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filmbyjy · 1 year

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I want angst to fluff

youre dating heejake but you feel like youre not bcs they are always together, when 3 of you are in dates they would always be close to eachother, so you decided to end thjngs with them, they were grieving so much and they only noticed they werent giving you affection, one time you posted on like insta or smth but the caption is " ty for being my friends you guys were the only one who were there for me" (insert pic of friends). Heejake saw your post and went to apologize to you but they saw you with jaywon , they were showering you with hugs and kisses on the cheek. so they decide if its the best to leave you alone, you were happy with heejake but not happy as jaywon.

IM SO SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG

a/n: no!! long asks means its a good thing!! I will have bigger idea and its been narrowed down to how you’d like it! so yes, I don’t mind getting long asks!!

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader x jake

genre: polyamorous relationship, angst and fluff

warning: there is angst for the first part but don't worry! the ending was meh, i'm so sorry :')

word count: 1.3K words

don’t leave me

it had been a total 245 days since you’ve started dating these two boys. about 8 months or so. you love them both however, recently...you were feeling like a thirdwheel. you knew your two boyfriends were practically attached to the hip.

they were best friends since middle school, they practically grew up with each other. at first when dating them you knew what you were signing up for. you knew they were very close but you just didn't expect them to literally ignore you at times. it was like you weren't there at times and it hurt you.

you tried telling them about this. expressing your feelings. they did try to improve on it but then they just went back to how it was. you had enough with it, you couldn't deal with this anymore.

"let's break up." you told them as they were laughing in the living room talking about all the crazy fun things they had done together at the arcade. you weren't even invited to it.

it went silent. the two boys staring at you wide eyed. you looked away from them so you couldn't see their expressions. you knew you'd breakdown the moment you saw their faces. you still loved them a lot but you couldn't handle more of this. you didn't even feel like a friend, you’re just like an outsider to your relationship.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

"what, why?" jake voices out. his tone was soft, he knew you'd cry any second now.

"just because." you simply said.

"babe-"

"i'll pack my bags and leave tonight. you two take care, alright?" you left the living room and went to your room.

it had been a month since the break up. you've moved out of their house and left not a single trace. you had such a hard time for the first 2 weeks. you didn't leave the bed. not even once. your two friends jay and jungwon had tried to pull you up. get you out and make you happy but it was hard.

jay and jungwon were a couple. though, they frequently deny they are in a relationship but it was obvious they liked each other. you assumed they didn’t want to put a label over their ‘relationship’.

jungwon nudges your shoulder, "hey there, pretty. here, a glass of water to sober you up."

jay drapes his jacket over you. you smiled at him and thanked him.

"look, i know you want to forget about them but sometimes it's okay to say that you miss them." jay says. you laid your head on jungwon's shoulder.

"is it obvious?"

"very." jungwon says. you smacked his arm. he chuckles and grabs your hand, playing with your fingers. you've never experienced this when you were dating heeseung and jake.

sure, they did a little affection but they did more together then with you. jay and jungwon always gave you the perfect affection. they both initiate it on you (despite being only friends with those two. it was simply platonic)

"you know...if you want them back, we could always devise a plan." jay says.

"a plan of revenge, hyung?" jungwon asks. jay smirks and ruffles jungwon's hair.

"god, now you are making me feel like a thirdwheel." you groaned.

"ah, no. you aren't a thirdwheel! you know we love you (name)."

"yeah yeah. just bring me home. i wanna sleep, i'm tired. i don't wanna deal with life anymore." you mumbled out. jay and jungwon sighed. they brought you home that night and tucked you into bed.

jay dials for jake.

“she’s asleep.”

“that’s great.” jake says.

jay sighs, “look, I know you two miss her. it’s obvious every time we hang out. I literally can see you two pouting every time we mention her.”

“we don’t-”

“cut that bullshit. you two love her a lot still and the break up was stupid. the three of you could’ve worked it out if you talked. (name) told you about it and you did nothing.”

“we did try something but it didn’t work. maybe we were never meant to both date her.”

“what do you mean. you both brought the best out of her. she was happy. yeah, she’s happy with us but she’s not as happy as when she was with you.”

“well it’s over.”

“not if you two get your asses back to her, get on your damn knees and apologise.”

“but she won’t-”

“jake, both me and jungwon love you but sometimes…I JUST WANNA SMACK THAT IDIOTIC FACE OF YOURS.” jay yells. jake winces.

“alright. we’ll go talk to her tomorrow.”

however, they never did. well in the morning nor afternoon but you heard the doorbell ring at like 1am. you had just gone out of bed to grab a glass of water since your throat felt dry. the moment you opened the door, you swore your heart dropped at the sight of your exes.

“(name).” heeseung says. you wanted to shut the door on them but you couldn’t. you were frozen in your spot. it’s been too long since you’ve seen them since the break up.

“we came to apologise.” jake adds.

“can we come in?” heeseung cautiously asks.

it was freezing and the two boys had simply thrown a hoodie over their body. you knew they both got cold easily and you would feel bad to let them freeze so you let them in your home.

all three of you settled on the couch in the living room. jake kneels down on the ground. you were shocked.

“(name). we are so sorry.” he voices out. heeseung does the same and kneels in front of you.

“boys, get up.” you pulled them up. “why are you doing this?”

“we can’t forget about you, (name).”

“we also feel awful about ignoring you. we didnt intentionally do it. it’s just-”

“our first time getting into this kind of polyamorous relationship. moreover, you are our first girlfriend.”

“we didn’t know how to act and to be honest, it was a jerk move to completely ignore you and not communicate with you.”

“you deserve the world, (name). we didn’t treasure you enough and for that…we’re extremely sorry.” jake says. the moment you looked up to meet their eyes, you noticed the tears falling from both of their faces.

“jake, heeseung.” you pulled them into a hug. it felt too long, you missed this. you missed them. however, you knew you’d be a fool to accept them back. what if they continued with the same thing again?

you let go of them once all three of you calmed down.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I’ll be ready to fully accept you guys back. i’m afraid that you guys might ignore me again and we’d just go back to how it was. i don’t want that to happen.” you say. they nod.

“we completely understand. we should leave, thank you for hearing our apology (name).” heeseung says. he pays jake’s shoulders and jake stands up. poor jake sniffles, he already feels like crying once again.

“wait.” you say. they turned around and you hugged them again. “i love the both of you.”

“we love you too.”

they left that night feeling guilty and sad. however, nothing could fully prepare themselves for when you appeared at their front door. kissing the living daylights out of heeseung since he opened the door.

it had been too long. since you’ve felt your lips against his.

“hyung, who was at- the front door..” jake pauses. he did not expect to see you. you pulled away from heeseung and turned your head to meet jake’s eyes.

“umm hi?” jake says. you walked over to him and pulled his onto his collar before smashing your lips against his. jake yelps in surprise. he wasn’t complaining though, your kiss was truly something else.

his hands wrapped around your waist. you pulled away.

“why did you-”

“i know i’m stupid but I really don’t want you guys gone from my life. i really love you two. i umm, can we try this over?”

both heeseung and jake looked at each other.

“of course.” jake pulls you into a hug.

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m-j98 · 7 months

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My first participation in an ongoing Whumptober, and especially in art! (It's still the 13th where I live, is it where you guys are, too?)

Usually I just upload fics where I used prompts from the past years. I kinda rushed this, and I'm not very good at drawing things without references, so don't come for me, please 🙈 I only just started with digital art, I usually draw on paper...

Anyways, since I can't help myself, there's also a short snippet I wrote, just to ... set the mood, explain the context of this pic, idk, it got a little out of hand ... enjoy!

TW: homophobia/slurs, depictions of violence, "slight" SA (unwanted touching)

"Where is Nick? We've been waiting for ages!", Tao whined. To be fair, they had already been waiting for 20 minutes at this point.

"How long does it take for him to use the loo? It wasn't that far away!"

Charlie checked his phone. "I don't know ... he didn't send a message either. Maybe he just ran into someone he knows?"

It was the first pride event all of them visited, together. Well, all of them is wrong, Sahar and Imogen spent the day ... somewhere else? They didn't say, but they wanted to try to show up to the party in the evening. By now it was almost 9 pm though and the others weren't sure if they were really going to show. The teens had to leave the club at 12 am, being minors and all, so they needed to make do with what time they had.

Tara and Darcy went on a little roadtrip together, so they couldn't be there either.

"Maybe you should call him", Elle suggested, while fixing her dress in a shop window. Isaac looked up from the book he was reading. "Maybe you guys should chill. We still have time. The party is not gonna start for another 10 minutes and the club is just down the street."

Charlie hesitated, but then grabbed his phone again. Truth be told, he was getting a little worried. "I think I'll call him."

Nick passed the dark shop windows on his way back to his friends. The bi-flag he wore around his neck softly billowed in the wind as a small group of older - and drunk - men bumped into him. "Oh, sorry", Nick said, event though he felt that they could have watched where they were going, too.

Swaying, one of the young men, turned to him. "Watch your step, faggot ..."

Normally, Nick thought he was pretty resilient to people trying to bully him, but here, right now, he felt a little alone and vulnerable. "I don't want any trouble ...", he mumbled, taking a step back.

The older guys started to surround him. "Oh, really? Well, maybe we do."

Nick was always fairly sure he was able to hold his own in a fight, if it came to it; not that he particularly liked fighting ... But he was outnumbered, by far.

The dark-haired man who insulted him grabbed him by the collar and pushed him into a nearby alleyway. Most of the others blocked the way out, snickering quietly.

"My friends are waiting for me, please", Nick practially begged, but the stranger didn't even grace him with an answer. He immediatly threw a punch, hitting him squarely in the face.

"Ugh..." Nick's head snapped back, he felt blood gushing out of his nose as he toppled over. This pain was nothing compared to the kicks that rained down on him afterwards though, hitting him in his chest as some of the other men joined their friend. One particularly nasty kick got him in his face. The pain that exploded behind his forehead and his eye blinded Nick for a second.

At some point he felt his flag being ripped off his back. The stranger knelt down next to the teenager and pushed the opened button up shirt aside. Nick started throwing weak punches in the general direction of the man. "... No ..."

He simply evaded them. "Oh, not so fond of men touching you now, are you?", he sneered, when suddenly, Nick's phone started buzzing. The dark-haired stranger pulled the phone out of his pocket and laughed at the screen, which was lit up with a picture of Nick and Charlie. "Look, it's that fag's boyfriend! Should we answer?"

"No!", Nick screamed, at least he tried to. It came out more of a whisper, thanks to his hurting ribs.

The older man threw the phone at the wall across from them, where it went dark upon impact.

A little voice in the back of Nicks mind told him his mum would be mad about that later, but realistically, she would probably not be mad at him.

"We should get going", one of the other men suddenly said. The main attacker checked his watch. "You're right. What should we do with you, though? Can't leave you running around telling people about this, now can we?"

Nick didn't like where this was going. At all.

From the back of his pants, the stranger procured a flip knife. The blade was illuminated menacingly by the streetlights from outside the alley.

"Best of luck to you, fag."

With that, he thrust the blade deep into Nick's upper stomach.

A load groan ripped itself from the ginger's throat as the blade swiftly cut into his flesh and, just as easily, glided right back out. Blood welled up from the wound and started running down his body in warm rivulets, staining his white cotton shirt and blue jeans a dark crimson color.

The stranger quickly stood back up and, together with his mates, left Nick to bleed out, all by himself.

Heavy breathing filled the alleyway as the teen just stayed on the ground, one hand pressed to his bleeding side. I can't stay here ... I need to get help...

Very slowly Nick got up off the ground, leaning on the cold walls for support. Broken phone and dirty flag forgotten, he made his way out of the alleyway, onto the empty street. Of course, just his luck, that there's not a single soul wandering around this evening.

Sighing softly, the teenager began the agonizing trip back to his friends.

"He's not picking up", Charlie told the others, his worry growing by the minute. Something had to be wrong. What if he was lost, what if he was sick or hurt or -

"I'm sure everything is fine", Elle answered, grounding her friend with a touch of her hand on his shoulder and silencing this never-ending spiral of doom in his head. She's probably right. What could have possibly happend...?

The friends were waiting for a few more minutes, and definitely late to the party by now, when suddenly, Nick emerged from the shadows, right around the corner.

Charlies inital relief was short-lived though, when he saw the state his boyfriend was in. Blood was staining his clothes, his skin ...

Their friends seemed to be in similar states of shock.

Still leaning on the nearest wall for support, Nick's blurry vision caught sight of his friends, presumably waiting for him. The dizziness made it difficult to even stay upright at this point. His shaky legs had trouble holding him up.

"Charlie ...", he whispered.

Faster than the curly-haired boy thought possible, he started running. "Nick?"

The older boy started swaying, eyelids drooping. "I don't feel so good ..." His knees buckled and the last thing he heard was Charlie, screaming his name: "NICK!"

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rommahh · 3 years

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I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break. Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 6

(It feels a little strange posting this right now, with the real Henry just going public with his new girlfriend, that looks exactly like my fictional (!!!) character Kelly. And I swear it's a coincidence that I chose the Daily Mail to reveal the pictures in my story...So if you feel uncomfortable with all this, don't proceed!)

It's time for the next chapter of "Painkiller". I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, so here we go...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella)

Summary: Henry has to explain a lot to many different people, Kelly is taking advantage and Ella is a kinky girl

Warnings: RPF! Angst, mentioning of daddy kink, a little sex talk, nothing serious, but still 18+

Unbeta'ed, as usual...all mistakes are mine, English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned...

Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from pinterest, I don't know Henry Cavill, not a bit, this is all fictional, fantasy and wishful thinking!

Parts 1-5 can be found here: nashi's masterlist

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Like every day Ella entered the store a good hour before opening time. It still felt strange to start the day without Katie who had decided to stay at home with little Lenny half a year before returning to the world of work. They had hired a help, Mr. Meller, who was the epitome of a middle aged bookworm and it worked perfectly. Ella got along with him very well, he reminded her of her father a lot, and the customers loved him. He wouldn't arrive until a few minutes before nine so Ella had almost an hour to have a coffee and prepare the shop and the cafe for the day. As usual she unpacked the stacks of shrink-wrapped newspapers and started to place them on the counter and the coffee tables in the cafe area. When she took a closer look at the headlines of the Daily Mail her heart skipped a beat before it started to clench. The pain that began to spread in her chest was dreadful and she felt sick all of the sudden. She sat down on one of the barstools at the cafe counter with wobbly legs before she looked at the pictures again.

Henry. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he showed up with in public. A girlfriend Ella didn't know about. A girlfriend that was apparently beautiful, young, sexy, curvy...not flat as a pancake. Ella swallowed hard and forced herself to read the little article underneath the pictures.

Henry Cavill was spotted with his new girlfriend yesterday by one of our readers, who sent us the pictures of the happy couple he was able to take in Kensington. "They seemed to be very in love." Our source reports. "Kissing and hugging all the time. Cavill couldn't keep his hands off of her and she kept gazing adoringly at him." It seems A-Lister Cavill has found a new love after a few years of being single. The actor, best known for his role as Superman, who is very discreet about his private life, has a long list of ex-girlfriends but -as he said in an interview lately- is still waiting for the one to fulfill his biggest dream: to start a family. Maybe the wait is over now and Superman has found his Supergirl. But who is the mysterious bombshell? Nobody seems to know…

A loud knock on the door interrupted Ella. She flinched when she saw Henry standing outside. Shit. She got up and walked over to the entrance with knees that felt like jelly, her heart racing at double speed. She took a deep breath before unlocking the door.

Get your act together.

"Henry, good morning. What are you doing here?" She was surprised that she managed to sound so normal.

"Hey. Good morning. Can I come in?" His voice was tense and he seemed to be nervous, tugging on his sleeve repeatedly with a sheepish smile.

"Sure." Ella stepped aside to let him enter the room. He glanced around and his eyes found the newspaper, the pics of him and Kelly staring right at his face.

"I'm sorry, Ella." He turned to her with a frown.

"Sorry? For what?"

He pointed at the Daily Mail. "For not telling you about Kelly."

"Kelly, huh? Well, there's no need to be sorry. This is none of my business, Henry." Ella took the newspaper and looked at the pictures with a nonchalant smile she had to force upon her numb face. "She's very pretty…"

"You're my friend. I should have told you. I didn't want you to read it in the papers…"

Ella just shrugged. She didn't know what to say without sounding jealous or disappointed or both. She felt incredibly empty inside.

"It's not even something serious...I mean we're right at the beginning of our...whatever. I didn't tell anyone about it…"

"A secret affair? How exciting." Ella winked at him when in fact she wanted to scream.

"Not really secret but it wasn't supposed to go public."

"Well, you should have taken her to Gianni's. I heard they are very discreet there." Now her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Ella…"

"Henry, listen...as I said. This is none of my business, okay? But I'm happy if you're happy." Ella clenched her teeth to prevent her eyes from watering. She was sure he could see her jaw work.

"You don't look happy." Henry's voice was almost a whisper now, a whisper that crept into her ear, through her veins and right into her hurting heart. She turned around abruptly and went straight to the coffee machine to clean it. She wasn't able to answer when she had to look at him.

Fumbling with the water container she finally was able to pull herself together.

"I guess I'm just a little disappointed that you haven't told me about her." She said as calmly as possible. "I thought you'd trust me."

"I do trust you, Ella." Henry leaned on the counter looking at her with a frown. "It's just...I didn't really know where this was going and I didn't want to bother you…"

"Bother me?" Ella turned around with something close to a smile. "You can bother me whenever you want with whatever is on your mind, Henry. You know that. That's what friends are for." She almost choked on her own words. Fake it till you make it.

Henry just nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. You can tell me now. How did you meet her?"

"Well, that's kinda funny. She dialled the wrong number when she tried to contact a friend and so she had me on the phone and we had a pretty funny conversation and then we talked again the next day and texted and then we met and...yeah...well." Henry grinned and he felt like a fool.

"Oh...meet cute." Ella said and her heart clenched again. She couldn't help but think about the night she'd met Henry for the first time and the memory helped her to fake another smile.

Henry shrugged and let out a snort. "Yeah, guess so. A crazy coincidence at least."

"And now you're dating her."

What was he supposed to say? He wasn't dating Kelly. He wasn't in love with Kelly. He just had sex with her. But he didn't want to go down the rabbit hole and get confronted with more and more questions he didn't have an answer to. He simply couldn't talk about this with Ella without revealing his feelings for her. So he decided to choose the allegedly easy way out.

"Yes. I...we...want to take it slow though. We're just getting to know each other better."

"That sounds good, Henry. I hope you find what you're looking for. Can't wait to meet her." The lie tasted like acid, burning on her tongue. When Ella heard the door she was relieved and expected it to be Mr. Meller, but to her surprise it was Jax who stood in the doorway, holding the Daily Mail in his hand.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Jax." Ella and Henry said in unison, staring at him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something." He joined Henry at the counter and threw the newspaper on it with a thud. "Congratulations on your new girlfriend." Jackson smiled at him.

Ella was sure Henry wasn't realizing it but she knew Jackson good enough to know he was pissed. The way his eyebrow twitched gave it away.

"She's not…" Henry sighed and shook his head. "Forget it...thanks I guess."

Ella couldn't stand this anymore. She just wanted this conversation to be over and get rid of Henry. She couldn't look at his ridiculously handsome face right now, didn't dare to look into his eyes and she absolutely wasn't able to be in the same room with him any longer without bursting into tears.

"We were just talking about how much I want to meet Kelly.

"Oh really? Kelly..." Jax raised his eyebrows in an odd mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"What about dinner at my place on saturday, Henry? You, Kelly and I? Jax, can join us…."

"Yes, sure." Henry was much too surprised to make up a spontaneous excuse.

"Great. Jax?"

"Count me in."

"Fantastic. Ok, that's settled then."

She clapped her hands and turned to Henry.

"I'm sorry but I really got a lot of work to do…"

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna leave you to it." He gave her a nod. "Talk to you later?"

"Sure." Ella gulped, avoiding eye contact.

When Henry had left she let out a deep breath and turned to Jackson who hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Elsie." Ella sobbed into his chest unable to say anything. Jax kissed her head tenderly before he took a step back. "Listen, sweetie. I know you're hurting right now and you just want to hide in your bed with tons of crisps and chocolate but you have a job to do. So keep a stiff upper lip and be strong for the next 9 hours, okay? And tonight you come to my place and we'll have as much junk food and sweets and cherry coke as you want and you can break down and cry and moan and mope. And I'm going to listen and dry your tears. And tell you that I was right, of course."

He winked and Ella let out a grunt that was half sob and half laughter. "Okay." She wiped her eyes to dry the tears and straightened her back. She even managed to smile.

"That's my girl." Jax gave her a thumbs up and when Mr. Meller entered the store Ella was sure she was going to make it through the day.

****

When Henry looked at his mobile on the way back to his car he snorted with frustration. There were countless missed calls and at least a dozen messages. From his manager, his assistant, journalists and his family of course.

Wtf, brother. Is that your way to win Ella's heart?

Charlie had texted and his friend Corey seemed to be confused too.

What's going on? U have a gf? Call me!

He was going to take care of them later. Now he had to call Kelly to give her some instructions.

He got in the car and dialled her number. She answered almost immediately.

"Morning, Babe." She sounded way too enthusiastic. "Have you seen it? We're all over the internet!"

"Yes, I have Kell. And that's nothing to exult over. This is a worst case scenario."

"Why. I don't care if everybody knows about us."

"But I do and there's not really an "us". You know that."

"Yes, I do. Oh come on, don't be so grumpy. It's just two pictures. Just tell the press we're only good friends and they're gonna lose interest."

Henry took a deep breath. "Don't be naive, that's not how it works. This wasn't supposed for the public eye but now it's on the internet and in the papers. The damage is done."

"Is it about Ella? You don't want her to know?"

"I didn't want her to learn about it from the Daily Mail….listen, Kelly, don't talk to anyone about this, okay? Not to your friends and most of all not to the press or some internet freaks or whatever. Can you do this for me?"

"Of course. You know I'm discreet."

"Sure. I do. I just need you to stick to it."

"I promise. My lips are sealed."

"Thanks, Kelly."

"You know what, baby? Maybe this is a sign."

"A sign for what?" Henry had a notion what she was up to.

"Well, maybe we can be more than fuck buddies. Maybe it's time we start dating."

"Kelly…" Henry sighed.

"Yes, yes, yes...Ella. I know. And I'm cool with it. But maybe I can help you to get over her. Just gimme a chance, Henry. Let's date, everyone thinks we are dating anyway."

She had a point, he knew this.

"Yeah. Maybe you're right. But let's talk about this later, okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh and I almost forgot...Ella wants to meet you. She invited us over for dinner at her place on Saturday."

"You already talked to her?"

"Sure. I've just visited her at work. To explain…"

"I see. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her."

"Yeah...so is she. I gotta go, Kelly. Talk to you later."

"Okay. Bye, babe."

After ending the call Henry closed his eyes and let his head sink back on the head rest with a deep sigh. It was just about 9 o'clock and he was already exhausted and done with the day. It fit in the picture that an angry looking traffic warden knocked on his window to point out to him that his car was parked in a no stopping area. He opened the window with an apologetic grin and took the ticket she handed him over with a sour smile.

*****

Henry spent the rest of the day at home on the phone and online, answering all kinds of questions about him and Kelly to his friends and family, his management and assistants. Of course he wouldn't comment on all of this with an official statement. He never had before and he wouldn't start now. Even if not denying it meant that the whole world considered Kelly to be his girlfriend. Maybe he deserved it for being so careless, for going out with Kelly more often after the dinner at the chippy went so well the other day. For taking her with him when he walked Kal. For going to the bloody supermarket with her. He still didn't know how this was even possible. They had stopped by at this supermarket to buy some food for dinner after a short stroll with Kal. Henry had worn a cap and sunglasses. No one had recognized him, he was 100% sure of that. He knew the way people looked at him when they were aware of who he was. He had taken off the sunglasses inside the shop and hadn't taken them back on when they'd left and when Kelly had taken off his cap to run her hands through his hair and kiss him. It was a short kiss. Only a few seconds because Henry didn't want her to kiss him in public. But it had been long enough for some random passer-by to take a picture and sell it to the press. A few damn seconds that ruined everything. It could have been so easy. A casual fling with Kelly, his friendship with Ella…at least if he'd had the guts to tell Ella about it...but now everything felt so fucking complicated. Now he was somehow dating Kelly and jeopardizing his friendship with Ella.

He was just about to call her when a Zoom call from Corey came in. When his face appeared on Henry's laptop screen, he seemed to be worried.

"Hey." Henry waved at him like an idiot.

"Henry, what the fuck is going on? You and your girlfriend are breaking the internet."

Henry took a deep breath.

"First of all she's not my girlfriend."

"Yeah...I thought so...I mean because of Ella."

Henry knitted his brows and shrugged sighing.

"Yeah…"

"So she's not your girlfriend, but…?"

"But she's a woman I have casual sex with…"

Henry told Corey the whole story from A to Z. How he'd met Kelly, how he'd kept it a secret from Ella and all the other shit that had happened lately.

"And you're absolutely sure that Ella doesn't want more than friendship?" Corey asked sceptically after Henry had updated him.

"Unfortunately I am, man. There have been so many intimate situations...and she never made a move."

"Intimate?"

"Yeah...we have been physically and emotionally very close so often. We even had this...I don't know...sex talk...but nothing's ever happened."

"You talked about having sex?" Corey seemed to be surprised.

"Well not about the two of us having sex together. But she once told me about a special kink. Man, Corey...that was a hard conversation...literally…"

His friend chuckled. "A kinky girl, huh. What kind of kink? Spill it."

Henry sighed with a strange look on his face.

"Okay. Let me tell you the story of horny Henry and how he wanted to be Christian Gray for his sweet elf Ella"

Henry and Ella we're sitting on her couch after dinner. Henry had made a vegetarian chili and they were both completely stuffed. They were just debating about one of the big questions in life -cereals or milk first- when Ella's mobile beeped repeatedly, signaling new WhatsApp messages. She took a look at them and a wide grin spread on her pretty face.

"What?" Henry asked curiously.

"Jax just sent me a link."

"And what's so funny?"

"It's a video called "Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets"."

"Oh that...let's see." He grabbed her phone with a quick motion.

"Hey." Ella protested laughing.

Henry looked at the screen

Look what Hunter sent

😇😎

😏

https://youtu.be/fHS2cqjijIk Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets

"Who's Hunter?" Henry asked and Ella took her phone off his hand.

"Jax's brother."

"He knows about...well...that we're friends?" Henry looked at her with a frown.

"Obviously. Don't worry, he's not even...he's trustworthy." Ella gave him a wink. "So let's take a look at Mr. Cavill reading his fan's dirty fantasies."

"It's really not that spectacular…" Henry rolled his eyes, feeling a little awkward.

Ella shushed him, laughing, before she opened the link and the video started to play.

"Do you get called "daddy" a lot?" A voice asked while an extremely good looking Henry, dressed in a gray suit, his white shirt a little unbuttoned, showing off his chest hair, fished a piece of paper from a plastic container. A snort, a smirk. "On the internet. Sure."

Ella gave him a glance and a lewt smile. They watched the rest of the short clip and Ella laughed a lot, admiring Henry's funny, quick-witted answers.

"This is hilarious." she shook her head, still grinning. "Daddy."

"Oh, come on. Spare me…" Henry gave her an awkward smile. "I really don't get this daddy stuff. I mean...daddy in a sexual context...that's gross, isn't it?"

He locked eyes with Ella searching for approval. "Not really. I used to think the same way, but I learned that it's not about, I don't know… incestuous fantasies or something. I'm not an expert, but you don't imagine being with your father or your daughter. It's a roleplay and it's more about a difference in power between the sex partners. The daddy dom is in charge, dominating the baby girl and she's agreed to obey. The daddy dom is not an abuser. He takes care, is a protector and teacher, and when the little one acts like a brat he's going to discipline her...yeah...something like this." Ella cleared her throat and bit her lip, a little embarrassed now. Of course her cheeks were dark red.

Henry tilted his head with a mischievous grin.

"For not being an expert you know a lot about it."

Ella shrugged, pretending nonchalance.

"Is that your kind of kink?"

"I...well...yes, sometimes. You know, I had some kind of affair after Craig and I broke up and my lover...he showed me a new side of love. Of sex."

"New?"

"Yeah, the rough side, beyond Vanilla. Stuff I hadn't done with Craig. He showed me that it's great to be in control but that it can be even better and very relaxing to let go of control from time to time. To stop thinking and just do what you're told. To let someone take care of you, reward you, praise you and sometimes...well...punish you."

Henry had no idea why, but hearing her talk about this turned him on a lot. His dick twitched at the thought of Ella acting submissive with a dominating partner.

"Are we talking about S/M?" He realized that his voice sounded hoarse and he looked her in the eyes longer and deeper than usual.

"No. Not really. It was more a little 50-shades-of-gray-ish. Nothing extreme, all very playful, but different to what I knew. I learned a lot about me and my sexuality with him. He opened my eyes in more ways than one." Ella held his gaze and Henry felt like his skin was on fire all of the sudden. He felt jealous of the guy...of her Christian Gray...of the things he assumed they'd done together.

"And what happened? Why did the affair come to an end?"

"He had to leave London. Moved to Berlin for his job."

"I'm sorry." Henry moved a little closer to Ella shifting his position, turning his upper body to her. She did the same before answering.

"It's no big deal. As I said, it was just an affair."

"Shortly after the break up."

"Yes."

"So you were ready for a fling back then but not ready to date me?"

This caught her off guard, Henry could tell by the way she flinched slightly.

"I did date you…."

"Yeah. Once. And all I got was a rejection and a peck on the cheek." He smirked, played it cool, but his heart was racing like crazy. They had never talked about this before.

"You mean I owe you a goodnight kiss?"

"Yeah...isn't that what good girls do? Kissing daddy goodnight." Henry felt his heart pounding in his throat.

Ella raised her eyebrows. "If daddy tells them to. Of course."

Their eyes were still locked, breaths going fast, hearts racing and they started to lean in slowly.

And at this point Henry's anecdote ended.

"Hey, wait...what happened next?" Corey wanted to know with a curious look on his face.

"Then you cock-blocked me." Henry laughed.

"What? How's that?"

"I'm just kidding. My mobile rang and the moment was over. You were the caller."

"Shit. Sorry, man."

"Nevermind. I doubt that something would have happened. We had quite a few moments like this and she never kissed me." He shrugged. "It's pointless thinking about it anyway. We're friends. I'm with Kelly now. Full stop."

"You could tell Ella you love her. Maybe she just doesn't dare to make a move after she friendzoned you."

"No, I can't. She doesn't want me. Not the way I want her." And Henry's tone left no doubt that he was done with the topic.

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tbc

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Couldn't stop thinking about your post about accidentally sending boobies pics to the guyd so I'll add this for funsies:

Another one of your long work shifts just ended. The life of a prohero was as they said, jampacked with action. You had seen it coming, knowing that even though the hero training at UA was tough, it was nothing compared to the line of herowork you chose. Being born with a powerful quirk both had it's advantages but also left high expectations of you.

The material of your hero outfit is rubbing uncomfortably against your skin as you make your way to your apartment. The lights turned one in a sequence after you rounded the corner and lit the hallway up enough so you could spot the small package left by your door. An ounce of excitement surge through you as you remember given yourself permission to treat yourself with a gift... or a few.

After closing the door and taking off your high tech boots and carefully placing them aside you make your way to the sofa. The package seemed in well condition, which is what you would expect of an expensive brand. You took out your phone and snapped the girls from high school a quick pic of the awaited box. They of course knew about it, as it was both their idea and they also helped you pick out what would fit you best.

Even though the excitement was eating up at you, you prepare yourself with a shower first. Stepping out of your work attire feels relieving and you spend a great amount of time letting the hot water pour over your sore muscles.

As you step out you decide to simply letting the towel stay tucked around your body. You come back to several snaps expressing the girls' need to see it on you asap and asking you to send pics.

To be honest, sharing revealing pics wasn't something you usually contributed to. Not that you felt weird about it. You always hype up the other girls. Something about taking pics in what could be considered lewd positions was embarrassing to say the least.

You open the neat box and underneath the layers of wrap is several bikinis and bathing suits all in bright neon colors. Thanks, Mina. You pick up one of the more decorative ones and try to find what's up and what's down.

You check out yourself through your camera and find the green swimming suit with holes on either side of your ribcage to be quite flattering for your physique.

You take a simple pic angled from above so the girls can see the whole attire while giving a teasing peak of your cleavage.

A few seconds go by and you get spammed with both texts in chat and pics of the girl making exaggerated faces to show their support. Messages of encouragement to show more of them also arrive to your phone and you can't help but giggle at their attitude.

After sending a few pics with simple poses to the gc and getting an overwhelming amount of compliments and praise you find it in you to play around with the skimpy bikinis, purposely not tying the straps and having the hang loose across your collarbone.

You open a snap that mina sent to the gc. She's showcasing a new homemade iced coffee with the text "having to quench my thirst after seeing y/n".

You tap to send back a pic of your untied bikini top that is hanging over the skin beneath your tits now. Your crane your neck to show off more of your bare skin and place heart emojis over your otherwise free nipples and hit send.

You sit back to enjoy their hopefully shocked reactions but you only get one single reply from Uraraka.

"how long can it take to put on a bikini?? 👀"

The response confused you. You remember hitting send but had it not gotten to her yet? You check the chat to see if it was still sending but... why wasn't it showing that you had sent a snap?

Your thoughts were interupted as a notification pop up saying "Local Plug⚡ replayed your snap again"

What....??

You go back to the chat page and watch as a new snap show up in another groupchat you have with your other hero associates and also former classmates. It's a group chat Mina and Denki started in your last year of high school cause they thought to bring their best friends together and it's been active ever since.

You think back to the last few minutes of confusion and fear the worst. You take a deep breath and click upon the unopened snap.

A picture of Denki's recognizable hair placed at the bottom of the screen and his headboard with his posters in the back pop up on your screen. You read the text above his head that says "WAUW 😍😍 and here I thought you couldn't get seexuer 🔥🔥🔥". That's... could it be? Did you accidentally sent it to the wrong-

Another snap comes from Mina in the same chat. "Sharing with the boys too I see". And another. "Remember I called dips first".

Not long after comes one from Sero. "Was about to ignore the sudden spam but wowie I'm glad I chose not to

Are you sending more or are we gonna have to admit this picture to memory?"

You are in shock to say the least. You sit still and stare ahead while imagining their reaction to getting a nude from you out of nowhere. But is it a nude? I mean, you covered your nipples.... You at least didn't bare yourself completely. Can you play it off?

All kinds of thoughts are jumbled in your head as you receive even more snaps, supposedly discussing you disappearing as quick as you showed up.

Oh god it's gonna be so awkward when you meet again. Well, Sero and Denki would occasionally discuss sexual topics between themselves, but what about Kiri and Bakugo? Oh nonono. Hopefully Bakugo didn't strive off from his usual bedtime at 8 pm otherwise you would not have a lot of time to come up with an excuse. But then there's Kirishima. Sweet and tender Kirishima. He's often teased for not persuing women the same way the others do. What a shock it must be for him to suddenly see you like that.

You open the new snaps and you can't help trying to rid yourself of those haunting thoughts. The suggestive comments didn't help the growing heat between your legs. "Leaving us just like that, princess?" "What a tease" "I bet she's busy playing with herself to us" "You guys should have seen how she fronted herself to the girls" "she's prob making a mess of her new bikini"

Your cheeks are heating up more and more by each message. You are sure that you no longer could send any pictures without giving your flustered self away. Not that you were going to! Something about these messages leave you wondering if they have had an interest in you before this incident. You would be lying if you said that you hadn't had instances where you would be thinking of them when you were playing with yourself. Is it the same case for them?

- I'm sorry I'm gonna be stopping it here 🤠 it got reaalllllyyyy long and this is such a bad place to leave on a cliffhanger oOF

Thinking bakugou 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 oops sorry bakugou

Didn't mean to send my massive milkers to you and Kirishima 😂

Omg Nonny this was great thank you so much!

#nonny novels #nonny talks

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kpop-cakepops · 3 years

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The Skateboard// Johnny SeoXFem!Reader

I was thinking about skater Johnny late at night. Sue me.

Genre: Fluff (tiny hints of angst)

Word Count: 1,258

Disclaimer: This was NOT my best, but I thought it was cute the way I wrote it in the middle of the night lol. (Also, I know that's a longboard in the pic, but he looks too good OKAY?!) Enjoy!

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It was the skateboard. You were sure of it. No matter how many times you thought about it, you were sure it was the skateboard that intrigued you and not the tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired god that owned it.

The first time you saw him, sorry, the skateboard, you were sitting on a park bench waiting for your friends to meet you for ice cream. The owner of the skateboard had rolled past you with earbuds dug deep into his ears and his music so loud that you could hear the light buzzing of it as he passed by. You were stunned as he leisurely rode on, his hands splayed to his sides calmly.

The second time you saw him, he was walking into the old record shop you so happened to work at. He had his music on again but this time the skateboard was held under his arm as he looked through the racks and racks of music lined up in the small and stuffy shop. You spent a solid 15 minutes debating on whether or not to walk up to him and ask if he needed any recommendations. Much to your disappointment, the young man had walked out of the shop just as you stepped out from behind your counter. You couldn't do anything other than watch from inside as he set down the skateboard and rode away.

So it started. Almost like a ritual, he would enter the shop every Thursday at the same time but he would never stay long enough for you to approach him, always leaving when you disappeared to the back room, or when you were busy helping other customers. Eventually, you learned to watch him from afar. It seemed that was how he liked things... whether he did it subconsciously or not.

It was only two months later that things changed. Your world flipped upside down so suddenly that the guy and his skateboard seemed to become a mere shadow of a memory in the deepest corner of your mind. After your mom’s unexpected accident, you had to take a leave from work to take care of her for the first 2 weeks. After that things became harder. You had to drop out of University until further notice and get a second and third part-time jobs as well as switch your shifts at the record store to the night time. To put it lightly, in a mere month and a half, your entire life had changed. You were tired, sad, and no one seemed to understand the way you felt. Not your father, who refused to acknowledge his first family, not your siblings who refused to help you make ends meet as they were too busy with school...

That’s how you found yourself crying alone outside the record store after your closing shift. Things had gotten hard and you didn’t know how to help yourself. That’s when you heard it. The sound of those tiny wheels on the asphalt. You caught sight of a tall young man riding a skateboard in the dark. A small smile appeared on your face as you remembered when your biggest challenge was to build up the courage to ask a guy about his skateboard.

The sound of the skateboard passed you only to stop abruptly a few feet from you. You didn’t pay much attention to it as you were too embarrassed to have been caught crying on the street by a stranger. That is until an envelope dropped on your lap. You looked up at the stranger and lo and behold, it was the same boy you’d see every Thursday on your old shifts. The same one you had been thinking about only seconds before.

He cleared his throat and nodded in direction of the envelope. “I heard about your mom... my buddies and I couldn’t come up with much, but we hope it can help.”

You frowned slightly and opened the envelope to find money inside, “Why are you giving me money?”

He shrugged nervously, “Well... I didn’t see you on Thursdays for a while, and your friend said you had it tough... so we thought we could help you. Sorry if we’re overstepping.”

“It’s fine” The two words you’d been repeating over and over for the past month and a half, even though your eyes were begging anyone to help you out.

“I’m an expert at feeling fine, and I don’t think that’s how you’re feeling” he noted as he cautiously took a seat beside you. “Plus, people that feel ‘fine’ don’t cry by a curb. So... wanna talk about it?”

You turned to look at him and smiled half-heartedly, “I don’t know” you mustered, but something in his eyes seemed to tick a switch within you. Slowly but surely you ended up crying in front of the boy you’d been crushing on only weeks before.

You both seemed to lose track of time as you stared out onto the asphalt. “You’re the first person to ask me if I want to talk... everyone usually asks if I’m okay or avoids me entirely. I’ve had to put my life on pause for everyone else, one would think that at least one of them would take a moment to see how I’m doing, but no one does, because it’s my responsibility to be the oldest... It gets to a point in which I just want to disappear and sleep, just sleep for a long time.”

“A nap is never bad” he agreed. “Why don’t you tell them how you feel?”

“And what? Make our mother feel guiltier than she already does?” You asked. “She blames herself every day for her accident when she wasn’t the one that caused it”

He remained silent for a few moments and nodded, “Valid.” the skateboard by his feet rolled from side to side as he mindlessly pushed it to and fro with his hands. “What’s your name?”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, “Y/N and yours?”

“John” he answered simply.

“Nice to meet you, Johnny.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”

“Anything I can do to make you feel better? Or anything you want that might do the trick, even if for just a moment?” He questioned with big eyes.

With a simple shake of your head, you answered his question, that is until your eyes fell on the one object that had attracted you to the boy in the first place, “Actually, there is one thing” You mentioned softly.

“What is it?”

“The skateboard,” you said nodding over at it. “I want to use your skateboard”

For the first time since you had seen the man, you heard his laugh. It was pretty and loud, it made you feel nice and warm inside. “My skateboard? Really?”

“Is it really that funny?” you tried to sound offended but the large smile on your face betrayed you.

“I guess I just didn’t expect that from a girl like you” he mentioned as he stood from the ground and dusted his pants. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get you on the skateboard”

With a smile beaming at you, and a hand reached out in invitation you realized that maybe, just maybe God had sent this guy and his skateboard to be the bit of peace you needed. You took his hand with a smile and allowed him to pull you up. “If I fall you owe me drinks” you teased.

“If you don’t fall you owe me, my teaching skills have never failed my pupils.” He winked.

#John Suh #johnny seo scenarios #johnny seo #johnny nct #johnny suh scenarios #johnny suh au #johnny seo au #johnny seo fluff #johnny suh fluff #johnny #seo #nct johnny

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magravenwrites · 3 years

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Finding a Fellowship: Chapter 2: Trade

Here's chapter 2 of Finding a Fellowship for you! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, but it is a bit angsty so I'm sorry in advance. Chapter 3 is almost finished so hopefully it won't be long before I post that one too, however I do have exams over the next couple of weeks so there might be a delay.

A massive thank you once again to @axe-does-writing for being my amazing beta reader - I couldn't have done this without you!

A reminder that this is my first time writing fanfiction so any feedback would be really appreciated!

Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Finding her mother gone, Killiel must piece together the puzzle to find why her mother left and where she might have travelled to. She must now deal with life on her own and she discovers she has a lot of growing up to do.

⚠️ Chapter Trigger Warnings: Child abandonment, mentions of deceased parent, erm - canon-typical hunting for food... if that counts? (Let me know if you think I have missed any)

(Thoughts are in italics)

Disclaimer: All characters and their stories belong to their respective creators apart from my own oc's and own character plot lines. Pics and gifs don't belong to me - though I did make the moodboard.

Word count: 2132

Killiel sat staring at the door from her place in the dining room, rotating her father’s rune stone in her hand. She hadn’t moved for the past four hours. Just staring at the door, as if she could will her mother to appear through it. She hadn’t left the house all day and night, fearing that she would not be there should her mother come back. It was now the following morning, the dawn light streaming through the window.

She still had not returned.

She was left to wonder what had caused her mother to vanish so suddenly.

‘Was she in trouble? What if she is in danger, does she need help? She might be hurt! What if someone found out who I am? Am I in danger? Did she leave to keep me safe? Was it because of the old feud she had mentioned?’

Thoughts and questions kept swirling around in her head with no end in sight.

Killiel had already scoured the house looking for a note or a clue as to where her mother might have gone. But she had come up empty handed. All that was left was the rune stone.

Now that was a puzzle piece.

She never went anywhere without it, so why leave it behind? Perhaps it was to tell her she had left, and she would come back? Perhaps it was just a parting gift? Perhaps she had simply forgotten it, though that seemed unlikely.

Then another thought crept in.

‘What if she has gone to the undying lands?’

'She had said she wanted to meet my father again, and she was so depressed lately.'

But Killiel hadn’t thought she would go yet, not for some years at least.

Killiel quickly dismissed the idea, stopping the tears before they could fall from her eyes.

She wouldn’t just leave her 14 year old daughter to fend for herself would she? Not for long anyway. She will come back once the danger has passed.

Wherever her mother has gone, she had a lot of growing up to do if she was to fend for herself.

Her gaze moved to the cold rune stone in her hand. She intended to keep it safe. It was the only thing she had of her father’s, and she wouldn’t let it go now she had it.

Taking a deep breath in the hope of calming her racing heart, Killiel stands up from the chair. She put the rune stone in her pocket as she stretched, her joints popping in protest at the sudden movement.

She had been awake all night. She was exhausted. With a final glance at the door she moved to the stairs to get a few hours rest.

Perhaps she could venture out and see if she can find her mother about the town, she had only been gone a day. But first, she desperately needed some sleep.

----Time Skip----

Two more days passed, and her mother still hadn’t returned. The thought that she might not be coming back kept making itself known in her head, accompanied by a jolt of her heart. She pushed it to the back of her mind.

‘Don’t be silly, of course she’s coming back’ she keeps telling herself.

Killiel still hadn’t worked up the nerve to leave the house. The thought that her mother might come back while she was gone overriding her need to go out and look for her.

However, fate had a different plan today when she opened the pantry door only to realise she had no food left. She would need to go hunt for something.

Her mother rarely ever ate the meat, she mainly ate fresh vegetables and salads. Killiel had found that, despite her love of animals, she needed to eat meat, she guessed it was her dwarvish side shining through.

She always felt guilty when she made the kills, but food was food and she needed to eat. She always said a prayer of thanks and used all of the animal, such as using the bones for arrowheads or for flavour in stock, so there wasn’t any waste.

Going over to the cupboard that stored her bow inside, she reached to grab it. A cold rush came over her as she spots her mother’s bow sitting beside her own. Her mother’s sword was also still propped up in the corner.

She hadn’t thought to look to see if her mother’s weapons were missing. Now that she knew they weren’t, the idea that she was in danger became less of a possibility. She wouldn’t leave without having a way of defending herself.

The accompanying notion that her mother had left for the sea became more likely. Her chin started quivering as she tried to suppress the tears welling in her eyes.

‘She couldn’t have abandoned me. She has to take care of me. I’m just a child. I have so many questions unanswered, it isn’t fair! She couldn’t just leave. Did she not love me enough to come back, to not stay and look after me? Did I do something to push her away? –'

‘-No.’ A second voice sounded above her panicked ramblings. It was firm, cutting through to her. She wasn't exactly sure where it came from, but she was glad it was there. Panicking would get her nowhere. She had to be strong. Just like the voice.

Angrily swiping at the tears that had fallen, she banished the dark thoughts. There was probably a perfectly good explanation as to why her mother didn’t take her weapons. But as she continued to look at them, the doubts started creeping back in. Tears threatening to spill once more.

‘No.’

Snatching her own bow and arrows, she slams the door shut on the weapons.

Sniffing, she turned to walk out of the back door. She shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind. If she didn’t think about it, it couldn’t worry her.

Upon leaving the house, the cool air refreshed her warm face. She decided to stay closer to the village than she would normally venture with her mother. Not feeling as safe deep in the woods on her own.

She managed to shoot a rabbit, making it a quick, clean kill. She went over to it, removing the arrow and picking it up.

She startled when someone suddenly comes out of the bushes watching her. Not many people knew about her existence, other than a few village children.

“You’ve done well to hit a rabbit. They’re easily startled creatures. I’m impressed. Even more so with such a clean kill, and at such a young age.” He compliments.

Killiel just continued to stare at the man, feeling too much like the startled rabbit he was referring to, to reply.

“You could make a pretty penny at the market for good-quality game like that. Especially if you make it a regular thing.” He says, smiling gently.

Shuffling on her feet, she glances down at the rabbit where she had dropped it in her shock, before looking back at him. He seemed like a kindly man. Fair hair, blue eyes, and a gentle smile. But looks could be deceiving. Plus, he seemed to appear from nowhere. Killiel was normally so keen of hearing.

Staying silent seemed like the best option. It was awkward, but she just couldn’t seem to make herself speak. She thanked the Valar that she had her hair still tied over her ears.

“You should be careful not to get too close to the farm on the other side of the woods in future, they might think you are poaching their stock.” He warns, after her continued silence.

Giving a short nod, she picks up the rabbit, quickly leaving to go home, ignoring him.

On her way back, she realised the man probably thought she was homeless and in need of money if her appearance was anything to go by. Messy hair, dirty clothes, tired eyes from staying up as late as possible in the hopes her mother would come back. She needed a bath.

Arriving back home, the realisation she would have to prep the rabbit herself washed over her. Killiel had seen her mother do it countless times before, she knew how to do it. It’s just she had never done it herself before. Normally, she was the one to prepare the vegetables instead.

Putting the bow away, she made sure to avoid looking at her mother’s weapons. Looking to see what veg she had left in the meagre pantry, she stalled dealing with the rabbit. She didn’t know why they even called it a pantry, there was never enough food in it to qualify as one. With just the two of them in the house, they didn’t need that much food. She finds only two carrots left in the basket, hardly enough to make a stew.

‘When had mother last gone to the market?!’

Killiel would have to go and buy some supplies from the market herself. There would be nothing in the vegetable patch with it being too cold to grow anything. To buy some, she would need money.

‘Where did mother keep the money? Had she taken it with her?’

She tried looking in a few draws and in her mother’s room, trying to find a pouch or a box that could contain a few coins. She came up empty handed. She would have to go back out and hunt for something else to trade.

Sighing, she grabbed her hunting gear once more.

Irrationally, she decided to hide the rabbit out of view in case someone came to steal it. She did not want to go out to hunt a third time.

----Time Skip----

This time she managed to bag a pheasant.

Killiel stood in the market, the sights and smells overwhelmed her heightened senses. She wasn’t really used to all the hustle and bustle or being around so many tall people.

She understood the basics of trading. She wasn’t stupid. But when she got there, all her confidence left her, and she had no idea where to start.

How much money would the pheasant bring? How would she know she’s not being ripped off? Which vendor should she approach to sell it or trade it at? There were so many!

Killiel found the man who appeared in the woods at his own stall. She stood awkwardly off to the side, not really wanting to approach the man. The decision is made for her when he turns and spots her. He waves her over with a wide smile.

“Are you wanting to sell something or are you just browsing?” he asks, as she approaches.

She pulls out the pheasant from her bag.

“I want to sell this.” She told him.

“Ah! She speaks!” He exclaimed with a grin.

She gave him a small smile in return, he seemed nice enough.

“I can sell it for you if you wish. I won’t take a cut for myself; you’ll get all your money.”

“What do you mean by cut?” She challenged, not understanding why she wouldn’t get all her money. It was her pheasant.

“If someone else sells your things for you, they take a percentage of the money - a cut. They may try taking advantage of your youth; they’ll trick you to make more money for themselves rather than giving you what you're owed. I won’t do that.” He explained.

“How do I know you won't do the same? Or not give me all my money?” Trading was way more complicated than she’d hoped. She just wanted to sell the pheasant, was that so hard?

“I have set prices for my stock; I only accept bartering if the stock is damaged.”

Killiel remained quiet. It still didn’t explain how she would know if he would cheat her or not.

“I have children of my own…” He explained when he saw the hesitation on her face.

“… I wouldn’t want to see another one starve because of my greed.”

He seemed serious. The fact Killiel still looked a mess probably helped make it look like she needed all the money she could get.

Between them, they settle on what Killiel thought was a fair price. It was more expensive than some stock the man already had due to its good quality. She agreed to come back later to collect her earnings.

If he were cheating her of money, at least she would still get a decent amount out of it.

When Killiel returned an hour later, she found he had sold it quickly. He handed over the money, and she bought some vegetables for the stew. She even had a few coins spare to take home.

Now all she had to do was tackle the rabbit.

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Ava & James

Ava: I've told all my family James: oh Ava: Maybe don't oh that hard Ava: thinking you've changed your mind and that's going to be very difficult to do a 180 on tbh James: I'm actually thinking about Bella's dad's reaction Ava: As far as I'm aware, my dad doesn't have a shotgun Ava: or an excellent moustache Ava: definitely not James: Mine does, on both counts, but the mentality simply isn't there James: war of words is as far as things have so far escalated Ava: That's a good visual Ava: what about your mum? James: she's very busy lining up every single woman she's aware of between the ages of 20 to 30 within a mile radius or so Ava: Very Mr Darcy Ava: I'll gatecrash James: I look forward to the dramatic dance scene during which we only touch palms & exchange looks Ava: I bet Lizzie Bennet didn't 😳 Ava: shame my sister isn't around to push over so your parents are forced to take us in whilst she languishes James: 😂 James: I'll happily push my sister over or let her fall through an iced over pond to further our romantic narrative Ava: 💘 Ava: I know it's less about me but I can swoon nonetheless James: if you're 😳 then you'll have my full attention regardless Ava: Promise? James: yes Ava: even if the single ladies have really good period costumes? James: well, I hadn't considered that Ava: 😏 Ava: rude James: before I decide, what are you going to be wearing when you gatecrash? Ava: Obviously something unexpectedly knockout Ava: am the protagonist, need I remind you James: okay, what I'm hearing is anything you already own or could pick out from anywhere given a few moments Ava: You're adorable Ava: how did it go really then? James: does that mean I'll get to see you before there's a seasons changing montage? because I really want to Ava: Providing you don't need to exile yourself, of course James: I'm sure there's now several people in both our lives who would like me to, but I won't Ava: They were as receptive as I expected but I've made it clear I won't be stopping seeing you, hopefully put to bed the concerns I can James: in my case, the only concern is outward appearances so there's very little I can do even if I particularly cared to James: & Teddy isn't concerned so much as shocked & appalled Ava: Of course Ava: at least I'm an addendum re. the main issue of the whole divorce, in that case? Ava: yeah, do you think I should make a point of talking to him or give him space? James: will you? as far as he's concerned I haven't made a good decision within his living memory, but you two are friends, or were Ava: I'll try, definitely Ava: if I can make him see it's as much my decision as yours, it might help, in the end Ava: and I can handle another person having their say James: thank you James: I meant what I said, I'm more than willing to discuss this with your parents, at any point James: I can handle that Ava: Thank you Ava: I think it might help Ava: but I also think I'm gonna give them a cool-off period or it won't be at all helpful and that won't be at all your fault James: understood James: I'm currently having to employ a similar situation with Jay's playdates because her friend's mothers cannot possibly keep their nose out of my business or their mouths shut about where hers is and every other single detail they believe to be fact Ava: Oh lord Ava: I wouldn't have envied you having to socialize by-proxy with the self-professed yummy mummies before but now Ava: I can only imagine Ava: Poor Jay Ava: I can't offer a human child for playdates but Frank is always down Ava: and my lips are, naturally, sealed James: I was hoping to take them away for a few days but it's as though my dad has decided that in lieu of my failings in other areas I need to suddenly become the hardest worker in the history of this company Ava: Of course Ava: Hmm James: because obviously what my children require most in their mother's absence is to also see me less Ava: Well, yeah, that's not potentially traumatizing Ava: thank God for School being right 'round the corner Ava: and Matty still being portable James: I've been bringing them both to the office & the bulging vein in his temple is honestly such a strong contender for the book cover Ava: 😏 That's how you do it Ava: risk his health and wellbeing so you get the time off for yours James: King's didn't teach me everything I know, I've got a few tricks Ava: When are you giving me that tour? James: When can I see you? Ava: When is your dad not working you to death? Ava: I can make it work James: [A pause while he figures that out] James: he's out of the office all day on [a date in the foreseeable to make this office hookup a thing] Ava: No offense but if your brother shows up again you need to send him on a really long coffee run James: as you said, school is right around the corner, meaning my parents priorities have shifted back to making sure he'll go Ava: In that case Ava: 😈 James: 😇 for saying yes Ava: I have ulterior motives, I promise you James: oh really? Ava: really Ava: it's very unfair I've yet to see you in your work clothes James: [sends her a pic because nobody can stop him] Ava: um hello 😍 Ava: you're really going to be away from me looking so good Ava: unfair James: I'm sorry James: I really, really am Ava: Me too Ava: I've not seen you enough to warrant how badly I want to right now James: [a casual essay about how much he misses her and wants her and everything he wishes they could do, in a saucy way but also just in cute ways like] Ava: James James: Ava Ava: I really love you, you know James: I love you too James: what I most wish is that we could go away for a while Ava: That would be Ava: so good Ava: maybe we could in like the Christmas hols, when everything has calmed down Ava: hopefully James: it would be indescribable Ava: I have no doubt you would do your best Ava: and it'd be impressive James: the subject matter lends itself to nothing but my best Ava: I'm honoured🙇 James: so am I, especially by that visual Ava: Gutted I'm out rn and can't immediately fulfill that wish for a visual like you did Ava: when I get back though James: [sends her an even better visual] James: until then, there you are Ava: oh, well, you aren't distracting at all 😖 Ava: definitely gonna get you back when you're so hard at work James: 😈 James: I so badly hope you do Ava: I intend to Ava: every day of the week Ava: but especially when I get to come see you James: you know, the things I intend to do to you on this desk drastically shifts the audience we're going to be able to pitch this book to Ava: You'll have to restrain your imagination in the write-up so the audience can use theirs to fill in the blanks Ava: because there's no way we're leaving your office 'til we've done everything you've thought of James: finally some overtime I'm not upset about Ava: It's all about balance, right? 😇 James: & I'm aware that you've got very good balance Ava: Will that help me be the best good luck charm on your best I can be? 🤔 Ava: intriguing 😋 James: absolutely, but if you need any more help, I'll help you Ava: You're very helpful, baby James: I try to be Ava: I've never met anyone like you James: I don't think I'll ever meet anyone else that comes close to you either James: I certainly haven't before Ava: Good Ava: I don't need to think about competiting so soon James: you don't need to think about it, full stop Ava: not 'til the dance, anyway James: even then, I'll only have eyes for you, that's the cliche Ava: Of course Ava: doesn't mean I'm not gonna do everything within my power to ensure it's worth your 👀s while James: I don't want to dance with anyone else, Ava James: I don't want to do any of this with anyone else Ava: I know Ava: you know I feel the same too James: you know I couldn't have done this without you though Ava: You did it all though, all the hard conversations and hard decisions James: a lot of those decisions were made for me, so there's limited credit due, & a lack of conversation with her just cements that Ava: Yeah but the ball is in her court on that one Ava: you're if not ready at least willing whenever she is James: of course, because that's not a decision, to not act, not any more Ava: yeah, and that's going to be a good thing Ava: even if it is not good all the time James: I'll be interested to see if she gets in contact before school starts because that's unlikely to be a good thing Ava: Yes, I wonder if this is just a summer holiday or Ava: makes you wonder what she's even doing that could keep her so 'busy' James: whoever cleans the pool, probably, not that she'd ever admit to such a cliche Ava: 😬 Ava: definitely not getting paid enough James: 😂 Ava: I'm just glad that right now you don't have to deal with her on the day to day, even if it's only a momentary reprieve, it'll never be that bad again James: me too, I can't & won't pretend that I didn't know how bad it had become but actually getting a break from it makes me wonder how either of us dealt with that for as long as we have Ava: I bet Ava: she must've been as sick of it, even though she was the one not letting go and doing the fucked up shit, that has to be exhausting to live like that Ava: full level hell beast all the time, like 😈 Ava: sorry, I'm not fully sure where the line is re. her Ava: but I've been hearing great things from Nancy and Buster today so, that's in my head James: it's okay, you're not wrong James: & neither are they Ava: Okay Ava: if it's ever weird or like, not up for discussion though, just say the word Ava: or several, as you're especially loquacious James: there's a fantastic word Ava: as far as safewords go Ava: I can think of a few situations where it might be hard to get out but isn't that half the fun James: I'll make a note of it, because yes, that's definitely a large percentage of the thrill Ava: I wish you were here Ava: I only am to get away from my parents for a bit James: where are you? Ava: My friend's house Ava: Her sister is called Stasia, think she was your year-ish? James: I remember her, whether she would me, favourably or otherwise, I can't possibly comment James: I'll take you home when you want to go Ava: Really? Ava: well, I'll go at whatever time means I get some extra with you James: okay, I'll take that as my cue to leave now, not only because any reason to get out of here is welcomed though Ava: Please do Ava: talking about you so much has only made my need to be with you even greater James: I can absolutely relate & admit to having had the same urge all day Ava: Oh good Ava: we're on the same page James: that said, a necessary note in the margin would be that in actual fact I've felt that way much longer, because whatever I'm talking about, I'm thinking about you Ava: Sometimes I think I think about you too much Ava: but then I remember I'm the protagonist in this romance so it's not just acceptable but necessary James: you can do whatever you like, darling, it's your story Ava: In that case Ava: read on James: voraciously Ava: 🤤🤤 James James: I'm just making sure we're still on the same page Ava: You're gonna have trouble keeping me on the page Ava: and making me go home James: & the driver's eyes on the road, we may need more than the Twilight soundtrack on this occasion Ava: Pride & Prejudice 2005? Ava: gotcha, honey James: 😂 James: yes, exactly Ava: 😊 Ava: I love you so much James: I miss you so much James: if I could take you home with me, I very happily would Ava: I know Ava: one day James: after the move to the other side of the river, because we both know there is a line Ava: It's pretty exciting, isn't it? James: I'm glad to hear you think so because I was going to ask you if you'd like to come house hunting with me Ava: I'd love to! James: [a possible date soonish] ? Ava: That should be good for me Ava: I'll let you know if otherwise Ava: it'll be nice to look at some actual decent places, let's face it, I doubt my student digs will be all that inspiring, like 😏 James: barely room for whatever hazing pranks they have in store, I'm sure Ava: I'm still not convinced that particular visual doesn't just come from a certain type of movie, babe James: you'll have to let me know 😏 Ava: I'll make it good for you James: my faith in you remains unwavering Ava: 🙇 James: have you reconsidered your stance on spoilers? Ava: That does depend James: oh? Ava: have you dumped fake girl? James: she was very slow to accept her fate, but yes Ava: I can't blame her Ava: I wouldn't wanna lose you either Ava: [picture, assumedly in her friend's room or somewhere not just in front of them like oh hey] James: Ava Ava: Make traffic move faster please James: I'll do the quickest rewrite possible & see you at your friend's door Ava: I'll be waiting so patiently James: & I'll be waiting impatiently James: 😇 & 😈 Ava: I think you deserve to be 😈 right now Ava: been a long day, yeah? James: yes, though it feels longer now, stretching out with the queued traffic Ava: 🥺 Ava: we'll just have to see it as motivation to not waste a single second James: it's a promise, in or out of traffic Ava: I'm so lucky James: if you think you are, then I need a better word to describe my own fortune right now Ava: I'm just really happy Ava: in spite of anything else, everything else, right now James: good, me too Ava: 🥰 Ava: you deserve that even more James: you deserve more than I can possibly give you, however patiently you wait Ava: nuuh James: yes you do Ava: 😣 Ava: no Ava: and I want you James: I want you, I'm well aware that it doesn't mean I deserve to have you Ava: How could you possibly not James: because James: the reasons I lack words to describe you aren't even close to the reasons I lack them to describe myself Ava: but I can't describe you either Ava: not just because I'm no writer James: but you do, all the time, in both words & actions I can vividly see myself the way you think of me Ava: I'm glad Ava: keep looking, okay Ava: we'll work on the believing bit James: okay James: if you'd like to get in the car, we can start immediately

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lady-loser-of-asgard · 6 years

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The Devil is a Woman Pt. 2

Summary: A Valkyrie betrays the throne after the war with Hela. She creates an alliance with the she-devil, but just after being released from the banishment along with Hela, she is thrown into another one with a raven haired mischievous god known as Loki.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Thor Ragnarok spoilers, lots of death, self hate, betrayal, should be it I think :)

Please Read Part 1

[Not my pics again]

It is to be understood that there is a big difference between having an interest in someone rather than being in love, and at this moment as Loki and (Y/N) stomped their way through the rubble of trash of what would soon be announced to them as Sakaar, he was definitely nowhere near feeling in love.

"Darling although I must say you have such a wonderful voice, would you please shut the hell up!" Loki's voice suddenly boomed.

You stepped back in shock. Obviously offended by the command, you pushed past him and tredded up the last mountain of trash before your destination.

"'Shut the hell up'," you repeated mockingly, "you're such a snob and a bore, you know that?"

Loki rolled his eyes. After listening to you complaining about the stench and the trash and the strange slime climbing up your boot, he was just grateful to finally get you to shut up for a few seconds.

"You are quite possibly the most annoying woman I have ever met." Loki spat as he too began climbing the mountain, quickly catching up to your own pace.

You didn't answer him. You had just managed to raise yourself on the top of the trash mountain, quickly seeing the large city in front of you. Before Loki could even capture the view of the city himself, you sprinted down the mountain and into the city in a desperate attempt to free yourself from the stuck up prince. Loki was at a loss of words for the first time in his life. You had just tricked the trickster, and Loki could not bring himself to believe it.

If it weren't for the predicament you currently put yourself in, you would have patted yourself on the back. However knowing full well it wouldn't be that easy to be rid of Loki, you continued your run at top speed.

Pushing through hordes of people full of jabbing elbows and of course a stench worse than the trash you just left, you hurried into the innermost part of the city. Due to the crowd, it was only a matter of time before you were rammed into and forced onto the floor accidently (or purposefully, you would never know). Landing in front of two feet, you slowly eyed the character, praying it wasn't the prince you just left. When your eyes finally landed on the face of the man in front of you, you suddenly found yourself wishing it was Loki afterall.

"My, my, who might you be?" The man bent down and took hold of your forearm, helping you off the ground.

Immediately, two guards stood beside you ready to charge, but the man before you swatted them away.

"I am the Grandmaster. Who might you be?" He asked again.

Just as you were about to answer, an arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you close. "She is my wife, (Y/N)."

Wide eyed, you slowly moved your head from the hand on your shoulder to the raven haired idiot beside you.

"Loki?"

"Oh, hell no!" You whispered to Loki as you both trailed behind the Grandmaster and his guards.

"For once in your life, shut up, or you'll get us both killed!" Loki muttered back.

You were sure that being married to Loki was more out of spite than cleverness in his plan. You took in your surroundings as you walked. It was explained to you both that the Grandmaster was parading around the city, advertising for a certain competition that was to be held when you had happened to bump into him. According to Loki by claiming you as his wife and declaring himself a prince, you would both be safe.

"You know, I have yet to see a princess in armor such as your wife," The grandmaster mused, radiating suspicion.

"She was a captain of a specialised military group before we met. Her father and mine, the king, got along well, so he promised her to me." The grandmaster seemed oddly satisfied with the answer as he turned to meet your gaze.

"Well then, she certainly isn't just a trophy wife." He laughed as he led us through a tall building.

You bit your lip as a rush of anger flushed into you. If it weren't for Loki suddenly pushing you behind him, you would have struck the man in the face. "I am sorry to say that my wife and I need to cut our introduction short. You see, we took a great fall on our way here and need rest. If it suits your fancy, we would like to take our leave now," Loki excused. The Grandmaster had no problem and allowed his servants to lead both of you to your room. However, Loki knew being alone with (Y/N) would be the biggest headache he would ever have. Before he could even close the door to your beautiful gold room, you had already bombarded him with question after question. Loki was barely allowed to utter a single word, so he simply pushed past you and towards a bar in the lavish living room.

"What are you doing? I'm speaking with you" You inquired.

"If we are going to talk, then I need a drink." He stated simply as he poured himself a suspicious looking beverage. You were awestruck to say the least. This man had just declared you as his wife, and you were somehow promised to him. You were beyond mad. Part of being a Valkyrie was that it was forbidden to ever be in any kind of relationship, whether it be with a man or with one of your sisters. Even a matter of joking about it was taboo, so being Loki's wife made you feel terrible.

"Look if you had told him you were an assassin to the goddess of death, then you and all other Asgardians would be a threat. If I have any chance of surviving here, then you have to be kept an eye one." He explained as he massaged his forehead. He took a long swig of his drink. You hated to admit it, but he was right. In that situation, you would have definitely exposed your identity; however, he had stopped you back there.

Loki looked at you and noticed the obvious understanding but reluctant expression on your face. He smugly stepped away from the bar and positioned himself in front of you. He quickly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close as he whispered in your ear, "Besides, being my wife should be an added bonus-" you cut him off by pulling a sword to his neck. "I would hardly call being with you a bonus. If you ever touch me again, I will cut your hand off." Again your threat failed, he saw right through it but still removed his hand. He would make sure you suffered just as much as him in this situation.

"You are still quite possibly the worst woman I have met, Love."

"What do you even mean by that?"

"Wh-What do I mean? Look at all this mess!"

You looked around the shared room of yours and Loki's. You and Loki had both settled into your lives of fake marriage. To be frank, you both still found a way to bicker every chance you got, but you both had stopped the small attempts to kill each other during the first week of your stay on Sakaar. Today, it would seem that Loki wanted to argue about your living space on the couch. He had offered to take the spot on your first night together, but you weren't accustomed to the coldness the master bedroom offered.

"It's not even that bad, Loki! You are just being picky."

You never really had many things before your stay on Sakaar. Banishment offered little things to own and life as a Valkyrie did not require many necessities. However as soon as you and Loki presented yourselves to the Grandmaster's guest, you were showered with gifts and offerings such as dresses and lavish jewelry. You usually just dumped them on the couch with the intention of putting it away later, but after a long day of drinks and dancing, you just push them off the couch and fall asleep.

Loki rolled his eyes and helped you pick up the unwanted presents. He secretly hated the attention you were receiving recently. It didn't bother him at first, but after he started to become accustomed to your stubborn attitude and hidden insecure nature, he despised the gifts. As if on cue, you noticed the obvious disdain in Loki's mood recently, but you always assumed it was your fault. You hated to admit how bother it made you. Being in close proximity with Loki at all times made you begin to like your little marriage routine. In fact, anytime you weren't with Loki was quite possible the most dull in your book.

"If you are going to have such a sour attitude, then you don't need to help." You muttered. He scoffed but continued with the cleaning. "I don't understand why you even bother accepting all these gifts." You ignored the comment as you picked up the last article of clothing left. The tension in the room was unbearable. Gossebumps rose up your arm as you tossed the clothes inside a closet. "I fail to see how It's any of your business, Loki! Last time I checked we aren't really married!" As I made my way back into the living room where Loki was, you noticed he was already gone.

Of course, it was your fault again. You rolled your eyes and made your way to the commotion down the hall. The grandmaster was holding another banquet today, so that could be the only place Loki had went to. When you made your way through the party, you couldn't find Loki at his usual spot. After searching more, you found him at the side of Thor in a clear argument. Before you had a chance to hide, Thor had already caught you in his piercing gaze.

"You!"

You straightened yourself out and confidently walked over towards the idiot brothers. Loki refused to acknowledge your presence while his brother was soaking it all in. "Another betrayal, brother? I must say you work fast." The comment was far deadlier as it rolled off Thor's tounge. Loki, however, was unfazed. "Relax, it is only a facade for the Grandmaster. She is nothing more than a wench I'm using." You glared into the green eyed monster in front of you and smiled stunningly. "I can't wait to slaughter both of you and feed you to Hela." From afar, it would look like a beautiful wife smiling at her equally beautiful husband, but that smile was the biggest lie here. You pushed past Loki and walked towards your room. There was a hidden knife that pierced the peace you and Loki had finally created the moment Thor had landed. The war had begun again, and you refused to let any other distractions find its way to you. This was it. The demon is returning to her devil. As you changed into your armor and prepared for your escape. A terrifying thought came to you from your earlier conversationwith Loki and Thor.

You did not refer to Hela as your queen.

Alright, I aimed for a more lighter feel for this part. I decided not to make this part too long, so I will be making a third part to this. It will be the last, so I hope you are looking forward to it! Please let me know what you think!

Also, I have some shorter one shots in the making, and I would love to add more. Therefore, please sent in some request you are hoping for. The requests will have priority over my writing, so I will try to get those done before my own imagines on Sundays. Anyways thanks for reading!!

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peculiar-monstar · 6 years

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It's just... Casual Sex

Paring: Loki x Reader

Genre: songfic!

Words: 3,565

Summary: Songfic based off the song by My Darkest Days---As the title states, you (who works as a lab tech along side the science bros) and Loki have been busy and have kept it quiet, but one morning after a exhausting night you fail to notice the thing your spy friend doesn't. This leads to the spilling of the beans so to say as she uses her skills to figure out who out of the two she suspects is the one you crawl into bed with.

The rich smell of the coffee filled the air as you pour yourself a cup of the dark liquid. With a raisin toast in hand you made your way to the closest bar stool and firmly planted yourself there, waiting for the caffeine to bring you to life. After the first few sips you closed your eyes and rubbed your temples, thank gosh you managed to make it in here before the rest of the team filled it with loud chatter and talk.

Typically no others were really around at this hour, if it was their off day then most would sleep in or even be out training already. Regret danced around your head as you finished your meal, you knew staying up and partaking in the activities that all but claimed your hours intended for sleeping would have you utterly drained today. Could you really hate yourself too much though, anyone in your situation would have done the exact same.

You'll never meet my mom,

Strings will never be attached,

We'll always get along,

'Cause it doesn't have to last,

Not sure if you drifted off or she's just that good at sneaking in on half dead to the world people, you were startled to open your eyes to a smirking Black Widow who was pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Morning Nat, sneaking about already this morning?” you question before sipping more life support. “Ha, not hardly... more like someone's been having too much fun. So tell me y/n what kept you up late this time? Project? Party a little too hard with some IT friends? Or is it maybe a guy?” her eye brows wiggled a little with the last question. You couldn't help but choke as you nervously tried to play off how her questions caught you off guard.

“Funny Nat.... it was just a work thing, you know how Tony and Bruce are with their projects... work work work.” She leaned against counter in front of you, eyeing you and sipping her drink. “Really.. so then tell me was it Tony or Bruce who left the rather large hickey on the right side of your neck?” You lost your coffee completely this time, just shy of it coming out of your nose with how hard you were coughing. “What hickey?” She quickly snapped a pic of it with her phone and showed you. Sure as the sky is blue there was a very obvious love bite on your neck right where your neck met your shoulder. “Well... Fuck... looks like ill be wearing a lab coat and t shirts for a while..” your voice was muffled by the counter you had placed your blush covered face on.

And anytime I call you, you don't have to call me back,

I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch.

“So are you gonna tell me who this man of yours is? Or will I have to use my spy skills?” She asked in a rather eager tone. Your response was an aggravated huff. “Boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Married man? C'mon give me something. I honestly didn't know you had someone, other then your work that is. We all only ever see you busy in the labs.” You had always been so careful not to show any marks or let on about anything to anyone, and now your zombie self not only dint notice the mark as big as a truck but the best person on the team at uncovering secrets saw it.

The truth would be coming out no matter if you told her or not. Going with maybe she will keep it quiet you decided to give her enough to have her put it together. Sitting up and facing her, you took a breath, “Your not walking out of here with nothing are you?” Shaking her head she joined you at the bar, patiently waiting for you to start. “Okay.. so no I don't have a boyfriend and no I'm not with a married man....i uh.. it's not exactly friends with benefits, I mean yeah we know each other but I don't know if I'd call us friends..” your words trailed off a little as you tried to find the exact words to label what you have.

She said she's cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

“Oh so it's just casual sex?” she replied without missing a beat. You looked at her confused for a minute as if it was the easiest thing you could have said to explain everything. “Yeah..yeah that sounds like a good enough way to describe it.” You answer before sipping the last of your coffee before checking the time on your phone. “Basically you two hook up when ever but neither of you are together or in a relationship, and there isn't any rules or jealousy of what the other does.” She continues. “Then yeah that's exactly what it is, so no need to concern yourself, but I really should go change and get to the lab and start while I have the energy.” you say getting up to refill your cup.

Her arm on you stopped you, of course it wouldn't be so easy. “not so fast, there is more then just it being a hook up as to why you've been so careful about keeping this quiet. Clearly he's something to have caught your eye and pull you from your lab, so spill it.” slumping back into your chair you closed your eyes and watched as last nights moments played through your mind.

It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're single, but we're lovers, crazy for each other,

Just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're wild under the covers crazy for each other.

His lips started at yours with desire growing with each one he placed as he moved his mouth down your neck to your collar bone, going lower as he made his way to between your breasts. Suddenly his lips found your right ear and you had to hold back a moan when his silky voice whispered to you. “My dear you will not be finding any sleep here tonight..” you felt him place a couple wet kisses on your shoulder followed by more whispering. “I plan to make you beg me to take you, give you the pleasure you so desperately crave and make sure the only thing you able to say by morning is my name.” The shivers that shot down your spine with his last words make you throw out all cares on how tired you'd be for work, the only thing you wanted was to be entangled with the man currently assaulting you with his delicious lips and screaming his name as you came around him in pure bliss.

Natasha clearing her throat made you remember you were currently being interrogated by her on who the hickey leaving hook up you bang is. “Sorry.. just trying to see how to put this, and remember it if it uh decenigrats after today.” you say in a nervous tone. She didn't even try to hide the twinkle in her eye when you said that. “Ooh this got good, so it's clearly a co worker, but it is a fellow lab guy? Or is it..” her smile when the look on your face gave it away that it was definitely not lab personnel made you wish you had a poker face.

“That's why you've kept this quiet, it's one of the guys isn't it?” you wanted to face palm yourself into a coma at this point. “Yes.... I was afraid if it got out I'd get reassigned it would also affect him to because he prefers to keep others out of his personal business.” You explain. “I can understand that, but narrowing it down and knowing the guys like I do, Clint's married so not him, Sam is too much of a bragger to keep his mouth shut, Scott is too much of a sweetie to not be more public about it, Vision is with Wanda, Tony has Pepper, Thor is with Jane, Steve's got this weird thing with Sharron....All that being said that leaves two guys.. both are equally private..so go on keep talking.

We don't have to go on dates,

You don't have to like my friends,

I won't get in your face when you're making other plans,

Shit she's good, this was getting uncovered faster then you liked and the rest of the team would be showing up for breakfast soon and this is not the conversation you wanted to be having when they do. “Ever been told you're too good at this Nat” she simply smiles and waits for you to keep going.

“Well since the two I think you are referring to are Bucky and Loki, then yes, you are right there. They are both more along the quiet side and prefer to keep personal matters to themselves and not announce all to the whole team.” She Nods in agreement. “so which on is it y/n?” Shaking your head you smirk “aww c'mon Nat, don't wanna use those skills of yours...I'll help you out since your gonna make it your mission till you know anyways.” You roll your eyes and go to explain, but she cuts you off before the words leave your mouth.

“Now wait just a minute, I'll figure this out myself off of what you've given me, I was just seeing if you'd offer it up easily first.” standing she walks over to the sink then returns to her seat and looks you up and down. Your hair was in a messy bun, sweat pants clung to your hips, a light tank top and a silky long sleeved robe hung around your shoulders.

“So he likes to leave loves bites, you two definitely didn't stop at once, considering the state of your hair and lack of energy this morning, which would mean he has quite the stamina...And I can almost bet there is or has been some light bruising around your wrists..along with a few other well placed hickeys.” She watches as you pull the sleeves on your robe down and blush a little. “Mmm hmm.. so he like to be in charge and likes to mark you, but at the same time doesn't want to be singularly a couple. Either of those two fit this so far...” you can almost see her brain picking apart each clue. “Tell me y/n how did this all start exactly?”

If you're tired of the taste,

We can try another blend,

My heart will never break I'm just here to break a sweat.

Good lord he was walking temptation, all broody and dark, making it seem like he was so tough but no matter how much he pretended he wanted nothing to do with anyone, something about that made you want to prove him wrong. Working late was nothing unusual for you, happened more then you getting laid, as sad as that was. Buried deep behind your projects and formulas or one of the weapons you hardly left your space. Feeling frustrated with how your intended mixture wasn't combining like it should you opted for a break. Heading to the kitchen you found the place deserted, the quiet was nice but you'd kill to get rid of the frustrating feeling still lingering. Still processing the formula in your mind you collide with a very hard object, thinking it was the wall you were shocked to see instead you had smacked right into to the very temptation that had passed by the lab earlier and clouded your mind with not so helpful thoughts.

“Sorry!” you squeaked and moved out of his way. “Maybe you should pay more attention to where your walking.” He snapped. “Excuse me, it was an accident, sorry if I'm a little tired from working on stuff that could possibly save you on a mission.. geez no need to get a attitude with me..” You retort while grabbing a mug and pouring more coffee to fuel your night work.

Suddenly you felt the hard wall against your as he grabbed you and pushed you to it causing you to look up at him. “You have some mouth on you, coming in here and telling me not to speak to you like that when your the one who walked into me!” his nostrils flared with his words and your could see his pupils were blown as he stared at you. “So what if I do, what are you gonna do about it?” you challenged him. He stayed still contemplating his next move, before you found his lips crashing to yours with a rough kiss. You kissed him back with equal power, both of your arms roaming over each other as you continued, tongues battling for dominance before you pulled away needing air.

That's why she's cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

“Well it kinda just happened a couple months ago, after a really rough day at work....for both of us I guess.” you tell her as she taps her finger to her bottom lip. “I see, so probably started off as a confrontation when no one was around and lead to some intense sex... Well we don't really see either of them after missions or when they seem to be in a rather foul mood. I'll go out on a limb and say it probably goes both ways if one of you wants the other you meet up, but I bet he mostly contacts you after the missions?” You nod at her.

“Okay, both of them could still fit this, lets see what else can I get off you before I make my guess.” You shift a little under her gaze. “Do you interact with them other then when you hook up?” Looking down at your hand then back at her, “not really I mean if he's in the lab, sure but we don't really see each other much between. He doesn't avoid it but we also don't go out of our ways either. I don't care what he does and vice versa, if either of us went on a date or something the other wouldn't mind. We just have this mutual agreement to be there to release some steam in a beneficial way to both of us.”

It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,

Just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

The two of you were covered in a thin layer of sweat and tried desperately to catch your breath and steady your heart rates again. To say that was the greatest sex you'd had in your entire life was a true statement. You couldn't help but feel your pride swell a little hearing him just as out of breath as you. Who would have thought you'd have the same effect on him as he you, and that a un-mixing formula would have put you in this bed, in the room and in the arms of this man. Having calmed your heart back to a decent speed you went to get up but a rather strong arm stopped you.

“Where do you think you are planning on going?” he asked as he pulled you back closer to him. “Well I was gonna go back to the lab an--” He cut you off with another searing kiss, and you could already feel him grinding his rock hard erection into your thigh. “We are only getting started here darling, I have yet to grow tired of hearing those delightful sounds escape your pretty mouth as I make you come undone..” Immediately forgetting the formula you swing your leg over him and straddle his hips. You were in for one hell of a night.

She so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

“Earth to y/n? Are you asleep or lost in thoughts?” Nat asked as she waved a hand in front of your glazed over eyes. “Yeah sorry I'm here still thinking about how this all came to be.” She squinted her eyes at you, as if she had just figured something out. “So are you starting to get attached or want more then just hook up with him? And don't bother lying I can see right through you.” You glared at her, if she knew then why ask. “I don't know, maybe, I mean get get along well and I think maybe if we were to actually pursue this as a couple it may work out, but I haven't brought it up and neither has he, I didn't want to affect him as a avenger or bring up anything that would up set him after what he's been though. No point to lose out on a good thing just to call him my boyfriend if you know what I mean.” You both laugh but then you see her eyeing your neck. “Has he ever left a mark in such an obvious place, I mean it's basically screaming I'm owned don't even try.” rubbing the mark with your hand you think back but shake your head.

“Not that I can remember, we've both been pretty discreet, I didn't even know it was there till you showed me.” She looked as though a light bulb went off after you answered. “Last night was intense, and he left a mark intended to be seen, so what did you say or do differently that may have spurred this?” You sat there thinking and only one thing had come to mind. “I did mention I would be out of town for a few days with a fellow lab assistant do to some work we have to do off base, the assistant is a he, and after that he did seem to want to make it a point to leave a couple hickeys on my thigh.” She smiled and looked at you “Yeah I'd say maybe your mystery banger wants to do more then just bang, so damaged, possessive, dominate, kick ass stamina, and moody.. I'm gonna go with--”

It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're single, but we're lovers, crazy for each other,

Just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're wild under the covers crazy for each other.

She was about to give you her answer, but the two of you were interrupted by Sam, Steve, and Bucky arguing about who knows Steve the best and who would be more help for him in a fight. You shot Nat a please don't say anything look and she winked at you. “Good morning ladies.” came Tony's chipper tone as he walked in followed by Thor and Loki. “hey guys, so thought I'd tell ya that our y/n here scored herself a date tonight with one of her hottie lab techs and she's not gonna be in this weekend, so no texting her Tony!” Nat announced. “Way to go y/n! Enjoy yourself then!” Steve said while grabbing the newspaper. Bucky gave you a thumbs up, Sam complained about how that meant he couldn't take you out, Thor gave you a huge smile while grabbing a full box of pop tarts, and Tony poured himself a cup of coffee then walked over to you and Nat.

“So was it this lucky guy your going out with the one who left that ?” he pointed to the mark you tried to cover. “Oh uh he--” before you could answer someone else did for you. “Actually no, that would be my handy work if you must know.” Loki's words caused everyone to share the look of surprise, all except for Nat who couldn't have had a more smug smile. “Now my pet if you would be so kind, I need to speak with you about this so called date.” You quickly followed him out of the kitchen out of more shock then anything after he had just declared you and he had slept together. The second the two of you rounded the corner you found yourself back in his bedroom. “Apparently I didn't make myself very clear the multiple times I asked you who you belonged to last night, as you came screaming my name.” His powerful arms resting on your hips. “Oh no you did, that was just Nat's way of say she knew who left this on me, but since we're back in here I'm more then happy for you to make it abundantly clear again.” you say as you look up through your lashes smiling.

Everybody wants a lover like that,

Wild under the covers, crazy for each other,

Everybody wants a lover like that

Wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

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DUNGEON ON THE MIND-STAGE ?

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Musings on the 'Serbian-Scene' in TEH and playing with it on a metaphorical level

Sherlock chained to the walls of this dungeon, beaten with a metal bar by a brute and Mycroft sitting by ... watching calmly .... it never felt right to me. And a lot of other things contradict themselves in this scene as well.

More under the cut ....

Why has Mycroft to visit that prison himself ... 'smuggling his way into their ranks'. Does he not have a lot of experts at his command, trained exactly for this sort of action? Also .... this must have taken a lot of time. Who replaced the 'british government' in London while Mycroft was away, doing the much despised 'legwork'?

Maybe Mycroft wanted to go himself because it was about Sherlock, his little brother, whom he always worries about so much? Then why doesn't he show his concern in any way?

Maybe Mycroft couldn't use words because there was the risk of being overheard? Sure, the first few sentences are wispered but the last words - and very revealing words by the way ('Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Homes') - aren't wispered at all.

Besides, there isn't the slightest hint that someone is watching this interrogation somewhere from the outside - unlike the one of Jim Moriarty at the end of THOB. There is no quick shot of a little camera lens in a dark corner, nor a tiny red laser light to clarify the possibility of being watched or overheard. No one is monitoring that scene from a different room. On the contrary, it is explicitly shown that the soldier outside the door wears earplugs and listens to music ... he's not interested at all in what happens behind him in that dungeon.

Maybe Mycroft can't express his worry and concern with words because ... he simply doesn't do things that way? Very plausible .... but ... There is no concern or worry or empathy in his eyes either. Nothing! Just sarcasm, scorn and cynicism. And I wont even start about the hair pulling or comparing torture to 'holidays'.

In fact, Mycroft seems much more concerned to get Sherlock back to London in time to ward off a possible terror attack, then he is about his bleeding and tortured little brother. Which reminds me a lot of Eurus in Sherrinford and her special 'utility':

'There is, in this facility, a prisoner whose intellectual abilities are of occasional use to the British government.'

Mycroft seems to have a certain tendency to free his siblings from prisons when he needs their extraordinary talents for his own purposes.

So, my friend. Now it’s just you and me. You have no idea the trouble it took to find you. Now listen to me. There’s an underground terrorist network active in London and a massive attack is imminent. Sorry, but the holiday is over, brother dear. Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes.

"I got you out." ....... "No – I got me out."

There is clearly something in Sherlock's hand and it looks a lot like a key.

Question is ... how was Sherlock able to get hold of a key? Had it been already in his hands before he got chained up in that room? Then why didn't the torturer notice it? I heavily doubt anyone - even Sherlock Holmes - is able to pinch something while chained from wall to wall with outstreched arms. The next thing I also heavily doubt is that Sherlock would be able to use that key to free himself. The hinge of the shackle is clearly on the underside ... therefore the keyhole must be on the back of the hand. Seems very, very impossible for Sherlock to 'get himself out'.

Well .... and that's the next thing which reminds me of Eurus in Sherrinford ... behind Elephant Glass.

Two prisoners - under normal circumstances - unable to free themselves by their own power - and yet ... neither a high tech security prison, equipped with elephant glass ... nor shackles and heavy chains forged of iron, can keep them inside.

Eurus apparently is able to walk through elephant glass every time she wants to break free.

Sherlock holds the key to his bonds in his own hands, ready to get himself out when he wants to.

By the way ... apparently Jim and Ajay can't be held in captivity as well. They too walk away from torture and prison under dubious circumstances. Not sure about Alex, but it's always suspicious when a charachter dies off stage. And Gabriel ... except for the name there's not the slightest bit of information about that guy. So, who knows ....

Taken as a 'real life scene' Sherlock's captivity and torture in this prison in Serbia ... ordered by a man who is called 'Baron Maupertius' ... appears to be at least a bit dubious. (I know Baron Maupertius is canon but still .... a Baron in the 21st century in Serbia???) Could it be that this whole scene has the distinct flair of someone who loves to be .... dramatic? Anyway, I dare to doubt ... and therefore:

A metaphorical reading of the dungeon scene in Serbia

Based on the assumption that Sherlock is already investigating and deducing on his Mind-Stage at the beginning of 'The Empty Hearse' ... with

Mycroft representing the BRAIN

Sherlock the SOUL

London equating Sherlock's BODY

Terrorists .... being synonymous with EMOTIONS

... what would that scene look like?

BRAIN: "Ok, SOUL ... I watched you torture yourself long enough. Stop this nonsense and put yourself together! You are severly needed by your BODY. Return at once because very soon EMOTIONS will rise and attack again. Get ready for it. Find and defuse all the 'danger points' (explosives) ... unless of course, you want to become a prisoner of your own meat! ... You had enouth time to catch your breath! Get up! The game is on again!"

Torture yourself? .... let's take a closer look at the torturer then

TORTURER: He said that I used to work in the navy, where I had an unhappy love affair ... that the electricity isn’t working in my bathroom; and that my wife is sleeping with our next door neighbour! The coffin maker! ... If I go home now, I’ll catch them at it! I knew it! I knew there was something going on!

The torturer worked in the navy .... a sailor then? Interesting. Serbia is a country without access to the sea. But then, the man (who speaks Serbian) could have been a mercenary in some other army. Who knows? A mercenary in the navy .... maybe he even was a .... PIRATE?

Unhappy love affair ..... the sailor/pirate once loved someone, but it went wrong. And then he gave up his profession as a 'pirate'? Because of a broken heart? Well, well ....

Electricity not working.... if it's not working then there is no light ... then it is rather DARK. Which impairs the sight considerably. A bit like 'shortsightedness'?

In the bathroom .... the bathroom is definitely the one room in a house/flat which has the strongest connection to ... WATER. A lot of water in a bathroom. A lot of 'dark water' ...... if the electricitiy isn't working .....

The wife is cheating with a coffin maker .... someones life partner is cheating with a person who creates sort of 'closets/cupboards for dead people' .... who puts dead people into narrow boxes .....

If the torturer goes home at once, he will chatch them cheating .... hm, maybe if the 'former pirate' returns to London immediately, he will arrive just in time to be present for ... an engagement?

There is even a little bit of additional information hiding in plain sight regarding this 'torturer'. He wears a Tattoo. Nothing unusual for a former sailor or a mercenary one might say. In combination though this tattoo becomes very interesting because it is Mary who also wears a 'secret tattoo'. Sharing more than 30 similarities makes her a major mirror for Sherlock. Therefore I wouldn't be much surprised if somewhere on Sherlock's body waits a tattoo to be discovered as well. :)))))

It really looks like - on a metaphorical level - this torturer is no one else than Sherlock who is torturing himself in the solitude of his mind.

Conclusion

Something happens in S2 TRF and Sherlock ... panicks. My humble guess: Jim happens. Oozing sexuality and darkness like never before, threatening Sherlock to break into every corner of his being, to occupy even the most secure and heavily locked places ... 'the man with the key is king and honey you should see me in a crown' ... no place of power, no prison is secure enough to keep him out ... not even the crown jewels are safe anymore. : )))

Sherlock tries to get rid of Jim, then fakes his own death (just to be safe) and goes on a mental hiatus to find his former equilibrium again. Only ... it doesn't work. It turns out that being away from BODY and HEART doesn't change anything. On the contrary ... the distance becomes torture, unbearable suffering. At last Sherock's own BRAIN - logic and reason - tells him to stop that misery and go back to where he belongs. Sherlock has to find either a way to defeat/delete his emotions entirely or .... lose the war and surrender to that powerful 'underground network'. And we know already how this battle ends ....... :)))

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Obviously the torturer doesn't use a tyre lever to beat Sherlck. It's propably some piece of a water pipe ... but .... well .... the look of it ....

I mean, they could have easily chosen a club or some straight piece of metal ....?

Sherlock holding the key to his chains in his own hand?

How does a rainbow get into a dungeon .....

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

August, 2017

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