#[ living your life n a timer and using it to do the most of it and just

[pirateborn-a]

will i Ever be normal about my muses No

[buckyalpine]

Fic idea - Bucky’s family & time travel

You know how I keep proposing ideas, then adding it to my wips and then I stare at it while it stares at me. Heres another. I'm so sorry. Swear this will end in fluff, you'll just suffer in between. So imagine the most angstiest angst where Bucky gets married and has a child with his sweetheart before he’s sent to war. He's loved her his whole life and now they have a little one together; nothing could be more perfect. He promises he'll be back safe and sound with a kiss to her forehead and plenty of kisses for his baby girl.

Until Hydra captures him and turns him into the Winter Soldier. His first mission is to eliminate any familial ties. He doesn't feel anything when he pulls the trigger. He's successful and carries out hundreds of others kills, each searing itself in some part of his brain but he's constantly wiped before he can piece anything together.

But then he's rescued and he has to pick up the broken fragments of his memories and its too much of a fog for him to understand. At the very least he has his best friend by his side again and he's slowly starting to remember.

His first question is about his sweet y/n and his little girl.

His happiness is short-lived when Steve doesn't say anything. Bucky doesn't understand why he avoids his gaze, why he suddenly looks so distraught. No amount of pleading or begging works, his best friend doesn't breathe a word, asking Bucky to please let things be.

To learn to live with the way things were.

He can't do that though. He needs answers. When the team is away on a mission, he find a way to get into his records that SHIELD kept on him, wondering if they ever had anything on file about his life before he was captured. Every single detail about who he was before the war to after is written with details and camera footage.

He doesn't move from where he's seated, a blank expression on his face while everyone returns. Steve approaches Bucky first, worried about why the soldier looked so pale as if he'd aged 10 years in the past 3 days.

"I killed them?" His broken whisper of a voice breaks Steve's heart when he sees the file Bucky was looking at, a picture of him, his little girl on his shoulders and wife all smiling at the camera. The sheet he's clutching onto has their names along with deceased written write across the sheet.

Bucky is inconsolable.

His dreams are no longer about others he has killed. He's flooded with memories of her; the soft ivory dress she wore on their wedding day, the baby pink lace she had on when he undressed her that same night, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her laugh, the kicks of their baby, the sound of her happy squeals when he blew raspberries onto her chubby cheeks.

Those happy memories are quickly replaced with her pleading for him to remember. To just remember at least once.

Jamie, it's me, please, m'your y/n, Bucky, don't-

D-daddy?

Baby, go to your room-Bucky no-

Mama!

Please, not Bella, James, you love her baby, you love us- please remember me-

I-I love you

The pain of Bucky's cries are too much for anyone to handle. They're a different type of sadness. So much so, even Tony's starting to worry when he doesn't see Bucky for days on end. He begs to be put back in cyro, to have his memories wiped, to have his brain fried, anything to forget. He doesn't care about the pain, he just wants it all to end.

Imagine theres a mission that involves time travel. Steve and Sam stand on the platform, ready to enter the portal, setting their timers for a specific date in the past. When Sam catches Steve adding another date without telling him, he quietly adds it on his suit as well, piecing what the Captain plans on doing.

The mission takes a little longer than anticipated. Steve is surprised when Sam is beside him when he travels back to the 40's, the both of them now with a new mission in mind, alternating the future be damned. If they had a chance to give Bucky the life he deserved again, they would do it. Bucky doesn't ask for much. In fact he never asked for anything. He deserved this.

Imagine the shock everyone gets when the portal opens up at the compound and there are now 4 people on the platform. Steve, Sam, a woman and a little girl no older than 2. She's dressed in a simple dotted dress, still wearing an apron around her waist while her baby stays clinging around her, tucking her face into her mommas neck.

Imagine the way Bucky would collapse with her when he sees his family again, crying endlessly being able to hold his wife and child, something he thought he'd lost forever. Everyone gives the little family some privacy while he hugs and kisses them, cuddling them to his chest, still right on the lab floor. Explanations for everything can wait, right now he can't believe he has his angels back.

Imagine the way they'd fall asleep that night, sleeping in bed for once, now that he's reunited with his y/n and his Bella.

imagine the endless love he'd make to her while Bella spends time with her God Fathers, aka all the Avenger men.

Imagine she's pregnant soon after and they can continue being a family in the present, doing all the things they always dreamed of.

Anyway, just a thought.

[drunk-on-dk]

[Teaser] Over the Country Club | Yoon Jeonghan (M)

pairing: best friend!Jeonghan x afab!reader genre/tags: fluff, angst, smut (minors do not interact), friends to lovers, a bit of unrequited love, a slice of life au, college au, post-grad au rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~3k TEASER (estimated ~15-20k for full fic, currently this may be my longest fic yet and it feels so good to really be writing again) warnings: mentions of alcohol (underage is not condoned), future smut

Summary: Jeonghan and you have known each other for as long as you can both remember. From the years spent working at the country club, to your university days, there has always been this aching feeling that neither of you can quite understand. Someone falls first, but the other falls harder.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts on this teaser! I've been working hard to get back into writing in the new year and wanted to get comfortable with diving more into the plot. Things may change when the full fic is posted, but not much of what's in the teaser! I hope you enjoy it, and of course please message me if you'd like to be on the tag list for this fic!

I. 4th of July, the Summer Before the First Year of University

Just like every other high school student in your town, Jeonghan and you found part-time jobs at the oh-so-prestigious country club located in the next town over. One could argue it was practically a full-time job since most part-timers worked upwards of 40 hours a week due to how busy the club got during the summers. 

Not that you would complain about the hours; to be fair, you had to save up a substantial amount of money for the upcoming transition to college. The realization hit soon after graduating high school, you only had enough pocket change to fund some expenses,  which was not nearly enough to get you comfortably through the upcoming semesters. You had worked at the club most summers, but this year you took all the hours they offered. 

Plus, you’d be crazy to admit that summers working at the Lakewood Country Club weren’t some sort of fun. Plenty of your peers worked there, including Jeonghan, your longest lasting friendship due to the proximity of living next door to one another and growing up attached at the hip. 

Jeonghan worked as a caddie on the golf course. He’s gentlemanly in appearance, has just enough knowledge about what type of club to use at each hole, and has a never-ending spunk that entertains whatever group of golfers he’s assisting for the day. Jeonghan made decent tips working as a caddie, earning a couple of hundred dollars from some of his return golfers who specifically requested his assistance for an 18-hole outing. One could assume that most members of the country club were very well-off, or at least living comfortably. 

Luckily, you were stationed at the halfway house most days this summer. It’s located in the heart of the golf course, and the club consistently blasted cool air conditioning in the exposed, open bar area that was meant for golfers to stop by. Jeonghan, as scheming as ever, would ensure that his golfers stopped by for a quick refreshment at some point, knowing that he’d get to spend some time with you and help you earn some extra cash in tips from his already rowdy crew. 

You’d mix up some Manhattans or Old-Fashioned’s for the golfers, knowing the usual orders for each club member as if they had been engrained on the back of your hand (in hindsight, a freshly graduated high schooler should not have been pouring alcoholic beverages, but the country club didn’t care - your labor was cheaper than hiring a professional tender and you learned just the basics just fine). Nonetheless, your cocktails were a treat for the golfers who had been drinking beers for most of the course, most of them lukewarm or gone by the time they made it to the halfway house. 

Today is the Fourth of July, marking the mid-way point of your last summer before college. You had made your fair share of tips this summer working at the halfway house, especially due to Jeonghan’s consistent sourcing of clientele at your bar. It was a particularly hot day, one of the hottest of the summer and plenty of customers had stopped by, leaving hefty tips, feeling generous either from the heat or the holiday. 

Jeonghan approached the bar area with a heavy sigh, parking his cart hastily, but still had his typical mischievous smile etched onto his features as a crowd of familiar golfers followed behind him. Your nose scrunched in feigned disgust, a teasing smile mirroring his upon noticing just how tired and sweaty the group was from the relentless summer heat. 

Part of you thought he looked angelic from the way his sun-kissed skin gleamed, but you’d never admit that, nor would you dare to speak those thoughts out loud, not even to your closest friends who weren’t Jeonghan. However, the other part of you remembered he was just your silly best friend who smelled slightly like fresh-cut grass, sunscreen, and a hint of whatever remained of his tropical cologne. 

“The usuals?” You beamed, flashing your best customer service smile at the group, already reaching for the bottle of top-shelf whiskey displayed behind you. You received hoots and hollers along the lines of “Yes, please” from the group. Jeonghan slips behind the bar as you expertly begin to prepare drinks for the parched golfers. Normally, this was frowned upon, but Jeonghan had most of the country club supervisors wrapped around his finger. 

Jeonghan’s quick to sort through the fridge right off to your side, squatting and contemplating his options, but you have to smack his hand away from the cooler once you notice his deft fingers are reaching for a plastic shooter of whiskey.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan practically cries out, whining similar to a little boy being scolded, but he’s just your immature best friend who has a knack for trouble and stealing. You can’t always let him get away with everything. 

“You kleptomaniac, don’t you dare,” you joke, routinely preparing the drinks, laughing at the puppy dog eyes that are flashed in your direction and then back to the cold fridge. You bend down next to him, whispering quietly so that no one but Jeonghan can hear. “Wait until later, today’s manager has been keeping inventory of the alcohol as if they personally own it all. I can sneak some after my shift when I cash out.” 

Jeonghan’s pout morphs into a smirk, a devious glint in his eyes as he holds out his pinky finger. You comply, wrapping your pinky with his to silently promise that you’ll follow through later. 

“Meet at hole 12? Right at the hill behind the trees? It’s still the best spot for fireworks.” Jeonghan speaks as if it’s a secret mission - as if it’s not the same spot you’ve met to watch fireworks for the last few years working at the country club. 

“Oh, I thought we’d check out the views at hole 17 this year,” you roll your eyes mockingly, Jeonghan knows you’re messing with him, but it’s your smile that betrays your teasing, “Duh, Jeonghan. I’ll catch you there later.” 

“You know hole 17 is where Mingyu and Arin lost their virginity to each other last year,” Jeonghan pokes, settling on bottled water from the fridge and standing back up, towering over your own figure. You feel your cheeks flush, a bit flustered he’d drop that information so casually, and sure as hell hoping he didn’t think that you were suggesting anything. 

You didn’t see Jeonghan in that way, he didn’t see you in that way. Plain and simple. You two were only best friends and that’s how it would always be. 

“That’s gross, Jeonghan,” you scowl, willing away the blush that is still burning your face as you finish garnishing the drinks. “Don’t air out people’s secrets like that. That’s personal. Plus, why would I know that?” 

Jeonghan chuckles, shrugging as he helps you carry the drinks over to the golfers who have made themselves comfortable among the shaded seating outside the bar area, an outdoor fan helping cool them down. They all clamor in delight as Jeonghan and you emerge from behind the bar with the chilled drinks, quick to "cheers" each other before savoring the first sip of their beverages. 

There are smacks and sighs of delight from the group, your pride growing as they approve of the drinks, and gather up some cash for a tip. Jeonghan nudges you, urging you to accept the bills from Mr. Choi, a polite older man who continues to take care of Jeonghan and you each summer. He’s never been creepy, and he tips very well. You still feel slightly guilty each time you accept cash from him. 

“Thank you, Mr. Choi,” you speak graciously, accepting the tip, quickly shoving it into your pocket without checking the amount, and earning an approving thumbs up from the man as he takes another sip of his cocktail. 

“Save it wisely, Y/N,” Mr. Choi chimes, humming in thought, and eyes flickering between where you and Jeonghan stand. “Jeonghan tells me you’re both attending the same university in a few months. Heard you’ve both received a pretty good scholarship, even one from the club?” 

“That is correct, sir,” you nod excitedly. Not only had you both received an academic scholarship from your university, but all your years working at the club have paid off in a way you wouldn’t have imagined, earning a scholarship from the Lakewood Country Club members' foundation. “I am grateful to have received such an award. Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of it. I know Jeonghan will too. You’d never guess, but he’s a straight A student,” you tease, hiding your mouth only for Mr. Choi to see as if Jeonghan can’t hear you, and elbowing your friend in the rib cage, earning a pained groan from him. 

Mr. Choi nods in approval, a smile creeping onto his face as he chuckles at the dynamic between you two. “Glad to know my money is going towards two bright futures.” Jeonghan is pushing your bony elbow away, annoyed at your enthusiasm and teasing, further amusing Mr. Choi. “Jeonghan, make sure you don’t lose sight of Y/N during University, all sorts of partners will be chasing her. She’s intelligent and beautiful. Don’t want her forgetting about you now, do you?”

Jeonghan would groan if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Mr. Choi speaking to him. He has to restrain himself from shoving you away as well, knowing that Mr. Choi has inflated your ego a bit too much with his praise. Nonetheless, Jeonghan plays into it. “Nope, she’s stuck with me, so don’t even worry about it.”

You almost laugh out loud, reminding yourself to remain professional on the course as you fire back. “As if, Jeonghan couldn’t get rid of me even if he wanted to.” 

“Valid point,” Jeonghan grumbles, teasingly pushing you back towards the bar as if reminding you of your duties, sick of hearing the constant praise that only you’re receiving, even though there have been no additional visitors since Jeonghan’s entourage of golfers arrived. He’s quick to enthusiastically round up the crew, realizing daylight will quickly dwindle by the last hole if they don’t start back up soon. “Welp, we better let Y/N continue to work. Ready for hole 10?” 

The men are quick to gather, knocking back the remainder of their drinks, and returning to their carts as Jeonghan helps you clean up the finished glasses, your shoulders bumping into each other as you two push your way back into the bar. Mr. Choi sends a knowing look Jeonghan’s way, neither of you catching it as he wishes you a nice Fourth of July. 

“Thank you, Mr. Choi!” You wave to the man, bidding the rest of the golfing crew a nice holiday as well before turning to Jeonghan who’s finished carrying over the rest of the empty glasses. “Catch you later, Hannie?”

“Of course,” Jeonghan’s eyes lit up yet again upon hearing his childhood nickname, and is reminded of the nearing shenanigans later this afternoon. Maybe he’ll steal some snacks from the members gifting table for tonight. “I’ll see you then stay cool, Y/N!”

“You as well! Make sure to reapply your sunscreen,” you shout back, watching as Jeonghan hops in the cart with Mr. Choi and rolls his eyes at your nagging. Mr. Choi gets one final laugh before Jeonghan drives off, the entourage of golfers following closely behind. 

You’re finishing cleaning up the bar, pulling the cash from your pocket earlier and gasping upon realizing just how much Mr. Choi had tipped you. A five-hundred dollar tip. It was surely the most you’ve ever made in one round of drinks, absolutely unwarranted, and it made you feel a bit teary-eyed. You knew you couldn’t dare to return it, as Mr. Choi would definitely be offended, but you felt extremely lucky to have such nice members visit you at the halfway house, you’d have to thank him eventually. 

The rest of the day went quickly, and, much to your delight, you had made enough tips to support a chunk of your tuition and expenses for the year. Also, your manager had swapped shifts with another supervisor mid-day, who was not as hawklike. 

Leading up to the completion of your shift, you had snuck a pair of alcoholic shooters into your uniform skirt. Even in your attempt to be rebellious, you couldn’t just steal the shooters, using some of your tip money to cover the cost of the alcohol and you felt less criminal. You knew Jeonghan would tease you relentlessly about this if he was here, each shooter was no more than $3 each, but you had a knack for doing the “right thing,” or else you feared karma would get you in the long run. 

Upon reaching the end of your shift, you stopped back at the employee locker room to safely store your tips in your purse. The day had been hot, but it was cooling down now that night was approaching. 

Ultimately, you opt to throw on a sweatshirt, one that Jeonghan had purchased when you two had toured your university, which was the same one that he’d worn so many times that it’s the most comfortable piece of clothing you own. One that he couldn’t deny you of when you begged to keep it, secretly thinking that you looked cute in it even though you were practically swimming in the fabric. Disgusted that he’d even thought that, he dismissed you quickly and said you could keep it. 

The sun was setting minute by minute, meaning that Jeonghan’s shift would be finishing very soon, and you packed away the remainder of your items in your employee locker, double-checking that your skirt still had the tiny plastic alcohol bottles hidden away. 

After confirming you had said shots, you headed out to hole 12 with a spring in your step. It was a meeting spot you and Jeonghan had found your summer after freshman year of high school. There was a hill behind a bunch of trees that overlooked the valley where the main portion of the country club was located. No one was allowed on the course during after-hours, but this spot was so dark and secluded that you two hadn’t been caught yet. It was also the prime viewing spot for the club’s fireworks show, and it was your little secret. 

You were first to make it to the spot, plopping down on the hill and huffing in relief. Your legs ached a little from standing all day. The grass beneath you was dewy from the cool nighttime air, the humid heat from the day settling on the greenery, and it was almost enough to make you feel itchy. However, you don’t mind it, not when you have the fireworks show to look forward to. You would never mind the damp grass, especially not when you had a favorite summer tradition to share with your favorite person, your best friend. 

Jeonghan’s shift ended a bit later than yours, but he didn’t arrive at the spot much later than you. He meant to grab a bag of popcorn or something, but he didn’t want to leave you hanging for too long. 

Jeonghan tried to sneak up on you, but you’re too smart, too knowing of his antics. So when you turn around knowingly, with two opened Whiskey shooters in hand, he chuckles almost maniacally at your annoyed expression that doesn’t fully translate into your impish eyes. You two were one and the same. 

“What are you waiting for, Hannie? These shots aren’t getting any colder. Not when they’ve been in my skirt for the past hour.”

“Eugh, now you’re the one oversharing,” Jeonghan groans in disapproval, sitting down next to you on the grass, and gratefully accepting the shot regardless of your TMI comment. Your knees knock each other as you turn to face him, but a friendly touch isn’t foreign to either of you. “You’re the gross one, Y/N.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you giggle, holding the shot out in front of him and teasingly shaking the plastic bottle. You sing song, “The night’s not getting any younger either.”  

Nodding in acknowledgment, Jeonghan smirks and shares a few words, “Cheers to our last summer before we’re miserable college students. Cheers to fewer hours spent in the heat at this country club. Cheers to our everlasting friendship.” 

With his final words, you’re both knocking back your shots, groaning in unison as the spicy drink burns and settles in your stomach, instantly warming your body at the sensation. Your face scrunches up at the taste and Jeonghan can’t help but laugh uncontrollably.

“Stop it,” you whine, your voice a bit hoarse from the alcohol but smiling nonetheless. “You aren’t any better than me. Anyways, that's enough for me tonight.”

“True,” Jeonghan contemplates, but he’s quick to poke you. “But I didn’t struggle as bad as you did.” 

“Touché,” you hum, nudging Jeonghan’s shoulder excitedly as a warning firework darts into the sky, indicating the show will be beginning shortly. “It’s starting!” 

“Alright, alright,” Jeonghan is groaning at your bony elbow yet again digging into him, but he’s delighted by your excitement regardless, shoving you back as you begin to readjust for the show. “Calm down, it’s nothing crazy.” 

“No, Jeonghan,” you grin, turning your head to fully make eye contact with his wide eyes, joy flickering in your own as you peer at your best friend. “It’s nothing crazy, but it’s absolutely so special because once again we get to enjoy it here together.” 

Your emphasis on the word together almost makes him shiver, a foreign feeling rushing through him as you continue to gaze at him with those wild eyes of yours, gulping as he hesitantly nods, even though he wholeheartedly agrees it is special, but he’s not exactly sure why. “Very true,” and as if on cue, the fireworks show begins, relief flooding through him as you redirect your gaze and squeal in excitement. 

Jeonghan doesn’t understand why, but his heart pounds in his chest throughout the entire show. He thinks maybe it’s the alcohol (you and he rarely have dared to sneak alcohol before), maybe it’s the overstimulation of the fireworks, maybe it’s the thrill of knowing the golf course guards could spot you any year and escort you away, or maybe it’s the way your knee keeps brushing his thigh reminding him of just how close you two are. How much you are together here alone, just like every other summer. 

It’s a feeling he decides to ignore for the rest of the fireworks, letting himself lay back on the damp grass with you and listening as you enthusiastically point out your favorite fireworks, bickering with you when he thinks a different type of firework is prettier. 

It’s a feeling he continues to ignore as the finale comes and goes, chest fluttering at the way your eyes sparkle with golden reflections of the fireworks in the sky, and once again quickly redirecting his gaze to anything but you. 

It’s a feeling he tries his damnedest to ignore as you both continue to lay in the grass post-fireworks. Neither one of you making the first move to go home. Maybe you thought this would be the final moment of normalcy between you and Jeonghan before starting university, knowing that all friendships are bound to change with such a new chapter. Maybe he thought he’d figure out whatever it was he was feeling if he just stayed here with you a moment longer. 

It’s a feeling he struggles to ignore as you both fall into deep conversation. The one shot of alcohol makes you both loose-lipped as you reminisce on embarrassing high school stories. Reminiscing on your shitty boyfriend who broke up with you before the summer. Reminiscing on your years of friendship. 

It’s a feeling he no longer can ignore when you roll over, lips pouting and eyes teary as you start to feel emotional about your recent breakup. Something in him feels like it shatters when you ask, “Have you ever been in love before, Hannie?” 

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 20

Finnick x Y/N

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I promise we will get into the timer stuff soon but I have to build up the plot first…

Content Warnings - None!

You wake up to Finnick gone, a note left on his pillow.

Got called into training early. Didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll see you at lunch.

Love,

Your fake husband

Why was he in training so early? He said yesterday that his training wouldn’t start till after breakfast.

Maybe he was upset by what happened last night. Maybe he didn’t enjoy it.

You let your thoughts consume you as you lay in bed, completely skipping breakfast and most of your morning schedule.

A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts.

“Come in,” you sigh to whoever was waiting. You’re surprised to see Boggs enter.

“Miss Y/L/N, do I need to remind you that you have a schedule to follow?” he asks.

“No,” you yawn. “I’m sorry I lost track of time. What time is it anyways?”

“10:34 AM,” Boggs states. “I’ve been instructed to escort you to your doctor’s checkup, which you are very late to.”

Boggs gives you a minute to dress before he’s escorting you to the hospital. He says Coin isn’t happy that you are already disregarding your schedule and is rethinking your living arrangement.

Prim performs your checkup that morning. She clears you for the day and you make your way to the cafeteria to help with lunch prep.

11:30 rolls around and you finally have a chance to see Finnick. Twelve hours felt too long and you were anxious to face him again. He was sometimes hard to read.

“Hey love,” he says as you sit down next to him with your tray. “How was your morning?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “I got reprimanded by Boggs for not following my schedule. I guess that was a serious rule.”

“Sorry about this morning,” Finnick states. “I would have woken you up when they buzzed for me but you look like you needed the sleep.”

“That’s ok,” you sigh, thinking about how sad you were that he wasn’t there when you woke. “Why did they increase your training?”

“Katniss snuck onto a transport that left late last night for District 2,” he explains. “They’re moving up our deployment timeline.”

“Deployment?” you ask, setting your fork down. “You didn’t tell me they were sending you anywhere.”

“Can we talk about this tonight?” he replies.

“I’m not hungry,” you state, abruptly standing with your tray. Finnick calls out for you as you walk away, needing to escape for a bit.

You end up back at the hospital to talk to Prim.

“Could I get an excuse for the rest of the day?” you ask her. “I’m not feeling well.”

“Oh no! Do you need medicine? What’s not feeling well?” she asks.

“I’ve just had a bad day that’s all,” you shake your head. “I can’t mentally handle a schedule today.”

“Why don’t you go chat with Dr. Aurelius for a bit,” Prim suggests. “He’s available now if you want to see him.”

You had never been in therapy before. Dr. Aurelius seemed nice but you didn’t know if you could trust him. What do therapists even do?

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/L/N,” the man states as he enter the room. “I’m Dr. Aurelius. Why don’t we start with how you’re feeling today?”

“Sad,” you reply, unsure of how to properly convey your emotions.

“Do you know why you feel sad?” he asks. “Or what made you feel this way?”

“District 13 makes me sad,” you state as the man writes something down in his notebook. “I have no autonomy here.”

“They allowed you to get married,” he remarks. “Are you happy about that?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “I mean I love Finnick but it was a fake wedding for a propo that we agreed to do so we could be roommates here in 13. He’s lived with me for 5 years now. I skipped my schedule this morning and Coin is already threatening to make us live separately again.”

“I see,” the man comments. “Do you find schedules restricting?”

“I guess I do,” you respond. “I mean I’ve spent my whole adult life on house arrest so I’ve never really been able to make decisions for myself. Having a schedule feels like someone is telling me what to do all the time.”

“That’s understandable,” he comments. “I can excuse you from your schedule for today but you will need to find a compromise with President Coin. I will provide you with a list of options for your schedule so you can maybe pick out what you want to do. I apologize that the list is limited but it’s the best I can do.”

You take the list and agree to meet with him and Coin in the morning to discuss your schedule. In the mean time he gives you a “mentally unstable” bracelet to excuse you for the rest of the day.

The list seems meh. You had no interest in learning about nuclear weapons or the history of Panem, and cafeteria duty wasn’t necessarily your favorite.

Reflection time rolled around and Finnick enters your shared cabin.

“You skipped dinner,” he comments as he throws you an apple. You reluctantly take it and eat a bit to ease his worry.

“You skipped out on telling me about deployment,” you mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs as he moves to sit next to you. “I just didn’t feel like there was a good time to tell you. I was going to tell you before the wedding but you had your breakdown and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Where are they sending you?” you ask.

“The capital,” he responds. At this answer you burst into tears.

“You can’t leave me,” you sob. Finnick wishes he could pull you into a hug but he knows better than to touch you when you’re upset.

“It will only be for two weeks,” he states. “Three at most.”

“What if you don’t come back?” you hiccup.

“I’ll always come back for you,” he replies.

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A Rose Under the Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

CW/TW: None (sorta?), Mentions of phantom pains, loneliness

A/N: This is gonna be multi-fic. I'll probably be irregular with uploads, but I will try to update this when I can!

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Chapter 1:

The Scholar

Fate was a funny thing. Sometimes it could give you exactly what you wanted, other times… the exact opposite. 

The same was true for soulmates. Everybody had a different way of being marked. Some, from birth, others later. You’ve had yours since the moment you came out of your mother’s womb.

Right there, on the inside of your left wrist.

Three crescent moons, the slope of each resting on the others. Sometimes, one of the moons was full. It rotated almost like a clock. Sometimes one would stay full for days, other times merely one day or just a few hours. You weren’t sure why. You were positive it had something to do with your soulmate. 

Especially the random phantom pains and bruises on different spots of your body. You used to get them as a child, one minute you’d be playing on the playground and then it would feel like you’d been whipped with a belt, or hit with a stick. At first children services had been called because of your phantom bruising; until they observed one such situation where you were coloring a picture and a red mark suddenly made itself visible, along with the pain associated with it. That was when the doctor suggested those pains were indeed connected to whatever was happening to your soulmate.

What kind of torture were they going through? The thought constantly ate at you as you grew up.

The worst ones were when you were at the stove cooking one day and all of a sudden–wham!--you were doubled over in your kitchen, clutching your body as you felt like you were being impaled by an ice pick in different parts of your chest and midsection.

But every time you got those pains, there was a pulse from your marking. And then… nothing. You heard that some people got phantom pains from their soulmates, some could share a telepathic link… others could simply sense when they were in proximity. The connections all varied from mate to mate; as did the appearance of each mark.

Yours, was the crescent moons. Some had animal shapes, others had stars, sometimes even just initials of their destined partner’s names, or a type of compass pointing in their general direction. Others, you came to envy, had a timer. Like a digital stopwatch that would count down until the day they met. You really wish you had one of those. At least then you’d know...

Some lucky people found their soulmates fresh into adulthood, right out of high school. The even luckier ones happened upon theirs during childhood and stayed close.

Here you were, sitting at nearly 25, and hadn’t even felt a tickle that possibly told you your soulmate was nearby. Even when you hopped countries! You really envied your classmates who got married shortly after high school or fresh into college, right about now… 

You hoped and prayed to whoever would listen–anybody–that you would find them soon; not when you were old and gray and couldn’t run on the beach, climb a tree, or go do… something with such little precious time left over. You waited every day, on bated breath for when your soulmate would swoop in and save you from your boring, monotonous life.

Unless you were rejected. You’d never personally met anybody who had been rejected, but you have read in online forums from people who *have* been rejected, or personally knew someone who had been. Their existences sounded horrible. Gray, bleak… they weren’t truly living, just… existing. Like a robot running on default mode.

Some found love outside their soulmate bonds, and married and lived happily enough. Those were the ones who didn’t actively look for their soulmates, couldn’t find their soulmates… or their soulmates died before they met.

The pain felt from a sudden snap of your bond was supposed to be the most debilitating pain in your life, your soul feeling like half of it was shredded, stomped on, and then set on fire before being snuffed out entirely. It was supposedly easier to bear if you and your soulmate have never met.

Which is why, after you recovered that day in your kitchen, you frantically checked your mark to see if it was still there. Thankfully, it was. But you cursed your soulmate–whoever she, he, or they were–for doing whatever crazy shenanigans it was that they were doing to get hurt in such a way. 

But despite that… despite the waiting and the longing and the phantom pains; the aching feeling in your chest, you stopped checking your mark as religiously as you used to. Sometimes, you covered it entirely, a depressing melancholy feeling taking root in your stomach and growing until its branches reached your heart whenever you looked at it. It wasn’t entirely uncommon, the feelings you were harboring. The desperation for your other half, the need to feel completed–to feel whole–was felt by millions worldwide… maybe even farther than that. 

Some suggested therapy. It was a common enough occurrence that there was a specialization in the psychiatric field for soulmates who felt the depression and loneliness of not having their soul’s other half with them. 

Malattia dell'anima, the doctor-y name for it was. Soul Sickness; literally.

But you didn’t want to be doped up on medication that made you so numb to your feelings that you might not–on the small chance you would–be able to feel when you eventually met your soulmate.

If you ever did.

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You sighed as you leaned on the counter, scrolling through forums, social media posts, and memes on your phone. Your mark was covered with a braided bracelet you made on a whim four months ago. Sometimes… not looking at it made it easier to bear.

You were knocked out of your melancholic stupor when the bell to your little book shop dinged. 

You straightened your posture and gave the most polite smile you could. 

“Hi!” You said. “Welcome to Here Today Books!”

The man who entered, gave you a charming–but slightly sheepish–smile, his amber eyes lighting up from behind his dark-rimmed glasses. “Oh! Hello.” He replied, his accent that you’ve grown accustomed to since moving to London, and gave a small wave of his hand. He was dressed in a button up shirt with some kind of gray overcoat worn over it, and some faded jeans. His posture was slightly nervous, you felt. He must be an introvert.

“You looking for anything in particular?” You chirp, leaning on the checkout counter with your elbows. “We got history, mathematics, sci-fi… romance?”

The last part was accentuated by a hearty chuckle on your part with some accompanied eyebrow-waggling, earning what you could swear was a blush on the man’s cheeks. “Oh–uhm…” He said. “N-no romance, I’m ‘fraid. Uh…” 

You tilt your head at him. “Oh! Well, whatever you’re looking for I’m sure I have *something* on the subject.” You click your tongue as you look at the different shelves stacked high to the ceiling, a rolling ladder tucked in the far corner. “My shop has a “try before you buy” kinda policy. You can pick up a book and read it in one of the nooks near the front windows. I also have a complimentary tea, and coffee menu. The snacks are priced however, because I make ‘em fresh to order in the upstairs kitchen.” 

He seemed impressed that such a tiny shop had such a wide variety of options available in the cramped space. “You cook upstairs?” He asked curiously, tilting his head so one of his raven curls bounces over his forehead.

“Yes, I, uhm… kind of live in the flat upstairs. Easier than renting separately, y’know?” You chuckle awkwardly. “I figured offering snacks and drinks would help entice people in. If not to buy a book, but at least a muffin or crepe.” 

“So you also use your flat as a business space?”

“In a sense, I suppose I do.” You chuckled again, this time with a bit more confidence.

“Um… Forgive me if this is rude, but umm…” He shuffled on his feet, awkwardly looking to the side. “Are you American? It’s just that, with your accent and everything…”

You giggle softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind. Yes, I’m from America.” 

“Oh! That’s interesting. How does someone from America come to own a little book shop in London of all places? Er, if you’re comfortable with answering that question, too, I mean, uh…” 

You smile at him, flashing your teeth a bit. “Nah, it’s a valid question. I inherited this shop from… get this… my great aunt. Real storybook, right? Totally pun-derful. An absolute tale.”

He shakes his head, laughing a little. “That certainly does seem like the opening plotline to a story, doesn’t it? Flying across the pond to inherit a property from an estranged relative you hardly knew…”

“...trying to keep the business thriving in a rapidly obsolete medium, the protagonist is crafty, plucky, but optimistic as they try to stay afloat by themselves, to keep their relative’s memory alive?” You finish for him, your smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

His laugh is a little bit louder now. “Exactly! You could write a novel!”

“Oh, but it would be so boring!” You sigh, dramatically laying over the counter space, arms hanging over the edge. “Just sitting here, day in, day out as I sell children’s books, crappy western romances, cheap “gourmet” coffee, and some slightly burned muffins? Just looking at cat pictures on the internet as the ceiling fan squeaks in ambience?”

“Oh, well, uh, when you put it that way…”

You giggle again. “I get some pretty decent business. I get the students from uni, some bookworms who refuse to retire the medium of actual books made of actual paper…”

“Oh, I know! I don’t get how people can read on their phones! The blue light is atrocious to stare at for too long! I love the feel of paper underneath my fingertips, the smell of the ink…” He sighs almost wistfully.

“Precisely!” You say animatedly, snapping your fingers. “Phones, laptops, and tablets just aren't the same, y’know? There will always be book enthusiasts. A book doesn’t run on batteries, a book won’t shatter if you drop it, or grip too hard… All you need is a good set of eyes or readers, some good light… and you’re set.”

“Oh, exactly! That’s exactly what I tell Marc when he lectures me about owning too many books! My collection “is a hazard” he tells me. Just because I have a few stacks lying ‘round doesn’t mean they’re gonna collapse on you and kill you!” He sighs, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. He clears his throat, and says awkwardly. “Marc is, uh… He’s my… brother. We… live together?”

“Well, tell your brother that he is a heathen. That books are an absolute treasure! You don’t have to pay some dumb subscription to access all the knowledge in that one book, just pick it up and flip a page!” You scoff, waving a hand. “Books–while yes, they can take up some space–are wonderful. And you can never own too many!”

The man laughs, nodding. “Precisely. Marc just likes to complain because he’s always bumbling into them! He’s more of a TV kinda bloke, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve met my fair share of those kinds of people.” You giggle. 

“Oh, uhm.” He fumbles with his satchel bag and holds out his hand. “My name’s Steven. Steven… Steven Grant. It’s nice to meet you, Miss..?” 

You chuckle and tell him your name. 

“It’s nice to meet you Steven, Steven, Steven Grant!” You joke, earning another laugh as you shake his hand.

“Now,” You started. “What are you looking for today?” 

“Oh! Do you have any books on, uhm. Egypt? Ancient Egypt? Archaeology, mythology, things of that like…”

“Actually, I think we do. I keep those kinds of subjects close to the History section.” You step down from your stool, waving a hand for him to follow you as you lead him through the small labyrinth of bookshelves (some almost barely too small for more than one person).

You reach the shelves that contain the books and volumes on said subject. Some even leatherbound. You really should check inventory more often… You had more books on the subject than you thought. But then again, they may have also been left over from your great aunt’s stock. She loved reading on this sort of stuff. You remembered the few times she would read to you fables from some of these books. Strange, you could just barely recall one, now, actually… You shrug the twinge of childhood nostalgia off.

“Looks like I have more than I…” Your voice falls silent when you turn around and see Steven’s eyes already scanning each shelf–all the way to the ceiling–looking almost like a kid in a candy shop. You chuckle and it snaps him out of his trance.

“Uhm, oh. Yes! This is… er. Good! Great! I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck slightly. “What I mean to say is that you have a very interesting selection of books!”

“Ha… Go ham on ‘em. Just don’t mind the dust… These books don’t get looked at too often. Rolling ladder is available for the higher shelves you can’t reach. Reading nooks are up front, and just let me know if you want any refreshments or snacks, or if you want to buy anything. I’ll either be up front, upstairs, or in back… Just press the buzzer on the counter if I’m not at the register.” You say, jabbing your thumb in the vague direction you came from. “And if you get lost in my little maze here…”

You click your tongue. “I should start offering some twine, huh?”

“Because I’m Theseus on his way out of the Minotaur’s Labyrinth?” Steven grinned at you, his eyes twinkling.

“More like I don’t wanna find your mummified remains tucked in between one of these shelves, eh?” You say, grinning at your pun.

Steven shook his head, his curls bouncing as he does so. “Oh, I doubt Marc or Jake would let me stay here that long.”

You pat his shoulder and squeak by him, leaving him alone to peruse your selection.

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Steven stayed in the back for nearly an hour. And when he came back he sat down right at the front nook, ordering a blueberry-cinnamon muffin with some Earl Grey tea sweetened with honey, no sugar. You mad a joke about having some Egyptian licorice tea somewhere, to which he started on a little infomercial type rant about how the Pharaohs used to drink it all the time back during the ancient days…

After about four hours (and three more muffins) he stepped up to your counter with all of his books in hand, a happy grin on his face. For sure, you thought, if this man had a tail, it’d be wagging like mad!

“I would ask if you found everything okay, but…” You eyed the stack of books. “...It looks like you kinda did!”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, ah… I got a little absorbed so I decided to take ‘em all…”

“Well, there is no return policy, but there is a trade-in policy. You can either get store credit or physical notes. Have to keep in business somehow right?” You shrug awkwardly.

“Ha ha… Yes, I understand. How much for all of them?” Steven beams, his attention was grabbed though, a moment later to the tiny pencil cup labeled "bookmarks". He plucked one out, and it was a pressed rose; the edges of the petals painted gold and vacuum-sealed with a colorful piece of paper within. 

“Like those, huh?” You smile.

“O-oh yes… very much. It’s beautiful.” He said softly.

“Each mark is fifty-pence.” You say politely.

Steven smiled and placed the bookmark on the top of his book stack.

You ring up the books, and he happily pays for them with a wad of notes (also covering the muffins he scarfed down). 

“I have a bag you can take, if you like. Canvas. I wouldn’t feel right if you had to lug all of those home!” You chuckle.

“Oh, it’s alright!” Steven grins, hoisting the books into his arms like they’re nothing after tucking his new bookmark within the safety of one of the heavier books.

He either works out a lot, or the man has simply done this so many times with so many different books he no longer feels the weight of them.

“I live close by, my flat is just down the block.”

“Oh! So I guess I can expect to hear from you more, huh?” You smile, holding the door open for him as he awkwardly waddles out of your shop.

“I certainly hope so!” He grins at you, giving you a curt nod as he walks down the misty London sidewalk.

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Later that night, after you had closed up shop, counted your earnings and stored them in the safe; you went upstairs to unwind for the day. You make a quick dinner, eat, and then shower.

While showering, you notice a different moon on your mark is full. This morning it was the bottom right one. Now, it’s the top one. It wasn’t uncommon for your mark to go outside its usual clockwise rotation, so you shrugged it off, grabbing a towel as you step out of the stall. 

Once you laid in bed, putting on something from one of your streaming services (like, come on, who even uses cable anymore, right?), you propped your cheek in your hand; your elbow supporting you as you stared almost blankly at the screen.

You didn’t think much of anything that night. Even the socially awkward bookworm who had walked into your store today looking into the selection of books you had that rarely anyone ever touched.

Or at least you didn’t think much of anything. Until you felt like you were being run through with a red-hot poker straight into your abdomen. These weren’t menstrual or ovulatory cramps, those were in a different spot. These pains were around your stomach, just under the last few bones of your ribcage. 

This was pain caused by your mark.

Your soulmate was hurt again.

You curled on your side, gasping for air while you waited for the phantom sensation to pass. Once it did, you spread out on your blankets, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“What the hell did you get yourself into now, you reckless dummy?” You ask the dead air of your bedroom.

Chapter 2: Link

[pedroshotwifey]

To The Flame chapter eight

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x Fem!reader

Chapter w/c: 3k

Chapter tags/warnings: smutty smut, nasty dirty talk, slight angst, manipulation through isolation (hehe), piv sex, unprotected sex, stuff im forgetting

Chapter summary: Things were finally perfect; of course they never stay that way.

A/N: Hey babes! This chapter is really kind of setting things off, and I swear to you that we're going to get dark in the next few, and it's downhill from there. Just needed to get her in the perfect place first >:). This is yucky nasty, so I hope you heathens like it!!

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You wake up alone for the first time in a week this morning, already missing your husband’s heat. 

It’s your second week living in your new house, but Javi was only able to take that one last off to help you get everything settled. He let you decorate for the most part, which was wonderful because you basically just ordered him around for muscle. 

He was so sweet and helpful the entire time, not giving you a single complaint at all. You want the couch to go against the opposite wall? He’s on it. Need that picture in the dining room hung higher? As good as done. 

You think there’s only a couple boxes left to unpack in the guest room, and then you’ll be done. It’s mostly small stuff, apart from a dresser that needs to be assembled, so you should be able to do it yourself before Javi gets home tonight. 

Mentally planning your day, you stretch and yawn before pulling the covers back and sliding from the bed. You decide as you get dressed that you’ll make a batch of muffins for breakfast, that way Javi will have something quick to grab when he leaves for work in the mornings.

You make your way to the kitchen, yawning again even though the clock shows it’s past nine. You can’t lie to yourself, it’s been nice having the entire day to do whatever you want, without having to worry about getting the bills paid. It was a little hard to transition into not working, but Javi takes such good care of you that it’s hard to stress about it. 

You keep waiting for the day where you feel the urge to find a job again, but it hasn’t happened yet, and you’re not eager to rush it. You really do think you can get used to this whole ‘staying at home’ thing. Especially now that you and Javi aren’t being particularly careful about sex anymore. You need to be prepared to stay home with your kids whenever that happens. 

You’re not rushing that either, if you’re being honest, but you wouldn’t be upset if you found yourself pregnant. It makes you smile, thinking of mini Javis running around your house, playing in the pastures or on a tire swing hung from the big tree out front. Javi would make such a good father too; he’s so thoughtful and attentive. 

You sigh as you start to mix ingredients for your muffins, turning on the radio beforehand to distract yourself. The last thing you need right now is baby fever, you’ve just taken a big life step already. 

You hum along and sway your hips to the soft music as you work, occupying your mind by trying to mentally plan how you’ll be decorating the guest room. A few moments later, you slip the tray into the oven and set the timer before heading back down the hall. 

The room is mostly put together; the last of the belongings mostly small decor or whatever didn’t fit somewhere else in the house. It was unspokenly decided between you and Javi that this room would hold the junk closet. 

You open the first box and find that it contains pictures. You don’t mean to snoop too much, but you can’t help but analyze each one. They’re mostly old family portraits, though a couple of them are just of dogs, which confuses you as much as it makes you laugh. 

You realize once again how strange your situation is as you pick out Javi’s siblings and parents. How is it that you’re married to a man whose family you’ve never met? The only relative you’ve heard him talk about before is his dad. You wouldn’t want to pry though if it was a sensitive topic, so you decide on waiting for him to open up to you when he’s ready. 

You’re just finishing propping up all the photos on their shelf when you hear the timer go off from the kitchen. The muffins are perfectly done, so you pull them out to let them cool off. You glance at the clock and decide that you’ll have enough time to plant some flowers. 

Javi had made these absolutely gorgeous wooden planters for you to put outside the house, and you’ve been waiting until you had time to yourself to fill them. Javi also assisted you in picking out what flowers would go in there—orange Marigolds. They look beautiful in contrast to the white siding of the house. 

Since you’ve moved in, you’ve fallen so deeply in love with the old farm house. It’s honestly the house you always pictured as a girl when you would dream about your future. The big porch, the intricate vintage details, the rolling hills in the background. You just can’t believe that you’re here already, that Javi brought you here. 

You get misty eyed thinking about it, gratitude swelling once again in your chest. Your eyes land on the flowers laid out to be planted and you realize you’ve been smiling like an idiot. Shaking yourself out of it, you flip on the radio you brought from the kitchen and get to work. 

You savor the feeling of the sun beating down on you and the gentle breeze cooling you. It feels so nice to be outside with this weather when you’re not working your ass off on a farm. 

The rest of the day is spent exactly as you had it planned. You finish planting, wash up a bit, finish the guest room, and read a bit before you have to start dinner. It’s a relatively busy day, but it doesn’t feel like work. It’s nice, getting things done in your own house.

You have just enough time to get dinner ready and pop it into the oven before you hear the front door open. Your stomach flutters as a grin spreads across your face. You had a great day, but nothing you did could top the feeling of being in your husband’s arms. 

“Javi?” you call out as you start to walk back to the entryway, wiping your hands off on a dish towel. You wonder if he can smell what you just put in the oven—it’s his favorite. You grow a little concerned when he doesn’t answer right away. 

“Baby?” you ask again. 

Javi is silently toeing his boots off when you round the corner and walk to him. Your stomach drops along with your dish towel when you see the somber expression on his face. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you ask gently, stepping toward him and reaching your hands out. He meets you halfway and pulls you into a comforting hug. You can feel the way he deflates against you as if all of his stress suddenly disappears when he holds you. 

The combination of his raw emotion and the way he uses one hand to smooth down your hair makes tears spring to your eyes. You’re not used to him looking so distraught.

“I have some news, carino,” Javi says after a moment. His words are quiet but you can sense the urgency behind them. You loosen your grip to allow him to take a step back. He crouches down slightly in front of you so that you’re looking down at him. 

“I received my promotion today,” he says, taking your hands and watching your face scrunch in confusion. 

“But isn’t that a good thing?” you ask. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this, Javi. What’s the matter?” You don’t understand why he would be upset by such a thing. Javi nods and takes a deep breath. 

“Yes, baby, it was supposed to be a good thing. They offered me almost double what I’m making right now,” he says. By his tone of voice, you can tell that there is more to be said. 

“That’s great,” you say, though it sounds more like a question than anything. “What do you mean ‘offered’?”

“They gave me a choice,” he says after another deep breath. “I only get the promotion if I relocate.” you jerk your head back slightly. What kind of shitty deal is that? He must see your train of thought in your expression because he quickly elaborates. 

“I don’t have to accept the offer, of course, but I won’t get the promotion if I don’t. Things will just stay as they have been.” 

“Well, where do they want you to relocate?” you ask even through the sour taste in your mouth at the thought of leaving this house. You don’t like the look he gives you when you do. 

“Colombia,” he looks hard into your eyes as they widen. 

“What, like West Columbia? The city?” you ask, bewildered. “There’s no way they mean... They can’t do that, can they?” 

Javi sighs again and nods. You wish he would stop doing that. 

“Not the city, sweetheart. And yes, apparently they can,” his words are gentle but with a bitter bite as he lets go of one of your hands to cup your cheek. 

“But we just moved in,” you say, your voice sounds small as you look down at him. He gazes back at you, and you can see the desperation in his eyes. He wants this so much, and you can’t be the thing that holds him back, no matter how much it sucks for you. 

As much as you might not want to move again, you would do anything for your husband. He’s done so much for you, it’s the least you could do. You owe him so much. Still, there’s that painful twist in your chest at the thought of leaving all this behind when you just got it. 

But you know that if it were you in his position and him in yours, he would tell you to take the promotion in a heartbeat. You’re being selfish right now, you need to think about what he wants. You can’t disappoint him.

“I know, baby. I asked if I could have a few days to think about it so I could see where you would be on it. I can still tell them no.” You flinch slightly at the impatience ebbing into his tone. It’s hard to pick out, but it’s there. It makes your cheeks heat and you feel for a second like a child being scolded. You don’t want him to be upset with you. 

“No!” you say a bit too quickly. “Sorry, I just-” you struggle to find the words. “I want this for you, Javi, and I’m here to support you in whatever you choose. I know how badly you want this, and if you decide to relocate, then that’s what I want, too.”

He smiles up at you, and you can’t help but to smile back. It’s true, you’ll do anything for him. 

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes unable to hide the glint of hope that shines in them. 

“Yes, of course I’m sure. I’ll start packing tonight if you want,” you giggle and lean down to slot your lips with his. 

He wraps his arms around you as he stands up, picking you up with him. Your legs instinctually cross at the ankles behind him. 

“Thank you, baby,” he says once he positions you so that your back is against the wall. “Knew you would understand. You’re too good to me.”

You perk up even more as he praises you. All the annoyance has left his tone and you allow yourself to take a breath of relief. There’s a clear admiration in the way he looks at you right now, his eyes softening as he slowly dips back down to kiss you.

He thrusts his hips forward, stimulating your clit with the bulge in his jeans. You moan into his mouth as you grind down, seeking more friction. Your lips feel swollen when Javi releases them to suck at your neck. 

“Oh, Javi, more, please,” you beg, making him chuckle lowly. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Gonna make you feel good,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. 

He wastes no time on unbuttoning your pants and letting you down to slide them down your legs along with your panties. It only takes a second before you’re right back where you started, only this time without anything between your cunt and his cock but his own pants. 

“Gonna get you ready for me, pretty girl,” Javi says breathily as he brings his thumb up to circle at your clit. You keen as he immediately begins to rub in hard and fast motions. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he takes his thumb away for only a second so he can gather spit in his mouth and lean over you to dribble it right over your sensitive bud. You gasp as the saliva begins to cool from the air of the hall. 

Suddenly, his thumb is back, continuing its assault. 

“God, feels s-so good,” you moan as Javi starts to nip and suck at your neck again, no doubt leaving a gathering of hickies behind. You can feel your toes beginning to curl and heat rise to your upper body. It’s not going to take long before you’re coming for the first time tonight. 

“Fuckin’ soaked already, baby. Gonna make it so I’ll slide right in. My perfect fuckin’ girl. Always so good, so ready for me.”

Javi’s rambling sets you off, you don’t even have a chance to warn him before your body begins to tremble. You’re pretty sure you shout his name between moans, but it could have been anything. 

“There you go,” Javi praises. “Such a good girl, so pretty when you come for me.” 

You hear the rattle of his belt buckle as he shifts your weight to his other hand and one of his thighs. You look down as he tugs on himself, his red tip poking out from his fist as he moves his hips to line his cock up with your soaked cunt. 

He grips your chin and kisses you fiercely as he pushes in, shoving his tongue into your mouth at the same time. Your sharp whine is smothered by his tongue licking into you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head from feeling so full. 

He thrusts up heavily, effortlessly knocking the breath out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. Your back jots up the wall despite Javi’s best efforts in bringing you down to him. He lets one hand trail up to cradle the back of your head so that it doesn’t hit the wall with the force that he’s shoving up into you with. 

“You’re so tight for me sweetheart, taking my cock so good,” he pulls away just enough to breathe out the words. 

You clench around him, still not used to the filth that spews from his mouth when he gets his dick wet. 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ love that don’t you.” 

You nod as much as you can while focusing on the way his tip is punching into your cervix. You can feel another orgasm approaching, and you start to tense and keen from the intensity of it. Your legs start to shake around him and Javi increases the grip he has on your hip. 

“There you go, take it just like that baby girl,” he grits. 

You let your head rest on his shoulder, weakly mouthing his neck, salty and slick with sweat. Your arms tighten around him in an attempt to hold on, but you can feel your mind numbing from the euphoric feeling building up in your abdomen and spreading through the rest of your body. 

“Give it to me, I can feel it baby,” Javi groans, picking up his pace. The increase makes the slaps coming from where your bodies have fused together echo through the hall, your wetness splattering on your thighs with each smack. 

There’s a sharp tap to your clit with each thrust, and you’re coming around his cock with a scream before you realize you’d been that close in the first place. You feel your body melt as your husband nips at your jaw in an attempt of holding his composure. 

“Oh that’s so fucking good sweetheart, come all over my cock just like that. Messy fucking pussy,” Javi continues to talk you through it, bringing the hand from your head back to your clit as you moan wildly. 

“Who makes this cunt feel good, huh?” 

“Y-you do, Javi, you do,” you cry as you come back down from your high. 

“Yeah? Who’s cock? Who’s cock do you fucking cry on?” 

“Ah—Yours, Javi!”

“Goddamn it—such a g-good girl…” 

You nod into his neck, your brows furrowing as he keeps pushing up into you. He slams one hand onto the wall beside your head to hold himself up for balance as he pummels into you to bring himself closer to the edge. Javi grunts and groans into your ear like a mad man, rapidly chasing after his pleasure. 

You barely register an overstimulated tear run down your ruddy cheek at the feeling of his cock continuing to spread you open and nail that spot deep inside of you. A pleasured sob escapes your closed mouth as he keeps manipulating your limp body. 

“Gonna come in this pussy, fill you up so f-fucking full,” he claims right before his pace begins to falter. His hips jerk and he comes with a muffled grunt, his fingers gripping you hard enough to leave bruises for later. 

He lifts your head and takes your mouth again, moaning into your swollen lips as he stills inside of you. It’s a complete mess, all tongues and teeth clashing together out of pure hunger. When he pulls his head back, you’re both panting and staring into each other’s eyes with heavy lids, both of you thoroughly exhausted. Enough so that you don’t recognize the burning smell floating down the hall until now. 

Javi’s eyes narrow as yours widen, your mouth falling as well. He glances down at where you're still connected to make sure you’re not hurt. 

“What’s the matter?” 

You bite your bottom lip, waiting for him to smell what should have been dinner. He gets it after a moment, his eyes softening and a—dare you say giggle—tumbles from his full lips. 

“Yeah,” you confirm his silent suspicions, smiling despite the inconvenience. “You might need to go grab us some dinner.” 

****

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Oooh~ how about a Rune factory 4 & 5 ask for Scarlett ,Dolace and Clorica with an S/O that's the opposite of them personality wise. They're just hyperactive, bubbly and a bit mischievous

(Rune Factory 4/5) Scarlett, Dolce, and Clorica with a hyper S/O

I just started replaying RF4/5 so I'm very much at risk of vanishing again, but I will try my best not to. (Project Zomboid and painting my space marines is doing a good job of that anyway)

Scarlett's duty as a ranger of SEED is to make sure the peace is maintained in Rigbarth.

Which her lover does a very good job of disrupting, much to her annoyance.

Whether it's indulging Cecil and his tendencies to investigate "mysteries", going along with Ludmilla's plans, or whatever the hell Ares and Alice was up to, S/O was at the scene of the crime.

Her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose as she sighs in frustration.

Meanwhile, S/O just laughs and bats their eyes innocently.

(S/O) "Hello, Scarlett!~"

(Scarlett) "Do not use that tone of voice with me. What are you doing?"

(S/O) "If I tell you, will you not get mad?"

Scarlett crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.

(Scarlett) "That depends on your answer."

Though truthfully, Scarlett is grateful that S/O is with her at all, despite their difference in personality.

She's aware of her tendency to be a bit square and rigid, yet S/O loved her all the same.

Their overbearing love teaches her to loosen up, at least in some capacity.

Because sometimes, it was a bit too much.

(Scarlett) "S/O, I refuse to let you redecorate your room!"

(S/O) "Aw, but it'll be really cute!"

(Scarlett) "My face plastered all over your walls is not cute!"

(S/O) "...Palmo thought it was a good idea-"

(Scarlett) "CEASE AND DESIST!"

Dolce's face remains unchanged as both S/O and Pico engage in tomfoolery around Selphia.

Especially the fights where they fight for her "eternal love".

(Pico) "NO! Milady is MINE!"

(S/O) "Dolce would choose me, right sweetie?!"

(Dolce) "Call me that again, and I'll choose to do violence to both of you."

She dares not utter a word of how much she enjoys watching S/O brighten her day, lest she never get to live it down.

Pico and S/O would tease her about it until the end of time.

And since Pico was already a ghost, she actually could do that.

Rarely, Dolce cracks a smile as they both get reprimanded by Nancy.

(Nancy) "S/O, Pico? What have we talked about regarding fighting during breakfast?"

Nancy's menacing smile is enough to get both of them to sit up straight almost bend 90 degrees to apologize.

Making Dolce giggle softly.

(Dolce) "So that's what it takes to make you two be quiet? Maybe I should ask for Nancy to come with us at all times."

(S/O) "N-Not that I'd mind but...!"

(Jones) "Now now, Dolce. Us old timers shouldn't be interfering with your love life."

Dolce's eyes widened a little at Jones' teasing, making Pico and S/O laugh now, with even Nancy joining in.

Dolce glares at the two of them.

(Dolce) "I will kill you two."

Every dramatic and affectionate gesture makes Dolce blush madly, as she tries her best to keep her poker face intact.

All the while, Pico is either hissing, or encouraging S/O.

Clorica is unused to the sheer energy S/O brings to her. And here she thought Amber was a lot sometimes.

But it wasn't unwelcome at all. Having someone so bouncy was helpful in keeping her awake.

...Most of the time.

Whenever she performed her duties around the castle, she always had S/O to talk with, usually about something amusing happening around Selphia or just nothing in particular.

(S/O) "Cloricaaaaa!"

Clorica spun around and caught S/O, who leapt into her arms dramatically.

She almost fell over, but managed to stand her ground, letting out a soft giggle.

(Clorica) "Hello, S/O. I just got done with my duties for now. Would you like to get lunch?"

(S/O) "Heck yeah! I'm starving, let's get going already!"

Clorica is almost dragged along, making her smile even bigger.

Despite how enthusiastic they were, they always made sure to never force Clorica to do anything.

And even S/O understood that sometimes, she just needed the nap.

(Clorica) zzzz.....

(S/O) "Wow! It never fails to amaze me that she can sleep while cleaning!"

(Vishnal) "I aspire to reach that level of efficiency!

(S/O) "Maybe I can ask her to teach us that!"

(Lest) "I...don't think anyone can be at Clorica's level when it comes to that..."

(Frey) "Not even us."

(S/O) "It's a worth a shot! I'm already halfway there, she taught me how to fall asleep on command! Watch-"

THUD!

(Clorica) "...Huh?"

Clorica's eyes slowly blinked open before her head fell down, and went back asleep.

[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 4)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Under Age Drinking, and Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: Everyone in her life is finally back on the island and she finally has her date with Wilson. But what happens when things don’t go to plan and she starts questioning her feelings. 

A/N: This was way longer than I though it was going to end up being because it was honestly supposed to just be a filler chapter but I honeslty just couldn’t stop myself. 

Masterlist

Y/N and Wilson had been texting for a week before he finally asked her on a date for tomorrow night. She isn’t sure what he has planned, but he said the dress code is formal so maybe they are going to a fancy dinner. Not exactly her favourite idea, she could live with it though. Lacey returned back to the Outer Banks yesterday, so Y/N is going over to her house to cook brunch together. Even though Y/N and Mason picked Lacey up from the airport, the girls need some quality time together. Well, Lacey would do most of the cooking while Y/N snacks under the guise of quality testing and making smoothies for them. 

“I’m here,” Y/N sings as she waves the bag of smoothie mix she brought. Knocking is no longer in her vocabulary in regard to her best friend. “I missed you so much, Bitch! The men in Paris may be hot. But they got nothing on being with you,” Lacey screams as she blindsides Y/N with a hug. Y/N laughs and wraps her arms around the other girl, “I missed you too. But I literally saw you yesterday, babe.” “Yeah, but we spent so long a part for my month-long summer internship,” Lacey complains, “Let’s get cooking. Mama is hungry.”

Y/N moves toward the blender to begin mixing the smoothie blend. “So a little birdie told me that you and Rafe are actually starting to get along with each other,” Lacey teases her friend. 

“Yeah… He’s been acting like a totally different person lately. The teasing is mostly just verbal and he can actually be helpful.”

“Awwww, Y/N/N. It sounds like you have a crush on him. Should I start planning a wedding?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Plus, I met someone last weekend.” 

“Ohh, tell me about him.” 

“Well, he’s sweet, funny, likes to read, he really likes doc-”

Lacey interrupts her, “I don’t want those details. Show me a picture.” Y/N giggles and pulls up a picture on her phone to show her friend. Lacey also notices how similar Rafe and Wilson are but bites her tongue.

 “He’s totally cute, but he looks like he has a stick up his ass.” 

“LACE! He does not! Although, he doesn’t use contractions and goes to sleep at like 11 P.M., but I promise he is funny.”

 “Okay, but how is the sex?” 

"We haven’t gone on a date yet. We have our first date planned for tomorrow night.” 

Before the conversation could continue, the oven timer goes off and Lacey goes to take out the chocolate chip scones from the oven. “So what are the plans for tomorrow? Do you need help getting ready?” Y/N nods her head, “Yeah, could you help me curl my hair, please? He said to wear something fancy so I was thinking of wearing that black dress that I wore to my cousin’s wedding last year. You know the long one with a spaghetti strap kind of style.” “Ooh, you’d look so cute in that. I can definitely curl your hair. Maybe, I can braid it back like a little crown on your head,” Lacey gushes as she stirs the omelet in the pan. Y/N smiles at the girl and starts playing some music on her phone. 

Brunch is finished quickly and the girls settle in the breakfast nook to eat. “So let’s get back to the topic of Rafe Cameron because we both know you haven’t told me everything, bitch,” Lacey bugs with a shove of Y/N’s shoulder with hers. The slight blush on Y/N’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by Lacey. “There isn’t much to say. I mean…” Y/N stops not wanting to admit what she felt last week after having lunch with Rafe, Mason, and Wilson. “Girl, you better continue or else I’m gonna make you cook for us next time,” Lacey warns as she knows where her friend is going. “Fine, last week, after I had lunch with the boys and Wilson, I thought maybe… Maybe Rafe and I were going to kiss.” Lacey beams with excitement at this revelation. “No way! What happened?” “Kie and I jumped into the pool to sink the guys and… when it was just Rafe and me, he teased me about always getting him wet. He took my hand and we got closer, but I got a text from Wilson before it went any further,” Y/N wouldn’t admit it but even she could hear the slight disappointment in her voice. 

“You totally should’ve let him kiss you!”

“No, it was a mistake for us to even have gotten that close. He may be sweet today, but it doesn’t mean I can just forget about him being a jackass. Plus, he is Mace’s best friend. It would be awkward.”

“That’s true, but I’ve always thought there was something between you and Rafe. And I think if you guys really like each other, Mace will accept that and be happy for you.” 

“Maybe. Let’s not talk about this anymore. I have a date with someone else tomorrow anyways.”

———

“So how many parties did you throw and drag your sister to, Mason?” Cassie questions while she sits in her newly claimed passenger seat. Mason groans, “I was only able to convince her to let me throw one and even that was cut short. Not that it was your fault Y/N/N.” Mr. And Mrs. Y/L/N didn’t mind their children throwing parties as long as the police didn’t show up, everyone had a designated driver and nothing was broken. They’d rather be realistic about their children’s activities and ensure they do it safely. 

“Why? What happened?” Marvin looks up at his twins through the back mirror. “Owen was being an asshole when I went out to the gazebo. Rafe and Mace found me before anything serious could happen. Although I did punch him for insulting them, so I might need your help untangling that web.” Marvin shakes his head with a light chuckle, “Like that knucklehead’s lawyers can beat the Y/L/Ns. I swear that idiot’s parents were just as bad as he was when I was in high school.” “How was Bali?” Mason asks. “Amazing. You guys would love the beaches, we’ll have to go back with you guys sometime,” Cassie gushes to her children. “That’s a great idea, my love. Just, kids, remind me to put sunscreen on. I fell asleep on the first day when your mom was at pilates, I woke up three hours later as red as a lobster,” Marvin chimes in. This causes the whole car to laugh. 

———

Y/N is getting ready for her date with Wilson. She does her makeup while Lacey lightly curls her hair and braids the front pieces back to create a crown. “Has he given you any hints about where you are going?” Lacey inquires, returning to sit in the bed after finishing Y/N’s hair. Y/N pauses with her makeup sponge in hand and turns towards her, “Nope. If it’s just dinner, it should be fine.” 

“It’s basic though. You hate those types of dates. You need more excitement.” 

“Yeah, but at least it’s not like dumpster diving.” 

“I mean he could still do that. Maybe he just wanted it to be fancy.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine?”

Both girls fall into hysterics at the notion, which catches the attention of a certain boy passing by the open door. Rafe pauses as he walks past the door and upon hearing the laughter, stops. He wants to go inside to investigate the reason behind it. He quickly starts to walk again toward Mason’s room, “Where are Y/N and Lace going?” “Oh, they aren’t going anywhere. Lace is just helping Y/N/N get ready for a date with Wilson. Can you believe she actually wants to go out with him?” Mason states without so much as looking away from the video game he is playing. “A date? Really?!” “Yeah. Now, dude, hop in before I get creamed by these guys.” Rafe does as he is told but he could not stop thinking about what Mason said. Y/N has been on dates before, but something about Wilson screams bad news for Rafe. All of Y/N’s other dates were obviously not serious about her. They just liked the novelty of dating a Y/L/N and were not into dating men. Wilson seemed too serious at lunch to want to date around like the other boys Y/N has dated. 

“I have to go, my dad wants to go to the country club for dinner. Bye, love you.” Rafe hears Lacey say from down the hall. The sound of her footsteps and the front door opening prompts him to say, “I actually forgot to get some snacks while I was downstairs. I’m going to go get some now.” “Okay, dude.”

Rafe makes his way to Y/N’s room and leans up against her door frame to watch as she looks at herself in the mirror. “Well, don’t you look like a disaster, Y/L/N,” Rafe teases. “Haha, very funny. But seriously. Does this dress look okay?” Y/N asks timidly. Rafe wanted to say that it doesn’t just so that she would take more time looking for something else to wear and miss the date, but the look of uncertainty on her face makes him forgo that tactic. He also wanted to be honest with her; the truth is the dress she wore wouldn’t be the dress he’d want to see her in if he took her on the date. “While you looked amazing in that dress at your cousin’s wedding, I think this dress would be much better,” he answers as he walks towards her clothes and takes out her long black dress with a column skirt and halter top. He had seen her wear it last year to her dad’s 45th birthday bash. Rafe remembers having some inappropriate thoughts about the dress for a family event. Y/N nods at the suggestion and goes to try the new dress on in the bathroom. 

She comes out with a smile on her face and does a little twirl for him, “Rafe, this is perfect. Thank you!” She gives him a hug, which he returns. He was correct; she looks like an absolute vision and it kills him that he isn’t the one taking her on the date. That he was honest with her and now Wilson will get to see her in Rafe’s favourite dress for a date. Although, Rafe wouldn’t take her anywhere fancy on their first date. He knows it would make her nervous if he did, so he would take her to the bookstore first and buy any book she so much as glances at. Then he’d bring her over to his house to bake some cookies for their dessert after dinner, which would be a picnic on the beach at sunset. He would make sure to bring a sweater and an extra blanket for when the night breeze sent goosebumps up her arm. He has to shake himself out of his daydream before he stares too long, “No problem. Have fun on your date. Be safe and I’ll probably see you when you get back because I’m too lazy to go back home.” Rafe makes a quick exit back towards her brother’s room. 

Y/N notices the upset look on his face and assumes it is because of the thought of his father being home, the most likely reason why he is sleeping at her house again for the fifth night in a row. At this point, he might as well just move into their guest bedroom. Everyone in the Outer Banks knew that Ward Cameron had a favourite child and her name was Sarah Cameron. This caused Rafe to constantly try to get Ward’s approval so he could feel the same paternal love his middle sibling got, but no matter what he did it still led to arguments between the father-son duo. It didn’t matter that Rafe had continuously dominated the breaststroke events in swimming, he still wasn’t good enough in the eyes of Ward Cameron. She would be wrong though; the reason why he is upset this time is the fact that she is going on a date.  Before she knew it, a knock was at the door and she heard her father answer the door.

She walks towards the landing overlooking the front entrance. “Hello, I am Wilson Porter and I will be taking Y/N out on this fine evening. I hope you are in accordance with this idea, Mister …,” Wilson greets while holding out his hand for her father to shake. She realizes she still hasn’t told Wilson her last name yet. Her father takes Wilson’s hands and shakes it, “Hey, it’s Mr. Y/L/N. And I am fine with you taking her on a date as long as you have her home by one.” Y/N hopes Wilson doesn’t make the connection to her mom. Y/L/N is a common last name. “Of course, Mr. Y/L/N. punctuality is my specialty. Ah, there is the woman of the hour. She looks radiant.” Y/N is surprised she doesn’t blush at Wilson’s compliment; she could’ve sworn she was on fire when Rafe was raving about how she looked, “Thanks, Wilson. Are you ready to go?” “I absolutely am. Right, this way,” Wilson leads Y/N towards his car and goes to the driver's side. She thought he would open the door for her, but when he doesn’t, she quickly scrambles to get in so it isn’t awkward. 

———

The car ride was filled with pleasant conversation. Wilson mostly talked about Cassie’s books, which doesn’t surprise Y/N considering she knows he wants to become a writer as well and some of her mother’s earlier works are his favourite books. They arrive at La Fleur Bleue, an expensive French restaurant. She isn’t thrilled to be here considering the portion sizes are so small. They enter the restaurant and are led to their table. They look at the menu, when Wilson speaks up, “Do you think I could order for us? I think I have you figured out and can pick you something you love.” “Sure, I’m not too sure what I want to get anyways.” “Great,” Wilson waves the waiter over to order, “Hello, we are both going to have the quiche loraine with a bottle of champagne, please.” The waiter nods, takes their menu and goes off to put their order into the kitchen. “How did you get them to not check our id?” Y/N is astounded at the strings he could pull or hopes she isn’t dating someone who is 21 without her knowing. “My dad is a silent partner here, so they generally look the other way as long as the restaurant isn’t busy,” Wilson explains. 

At least, she knows he isn’t dating her for her money. While waiting for the food to come out, Wilson starts up the conversation again, “So have you had the chance to read The Wisp of Forever? Is it not a literary masterpiece? I mean hardly say this but Conan Austin’s work could rival Cassie’s”

“No, I haven’t had the chance yet because my tbr is so long. But also, it doesn’t really seem to be my type of book.”

“You should stop filling your time with Book’s Instagram and Young Adult Fiction. It’s all nonsense you will grow out of and look back on with disgust. The books I read help fill you with knowledge and enlightenment. They are also realistic.”

“Well, I like YA and Bookstagram. I actually enjoy the books I read from there. Also, it’s nice to read about people going through similar issues as me,” she says as nicely as she can. She is used to this response from most adults in the Outer Banks community, so she has the response memorized. Before Wilson could retort, the waiter comes back with their food and champagne on a tray. The first thing she notices is how tiny her quiche is. It definitely will not be enough food for her, but she doesn’t want to complain about it because of how expensive the food is. Even though her parents have generational wealth, Cassie and Marvin raised their children to be cautious of pricing and that just because they have the money now, doesn’t mean that it can’t disappear with one bad decision. She’ll just make grilled cheese when she gets home. As she eats, she notices she is shivering. The AC is on so high right now. With nothing to cover herself with, she tries to continue eating. 

Dinner went and passed with pleasant conversations about themselves. “Would you guys like to look at the dessert menu?” The waiter offers after clearing their plates. Y/N is about to speak up, but Wilson beats her to it, “No, we actually have somewhere else to be, so just the check, please.” The waiter returns with a check and places it on the table between the pair. Wilson pushes the bill close to Y/N. She isn’t one to expect the man to pay for the first date every single time, but she thinks that whoever asks the person out and chooses what to do should pay for the date. Or at least split the bill. She doesn’t want to make a scene, so she pays the bill without a word. Maybe, he just wants to reverse the unfair expectations of men always paying, which she could get on board with. Wilson gets up in a hurry and makes his way toward the entrance, leaving Y/N to run after him. He opens the door for himself and walks through. This causes the door to shut in her face. Y/N awkwardly opens the door for herself and gets into Wilson’s car. 

“So where are we going to now?” Y/N asks to break the silence. “We are going to a showing of Hamlet at Kildare Theatre. I hear it is an amazing performance.” Y/N is a little disappointed at the notion. She has nothing against Shakespeare and actually enjoys reading his comedies, but she finds watching the actually plays boring and can’t remember the last time she could stay awake through one of them. “Oh, cool. Sounds fun.” They arrive at the theatre house and settle down into their seats. As she watches the play, she has to gently pinch herself every time she nods off to keep herself awake. By the time the play finishes, Wilson takes her home and she gives him a peck goodbye before going inside. 

———

She enters her home and looks at the grandfather clock in the front entrance to see it is 12 A.M. At this realization, she notices how her stomach grumbles. She goes to change into Rafe’s Led Zepplin shirt and comfy shorts. She puts her hair up into a messy bun then makes her way downstairs to make a grilled cheese. “Did you have fun on your date, Y/L/N?” she hears from behind her while she is turned toward the counter wall. She jumps out of surprise, “God, Rafe. We need to tie a bell around your neck. And to answer your question. Yes, I did have fun.” She lied because although he planned a pretty boring date, she didn’t mind Wilson’s company. Rafe is wearing his light gray zip-up swim sweater on top of his salmon t-shirt with basketball shorts. His hair is all messy, he probably just woke up. She wishes she could just reach up and run her fingers through his hair. “I smell lies. If you had a good time, then why are you here making a grilled cheese in the dead of the night?” Rafe points out. “Even if the portion sizes are small, I can still have fun on a date, Rafe,” She argues. “Whatever you say, Y/L/N,” Rafe comes over and takes the pan out of her hand, “Come on, let’s go to McDonald’s instead.” 

He takes her hand and gently guides her to where he keeps his keys at the front entrance so he can pick them up. Once he has his keys, she opens the front door for them to head to his car. He jogs ahead and opens the passenger door for her. She whispers her thanks and takes the hand he offers her to help her get up into the high jeep. Wilson didn’t open the car door for her. 

Most of the car ride was spent making fun of Mason and singing along to Rafe’s playlist. She notices most of the songs are her favourites. When they get to McDonald’s, Rafe is quick to help her out of the car and open the entrance door for her. She has to admit it is nice to not have a door slam in her face. They pick a seat near the back close to the window and Y/N tries to get up to go with Rafe to order, but he stops her, “I’ve got this, Y/L/N. Just stay here.” Y/N listens to what he says and watches as he orders the food. She’ll have to remember to pay him back on the way home. A few minutes later, he returns with the food, “Ten piece chicken nuggets with fries and Sprite for you. And a BigMac with fries and a coke for me. I’ll get our ice cream after we finish,” he recites as he places her food in front of her. 

“Thanks, this is honestly exactly what I need.”

“No problem. Couldn't have you go hungry. So where did you guys go?”

“He took me to La Fleur Bleue, then we watched Hamlet at Kildare Theatre.”

Rafe chuckles at the look of slight disappointment he saw in her eyes, “I swear that place has the smallest portion sizes. It’s where Rose likes to eat when she wants to diet. However, you must’ve loved the play. You always looked so cozy taking those naps whenever we go to one for school.”

“Oh, it was so fun. I think I still have an imprint on my arm from every time I pinched my skin to wake myself up,” Y/N jokes back, showing him her arm to further the joke. The belly laugh that Rafe lets out causes heat to reach Y/N’s cheeks. She likes making him laugh like that. “I’m going to go get the ice cream now.” Rafe gets up and walks back to the counter to order. Y/N once again notices a chill overcome her tonight and sees how her arms are covered in goosebumps. She should’ve grabbed a sweater before she left. 

Rafe makes his way back to Y/N, noticing the bumps on her arms. Either she always forgets to bring sweaters with her or she is stubborn enough to not wear one to not disturb her aesthetic. He places the ice cream on the table; quick to remove his sweater for her. He hands over the sweater to her without saying anything. How come Rafe noticed she was cold and Wilson didn’t? She takes it and shrugs it on, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Rafe watches as Y/N happily takes a bite out of the Oreo flurry he bought her, “Why don’t you eat any other flavours other than Oreo? Even when we get Dairy Queen, it is always an Oreo blizzard.” She is shocked he pays enough attention to her to notice it, “Oreos remind me of the one time when we were little that you, Mason and I would get along. Our moms would always bring us Oreos after soccer practice. It was the one time we could share without trying to kill each other. I loved the cookie part and you loved the filling, so I would always let you eat the filling from my Oreo and vice versa.” 

Rafe is a tad saddened by the mention of his mother; however, the fact that one of her favourite ice cream flavours is in relation to a memory of him makes him glad. “I didn’t know you remembered that. I have to confess though, after like the second time of us doing that I was sick of eating just the cream filling. The only reason why I kept eating the filling is because you were always so sad about wasting the filling if you didn’t eat it,” he confesses. “No way! Rafe, you didn’t have to do that.” “It’s okay. It made me sick, but my mom would cuddle me after to make me feel better so it was a bonus.” At the mention of his mother again, a comfortable silence washes over the pair. If she was with Wilson, she’d probably feel the need to fill the silence in a way that would prove her intelligence. They finish eating and head back to the car. 

“How should I pay you back? Do you want me to e-transfer you or I could get you the cash when we get back home?” She offers, pulling out her phone in preparation to make the transfer. “What? You don’t need to pay me back, Y/L/N. I asked you to come out with me, so I pay.” It looks like Y/N and Rafe are on the same page about who should pay when going out. Y/N begins to protest; however, Rafe speaks up again before she could, “I’m serious, Y/L/N. I won’t accept anything you try to give me, so don’t even try.” Y/N nods and looks out the window of the car. She turns up the car radio, beginning to sing along to the music. Rafe glances over at her and starts to sing with her. Much like their drive to McDonald’s, it is filled with laughter and music. Y/N can’t help but wonder why she can’t feel this way when she is with Wilson. She is dating Wilson and is supposed to hate Rafe, but why are they making it so hard to feel the right way about each one of them? 

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog    

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Imagine | ProHero!Bakugou x Villain!Reader #2

a/n: I felt like writing some insight to what i meant when i say you and bakugou working together is somehow worse than you two going against each other. Because, yes, its that bad haha.

she/her reader

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Imagine being tangled in wires and each other like cats in yarn, with you strapped to katsu's leg, trying to wiggle yourself free like a dying fish while reading the manual upside down for katsu who is frantically defusing a bomb with only his left hand because his right is stuck to your face.

"Why do we always end up like this?"

"20 years of friendship and i still have no fucking clue."

"Red wire or white?"

"Re- WAIT. WAIT. NO. WHITE."

"FUCK YOU. ARE TRYING TO GET US KILLED."

"BITCH YOU TRY READING FROM THIS ANGLE. NOW FLIP THE PAGE."

*sigh of god's most tortured soul*

"Y/n. I only have one hand free."

"Well good for you. I have none. Now. Flip- OW. OW KATSU MY HAIR. MY HAIRRR"

"STOP FUCKING SQUIRMING. I CAN'T REACH THE DAMN THING FROM HERE."

*3 minutes left on timer*

*incoherent screeching*

☆

Its usually why you rarely have anyone else on comms- because no one can stand you guys' stupid 😭.

"Red, are you hearing this psychopath??"

"Shitty hair, if you take her side I'm going to blast your ass into next thursday-"

"Don't threaten him into admitting you were right! You KNOW you're fucking NOT."

"YES, I FUCKING AM-"

"OH YEAH? LETS PUT IT OUT THERE THEN. SEE WHAT THE PUBLIC THINKS OF THE NUMBER ONE HERO DRINKING HIS COFFEE WITH HOT SAUCE-"

"ITS AN ACQUIRED TASTE-"

"ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING IS WHAT IT IS. RED TELL HIM-"

"..."

*red has left the call*

*pinky has come online*

"...HI GUYS PINKY HERE. Red had to um-"

"Pinky please tell this psycho that hot sauce in coffee is fUCKING-"

"Ohhhh its you two...... Yea, nope :D." *call disconnected*

"HAH."

"THAT WAS NOT A *YES* YOU FUCKING-"

But weirdly no one is ever too worried about you two fucking up on missions. You're both the best in the field. Feral, reckless and a little insane? Sure. But you get the job done.

A cross between lawful evil and chaotic evil.

"Can we just kill him?"

"No."

"...can i just kill him?"

"No."

"You've read the file! I'll be doing the world a favour by offing trash like him."

"This world has laws that you are binded to. And the law said fucking no."

"...please?"

"..."

"How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in this conditions?"

*big sigh*

"Fine. Mess him up. No killing. Death's too good for him."

":D!! I feel like I should be worried about the number one hero's morals but FUCK YEAH! VIOLENCE! >:D"

☆

You're also not against smacking the stupid out of your bestfriend, especially when he gets a little too reckless on the job. Injured or not. It never works but it makes you feel better at least.

"Please stop getting shot. It stresses me out."

"Oh well if you don't fucking like it- PUT THOSE HANDS AWAY I'M INJURED YOU HEARTLESS WENCH-"

☆

Its not just him tho. You're BOTH stupid. It goes both ways. ✨️ b a l a n c e ✨️

"Why are you like this."

"Idk, man. I think its the anxiety."

"The anx- BITCH YOU JUST JUMPED OUT A 12 STOREY BUILDING."

"DON'T YELL AT ME I LITERALLY JUST TOLD YOU I HAVE ANXIETY"

"'I haVe aNxiETy' she says, yeeting herself out the window because the elevator is 'sUS'."

"Small spaces makes me twitchy-"

"AND JUMPING OUT A FUCKING BUILDING DOESN'T??"

"( ; ω ; )"

"Fuck you."

"I deserve that."

"THE FUCK YOU DO-"

☆

I feel like as much as it seems like a bad idea for both parties involved, neither you can help that your work life bleeds into your regular life as well. And you both surprisingly manage it well around each other.

"Have you heard about that new hero??"

"You talking about that air brained newbie?"

"Oh my god, so he WAS dumb! I literally thought you guys were using him as bait!"

"We weren't. He's just fucking stupid."

"I almost felt bad knocking him out :("

"Nah, you're fine. In fact, you should've hit him harder. Maybe give him a concussion or hell a scar as a souvenir. Make sure the lesson fucking sticks."

"You are worryingly condoning of violence for the number one hero, Katsu."

"Bitch, have you met me?"

☆

Another thing that i thing could go awfully wrong is literally planning out your work plans together but you two are just??? So trusting of the other to never double cross you.

"Wait, what? Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Because thats the nearest and fastest exit to the train station. I can cut down on 10 whole minutes and i need that time to catch the train."

"But its the riskiest, you fucking dumbass. Look, you have four other exits WHY would you pick the one you KNOW the heroes would target?"

"Because MATHS SAID-"

"You know what just let me do it-"

"Katsu no-"

☆

You give each gray hairs but you both of you were ready to risk your neck for the other.

"Having you as my bestfriend is like having an emotionally unstable daughter that never listens."

"...but?"

"There's no buts. You give me migraines."

":("

Yeah. You love each other.

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a/n: hehe

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The Three Of Us (Alex Morgan x reader)

A/N: It has been 6 months since i last posted an Alex Morgan fic. I hope you enjoy!

“Let’s have a baby” Alex peppers kisses starting from your ear lobe before working her way down. 

By now she knew the moment you were the most open, relaxed and honest was during sex. 

Upon hearing those words you felt like you were stuck in a time loop. What is it they say is the definition of insanity ‘doing the same thing over again and expecting different results’ well that is what this is. Alex sees a family on your morning walk and within ten minutes you are getting questioned on your future or when she saw how one of the opposition’s players celebrated their game by playing with their child on the pitch “that could be us” she said.

“Really? You want to have this conversation now” you push her off you, what this was leading to is now the last thing on your mind.

“I don’t understand you. You are amazing with children and they love you. Why don’t you want one of you own? Why don’t you want one with me?” 

You breathe a sigh of frustration. Alex knew exactly what she was doing by asking you this but what angers you more is that she already knew the answer. 

“Alex, we have talked about this” you bury your head in your hands on the side of the bed “I do want children just not yet. I want to live my life for me. I want to travel the world and make memories with you. We have our careers, I play in Portland and you are in Orlando. I have things I want to achieve. It would be wrong for me to bring a child into this world when I cannot make it my number 1 priority”

“Y/N it’s easy for you to say that, you are younger than me. My body is on a timer and I’m running out of time.” Alex begins to explain. 

“What are you saying?” You ask. 

“It is clear we are at different points in our lives. We want different things”

“I want you Alex why isn’t this enough?” You stand and begin pacing the room. 

“I’m sorry Y/N” Alex makes her way to the door “these past 6 years have been the happiest of my life and I can never thank you enough for that but I’m ready for the next chapter in my life and it’s clear you are not” 

You spent the rest of your off season travelling just like how you and Alex planned only now it was a solo trip. You used the time alone to think about what you wanted in life. For many years the first thing that came to mind was Alex now that wasn’t an option so you chose to focus on your career. 

Before the season started you had national camp and the SheBelieves to win. When you stand in reception your eyes scan the room for one person in particular but you cannot see her. It was the first time in a very long time that you wouldn’t be sharing with Alex but you welcomed the change. 

After being assigned rooms, the team go their separate ways to unpack. As luck had it you were sharing with Christen. 

“Have you seen Alex?” You ask whilst in the bathroom. 

At first you don’t think Christen has heard you so you go back into the bedroom and repeat your question. 

“Ermm” Christen hesitates “she is injured” 

“Is she ok?” You try not to sound overly concerned but deep down you were worried. 

“I think so” 

When you get to the meeting room you take a seat near Kelley and you try to call Alex but she doesn’t pick up, you try again, still no answer. You don’t think anything of it at first then you see Kelley’s phone go off and Alex’s photo appears on her screen.

“Can you give us a moment Y/N?” Kelley says asking for privacy. 

“What?” You reply. 

“I need to speak to Alex” Kelley adds. 

This only adds to your frustration. It hurt to see the two of them clearly not want you to be apart of their conversation. You wished that the break up wouldn’t affect the team but clearly Alex got Kelley in the separation. 

“Then take the call elsewhere. This is a room for the players who are attending camp and the meeting is about to start” you keep your gaze forward. You let your voice tell them how mad you are because if they saw your face they would see how hurt you are. 

The players around you watch the interaction between the two of you and knowing what they do, they cannot help but feel bad for you and worry about what is to come. 

*****************

A week later and things aren’t getting easier. No matter how hard you tried to brush it off you could feel a block between you and the rest of the team. Most of them were avoiding you one on one whilst Pinoe wouldn’t leave you alone, she was trying too hard. 

You decide one night to do an extra training session. As you stand there with a football at your feet it’s as if your problems no longer exist. This is what football did for you. It gave you an escape. 

You run drills, take freekicks and penalties until the sun sets. When you feel fatigue setting in you know that it is time to call it a day. 

You check the make shift food hall, it’s empty and so are the tv rooms. The team must have gone out for something to eat. You couldn’t be mad that they hadn’t invited you, after all you told Christen that you wouldn’t back till later.  

When you get to your the room you are about to swipe your key card when you see the door is open and you hear voices inside.  

“She has a right to know” 

“It’s creating a divide in the team and Alex isn’t even here”

“Everyone in this room is lying to her and I won’t do it anymore” 

You knew something was going on but hearing that they have been lying to you about something, this you didn’t expect. 

“We can’t tell her. Alex asked us not to. She wants to be the one to do it” 

“Alex wants to tell me what?” You say from the doorway. 

The rate in which their head turns in your direction, some could have got whiplash. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Kelley asks. 

Answering a question with a question. Classic form of avoidance but you weren’t letting her off that easy. 

“Alex wants to tell me what?” You repeat yourself but the words are sharper as you walk closer to the defender. 

“We can’t” Kelley mumbles.

“Then we are done. All of us. You want to keep a secret from me, I can’t stop you but I can limit the amount of time I see you. Now all of you, get out of my room. Now” 

You point to the door and they all leave, one by one. 

“Do you know what they are talking about?” You ask Christen. 

The look on her face gives you the answer you need but you want to hear her say it. 

“She asked us not to tell you” this was the forward’s defence. 

“Then the only reason why you are still in this room is because you were assigned it. If it was up to me then you would have left with the others”

Christen stands there as her words fail her. What was she suppose to say? What could she do to reassure you that she hated keeping this from you. 

**************

Days pass and you don’t speak unless spoken to and even then is it minimal.

“Y/N” Tobin approaches you in the gym. 

“Go away Tobs” you say as you continue to run on the treadmill. 

“You know you can’t actually run away from your problems” she tries to make a joke but your face remains stale. 

You stop the treadmill and walk towards her. 

“I’m not running away from the problem because I don’t know what it is. None of you will tell me” 

“We can’t” Tobin says “Alex wants to be the one tell you” 

“Alex isn’t here. She won’t take my calls. She seems happy enough to tell all of you about this thing but she won’t tell me, the woman who has spent the past 5 years loving her”

Once you’re out of earshot Tobin makes a phone call. 

“Yes, you were right, she was in the gym” 

“No, she has just left so she’ll be on her way to you” 

“Just be careful with her Alex”

You make your way to your room, passing players as you do so. None of them say anything but you can feel their eyes burning holes into your head as you pass by them. When they think you aren’t listening you hear them whispering. It gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. 

When you get to your room you hear Christen talking to someone. 

“Just be honest with her” your room mate days. 

“I don’t know if I can”

Alex

“I hate to say it but you don’t have a choice. You either tell her now or let her find out on her own which by the looks of things won’t take her long” 

You know you shouldn’t eavesdrop but they are in your room. Are you really doing anything wrong?

“She’ll never forgive me. When I tell her I’m pregnant there’s no hope for us” 

“What did you just say?” You make your presence known. 

“Y/N” the look on Alex’s face when she sees you is priceless. 

Christen doesn’t say anything. Instead she gives you the room. 

“Let me explain” 

“You’re pregnant?” You know you heard her correctly but seeing her from a closer view, her swollen stomach confirms what you heard. 

What confuses you is the size of her stomach. You are a football player, not a doctor but it is big. 

Alex sees you thinking and she knows the conclusion you are about to come to. 

“Wait, how far a long are you?” You ask. 

Alex mumbles something but you don’t hear her so you ask her to repeat herself. 

“Y/N” once again she says only your name. The way she says it sounds like she is asking for forgiveness before she even apologises. 

“Answer the question Alex” you stand your ground. 

When Alex takes a couple of steps towards you, you take a few steps back. 

“Stay there please” you ask. 

You know that if Alex gets close enough to you she will reach for you hand and you will unravel under her touch. 

“Please answer my question Alex. How far along are you?” 

 “4 months” 

One number. One word. It breaks you heart more than when Alex broke up with you. 

“No. You can’t be” you take more steps back as a way of putting as much distance between you and Alex as possible. “That means”

“Y/N let me explain”

“No. If you are 4 months along it means you were pregnant before we broke up. You were pregnant when I told you I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I really meant nothing to you?”

“Y/N you—“

“I never wanted you to be in a position to choose between me and wanting to to be a mother. I guess now you don’t have to” 

“Y/N that’s not what I wanted” 

“You’ll make great mother Alex” 

You leave the room and go straight to Tobin’s room because you know that is where Christen will be. 

As your knuckles bang on the door you feel you nose tingle and tears brim your eyes. Your chest tightens and the enormity of what just happened hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry” Christen says. 

You all but collapse in her arms as she opens the door. 

Without letting you go Christen leads you to the bed. You immediately cuddle into her side as you let your tears fall. 

“Go see Alex” Christen mouths to Tobin. 

When the two of you are alone Christen asks you what happened. 

“She’s pregnant but you already know don’t you? That is what everyone has been hiding from me?”

Christen knows that her answer won’t make this any better so she stays quiet whilst slowly stroking your hair. 

“She is 4 months pregnant. She did it when we were together. She never cared about me” 

“Y/N that’s not true, Alex loves you with her whole heart.” Christen says confidently. 

If there was one thing anyone who ever saw you and Alex together knew, it was that the love you have for each other is unconditional. 

“She doesn’t but that’s ok, she doesn’t need to anymore. She has her family and she will be an amazing mom I know it”

Christen was in awe of how you spoke. You are the most selfless person she has ever met. Even now when you heart has been broken again, you would let Alex go if it meant she got to be happy. 

“Are you really going to let her go?” Christen asks you. 

“She’s already gone Chris” you admired defeat “she had already left when she was stood in front of me asking if I wanted children. She asked me this whilst knowing she was already pregnant” 

“And you’re not ready for this? Are you sure or are you scared?”

“Chris, in a few months time she will have a baby. The thought of been a mother in 3 years time scares me”

“So it is because you’re scared not because you don’t want a baby” Chris continues to push you on the topic. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it. Can we just lay here?” You ask. 

“Of course. Do you want to hear about how Tobin broke Channing’s arm?” 

Christen tells you the story but she isn’t even half way through when she feels your breathing even out. When she looks down your eyes are closed confirming her suspicions that you had fallen asleep. 

***************

When you wake up the next morning, you find yourself alone in the hotel room. You see a note of the bedside table. 

You looked so peaceful and I thought you could use the sleep. I have gone for breakfast, come down when you’re ready. 

P.S breakfast ends at 10am. 

You take a quick glance at the clock, 9:30. You mange to get a shower and ready for the day in ten minutes. You are about to leave the room when you are reminded of last nights events. When you look in the mirror you know you don’t look great. Despite the extra time in bed, your eyes are still red and puffy. 

When you get to the food hall you see a spare seat next the Christen and you know it isn’t a coincidence. As you take a seat Christen hands you a cup of coffee. 

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you. It is clear that they know you know. As you look around you make eye contact with every player on the team and they look at you the same way, with pity. 

You push your chair out then stand on it. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” You ask. 

What you are just now realising is that Alex isn’t only sitting at your table but she sitting directly opposite you. She sends you a weak smile but you can only shake you head. 

“The past couple of days you have been keeping something from me and it hurt. It hurt to see my friends, some of you my best friends, choose to keep me in the dark about this but I don’t care anymore. Alex asked you not to say anything and you respected her wishes. Now I ask you to do the same thing for me, I wish to move on and not talk about this topic any more. Can you do that?” You ask. 

You receive a mixture of responses but they are all in agreement. 

“Are you ok?” Christen asks as you retake your place at the table 

“No. I’m far from it” you reply was honest because you didn’t have the energy in you to lie. 

As you finish your sentence you see Alex watching you. The worry on her face is evident but you refuse to have sympathy for her considering that she is to blame for your current state of mind. 

The longer you look at her the further away she feels but you keep eye contact. The intensity of the stare gains the attention of those around you and they can do nothing but watch the two of you hoping that nothing too extreme happens. You watch as Alex’s hand goes to her stomach and a small smile tugs at her lips, seeing this brings you to tears but you can’t look away. You feel a single tear on your cheek, you let it fall and soon feel another one follows in suit. You flinch when you feel Christen’s hand on your thigh.

“Y/N lets—“

she gets cut off when a member of the media team approaches you.

“Y/N Vlatko has said to come and get you. You have media duties this morning” 

You mentally scold yourself, forgetting about the media that has been scheduled.

“She can’t do it, look at her” Alex says as she comes to your defence.

“I’m not yours to worry about anymore Alex” 

You stand and are about to leave when Christen grabs your hand.

“She’s right Y/N I don’t think it is best for you to go in front the media right now” Christen joins Alex’s cause.

“I’ll be fine Chris. It’s not like they are going to ask me how I feel about my ex showing up to camp pregnant after we broke up or maybe they might, did you tell anyone else before you told me or more accurately before i was told?” 

You turn to Alex with a wicked look in your eye.

********************

A couple of months later, Portland are playing Orlando and for the first time since before the break up you find yourself back in the sunshine state.

“How does it feel been back here?” Lynsey asks you.

“Like i’m suppose to be sneaking out to spend the night at her house” you reply as you look out at the city view from the hotel room.

You go quiet and Lynsey knows that even though you are looking at the city, you are deep in your head. Since that camp you have been closed off, not in a ignorant way, you have still be spending time with the team but you’re not the Y/N they once knew. 

“She’ll be at the game. Are you ready to see her?” 

“I have come to realisation that I will have to see her, I will have to play with her and i’m ok with that”

“No you’re not”

“No I’m not but it sounded very mature didn’t it?”

The next day you beat Orlando 5-1, a result that came as a surprise to no one. You and some of of the Portland girls decide to stay another night and go to Disneyland on your day off the next day.

The other girls, along with Ash and Ali, decide to go out for a meal but you tell them you are too sore. It was a lie, you knew it and they knew it but they let you off regardless.

You walk the streets of Orlando and a highlight reel of your’s and Alex’s relationship plays on a loop in your head. You are so caught up in the past that you almost don’t hear your phone go off.

Looking down you expected it to be Sonnet who told you she would tell you the dessert list in case you wanted one bringing back.

“Sonny, let me guess they have red velvet cheesecake and you want to know if I want one slice or two?” 

The line is quiet but you can hear someone breathing heavily.

“Y/N” it was Alex.

You freeze upon hearing her voice.

“Y/N something is wrong with the baby” 

Her words instil a level of fear you have never experienced before.

“I need you Y/N” 

In that moment you couldn’t care less about the past or the hurt that Alex has caused you. All you cared about was her and the baby.

You take in your surroundings, you weren’t far from Alex’s house so decide to run there instead of waiting for a taxi knowing that it would be quicker.

“Alex” you don’t bother knocking as you enter the house you once called a home “Alex i’m here, where are you?” you call out.

You do a quick sweep of the downstairs before running upstairs.

“Alex!” you call her again.

“B-b-bedroom” She only just manages to reply.

Once in the master bedroom you see Alex on her side hugging her stomach, the size of it catches you off guard, it really has popped since you last saw her.

“You came” Alex says in disbelief.

“I promised you I would always be there if need me and I never plan on breaking it” you sit on the edge of the bed “Tell me where it hurts?” 

As soon as you ask the question you realise how stupid you must sound. You know where it hurts and you have no idea what to do.

“Y/N” Alex says and even though she is in pain she still manages to give you a look which says what do you think.

“Right, stomach, baby” you take a deep breathe as you try to pull yourself together. “Let’s get you to the hospital, i’ll drive”

Again this earns you the look.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m trying my hardest here”

You carry Alex bridal style to car and drive to the hospital but not before sending a text to your national team mates asking them to meet you there.

Once through the doors, the doctors take Alex and ask you to wait in the waiting room. It’s not long after that the girls arrive. They ask you what happened but you don’t have the answer.

“You’re telling us its a coincidence that this happens the night you are in town. The night you tell us that you don’t want to come out with us” Ash says.

Her accusation is clear and while you know you did nothing purpose you can’t help but think you could have had something to do with it. Alex never turned up at the soccer game, was it because she didn’t want to see you? Was she stressed about having to face you? Was Ash right, was this your fault?

When the doctor comes out she asks for the family of Alex Morgan and everyone but you stand.

You can over hear the doctor tell them that both Mother and baby are doing well, after that you zone out, you had heard all you needed to but when you see ash turn to you with a scowl of her face and shake of her head you know that it must have been your fault.

“She’s allowed visitors, are you coming?” Tobin asks you.

“No, I can’t” 

Tobin sits with you for a few minutes until she knows you are a little calmer.

“Where’s Y/N?” Alex asks when Tobin enters the hospital.

“She isn’t coming in” the forward replies.

“I thought for a moment she still cared. When I looked at her it was like my Y/N was looking back but I guess not” Alex doesn’t try to hide the hurt in voice and even if she did, her face would give it away.

She watches as her friends all look at each other, it’s as if they are having conversation between each other without talking.

Alex has enough when she sees Sonnet whispering something in Lynsey’s ear and the forward shakes her head.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Alex says.

The sound of the heart rate monitors rapidly increases as Alex begins to worry.

“Alex you need to calm down. It’s not good for you or the baby” Ali says.

Alex closes her eyes as she focuses on her breathing knowing that her friend is right.

“Ash made Y/N think that this is all her fault. That she caused, well whatever happened to you, to happen” Sonnet spits out.

Although Alex wasn’t sure what caused this, she knew it wasn’t you. She knew that if not for you then it could have been a lot worse. She looks at the goalkeeper who funnily enough cannot bring herself to look at her friend.

“Get out” Alex tells her “Now”

Ash is about to argue but Alex cuts her off.

“I would like all of you to leave. I need to rest and I thinks it’s better if I do that alone” 

The girls do as they are told, knowing that arguing with a pregnant woman never ends well.

Hours pass and Alex’s thoughts are all about you. She knew that once Ash planted the seed of fault that you would believe her and that as time passed you would only feel more guilty.

She presses the button on the remote which calls for a nurse.

“Yes Miss Morgan” 

“Is there a woman out there. Tall, rather muscly”

“Looks like a soccer player?” The nurse playfully asks and Alex nods.

“I take it you’re talking about Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Alex nods again.

“She is out there. She hasn’t moved since she brought you in but I think she is trying to drink our coffee machine dry” the nurse jokes.

That sounds like the Y/N Alex knows.

“Will you please ask her to come in? I know she doesn’t want to but I really need to see her” 

“She does want to come in Miss Morgan. Before your friends got here I watched her walk towards that door and go back to her seat so many times I lost count” 

The nurse leaves the room and Alex waits in anticipation. Her eyes dart to the door whenever she hears foot steps close by. 

“I don’t like her” you say as you lean against the threshold. 

“I heard that” the woman shouts from the nurse’s station. 

“I don’t care” 

Alex only laughs at your childish response. 

“What did she say?” Alex says hoping to avoid the elephant in the room. 

“Nothing that wasn’t true”  you admit as you sit in the seat beside Alex. 

“You never did like the truth” 

“I like it better than lies” you pause and instantly regret what you’ve said “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to cause any more damage” 

You rest your elbows on your knees as you bury you head in your hands. The sound of the machine Alex is hooked up to only makes your guilt worse. 

“It wasn’t your fault Y/N and Ash had no right to tell you otherwise. According to the doctors I wasn’t resting enough and this was the baby’s way of telling me to slow down”

As she mentions the baby your eyes wander to her swollen stomach. 

“Please forgive me Y/N” Alex begs. 

“Alex I forgave you the morning after I found out. I could never stay mad at you for wanting a family. It’s something that I couldn’t give you, not yet anyway” 

“I hate the way things ended between us” your ex girlfriend admits. 

“Did you expect anything else? Did you think that once I found out you were pregnant that I would change my mind?” You weren’t angry anymore but you were still hurting and felt like you deserved answers. 

“Yes” Alex replies honestly “I’ve seen you with kids Y/N, I have no doubt in my mind that you will be an amazing mom but you’re scared, you’re scared that you will turn out like your own mother” 

Alex was right. Your mother had you when she was young and when she wasn’t ready. She blamed you for not being able to live her life and it caused a rift in your relationship until the day she died. 

“I’m petrified Alex. You mean the world to me and I can’t have you resenting me when I fail our child”

“Y/N” Alex whispers, her voice low as she is overcome with emotion “you called her our child” 

“I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve even dreamt about it a few times but seeing you tonight on the bed in so much pain, I was so scared Alex and I could do nothing to help you” as you think back to a few hours ago your fear returns. 

“You did everything you could have. You calmed me down even though I know you were freaking out on the inside. You got me to the hospital and despite our break up and what I did, you stayed out there and you didn’t leave me” 

When Alex sees one of your hands resting on the side of the bed she grabs it. Touch was your love language and in that moment she knew you needed the connection. 

You feel Alex’s hand in yours and you feel yourself relax more than you have in months. 

“You called the baby a her?” You say letting Alex know that you picked up on the pronoun she used “you said you wanted a surprise”

“Well this pregnancy hasn’t exactly gone the way I hoped” Alex jokes “and before you say it, I know that is my fault” 

There is so much you want to say but you don’t know how to say it. 

“Tell me what you thinking” Alex asks as if it is that simple. 

Your thoughts are too loud to comprehend. 

“You can leave if you want. You drove me here and you stayed with me but I’m fine, the doctors said I can go home tomorrow so you can leave”

“No, no. I don’t want that” you had never been so sure of anything in your life. 

“Tell me what want you Y/N” 

“I want to kiss you. I’m missed been able to kiss you” you look down at Alex’s lips. 

“I won’t stop you” 

You stand up and sit on the edge of the bed. You cup Alex’s cheek. When you lean forward you stop millimetres away from her face. 

She really is the most beautiful woman you have ever met. 

With your lips on hers, you both move in sync. The kiss isn’t wildly passionate but it is full of love. 

“I want you and I want her”

Your hand hovers over her stomach. The hesitation you feel is due to a mixture of nervousness and fear. 

“You can touch it” Alex grabs your hand and places it on her belly with hers intertwined on top of it. 

It feels surreal and you think about what this moment means not only for you but for yours and Alex’s relationship. 

Your face lights up when you feel the baby kick against your hand. A smile that rivals that of the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland spreads from ear from ear. 

“She likes your voice” 

Surely this couldn’t be true. The only time you have talked to Alex since been pregnant is when you found out and it wasn’t exactly a positive conversation. 

“I have been playing her some of our videos and the ones the team has posted. I have really missed you and it turns out your voice doesn’t only soothe me” 

“I’ve missed you too, more than you know. I haven’t been the same without you Alex” 

Alex moves further aside so you can lie on the bed. You pull Alex into you side with one arm whilst the other one gently rubs her bump. 

“There is a human in there” the more you think about the concept, the more you are amazed that Alex has another human being growing inside of her. 

“It freaks me out” she admits. 

The two of you lay there peacefully. The comfortable silence is welcomed as you enjoy being in each other’s company again. 

“I can do this. I am ready” you are speaking to Alex but you are also reassuring yourself. 

“We can do this. It’s me and you, we are a team” Alex corrects you. 

“No Alex. It’s me, you and our daughter” you kiss her temple 

[another-lost-mc]

in honor of the nightbringer beach event caption.. karasu beach hcs? I'm slowly becoming a karasu stan 🫣

A/N: Welcome to the Karasu Fan Club! 💙 This is such a fun idea. I used the boys' beach holiday in the anime as inspiration for this.

AT THE BEACH with KARASU

0.5k words | SFW (suggestive in a separate section) | gn!Reader

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— The beach isn't his preferred vacation or day trip spot, but if you want to go, he'll make arrangements to take you to Diavolo's private beach. It's the most authentic Devildom beach experience he can offer you without taking you to the human world.

— He's not sure if humans need to wear sunscreen in the sunlight that shines over that beach, but he's not going to take a chance. He's bringing plenty of sunscreen (importing it through Akuzon if he has to) and setting a timer on his D.D.D. to remind him (to remind you) to reapply it. He'll offer to help you apply it too—he doesn't like the greasy texture, but he likes having an excuse to give you back rubs and shoulder massages. <3

— The beach is one of the places he'll dress more casually and show more skin than his usual work attire: swim trunks and a sleeveless shirt, a linen button up, and flip-flops. He bought a pair of sunglasses and a wide-brim hat for the occasion too. It might take a while for him to be comfortable in the bright sunlight, he's just not used to it. (He rarely ventures outside the Devildom.)

— He doesn't normally like sweets, but he does enjoy tropical fruits that tend to be less sweet and more tart.

— He's not a great swimmer and he's hesitant about venturing into deeper water. He's also wary about the Devildom aquatic life that lives below the waves, so he might be a bit on edge until he's sure it's safe for you.

— Speaking of Devildom sea life...do you like fish? He does, and he'll skim the water's surface and catch something fresh to cook up if you're hungry. He won't pass up an opportunity to show off how useful his wings and talons can be. (If not, he'll set up a picnic with the sandwiches he packed in the ice box.)

— He's not interested in surfing at all, but boating or sailing is something he'd like to try.

— He has a good sense of weather detection. If he senses a storm coming, he'll make you're out of the water and somewhere safe and dry well before it hits.

— Sandcastles! He thinks they're fun and relaxing (even though he gets irritated by the sand getting in his hair and sticking to his hands). He's slow and methodical and precise because he's determined to impress you. If it collapses, he'll grumble under his breath about how terrible sand is, but pepper his pouty face with kisses and he'll cheer up in no time.

— He's going to take lots of pictures and photos of you on the beach, in the water, basically whenever you do something cute or if you look particularly fetching in your beach outfit (which tbh is going to be throughout most of the day). He's going to post the best couple's selfie on his Devilgram, and he'll enjoy reading all the comments about how lucky he is, because it's true. <3

NSFW/Suggestive Below

— Beach or ocean sex probably won't happen. Sand gets everywhere and he doesn't like it.

— Sex on a boat? Well, there's an idea. It certainly makes going out onto the water more appealing...

— He's going to get very handsy with you once he suggests you both take a shower after your long day on the beach. The shower in the beach house is huge, so why not share? Once the lingering bits of sand and sunscreen have been washed away, he's more than happy to find other ways to get dirty with you.

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In Hindsight 🎼 bonus chapter: "well-planned funeral"

notes. this is supposed to be a crackfic drabble 🙏 don't worry guys no heavy angst yet

"You what?" Kunikuzushi nearly spits out his perfectly made Earl Grey tea when he hears your plans for the day. The noise of the cafe the both of you were staying at drowned out by your conversation.

"You heard me." You quip, as if the very thing you had just suggested a few moments ago was the most normal day-to-day activity for an emotionally-aware, living-breathing human being.

"You're fucking insane." He replies.

"What's insane about picking out coffins for my funeral?"

Kunikuzushi gives you a deadpan look, "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

You shrug, "I am."

"How lucky I am to be your boyfriend." Kuni goes back to his laptop. "Indeed you are!" You respond smartly, squishing the soft plush of his cheeks from across the table.

"Stop that."

"You love me too much to stop me, my love." You grin, doing one last squish before retracting your hand.

Kunikuzushi flushes a few shades pinker before speaking again, "What're you thinking?"

You lean back slightly in your chair, crossing your legs, "Traditional white. What would you think of using my casket as a message board, wouldn't that be cute?" You muse.

Kunikuzushi still isn't used to the idea of you actually dying so soon, he would still stiffen up at the idea of ever seeing your body in a coffin and you are quick to notice that.

"Listen. If you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have—"

He quickly countere, narrowing his eyes at you. "Y/N, baby. It's okay, it's what you want—"

"But you don't want to talk about it."

"I never said that."

It's your turn to send him a knowing look, raising an eyebrow at his nonchalance.

"Fine. I guess I'm a bit weirded out how you're choosing your own stuff for your own funeral." He concedes, huffing a sigh. "Don't you think that's morbid?"

"I'm not having cakey embalming makeup when I'm dead. If I'm going, I'm going the right way."

"You're so weird." He chuckles, a look of adoration glinting in his eyes. A contrast to his snarky remark towards your afterlife preferences. "Hey, that's why you love me, right?" You giggle.

"Whatever."

A few beats of silence pass the both of you by before he opens his mouth and closes again. Deciding against it, he opens his lips again. "I love you."

You smile softly, a quiet laugh leaving your lips. "I love you too."

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

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The Shape of You Pt. 8

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Reader is dealing with depression and anxiety, mentions of Michael’s murders, angst

Word Count: 6.1k

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

Taglist: @msghostface @izumima @cavern-creature @101killer @scooby-the-soviet-soldier​

(A/N:) Thank you everyone for your patience! I can’t believe I’ve almost been working a year on this series! And at 55,000 words already I feel like I’ve really accomplished something! I know we’re nearing the end and I know how I want to end it, it’s getting the part I’m most excited for that’s slowing me down as I’m trying to think of things to keep it interesting and get to where I’m going! So please be patient with me and hopefully I can get the next chapter out a lot sooner as I want to try to finish this around Halloween. But I do have other Halloween things I’m wanting to write too! But I will try my best! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

It took about three days for you to recover enough to get up and go back to your normal life. Michael had been at your side every moment he could, taking care of you and making sure you had all that you needed. He even called in to your work for you, you knew you were going to get bombarded at work with questions about the man that called in for you. With your fever gone and the strength coming back slowly, you started to do more chores around the house with a lot of Michael’s help of course. You no longer wanted to dwell on depressive things or let it bring you down anymore. Michael had convinced you that you did in fact deserve to heal and for the first time you believed him. You were tired of not being happy and tired of feeling useless.

 With Michael at your side you felt like you could conquer this time of life you found yourself in. The physical touch was still a little hard as Michael did start touching more like he used to. He did it in a way that you could see it was him. At first you would stiffen slightly but instead of shutting your eyes and trying to bear it, like you used to, you kept your eyes focused on him. Reminding yourself over and over it was him and not Ian. Slowly but surely everything was returning to normal and you were proud of yourself. Michael seemed to be doing better to when he saw the progress you were making. Of course relapses came and went at times, but you both dealt with them facing the problem instead of running away. 

You begin to tell Michael how you felt and he did the same. It would take time and willpower to finally unravel all that Ian had done to you. So to counteract any doubts or moments you both started to do things together that normal couples would do. Michael would be by your side through laundry, cleaning, and cooking. Whatever you were doing he was right there with you. If you were putting a load of laundry in the washer he would be folding the ones that were in the dryer. If you were cleaning the living room he was right there helping. But the favorite for you both was cooking together. Always handy with the knife Michael would cut up all the vegetables while you prepared other ingredients or stirred whatever meal was cooking in a pot or pan on the stove. You always hummed while you worked as the radio played in the background, Michael found that endearing and soothing and more times than not Michael would hum along right beside you.

 His stifled personality continued to grow daily as you both worked through things that had hurt you in life. Whenever you placed the food in the oven to bake and the radio was playing the right song you wound up dragging Michael in the middle of the kitchen floor for an impromptu dance session. Before too long the large man was tapping his foot and twirling you around with a big grin on his face. You laughed and carried on until the timer on the counter began to ring. You only abandoned the dance to remove your meal from the oven. Setting the hot pan on the stove you turned only to see a pouting Michael. Every day that passed brought more and more of Michael’s personality forward. What had been stifled for so long was beginning to bloom and you were so glad that you were the one who was getting to witness the transformation and that you were a big part of it.

After eating you both sprawled out on the couch with the TV on only as background noise. Michael was stroking your hair while he focused on the show that was quickly becoming lost to you. You lost yourself in his touch, letting Michael be the only one that you could focus on. He mindlessly trailed a scarred finger down your cheek, before his thumb brushed against your plush bottom lip. You sucked in a breath as the gentle touch sent a jolt through you. Still unaware of the effect he was having on you. His blank expression was fascinating but hard to concentrate on as he started stroking your jaw line. Tired of him not realizing what he was doing to you, you grasped his wrist bringing his hand back to your face. Michael stiffened when you brought the pad of his thumb to your lips and kissed it. His one eye quickly darted from the TV screen as you winked up at him and nibbled at the skin. You treated each digit the same making sure one did not lack the attention it deserved. He sucked in a breath and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

 The heat in your eyes had him seeing stars before he finally forgot the TV he had been watching moments ago. Wordlessly he stood, almost knocking you from the cushions before he scooped you up. You laughed in delight the warmth of his skin under his thin sleeping shirt seeped through to your very bones. You held on tightly as he quickly maneuvered you both but knocking things from the side tables in the living room due to his haste. He glanced downward before booting them away with his foot so he wouldn’t trip and drop you. He raced you both to your room where you lavished each other in kisses and heated touches, until you both fell asleep holding each other close in the soft bed.

Michael’s quiet snores woke you up before your alarm clock did. His hot chest pressed up against your back, acted like a natural heater and you found yourself sinking deeper into his warmth. The thought of leaving his warmth and the comfort of bed had you hesitating to get up. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand but he quieted immediately, falling back into a deep slumber. The more you had to leave him to go to work the harder it became every time. Taking in the moment you gave yourself a little longer before trying to remove yourself from Michael’s tight grip. You didn’t want the alarm clock waking him up, though it would take a miracle for him to stay asleep when you left the bed. He had a knack for knowing when you were gone and he would come searching for you every time. It was endearing but annoying when you wanted to let him sleep in. So gently and carefully you removed yourself and shut off the alarm clock.

 Michael mumbled again and rolled over causing you to stand still. He nuzzled deeper into the pillow and fell back to sleep. You sighed in relief, smiling at the chance to see him at his most vulnerable. These were the moments you loved the most as you were the only one who ever got to see them. It was important to you to see that he could be this comfortable and to be himself. Despite his problems and misgivings a person needed the chance to grow and to realize that they are loved no matter what. With as much grace as you could muster, you kissed his forehead before tiptoeing away, leaving him to rest while you got started getting ready to leave once again for work. You were dreading the moment that you walked through those office doors but bills must be paid and you could expect Michael to be at the door as soon as you arrived back home. You grinned as you started water running into the tub. Getting up earlier had it’s merits as you had time to take a nice hot bath to soak your weary muscles and wake your body up for the day. After being sick you could use the comfort hot water could bring.

 You splurged a little and added a little bit of the expensive bubble bath soap you had bought on a splurge trip awhile ago at the local cosmetic shop. The smell filling the bathroom as the tub continued to fill. Pinning up your hair you slipped into the hot water, letting all the tension melt and float away on the pearly bubbles. You hummed gently, trying to be quiet so Michael could keep sleeping. He had lost sleep when you had gotten sick as he took care of you 24/7 until you were back on your feet. Your eyes closed and ears plugged with water, you jolted at the sudden touch to your brow. Michael smiled before touching your wet cheek. You set up bubbles slithering down your chest.

“Morning,” you said as he eased himself down to the cold tile floor. He put one hand in the water searching out for yours in the murky water.

“Good morning,” was his reply as he found the object of his desire. He gripped your hand tightly before bringing it up to his mouth where he left soft kisses across the wet skin.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” you hummed.

“Can’t sleep without you.”

Your heart began to pound with the look that he gave you as it pierced straight through your body. How he could have such power over you was mind boggling but you liked to think you had the same power over him as well. The intensity of his chocolate brown eye had you shivering despite the warm water. While you wanted him to sleep, you couldn’t help but be glad that he was awake sitting close to you while you prepared to leave for the work day. It was these moments that you were most grateful for. The normalcy these moments brought, along with the desire to keep having these moments remained strong. You lost track of time until your second alarm went off telling you that your time to finish getting ready was getting dangerously close. With one last peck to his nose you pulled the plug to the tub. Wrapping yourself in a warm towel you shooed Michael from the bathroom so you could focus on getting ready.

With your touch and smell still lingering in his system Michael reluctantly left you alone. The loneliness that came with your absence almost strangled him every day as he would count down every second until you walked back through that door to him. He knew this was a part of your life that you couldn’t change and a large part of him wished that he could have that sense of normalcy that you had. He knew where that had been taken from his life and it was his own fault. He could admit that much and he was just thankful that someone out there had realized that all he wanted was some form of understanding. While you were quickly realizing that it wasn’t completely Michael’s fault as he had just been a child when he did the horrible deed he had done, he still did it. Guilt squeezed his chest as he heard you singing in the bathroom, finishing your normal work routine. The urge to protect you from the horrible things that he had done and what the cruel world could achieve in taking from you, only grew stronger in these moments of thought. He clenched his fists, teeth grinding he marched to the kitchen. If he couldn’t go out to help earn a living like you, the least he could do was make your home life a little easier. That’s why he was so interested in everything you do.

 He didn’t get to grow up in a household where the parents love you unconditionally, didn’t teach him the basics of life. For the majority of his life; his food was prepared for him, his room was barely fit for a human being, and the regular decent things people got to experience was stolen from him. All because of one decision and one night so long ago. His world turned upside down. But you stepped in, teaching him what he wanted and bringing the part that he never got to have in. So he vowed to never have such things taken from you as he made you a quick breakfast and packed your lunch. When you came down the stairs, refreshed and dressed for work he watched you carefully. Taking in all the little details that made you, you. He couldn’t help but feel that these little moments, these days were dwindling down. He couldn’t hide forever and he couldn’t ask you to work yourself to death for both of you. Michael loved you too much to be that much of a burden to you.

 As a man he wanted to provide, to help you in life. Not hide out until the end of his days. One thing that did remain in Michael was his ability to hide his emotions. He didn’t want you worrying about him. You did that enough without knowing the turmoil that raged inside him. As he held out your lunch bag and breakfast, you smiled happy that you had someone that truly cared about you. Besides your parents, Michael had really taken an interest in making sure you had everything you needed, that your mornings didn’t have any unnecessary steps for you to do. He knew everything you liked and disliked, he even knew how you liked your coffee. You kissed his cheek promising to be back as soon as your day was over. He grabbed you before you could turn away, embracing you warmly before kissing you deeply. He wished to just hold you there and keep you forever, to keep you safe from the cruelness that seemed to trail you. But eventually you squirmed away, thinking he was just playing with you. You gave him one last goodbye and he waved slowly from the kitchen doorway. When the front door shut Michael’s shoulders sagged. It was going to be another long day with his thoughts.

You thought you had mentally prepared yourself for walking through those doors to the office, until the bombardment began as soon as you walked in. Your head began to spin as everyone slammed you with questions and before you could answer even one of them, someone else was asking a different question. You felt like you were on a roller coaster that was out of control and with no emergency brake. Your saving grace was Julie as she pushed her way through the crowd, she glared at your co-workers as she grabbed your arm and parted the people out of your way. She rushed you both into your office where she slammed the door closed. You panted from the exertion, both physically and mentally. While you knew Julie more than just wanted answers, she knew to give you time. That you would eventually open up, but not everyone was as considerate as she was. While everyone had your best interests in mind, due to what you had gone through, sometimes they forgot that in the pursuit of their own wants. Julie gave you a few moments to catch your breath before she spoke.

“If you need me let me know,” she said firmly. “But don’t think this gives you a pass on telling me why your secret boyfriend sounds so dang hot and you’re hiding him from us.”

“I have my reasons,” you coughed in your hand, trying and failing to hide your grin.

“Sure,” she scoffed opening the door and pointing her finger at you before leaving. Today was going to be interesting if not anything else. Sitting before the paperwork that had waited on you, you pressed your forehead into the wood. Interesting and long was what you decided, cause you were already ready to go home. Michael seemed so far away while you were here but you sucked in a deep breath and got to work.

Michael had stood there for awhile, just staring at the door that you had walked through. The loneliness crushed him every time you left, but it was becoming worse now  after that taste of freedom he had had. It was for your sake, but now the outside world intoxicated him in a way that he had never felt before. Being locked away for so long had stripped him of anything normal, he didn’t know how regular people acted. Now he wanted more, even though he knew he shouldn’t. You would be heart broken if he was taken away, just because he couldn’t ignore the siren call of the outside. Michael pulled his gaze away from the door, he had to occupy himself before he heeded the call and opened that door and stepped outside.

 It was hard to occupy himself every day as he wanted to spend the majority of the time with you. While the outside had became a siren towards him, you were his very being. Now that he had you he couldn’t get enough of the taste. There was so much he wanted to do with you, more than you both already done. You had turned into his everything and he didn’t know if you realized it. Even if you had never returned his affection, it was enough just to be here with you. Your happiness had become his very goal in life and while he wanted to stray outside more than anything he couldn’t strip your happiness away. That’s why he ignored his want, that’s why he distracted himself. He couldn’t bring himself to dwell on it any longer, but he couldn’t keep his wants hidden from you. You both had decided to tell each other everything. Though he knew already what you would tell him, he couldn’t keep it secret from you. It wouldn’t be fair. Turning from the door, ignoring the call to go out, he found something to occupy his time until you were able to come home.

You came home physically and mentally drained. The day had been too busy for Julie to corner you for details, you barely got a lunch break and all that included was a breather and a granola bar. Letting your bag and keys fall to the floor, you kicked off your heels and started searching for Michael.

“I’m home,” you called. Michael left your spare room, a streak of paint on his cheek. You giggled, wiping the paint away with your thumb before embracing him in a hug. All the tension you had left on your shoulders from work immediately melted away at the touch of his hands.

“I missed you,” you hummed. He answered back with a tighter squeeze. He always missed you, he didn’t have to tell you that every day for you to know it either. “What you working on in there?”

“Just practicing with some paint but I think we need to talk,” Michael spoke after letting you have a few moments of relaxation. You stiffened, fears suddenly plaguing your mind as the larger man lead you to the couch. He switched on a lamp illuminating the room. Your eyes glimmered with tears but he shook his head. He didn’t want to make you nervous but he couldn’t let you stay in the dark. He knew that his situation was different that most men but he still deserved a say in things. You needed to know and he needed you to know.

“I want to go outside.” He couldn’t bring himself to beat around the bush. Blunt speaking and getting right to the point always seemed the better option to him. His statement really didn’t shock you though, you knew it had to come around eventually. You had noticed a difference in Michael recently after you had gotten sick and he had taken it upon himself to go get the supplies to help you get better. He looked at the windows more and the door held his gaze too as if he longed for the freedom that outside brought. You never thought Michael as a less than highly intelligent individual. Stupid wasn’t what he was when he longed for the outside world. He was different now than from before when you first met him, he wanted to see what normal things life could bring. But he couldn’t risk letting himself be found by the authorities, while he longed for the outside the world, it didn’t long for him. He knew that. You never doubted for one moment he could reintegrate back into the real world, make a good name for himself now that he was realizing how much he had changed and learned. But people had a hard time looking pass someone’s past. You feared that Michael had too much damage and horrors linked with his name that could never be erased.

 Haddonfield would never welcome a reformed Michael Myers back into their midst, no matter how many times he proved himself. And if they knew you were as close to him as you were they would string you up right beside him. It didn’t matter you never took any lives, just being associated with him was enough for them to burn you at the stake alone with Michael. You took his scarred hands with yours giving them a squeeze.

“Michael,” you started to speak.

“I want to take you out to dinner,” he blurted suddenly, interrupting you. “I want to go to the movies with you. I want a job. I want a family.” He sucked in a breath his eyes boring into your being. “I want to be with you.”

You choked back a sob at the sudden confession he had been holding inside for who knows how long, ”But Michael. They won’t accept you and I can’t watch them drag you away. They may lock me up right beside you.”

He wiped your tears knowing that talking about this was bringing you pain, but he couldn’t take the secrecy it was eating him up inside. This had to happen, there was no getting around it. “I would never let them take you away. I will not be your downfall, but I want to provide for you like a normal man can.”

“You are,” you argued.

“I can’t buy you things you need. I can’t take you out to eat or go shopping. I have to watch you leave everyday and it’s getting harder.”

You swallowed, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat. “I’d say that I would never leave again. But we like to eat and watch TV.”

Michael chuckled kissing you softly. You racked your brain trying to think of something that could appease you both. The movies were dark enough but you still had to make your way from the front. Dinner was out of the question as you knew too many people and too many people recognized Michael Myers. The towns very own devil. Michael watched you in silence, your mind rushing to and fro. He had come to realize those moments when you were in deep thought, when suddenly you rose from the couch abruptly causing him to jump a little at the movement.

“Who says we have to go out to eat for a date,” you marched to the kitchen. “Stay right there until I call for you Michael.”

Michael obeyed, knowing better than to disobey when you were a woman on an a mission. He grabbed the remove to the TV and began flipping through channels as he listened to you do whatever you had planned in the kitchen.

After waiting for an hour, he wound up falling asleep on the couch while a comedy played on TV that quickly lost his attention. You strolled back into the living room, shaking Michael awake. He woke, but had to blink twice at the sight before him. You stood before him with a dirty apron and a fake mustache placed under your delicate nose.

“Sir if you will please follow me,” you deepened your voice and waved your stained hand to the kitchen door. Wordlessly Michael followed, his amusement evident on his handsome face. He stepped into a movie-esque scene in the dining room. A bright white table cloth placed upon the table and a candle placed delicately in the middle. The lights were off and all the light in the kitchen was from the single candle on the table. You lead him forward towards the table and he took a seat at your prompting. He could tell you had taken a few moments to go ahead and fix your hair in a style he had yet to see on you before.

“Your date said she was running a tad late,” you gave a little bow. “Please if you need anything while you wait don’t hesitate to ask.”

Peeling the mustache from your face and sticking it onto Michael’s brow you flung the apron on the couch as you raced by before heading down the hall, the echoes of his laughter following you. This had to be as perfect and authentic as you could make it. Luckily for you, you still had a nice dress you had bought several years ago for the company Christmas party you ever attended. You hadn’t worn it since that first year when Ian had gotten so drunk he was making out with everything female shaped and his pursuit of you began. Now you either didn’t show up or you wore something comfortable. Michael had yet to see you wear such attire, though he had seen you unclothed, the thought making you blush bright red. Shimmying from your food stained work clothes you pulled the dress up and placed your arms through the short sleeves. It was a little tighter than you remembered but it still fit. That’s all that mattered. You started to zip up the back, when you suddenly remembered how difficult the dress was to zip all the way up. The first and last time you wore the thing, you had put on a sweater until you made it to the office and Julie helped you zip it the rest of the way. But now you were stuck with no friend around, you wanted to surprise Michael but that was no longer an option.

“Michael,” you called down the hall, “can you come help me.”

Worry tugged at him, when he heard your tone of voice. He was out of his chair and in the bedroom immediately. He calmed down once he saw the sheepish look on your face. He stepped back, stunned by the scene before him. This was what he always imagined, but it was better than anything he had dreamed about. “I can’t get the stupid zipper up all the way,” you turned around pointing the the culprit only halfway up your back. “Can you help me?”

He nodded silently, taking careful steps forward he swallowed nervously. He had touched you, loved you in all different ways. But at this very moment, everything felt different. You stood there patiently, shivering at the gentle touch of his hand. Michael could smell the perfume you had put on, it was driving him crazy. The touch of your warm skin and the cool silk of the dress was plunging him deeper down into a place he had yet to explore before. You could hear the zipper being pulled, but not in the direction you wanted.

“You’re suppose to go up not down,” you swallowed thickly trying to joke to ease the tension you were feeling. You were afraid that your body was going to rat you out on how much you rather stay here in this room with Michael than go back to eat the meal you prepared.

Michael remained silent, pushing the fabric aside to where he could reach your neck and bare shoulder. He mindlessly followed what his heart and body wanted, letting his conscious take a back seat for once since he met you. You jolted at the first touch of his lips. As he kissed the crook of your neck, before he began to nibble his way to your ear. His large fingers pulling the delicate pins from your hair, until it fell down in a soft sheet that smelled of your floral shampoo. He brushed it aside, keeping his path clear as he continued to kiss and lick his way to your other shoulder. You trembled, your hands clenched in fists as you tried to remain still. Your world was beginning to revolve around him and you never wanted him to leave. Moments like these, you could no longer live without them. You longed for them and craved them when the two of you were alone.

“We’re supposed to eat before dessert,” you teased again. Your nervousness keeping you from shutting your mouth. Trying to ease the tension between you two. The hunger in Michael’s eyes inflaming your skin. You could feel the heat of his touch sear every nerve in your body. He reached your cheek, kissing you once, twice, before zipping your dress up and scooping you into his arms. The cool silk a sudden contrast to his blazing body. He wanted you now, but he would wait. You had to be hungry after a long day of work and he wasn’t going to deny you a meal for his more animalistic needs.

Michael admitted to himself quickly that this was the moments he longed for most. You had worked hard to make sure this candlelight dinner was everything he could dream of. Even down to that goofy waiter persona you created. After eating a quick dinner of spaghetti and followed by brownies covered in ice cream, Michael replaced the fake mustache on your lip and kissed you deeply. “You want me to grow a mustache now,” you laughed peeling it back off and throwing it in the trash.

“I would love you if you did grow one,” he replied taking the dishes to the sink. Still wearing your dress and him in his comfortable clothes you both washed dishes together. It quickly turned into a suds battle that left you both drenched. You went to go change into something dry and comfortable while Michael made popcorn. Once you came back and relieved him of popcorn duty Michael also went to change out of his wet clothes. It wasn’t long and you both were snuggled on the couch watching a movie together, the conversation from earlier in the back of your minds. Michael watched the TV while you remained deep in thought. It was unfair of you to ask him to remain hidden forever, while you had the freedom to go whenever you wanted. He wasn’t a dog, you couldn’t force him to stay secluded forever if he wanted to try something new. He’s a grown man and who were you to keep him from deciding for himself? Despite your heart breaking, you felt like he deserved the choice whether he wanted to leave or not. If you selfishly kept him from doing what he needed, you felt like that would make you no better than the doctors who kept him from the cure he so desperately needed. You couldn’t make him stay if he was ready to move on. But you would wait and let you both have this moment together, like everything about your relationship was normal. Once the popcorn was gone from the bowls and the credits began to scroll across the screen. Michael helped you clean up the mess in the living room before following you up the stairs.

He quickly shucked his shirt holding it out towards you. You took it gladly, slipping the warm material over your head before getting under the covers. Michal turned out the light once you were comfortable before making his way to his side of the bed. Getting comfortable his arm slipping around your waist, he pulled you into his side. His warm breath stirring the hair on the back of your neck.

“Michael,” you sighed, your body starting to shake as you were terrified of the thing you were about to ask.

“Mmm,” he hummed sleepily.

“Do you want to leave?”

Michael stiffened his eyes darting open in shock. His grip on you tightened while you continued to shiver violently.

“I can’t ask you to stay and be unhappy,” you choked back a sob. “It would be selfish of me and I love you too much to hold you back. I know your life hasn’t been the best and you deserve a new beginning, even if it has to be without me. Please answer truthfully I don’t want to hold you back from a life you want to shoot for.”

Michael tightened his grip, placing his forehead in your hair. He knew where this was coming from, the conversation from before had brought doubts to your mind. They would fester and you knew it, that’s why you were asking. You were giving him an out. One he knew he didn’t earn, nor deserve. You were the kindest person he had ever met and to not have you in his life anymore felt like torture. Starting anew had him shaking at the thought of no longer being afraid of being placed back into a cell that would drive him further into madness. But that would be a life without you and he was wondering if that would be a life at all.

“Michael?”

“Let’s leave together.” His voice was so quiet you had to strain to hear him. Your heart pounded against your chest and your breath began to quicken. For some reason your mind hadn’t thought of you both leaving. Haddonfield was all you had ever known. Your job was here, your home was here, and your parents were here. You never gave yourself the thought about uprooting your life of complacency, but for and with Michael you felt like you could. You immediately went to daydreaming about all the possibilities of a normal life with Michael. Your ring finger suddenly began to feel heavy as you rubbed your digit and imagined patters of little feet running through a larger home. Michael would be the man he craved to be, not what was shoved upon him here in Haddonfield.

“Would you have me Michael?”

He flipped you to your back, climbing on top of you where he could see you clearly. The moonlight coming through the curtains, causing his icy blue eye to glow in an ethereal light that had you sucking in a breath. He brushed the hair from your face, the glimmer of tears in your eyes causing his heart to break into little pieces. He had caused this, making you question what he actually felt for you.

  “I would have you and no one else,” he answered before kissing you. He quickly deepened the kiss, feeling your desperation. The need to know without a doubt that he was answering truthfully. He wouldn’t leave you behind. He couldn’t ever leave knowing that he had abandoned you to a fate worse than death. A pariah of Haddonfield just like him while he escaped it all. He wouldn’t ever do that to you, he loved you too much. You had to come with him. You both would start anew, it felt like fate as he continued to kiss you. Your muffled sobs swallowed by his mouth as he tried to comfort you. The tears wouldn’t stop as you felt a mixture of fear, comfort, and sorrow. Michael released you, allowing you both to regain your breath.

  “We don’t have to make a decision right now,” he said rolling back to his side and pulling you into him once more. He stroked your hair in comfort, the silken strands catching on his scars and callouses.

“I think I already know the answer,” you replied placing your hand on his bare chest and curling your fingers in the coarse hair there. “But I don’t want to say anything yet. It’s a big decision.”

Michael nodded, “Sleep on it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise,” you sighed as the emotions you had felt today wore you out that you began to drift away into slumber.

“Promise,” he kissed you again, now stroking your cheek. With that you drifted off, but Michael no longer felt tired. He was more than happy to watch you sleep the night away. Something new was brewing in the air, but it had a tang of bitterness. He couldn’t help but feel that something horrible was on the horizon for both of you and that it wouldn’t matter what you both decided. Something was going to happen and soon. Michael vowed to protect you no matter what. He held you tightly, listening to your soft breaths before he was finally lulled to sleep by your calming presence.

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Yelena Belova x Reader Steal Your Heart Part 8

Summary: Its time for the Auction Party, and your target is a high-valued item worth millions. You meet a new friend and run into trouble

Warning: This is a long one guys

"How do I look?" You asked twirling around in front one of your fellow thieves.

"Why Shadow I must admit you are the fairest of them all." Alan said going into a low whistle as he sat up from his position on the black sectional sofa.

You were currently getting ready for the Black Market Auction Party at the home base of the Thieves Guild. You didn't really come here that much anymore. After being rescued you were raised and lived here but it was hard to call it home. Your contract with Thieves Guild felt like handcuffs, and the fact that you were required to return to this place after each mission. Made home base feel like a prison once you turned twenty. Remy was able to pull some strings and convince them to let you get your own place in the city.

Your dress of choice was shoulder length dark green with a low cut sleeve on the left sleeve showing skin. The dress was long enough that it went all the way down touching the floor, but there was a slit cut in at right side revealing your legs.

"Do you think I could get that date now?" Alan asked getting to his feet to walk over to you. He held his hand out for you to take which you did letting him spin you around again.

A little laugh escaped your lips as your body was pulled towards his. "While I will admit you do remind of Prince Charming unfortunately I'm going to have to turn your offer down again." You told him patting him on the chest with both hands.

"Oh you wound me" he said throwing his head in exaggeration.

Alan was one of the first thieves you had really befriended besides Remy when you got here. The two of you were around the same age with you having a year on him. He was a street kid who managed to successfully pickpocket one of the leaders of the Guild, and that action led to his life being changed forever. He always had a crush on you but knew his feelings weren't reciprocated, so in time he let them fade away. The friendship stayed strong as ever and till this day the two of you would often joke about that crush.

"I'm sorry my dear prince but that date already belongs to someone else" You whispered in his ear with a grin.

Alan pulled his head to look you in the eyes and saw the dreamy haze in them. He knew that look better than anyone especially on you, because in the beginning. You had it bad for Remy after he saved your life and made his mission to keep you safe. Eventually you would come to see him as a big brother, but you use to be in love. But that was a puppy crush this was something real.

"Who is it?" He whispered quietly as if you two weren't the only ones in this lounge.

You bit your lip as the face of the blonde woman flashed in your mind. "I'll tell you when I get back promise."

Alan groaned "that's not fair y/n."

"I know but I really need to get going" You said dancing away from him, and grabbing the green clutch bag on your way out the door.

"Remember I'm on standby if you need me" he yelled after you.

"No comms allowed" you shouted back.

"Get creative" he managed to throw in before you were out of ear shot.

The Auction Party

There were hundreds of items on sale tonight. Some were collectives of stolen art, some were artifacts discovered all over the world, and others were pieces made specifically for this event. Some were worth more than others and your bosses wanted the item with biggest market price.

This was probably the most risky mission of your life because if you did get caught. There would be no prison cell waiting for you only death. But stealing this item would literally cut sixty percent of your debt to them. The margin was too big for you to ignore. The vintage stopwatch hung around your neck resting on your collarbone like a necklace somehow. It matched the tone of your dress pretty well. You wouldn't start the timer till you were inside and the dancing began.

The limousine finally came to a halt after a forty-five minute drive, and your door was opened by a lean and muscular man dressed in a suit and tie. He had a machine gun strapped to his shoulder hanging off to the side.

"My lady" he addressed you holding out his hand.

You placed your hand in his with a smile showing teeth, as you stepped out the car. The mansion sat on a hill with an impressive amount of silver marble stairs leading up to the doors. It was a massive building with a low roof in the front but the back half was made up of taller buildings. It had a number of windows and was white as snow. Little lights lit up the stairway path to the double doors that were wide open with more guards. Multiple people dressed up in a high class suits, dresses, and jewelry were spread out doing their own thing, and chatting with each other. There were a few people present in more business casual clothes.

You gave the guard a curtsy nod as he left you at the stairs and began the climb. Most of the women were guests of a powerful man, or were women in power themselves with their own eye candy. You were the one of the few here on your own, and the eyes following you and boring into your back. Long after you had passed them told you that everyone was trying to figure out. Exactly who you were? And more importantly how do you fit into their world? Some of the items here had indeed been stolen by bandits of all kind. But they were never invited to these events. These spots were reserved for filthy rich upper class who earned their riches with blood and death of the innocence.

You wanted to burn the whole place down on your way out, and maybe one day you would return and do just that. But today your job was to blend in and make them believe you were one of them. If the dress and high heels with diamonds embedded into them didn't do the trick. Then the diamond bracelet on both of your wrists should do it, and when it came to attitude. You had no problem giving off a aura of pure darkness.

A handsome light brown-skinned man held out his arm for you to take when you reached the top. He had on a burgundy suit with no tie and visible white undershirt. A diamond Rolex shined on his wrist sparkling in your eyes. He gave you a dashing smile. "Need some arm candy?"

"That depends which one of us is complimenting the other? You asked with a devious smile of your own.

"I think we compliment each other nicely but you are definitely stealing the show tonight-" The man's voice trailed off as he waited for your name.

"Call me Shadow" You told him.

"Mysterious and beautiful did I just win the ultimate prize tonight?" he continued.

"Sweetheart can't you tell that I'm priceless." You shot back locking your arm into his and resting your other hand on it.

"I'm Daniel."

Now that the introductions were out of the way the two of you entered the mansion together. The inside was ever bit of glamorous as the outside. The entrance opened into a huge room with white marbled floors with a wide staircase in the center of the room. Leading up to the upper level that broke off into two different directions. Led lights were installed into the ceiling shining brightly. On the left side of the stairs below was a doorway leading to another room, and the two of you followed the rest of the crowd into the room.

It was bigger with a higher ceiling that was lit up by the giant golden chandeliers hanging. Little hightop round tables were positioned all over the room with black cloths thrown over them. People were gathered around them mingling with one another. Men and women of all ages were dressed up expensive tuxedos and dresses walking around with trays of appetizers and drinks offering them. One part of the room was vacant of all people. A decent size square space in the far right corner.

"That spot is reserved for dancing which will commence in about another thirty minutes" Daniel whispered in your ear. He was positioned behind you keeping his hands rested on your waist.

You leaned your head back to catch his eyes. "These guys go really all out here huh? Food, dancing, will there be a show as well?"

"Well this man in particular believes in keeping his guests fed and entertained. You know ease some of the tension in the room, get everyone to relax, and stop thinking about how they want to kill one another. Every single person here wants something, and not everyone will be able to walk out with it. They see each other as competition and that can lead to a messy bidding. He wants to avoid that the best way he can."

"Hmmm how many of these things have you been to?" You asked him.

"A few here and there" Daniel told you with a small shrug. He shot you that dashing smile again reminding you of Remy a bit with the mischief glint in his eyes. "How about you?"

"I usually sit these things out but one of the items for sale tonight as been on the wishlist for a while now. I couldn't possibly miss out on the opportunity."

"What item would that be?"

"Freedom" You whispered stroking his chin lightly.

"Now that truly is priceless" he replied back quietly. For a second his facial expressions shifted from the usual playful demeanor to one of longing. Before you could think too much of what it meant. Daniel began to nudge forward as people started heading towards the dance floor.

You went with it deciding to participate, and after a few minutes you would lie saying you needed a break. Giving you the perfect opportunity to slip away upstairs, and make your way to the other wing of the mansion. Where the items were being kept under lock and key. You had to be quick and efficient knowing the time limit would be a bit tighter than usual. Even if everyone here did buy you were truly one of them. You were still a stranger, and your absence would be noticed.

Pairs started taking their on the more smooth tiled dance floor waiting for the music start. A few minutes later it did filling the room with a soft and classical melody. You were suddenly grateful for Alan dragging you to all of those dancing classes. The Thieves Guild provided a number of skill courses in a variety of different fields. Some were mandatory like lock-picking, climbing, and stealth. Others were optional like languages, dancing, and hacking. You thought the later would be mandatory, but it turns out some liked to keep it old school. Not to mention some systems just couldn't be hacked in time.

"May I have this dance my lady?" Daniel asked taking a step forward with his hand extended out.

You didn't give him a verbal answer instead you just placed your hand in his. Letting him lead you out and pull you into his arms. Both of his hands gripped your waist a bit lower this time, and you rested yours on his shoulders as your bodies swayed back and forth. This type of dancing would hardly wear you out, but just as expected the beat did start to pick up into something a bit more fast-paced.

Daniel sent you spinning you and his grip on your released leaving you to catch yourself. You let out a soft gasp as your feet continued to twist over each other. With your body already in motion there was no way for you to slow down in time. In order to not bump into the pair dancing only a few inches away. The distance between you and them was getting smaller by the second.

Right before impact could be made someone intercepted your body. A pair of strong arms wrapped around waist and pulled you to their chest. They spun in the opposite direction taking you with them, and then pushed you back out. Before bringing you back in keeping an arm around your waist, and moving the other to your shoulder.

You looked up to see who your savior was expecting it to be Daniel with that dashing smile on his face. But instead of his warm brown eyes it was familiar green eyes that locked onto yours. Her blonde hair was done up in nice bun, and she was grinning at the shock on your face. Daniel passes by with another woman in his arms shooting you a quick wink.

"Your new friend was nice enough to let me take over." Yelena said as if that explained her presence here. "Close your mouth people are starting to notice."

You did close your mouth gritting your teeth, and tightening your grip on her waist. "What are you doing here?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?"

"No" You answered sharply

"Okay so maybe I took a look at the mission file you left laying around on the kitchen counter-" Yelena began

"I left the file in my room on the nightstand Yelena" You corrected her. More irritated than angry.

"Okay but in my defense you told me I could sleep in your bed while you were gone. If I stayed over so I took advantage and the folder was just there. I couldn't resist y/n and you should be glad I did" Yelena admitted.

"Oh yeah and why is that?" You exclaimed making sure to keep you voice down.

"Because the guy that you're stealing from he's dangerous-"

"I already know that Yel" You said cutting her off.

"No this guy is different y/n. He doesn't just sell fancy paintings, and old artifacts. He sells people like you" she insists. A tone of urgency in her voice hoping it would help convey her message.

You jerked your head in shock to catch her eyes again, and her hardened eyes mixed with subtle worry washed all your doubt away. The Thieves Guild had failed to mention that crucial piece of information in the file. But then again that could've been the result of them having so much faith in you, and that felt as if the info would do more harm than good. If you were aware you were walking straight into a hunting zone. It might have made you extra paranoid, and paranoia tends to lead to sloppiness in this line of business.

"If your reputation as the best thief in the world truly does perceive you. This guy might be able to pick you out of a crowd. I couldn't just stay home knowing this." Yelena whispered in your ear her grip on your waist tightening. As she pulled your body closer to hers.

This was going to be the biggest payday of your life, and so much was going on right now but. The only thing that truly registered in your mind was the way Yelena referred to your apartment as her home. You thought back to when she suggested the two of you would one day become roommates. And even though the topic wasn't ever brought up again. She practically lived there these days only leaving to do secret agent stuff, or to go out.

"Y/N are you listening to me" came her voice in your ear. Yelena pinched your hip to get your attention.

You jumped at the small stinging feeling but hid your face into the crook of her neck. "Yeah what's wrong?"

"The dance is over which means the auction is going to be starting soon. They're going to be moving the items soon you need to go now" Yelena said in a hushed voice.

The music had indeed stopped and the surrounding crowd was giving the dancing couples a round of applause. You caught a glimpse of Daniel bowing over and over again in exaggerated fashion. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye with the same gleam of mischievous. You shook your head with a smile, and finally pulled away from Yelena who placed her body in front yours. In such a way no one would be able to see your retreating form as she merged with the crowd. Everyone's attention was now on the stage, and the curtains were being drawn back.

You slipped out of the room just as the host finally made an appearance for the first time tonight. A guard hovering by the doors threw a hand out making you come to a halt. He didn't say a single word just raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Just going to the lady's room James Bond after all I'm still a lady with a time of the month. All the money in the world and yet mankind still can't find a solution for Mother Nature" You told him. Your body was starting to slip into go mode with adrenaline running high. But you made sure to keep your tone light and indifferent. Not wanting to the guard to pick up on anything and suspecting you of something.

Your excuse seemed to work because the guard dropped his hand and moved to the side. "The bathroom is located on the other side of the stairs. It's the door on the right" he directed you. His gaze darkened sending one more silent message.

Go straight to the bathroom and come back. No detours or wandering off.

You gave him a nod walking at steady pace, and went straight to the bathroom. You checked every single stall too make sure no one else was in there. Before putting your plan into action you looked around the ceiling hoping to find your escape. Indeed there was a very small vent with small little holes letting the cold air seep out keeping the bathroom cool. It wasn't nearly big enough for a person or a small child to fit through. Obviously this guy planned for everything, but your powers gave you a advantage. Your body dissolved into tendrils of darkness seeking out the dark cold vent merging with it. You traveled through the vents taking all the necessary turns to reach the treasure room. The Thieves Guild were able to provide you a map of the mansion. Which you made sure to memorize, to know the route like the back of your hand.

A few minutes you pushing your way out of the vent to drop down into a large dark room. Landing in a crouch as your body took on its human form. The room was filled with numerous display cases holding all of the items up for sale tonight. Well almost all of them some of them were being held in a vault, and if your calculations were right. The vault should be right behind you, and you couldn't help the joyous smile on your face. At the sight of the medium size steel vault built into the wall.

The vault was sealed shut and secured with a complicated password system. A mixture of numbers and letters that were programmed to change every five seconds. The only person with access to the ever-changing code was the host. The updates on the code was automatically sent to his phone. You were planning on swiping it on your way out, but you were able to sneak in a flash drive that was built too look lipstick. Well it actually did have a lipstick end but the other end was a flash drive with a code breaker installed. A goodbye present for Remy because apparently the New Orleans Guild got technology upgrades earlier than New York.

You pulled the device from your clutch bag and pushed in to the dock. The keypad lit up with red letters and numbers dancing across the screen. Five seconds later and the screen lit up green granting you access. The vault door popped open by itself, and you grabbed the door handle pulling it all the way open. There it was resting on a stand in the center of the vault floor. A big oval shaped egg made out gold with a pattern of pure cut diamonds and other gems dancing across it. Your fingers brushed across the smooth surface feeling the material. It was the real thing while it wasn't the most beautiful art piece in the world. It was pretty and worth two-hundred and fifty million dollars.

Rumor has it the real treasure was actually on the inside of the egg, and in order to reach it the owner would need to metal the gold down. After carefully popping out all the precious gems of course, and there you go. You didn't know how much truth there was to the story, but some of people here did believe it. Word on the street was some buyers here were even willing to pay double what the egg was initially worth to take it home and do just that. Obviously the host had no problem with that. You wouldn't be surprised if he started the rumor himself.

There was a red cloth between the cloth and the stand. You wrapped the treasure up in it and tucked under your arm. After shutting the vault and resetting the code you were ready to make your leave. Instead of going out the way you came in you decided to use the real door. And that's where you screwed up as soon as the door opened a black ball rolled and hit your foot. You looked down in confusion until a purple gas was released into the air. Hitting you right in the face unfortunately you weren't able to hold your breath in time, and you inhaled the strange gas. It was odorless but still the alarm bells were going off in your head. You stumbled forward out of the purple cloud coughing, and three armed guards stood in front of you blocking the pathway to freedom.

Behind him you spotted a head of messy brown hair, and one of them turned his body sideways to reveal the host of the party. He was about the same height as you, skinny, with blue eyes, and a baby face. This man couldn't be any older than twenty-five probably the kid of some drug lord or mobster.

"Mmph mmph mmmm" He hummed shaking his head eyes boring into yours. He turned to address his henchmen. "Isn't a shame boys here is the infamous Shadow breaking into my vault thinking that. She is stealing the most valued item in the auction tonight, unaware that she herself is the real prize."

You wanted to do nothing more than puke in that moment as your stomach dropped. Yelena had been right about everything how did you keep finding yourself in these situations. This was the second job you had taken where you ended up becoming the target from the person you was hired to steal from. As much as you wanted to think this was Valentina, you knew this kid was just a cocky prick acting on his own.

"Alright so say I let you have the egg I mean you can even deliver to your bosses. Would that be enough to make you surrender?" The kid asked.

"Did I get to keep my freedom?" You shot back.

He acted as if he was really going to consider for five dramatic seconds before shaking his head. "Nahhh you're going to make me more filthy rich than I already am Shadow."

You shrugged your shoulders and placed the egg down on the floor. Leaned up against the wall "then let's get this over it."

He nodded his head in your direction and his three henchmen swarmed.

You called out to the darkness ready to blind them with it, only to discover your powers weren't answering. Your eyes widened in shock and worry as you looked up to see the kid smirking. Then a fist slammed into your right cheek knocking you back into the door.

"Don't worry its only temporary Shadow your powers will return in a few hours or so. I only disable if they were gone permanently you would be of no use to anyone sweetheart."

"I beg to differ" came a familiar voice.

You were too busy trying to dodge the onslaught from the guards to see who it was, you could make a solid guess. You threw your elbow back connecting with the guard's nose. He released the hold on your arms with a cry of pain as blood gushed from his nose. You dropped down to sweep his legs out from under him sending his body crashing to the floor. Another guard wrapped his arms around your waist hauling you in the air. You were sent rolling to the floor before your back met the wall. The second guard drew his leg back to kick you in the face. While you trying to regain your bearings and before his foot could meet your face. A foot slammed into his gut making him double over with a groan.

Yelena leapt towards the other guard as he approached both of you wrapping her legs around his neck, and twisting her body around till she was on top of him bringing him down. The last guard had recovered at this point and was back on you.

You spun your body around kicking both of your legs upward landing a harsh double kick to his chin. His head snapped up till he was looking at the ceiling with a sickening crunch. His body fell to the floor, and you let out of a sigh of relief.

"I told you so" Yelena said standing right above you with her hand held out. You accepted letting her pull you back to your feet ready to joke with her. Until you saw how serious and upset she looked.

"What's wrong?" You asked a bit thrown off. Usually whenever she tagged along on your escapades. The blonde had this fun and carefree demeanor about her, and her body language was all off right now. She was tense like you were in a real danger or something.

"We'll talk about it later let's go" she demanded heading towards the window.

"Yelena we're on the third floor the drop is too far, and I can't use my powers right now. We have to use the doors" You told her.

"No we don't unlike you I came prepared did I not tell you to stop relying on your powers too much." Yelena replied opening the latch to the large sized window and pushing it open. She held out her hand for you to take.

You wanted to defend yourself but figured it was best not to argue with her under the circumstances. You accepted her hand taking in her outfit for real for the first time. She was dressed in black skin suit with a matching black vest, black boots, and a black belt wrapped around her waist. She must have changed once you left the dance floor.

Yelena let pulled you into her side securing her arm tight around your waist. You wrapped yours around her neck in return feeling her tense in your hold. She threw a circular disc with a wire attached to it onto the floor. It latched on and without warning Yelena threw herself out of the window with you in her arms. The wire expanded as your bodies went into a free-fall approaching the ground below. Both of you landed on your feet but your legs wobbled a little bit.

"Now you know my pain" Yelena muttered but didn't sound any happier.

"Do you want to talk now?"

"No my car is parked out front let's move" she denied you again, but your arms were still around your neck. You moved your hands cupping the on her cheeks. "Hey you can talk to me you know that."

Yelena pulled away from your hands and took a few steps back. Anguish in her eyes as she grabbed fistfuls of her hair. "You could've died tonight or even worse. Those men were going to take you, and sell you stop acting like that's okay."

"Yelena I never said it was okay I'm just not stressing because nothing happened." You said softly as you could manage.

"But what if it did y/n? I would've lost you and I can't lose you becau-" Yelena stopped short of finishing her sentence too look up at the night sky. Tears were glistening in her eyes nows.

Your heart fluttered as your brain anticipated what she was going to say next. You closed the distance between the two of you letting your hand graze her cheek. Then gripping her by the chin bringing her face back down to meet yours. "Why can't you lose me?" You whispered your heart thumping loudly against your chest.

"I never felt this way about anyone except you y/n, and I don't know how to deal with it." She admitted resting her hands on your waist. All of worries faded away as her eyes softened. "I love you" she murmured leaning forward letting her lips brush yours.

"And here I was thinking I was thief here you stole my heart a long time ago Yel." You told closing your eyes as her lips crashed upon yours for a real kiss. This time as you brought your other hand up to cup her face again. As your lips moved in sync with hers in a slow and sensual kiss. Fireworks exploded in your head, somewhere out there angels were singing, because this was a match made in heaven. You were sure of nothing else right now with at the feeling of her lips on yours.

Breathing was no longer a concept either of you cared for as the two of you got lost in each other. Yelena pulled your body closer constricting her arms around you. Her lips parted from yours for a millimeter of a second before she connected again. Her entire body was lit a flame with emotion. She needed you more than anything else in the world. She kissed you like you were dying, and when the thought of you being sold into some enhanced human trafficking system crossed her mind. Her arms tightened nearly cutting off your breathing, but you weren't complaining.

The thing that ultimately brought you back down to Earth, and the situation at hand was the egg. You jerked away from her without warning eyes flying open. "Yelena my mission we left the egg" You exclaimed.

"Are you serious right now" she whined.

"We have to go back" You insisted but her grip didn't relax. "Come on please."

"Go back for this you say" said an voice from behind Yelena, and you could barely make out a large figure hiding in the shadows of the woods.

Yelena finally released you to whirl around to face the mystery person. "Come out now or I will kill you" she warned pointing a gun the direction the voice came from.

You hovered behind her being defenseless without a weapon of your own, and your powers still suppressed from the poison.

The person walked out from underneath the trees, and into the moonlight revealing themselves to be. None other than Daniel with his signature smile and look of mischief. The one he had been sporting all night with the egg tucked under his arm still wrapped in the red cloth.

You frowned moving to stand behind Yelena now no longer fearful. "Okay now I have to ask who the hell are you?"

His smile got even bigger unfazed by your hostile tone. "I'm just going to say it is nice to finally meet the infamous Shadow, and boy does your reputation perceives you. I didn't think you would be able to do it."

Yelena glanced at you out of the corner of her eye asking if you knew him. You shook your head.

"What you thought you were the only thief here tonight?" He asked.

"The Guild sent in someone else" You seethed. That was a huge no-no if a thief wanted a job assigned to you. Then they had to either ask or compete for it, and you never lost.

"Oh no I don't work for the Guild I work for another party that shall remain unknown. Don't worry they're no one for you to worry about" Daniel reassured you.

"They are if you trying to take the egg" You warned.

Daniel took the egg into his hand and walked closer to both of you. "I saw it in the hallway and grabbed it. You know I figured it was the least I could do to since you two did all the heavy lifting for me." He extended his hand out to you.

Your eyes flickered back and forth between him and the egg in disbelief. You weren't sure if this was a trick or not.

"Go on take it I have no need for it" Daniel encouraged.

Yelena nudged your shoulder making you look at her. She gave you a nod letting you she had your back. You reached out and took the egg out of his hand with both of yours. Nothing happened.

"See we're all good now" he said turning to Yelena eyeing the gun. She slowly brought it down to point the barrel at the ground, but her finger stayed on the trigger. He knew she could kill him in a blink of an eye.

"So I ask again who are you?"

"A fan and now after tonight hopefully a friend."

"That's not a real answer" You argued.

"Are you going to give me your real name?" He shot back with a raised eyebrow. You stayed silent making him chuckle. "I thought so no one knows Shadow's real name."

"Hmph and you called me mysterious and beautiful" You replied.

Daniel shot you a wink and turned around to head back in the direction he came from. He threw a hand up to wave goodbye "hopefully we meet again."

You and Yelena watched him disappear into the dark woods continuing to stare long after he was gone. Just to be sure none of it was a ruse of some kind. "I thought he was with you" You finally said breaking the silence.

"No I came alone but I'll look into him" Yelena told you.

"No just leave him be I think he's alright." You said eyes boring into the golden egg. Your ticket to halfway freedom.

A Few Hours Later

As much as it pained you and Yelena the two of you had to go your separate ways. Once you were back into the city with a high-valued item like this in your possession. There was no way you could risk not turning it in to the Guild right away. The leaders seemed genuinely surprised that you actually managed to pull it off, and that let you know. They indeed did know about the kid selling enhanced individuals, and even though it killed you on the inside to not let them have it. You got your earnings and left the base. Alan had left not too long after you did on his own assignment. You figured you would catch up with him later.

Right now you were just ready to get home to climb into your warm bed, and the safety of your new lover's arms. Yelena was already fast asleep when you arrived to your apartment. And she was in your bed having showered and changed into more comfy clothes. You stripped out of the ruined green dress, drew a hot shower, and hoped in. Usually after a long mission you enjoyed nothing more than to stand under the water stream letting it hit your body for thirty to forty minutes. Tonight you washed your body down, and let the water cleanse your body in ten minutes.

You threw on a plain black t-shirt and some cotton shorts before jumping into bed. Yelena was jolted awake upon impact and her eyes scanned the room until they landed on you smiling at her. "C'mere please" she murmured sleepily.

There was no way you could resist you scooted over into her awaiting her arms letting her cage you into her embrace. She moved closer snuggling up to you, and burying her face into the crook of your neck.

"Yel"

Yeah" she barely whispered.

"I love you too" You whispered into the night.

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[wweeird]

eyyy how'd you get so good at drawing

but no for real, how you draw portraits is amazing. I adore the way you're able to suggest things without actually defining features super well. Being able to do that clearly shows mastery in knowing how to draw people's faces and that is very impressive. I can tell you've done a lot of work to get to this skill level!

But seriously, can we the people get some tips on how to get to this level? Any tips? Thanks so much! Keep on creating!

hey, thank you so much! I love drawing people and hearing such words is the most pleasant thing ever… As it happens, I’ve been thinking on that issue for some time already (not on getting better at drawing peoples’ faces particularly but on how to increase all drawing skills in general) and I’m not really sure that I’ve got a decent answer right now (but I think that you can somehow read others’ minds, heh)

things that I’ve already figured out:

your perfectionism is your worst enemy. You don’t have to draw all those faces in detail, it’s not even interesting to do sometimes — all that you need is an energy burst, a f e e l i n g that you can transmit to others through drawings and through the process of drawing itself. It means that you need to focus only on the things that are important in that particular moment  — it could be arms that you’re going to neglect at that point, at another point you will harshly draw the eyes and only vaguely outline the mouth. 

never stop experimenting. It’s the most important and at the same time probably the most cliché thing to say (if we don’t count ‘practice more’). You always need to be in the state of search for something more. My last discovery was that there are plenty of different ways to hold a pencil, not just how we’ve been taught at school. When you change the position of your arm your point of view is also changing. This kind of stress makes you feel really uncomfortable at first but then you find yourself ready to find other ways to solve these problems (btw, I suppose this method won’t work with a stylus  for digital tablets although I’ve never tried) 2.1 live sketching (when you draw not from your head or photos but from real people/things you see around you) is actually very good — people are usually very agile (of course they are — they’re alive), they won’t keep one pose for ages so you’ll have probably 2-5 minutes to make a sketch, which is perfectly enough to kill your perfectionism and widen your drawing comfort zone at the same time. (be careful in cafes! people tend to be suspicious when you take out your sketchbook or, for example, glasses, in my case) It’s also helpful for studying perspective. If you can’t help but use references, try using a timer. There’s a cool website where you can practice sketching poses and where you only have a few minutes for each pose (something like quick-poses-dot-com)

observe more things/people around you, as well as other artists’ works, that goes without saying;

practice more (: I’m sorry I know that’s a bit annoying but it’s true. Don’t think that somehow you can be transported in the state when all your drawings are incredibly beautiful (unique and exquisite, as insta-scammers would say) — that doesn’t happen. You’ll always have a ratio: some shitty paintings to one-two decent or beautiful ones. The percentage of drawings-you-wish-you’ve-never-drawn will get lower, but won’t totally disappear, at least I don’t think so. So no need to be afraid, accept the possibility of never-ending mistakes and just do your thing, keep at it. There are plenty of reasons to draw in life.

phew, I hope I was at least a little bit helpful! still trying to comprehend all of this myself. and thank you and thank you again!

[mickeytheticklee]

Fimmies' secret weapon

Warning: Tickling

It happened to be a water break during the second round of the tag game the girls were playing. Already half the chips were in Yunjin's procession in the safe vault. For once the team wanted to win, but knew they had to cheat their way into getting their chips back and activating the device. Which is where you, a friend of the fimmies and a local spectator enter the game. While eating a delicious burger you were viciously grabbed by Sakura and dragged for you to be in the game. Of course you wanted to play because games are your specialty (but then again you suck at video games). But this wasn't the first offense of you getting in trouble by staff for being on camera. However this one time it'll be allowed as a funny plot twist for this game. Everyone did a secret group meeting in the Bamboo forest while Yunjin was using the restroom.

Chaewon: Zuha, since you're good at hiding you must protect at all times. Sakura you're sacrificing yourself to be a ghost so keep us alert at all times. Eunchae is beating all the games. Y/n, steal all of Yunjin's life chips and if the timer runs out tickle her.

Y/n: Are you crazy?? I can't do that.

Sakura: If we win we'll give you a treat. Just try your best love.

By a strange sound Yunjin was near. To even out the game everyone was going to tickle Yunjin if she asked to give up her chip. Kazuha hid you in one of the ducts, and pretended to walk away so the area can seem empty. She waited for you on the other side of the ducts, where the living room was located. Another chip was nearby the set of wires for their mission. Kazuha grabbed a spare life chip as you gotten a few chips out of the vault to give to the others. Already it was off to a good start, but Sakura's call came on and Kazuha stuffed you back into the duct with you holding the big vault carrying the precious life chips. Already this was off to a bad start but they had the power of tickling and Zuha's good lying skills by her side.

Yunjin: Give me a chip and I won't question this.

Kazuha: Take it off my wrist.

Yunjin stepped into a poke attack, and she was regretting it deeply. A few side tickles and Yunjin was on the floor laughing. But Yunjin wasn't giving up too easily as tagger of the game. Instead this fight wasn't one sided, they were doing a standing up tickle fight in order for Yunjin to get the chip. Kazuha was fighting hard even though she had a chip in her back pocket. But the goal was to get Yunjin tired from the tickling so they can easily win. Unfortunately Yunjin was losing against Kazuha tickling her stomach so she had to move locations. Sakura saw it all and was able to help you out of the ducts and head into the bedroom. Eunchae was hiding from Yunjin in her usual spot, the tiny closet. Kazuha had to drop you off with Eunchae, already she was hating that idea because of how ticklish she is.

Kazuha: Take this life chip if you do lose the tickle battle.

Yunjin: I'm here!

Luckily you were hidden in the bed so Yunjin didn't catch you. Kazuha ran into another location, luckily the place has already engrained familiarity into her mind. Before a slight hesitation Yunjin started to tickle Eunchae in the closet. Eunchae was too ticklish on her neck to do anything. Eunchae has good endurance, however Yunjin can see right thru her main weakness...ticklish palms. Such a small ticklish spot that can tear down such a cute little maknae. All it took was two little fingers sprinting up and down her little palm. Eunchae could handle most things, palm tickles are not one of them.

Eunchae: HEHEHEHEHE FINE! TAKE THE CHIP!

Yunjin: Thank you.

Yunjin went away to find her next target. You heard everything from the closed bed you were in. You were afraid, you soon have to battle her which is going to be way worse than what you've heard now. You and Eunchae ran into the basement, using the blueprint to finish the mission, there was still one left before grabbing the chips into the device. It took no time before the mission was succeeded with Chaewon and Kazuha taking guard. Out of nowhere in complete silence all that stood there was Sakura's loud laughter. Immediately you're on duct duty with Eunchae squished with you. Kazuha was able to hide on time but Chaewon got caught. It took no time to see who was getting control of this tickle fight. Yunjin runs back to the living room and is already on the floor, trembling with fear over Chaewon tickling her.

Yunjin: CHAEWONCHAEWONNONOHAHHAHHAHAHHA

Chaewon: You're not going to get a chip out of me!

Chaewon used her big ler skills to get Yunjin's ticklish hips and ribs. This last for only a second as she doesn't want to waste too much of Yunjin's energy for the finale. After the tickle attack she leaves, she goes into the bathroom where the last mission is held in which Eunchae is helping her. Sakura and Kazuha were guarding the door as well as building confidence for when you tickle Yunjin. It's easy for the major lee Sakura to say it's easy when you're the same level of ticklishness as Eunchae. Kazuha gave you some advice which was to just tackle and try to keep your spots away from her. Reason is she maybe a tough ler but she isn't the strongest. That could work, but still it wasn't enough to ease your fears. There wasn't enough time to freak out, the last mission was done and all that's left was to insert their chips in their devices in each room. Short problem, only five minutes remained before the tagger would win.

Eunchae: There isn't enough time! What are we going to do?

Chaewon: I'll do something, just wait for me. Let's go Y/n.

Chaewon takes your hand and takes you to the secret corners of the hallway rooms to wait. For good luck she gives you a kiss on the cheek, seeing that affection gives you motivation. She opened one of the room, which caught Yunjin's attention on purpose. You took a deep breath, this was much worst than your big fear of stage fright. When she was struggling to unlock the door you surprised her by tickling her sides until she fell. She was confused by the sight of seeing you in the game, but it took no time for you to pin her down and tickle her. You didn't exactly know her ticklish spots, so instead you went for the ticklish spots she tickles you but it was more rougher. The embarrassed look she had of the time ticking and her being tickled bought such revenge in you. All you wanna do is tickle her ticklish tummy forever while saying corny jokes to her.

Y/n: Is this a perfect time to ask why the chicken crossed the road?

Yunjin: SHUT UPHAHAHHAAHAH!

Y/n: I can't, you're too cute.

Such a wholesome cute moment in a place that's causing so much pressure. Like you were teasing her in a room with all red counting down from two minutes. Yunjin was done with the teasing and wanted to wrestle you to the door. She had to play rough, so you did the same. Expect you can do a carbon copy of her tickle tricks right on her. Kazuha was right, she maybe an evil ler but damn her strength lacks. You had her foot stuck on your arm, able to tickle her foot but went for under her knee. Just in this exact moment you realized Yunjin shared the same secret spot with you. And realized that in seconds before doom she's begging like you. Hoping that kisses would soften you, but instead you snuck your hand under her knee and tickled it. She was laughing hysterically, while you were loving every second of it. You added more teases to be extra and tickled her thighs and then squeezing her tummy.

Yunjin: STOPSTOPHAHHAHHAHAGAG YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT!!

Y/n: This is a lesson for being so evil all the time Huh Yunjin.

Even when the five minutes were up, and Yunjin lost the game the adrenaline was still there, running on 50 percent left. Why not end this the same why Yunjin ends her tickle torture with you. A simple kiss on the cheek, then going crazy on her armpits. Her laugh was getting louder to where all the members could hear it. It made them proud that you had such a wild side to attack the biggest ler in their group. After the attacks of every spot that drove Yunjin crazy you're adrenaline was powering off.

Yunjin: PLEASEPLEASEHAHHAHAHA!

Y/n: Alright my cute baby, I'll stop.

You got off of her, as well as helping her up. You went backstage to brush her hair that got tangled from the tickle fight. The treat, besides loads of kisses was your favorite meal. Yunjin was never mad at you destroying her because she would've done the same thing to win. From the footage you two were fighting to the deaths to be the ler, which made the girls proud of you. Especially if none of them would ever be capable enough to do it. You wish there could be a chance to do more tickle games. If so, Eunchae and Kazuha would have to play the part of lers. After making a few jokes everyone got into a food coma, you and Yunjin were the only ones awake. Yunjin was poking you, then you poked her back but nothing major happened. Which made you pout, this was the usual ritual before you get tickles from Yunjin.

Y/n: Are you upset at me? Sorry I got too harsh in tickling you?

Yunjin: Kinda....

Y/n: Sorry, I won't do it again.

She pokes you again, such words shouldn't be said again. She kisses your cheek, knowing that she didn't mean you make you upset. For a few minutes you were sad, but soon you were pretending to get more kisses out of Yunjin. Such a cute glasses and hoodie look makes you shy and crave kisses. Once she said the magic word of soft tickles you were already smiling. She caught on your little act of pretending to be sad. You went on her lap and made sure her hands were set on your tummy. But she didn't do any tickles, instead her mind was thinking of harsh revenge.