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91percentpynch · 3 years

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Why do you only call me when you‘re high? - a kevaaron au

this is the second part of my kevaaron au,,, you can find part one here this one‘s out of aaron‘s point of view, i hope you enjoy it <33 get your tissues ready, this one‘s rather sad:) and trigger warnings: mention of drug abuse and homophobia,,, also sorry this one‘s rather short? i still hope you guys enjoy it!!

check this out to find the other parts:)

Every single day he called him. At two in the morning. High and honest. Every single day he told him he loved him. Every single day he got ignored.

He stopped counting the days after a month, or two. It was hard for Aaron to tell apart the days that passed where smaragd eyes weren’t the first thing he saw in the morning. It was just a blur of studying, getting high, calling him.

Aaron never was someone who believed in love. Or fate. Or destiny. He wasn’t exactly a person who believed in much. Or something at all.

The only reason he ever believed in himself were smaragd green eyes looking at him as he could make it, a rare half smile when he aced an exam, the laughter when he made stupid science jokes. But he lost those things. Lost those things because all he knew was how to lie, how to fake, how to push away.

“Love is meant to be felt between men and women” his mother used to say. And he knew better than to disagree. Knew better than to question the words she said or decisions she made. At the end of the day it was always “Believe her or feel her anger” and out of these two options believing her felt so much easier.

Aaron remembered the day he fell in love with Kevin Day on these lonely nights. When the moon greeted the lover he could never have, like he himself. It was not easy, it was messy and chaotic and rough. But how could the sin ever be easy? How could falling in love with God’s favourite fallen angle ever be anything else than messy and rough? Falling in love with Kevin Day was one of the hardest things he has ever done, yet it was the best decision he ever made. It were the small moments, stolen glance, forbidden touches that made his heart yearn the other boy’s presence.

Thinking back Aaron knew he made a mistake. Thinking back Aaron has always known he would never love anyone like he loved Kevin. But thinking back that way was something he didn’t exactly enjoy doing. Something he needed himself stop doing. Something he cannot do as it is wrong and unnatural. But if it’s unnatural and wrong, how did it make him feel so good? How did it make him feel like he was high? Without these terrible pills, without the weed he needed to fall asleep on his own?

It’s this high he misses the most. The smell of sweat and freedom. Smaragd eyes on him, sparkling as if he were the personification of Exy. It’s the feeling of being free, of the pain going numb, away even.

At two am, when he allowed himself a drag on his joint. When he allowed himself to swallow some of the funny looking pills. When the pain went numb and his mind was clear when Aaron allowed himself to think. To think about Kevin. To remember his laugh, a sound like a choir of angels singing. His smile so bright it made the sun jealous for its brightness. His eyes clear and sparkling when he talked about history. His back against his chest, steady breathing, soft hands above his own.

It’s at two am that he let’s himself remember the stolen kisses in between classes. Their study sessions which would more often end up in a make up session in a hidden corner of the library. Aaron lets himself remember the hugs from behind, a head resting on his own telling him how beautiful he is. It’s when he gets the hoodie out of his closet. Faded orange with a 02 Day on it. The smell of Kevin long gone, but if he tries hard enough he can still smell the ghost of the striker on it.

It’s those late nights he will wear the hoodie, smoking, getting his phone out and dialing the number as if he was on autopilot.

“This is the voice message of Kevin Day. You know what to do?”

“It’s Aaron. Again. Remember when I asked you on our first date. Or was that you? Anyways we went to the watch the sunset. All pretty fucking romantic. But all I could really think of was how the stupid ass sunset made your hair look so ridicously beautiful. As if you weren’t already beautiful enough, asshole. I miss your stupid voice. I miss your stupid face. I miss your stupid lips on me. Please come back to me”

It was the same as always. Really. Every single fucking day Aaron would tell Kevin about a date they once had. Every single fucking day Aaron would tell Kevin that he missed him, that he should come back.

“Come back”, he would whisper to himself laughing hysterically. “You left him you fucking moron”

And at those late nights he would often ask himself why the fuck he left the best thing he had in his miserable life. Was it the inner voice telling him how wrong it was? Was he just unable to love? Was he unable to feel happiness and accept it? He had yet to find an answer to that question.

Another starless night, another black hole of a day, another joint, another trembling hand dialing the number. But this day should be different than the rest. This day Kevin should take the call.

The line was silent. Aaron could only hear his breathing. Even, but not calm.

“What keeps you up at night?”, Aaron would as after what feels like an eternity. It could only have been seconds or minutes, maybe an hour, maybe not.

“The thought that I was stupid enough to believe you would stay”, said Kevin’s husky voice. The voice after he cried or just got up.

“Please tell me you just woke up”, Aaron whispered knowing the answer would not like the answer he would get

“Why the fuck would i get up at 2 am, just because my stupid phone rings every single fucking day which would remind me of you and only throw me deeper into this fucking black hole. Tell me. C’mon, what have I done this time? Why do you only call me when you’re high Aaron?”

"Because it's easier to be honest when it's two a.m. And I'm alone in my room with a bit of weed. It's easier to accept that I love you and that i made the biggest mistake in my life by ever thinking I could live without you. Because I only ever get high when I miss you by my side. Because accepting the fact that I love you, with every inch of my being, is easier when the pain is numb and the voices are quiet. Because I miss you and I can only accept that I fucked up when I‘m high or else it will drive me mad"

“Does it bring you joy to break my heart Aaron? Tell me, do you enjoy putting me through pain? Your lies are like little knives cutting through my heart, as viciously like the ones Riko dragged down Jean’s rips as a punishment for my mistakes. Please, just. Don’t. I get it. I wasn’t good enough for you. But this has to stop. It won’t help. It will just make things worse for me. It was just a little game for you, nothing serious. Probably a lot of fun seeing how fucking stupid I was. Did you tell Katelyn? Did you two laugh about my stupidity? My nativity? Don’t bother answering that, I want a bit of my dignity. Some of my heart to remain unbroken, so it can beat a little longer. Maybe even long enough to get over you. So please, just. Stop ”

Aaron might not be able to see the tears running down the once so beautiful cheeks, the sparkle in the smaragd eyes dying with each word, but he could hear it in the way the voice broke off, the sobs that escaped his mouth, the Irish accent that got thicker when Kevin was emotional or sad or upset. Before he could answer Kevin was gone.

“You were too good for me”, Aaron whispered into the void. “You were way too fucking good for me. You made me a better man. And I fucked up”

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #kevaaron #ship: kevaaron

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thatkidwhodreams · 4 years

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Blind Date

Warnings: Some swearing, remember texts are in bold and italics

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Summary: Your best friend has set you up on a date with a mystery man how will you take it?

Word Count: 2136

“WHAT?!!”

You had just heard the news from your dear friend Lorelai that she had set you up to go on a blind date with one of her other friends. To say you were pissed would have been an understatement.

“I would like to apologise, but you did always talk about how lonely you were and how you didn’t want to die alone. The funny thing is this guy I’ve set you up with is exactly the same and I wanted to put you both out of your misery.” She smiled sweetly.

You wanted to slap that smile right off her face. She knew that you hated the concept of blind dates. You didn’t like how it was a complete stranger and imagine a first date gone bad with an ugly man. Who in the world would want that? Not to mention the embarrassment you’d both feel if things didn’t work out. What if it was a fine man who looked like Massimo from that Netflix movie and you looked like a mere unattractive woman.

There were a lot of thoughts which went through your head as you thought whether the idea of a blind date would be good. You didn’t see what you had to lose but there were a lot of things that could go wrong. Especially with you watching blind date videos on YouTube and seeing how they always ended up having the deadest conversations with one another. You definitely did not want that. You’d rather talk to yourself than with someone who couldn’t keep a conversation going (which you had done multiple times) it was just exhausting having to think of something to get the other person to think of something to say that wasn’t “yeah”, “me too”, “okay”, “cool” or “same” the list could have gone on.

“I’ll think about it. What’s this guy’s name anyway?” You asked.

She looked at her nails and said “his name is Shawn, don’t worry he’s fine as hell. Your typical Prince Charming tall, dark and handsome.”

“Hey, I thought I was the one going on this date with him. The way you make him out to be does not sound too bad at all.” You said as you nodded your head. Her mini description of him checked all the boxes for a perfect man in your head. But the real question was whether he had dead convo or not.

“So say I did go, when is this thing scheduled?”

“Tomorrow.” Lorelai replied. “You honestly don’t have much time to think. Besides you wouldn’t want to let Prince Charming down. I’ve already sent him a picture of you because he was curious and he liked what he was seeing. You are a sight for sore eyes sis.”

“So you can show him a pic of me without my permission but I don’t know what on earth he looks like? At least you know him and he’s not a complete stranger.” You said, sighing.

“Oh, silly me. I mean I was waiting till you actually met him so you can faint but I guess you can see a picture now.” She pulled out her phone and searched for the so-called Prince in her camera roll.

She turned the phone to you and you are indeed impressed. It looked like a picture taken not so long ago, Shawn appeared to have the most beautiful chocolate curls which hung from his head into his face. He did need a bit of a haircut but if this date became something more you would tell him. His 6’2 frame wasn’t that tall compared to your 5’10 one but you knew you would have giant kids one day.

You instantly shook your head and started questioning why you were thinking about a future with him all of a sudden. This was just going to be a tester that would most likely not work out. You laughed at how you thought of yourself ever being with someone was an experiment like you and the one who would date you were lab rats for your own scientific experiments.

You stood up and you heard your phone chime. You looked at the message and it appeared to be from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey x

The message read. You were really confused as to why anyone would say hey to you with an x. You were a grown woman for crying out loud, not some teen trying to score a date. You quickly replied.

You: I’m sorry, can I ask who this is? You may have the wrong number. This is not your teenage girlfriend.

After sending the message you groaned. Lorelai looked up and asked what was wrong you told her that a random number was texting you and as soon as you said that she had a look of realisation on her face.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I forgot to tell-“

“I swear Lorelai if you forget to tell me anything else I will kick you out of my house and I will stand that friend of yours up. Would you like that, huh?”

Lorelai straightened up and to say she looked terrified was an understatement.

“Start talking NOW!” You shouted. The audacity of the bitch honestly, she set you up on some date and doesn’t reveal the whole package that comes with it.

“I may have also given Shawn your number so he can contact you. You know, get to know each other a little so you know that one of you isn’t a psychopath.”

You shook your head and looked down at your phone as you received another message from the unknown number.

Unknown: I’m sorry, is this not Y/N? My apologies if it isn’t but I’ll have you know that I’m not a teenager! I‘m a grown ass man who thought this was my date. Also this is Shawn”

You managed to laugh at that response. Lorelai stared at you with a smile and said “so you’re getting it on now eh?”

“We are not getting anything on! Now go away”

“Lorelai held her hands up and said “sorry, sorry”

You quickly saved the number to your contacts as Shawn and responded to his message.

You: I’m sorry I thought you were someone else. Yes this is Y/N. Lorelai told me so much about you.

You tried to appear as friendly as possible seeing as you hadn’t gotten off to a good start.

Shawn: Same here. I must say you’re a sight for sore eyes. I cannot wait to meet you tomorrow.

You were flattered by his comments even though Lorelai had just told you exactly the same thing. Were you really a sight for sore eyes? You thought, maybe you really did have a chance of this becoming something more. You quickly typed.

You: Me neither I’ll be counting the minutes.

You might have just lied to him a little. You were counting the hours, but the hours left until disaster. You decided to head to bed and Lorelai insisted on staying the night to help you get ready. You were still a little annoyed at her so you told her to sleep on the sofa even though you had space on the bed.

The next morning, you were dreading getting up because that meant hours of panic and a day with Lorelai was enough, you didn’t need another.

You grabbed your phone and saw that Shawn had texted you.

Shawn: Good morning beautiful❤️

That was sweet. No one had ever done that for you before, yes you had been lonely your whole life. You replied.

You: Good morning.

You didn’t exactly know what else to do than to say it back. You were also testing to see if he cared enough to carry on a conversation and not just leave it at that.

Shawn: 660 minutes and 30 seconds

You were a little confused so you checked the time and it was nearly 8:00. You googled how much time from 8:00 to 19:00 and indeed it was 660 minutes.

You: Wow you’ve been counting haven’t you.

Shawn: I would love to say I have but just like you probably just did, I googled it.

You laughed. This man was exactly like you were. You sent him a short message of see you later and :D which was a little weird but you had to get ready.

Shawn had brightened your mood a little when the devil herself Lorelai walked in and bothered your spirits.

“Good Morninnnggggg, I hope you slept well bitch because you’ve got a big day ahead of you. Plus I don’t wanna see no eye bags.” She said and you rolled your eyes.

“Leave me and my eye bags alone okay. It’s part of the luggage.” You laughed at your little joke. “Get it bags, luggage?” Lorelai only shook her head.

“Get in the shower now bitch you stink.” She said as she shoved you inside the shower. You didn’t take long in the shower usually but just to annoy her this time you took half an hour. Lorelai started banging on the door and you knew you had gotten to her.

Somehow the devil managed to pick the lock and invade your shower. She opened the curtains and you screamed and turned the shower head to her. She shrieked and held her hand out as if it would do anything. You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed your towel to cover up quickly.

“What the fuck Y/N?!”

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck you?! Why did you do that?”

“You were taking too long! Jeez I didn’t know it was a crime to pick locks nowadays.” Lorelai said as she rolled her eyes.

“Actually yes it is a freaking crime! Are you stupid? How many people have you done that to?” You asked

“No one, just you. And my boyfriend, and that guy that came to use my bathroom after we fucked. Oh and my brother because he deserved it.” She laughed.

You gasped and shook your head. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The devil has been nominated for the peeping Tom award. You came out of the bathroom and told her to get out so you could change.

You walked around in comfortable clothes for the next few hours. Every hour Shawn would send you a message and it would be him counting the minutes left till you met. Your heart fluttered every time you received a text from him.

It was nearing 6pm when you decided to get ready. You got out your favourite black dress and red heels. You could never go wrong with black. Lorelai helped you with your makeup, you weren’t sure how you managed to trust her with your face but it happened.

You received another message from Shawn but this time it wasn’t how many minutes you had till your date it was.

Shawn: Hey muffin I’m coming to pick you up in 10 minutes.

You: Muffin? And how do you know where I live?

Shawn: Lorelai gave me your address. Don’t worry she only gave it to me for the purpose of the date not so I can stalk you. Although I did look at your house through google maps and damn Y/N when can we move in together?

You burst out laughing when Shawn sent you this message. You didn’t know he could be so funny. You couldn’t wait for this date to happen. You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought you looked good. All that was left was for you to wait for Shawn.

For the next 10 minutes you and Lorelai were busy making microwaved brownies and boy did that shit burn badly. You both managed to laugh away your sadness as you were both looking forward to eating some when you heard a knock on the door.

You opened the door to find a figure towering over you. You looked up to find Shawn with a handful of roses and he handed them over to you. You said a quick ‘thank you’ as you examined him. His hair was nicely styled but still long as ever. His red suit coordinated with your black dress and you could not forget the bright smile which stood on his face. He was absolutely breathtaking and you were stunned when you saw him do a quick bow and proceed to speak.

“Well my beautiful muffin, shall we?” You took his hand as he led you to his car. You both got in and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. Shawn appeared to be in the same boat as you were as he couldn’t stop looking at you. You blushed a little until he started the car and you drove off to your destination.

Part 2?

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^^This is where I clocked that I don’t have friends😂.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this hence why I love this with all my heart. Yes I am 5′10. I actually laughed a few times whilst writing this. Do you think it’s creepy that Shawn was counting the minutes? I find it really sweet that people actually like my writing, so thank you. Tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated I don’t bite I promise❤️.

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odd-birds-and-booksellers · 4 years

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Prompt 12 and 45 would be great. I love your stories. Its great to see that people are still writing about them. So thanks for that. I‘m always happy when I see a new fanfiction from you.

To Be Where You Are

“What are you doing here?” Jo inwardly cursed, she knew that voice, she’d recognise it anywhere but did he really have to be here now. Sighing Jo rubbed her palms against her eyes before lifting her head off the bar where she'd been trying to drown her sorrows.

“It’s a bar.” She mutters, eyeing up Alex suspiciously, she’d heard he was only in town for the week and by heard she’d made Link get Amelia to ask Meredith so she knew how long she’d have to be hiding out around the hospital. Annoyingly enough this wasn't the first time she'd seen Alex since he left. Unfortunately, their paths had crossed several times apparently, he couldn’t come home to tell Jo he was leaving her but hey Maggie’s wedding, Nurse Clara’s funeral and Yang’s visit were important enough. She’d vowed to be civil with him and by vowed Link had dragged her drunk from Maggie’s wedding after she’d tried to throw a shoe at Alex’s head. Despite claiming she wasn’t mad at him, four tequilas in and she could be mad...very mad. Which is why now is a dangerously bad time for him to show up.

“You look very dressed up for a bar,” Alex grumbles taking a seat beside her, somehow over the years, they’d managed to hold a few conversations, mainly small talk like they were just ex-colleagues.

If Jo was honest she really didn’t wanna share the excruciating fact that she’d been on a date that clearly hadn’t ended well since she was here drinking alone with her ex-husband, she really didn’t fancy seeing the pity in his eyes as he expressed how sorry he was for 100th time for leaving the way he did. She hated when he did that...apologised. He’d found her in the hospital the day after Maggie’s wedding and asked if she wanted to talk, a little late if you ask her, there was nothing left to say he was with Izzie, he was a father and a chief at a new hospital and she was here. She was happy he was happy...honestly, she was.

“I don’t have to explain my dress choices to you.” She narrows her eyes at him, shifting in her seat to lean further away from him, hating the heat prickling up her arm at his closeness. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a bar.” Alex mimics her earlier statement, signalling towards the bartender. “A beer please and whatever she’s drinking.”

“I don’t...” Jo begins to protest.

“I know you don't need me to…” Alex snaps, cutting her off as the bartender places two drinks down between them, eyeing them up suspiciously.

Jo sighs accepting the drink, muttering her thanks, she notices how Alex grips his beer bottle so tightly his knuckles turn white, turning in her chair to look at him properly she finally takes in his appearance. She usually avoids his gaze, it's too painful to look at him, her heart always seems to cry out for him like it can’t seem to understand he doesn't want her anymore. “Crappy day?”

“Extremely crappy.” Alex nods taking a large sip of his beer. He looks tired, dark bags under his eyes and his two-day stubble making him appear a lot older than he is.

“Sorry…” Jo mumbles biting her lip like she wanted to ask more but couldn't bring herself to.

Alex laughs softly shaking his head. “Why are you sorry, aren’t you supposed to be wishing my misery?”

“No.” Jo pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing before she continues. “No, I’m not wishing your misery, Alex.”

“I would if I was you.”

“Well you’re not...I’m more mature than you.”

“Sure you are.” Alex spins on his bar stool so he's facing her, she’s smirking at him, her eyes dancing and for a second just a second there is no big history between them, no unspeakable pain, they're just Alex and Jo. But that soon fades, the second their eyes meet the happiness begins to drain from Jo’s eyes.

“I don’t wish misery on you, Alex, I’m...I’m happy you're happy.” She admits, looking down at her drink like the bottom of the glass is suddenly so interesting.

Ah if only he was happy, truth is he and Izzie had hit a wall while ago, he’d been living out of a hotel near the hospital he worked for 6 months now and when he got the call to say Meredith was showing early signs of Alzheimer's he'd insisted to be here for the tests, anything was better than watching Izzie's prick of a boyfriend tell him how working on a farm was harder work than a surgeon, apparently, surgery didn’t count as working with your hands.

“I’m the biggest screw up in this bar. I thought I was doing good, making the right choices. How am I still here in this place of just nothingness?”

Jo wasn’t entirely sure what he was on about but clearly, it wasn’t just a bad day he was having. “You know that’s not how life works right? You can’t plan for anything. You gave it your best go, it’s not over just try again.” She suggested her voice squeaking uncontrollably.

Is she talking about herself or Izzie? Alex wonders, taking another big gulp of his beer, hoping if he reached the bottom of the bottle he’d somehow numb the pain he was currently feeling.

“You know moping around in a bar when you should be at home in Kansas is probably not helping your problems.” Jo points out.

Alex nods, sighing deeply. “I’m just not ready to go back yet…” If it wasn’t for his kids who he loved more than life itself he’d have high tailed it out of Kansas a long time ago. The days spent without his kids felt like he was living someone else’s life.

He looked so down so broken and Jo was annoyed at how much her heart hurt for him like she wanted to reach out and comfort him, make it all better because seeing him hurt made her hurt far more than seeing him happy.

“We’re gonna need another round of shots,” Jo called waving over the bartender.

“You’re not the biggest screw up in this bar Alex,” Jo admits giving him a half-smile as she nods her thanks at the bartender. “I was on a date. That’s why I’m dressed up like this.”

Alex raises his head in surprise as he looks up at Jo, she looks uncomfortable in a deep blue satin dress that clings to her nicely. Looking around quickly to see if anyone was making their way over but no one seemed to be and no one had appeared in the time Alex had been here which seemed insane because if he’d been on a date with Jo looking like that she wouldn’t be sitting here alone at the end of the night. She looked incredible.

“Didn’t end well?”

Was this awkward talking to Alex about her love life? Everything had always been so easy between them, right from when they first met there was some unspoken connection that made Jo wanna tell him all her darkest secrets, things she kept to herself for years.

“Yeah it’s fantastic that’s why I’m drinking alone.” She spits sarcastically knocking back her shot.

“Sorry...what happened?” Alex esquires hesitantly, throwing back his shot, he was gonna need it to hear about Jo with another man.

“Nothing...he was fine...he was lovely.”

Just not you.

He’s ruined her for all other men.

I swear you’re grumpy and angry most of the time but I loved when you held me tighter in your sleep and the way you’d try and hide your grin when I sang in the car and every tiny little thing that made you so damn perfect for me.

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way. You're happy without me

“I hate dates, I don’t think I’m a date person, I don’t like fancy restaurants, or the small portions or the funny tasting food with crap like cauliflower foam and I hate when they order for you and they feel the need to hold your hand like bitch I’m trying to eat here.” She rambles on shaking her hands around dramatically as Alex listens in silence. He’s not sure what to say, he knows all these things about her already.

“I dunno why I’m moping around, pretty sure he’s dodged a bullet with me.” She mutters, she leanings over the bar trying to grab the bottle of tequila to fill her own glass but Alex pulls her back down into the seat just as the bartender rounds the corner.

“Give us a tray.” He nods towards the guy.

“Don’t say that Jo.” He mumbles his hands still holding her shoulders gently from where he’d pulled her back.

“You’re gonna tell me how I’m a real catch and that’s why...l

“You had nothing-“

“-to do with you leaving, so you keep saying.”

You have everything to do with my staying though. He can’t tell her that though because she’s moving on clearly and it’s unfair to tell her that it’s her and it will always be her, especially because everyone would think it was because of him and Izzie splitting and her moving on. At least that’s what Meredith had said when she’d smacked him across the head for being so stupid and only just mentioning it now. He couldn’t be selfish with Jo anymore and the truth is even if he told her there’s no way she’d want him back after all the hurt he'd caused her and he still had the twins to think about, he couldn’t go anywhere without them.

“When are you going home?” Jo sighs shrugging out of his grip.

“End of the week. It was meant to be last week but Mer needs me here.” Alex tosses his drink winching at the taste or wincing at his reality, Mer doesn’t need him here she’s not complaining but he can��t help but he feel like he’s getting in the way like everyone has their place and he can’t seem to fit back in.

“Bullshit.”

“What” Alex's nose scrunches up.

“You heard me...B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T. Bullshit” She glowers at him, poking at his chest with each letter, she seems to have a newfound confidence two tequilas in. “Meredith's’ got people coming out of her arse, there are so many people running around her.”

Alex squeezed his eyes shut tight, she saw through him, he can’t put his walls up when she’s got a bloody key. “Well since we're sharing our screw ups, things weren’t that great when I left, I haven’t been living at home for six months. I get to see my kids Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. So to add my point earlier I really am the biggest screw up in this bar, hell in this city, in this country for that matter…” Alex grumbles, taking Jo’s next shot as well his own.

Jo’s breath hitches her eyes widened for a second like deer in headlights unsure how to process everything Alex had just said. “Wow, you’re really pitying yourself tonight huh?”

“It’s my pattern, things go good for a few years and then wrecking ball hits and I start all over again and I’m so tired of doing it.”

“Alex, that is just life, good things happen, bad things happen, you don’t have to start over every time sometimes you just have to stay and you have to fight and you’ll get back to the good stuff.”

Jo felt like she was betraying herself talking Alex through his relationship telling him to go fight for something that involved breaking her heart.

“Very wise words for a woman drinking alone.” She rolled her eyes resisting the urge to slap him, the only reason she wasn’t at the good stuff was that he hadn’t stayed to fight for them.

“Are you back at the good place...you know since I…” Alex trailed off, glancing at Jo who was looking straight ahead seemingly lost in thought.

Jo bit her lips, willing away the tears she could feel forming. “No...no I’m nowhere near the good place but I am trying.”

She wonders if she should just make her exit now but she can’t seem to move from her chair, the words whirling around her head. “I wish I was you know” she cocks her head to the side to look at him, trying to read what he was thinking. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

She takes the third shot before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. “I’m still sabotaging my own dates because the idea of letting someone in, having to get know someone is so long and painful and I just I don’t want to have to explain why I hate carrot cake and why I like to sleep furthest away from the door and I don’t wanna…” the words get caught in her throat, as one loan tear betrays her as it trails down her cheek.

“If you don’t want to then why do it?” Alex frowned his eyes following her tear as it hit the bar.

“Because I do I want all of it I do...I’m just scared” Jo shrugs, smiling softly.

“Me too.” Alex nods giving her a sympathetic smile.

Jo grabs her purse pushing off the bar stool, she needs to leave before anything else is said. It's too painful to watch him leave after admitting that she was still in love with him. “Go home, go try and fix whatever it is that’s going on, make it all worth it. Life is too short to be wasting time.”

Make it all worth it. That’s what Mer had said earlier, she was going on about losing her memory and making sure she told everyone how much they meant to her before she forgot who the hell everyone was. Alex has tried to protest and tell her if she was losing her memory it would be a bloody long time until she forgot him. Tell the people you love, you love them before it is too late, a bit cliche if you ask me.

“Take my advice. Go home, Alex.”

He was home, part of him was anyway. He waits for a second downing the last shot before leaving a couple of bills on the bar and follows her out.

“Jo...wait.” Breaking out into a light jog as he followed her out, he was surprised to find the skies had opened up, the rain pouring down onto the car park, blocking his vision. He could just about make out Jo who was heading towards the main road looking down at her phone.

She looks up from her phone as she catches sight of him, trying to shelter her eyes from the pouring rain. “Yeah?”

He stops before her, shoving his hands in his pocket, completely drenched from the rain as it soaked through his shirt. “I wasn’t being completely truthful back there when I explained why I hadn’t gone back to Kansas.”

“Right?” Jo calls raising her voice over the sound of the rain.

“I left out something...pretty much the main reason I’m still here.” He yells squinting to see through the rain, she’s shivering as she wraps her arms around herself.

Alex immediately takes his jacket off, stepping forward to wrap it around her.

“Well, what was it?” She squeals, jumping as she feels the heat from Alex’s arms, he’s rubbing the side of her arms trying to keep her warm.

“If you give me a second I’m trying to tell you…” He growls.

“Oh...okay,” Jo mumbles her forehead creasing as she stares up at him, the cold rain hitting against her skin doing nothing to cool the fire burning from his hands on her. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay but…” Jo bites her lips as his eyes dart down to her lips and then back up to meet her gaze.

“I’m serious,” Alex mutters the sincerity in his eyes, scaring her slightly. “I forgot to mention that I’m...I’m still completely in love with you.”

And just like that, his lips crashed down on to hers.

Slowly making my way through all my requests. Wish That You Were Here by Florence + the Machine And I never minded being on my own then something broke in me and I wanted to go home, to be where you are.

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poeticaddiction · 4 years

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The Proposal (Jake Peralta x Reader)

Warnings: Language

,,It‘s so beautiful. If I were Y/N and you would be proposing to me I would want this exact same ring.“

Charles was admiring the ring that Jake was holding in his hand. Today was the big day. He had planned everything for 2 months now and could not believe he would be able to call you his fiancé in just a few hours.

,,I saw Y/N walking into the building. She should be here in a few minutes. Everything is settled. Mission ,,Make her say yes!“ is officially starting now!“, Terry shouted as everybody went back to their desks trying to look as normal as possible so you would not sense anything.

It was a typical Monday morning for you as you stepped out of the elevator and walked into the precinct,greeting your friends and colleagues and walking over to your boyfriend Jake.

,,Good Morning, love. You look beautiful as always.“

He mumbled against your lips as he kissed you softly and you looked into his eyes with a soft smile.

,,And you look pretty handsome. What do you think about dinner today? We could make some spaghetti and just relax?“

,,Sounds good. I‘ll do the cooking part when I get home so you can relax and then maybe we can have some sexy time.“

He winked which caused you to laugh as he watched you walk away to your desk, smiling to himself and being completely happy that he would ask you today if you want to spend the rest of your life with him

,,Peralta! Y/L/N! I need you in my office right now.“

Holt‘s voice echoed through the precinct as the two of you looked at each other with a confused facial expression before you followed the Captain into the office.

,,We got a case about a doctor who deals drugs at the local hospital. I need the two of you to take care of that. Here is your file.“

,,Uhhh I always wanted to pretend I‘m a Doctor.“

Jake said as you were looking though the file

,,Okay Dr. Peralta. Let‘s go.“

Only an hour later Jake and you stepped inside the hospital but instead of him wearing the doctor outfit it was you and he had to wear the nurse outfit.

,,Okay Sister Jake where do we head first.“

You said with a huge grin as he rolled his eyes and looked down at his clipboard.

,,Ha.ha very funny. You‘re lucky the thriftshop had no nurse outfit in your size. Although I must say that I would enjoy being examined by you Dr. Y/L/N“

,,Concentration Peralta.“

,,Yes right. I‘ll talk to a few nurses seeing if I can find something out. You should head over to a guy called Professor.Dr.Dr. Smith. He was the one who found the drugs. Geez how long did this man study to get that many PhD‘s.“

The two of you walked into two different directions and after a few minutes you were standing in front of Professor. Dr. Dr. Smiths office.

,,One of my nurses told me about Dr.Daniels and that he was apparently selling drugs to some of the patients. I trust Dr. Daniels because he‘s a great surgeon and always seemed like he was a great man but I also trust my nurse. That‘s why I need your help Detective Y/L/N. Many patients are here because they were addicted to drugs and imagine what would happen if the public finds out.“

,,Don‘t worry. I‘ll talk to Dr. Daniels. Where exactly is he right now?“

,,He‘s probably at the break room. It‘s room 305. Just head downstairs.“

What type of doctor would be that stupid to actually sell drugs at a hospital. But you had no time to think about it and headed straight to the break room where a very tall man with black hair was sitting and eating his tuna sandwich.

,,Dr. Daniels?“

,,Yes?“

,,My name is Dr.Clarke. I‘m a new surgeon here and Professor. Dr.Dr Smith told me I should introduce myself to you first because you‘re in charge of this hospital ward.“

,,No one told me we would have a new collegue. Where exactly are you from?“

,,uhm..Florida.“

,,Ahh. May it be that you‘ve worked at the St. Vincenz Hospital? You kind of remind me of someone.“

,,Yeah! The St. Vincenz. That‘s where I‘m from.“

,,Ha! There is no St.Vincenz Hospital in Florida! You b*tch are a f*cking cop!“

Before you could do something Daniels already threw his chair into your direction and blocked your way so that he could run out of the room.

,,Damn!“

You shouted and ran after him, grabbing the Walkie-Talkie out your pocket.

,,Jake. I got the drug dealer. He‘s currently on the run. I‘m close to room 305. The suspect is heading outside!“

,,Check. On my way!“

Daniels was pushing everything that was close to him onto your way so that you had to jump like you were trying to run a parkour.

,,NYPD! STOP RIGHT NOW!“

Of course he would not stop and with his legs that were almost 2 meters long he was way faster than you but as you saw that he was almost out of the door you saw your chance and ran into a patients room and jumped right though the window, landing on his tall body and pulling him straight to the ground.

,,Selling drugs to patients in the hospital. Running away from the police and calling me a bitch and having the damn evidence right in your pocket!“

You pulled out a plastic bag from the Docs coat and as you looked at it you were completely confused because there was a small velvet colored box inside of it.

,,What is this?“

,,Why don‘t you open it to find out?“

Jake‘s voice pulled you out of your thoughts because he was suddenly standing right in front of you. Your hand moved into the bag to pull out the little box and as you opened it you were even more confused.

,,A ring?“

Jake took the box out of your hand and kneeled down in front of you which caused your eyes to get completely wide due to the shock.

,,Y/N. We‘ve known each other for 6 years now. I remember the day we me at for the first time. I immediately fell in love with you. You thought that I was a completely idiot but still caught feelings for me somehow. You said you never wanted one of those romantic proposals everyone expects but something a little bit more crazy. I hope this was crazy enough and that‘s why I‘m asking you here in this nurse outfit. ,,Y/N Y/L/N. Would you make me the happiest men on earth and marry me?“

You were still breathing heavily from the running and looked down at your boyfriend who was looking at you with that dorky smile.

,,Jesus Christ Peralta. That was really a crazy proposal.“

Was everything you managed to say before you realized that all of your colleagues and friends from the precinct were appearing and looking at the two of you.

,,Don‘t let this poor boy wait any longer.“

Holts voice echoed from behind you and you looked over to Charles who raised both of his thumbs.

,,Of course I‘m saying yes!“

You neve thought that Jake‘s grin could get any bigger but it really did and as he placed the ring to your finger he grabbed your face and placed a loving kiss to your lips.

,,But promise me that our wedding will not be police themed.“

You mumbled against his lips as he laughed and heard your friends cheering and clapping their hands.

,,I promise.“

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peterthepark · 5 years

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crush culture - [two]

call it fate, call it caffeine

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: coffee can help with a lot of things - and one of them entails becoming closer to your crush.

warnings: strong language, caffeine, FLUFF, uses of social media and brief mentions of cheating

A/N: loved writing this chapter a lot. hope u enjoy everyone! :)

Drumming your fingers against the counter, you began to adjust the obnoxious green hat on your head, frowning at the long line of customers before you. It wasn’t that you hated your job - you just... preferred not doing it (which in your opinion, was completely valid, despite how ridiculous it sounded). However, you did like caffeine and the perks that came with being an employee at your favorite shop. You’d see cute guys sometimes - they’d order the most blasphemous things off the menu - and sometimes you’d gain the courage to ask them out after your shift. Most of the times, they’d say yes, recognizing you from their classes or in the hallways on campus. Exchange numbers, plan the first date, show up, and let it all unfold naturally - yet nothing progresses.

Your love life was bitter, unlike how you liked your coffee.

You squeal excitedly when Nate Mendoza walks through the double doors, calling out your name with a sing-song voice. Of course, you cherished your dear friendship with your roommates, but Nate was just that one friend you couldn’t shake off or forget - no matter the circumstances.

He was also undoubtedly attractive: his blue eyes, a stark contrast to his dark hair. But despite the many rumors and claims that the two of you have been dating, he had a girlfriend back home; you had a strictly platonic relationship with the boy, who was almost like a brother to you.

“What’s up, Y/L/N?” He high fives you over the counter, attempting the handshake that you had developed over the course of your friendship. “Can I get, uh...”

“One chocolate chip cookie with a vanilla latte?” You smirk proudly, having memorized his order as well. He nods with a wide grin, handing you his credit card. “Coming right up, Mendoza.”

Conveniently, you were nearing your break. So after you had gotten Nate’s order sorted, you approached him with his pastry and mug, setting it down on the little corner table that he loved to sit by. You complimented his outfit, and cooed at how long his hair had gotten. Living in Chicago made it difficult for you to hang out with Nate, but he mostly would drive down for the holidays to visit.

“Has it been that long?” You nod your head, counting the amount of months that he’s been M.I.A. “That’s crazy! Alright, tell me about college. Give me the whole experience.”

“Okay, well. It’s not too great. Lots of coffee and studying - a lot of them being for pointless shit that I’m pretty sure I won’t need when I get my actual job. Uh, parties. I literally went to a party like yesterday! You should’ve told me you were in town! I would’ve brought you along.” You nudge his hand from across the table, smiling when he offers you a piece of his cookie.

“Fuck, man. I’m too tired for parties.” He smacks his lips together, wagging his index finger at you as he waited for the right words to come to him. “Ah! Have you gotten a boyfriend yet? Or - or a girlfriend for that matter?” You shake your head with disappointment. “It’s probably cause your game is weak.”

“Okay, okay!” You laugh at him, covering your mouth as you chew on his food. “I’m not - I don’t know, Nate. I guess I just haven’t been looking for anyone? M’too busy for that shit.”

“That’s because you aren’t supposed to look.” Nate scoffs, causing you to glance up at him in interest. “That - that special person is supposed to come to you. Trust me, when the-“

“Time is right, it’ll happen.” You give him a small smile. “Hopefully I won’t have too wait that long.”

Sadly, your break is over after talking to Nate for what felt like ages. You retreat to the register once again after washing your hands, putting on a cheery front for customers. Nate insists that he’ll stay for the rest of your shift, wanting to spend more time with you afterwards.

Collecting your things, you sling your purse over your shoulder, nodding your head towards the door so that Nate follows. The frigid air bites at your skin, and you curse yourself for not bringing a jacket.

“Here, take mine.” Nate shrugs his off, draping it over your smaller frame.

“God, have you even washed this shit?” You joke, tugging it tighter around yourself for warmth.

“Yeah, I have. Like maybe four months ago.”

“You disgust me.” You chuckle, shoving his arm.

You’re rounding the corner of the sidewalk when you see a familiar face approach: brown fluffy hair, denim jacket, and a red bike - yeah, that’s definitely Steve Harrington.

“Oh, we should go back,” You’re about to turn around until Nate glares at you, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously.

“Alrighty, then. I’m not gonna question it.” He shrugs, following you once again.

The universe is a fucking bitch. You take it all back.

“Y/N?”

You and Nate pause in your steps, and you have no choice but to face him.

“Oh, hey, Steve. Funny, uh, funny seeing you here.” You grin, ignoring the dirty look that Nate was sending him.

“Hey, yeah. Um, what are you up to? I was just - just gonna go get coffee at Fran’s.” His eyes flicker to Nate, visibly eyeing him up and down.

This was the guy who was in the picture with you.

Steve masks the scowl on his face with a easy smile, pulling his earbuds out of his ears.

“I actually just finished my shift there.” You sway from one foot to the other, hands tucked beneath Nate’s jacket. “Sucks we didn’t get to see each other.”

“Well, good thing I ran into you then.” You dip your head at the remark, and before you can continue again, Nate is holding his hand out for Steve to shake.

“Don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m Nathan.” There was a tone in your friend’s voice that you couldn’t place, and suddenly, he seemed intimidating. Poor Steve seemed uneasy. You don’t miss the tiny twitch in his eye when Nate squeezes a bit too hard. “And you are?”

C’mon, Nate. Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole to him?

“Steve. Uh, you guys are... friends?”

You nearly jump when Nate’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his side. “Something like that. Yeah.”

Oh, this dickhead. This overprotective, complete, idiotic dickhead.

You glance away from Steve, trying to avoid his questioning gaze as it bounces from you to Nate, then back again.

“Um, well - well, it was nice running into you, Y/N... and, uh, you too, Nathan.” Steve clears his throat, rubbing at the nape of his neck. “Hopefully I’ll catch you at work one day. Maybe hang out or something.” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

He wanted to hang out?

You exchange an excited grin with him. “Yeah, of course. Have a good day, Steve.”

“Right. Bye, again.” He hops back on his bike, pedaling away. You don’t hesitate to look back at him as he rides off - maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you, but he looks back as well. And you smile.

That is until Nate starts interrogating you, causing you to get a bit pissed.

“Dude, what is your deal?” You huff at him, shaking your head with irritation.

“That’s Steve Harrington.”

“Okay, and?” You cross your arms against your chest, protesting when Nate pulls you closer to him as he frowns at the people who decide to walk right through your conversation. “Nate, what about him?”

“He’s an asshole.”

“And so are you.“ You gesture at him, letting your hand fall lazily against your thigh. Nate raises his eyebrows at you, patiently waiting for you to quit talking. “Fine, then. What do you mean?”

“I’ve heard some shit from - from a few people. He cheated on Olivia with that sorority girl.”

Cheated? He was a cheater?

“Those were rumors. And besides, why are you telling me this? It’s not like I care.”

Oh, but you do care. You care immensely.

“Really? Because the way you were looking at each other said otherwise.” You’re about to interject, but Nate holds a hand up, shushing you. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, kiddo. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have a crush on him-“

“I do not have a crush on him.”

Liar.

“You sure?” You nod confidently, squaring your shoulders. “Just don’t come crying to me if he decides to break your heart, Y/N.”

“You’re a very mean person. And I’m suddenly not cold anymore.” You shrug his jacket off, handing it to him with a dramatic pout.

“I’m only mean because I‘m trying to protect you.” You nod gratefully at his words, but the thoughts at the back of your head don’t stop swarming you.

You didn’t want to believe Nate’s claims of Steve being a cheater, but then again, who’s to say that they aren’t actually true?

“Do you guys know anything about Steve and Olivia?” You turn the sink on, soap roaming around your hands as you scrub delicately at the dirty dishes.

“Steve and Olivia? Girl, that’s ancient history.” Kate cackles, throwing her head back against the sofa to give you a look of attitude. “Why are you asking?”

“Heard some stuff about them. Just wondering.”

“All that crap is bullshit.” Robin pipes up through a mouthful of cereal, chewing obnoxiously as she gestures at you. “His ex-girlfriend started those rumors to get back at him. It’s stupid. Reminds me too much of high school drama.” She scoffs, shaking her head.

“Speaking of Steve, have you texted him?” Kate cocks her brow at you, smirking mischievously.

Robin nearly spits out her Lucky Charms at the question.

“You have Steve’s number?!” She squeaks, holding the back of her hand to her mouth with shock. “Oh, my god. I see it now.”

“Right?” Kate turns to her. “I saw it from the beginning.”

“What the fuck are we seeing? What is there to see?You shut the sink off, placing your hands on your hips as you move to stand in front of the TV. “Am I supposed to be seeing something? Because if you don’t know, I’m actually fucking blind.”

“You like Steve!” Robin says in a sing-song voice, pointing her spoon at you. Giggles fill the room as your face turns red, and you begin to pace back and forth.

“I do not like him! Why is everyone thinking that I like him?”

“You’re being-“

“I’m not defensive!” Your chest heaves as Robin and Kate exchange knowing look, both sharing identical smiles as they look you up and down. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you ruffle at your hair, bunching it up into a mess. “Okay, maybe I do. Just a little.”

You wince when a ear-piercing scream escapes from Kate, who runs up to tackle you in a jumping embrace. Robin makes kissing noises in the background, squishing her cheeks together.

“You have to text him, Y/N.” Kate lets go of you, grabbing your hand in support.

“No, no, no way.” You toss your hands up, waving the idea away as you plop down onto the beanbag in the corner. “I’m surely not gonna text him.”

“What are you so afraid of? You have nothing to lose!” She points out as Robin hums in agreement. You bite down on your thumb, training your eyes onto the grey carpet.

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if - what if when he gets to know me, he’ll be disappointed?” You ramble.

“Okay, well, how are you gonna answer that question if you haven’t given him a try?” Robin shrugs at you, standing up to hand you your phone. “Take a risk. Fuck everything.”

Yeah.

Fuck everything, right?

“I’m doing this alone.” You chuckle, taking your phone into your bedroom.

“Don’t send nudes, please!”

“And no sexting in this apartment!”

You huff at the wolf whistles of your two roommates, teasing you from the living room. Switching on the lamp on your nightstand, you slide under your covers as you pull up Steve’s contact. You groan aloud, feeling a build-up in your nerves as you stare at the string of numbers.

Texting seemed too formal. You curse at yourself for backing out, resorting to the confines of pointless Instagram stories to free your mind. Almost as if the universe had heard your cry for help, a colored ring appears around Steve’s profile picture, and without hesitation, you excitedly tap on it.

Based on the photo, Steve seemed to be in one of the campus’ libraries, pulling a late-night study session by himself. You pause for a minute, before you slowly swipe up on the screen, which brought you the option to send him a message.

need a coffee refill? ☺️

Sent.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You instantly lock your phone after it sends, holding a pillow to your face as you let out a muffled scream. You kick at your sheets with heart-pounding anticipation, trying your hardest not to peek at your phone for another five minutes in fear of getting no reply.

Then, a notification pops onto your lockscreen, and your hands fumble to open it.

i would love one

Typing...

from you specifically :)

With a dreamy smile, your limbs shift with giddiness as you move to lay on your stomach, legs swinging mindlessly in the air.

want me to come over? 😂

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that.

ur serious?

Fuck. Was that appropriate? Did you force him into a situation that he’d have to awkwardly say no to?

i don’t mind

i could rlly use the company then 😁

so what’s your drink of choice?

hmmmm

surprise me 😩

You chuckle, shaking your head at the suggestion.

just don’t be mad if i get u something terrible

on my way 😇

With a sigh of relief, you hastily move to slip on a sweatshirt, grabbing your phone and car keys as you tiptoe out of the bedroom.

Robin lays on the sofa, snoring lightly as you try to quietly unlock the front door.

“Mmm... where you going?”

Ah, shit.

“Gonna go for a walk.” You reply casually.

She turns onto her side, peering at you with droopy eyes. “It’s midnight.”

“I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”

Okay, you do like Steve.

You like him a lot.

That‘s pretty fucking obvious enough... because who the hell gets out of bed at twelve in the morning to go buy coffee for some boy they’ve just started talking to?

You hiss when your palms come in contact with the steaming hot coffee, one carried in each hand. There aren’t many students left in the library - most of them cramming for exams or either falling under the cursed spell of sleep. You double check Steve’s message, searching for him towards the back of the building. Your heart beats faster when you catch sight of his profile, nearly walking right past him from how nervous you were making yourself. His earbuds are in, obviously unaware of your arrival as he rapidly types at his laptop.

You set the two coffees down, laughing softly at how Steve jumps in genuine surprise. He looks up at you, mouth agape. He suddenly realizes how much of a mess he looks, and he quickly runs his hands through his hair to fix it.

“Y/N, what - you actually came.” A smile tugs at his lips, and he pulls out the chair beside him for you to sit in.

“You wanna get rid of me already?” You joke, finding amusement in Steve’s distraught expression.

“No!” He says a little too loudly. “No, no, s’nothing like that. I just didn’t think you’d go out of your way to see me. Especially at...” He checks his watch. “...one in the morning.”

“Well, how else are you gonna make it through this night? Or morning, technically?” You hand him his coffee, warning him that it’s a bit hot. “I hope you like white chocolate.”

He takes a sip from the lidded drink, nodding his head at the sugary flavor. “Shit’s good.”

“Seriously?” You chuckle.

“You got taste, Y/N.” He gestures, subconsciously bumping his knee against your thigh as he returns to working, yet still taking the time to hold a conversation with you.

“Okay, so fill me in. What’s going on here?”

Steve explains that he’s got a big essay to work on for one of his minor subjects, and at the same time, he’s stuck with studying for a huge test from his criminal justice course. You listen attentively, trying your best to understand the complex terms he uses in his rambling state.

“Sorry if I went overboard. I just really, really like my major, even if it stresses the fuck out of me.” He scoffs nervously, running his hand through his hair.

“No, it’s great to hear someone so passionate about their studies. It’s super inspiring. I think it’s cute.”

Oh, hell.

You did not just say that he was cute. Sure, you said it in a completely indirect way, but you still fucking called him cute.

Steve blushes, dipping his head down to avert his eyes from you. “Uh, y-you wanna listen to music with me?”

You nod with enthusiasm (slightly embarrassed on the inside), before putting the left earbud into your ear as Steve hits the play button on his playlist. You smile when you recognize the song, it being from one of your favorite artists.

“No way! I love this one!” You sway in your seat, chuckling as Steve mimics your movements. You whisper-shout the lyrics to one another, creating microphones with your fists as you hold it to your mouths. You ignore the weird stares from the other students in the room, only having eyes on Steve as you reach the ending of the impromptu duet.

“Oh, my god, that was - that was great.” He doubles over onto the desk with laughter, feeling himself already perk up from the caffeine. “I didn’t know you had such amazing taste in music. First, coffee, now this? You’re the best.” He points his pen at you, raising his eyebrows with clear satisfaction as you continue discussing your favorite songs.

The best.

He called you the best.

“Thanks, Steve.”

After another hour of conversation and studying, you both begin to wrap things up. Steve tosses the empty cups of coffee into the nearest bin, thanking you as you help him pack up his textbooks and laptop.

He kindly holds open the door for you on your way out, letting it swing shut behind him as the windy air nips at his ears. He walks you to the parking lot, driving his bike with his hands as he comes to a stop by your van.

“W-would you like a ride back to your place?” You offer, rubbing at the sleeves of your sweatshirt. “It’s really cold and dark outside, so...”

Steve smiles. “Yeah, thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

The turn signal ticks loudly as you round the street towards Steve’s apartment. His bike rattles in the backseat, folded over to fit the van.

“I hope your, uh, your boyfriend is okay with this.” Steve sniffles from the heater, scratching the underside of his jaw.

“My boyfriend?”

“Yeah, that Nathan guy from earlier today? He’s your boyfriend, right?”

Well, shit.

“Oh, jesus. He totally isn’t. Trust me.” Steve sends you a questioning look, doubt written all over his features. “I’m serious, Steve. He’s just my best friend, and he’s protective over me, kinda like a brother.”

“That’s good.”

Why was that good? Good that Nate wasn’t your boyfriend? Good that you weren’t dating anybody?Steve couldn’t have possibly liked you back.

Unless... he did?

You shut the engine off when you arrive at his place, walking with him into the lobby. The elevator ride is mostly silent, but there’s an unrecognizable tension that wavers in the air.

He stops you for a second before he unlocks the door to his apartment, twirling his keys between his fingers.

“Uh, I wanted to say thank you for keeping me company. I had lots of fun with you earlier.” He smiles down at you.

“Me too, Steve. You’re a really sweet guy.” You chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“And you’re a sweet girl.”

Oh, woah.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

Steve clears his throat, continuing with a casual tone of voice. “Listen, I was wondering if I could... if I could get your number? Maybe we can hang out again or something, if you’re like available, you know.”

Holy fuck.

Say something. Say anything.

“Yeah, I would like that.”

Steve nods happily, taking his phone out from his pocket. He pretends as if he didn’t have your number in the first place, re-entering it into your already saved contact.

“Okay, great! Thanks. Uh, thank you for... for walking me here. And earlier, which I already mentioned - okay! I’m gonna go now.” He points at his door, cringing at himself with a disappointing sigh.

Confidently, you pull him into an embrace, making the butterflies in your stomach rejoice when he returns the hug with a tighter squeeze.

“Good night, Y/N.” He mumbles into your hair before stepping away.

“You as well, Steve.”

A smirk forms on his lips. “I’ll text you, yeah?”

“I’ll be waiting.” You lightly bounce on your heels, biting your lip as you finally lock eyes with him.

Suddenly, Steve’s hand reaches around behind you, causing your eyes to widen with surprise. He pulls the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, letting it cover your ears and parts of your hair.

His fingers trail down the uneven drawstrings, gently tugging on them.

“It’s cold outside.”

“I know.”

“Don’t want you to get sick.” You can’t fight the grin on your face, watching carefully as Steve turns open the door to his apartment. “Well, get home safe, Y/N.”

Flustered, you start to stutter over your words, forgetting all the right things to say. “You too!”

Idiot.

With one final smile and a sweet gaze in your direction, Steve slowly shuts the door, leaving you in the hallway. You slap at your reddened face when you hear the lock click, scolding yourself for saying something completely idiotic at the last minute.

Meanwhile, Steve leans on the other side of the door, resting his head against the smooth surface as he stares up at the ceiling in an enchanted state of mind. Silently, he begins to jump joyously before he victoriously pumps his fists into the air.

Who ever thought that coffee could draw two souls closer together?

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nemobookaholic · 4 years

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What if…

I don‘t know if this is a mistake or not, but it feels like the universe is giving me signs to do this,… so here I go.

Recently I‘ve started to write a Loki fanfic. I was so anxios about the english grammar, that I asked a friend to check on it. She read it and told me, it‘s not that bad. But she‘s still very busy and even if I asked her, to check on the grammar and send it back to me, it feels like it takes like forever. And this happens to me with all my betas and all the storys I gave away. I‘m still afraid to do this step, but I want it out there. Today it feels, like I have to or miss the chance, so here is the first part of ‚What if…‘ I hope it‘s not that bad and I would be happy about constructive criticism.

What if... Loki where a 21st century woman?

Scene 1

‘I hate this place! Not that I haven’t seen worse, but it’s dangerous, even for me. I’m starving, this whole planet is inhospitable! It’s more than time to leave. Only that using the Tesseract to teleport, takes a lot of power... wouldn’t be that hurtful, if I hadn’t had to escape from, in my opinion, this way too annoying bastard. And he still follows me somehow. By Odin's beard, I should have killed him the time I had the chance. Stabbed him in the back, of course, just without the expected result. Since I’ve left my originally realm, a lot of things happened, mostly not to my satisfaction. Me sitting on the throne I deserve wasn’t one of it. The only higher court is this piece of stone I am sitting on. Would be utterly boring, to rule this world. It doesn’t even deserve that name, it’s a desert. Thinking about it, why not go and visit Midgard again? I haven’t seen my brother in ages and I guess that’s the place to meet him. I gain all the power the planet spare with me and use it, to start a new, different adventure. One that might bring some mischief!’

We see Loki disappear from the stone dessert. Where he sat seconds before, like it would have been the throne of Asgard, legs open and hands on the rocks that surrounded him. Eying the environment with disgust, out of a pale face and dark rings under his bloodshot eyes.

Everything he leaves behind is a blue gleaming, which last for a while, until it fades completely. In the end there is nothing left to proof his short residence.

Scene 2

We are inside a crowd. In a well known theatre, that has an open roof and reminds us of an wooden O. It’s dark outside, but the crowd standing around us, keeps us warm. We stare up to the actors on stage, who are playing a fairy tale in a midsummer night’s dream. Suddenly the people around us start to whisper and raise their heads. We follow their sight to the balcony where a man, bound in leather and with golden horns on his head, stands. Obviously he isn’t part of the cast. Voices, about some promotion gag, becoming louder. How well do we know about Loki from all those movies and comics? But this guy is new and definitely not Matt Damon. As we can see, he isn’t just playing a role and his behaviour is far from method acting. His fascial expressions are extraordinary, like a man who literarily came from another dimension. We can read from his body language, how much he enjoys the crowd cheering at him. Until a sudden change on his face shows us a second of fear, like he had just remembered something. Indeed he is hiding it pretty well, as we start to question our power of observation, thats how fast he got back control.

Loki is leaving gracefully, walking backwards and that’s the last thing we see of him.

‘Those puny mortals are staring at me. They seem pleased by my appearance. It’s joyful to have them cheering at me, quite different to my last visit. Thinking of it makes me realise, I’m not out of danger yet! How could I forget about this stupid Agency, that is somehow connected with Thor. It wasn’t a good idea to show my face to all those people. Maybe one of them is in the crowd, already calling for the bloody Avengers - this time I don’t have an army to my support. Even if I’d decimated their number last time, who can tell if they didn’t recruit more, since I’ve been gone? I’ll have to go now! I’m able to get out of here without losing my face. A god doesn’t run away, even though it would be wise to get disguised for a little while. Of course I could become an animal, but that’s what Thor would expect of me and probably figure it out quickly. No, I have to do something he would never expect. Speaking the spell, I think of all the women I know, with mother leading the way - for fathers sake am I tired! Didn’t even realise it until this very moment. I feel the darkness coming closer, as I slide down some wall, sense my body transforming right before the darkness takes over.’

We caught Loki again, sitting on a corner, head leaning against the wall behind him, eyes closed. His body looks strange. It’s difficult to see the shape of it, like you would try to see trough some fog, surrounding his skin. His hair becomes lighter every second until it reaches the colour of sand. We can’t see it, but even his body shrinks a little. The wardrobe changes from asgardian to, probably stolen out of Natashas closet. Loki wears black jeans, a green t-shirt and a also black leather jacket now. Underneath the shirt a breast starts to grow, while other ‘things’ become less until they disappear. This is so much more than a simple illusion and Loki can be happy about being unconscious, so he doesn’t have to feel the pain of his transformation.

Scene 3

As for Loki, we know he is a clever fellow. Maybe that’s what brings doom on his own occasion. We remember, he is a she now and she’s still sitting there, holding the Tesseract, which slowly slips from her hand.

To give us certainty, yes he used it as a source of power to make a true transformation, not willingly though. He was at a state of weakness, where he didn’t think much about his actions. And he needed the support, as for this world we can sense slight traces of magic. Of course every use of sorcery has it’s price and we can assume, that if Loki had seen the bill, he probably wouldn’t be willing to pay for it.

Anyway, events have been started and we will have to live with the consequences. For Loki it means, that there is an orange circle appearing out of nothing, not noticed by her mindless shell. Just a small one, producing a quiet sound, like wind howling trough grass. Out of this hole in time and space, we see a hand appearing, grabbing for the blue glowing cube. Taking it out of reach for the mischievous god.

She will sleep now, for a long while. Trying to regain some power. What she doesn’t know is the fact, that the dimension she slipped in so careless, doesn’t contain much witchcraft. What, well hopefully, will keep her busy, so the other realms can recover, at least, from her evil deeds.

And her slumber won’t be broken. Not even as two strangers cross Lokis path. For them it’s a broken, but still beautiful woman, sleeping in an unusual place. We sense the compassion on their faces. They share a long moment of silent conversation, just by expressions. The woman, a goth girl, seems to be wary about what she reads in the face of her companion. The guy indeed seems to be unafraid. He gets closer, grabbing Loki at her shoulder, shaking her. She shows no reaction at all.

‘Is she dead?! We should get help,’ the female says.

‘Still breathing. Don’t be such a chicken! I think she might be one of our kind … let’s take her home and allow her to rest,’ the guy replies.

‘You are serious, aren’t you? I can’t believe, I even consider helping you … come on then!’

The both of them take the girl between them, pulling her up, slowly starting the long walk home. It looks rather funny, for Loki is a tall woman and these strangers are smaller than her. They haul her more as you could describe it as carrying, but at least they’ll reach a house that they get into.

Meanwhile Loki still doesn’t move any bone, would have been helpful with the stairs actually. We don’t know if she realises anything of what is happening, but according to the abuse done to her body we may doubt it. Even when they drop her into a bed, she’s like a corpse.

‘Kevin, do you really think this was a good idea?’ the woman asks.

‘Come on Beatrix. Don’t you think it’s what humanity claim from us? I will sit with her and wait until she wakes, if it brings peace to you. You can go to bed if you like.’

The guy smiles at her and she can’t help herself and smiles back.

‘You are too kind for this world, you know?’ she kisses him on the forehead and leaves the room. Giving the burden of a long night’s watch to him, as he’d requested.

Scene 4

‘This must be a dream, I guess it by the fact, that mother is with me. Her soft touch, the calm voice and the love I feel while she looks at me, are far away from me these days. I miss her, knowing well what’s going to happen once I’ll return to Asgard, keeps me away from there. It isn’t my home anymore and that’s what will make her safe. We always had a strong connection, that’s why I believe her, when she tells me, to find my own way. Even if I know perfectly that it’s just a dream, her next words are predictable as she tells me to seek happiness in what I have. Only that I own nothing at all, I was promised a throne! Mothers eyes darken, like she could read my thoughts. She turns her back on me. I call out to her, knowing what’s going to happen next. As in all those dreams before, I see her dying.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t change her fate. It’s like I’m cursed, every time I come close to her, she’s dying.

“Mother …,” it’s just a whisper of disbelieve on my lips, yet it’s enough to wake me from this horrible dream. Watching myself causing her death again and again, doesn’t lose any of it’s horror. Through a shroud of tears I blink my way into reality. I can’t remember what happened. The ceiling I’m staring at, doesn’t look familiar to me. My tong licks over my dry lips, don’t know the last time I actually drank something? My stomach hurts, food seems to be even longer ago. I’m weak and I hate knowing so. I use all my senses, to get more informations about my whereabouts, as I am unable to move. There is some comfort in the way I lie, a pillow under my head and a blanket that keeps me warm. Knowing all this, doesn’t really help me to figure, where I am or how I get here. The try to sit up and have a better view got amiss, I’m far to weak. A sight of surprise escapes my throat and I fall back into the down.

‘Are you finally awake?’ a voice from my right asks and I manage to turn my head, to see who was talking. A redhead caught my sight, he looks quite young. It’s not easy to tell with those Midgardian folks. ‘How are you? Feeling a bit better?’ he smiles at me, trying to make me trust him, I suppose. NOBODY ever ask me, how I feel!

‘Am I your prisoner?’ is the first thing I need to know.

‘No, god no! Why would you think … never mind. Of course you are free to leave any time. But you are also allowed to stay, if you need help,’ is the reply.

I try to figure out what kind of game he’s playing, but it doesn’t occur to me. It makes no sense. I’m staring at him in silence.

‘Don’t know what you had to go trough till now, however I promise you’re perfectly safe with me. Uhm - maybe it calms you - if I tell you that I’m gay? I won’t touch you. And if that isn’t enough, I could call for my flatmate. She helped to bring you here by the way.’

Does that little scum really believe, I, the god of mischief, would be scared by a mortal?! And how does it make things any better, if he adds his sexual interest - oh wait - I completely forgot about the disguise I’m in. Of course he must mistaken me for a weak creature like himself.

‘I am a goddess and not afraid of your puny, gay presence!’ I tell him to demonstrate how less I’m impressed.

‘Uuuuhm, ‘kay?’ now the redhead is staring at me. Not the effect I had in mind. He seems more fascinated than afraid. There is more, even when he’s hiding it well, an expression of anger crosses his mimic for a second. ‘Listen, if I where you, I would think carefully about my next words, cause if you are one of those homophobic assholes, you can go back from where you’ve come!’ Now we have context.

‘Ehehehe. You have no idea who you are talking to, do you? Where I come from, nobody cares about the gender of your love. I didn’t meant to make an insult on that topic, you insisted on being so. I wanted to warn you, that I am dangerous. But as words seem to have no effect on you, take this!’ with these words I grab for the Tesseract in my magic pocket, just to find it isn’t there. ‘Where IS IT? Did you maggots dare to steal the stone from me? I am Loki of Asgard and you are a dead man, if you don’t tell me where you’ve put my belongings!’ I yell at him, this time pulling out a knife. The mortal keeps his hands up in defence.

‘First of all, you didn’t carry any belongings with you, as we picked you up. Second, you really believe all those shit you are saying, don’t you? That’s quite of interest to me and I may be able to help you. Third and last, threaten me with a butterknife hasn’t the impact on me, you might think. I’ve experienced worse, you know,’ he looks at me, like I’ve gone mad. I however look down at my hands to find , well not what I’d expected. What is wrong with this dimension? The knife disappears.

‘Take me back to the place where you’ve found me,’ I press the words through my lips, trying to stand up, failing again.

‘If I promise to get you back there, would you behave for the rest of the day?’ he’s waiting for an answer. As I’ve said enough already, I just mutter my approval. ‘Good. Anyway, you’ll have to wait, cause it is closed right now. We’ll be there by the time it opens, to search for your stone.’

‘Tesseract! It’s a blue glowing cube.’

‘Yeah, whatever. We’ll seek for it, I promise.’

‘Sounds like the stuff Hina keeps talking about,’ a rasping voice comes from outside the room, ‘what kind of freak did we brought in here Kevin?’ a woman appears in the door, examining me and so do I. She has a strange colour of hair, that is somewhere between grey and light blue - but not the right age for it - half of her head is shaved, while on the other side the hair grows over the shoulder. She looks skinny, not in a very healthy way. She might be a warrior. At least her clothes look like she had a fight, all black and ripped into pieces. Now that I’m on the case, I get a closer look on the redhead too. He appears neat and well-fed, nothing unusual about him. Even his style is screaming: “I’m like everybody else.” Maybe except the golden ring in his right ear. I can’t understand, how both of them can be friends, not to talk about the third party, in which room we obviously are. There are colourful pictures all over the walls, a lot of books and art supplies spread across the desk next to the window. How can anybody life here on free will?

‘Does she has a name?’ the woman breaks the silence, asking her friend but still looking at me. He seem uncomfortable with the situation, that’s why I introduce myself.

‘I am Loki of Asgard.’

‘Sure and I’m Jesus Christ! What’s wrong with you?’ she waves her hand in front of her face, I do not know for what reason.

‘I beg your pardon, daughter of Christ, everything is completely fine with me! It’s not my fault, your tiny brains can’t keep up with a god.’ If looks could kill, we would be dead by now. She indeed has something of a warrior.

‘Woah, bitchfight! Calm down ladies,’ Kevin tries to ease the situation. I don’t know if it’s him who finally breaks the ice, or my stomach, that is rumbling loudly into the silence. I’m ashamed because of the betrayal caused by my own body. My cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

‘See? Maybe we should all have breakfast first, afterwards we can come back to the topic,’ another short silence follows to Kevins words and he must have taken it as agreement, cause he gets up, leaving the room, gently pushing the girl aside. She follows him, not without giving me a last evil look.

My leg slips out of the bed, carefully, followed by the other one. It takes some effort to get up, in the end I stand on my unpleasant feet. Looking down, the difference isn’t to suppress. It was easy with the female voice, as I’m used to different illusions. The new point of view however, let me figure out some things. On my way out of the room I walk past a mirror. After a short glance I have to stop and walk back, to get a closer look. The spell I’ve used works perfectly, way to perfect! I can’t trust mine eyes. My hand wanders across my new face and I can’t but accept the tiny differences. Not that it would bother me, how familiar I still look to myself, it’s more the fact that everything is so damn real. I’ve tried this kind of magic more than once, it never worked quite well. So how come, I was able to work such a difficult spell on the edge of my powers? Something is going on here and I need to find out about it. Plus I need to get the Tesseract back. Thinking back, I’m already sorry, I’ve left the last planet.’

Scene 5

Loki is sitting inside a small kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea, so do his new flatmates. The atmosphere is in low spirits and all we can hear is the noise of their dishes. It’s obvious, the Midgardians don’t believe a single word she had told them, oddly enough they want to help her, for reasons we shall find out, as the story continues. Yet here they are, remain silent, until we start to wonder who’ll be the first one to talk again?

‘Do you feel better now?’ of course it would be Kevin, what did you think? ‘A nice little cupper and some beans with eggs always have been the best way to have a good start into the day, isn’t it?’ he grins like a Cheshire cat, obviously food is his guilt pleasure. Loki just sits in the corner, raising one eyebrow, while Beatrix seems to relax a bit.

‘That’s what I love you for, you know. Just that stupid grin,’ she giggles.

‘What you mean stupid? Is it a crime to be happy after some good food?’ Kevin looks puzzled and Bea starts to laugh. They fill the room with joy, but can’t pass it on to Loki, who still sits in her corner, without moving, or even showing some empathy. There is just this sad look on her face, we can only guess about. Maybe it is, because she’s reminded of all those times she saw Thor and his friends, having fun like that. Or it is, cause she never was a part of the group, but always watched from aside. Probably she doesn’t know it herself, nonetheless it makes her aware of the big gap between them and how impossible it seems, to ever be on that side of the table. To be the one who laughs with friends.

She can’t get away soon enough.

‘Is it time now to seek for my lost item? - Please,’ she adds after a short break. Must have come to her mind, that they’ve shared their food with her, so the try to be a bit more kind isn’t all waisted time. Not that it make her care.

But how can we know, by just watching the expressions on Lokis face? Well we don’t, but we know her well enough to interpret every tiny movement, ain’t we?

‘You see, it wasn’t that hard,’ Kevin smiles again and takes a look onto his watch, ‘we’ll need a bit more patience. One more hour and we can go,’ he tells Loki, who’s wriggling on her chair.

‘I probably shall not feel like it, but I’m still hungry. Glancing at the girl, who has barely even touched her food. I can’t help myself, but staring at her plate in desire. I can’t remember, the last time I have been that hungry, to forget all my manners.

‘Bea love, are you eating any of this yet?’ Kevin must have followed my sight, what makes me look away in shame.

‘Nope,’ is all she says. That’s when he takes the plate and slide it into my direction. I take the offered food and eat it as fast as possible, to not extend this annoying situation. I’m even more ashamed, that I’ve just behaved like my brother would, how pathetic!’

Scene 6

We see Loki and Kevin at the Globe, on the corner where they’ve picked her up. Seeking for the cube, while we can see on her face, how, with every second, she becomes more desperate.

‘It must be here! I’m stuck in this bloody realm if we can’t find it …,’ she mutters in distress.

‘Maybe some stranger picked it up? We can ask, if it was handed over down there?’ Kevin offers.

‘That’s impossible! It’s nothing a mortal could handle!’ she yells at him, throwing her hands in the air.

‘Fine! What would you suggest to do next?!’

‘I DON’T KNOW! I need to think,’ she turns around, walking away.

‘Take your time. I’ll be in the big building next door, if it’s of any interest to you.’

We look after Kevin, as he disappears in the Tate modern, while Loki is taking a walk along the Themse.

‘How? I definitely had escaped the guy and he can’t be that fast in tracking me. It’s impossible. Somebody else must have taken the Tesseract. But who? There is nearly no magic in this world and according to Kevin, nothing like gods or celestial beings to ever be seen. New York wasn’t attacked by the Chitauri and the Avengers are heroes out of comic books. What ever that means. Sure there are a few individuals, who would like to steal the Tesseract, but none of them could come here without it’s powers. What plan could this person follow? It makes no sense … unless … unless they want me to be stuck here. Like a very luxurious prison, I bet Thor or Odin are involved in it! Can’t stand, that I’ve escaped their judgement. To teach me a lesson, probably. Who else would want to keep me here? A world where no ‘harm’ can be done. Pah! Don’t they know me at all, they should know better. A planet with any kind of population can be ruled. Only, this time I need to be smarter. Watching the subjects, learn their habits and find a possibility to submit them. In the end, all of them are going to kneel! Ehehehehe.’

We can’t hear Lokis inner Monolog, but by her evil grin and by the fact, that she turned around and walks quickly into the direction she just came from, we can submit, she has something mischievous in mind.

Scene 7

Loki is entering the Tate, with a couple of tourists. It’s a mystery the guards doesn’t stop her, well maybe not, she must be already aware, of how to use her body the right way. Finally she’s in the building, surrounded by people, who stop, not far from the entrance, to admit the great hall. We can tell from the look an her face, that she isn’t impressed at all. No wonder, there are much bigger buildings in Asgard. Anger is crossing her face. As of course the building is still big and she’ll have to seek for Kevin. She wanders around, visibly relaxing. That’s the magic of art and maybe the place. We follow her, slowly now. Studying one painting after another, strolling through the halls. We might get the impression, she completely forgot about Kevin. She already made it through a few levels, when she spots him. He’s sitting in an armchair, in front of a big glass-wall, staring down at the people walking around downstairs. Loki slips into the chair next to him.

‘Did you find your cube?’ Kevin asks.

‘No …,’ she braces her head into her hands. They sit in silence for a while, watching the people who have the size of ants, from their point of view.

‘Why don’t you look at the paintings, instead of staring down there?’ Loki can’t find much amusement in doing so.

‘I like to study people. That’s my job and I can’t turn it off. Right before you’ve joined me, there was a couple sitting next to me and I’ve been listening to their fight. It was pretty interesting and I might had followed them, if I didn’t figure, you should be up here every minute. I saw you enter the building. Took you a while to find me, aye?’ Kevin leans back in his chair, finally looking at Loki.

‘I have been learning about the midgardian paintings. Some of them are quite beautiful,’ she shrugs her shoulders, ‘so you get payed for spying on people?’ We recognise interest flickering on her face.

‘Hahaha, no. Not in the way you might think. I’m a psychologist-to-be. People come to me and tell me their problems and I’ll analyse how to help them. Explains my manic interest into other peoples behaviour. Talking of it, I thought, you would be an interesting case. Would you allow me, to have a few sessions with you? You don’t have to do it for free of course.’

‘Now he comes to the point, about what he was hiding from me. I knew, this guy was up to something. Waiting patiently for his offer, so I can see, if it’s worth my time. He seems to think for a moment, probably about how to formulate it, before he speaks again.

‘As I’ve figured, you don’t have a place to stay for longer?’ he asks and I nod, ‘so in case you agree, we could come to an arrangement. You can stay in Hinas room, she’ll be away for a while. In return I want an hour every second day, where you will answer my questions honestly. Without any pressure, I promise. How does that sound to you?’

What an unique offer, he surly doesn’t know much about me.

‘I agree, but under one condition, you’ll have to answer my questions too. Do we have a deal?’

We shake hands, no more words needed. This was way too easy.’

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kyouxa · 5 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 04 + CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Monologue

I took care of the bite marks I got from Shu-san, afterwards I headed to the living room.

Reiji-san frowned, but he didn't mention yesterday’s incident any more and concentrated on the reports from Yuma-kun.

Yuma-kun talked about today's inspection while everyone enclosed the dining table.

After listening to the two reports, Reiji-san started discussing about them.

Place: Scarlet Mansion — living room

Reiji: After all, it seems that Violet, which is headed by Carla, is pretty strong.

Yuma: Yeah, while comparing the people, we noticed that they got more members as we do.

Kino: But, the others just follow the first son, Carla. I don’t think they’re a big deal.

Yui: (Yea, the scarlet family is led by Reiji-san and the other families are—)

(The Orange family, which is led by Ruki-kun)

(And the last family, which is led by Carla-san is Violet... that’s it)

(In the present report, they both said... that they were looking for a chance to capture me)

Reiji: We can’t allow being attacked by both families at the same time. We need to crush one of them first.

Yui: ... !

Reiji: A large number of members would be a great deal. First of all, let’s defeat Violet’s lead Carla and after him we could break the other members.

Yui: (If that’s the plan, there really will be a fight ...)

(If they’re going to Carla’s mansion, there will be Laito and Subaru. And, if they really kill each other—)

Yuma: Actually, why isn’t Shu here?

Kino: I think, he's probably sleeping in his room? He’s always doing that.

Reiji: Good grief, despite what was said, without escorting Eve, this man really is...

The sleeping princess of the legend is still awakening firmly.

Yui: T-That’s right...

(Shu-san, who should’ve returned to this room after that incident, has no sign of coming to the living room at all)

(He said he was feeling sick and he’d like to avoid having a meal ...)

(I still remember clearly when he first sucked my blood. The mark is still visible)

(But, I can’t afford to leave Shu-san’s side because of his memory loss)

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Corridor

Yui: Shu-san, can I come in?

(No reply... he’s probably really sleeping)

Excuse me, I’ll come in.

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Shu’s bedroom

Shu: It’s you again... what is it?

Yui: (Oh, he’s awake. Then I was probably just ignored... Shu-san looks shocked to see me though)

How are you feeling?

Shu: Does that matter?

Yui: Yes, because I was frustrated a while ago, please tell me, I won’t be able to leave if you don’t.

Shu: *sigh*... You really can’t stop being annoying like that. I just slept the whole day. Nothing else.

Rather than that, you felt like you were sucked dry awhile ago and now you’re smiling at me again. Are you a masochist or something?

Yui: That’s not why ...

(If I’d say I was worried about him, I might be troubled)

I just wondered if Shu-san would get in trouble if he doesn’t watch over me.

Shu: So that’s why you came to my room? Hah... so you really are a masochist. If it was not for that, you must be stupid.

So you wouldn’t complain if you were killed while your clothes were ripped off?

Yui: (Uhm... even if I’m being threatened, I can’t help it but stand here)

(If I don't want to get caught up in Shu-san’s fantasies, I’ll just have to change the topic!)

Because you didn’t came downstairs, I brought you a soup instead.

Shu: ...What? I don’t need such.

Don’t you understand that vampire don’t need any human food?

Yui: (I know that human meals aren’t necessary for vampires... but maybe)

Still, I want you to feel better as soon as possible. Can you at least try it, please?

Shu: It’s way too bothersome to eat.

Yui: I-Is that so.

(Shu-san really doesn't want to eat, it’s useless)

(But, I hope he’s not in a bad condition)

(Oh ... yeah. Maybe if I’d play it like this, he’ll actually eat something—)

How about making me feed you if you think it’s too bothersome to eat?

Shu: What?

Yui: If I hold the spoon down, will it be enough for you to open your mouth?

Okay. Now open your mouth.

Shu: You really, are completely crazy.

Yui: I’m fine if you think like that. Could you open your mounth now, please?

Shu: I guess, I can't help it then... I’ll do it.

Ah...

Yui: (... ! He really opened his mouth!)

How does it taste?

Shu: The same as always.

Yui: I think it was delicious but ...

The potatoes that Yuma-kun has grown are well-cooked and I like the taste of the onions in there.

Shu: Wasn’t it Reiji who cooked this? You shouldn’t talk so proudly about his food then.

Yui: Certainly, that might be true. I’m sorry...

(Cooking... speaking of which, I haven’t eaten once since I woke up at the church)

(If he’d start doing something more for this family, maybe Reiji-san would forgive him ...)

Shu: ... Tell me, can you cook?

Yui: Me? Yes. I love cooking.

Shu: About this mansion... have you ever stood in our kitchen?

Yui: Nope, never.

Shu: ... I see.

Yui: (... ? Why did he ask that? I’m really curious now)

(What is he suffering from? Shu-san, maybe he’s worried about something, but what is it?)

Err... how about, another sip?

Shu: ...Not of this soup.

Yui: Hm?

Shu: This is not, what I want. Neither I need to eat any food.

Yui: I understand that... didn’t you like the soup?

Shu: I don’t know.

Yui: ... I, uhm...

Shu: It can’t be helped. Anyway, I don’t feel like eating it anymore. Get that soup away from me now.

Yui: Understood...

(Hmm, I thought that Reiji-san’s food always was pretty delicious, but what is he comparing it to?)

(Maybe ... I might just think about it, but maybe he’s thinking about the dishes I made at the Sakamaki family?)

Um, Shu-san! About the soup, are you rememb—

*Shu grabs Yui*

Yui: Huh?

(He, grabbed my arm... Ngh!?)

Shu: Give me a break already. I just want this kind of food right now... Aaah

Yui: No... wait...

(From my finger... !?)

Shu: I guess that was what you expected. That’s the reason why you came to my room, right?

Yui: No, I really just wanted to deliver the soup. If you aren’t watching me—

T-That’s right. If you're sucking my blood again, Reiji-san will be angry again, right?

Shu: Thats why, I’m sucking it from there. It would be obvious if I’d suck from your neck.

Yui: Wait, Shu-san! I... ngh

Shu: I hope you won’t break the spoon. It's bothersome, but if you’d do that, other people might notice what we did.

Yui: I could never break a spoon...!

Shu: It’s true that Reiji’s bothersome. But, the smell of your blood was filling my room.

*Shu blushes*

Shu: It’s unreasonable to suppress it like this. But most of all, you secretly wanted me to drink your blood, right?

Yui: (I wasn't coming here for that, neither I want to get preached at anymore...)

(I’m scared... but—)

(I won't run away from Shu-san anymore, because I love him—!)

I understand. Please suck as much as you like until Shu-san’s feeling better.

Shu: Ah, why did you change your mind now?

Choices

1) — It’s useless to resist (black)

2) — To face each other (white)♡♡♡

— It’s useless to resist

Yui: I thought it would be useless even if I resisted...

Shu: Hmm. Are you really trying that hard to show me a dedicated attitude so I’d let off my guard?

Yui: Such a thing... ! But, I seriously don‘t want to run away from Shu-san anymore.

So... I don’t mind how much blood you might suck.

Shu: You really, are a strange woman.

— To face each other♡

Yui: I’d like to face Shu-san. So, even if you’re sucking my blood, I won’t resist it.

Shu: Hm ... those eyes. Well, you really are a little aroused, aren’t you?

end Choices

Shu: If you say so, I won’t decline your offer. Get closer.

Yui: Yes...

Shu: Like this you‘re way too far away... ngh

Yui: ... !

(He hugged me... This feeling, it‘s so nostalgic)

(After all he’s still the same Shu-san. The power of his arms, how he’s hugging me hasn’t changed at all...)

Shu: What are you so happy about? Don‘t tell me you‘re really getting aroused just because of this.

If you really are, I might take off your clothes too. Raise your voice now. Your screams are pretty satisfying.

*Shu blushes*

Shu: Ahh... Ngh...

Yui: ... Agh... I...

(Oh ... he put his fangs in my skin pretty slow... it wasn’t as painful as I thought?)

(This feeling, I like it...)

Shu: Your blood, it just became sweeter and thicker... Ngh.

Yui: Ah...

Shu: I honestly prefer the bitter taste, but this isn‘t bad at all.

Such sweet ruddy blood isn’t something I usually see. After all, is that because you’re Eve?

Your blood really is something special. *kisses*

Yui: Agh... !

Shu: What, is such a thing really getting you aroused? The sweet smell of your blood, it’s getting stronger because of it.

Yui: (Shu-san's hot breath echoes in my ears ...)

Wait... Shu-san...

Shu: Hehe... what a lewd woman you are.

Yui: (Shu-san's breath and body are all so close. My cheeks are getting hotter...)

Shu: Your blood, it’s really getting sweeter. In addition of your face, you really are aroused.

Yui: I uhm...

(No, I‘ll lose my consciousness like that... !)

Shu: Do you feel that way because I sucked your blood or is it a genuine acting of a masochist?

Yui: T-That‘s because, Shu-san was so kind to me...

Shu: What? Kind? It’s not funny if that’s supposed to be a joke.

Do you really think, I’m thinking of you as my partner instead of my prey? ... Ngh... Ahh

Yui: Agh... Ngh

(But, he sucked my blood so gentle. He always did it like that—)

(Shu-san, I wonder if you still can’t remember any memories with me ...?)

*strange noise*

Shu: ... Agh... shit...

Yui: ... What?

Shu: Again, this feeling... ngh. Agh, ngh...

Yui: Shu-san... ? Do you have a headache or something?

Shu: Ngh... it‘s nothing, I‘m completely fine.

Yui: But, your breath is rising. Can I help you somehow—

Shu: Shut up.

Yui: ... !

Shu: I‘ll go to bed for now. You‘re free to leave if you want.

Yui: Wait, Shu-san!

(He really, fell asleep after he told me that...)

(The bite marks... they’re pretty visible, but they’re not as painful as they were before)

(After all, I believe that there’s definitely an opportunity to regain his memories)

(I promise you Shu-san, I‘ll get your memories back)

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somebridgesburn · 5 years

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almost is never enough

2,383 words

loosely inspired by “Details” by the extremely talented Maisie Peters and the mess that apparently is my life

warnings: lots of alcohol, slight mentions of adult content, Shawn kinda being a dick

***

„We might not be something but we sure as hell aren`t nothing“

***

Shawn’s a Grammy – nominee now. Not a Grammy – winner but a nominee nether less.

And he can’t lie, he does feel a little proud when they announce him like that.

She can’t help but raise her eyebrows at him, sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the TV, grinning to himself. Nerd.

„Feeling a little proud, don’t you?“

He looks startled for a moment when he sees her but then he gives her that big Shawn grin. (and she tries to ignore that thing in her chest, she really does)

He opens his mouth, searching for a cocky reply when another arm slings around Aspen‘s tiny shoulder and whips her into a big bear hug.

„Jo, Aspen! Good to see you, dude!“

He watches Brian and Aspen exchange pleasantries, catch up with a small smile before turning back to the TV.

***

Shawn`s brought a girl.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really.

He meets someone, they talk, he brings her along a couple times until he doesn’t.

Aspen figures she doesn’t like this week`s girl. Her hair‘s a little too bleached and her laugh‘s a little too loud. Especially when everyone knows that Shawn’s dad jokes aren’t a tad bit funny.

So she doesn’t understand, she really, really doesn’t, when he doesn’t drop that girl after a week, or a month even.

He actually seems to quite like her.

„Probably just because he finally found someone who laughs at his lame jokes.“

Aspen doesn‘t like the way her voice is laced with bitterness, too, and she‘s relived too see that Ian, who is sitting next to her in the small nook of the bar, either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

***

They’re hanging out at Brian‘s and they are talking girls. Aspen doesn‘t mind it too much. Being in a friend group that mainly consists of boys, it’s only a matter of time until they start talking about who got laid, when, where, by whom

As I said, she doesn’t mind it. It`s gross but entertaining nether less and she loves to tease the boys with it. She doesn’t mind it until they start talking about Shawn.

“Our boy`s pretty happy these days, eh?”, Ian comes up from behind and shakes Shawn`s shoulders.

“No wonder, man. He`s finally getting laid again!”

The guys are laughing as Shawn blushes.

“It`s not like that!”

“C`mon dude, you really wanna tell me you guys haven’t fucked?”, Brian chimes in, “Cause I´m pretty sure I heard you last Saturday.”

More laughter, more blushing. Aspen should take this as her cue to flee into the kitchen. She doesn`t.

“It`s like, yeah, but-”

“See! That`s what I thought, man.”

“We`re not just fucking, man. It`s, she`s... different. She`s something, I guess.

“Yeah, we`ll see about that in a week.”

Ian shakes his head, grinning and Aspen silently prays he`s right for once.

***

He’s not really her ex -boyfriend.

They almost dated in sophomore year but then there was Lauren and then the whole world knew his name and he knew Taylor fucking Swift personally.

So no, he isn’t her ex-boyfriend he just a big, unnerving almost.

***

She likes to watch him, always has. Not in a creepy way but in a way that she notices when his eyes wander around the room, not matching the big grin on his face.

At least she doesn’t have to feel as stupid anymore, now that millions of teenage girls seem to love to do the same thing. Or maybe she feels even more stupid for being the same as those obnoxious fan girls.

She shakes her head, no, she’s not. She doesn’t treat Shawn like some kind of god or follows his every move over Twitter. She just sometimes wishes she could feel his lips on hers again.

***

They’ve kissed a couple times. At some of the house parties they had had, when the guests started to clear out and only they’re close friend group was left, all of them sitting outside, cuddled up in each other.

Or when they were in the club with the bass rattling and sweaty bodies on bodies and tequila being downed like water. All hands, all lips, all over.

Or a lot of other times. (Aspen could name every single one, she’s sure Shawn couldn’t)

***

She is sitting on her bed, eyes glued to the screen in her hands, thumb hovering over that blue button on Shawn’s girl Instagram account. Her name‘s Kendall, which is just as cliché as her description. She tells herself it’s no big deal, they’re acquaintances after all. Only that Aspen hasn’t exchanged a single word with her, not even when Shawn introduced them.

Still, she knows her favourite brand of cigarettes and what kind of music she listens to and that she thinks self-tan is gross because Shawn can’t shut the fuck up. She hates it, she really does. She also thought about getting him duct tape for Christmas as a warning that the next time he can’t keep his mouth shut himself, she’ll literally tape it shut.

The next time they’re at his place and he tells them Kendall forgot her hair brush there three times in a row, she regrets she didn’t.

She turns off the phone lets herself fall backward in to the mattress. She closes her eyes. Then she sits up again and presses the follow button.

***

Once, they all met up in Toronto. Aspen could smell the summer air and the liquor and Shawn’s jacket on her shoulders as they were roaming through the streets. They were bar hopping or whatever but ended up in a park anyways. Now, they were passing vodka bottles on a playground and Brian and Ian had a competition who could swing higher. Shawn and her had a bet which one would throw up first.

“They stars are pretty.”, she says as she leaned back, feeling the soft grass on her skin.

She was that nice kind of drunk where she was a bit more than tipsy but not completely hammered either.

She didn’t know about Shawn but he doesn’t look as if he’d throw up any time soon either when he laid down beside her with his arm around her.

“You’re pretty”

Before she had time for a sassy reply his lips found hers. It was sloppy and a bit lazy and felt somehow different than the other kisses before. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet.

She doesn’t remember how long they had laid there, on that fucking playground, wrapped up in each other and stealing kisses.

She does remember laying in bed, retracing every single kiss, every single moment moment than once.

***

They were at the bar again. It`s nearby and it`s cosy and it`s got a karaoke machine. It doesn’t happen often that all of them get together, with Shawn being an international pop star and the majority of the others going to college all over the country.

College starts again soon and Aspen is stressed as ever but right here, right now, sitting with her friends in that grubby nook, laughing, it`s perfect.

That one waiter with gelled hair and obviously whitened teeth makes his way to their table again to bring them yet another round of shots, not without giving Aspen a lopsided smirk that made her stomach twist a bit like he had all night.

And then he does something Aspen hasn’t expected for sure. He leans on the table and drapes his arm around the back of her chair. He`s close enough for her to smell his cologne.

„So um, I get off in five. Wanna grab a drink or something?“

He is so desperately trying to look cool, Aspen has to control the urge to laugh, or roll her eyes.

“Nah, thanks, i‘m good actually.”

She doesn´t even really smile at him like she usually would, trying to make it obvious that he should just take the hint. And he does.

The waiter opens and closes his mouth for a moment before giving in, leaving without a word in the end.

“Eyyy, Aspen! Come ON! That waiter was, like, really cute.”

She flincheds when Brian roughly slings an arm around her.

“Really cute, eh?”

“Yeah, dude, like hot, like, really hot, like, you should get his number, man! He was totally flirting with you the whole evening.”

She watches her friend drunkenly gesture with an amused grin.

“Well, if he’s that hot, maybe you should get his number!”

The guys breake out into roaring laughter as Brian openes and closes his mouth, just like the waiter earlier, before raising his hands in surrender.

Aspen laughs with the guys when she meets Shawn’s stare. For the first time in a while, she can’t read his expression.

***

There’s that one Friday night. They were at a club and the ground under her had been spinning for a while now when she pushed open the door to the ladies` restroom. She gripped the sink with her hands. The mirror above her was shattered, she wouldn`t have dare to look into it anyways.

Brooke found her there, head hung over the sink, shallow breaths echoing from the tiles. She pulled her hair back before she realised that no, Aspen wasn’t trying not to throw up, she was trying not to fall apart.

It took Brooke one and a half hours and two bottles of water to figure out that it’s Shawn. Shawn and some blonde he‘d been making out with under the lights.

And usually, it wouldn’t matter, really, Aspen assured her. But maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that last Friday he cradled her in his arm with millions of stars glistening above them and she almost hoped. (she keeps that part to herself though)

She went - Brooke dragged her - home then without saying goodbye and emptied her insides over the toilet bowl until she didn’t feel quite as sick anymore at the thought of Shawn.

She’s said a lot of stupid things that night, half-lying on the dirty tiles. She doesn’t remember a lot but she does remember slurring we might not be something but we’re sure as hell aren’t nothing over and over and over again.

She’s shocked to find she’s never said anything more true.

***

He hasn’t written a song about her, ever. Sometimes she wishes he would, so she could at least have something, a piece of him, a piece of his mind, so she‘d know he thinks about them, too, even a little bit. But he doesn’t.

So she stands and watches him sing about his one night stand to the Rogers Centre, full of screaming girls.

It’s fascinating, really. Most of the time, when she isn’t reminded by the amount of girls he attracts wherever they go or his ridiculously large condo, she forgets that Shawn, the boy who had the same blue pencil case all through Middle- and Highschool and copied her chemistry homework every Tuesday, is actually a pop sensation.

Looking at him now, standing on stage, guitar in his large hands, sweat dripping off his forhead, it’s hard to imagine he ever does anything else.

He kisses Kendall, first thing, when he comes off stage, laughing and sweating, and she hates her a little bit for it.

It’s kind of intoxicating when he hugs her. Her heads spinning, chest’s clenching, cheek‘s are burning. She pulls away, wants to say he’s amazing, she’s never seen anything like that, she’s proud, she -

„You stink.“, she says instead.

He laughs and her head spins a little more.

***

They’re at Ian‘s this time and Aspen is just getting Brooke and herself a refill, when she feels something warm against the small of her back for a moment. She turns around to see Shawn laughing with their friends a few foot away.

She knows this game. It starts with their fingers, hands, shoulders lightly brushing against each other, seemingly accidental. A few shots later, he‘d wrap an arm around her waist, shoulder, hand gripping her hip. He‘d pull her into his lap then, first chance he got, and nuzzle his head into her neck. And then it was only a matter of time until her back was pressed against a wall with his hands on her ass and her tongue in his mouth.

It’s not different tonight and she already feels his breath against her neck and his arm locked around her waist like he‘d actually keep her. And she lets him.

He takes her hand, interlocks their fingers and pulls her with him.

She lets him until she feels a wall against her back and hands behind her neck and lips on hers. Then she pulls away.

“You’ve got a girlfriend.” She`s a little breathless already and she loves and hates it at the same time.

“No, I don’t. Me and Kendall, we’re not like, dating or anything.”

She flinches at the sound of her name.

“But you`re something.”

He hangs his head and she knows she’s won. She doesn’t now if she actually liked to win. It`d be so easy to just give in to him, revel in the feeling of his lips against her neck, it`d be be so, so easy. Okay, no, she doesn’t, not at all, not even a little bit.

But it’s the right thing to do, so she licks her lips and tosses her hair and lifts her gaze to meet his, a strand of his thick curls falling into his face.

„We can’t do this as long as you’ve got someone“

„I know“

But he looks like he really doesn’t.

He doesn’t tell her he’s gonna call it off, whatever he’s got with Kendall, and she knows he won‘t.

For a moment, she wants to tell him, word vomit all of these feelings, these fucking feelings that aren’t even really feelings, that she’s kept, bottled up for far too long but she doesn’t.

She watches him leave, walk through the door, raising the beer in his hand and laughing with their friends as she leans against the wall of the hall, embracing the coolness, focusing on her breathing.

They might be something but they won’t ever be enough anyways.

#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes blurbs #angst #shawn mendes fluff

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years

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Thank you for opening it again! I‘m looking for some alpha!derek and magical!stiles fics were they life together and the pack calls them mum and dad. I hope there is one. Thank you for your hard work! :)

Here’s pack mom!Stiles, magic!Stiles and alpha!Derek. - Anastasia

Jackson Whittemore is more than just a kanima (or so does Stiles say) by graveltotempo

(1/1 I 1,850 I Not Rated)

Jackson is worried about something, and Stiles is there for him.

A Typical Day by ReindeerGamesofMischief

(2/? I 2,762 I General)

Stiles was busy. He was baking his cake and in the beginning stages of making dinner. But the Puppies don't care about that. Oh no…they all have their own problems and need help. Help that only Stiles can give. Too bad he's busy cooking, it'll take an Alpha to snap him out of his cooking mood.

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 8,851 I Teen)

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That's a thing that exists, it's happening, it's in the world now

And Stiles doesn't know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

("It's a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a 'werewolf symposium'!"")

Never Leave by theskywalkerkid

(10/? I 12,235 I Mature)

After getting kicked out the pack by his friends after a battle, Stiles goes to Poland and studies to become a mage. Now a mage and back in BH for senior year, he tries to avoid his "friends" except for Kira and Liam. Also a certain sourwolf seems to miss him a little too much and won't leave Stiles alone after he finds out he's back. It's a Sterek.

Ink Stained Hands by xxjinchuurikixx

(1/1 I 14,582 I Mature)

The moment the spell breaks, Stiles feels every rune in his skin turn cool and then dim, like fiery embers that have had water quickly rushed upon them. His head is spinning, and he blinks, once, then all his strings are cut, and he collapses.*In which Stiles has magic, tattoos, and an irritating crush on Derek.And Derek is just Derek.

The Aftermath by TakenByEmrys

(6/6 I 18,350 I Teen)

After being kidnapped by Gerard, Stiles is left broken and beaten. That's when Derek finds him. Two months later, Scott realizes he might have let some things slide, and when he goes to visit Stiles, he's more than shocked to find his bed filled with werewolves. Sterek

Hold Me Close (I'm Falling Apart) by ajeepandleather

(9/9 I 25,093 I Teen)

“Wolves without an emissary are naturally turbulent because their instincts are wild. Subconsciously, you’ve been balancing them, but you aren’t tied to the pack so you aren’t getting a balance in return.”

“So, they’re bleeding me dry. Always knew they were parasites.” Stiles smiled dryly.

“You’ll need to attach yourself to an alpha soon. There are risks for an unbalanced druid.”

“Like?”

“Well, a disruption in balance may show itself in several ways. It’s a disruption in nature, so nature will twist and alter in an attempt to right itself.”

“What does that mean?” Stiles was getting anxious. The vet was avoiding giving direct answers and that never meant anything good.

“You’re magic is heavily entwined with your will, and your will is parallel to your mind.”

“I’ll go insane.”

Take Me Back by RobinRider

(10/? I 30,229 I Mature I MCD)

Trauma can damage a person’s memories. Laura was murdered, Scott was murdered and Stiles witnessed it all, the only problem is no one believes a Werewolf was the cause. Released from Eichen House Stiles turns to the only person who lost as much as him that fateful night, Derek Hale. Stiles will stop at nothing to find the person or thing that killed his best friend. The pack will stop at nothing to help their Alpha find his sister's killer and keep Stiles safe along the way.

Stiles believes a Werewolf killed his best friend but everyone thinks he’s crazy. Derek and the Pack help him find the killer and a family.

No Rest For The Wicked (Love is Kind) by midnightcas

(11/11 I 31,328 I General)

When a homeless, scared for his life, kid attempts to hold up Stiles Stilinski's bakery, the last thing he expected was to be offered a muffin...or a job...."I have a feeling that you don’t want to be a felon on the run from the cops your whole life. Especially over such a stupid thing like robbing a bakery. Murder I’d get, but this?”

“Well," his eyes fall to the gun, "I might murder you.”

Stiles swallowed.

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 34,295 I Teen)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

We Are Bonded by lightsfillthesky

(!5/20 I 42,577 I Mature)

Derek rose to true alpha status, He started creating his own pack after years of alliances and fighting, they where all well known throughout the West coast, some feared them, other were envious but they all respected the Hale Pack.

Everything seemed to be going fine in their lives, Derek and Stiles were going to get married, the pack was established, but Stiles well he knew when things were good something bad was bound to happen and boy he did not imagine this.

The Pack’s Dad by Isys Luna Skeeter (IsysSkeeter)

(16/? I 45,369 I Teen)

All Stiles wanted was to lose his virginity, he got that… he just hadn’t expected what would come with it…

Unlikely Guardian by Trenchcoat Hunter (Reedt)

(25/25 I 67,903 I Teen)

“Shut it you two! It’s the first hint we’ve had in five years! McCall, call Lydia and Allison. Tell them to get their notes from high school and kits here while the trail is still warm. I’m calling Danny to see if he can do any tech sweeps of the area to see if he can find anything.” Derek’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Lydia and Allison rarely get called in with their kits and considering that neither Isaac nor Scott even blinked at the orders showed just how serious they all were, especially Jackson it seemed. “Isaac, can you follow his scent?”

“I’ve been trying but it’s so faint and the wolves are overpowering. I’ve got to be careful or I’m going to miss it.”

“Don’t lose it!”

Derek had enough of being out of the loop. “Will one of you idiots tell me what’s going on!”

Jackson turned to Derek with a look of sad wonder in his eyes. He reverently whispered, “It’s Stiles. We may have finally found Stiles!”

Furry Little Liars by TheRealNightTempest

(6/? I 78,599 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles' life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it's sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn't much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.

When Trust is Vital by hellbells

(32/32 I 79,427 I Explicit)

Red Eyes.

Stiles knew what it meant - he was one half of the Alpha pair of Beacon Hills. Oh my god, the thought. I haven’t even finished High School.

No pressure.

Well if you ignore the Psycho hunting family, deadly creatures descending and learning how to mother newly created puppies - all in a days work for Stiles Stilinski.

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(29/29 I 94,918 I Explicit)

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pack mom!stiles #alpha!derek #magic!stiles #anon

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waiting-for-motivation · 5 years

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two nervous idiots that fell in love

summary: Steve and (Y/n) cuddle together in their bed and remember how, why and because of who they fell in love.

request: Steve Rogers request where reader is Nat’s friend. She introduces the two together to try and get them to date. But they’re both too shy and nervous, so Natasha makes plans with the both of them, yet doesn’t tell the other and it’s actually just a set up date for the two?

pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader

warnings: fluff (!?), weirdness

words: 1879

a/n: sorry that this lasted so long but I had a writers block. That‘s the dump thing about being a writer: if you have no time, you wanna write; if you have time, you have no motivation or inspiration. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy this anon :)

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Her head lays on his chest while both her arms are wrapped around his waist. His warmth doesn’t just warm her body but also her heart. With a big smile on her lips she enjoys the whole moment. Steve next to her stares at the ceiling and has the same smile on his lips.

„Did you ever realize that we would never have met if Natasha would not have been?“ (Y/n)s voice is a whisper but nonetheless Steve does understand every word. He lets his gaze wander to his girlfriend which already looks up at him.

„No, but you have a point there. Without Natasha there wouldn‘t be an us.“ They both stare into each other’s eyes and remember the first day they met.

It wasn‘t a day like the other. Natasha had convinced (Y/n) to accompany her at one of Tony Starks famous parties. Actually (Y/n) didn’t want to go but what could she say against her upset best friend? So they went to this party and neither of them regrets it. Most of the people at the party are friendly. Above all a certain super soldier.

The first time Steve saw (Y/n), he was frozen. Like he was in the ice once again. Her beauty overwhelmed him so much that he couldn‘t move until Bucky bumped his elbow into his side.

„You are staring, pal.“ Kind of ashamed Steve looks to his feet and ignores the jokes Sam and Bucky are making about him. That‘s why they are shocked when Steve walks away from them and right towards Natasha and her strange friend.

„…and then I punched him right in the face…Oh, hey Steve.“ Natasha looks up from an excited (Y/n who seems to really enjoy the conversation she had with her best friend. Therefore Steve feels a little bit like a disturbance.

„I apologize to interrupt your conversation but I would like introduce myself to your pretty friend, Nat. I‘m Steve Rogers.“ His action brings a big grin to Natasha‘s lips because she already thought that he would do that sometime in the course of the evening.

„You are no disturbance at all, Stevie.“ Because (Y/n) can‘t get a word out of her open mouth, Natasha takes over her part. „My pretty friend is (Y/n) (L/n).“ After those words (Y/n) seems collects herself, closes her mouth and shows Steve a shy smile.

„Nice to meet you, (Y/n).“ As the super soldier holds his hand towards (Y/n), she takes a short look at her best friend then she takes his big hand. They both feel weird the moment their hands touch. It feels like a slight electricity goes through them.

„I go check on James. He looks like he drank too much.“ And with those words Natasha leaves the two of them. Steve looks after her because first of all he doesn‘t know what to say to the pretty woman in front of him and second of all he also wants to check on his best friend. Bucky stands next to Sam with his mouth open and eyes glued on Steve. He probably can‘t understand how his little Stevie could go to a pretty woman without any advice or preparation.

A laugh escapes Steves mouth because his friend looks really ridiculous. Then he looks back at (Y/n) who seems really nervous. Who wouldn‘t be while standing in front of the one and only Captain America.

„So do you wanna drink something?“ Quickly (Y/n) nods her head and they both walk to a small bar where Steve orders two drinks for them.

At first their conversation is a little bit strange and superficial but after the ice broke they talked about everything and everyone.

„I love and hate Nat for what she did to us that evening.“ Steve lets his hand wander through (Y/n)s hair and closes his eyes for a moment.

„It was quiet funny. When you poured beer over your shirt because you were too nervous to drink, was the best part.“ They both laugh even though Steve is still ashamed of this memory. (Y/n) thinks it‘s cute.

„But that‘s nothing against the one time you poured maple syrup all over your hands.“ Their laughs get stronger and (Y/n) hides her face in Steves crook of his neck.

„I love pancakes. When will we be there?“ Excited like a little child (Y/n) slips around on her seat in Natashas car. The moment the redhead told her about the new waffle and pancake shop in Queens she was excited over the moon.

„Calm down. There it is, you little baby.“ Natasha drives her black car in parking spot next to the small shop. Immediately after the car stops, (Y/n) leaves it walks over to the waffle and pancake shop. Only Natasha knows that there aren’t just pancakes waiting for her.

„I‘m so hungry.“ (Y/n) states as they enter the shop. The smell of waffles and pancakes surrounds them quiet quickly and for a moment (Y/n) feels overjoyed. Then she spots two certain super soldiers and understands why Natasha had this big grin on her lips all over the morning. „Oh no, you are joking right? I can‘t eat pancakes next to Captain America! Natasha!“ Whining (Y/N) turns to Natasha who smiles like a kid on Christmas. She is probably the only one besides Bucky who enjoys the whole situation. Steve also didn‘t know that (Y/n) would join them for breakfast so he is, like her, really flustered.

„You will survive this, (Y/N).“ And with those words Natasha greets the two super soldiers and sits across from Bucky. Slowly (Y/n) follows her with red cheeks and sits next to her best friend while mumbling a silent „good morning“.

For the first minutes they only do small talk then the conversation gets deeper. The moment their orders arrive the whole situation is more relaxed. And that is probably why (Y/n) grabs after a maple syrup bottle, opens it and somehow pours all of the syrup over her hands and shirt. Immediately the conversation stops and the three of them stare at the ashamed (Y/n). Natasha is the first one to react. She takes the hands of her best friend even though they are sticky and drags her to the bathroom. In silence Nat cleans (Y/n)s hands and then tries to get the syrup out of her shirt.

Only when Natasha looks into the mirror and makes eye contact with her best friend, she sees the tears in her eyes.

„Hey, (Y/n). Everything is alright. No one judges you. This could have happened to everyone.“ Quickly Natasha does dry her hands and lays them on her best friends cheeks.

„But it happened to me! Those things always happen to me. How am I supposed to get to know people when I‘m so stupid!“ Finally the tears find their way out of (Y/n)s eyes, over her cheeks and onto the floor. As best as Natasha can, she wipes them away.

„Hey, that‘s totally okay, you hear me? Steve probably thinks this is cute. He is as nervous as you are.“ Natasha takes (Y/n)s hands in her own and smiles at her. Right in that moment a knocking interrupts the silence. Slowly Nat walks to the door and opens it for Steve. Luckily she stands so that he can‘t see (Y/n) who tries looking like she didn‘t just cried.

„Ehm…I thought that maybe (Y/n) needed something to wear. She can have my jacket, if she wants.“ Steve doesn‘t know why he stutters but one thing he does know is that (Y/n) shouldn‘t think that he doesn‘t want to do anything with her because she was a little bit clumsy.

„Thanks, Steve.“ He can hear her lovely voice from inside the bathroom and after Natasha takes the jacket from him and closes the door, he goes back to a grinning Bucky.

„We were two big nervous idiots.“ (Y/n) states and looks up to Steve who smiles down at her.

„Two big idiots that fell in love.“ Again (Y/n) hides her face in the crook of his neck and hugs Steve harder. It still sounds unreal that they both each other. That Captain America fell in love with a normal and sometimes clumsy girl.

„You wanna know what‘s my favorite memory of the two of us?“ Steve kisses (Y/n)s forehead and as she slightly nods her head, he tells her. „Our first real date.“

Natasha told Steve and (Y/n) that she would like to have dinner with them but she didn‘t tell them that she doesn‘t plan to come so that they have some alone time. The moment (Y/n) arrives at the restaurant she has the presentiment that the dinner wont happen as planned. Natasha would never go to such an expensive restaurant with her. (Y/n) winces as she feels a presence right next to her. A short look tells her that it‘s Steve. But Natasha wanted to meet her alone? No one told her about Steve joining them.

„Hey, (Y/n). What are you doing here? Not that I don‘t like seeing you. It‘s just…“ At first Steve talks like he would to a good friend but then he starts stammer. To his luck he gets interrupted by an equally nervous (Y/n).

„Nat told you to meet her here?“ Now everything makes sense. Natasha set them up to a date.

„Yeah, she wanted to eat dinner with me…oh.“ Steve does understand their situation too. For a second there is silence between them. „Why don‘t we eat dinner together then?“ The super soldier smiles at the young woman who seems like she doesn‘t know what to answer.

„I would really like to but I would rather enjoy a walk or something like that. I don’t enjoy such expensive restaurants.“ Nervously (Y/n) bites onto her lower lip. For one moment she thinks that she destroyed the relationship between Steve and her but Steves smile gets brighter.

„That‘s totally okay. I understand that. I would too prefer an evening walk over an expensive restaurant full of rich and ignorant people.“

So they turn around and walk to the next park they can find.

„Oh and that’s why?“ Grinning (Y/n) sits up so that she sits in Steves lap. Her hands rest on his chest and she looks him questioningly in his blue eyes.

„Because on that day I got to kiss you for the first time.“ Playfully Steve pulls (Y/n) down onto him so they lay chest to chest. Their faces are so close they can feel each other’s breath.

After some time they reach a river and stand still next to it. The stars can be seen in the sky.

„Beautiful.“ Steve states and (Y/n) agrees but only does the super soldier know that he didn‘t meant the stars but the pretty woman next to him. In that moment he is so grateful to Natasha that she brought (Y/n) to Tonys party. „Hey, (Y/n).“ But he doesn‘t get the chance to finish his sentence because without warning (Y/n) kisses him. The kiss is thoughtlessly, wild but nevertheless good and satisfying. Ever since Steve met (Y/n) he always thought about kissing her perfect lips.

„I think you mistook it. I kissed you, not the other way around.“ Although Steve rolls his eyes, he still kisses his girlfriend.

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bohemian-rhapsody-slash · 5 years

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Ohhh that ask about those doms stealing John‘s collar got me very emotional cause I‘m also one of these stupid people who get emotionally attached to things. I kind of hope that Rog managed to get that collar back for John :(

Roger grins at the look of surprise on John’s face when he opens the front door.

“Oh,” John says, shifting Andrew on his hip slightly. “Hello. Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”

Roger can barely contain his excitement, but he tries to keep a straight face. “Was on my way home and thought I’d pop by and say hi.”

He pulls a funny face at the baby on John’s hip, who gurgles happily.

John smiles. “I’ve just put the kettle on if you’d like a cuppa?”

“Ooh, yes please.”

Roger takes the baby from John as he’s led into the house, and the younger sub disappears to make tea. Roger takes a seat on the sofa in the living room, bouncing Andrew gently on his knee and blowing raspberries on his chubby cheeks.

“I think you’re his favourite uncle, y’know,” John laughs as he hands Roger a mug of tea.

“Obviously,” Roger says smugly, returning John’s son to him. “Uncle Brian is very boring, isn’t he, Andy? He’s not as much fun as Uncle Rog.”

Andrew giggles and drools.

John kisses his son’s head before giving Roger a concerned look. “How’s your jaw? You still look a bit bruised.”

Roger shrugs. “It was throbbing like crazy yesterday but not so bad today. The bruise didn’t even properly show up until a few hours later and Brian wanted to march straight down to the pub and track down those blokes.”

“I still feel terrible.” John reaches out to ghost his fingers over the bruise on Roger’s cheek.

“Not your fault, Deaks. It’s not your fault that you attract arseholes. Speaking of.” Roger grins as he digs around in his coat pocket. “I have something for you.”

Roger holds out the collar proudly, smiling when John’s eyes widen.

“Where did you get that?” John asks softly, complete and utter awe in his voice.

“In the dumpster outside the pub, would you believe it. I know how upset you were about them taking it, so I went back to look for it on the offchance that they dumped it. And I got lucky. They must’ve realised it wasn’t worth that much when they had a proper look at it. I mean-“ Roger quickly tries to correct himself when he hears the words come out of his mouth, “I know it was the best Freddie could afford at the time-“

“I know what you mean, Rog,” John says, eyes shining. “It’s the sentimental value that means the most to me.”

Roger smiles and nods. “Well, I’ve cleaned it for you, so it should be as good as new.”

He leans forward to fasten it in place around John’s neck, and his heart swells at the overjoyed look on the other sub’s face.

“Thank you so much, Rog,” John says happily, tears in his eyes. “I was devastated to lose this. Once again, you’ve saved the day.” He holds his baby close, and Roger doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much pure joy on John’s face.

“You’re very welcome.” Roger grins and tickles Andrew’s chin. “Doesn’t your mama look pretty with his collar on, eh? Don’t you think so, Andy?”

Andrew hiccups and sneezes.

“He thinks you look pretty,” Roger says confidently.

John blushes and leans forward to press a chaste kiss to Roger’s lips, much like the many friendly kisses they’ve shared over the years which aren’t so frequent anymore.

“Stay for dinner?” John asks gently. “Fred will be home soon and I’m knocking up some pasta.”

“Sounds lovely, Deaks, but I promised Bri a film night in tonight. We do need some sub time soon though after our disastrous attempt at the pub the other night. Something more intimate, just the two of us.”

John nods eagerly. “That would be amazing. It’s been ages since we’ve had any proper time alone together.”

Roger smiles sadly. “I know. I miss you, Deaks. It was so much easier when we all lived together. It’s great that you and Fred have the house and the baby, but I miss being able to just have a cuddle with you whenever I want.”

“How about this weekend? I can ask Freddie to watch Andrew and we can cuddle or have a bath or something. Just like the old days.”

“Sounds great.” Roger waggles his eyebrows playfully. “Maybe we should ask the Doms if we can play together? I’ve missed doing that stuff with you, and my vibrator is gathering dust in a drawer at home-“

“Roger.” John blushes but laughs, covering his son’s ears. “You know if I ask Freddie for that then it won’t really be sub time for us, because he’ll only want to watch.”

Roger winks. “I’m sure you can persuade him. We haven’t had any sexy sub time since you had the baby, so just tell him we’re doing it to boost your body confidence. So strictly no Doms allowed. We need a Dom free-zone for Deaky to feel comfortable.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to him,” John laughs.

“Good. I’ll talk to Bri but I don’t think he’ll have a problem with it; he’s been trying to encourage me to do something like this with you for ages.” Roger sips his tea and grins.

John smiles, and there’s something like fondness in his eyes. “Thank you for always looking out for me.” He fingers the collar on his neck.

“Always,” Roger says softly. “Us subs have to stick together.”

#i belong to you forever #mpreg

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grungeandrockoneshots · 5 years

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If it's okay, I would like to request an Eddie oneshot. Maybe one pre Pearl Jam where you both work across the road from each other but he's too shy to approach you, and your too shy also. But then it kinda progresses idk and then some smut. Sorry this is so vague and stupid 😂

No words could describe how much you hated Mondays. Mondaysonly meant stress, lack of sleep after the weekend and huge rush, especially inthe mornings. Today wasn’t different. You managed to oversleep, couldn’t eatbreakfast because of it and to all this, the traffic was horrible. You arrivedat your working place literally 5 minutes before the opening. You worked atcoffee shop, so you needed at least half an hour every morning to prepare thewhole place properly. No wonders you started to panic a bit.

You quickly parked your car and got out of it, hoping tosave few rare seconds. You were almost running to the door, but still youcouldn’t help and looked left over your shoulder, just like you learned to doit every morning. Across the road, right opossite your shop, there stood asmall wine shop that was owned by the most adorable guy you’ve ever seen inyour life. Your inner self was always hoping to see him, even if it should beonly for a second. You were pretty sure that he must have noticed you too, butyou’ve never made any contact. Luck came your way this time, because a curlyhair appeared behind the shop window. You could see he smiled a bit, so yourose your hand and waved at him which made him smile even more. When youfinally got inside your shop, you breathed out loudly and murmured to yourself:„When will you stop being so awkward, Y/N?“

You immediately started preparing the coffee shop, eventhough it was certain that the first costumers will pass through the door justin a few minutes. You quickly rolled up the louver, then cleansed the tablesand arranged the chairs and got the cash desk ready. You noticed that somesorts of coffee are running out, so you went to your small storeroom where youkept almost everything, and found the needed sorts of coffee in big jars. Thesejars were unfortunately almost impossible to open and your girl strenght justwasn’t enough. After trying several ways of how to open them, you gave up. Youcould already feel tears which were burning in your eyes, because how could youopen today if you didn’t have enough coffee?

Then the craziest thought went through your head. But basically,it was the only solution of this hopeless situation. You picked up the jars,went outside, crossed the road and in a blink of an eye, you were standing in that wine shop. The cute guy seemed verysurprised, maybe a bit frightened.

„Can I help you?“ he asked and for the very first time youheard his deep voice which perfectly fit to his persona.

„Uh, you know, I’m so sorry to bother you, but I had someproblems with these,“ you put the jars on the counter. „Could you please try toopen them?“

„Yeah, sure,“ he nodded. His amused smile in his face wasquite obvious, but it went away when he started fighting with the first jar.You felt so relieved when you heard the sound of the opening. „Here you go,“ hesaid when he was done and looked back at you. His eyes were so blue and sohonest that you had problems with looking away. An innocent stare like this onemade you blush, though, so you rather picked up the jars as fast as you could.

„Thank you so much, you’ve just saved my life. I have tocome back now, because I was supposed to open the shop ten minutes ago,“ youlaughed nervously, „so, have a nice day.

„Wait!“ he stopped you. You turned back to him surprised. „Ijust wanted to know…what’s your name?“ his cheeks turned red just like yoursfew moments ago.

„Y/N. And yours?“

„Eddie.“

„It was nice to meet you, Eddie. And thank you again forhelping me out,“ you smiled.

„Anytime. If you ever needed anything, I’m right across theroad!“ You laughed and said goodbye to him. Luckily, there weren’t any costumersstanding in front of your coffee shop yet, so you remained calm. You finishedwhat you needed and then started your regular day.

The small morning conversation that happened between you andEddie was something you couldn’t stop thinking about the whole day. His namewas running in your head like a song you can’t get rid of. You tried toconcentrate on your work, but then you remembered his eyes and got comletelylost at everything you were doing. The thing you feared most was that you mightnever have a reason to talk to him again. Nonsense,you argued in your mind. After all, you still had the need to express gratitudefor what he did for you, so after the neverending day, you made the best coffeeyou could and cut a slice of your favourite cake, ready to visit him onceagain. You quickly cleaned the whole shop, locked it and hesitatingly got tothe door of the wine shop on the opposite side of the road. You looked insidethrough the glass and saw Eddie checking the money in the cash desk. You took adeep breath and went in. You faced another surprised look from Eddie’s side,but it was followed by a wide smile. „I didn’t expect such a nice guest,“ headmitted.

„I just wanted to thank you once again. You really helpedme. And I hope that you like sweet,“ you put the cake and coffee on a table andtook a seat. Eddie joined you right away.

„Of course I do! Is this a caramel cake? How did you knowthat-?“ he looked up to you all happy. „And is this the coffee I opened thismorning?“

„Yeah,“ you laughed. „it’s actually the best sort of coffeeI have. I think it’s the most popular one among costumers as well.“

„Thank you, but you know that you didn‘t have to!“ he saidmodestly.

„I know, but I wanted to. Apart from that, we’ve beenworking across the street from each other for so long and we haven’t had thechance to get to know each other, so I thought that it might wouldn’t be a badidea to invade your shop with some coffee and a piece of cake. I just hope I’m notruining some afterwork plans.“

„You‘re not ruining anything,“ Eddie assured you with asmile on his face, „in fact I wanted to…you know, ask if you are free tonight.“His eyes were shyly searching for a safe place to look at and everytime your eyesmet, you could see his cheeks burn a bit. As he was eating the cake, he couldn’tstop talking about his favourite kinds of flavours, best coffee shops in town andhis childhood experience with baking. Soon it turned out that Eddie is a greatand funny storyteller and that he has so much to say. What you liked the most,though, was the fact that he was keen on getting to know things about you too. Afteran hour you somehow got into a conversation about alcohol.

„I would almost forget!“ Eddie exclaimed. „This morning Ihad a delivery of the finest wines you can find on the west coast, you have totaste them!“ he immediately stood up, but you stopped him in the last second.

„No, wait! I can’t drink, I’m driving.“

„Oh, right, I forgot. But, uh…do you know that I have anapartment upstairs? You don’t have to drive anywhere, you can stay heretonight. Only if you want to, of course,“ there was hope in his voice.

„I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t want to bother you,“ you replieddoubtfully.

„If it was bothering me, I wouldn’t have offered youanything,“ he laughed and disappeared in doors that probably led to cellar. Youhad to calm your mind down a bit, because you were still unsure if you had madea good decision. Eddie returned with a huge basket full of wine bottles and putit on the table. He brought two wineglasses and started to search throught theetiquettes on the bottles.

„Okay, so I would start with this one, it’s a bit sweeterand in my opinion one of the best I‘ve ever tried. I‘m sure you’ll like it aswell,“ he poured the liquid into your glasses.

„Enough! If you want me to try all of these, you can��t fillmy glass to the top,“ you worried.

„But this one is so good that half of the glass is not enough,“he was convincing you with laughter. As it turned out later, he was right. Thewine was delicious, so your glass got empty very quickly. The more you drank,the easier it was to speak about everything. Your conversation became livelyand full of laughter as it usually was when you were drunk. You were just inthe middle of explaining something with your hands when you accidentallytumbled down your glass and all the wine got spilled on the table and also onyour white tshirt. Eddie started laughing but you weren’t that enthusiasticabout it.

„Oh nooo, this tshirt was my favourite! Why did it have tobe red wine?“ you were sadly examining huge red stains. „What am I going to donow?“

„I suggest you should change it.“

„Do you really think I’m carrying a closet with me, Eddie?“you wanted to sound a bit angry but the alcohol only made both of you giggle atyour comment.

„I have a closet upstairs, you can choose whatever you want,“he said and offering you his hand, he helped you stand up. Everything aroundyou was turning, so Eddie had to hold you really tight to stop you from fallingdown. According to his moves, he was also struggling with keeping the balance,but he was probably doing a bit better than you. He helped you go upstairs andled you to his bedroom where he promised you to borrow something from hiscloset. He turned on the light, sat you down on the sofa which stood right infront of the closet and then he opened it. „So what would you like? I have someplain tshirts here, long sleeved shirts here, sweaters here, it’s up to you,“he showed you everything he had.

„I don’t know…can I try something on?“ you asked.

„Sure.“ Eddie handed you a black tshirt and after a long fightof putting your arms into the right holes you assumed that this one isn’t theright for you.

„It’s too big,“ you sighed as if it was the biggest problemof your life.

„Too big, yeah. Try on this one,“ he put another tshirt inyour hands. Too big again. After trying several tshirts, you fell down tiredonly in your bra on the sofa.

„I just don’t know what I’m gonna wear,“ you admitted.Eddie, who was amused by your drunk behaviour, sat down next to you andjokingly said: „Then you don’t have to wear anything.“

„Yeaah, I can already see myself selling coffee half nakedtomorrow.“

„But I didn’t mean tomorrow, I was thinking about now.“ Youturned your head in his direction and saw small flames in his eyes. You haven’tnoticed until now how dangerously close he was to you. You felt his hot breathall over your face.

„Why don’t you take your tshirt off as well?“ you gentlycaught the hem of his tshirt and helped him get rid of that piece of clothing. Assoon as his tshirt fell on floor, he pulled you into a long and passionate kiss.Everything happened so quickly that you didn’t even had the time to think aboutit. All you could perceive was his strong arms holding you tightly and his tonguewhich was dancing with yours. You got on his lap and wrapped your arms aroundhis neck to have him the closest possible. While you were exploring the skin onhis neck, his fingers found a way to undo your bra and took it off. Eddiestarted to play carefully with your nipples and when he took one in between hislips, you already knew that this will not end here with some kissing. You felthow badly you wanted him. The boy who you’ve been hoping to meet for weeks.

He got a bit confused when you immediately got off him, butthe moment after he understood, because you took his hand and led him to thebed. You sat down and let Eddie stand in front of you as you were unbuttoninghis jeans to release his manhood. He was already pretty hard, so you put it inyour mouth without wasting any time. He leaned on your shoulders while you werecausing a good pleasure to him. It was a great sound for your ears to hearquiet moans coming out of his mouth. After a while he laid you on your back andquickly undressed the rest of you. He kneeled down to have a good approach toyou, opened your legs wider and disappeared in between your thighs. His tonguewas teasing you around your entrance and you felt like nothing can be betterthan this. Eddie’s slow moves were driving you crazy, so crazy that you almosttore up the sheets you were holding between your fingers. When he nestled aboveyou and kissed you deeply, you were already very close to your orgasm. Withoutbreaking the kiss, he inserted his lenght into you and started moving in hiships. Both of you moaned loudly as your bodies became one. Yours started to shakesoon under all the pleasure Eddie was giving and he didn’t have to thrust longuntil you reached one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. He came few secondsafter you, feeling happy and nicely tired. You covered both of you with a blanketand you laid on his chest as he was giving you little kisses in your hair.

„Y/N, I hope you know I didn’t do this only because we dranklike 20 bottles of wine. I really like you and you have no idea how long I’ve beenwatching you from my shop hoping that some day our paths will cross,“ he saidquietly. You looked up at him.

„Me too, Eddie. I’m happy that you convinced me to stay andmade me drink liters of wine, even though I know I will be so sick tomorrow. Myhead already starts hurting,“ you laughed a bit.

„Let’s just not open tomorrow and stay here. That soundsnice, doesn’t it?“

„It definitely does,“ you smiled, leaned in for thelast kiss and then fell asleep on Eddie’s chest.

Guys, I can’t believe I managed to write something after such a long time. This one is probably the longest story I’ve ever written, but all of you would deserve much longer because of all the love and positivity you are still sending my way even though I am not active anymore here. Yesterday I was feeling like reading some of the work I posted here, I logged in and saw that many of you still haven’t forgotten about me and it absolutely melted my heart. I realized that I had started writing this story sometime in February and left it unfinished, so I just pushed myself and finished it. To let you know, I miss writing so much. I miss you all so much. But it still takes lot of time only to write one oneshot since English is not my native language.

Anyway, this one is for all of you, thank you and love you♥xx

#eddie vedder #Pearl Jam #one shot #fanfiction #stone gossard #mike mccready #jeff ament #matt cameron #eddie vedder one shot #eddie vedder fanfiction #pearl jam one shot #pearl jam fanfiction #writing #grunge #90s #music

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slytherinspage · 5 years

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So I guess this is going to be the story of me and my LDR (long distance relationship).

Before the actual story begins I wanna apology for my inability to tell stories, I don’t know why but all my friends seem to be great at telling stories, making them really thrilling and mine sound boring all the time although they weren’t when I was living them?? But anyway, let the story begin.

So it was on April 8th when we first started texting. The app we „met“ if u can say so is called ACEapp. Ironically I didn’t get the app because I was hoping to find my soulmate on there. I was just bored and thought texting some strangers would be a nice way to kill time. I don’t even identify as asexual since I‘m not labeling myself. So I texted pretty much everyone on this app within the first 48h. I had some great conversation but everything seemed not to last for longer than a day. One of the people I texted is now my boyfriend. What I know from what he told me is that he got the app because he felt lonely that night. He got plenty of messages but didn’t respond to any of them except mine. (Which is funny init because my first message was literally „how did u manage to only put one sentence in your bio“. I didn’t even say hi, haha). Plus he told me that he wouldn’t have responded if he wasn’t drinking with his friends and bored because he didn’t wanna talk to anybody who’s not from the UK (because of the distance). (Fun fact: They all shaved their heads that night, aha). So we started talking and I believe after an hour or so we switched to snapchat, which is probably why we continued talking.

It was different with him than with other people because whenever a conversation seemed to be dying we (mostly him at the beginning) just started a new one so we wouldn’t stop talking. He was really sweet from the beginning, sending me messages when I was asleep. I think that’s what made me realize his different and I can’t ever let him go again. The remarkable thing is that he went through a really rough time back then. (I don’t wanna go into detail since I feel like that doesn’t belong on this blog. But he told me more than once that if he haven’t met me, he probably wouldn’t be alive no more). But although he had so much stuff going on, he always stayed kind and caring, trying his best to make me feel like i matter and like everything I have to say matters. That’s probably why and when I started falling in love with him although I probably had no idea back then.

At this point I feel like maybe it would be interesting to have his side of the story as well, how he experienced it. Maybe I‘m going to ask him to write a paragraph himself at some point. But he probably cba to do so, haha.

So I think two weeks in was the first time we called. Drunk. I was too scared to do it sober since I wasn’t confident with my English. (I‘m Swiss and he‘s English). We called drunk for about 3-4 times. (I can‘t remember it exactly). One day I called him sober. Out of nowhere. It was awkward since I was so nervous. But then some days later I called again. For 4h this time. It felt like 20 minutes. And it went so well. I mean texting him was great but calling him was even better. (Edit: We made a deal to call and send a photo at least once a week. But after the first week there was no use for this deal no more). At first it was every few days, then daily. And after like a week we stopped ending calls when we went to bed. We called overnight and on the way to work. He got up earlier only for me. At some point I just switched to video call. Which he wasn’t happy about because he isn’t very confident about his looks. (So am I tbh). But he’s very good looking, believe me guys. Anyway luckily he played along.

I couldn’t remember who said „I love you“ first. Had to ask him. So we think it was me who said „ly“ first but over text early on but more to make him feel loved then to like confess feelings that probably weren’t even there back then. He texted „I love you“ first but when he was drunk and back then I don’t think he meant it like that. He said „I love you“ first on call, on our 3. call we did sober. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal so..you should know that he was very scared of falling in love and being hurt and thats why he didn’t wanna confess to himself he liked me.

So we decided pretty early that we wanna meet up. But it was me having a week of in September and wanting to go on holidays and not me wanting to meet up with him because I thought we could become a couple or something. We wanted to go to Greece. Changed plans later tho. The new plan was I would come and visit him so we could save money. It wasn’t till June tho when I finally booked. My flight was supposed to take off on August 30. I feel like towards the end of June, beginning of July things started to get more serious, the feelings got more serious. In the end of June I ordered him a birthday present. A sweater. He also ordered me one. I got two presents tho because my birthday was after his and he got me one to open earlier so I wouldnt have to wait that long. Mine was a hp themed pillow. I got mad so I ordered him a second one for his birthday. A spiderman funko pop. So I believe up till July he was always reminding me that we’re not together (thank you at this point boo, that wasn’t needed X) but at some point that change and he was asking if he could ask me out if things go well. I said yes but if he wants to make it official on a specific date he should choose a good one like the 1.9.19. (which would have been my third day at his). We also talked about stuff that comes with a relationship like kissing and sex. (On call btw). Because I am very afraid of failing and I‘ve never like kissed anyone or had sex because I have always been so scared. But everything was fine for him. Another reason why he was on the app was because he wanted things to go slowly this time. (Which they didnt really). So he would have been fine with just holding hands and we didnt think we would have sex before like 5 years into the relationship. (No spoilers but oh boy where we wrong, ahahah). So it was July 15, his birthday. I was at work when I realized I got 6 days off before I‘m going to a festival. And his birthday sesh would have been on July 20th and I was lowkey upset that I can’t be there. So I told him about it, told him I could book a flight on the upcoming friday (July 19th). At first he didnt want me to. It was a lot of money. But I booked it anyway. And suddenly I had no time no more to emotionally prepare myself for meeting him. There was no time to think about what could go wrong or what I‘m afraid of because I was at work all week long till I would fly. Also it was a big risk since I‘ve still had the other flight booked for September so if we wouldn’t get along, I would have lost money.

So the day before I flew we called overnight and he wished me a safe flight. I called him again before the take off. The next time I called him was when I was on the train to him in England and he was on the bus to come and pick me up. Everything was normal. Then we ended the call. And I can tell you guys not everything always goes perfectly at first. Our first meeting was horrible. I got off the train and didnt see him. He went up to me and hugged me. I wanted to hug him for longer or go in for a second hug but he turned me down. (Thank you very much boo, again X). He was shaking and talking very fast and high pitched because he was so nervous. Which made me nervous and I didn’t understand anything he was saying and I was so confused because I understood him perfectly on call but just not in person. Later he told me another reason he acted so weirdly was because he thought we were late for the bus. I carried my suitcase because I felt uncomfortable. We were sitting at the bus station, talking about random things I cannot remember. It was weird and awkward. We got on the bus. Stopped talking. He wouldn’t take my hand or anything. I saw my face in a mirror and felt so ugly. I started crying because I thought now he saw me in person, thinks I‘m ugly and doesn’t like my personality and well doesn’t like me no more. And now I have to spend 6 days with him and I still like him and it hurts. He hold my hand when I was crying which made me feel better but as soon as I stopped he let go which made it worse cos I felt like he was only holding my hand because I was crying not because he liked me. So we got off the bus and walked to his. He wanted to carry my suitcase but I wanted to do it myself because I thought he wouldn’t like me and I didn’t wanted him to do it because he feels bad (which is a. a stupid reason and b. stupid cos I got asthma). So after a while he took my suitcase anyway. We got to his and I met his dad briefly. I was very tired so I laid down in his bed. He asked me if he should lay down with me. I said that I don’t care. (Because I still thought he didnt like me). He then said but ob call I asked him to do so and then he laid down. And he asked if he could spoon me. Which got me really confused so I went like „do you still wanna spoon me then?“ And he said like ofc he want to. So we laid down for like 3h and all the awkwardness kinda disappeared. I felt comfortable.

We then had to go because on that day there was a charity event of his family. Which definitely didn‘t gave me anxiety at all. I met his mother, his siblings, aunts, cousins and all his friends. Luckily there was a bar in this building, haha. I can’t remember if we were holding hands or anything. Obviously a lot of people had questions and were wondering if we were together. (I still thought he doesn’t like me and just accepted it). Because it was the 19.07.19 and I said I would also consider that as a date cos there are two 19s in it. But when someone asked (I don’t remember who) I think he asked me if it would be okay for me and then he told them that I am indeed his girlfriend.

The next day we went on a walk in the morning. (He lives by the sea). Almost no one was there besides some people walking there dogs. Felt like nintendogs in real life, aha. He later said it was the most romantic walk he ever had. Later that day there was his birthday bbq at his. I went to bed at some point because I was so tired. Then we went out with his friends. We went to three bars. Up to this point no kissing or anything. Only cuddling at night. He was drunk and I was maybe a little tipsy. He said something along „If there weren’t so many people and you were comfortable I would kiss you right now.“ We went to a club. I felt a bit sick which was why I wanted a glass of water and to sit down. Everyone else was dancing but we were sitting there talking. Unfortunately I can’t remember what his exact words were but I think he asked me if he could kiss me or just go for it. He thought I would turn him down but I kissed him back. Also maybe my hand went down his pants but who knows. We then went home. He stared at me for the whole 30min walk. It was almost scary. I remember telling him I‘m sorry but I can’t do this. By this I mean wanking him off or giving him a bj. (Btw could my post get flagged?? I hope not.) Although I‘ve liked tried it and for a girl that has never kissed someone, never kisses someone with tongue, never touched a dick or had one in her mouth I feel like I‘ve done a pretty good job doing all that in one night, on my second day with him. And I was almost sober so. Anyway at this point I got anxious again. But I took my shirt of (when spooning) and told him but we can do this and took his hand, placed it on my boob. But then I started kissing him again. We didn’t have had sex that night tho. He was too drunk.

The next morning we showered together. (Which was my idea). And from that day on we always showered together. I think that day we went to the cinema with a friend of his. We didn’t do a lot when I was there just because we have a lot of things planned for September, the first two days were very stressful and we wanted to use the time to get to know each other. So that day we had sex and were sober. But apart from that we spent a lot of tim cuddling and watching films. Nothing too exiting but we never got bored because somehow we never get bored when being together and we can talk for hours or just be cuddling. I was so happy being with him, I don’t regret anything and I can’t wait to see him again in 33 days.

So there you have it. The story with the happy ending. Let’s hope the happy ending lasts forever.

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