#i'm sorry that i had to make everything so angsty in an attempt to explain away the bullshit parts of the ''canon'' lore

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #26

(I'm feeling angsty today.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Going Supernova

The GIW have discovered his identity, and they don't waste time on using this knowledge to their advantage. They spent the last six months creating a weapon that not only hurts ghosts but absolutely obliterates them down to their very cores. After testing it for so long on minor ghosts and then discovering the local ghostly menace's secret, they have the bright idea to make an example out of Danny.

They ambush him as he's fighting the invading ghost of the day. Their first shot misses and hits the ghost they're fighting. As soon as the shot lands, the ghost freezes in place with a look of dread and horror.

They look up at Danny with tears in their eyes and has only a few precious seconds to say, "Run," before their skin cracks and they shatter, the miniscule shards evaporating into nothingness.

Danny is petrified and grief-stricken over what he just witnessed that he doesn't have the time to even twitch before the GIW lock their sights back onto him and shoot him in the back.

Agony consumes him. His chest burns, and his ribs rattle with the effort it takes for him to breathe through the pain. The civilians who were still on the scene gasped in horror as they watched their local hero's chest start to crack and glow from within.

What the GIW didn't know was that Danny had just recently elevated to Ancient status due to helping Clockwork with the timestream. That and with his status as a halfa, what they did will end in nothing but disaster. (1)

Danny spots his parents, sister, and friends in the crowd. His parents watched in awe and excitement while his Jazz, Sam, and Tucker looked at him with horror-stricken disbelief. Knowing what's to come and not having enough time to explain, he gives them a wobbly smile.

"I'm so sorry."

He whips around and rockets straight up into the sky. He breaks through the atmosphere in a matter of seconds and continues to fly at breakneck speed away from the little green-blue planet he calls home. He has to get away. He can't destabilize so close to them. He has to go even further.

His form is steadily breaking off into pieces as his human and ghost half fight and fail to keep him together. He can feel his human half dying and his ghost half barely holding on by a thread. He can't stop, though. If he stops here, the Earth will be destroyed from the backlash.

He had no worry for himself. After all, stars die all the time. That doesn't mean that's the end for them. They just take on a new form or even help breathe new planets and galaxies into life.

'A star's death is not the end!' He comforts himself.

He only makes it a few light-years further before his energy fades out to nothing, and he slows to a halt. It's only then that Danny starts to panic alone in the vacuum of space. The furthest he's even been from home and the comfort of his friends and family.

"No. No, no, no, no." He repeats over and over. "Not far enough. Not far enough! I'm still too close!!" (2)

His stuttering heart rabbits inside his chest along with his crumbling core. He hugs himself tight with the false hope that maybe that would stop himself from falling apart. He cries for his family, his friends, his planet. His life and lives he's about to take through no fault of his own.

Because for a star to give life, they must first destroy. (3)

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry! Please!"

He sobs into his hands as the light of his core pulses one final time.

"Please." He whispers brokenly.

His core shatters, and he screams for the entire cosmos to hear. His form expands with immeasurable force and shakes the very foundations of creation. His desperate attempt to spare the Earth from his self-destruction was in vain as the waves of his shattered core ravaged the solar system and destroyed everything within its path.

The countless people and other creatures on Earth didn't even have time to blink before they were completely eradicated. Quick and painless but nonetheless gone.

It took centuries for everything to settle again.

It wasn't until countless millennium passed that the solar system began to take shape again. However, everything was reshaped and put back together as though with a child's memory of what it used to be from so long ago. Some things were bound to be different, like how Mars gained its own population of intelligent humanoid creatures. How Earth's own population started to develop extraordinary abilities and magic was able to be used more freely outside of supernatural species.

Soon, there were heroes popping up all over the universe of all shapes, sizes, and species. Some people were even reborn. They started remembering a life that, as far as they knew, never actually existed. How could it? None of the people they were before showed up in any records. There were records, of course. They just, unfortunately, no longer existed.

No one knew why, either. At least not until a magic user stumbled upon a tome belonging to what they knew as the Underworld. It told the story of a young boy who died too young and was destroyed from what he became afterward. How his destruction also destroyed the world despite the boy's efforts to save it.

This story was shared with the masses of people experiencing these memories of other lives, including the heroes who took up the mantle of keeping the Earth and other corners of the galaxy safe. They mourned the loss of a life so young, so bright and full of potential. They hoped that wherever the child ended up, that they were at peace.

Little did they know, the child was part of the universe itself, his very being woven into the fabric that makes up the night sky and everything that lays beyond. They can't see or hear him, but that precious child--the Ancient of Space--laid curled around the Milky Way itself with Earth cradled gently in his trembling hands.

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(1) Because of his status as the new Ancient of Space and the fact that he is half human/alive is the reason his destabilization took longer than the ghost he was previously fighting. An Ancient has immense power of the aspect of reality they control, and his human half was desperately trying to keep him alive. He can't live without his ghost half, though. It was also the power of his Ancient status that made his destabilization so explosive and damaging. However, him being a halfa is also what saved his existence in the end and allows him to still continue to be the Ancient of Space, as Space itself is always in a state of dying and rebirth. It just took several thousands of years to pull himself back into a semblance of what he previously was, but obviously irrevocably changed.

(2) According to scientists a supernova would have to be within 30-50 light-years to trigger a mass extinction on Earth. To be actually completely safe from one, however, it'd have to be 160 or more light-years away. Danny didn't even make it to 20 light-years before his core self-destructed, which is why he was panicking.

(3) As I'm sure most of you know, supernovae are essential to creating life, but that life is preceded by the death of said star.

(*) I haven't really thought of who would be reborn into which character. I originally thought of Jack Fenton being reborn as Bruce Wayne, but Bruce only disguises himself as a himbo while Jack actually is one. The only reason I thought it would work out it because 1) Jack's paranoia about ghosts and translating into Bruce's own paranoia 2) him regaining his past memories would explain his propensity to collect black-haired, blue eyed children because of his loss of Danny and 3) him and his relationship with Jason after he came back as Red Hood.

Other than that, I can't think of who any of the other characters might be. You can decide!

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny goes supernova #the giw fuck up #but when don't they #ancient of space danny #danny's destruction destroys the universe and everyone in it #time passes and he eventually regains enough of a form and consciousness to put it back together #but not a 1:1 recreation #several millennium of existence is bound to make the memory foggy #and thus the DCU is born! #some but not all characters have memories of their past lives before the universe was destroyed #they're yours to decide #danny did self destruct but he is NOT permanently gone #space has a natural cycle of death and rebirth #danny is still the ancient of space #the people sympathize and mourn what happened to danny #they think he's gone but he's not #your decision if they do discover he's still around tho! #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy writes stuff

[thetriumphantpanda]

CHARLIE you talented writer YOU!! If I could give you the world I would. I’ve been enjoying reading all these prompts turned into fics! Beautifully and nastily written 🤭

I would like to request ‘i want to see you’ fwb with Javier Peña. If you could make it angsty, dirty and fluffy in the end, I’d gladly kiss the ground you walk on. Luv ya! 😘

Oh my god Anon, you have no idea how much this message means to me ❤️ I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing - it makes me the happiest gal alive when people take time out of their day to tell me they like what I'm producing, so thank you 🫶🏼

This prompt flew out of my fingers at lightening speed - thank you! I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 1.9K (I'm getting carried away with these now!)

Fluff, angst and of course, smut below the cut! Still open for prompts - check here and pop into my ask if there's anything you want to see! Writing for Javi P, Javi G, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales and Dieter Bravo!

Javier slammed the phone down onto his desk for the third time in thirty minutes, putting a cigarette between his lips to light it, feeling the slight relief of the nicotine in his system almost immediately. 

“You know, if you slam that any harder you might actually finally break it.” Steve mused from his place opposite him. 

Javier glared at him, using his free hand to massage his temple. It had been a rough day. A failed attempt to capture one of Escobar’s right-hand men and a dressing down from Messina about ‘wasting resources’ had him furious and in these times, it was always you that he’d turn to for relief. He’d pick up the desk phone, only ever after midnight, mumble down the phone that he was coming over and hang up. He’d spend as long as he could buried inside of you, seeking the comfort and release he needed before he’d get up, dress himself and leave. 

At the beginning it suited you. Relatively new to Colombia and the administration you’d found it thrilling that the famous Javier Peña had taken to calling you instead of turning to the company he’d always had at the city’s brothels. But then it had started taking it’s toll. He’d call in the early hours of the morning, begging to see you and you’d always let him come but then he’d come to expect that he could waltz in and take exactly what he wanted and leave without an explanation, and it was beginning to make you feel like nothing more than a whore yourself. 

Two weeks ago, when he’d called and told you he was coming over you’d refused. You’d complained you were tired and needed an early start, to which he’d pointed out that it had never mattered before. You’d lost your temper, shouting down the phone about it always having to be on his terms, in the dead of night, with no-one else being able to know what the two of you were doing. You’d slammed the phone down on him and done everything possible to avoid him since. 

“I don’t even know what I’ve done.” Javier spoke to Steve, continuing to massage his temples. 

“I didn’t think you were actually this dense.” Was Steve’s blunt reply. 

“What the fucking hell is that supposed to mean?” Javier spoke with a harsh tone. 

“Dude, you’ve been fucking her for months now, you do exactly this, phone her when you’ve had a bad day, turn up, get your fill and leave,” He had waved his hands whilst trying to explain, “You treat her no differently to any of the girls you saw before apart from this time she doesn’t charge you for the honor.” 

“She knew what she was getting into.” Was what Javier replied with. 

“That don’t make it right, man,” Steve tried to reason, “If you’re going to be friends with benefits, you’ve got to be her friend.” 

Javier growled, stubbing out his cigarette before rubbing his face with his hands, “You know, sorry would probably go a long way,” Steve said before standing up, “I’ll see you tomorrow man.” 

Javier picked up the phone once more, stopping to decide if this was really the right thing to do before dialing your number for the fourth time. He was convinced it was going to ring out again, but the ringing stopped, and he could hear a distant shuffling on the other end of the phone. 

“Hello?” Your voice drifted through the receiver, immediately dissipating some of the tension in his shoulders. 

“Hermosa?” 

“What do you want Javier?” There was an ice to your voice that he wasn’t used to, even when he spoke to you last time the tone had been more one of disappointment than anything else. 

“I just wanted to hear your voice.” 

He could hear you take a deep sigh on the other end of the phone, “Well, you’ve heard it now, can I go back to bed?” He could already tell you were moving to hang up the phone. 

“Hermosa, wait, please.” 

On the other side of the phone, you were stood in the entryway of your apartment where the phone lived, fighting with your brain telling you to hang up and your heart telling you that you couldn’t spend another day without him. 

“I’m still here.” You whispered softly. 

“I want to see you.” 

You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, silently wishing that this was easier. You cared about him, cared about making him feel good in the dark hours when no-one else could, but you also cared about the fact that he really did make you feel like shit when he got up and dressed himself and left without a word. 

“I’m going to bed in 30 minutes, so hurry.” 

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You weren’t quite sure how he’d managed it but in just under 20 minutes he was knocking on your door. You tried not to think about the speed limits he’d broken to get here in the time he had. 

You opened the door for him, expecting what always happened, for his lips to be on yours in seconds, back pressed up against the wall as his hands roamed underneath the loose-fitting top you were wearing. Instead, he walked in and straight past you. That was new. 

“You want a drink?” You asked, pointing to the bottle of whiskey and the glass that you usually always set out for him. 

“No, I’m okay thank you.” That was also new. 

He stood awkwardly in your space. He really only ever spent time in your bedroom and something about him stood in the living area seemed wrong. You walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“Bad day?” You asked. 

“The worst,” Was his reply, “It’s all bullshit, hermosa, I can’t do right for doing wrong, they’re always one step ahead of us.” 

You squeezed his shoulder in understanding, “What do you need?” 

He turned to look at you, the darkness usually present in his eyes was replaced by a soft wanting stare towards you, “I just want you, it’s all I ever want.” 

You took hold of his hand and led him towards your bedroom. You used soft hands to push his shoulders, sitting him down on the edge of the bed as you sank to your knees in front of him, his eyes never leaving you as you did. 

“Take off your shirt.” You commanded softly, watching as he dragged it up and over his head and discarded it to the floor before leaning back on his hands. 

He watched intently as you made light work of undoing his belt, dragging it through the belt loops to discard next to his shirt on the floor. 

“Lift your hips up.” You instructed once the button of his jeans had been dealt with. 

You dragged his jeans down his legs, fighting to get them off his feet, your eyes focusing on his semi-hard cock sitting right in your eyeline. 

“You need me to help you relax?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Please, querida.” He begged. 

You gently took his cock in your hand, using it to pump him to his full glory before dipping your head to him. You gently licked your tongue over the head, reveling in the sounds that fell from his mouth. Spurred on by his excitement, you took him fully into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling back short of choking on him to shower attention back to the weeping head of his cock. 

You continued like this for a moment, taking him as far into your mouth as you could, using your hand to pump the rest of his length and then using your tongue to taste the salty drops of precum at his head. 

“Hermosa,” He choked out, “Please, I need to be inside you.” 

You pulled your face back but kept your hand running slow movements up and down his cock, “Get on the bed and lie back.” You demanded, standing and shedding your clothes as he did as you asked. 

Once you were naked you crawled onto the bed, settling yourself above him as a grin formed on his face. He loved watching you ride him and you knew it. He watched with dark eyes as you reached a hand down between your legs, gathering the wetness weeping from your pussy, using your wet fingers to circle your clit. You dragged your fingers back down and inside of you, pumping two fingers into yourself, keeping your eyes on Javier’s before pulling them out and bringing them to his mouth. 

“Go on,” You urged, “I know you like to taste me.” 

As he sucked your fingers into his mouth and ran his tongue all over them to clean your slick off them, you shifted your hips above him and slowly sank down onto his cock, watching his face twist with the pleasure on your tight heat enveloping him. 

“Jesus Christ, querida, you feel incredible.” 

You smirked down at him, slowly lifting your hips a way off him before sinking back down, placing your hands on the headboard for leverage as you began fucking yourself on his cock. Javi’s hands flew to your hips, guiding you to move in exactly the way he liked, grinding into him as you sank back down onto him every time. You stayed like this for some time before Javi used his hands to still your hips. 

You grinned, knowing exactly what was coming. He was taking control. Keeping you above him, he brought his knees up, resting them against your backside to give him purchase before he started fucking himself up into you. The friction of his thrusts was incredible, the feeling of fullness was something you’d undeniably missed. 

“Oh my god, Javi.” You moaned, hands flying to your tits to grab and palm them, using your fingers to give attention to your nipples. 

“I’m not going to last much longer, hermosa, not when you put on a show like this.” 

“I want you to fill me up, Javi,” You moaned as he squeezed his fingers into your hips, not letting up on his pace, “Cum inside me please.” 

It was moments later that a string of expletives fell from his mouth as he did exactly as you’d asked, pumping his cum inside your pussy whilst his fingers left bruises on your hips. You slowly lifted your hips off him, looking down as his cum dripped from you before collapsing on the bed next to him. 

Once he’d caught his breath, he slowly stood from the bed and walked to the small bathroom at the end of your room. You could hear the tap running and then he was back with your warm washcloth, delicately cleaning you up before fishing his cigarettes from his jeans. 

This was usually the moment he’d throw his clothes back on and leave wordlessly, but he settled himself on the bed, lighting the cigarette between his lips. 

“Can I stay tonight?” He asked quietly.  

“You want to stay?” You replied, a tone of surprise in your voice, “Who are you and what have you done with the real Javier Peña?”  He let out a soft chuckle, “Hermosa, I’m sorry.” He placed a warm hand on your thigh for comfort, “I’m not good at this, I’ve never been good at this, and I’m sorry for how I treated you,” He sighed, taking a drag of his smoke, “I want to do right by you, I care about you, but I’m not quite sure how to do it.” 

You placed one of your hands on top of his and squeezed, “It’s okay, I’m not very good at this either,” You reassured, “But maybe we can figure it out together?” 

He turned and smiled at you, “I’d like that.” 

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[unclewaynemunson]

Prompt for steddie - A+ if it's angsty - but Steve trying to Conceal Don't Feel TM his crush on Eddie by going on dates and Eddie letting out a "hope she's everything you're looking for :))" at some point

Also good luck with your thesis Anna!!

Oooh I love this, thank you so much!!! Here you go, I hope it's angsty enough for you ;P

'How was your date last night?'

Steve was at the trailer with Eddie, having a smoke on the front porch, their knees lightly touching each other as they were sitting side by side on the dirty old couch.

'It was great,' Steve lied.

'Did you get any?'

'Yeah, it was fucking amazing.' Another lie – well, not entirely. He had slept with Rachel. But she had looked distracted and he hadn't been able to stop thinking about big brown eyes or long dark curls or ring-clad fingers while he should've been looking at her.

'Nice,' said Eddie, but there was an odd look in his eyes.

'You know, I really think it's going somewhere with her,' Steve blurted out in an attempt to drive the weird tension that was suddenly hanging between them away.

Eddie raised an eyebrow as he took another drag from his cigarette. 'Really?'

'Mhm. You know she's exactly my type, right?'

Eddie just rolled his eyes. 'I hope she's everything you're looking for, then,' he said. The way he made it sound just slightly biting made Steve's skin crawl.

'Yes, she is!' he said, a little too loud. 'You know what? She's exactly everything I'm looking for, she ticks all those goddamn boxes! She's, like, super hot, with her blue eyes and her long blonde hair and fucking perfect boobies! And she's freaking hilarious, one of the funniest girls I ever met. And we like the same music, she loves basketball, and it – it's fucking terrifying, Eddie. It's freaking me out.'

'What was that?'

Those dark eyes piercing into his own made him completely forget what exactly he was saying. 'It's all wrong, Eddie,' he said, unable to keep the despair from his voice. 'Because she's perfect for me, and I should've been head over heels for her after the first date, but I – I – ' He couldn't tell him. He couldn't say it.

But Eddie was still looking at him like that and he couldn't really think properly anymore.

'Steve.' He felt Eddie's hand cover his own. 'No need to freak out, man. Just keep breathing, alright? You can talk to me. What's going on?'

'I think I'm broken,' he admitted, quietly.

'What?'

He couldn't stand having those eyes on him for even one more second, so he glanced away, bowing his head to stare at the wood underneath his sneakers. Eddie's hand was still touching his, warm and gentle and driving him crazy in a way that nothing about Rachel had driven him crazy the night before.

'I'm thinking about the wrong person,' he tried to explain, unable to keep the frustration from his trembling voice. 'I've been on dozens of dates to get him out of my mind, but nothing seems to be working. And now there's this fucking perfect girl, and if even someone like her can’t get you out of my mind, then probably no one can, and – it doesn't make sense! You fucking broke me, and I can't even have you.'

'Steve?'

Eddie's hand finally left his, and Steve kept staring at his sneakers intently, knowing all too well what it meant that Eddie let go of him so quickly, knowing that Eddie would for sure be disgusted by him.

But then, he felt Eddie's fingers gently touching his chin, lifting his head up to make their eyes meet again.

'Steve – you – you were thinking of me while you were dating all those girls?' His voice was barely more than a whisper.

'I am so sorry, I know I shouldn't have told you, and I didn't – '

'Jesus, Stevie. Do you have any idea how fucking jealous I've been of those girls, hearing all your gross date stories? And all this time, you were into me?'

'Wait – hold on – jealous – huh – what?!' He couldn't even produce a complete sentence anymore.

Eddie chuckled softly at his stammered words. 'What on earth made you think that you can't have me?'

He was too embarrassed to keep looking at Eddie. 'Well, you're... you. You're this cool metal nerd person. We don't share any interests like me and Rachel do, I'm just some lame ex-jock who peaked in high school and works at some stupid video store, while you are this perfect, amazing, fascinating – '

'Okay, shit, there's a lot to unpack there,' Eddie interrupted him, 'and we'll do that at some point, but right now, I need you to shut up, Stevie. Can you do that?'

Steve could only nod as Eddie moved closer towards him. And when their lips finally touched each other, the taste of smoke on his tongue and Eddie's hands in his hair and on his back, Steve immediately knew that he never wanted to go on any date with any girl ever again. He had found everything he was looking for, right here on this dirty old couch in Forest Hills.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #idiots to lovers is how i like them best okay #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Dirty Little Secret

Part two.

Summary; Y/n and Eddie are both dealing with the fallout of the end of their FWB relationship, y/n attempts to move on...

Hope however is on the horizon for y/n and Eddie.

Warnings; Angst to Fluff

Part one

Trying to slowly ease myself back into writing some angsty stories again. ❤🙂

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

This was the worst she had ever felt, the heartbreak was constant and the ache in her chest was hurting so badly.

For the first two days, all she did was cried her eyes out. She could barely talk to anyone and didn't even go to school.

Slowly she picked herself up and with the help of Robin and Nancy went to school and tried to avoid Eddie as best as she could.

It was hard though everywhere she looked, he was there and seeing him was making her feel even worse.

Soon a month had passed and she had been on a date with Adam, one of Jason's friends. Chrissy assumed she was down because she was feeling like the third wheel and wanted to be in a relationship too.

It couldn't be further from the truth, all she wanted was Eddie but he didn't love her.

Adam was sweet but too much like Jason at times. She couldn't even bring herself to kiss him without thinking of Eddie and it wasn't fair on Adam.

She tried to let him down gently but he took it the wrong way and spent a full five minutes berating her.

"What do you just use guys? I see the way you look at that freak Munson? Is that your type? Didn't give you a second glance so you came running to me?".

She glares at him.

"Fuck you, we are done". He sneers at her and he calls her names that make her burst into tears and she stalks away from him.

Chrissy follows her but not before glaring daggers at Adam.

As she rushes into the girl's bathroom she lets all of the tears fall, trying to move on from Eddie didn't work. She misses him so much.

"Sweetie, look at me. Hey, what happened?". Chrissy asks.

Through sobs, she explains everything. She talks about her and Eddie, how Chrissy was his dream girl, that she told Eddie she loved him and he didn't feel the same. How she didn't want to be with Adam, missing Eddie all of it.

It all comes out and Chrissy holds her, soothing her tears away while growing more and more pissed off at Eddie.

"I'm so sorry that you are going through this sweetheart, I promise things will get better, I promise you".

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Eddie feels like a wreck. He didn't realise how hard things without y/n would be, how much he fell for her.

He feels like an idiot, he knew he cared about her but he should have realised he loved her without having to lose her first.

Chrissy was just a crush, he's over her now and has been for a while, he wishes he had said that. Fought harder for y/n.

How could he get her back? She wasn't answering his calls. Wouldn't come near him, he was feeling like shit.

Then she started dating that asshole Adam and he was even more determined to show her that he loved her, that he was serious and would never ever hurt her again.

He hated seeing her with Adam, the first time he saw her with him, he felt heartbreak all over again.

The only fortunate thing is it barely lasted a week as he found out today when he came across Adam and y/n arguing.

The minute Adam made her cry and rush off is when he lost it and punched the asshole. Yeah, he shouldn't have and he would have detention for a week, violence was never his answer but the prick deserved it.

Nancy and Robin were also being super protective of y/n as well as Chrissy and he couldn't even go to check on her to see what Adam said.

When he saw Chrissy walk up to him fuming a few minutes later he knew he was in deep shit. She slaps him hard across the face.

"What the fuck? Do you know y/n is heartbroken over you Eddie Munson! I am not your dream girl. You're a nice guy but I love Jason, I also love my best friend and the fact you've hurt her makes me want to kick you in the ball right now".

He cringes and she glares at him, he finally gets the courage to talk.

"I love her Chrissy, I made a huge fucking mistake and I need to fix it". She softens a bit and sighs.

"Come with me, I'll take you to her and you better not mess this up I mean it". Grateful he follows her.

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Chrissy comes in closely followed by Eddie who has tears in his eyes when he looks at her.

"I'll leave you two to it". Chrissy kisses her cheek and glowers at Eddie.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry princess". He tells her and she works to keep her voice steady.

"Eddie, I know that I was just sex to you that Chrissy... He cuts in.

"I've been over Chrissy for a while now, she isn't who I want and you weren't just sex to me y/n. I'm so sorry I didn't realise how much you truly meant to me but I do now, I love you, sweetheart, seeing you with Adam fucking broke my heart, losing you was even worse".

Tears fall down her cheeks and she cuddles into his arms.

"I'm going to make it up to you sweetheart, I'm gonna take you on a proper date, will be totally metal princess, show off my beautiful girl to all my friends, if you give me another chance I will never fuck it up again".

She sees the sincerity in his eyes and kisses him gently.

"Yes, I'll give you one more chance Eddie but no fuck ups I mean it, don't make me regret this. I love you so much and I want to be with you". He strokes her cheek.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I'll be loving you until we're old and grey". Butterflies fill her stomach and Eddie kisses her again, she doesn't feel hesitant this time and kisses him back ready for a lifetime of his love.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

[decadentpaperduck]

I don't have anything super specific in mind (I'm so sorry I realize that's not very helpful) but maybe something mostly fluffy with just a little bit of angst for Eddie? Like maybe they broke up a while ago and (this is an Eddie Survives kind of universe) they're able to reunite/check on each other in the aftermath of the "earthquake" in Hawkins? Or something else! I just love your writing. <3

Thank you for your request angel! No matter how vague, I welcome it. Here it is! Eddie surviving and reuniting with his ex in an unfortunate set of circumstances!! 1.3k of mentions of blood, fluff and a bit of angsty regret <3

The earth beneath you vibrates and it’s loud. It would have been loud enough to wake you had you not already been awake, plagued by the rumours that your gentle, sweet ex-boyfriend, Eddie, had been accused of murder.

Murders. Plural.

You scramble out of bed in a panic, unsteady on your feet as the floor continues to move, to look out of the window. The sky is unusually red, illuminating the ground below and the cracks that have driven through it. You’re clinging onto the window frame with fear and confusion. You would pinch yourself if you could only bring yourself to move.

You call out for your parents. The scream brings them to you in an equal panic. They had heard it all too, felt it. They wrap your arms around you as your close your eyes and cry with fear. It feels like forever passes before the sound stops. Before the earth stops shaking.

But it doesn’t take long for reporters to be on scene and home television sets to flood with the scenes of the devastation across Hawkins. Tired families, including your own, gather around the screen with baited breath. The news tallies up the number of bodies on air and your heart sinks. Your mother is crying and you barely hear the mention of his name amongst the disaster. Eddie Munson.

He has gone missing but of course, everyone thinks he’s the one responsible. Your head hurts. Your heart hurts.

You push yourself up from the couch and run to the phone, your legs carrying you without thought, and dial his number. The dull dial tone sounds for some time before you hang up the receiver.

You hadn’t called Eddie in years. Even if he had answered, what would you have said in a situation like this over the phone?

Before you know it, your parents have gone back to bed, overwrought with exhaustion and you’re running through the dawn as it breaks. Towards Hawkins High School and beyond, to the clearing in the trees, with the picnic benches.

By some ridiculous miracle, there he sits. On a picnic bench in his high school grounds. Your eyes fill with tears. “Hey.” Your voice shakes. You’re unsteady and you’re scared. He looks rougher around the edges than he used to. You wonder if that’s a recent thing or a result of the earthquake. He looks like he might have been injured. He looks up at you, eyes drawn with fear.

But when he sees you, the fear disappears. “Hi.” He smiles and you wonder how, in the face of everything, he could bless you with such a sight. You attempt a tentative smile back as the emotion ripping through you says more than your words ever can.

Words sit at the tip of your tongue. You look at him and all the years apart fall away. “If I didn’t know you better, I would think you missed me with that look on your face.” He mumbles a little, not as confident in himself as he once was, despite what he has endured.

“Eddie.” It’s a whisper he barely catches, but a small twitch in his facial expression gives him away. “What’s going on?” You walk towards him slowly, the gap between you too big.

“I wish I could explain.”

“They say you killed people.” The words barely make it out of your mouth. So unnatural in their own regard, never mind attached to the puppy eyed Eddie who sits before you. His face looks as through he’s been in a fight. A pang of hurt reverberates through your cold body, like a strum of one of Eddie’s guitars.

“They do say that.” He looks down at the decaying bench. “Do you…believe them?” You sit down on the other side of the bench and hold his hands.

“Would I be here if I did?” He relaxes and watches as you run your thumbs over his rings, like you used to when you were an item.

“Do any of them have a particular meaning?” You cocked your head as you looked at them with curiosity. He chuckled.

“They’re just rings, Princess.” He was almost mocking you, but not entirely.

“That doesn’t mean they don’t have meaning.” You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out. “My necklace.” You put a hand on it. “You got it for me and I will never stop wearing it. It’s meaning is that I love you.”

“I think it means that I love you.” He corrected affectionately.

“Sure, sure.” You dismissed. “But I wear it because of the love it symbolises. And I just wondered if this lovely skull was in memoriam of your ability to lighten up.” You rolled your eyes and he caught your lips with a kiss.

“Well there is one.” He kissed your cheek, then your brow. “This one.” He showed you the one with the cross and four skulls. “It’s nothing visually to do with anything in my life, but, I bought it the day I asked you on a date.” He bit his lip, you could tell he felt embarrassed. One hand still clinging to his, you took your free hand and cupped his face. “I told myself I could get it if I grew a pair and actually asked you out.” He leant into your hand.

“And you did.”

“And I did.” He turned and kissed the inside of your palm and you sighed happily before returning it to hold his hand once more.

“They think Hellfire is a satanic cult.” You roll your eyes at what he says. People could never just leave him alone.

“The day this town gets it’s head out of the past is the day nerds can walk freely among us.” You almost growl and he snickers. You clamp your lips shut, afraid to laugh.

“I don’t know that you’ll believe me.” He’s thinking as he takes control of the hand-holding. Your hands in his, where they belong, sat atop the ring he bought, the day he asked you out. “But please know it’s not like I’m high or-”

“Eddie. I don’t think that. But it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“Well, when you hear this it might.” His eyes are locked on yours.

“Are you hurt?” Your awareness of his slow movements and rugged appearance catching up with you. He shakes his head and laughs a little.

“I’m alive. That’s what counts.” He swallows. “Why did you come find me?” He frowns. “I knew it couldn’t be true.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

“Well, there’s certainly stuff you need to know. Hawkins isn’t safe. And it’s nothing to do with my cult.” You giggle. “But I may have to leave. I cant stay.” He squeezes your hands. “I know this is totally the wrong time.” You feel it. “But did you ever think…do you think…”

“All the time.”

“Are you coming to my graduation?” You asked, taking a sip from a bottle Eddie had handed to you. He shook his head. “What?” You recoiled slightly, with a laugh, thinking it was some shitty joke.

“I think…I think we should break up.”

“What?!” You repeated yourself.

“I’m not graduating. We know that.”

“Yeah but you coul-”

“I think it’s the perfect time to put the nail in the coffin. You’re going places, that’s obvious.” He gestured to you in a way that was meant to compliment you but you couldn’t help but overlook that with the knowledge he was ending things for such a superficial reason. “I’m not. Guarantee as much as I try, I’ll fail and fail again. I am destined to fail. We are destined to fail.”

“I thought of you all the time.” You confess. “You said I was going places but suddenly I didn’t want to.”

“Goddamn it. Why did I try and be a hero?” He rolls his eyes and starts laughing before he winces and clutches at his side.

“What! What happened, Eddie?”

“Funnily enough, I tried to be a hero.”

“God Eddie, do you never learn?” You smile and pull him towards you by the lapels of his leather jacket. “So where are we running to?” You whisper against his lips.

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Feels Like I’m Becoming a Part of Your Past - James Wilson Imagine (House MD)

Title: Feels Like I’m Becoming a Part of Your Past

Pairing: James Wilson X Reader

Based On: Bye Bye Baby

Word Count: 680 words

Warning(s): mentions of divorce and infidelity.

Summary: Maybe James should accept that he’s the reason so many of his relationships have failed… or not. Pushing away blame is much easier.

Author's Note: Short and angsty. Just how I like it.

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I was convinced that I would never find myself in a divorce. It took me such a long time to love and trust people that I thought that the person I chose to let in would be the real deal.

I was convinced that James was the right person.

How could someone that was so careful be careless when loving someone?

I was shocked at how long my brain could go without acknowledging I was in pain.

It didn't set in when we were yelling at each other.

It didn't set in when we signed the divorce papers.

None of it hit me while I was going through the process. It made me feel cold and heartless. I had resorted to being exactly what he had claimed that I was.

It wasn't until the first night completely alone that it all set in. No more meetings or need to contact him. The first night in my apartment with nothing to do other than face my thoughts.

I had failed. My relationship had crumbled in front of me, and I failed to stop it.

I spent the first night on my couch. Most of it had been me avoiding the empty side of a bed. The smaller the space, the less there was to miss. It didn't make sense to me then, and it doesn't make sense to me now.

The next morning, I woke up to someone knocking on my door.

I had this deep sense of dread in my stomach.

I only wish that I had listened to it at the time.

I pulled the door open to see James on the other side of the door.

"Did I not sign in the right place," I asked, hoping this was just about the papers and not something more ridiculous.

"I wanted to talk," he replied.

"We did that," I said. "Kinda how we ended up choosing to get divorced."

"We have more to talk about."

"No, we don't. I don't have anything to say, and I've listened to every excuse you could come up with."

James sighed, "Please."

"No."

"This is why we ended," he pointed at me. "You could never communicate."

"What?"

"You just shut down. Something doesn't go your way and you throw up all of these walls. I got tired of trying to break through them."

There was a moment of silence where neither one of us spoke.

"You are so much dumber than I originally thought," I finally said.

"What," he asked.

"James, we split up because you fucked someone else," I replied. "My communication skills were not the problem."

James didn't reply. Not to deny it or to make some half-assed attempt to explain himself.

"I know it's easier for you to blame someone else, but you didn't accidentally fall into someone's vagina."

He looked down.

I was right. I was starting to accept that. I was not the reason my relationship failed. I couldn't have stopped what he did. I had no control over that. He did. He had every chance to stay committed to me and he didn't That's not my fault.

He forgot about everything I had ever done for him. Every chance I took in trusting him. It was not my fault that he didn't see that until it was too late. I shouldn't have had to teach him.

"Is there anything else I can help you with," I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He just looked back up and rolled his eyes. "Then leave. I am not talking about this anymore. I did my talking before signing the divorce papers."

I closed the door in his face.

As I stepped away, I heard another knock. I didn't open it.

"I'm sorry," I heard him call through the door. "I'm sorry for everything."

I didn't respond to him. He didn't deserve that.

This wasn't a movie where he could say all the right things and I would go back to him. That's not how this was going to work. He knew that.

I just wish he would accept it.

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mind if i brainrot about rin/isarin in your anon asks? sorry, i know of zero other isarin shippers on tumblr 😭 personally, one of the reasons isarin has such a tight grip on me is because of rin himself. i was thinking abt this for a while but now ive got a bigger urge to talk about it cuz of something that the author aparently said about his depiction of his character. his edginess is sorta how he represents rin's apparent attempt at "having to become an adult" which i thought was interesting. the author also said he thinks his desire to grow up is why rin intentionally complicates his relationship with sae. to me, it reads as though rin associates maturity with broody angst. reminds me of a lot of the "friends are stupid, everything sucks" type of faux maturity where ppl think them closing themselves off to healthy emotional support is them being logical. the fact that he's younger than isagi makes a lot of his underlying naivete matter a lot to me and my feelings towards this ship. ig i use isarin as a way to develop rin opening up to love and affection again, and realising that growing up is so much more than just being angsty 24/7 idk if this makes any sense tho. i could just be being dumb lmaoo

I will take any and all opportunities to talk about Isagirin, and yes, there are very few of us, so ask away as many times as you want :D

I'm not surprised Kaneshiro-sensei said that -- referring to his edginess specifically -- about Rin, because he and Nomura-sensei did a really good job showing it in the manga! The sweet, sweet angst of growing up in shonen manga; Rin being all broody about it is so typical teenager but also depicted so well.

The edginess and 'friends are stupid, everything sucks' mentality is a side effect, imo, of being so attached, and then badly hurt by Sae. I would say that it's a bit of a self-defense mechanism too, because if his own brother, whom he adored so much, and he's sure loves him back too, could hurt him this badly, then it's a bit of a no brainer for someone who's not even family, to hurt him too. I'm pretty sure Rin hesitates to let himself get emotionally attached to anyone at this point, and I'm also pretty sure he's not fully aware of this part of his psyche yet.

On growing up and how Rin intentionally complicates his relationship with Sae: I think yes and no, on this. The simple part - they're brothers, and they always will be. Neither of them can erase that even if they wanted to.

On the complicated part - sibling relationships can be very complex, and just because at the end of the day they can interact properly with each other in a civil manner doesn't mean that there hasn't been real damage done in a relationship, and to a person's psyche. Even the dumbest things done without real intention of hurt can cause lasting psychological effects, whether or not the person knows it for themselves.

Kaneshiro-sensei views Rin as intentionally complicating his relationship with Sae. I don't. But YMMV with this: this POV is personal, and there's a ton of cultural aspects to consider which I am definitely not in a position to talk about.

Sae was cruel to Rin in the flashback when they had their 1v1 after Sae came back from Madrid, and Rin never gets the chance to address that issue because he never gets to communicate properly about it with Sae. There's probably a camp out there who says Rin should just get over it, that Sae said it in the heat of the moment, but I'm not part of that camp. I don't believe in sweeping stuff like that under the rug. It's not fair to the person who was hurt. It's also, well, a common tactic in abusive relationships to trivialize the victim's feelings, which sits even less right with me.

We know Sae better because we get an omniscient POV as readers, but from Rin's perspective, Sae stonewalls Rin and never tries to explain or elaborate. While I do agree that trying to talk in the middle of a football match isn't the best place for it, it still doesn't change the fact that they wouldn't be in this situation at all if it weren't for Sae (and also for the sake of compelling plot drama). Sae definitely owes Rin an apology imo, though given what you've just told me about Kaneshiro-sensei's view on Rin intentionally complicating their relationship, I really doubt he's ever going to have that happen in the manga, so :/

And yes!! Rin being younger than Isagi was something that I had suspected back when they were doing the first 3v3 matchup, from just reading the way he spoke. It was confirmed later, I think, in the yoga scene, then the character guides. And yeah, one of Rin's bigger flaws is definitely his lack of close relationships. It severely limits his ability to empathize with other people, and can become a horrible feedback loop in and of itself. Yet, like I said in my meta, if Kaneshiro-sensei wants to develop him into a healthier, more well-rounded character, that's what Rin needs to do -- develop relationships with the rest of the Blue Lock boys as equals, and become actual friends.

I get you!!!! That's what I want for Rin in the Isarin ship too. Just Rin opening up to love and affection again from Isagi, and growing up and realising that he needs friends the other Blue Lock boys that he can count on too. Let's be dumb about fantasizing Isarin with a loving and affectionate Rin together!!!

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[esta-elavaris]

Some (non-angsty) thoughts re: my being estranged from my shitty mother for almost 11 years now --

So at least once per year lately (more this last couple of years, but before that I had a good few years where I heard literally nothing) she tries to reach out in some way or another, and it's always very dumb. Like, once she accidentally liked a very old IG photo of mine (before I privated my page) so I blocked her. Another time she commented on a photo, praising my appearance. Blocked. She makes new accounts to do it every time.

Earlier this year her brother tried to follow me accidentally, blocked him. Her brother's wife tried to friend me on FB a while ago - blocked, again. That's all I do, ignore and block, because anything else feeds into it.

But it does make me laugh that, eleven years on, there's never been a single apology for everything (or anything) she did to me. And she's idiotic enough to think I'll get less angry over time, but the thing is, at the time I was so convinced I was way more grown up than I was. The older I get, the more I realise how utterly fucked up it was of her to do that to me, and that I really was just a fucking kid??? It's funny too, because the comment of "beautiful 💖" on one of my selfies on IG came while she was actively playing a role in making me homeless. She's genuinely not clever enough to be doing that to stick the knife in, it wouldn't even occur to her that the timing was dodgy. Fuck knows where I get my brain from.

She used to stalk my WordPress blog, where my private email address was listed, and she never used that to once try to send an apology.

The last attempt at communication was when someone my brother and I grew up with passed away just before summer, and she tried to use informing me of that death (I'd already learned of it via his sister, who I'm still in touch with) within twelve hours of the family making the announcement, as a way to get back in contact with me again, on my public writer page on FB.

And like, I know she'll never be sorry, I do not need an apology from her, nor do I desire one. But there's something to be said for the sheer balls it takes to plod on through these desperate attempts without even trying to offer an empty one - y'know, the sort where it's like "I'm sorry you feel that way but YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS GOING THROUGH---"

Like for your whole personality to revolve around how neither of your kids want fuck all to do with you, and how desperate you are to mend fences (will never happen, I will throw a party when she kicks the bucket), while still having it absolutely never occurring to you to even try to apologise, or try to explain. The last message (I didn't open it, I never do, but I saw the preview) even began with "I know you don't want to hear from me..." like a) manipulation/guilt trip b) showing a flagrant awareness of "yep, I know that - but ANYWAY HERE I AM".

Absolute waste of oxygen, man. Like I'm not even bitter or upset by it, I'm just sort of? Exasperatedly amused at the sheer audacity? It only ever confirms that I was right to cut ties the fucking second I could, honestly.

You'd think that both of your kids cutting you out of their lives, at separate times, and one doing so the SECOND she turned sixteen, would be a hint that like? The calls are coming from inside the house. Narcissism is a hell of a drug.

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EDIT: Tumblr cut this chapter off halfway through. Everything looked fine until I posted. I fixed it, I think.

Chapter five. Once again Janus is an amazing friend. The boys have another chat.

Summary: Remus walks in and spots Virgil sidled up close to his brother. He sees the two whispering to each other and his blood boils. He then tells at Virgil who tries to explain the situation. Remus won't allow him to and makes some mean comments, just to hurt Virgil. It works and Virgil leaves. Remus then learns the truth and must work to fix his mistake and save his friendship and any chance with Virgil.

Pairing: Dukexiety, Remy, Janus and Roman are V's friends, Remus and Roman are brothers

College au

Word count: 1997 in total

Warnings: cursing (quite a bit), angsty (because that's the mood), self deprecating Remus, Remus is a very sad boy, Virgil is anxious and overthinks (but he's also stubborn), lemme know if there's anything else

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The next few weeks proceed in a similar fashion. Remus is further accepted into Virgil's group and the two once again grow incredibly close. Janus and Roman become friends and occasionally abandon the others in order to go off on some dramatic, usually expensive, errand or adventure.

Slowly Virgil realizes that he's not scared anymore. There's of course the small anxious thought that he could get hurt again, but for the most part, he trusts Remus. He sighs dramatically one night as they're leaving the twins' apartment. Janus glances at him knowingly, "you're over it, huh?" Virgil groans but nods. Janus laughs and Virgil scowls at him. "I don't want to get hurt again, but I don't see him as someone who'll hurt me. After everything, I trust him. Isn't that naive?" Janus notes the sincerity in his friend's question and pauses. He knows that whatever he says here will hold weight. He sighs, "you're not naive. You know Remus, better than probably anyone but Roman. If you feel like he won't hurt you again then you're probably right." He hurries on before Virgil can interrupt with his anxious thoughts, "I know you never thought he'd hurt you before, but now you have that extra information and still trust him. If you want to forgive him and see where this goes, I'm with you. If you want to pretend you never had this revelation and go on pretending that you still don't trust him," he shrugs, "I'm with you there too. This is up to you Virgil. Whatever you think is the best course of action." Virgil stares dumbfounded for a moment before nodding, "thanks Jan." They both know he doesn't need to say more.

The next time they all hang out at the apartment Virgil leads Remus to his room. Roman watches them go curiously. He then turns his questioning gaze to Janus who just smiles, "can't say, sorry." Roman sighs but nods, smiling. The two had quickly come to an agreement to share whatever information they could on their respective part of this issue. Roman should be concerned by the lack of information, but he trusts that Janus would at least tell him if he needed to be prepared for Remus getting hurt. So instead they settle in and pick something to watch while the others talk. Remus gulps as he follows Virgil. He's less careful than he was in the beginning, but he's always scared he's gonna go too far. He's terrified that might be what this is about. Did he do something to push Virgil away again? Is he gonna say he can't stand to be around him anymore? Virgil grabs his wrist and leads him to the bed. They sit and Remus just stares at him, committing every freckle to memory, just in case. Virgil sighs, "your mind's running away with you again." It's a gentle reminder and Remus is so glad for it. He sighs and attempts to calm his thoughts. Virgil wanted to talk, that doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad thing. He nods once he's calmer and Virgil smiles, "nothing bad Puppy. I promise." Remus almost misses the term of endearment in his bid to calm down. Then his heart pounds for an entirely different reason. He stares at Virgil who just smiles softly, "I forgive you Re, truly and wholly." Remus swallows thickly and cocks his head, "yeah?" Virgil nods, "yeah." Remus twitches, but holds back, "can I- can I hug you?" Virgil pulls him in for a hug and they fall on the bed. They stay like that for a long while just talking things through. It's an hour later that Roman comes in to check on them, excusing himself by telling Janus that he wants to make sure they're both still alive. "Remus is never quiet for this long," he informs as he opens the door. He gasps as he glances inside and motions Janus over. They look in and see the duo cuddled up on Remus' bed. Janus can make out the red rimmed proof that they'd both been crying before falling asleep. Remus is the one to wake at their disturbance.

He opens one eye and holds Virgil tighter. Roman simply smiles at his twin and drags Janus back to the living room. A while later the duo wander out into the living room. Janus is itching to tease them, but he knows Virgil will likely clam up if he does so right now. Instead he simply smiles. Virgil plops onto the couch as Remus stumbles into the kitchen. He wanders back out with a bowl of chips. He sits and pulls Virgil into his side and the two share the snack. It's a few minutes before they seem to fully wake. Virgil looks around and meets Janus' gaze with a blush. His friend just smiles at him, but he knows they'll talk about it later. For now he simply snuggles deeper into Remus' side and watches the movie they'd picked. Near the end of their movie it begins to storm aggressively. Virgil stands as the thunder gets worse and grabs a charger from his bag. He plugs his phone in, then reaches into Remus' bag and grabs his phone as well. Janus smirks at the action, while it seems to be second nature to the emo. Remus notices the look and shrugs. He'd never really had secrets from Virgil, so him grabbing his phone has never been an issue. It's obvious how inherently they trust each other. Virgil then holds his hands out to the others, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not really looking forward to a dead phone if the power goes out." Roman shrugs and hands his phone over. Janus smirks at his friend and throws him his device. Virgil catches it with a scowl, before digging for another charger cord. Once all four phones are settled he leans back into Remus' side. They decide to study for a bit, only slightly distracted by goofing off. Roman is the first to get bored and go back to browsing movies. Janus glances up, having expected Remus to be the one with the least patience and control. Instead he spots the duo sitting and working on the same assignment. Virgil sits in Remus' lap and is showing him what he'd done incorrectly. Remus seems to be listening intently. Janus wonders if he actually needs help or just wants Virgil's attention. So he decides to give up on his own work and ask Roman. He shakes his head, "nah, he actually needs the help. Virgil would kick his ass if he decided to play dumb for attention." They laugh at this and continue to chat. The power does go out suddenly and Virgil grabs his phone for a flashlight, "should've grabbed some lights earlier but I didn't think of it." He and Remus then venture off to collect lights and candles. They start the living room up in a soft glow and sit in conversation. 

A few hours pass before Janus speaks up, "doesn't sound like it's going to give up anytime soon. You guys don't mind if we stay right?" He ends up laughing at the end of his question, looking over at Virgil. The smaller man is curled up like a cat, fast asleep on Remus' lap. Roman chuckles, "not a problem. No way you can go out in that. Remus can move Virgil and we can set the couch up for you." Janus nods his thanks. He expects to see Remus wake his companion and coax him to his room. He wonders if Remus will still sleep in Roman's room now that they are, whatever they are. Instead Remus picks Virgil up, barely disturbing him, and carries him off to his room. He comes back a moment later and helps get the house settled. He then wanders off towards his room. He bids the others goodnight and shuts his door. Janus smiles at the display and snuggles into the blankets provided.

He and Roman stay up for a while longer, just chatting. Roman falls asleep in the recliner, mid conversation, and Janus covers him with one of the blankets. The next morning he wakes and groans. The storm has not lessened at all it seems. He checks his phone and is glad to see that classes are canceled. His teachers explain that the main building is without power. He hears Virgil's alarm and sees the man amble from Remus' room, wrapped in a blanket to stay warm. As he's heading back from the bathroom Janus gets his attention, "no class today. They emailed." Virgil smiles and nods his thanks, shambling back to bed. He knew Virgil hadn't checked his phone yet, not being awake enough to think of it. He dozes back off and is awakened a few hours later by Roman's alarm. He grumbles and sits up, scowling at the offending phone. Roman growls and rolls over to pick up his device. He sneers at the screen and drops it on his chest. Janus then watches as he snoozes three more alarms. By the fourth alarm he's ready to throw something at the other. He checks his email once more, ensuring that nothing has changed for their later classes, and glares at Roman as he finally shifts. He sits up and blearily glances at Janus, who has to hide his snicker. He's never seen Roman disheveled. He is not willing to admit that he finds it adorable. A few moments later Remus strolls from his room, scowling tiredly, but much more awake than Roman. "Cold as a witch's tit," he exclaims, rushing to the bathroom. He strolls back out just as Virgil is leaving his room, still wrapped in a blanket. Remus snuggles up to the blanket clad man and shivers. Virgil smiles sleepily up at him. Remus then glances over to Roman, who seems to still be coming to terms with consciousness, "no class today Ro. Power's out all over." Roman blinks up at him for a moment before nodding slowly. Virgil plops himself down next to Janus. Remus wanders into the kitchen and rummages around, "we can still cook. Should probably cook some of the stuff we got so it doesn't go bad. I'm making coffee." He walks out with two mugs, handing one to Janus and the other to Virgil. He then scoops the slight man up and settles him on his lap. Virgil snuggles down and sighs into his drink. Roman eventually wakes enough to lumber into the kitchen and make himself a cup of coffee. He then turns to the others, "I heard no class today right?" Janus nods. "Cool," he then settles into his chair. It's quickly decided that it is far too cold and they collect all the blankets they can. Remus wanders into the kitchen. When he doesn't return after a few minutes Virgil follows after, concerned for his plans. They sort through the foods they have available and decide to make a soup. Once it's boiling they return to the living room. Janus and Roman have made a blanket nest on the floor and are cuddled close together. Remus walks into his room for a moment. When he comes back out he sees Virgil cuddled up against Janus and pouts. Janus raises a brow at him, a challenge. Is he going to take this the wrong way? He then smirks when the man simply sits behind Virgil and wraps them both in a blanket. Janus smirks, "looks like I'll be leeching your heat Roman." This causes the other to splutter for a moment before agreeing. They sit on the floor cuddled together for the majority of the day. Remus stands to check his soup occasionally, but quickly shoves himself back against Virgil. He'd discovered years ago that the smaller man is a furnace. He doesn't seem to retain the heat, getting cold easily, but he expels heat wonderfully.

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Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

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💿💿💿 for Roanan, Ni'kasi and D'leah 👀

[ Send 💿 + a muse name and I'll list the songs I associate with that character!] --feel free to send more, you can even send for the same characters if you want. I am not joking when I say I have plenty of songs to choose from for all of them LMAO

Thank you for the asks, Pinky! ❤️ picking out the good ones, as usual 👀 So, in order! Warning up here for explicit language so don’t click past the cut if you don’t like that (tho I swear a lot so honestly y’all should be used to F bombs in songs and otherwise by now XD) Also, polite reminder that my ficverse is canon divergent so it doesn’t 100% follow in-game canon regarding the Empire’s backstory etc. No clowning, I will not be responding to “ThAT’s NoT CaNoN” posts 😘

Roan

My Way (Frank Sinatra Cover) - Chase Holfelder

Yes there were times, I’m sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all when there was doubt, I ate it up, and spit it out! I faced it all, and I stood tall, and did it my way!

Yes, this version specifically, because the way the switch to minor key makes it both more heartfelt and yet sinister at the same time is just Roan’s entire aesthetic, as well as the lyrics all fitting his character arc very well~ 😃 Lawful Evil dad who saw how destructive the Emperor’s nonsense was becoming and did the best he could to help Vano, Ni’kasi and Vowrawn correct the mistakes right till the end, even if it cost him everything.

Ni’kasi

Judith [Explicit] - A Perfect Circle

Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your saviour has abandoned you... FUCK YOUR “GOD”! Your Lord, and your Christ, HE DID THIS! Took all you had and left you this way! Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit, You never thought to question “why”.

With the “God” in question here referencing Tenebrae/Vitiate/Valkorion, The Emperor, of course 👀 Now we all know by now, Ni’kasi knows he’s full of shit, she knows exactly who he is, what he did, and that he’s neither a good ruler for the Empire nor the rightful one. Yes, it’s been over 100 years since Vitiate’s hostile takeover but like her mama, Kas holds grudges and she’s not about to take his nonsense lying down. She tamps it down for a long while but safe to say eventually She. Goes. OFF. 👏🤣 and the minute the opportunity comes along to branch out alongside Vano and Lana and break away from the crappy laws and slavery in the Empire and create somewhere better that people can flee to, she’s outta there.

D’leah

Daniel In The Den - Bastille

And you thought the lions were bad Well, they tried to kill my brothers And for every king that died, Oh they would crown another... And it’s harder than you think, telling dreams from one another. Felled in the night, by the ones you think you loved. They will come for you!

Or more accurately, did in fact, kill one brother. And your parents. And your huband. And yea... I don’t think it’s possible for me to talk about D’leah and not get a little bit angsty, I’m sorry. 😔 Anyway, Tenebrae/Vitiate/whatever you wanna call him definitely took the Ahaszaai by surprise, both she and Kissai had “funny feelings” about him but they really didn’t clock how big a threat he was until it was too late, and before she knew it, it’s just her, the twins, Abaron and maybe Vowrawn (tho until they go back to Kaas once the twins are grown she has no idea if Vowrawn’s alive or dead and can’t put the babies at risk going back to check 😭)

#Q&A with the crew #theme song ask meme #swtor oc: roan saal #swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai #swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai #sith inquisitor #sith pureblood #subterfugeverse #the ahaszaai family #i'm sorry that i had to make everything so angsty in an attempt to explain away the bullshit parts of the ''canon'' lore #they're having a much better time in the reverse!zephyrverse AU so i mean...i made it up to them. kinda. sorta. #XD

[helloalycia]

undercover [three] // yelena belova

summary: after you notice something up with your dad, you try not to dwell on it, but then it comes back to bite you in the butt.

warning/s: shooting, guns and some fighting.

author's note: this is an angsty one lads, buckle in

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YOUR POV

I was helping Y/S/N with her Maths homework one afternoon when I heard yelling coming from my dad's office. He wasn't really someone who yelled – I don't think I'd ever heard him raise his voice before, not with a client – but he seemed pretty angry at whoever he was on the phone with. At least, I assumed he was on the phone since nobody was home but us.

Y/S/N and I tried to ignore him, but as we sat on the dining table working, his voice was coming through the walls, making us pause.

"What's dad angry about?" Y/S/N asked with confusion.

I shrugged, trying to listen in, but I couldn't really make out what he was saying. After a moment, it fell silent, and Y/S/N and I exchanged looks before we heard our dad approaching the dining room and eventually walking in.

Straightening up his shirt and tie, he cleared his throat and looked to both of us. "Hey, girls."

I furrowed my brows. "Hey, dad... everything okay? You sounded like you were having an argument."

He cleared his throat. "Yes, everything's fine, sorry you had to hear that."

I shot him a curious look, implying he should elaborate.

"Just a disagreement with a client," he explained, though it didn't explain much. "I actually have to pop out for a moment to sort some things out. Will you both be okay here for a few hours?"

"I'm a big girl," Y/S/N answered before I could, looking up to him. "I'll look after us both."

My dad smiled and patted her on the head before kissing her on the cheek. "I know you will, sweetie." He glanced at me. "How about you, Y/N?"

Wondering what had him so rattled, I resorted to a nod. "I'll be fine, dad. You sure everything's okay?"

He seemed momentarily relieved, leaning forward to press a kiss to my hairline. "It will be. Thanks, Y/N."

I watched him hurriedly leave, curious to what he meant by that. Knowing I'd try and get it out of him another time, I looked back to Y/S/N who was distracted by her school work.

"Okay, next question, bub..."

———————

THIRD PERSON POV

Yelena was seriously growing to hate her weekly check-in phone calls with Agent Bowden, now more than ever. Ever since the several months she'd been dating Y/N, it was harder to report on her and her family – people who had been nothing but lovely to her.

But she was bound by her job and mission, so yet again, she found herself on the phone, recalling her week to Agent Bowden. And, as she had been trying to several times recently, she was declaring her suspicions that S.H.I.E.L.D. suspected the wrong family.

"It can't be them!" she tried to make Agent Bowden see reason. "They're all legit and this– this mission is pointless. It's wrong what we're doing. Y/N is... she's innocent, they all are. The Y/L/N's aren't who you think they are."

"If they're so innocent, then why is one of our men watching Y/D/N meet with a suspected Hydra conspirator at this very moment?"

Yelena furrowed her brows, taken aback. "What? That can't be right. I don't believe you."

"You should be careful who you put your trust in, Belova," he said, before her phone vibrated in her hand and she realised she had a message.

Reluctantly, she saw that Agent Bowden had messaged her several photographs showing Y/D/N meeting with someone. It wouldn't have been fishy if it weren't for the attempts of them trying to hide their faces, looking around suspiciously and exchanging what appeared to be a hard drive.

No...

"Belova, you still there?" Agent Bowden's voice came from Yelena's phone speaker, and she tried not to throw her phone across the room as she raised it to her ear.

"I'm here," she said through gritted teeth, unable to believe she'd been proven wrong. Her instincts were wrong, which was rare.

"Good," Agent Bowden said, sounding bored. "Look, I'm sorry that you got your hopes up, kid. It sucks, I know, but maybe the Y/L/N's are just really good liars. Either way, we need to find out what that meeting is about."

Yelena closed her eyes, wishing she'd been right. This couldn't have been the same man who had accepted her into his family without question.

"Belova–"

"Maybe it's just him," she said quickly, opening her eyes and refusing to believe Y/N was working with Hydra. "This only shows him meeting with Hydra, not Y/N or her mother."

Agent Bowden sighed. "You could be right. But his computer and phone runs clean. You have to find evidence. Something we can go off. We only discovered this meeting because we've been tracking his calendar from the bug you planted, and this was on it."

Yelena massaged her head with frustration. It didn't make sense why Y/D/N had been covering his tracks until now. Then again, it didn't make sense why he was helping a terrorist organisation.

"I'll get you something concrete," Yelena promised. "I know what I'm looking for now."

"Great, that's what we want to hear," Agent Bowden agreed. "Okay, I'll send you everything we've got and you've got a week before we have to go in there ourselves."

Yelena's eyes widened. "What? You never said anything about a time limit."

"This has gone on long enough," Agent Bowden said like it was obvious. "It had to end at some point. Hopefully it ends with you completing the mission." When Yelena didn't answer, he continued, "Good luck, Belova."

And with that, he hung up.

Locking her phone, Yelena tossed it on her bed and tried to keep her emotions in check with all of this newfound information. But all she could seem to think about was how she'd lose Y/N either way by the end of the week. Y/N would hate her when she found out the truth, and she'd be heartbroken when she discovered her dad had been working with Hydra.

The end of the week would be the finale to a rollercoaster of a mission.

———————

YOUR POV

Moments like this were my favourite. I didn't have to worry about assignments or exams or anything else that was stressing me out in life, I could just enjoy a comfortable nap in the arms of my girlfriend.

I woke up on Elena's chest in her bed, feeling content as her arm was wrapped around me and rubbing gentle circles on my arm. When she felt me stir, her hand paused and I looked up, seeing her smiling down at me as she leaned against the headboard.

"Someone looks like they had a nice nap," she said quietly, squeezing my arm.

I blinked the tiredness from my eyes and began to sit up, stretching my arms with a yawn. "Sorry, El. Thanks for letting me stay for a bit."

She chuckled, sitting up properly, too. "Well, when your girlfriend comes knocking on your door, stressed out and immediately dragging you to bed, what can you do?"

A breathy laugh escaped my mouth as I tied my hair out of my face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I just wanted cuddles."

Elena shuffled forward and rested her hand on my back before dipping her head to meet my eyes with worried ones. "Everything okay, Y/N?"

I hummed, giving her a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's just one of those days... plus, my dad has been stressed out lately and it's just been weird at home."

She straightened up, raising an eyebrow. "Your dad? What is– is he okay?"

I sighed, shrugging. "I guess. He's just got something going on with a client. Been overworking himself lately."

Elena pursed her lips as she listened. "Did he says what's wrong? Who the client is?"

"Nope. Every time I ask, he tells me it's nothing to worry about."

Elena frowned, raising her hand to the back of my neck and stroking my skin with her thumb. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sure it'll make sense soon..."

I sucked up a breath. "Yeah, I guess."

Not really wanting to dwell on it anymore, and already feeling a lot better because of Elena's presence, I took her hand and kissed it before standing up.

"I've gotta do some work at the library," I said, changing the subject and looking to her. "Wanna study with me?"

She watched me for a moment longer, and I wasn't sure what she was thinking, then she said, "Sure. I'll drive."

As she stood up to grab her keys, I said, "Nah, let's walk. I could use the fresh air."

She shrugged and began to get ready, as did I. Grabbing my backpack and pulling on my shoes and coat, I waited for her to put some jeans on before she pulled her shoes and coat on and we left hand in hand. It was getting colder as it neared the end of the year, but the walk to the library wasn't far, so it wasn't too bad.

As we were walking, talking about some stuff from class, the screeching of tires caught our attention and we stopped walking as a van pulled up next to us randomly. Elena and I exchanged confused glances, about to continue walking, when the door slid open and out jumped two guys looking pretty pissed.

"We knew he'd try to get rid of it, but we didn't think he'd use his daughter to do the job," one of the men said as they both glared at me.

I furrowed my brows, confused at who these people were, why they were so mad, and why they seemed to be mad at me. Also, what the hell were they talking about?

"Er, sir, I don't think–"

But they had no patience to hear me out as one of them immediately came at me, attempting to yank my backpack from my back. I was ready to scream and fight him off, but I didn't have to as Elena let go of my hand and immediately shoved him back. I didn't think she was that strong, but the man hit the side of the van with a loud thud.

"Elena–!"

I was going to warn her, tell her to leave it and run so we could call the police or something, but the other man pounced towards her, ready to fight. The thing I least expected was for Elena to dodge his punches and grab his hand, squeezing it so tightly and twisting it so harshly that I swear I heard his bones crack.

My eyes widened as she moved so swiftly, barely losing her breath, and knocked the guy to the ground. The first guy had recovered from his daze and was ready for round two, going in for a kick to the legs, but Elena was quicker as she jumped and began to fight him. Unlike his partner, he was a much better opponent and I was stunned as I watched Elena take care of herself without a hitch.

The commotion meant that I almost didn't notice the third guy stepping out of the driver's seat, eyes falling to me in a fixed glare. Using Elena's distraction as an opportunity, he moved forward to go for my backpack, and I struggled to push him off me which sent me falling backwards on to my butt. Before he could move forward and do God knew what, Elena had him in a chokehold from behind and met my eyes with wide ones.

"Get up!" she shouted, and her Russian accent made a show as it usually did when she was emotional. "Y/N, get up and run! I'll be right behind you!"

I nodded slowly, eyes falling to the two unconscious men behind her, before I pushed myself up off the ground. How she was capable of taking on three grown men was beyond me, but that wasn't a question for right now, so I began to run in the opposite direction, grateful when I heard her footsteps behind me.

Unfortunately for both of us, the sound of a gunshot stopped us in our tracks, and that caught some passer-by's attention, making them flee the scene. I could only hope someone was calling the police. Just ahead of us, a small group of men were cutting off the path ahead, all dressed in dark clothes similar to the last few, but this time, they were holding guns and my stomach sank at the sight.

"We're gonna die," I squeaked, feeling a lump forming in my throat.

"No we're not," Elena assured me, before pushing me behind her and looking between the men calculatedly. "Do as I say, okay?"

"Elena, how the hell do you know–?"

"Just do it!" she snapped impatiently, before wincing and glancing at me apologetically. "Call the police. Get out of here. I'm gonna deal with these assholes."

"Elena–"

"Now!" she shouted, before running forward with determination.

I wasn't sure why she thought she could take on five armed men by herself, but as terrified as I was for her, I didn't wanna get shot and die, so I hid behind the nearest parked car as gunshots went off. My eyes were so wide I was surprised they didn't fall out of my head – people were shooting at me, what the fuck?!

Forcing myself to snap back into it, I scrambled to find my phone before dialling 911. I was about to press the phone to my ear, but a scream escaped my throat when it was shot from my fingers, it bouncing off the ground and into pieces. Yet again widening my eyes with fear, I looked up and saw one of the men running towards me. Before I could even think to make a run for it, he yanked me up by my coat and attempted to grab my backpack.

Thankfully, like some kind of action hero, Elena came to my rescue and managed to get him off me and knock him unconscious with a single punch, but her actions were halted when we heard the cock of a gun and saw a final assailant pointing his gun our way.

"Elena..."

"It's okay," she muttered, stepping in front of me protectively.

The man smirked behind his gun as he looked to Elena. "Yelena Belova," he said darkly. "We've heard good things about you."

I clenched my jaw with uncertainty, eyes flickering to Elena. Why was he addressing her by a different name? A name I'd never heard of?

"You should leave whilst you can," she replied, to my surprise, and with a strong Russian accent, unlike I'd heard before. She didn't sound as shocked as I felt, which was raising more questions than answers right now.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said with a raised brow, before losing his smile and taking the shot.

Elena – if that was even her name! – was quick as she pushed me down and ducked herself, before moving forward to disarm him and take him out. I watched on in a frozen state, feeling like I was watching a stranger. Yelena Belova? Who the hell was that?

She let out a breath as she knocked him to the ground before looking to me with guilty eyes. Only when she began to move forward to help me up did I realise what was happening. Backing up, I shook my head frantically so she couldn't touch me.

"No, no, no," I said, standing up myself and moving backwards when she tried to reach for me. "What the fuck?!"

She tried to plead with me, still speaking with a Russian accent that I was beginning to think was just her normal voice. "Y/N, c'mon–"

"No!" I shouted, even more scared than I was before. My eyes looked her up and down, no longer seeing my sweet, normal girlfriend, but instead a stranger whom I'd never met. "Who the fuck are you?! Who is Yelena?!"

She tensed her jaw, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I had to."

The lump in my throat was getting bigger as I tried to understand what was happening. One minute we were walking, and the next, we were surrounded by unconscious bodies. At least I hoped they were unconscious.

"You had to what?" I asked, my voice shaking.

She squeezed her fists together as she glanced around with exhaustion – they were bloody, her fists. Bruising as she spoke, because she'd beat people up with them. She'd actually beat people up like it was nothing. What the hell was happening?

"Not here, not now," she said quickly, before she grabbed my fallen backpack from the ground and began to rifle through it without asking permission, but I didn't care about that right now.

I suddenly felt sick. Something wasn't right and nothing was making any sense and I had no idea why people were trying to kill me.

Only when the noise of her rummaging ceased did I look back to her, and she was now holding my hard drive, staring at it with disbelief. Looking up, her expression transformed from confusion to disgust.

"What the hell is this?" she asked lowly, her voice sounding even more threatening than I'd ever heard it.

But I still didn't understand. Swallowing hard, I shook my head, answering, "What?"

Her eyes were swirling with darkness as she glared at me. Shaking the hard drive, she asked again, "This! The hard drive! What the hell is it?!"

I'd never heard her shout, not properly, and not like this. She looked like she wanted to... to kill me. And maybe once, I would have thought that to be crazy, but after seeing what she was capable of and knowing she wasn't who I thought she was, I wouldn't put it past her. I had no idea who was looking back at me right now, but it wasn't the Elena I was dating. And that terrified me.

"No...," she said to herself, looking down, "no, I stood up for you. I thought you were good."

I didn't know what she was talking about, but the sickness in my gut was only worsening and I wanted nothing more than to get away from here. Get away from her.

Her eyes fell to me again, before they glanced behind me and she perked up. "Shit, we've gotta go. C'mon."

As she attempted to grab my wrist, I pulled back, shaking my head. "Hell no! I'm not going with you!"

She said something in Russian that I didn't understand, green eyes penetrating me with frustration, but I was determined to stick my ground.

...Until a bullet skid past our feet and I panicked. She grabbed my wrist and I didn't argue it as I let her drag me away to some car down the street. It was no challenge for her to smash the window and hot-wire the car before driving off in a hurry.

I clutched the car door as she sped through the streets, away from whoever the hell was trying to kill me. Just when I was certain we were going to die because of her terrible driving, she spoke.

"Why?" she asked with a raised voice. "Why them?"

I widened my eyes at how fast we were going, barely glancing her way as I secretly prayed to God I wouldn't die right now. "Why what?!"

"Why are they trying to kill you when you're working with them?!" she yelled, before turning the wheel so harshly that I went into my door. Before I could answer, she said, "Блядь [fuck], I knew you were smart, but not like this..."

"For fuck's sake, Elena, who the fuck is 'them'?!" I shouted back, sick of not understanding what the hell was going on.

She gave me a sideways glance as she said, "Hydra!"

I blinked, startled at the mention of a terrorist group whom I was certain had been destroyed years ago. Then I realised what she'd said and my confusion turned into anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Why the fuck would I be working with Nazis?"

"Exactly – why?!" she countered expectantly.

I clenched my fists with irritation. "You know what? Fuck you! Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this? Why is your name not Elena and why do you speak like that? What the fuck is going on?!"

Gritting her teeth, she chose to say nothing and I felt hot tears burning my eyes as I glared at her. Nothing was making sense and the girl who I once felt safe with was scaring me and not helping in any way. Oh, and I was being called a Nazi, so yeah, today was going great.

"You need to stop this car and let me out," I said, trying to regulate my breathing.

"What?"

"I said let me out," I repeated, trying to stay calm. "You can keep the bag, the hard drive – whatever the fuck it is you want – but let me out."

She shook her head. "Oh, no, I'm not letting you go. You're staying right here."

"Fuck you."

Before she could respond, no doubt with something witty and annoying, she was forced to hit the brakes when a car cut in front of us. I was worried it was going to be more of Hydra's men, but Ele– Yelena didn't seem startled when she saw the people get out of the car.

"Lucky you," she said to me, sounding peeved. "You're free to go."

———————

After being picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, I was driven to my house where more agents were waiting around and also removing items from my house that definitely didn't belong to them. There, I was told that my parents had been arrested and charged for apparently working with Hydra, and Y/S/N had been picked up from school and taken to my auntie's house.

As much as I tried to explain that they had it wrong and that I had no idea what they were talking about, they refused to listen and advised me to stay at home before I said something I'd regret. Anger was the least of what I was feeling right now.

"You can't just do this!" I shouted in some idiot agent's face – Agent Bowden.

"If I were you, I'd focus on being there for your family," he said sternly, and I couldn't stop glaring at his stupid face. "You still have to answer some questions, such as why you were in possession of that hard drive that Belova retrieved from you."

At the mention of Yelena, my glare hardened. "I borrowed my father's hard drive because mine was full and I needed it for class. I don't even know what it contains, but I suppose you're not going to tell me that."

"For your sake, you better hope that's the truth," he said bitterly, as agents began to move around us, taking whatever they thought would help them with their supposed investigation.

I looked to Agent Bowden, unable to stop my thoughts from showing. "Was she your agent this whole time?"

He sighed. "Who?"

"Yelena. Was she working for S.H.I.E.L.D. this whole time? Was it all a lie?"

"Something like that," he said, sounding bored, as if this wasn't a huge part of my life he was ruining. "Look, kid, I've got stuff to do, but my team will be out of here soon and we can take it from there."

I squeezed my fists together. "When can I see my parents?"

He checked his watch for the time. "We'll call you."

And with that, he left the room, leaving me standing there confused, heartbroken and terrified. My parents were innocent, I knew that much, but I wasn't so sure they could prove it.

———————

Within a day, my mum was able to get herself absolved of any charges since technically S.H.I.E.L.D. had no evidence to link her to the supposed crime. Unfortunately, my dad was still being charged, but for now, we were able to get him out on bail and back home for the time being, until we could prepare for his trial and prove his innocence.

Turns out that he had been working with Hydra, but unknowingly. One of his clients had been getting him to solve code that was beginning to look too suspicious, and when confronted about it, they revealed themselves as Hydra. But by then, it was too late for my dad to say anything because they threatened his family, AKA me. The whole mishap with the hard drive was a misunderstanding, since I'd taken it from his office without asking, which usually wouldn't be a problem, but this time, it was the solved code that Hydra were looking for and tracking.

The people trying to kill me were Hydra agents who assumed my dad was getting rid of the code through me, hence the guns, the attempted murder and the scaring me half to death.

Everything was an accident and we just had to prove that to S.H.I.E.L.D., but they'd been spying on us for months, so it was hard. And in those months, Yelena Belova had been working her way into my family to find out the truth.

Which meant that everything we had was a lie. She never wanted to be my friend or my girlfriend – she'd been playing me the whole time and I'd let her, genuinely not suspecting a thing. How the hell was I supposed to know what was real and what wasn't? Everything about her family, being adopted... probably all bullshit. But I'd eaten it up out of the palm of her hand.

God, I felt like an idiot. Why I believed someone would come into my life and suddenly like me was beyond me. Nobody fit into your family, into your life, that easily... she'd been lying. And she'd assumed my family and I were working with terrorists. She'd assumed I was.

And I fucking hated her for it.

———————

THIRD PERSON POV

"It was her father, not her. The hard drive was a mishap on her part, so the only real terrorist in the Y/L/N household is Y/D/N. Looks like you were right, Belova."

Yelena clenched her jaw as Agent Bowden walked away to tend to another part of the investigation. She'd been right, Y/N was innocent. And she'd accused her, switched her opinion so quickly once she'd found the hard drive in Y/N's bag. Why hasn't she trusted her gut instinct?

Once the arrests had been made and Yelena returned to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s facilities on the outskirts of town, she'd revealed all she could about her findings, including Y/N's involvement. But then the truth came out and she was told it was only partially true, and Y/N had in fact been innocent.

And now Y/N hated her.

The look on her face when she realised Yelena was playing her... Yelena couldn't get it out of her mind. The slow realisation when she discovered the truth about her name, her role, the mission... Yelena knew it was supposed to be fake, but she'd gotten too involved and now she was experiencing the consequences.

Being congratulated by her team for succeeding and bringing the mission to a close felt so stupid after she knew she'd played with Y/N's heart for S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't deserve a congratulations, not when Y/N was suffering the consequences of her father's actions.

"This is my first and last mission with S.H.I.E.L.D.," she snarled on the phone to Natasha, who was back in New York. "Your way is a sham. It hurts people. And not in the good way."

"Woah, woah, woah," Natasha stopped her, not understanding. "What are you talking about? They told me it was a success and you found the guy. What did I miss?"

"Your way doesn't work!" Yelena argued, tears brimming her eyes. "She hates me, Natasha. I messed her life up, lied to her and now she hates me."

Natasha clicked on instantly and wasn't sure what to think, since Yelena had never shown so much interest in a person before, let alone a target.

"You got too involved in the mission, didn't you?" she asked her sister carefully, and when Yelena didn't answer, she took that as confirmation. "Yelena..."

"I accused her of being a terrorist," Yelena muttered, ignoring the tears that trickled down her face. "I should've trusted my gut. She didn't deserve to be lied to. Her family didn't deserve this either."

"Her father was working with Hydra," Natasha reminded her.

"They're saying he didn't know," Yelena said, a hint of hope in her voice. "He wasn't bad, you know. None of them were."

"Yelena, you have to snap out of it," Natasha warned her. "It was just a mission."

Yelena closed her eyes, shaking her head. Natasha wouldn't understand. It wasn't just a mission... she'd ruined everything for Y/N. And it hurt Yelena because she cared about her, a lot more than she cared to admit.

"Yelena?"

"Just a mission," Yelena agreed, sucking up a breath. "You're right."

Natasha was reluctant to leave her. "Do you want me to come to you?"

"No, no, I'm almost finished here. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

No. But I'll have to be. "I'm sure."

"Okay...," Natasha said, still uncertain but knowing better than to push her sister to share. "Congrats on the mission. I'll see you when you're back."

"See you when I'm back."

Hanging up the phone, Yelena released a deep breath and tried to centre herself. There was so much chatter about Y/N, about her dad, about the mission... but she hadn't had chance to explain. The last time she'd seen Y/N had been when she'd accused her, and she needed to make things right.

So, that was her next move. She only hoped Y/N would give her a chance to do so.

#marvel #yelena belova x you #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #black widow imagine #hawkeye imagine #black widow #hawkeye #florence pugh #mcu imagine #mcu

[flamingo-writes]

It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either” He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

~

“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

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[mossygardenstone]

Hi !

How are you doing ? ^^

Can I request something angsty but maybe (if possible) with an happy ending for whoever you want ?

My idea was that their crush has hanahaki (because they think they don't love them)

I'm sorry, I don't really know how to explain the idea clearly ^^"

I hope you will have a nice day ! :3

I can totally do that for you! :3 I'll write for Red because that's my boy =w= But if you want someone else, feel free to request again! Hope I did it right! ;w;/ I may have gone overboard ;; Reader x Redd - with Hanahaki TW: Medical stuff, illness things, hospitals, angst, no proof reading oops, and swearing You plucked away a last petal from your shoulder, as you returned your gaze to the mirror, looking yourself over for a moment. Of all the people for you to fall for, it had to be him. When the monsters started to come from the underground, you never thought you'd be friends with them, let alone had fallen so head over heels for one of them. But something about this bone boy really got to you. Despite the rough and tough personality he put up, you could see who he was truly. But that's why you knew they wouldn't be interested in you. How could a monster be in love with a human? You looked your face over for a moment more in the mirror, your hands gripping the sink tightly. Once you felt that you had gathered yourself enough to be around others, you sighed and pushed off the sink, giving the mirror a last glance on your way out the bathroom door. Once you entered the living room, a pair of sockets shifted to look at you, as Red's constant smile seemed to grow more at your sight. "Was starting to worry ya fell in the toilet." He teased, his sockets shifting back to the video game he was play, that you had brought over to play with him. You simply forced a smile, that you wore well to block out any prying questions about how you had been, despite the fact your features has slowly worsen over time. Your body finally giving way to display how sickly you had been feeling as of late. You gave the other a soft chuckle and shifted to sit back in your spot next to him in the floor. "Where's your brother?" You asked, peeking over your shoulder, where the taller skeleton monster had been when you left. But it simply earned a shrug from Red, not even looking up from his game. "Didn't ask, he just said he had ta go." He gave a chuckle and shifted a socket to you again. "You know how he gets." You returned a chuckle, the smile you forced felt as constant as the skeletons smile. But you think your cheek muscles were making you have less of an advantage in that department. Your face hurt from smiling. Your body hurt from breath. And being around him just made it worse, you could feel your body react the second you're around him. It felt like you were dying slowly next to him, but that was okay. At least it would be next to him. Lost in your thought, your vision blurred, not even hearing Red as he starts to talk about the game. Your frame wobbled softly in it's spot as the room danced around you, just to swirl into a never ending blackness. You felt your lungs failing yourself, but now you could hear him, because he was much closer now. Your eyes weakly trailed up, to see his bone fingers gripping your shoulder tightly, but you couldn't feel his touch. Your eyes continued up to meet the sockets of the other, his yelling seemed muffled by the fog in your head, he look frustrated, his sockets narrowed at you, his eyelights reduced to pin pricks. But that expression changed once your eyes finally met his, you could see his frustration leave like a flash, the second he locked eyes with your dull ones. He was sweating now, his eyelights gone, leaving his deep sockets staring blankly at you. His worry was quickly amped as your eyes finally fluttered shut and you toppled over in the floor beside him. He gasped now, scrambling to your side and stroking a boney hand across your face, calling out your name, but getting no answer. You awake later, to the sounds of beeps, and the uncomfortable feeling of a cold, sterile room closing in around you. You blink groggily as you try to sit up, but your body refused to let you do more than softly shift around. But you soon stopped your movement, hearing a familiar voice in the next room. It was Alphys, and another more loud voice you also recognized as Sans. You stopped shifting so

you could listen to them in the other room, they seemed upset. But you thought you'd pass out again when you heard Alphys mention a word far too familiar for you. Hanahaki Disease. You knew you had it, you knew that's what was happening to you, it's an easy search. But no one else did, not them, not your friends, not a soul but you knew this. You could feel tears prick your eyes, as you heard Alphys explain it to Sans, your body shaking hoping he wouldn't catch on. But another voice rang out, this time from the room you were in. It was Papyrus, you hadn't even noticed he had been sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, arms folded over his uniform. "Alphys, Sans, they're awake." He barked almost as a command, and they funneled into the room as though it was one, locking eyes with you. Alphys went to spoke, but before she could even attempt to speak, Red's hulking frame was stomping toward you. "Why didn't ya tell me? D... Did ya not know? That's it right?" His tone sounded pleading, like he wanted more than anything for you to not known you were dying, than to not have told him, to hide something like this. You shifted your teary eyes away from him, you knew the longer you stared at him, the more they would fall. "I knew." You finally spoke after a while, making him stare in stunned silence, before his sockets screwed up in anger again. "Why the hell didn't ya tell us? Or at least me?" He sputtered out, his hands waving as he spoke. But when you didn't answer he simply let out a grumble and moved closer to your bed side. "Then tell me at least..." He started, causing you to look at him out of the side of your eye. He hung his head for a moment, thinking over everything he had learned today, before raising his head with a snap "Who the fuck is it then? Who are ya so in love with that it's doing this to ya?" He was shaking at this point, and he didn't know if it was anger, or fear. "And why the hell don't they love ya back?" His voice cracked at those words, and hearing it sent you over the edge as well, tears rolling down your face now, your body trembling to keep from letting out shaky sobs. "Because.." You started for a moment, bringing your hand up to wipe your eyes, the IV in your arm feeling weird as it moved. "I haven't told them." This caused Red to stare blankly, and finally shut up for a moment. Giving Alphys the perfect moment to finally speak. "But Y/N, you will die if you don't tell them soon. Or get the surgery." You winced and tried to choke back another sob. "I don't want the surgery. I know what comes with it... I rather be like this than lose my feelings for them." You said blankly, Alphys looking from you to Sans again. Who was now angered again, hands balled into a fist. "Then tell them! I'm sure they're going to love ya back. They have'ta!" he spat, shaking his skull. You couldn't reply at first, you just softly sobbed to yourself, before taking a deep breath and collecting yourself. "It wont matter if I tell them. They wont feel the same." You weak mutters just fueling his anger more, as he finally had enough, he closed the rest of the space between you both, gripping the bed rails. Alphys reached out to stop him, but simply let him get it out, noticing Papyrus keeping a close eye on him. "Why the hell wouldn't they? Ya great! I should know, I spend almost every day with you!" Alphys blinked and looked at him for a moment. "Sans.. You've been around them a lot lately right?" Sans snapped his head to look at her. "It's what I just said, innit?" Alphys shifted her gaze to you again. "When you met them.... Did they look this sick?" You winced, you knew she had figured it out. Red was staring at you now, you could feel it, his sockets scanned you, before turning back to Alphys. "N...No, I don't think they did.. They had a lot more colla to them." Alphis nodded and looked to again, Red's gaze trailing back to you, his boney fingers still wrapped around the bars of your bed. "Is it a monster? Is that why ya don't think they will like ya? Y/N, monsters fall for humans all the time, you

really-" Sans was cut off by the bellowing of his older brother, causing all three of them to jump and instantly give him their attention. "Sans, you absolute moron." Sans gulped nervously, loosing his grip on the bed, as his brother continued. "It's you they like, how can you be so dense? I saw this ages ago" His eyelights rolled in his skull, as though he had just made another pun. Sans just stared at him, jaw slack, his large frame rumbled from the laughter he let out. "Come on Boss, it's a good joke, but this is serious." He shifted his skull back to look at you. "There's no way someone like them-" He stopped, your eyes were wide, and you face was flushed, and he realized just how pale you've gotten from this sickness. He blinked softly for a moment before letting out a panicked grunt, leaning over the bars, a foot from your face. "Yer fucking joking? T..." His skull flushed a bright cherry candy red, his eyelight finally appearing again for the first time since you passed out, they seemed to vibrate softly, flickering as they scanned you. You couldn't stand to look at him anymore, you felt destroyed, you were going to get rejected in front of everyone and slowly rot away. But instead you were surprised when you felt him clambering over the rails, into the bed with you, spooking both you and Alphys "S.Sans! Careful with them-" She blubbered as he managed to nestle his large frame, mostly sitting on the railing. His grin was larger than you've ever seen, his eyelights looked almost like they had turned heart shaped, and he was giggling like a dork. You scanned him, as you scooted in your bed to make space for the large skeleton monster. "Yer as big of a moron as me I guess, because I liked ya for a while too." He finally, said with another giggle. Your eyes went wide, and you suddenly felt dizzy, actually too dizzy, the room spun as you put a hand to your forehead, leaning back with a huff. Sans jumped again, trying to back away to give you space. "Fuck! Sorry uh.." Sans muttered, and Alphys simply snickered and walked over to the free side of the bed that didn't have a bone boy perched on it. Softly fanning you with her clipboard. "It's okay Sans, it's the blood flow coming back to them. They shouldn't be showing anymore signs of the illness in the next 24 hours." Sans beamed at you, watching the color come back to your face slowly. "Guess I'm ya new medication hun. Take as needed." He snicked and slumped into the bed beside you, pulling you to his lap. You sunk into his large frame like a bean bag. You had no idea how it happened, but you were fine with the out come. "Dork.." You muttered as you snuggled into his chest.

#x reader #underfell sans x reader #sans x reader #sans x y/n #underfell #underfell sans #undertale imagines #hanahaki disease #undertale #sans

[hercleverboy]

can i please get your take on 25 from the general prompts and 33 from angst? omg please make it a happy ending if possible. i'm just a sucker for angsty fluff tbh!

wc ↠ 1.7k 

this one really took on a mind of it’s own but here you go! and it does have a happy ending, fret not. also it’s like wayyyy to long to even be classed as a blurb but whatever

General #25 ↠ “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Then who does she belong with?” “..With me.”

Angst #33 ↠ “I was happier with you.”

The day that Spencer broke her heart was one she would never forget. 

He’d been acting off lately. He pulled away when she tried to kiss him, turned his back to her when they went to bed each night, only answered with few words whenever she tried to speak to him. 

She knew it was over before he even said the words. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” He murmured one day, and Y/N sucked in a breath, preparing herself. “Me being away so often...It’s hurting you. I can see it. And you deserve so much better than that.”

She shook her head, moving toward him. “Please don’t do this, Spencer. Yes, I get a little upset when you’re away but that’s because I love you! I miss you when you’re gone!” She cried, “But that just makes the time we do spend together so much better.” 

“I love you too.” He paused, tears burning in his eyes. He was doing this for her, she’d understand that one day. “Which is why I have to let you go.”

and that was it.

Y/N moved out of their shared home, the house once filled with such light and warmth and happiness was now empty and cold and dark and Spencer had no one else to blame but himself. 

He did love her, very much so, and it was because of that that he no longer wanted to be the cause of her pain. No matter how much she played it off, smiled through her upset, laughed even though her heart would ache without him by her side- he could see right through her. She deserved better than him, than the limited life he could give her. At least, that’s what he thought at the time. He’d never regretted a decision more than that one. 

Six months later, JJ and Will got married in a beautiful starlit wedding in Rossi’s garden, surrounded by great friends and family. Friends- one of which was Y/N. Now Spencer thought about it, of course Y/N was going to be there. She was very close with JJ, and it was that fact that had led to the two meeting in the first place. 

Now, Spencer watched from across the garden in awe as she smiled and laughed with the bride. She’d never looked so beautiful, her melodic laugh radiating the warm energy that he’d missed so badly. He felt hope swell in his chest. A part of him that prayed to anyone that was listening that perhaps he’d be allowed a second chance, the opportunity to repent for the biggest mistake he’d ever made. 

All hope was abandoned when he saw a man he didn’t recognise come up behind Y/N, his hand resting on her hip as he handed her a drink, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

She’d brought a date. 

His breath caught in his throat, rapidly blinking his eyes to rid them of tears that were brewing faster than he could clear them. Morgan, who Spencer had been mid-conversation with, paused. 

“You ok, Kid?” 

Spencer nodded a little too quickly, clearing his throat. “Yes, uh, I’m fine. Would you just excuse me a moment?” He stammered before turning and making his way inside the house, away from the worried eyes of his team. 

Morgan looked across the garden, catching JJ’s eye. She gave him a concerned look, to which he shrugged. JJ excused herself from the conversation she was having, walking over to Morgan. 

“Where’d Spence run off to?” 

“Not a clue, but I think it has something to do with that.” Morgan sighed, tipping his beer bottle in the direction of Y/N, who was laughing happily whilst dancing with her date. 

JJ gave Morgan a sad smile before heading off into the house, walking down numerous hallways trying to find which room Spencer had gone into. She eventually found a room where the door was slightly ajar, knocking gently before pushing it open. “Spence?” 

Spencer was sat on one of the chairs in the room with his back to the door, soft sobs coming from him, his shoulders shaking. At the sound of JJ’s voice, he sprung up from the chair with a sniff, hand wiping at his eyes as though he could convince her he wasn’t crying at all. “JJ! Hey, uh, sorry, I just- I needed a moment.” 

She waved her hand, giving him a soft smile. “You don’t have to apologise. You want to tell me what’s going on?” 

Spencer sighed, plopping back down into the chair as JJ came and took a seat beside him. “Did you see the date Y/N brought?” He asked quietly. 

JJ hummed. “I did. He’s nice.” She commented, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. “Is that why you’re so upset?” 

“Yes, of course that’s why I’m upset. I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go and now I might lose her.” He cried, voice raising. “She doesn’t belong with him!”

“Then who does she belong with?”

His shoulders dropped, eyes finally meeting JJ’s. “...With me.”

JJ sighed, shaking her head. “You broke up with her, Spence!”

“I know I did, but it wasn’t because I stopped loving her!” 

“You can’t have it both ways! Either you want her, or you don’t!” JJ exclaimed. “Is she the one you want, yes or no?” 

“Yes.” He spoke so surely, his tone so certain that it made JJ grin. 

“Good! So, go out there and fix it!” 

Spencer nodded, scrambling toward the door with a quick ‘thank you!’ as he went. 

Once he was back in the garden, he headed over towards Morgan who greeted him with a small smile. “JJ knock some sense into you?” 

Spencer rolled his eyes at the comment but nodded nonetheless. “Could you do me a favour?” 

Morgan nodded, placing his beer down on the tabletop of the bar with a grin. “You want me to distract the date? You got it Pretty Boy, but you owe me one.” He smirked, narrowing his eyes playfully at his friend before heading in Y/N’s direction. 

Spencer watched the three speak as he fiddled with his thumbs, anxiously trying to figure out what he was going to say when a less than sober Penelope Garcia stumbled her way toward him, what must be her fourth (maybe fifth?) glass of champagne in her hand. 

“Reid! Have you seen my chocolate thunder? Cause you know I’ve been looking for him for a while now and- hold on a minute, you’re up to something!” She deduced, wagging an accusatory finger at him. 

“What, no I am not!” Spencer exclaimed, his tone getting higher in pitch like it always did when he was lying. 

“Oh, you so are! What’s going on?” She whined, making Spencer grin. 

“Okay okay. You wanna help?” He leaned in, explaining to her what Morgan was doing. 

Penelope let out a gasp, nodding happily. “That’s so exciting. I can totally help.” She moved over to where Morgan had struck up conversation with Y/N’s date, her loud voice catching both the men’s attention. 

Spencer let out a chuckle, Garcia was certainly a good distraction. 

When he saw Y/N was stood alone, he knew that was his shot. He shook all the negativity from his head, running his finger through his hair in attempt to look as presentable as possible before making his way over. 

“Y/N?” 

When she looked over and saw him, it was as though her heart was broken all over again. She’d made a good job of ignoring him thus far but couldn’t find it in her to be cold to him, despite everything that had happened. 

“Hi Spencer.” She gave a little smile. 

He bit his lip, his mind racing. “Do you think- maybe we could talk?” 

It would’ve been in her best interest to say no, to tell him that she didn’t want to speak to him, but she couldn’t. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, her heart still beat for him. 

She nodded, allowed him to lead her to a quieter part of the garden, away from the eyes of others so they could talk. “What’s up?” 

Spencer froze in that moment. Now that he had her there, what was he supposed to say? With all the thoughts flooding his head, where did he start? 

He tried desperately to form the words, but nothing left his lips. 

“I thought you said you wanted to talk?” She sighed. “I can’t do this.” She shook her head, beginning to walk away when Spencer gently grabbed her arm.

“Wait!” He called, cringing at how demanding he sounded. He knew he had to say something, anything to make her stay and listen. “I was happier with you.”

She looked back at him, eyes wide. “What?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t know how much I regret what I told you that day. I thought that I was keeping you safe by letting you go. I thought I was being selfless, but I wasn’t. It was selfish of me to do that without even considering trying to talk it out with you first, without allowing any room for your feelings or concerns.” He breathed out in one go, his words quick and filled with shame. “I know that things might never be the same, but I want to try. I love you, so much.” He whimpered, dropping his hold on her arm.

Her face softened, as she reached down to grip one of his hands in hers. She gave a light-hearted chuckle, one that contrasted the tears welling in her eyes. “I think we have a lot to talk about, huh?”

Spencer chuckled a little too, thumb rubbing over her skin. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

She sniffled. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still angry, cause I am.”

He nodded, looking down at their joint hands. “That’s okay, you have every right to be.”

“It might take a while, but I’m willing to try.” She confirmed, giving a small smile at how Spencer’s face lit up. “But I swear to god Spencer, this is your last chance.”

“I know, I know.” He grinned, giving her hands a squeeze. “One last chance is all I’ll need.”

and he was right.

#kate writes blurbs☘️ #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #mgg x reader #mgg #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds

[strawberrypaul]

miami

request: "if you're still in the mood to write.... maybe something cute about going to miami with john and the boys in '64? 💗" okay i'm so sorry if this didn't turn out the way you imagined. i just started writing and got carried away and it might not be super "cute", it has some angst but also fluff. if this is nothing like what you asked for, please let me know and i will do my best to write something else <3

word count: 3.3k oops

pairing: john lennon x f!reader

warnings: accidentaly angsty, mild verbal abuse (?) not really tho, arguments, achohol, annoying men at the pub and probably bad grammar and typos.

summary: john comes home from the studio and can't wait to tell y/n some great news; they're going to miami! but y/n is unsure and that causes some conflicts.

7 p.m. Since it’s August, and the end of summer has begun, when you lifted your head from your book and turned to look out the window - you could see the sun already setting. The entire sky was a perfect blend of warm oranges, purples and blues. The sunrays’ vibrance and warm colors seemed to find their way straight to your heart and a smile slowly showed up on your face.

It was hard not to fall in love with evenings like these. The living room was dark, only the light from a floor lamp in the corner of the room and a couple of candles lit up the room. But it was nice, cozy even. Right next to the couch’s arm rest stood a little wooden side table with a record player on top of it, softly playing “Love me Tender” by Elvis Presley - a classic choice. Everything was at peace and you were content, the only thing missing was John. Sure, you supposed you enjoyed a bit of you-time every now and then but you would be lying if you said you didn’t prefer to be alone with John. He was your partner, and your safe spot. As an all-the-time-busy woman you didn’t get the perks those other housewives got; You didn’t get to spend all day at home and you didn’t get to make dinner for your husband when he got home from work. But the thing was, that’s not what you wanted anyways. You enjoyed working, you enjoyed running errands all day, and most of all you enjoyed getting home after a long day at the office and cook dinner together with John.

With all these beautiful thoughts passing your head you found yourself missing John a lot more than just minutes before. When was he going to come back from the studio? He left at seven this morning, he’s been away for over twelve hours now. But right as you turned your head away from the clock on the wall, to dive back down in your book, the front door flew open. And with it, John came storming in. Hastily he tried to rip off his coat, throw off his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. You simply stared at him in disbelief. Maybe you took back what you had said earlier about not enjoying time alone in complete silence. What the hell was the hurry about? Now John had rushed to your shared bedroom and you could hear him rummaging through the drawers. You shook your head and put down your book to stand up and walk over to the bedroom door frame. Crossing your arms over your chest you continued watching him throw out clothes from different drawers, waiting for him to even notice you.

“Care to say ‘Hello’?” you spoke up with a slight annoyance. His head shot up to look at you with wide open eyes, it was like he froze for a second. He let go of whatever he had in his hands to walk over to where you stood, opened his arms to embrace you. With a kiss on your head he let go of you.

“Of course, of course. Hello, dear. I’m sorry.” he hastily said. Just as you were about to ask him what on earth he was doing, making the bedroom a complete mess, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“We got great- no, fantastic, news today! You won’t be able to believe it, we’re going to Miami!” he said with excitement, face lit up with joy. “They’ve already got it all figured out with flights and hotel. And the best part; you’re coming with us!” John almost burst with excitement at this point. He waited for you to jump in his arms cheering. But you didn’t. And in no time John’s facial expression completely changed. He now had a confused look on his face. His brows were furrowed and his eyes filled with questions. He took a step back from you in an attempt to understand why you weren’t just as frantic as he was.

“Love, what’s wrong? We’re going to Miami!” he asked. You sighed, letting go of a heavy breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Your shoulders fell as you looked down on your feet. Fiddling with your fingers, you were unsure of what to tell him.

“I- uh… John, I can’t go to Miami” you started, eyes still on the floor.

“What do you mean you can’t go? You always talk about how you want to go on vacation to all these different places” he said in confusion. “Besides, it’s only two weeks” he stated. You didn’t know what to tell him. Two weeks. That’s a long time, you thought for yourself. You thought about your parents, and your job. You visited your parents about every other day, they lived nearby and since they were getting old you felt a responsibility over them. You have helped them get groceries and run errands for a large number of years now, you couldn’t just leave. What if something should happen to them, like an accident and one of them needs to get rushed to the hospital? Anxiety rose inside you as horrible thoughts crossed your mind. And work, you couldn’t just leave work behind you for two weeks. Not even for two days. Working in an office meant piles and piles of paperwork every day. You couldn’t imagine what your desk would look like when you got back from Miami, if you went. No, you simply could not go with them. You walked over to the bed and sat down. You sighed once more before you started to explain to him.

“I can’t leave my parents here, or work. You know that.” you said looking up at him with doe eyes. “What if something happens when I’m not here? No one will be there to help. And work, I will have sky high piles of paperwork on my desk when I return” you continued.

John let out a loud sigh, he sounded almost frustrated? He started walking back and forth in front of you and you stood up. Placing a hand on his shoulder you started saying “John, I’m sorry but I just-” but you got interrupted immediately.

“No. Stop. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’re just being ungrateful. I arranged a vacation for you, to bloody Miami, and you say you can’t go because you won’t be able to take care of your adult parents for two weeks?” he snapped unexpectedly.

Your jaw dropped. Did he just say that? No, unacceptable. You would not let anyone talk down on things you held close to heart, and especially not your parents. You felt your face heat up with anger and your body fill up with adrenaline. This was not gonna be pretty.

“You did not just say that…” you started, still in disbelief. “How dare you say that?!” you spat, raising your voice at him. “Don’t you dare talk down on my parents! You know damn well how special they are to me. They have helped me so much in my life, they gave me the childhood every child deserves. The very least I can do to return the favor is to take care of them” you were almost shouting at this point, tears had begun streaming down your face. “But I guess you don’t understand that, you don’t have your parents” you muttered and you regretted every word of that sentence the second they were said.

“What did you just say?” John began quietly. You frantically shook your head. “No… no, I’m so sorry John. I didn’t mean to say that” you tried but it was too late. “Did I hear that right?” he raised his voice. “You’re standing there, shouting at me for ‘talking down on your parents’ and then you proceed to add that you assume I don’t understand because I don’t HAVE any parents?” he, too, was shouting now. “Do you hear yourself right now?” he asked angrily. You didn’t answer, you were in chock. You had to admit you were a little scared even. “I said, do you hear what you are saying right now?” he repeated with a military-like voice. You couldn’t handle this, you had to get away from this situation. You quickly grabbed your purse and wallet, put on your shoes and grabbed a coat, stormed out the front door and one second later you were gone. You didn’t know where you were going though. You couldn’t go to your parents house, you didn’t want to bother them having to explain what had just gone down. Your only, and best, friend was away on vacation, so you couldn’t escape to her house either. Ha, ironic, you thought to yourself.

You were just walking with no destination. You passed a pub, stopped, took a few steps back and decided to have a look. You entered the bar and was greeted by the smile of a middle aged man standing behind the bar. He was holding several bottles at once, making drinks for the people sat on the bar stools in front of him. You simply smiled back to him and took a seat on a free bar stool.

“What can I get for a lady like you?” the man asked politely. You gave him a fake smile. What was ‘a lady like you’ supposed to mean?

“I want a glass of whatever the strongest alcohol you have in store” you answered while straightening your back. The man looked surprised but then nodded, immediately getting started on your drink. One moment later the drink was put on the table in front of you. “That’ll be £4 then” the bartender said, still with that ridiculous smile on his face. You started digging in your wallet for some money as a male voice was heard behind you. “I’ll pay for that” the man said. You turned around to see who this man was and when you looked up you saw a tall man with slicked back hair, wearing an expensive-looking suit. He looked like the typical red-flag-guy. You’ve met a lot of those in your life, so you knew one when you saw one. You shook your head telling him you had money of your own, but thanking him for his kindness. “No, no, I’ll pay. A lady like you shouldn’t have to pay for her drinks” the man insisted, a distasteful grin showing up on his face. What’s it with all these creepy men and saying ‘a lady like you’, you thought. At this point you had almost finished your drink, but that man was not going to give up on you any time soon. You were getting tired of his ‘but you’re such a pretty lady’ and ‘I bet you I could treat you better than your man at home, I mean, why are you at a pub alone anyway?’ bullshit. You took a last sip of your drink and slammed it down on the table, catching the people around you's attention. “Fine, you can pay for my drink” you said monotonically. “But don’t you ever call me a ‘pretty lady’ again”.

Grabbing your purse you stood up and walked out the door. You had had enough. With a fast pace you instinctually started walking back home. After a few minutes of walking you felt a wave of fear wash over you. The anxiety kicked in and suddenly you were crying. You were not far away from home when you started running for your life. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, rain started pouring down. What was wrong with these men?! Can’t they leave a woman alone? The adrenaline made you run faster than you thought was possible but you suddenly stopped when you realized you had reached your front door. Your first instinct was to just open the door but you soon got reminded of what had happened before you left. So instead you took a few deep breaths and gently knocked on the door while trying to pull yourself together. But as the door opened and a man you deep down loved so dearly stood in the doorway with a tired smile, you lost it. You ran into his arms and to your relief he put his arms around you and held you close to his chest. Hearing his heartbeat immediately calmed you down and you closed the door behind the two of you. John helped you out of your clothes and into new warm ones. He made you a cup of tea and sat down beside you on the couch. He did keep a small distance though.

“I’m so sorry, John, I really am. It was a horrible thing for me to say” you shuddered, still cold from the rain. You could hear a quiet sigh come from John.

“It was, yes. But I forgive you, y/n” he said calmly, nothing like how he had shouted at you only hours ago. “Besides, the things I said - that was not okay. You’re never ungrateful, and I know how much your parents mean to you. I’m sorry, really sorry” he said and looked down to his feet. You could tell he was ashamed of earlier. But you were too, and you were going to forgive him. You stroked his cheek with your cold hand and made him look at you. “I forgive you, John. And I know, I shouldn’t worry so much about my parents. They’re adults and can take care of themselves just fine. I just feel guilt over not giving them the love they deserved when they gave me everything as a child. I guess this is my way of saying ‘thank you’ to them”. John took your hand from his cheek and held it in his. “You don’t need to explain, love. You’re too good for this world, and what you’re doing is more than enough” he told you. John’s words hit you like an arrow in your heart. It was like his words were the only piece missing in the puzzle that was your life.

Squeezing his hands you looked up into his beautiful hazel eyes, and you breathed out. “I want to go with you to Miami” you said. John’s eyes shot open and a smile appeared on his face. “What?” he said, surprised. “I said, I want to go with you to Miami” you laughed, knowing damn well he heard you the first time. John jumped up from the couch, his hands still in yours as he pulled you up with him. He grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. When he put you down, you were laughing so much your stomach hurt. John placed his index finger under your chin to make you look at him, and when you did, he pulled your face closer to his and kissed you right on your lips. It was a kiss of pure happiness and you couldn’t help but smile like a child on christmas. This was love, if anything.

John broke away from the kiss and inspected your face for a moment before speaking. “Well, we better get to packing then. The plane is at nine tomorrow morning”. You let out a giggle before giving him a peck on the lips, typical John.

The next morning you were woken up by a loud knocking on the door. You rubbed your eyes trying to see anything in the bright bedroom. You were looking for the clock on the bedside table and after trying to see what time it was you successfully read 8 a.m. You put the clock back on the bedside table and as you were about to lay back down you were hit with realization. 8 a.m?! The plane to Miami was leaving in an hour! Oh no… this was not good. You turned your head to look at John, who was of course still fast asleep. You shook his shoulders and gently patted his cheeks a couple times. He let out groans and mutters, letting you know he was at least half awake.

“John, wake up! It’s 8 a.m, if you don’t get out of bed in ten seconds we’re going to miss the flight” you informed him while getting up to open to see who was knocking on the door. Looking through the peephole on the door you saw three men with matching outfits and similar haircuts. Knowing exactly who these three men were, you opened the front door, preparing yourself for the worst. Through the door stormed George, Paul and Ringo. They immediately rushed into the bedroom to find John sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Why’s it always you John?” Ringo asked irritably.

“Go on, out of bed you go” said George while pulling on John’s arms to help him.

Paul simply stood in the doorway with crossed arms and a smile of disbelief on his face. “What were you two up to last night? This room’s a bloody mess” he laughed. John didn’t. “Shut up” he simply replied.

You were in the hallway packing the last few things for your trip. The only thing everyone waited on now was for John to get dressed so you could leave for the airport. You had called your parents the night before, telling them about your trip. You were nervous but struck by relief when your mom basically begged for you to go. She explained how they could take care of themselves, besides, you were not going to leave them forever. It was only two weeks after all. “I’ll come over and water your plants every few days, alright?” she had said over the phone. A smile had made its way to your face and you answered with an “Alright, mom”. It had been quiet for a while as your mom spoke again “Just don’t miss us too much, okay, honey?” she sounded almost concerned. And as a wave of sadness washed over you, you said “Can’t promise you that, mom”. You said your goodbyes and hung up.

As you came back to reality after reliving the memories of your conversation with your mother from last night, John, Paul, George and Ringo stood in front of you in the hallway with sweet smiles. You smiled and nodded before opening the door. You let the four boys out of the house and before closing the door you took a last peek inside. Why was it so hard to leave home? you sighed for yourself. Maybe it was the separation from what you loved most that gave you this extreme anxiety? You didn’t come up with an answer and your thoughts got interrupted by a car honking at you. You quickly turned around to see Paul’s hand waving at you, signaling for you to get in the car. You mouthed a “I’m coming” and turned to the front door again. Crouching down you lifted up the doormat and stuck a key under it, in case your mom should stop by.

Exhaling deeply you got up and started walking away from the house. You stepped into the car and sat down next to John. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, giving you comfort. “It’ll be alright, darling. It’s only two weeks, remember?” he whispered so only you would hear him. You didn’t look at him, afraid you would break down again, but you smiled and stroked your thumb over the back of his hand. You were so grateful to have a man like John in your life, and not one of those obnoxious men at the pub. He knew how to treat you the way a woman deserves, and for that you loved him more than words can explain.

The car started rolling and you looked over to John to meet his eyes. He smiled and quietly said “Let’s go to Miami”. A broad smile soon appeared on your face as genuine happiness filled your body. “Yeah, let’s go to Miami” you replied, putting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. Yeah... maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

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ZHONGLI

✦ D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

★ When he thought about his future with you, it was difficult for him to not consider the bleak emptiness that he would feel when you inevitably left him due to your mortal lifespan. It made his heart ache in ways he thought were never possible.

★ The majority of the people he knew, even the ones that weren’t quite human, were dead.

★ But he reminded himself of the memories that he’d make along the way until that time would be ones he would cherish forever.

Your muscles ached and your head was beginning to grow heavy with some much-needed sleep. Today your work had been stressful, draining your energy, and you were looking forward to relaxing and spending time with your partner.

When you got back and glanced around your home, you noticed that Zhongli was nowhere to be found.

“I’m home!” You called out, hoping to find him. Perhaps he was just somewhere where you couldn’t see him. However, when you got no response, you started to grow worried.

You searched your home, peering into every room and finally you spotted him sitting on the end of your shared bed. In his hands was a photo album filled with the pictures that the two of you had taken throughout your relationship. He flicked through the pages with a saddened smile on his face.

“Hey, Zhongli, are you okay?” You made your way over to him, sitting behind him so you could rest your chin on his shoulder, taking a quick glance at the photos.

He only nodded, worried that if he spoke then all of his emotions would come tumbling out of him. Leaning his head against yours, he breathed in deeply, inhaling your comforting scent.

“I do not want to lose you, but I know I inevitably will.”

You sighed, understanding where his rooted thoughts were coming from. “All things come to an end eventually.” Your fingers undid his rat-tail and massaged his scalp. “Think of it this way, if we were together for eternity, Teyvat wouldn’t be able to handle us,” you chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.

Zhongli smiled weakly in return. “I love you, my dear.”

✦ H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

★ Your partner liked to share as much with you as possible as he loved to teach you things and explain moments in his and Teyvat’s history. But with all the knowledge he had, he would inevitably not be able to tell you all of it.

★ His memory was eroding with time so he would forget some of the things he would adore to tell you.

★ He wouldn’t purposefully keep information from you as he wanted you to accept him as he is, even with everything he’s done in his life. Zhongli would just hold it back to try and tell you at the right moment.

The idea of learning how to make tea had sparked in your mind earlier that day. Zhongli adored making both of you a cup of his newest blend, so you thought you could learn how to do it to surprise him with your own special one.

You had all the necessary ingredients and equipment, but the actual process of making the tea was a lot more difficult than you had realised. You were so absorbed in focusing on pouring some blended herbs in the cup at the correct temperature, that you didn’t notice your partner had arrived home and had begun to watch you.

“My dear,” he called out from the doorway, causing you to jump, “it’s more efficient if you hold the teapot’s handle with one hand and use the other to hold the lid on. That way you won’t cause yourself any spillages.”

Watching you attempt to make tea awakened something in him that he didn’t realise was buried there. It made his face warm and his heart swell with pride, even if you weren’t doing too good of a job.

You huffed in annoyance. “This is a lot harder than it looks. How do you get it to taste so good? Mine either tastes like regular tea or isn’t stomachable at all.”

“May I?” He motioned to the table in front of you, asking silently if he could clear it away and start anew. When he had done just that, he stood behind you, pressed up against you so that he could control your hands. Zhongli talked you through what he was doing, explaining each step in great detail so that you understood where you had been going wrong almost immediately.

“Did you know that a few millenniums ago, the people of Liyue had not even heard of the concept of tea?” He said as you waited for the tea to blend.

“Really?” You had to stifle your laughter. “Your life must have been incomplete. When did it come around?”

“Well, it was known as a medicine beforehand but it had more useful properties other than healing, so the new name for a nicer tasting drink became known as tea.”

When the tea was ready, the two of you settled down and tried it. You readied yourself for a peculiar taste, but it never arrived. It still wasn’t as amazing as your partner’s usual cups, but it was better than you had expected.

Zhongli smiled at your expression. “You will perfect the craft with time and I will be there to help you along the way.”

✦ I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

★ Ever since the two of you met, even when you weren’t dating yet, you helped him to experience more of life that he didn’t realise he was missing out on. Due to his age, your partner thought that he no longer had much to do in Teyvat, having explored nearly every nook and cranny of the world.

★ He simply stayed within the confines of Liyue and tried to meet as many new people as he could to quench his thirst for knowledge.

★ When he met you, you tried to get him to explore more and experience more fun things in life. He managed to find the joys of Teyvat again.

It had taken a lot of persuading, including methods using several sad hugs and kisses, but finally, your partner had agreed to join you on your trip to Mondstadt, just to make you happy. You approached the gates of the city, walking hand in hand over the bridge and swinging his arm in your joy. You couldn’t help but be excited that he had agreed to your request.

“You do know I have been to this city before, right? I have seen everything there is and I know a fair amount about its history and the people’s ways of living. The only reason I have not returned is due to that drunkard bard.” He shuddered at the thought. Your term was that if the bard he spoke of spotted him, he would attempt to hide rather than interact with him.

“Of course I do, but when was the last time you visited?” You smiled at him, knowing that your question would only deliver the answers you wanted.

“Just under a millennia ago I would say, though the years are a little blurred together.”

“That was ages ago! Life in Mondstadt has surely changed since then.”

Zhongli’s eyes widened when he stepped foot into the city. The buildings were decorated from head to toe, bunting strung between them so that strange shadows were cast onto the cobbled streets. This was one of the reasons you had so desperately wanted him to come with you; the Ludi Harpastum festival was in full swing.

The tradition had only begun a couple of hundred years ago, so your partner had only ever heard of the event and never participated in it, meaning it took him by surprise to encounter a liveliness he had never experienced before.

You grinned at him, admiring his awed expression. “Surprise!” Tugging on his hand, you led him forwards. “Come on! Let’s go!”

The two of you walked around all day. You tried special foods that were only available for a limited time, and you played mini-games to earn little prizes. He found that he was enjoying himself thoroughly, especially when he bested you at the games, getting to see your determined face when you challenged him again with the promise that you wouldn’t lose anymore.

When the day came to a close, Zhongli led you up to Starsnatched Cliff, wanting to do something for you as you had done to him.

“This seems to be one of the places that has not changed since I last visited.”

As you watched the sunset, sitting atop the cliff with your head against his chest, your partner turned up your chin and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Thank you for getting me to come out here, for making me see that there is always something new to learn and experience.”

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