".

Veronica_Ink: "Ahhhhh. You had a high school sweetheart?"

(Your tagged id): "No, I have never stay in a high school long enough. It was particularly entertaining".

Veronica_Ink: "Awh.. that's awful"

(Your tagged id): "It really isn't. You are probably thinking of an orphan or movng a lot type of deal. I am neither".

Veronica_Ink: "Yeah... you don't seem like the person to give a shit either. It was nice to talk to you, (y/n). I have to go attend to some things."

(Your tagged id): "Yeah, don't mention it. Have a good day Tiff".

Veronica_Ink: "Tomorrow same time?"

(Your tagged id): "Same place".

Who knew I would have gotten a friend from this illegal dump? Hell would laugh at my stupitity. I got attached. She knew before I knew. Well know... I did some bringing up to the light. I have uncover her life not like somthing can be hidden from me. There is nothing in this world that I can't crack with enough practice and hard work as long as you don't get caught. I don't need to be recognize on anything what's the point of doing something if people acknowledge it.

Just fucking do it and let the repercussions come later. I have many completely sign for me as we speak. My father always said, "Time will only tell, pop. We either keep doing things right protecting the family or we fail all together screwing the family". He has a point that there is no in between. I look at it the way anyone would have I don't regret my choices or the fact I am obviously blinded by emotions at this point. What the fuck was I thinking??

That's right I wasnt fucking thinking. I keep hearing my father's advice through out all my bad decisions a reminder that I am making a shitty hole for myself. I may as well make it even more big than it should be. I call myself a hitman, but I am here trying to solve marital problems? Jesus Christ. I am trying to blame somebody where there is nobody to blame. I am trying to find an excuse where there is none. I always will be a step ahead of everyone unless I let my heart lead.

(Your tagged id): "How are the kids?"

Veronica_Ink: "They are doing amazing! Little josh won fourth place on his spelling bee tornament, "Mom, I'll work hard to get #1 next year", he is the most cutest thing. Gregory offer to help him train up, and I almost forgot about last night beating. I have to thank you with helping jessica yesterday, you know? her paper got an A+. The university loved it. I don't know how you do it all the thoughts she wanted to express you had it on paper".

(Your tagged id): "Don't mention it, Tiffany. I am glad I could help even in the slightest. What about little jimmy? Is he better from the flu?"

Veronica_Ink: "We just got home from his check up. Gregory bought him a baseball bat, so they can plan on that trip. Jimmy wants to become a baseball player".

(Your tagged id): "The kid has a bright imagination... isn't this his 17th switch so far? How much energy does he has... you wouldn't fucking believe he has an illness damn".

Veronica_Ink: "haahahahah. Actually his 26th so far, "Mommy! I love them all! Fire fighter, super hero and baseball player! I want to be all", he said that on our way back and Gregory told him the sky is the limit.

(Your tagged id): "I pity his babysitter".

Veronica_Ink: "That's me”.

(Your tagged id): "I digress".

Veronica_Ink: "Ah come on! He is the cutest!".

(Your tagged id): "You can't decided which of your children is the cutest. On that note, who's the favorite?".

Veronica_Ink: "You know is getting late.. I should be going."

(Your tagged id): "I rest my case".

Veronica_Ink: "hahahahahaha. All jokes aside little lady. How are you today? You don't particularly like pen names, but I can't seem to resist"

(Your tagged id): "I ignored them. I am doing pretty good and you? I have had a pretty good week. Thank you for asking Tiff".

Veronica_Ink: "Doing as well as a viking burning boat. Jessica got into USCF, little jimmy says he will become a baseball player, and lil josh says he'll be the next spelling bee champion".

(Your tagged id): "So an honorable death? Well, this took a turn. It's UCF btw. I am guessing excitement took a turn".

Veronica_Ink: "Yeah, I started watching this discovering channel with Jessica.. you know mother and daughter quality time?! I am so happy! She ask me to watch it with her. I thought she would ask her best friend and not her boring mother."

(Your tagged id): "That's sweet you two are spending time together. I have to take a big dump on that 'boring mother' do I have to remind you that you are in a dark web chatroom. I don't think thats boring".

Veronica_Ink: "I can't really bragged about it though. That's like one of your main rules of the page or did you forgot? You say you'll ban people or ruin their life".

(Your tagged id): "Touché. Let me think... brag about your life? You won a hot dog competition in middle school? You punch that slutty math teacher in high school that's in prison now? I am going on a limb here but your life is not boring. It might not be celebrity worthy, but that doesnt matter".

Veronica_Ink: "Good point. My daughter is showing interest in my life! I feel so happy right now. Don't you think punching a teacher was a little too much?"

(Your tagged id): "It depends on what happen. Normally teachers are respecting human beings that deserve the world offer to them. Ashley was a racist little shit".

Veronica_Ink: "Look, (y/n) not everyone name Ashley is a bully or a racist or a pedophile. It was just a huge coincidence. My sister's name is Ashley".

(Your tagged id): "And? Lets not even get on the topic of your sister... she isn't a good example to begin with.

Veronica_Ink: "Touché. On good terms, what can I bragged about? Jessica is my star. I want her to look up to me. I want her to think I am like a super mom?".

(Your tagged id): "She already thinks that. Jessica knows you put a lot of work on feeding her, so she can get all her vitamins and minerals. She bought you flowers last friday after you stood by her when that douch broke her heart. She may not see much of your cool right now because she is a teenager that's basically their definition. Don't over think it much, Tiff. You are an amazing mother. You are doing just fine".

Veronica_Ink: "You are probably right. I am going to go right now. I want to give them all my undying attention".

(Your tagged id): "Good night, Tiffany".

Veronica_Ink: "Good night, (y/n)".

I have a weak point on some extent. I'll accept it. Other than my sister nobody has broken through my hard core firewall. I guess the first instict to change is to fight it or just be crazy for a little bit. I am friends with Tiffany. This is just incredible. This is a healthy friendship, right? You care for something. It's natural right? It's an excuse isn't it? I guess. I am not sure anymore. Ashla would have laugh at my weakness. She would have put a bullet on Tiffany and walk away. I wish I could just let go, but I care too much to walk away. I love her to much to let go.. is that what friendships are? You care for another person more than yourself. I thought families fall into that category...

I have never let anyone in. Tiffany knowing my real name makes her a target, but there is no way she'll become one right? No. I am just being paranoid. Yeah.. that's it. Paranoia.

Veronica_Ink: "It was a weird old man. I lost little josh at the amusement park, and he said an old man guide him to a van. He bought him an ice cream and told him to stay inside. I am terrified and scared about it. He said a woman came before the smelly old man could hurt him. She took his hand, knew his name and even play some games with him. He said the woman got him that teddy bear he wanted, but I told him I didn't had enough change for".

(Your tagged id): "Huh why are you telling me all of this?"

Veronica_Ink: "It was you, wasn't it? Don't deny it, (y/n). Josh secretly told me the woman knew my name. He told the police the description of the man. I was relieved when the cops found the old man, and it wasn't one of josh made up stories. He was brutally murder, (y/n). Execution style. The police told Gregory and I that there was a woman, but there is no camera that caught the woman's face. We could only see little josh talking to someone.. we recognize it was a woman because of the voice... just please. Thank you".

(Your tagged id): "Execution style? Sheez. Veronica. I don't do Execution Style. I am a hacker for fuck sake how would I know how to kill people?"

Veronica_Ink: "You said so yourself. Anything can be accomplish with enough anger built up".

(Your tagged id): "When the heck did I said that?"

Veronica_Ink: "The day before the amusement park. We talk. You said to watch my kids because there was news reports of kids disappearing and found dead a week later".

(Your tagged id): "Me and my big mouth."

Veronica_Ink: "I know it was you. I want to believe it was you".

(Your tagged id): "It wasn't me. I had been at home all day. I was working on a job"

Veronica_Ink: "Computer related? I know you can't do remote jobs.. Hmm.. Well.."

(Your tagged id): "Do you have any prove anyways?"

Veronica_Ink: "No.. I had a feeling. Josh had a bubble gum package and a chocolate bar in his jetted pocket. The only person I know that loves coffee more than life is you plus you are the only person that knows josh favorite bubble gum. He is a hard kid to follow strangers. He knows better than to do that, but he told me that the woman was my friend. No, his exact words were "My Guardian angel"".

(Your tagged id): "Can you just accept your kid is safe? He is away from harm. You are all a big family again, right? Be happy idk"

Veronica_Ink: "Thank you, (y/n)".

(Your tagged id): "It was my sister, okay?".

Veronica_Ink: "The deemed one?"

(Your tagged id): "We are all deemed, but yes"

Nah, bitch. It was me. Fuck. You see my point. I am attached to a level that can become deadly. I knew that old faggot wouldn't resist a lost kid. I knew that. I had to do some extra remote work to make up for it, but it was worth it. It was. It is worth it. Why wouldn't it be? Tiffany is save and the jumping troll thats her kid is doing good. I got attach to her and her kids.. I am a fool.

Execution Style seem the fair go to for all his fucking crimes. He had all the kids outfits. The ones he hurt. I got emotionally involve so what? like its a fucking crime. I couldn't live with myself if I let it happen. I couldn't live with my conscience. I feel... fuck.. so predictable right? (y/n) stares at her diary letting go of another sigh. (y/n)'s eyes scroll through the images in her computer of an old chat conversation with vivid notes she wrote daily to keep up with her changing or Tiffany growing into her. (y/n) lips tremble in little weeps tears that she doesnt bother to clean, "It's done sweet, Dove. I have avenge you... it has been a long time old friend". (y/n) words leave a sore taste in her lips though a sweet feeling inside her even if its been old to come. The words don't make her feel any better nothing seem to do fix the broken shell of a woman she was anymore, "I have a flight to catc-". The words lost within a train of tears coming furiously from her eyes as her heart opens accepting what she was pushing back all this years.

Yeah I can't believe that either. Dear old friend. You can rest in peace now, okay? The bitch is dead along with your ex-husband.

#reader insert #emotional #friendship #vikings #prologue

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating.

Pairing: JungkookxReader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn't seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn't reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn't seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.

But you haven't seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you'd be well-born to be discovered.

"Next time I'll close you in our room." Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.

"I didn't ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we're their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn't see anything strange... "

"YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. "

"What a bad thing Unnie.... In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. " You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. "Then he is also extremely beaut--"

"But think of your boy!"

"You Like him! That's why you're bored by the articles.... because you're ashamed to talk to him. "

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It's been seven months since you started to date and you've already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious "relationship", although not yet effective because he didn't really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.

"Jungkook-oppa!" "Jungkook, you are beautiful!" "Jungkook I love you!"

Hearing all those screaming around you didn't help your insecure soul, but you could remain calm because Tara took your hand into her and smiled at you, despite the mask you could understand it from her eyes, and you smiled at thanking subheading.

"Who's calling me oppa? I'm not your oppa! Let me see your ID card! " He yelled, his voice amplified by the microphone, bursting the fan group to laugh; "Really show me your ID card!"

"Jungkook-ah, you were to be born earlier so you could really be their oppa!" Jimin said with a funny low tone, seizing the opportunity to be able to make fun of him, having to move immediately because the youngest gave him a punch on his arm.

After some laugh and joke on their part, finally came your turn so Tara advanced before you reach the first of the row that was Yoongi.

Yoongi, oddly enough, had been the first to push you to Jungkook. He had noticed your glances during the shows, during the reality that you were doing together, and knowing that his bandmates would never have done the first step he had told you to dare. He even advised you how to approach him, always with extreme kindness. You had always thought of Yoongi as an extremely introverted and closed person and instead had been your biggest help in the first few weeks with Kooks. Sooner or later you should have thanked him in some way.

You were behind Tara when he immediately recognized you and you laid the forefinger on the mask, to make him understand that they were practically incognito. He chuckled amused, passing a hand through his black hair, while he took the album and went to the page that you had marked.

"Who's the one with you? Tara-ssi? " He asked under breath, while you nodded and started acting like the other girls. He squeezed your hands, trying to keep his laughter while talking, or at least pretending to do so.

"I'm curious to see how the Golden Maknae reacts"

"Stop teasing him, Yoongi sunbae!"

He winked at you and you passed the boy after, Seokjin, who took two seconds to recognize you in spite of the mask. Yoongi whispered to him something in the ear and he made word of mouth with others, but they didn't tell anything to Jungkook, otherwise, the surprise wouldn't really succeed.

Every time you get up you were forced to put on your shirt, you hated Tara for forcing you to wear that outfit, feeling slightly uncomfortable but enjoying the moment when you finally stopped in front of your "almost" boyfriend.

His gaze slipped over the crowd, smiling at anyone and waving every person who called him; you didn't understand the reason for all that enthusiasm and joy, but it was beautiful to look at him at that moment. So beautiful that the girl behind you had repeatedly summoned you to advance.

By making her a little sorry bow, you closed fast the gap between you two and knelt before him who watched you intrigued, giving you one of his best smiles.

"Hi" He greeted you with kindness, taking the Photobucket from your hands and you would have wanted to beat him because he still didn't recognize you.

"Why do you keep the mask? Don't you grant me to see your smile?? "

"You do this with all the fans? Do you flirt shamelessly with all your fan?!?!?! "

He opened his mouth in hearing your voice and a nuance of pink colored his cheeks, completely caught by surprise and in total embarrassment. He bowed his head while you could hear Yoongi's laughter on the other side of the table while he made a small nod to Seokjin to observe you.

"Y/N.. W-What are you doing here..? "

"I wanted to see you..."

"Don't take off your mask, I don't want you to be bothered by the fans..." He murmured shyly, returning completely in itself; "Wait for me, okay? I'll ask Sejin if I can come away with you. "

It took little for him to go from embarrassed boy to confident boy, but he was Jeon Jeongguk and that sudden change didn't surprise you anymore. His eyes shone with his own light at that moment, filled with the happiness he was feeling because of you.

"Be quiet, I can wait tonight."

"But.."

"Shh, now say goodbye to your fans and go to rest a little." You winked at him, grabbing the photo bucket and getting up you greeted him waving your hand and reaching Tara, who was in the corner waiting for you and was oddly burgundy all over her face.

His gaze was upon you, as you descended the few steps to the stage with a fast pace reaching your friend, and he thought that he couldn't be luckier than that. He knew how busy you were and the fact that you had found time just for him made him completely crazy.

He took the microphone, waiting for the fan to end with Namjoon, clearing his voice.

Hearing his voice echoed in the crates, you turned to look at him curious to hear what he had to say.

"Today is a particularly special day, you know?" He said and the crowd erupted in a scream of joy, because knowing that their idol was happy was the only thing they wanted, while he waited for that scream to decrease.

You kept observing him, while Tara next to you still seemed totally lost in her world.

"A special person came to see me and made me realize how important I am to her. I have read many articles lately, although my hyung told me not to do so, where her fans kept saying that she was perfect for our sunbae. And you know, the anger in reading those articles was so much that I hid in the rehearsal room and danced till I collapsed to the ground by fatigue. "

The other six were silenced, because they knew his torment for that situation, while your heart almost broke, becoming aware of those details that he had never told you. Sometimes he was childish and you learned how to handle that side, but you never thought he could be so strong that he could endure that kind of problem. And to your eyes, Jungkook became even more special than he was before.

He cleared his voice again and took his breath, smiling slightly; "So I started to express my esteem for her during the interviews, praising her in any way. Childish right? I wanted you to start to say that I was perfect for her because she's so amazing that I can't let her go.. And so yesterday a fan on Twitter, yeah I check our twitter every now and then, " he emphasized making everyone burst of laughing and in the meantime you tried to hold back the tears, because by now you had understood what he was to do and that for you was almost a proof of how important you were to him.

"She asked if we were dating because in every occasion I talk about her. Well.. "

You held your breath, immediately feeling Tara's hand on your shoulder that offered you support because she knew you'd start crying in some way, failing to manage your feelings. He was embarrassed, in fact, he began to scratch his neck and biting his lip while Yoongi reached him, starting to rub his shoulders jokingly around.

"In fact, I and Y/N are dating and it seemed right to me to say it, instead of letting you find some photos on internet. I hope you can be happy for me because she's an incredible girl and always manages to understand my moods.. she doesn't make me miss anything and the more time passes and the more I understand how lucky I am. "

Immediately the room was overlooked by a roaring applause, shouting of appreciation and even the other BTS began to cheer, congratulating with him to be a little man grown now.

"However you'll continue drinking milk instead of alcohol, even if you're the only one with a girlfriend" Seokjin pointed out, making you laugh, hidden in your corner.

The tears had begun to slip quickly on your cheeks, wetting the mask and he turned to your direction.

Your eyes met and he winked, mimicking something with his lips that was able to make tremble your legs.

You lowered the mask and with a wire of breath you answered: "I love you too, Jungkook."

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no-signs-no-lights · 7 years

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Honestly, anon has a point. Anyone would get upset when they see a popular blog complaining about how certain fans portray certain characters, almost insulting them, only to turn around and the support the same thing. And while you may say it's all for yourself, it's still pretty immature and for some reason you still complain about being hated despite acting this way in front of so many followers. I don't understand why every popular blog in this fandom becomes so entitled and arrogant.

To answer your very last comment: it’s probably because you can’t deal with hateful people on your inbox daily by answering “I-I’m sorry. I’ll do as you say”.

Believe me, I was like that at first.Spoiler alert: doesn’t work.

Not that you’d know about that, taking how you’re yet another entitled anonymous on this hellsite, thinking you can just say whatever you’d like, since no one will ever know who you are.You probably feel so powerful, like a ninja.

Ninjas are cool.

I get it, you think I’m being a hypocrite, that I’m not practicing what I preach, and some shit.Your anger and frustration is justified.

But, you know, I do this shit knowing many of you are going to feel like that.I want you to feel like that.

You’re literally giving me the reaction I wanted.

When I said “I do this out of spite” I meant it.

I’m angry at people like you who think you can tell me what to do in my personal blog and still get angry when I give my opinion on the fandom’s content here even though I haven’t once sent any anonymous comment/ask to the people I disagreed with.

You’re proving my point.

The m/y fandom is full of the hypocrisy you’re trying to attack me for but none of you ever say a thing yet you come at me when I do it, you see?Years later and you guys are still angry at me for not doing what you want and supporting what you like on my personal blog.

I do this on purpose, nonnie. I do this to prove how much this fandom doesn’t see it’s own hypocrisy unless it’s on someone else.

Make your own blog. Try to get people to like you. Deal with the anons yourself. Try to please people. Try to not get angry. Just try. I dare you.

The more asks like this I get, the less I will support the m/y fandom.I have this policy to never fall for anons antics (like, for all I know you could be a y/m supporter who wants me to get angrier at the m/y fandom than I already am) but I’m in a particularly bad mood today.

Because, yeah, I wish most of the fandom content was y/m/y stuff but I guess no, and I don’t really want this blog to make more content for that ship anyway.

Goodnight, nonnie.

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actually, bonus that's dirty for however many other of our ships you want to do too 😈

abby/jackson. 21. “why is your back all scratched up?”

while abby was every kind of thrilled that she was dating jax, she was still adjusting to it. she couldn’t count the amount of times she’d had to say “i’m his friend - i mean, his girlfriend” in the last few weeks. she knew seemingly remembering her role in his life mid-sentence made her sound ridiculous; there had definitely been one or two people who thought she’d spontaneously decided to make it up. luckily she didn’t care about what they thought at all.

although she was happier than she’d ever been, abby couldn’t deny that she’d been slightly terrified by the idea of having sex with jackson. she wasn’t typically a nervous person whatsoever, but the stakes felt so high in this relationship that she’d worried that it could go terribly and their relationship would be damaged because of it. jackson had made it abundantly clear that he was happy to take it slow, so they’d done just that. abby had decided to wait and let it happen on its own rather than allowing herself to stress about it.

once it did happen, abby couldn’t even remember why she’d been so anxious over it. just like every part of their relationship, it had felt natural, instinctive, like it had been meant to happen. she’d walked around over the next few days with a grin on her face, but her mood always improved even further when she saw jax after they were both done work for the day. after she’d kissed him in greeting the totally necessary amount, he’d looked down at her with a smirk.

“do you know what one of the guys asked me in the locker room today?” he didn’t wait to an answer. “’why is your back all scratched up?’”

abby’s eyebrows flew up her forehead. “but it’s not - is it?” she circled around him, lifted up the back of his shirt, and bit her lip. “oh.” although abby wasn’t much of a blusher, she felt her cheeks tinge pink. she hadn’t even realized she’d scratched him hard enough to leave a mark, let alone marks dark enough for his teammates to see. as if he sensed her discomfort, jax took a step closer and lowered his voice.

“i liked it.” his whispered confession was more than enough to turn the short-lived embarrassment on her face into a cocky look.

“i could tell. you weren’t quiet about it.”

he took another step closer. “you weren’t all that quiet either.”

“bet i could be quieter than you,” she challenged him, smug smile on her face. before she could say anything else, jax had ducked down just low enough to grab her by the thighs and pick her up.

“let’s see about that,” jackson said as abby laughed while he carted her off to bed.

talia/stella. 50. “i want you.”

talia was drunk beyond all belief, which wasn’t particularly strange for her on a saturday night. what was more strange was that she was already prepared to leave this party and go home. when stella had mentioned calling them both an uber, she’d suddenly lost all interest in everything happening at the party.

they’d gone to tal’s apartment, which had turned out to be a good idea. lucie and steph were evidently both working late. talia and stella were mercifully, blissfully alone. they didn’t even bother to turn on the light after they managed to stumble through the doorway. tal wouldn’t have even thought of it had she been sober, since stella backed her up against the wall immediately after they’d made it into the apartment.

it was all too easy for tal to lose herself in the feeling of stella’s lips on hers. she’d lost track of how long it had been since the first time they’d done this, but it’s becoming familiar in a way that bizarrely doesn’t feel stale. talia had never experienced that before. sure, she had a few friends who she had had no strings attached relationships with, but she’d always gotten bored of people who she had romantic relationships with. when it came to stella, however… she was nervous that she only ever looked forward to seeing her more and more. talia had no idea what to make of it.

she wasn’t thinking about that as stella trailed her lips down her neck, though. in fact, she was practically in a daze until stella looked back at her and the moonlight from the window hit her in just a way that talia suddenly thought shit, she’s beautiful.

the sentimentality she’d been repressing bubbled to the surface then, as talia was too drunk to check herself. “i want you,” she gasped just before stella kissed her deeply again. the brunette smirked into the kiss.

“i knew that already,” she replied smugly. talia was tempted to reply and to let the words in her mind spill over, to tell stella that she wanted her like this, obviously, of course she did, but somehow she wanted more of her too. more than whatever half-assed arrangement they had going on.

before she could say anything, stella cut her off by sneaking a hand below the waist of her jeans, completely cutting off talia’s train of thought. in the morning, she’d be both relieved and strangely disappointed that she didn’t let it slip.

willow/grayson. 9. “am i being too forward?”

willow was starting to wonder if she’d ever come back down from cloud nine.

she tried to be rational about it and remember that she and grayson were still in the honeymoon stage, damn it, but every time she tried to remind herself that no relationship is perfect forever, he’d text her something sweet out of nowhere that left her a giddy teenager for the rest of the day.

the only problem was that that meant she had to check herself at work more than she ever had before. before they’d started dating, willow would have been able to admit that, yeah, grayson was obviously attractive and could have left it at that. after they’d started dating she had maybe stopped to check him out more than was strictly necessary whenever she knew students weren’t watching. it was ridiculous of her, especially when they haven’t even had sex yet and she was all but lusting after her boyfriend in public.

it wasn’t even that they were taking it slow (the opposite was likely true, in fact). willow was fairly certain that grayson was prepared to follow her lead where sex was concerned, especially since she knew he was too much of a gentleman to be even close to pushy about it. that was part of why she liked him so much, to be fair, but she also was frankly too attracted to him to wait for him to make the first move.

so willow took matters into her own hands. they’d just arrived at his place and grayson was casting out ideas for what they could do for the night, since it was friday and both of them had agreed they could set their marking aside for the time being. while he was talking, willow walked up to his spot on the couch and wordlessly climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. that cut him off quickly.

“i have a question for you,” willow interjected brightly. slowly she began to undo the buttons on her top one by one, far enough to let him see the lacy purple bra underneath. “do you think purple looks good on me?” she asked innocently before leaning down to give him one languid kiss. “or should i just take it off?”

for a moment he didn’t reply, which made willow giggle nervously. she suddenly wondered if she should have been more subtle. “am i being too forward?”

the question seemed to bring him back to earth. “no,” he said immediately, “no, no, you’re not being too forward.”

“so you wouldn’t mind if i just…” willow finished undoing the remaining buttons on her shirt, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor once she was done.

“definitely not,” he replied just as quickly. willow grinned before leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear.

“if you take your shirt off now, i’ll let you pick whether my bra or my skirt goes next.”

a beat passed before they both scrambled to grab the hem of his shirt. she couldn’t resist a giddy laugh before he cut her off with a kiss that she was only too happy to return.

willow couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for ruining his plans for the evening.

evan/coraline. 25. “you’re tempting me.”

so maybe suggesting a quickie in her car during her break wasn’t his most gentlemanly idea.

evan couldn’t let that bother him too much, though. there was no need for him to be romantic about it. that was the entire point of this, after all, that they didn’t want to be romantic about it. personally, he thought he was being plenty charming enough by both showing up to her work with lunch on her day off and offering to fuck her in the back seat of his car.

he was practically a storybook prince, clearly.

cora’s opinion on his gesture was harder to discern. he thought that she might have been more surprised than anything at first, though to be fair evan hadn’t given her much of a heads up about… well, any of it. he’d simply texted asking what she liked to get for lunch, picked that up on the way, and propositioned her when she’d shown up to meet him.

he was being a nice future co-parent was all. he definitely hadn’t gone out of his way on his day off solely in order to see her.

as ridiculous as his plan may have been, he thought that it actually might have worked. cora looked between him and the lunch he’d brought before staring right back at him.

“you’re tempting me.”

evan grinned devilishly at her. “you’ve got time, don’t you? besides…” he dropped his voice. “i can make it worth your while. it’ll be much more fun than the break room.”

when cora smiled coyly back at him, he knew that she was caving. “it is a really good time to try…” she shrugged. he almost wanted to laugh. typical cora, all business. evan would be offended if he didn’t know that she was also having fun with this so far.

rather than banter back at her, he simply leaned across his seat to kiss her deeply, one of his hands pulling up the back of her shirt. when she reciprocated just as enthusiastically, evan realized that he hadn’t even needed to tempt her at all.

#oonafknchaplin #this is so much exposition and feelings smh @ myself #ship: abby x jax #ship: talia x stella #ship: willow x grayson #ship: evan x coraline #drabbles

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littlecarowrites · 7 years

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~ Tell Me About Your Troubles ~

Request: BonesxReader where the reader gets attacked/assaulted and is too scared to tell Bones who it was, because he's a superior @captian-hannah-kirk

Words: 4843

Warnings: Cursing, attempted sexual assault, alcohol, sexual harassment & some really bad pick-up lines

Beta'd: By the lovely @yourtropegirl. You can guess what I'm going so say now: Thank you very much, you made my text so much better! It was lovely to chat with you!

A/N: My first request! I'm sorry if that weren't your exact words, but my 'lovely' Word-Document decided to break down and delete itself, so I lost the request and had to write it again from my mind. I hope this is what you were expecting when you wrote the request and that you enjoy it! I'm sorry it took so long, but I couldn't find an end to the story and the flashbacks. Also: I've never been assaulted or attacked like that, but I got bullied through middle school and got inspired by some of my own experiences, so I'm really sorry if I portrayed it wrong.

+ I got a lot of the dialogue parts from here: www.simplewritingtips.tumblr.com/post/146124254753/more-dialogue-prompts

The sound of your communicator startled you and you almost fell out of bed when you stretched your arm out to grab it from the bedside table, only to realise that it wasn't there.

Groaning you pushed yourself off the pillows into an upright position and rubbed your eyes, trying to guess where the sound came from. A look at the clock told you, that you had only been asleep for a short time and that it was still in the late hours of the morning.

Following the constant sounds of the comm you reached the kitchenette and found it in the sink. Weird. Sleepy you took it and flipped it open. “Dear sleep, I know we have some problems...”, you mumbled.

A laugh was the response. “Well, Good Morning to you too Y/L/N!”

“I don't see anything good about this. It's not even morning.”

“Right you are Y/L/N! It's actually almost noon!”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the cold surface of the kitchenette. Only your captain could get so happy about the misery of a crew member. “Yeah, but it's still night for me!”

Silence. Then after a few seconds you heard some shuffling, a few whispered words and a big sigh from your captain. “I'm sorry Lieutenant. I forgot that you switched to the Gamma shift, Bones just told me again. Are you adjusting well?”

You frowned. Not because the CMO was on the bridge, he spend more time there beside his beloved captain than on his actual job anyway, but because of the fact that he knew your shift had changed. With a shrug you forgot about it. He probably needed to know such things because of his obligations towards the crew and their well being.

“I probably would if I could actually get to sleep”, you said then rather angrily into the comm.

Silence. Again.

You sighed in defeat. “I'm sorry. I went to bed just over two hours ago, after a rather long shift because someone”, you emphasized the word, “forgot to tell my old boss that I was transferred to another shift. He came to my quarters, desperately looking for me and demanded I show up for work. 'You cannae do that! We need all engineers we got! How do you think this beauty stays in Space?' So... I worked both shifts.”

More shuffling and whispers could be heard. “Ah yes, my bad. I told Sewell, but forgot to tell Scotty. He didn't back down or think of asking me, did he?”

“Nope”, you said, popping the p. You walked to the sofa and made yourself comfortable, knowing very well that you wouldn't be getting back to bed in the foreseeable future.

“Hm. Speaking of Sewell, you seem to have made quite an impression on your first shift with him. He requested you as his partner on the away mission tomorrow. You two are going alone”, you could practically see the captain wiggling his eyebrows and smirking. “That’s why I woke you up from your beauty sleep in the first place.”

You should be happy. Happy to be requested by a superior to accompany him on an away mission, no matter how easy it may seem and happy to be approved by the captain, but the mere thought of being alone with that man made your breath pause and your heart heavier.

The captain however took it as a sign of happiness. “Great! I'm happy for you Y/L/N! You're a hard working crew member and deserve some time in the spotlight. You'll get briefed tomorrow morning, right before the mission. Until then sleep tight, I'm going to clear your schedule for tonight so that you can gain some strength. Kirk out.”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, threw the comm somewhere across the room and let yourself fall back onto the sofa. Desperately, you started to pull on your own hair. How are you going to survive tomorrow? It was bad enough that you were on the same ship as him to begin with and now the man you never wanted to see again was your boss!

x-x

“What are Vulcan eyeglasses called?”

The moment those words left your roommate's mouth you saw Nyota roll her eyes and huff out in annoyance, drowning the rest of her scotch in one swift movement. She may never tell anybody, but you knew about her little or even big crush on the instructor.

“Spocktacles!”, you answered and winked at her, “Nyota could sure use s-” But before you could finish your sentence, she stomped on your foot. “Ow! My poor foot had nothing to do with it!”

It was a typical night for you and your friends. After classes and some homework, you always met up in the fresh and windy city of San Francisco to either get a drink, hang out or watch a movie. Since you had seen every movie and no new ones were out, you met at your favourite Irish Pub.

Right now you were seated in a booth, squished between two of your friends and opposite of Nyota and your roommate.

“Exactly!”, your roommate laughed. “Oh! By the way, I heard he's in charge of the starship assignments for the cadets. I hope he...” But a fist to his shoulder stopped him. Shocked he stared at Nyota. “Ow! What was that for? You're particularly feisty today!”

“Shush now! Look at that!”, she said and pointed at something or someone behind you. As you started to turn around to get a look at it or him/her too, she stopped you. “No! Keep your eyes on me, he mustn't know that we've noticed his glances.”

Confused you kept your eyes on her face, trying to deduce what was happening by her facial expressions. Suddenly she started to smile brightly and waved someone over. “Over here Dan!”

Both of your friends on either side of you gasped and turned around simultaneously. “Oh my God! It's Daniel Sewell!”

“Who now?”, you asked.

“Come on! You must know who Daniel Sewell is! He's like the cutest guy on campus right now!”, your roommate swooned.

“I thought you said his name was James Kirk-.”, you began, but were interrupted.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Nyota... Y/N!”

Your gaze stayed on the table, not in the mood to look up. You didn't care if he was cute or even handsome, because the only man you'd swoon over didn't even know you existed. How should he? You were only a second year engineering cadet while he was almost finished and already an established doctor. Not to mention: He was a few years older than you.

“I'm sorry”, you could hear your roommate say and felt a foot stomp on yours again, “She's shy around strangers. She somehow hasn’t heard of you yet.”

“Don't worry. I thinks it's great that she doesn't know who I am. Especially because I was about to ask her out, now we can both get to know each other! So come on, let's dance!”

Your head snapped up and your vision focused on his open hand. He wiggled his fingers, inviting you to take it. Slowly you focused on his face, which you had to admit, wasn't that far from handsome, searching for any kind of sign that he was fooling with you. “You... You what now?”

He let out a hearty laugh. “I'm asking you to dance with me, babe!”

Your face scrunched up at his choice of words. You really didn't like it when someone called you babe or any other kind of sweet nickname, especially when you didn't know that person very well. But the excited squeaks of your friends left you with no other choice as they got up and pushed you into Dan's arms.

It wasn't that bad in the beginning, you danced slowly and quietly together until he decided to say something that made your stomach churn. “Hi, I'm bisexual. I'd like to buy you a drink later and then get sexual.”

You stopped dancing and managed to not punch him in the face right then and there. What was he thinking? “No thanks”, you managed to say through gritted teeth, “I don't drink and I don't get sexual with people I just met, but I'm sure that there are a lot of girls that would happily jump on that invitation, based on your reputation.”

“But isn't your name Google? Cause you've got everything I'm searching for. I don't want somebody else.”

You raised your eyebrows. He was most likely trying to fool you and get on your nerves. He couldn't actually be trying to flirt with you, could he? Not with those bad pick-up lines.

He seemed to smile at your confusion. “Well, you see”, he said and pushed you closer to him by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, “I want you. You don't seem like the others, no... you definitely aren't like the others. You're hard to get, you're fun. I've been watching you for a long time now and the only boy you hang around is your roommate and he's gay. I like challenges sweetheart and you are one.”

“Who said I'm not interested in anyone?”

“Come on, a girl like you? Like I said, I've been watching you. You're confident, hard working, ambitious and not to mention beautiful. If there was someone, you would've grabbed him by now.”

He definitely just wanted to annoy you. You snorted, made yourself stiff and tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, but you didn't get far as he grasped you around your wrist and pulled you back into his body, leaning dangerously close to your lips and letting his hands wander to far down.

“I don't think you know me as well as you'd like. Because that's not how you gain my interest.”

“Then let me guess, you like trampolines? Cause I got something for you to bounce up and down on”, he said and smirked.

Suddenly, after you almost cried out in annoyance, Nyota stood by your side on the dance floor. “No... babe”, she said mockingly, “She hates trampolines after she almost got a concussion falling down from one. So. Let. Her. Go.” She grabbed his hands and squeezed them, earning a little whimper from him and made him let go of you.

“I'm so sorry Y/N! I didn't know he was that... that...”, she began, tears forming in her eyes, as she lead you outside into the fresh air to the rest of your friends.

You squeezed her hand. “Don't worry. Nobody could have known that, at least we were in a populated place, it could've been worse. I'm just glad I won't have to see him again. Let's warn the others about him.”

Sadly it didn't stop after that night. Naturally nobody believed you, you were a nobody and he was like the quarterback of the Starfleet Academy. So, even though you made it very clear that you had no interest in him, he still flirted with you, got close and touched you at inappropriate places every time he saw you between classes or in the mess hall.

How happy you were when you found out that cadets were being placed early onto the starships due to an attack on Vulcan. At least until you found out who was going to be your new chief engineer.

x-x

“What are you doin' here?”, a deep voice called out as a man decided to sit next to you even though the whole bar was empty.

You sighed and didn't even bother to look up, knowing it was Leonard who had sat down. “Ya know”, you said swirling the half empty glass of scotch around in your fingers, “not much. I'm not able to go back to sleep. My body doesn't care that I'm exhausted. It's noon, lights are on and people are eating. Therefore it's not sleeping time for me.”

“Yes, I know. It's a shame you had to change from the Alpha shift directly to the Gamma shift, it does take a toll on the body.” He raised his hand and beckoned the bartender to himself. “A glass of water for the lady and a glass of Bourbon for me please.”

“A glass of water?”, you asked, frowning.

“Well darlin'”, he said turning around to face you and took your glass of scotch away, touching your hands for a small moment and sending shivers through your body. “I was there when the captain gave you the orders for the away mission. And as your doctor I don't think drinking until you black out is the right method to 'gain some strength'. There are some other ways to get your body to sleep. And also, for God's sakes woman, it's only noon!”

“Speak for yourself.” You watched him as he drowned the last bit of your scotch and chuckled. “What are you going to do? Drug me? Give me a Hypo?”

“Darlin', it's ten p.m. somewhere in the world. Time is just a concept here in space, it's all just artificial, created by light to confuse primitive brains and let them live in some kind of normality.” When the bartender came back with the two glasses he reached for the Bourbon but you were faster. With raised eyebrows he followed the glass with his eyes and saw how the brown liquid disappeared behind your lips.

You shook your head. “Amazing. I'm sitting here with a grumpy doctor, who just happens to lecture me about how stupid my brain is, as if were not the same species! Why don't you just call me an alien for not being able to sleep with light! My night couldn't have been any better!”, you mocked him, not knowing if what you just said even made any sense and being meaner than you actually intended to be.

“I think you should stop drinking”, the doctor said calmly.

“I'm fine!”, you shouted and put the glass so roughly down, that it got a little crack. You grabbed your things and stood up. “But don't worry, I'll go now. Happy?” You were normally not an upset, grumpy or angry person, but your way to handle difficult situations was mostly by getting angry at someone or something else. And sadly, the doctor just came at the wrong time.

You were almost at the door to the corridor when you heard a chair squeak and a muffled “I swear sometimes she annoys me more than Jim” before a hand softly grabbed your wrist. Not softly enough though, because you couldn't help yourself and let out a soft whimper, when the doctor grasped your already bruised wrist.

x-x

“My, what have we here? Your legs look beautiful. How about you give me a kiss?”

Your heart sank at his words and for the first time you were happy about the fact that you were lying under a console that had a short circuit, due to your coffee splashing all over it. “I wouldn't do that even if you paid me a million dollars”, you sassed back, hoping he would move on.

He didn't. Instead he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you out from under the console, kneeling beside you and then proceeded to grab your wrists and pressing them down to the ground, preventing you from standing up.

“Let me go!”, you hissed.

“There's no hiding how hot and bothered you are babe.”

“Yes, I actually am bothered! Bothered by you because you're hurting me! Keep your fucking hands and lips to yourself!”, you panted as his hands started to move from your wrists, that were now red from his strong grip, to your shoulders and his head leaned down.

“Struggle all you want cutie.”

“You know we can't do this! You're my boss for crying out loud!” You tried to hide your fear with sarcasm, but it sounded more as if you were unsure about your statement instead of it being sarcastic.

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“Like this”, you growled, panic and adrenalin taking over when you felt his breath on your neck and you kicked him in the groin.

With a painful scream he let go of you and jumped up. “This. Never. Happened!”

x-x

“Everything okay darlin'? Did I hurt you?” Leonard was already pulling up your sleeve to look at your wrist when you stopped him and broke down in tears.

“I’m sorry I’m crying. I don’t know why I’m crying. I-I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Let it all out darlin'”, he soothed you, pulled you into a warm embrace and waited until the tears and the sobs started to subside. “Now tell me, what's going on?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like everything is falling apart and I don't know what to do or how to fix it.”

“As your doctor my conclusion is: You definitely need a good night's sleep. Right now. And have you eaten anything in the past hours? I think you may be an emotional drunk.”

You laughed and wiped away your tears, shaking your head at his question.

“Okay. How about you go to your quarters, take a nice shower and prepare to go to bed. In the meantime I'm going to make you a little soup with bread and some tea. Is that alright? It will also help you sleep.”

You shook your head again, this time signalling yes, until you thought about it and shook you head no. “No, wait. It's very nice that you're doing this for me, but you don't need to. You don't need to give a damn about me”, you said, trying to sound like the southern doctor in front of you.

“Frankly darlin', I want to give a damn. I'm your doctor and you're going on an away mission tomorrow, it's my job as your prote... as your doctor to make sure that you're physically ready for it.”

You sighed internally. Of course it's not because he considers himself a friend of yours or more, he's just one of the nicest and hardest working doctors you know. “Alright. You know where my quarters are but make sure the soup's tasty!”

x-x

“Wow, you look hot. Can't believe that I got you all to myself today”, Sewell whispered in your ear, as you entered the transporter room to get briefed before the mission.

You gulped and turned most probably red and looked at the captain who was talking to Scotty. Behind them the doctor was looking with a rather angry expression at Sewell.

“Mission's simple. We got a distress call from the inhabitants of the planet Luona. Apparently their source of energy stopped working sometime last week and they want us to take a look at it”, the captain said, looking at his PADD.

“It shouldn't take more than three hours, lassie. Four max”, Scotty added.

“Alright”, Sewell looked at you and grinned, “ready?”

“As ready as I can be”, you sighed and the last thing you saw before the golden light of the transporter beam totally engulfed you was an angry Leonard taking a step closer to the captain.

“Ah damn!”, was the first thing you heard when you materialized on the planet. It was beautiful and looked like the Amazonian jungle. “I forgot my tricorder and my tool bag in the transporter room. Let me contact the Enterprise again, don't worry babe, it won't take long.”

You rolled your eyes and took in the beautiful landscape. You've never been to a jungle, but you heard that it was warm and humid there, making you sweat way too fast, but the temperature here was nice and cosy, not too warm and not too cold.

“Hello? Chekov? It's Sew- got problems- forgot the to- can you beam it- hello? Hello? Can you-.”

“What are you doing?”, you asked confused when Sewell started to speak in short and unfinished sentences. You could see that he was fine, but you couldn't think of why he would make the Enterprise believe that you were having technical difficulties.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”, you screamed as he threw his communicator with all his might against a big stone and watched it break into a thousand little pieces.

“I'm giving us freedom. Yours needs to go too.”

“No! Stop!” You fought against his grasp as he tried to pull your communicator out of your hands. “Let the communicator go Sewell!”

“But Y/N”, he said smirking as he pulled the communicator out of your hands, pushing you back a little and held it over his head and out of your reach. “You know you can call me Daniel, right?”

“Daniel, I beg you, give it back.”

“No”, he laughed, “I told you I got you all to myself today. We're going on a date.”

Disgusted you looked at him and watched him taking out the batteries of your communicator and caught it, as he threw it back to you. “Date? We're on a mission! The inhabitants are waiting for us! Don't you think they're gonna come searching for us, if we don't show up? Besides, I already told you I don't want to. How many times do I have to say this? I. Don't. Have. The slightest interest in you! I wouldn't kiss you if you paid me a million dollars!”

“Last time you said that, you didn't sound so sure. I thought you only had concerns because I'm your new boss.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm a little more clear then.” He grinned and made a step closer to you, placing his hands onto your hips.

The situation you were in began to dawn on you. It wasn't like the first time you met him or all the other times after that. Now you had no communicator, no contact to the Enterprise and nobody to help you out of this mess. You looked away as tears started to form in your eyes.

“Look at me”, Sewell said softly and placed his hands on either side of your face.

“No.”

“Look at me!”, he hissed and moved your face, forcing you to look at him.

“No!”, you screamed, grabbed his hand and bit it.

“You idiot! You're going to regret it!”, he wheezed and hit you square in the face.

Screaming you lost your balance, let the communicator fall to the ground and stumbled over a stone, making it loosen up and crumble down the slope behind it, taking you with it. After some painful moments and somersaults you were thrown onto your belly, feeling a searing pain in your leg as a stone fell on it and crashed the bone. “Aargh! I'm trapped!”

“That wasn't my fault. That's on you!”, you heard Sewell scream down the slope. “But don't worry, I'll go get the locals. Just hold on babe.” You heard his feet shuffle through the leaves on the ground and his humming getting quieter.

“Wait! You can't leave me like this! We don't know if there are any dangerous animals around!” You tried to heave the stone of your leg, but you only managed to intensify the pain in your body even more. It was kind of hard to do or see anything behind you, since you were on your stomach.

The shuffle stopped. “Well then, I guess if you were to die it would count as a mission accident. Sad, but not inevitable.”

“You're sick! I thought you liked me! What was all that flirting about?”

“I told you Y/N, you're a challenge and I like challenges, but I can always find myself a new one.”

“The moment I'm on the ship again, I'm going to report you Sewell!”

“Honey, I'm innocent until proven guilty. You've hit your head pretty bad, sustained some painful injuries and I'm your superior, still perfectly healthy. Who do you think they'll trust more?”

“Her”, a new, but familiar voice suddenly said, “You just got proven guilty. Bastard.” A muffled scream and some sounds as if somebody got beaten up could be heard. Then after a while an impact created a little breeze that caused some leaves to drift down the slope and land on you.

“Y/N?!”

It took you a moment to realise that it wasn't Sewell screaming. “Leonard?!”

“Y/N!”, you heard him gasp and soon the continuous drumming of shoes hitting the ground could be heard. A few seconds later Leonard was kneeling beside you, cradling you in his arms.

“You okay?” His eyes were darting all over you, searching for other injuries besides the obvious broken leg. When you nod he visibly relaxed his tense muscles. Then he gets serious again. “I'm going to need to move the stone. Otherwise the Enterprise might not be able to differentiate between you and it. It will hurt.��

“Don't worry. It already does. Getting the weight away can't be worse.”

He panted as he heaved the stone away from your leg, immediately cradling it and taking out his tricorder. “Enterprise, beam us up. And send somebody else down to get the idiot. He's unconscious.”

Back on the Enterprise he didn't wait for the medical staff to arrive with a stretcher and took you into his arms, bridal style. The lights of the corridor began to blur as your eyes filled with tears, from your throbbing leg bouncing up and down and not being held as securely by the doctor as one would wish.

Running through the med bay doors he put you softly onto a biobed in an isolated section and called for a nurse and some hypos. Before you could say anything, he held up his hand and started the bed, watching the vitals change.

“Was that the reason for your strange behaviour yesterday? Was he the reason?”

You didn't dare to look into his eyes, feeling the sadness and the betrayal radiating from his body. “Yes.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” He took your hand in his and squeezed it assuredly.

“You heard him. He's my superior, nobody would've believed me.”

“Really? That’s weird, because Lieutenant Uhura came running down to the transporter room shortly after you both got beamed down to tell the captain with a frantic voice to beam you back up, since you two had a bad history together”, he said while thanking the nurse that just came in and taking the hypo from her.

You groaned and let yourself fall back onto the pillows of the biobed, not even flinching when he brushed away the hair that had fallen out the compulsory ponytail to give you the hypo, but his touch did send some warm feelings through your body.

“I'm going to work on your leg now, it may sting a little and feel weird when the bones grow back together, but it shouldn't hurt.”

“Thanks”, you mumbled and watched him work carefully on your leg. His face was totally concentrated, his eyes solely focused on their task and his hands quick and steady. “I'm the stupidest person alive!”, you suddenly burst out, almost making the doctor jump, but his skilful hands stayed still on your leg.

“No, you're not”, he said in his calm voice and rolled over to you on his chair, after he finished bandaging your leg.

You suddenly frowned and tensed again. “Why were you down there?”

“Stop tensing. Let me help you relax”, he said not answering the question, rolled to the backside of the bed and started to massage your shoulders.

You let out a content sigh as his warm hands eased the stress out of you. “Does that feel good?”, he asked in his husky voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Hm...” You nod and closed your eyes. “But you're not going to be able to evade the answer. Why were you down there?”

“We lost your signals. First Sewell's, then yours. We couldn't get you back up, so we had to send someone down.”

“Ya, I figured that much”, you whispered almost incomprehensible, but you were sure the good doctor would understand you. “But why you? Why not Nyota or the captain?”

“Because Jim knows that I made a vow to protect you.”

You nodded again, still with closed eyes. “As a doctor right? Because you could help us if something bad had happened, which obviously did-” You wanted to say more, but a breath on your neck let your heart rate spike up and your eyes shoot open, expecting to see Sewell again.

You hadn't even realised that his hands disappeared from your shoulders and hadn't even heard the chair roll back beside you, but somehow, even after what you had gone through, staring into the hazel eyes of your doctor and having his face so close to yours made you unbelievably calm.

“No, woman", he sighed hesitating, not knowing if he should go on or not. "Damn it...", he mumbled and took a deep breath. "It's because I love you!"

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