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the-silentium · 3 years

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A story of shirts

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - The survivor - Part 4 - Epilogue

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader, Hunter x Reader, Crosshair x Reader

Words: 2774 words

Warnings: TESTOSTERONE.

A/N: Reader’s native language is *roll drum* French! Really original, I know! Translations will be at the end of the chapter ~

Taglist: @haloangel391

"You gonna eat that?" Wrecker asked from your right, his chubby pointer finger signaling to your half-eaten piece of bread.

"Yeah." You confirmed, taking more of the ration pack, reaching for the bread to illustrate.

"Too bad." He stole the piece before you got a hold of it, hurrying to stuff it in his mouth as soon as you reached forward to take it back.

"Wreck! It was mine!" You whined, hitting his shoulder multiple times in retaliation.

"Cut it out." Hunter called from his spot on the other side of the fire, shooting the both of you an unimpressed glance over his water canteen.

"But he-!" You cut yourself, not wanting to pout like a baby, instead taking a deep breath in and planning your revenge like a petulant child.

You've been with the Batchers for a good year, flying them around different systems, perfecting your flying skills as well as developing some basic medical ones to help them when needed.

So far, no one from the GAR noticed that you were a fraud among the army, letting you enough time to read about the GAR and become more familiar with the whole system and chain of command. You had now all the knowledge necessary to keep the lie going without a hitch. Hell, even Cody never connected the dots.

Over time the relationships between you and each of the boys improved to the point where Wrecker would call you his vod'ika and you'd call him your frangin.

Tech exploited his extended knowledge to gain a serious advantage over his brothers once a month. He would generously share his secret stash of candies with you whenever the first day of your period started (you were sure he did that to stay in your good favors and keep your irritation away from himself - which was working, fortunately for him).

Crosshair would share some of his precious secrets blackmails so you could use them when the others were being annoying shits and kindly taught you how to properly shoot with blasters so you could defend yourself better.

Hunter used you as his personal enhanced senses painkiller, meaning that he'd requisition you for an hour when his head felt like it was on the verge of exploding from overstimulation, sit on the floor facing you, lean his head on your chest and listen to you singing a soft lullaby in your native tongue.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Wrecker getting up from his seat on the ground beside you to get to the ship, passing right behind you to get to his destination. Swiftly, you straightened your hand, turned around and pushed the back of his knee forward to bend it with ease.

Smirking, you admired your handy work when Wrecker yelped in surprise that his knee just gave up underneath him and crashed to the ground.

You laughed wholeheartedly, covering Crosshair's snickers who watched you the whole time because he knew you'd serve his brother a good payback for taking your precious food.

"You want to fight vod'ika?" Wrecker asked jokingly from his kneeled position a few feet away.

"Bring it on frangin!" You replied, pushing your dry rations down your throat with a big gulp of water. That was something else that took some time to get used to. Tasteless water meant good water. Don't spit the good water.

"Here we go again." Sighed Tech, rolling his eyes at banter.

"Don't be a grinch, Tech. That's Crosshair's role." You flicked his shoulder and ignored Cross glare to get up and meet the big man who instantly went to poke your side.

He'd learned his lesson a while ago when he punched your shoulder playfully and let you a gigantic bruise on your skin that lasted for weeks. Hunter genuinely thought that he'd hit you hard (he did, but Wrecker was excited, so you weren't mad) leading to the 'no hitting your teammates' rule. Wrecker felt bad for a while but soon you got him to cheer up and instead of fake fights, you'd do poking fights.

Jumping to the side, you moved your foot behind his knee to repeat your previous trick, effectively making him fall on one knee and pushed him on his back with all your strength.

As soon as he was on his back you poked his stomach, not too hard to make him sick, he just ate after all, but enough to mark your point.

"That's for my bread!" You laughed, dodging his hands trying to grasp yours to stop you from assaulting his abdomen.

He finally got a grab of your wrists, joined them in one of his hands and attacked your sides with his free hand, poking to the right places to have you yelp and trash around.

"Stop! Stop!" You shrieked, pulling on your arms to free them.

"As you wish." He grinned, opening his hand when you pulled with all your might, your elbows hitting your own abdomen and emptying your lungs from their precious air.

You groaned for a few seconds, recovering from the blow sprawled over Wrecker's chest unceremoniously. His laugh resonated through your body, the vibrations shaking your bones and making your teeth clash together.

"Still wanna fight?" He teased, head lifted from the ground to meet your unimpressed gaze.

"Enough for tonight." Hunter cut you off as you opened your mouth to sass him back.

Closing your mouth without another word, you rolled your eyes and got to your feet, following Wrecker inside the ship to retrieve an extra layer to keep you comfortable under the stars.

You walked past Wrecker who stopped at the fresher, to enter the barracks to rummage under your pillow for Hunter's top blacks he threw at you the night prior.

He noticed that you often stole his blacks whenever you felt cold at night in the ship, sliding under the fabric only when you thought they were asleep. You always made sure to replace it before he woke up, always neatly folded like it never left. But he knew. Your scent lingered on the fabric, a fact you forgot to think about, not that he minded. After a couple of times, he started to simply throw the blacks at your face before laying down on his bed. He knew you never got used to the cold of space, your skin remembering the constant warmth of the jungle, letting you vulnerable to any change of temperature.

You slipped the blacks over your head, the fabric covering your three-quarter sleeve shirt without a hitch and offering you the extra warmth needed for you to be able to find sleep instead of chattering teeth for the whole night.

Now ready to go out and bury yourself under your blanket near the fire, you walked out with a pep in your step, eager to lay down and relax for the remaining hours before a new assignment arrived and forced you all away on some dangerous mission.

"Acceptin' the markin'?" Wrecker appeared from the fresher, wiping his hands on his pants.

"What?" You stopped, confused at his question. Did you have ink on your face or something?

"He means this." Crosshair answered for his brother, walking further into the ship to pinch the shoulder of the blacks on his way to his bunk where he retrieved an extra blanket for himself.

"What about it?"

"You're only wearin' Hunter's." He remarked, toothpick dancing between his lips.

"Wrecker's are way too big and you'd strangle me with the sleeves if I took yours." You pointed out, a hand moving to your hip. What was his point?

"Why not Tech's?" He approached closer, clearly trying to intimidate you. It may have worked in the beginning but this era was long gone.

"Last time I did he started hiding them so I wouldn't do it again. What is this about?" The two of them shared a look and you knew they had information you didn't, and the mere idea of it made your heart speed up a bit.

"It wasn't Tech who hid them." Crosshair faced you again, his arms crossing at his chest, the blanket folded over one of his arms. "It was Hunter."

It took you seconds to connect the dot and make sense of everything. Hunter started throwing you his blacks the night after you borrowed Tech's and after that, you couldn't find his anywhere again. You'd accepted the gesture and never questioned it afterward, simply thinking that he cared about your sleeping habits or something.

He did care. But for a totally different reason.

"He's jealous." You whispered, eyes widening to Crosshair's delight.

At the back of your mind, a part of you was melting, the sergeant's possessiveness flattering you to no end, although another part of you found it was stupid to be jealous of his brother. You noted to talk to him about that later, but you were sure that the subject would arise rather sooner than later if the mischievous glint in the sniper's eyes was anything to go by.

"He is. So you'll wear this instead." He took a top of his blacks from within the blanket and shoved it onto your chest until you picked it up.

"Your blacks? Wait. Are you angry at him or somethin'?" You eyed the fabric in your hands, rolling the hem between your fingers. This wasn't a good idea. There were ulterior motives to his actions. Always.

"Just wanna see him boilin'." He replied, rolling his head on the side a bit.

"You wanna call him on his bullshit." You pointed out, one eyebrow slowly lifting in the air, unimpressed.

He didn't respond but his smirk told you enough, and the longer he held your gaze, the wider the grin creeping its way onto your lips became. Yes, you had feelings for the dark-haired clone, but you were fundamentally a prankster. Always in for a good laugh. Plus, what problems can a shirt do? It's a shirt!

You removed Hunter's blacks, keeping a hold of your undershirt so you wouldn't show too much to your brothers and quickly slipped into the new shirt. Sadly, the sleeves were a bit tight so you had to adjust your undershirt sleeves but you manage to replace them easily.

You rolled Hunter's black into a ball and throw it onto your bed.

"Don't be mean." You threatened Crosshair with a finger under his chin.

"And you don't drool all over it." He took his toothpick from his lips to poke your fingers with it. You hissed and he threw it away.

You walked out with Cross at your side, Wrecker choosing to walk before you so you would all be close enough to see the shift in Hunter's expression. If the boys were right, that is.

Unfortunately, Hunter seemed too engrossed in his conversation with Tech to notice your shirt so as soon as you all sat onto your respective blankets, yours placed between Wrecker's and Tech's, you leaned slightly forward toward Crosshair.

"Thanks for the shirt Cross!" You smiled at him.

In the corner of your eyes, you noticed Hunter straighten, head moving to you despite Tech still addressing him. Cross grunted in acknowledgment, already watching Hunter and was clearly enjoying what he saw.

Your eyes moved to the sergeant's, who was now deeply frowning, too concentrated on analyzing your shirt that he didn't notice the four pairs of eyes scrutinizing his face, three playful, one confused.

"What's wrong?" Tech asked, head-turning to you to see what disturbed him that much. As soon as his eyes fell on you he knew. And you felt stupid for being the last one to notice that this was happening. "Ah." That you've been stupid enough to let yourself fall into a territorial fight.

"Not to your liking, Sarge?" Crosshair sassed, enjoying the tightness in his brother's jaw.

You started to feal really bad. And confused. Was Crosshair really interested in you too? You knew Hunter cared about you, the kisses, the hugs, the moments of vulnerability shared with one another, they all told you that you meant something more. But Crosshair’s behavior really started to contradict everything you thought you knew about him.

"What's that?" He turned to confront his brother, catching on to the fact that he'd been played as soon as he registered the smugness coating Crosshair's face.

"Cut the crap. 's just a shirt." He rolled his eyes at Hunter's barely concealed annoyance. But it wasn't just a shirt. Not to them.

It started to dawn on you that this was a terrible idea and that you've been played and that- oh shit Hunter's fingers closed to form a fist entangled in his blanket.

"Stop right there." You hurried to cut Hunter's words that you just knew would start a bickering war. You had to stop it before it could deteriorate to something bad because you didn't trust Crosshair to not put oil on the fire and hit every single one of his brother's nerves. To top it all, he was the one right next to Hunter. This was getting dangerous.

" 'm not wearin' anyone's shirt."

You removed the blacks, ignoring the concert of grumbles telling you not to, rolled it in a ball, switched the ball with Tech's and used it as your personal pillow. You laid down on your back and pulled the blanket tightly around yourself, eying the stars above like you used to on Fors.

You seemed to have done the right thing, because the rest followed your example, Tech's head burying itself in his new pillow inches from yours. A yelp from Crosshair soon followed by a smack in retaliation made you sigh, effectively cutting short their childish behaviors.

It took a couple of minutes until the sergeant heard what he was waiting for, a soft clattering muffled by the blanket covering your mouth, the sound of your hands moving up and down your arms in hope of creating warmth and your irregular breathing that you controlled enough to keep it down but not enough to keep it steady.

The boys had fallen asleep, Wrecker's snores echoing between the trees around, Crosshair's and Tech's soft regular breathings were easy to distinguish.

"Y/N." He called softly to not wake his brothers, his eyes already on your subtly shaking form. "I know you're cold."

You turned your head in his direction, frowning.

"So? I won't get the shirt back on." You whispered, gaze moving to Tech to make sure he was still sleeping.

"Good. C'mere." He lifted the corner of his blanket, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Sharing your blanket to prove yourself better, now?"

"Just…" He pointed to the spot next to him with his head. "C'mere."

You huffed while sitting up to look around, the three remaining clones were still out, their peaceful face illuminated by the dying fire in the center of your circle. Carefully, you got up with the fabric tightly wrapped around your shoulders, stepping over Tech's hand and reached the offered spot.

Immediately you felt the warmth radiating off him and like a moth to a flame, you wrapped yourself around him without shame because you needed this. And because it was so unfair that he could regulate his temperature while you couldn't, so you decided that he had to share.

Clearly, he didn't mind, his arms sneaking around your waist to keep you close and offer you more of his body heat, his head leaning down a bit to breathe in your bewitching smell and place a kiss onto your hair just as you snuggled closer and leaned your head onto his chest, one of your legs sneaking between his to get more comfortable.

"Better?" His chest rose and downed slowly, unlike the beating of his heart beneath your fingertips. This was the first time you had this much contact with each other, the feeling not lost on either of you.

"Yeah." You moved your head to place a kiss under his jaw and reposition yourself. "Didn't know he even liked me." You whispered, finger moving in circles over his heart, asking yourself how did this happen?

"He liked you after our first time on Fors. He was a goner after the second time." He explained truthfully, the memory of the second trip onto this godforsaken planet made him shiver in dread. How people could live in this hell was beyond his comprehension.

You noticed his reaction and automatically reached up to dissipate the trauma with a slow movement of your fingers over his cheeks.

"But I was there first." He smirked, arms tightening around you somewhat.

"Don't start." You smacked his chest softly to which he quietly laughed.

Frangin = Brother

Next part here: A story of having each other’s back

#bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #clone force 99 #star wars #clone wars #murphy day

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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A Warrior’s Heart | Phase 1: Welcome - 2

Girls’ Night

Summary: Ife begins her first ‘mission’ with the help of her friends.

Warnings: Swearing, Excessive Partying, Some Angst

Rating: Explicit/18+

Word Count: 4,145

Main Pairing: Stucky x Black!OFC (Ifekerenma ‘Ife’)

Characters: Ifekerenma, Wanda, Natasha, and Ife’s friends

A/N: I’m sorry that it’s been a while since my last chapter. Please practice self-care, everyone! Also, thanks to everyone who has given me feedback. Dividers were created by the wonderful @firefly-graphics! Check them out!

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(late May 2015)

“Ah, that hits the spot!” Ife moaned as she submerged into her heated circular indoor pool.

So far the team has treated her well enough given how her first 24 hours went. No one had any major negative emotional echoes coming off of them and they even talked to her, especially Steve and Sam.

Her first mission was mostly a success.

The team was able to stop and apprehend the Macedonian weapons smuggler, Branko Stojanoski, before he made it to Paris with HYDRA/Chitauri stockpiles.

One would think that would be enough, but it left Ife with more questions. Why did some of the weapons look like Magitech? Why did one of the female combatants feel like more than human, like Natasha?

She needed to inform Eliza.

After Ife finished her R&R, she made her way to the Common Room only to find Wanda practicing her powers while flying. Well, trying to anyway.

Ife had always felt that Wanda’s methods were lacking which made sense. Both Wanda and Pietro got their powers ten months ago when Strucker and HYDRA experimented on them. They’ve never really had the chance to practice, surrounded either by vicious idiots or well-meaning comrades who were seriously out of their depth.

Perhaps she would be the best place to start.

Wanda was trying to levitate herself while taking apart the steel cube again with no luck. She couldn’t get herself in the ‘right mindset’ which was just aw well since she was always surrounded by chaos.

Their parents tried to shield both her and Pietro from the chaos outside their sanctuary of the apartment building. She even had friends in Angelika and Emil. They would pretend that they were exploring an enchanted forest and other fairy tale adventures. Pietro would join in when coaxed by Angelika (Wanda knew he liked her).

They were in their own little paradise...until the bombs came.

Wanda just got back from playing with Angelika and the music box that she got for her tenth birthday. Her mother was preparing Pietro’s favorite dinner when they heard the blaring of alarms and evacuation orders. Her father hurried them to the door, but their mother forgot to turn off the oven. He went back for her when the mortar shell hit their home.

Both of their parents died instantly. She and Pietro huddled together under the table for dear life when the second bomb landed four meters in front of them. They were in that position for two days wondering if the rescue efforts would sign their death warrants, all while glowering at the words engraved on the missile.

STARK INDUSTRIES

When the rescuers finally got them out, they found out that they were the only ones to survive the bomb raids. One of the rescuers handed Wanda Angelika’s music box thinking it was hers.

They attended their first Anti-US Imperialism protest three weeks later.

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Years passed and Wanda would sporadically spare a thought for her parents, Emil and Angelika. She kept wondering what they would do if they were in her place. Somedays the only she could remember Angelika was when she played the music box.

One day, a man simply known as List approached them after yet another protest of a craven leader. List said that he could give them the power to end all the revolutions and strife in Sokovia.

Frustrated with the lack of progress, she and Pietro agreed to the experiments along with 212 other volunteers. Once again, they were the only ones to survive.

List and Strucker subjected them to painful and demeaning ‘tests of strength’ not two days after they received their powers.

Both their hatred for HYDRA and their yearning to be free grew in the coming months. She almost gave up, until one day in early March when the Avengers finally found the base.

This was their chance.

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It wasn’t hard to plant a seed of chaos into Tony Stark. He already had one foot in the proverbial hero’s grave already. To be honest, she was surprised at how quickly the Avengers turned on each other. Witnessing their inner anguish was just desserts.

The problem was that it worked too well.

Sure, it was fair game to go after Tony, but Bruce? In retrospect, setting the Hulk loose on Istanbul was a low blow.

And Seoul….where to begin.

As soon as she caught a glimpse of the mass extinction Ultron desired, she knew they fucked up big time.

She and Pietro only wanted the Avengers and the US to fall, not wipe out all life on Earth! They knew that they had to swallow their pride and hate if Earth wasn’t going to have an unexpected turn of events (i.e. everything going the way of the Dodo).

Thankfully, the total death count was three (especially since reports put the worst-case scenario at least 15,000).

Although sometimes Wanda wondered if her drive for revenge was worth it.

“Hi, Wanda! How’s it going?”

Wanda snapped out of her thoughts and turned around to find Ife with a warm smile.

She didn’t know what to think of Ife at first. Okay, besides the fact that she consumed enough food to feed a village in under two hours, she was kind. More importantly, she feared neither her nor her brother. She started cooking for the team and staff (turned out she’s what Sam calls a ‘supreme chef’), and would answer questions they had about non-humans. It’s just that something seemed amiss about her and the way she answered the questions like she’s hiding something.

Wanda returned the smile, “Not much.” Just trying to get a simple task done.

Ife pressed her lips together in contemplation, “I was wondering if you would like some help training. I’ve seen you practice by yourself and,” she hesitated for few seconds, ”well I figured you would like some help, or at least the company.”

“I would like that.”

“Great! Give me ten minutes.” And with that, Ife flew out of the room.

“Okay, this is a magic gauge. Homo Magi and other Non-Humans use it to see where a person is power-wise.” Ife explained as Wanda approached the peculiar object.

The gauge was made of glass (at least Wanda hoped it was glass), double-gourd in shape with floral engravings.

It glowed Venetian Red with the intensity increasing the closer Wanda got. The glow’s color quickly turned Burnt Maroon then Red Ink once she touched it. Soon she felt a pull from the gauge as if it was reaching into her mind. Her anxiety flared up and Ife pulled her out of the way as the gauge exploded.

“Well, um...do you want to take a break and continue tomorrow? I’m so sorry about that, Wanda.”

“It’s alright. I’ll see you around dinner.”

“Okay.”

“So, um how to put this...we might have a problem,” Ife stated as her friend group met virtually to discuss what to do for Girl’s Night.

“What is it, Ife?” Ashtoreth asked.

“Did they find out about your room? Or about the time when-”

“Okay, Djamila,” Itzel interjected, “Please continue.”

Ife shot Itzel a grateful grin, “Thanks ltzel. So you know how Eliza Maza tasked me with aiding the Avengers?”

“Yeah, so they can help us in the future? Figured someone from BNA would ask ya. Didn’t think it would be so soon.” Azeneth noted.

“Makes sense, they’ve been trying to get in with them for years now-” Mayumi started.

“Back to the direct topic at hand, is it possible that a few of you could help Wanda Maximoff?”

“The new Homo Magi that has the Magic Council up in arms?” Marama guessed as Ife grabbed the footage from earlier.

“Yeah. Take a look at this. I think we might have a problem on our hands.”

Ife watched as her friends’ expressions shifted from mild amusement to sad and worried. Except for Djamila and Gulmira, they had a good chuckle.

“I think Wanda has an affinity towards chaos magic, specifically reality-warping and possibly Hex Bolts. She might have more, I couldn’t tell. She’s more powerful than the Magic Council originally guessed. Although, that’s not the problem here.”

“She’s mentally and emotionally unstable,” Nermin stated.

“Right to the point, I see,” Marjani commented while examining her fingernails.

“Exactly. I fear that she may become a danger to herself and the planet.”

“And all of BNA’s hard work goes up in flames. So, what do you want to do, Ife?”

Ife bit her thumbnail in contemplation, “We have to train her. I can show her some of the basics, but the rest of us will have to train Wanda before she hurts herself. She’s barely making it on her own and let’s face it, no one else here knows fuck all about magic .”

“Hot in looks but clueless when it comes to magic and Non-Human affairs.”

“I wouldn’t say completely clueless, Azeneth.” Ife corrected, “I showed them ‘The Basic Bitch’s Guide’ and I’ve answered any basic question regarding Non-Humans. They’re not up to speed on BNA, but at least they know about dragons, yokai, and the Fae.”

“Ok. So, it’s safe to say that you’ll be keeping a tight lid on the UA, right?”

Ife sighed and offered Marama a small frown, “Yes. And it would be best that you do as well. Please?”

“No problem, Ife.” Ashtoreth assured her while the rest of the group nodded,” Now that we’ve settled the Wanda Matter, What are we going to do in celebration of Xiomara’s grand opening?”

Several days passed and Wanda was making great progress in her magical studies with Ife (after Ife promised to make it up to her). She was getting the hang of levitation and flight as well as basic Magical Energy Manipulation in the form of force fields, telekinesis, illusions, and some basic spells.

It was nice to not have to rely on her anger nearly as much. Though she couldn’t access Ife’s mind. Not that she meant to, it was an accident.

Maybe in time, Ife will let her.

“Hey, Wanda. I was wondering,” Ife bit her thumbnail as she’s want to do, “Do you want to come to Girl’s Night with me this Saturday? One of my friends, Xiomara, just founded and opened her own design studio! The rest of us wanted to celebrate. I figured it would a great chance to introduce you to my friend group and have some time away from the Compound.”

Wanda lowered her head in thought. It would be nice to meet Ife’s friends and connect with individuals who don’t fear her. Getting off the Compound would be a great bonus.

“Sure. On one condition: Natasha has to come as well.”

“Okay.”

After asking (slight begging) Natasha to join them for Girls’ Night, the trio agreed to meet outside of Ife’s quarters around 6:30 PM.

Natasha gently grabbed one of Wanda’s hands, “Relax, It’ll be fine.”

“I know. It’s just-”

At that moment, Ife stepped out into the hallway looking well, strikingly different. She was wearing a gold and sapphire mid-thigh length African wax print dress done in detailed petal designs. Most of her long Midnight Purple hair was in a single braid with a high, single wrap around the back of the head and a single row of gold bands down the middle of her scalp that she divided into three parts with a comb.

It was nice and a little weird seeing her outside of her uniform and tactical gear. She looked gorgeous!

“You came!” Ife beamed as she gave Wanda and Natasha a hug, “You look lovely,” she added noting their attire. Natasha was sporting a Faux Leather Mini Skirt with a Wine colored deep v-neck top. Wanda was dressed in a Spartan Crimson Deep V Bodice Satin Short A-Line dress.

“You look ravishing! You should be out of your normal gear more often!” Natasha praised as Ife frowned ever so slightly.

“Well, aren’t you going to let us in?” Wanda asked sensing Ife’s discomfort.

“Of course! Come in.” And with that, Ife welcomed the two heroines into her ‘apartment’.

“You do realize that we’re having our Girls’ Night in your room from now on, right?” Natasha insisted as she and Wanda entered Ife’s living quarters.

“I figured,” Ife muttered as she turned to look at her teammates, “I know I sound like an asshole for asking this, but could you not tell the others yet?”

“Well, you agreed to let us frequent the room for our own Girls’ Night, so yes.” Wanda decided as the trio came to stop in front of a 20ft (6.1m) spherical door with an Art Nouveau design.

“Okay. Let me put in the codes and we’ll be on our way.”

“Make sure to get all the characters this time, Ife. You don’t’ want them to wait for 30 minutes like last time.” A pretty deep, easy-going masculine voice chimed in.

“What-” Wanda started.

“Oh, that’s BEBOP, my AI. He’s like FRIDAY or JARVIS, but cooler.”

“A lot cooler,” the voice said before materializing in front of the women,” Let’s try this again. Technically, my name is BEBOP, but you can call me Spike.” The holographic man was tall (6’4” / 1.93m), lean and athletic in build, had a fluffy mop of dark green hair, light brown eyes, and wore a navy blue leisure suit with the sleeves rolled up.

“So you created Spike?”

“I made BEBOP, but he named himself Spike,” Ife explained as she tried her darnedest to enter the codes before Spike embarrassed her.

“She also has six patents for-”

“Got it! After you, ladies.” Ife announced as the door glowed Pale Gold and opened in a spiral motion.

The door opened to a coffee shop that wouldn’t be out of place in the ‘hipster corner’ of an urban neighborhood.

“Hello. What can I do for you three?” The barista greeted as they raised their head out of the book they were reading and smiled at the trio.

Ife glanced at the chalkboard menu, “I would like a medium Lemongrass Twilight Tea please.”

The barista’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly, “Seems strange for the season.”

“I know, but one should enjoy the simple things in life while they last.”

The barista seemed to like Ife’s reply because Wanda heard the ding of an elevator to her left.

“Enjoy your evening ladies.” The barista said as Ife dropped $100 into the tip jar.

The elevator was a lot bigger on the inside with its interior having a modern Victorian design.

“What’s wrong?” Ife asked as the elevator’s doors closed behind her.

“Nothing.” Natasha replied as she did a quick scan to see if any ‘funny business’ was about to go down.

“Relax and enjoy the ride,” Ife assured as the elevator started to speed up its descent after a few minutes.

The elevator’s interior got larger and larger until a voice announced that the elevator would be entering ‘Pod Mode’. Automated controls and windows started forming at the front and sides of the now morphed elevator interior.

“You might want to strap in,” Ife advised as three seats formed from the now pod floor.

The pod paused in its descent and accelerated forward on what seemed to be high-speed rail tracks.

Wanda looked out the windows in awe as she started to see a floating light, then a floating landmass, then buildings Wanda only saw in fantasy/sci-fi novels and concept art.

“Welcome to Nephetz, ladies,” Ife announced sensing Wanda’s wonder and Natasha’s subtle amusement.

Hopefully, they’ll like her friends.

Twenty minutes after Ife made her soft announcement, the trio arrived at the number one club in Nephetz, Zenaida.

Ife walked up to the bouncer, a troll in sleek obsidian armor, and showed them her invite.

“Welcome to Zenaida, ladies.” the bouncer greeted them as Ife led her fellow Avengers past the threshold.

Wanda gasped at what was before her.

The club’s interior was massive, to say the least. The first thing to hit her was the giant floating orb over the center of the dance floor. It had stage lights shooting out pinks and light blues orbiting around it like satellites and what looked to be five women dancing on a stage about 33’ (10.1m) above the orb. A DJ stage was set in the far left of the dance floor with sparkling mist flowing beneath it. Around the dance floor was a body of water containing spectacular coral reefs and grottos with what seemed to be mermaids, tritons, nymphs, and Aquatic Atlanteans dancing in it. Above the main dance floor were 25 floating islands with magically sustained clouds underneath them. All around the club were glowing orbs much smaller than the one above the dance floor.

All in all, it was probably the coolest place Wanda’s ever seen.

“Ife! Finally, you’re here!” a tall, dark-haired woman in a black PU Jumpsuit with a maroon oak crop jacket walked up and pulled Ife into a short hug.

“Salam, Nermin! I see you’ve made it early.” Ife remarked as Nat softly elbowed her upper arm.

“Right! Nermin, these are my teammates, Natasha Romanova and Wanda Maximoff. Natasha, Wanda, this is Nermin Ozana Negrescu. She was the one who helped me in Novi Grad.”

Nermin held out her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both! Ife has told us much about you.”

“Good things I hope.” Nat prodded as she shook Nermin’s hand.

“The best,” Ife assured.

“Well, we have one of the VIP Islands for Xio’s bash. Let’s go!” Nermin announced as a self-driving group hoverboard descended in front of them.

“All aboard!”

The floating island had about 40 people lounging around different tables and booths with the largest one having 17 people around it.

“Ife!” The island’s occupants cheered when the hoverboard dropped off the group.

“Late again, I see,” a woman in a Cardin Green asymmetrical maxi dress with a plunging V-neckline, padded shoulders, and long sleeves.

“I know, I know. Husna, I already got it from Nermin at the entrance. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Ife. We know.” Husna reassured Ife as they made their way to the big table.

“Everyone,” Ife announced making the table’s occupants turn their heads, “Sorry I’m late,” everyone groaned, “I know. But, I would like you all to meet two of my new teammates, Natasha Romanova and Wanda Maximoff.”

Everyone on the island crowded around the duo effectively pushing Ife to the sidelines.

Wanda felt it was a bit surreal meeting Ife’s friends. All of them looked happy to see her, not the mixed looks of fear, hatred, and disgust that most people (outside the team) would give her.

{{Ife sure has a lot of friends.}} Wanda thought almost bitterly.

Ife’s friends, or ‘crew’ as she calls them, were an eccentric group of demigoddess, Fae, Homo Magi, Homo Superius, Demons, Jinn, Orcs, and Succubae.

Their names were: Caterina IsmeneMetaxas, Itzel Erna Alondra Losnedahl (Arnesdottir), Batari Moon, Thiri Rajvir Sharma, Marama Zehra Arslan-Avci, Ashtoreth Marceline Sabah-Faucher, Nermin Ozana Negrescu, Djamila Ijebusomma Ngozika Amantea, Azeneth Esperanza Zoraida Ramirez, Gulmira Eriayomi Hendrix, Mayumi Filippovna Lebedeva, Marjani Subira Xun, Husna Meadhra Al-Hashim, Astridr Kara Signe Losnedahl (Bjørnsdottir), Xiomara Ekundayo Jimenez, Aghavni Jamshidi, and Lakshmi Hamasaki.

((Here are the face claims for Ife’s friends))

When she got past the ethereal glitz and glamour, Wanda realized that these women were quite funny and nerdy, like Ife.

Maybe her heart had room for a few more friends.

“I can see why you’re worried.” Azeneth stated as she and Ife were watching Wanda being the center of attention, “I can feel her anxiety from the threshold.”

“I know. Do you think you can help her?”

“We talked about her before you arrived. Djamila, Nermin, Nazaret, and I will train her if she’ll have us.”

“I’m sure she’ll have you. Thanks, Azeneth.”

“No problem. Although, there has been talk amongst the Magic Council about her. Strange is doing his best, but there are others who want to bring Wanda in.”

Ife frowned remembering the Magic Council’s need for control. This wouldn’t be the first time her crew has ruffled a few of their feathers.

“So, did BNA find anything about the Magitech info I sent them?” Ife asked in reference to the Branko assignment.

“Nothing yet, I’m afraid. It seems that HYDRA’s not dead just yet.”

Ife pressed her lips together in annoyance,” Thanks anyway.”

Azeneth noted Ife’s choice of words,” It looks like it’s time for the toasts.”

“To Xiomara! May all your dreams be fulfilled and the well of your creativity never runs dry!” Caterina proclaimed to the crowd.

“Here, Here!” the crowd cheered as everyone down another shot of Zenaida’s House Fireballs (Nat and Wanda had a lighter version).

“To Xio Labs!” Djamila shouted as the crowd downed another round of Fireballs and Xiomara got up to speak.

“Thank you, everyone! It has been a rough couple of years, but it was worth it. And with your support, it will be glorious!” Xiomara exclaimed to thunderous applause and the raising of glasses.

“Alright, time to dance!” Lakshmi trumpeted as she, Djamila, and Marjani coaxed everyone to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll follow,” Ife reassured Wanda and Natasha when they noticed her hanging back on the VIP Island.

Ife flew down to the dance floor once everyone else got off their VIP Island. She found Lakshmi up to her usual shenanigans (flirting with a female Undine). Wanda was dancing with Batari, Aghavni, Djamila, and Gulmira while finally easing her nerves (that’s a win in her book).

A couple of guys tried to flirt with Wanda, but Batari and Gulmira shooed them away.

Ife spied Natasha checking out Renata Labriola, a drider, in her human form.

Ife’s plan seemed to be working perfectly.

“So, are you ready to let loose?”

Ife groaned as she awoke on a super comfy couch. She didn’t remember what happened after that question was asked. It was probably Djamila getting back at her for Spring Break.

“Figures she would do that,” Ife muttered to herself as the Woman of the Hour waltzed into the room with Natasha and Wanda in tow.

“Nice to see that you’re awake,” Djamila stated in a sing-song manner that made Ife want to throw a pillow at her.

In good fun of course.

“Neat.” Ife deadpanned followed by a mirthless chuckle when Djamila pointed to the time.

“You looked and felt pretty tense during the toasting so I gave you a gentle push to loosen you up a bit. It worked and you were the center of the dance floor for about an hour, flew up and danced on the platform above the orb, made-”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Ife interrupted too embarrassed to know what happened next.

“Fine,” Djamila raised her hands up in submission, “After your escapades, you and your teammates were wiped and I had the three of you crash at my place for a few hours.”

“Thanks, Djamila.”

“Just so you know, now we’re even.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ife grumbled as she got her things.

“Okay, let’s head back.”

The trio passed the way back in relative silence, but a peaceful one instead of the stereotypical hangover groans and slight shame.

“How did you find last night?” Ife asked as they stepped into her quarters.

“It was great,” Wanda stated, happy that she found people who weren’t afraid of her. Perhaps she could ask Ife if they could help her with her powers.

Ife could hear the emotional echoes of excitement from Wanda and smiled knowing that she succeeded in her plans so far.

“That good. One more thing,” Ife paused, not knowing how to phrase the next bit of information,” the portal uses a time manipulation spell (and some other stuff) and well, the 15 hours we spent in Nephetz was about three hours on the Compound. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Right, good night, Ife.” Nat said as Ife led them to the door.

“Hey, Nat can I ask you something?” Ife queried when Wanda passed the threshold.

“Shoot.”

Ife pressed her lips together in contemplation, “Does the rest of the team know you’re 80 years old?”

*-Elsewhere-*

“How is our Danica faring?” A woman in black asked.

“She’s doing well, better than we expected.” A voice replied from the shadows.

“Good. Has Kaecillius and his team dealt with the Magic Council yet?”

“Not yet, Mistress. Though Jon Canmore has gotten his own show on CNN and Maximus has procured enough Terrigen Crystals for our plans.”

“I see. Have our allies in the Inter-Realm Parliament be informed of our progress.”

“Yes, Mistress. One last thing, Our sources believe that the French Ambassador is on to our plans.”

The woman sighed, “Have Yelena handle him. We can’t leave anything to chance now.”

“Of course, Mistress.” The voice uttered and left.

They’ve put so much into this and they can’t fail. Not when they’re so close.

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al-n-cartoons · 4 years

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Character Notes for "The Multiverse in a Blender"

Some of these characters are fairly similar in personality and how they speak, so I've been trying to figure out each way their personalities divulge. Please add onto this if you come up with anything (it would be helpful!).

Ben Tennyson: Easy go lucky, cheery, a person-pleaser, has a bit of a vanity streak, is sporty, is dorky, is very overworked, gets bored easily (I'm writing him as having ADHD and OCD), is a fantastic actor/schemer/opertunist. Puts his work above his health. Has an eidetic memory. Is an Aroflux omnisexual. His fashion tastes are a blend of punk and sporty, but the former isn't very socially acceptable in most settings so he tends to keep it to himself.

Rex Salazar: Is sporty, funny, and a bit temperamental. Has a definit rebellious streak and is impulsive, but has a rock-solid understanding of right and wrong. Basically, he'd be the one to punch someone in the face if he felt they deserved it. Is a heterosexual.

Bubbles: Overly excitable, naive, loves life and everything in it. Isn't very book smart, but is a force on the battle field (brute force, like Rex and Buttercup). Is a follower. Loves animals and violence (gets along well with Rex). She's a bit fascinated with the darker aspects of life, but is so cheery that most people view her aggression on the battle field as being ditzy. Is family and friend oriented. Is an aromantic asexual.

Buttercup: Has clearer morals than Bubbles and, although she is a definite punk, is overall less violent than Bubbles. Is competitive (hello, Ben and Rex) and wants to be sporty ("Ben, HOW DO YOU PLAY SOCCER!?). Is a bit rebellious and rude, but does wind up doing as Blossom instructs. Admires Ben's prowess in battle, and is learning from him how to tone down her destructiveness (which is a trait nearly all of her siblings naturally possess per the nature of their powers). Has never thought of her sexuality, and doesn't care to label herself. If she likes a guy, gal, etcetera, she likes 'em.

Blossom: the Sadsap charged with keeping her haywire siblings in check. Loves books, romance novels, and baking. Tries to be nice, but is also a realist (That painting is very colorful, Bubbles, but maybe we should keep the red inside of the people, okay?). Is very interested in healthy eating and loves trying to incorporate healthy stuff into her experimental baked goods (she doesn't use sugar or lipids very much, so her cooking tends to flop per taste and failure to hold in moisture). Is quizzical, sharp, and an opportunist. Isn't afraid to pummel someone if she felt there was need enough ("either you give me the code to disarm the bomb, or I turn your face into pulp.") She is a complete gay-panic.

Bliss: The oldest and second to least emotionally mature sister of the bunch. She tries to lead, but doesn't really know what she's doing. Loves to fight and can access her powers easily, but can't keep them from blowing up on people. Is prone to emotional outbursts and, per the nature of her powers, this is to her detriment. Isn't sociable and hates crowded places. Loves her siblings to bits and loves to bring Bubbles pieces of her foes (rocks, scales, strips of metal that had impaled them) to commemorate her victories. Thinks Danny's the sweetest little thing ("You like space? We can go there, like, right this second. 1-2-3 *zooms away, leaving a confused Danny behind*"). Ace and aro.

Dexter: The adopted brother of Bliss, Buttercupe, Blossom, and Bubbles. Is short-tempered and tends to sulk. Is inventive and technical; a fantastic creator of weaponry and anything of the like. Has a one-sided crush on Ben, but denies so much as liking the guy. Loves coffee but doesn't like to eat much, going so far as creating nutrition pills so as to bypass the affair ("The activity which you are suggesting, Blossom, is a waste of time.") Is a homosexual.

Danny Phantom: Is snarky and has a sardonic personality. Is more serious than some of his cohorts (looking at you, Rex and Bubbles) but loves to wisecrack and is VERY sassy. Is also extremely platonic, loving and trusting his two best friends (Sam and Tucker) with his life. Has a dorky flair for astronomy, and can recognize essentially every constellation in the sky (as well as quite a few of their stories). Has a crush in a character from his hometown, Valerie. Would punch someone in the face as payback, then forgive them for whatever they'd done to upset him or someone else. Is a trans heterosexual (bicurious, perhaps biromantic, but is not bisexual). Has claustrophobia.

Zak Saturday: Exceedingly compassionate and family-oriented, as well as highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and strategizing. Is very ingenious. Enjoys teasing and joking around, but will also nag someone if he thinks they're being idiotic (this makes it so that he and Rex are a bit at odds with one another). Is also great at finding common ground/compromising. Basically, he'd be the one fixing someone's broken nose and explaining to them where they went wrong, then give them a lollipop. Is dating Ben (they started at age 12) and gets along great with Blossom. Is pansexual.

Connie Maheswaran: Is both people smart and book smart, but lacks quite a bit of street knowledge. Is a considerable combatant, and has a quick wit, but would rather focus on the task at hand than joke around (she calls Danny and Ben out over this). Is kind and understanding, but not a pushover. Has a good head in her shoulders, and is good with details. After their universes fuse, she may take her various skills (hand-to-hand combat, acute intellect, interest in outer space) and apply them to the Plumbers as a long-term career.

Dipper Pines: Family-oriented, not very sociable with people of his age group. Is insecure around the others listed here (baring Mabel, for obvious reasons); sees himself as inferior since he's an intellectual and is incapable on the actual battle field (his words, not mine). Is incredibly smart, a technical thinker, and has a fantastic memory. Is a bi disaster half the time. LOVES to strategize and plot out the how and why for any problem. Loves gaming. Bites off more than he can chew. Keeps Mabel from hurting herself more often than either of them are willing to admit ("Mabel, that's a garbage disposal, not a slide. Mabe-MABEL!!!?") is a panromantic heterosexual. Has a long-distance relationship with Pacifica, but both of them are equally supportive so it's worked out thus far.

Mabel Pines: Family and friend oriented, is a bi disaster. Is an obscene romantic, which tends to leave her with her heart crushed, but she bounces back after a day or two. Is considerably strong, considering the fact that she's entirely human with no combat training, and is learning how to use hand-held weapons. Isn't very intuitive, but is very interpersonally smart. Is an animal lover, owning a pet pig and cat ("Dipper, look, my babies are cuddling!") (I didn't add the cat in, guys; episode one).

Steven Universe: Is the human teddy bear. He is a pacifist, meaning that he refuses to start fights or violence but isn't afraid to save someone from another or themselves. Tries to fix every problem but his own. Is a compulsive overexplainer and apologizer. His best friend is a lion, so people tend not to mess with him. Also, Lion likes to just lie atop Steven's van when they go places. He is compassionate, caring, loving, trusting, and has mommy issues (and also slight daddy issues, but barely). Trauma baby who only wants his girlfriend to succeed and for her to be happy (preferably with him nearby, but he tries to give her a respectful distance). He is a panromantic asexual.

Is that everyone? I think that's everyone.

Edit: I forgot Steven, guys. Had to edit him in.

#ben #ben 10 #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #Danny Phantom #Rex Salazar #Zak Saturday #Ben x Zak #PPG #Blossom #Buttercup #Bubbles #Bliss #Steven Universe

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harryskalechips · 4 years

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Too bad I’m attracted to you Part 2

A/n Hello I am back with this fat update. You know reading part 1 made me feel a bit bummy, I thougt it was poorly written. I hope this one isn’t as shitty. Anyways, enjoy today’s post has smut, fluff and a lot of angst hahaha

Part 1

Word count: 7336

2 years later.

Winter

“Large Iced Caramel coffee for Adeline!” The barista yells out in the busy coffee shop. I make my way through the busy crowd to pick up my order.

“Thank you.” I smile sweetly as I head straight out the door. Today was a busy day, I had just finished my 2nd lecture and I knew I had to make my way home now to study or else I’m going to fall back down in a rabbit hole of binge-watching my favourite show on Netflix.

I gather my phone and coffee in one hand as I rummage through my purse to find my keys to the apartment I lived in. I wouldn’t say I came from a rich family but my parents were hard workers who had very comfortable positions in their careers that they were able to get me an apartment near campus. The only con about this place? It was a constant reminder of the man who changed me.

He wasn’t able to help me move in here but he sure was with me when I first visited this empty place. He inspired me and helped me picture how this place would come alive. He left small details of himself everywhere in my life that it was hard to not notice them.

“Do you need a hand?” The soft brunette smiled at me as she watched me try to open the main door. I was guessing she was a visitor since she didn’t have a set of her own keys. I nod my head silently as she lets out a small laugh. She takes her hand out as I pass her my coffee and try to slip my phone in the backside of my jeans. I swiftly find my keys and open the door for us.

“Thank you!” I give her an embarrassed expression as she hands me back my coffee. “I’m sorry, I’ve opened the door many times this way I guess today was just not my luck.” She laughs and takes her purple beanie off and shoves it in her trench coat.

“It’s alright, my financé thinks he can multitask all the time too yet he’s only lucky once in a while.” I laugh at her comment out of politeness. Just as she mentioned her engagement, I noticed the simple diamond resting on her finger.

“So do you live here?” I ask to kill the awkward silence as we walk into the elevators.

“No, I’m actually just here to visit my friend.” I nod my head silently, waiting for the digits on the wall to reach 11.

“This is my floor, I got to go. It was nice meeting you though!” I wave at her as I walk out. She probably thought I was a teenager living with my parents considering how I was dressed. I had my own beanie on, with the maple leafs logo on the front. I had my dyed blonde hair in braids as I carried my thick tote with my laptop inside. I also forgot to mention how I was wearing my doc martens and my teddy coat. Yes, I definitely still dressed like a basic white girl.

Some days I feel lonely in the apartment when it’s late at night and I’m studying or if I want to watch a movie before bed. I try to talk to my friends as much as I can. My best friend from high school Mya was still my best friend but it’s hard to keep in contact with her when she’s at another university living her best life. I talk to Rachel and Sam but they’re both in and out of their houses and I only really get to catch up with them if we were in class or if we were studying together. It’s not like I’ve always been the type to be a social butterfly, I always preferred a tiny circle of company than a big one. Things did start to change however after I decided to cut the attachment I had with the man I once knew. I tried to numb the pain and isolation by going to parties. I tried hooking up with guys and I did but I know full well now that I regret it…. I regret everything.

Sometimes I wished I never asked the man for help, to be mentored. Maybe, I wouldn’t feel so fucked up as I am today.

After my relationship with him ended, I felt undesired as if I was unlovable. My parents didn’t notice a thing but my sister, Marla did. Coming home from his place that night made me scrub my skin in the shower until it was fiery red, until my body and my mind screamed at my heart to stop. I began to wonder about my last moments as a senior in high school.

Did I feel violated? No.

Did I feel regretful? Yes… no… I don’t know

Did I feel used? Yes. Definitely yes.

I know you can’t force one to love you the way you love them but that night when he told me he didn’t expect us to be together as I entered University, I knew I had to leave. Why? As a young naive teenager, I believed he was the one man in my life who would ever make me feel this way. Yet, all he did was fail me and show me that our relationship wasn’t worth jack shit. Funny thing was I had no clue that the girl I met in the foyer was going to link me back to him.

“Hi! Excuse me, I don’t know if you remember me?” The voice of a familiar girl calls out my attention as I enter the building. I stomp the snow off my boots to look at the girl. She was standing in front of the couches with the pretty abstract paintings on the wall. I walk over to her and smile as I take my left airpod out and put it back in its case.

“Yeah, I do what’s up?” She had an anxious look on her face. Should I keep talking to this girl or was it kind of suspicious how very approaching she was to others? She seems really nice though.

“I’m sorry to bother you but is there any way you can sit with me until my fiancé arrives to come and pick me up?” I give her a confused face. “Here sit down I’ll explain.” I take my tote off my shoulder and sit beside her.

The unnamed girl today was wearing a sleek leather jacket while I sat next to her in just my tights and my parka. “My name is Valerie by the way.”

“Adeline,” I reply back shortly.

“My fiancé has been calling me for hours and I thought I left my phone at my house so I never bothered to check my bag to see it in there. I stayed here at my friend’s place and my fiancé found out. Let’s just say he’s angry because he knows my friend here isn’t a good friend at most times to me.” As she continued to ramble on, I was so confused as to why this girl was in such a messy position. “Is there any way you can pretend to be my friend? I promise I have good intentions, I just don’t want my fiancé to know I was here with Kacey. That’s the friend I’m talking about.”

“Um, sure?” Her fiancé was mad about her hanging out with her friend? Seems like a bad fish that needs to be let back into the sea, in my opinion.

A familiar range rover pops in front of the glass doors at the same time I look up. I notice the unfamiliar guy barely parking his car as he tries to catch the door of the person who unlocked it to get in. He had a beanie on and the hood of his jacket was on, I couldn’t see what he looked like.

“Valerie.” The familiar voice called out, my ears perking up to the sound, knowing how I once was so in love with him. I used to remember the way he spoke and the way he sounded. I listened to it all year long.

He seemed angry as he marched his way in determination towards us. What the fuck did I get myself into? I keep my gaze on the floor as I watch Valerie in my peripheral view stand up to go hug him.

“I’m sorry honey, My friend Adeline and I went on a walk around the area, I left my phone in her apartment.” With that, I look up to see him as I catch him already looking at me.

It’s been two years and he looks so different. He seemed more broader now and he was growing a little scruff. He looked older yet he seemed to carry that aura that I once found security in. His arm was wrapped around Valerie as his other one just laid against the side of his body. I try to mask my face as I stand up to walk towards him. I give a fake smile and glance at Valerie… his fiancée

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Adeline.” He gulps and nods at me.

“I’m Harry.” He pauses and glances at Valerie. “How did you two meet?” I stand there, dumbfounded. Little did he know I was covering for his finacée.

“Adeline and I met down at the coffee shop a block from here!” Valerie interjects and moves her weight onto Harry. “Anyways, Adeline it was nice spending time with you and getting to know more about your brother in the military. I think Harry and I should get going though.” The humour in all of this was both Harry and I knew I didn’t have a brother. Just a sister.

Yeah Valerie, good luck digging yourself out of this one.

I nod my head silently and watch as they both walk out. He opened the door for her, the same like he used to do for me. I noticed how fidgety he became as if the anger he felt for Valerie was no longer important. I’m pretty sure he’ll deal with her lying another time. As he makes his way around the car, he glances once more time at me to see if I was still there. I was. He started the car and drove off in a flash leaving me alone with my heart beating so fast

In my apartment now rushing in without a care in the world, I toss my bag onto the floor and rummage through the drawer of my nightstand looking for my inhaler. Fuck, where was it! Freshman year of university was tough for me. I was going through a heartbreak, the anxiety of exams were weighing on me, and I couldn’t get myself to trust people after a long time. This time, I saw him again. What did I expect? I mean I live near him too. I’m just surprised that I never caught him in the local grocery store or something. Now? He’s engaged. My first love is engaged. He found someone to love and it wasn’t me!

As I continue to toss things out onto my bed, I find my inhaler in the depths of the drawer, I pull it out and without another second, I press the button letting the air blow into me. I sit on my bum and rests my back on the side of the bed, taking in deep breaths as I unzip my jacket. Why am I broken?

…

My buzzer wakes me up as I try to snuggle more into my white sheets. I wasn’t expecting anyone who could it be? Still dressed in my tights and a loose tee, I get up and press on the mic of the electronic pad.

“Hello?” I can’t help but yawn.

“It’s um Harry.” I pause for a moment to think. What is he doing here? We haven’t talked in 2 years but how does he remember which apartment I was in? Why is he here tonight?

“Yeah, What can I do for you?” my voice turned more cold.

“Can I come up and uh talk to you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I rest my forehead on my wall.

“I have to talk to you.”

“You had 2 years to do that.” One part of me knew he wasn’t going to come up here but another part of me was begging to see him, that maybe I can get closure and move on with my life. He is engaged after all, it’s not like he’s here to seduce me.

“Adeline, please.” The softness in his voice made my mind go crazy. I remember the days when he used to use that tone with me all the time. How special I felt knowing none of my classmates knew that behind the teacher who gave us endless papers to write, there was a real softie, a real hopeless romantic.

“Alright, come up.” Without another moment, I cleaned up my tiny place as fast as I could. It was easy since I was pretty neat but tonight will be his first impression of me after 2 years. After fluffing my living room pillows, I sprint into my room to toss on a UFT sweater and brush my hair as I let it down from the messy bun it’s been in all day. The expected knocks scare me as I set my brush down and make my way to the front door. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was just about 9 pm.

“Hey.” I smile softly as I open the door wider to let him in. Don’t show him how fucked up you are. My brain screams at me as I get a whiff of his cologne. It’s been two years and you don’t care about what happened! I try to chant to myself as I observe him looking around my apartment.

“Wow, your place is just what I’d expect it to be.” He unzips his jacket and rests on the futon beside my door.

“Yeah, would you like some tea? You can just sit on the couches.”

“Alright, thank you.” I move quickly into the kitchen making his tea, trying to ignore the feelings I have after making eye contact with him once again.

As I walked back into the living room, I noticed he was sitting while holding a frame of me with Rachel and Sam during orientation day. I place the tea on the coffee table in front of him and sit beside him, making sure to keep my distance.

“So orientation camp huh?” He smiles still looking at the picture.

“Yeah.” I smile as I look at it too. That smile was real, it was one of the first moments in my life where I didn’t care about what happened at the end of high school graduation. He sets the picture and mumbles a thank you while taking the blue clay mug and taking a sip of it.

“Still remember how I like it.” He compliments and sets the mug back down. “Did someone make this for you?” I glanced at the detail he was looking closely at. It had a handwritten sentence on it. The days have always been dark in our favour but I would change that for you.

“Yeah, my friend Chase did.” It was a gift he made me after I decided to cool down our friends with benefits status. He was willing to give me more but I wasn’t ready. I’m still not.

“He seems like a poet.'' The man bites his inner cheek and clenches his jaw, not too noticeable but I caught on.

“He has a way with words.” Not like you though, my mind had thought as I went through a mini flashback of listening to his love letter for me the first time.

It was summer and just as the days grew longer so did my time with Harry. Lying to my parents I was going to sleep over at Mya’s but instead I was at my teacher’s house. He seemed to be too focused on a letter he was writing while I laid on his couch playing a stupid game on my phone. His soft voice called me to get my attention.

“Baby,” He looks up to see me sprawled in my short shorts and a tank top. “I wrote a letter and I was wondering if you can tell me if it sounds good.”

“Who’s it for?” I sit up and toss my phone onto the couch as I make my way to sit in his lap.

“For you.” He holds onto me lovingly as he starts to read the letter. I close my eyes and rest my head on top of his, trying to remember this night.

“I’m sure you do too.” The man interrupts my thought as he looks at me. “How’s the university life, you’re in the second year right?”

“Yeah, two more and I’m out of school.” I shrug my shoulders and play with the split ends of my hair. “Still teaching at Clement’s?”

“Yeah. I'm not teaching English anymore though, I’m teaching history.”

“Oh, that’s something new. At least you get to use your history minor.” He laughs and shakes his head. I just began to observe what he was wearing. He was wearing a grey long sleeve and blue jeans. Guess some things stay the same.

“Valerie lied to me today. I came here because I wanted to know the truth before confronting her.”

“Ha-” I pause, he looks uncomfortable as I continue on. “Never knew you were the type to be possessive. You shouldn’t be like that, especially to your finacée.”

“You don’t understand, whatever she told you, I have a reason to act this way.”

“Why then?”

“First tell me why she was here.” Harry pleads. We both sit up more as I let him know.

“We met in the coffee shop and we became Fri-”

“Adeline, please tell me. Have you seen her in this building multiple times?” He asks as I can feel his frustration seeping through.

“Yes, why?”

“Fuck!” He mutters as he stands up abruptly. “Fuck!”

“Ha-... What’s wrong?!” He looks at me immediately as he sits back down beside me.

“You can’t say my name.” He calls me out. “Adeline, say my name!” I give him nothing but a blank look. He rubs his face in desperation.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just petty. I don’t feel-”

“Why do women always lie to me!” Harry interrupts me. “Did I fuck you up so bad, you can’t even say my name?” He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “Please tell me.” I nod silently as he closes his eyes. “Feels like karma you know? After letting you go, I thought I would never be happy again until I met Valerie last year at a club.” He glances at me as I sit there quietly, letting him continue. “Want to know a funny thing? I caught her in this apartment two months ago sleeping with her ex-boyfriend. She had her locations on and when she called me, I was so confused so I searched for his name on the list downstairs. Stood outside for hours until she came out of his apartment with hickeys all over her.”

“I still don’t know why I asked her to marry me last month. She begged me to stay with her and I just thought that maybe we deserved each other because we both like to sabotage our own relationships.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to him as I move forward to rub my palm on his back.

“She’s still cheating on me.”

“I know.” And without another moment, he turns towards me and hugs me into his arms. All the anger in me dissolving because of his story, because of this moment. “I’m sorry.”

Spring

The club was very busy tonight and after waiting in line to get in, all I wanted to do was go back out and probably sleep in my bed.

“So you couldn’t hang out with us yesterday because you and Harry had dinner?” Rachel asked me earlier while we were in line going in. All Rachel and Sam knew were that Harry was my ex-boyfriend and we dated for 6 months.

“Yeah.” They didn’t know that Harry and I have been spending a lot of time together after he ended his relationship with Valerie. Valerie didn’t know anything about us, which was nice. I didn’t want her to get angry at me but I also knew she deserved it. My newly formed friendship with Harry, however, as beneficial as it was strictly platonic. It’s been two months and I feel like my mental health has improved. Maybe if Harry decides to leave my life again, I’ll be okay. I also learned how to say his name again without feeling my heart hurt. The times now have been good, I’ve been good

“Still can’t understand how you felt so in love with him, only after dating for 6 months,” Sam called out as we entered the club. She didn’t know what Mya knew. I ended up telling her at the end of summer when the break up happened. Mya told me I was 100 percent reasonable because I was involved in a serious relationship for the first time in my life.

“Hey, that guy has been eyeing you for a while,” Rachel smirks at me as she points discreetly at the cute blonde guy glancing at me while talking to his friends. I make eye contact with him and smile. As the night was still young, he made his way over to me. After a few more drinks, I knew my mission was to bring him over to mine

...

As I wake up in my sheets alone, my head pounds making me groan. Sitting up, I noticed I was in the unnamed boy’s polo. After brushing my teeth and using the toilet in my ensuite, I headed out to realize the ruckus was coming from my living room.

“Good morning beautiful.” The blond boy smiles as he sits at the dining table eating breakfast take out. “Your friend is here by the way.” He nods his head to the kitchen. As I walk into the room, the tiles sting the bottom of my feet. There, I see a pissed Harry making tea.

“Hey.” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I’m surprised he’s here. He looks at me and passes the mug into my hand without another word. “Thanks. How did you get here?”He looks behind him to see the boy eating while watching something on his phone. The unnamed boy seemed to be around my age.

“Thought I would get us some breakfast since I hadn’t heard from you yesterday but Jamie here buzzed me in without a word. Came here then he took your breakfast so he could eat. You can have min-”

“Thanks.” I smile and take a sip of the tea. “I think he should go though I didn’t even know his name until you mentioned it.” Together, we walk out and I notice Jamie finishing his container or mine.

“Thanks, Henry! Breakfast was delicious.” Harry widens his eyes then nods quietly.

“Jamie, is it alright you leave now? Harry and I have somewhere to be.” I ask nicely as he stands up and cleans up after himself.

“Yeah angel, just let me get my shirt back then I’ll be out doing my walk of shame.” He smirks as he watches me. I glance at Harry who seems to be angry again.

After Jamie leaves and Harry and I sit together on my couch using two forks sharing his bacon and eggs, he speaks up. “So that’s what you were doing yesterday huh?”

“Yeah.” My cheeks flush as I purposely only eat the yolk of the eggs, knowing Harry hates that part.

“I know it’s not my business but do you have one night stands a lot?”

“Um. last year I only had three then Chase and I had benefits until this year, after that Jace… I mean Jamie has been the last one.”

“Oh.” He says silently. “That’s cool.”

“Don’t you have one night stands a lot?” I tease as I take a sip of his coffee since my mug is empty.

“You know I'm not really keen on those. Before you, I wasn’t really into it. After you, I fell into some deep hole so yeah I did. Valerie’s my last.” I nod and glance at the quiet TV. “You know the year when you left, I was a really mean teacher. Mrs. Raisell had to speak to me and ask me to pass all my students because ⅔ were failing.”

“Maybe they deserved to fail?” I shrug my shoulders and laugh.

“No, I was purposely marking hard.”

“Are you still hurt about Valerie?”

“If I’m being honest with you, I was waiting for something to break us up. I couldn’t imagine marrying her.”

“Why not?”

“Always pictured it would be you.”

Summer

Today was going to be my first day entering Harry’s house again. I was nervous but the thing that kept my spirits up was that I was going in with Harry and the broken part of me was fixed once again. To me, it didn’t matter that Harry broke me because he fixed it, at least I have his presence here again and I don’t feel lonely anymore.

“We’re here.” Harry smiles as he steps out to open my door. I glanced at his house that seemed to bring comfort to my heart as I saw Harry nod his head for me to follow him. After locking his car, we enter his house. It smelled the same and looked just a bit different. I noticed how there were fixed holes in the wall, some of his books were missing from the shelf, and he had new windows and a new TV.

“Did Valerie change some things around here while you guys were together?” I ask as I take off my shoes and sit with him in the living room. I used to remember staying in here and cuddling him. Sometimes, I would ask him to edit my essays. He would tell me all these tips but I would drown him out, pretending to listen yet my attention was on the TV show he was watching.

“Actually, No. Valerie and I were only together for 4 months plus we were never really here. We spent most of our time at hers.” He sits down and turns the TV on.

“What’s up with the holes and missing books in here.” He looks at the holes I was staring at. He lowers the volume and speaks to me.

“Mind if I get something upstairs.” And with that he sprinted upstairs, leaving me on the couch.

As he made his way back, he handed me a mini leather journal. It was a bit torn up but it seemed to be in good condition.

“Um,” he pauses as he sits down. He turns towards me and keeps his eye contact on the closed journal. “You can read that when you get home but I can tell you what happened here.” I nod my head and take the journal and hug it into my arms. “When you left, I uh... felt like that was a bad moment for me. I just- you know why we broke up. I just didn't expect you to love me.” he looks at me while I stare at him breathe a bit heavier. This was the closure I was asking for.

“Addy, I was so excited that night and when you told me you loved me, the insecurity I had for the past 9 months just buried me. I don’t know how to explain it. I just- I was scared you would take that back later when you realized how much potential you have and how you can have a better relationship with a boy that was going through the same stuff you were. I’m sorry.” He looks at me and bends down to wipe a tear down my face.

“I always thought about your parents’ reaction if they found out about us, I thought about your friends, I thought about my parents. It was so messy in my brain. Then when you left, I realized that I loved you too but you were gone in an instant. I got so angry at myself for letting fear take over me. So um I decided to punch the walls and throw my TV through a window. Decided to take each romance book out of my shelves and pour alcohol on them.” He laughs to himself. “I even remember crying so hard, trying to tear out the pages of my favourite book, you know a copy I gave you for Christmas. Anyways, I was really mad at myself that I didn’t try to get you back. I mean I took your senior year away from you. You should experience Uni and I guess that’s what made me decide to let you go.” I cry harder and look at the almost bookless shelves

“You fucking ruined me, Harry. I tried to have fun but all I was fucking looking for was something to numb the pain you left me!”

“I know baby and I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry for not being strong enough! I’m sorry for fucking doing that! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry!” He yelled as we both cried on his couch.

“I fucking loved you and you threw that back in my face. I rubbed my skin so hard that night when I left this fucking place. Do you understand that? I had- my skin peeling for days after trying to get you out of my skin, trying- to … rinse your.. Scent off m-”

“Baby, are you okay?” Harry’s eyes alarmed as he watched me hyperventilate. “Fuck, Addy, you don’t have asthma!” I grasp onto his shoulders as he quickly lets go of me and runs to his kitchen, as he walks back he has his own inhaler in his hands. “Here, it’s alright, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” As I take in a breath, I fall into his arms and hug him.

“I love you, Adeline. I love you. Two years or not, I don’t give a fuck. I love you.”

…

The night was quiet as we cuddled together on his couch. We were both speechless about what happened earlier and now we have been watching infomercials for the past hour. Harry was petting my hair as I laid on his chest playing with the journal he gave me. “Want me to read that for you. It’s just little lines I wrote about you.” I nod my head and he takes the journal into his hands. He soon began to read each page out loud. I closed my eyes on his chest, trying to remember this night. The same way I did when I first listened to him read out his love letter.

I know you were way too bright for me

I’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky

All the lights couldn’t put out the dark

Runnin’ through my heart

Don’t you call him “baby”

We’re not talking lately

Don’t you call him what you used to call me

Forget what I said

It’s not what I meant

And I can’t take it back, I can’t unpack the baggage you left

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody

Fall

“Ahh, Harry let me down!” I scream as I feel his arms engulf me as he lifts me off my feet. “If I don’t unpack my things then I’m going back to mine!” I tease as he laughs putting me back down but not without stuffing his mouth in between my neck so he can leave kisses there.

“You can’t, you sold it already. You’re living here with me forever!” He murmurs against my jaw as he turns me around and leans me against his counter. “You’re here with me now.” He smiles as I kiss him on the nose.

After rekindling our relationship, I decided to sell the apartment and live with him since I’ve spent more time at his place than mine. When I told my parents about Harry, they were happy and they agreed with me moving out. Little did they know that I was dating Harry back when I was still his student but I think that’s a story for another time.

“Oh no, what did I sign up for! I’m living here with you… forever!” I pretend to sigh but he pinches my hips and lifts me onto his dark blue counter.

“Promise baby it won’t be too bad. We’ll redecorate the place just how you want it. We can spend so much more time together and… we can have sex anywhere you want.”

“Hm, I like that.” I kiss him on the lips as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I know you do baby.” He laughs. He kisses me harder then pulls away. “Are you done unpacking your mugs or should I organize the bookshelves myself?” He smirks as he watches me pout. I tug on my pigtail and hop down the counter.

“I want to help you, of course!”

That night we spent hours reorganizing his book collection. I even added some of my own since I’m an English major too. The shelves that were once empty were now filled with many genres of books but I made sure that the majority of them were romance.

“Baby, are you almost finished?” I knock on Harry’s office as I see him marking his last stack of history papers.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.” He looks up at me and sighs as he glances back at the hill of papers that don’t seem to shrink.

“I was hoping you and I could spend some time tonight since I just finished my homework.” I walk inside the room and close the door. I make my way onto the couch that I’ve grown used to and sit down. Harry was wearing his glasses with his grey sweatpants and a plain white tee. I was wearing his polo and just my panties. Tonight though, no funny business. I’m here to keep him company yet let him focus on marking. “You know I took AP history, maybe I can help you with the marking like old times.” I lick my lips as he glances at me from the paper he was reading, he took a bit too long to respond since he was too focused.

“Yeah, alright, go grab a paper. The research question should revolve around world war 1 and Canada’s involvement.” With that, I took the paper from his stack and picked out a pen from his mug. I got him that for Teacher Appreciation Day when I was still his student.

A couple of hours after, I didn’t realize I fell asleep on his couch as I watched him finish the last few. All I remember is him carrying me to our bedroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry I fell asleep?” I yawn as I watch him beside me getting settled into bed. The fairy lights around our room set the vibe since I decided to hang them up because Christmas was just around the corner again. “You should’ve woke me up instead of carrying me to bed.” He looks at me and laughs, bending down to kiss my forehead.

“It’s okay baby, plus you could be awake and I’d still carry you to bed. Thank you for helping me mark tonight. It reminds me of the old times.” He hovers over me and intertwines both of our hands on either side of my face.

“It’s alright.” I smile as I watch his eyes look at me. “ You know I was thinking, if we don’t count the two-year break, we’ve been together for about 15 months.” He licks his lips and kisses me on the lips.

“Feels weird huh? Feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” He kisses down my neck even though we both know we’re both very tired. “I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you so much more,” Harry whispers back as we finish the night with sloppy, slow sex.

Winter

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Harry, Happy birthday to you.” I sing softly as I carry a stack of pancakes with a lit candle on top. Harry was just waking up, surprised at the view of me in just his shirt. I carefully crawl on the bed so he can blow the candle out. He reaches out and closes his eyes for a moment before blowing the flame out.

“Thank you.” Harry murmurs as he comes closer to kiss me. “I love you, Addy.”

“I love you too.” I kiss him back. “Here’s your fork, let me just get your coffee downstairs!” I was just about to get out of bed but he holds onto my hand.

“Stay, I can get some coffee later.”Since it was a Saturday, we were very lucky to stay in bed and watch TV all morning. Harry was feeding me a couple of bites while I would let my fingers massage his scalp for hours.

“You know I don’t know how I got so whipped for you, Ms. Chastain.” He murmurs against my jaw after he sets the plate down on his nightstand. “Saw you standing there, the first day in class and I knew I just had to get to know you.” I laugh and sink myself more into the sheets so he can hover over me.

“You know I didn’t know we would get back together. Thought I would never see you again.” He rubs himself on me as I let my fingers graze over his newly shaved chin.

“Are you happy to be with me?” He asks seriously as he kisses my jaw.

“Mhm.” I moan.

“You love me yeah?”

“I do.” He looks up and smiles at me. He kisses my forehead then lifts up my (his) shirt off my stomach. “Harry.”

“I love you, Addy. So fucking much I do.” The wetness of his tongue teases my stomach as he makes his way back to the top of my chest so he can suck on my nipples. “So fucking beautiful you are.”

“Harry.” I pant as I watch him take a nipple into his warm mouth. His other hand playing with my panties and teasing my core.

“Can’t believe I let other guys touch you. You should’ve been mine only. To touch, to love on, to moan for.” He inserts his fingers in me as I scratch his back. “Moan for me baby, scream my name.”

“Daddy, fuck, oh my god. Faster please!” he gropes my boobs and slaps my wet pussy.

“Too bad I’m attracted to you yeah? Don’t give a fuck what you do, who you sleep with. I just want to love you all day long.” He whispers in my ear as I touch his hard dick and try to jerk him off too.

“Love you, you’re so big, daddy!” Without another moment, I come undone as he moans too at the sight of me. He takes my hands off his dick and teases my entrance a bit before putting it in.

“Remember that time I gagged you with your panties and blindfolded you with my tie.” I nodded. “Fucked you so hard and bent you over my desk that day. So difficult after you left me to mark homework on that desk. I couldn’t stop hearing your moans in my mind baby. You fucked me up so hard.” And with that, he thrust into me so fast as he reached forward to choke my neck.

“Daddy!” I open my eyes to see him, biting his lip watching himself fuck me hard.

“Open your eyes love, want you to see me tear you apart.” He helps me sit up and rests my back on the headboard as I watch him fuck me over and over again. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that, I might just have to turn you over right now and spank you.” He takes his thumb and puts it into my mouth so I can suck on it.

“Then turn me over daddy, spank me while I feel you in my stomach.” He bends down to kiss my lips and just as I was about to kiss him back he turns me over on all fours. Slapping my ass twice before putting himself back in me.

“So wet, baby.” He pulls my hair out of my face as he thrusts faster. I clench my fingers around our pillows, trying to also hold onto the headboard. “You fucking like that when I fuck you hard? Such a slut for my cock baby. So wet, you’re fucking leaking for me.” He teases his finger around my other whole. “Look at this one, I might have to try and give this one attention next time what do you think?” As I moan, attempting to reply he cuts me off, “Maybe now is a good time.” He spits onto the hole, teasing his finger around it. “Are you okay with this Addy, do you like how it feels?”

“Mhm.” Harry pulls onto my hair a bit harsher.

“Answer me correctly, say it properly. Let daddy know.”

“Yes!” He slips his thumb into my now wet hole as he fucks me faster.

“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you so bad baby.”

“Put one in then.” I moan and reach down to rub my clit.

“Get off birth control and I won’t doubt for a second to put one in.” He grits his teeth and flips us over so I’m riding him. “Be a good girl, show me how good you are.” He whispers and slaps my butt. I watch his face turn into pleasure as I roll my hips onto his, trying my best to fuck him well. My moans were seemingly uncontrollable as I feel him deep in my stomach.

“Come for me daddy please fill me up!” I whine and without another second, we come together. Harry reaches quickly for my neck, choking me as he thrusts his hips upwards. His seed fills me up as I un slide myself off him and reach down to taste us. He watches me with a smirk as I lay back down beside him. I feel him move his arm underneath me, as he searches for something. As I lay beside him looking at the ceiling, I watch his hand open a black velvet box in front of me.

“Harry,” I whisper, turning to look at him.

“I know it’s my birthday but the only wish I had in mind was if you said yes to the question I’m about to ask you.” He sits up a bit as I mimic his position.

“Adeline Chastain, I knew you ever since you were 18 and I’ve loved you ever since then. You would make me the happiest man in the world if you would marry me?” I watch him as we both cry so happily together.

“Yes, Harry, I will!” He takes the pear-shaped diamond engagement ring and slides it onto my finger. He kisses me softly as his fingers touch the necklace he bought me for graduation.

“I’m very much in love with you and I promise to take care of your heart, to protect you, and make you the happiest woman in my life.” and with that we kissed again, leading us to the never-ending hours of activities in the bed.

When I was 18, I was naive. I thought Harry would be the only man in my life who would ever make me feel this way.

And I was right.

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No one else but you (destiel)

Summary: My version of the alley scene (season 5 episode 18 : Point of no return)

AN: Tell me if you want to be tagged ! (As usual, I do not own the characters or the universe)

Dean had to face many enemies in his life, but he never thought he’ll have to face Cas one day. The angel was very important for him. Before he met Castiel, the angel of the Lord who saved him from perdition, Dean was 100% sure he was straight. Yet, Cas managed to break all of his walls, he became a part of him and he just won’t let go. Lately, Dean was always having wet dreams. Every night, he was dreaming of his angel. Yes, Dean was basically obsessed with Castiel. He wanted to feel Cas inside of him, hear him whimper in pleasure. He wanted the whole Castiel, only for him.

He’ll never mentioned his fantasies to his angel though, he was worried it might frighten him. Despite that, Dean was devoted to his angel and he would always help is Cas needs him. However, the hunter was a human first, and he reached the point of no return. He couldn’t bear the pressure of Michael and Lucifer anymore. He was about to say “yes”, he’ll say “yes” and everything would be over. Yet, Castiel wouldn’t let him do this. Dean never saw him like this, he seemed really pissed. Usually, the angel always had a neutral expression. By the way, it bothers the hunter because he can never guess what’s going on in his pretty head. He wanted to read in Cas’ mind the way Cas was reading in his.

Dean never thought that Castiel could throw him and beat him up in a damn alley. Ok, Castiel has every right to be mad, really. After all, the angel gave up everything and risked his life just to save him. But he thought Castiel’s anger would be expressed through some insults and that he’ll be gone for a few weeks. Ya know, the usual “radio silence”. This, what was happening right now, was never something Dean would have thought of. Castiel threw him on a concrete wall. His whole body was sore but he didn’t fought back, he wasn’t even trying to avoid the blows. The simple idea to hurt Castiel was making him sick. Dean’s indifference seems to upset Castiel even more as he gripped Dean’s jacket and threw him against the grid at the back of the alley.

Dean hit the grid pretty hard, and he fell back on the ground with a cracking sound. His whole body was bruised and he was pretty sure that his ankle just broke. He saw himself dying here, in an filthy alley, at night, killed by his best friend. He could tell that Castiel wasn’t done with him just yet. The hunter was now staring at the angel’s clenched fists. In a burst of dignity -or stupidity- he wasn’t sure, he straightens up as he can and starts yelling.

“Do it! Just do it dammit!”

Dean noticed a slight change in Cas’ gaze, as if the angel realized that he may have gone a little too far. Yet, his gaze was still intimidating. The hunter was shaking and he was trying really hard not to let the angel notice the pain he was in. It was useless, of course. Dean knew that Cas always knows everything. Nothing could escape his ocean eyes. The angel got closer and then he kneeled in front of him.

“I believe I’ve never felt such a rage before, Dean”

“Yep, I think I’ve noticed this, Cas.”

The hunter tried to move his leg a little, in order to ease the pain. Castiel is the one who did this to him, yet, he cannot blame him. He received the beating of his life, yes, but after all the crap he’s done in his life, Dean thinks he deserved it. When Dean saw that Cas’ hand was moving toward him, he tried to step back a little. After what happened, who could blame him though ? The angel’s hand reached Dean’s forehead and Dean realized that he was healed. Dean suddenly looked up, he was looking at Castiel in the eye. He was lost, he had no idea what to think anymore.

“Look, Dean, I’m very disappointed at you, but I still don’t want you to suffer.”

“I… Cas, you have to understand my place. You’re an angel, you’re above all this but I’m just human. I did this for my brother. Maybe you don’t understand my actions right now but you have to know that it was for Sammy. I wanted a better world for him.”

Suddenly, Castiel’s gaze was unbearable to support and the hunter looked down again. God, Dean felt himself becoming hard. Castiel’s rough voice and his intense gaze could turn him on so easily. Dammit, he though about being fucked right here in this alley where anyone could see them. He was unable to think about anything else now, and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t stop himself from moving a little to find some friction and he barely hold a moan which would have betrayed him. Cas was still staring at him, but his expression was different. Dean had the feeling to be completely exposed, it was like Castiel could see his every thoughts. Maybe he could, actually. We were talking about a friggin angel here. The simple idea turned the hunter on even more if it was possible. Oh jeez, he needed to find a way outta here and fast, otherwise he might just start to beg Cas to fuck him. The angel bent his head on the side like he often did, and Dean dared to look him in the eye again. This time, he couldn’t look away. He felt a strong current between them. It was impossible right? Castiel had no attraction for him.

“Look, Cas, I’m truly sorry to disappoint you but I can’t and I won’t regret my actions.”

“Oh, but I can guarantee you that you’ll regret them, and soon enough.”

Dean couldn’t reply as the angel gripped him by his shoulders and smashed him against the nearest wall. Castiel looked down at the bulge in Dean’s pants before looking up in his eyes.

“Well, Well it looks like you have a thing for violence”

“What ? N... No, I”

Castiel put his hands on the wall around the hunter’s face before smashing his lips on Dean’s. Castiel’s tongue was dominant and Dean opened his lips to let his angel in. Dean whined loudly when Cas bit his lips and then, licked it to ease the pain. Castiel’s mouth was sweet and dominant at the same time. The hunter forgot everything and kissed his angel back. He gripped Cas’ hair and pulled them a little which caused Castiel to moan. Wow, this was the hottest thing he ever heard. When Cas pulled back to let them both breathe, the Hunter could only see lust in Cas’ eyes.

“I know you were doing this on purpose Dean, I know that you do everything you can to piss me off. Stop fighting this.”

“Caaas, I…”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want this. Don’t forget I’m watching you. If only you knew how many times I answered your prayers only to find you in your bed moaning my name while you were sleeping.”

Dean couldn’t bear it anymore. Hearing his angel talking like that, it was so hot. He suddenly decided to act and he reversed their positions. Castiel looked surprised.

“If only you’ll let me speak, you’ll know that I want nothing else more than I want you.”

Castiel smiled whilst he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and his briefs down. He gripped Dean’s hair and forced the hunter to kneel in front of him.

“I want you to blow me Dean.”

The young man loved how his angel could change his mood like that. One moment he was patient and sweet and the other he was dominant and violent. Dean weren’t very submissive, but Castiel weren’t just a regular someone. He’ll do anything for him just because he wanted it. That’s why he did what he was asked. He started to stroke a little Cas’ length and the angel sighed at that. Dean loved to watch Cas’ every reaction. Whilst looking at him in the eye, Dean licked the little slit before he licked the whole thing. Dean whimpered when Cas grabbed his hair strongly. The hunter opened his mouth and took as much of his angel as he could. He put his hands on what was left and he started sucking and stroking his lover. He couldn’t get bored of the incredible noises that his angel was making. Suddenly, Cas took the control and he imposed his own rhythm. Yet, Cas was still careful not to hurt his hunter. Dean loved it when Cas took control and he moaned over and over. Cas felt every moans on his length and he eventually climaxed in Dean’s mouth. The hunter swallowed his cum under the angel’s approval.

“Well, well, who would have thought that Dean Winchester was a cock slut ? It’s obvious that’s not the first time you’re doing this.”

Dean moaned softly and reached the bulge in his pants to seek some relief.

“Oh, so you’re not even gonna try to deny it? The truth is, Dean that you’re a little slut. You want my cock that’s it ?”

“Y…es Caaas, please, I need you, help me.”

Castiel lifted Dean up and kissed him tenderly before he brought them back in the bunker with his magic. Dean needed a few seconds to realize where they were.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“I need you.”

“What do you want me to do Dean? I need you to be precise.”

“I, I want you to fuck me.”

Dean wasn’t even embarrassed to say those things. He was so turned on that he’ll do anything. Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean was now completely naked, at his angel’s mercy. Castiel then start to took off his tie slowly without breaking their eye contact. He seemed surprised when Dean stopped him.

“Cas, I, I really like your clothes… You were wearing them in all of my dreams and…”

Castiel shushed him by putting a finger on his lips.

“Ok then, I’ll keep my clothes on.”

The angel pushed Dean on the bed behind him.

“Turn around and I want you on all fours.”

Dean moved quickly. He was so needy for his angel. Castiel climbed on the bed behind Dean and leaned in order to kiss Dean’s back languidly and Dean moaned softly.

“You’re so good to me right now Dean, you’re beautiful, and mine. Do you understand what it means?”

“Yes, Castiel. Only yours.”

In this moment, Castiel was back to his old self. His motions were delicate and tender. The angel’s hands were slowly stroking Dean’s body. The angel managed to linger on the erogenous parts. A weird sound escaped Dean’s throat, it sounded like a purr and Castiel enjoyed it very much.

“Do you have lube?”

Dean slightly bent himself, opened the first drawer of his nightstand and picked a small bottle that he gave to his angel. He couldn’t see what was happening behind him but he felt his impatience growing as he heard that Cas had opened the bottle. Castiel poured some on his fingers before he pressed one of his fingers in Dean’s hole. Dean’s body tensed a little at the intrusion, but the soothing voice of his lover relaxed him.

“It’s ok Dean, don’t worry. You’re doing just fine.”

When Cas curled his finger and reached Dean’s sweet spot, the hunter whimpered and Castiel put another finger inside Dean. He started to move his fingers in and out of Dean at a small pace to prep him. Dean was moaning his angel’s name over and over.

“Caaas! It’s fine, I’m fine you can take me now.”

Castiel was waiting for this precise moment. He took his fingers off of Dean who whined at the lost. He then placed his erect member in front of Dean’s entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Cas, don’t worry I can take it.”

“Remember you asked for this.”

Castiel fully pressed himself in Dean in one quick motion. He was balls deep in his lover and he was making a bunch of noises. Dean tensed and screamed of both pleasure and pain.

“Dammit, you’re so tight around me Dean, Are you ok?”

The concern in Castiel’s voice warmed Dean’s heart. He knew that Castiel really cared for him. But they’ll have plenty of time for that after. Right now, Dean needed the dominant Cas to fuck the hell outta him.

“I’m ok, I just need you, fuck me hard Cas.”

Castiel growled at that and started to move at a really fast pace. Each of his thrusts made them both whimper in pleasure. Dean couldn’t hold the screams from his throat. He was screaming Castiel’s name. When Dean felt his orgasm build in him he screamed.

“Caaas, I’m close, I’m gonna…”

At this exact moment, Castiel stopped moving causing Dean to almost cry in frustration.

“Cas what the hell?”

“Dean, if you wanna come you will repeat everything I say.”

“W, What? But Cas…”

“I won’t disobey again.”

Dean had no reaction, so Cas pulled himself out a little. That’s when Dean understood. He repeated the sentence and was rewarded by a powerful thrust.

“I will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.”

“I wi… aaah will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.”

“Ok, good boy.”

Castiel started to thrust in Dean again and the hunter came a few seconds after that. When he felt Dean’s hole clench around his cock Castiel came too. They both fell on the bed, Castiel was still in his lover. Before the angel could say anything, Dean gripped his tie and kissed him.

“You’re mine too Cas, I’ll kill anyone who comes a little too close.”

Cas smiled to that and he hugged Dean.

“I don’t want anyone but you Dean.

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Marriage of Convenience ; part 1

Prompt: “Arranged Marriage” - Certain factions of heaven are on your tail, the consequence of your death a trigger to greater destruction. In order to protect your life and others, you agree to an old custom that prevents any heavenly agent from harming you. The basic ritual? You have to marry an angel. First part in a series. Reader Gender: female Word Count: 9800 (sorry! other chapters will be shorter) Warnings: virgin!reader, grace/soul stuff, arranged marriage. there is an acknowledged attraction between the reader and Cas but i’ll say dub-con because without the marriage, they probably wouldn’t have hooked up.

special warning: there is no blood or disturbing content, but if you’re squicked out by anything happening to the lower arm/wrist region, then note this chapter has a moment when that area is used to access the grace/soul.

This right here. This was the answer to everything. If enquiring minds ever sought an explanation—how is it that you, Y/N, renowned for an easy heart and easier libido, could possibly live with two hunky hero types and not spend your days conceiving inappropriate scenarios?—then this was the answer. Dirty laundry. Because the boys were often swamped with work, a fair enough justification, you had shouldered a fair deal of the bunker chores. You had consequently seen enough dirty underwear to last a lifetime. Bumbling and awkward as you might have been upon meeting them, after six months as resident prophet in their admittedly kickass bunker, any menial tension had dissolved.

Completely.

You would sooner kiss a gerbil.

Well, you thought frankly, grimacing as you dropped a pair of boxers into the washing machine, there is one lingering possibility…

You supposed there were few mortals who could resist the temptation that was Castiel, Smouldering Angel of the Lord. He was a collection of contradictory attributes bound in one dreamy, mysterious, husky-voiced package. You had barely spoken with him, exchanges limited to polite greetings and vague acknowledgements, but that heated blue stare and handsome form supplied enough fantasies on their own.

Unfortunately, despite a colourful mind, your experience in the sex and romance department was limited to… well, did airport frisks count?

With a resigned sigh, you poured laundry detergent into the appropriate compartment. Maybe if you didn’t aim your prospects so damn high—angel? really?—then you would have better luck with the relationship pursuits. Not that it really mattered now seeing as you couldn’t exactly party hard outside the bunker. As usual, the only thing fucking you over was your shit luck.

You were not only a prophet but apparently the prophet. You were the human source which heaven could utilize to completely eradicate all future prophets. That meant killing you in some backward ritual, effectively killing countless people down the line as well. That was a catastrophe even without the collateral damage that could spring from having no prophets ever, ever again. Heaven was warring, as per usual, but if you fell into the wrong hands then a lot of people would suffer.

You especially.

You weren’t sure why you were so special, though Castiel had explained it that first night. Something about being a prophet but also a strong vessel and being born under a certain cosmic alignment or something. Honestly, your brain had been scattered that night. Not to mention Castiel was kinda hard to listen to when he was simultaneously marching around with an intense stare, heaving chest, blood streaked face, taut muscles, silver blade—

You cleared your throat and closed the laundry machine. It was probably a good thing Castiel’s visits were few and far between. Sparse in your case, at least. He helped the Winchesters on their hunts but you rarely saw him. Castiel clearly held no interest in you. It was probably for the best, however bitter you were.

“Hey, Y/N!” Dean’s echoing voice startled you. The boys had left on a case and though you expected them back today, you hadn’t heard them come in. You placed the laundry basket on the floor and left the room, making for the library. You were still dressed down, sweatpants and a t-shirt, hair unwashed and knotted in a messy bun, but it was just the Winchesters and you didn’t particularly care.

You regretted those innocent musings immediately. Sam and Dean were nattering about something but your attention shattered. The remaining broken pieces fell onto Castiel who, upon your appearance, glanced over. You froze in place, holding that stare with plain horror. Castiel was standing between Sam and Dean though he was not invested in their conversation. But he soon looked away from you as well, an almost angry furrow in his brow as he turned his head.

Rude, you thought, pouting. You weren’t exactly Miss America at the moment but you hardly deserved to be shunned into oblivion.

But you conceded your assumption was ridiculous. Whatever bothered Castiel had nothing to do with you. The shit was hitting the fan up in heaven, spilling across the earth in consequence, and his mind was no doubt occupied with higher deeds. The glance he spared you was fleeting and empty, his dark expression leant to a greater purpose.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean suddenly interjected. You looked at him, staring dumbly. “Doin’ all right there, Cinderella?”

“What?” you asked, then shook your head to clear your thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. Of course. What’s up? How’d the hunt go?”

“We weren’t hunting,” Castiel surprised you with an answer. His brow was still creased, jaw stiff. He glanced at you before turning aside, taking a few steps nowhere.

“Oh,” you said, confused. “I thought—okay. What did you do that took a week and a half? Or is this one of those ‘Y/N, don’t ask because you’re not crawling into my bed when you get nightmares again’ things?” In fairness, you totally only did that once.

“It’s not our beds you should be worrying about,” Dean said, tone jesting but the joke beyond you. You looked at him strangely while Sam heaved a breath, tossing his brother a dry regard.

“Dean,” he said sharply, then looked at you. “What he means is… it concerns you.”

“What concerns me?” you asked, not sure if you were scared or annoyed. You stepped closer to the table which divided you and the boys. Castiel had wandered a few chairs down and seated himself. He propped his elbow on the table and rested his temple against his fist, gaze cast aside. You didn’t trust yourself to look at him for long, something weirdly sexy about the casual arm slung over the back of the chair, so you looked at Sam and Dean. They appeared to be sharing a wordless discussion before Sam gestured to the table.

“You should, ah, probably sit down for this,” he said. With a wary glance, you pulled out a chair and slowly sat.

“Are you kicking me out?” you asked, though you didn’t think that was the case. That would be news worth celebrating because it meant the boys had vanquished the threat looming over your head. You might have received the news poorly, having almost no life to return to after everything and having grown fond of your new friends, but they had no reason to struggle.

“Not exactly,” Dean said, light-heartedness fracturing beneath a frown.

“Yeah, you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want,” Sam said, sitting opposite you. He looked at you with those soft eyes usually reserved for special cases. Your tense shoulders slackened and you nodded a bit, following.

“So what’s going on then?” you asked.

“Well,” Dean said, “the good news is, we found a way to get heaven off your ass.” You smiled, legitimately relieved now that they extended an invitation to stay.

“Well, that’s great,” you said, then considered Dean’s phrasing. “What’s the bad news?”

“Bad news,” Dean said, sweeping his hand in gesticulation to Castiel. “You have to hitch a flyboy.”

You paused for a moment, reconciling Dean’s odd idioms with what they entailed. When you realized exactly what he meant, you paused for another moment and almost forgot to breathe.

“What?” you eventually burst, mouth suddenly dry, tongue scraping words like sandpaper. “What… what do you… what…”

“It’s part of some ancient canon,” Sam quickly said, scholastic facts pouring like they could soften the blow. “Basically… while angels were mostly condemned for fraternizing with humans, there was this exception written into the code of heaven that basically said an angel could take a vessel and, so long as the vessel was empty, that angel could marry a prophet. Not just any prophet, though—”

“Let me guess,” you grumbled, bare toes idly stabbing the cold floor, “Prophet. Vessel. Stars and destiny and stuff.”

“Uh, kinda. Yeah,” Sam said. “The rule was clearly designed for something like this. Heaven knew that if the right prophet came along, they could pose a threat, intentional or not, so they created a loophole to save themselves.”

“Hey, look, we don’t like this anymore than you,” Dean said, stepping up to the table and leaning over. “That’s why you gotta know that you can back out if you don’t think you can do this. We can find another way.”

“We’re kinda running low on options here,” Sam said, tentatively. He looked from Dean to you. “But Dean’s right. We won’t force you to do anything.”

“What… what does this marriage even do?” you asked, this torrent of information flooding quickly at your feet.

“It marks you as, you know…” Sam looked for the word. “Holy. No angel, not even anyone working for an angel, can hurt you once you’ve been bound.”

“It’s an everlasting accord,” Castiel said, standing up. He looked at you with a no-nonsense expression. “It will protect you for eternity but… it expects reciprocation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“It means once you’re married, you’re married,” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly growing uncomfortable with the proposition. “You can’t just get a quickie divorce and hit up Vegas for round two.”

“No adultery either,” Sam said. “There’s not necessarily an expectation that you’ll love your husband or anything, but if you intentionally break the vow itself then the entire marriage is annulled.”

“And you’re back to square one,” Dean finished. You rubbed your temple and then took pause, your stomach knotting indubitably. You supposed the answer was fairly obvious and still, you really had to ask…

“Who will I be marrying?” you asked. Dean went to answer but Castiel, without hesitation, spoke.

“I volunteered,” Castiel said, looking at you more tenderly now that some of the awkward tension had subsided. “Of course.”

“Of course,” you repeated. You could feel the heat in your cheeks but the boys thankfully refrained from commenting, obviously reading your faint distress and respecting it. Any other time, they probably would have teased you for it. They didn’t necessarily know about your crush on the angel but you supposed anyone could infer from your insistent blushes and stammering phrases. At this particular moment, you couldn’t even conjure a stammer. It felt like your stomach had flipped upside down—hell, it felt like the world had flipped upside down. Not five minutes ago you were standing by yourself over a pile of dirty laundry, mourning your sorry excuse for a love life. Now you were some blushing Victorian maiden being bartered off to a baron to secure your family.

You knew the boys would never make you do anything. They were the captains of free will and they never went down without a fight. If this didn’t work, they would probably search for something else. Would it be to any avail though? It had already been six months and this was the first thing that could do any good. And you liked living here but needless to say, you missed the outside world. Sam and Dean took you out on occasion but they were glued to your side the entire time. You missed taking walks by yourself and just enjoying the quiet of your activities.

This marriage seemed like an easy out. Honestly, you weren’t convinced you would otherwise marry anyway. You wouldn’t exactly be leaving a string of broken hearts in your wake.

And it was, in the end, Castiel. You had no delusions about the outcome of events. You knew this was a strictly professional arrangement. All the same, glancing at him now, your heart palpitated with promise. You could marry Castiel. What a strange universe. There was actually a legitimate reason for you to marry him. Anxious and fidgety as you were, it would be ridiculous to refuse this. Perhaps you and Castiel would become better friends and, in the process, you could ensure your own safety, your own freedom, the safety and freedom of generations to come, and, on more superficial terms, you could tell people you were married and your husband was a babe.

The boys watched you puzzle this out. Feeling a little better, though a faint blush still coloured your cheeks, you smiled. You were a bit too scared to glance at Castiel, fearing your blush would worsen and nerves return, but you nodded to the Winchesters.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “This is important and… and yes, I’m fine with it.”

“You’re sure?” Dean asked. “Because there’s no turning back. Once you’re married, that’s it. You’re stuck with this mook for eternity.” He jabbed a thumb in Castiel’s direction.

“I understand,” you said, a soft pit aching in your stomach. You had no delusions about Castiel, true. You never did. But in the back of your mind, there was always a romantic yearning for something somewhere. If you agreed to marry Castiel then that would never happen. But if you hid in the bunker for the rest of your life anyway, wouldn’t the same fate unfold? Even if they did find another way to save you, which sounded highly unlikely anyway, how many years would go by? How would you feel by the end of it? You had to resign yourself to the simple truth that an epic romance was simply not written in your cards. You had been dealt your hand and there were no substitutions for human life. You had to play the game before you.

“There is one more thing,” Castiel said. You swallowed a lump in your throat and blinked over, found him staring at you. “The marriage must be consummated.”

You actually felt the heat laden in your belly. Consummate was a relatively unsexy word but every last fantasy and daydream suddenly exploded in your head. You didn’t say anything but your breath caught. Castiel continued, maybe a bit flustered beneath a serious countenance.

“The marriage is invalid if it’s not physically consummated,” he said. “It’s between the mortal and divine, so it must be committed in human terms and celestial ones.” You had no idea what a celestial consummation entailed but god, you could feel it in your toes. Your blush had returned full force and your gaze locked on Castiel while he spoke. “Until it’s done, heaven won’t recognize the marriage. You would, effectively, be swearing yourself to nothing.” He paused, reading your apprehension and speaking with what reassurance he could muster. “You don’t need to worry,” he said, “I won’t intrude on your space or bed after that night.” That fell over you like a cold blanket, shocking you out of your existing surprise. You blinked rapidly, looking away from him. “I am sorry, Y/N,” he said, voice low. “If there was another way—”

“No, no,” you said, voice squeaking. You cleared your throat, smiled at thin air. “No, it’s fine, Cas. Really. I just… didn’t expect heaven to get so physical.”

“Heaven is a determined congregation,” he said. You looked his way but did not meet his eye, your gaze falling at chest level. You followed the buttons of his trenchcoat with fake interest. “They won’t rest until they’ve achieved what they sought to do. With a look at your soul, they can decipher whether your marriage has been validated. It’s a means of proving the union.”

“Proof of purchase, basically,” Dean offered. You looked at him, having almost forgotten the Winchesters were there. Sam was looking at you with concern, gentle and kind. Dean crossed his arms. You braved face even if your insides had turned to mush all over again.

“I get it,” you said. “No worries. It’s just…” You pushed your chair out and they all straightened, bracing themselves as if they expected you to swoon or something. God almighty, you inwardly swore, I really am a Victorian maiden. Someone was going to be running off for smelling salts at this rate. “It’s just a lot to take in,” you finished, smiling, backing out of the room. “I… I’ll still do it, of course. I just… I just need to… rest, I think…” You almost tripped, stumbling through the doorway. The boys leaned forward and you waved your hand. “Fine! I’m fine! I got it. I’ll, uh, see you all later.”

With that said, you sprinted down the corridor and made for your room.

The wedding, if it could even be called that, was scheduled for a Saturday. You barely slept the night before, nervous when you thought about being declared someone’s wife and when you considered that this time tomorrow, you wouldn’t be alone in your bed.

The big day arrived without any pomp or ceremony. There were apparently a few rituals to enact but the boys would no doubt take care of it. You figured your biggest worry was “I do”. Not that this was a typical, straightforward wedding. The process was more complicated, long-winded, and there was no literal “I do” or even kiss at the end.

The ceremony apparently had to be conducted by a cherub and Castiel knew a trustworthy cupid. He would be brought to the bunker to bind you in excessively holy matrimony, your sole spectators Sam and Dean. The cherub was delivered to the dungeon, Castiel in charge of wrangling him. They weren’t about to give away the bunker’s location, even if Castiel promised the cupid was trustworthy, but getting married in the open would basically send a beacon to the troops of heaven. Last chance to capture me, fellas! No, it was better this way. Even if it meant your wedding was conducted in a dungeon.

You hoped that wasn’t a poetic reflection of anything.

The boys made some effort to ease the weirdness. Sam gave you a dress, not a wedding dress but a formal lace thing, claiming Dean picked it out and Sam wasn’t supposed to say. The boys wore their FBI suits even though the formality was unnecessary. Somehow, it did make things easier. It allowed you to comfortably address the obvious—this was a marriage, technically—while also keeping spirits light.

Sam escorted you to the not-so-lavish quarters. Dean was standing there in his FBI suit, adjusting Castiel’s tie. Castiel was in his usual ensemble, eyes downturned. Dean looked over when you entered the room. He grinned wolfishly.

“Would you look at that,” Dean said, tugging on Cas’s tie. “Prophet cleans up nice, hey?” Castiel’s glance was somewhat dry. He adjusted his own tie and Dean stepped away.

“Thank you, Dean,” you said, gathering some of the lace in your hands and spreading the skirt. The dress only fell to your knees but had a slight poof nonetheless. “My compliments to whoever picked it out,” you teased. Dean glared at Sam, good-humoured.

“Yeah, I’ll pass that on to the son of a bitch,” Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes and you smiled between them. Castiel, who was spending way too much time adjusting that tie of his, still hadn’t met your gaze. He flipped the fabric a couple more times, shifting the knot. Then he swallowed and turned, nodding to you.

“Y/N,” he said. His gaze only briefly appraised you but it sent your heart fluttering anyway. “You look very nice.”

“Thanks, Cas,” you said. Not much else could be exchanged because another character ambled out of the shadows, holding a book in his hand. The excited cupid wasted little time, launching into commencement—and dramatic embraces.

The ceremony began in the morning and did not end until late afternoon. Though you understood Enochian fluently, an aspect of your prophetic gifts, the language was superfluously embellished and often ancient in its chosen vernacular. You barely followed along but Castiel knew the way, guiding you. At a moment, he held your hand, and you thought it was part of the ritual. Not so. Your nerves had bested you and he must have sensed it, his thumb running soothing patterns over your knuckles. You weren’t sure if it helped or made things worse.

It took eternity and a day, but the ceremony did conclude in the afternoon. With the officiating complete and ceremony ended, you knew very well what came next.

Or, at least, you thought you knew.

Your marriage could be consummated at any time—and you attempted not to shiver when you thought too deeply—but for some reason you assumed it would follow the sacrament. Apparently not.

You were separated from your husband—husband, husband!—as Sam led you to the library, leaving Castiel and Dean to return the cherub from whence he came. Sam tossed his suit jacket over a chair and loosened his tie, distracting you with light-hearted commentary until the other two returned.

And when they returned, they had pizza.

So it was an unusual wedding and an unusual marriage. Anyone could admit that. But as afternoon bled into evening and eventually night, you forgot every oddity and fell into a comfortable peace with your friends. Sam and Dean broke out the liquor, pizza boxes scattered across the library table, a pie prepared at Dean’s behest. You didn’t drink much, honestly a little worried to lose your inhibitions. You weren’t sure if it would help or worsen the situation you would inevitably face. You decided to keep your faculties clear.

The evening progressed. Stories were swapped. It was nearing midnight when things slowed down. You glanced at the clock and the radio fizzed out, and you felt your stomach knot and nerves coil, a blush already painting your cheeks as you ground yourself in the moment.

You chanced to look at Castiel. He was watching Sam and Dean but glanced over. This time you did not look away, heart not so much racing as beating loud in your ears. Castiel returned your stare, a pensive gleam in his eye, then he turned aside to muse privately. You exhaled and looked down, fidgeted with the hem of your dress.

“We’ll go to bed now,” Sam said, barely sober, nudging Dean through the doorway. “You guys, uh…”

“Good night!” a drunken Dean bellowed, stumbling out the library. Sam just smiled sympathetically.

“Yeah,” he said. “Good night.”

And then they were both gone and it was just you and your husband. Your almost husband. There was still one more step to legitimize the union. You tried to quell your nerves and smiled tensely at a quiet Castiel. A table sat between you, one he slowly approached. His hand swiped the polished oak before he lifted his gaze, blue eyes burning into yours.

“Do you want to go to bed?” he asked. By the natural gravel of his voice, that question could sound dirty without knowing its double meaning. But you did know what he meant. It suddenly wasn’t so easy to hide your nerves. Your chest heaved with a shaky breath but you maintained your smile.

“Yeah,” you finally said, your own voice scraping low tones. You cleared your throat, circling the table. “Sounds good.”

The walk to your room was quiet, Castiel’s footsteps echoing behind you.

“You should wear shoes,” he said, noting your bare feet. You wondered why his gaze had fallen so low on your body that he would notice. “There are strange things in this bunker. You wouldn’t want to contract something by accidental—”

“Look at you,” you interrupted, attempting to joke because it seemed like a safe fall-back. You reached your bedroom door and paused outside. “Barely even married and you’re already trying to tell me what to do.” Castiel could confuse humour on the best of days and your uncertain tone didn’t help matters. He heard your words for what they were and nodded solemnly.

“I apologize,” he said. “It wasn’t my intention. I only meant to suggest—”

“It’s okay, Cas,” you said quickly. Wow, this was not off to a good start. “Um, why don’t we just…” You stopped short, not sure you could finish. Castiel tipped his head. You turned away and cranked the doorknob, rushing into the room. You held the door open and Castiel stepped in, somehow looking so big in the doorway. You swallowed as he swept past, slowly closing the door as he wandered further in. The door closed and locked with a gentle click.

You remained there for a moment, hands on the doorframe, gaze falling nowhere particular, breath levelling.

“Y/N,” Castiel said, and your name was spoken with a sort of sorrow. You looked over your shoulder, saw him standing in the middle of your room. His hands were at his sides, his regard gentle if not wary. “I won’t force myself on you,” he said. “Please, don’t feel obligated…” He stepped to the side, his gaze never leaving you. “You’re safe in the bunker. We can consummate our marriage when you’re comfortable.”

You supposed it was easy for him to conflate your nerves with reservation. You faced him squarely, wrung your hands.

“I am comfortable, Castiel,” you said. “Don’t worry, I… I am definitely okay with this.” He didn’t look entirely convinced, gaze focussed like he analyzed each breath you took. It was then a thought occurred to you, a very reasonable one. After all, your attraction to Castiel was more than apparent, but he never showed any signs of interest in you. If there was anyone grappling the strings of basic consent… “Cas,” you said quickly, absolutely not wanting to hurt him anymore than he did you, “if you don’t feel comfortable then we don’t have to. I know I’m not—and we’re not—and it’s okay. Like you said, the bunker is safe and I can wait—”

“Y/N,” he said, and seemed faintly amused now, “sleeping with you would not be difficult or burdensome.”

“Oh.” Oh. “Well, I… good. Good. That’s good.”

You received a faint smile at that, a barely perceptible nod of his head. Then he sighed a bit, looking around himself.

“Should we… begin?” he asked, looking at you. You were still recovering from the implied compliment. Tumbling out of your own silly mind, you measured the large gap of space between you and Castiel. Your blood thundered hotly with promise of that distance shortening. You nodded wordlessly, head bobbing. You took another breath and placed your hands on your own waist, glancing at Cas just as his fingers prepared a snap.

“Whoa—wait,” you said, guessing his objective. He paused, hand still in the air. “What are you doing?”

“I was… removing our clothes.” His brow furrowed, confusion evident.

“I thought so,” you said with a gasp, waving a hand. “Um, don’t do that. Not like that. I just… let’s go slow, yeah?” Good thing you caught that one. Suddenly standing naked across a naked Castiel might have sent you hurtling to the floor. Hopefully those smelling salts weren’t off the table.

“I apologize,” Castiel said sincerely, lowering his hand. “I assumed you would want to finish this quickly.”

“I, um,” you stammered, tearing your gaze from him. You weren’t sure why it was so hard to admit but you couldn’t force your next words. Castiel watched you, mildly fretful. You sucked in a breath and exhaled it just as quickly. “I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m just… I’m just kind of nervous. I’ve never…” He tipped his head, attempting to find your roving gaze. You slowly looked at him, his imploring regard. It eased your nerves but barely, your stomach still wound in knots.

“Never,” he repeated, vast celestial mind uncovering multiple truths. He straightened and looked at you dead-on, seeming confident in his supposition. “Sex with an angel,” he said. He stepped closer to you but not with intent, more like a sage mentor delivering a lecture. “I understand it can be daunting. There was a reason heaven outlawed our relations in the first place, though I confess that most of those laws have proven to be archaic and unreasonable. But you don’t need to have any fears. You’re not a normal human… and truth be told I’m hardly a normal angel. And I can prevent pregnancy, if you fear that as well.” He just kept going and you couldn’t find an appropriate moment to interject. “There is only one deviation from human intercourse in our case, consummating our union on the celestial plane, but I will show you what to do. It’s a very simple matter.”

“Cas,” you said, his words reassuring in all ways but one. For some reason, you still couldn’t force the v-word past your lips. Castiel looked at you oddly. You gestured sort of helplessly around yourself. “That, uh, that wasn’t what I meant.”

He looked a bit confused, contemplative, eyes squinting.

Then realization dawned on him all at once. You had never seen his face commit to such open and sudden expression. His gaze dropped over your body and then settled on your face, his voice once more certain.

“You’re a virgin,” he said. You nodded. He stared at you a minute and then frowned, seeming truly distressed with this information. He turned away and creased his brow. “I wish you would have told me,” he said, mind clearly somewhere else. You crossed your arms self-consciously over your chest, a bit surprised at his response. It was tricky for you to vocalize but you were a human and silly insecurities were inherent in your nature. But it wasn’t a big deal, in the end, and you had no idea why Castiel was so badly affected by this.

“I’m sorry,” you said, because you didn’t know what else to say. Castiel looked at you again, startled by your words.

“Sorry?” he repeated, stepping towards you once more. “Why should you apologize? I’m the one responsible for this.”

You laughed, a choked sound, at the absurdity of his remark.

“Uh, Cas, I’m pretty sure you’re not responsible for my virginity,” you said, attempting to keep your voice light despite how you felt. “The culprit for that one is just, you know, my general face and personality.”

He looked even more bewildered by this, taking a minute to digest every word. He was flustered, like he didn’t know where to begin. He finally spoke and looked you in the eye.

“I am responsible because I should have given you an opportunity to be with other people,” he said. “I never even thought to ask. Now our spiritual vows have been sealed and you’re bound to this, to me.” He turned away again, growing more irate with himself. You felt a bit better when you realized what bothered him. It wasn’t the fact you were a virgin on its own; he simply thought he wronged you by stealing you from your oh-so long line of suitors.

“Cas, it’s okay,” you said, uncrossing your arms. You stepped closer to him, the distance between you reduced to three feet. You reached over and gently touched his arm, fleetingly. “Trust me, I wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone else anyway. Face and personality, remember?” It was a joke but he looked at you with utmost seriousness.

“Why do you keep saying that?” he asked. “You are a beautiful human, Y/N, both in terms of physical appearance and spiritual characteristics.”

He said it so fervently, so sincerely. Your eyes must have watered, though you didn’t really notice, because Castiel’s ire crumbled. He looked crestfallen.

“I’ve upset you,” he said. You blinked, the strain from your eyes gone as quickly as it came.

“What?” you asked. “No, you haven’t. That was a nice thing to say. I just…” You stared at one another for a minute, neither daring to move or speak. He seemed to study your face for a sign of distress or upset or anything. You, on the other hand, actually felt better now. The compliments were nice, as was Castiel’s care for your wellbeing, but this moment was good for its honesty. Until now, you and Castiel tread on eggshells around one another, everything a bit strained, tense, awkward. That border slowly faded, the space between you smaller.

You wet your lips, tongue swiping your bottom lip. His eyes fell to the motion before resettling. Your stomach was still coiled in warm, nervous knots, but you breathed easier and even managed a genuine smile as you stepped that little bit closer.

“Maybe,” you said, grinding lace between your thumb and forefinger, “we should just… stop talking… until it’s… until we… you know…”

“If you would prefer that,” he said gruffly, nodding in acquiescence. “But… we’ll go slowly,” he verified. You nodded, smiling.

“Slowly,” you agreed. “Sounds good.”

There was an awkward moment where no one moved. You just stared at each other, weighing the moment. Your hands lifted and lowered in unison before silently agreeing upon a verdict. You undressed yourselves, Castiel loosening his tie and pulling it over his head. You wore a slip beneath your dress and, despite the fact you would eventually be naked, you pulled your arms into your clothes and removed the slip without taking off the dress. It fell to the ground at your feet and you kicked it aside, pushing your arms back out.

Castiel watched, seemingly charmed with the odd moment. You barely noticed, blushing too hard and distracted with what came next. Castiel pulled off his trenchcoat and suit jacket, stepping away to place them on your desk. While his back was turned, you figured you would quickly remove your dress. It would give you a second to compose yourself before he looked at you.

Easier said than done. The zipper was on your back and you twisted and turned, attempting to grab it. Sam had zipped you up earlier, a casual affair especially with the slip for modesty. This problem should have occurred to you then. Thankfully, Castiel kept his back turned while kicking off his shoes and socks, so you had another minute to figure something out. You attempted to grab the bottom of the skirt, hoisting it up around your waist. No good. You weren’t pulling this thing off without ripping it apart, if you even had that strength.

With an aggravated huff, the skirt fell back into place.

“Cas,” you said, embarrassed and forlorn. He turned around, fingers halfway through unbuttoning his shirt. Trying not to look at the bit of exposed skin, eyes resolutely fixed on his curious face, you smiled weakly. “Um, I need some help.”

“With what?” he said, approaching. He stopped right in front of you.

“Can’t reach the back,” you said, turning around quickly. You curved your hand over your shoulder and pointed down. “If, uh, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” he said, speaking cordially. You swallowed, wringing your hands as he stepped closer. You weren’t sure that angels usually breathed but you supposed his vessel would overcome much of his wont right now—his warm breath ghosting across the back of your neck with his proximity. You fought to stay still, offer no distinct reaction. His hand landed on the curve of your shoulder, palm against your bicep, his other hand between your shoulder blades. He dragged the zipper down, a faint chill goosing your exposed skin. You supposed it would be okay to shiver now.

You were about to turn around and thank him when both his hands went to the middle of your back. Before you could think twice, he had unhooked your bra. You supposed that was your fault. You told him you couldn’t reach the back so he probably assumed you meant everything, not just the dress.

“Thank you,” you said, slowly turning around. A flood of heat rushed below, his stare headier than you anticipated.

“You’re welcome,” he said, and his already rough voice sounded huskier. He took a step back, looking down at his shirt to undo the buttons. You were distracted for a moment, watching as he drew the garment off his shoulders and pulled it down his arms. You always knew Castiel was a sight for a sore eyes but you weren’t braced for all that. Everything was tingling below your waist, your eyes roaming the strong, beautiful planes of his chest. He gathered his dress shirt in his hands and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it onto the desk from where he stood. He looked at you briefly, seemed to notice you hadn’t moved, but he did not comment. His hands looked a bit shakier, reaching for his belt.

If your silly self was so easily swayed by a bare chest, you probably shouldn’t have lowered your gaze. He was half-hard already, a very slight tent against the front of his dark trousers. A short breath escaped your nose, eyes watching calloused fingers against the belt. You somehow managed to break your own trance, realizing he struggled. You weren’t sure if he was out of touch with manually undressing or if he was nervous too. It seemed odd, Castiel, Smouldering Angel of the Lord, being nervous to be with you. He fumbled with the belt either way, the prong of the buckle jabbing his fingers.

“Here,” you said, not lifting your eyes, stepping closer. “Let me.”

It was almost a compulsion. You slipped your hands past his, his fingers skimming your knuckles as he pulled back. You unbuckled the belt and parted it, gently pushing the leather through the foremost loops on his pants. You looked up at him then, his eyes already set on you. Your hands lingered by his hips, moving only when his own returned. He pulled the belt off, flattening the leather against his palm.

“Thank you,” he said, then promptly walked away. You blinked yourself back into reality. Castiel returned to the desk to deposit his belt and you turned your back, pulling the dress down until it pooled at your feet. Blushing already, you picked it up and draped it over a chair, removing your bra and laying it nearby. You looked at Castiel over your shoulder, saw him watching you from the corner of his eye. He was folding his pants, standing there in a pair of white boxers. You both looked away from each other when your gazes met. You heard his pants hit the desk and then the ruffle of more material.

Oh god, you thought, hands frozen on your hips. There was a naked Castiel standing somewhere behind you. You weren’t sure you could breathe right.

“Y/N?” Castiel said. By the sound of his voice, he was near the foot of the bed. “Are you all right? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Um, no, fine,” you said, shaking your head. That reminded you about your hair. You wasted a moment, your back still turned, taking apart your updo. Lock after lock tumbled free, the final elastic snapping in your nervous haste. Only one thing left to do. You took the plunge, breathed in deeply, breathed out again. Then you pushed your underwear down your thighs, past your knees, and kicked them off. You turned around and faced him before you could second guess yourself.

You didn’t actually see his initial reaction, your own reaction at the forefront. You looked him over, managing to feel both aroused and annoyed because ugh he was built like a freaking Adonis. You almost felt like covering your body but decided against it, mostly because you didn’t think you could move at the moment. It was Castiel’s voice that summoned you, and you realized you had been staring right at his half-hard cock. If you thought you were blushing before, you definitely were now.

“We should perhaps…” he said, looking at the bed. Breathing unevenly, you nodded.

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “Right. Of course.”

You shuffled over to the bed, debating how to position yourself. Castiel stood waiting, looking between you and the bed like he wasn’t sure which was more appropriate. You eventually sat down, shoulders curving inward, your arms awkwardly crossing your chest now that you could think straight. You laid back, eyes directed to the ceiling, head slowly placed on your pillow. You kept your knees bent, your hands on your chest, your breath laboured. Your heart was positively hammering.

“Human sexuality can be awkward,” Castiel said, your gaze moving to him. He looked at you kindly. “But I‘ve come to understand it is not necessary. Do you trust me?”

Your heart melted, easing the thunderous rhythm. Of course you trusted Castiel—Castiel who saved you from death the very first time you met him, who delivered you safely to a new life, who might have been distant but never unkind, and who sought to be a gentleman when he could have bypassed your nerves and simply settled the affair. You smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, Cas,” you said. “I do.”

“Then turn over.”

All right – so you hadn’t been expecting that. You watched him for a moment, confused. He waited with perfect patience. You eventually complied, supposing there was no reason to refuse, and you rolled onto your stomach, stretching your legs out. His weight sunk onto the mattress beside you, his bare hip against yours. You folded your hands beneath your chin and stared at the headboard, your muscles tensing all over again.

“I’m going to touch you,” he said. That voice really was too much. You nodded your consent, expecting his hands to land anywhere but where they did. Fingers curled over your shoulders, palms pressing your stiff muscles, gently kneading the stress from your body. You bit your lower lip, eyes fluttering closed. His hands were warm, palms a bit rough, grip strong. His thumbs swept down your shoulder blades, pressing in, then he followed the curve of your spine. You fell soft and pliant beneath his ministrations, remaining so even when he moved. The warmth beside you vacated and then hands were on your thighs, parting them. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

You were only capable of a content “nghhh” noise, your head nodding once. Then he was settled between your legs and his hands were on your waist, continuing to massage the restless nerves. You squirmed when his hands moved too low at your sides, tickling you. He paused at your sudden reaction.

“Sorry,” you giggled. “Bit ticklish.”

Cheeky bastard purposefully swiped his fingers there, earning more giggles.

“Cas!” you exclaimed, looking at him over your shoulder. He was smiling.

“Apologies,” he said. “I like your laughter.”

This guy was gonna be the death of you.

“I guess I forgive you,” you teased, facing forward again. You wiggled your hips, settling in again, amazed with how comfortable you felt considering your vulnerable position.

His hands left your sides and went to your lower back, massaging deftly until his thumbs swiped just above your rear. You knew what view you afforded him this entire time, but you suddenly felt a little more naked knowing where his gaze had fallen. But your nerves gave way to anticipation as you waited to see—or feel—what he would do. He did not disappoint, drawing his hands a little lower to hold your hips, thumbs tracing small circles over your skin. He waited for a protestation but met nothing, one hand sliding over the curve of your rear. You shoved your mouth against a pillow, not wanting to make a noise for such a simple action.

“You are very beautiful,” Castiel suddenly said, and all hope of composure went out the window. You swallowed, lifting your head to glance back again. He was on his knees, knelt between your legs, his hands on you and his gaze very low on your body. His hand moved back up, thumb skimming the soft skin before tentatively settling at the crease of your ass. He pressed down gently, drawing his thumb down the cleft. Your hips lifted instinctively, your bare chest rubbing against the bedclothes, heat pooling below at the gradual build of sensation. You swore you saw the moment his pupils dilated, watching your hips roll for him, hearing your breather stutter. “I’m a fortunate husband,” he said, causing your stomach knot deliciously. “Even if only for a night.”

Castiel, the great seducer. Who would have thought.

“Cas,” you murmured, pressing your forehead to your shoulder. You breathed unevenly. “I—I—” You knew all the graphic mechanics of sex, had sought your own pleasure from time to time. You were a virgin, not a saint. All the same, you found it hard to ask for what you wanted, not sure of the words. But he understood your wanting phrases, hand sliding beneath you. Then he was right where you needed. Careful fingers parted your damp folds, middle finger finding your clit fast. You allowed yourself a verbal reaction, a small mewl into the skin of your shoulder. You turned your face down, forehead against a pillow while he rubbed two fingers back and forth.

“This should make it easier,” Castiel said, words barely registering. You rested your cheek against the pillow and closed your eyes, biting your lower lip when he eased a finger inside you. “Is this… all right?” He sounded legitimately unsure, drawing back his finger then inching it forward. Your back had curved, ass lifted a bit obscenely to grant him space. You just nodded, gripping the pillow beneath your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “good.”

He added a second finger, the most you had ever pressed into yourself. But his fingers were thicker than yours, textured differently, and there was a faint stretch as he carefully worked them in and out. It felt incredible, eased by how wet you already were. He curled his fingers slightly, causing you to moan and shudder faintly. You ground yourself onto his hand, moaning again as his fingers stretched deeper. He made a sound behind you, his fingers moving a bit faster, then scissoring slightly. His movements were hesitant but growing surer. He obviously understood what he had to do even if the effectiveness was an uncertainty. You most definitely proved he was correct.

“I am privileged to be the one to see you like this,” he said, voice lower, breath running ragged. You moaned again, canting your hips back. He pulled his fingers down and carefully added a third, easing them back in. Your grip on the pillow tightened, your head minutely turned, a breathy sound leaving your mouth before you bit your bottom lip. His free hand reached for your face, suddenly and gently touching your lip. You stopped biting it, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. Your gaze could not hold, eyes closing the further his fingers went inside you. He dragged his free hand down your shoulder, over your back, down your spine, settling on your ass and gently rubbing the flesh. “Your body…” he said, sounding a little amazed, hand on your hip while the other worked a bit faster, harder, “feels… right. Good for this.” He paused his action, leaving you panting, keen. “It should be loved. Often.” You groaned, writhing until he pinned your hip down and slowly removed his fingers. “On your back,” he said, wet fingers against your thigh, his other hand drawing your hair out of your face, smoothing it down. “When you’re ready.”

Oh god – oh god – this was it –

Arms shaky, you managed to push yourself up and turn over. Your nipples had hardened, every nerve sensitive but no longer anxious. Castiel stepped off the bed so you could manoeuvre yourself. You flopped onto your back, hands at your sides, chest heaving and your sex aching for attention. Castiel placed himself at your feet, fisting his cock and running lazy strokes back and forth. He was as hard as you were wet, a bead of precum at the tip of his cock which he swiped, expression flittering with pleasure, drawing his hand back down his length. Your legs were already slightly parted but you spread them further, urging him to move closer. He did, hands falling on the outside of your thighs. One gripped tight, lifting your hips, while the other reached up and snagged an unused pillow. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, placing them on your stomach, then at your sides, then tucking one beside your head.

“Are you comfortable?” Castiel asked, securing the pillow beneath your hips. You could hardly mind such matters with his cock brushing the inside of your thigh, your need for him launching you past lingering shyness.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding vehemently, “definitely.”

“Tell me if I…” He frowned, clearly imaging the prospect of hurting you. “My grace should make it easier.” He placed a hand on either thigh, holding you open. You shivered, fisting a hand in your own hair, the other in the bedsheets, while looking at him. He looked down at where he held you, his chest visibly rising and falling with breath now. His body had almost completely overcome him but you could see him fighting to restrain himself. Then his fingers were at your sex again, a hand on his cock, and then the head was nudging at your entrance and your breath caught. He pressed forward, gentle as he could without prolonging the moment to pain. Your held breath collapsed and you started breathing hard, knuckles whitening where they clutched the bedsheet. Castiel looked at you, cupped your jaw and caressed the side of your face. Your eyes closed, leaning into his touch as he moved inside you, inch by solid inch. Your knees bent at his hips, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, breath escaping through your nose. You could feel the faint stretch and burn, but it was not as painful as you thought it might have been. Whether that was your body alone or Castiel’s grace, somehow healing whatever damage caused, you were not sure. All you knew was that by the time your bodies touched, Castiel buried completely inside you, it felt right.

“Ah, Cas—” you wheezed, hands grabbing his shoulders. He curled one hand into your hair, holding tight, his expression heated and blissful at once.

“You feel—” he began, his other hand below your thigh, drawing it against his hip. You moaned, head tipping back, his grip on your hair tightening. He seemed to think better of whatever he meant to say, face falling to the juncture between your shoulder and neck, warm breath swiping your skin. “This constitutes as consummation,” he rasped, clearly fighting very hard to hold still. His lips moved against your skin as he spoke, your nails lightly scratching his shoulders. He might have been able to hold still but you were aching for something, feeling whole and full and needy for more. “We can… stop here. If you prefer,” he finished.

In a bold move you would never regret, you hooked your other leg around him.

“I didn’t take off all my clothes for that,” you teased, feeling him laugh lightly against your skin. He lifted his head, looked down at you, shifting his hips slightly. The marginal movement caused you to hold him tighter, lips parting in a soundless reaction.

“Then it’s my responsibility to make your sacrifices meaningful,” he said, and then his hips drew back slightly before pushing forward again. You groaned, grappling at him like he was an anchor to your boat in a storm. His fingers wrapped in your hair, pressing into your scalp, his face staring down into yours as he moved inside you, a gradual, slow rhythm. Your breathing fell into measure with him, your fingers pressing hard enough into his shoulders to bruise.

“The marriage is a good thing,” you found some words to say, and if Castiel wasn’t currently rocking you into a tempest of heat, you might have been embarrassed at your own confession. “After tonight, I don’t think I could have anyone else inside me.” His moan turned into something of a growl, hips beginning to thrust with a little more verve, mouth dropping to your shoulder. You tightened your legs around him, your next sound louder than necessary, falling into more delirious phrases. “You feel so good there,” you gasped, throwing your head back. “Better than anything or anyone. All… all a wife could ask for…”

He sucked a kiss on your shoulder, teeth scraping your skin and tongue dabbing the spot. It was probably the weirdest and most mild kink to have, but he was clearly enraptured with the marital titles.

“A husband should care for his wife,” he rumbled, shifting so you balanced better on the pillow and he could drive further into you. You gasped, raking your nails down his back. “Especially when she takes him so well.”

“Oh, Cas—”

“I need to see you now,” he said, kissing below your ear and then lifting his face over yours. “Y/N, give me your hand.” One of his hands was wrapped around your hip but he held the other up, near your head. Your hands were still gripping his shoulders, not wanting to let go as he rode you with such unrelenting passion. But you did as he asked, crashing your hand into his. He clutched it, kissing your palm before drawing it close. He slowed inside you, breathing hard, eyes on your wrist. “I must expose the brink of your prophetic elements,” he said, like that meant anything to you. You rolled your hips beneath him, causing his eyes to flutter closed for a moment. He pressed down on top of you, fingers clamping around your wrist. “Please,” he said. “Once this is consummated according to heaven’s second will, I promise,” he kissed your wrist, teeth gentle against the soft skin, “I promise,” he repeated, eyes dark, “I will fuck you into the bed you lay on.”

“Cas,” you breathed, “since when do you say things like that?” It was meant to be a thought more than legitimate question but he just smiled, the sort of smile you only saw in moments of grave consequence and confrontation, intense and steadfast.

“I’ve been on earth some time,” he said. “And inside you long enough to know what you want.”

“Well, fuck,” you smiled gently, “get on with it then.”

He held your wrist in his hand, fingernails gentle against the skin. He drew them a few inches down to the middle of your arm, then held steady. He looked at you with more seriousness.

“This is likely to hurt,” he said. “Are you prepared?”

You nodded, braced. You weren’t sure what to expect when his nails suddenly punctured your lower arm. Bewildered, you watched as the broken skin did not emit blood but light. Golden and warm and simmering hot like burn marks where he scratched. You stared down, mouth agape. Then Castiel was lifting your arm to his face and you swore your heart leapt into your throat, pain momentarily forgotten as he opened his mouth and gently lowered his lips to the bleeding light. It was a soothing sensation, mouth soft and damp against the searing heat of bright gold, lips deftly pressing around the skin. You shuddered, a full tremor shaking your spine when his tongue stroked the skin. Every sweet spot seemed to sing at once, his mouth against some intimate, noncorporeal aspect of your humanity. Then he returned your arm, lacing your fingers with his.

“You must do the same,” he said. You had no idea how, not too sure what he had done. You went to voice this concern but he shook his head, gently rocking his hips into yours. Your worries tumbled from mind. “It will work,” he said. “I trust you as well, Y/N.”

Breathless, you unlaced your fingers and lowered them to his arm, resting against the skin before dragging your nails as he had done. The ritual did something because you thought nothing substantial to enact it. All the same, his light bled in a bluish colour, blaring through the cracked skin of the vessel.

“It must be inside you,” he said, eyes glowing a brighter blue than normal. “It binds your soul to me.”

“Forever,” you whispered, bringing his arm to your mouth.

“Yes,” he said, watching with those inhumanly blue eyes. “Eternity.” As he had done, you closed your mouth over the light. You felt nothing at first, just his skin beneath your lips, so you followed his example and swiped your tongue. A warm sensation immediately flooded you, seeming to run along every vein, muscle, bone, and sinew. Castiel made a low noise, a barely stifled grunt. Then he pulled his arm back and grabbed your hand, pressing your arms together so gold and blue blistered into a hot white together. You cried out, immense amounts of pleasure flooding every last pore and nerve, almost too much to bear. It faded and when you looked into his face, for a moment you thought you saw many faces—beautiful and bright and warm and gazing at you from a hundred vantages. Blinking and breathing, you fell back into the human moment, your arms healed and Castiel panting.

Then he was moving inside you again, making good on his promise to fuck you into the bed. Castiel moved onto his knees and grabbed your hips, lifting you right up against him as he thrust down. The pillow helped somewhat though your back still curved. Honestly, that celestial action had felt similar to an orgasm and it slightly wore at you, even while your body begged for more. You couldn’t believe you had ever worried about this moment. Now you were only worried it would never happen again.

But that thought fell from mind as Castiel’s expression slowly changed, features tight, his hips snapping erratically. You clenched around him, watched that beautiful expression fall apart as he slumped forward, thrusting a few more times as he came inside you.

After it ended, both of you lay there for a moment, Castiel softening inside you, your gaze blurry, breath hard. The celestial interlude had clearly affected you both. You never thought you could feel so fucked out without even technically coming (at least the human way). But you were exhausted, more tired by the second. Castiel regained his strength first, though perhaps only marginally, lifting himself off of you and moving aside. You hummed contently, pressing yourself into your bed as he rearranged the pillows and tossed aside the one beneath you. He sat behind you, leaning against the headboard, and you rolled over and peered up.

“Are you leaving?” you asked. He lay down, his arm circling your shoulders and drawing you against him. You rested your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Not if you wish for me to stay,” he said.

“I do,” you replied, yawning thereafter. Sleepily, you nodded again. “I do.”

He smiled against the top of your head, kissing your crown. His hand smoothed down your hair and settled on your shoulder, holding you close.

“I do too,” he said.

part 2

castiel x reader masterpost

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE | RUKI 12 (ENGLISH)

♥ MASTERPOST (CLICK FOR OTHER CHAPTERS) ♥

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. I will be translating both endings by the way, and I’ll be adding the white scenarios to each chapter later (because I’m a lazy piece of butt that forgot to do it at first and just stuck with it every chapter dkjfdkfdj)

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-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION-

Reiji: ...Well then, Shuu and I will be going out. Kino, Yuma. I leave the housesitting to you.

Kino: Of course. Don’t worry, be safe!

-LOCATION: OUTSIDE THE SCARLET MANSION-

Azusa: Reiji and Shuu... It seems like they’ve left the mansion...

Kou: Oh, Ruki, another one of your brilliant war tactics! By the way, what was written in the letter that we secretly delivered to that mansion?

Ruki: Something basic. I wrote that I’d like to talk to Reiji about Eve. Reiji wants Eve in order to become King, so even if he’s suspicious of that letter, he won’t be able to ignore it.

Yui: Well then, those two are heading to the Orange mansion right about now... (The mansion might have fallen to ruin because we haven’t been there for so long...)

Azusa: Still, I wonder if Reiji really is suspicious, because he’s a very cautious person.

Ruki: They’re obviously considering the possibility of traps. That’s why they decided to go with at least one person as a guard. However, the fact that he’s taking Sakamaki Shuu with him... Deep in his unconscious, Reiji might be sensing that they are brothers in real life...

Yui: Yeah... I’m sure they harbour all kinds of feelings against each other, but the fact that they’re brothers won’t change... But, if Reiji had assigned Yuma as his guard, what would they have planned on doing?

Ruki: However the situation could have played out, it wouldn’t have mattered. In that case, though, it would’ve been best to hide in the forest and take back Yuma. However, it seems like we’ve found ourselves in a beneficial situation.

Azusa: Only Yuma and Kino... are in the mansion right now.

Kou: What an ideal opportunity.

Yui: Yeah. Let’s go in, and get Yuma. And... talk with Kino—

Ruki: Yes... let’s get on with our plan.

-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION-

Kou: Sorry for the intrusion!

Azusa: Good evening...

Yuma: An enemy raid!? Wait, it’s you assholes again!

Kou: Heya, Yuma! We just happened to stop by for a visit!

Yuma: ‘Just happened to,’ my ass! What are you being all excited for? Is that really what you’re supposed to say when you’re raiding your enemy?

Azusa: Of course, we came to carry out our plan... with all of our strength.

Yuma: Heh... you’re even saying it aloud. Well then, I won’t go easy on you either.

*Yuma draws sword*

Yuma: Come at me. I’ll take on the both of you.

Kino: Well then, good luck! I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines.

Yuma: What the hell? If you’re here, you might as well help me out!

Kou: What’s the deal with you two? It feels like you’re just lying in wait.

Kino: You see, my brother Reiji was suspicious of that letter, and left us with a message. That the mansion might become the target of a raid, that is. And he was spot on! I didn’t expect anything less from my brother Reiji.

Azusa: They saw right through us after all...

Kou: That still won’t change any of our plans. Let’s go, Azusa!

Azusa: O-okay...!

*swords clashing*

-LOCATION: OUTSIDE THE SCARLET MANSION-

Yui: (I hear sounds of fighting coming from the mansion. It’s already begun...!) (They’re alright, aren’t they?)

Ruki: ...It seems like everything has gone according to plan so far.

Yui: Y-yeah... (I’m looking at his side profile, and it looks like he’s only somewhat cheering them on.)

— SELECTION —

1. みんなが心配？　Are you worried about them? (black)

Yui: Are you worried about them...?

Ruki: No, I feel like I shouldn’t have to be nervous. This is the plan that I devised myself. What would you do if I was concerned about my own plan?You’re the one who’s looking a bit pale.

Yui: Ah, am I?

2. 緊張するよね　You’re nervous, aren’t you? (white)

Yui: You’re nervous after all, aren’t you?

Ruki: Yeah. It’s only natural. I can’t help it. However, oddly enough it calms me down then you say those kinds of things to me.

Yui: Really? I’m glad.

Ruki: You look more tense then I do, though.

Yui: W-well. I must be nervous too.

— END OF SELECTION DIALOGUE —

Ruki: I guess it can’t be helped. Come here.

*rustling sounds*

Yui: Wha...!

Ruki: Don’t raise your voice. I’m only holding you close. I know we’re rushing into things, but we’ll be in trouble if this fails. Try and get yourself together.

Yui: O-okay...

Ruki: We have no other choice than to launch a large-scale attack in order to make everyone’s memories return. However, I don’t think we’ll be able to do it with everything working out so conveniently.

Yui: Yeah... that’s why we’re trying to get Yuma out of that mansion somehow. And then, we can only wait until Yuma’s memories come back.. ...But that is kidnapping, isn’t it?

Ruki: We only came here to take my little brother back home.

Yui: (Well, smooth words make smooth ways.)

Ruki: Anyway, you seem to have relaxed a little. Are you ready to go?

Yui: Yes, of course!

Ruki: Alright. Let’s go inside.

-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION-

*sounds of glass breaking*

Ruki: Well, we’ve succeeded in breaking our way in through the window.

Yui: Do you think they’ve noticed us?

Ruki: Kou and Azusa are making such a loud scene. They shouldn’t notice a sound like this. Let’s lay low while we can.

Yui: Right! (Ah, there’s a chess board in this house too.) (And all the same pieces... with four missing.)

Ruki: What are you waiting for? Hurry up.

Yui: Ah, yes!

-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION HALLWAY-

*swords clashing*

Yuma: Ha! You won’t win a fight by only running around trying to get away, you know? Show a little nerve!

Kou: Ah... you sure have a monstrous amount of stamina, jeez...

Kino: Ah, we’re in such luck to have Yuma on our side.

Yuma: I’m tellin’ ya, come and help me!

Kino: But it seems like you’re all having fun, and it would be disrespectful of me to get in the way, right?

Yuma: Are you an idiot? Reiji entrusted the mansion to us.

Azusa: Kou, it’s about time...

Kou: Yes...! Hey, you two, you’re a force to be reckoned with... I’ll make you regret this.

Yuma: What? You still have enough balls?

Kou: You have angered me... so I shall have to use my lethal move!

Yuma: Ha? Lethal move?

Azusa: Yes, lethal move...

Kou: Yes, yes, my amazing technique! I stayed up all night coming up with it! Watch and learn, okay!?

Yuma: W-what the fuck are you saying?

Ruki: You lose awareness of your surroundings when you only focus on one thing. That’s a bad habit of yours.

Yuma: Wha... you’re behind me?

Ruki: Let’s go!

Yui: Hi-yah!

*Yui throws a net over Yuma*

Yuma: Woah!? What the hell? Fuck, I can’t get out!

Yui: I did it! I got him good!

Yuma: Hey, what the fuck are you doing?

Ruki: It’s a hunting net. We found it at the supply spawner. I didn’t think I’d have to use it on you, though.

Yuma: I don’t want to hear your fucking explanation! I want out!

Ruki: Unfortunately, we can’t let you out. I have no intentions of fighting you either. We came to take you home, Yuma.

Yuma: What? To take me home...

Kino: Yeah, yeah, stop right there. Let’s quit the blabbering.

Yui: Kino... (He might be the mastermind behind all of this, and he’s the only one who we can’t figure out...) (This is the first time I meet him...)

Kino: Could you kindly let go of my brother? Although I’m not sure how Yuma feels about being caught alive in a net...

Yuma: Shut the fuck up!

Kino: So? I’m here, so I won’t let you be taken easily. I wonder what your intentions are.

Yui: That’s... (I get it. Our biggest obstacle now is figuring out how to get past Kino.) (However, I don’t think we should pass up the one opportunity to talk to him directly either...)

Azusa: Ruki... Eve...

Kou: It’s okay. Let’s leave it to them.

Azusa: Okay...

Ruki: Kino. Aside from taking Yuma, I also came here to talk to you. So, that’s why Reiji and Shuu left the mansion for me.

Kino: Heh, so it was you who lured them out. And what could that possibly have to do with me?

Ruki: ...Well, your memories haven’t been distorted, have they?

Yui: ...!? Ruki? (We don’t know Kino’s true intentions yet, so why is he bringing this up already?)

Kino: Memories? What are you talking about? I have not the slightest of a clue.

Ruki: Drop the facade already. I just mentioned Reiji’s and Shuu’s surname. ‘Sakamaki,’ that is. And you didn’t even flinch. Why?

Kino: ...!

Yui: Ah, now that I think of it...! (When you lose your memory, you’d forget about the Sakamaki and Mukami families. So...)

Kino: ...A surprise attack? Look at you, smiling all smugly. Ah, well, I thought I’d keep up the act for a little bit longer, but I guess I can drop it now. Alrighty then. That’s true. I’ve gotten back my memories, just like you lot.

Yui: What...! How did you...

Kino: It’s nothing to be surprised about. If you’d paid attention to my behaviour, and the way I talk, you’d have noticed ages ago.

Ruki: Thanks for being so quick about it. Then, let me ask you. The distorted memories, the fighting over Eve... did you orchestrate all of this?

Kino: ...

Yui: (If he said yes, could Kino really be...)

Yuma: H-hey, what are y’all talking about? That thing about memories... Kino, what’s going on?

Ruki: Yuma...

Kino: Ah, right. Yuma is the only one here who doesn’t know yet. Haha, how pitiful. I thought this was all pretty tedious, but dealing some blows to you isn’t all that bad either.

*Kino draws dagger*

Yui: A dagger? (Could he possibly want to keep fighting?) (No, no, Kino is looking elsewhere—wait a minute...)

Ruki: It can’t be!

Yuma: H-hey... Kino?

Kino: Well, you aren’t really able to move, wrapped up in a net like this... I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to be the sacrifice, Yuma!

*Kino swings the dagger*

Yuma: Wha...!?

Yui: No...!

Ruki: Yuma!

*Ruki jumps in front of Yuma to take the hit*

Ruki: Agh...!

Yui: R-ruki!?

Yuma: W-why...

Kino: Ah, I expected you to shield him. The dagger seems to be stuck in your arm, are you okay?

Ruki: Never mind that. Why did you aim at Yuma...

Kino: Don’t you already know why?

*Yui runs over to Ruki*

Yui: Ruki! Your arm... don’t move, I’ll help you!

Ruki: I’m alright. You’d better get away. We don’t know what Kino will do next.

*Kou and Azusa run to Ruki*

Kou: Ruki, get behind us! We’ll handle it!

Azusa: It looks painful... you should stop the bleeding...

Ruki: You two, take Yuma and get out of here quickly!

Yui: Ruki, you want us to leave you here on your own? That’s...

Yuma: Why...

Yui: Yuma?

Yuma: Why are you protecting me...?

Ruki: ...It certainly is uncommon. Usually, you’re the one who takes up the job of being everyone’s shield... and I thank you for that.

Yuma: Usually? What are you talking about... Fuck, I can’t remember!

Ruki: You don’t have to push yourself. Take your time to remember. You must remember, so we’ll help you get there. Let’s return home together, Yuma.

Yuma: Ruki...

*that god awful peep sound*

Yuma: [struggles and falls over]

Yui: Yuma!? Could this be what happens before he—

Ruki: That dizziness? Why, all of a sudden...

Kino: Maybe he was deeply moved by his brother, who bravely protected him?

Yui: Kino...

Ruki: ...Kou, Azusa. Take care of Yuma.

Azusa: G-got it...

*Kou and Azusa take Yuma with them*

Ruki: ...Kino.

Kino: Huh? Are you angry? I did help you make Yuma’s memories come back, though.

Ruki: You were pointing the dagger at his heart. Yuma would’ve been in danger if I hadn’t jumped in front of him. ...You think I’ll forgive you for this?

Kino: Haha, so scary! Why so serious?

Yui: Kino... is it you!? The person who messed up our memories and brought us here?

Kino: Hehe, I’m sorry, but no. We’re all in the same boat.

Yui: What...!?

Kino: My memories returned a little while ago, but I couldn’t do anything about this whole situation, so I just gave up. And then you guys came along and made it all interesting. You swept in and disrupted everything!

Yui: Disrupted everything...

Ruki: Do you really think we believe you?

Kino: You’re free to believe in whatever you please. However, I’ll just tell you that nothing will change just because you’ve come past me. And while we’re at it, I’m a vampire on the Sakamaki’s side. It’s obvious that you don’t know who I am.

Yui: Huh? Ayato and the others’ side? (An acquaintance of the Sakamaki’s... or a relative? I haven’t heard about anything like that at all...) (But still, when I think about the Sakamakis, I’ve never heard them bring him up, so he might have surfaced only recently...)

Kino: If you don’t believe me, maybe you’ll have to let them take turns on explaining the situation? Starting from Ayato, or maybe the eldest, Shuu...

Ruki: ...Forget it. I’ve already understood that it’s no use talking to you.

Yui: Is it okay...?

Ruki: All this talk about feelings and whatnot is just a waste of our time. He’s not the mastermind.

Yui: Huh!?

Ruki: If he really wanted to make us fight, he wouldn’t have done anything to make Yuma’s memories return. Besides, if he really were the mastermind, he could probably rewrite our memories once more. In order to make us continue killing each other in the fight for the Throne.

Kino: Heh, you’re certainly not dumb. Definitely compared to that Sakamaki lot. Well, because every vampire is beneath me!

*Kino starts to leave*

Yui: Ah! Wait! (He jumped toward the window!)

Kino: Our conversation ends here, princess. I’ve become tired of this charade too right about now. Well then, I’ll be waiting for you to destroy this miniature garden, okay?

Yui: Miniature garden...?

Kino: See you later, Eve!

*Kino breaks the window and leaves*

Yui: Kino!

Ruki: ...There he goes.

Yuma: Idiot... why is he running away...

Yui: Yuma!

Yuma: That asshole... If only I could’ve at least stomped him in the face...

Ruki: Don’t talk unnecessarily. The instant your memories return, you honestly won’t even be able to move.

Yuma: I don’t need you worrying about me... y’all know I’m not that much of a softie, don’t you? We’ve come a long way, after all.

Yui: C-could he...

Ruki: Did his memories return?

Yuma: Thanks to someone, somehow. Jeez, that arm. That’s unlike you. It’s my fault...

Yui: (His memories are returning!)

Kou: Finally... You took back your memories!

Azusa: Yuma!

Yuma: I’m sorry to you too...

Ruki: Yuma... It took you a while.

Yuma: Ha... Says the one who tried kidnapping me with a net. About you, now, though. You won’t be able to use your arm anymore if we don’t do anything about it, you know.

Yui: Y-yeah. We have to help him right away!

Ruki: I already told you, it’s nothing to be worried about.

Yuma: Shut up. If your wound gets worse, my awakening will be at fault.

Ruki: ...Alright. At least we got what we came for. Let’s all get out of here.

Yui: Yeah!

Yuma: Hey, get this net off of me first! Kou, Azusa, help me!

Azusa: Ah... don’t struggle, you’ll restrict yourself even more...

Kou: Jeez, wouldn’t it be better to just carry him at this point?

Yuma: Like hell it wouldn’t!

MONOLOGUE

It’s been so long since we heard that lively voice of his.

While we treated the wound in Ruki’s arm, Ruki calmly looked at us.

As we gently supported him, I too felt warmth welling up deep in my chest.

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shedoesthings · 5 years

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I Need To Know - Part Six

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

(Imagine the car window not being smashed for this part!)

Billy’s words seem to grate on me for the rest of the day. He was so incredibly cocky, acting as if he knew anything and everything about me. He knew nothing. He met me yesterday! How could he have a clue about anything?

‘Driving miss daisy?’

What was that? He didn’t have a clue how I felt about my life, he didn’t know what I wanted, what I needed, my plans for the future. Not to mention his demeanor, his constant winking, the attitude of a self-assured asshole with his head too far up his own ass to consider anyone else around him. And that damn smirk, that stupid damn smirk…

“Y/N…” Harrington sings as he practically skips down the hall towards me. I turn and laugh as others stare and laugh along.

“What can I help you with Harrington?” I laugh, closing my locker and leaning against it as he stops in front of me.

“Oh, I know you can help me because I have a pocket full of quarters and some intense feeling inside me which says I neeeeeed to play dig dug” he laughs. Steve had a strange obsession with dig dug whenever we went to the arcade. He was never any good, in fact he was crap. He could never get close to being on the leader board, but damn he did try.

“Well I think your craving can be quenched. Say six?”

“Perfect! Couldn’t think of anything better!” he smiles, picking up my bag from my feet and swinging it round his shoulder along with his own. He was still in grovelling mode, he knew there was no need, after a trip to the arcade we were always back to normal, but he decided to carry on anyway, and I did nothing to stop him. We walk towards the doors, still laughing together. He opens the door for me, holding it as I get through.

“Steve!” a voice shouts as it closes behind us. I turn to see Nancy stood in the hallway watching us walk away.

“Hey, Nancy’s calling you” I say, grabbing Steve’s arm lightly to make him stop.

“I know. I heard her”

“Have you not spoken to her yet?”

“No, I have” he says, looking at the ground around his feet. “She pulled me out of gym right when your new boyfriend ripped the ball out of my hands”

“New boy…” I begin to question before I realize who he’s talking about. “He is not my boyfriend” I say, shoving Steve’s arm as he laughs and begins to walk away from the school, probably to make sure Nancy doesn’t reach us.

“Whatever you say Y/N” he jokes.

“Stop changing the subject anyway!”

“I basically reminded her of everything she said last night, since she was apparently too drunk to remember” he says as we reach his car. He unlocks it, swinging both our bags in the back before we both climb in.

We talk the whole way home about what happened. How Nancy forgot the whole thing and pulled Steve out of basketball to ask why he hadn’t picked her up this morning. Steve told me how he asked her if she truly loved him, and she said yes, but she couldn’t actually say the words. And I could see the heartbreak behind Steve’s eyes, and the smile of him trying to be strong. He tried to brush it off, as he always did in these situations, but I knew him, and I knew how he was really feeling.

“Are you sure your okay?” I ask as he pulls up outside my house. “We don’t have to go to the arcade tonight, we can do a movie and ice cream night?” I suggest, since that was what he did for me when I was heartbroken that Grayson hadn’t asked me to the winter formal in middle school, since then it also became one of our regular solutions to suffering.

“Nah” he laughs. “I think the arcades a good solution for this one. Plus, I gotta get rid of these quarters somehow” he says with a smile. I smile back at him, I only wanted what was best for him, so if that was what he wanted, that would be it. “Six?”

“Six” I smile, closing the car door and waving as he drives off.

---

Six o’clock soon came around and I was running late. I had tried to call Steve’s house, hoping to catch him before he left, tell him I would be about ten minutes late since I had lost track of time doing some homework. But his mom picked up, telling me he had already left but was sure he wouldn’t be mad.

When I finally got to the arcade, I was twenty minutes late, I practically ran since I didn’t live too far away. When I got there, I was ready to do some grovelling of my own, tell him I had tried to ring, tell him about the homework and wait for the onslaught of jokes to come of me being a nerd. But I was wrong. His car wasn’t in the car park. He couldn’t have left already?

I rush into the arcade, hoping he was there somehow. That’s when I spot Mike, Nancy’s little brother with all of his friends. They look up from the game their playing, some roll playing one about slaughtering a dragon, before waving. Dustin was the one currently playing, but he still looks up and waves, clearly making him loose the game.

“Shit!” he shouts, kicking the machine. “Piece of shit!” I laugh and roll my eyes at them. I had never expected to know this group of kinds, but like I said before, when I became friends with Jonathan last year, things took a strange turn of events, now I shared more secrets with these kids then most of my high school friends.

Its Dustin who I need to talk to. Ever since last year the pair have become friends, but not in a weird way, move like a sibling relationship, I know Steve see’s him as a little brother now, so by default, I kind of took an older sister roll, to all of them really.

“Henderson” I smile as I walk towards the party.

“Y/N!” he cheers, the others cheering with him “Long time no see girl” he says, attempting a smirk before showing his teeth and doing some awkward growl thing. I give him a funny look before I burst out laughing.

“Nice teeth man, but please never do that again” I laugh.

“Told you it wouldn’t work” Lucas laughs, shoving Dustin’s arm lightly.

“I’m telling you, the ladies can’t resist these peals” he says before doing the growl again.

“What’s up Y/N?” Lucas asks after a second of glaring at Dustin.

“Any of you guys seen Steve? Has he been in here at all?”

“Haven’t seen him since the other day” Dustin replies.

“Not see his car outside? Nothing?”

“Nope. Sorry Y/N” Lucas replies. I see Mike pull more quarters out of his pocket and look around to see what games are free, suggesting my time here is short lived.

“No worries, cheers for the help guys. Enjoy!” I smile.

“Wait, wait!” Dustin splutters. “Are you sure you don’t want to hang with us for a while?”

“Dustin” Mike says quietly, clearly impatient.

“No, don’t worry about it guys. I’m sure I’ll catch you later. Stay safe!” I smile again as I turn on my heels and walk towards the door.

---

I’m check my watch again. Ten past seven. Where the hell is he? He didn’t call before I left, there’s been no sign of him here, no sign of him before I got here. Nothing. Where the hell is he.

I can feel my impatience grow. I didn’t feel annoyed, I could just feel some slight irritation since I had been waiting here so long.

I pull out the pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket and light one up. At least if I was smoking, I wouldn’t look so weird for standing outside the arcade for so long. Then, the rev of an engine as it pulls into the car park.

Of course. Of all the places in Hawkins, of all the places in the world, of course it had to be him, at this time as well.

“Be back out here in an hour or…”

“I know, I know. Or I’m skating home” says a girls voice. I see a red headed girl climb out of the blue Camaro.

“Hey! Watch the attitude!” his voice shouts as she slams the door and rushes past me into the arcade. I hope for a second he hasn’t seen me, that he just drives away. My irritation was already high, I didn’t want to have it raised anymore by him. But my hope disintegrates as the engine turns off and a car door opens. He gets out and walks closer, leaning against the passenger side door so he is facing me.

“Can I help you Hargrove?” I say blankly as I blow smoke out of my nose.

“It’s funny. For someone who was so sure that we’d only speak once we sure seem to be running into each other a lot.”

“You do have a bad habit of appearing right when you’re not wanted”

“See, I think I seem to appear when you need me most” he smirks, which makes me scoff.

“When have I ever ‘needed you’”

“Well, you needed my cigarettes last night. You needed my car this morning for a ride. I’m guessing they’re my cigarettes your smoking now.” He laughs. “And I’m also guessing your needing something to do now, or do you just plan of standing outside the arcade for the rest of the night like a weirdo.” Maybe he had a point… No. I didn’t need him, he just happened to be convenient recently.

“I’m waiting for Steve”

“Again?” he laughs, but there’s a hint of pity in this laugh. And the pity had a point. This had happened a lot these past few days, me waiting around miserably for someone who wasn’t turning up. “Come on” he says, patting the passenger car door before walking round to the driver’s side.

“Come on where?” I didn’t want to be curious, but I couldn’t deny a part of me was. What else was I going to do with my night? Wait around here for Steve who probably won’t show, just to go home and spend the weekend alone, waiting to see him on Monday for whatever apology he would surely give? Or maybe… be a little impulsive? No. I didn’t know him. I met him yesterday, how could I go off somewhere again with him, especially at night…

“Just on a ride?”

“Where?”

“I thought I was the one who asks too many questions” he laughs, smirking again. “I’m not gonna force you Y/N, the choice is yours. If you want to wait around here all night in the cold that’s up to you, or you can come for a drive, and maybe, actually have a bit of fun for once” he says with a smile, but his voice doesn’t sound dirty like it usually does, there’s an actual hint of friendliness about it.

“You’re not gonna murder me?” I ask, partly to be funny, partly out of worry.

“No” he smirks. “The second you want to go home, we’ll turn around and I’ll drop you off. Deal?” he says with a wink, licking his lips. I take a second to look at him. His leather jacket and red shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough to show a little muscle. His eyes staring up as me, the streetlight adding a little glint in them. A rush of cold air blows and pushes me into making a decision as I step towards the car.

“Deal”

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michaels-blackhat · 4 years

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baker’s choice

day 9/31 of my massive holiday project

for @goldenfiligree, congrats your tiny kitchen fire is forever immortalized. Also, thank you for loving this friendship as much as I do <3. Also, I’m still doing exam work so I’m so sorry that this just... ends.

“I may have set a fire,” was the first thing Liz heard when she picked up the phone.

“Are you ok Alex? What happened?”

Maria turned to her in alarm. Liz put the phone on speaker.

Alex’s voice filled the kitchen as he sighed. “I’m fine, it was only a small fire, really.”

“What happened?” Maria asked again as she and Liz huddled around the phone. “I’m glad you’re ok, but how did you set a fire.”

They could hear Alex as he paced through the cabin, the click of Buffy’s nails on the floorboards loud as he stayed silent.

“So, the starter on my stove broke,” he started as they heard the sound of a chair scraping on wood. “And so I had to use a match and well. There was apparently a towel right next to it and the next thing I knew there was a small fire in my kitchen.” He paused for a moment. “It’s fine, really.”

“Absolutely not,” Liz said, voice stern. Maria could hear Alex’s eye roll across on the phone. “You are coming over and we’re going to make the punch together. You can help me and Maria make the pies!”

There was a pause on the other side of the phone, Alex completely silent. Even Buffy was silent, seemingly aware that something bad was about to happen.

“Liz,” Alex said, hesitant. “Are you sure you want me and Maria to help you bake?”

Liz smiled at the phone while Maria shrugged in acknowledgement. Neither of them were the best at baking. “Of course I do! It’ll be just like old times!” Liz did her happy dance while she spoke. “And you can bring Buffy over!”

“Liz, are you sure?”

Liz continued her happy dance while she spoke. “Yes! We can bake and gossip! And you know how much Rosa loves Buffy! It’ll be great!”

An hour later, the kitchen was covered in flour, Liz was gone to buy more flour and eggs and butter because their pumpkin pie fell before it even got to the oven. The apple pie was faring better, if only because Liz had had it in the oven before Alex arrived.

“Don’t touch anything!” Liz had said as she ran out the door, the only member of their party who wasn’t covered in pumpkin filling and was presentable enough to face the public. “Maria, feel free to grab a change of clothes.” She had looked at Alex thoughtfully. “I definitely don’t have anything that will fit you, unless you want to relive your emo youth and wear girl jeans?” Alex had made a horrified face and Liz had laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll figure out something for you,” she yelled as she closed the door.

Maria sat at the kitchen table in an old pair of sweats and an old band shirt of Rosa’s. He was out of his pie-covered shirt and jeans, which had joined Maria’s clothes in the laundry. He ignored Maria’s teasing about his alien-head covered boxer briefs as he looked through the cabinets.

“You know, those look nothing like our aliens,” Maria commented as she scrolled on her phone. “How angry to do you think Alien Barbie would get if we made her underwear with her brother’s faces on it?”

Alex snorted, head in the pantry still. His voice was muffled as he replied, “Pretty sure she’d burn them immediate. Not worth the cost, really.”

Maria watched as Alex made a triumphant sound and pulled out a box of sugar cookie mix.

“What do you think you’re doing Alex?”

“Proving to Liz that we aren’t the kitchen disasters she thinks we are.”

Maria stood up and walked towards him. “You sure this is a good idea?”

He grinned. “Yes I do. That pie was perfect, the only reason it fell was because Rosa startled you. We follow directions well. We can do this. And then Liz comes home to the smell of baking cookies.”

Maria barely hesitated before she agreed. “Though,” she said as she walked over, apron in hand, “you may want to cover up a bit.”

He laughed in agreement and put on the apron.

“Ok, he said as he opened the box, let’s do this.”

Somehow, they both forgot that there wasn’t a single egg or stick of butter in the house. They remember sometime after they poured the milk into the cookie mix.

“We may have fucked up,” Alex said, bowl of slightly milky mix in hand. A mix that quickly ended up on Alex, on Maria, on the floor, and on Buffy the doorbell rang and Buffy came flying out of Rosa’s room and straight into Alex.

“Fuck.”

Maria groaned as she took in the mess, and then groaned again when she heard the laughter from the kitchen doorway.

“Well, if this isn’t a party,” Guerin said, shit eating grin on his face. He had a plastic bag full of clothes in his hand and Buffy at his feet. “Liz called and said Alex needed some clothes. Gotta be honest, this was not what I was expecting.” He took in the kitchen, the mess on the floor and the mess they were covered in. “Really don’t understand how you two are so bad at this. Maria, you own a bar, you have a kitchen! And Alex! I know for a fact you had basic cooking classes in the Air Force.”

Maria scowled as she looked at her messy clothes. “That’s why I hire a cook Guerin. Ugh, Alex why did you talk me into this? I think I milk in my nose now.” She tried to blow out the offending gunky while making her way back to Rosa’s bedroom.

As she walked away she thought she heard Michael make a comment about Alex’s alien-themed underwear. She definitely heard Alex yell Michael’s name in frustration before she heard the bathroom door slam.

Rosa just laughed when she saw Maria, once again covered in a failed attempt at baking.

“This is why I stayed in here,” she laughed. “You two just can’t be trusted.”

“We’re not that bad,” Maria tried to defend, but her heart wasn’t in it. Two costume changes in one baking attempt was a new low.

“You stick to drinks and Alex can stick to computers. Not everyone can be talented at everything they do,” Rosa said as she stood to find Maria a new set of clothing. “Just because Liz and I are perfect doesn’t mean you have to be,” she added with a smirk.

Maria retaliated by tickling her mercilessly. She was quickly joined by Alex, in a fresh pair of sweats and an Air Force hoodie, Michael, and Buffy. Liz returned to an all-out tickle war, a messy kitchen, and a full, though mildly annoyed, heart.

#rnm fic #roswell new mexico #alex manes #maria deluca #liz ortecho #micahel guerin #buffy the beagle #my fic #holiday fic gifts #friendships new mexico

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svtskneecaps · 4 years

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i’ve been enabled

here’s the sitch on the goddamn harry potter hogwarts mystery app game

it fucking sucks

here’s my main issues in a handy list i’ll go down later:

the gameplay

energy

art / visuals

the story

the writing

the choose your own adventure like elements (technically gameplay since there isn’t much else l m a o)

and i have receipts for most of this stuff. fun fact, i’ve been taking videos of all plot relevant events since year 1.

some context:

i’ve played up to year 3 myself. i have watched up until the very beginning of year 5 in someone’s youtube series (will bits? that was his main character [henceforth referred to as MC]’s name, however that was a year ago and it was in the background like a podcast so the details are sort of fuzzy. i have not played the game since march (it’s september, ish), but i’m loading it up as i type this just to get a feel for it

idk whether to assume my audience has or hasn’t played the game. i’ll keep my complaints as clear as possible.

i’m mainly an author so the storytelling sections are where i’m really going to pop off, since that’s something i have the most experience with and passion in, but i’ll be touching on everything else because compounded it’s all pissing me off lmao

[a couple hints at spoilers for maybe an event in year 1, and year 3, but nothing major]

let’s start with: THE GAMEPLAY

there isn’t any

literally. there’s like. zero gameplay.

you tap some highlighted figures, and then sometimes you get to trace a little shape, and sometimes you get to play rock paper scissors to fight somebody (they did manage to make duelling slightly better but it’s still not good by any standard)

sometimes you get to choose between three dialogue options, but those have barely any impact on the story or on your character. any impact they have is limited to a couple stat points, or maybe some house points, or like. some event at the end of the year. but like barely any make any real serious difference (but i’ll touch on that more later)

and then there’s the factor of stat points (and this gets kind of mathy, so feel free to skip to the bolded sentence)

for those who haven’t played the game, you have three stats (empathy, courage, and knowledge) that you can level up by taking classes, 1, 3, or 8 hours, for various rewards

back when i stopped playing, i had gained 8914 points in courage. if i recall correctly i was only about halfway to leveling up that stat. if you take an 8 hour class, you receive consistently 200 stat points, with a possibility of extra rewards that i can’t count for since those are randomly generated.

to get those 8914 points, i would have had to take 44.57 8 hour classes (while 8 hour they only take about 7, counting for the 2 hours it takes my energy to recharge to full). with 44.57 classes taking 7 hours each, to get halfway to level 24, i would have had to have done:

THIRTEEN STRAIGHT DAYS OF GRINDING, ASSUMING THAT ALL I HAD BEEN DOING WAS CHECKING ON THE HARRY POTTER HOGWARTS MYSTERY APP

and again, I WAS ONLY LIKE HALFWAY TO LEVELLING UP

I AM BARELY BEGINNING FOURTH YEAR. I AM NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH THIS GAME.

i think they’ve fixed this now; it said i had 8914/1550 courage and when i got stat points it fixed itself and jumped me from level 23 to 28, so thanks for that jam city.

but it doesn’t change the fact that the grinding is fucking horrible and i’ve done my fair share of hours, and who knows what it’s going to look like when i get to a higher level again

the energy

yes, i know it’s an app game. i know they want my money. but holy FUCK the energy recharges disgustingly slowly, and every bit they expand my energy bar is an insult

“here, have another energy capacity!” they say, and then add to the amount of energy it takes to complete a task at the same time, so now shit just takes me even damn longer

it’s an insult. don’t think i didn’t fuckin notice jam city.

since it’s an app game, naturally, energy requires paying real world money or the (semi) rare in-game currency to get more if you blow through your bar. they want your money. i know they want my money, but it doesn’t make me any less disappointed by how damn blatant they’re being. app games like bakery story probably also want my money, but at least those are still fun to play.

the art / visuals

now i’m not an artist. nor am i a 3-d modeller. but if solo indie devs and 10 men teams can make video games that have to have models with a much fuller range of motion (since there’s ACTUAL GAMEPLAY and not just little cutscenes of characters moving around) and that don’t make me sick to watch, then jam city working on a HARRY POTTER GAME should be able to (jk rowling fucking sucks but her books have brought in so much goddamn money that they can afford to pay their devs enough to make the game look good; in this case i’m not entirely sure where the blame lies)

there’s like. 10 motions characters can use while in the cutscenes and talking. like 10. and i can recognize every one of them, and there is not a single motion unique to a character. the characters are something i’ll touch on later in the storytelling sections, though. just, please god give them SOMETHING even SLIGHTLY different. like make two versions of a couple of the crowd animations at LEAST, so that when people celebrate at the end of the year there’s not twenty people in the shot doing the same “pump my fists in the air in celebration” motion at the exact same time. PLEASE.

sometimes animations in story events and classes sync up too, which is. beyond distracting. like it’s completely immersion breaking and i mean please, please jam city, if you haven’t fixed that please fix it. please.

the animations that roll in flying class are fun, ONCE. when you’ve seen them eight hundred thousand times because you’re grinding up your courage stat, they get hella boring. all of the classes are like this to some extent but flying is the biggest offender since those were the longest animations. if they haven’t implemented a skip button since i last played it, they should. they fuckin should.

also the fertilizer animation in the greenhouse scenes is gross. you pick up a deformed cone of dirt with your shovel like a slice of cake and then shove it clipping through the edges of a pot, where it disappears without a trace. i hate it. jam city please make the game look good.

if you still play the game please tell me it looks better; i’ll be playing through a couple things after i post this but it’s hphm. it’s gonna take me a goddamn long time to hit all the points and confirm whether what i complained about has been fixed or not

also also, wearing dresses is so distracting, especially while dueling. the way the dress flexes around your legs is like you’re wearing clothing made from jello and when my character does the idle animation her hands clip through her skirt, and there’s all kids of glitches with hair where it clips through outfits (and why in the fuck do the necklaces float a full foot from the character’s body)

the storytelling

alright there’s a lot to cover so strap in

i’m not mad about the story having some of the same beats as harry potter. whatever, right? if it worked, it worked. having a big climax at the end of the year just works well for storytelling. having a school bully antagonist also works well for easy storytelling (it’s kinda cheap, but whatever works, right?) it’s what you DO with the archetypes you use that makes or breaks your story

jam city broke it

i don’t know how to organize my thoughts so here’s a bulleted list

it is very clearly obvious they wrote this as they went along (ex. a previously unseen character pops up in year 3 and was supposedly the best friend of your greatest enemy in previous years) and didn’t think to fix the plot holes

there’s too many goddamn characters (i love them, but with a big cast comes a whole host of problems [I WRITE FOR A KPOP GROUP WITH 13 MEMBERS, I HAVE A LOT OF EXPERIENCE WITH THAT], and we’ll get there)

there’s too much goddamn filler for the sake of forcing us to spend time and in-game energy (yes i KNOW it’s an app game and they want our money but THEY COULD BE A LITTLE MORE SUBTLE ABOUT IT)

what honestly pisses me off the most about it is that IT COULD BE GOOD

IF THE STORY WERE GOOD, I WOULD FUCKIN IGNORE ALL OF THAT OTHER SHIT

but it’s not, and here’s the biggest gripe i have:

none of the choices you make matter. none of them. to the point where it’s immersion breaking at BEST

for example, while my MC is a hufflepuff, i know a lot of people play in slytherin. scenes where snape gets upset with your character and takes away house points no longer make sense for a slytherin MC, because snape would be infinitely more likely to give you three years of nightly detentions, or pitch you off the astronomy tower, than he would be to take house points from slytherin

honestly, they should have waited. if they wanted to put choose your own adventure elements into the game, they should have planned out every single one of those story arcs in detail, and THEN released the game. they could leave some of the more basic choices in and those choices only mattering for short term effects wouldn’t irk me as much as it does right now because THERE WOULD BE CHOICES THAT MADE A DIFFERENCE.

your very first choice over how you felt about your brother’s disappearance only matters for what wand you get (which i immediately forgot which really says something about the impact of that choice :)))) ). no matter what you pick, you still end up chasing after him for the rest of the game, so who cares?

story beats don’t land different based on your house. you could absolutely play it that merula hates you regardless of your house, that’s fine. just remember that if your MC is slytherin and lives in the female dorms, she probably shares a room with merula. which makes things fucky for all kinds of reasons, none of which jam city addresses in the current game, as far as i’m aware

also, there’s the deal with rowan

rowan is a character that goes into your mc’s chosen house no matter what (and as rowan changes pronouns with your player, i’ll be using “they” [or “she” as my player is a she and that’s what i’m used to; i’ll try to refrain but i might slip up occasionally] ). as far as i can tell, rowan’s personality remains the same no matter what house you’re in. they don’t try to play up the traits that match the house, rowan is just usually a sweet bookworm. why would the hat have put them in gryffindor? rowan khanna for me has never seemed to display any gryffindorish traits; or at the very least, no traits that should be prioritized over, say, the ravenclaw traits they have VERY STRONGLY (since rowan fills a sort of hermione role; rowan knows things about things and is your go to for research)

can we just put rowan in ravenclaw? sure, it would make it hard for fans in different houses to communicate between each other about the story for a time since certain sequences of events would play out differently, but here’s the thing:

if events play out differently based on your choices, people will want to play your game multiple times to get every ending

that’s the fun of a choose your own adventure game. if events play out distinctly differently if you’re a hufflepuff or a ravenclaw or a slytherin or a gryffindor, then people will want to play through the game four times at LEAST, once for each house, to get all the fun pieces of story (WHICH MEANS, they’ll be spending more and more time and using more and more energy, so you can make the same amount of money off people buying energy and watching the ads and maybe MORE while being able to cut out some of the more shitty pieces of filler)

in the current version, your house is just, what color are your robes and who is your prefect. i haven’t watched anyone who wasn’t a hufflepuff, but i’m sure that certain scenes and conflicts play out the exact same no matter what house you’re in

as an example, your house should affect how the duelling confrontation in year one should have gone. snape and flitwick should have different dialogue based on whether you’re a slytherin, or a ravenclaw, or a gryffindor, or a hufflepuff. snape fucking hates gryffindors, so he should be far less lenient against gryffindors, and on the flip side he should be battling between himself with how strict to be if you’re a slytherin; maybe he hates your guts because of a grudge against your brother, but you’re still in his house and we all know snape plays favorites. flitwick should be more disappointed if you’re a ravenclaw, because that’s his house and he had higher expectations for you. neither of them have many ties to hufflepuff that would skew the confrontation in a drastic direction, but had this been the first version of the game, then the confrontation that plays out in the current version we have would work fine for hufflepuff; you’re one of flitwick’s favorite charms students and he taught you this skill, and he’s disappointed to see you use it in this way, but not nearly as much as if you were one of his own

AND NOW PEOPLE WANT TO PLAY THE GAME MULTIPLE TIMES TO GET ALL THE DIALOGUE, WHICH MEANS MORE TIME, MORE ENERGY, AND MORE MONEY, JAM CITY, ARE YOU HEARING THIS??? MORE MONEY!!!!! IT’S A WIN WIN FOR EVERYONE

while we’re at it, change jacob to match his house. if you’re still gonna make him have the same house as the MC, make him match it. from how all the characters describe him that bitch is as slytherin as they come, if you’re gonna make him a hufflepuff with me then give him a clear, hufflepuff motive god damnit

finally,

the characters

there’s too many.

the problem with a big cast is no one gets enough screen time and some characters end up getting shunted to the side. that’s just what happens. you HAVE to zero in on four or five side friends and let the rest of them slip to the side. looking at my friends menu there are 17 characters you can befriend, not including hagrid, the quidditch crew, dobby, talbott, and chiara (since those are, as far as i know, unlocked via side quests, which are... fine. i don’t have any particular gripes about the side quests except for the thing with lupin being twice the size of tonks which, if you’ve read the seventh book i don’t need to explain how weird that is to you)

and BECAUSE there are so many, a lot of them have to be defined by one trait. ben is a coward, rowan’s clever and booksmart, penny has her hand on the school’s pulse and makes potions, liz likes creatures, charlie fuckin loves dragons, tonks likes pranks (seriously that’s her whole personality), andre likes clothes, barnaby is a dumb jock that likes creatures

like, traits are fun. but if that’s ALL THEY HAVE, that’s when things get a little fucky

how many of these characters have dimensions? i’m in year 4 chapter 4. the first screen recording of the game i took was on december 5 of 2019, and assuming i played about a minimum of 8 hours a day (”““played”““) until the final screen recording [may 20, 2020] before i dropped the game for about six months (i know for certain it was more than that, since i had some kind of activity going on at just about all times for at least a month of that, but i’ll take the generous estimate), at bare minimum that makes 1344 hours i spent playing this game, or about 56 days (keep in mind, this is a LOW estimate)

in those 56 days of gameplay, i don’t know ANYTHING about the characters other than their utility in my quest. i don’t know penny’s favorite color or even her favorite potion to brew, or how and why she started and when [there’s a reveal in third year that i watched someone play through, but i don’t know if i ever played through it myself; i don’t have any screen recordings of the event]. i don’t know anything about ben or his family aside from the fact that he’s muggleborn. i know some basic facts about barnaby’s family, and that he’s tough and likes creatures. rowan grew up on a tree farm and i have a vague recollection of her mentioning siblings. do we know anything about them?? do i know anything about how the characters interact with each other?? are barnaby and liz friends? they both like creatures. do they talk to charlie?? do ben and penny hang out while we’re not there? are ben and jae friends?? are jae and charlie??? DO THESE CHARACTERS EXIST WHEN THEY AREN’T NEEDED FOR THE CURSED VAULTS???

why in the fuck don’t i know these characters?? why don’t we know anything about tonks other than her affinity for pranking?? there’s a sharp bias in who the writer’s favorites are (they like the characters with angsty pasts they can twist around; what do we know about ben aside from his blood status? and he’s been around since first year; he’s the second friend you unlock. i know more about barnaby and i’ve known him for a much shorter time)

if you separate the routes, you get a chance to zero in on certain characters and actually develop them. if you’re a gryffindor, you befriend ben, charlie, and jae much more quickly and they make up the closest of your friends, along with rowan, if jam city is determined to keep their tutorial character constant across all plotlines (i still think rowan should be solely a ravenclaw, but i’ll allow rowan’s house to change so long as their personality shifts to emphasize certain qualities in order to match the change in house; your house should not just determine the color your robes are)

if you’re in slytherin, maybe you befriend barnaby in place of ben in the original game, or maybe there’s an arc where you clash heads with merula (who can still be an enemy even if you’re both in slytherin; merula doesn’t like competition and the MC is exactly that) and the rest of the slytherins in your year find themselves caught in the middle; maybe there’s an arc where your MC finds themself totally alone without allies due to the conflict between them and merula (might i suggest year two, while coming up on the climax of the year?)

hufflepuffs get to focus on tonks and penny much closer. ben can also be in this plotline, but he shouldn’t take center stage (characters should cross over plotlines, but only take center stage in one, aside from perhaps rowan if rowan remains constant). maybe chiara can get implemented into the main plotline to fill out the roster, and if not, diego caplan can get implemented earlier (i haven’t met him yet and know nothing about his character)

and ravenclaws get the ravenclaw characters BUT YOU GET THE POINT, i don’t want to bore anyone by repeating myself; this is long enough as is

what i’m saying is, these characters all have a different enough base that each route will be different just by focusing on different characters; ben and jae will respond to a situation much differently than penny and tonks might, which would ALREADY shake up the storyline of each house based on which house you choose in the beginning, and then characters overlap plotlines so you could leave hints in each route to the other characters’ unique backstories and motivations that leaves the player wanting to get to know the rest of your WELL DEVELOPED CAST (((MAKE SURE THEY’RE WELL DEVELOPED OR THIS WILL NOT WORK)))

WHAT I’M SAYING IS, THIS GAME COULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD

if they put more effort into the story then maybe i would have gunned through the hufflepuff route so quickly and then restarted to go through all the rest of them. if you want people playing your game for longer then THAT is the way to go

yes, it will take time. yes, it will take effort. but you know what?

IT’LL ALSO MAKE YOU A FUCKTON OF MONEY FROM PLAYERS PLAYING EACH ROUTE IN FULL AND THEN PLAYING THEIR FAVORITE ROUTES AGAIN SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR

anyway, what i’m saying is, i hate this game so much because of the potential it had to succeed, and the potential it had to be a really good game. even if they didn’t change the gameplay much, even if they didn’t change the models, i could get past ALL OF THAT if the story was interesting

so uh. jam city, if you’re reading this, please. i will let you take away all of my days of playing this. i will let you render all of my progress obsolete and send me plummeting back into my first year at hogwarts to go through the game again, if you JUST, MAKE, MULTIPLE, ROUTES!!! MAKE MY CHOICES MATTER DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!

i’m also willing to let you use the ideas i posited here without credit or payment. because that sounds like a legal hassle and i am far too lazy to deal with that sort of thing, i just want to play a good game. please. please give me a good game to play.

also, make energy take 3 minutes to recharge. please.

so uh

TL;DR : i hate this game. and i wish i didn’t hate this game.

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unwiltingblossom · 4 years

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Code: Realize Route Review - SHIRLEY EXTRA ROUTE

We INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED ROUTES WITH A SHIRLEY GORDON ROUTE REVIEW. Note, I’ve since done Finis’ route and much of Sholmes, but Shirley...Shirley can’t wait her turn.

Spoiler alert: There’s three good things about this route, unless you’re saving it for the last blast of nostalgia (don’t do that); Victor Frankenstein is present, Saint Germain is wonderful, and the boys all wear different clothing that, while more plain, makes them pretty hot.

Every single part of this route other than that is awful, terrible, and should feel terrible.

Oh, Delly and Passy are cute, I guess. But they’re too good for this route. Spoilers for it, I guess, but I’m doing you a favor if you don’t read it. There’s also spoilers for some of the main routes, chiefly Germain’s and Victor’s. Mostly Saint Germain’s.

This one is more in-depth than usual routes, because...well...I hate all of it, so it’s not just jumping around to different points that I either love or hate or find frustrating.

If other reviews feel more like reactions to you, this one is more than thorough enough to be a review.

First thing’s first: Yes, Sholmes is in this route, but he’s not in it long enough to be able to pull it out of the muck and garbage that is this route.

Second: Yes, the boys all get cool BDH moments, but again, not even that can save this travesty of a route

I could have included those as small concessions at the start, but that wouldn’t fit the rule of three, and frankly those three things are the only stuff that’s present consistently enough to matter.

So the route opens with an amusing little scene where Lupin disguises himself as Sholmes (weirdly, Lupin flexes a skill that Sherlock Holmes would normally possess, but whatevs. Code Realize struggles a little to keep up with Sherlock. It happens.) and steals a statue, presumably sticking this story around the point where Lupin stole all the vamp treasures back for Delly. (It’s not, because later they establish it’s definitely after Victor’s chapter, and I think the airship race is referenced once as well, placing it in an alternate universe where Finis doesn’t ambush them at the lab and Lupin is like ‘whoops, I said I got everything but I forgot the most important treasure of all’)

He runs into some mafia who try to kill him to get the statue back, but if Lupin is anything, he’s bullet proof. You might expect this mafia stuff to loop back to the festival place that Lupin inadvertently wrecked, the sky pirates that he pissed off, or the black race they participated in. You’d be wrong. Those stuff are barely mentioned, and the only purpose they solve is a brief scene where The Demon flexes her skills.

So the Twilight are super hard looking for Cardia at this point and they may possibly even have narrowly escaped a Twilight raid at that lab without killing Finis (we know he’s not dead, because Cardia would never miss an opportunity to remind us of how scary Germain was when he killed Finis had it happened), and this naturally means that Impey decides to go ahead and send her off all on her own for a drive through Lowtown with just Sisi to defend her, because testing the automobile can’t wait and Van Helsing is about to create a bioweapon in the kitchen. Why doesn’t he send Delly with her? Because Delly doesn’t want to be in this story, don’t force him.

While on that test drive, where Cardia would be unable to fix the car if it broke down, making the test drive totally pointless except to needlessly endanger her and open up Finis’ route, The Demon appears. The Demon being the girl in the photo, and who the route is about, Shirley Gordon. Shirley. She’s the 13 year old daughter of a mafia boss who simultaneously just wants to be normal and wants to go on a murder spree.

Shirley makes a habit of running away from her ‘crime’ family. There’s no reason for her to do this, actually, because they dote on her, never make her do anything bad, and are really better considered vigilantes than mafia. They’re so virtuous that the Lawful Neutral Sholmes that explicitly states he only cares about what the law says, not about the morals behind those laws, thinks they’re a-okay and will help them without hesitation.

Anyway. Shirley runs away to do...something. It’s never clear where she thinks she’s running to, other than maybe hoping to find a different crime boss and murder the heck out of him. Along the way, she spots a random woman driving in an automobile and is like “Yes! That one! I’m going to drag her into this escape, knowing full well that it’s not just endangering her but everyone around when I make her SPEED through the streets running away from my family, even after she says ‘I can’t control the car any faster than this, I’ll hit civilians’!” She also tries to get her father killed by flinging him off of a car at high speed into a street full of other cars and horses. But it’s okay, cuz he’s sturdy.

Impey planned ahead for some danger that would inevitably befall Cardia, the most danger-attracted person in the kingdom (and I mean ‘attracted to danger’, because this is the woman who at one point is warned about a mass murderer and immediately decides she should go ahead and wander in the sewers until she gets lost because it’s raining) - he made a button that activates a transmitter that warns him if she’s in danger. And that’s it. He doesn’t even tell her what it is, so by the time she tries to use it, it’s too late to do anything effective. Imagine if instead of a band of vigilantes cornering her, it was Twilight. “Oh, gee, but I put a transmitter on her car! Where could Cardia-chan have GONE? She turned it on, but this is just an empty alleyway with the car, no Cardia.”

Everyone scolds Impey about it, but that’s mostly because of a sudden uptick in mafia stuff (which to be fair would also be bad, because had it been actual mafia they’d have gotten there in time to find Cardia’s bullet-ridden corpse instead) and not because he let Cardia go unsupervised while Twilight is still looking for her.

Okay, that’s a lot of words harping on one thing, but it’s the vital starting point of this entire story. It’s important, and it is ridiculous. Anyway, moving on. Stuff happens that isn’t important except as a plot framing device. Cardia talks with Shirley and her dad, and immediately accidentally reveals her poison. As one does. Because the mafia looks at a living weapon and doesn’t immediately recoil in horror, Cardia instantly latches on to them to the point that she almost forgets Lupin’s crew exists for a few seconds. (Elaine and Etty, too)

She remembers that ‘oh, you kidnapped me and you kept me in London and not in a super obvious landmark like St. Paul’s Cathedral or some apartment in Baker’s Street, you screwed up!’ just in time for the rescue party to make their explosive entrance. The crew sans Saint Germain (because Germain would be murdering people and that would be unfortunate under the circumstances) arrive in a blaze of glory that is, frankly, pretty fun and has a cool CGI. It’s a bright spot that’s only slightly dragged down by Cardia koalaing the first second third (fourth counting Sholmes just being surprised on the train and then discounting it) group of people who don’t see her as a monster (in a timeline where she never saw her 665 past versions) immediately upon seeing her alien acid--I mean poison.

Saint Germain arrives home just in time to feel a bit awkward for missing Cardia’s monthly kidnapping and hints at plot stuff. Delly is also there and is cute enough that Saint Germain can’t help teasing him a little. Some time later, no one seems particularly hurried, confirming this is either right after Victor’s chapter or an AU where Finis didn’t show up in the lab and everyone ended up at a dead end related to Isaac. Sholmes shows up at the mansion because for some reason a case that has his name practically written on it is too much for him to handle on his own and he feels he needs Arsene’s thief-y mind to help him with it (maybe he’s suspects it’s a trap and is looking into the Certain Person he’s hunting?) - For no reason in particular, he goes ahead and leads the Gordons to Germain’s mansion as well.

Because Germain is there, it’s a pretty okay scene despite that. Sholmes and Germain are very alike and understand each other extremely well, and it sucks how little they get to interact.

Alas, the good scene can’t last, because while there’s a bunch of adults in a room talking, they unfortunately dragged dead weight into it, and it’s just a count down before Shirley blows her top. THIS HERE IS THE FIRST INSTANCE OF SOMETHING THAT REALLY BOTHERS ME.

Everyone, Cardia included, keeps crowing about how Shirley is Cardia’s first/only friend that is “Her age and gender”. Shirley is 13. At the end of this route, they will make a point to show that she’s about Delly’s age - Delly who is like a little brother/son and who never gets a route even two fandiscs in, because he’s too young. Cardia (although actually like 6) is in the body of someone who’s 17-18 years old. She’s a ‘young lady’, but not a child. She’s old enough that it’s not weird for thousands of years old Germain to be in love with her, nor is it creepy that Impey wants to sex her like a day after meeting her, and anywhere from 6 months to a year from the end of the plot each route she gets married. She’s old enough that Jack the Ripper considers her a legitimate target. She is NOT 13. Shirley isn’t her age, Shirley doesn’t act like her age. She’s basically a kid Cardia constantly has to babysit and who drags Cardia into trouble with her childish antics. It’s annoying that the game conflates a prepubescent child with an adult just because they’re both teenagers.

Anyway.

Shirley, in all her infinite wisdom, throws a temper tantrum because REASONS, and decides to drag Cardia out of an important meeting to go ‘have fun’ around town. And not only that, but she demands to do it without a single guard. While there are drug crazed killers wandering around town, and more importantly Twilight soldiers still looking for Cardia. Lupin gang comes to the absolutely deranged conclusion that Cardia will be fine ‘if she only runs into one or two Twilight’ as if that has ever been the case.

Remember how they all berated Impey for letting Cardia go on her own because dangerous mafia was out in the town? And then Cardia IMMEDIATELY GOT KIDNAPPED? Well, they don’t, because they all come to the same conclusion that Impey did and completely forget there’s still a group of killer mafia out there who probably are all the more likely to target Cardia when the daughter of a rival family is with her. If they wanted Shirley to shut up/Cardia to have some girl time, but they weren’t willing to send any adults out after her because it would be a bummer to catch that guy up on what he missed later, they could have sent Delly off to secretly tail her. But, again...Delly has his statue and now wants NOTHING to do with this route. As well he should.

Obviously, Cardia gets kidnapped immediately.

But first:

Shirley drags Cardia all over the place like an over-excited puppy, until she makes it to the mafia controlled festival place. Evidently it’s not her mafia, because while people are polite to her she still has to pay and play the games to get prizes. The cliche ‘she’s so good at shooting that an intentionally broken gun at a carnival game is no match for her’ thing plays out, complete with the ‘begging her to stop or they’ll go broke’ thing. What happens if you win too much is that the owner just says ‘mmkay you’re done for today’, that’s all. Also, even if you won the whole inventory from him, chances are he’s already made so much from failed attempts that it’d just be an annoyance.

At their last stop before they go home, Shirley finally realizes they’re being tailed (great reflexes, Shirley), and naturally her 13 year old, no-gun, no backup self immediately sprints after the person she’s sure killed her mother. Cardia, instead of picking up the girl with her superior strength and speed and carrying her home, foolishly decides to go off into the alleyways - which she KNOWS she shouldn’t do - after her.

Shock. Shirley runs into a blatant trap, because she is a child. She barks and yaps at the mafioso because she could do literally nothing else when she’s not even armed, and then Cardia is kidnapped alongside Shirley. Good job, Shirley! Your father was part of a three-part collaboration to take down Avido, but you bravely marched yourself into his arms and gave him ultimate leverage against not one but two of those groups!

Instead of instantly being killed to send a message, or even immediately used as effective leverage, they’re fortunate enough to just get stuck on a ship. It’s a good thing Avido has no connections to Twilight, because it sure would suck if he kept Shirley for leverage and then sent Cardia off to Finis. Fortunately, Impey learned from his previous mistake and this time put the tracker ON Cardia. So they can find her dead body more easily, if she ran into literally anyone who didn’t decide to just keep her safely locked up somewhere instead of killing her.

Shirley tells her sob story, it pales in comparison to even Lupin’s past, but Cardia feels terrible for her anyway because she hasn’t heard any of those stories yet on this route. Shirley, who wouldn’t sound out of place as Leon’s daughter, screams and tantrums about how she’s definitely gonna kill Avido while trapped in a cell who-knows-where with no actual way to kill him. She nearly just kills herself instead, slamming uselessly into the door like a rabid dog. Cardia has to jump in the way just to stop her.

Because, despite her rampant kidnapping, Cardia is actually competent most of the time, once Shirley stops causing a ruckus Cardia manages to spring them from the cell. The escape doesn’t last, because Avido uses ‘infinite footsteps’ jutsu, and Cardia and Shirley are surrounded. Remember in the Train Robbery chapter where Cardia remarks that Van Helsing taught her it’s really hard to get overwhelmed in an enclosed space like a tight hallway?

Yeah, forget that.

Anyway, in a charming semi-callback moment, the wall explodes nearby, letting Van Helsing and Germain into the hallway, chattering pleasantly with each other. Germain looks dapper AF while walking through the wreckage of the wall, as usual. It’s a nice moment. And, you know, if you get rescued by Van and Germain you’re pretty much set. Not much is gonna overwhelm that.

EXCEPT WHEN IT DOES, HAH. Avido pulls the ol’ “I have your friends and if you don’t want them to die, you’d best come with me peacefully” and so naturally the noted war hero whose family died because he went along with such a demand and the hostage taker killed them anyway, and the multi-thousands of year old assassin who has not just seen every trick in the book but probably written the book, immediately fall for it and go along with Avido.

Everyone, including the trickster thief and the other mafioso, also fell for the trick and so everyone ends up gathered in one place at the ballroom as Avido wants. Fortunately, Avido didn’t bring them all together to easily execute them, because their total lack of trust for each other’s skills really would have bitten them all in the butt then (except Germain, who would have egg on his face shortly before he killed all the mafia on board in revenge, I’m sure). Instead, he just wants them to...be there.

No, he doesn’t have any specific purpose for them. He just wants them there. He also wants Cardia dressed up for no particular reason. Fortunately, the Gordons gave Cardia a fancy dress right before she got kidnapped, and Victor has the poison proofing down so well now that he can just go ahead and treat a complex ensemble like that while riding in a car speeding its way to Liverpool. Because...well, there’s no actual reason why he’d feel it was an emergency to treat that clothing, nor why he’d even have brought it, but it’s a good thing Victor really wanted to see Cardia in that dress.

I guess you can argue that Lupin decided it was a part of his plan to make Cardia strip down and swap clothes when they found her so she could sneak out, but...that’s a stretch and a half. Especially when they were exploding walls to get in and find her. Stealth is gone when you use explosions, boys.

Anyway, the outfits Lupin made for the boys are great. Yes, they’re a little plain and not nearly as quirky as their normal ones...but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Some annoying things like Impey’s always half-off sleeve are gone, and both Victor’s questionable color scheme and Lupin’s atrocity are replaced with a suit meant to make them look good. Still the pointless top hats though. Always the top hats.

Unfortunately, though Shirley’s also meant to change, the plot and game itself instantaneously forgets this and it’s never mentioned or shown. Even more unfortunate: you might see Cardia in a beautiful new outfit and hope for the boys to give some kind of impressed, breathtaken, or blushy response.

They won’t. No one even comments on how she looks beyond maybe Shirley. Not even Impey, noted horndog, makes a comment. Lupin who presumably is the reason they brought the dress at all makes no comment, In short, Cardia looking pretty is just for you, the player. It won’t make any difference except that she gets a CG or two dressed up in it.

Avido flexes that all the sketchy mafia and questionable nobility who attend a black market cruise are in danger if Lupin or Gordon makes a move. Fortunately for his plans, everyone except Shirley actually cares about that, and so their hands are tied. Again, not really sure why Avido would threaten his customers so that people who want to take him down and provide him zero benefit won’t do anything when he even says later he could gun them down in full view and none of his customers would find it weird.

When the gang and mafia are all put into an extravagant room that Saint Germain had previously booked for himself (because he’s a bit of a cad that loves his antiques, dammit, the fact that it’s illegally acquired is really not that important!) Shirley realizes it’s been practically a whole half hour since she’s made a nuisance of herself, and so she starts screaming and tantrumming because her father didn’t shoot Avido dead back when there were countless bystanders around and each one of her allies - herself included - had guns pointed at them.

No. She literally throws a shrieking tantrum that involves flinging things across the room when he sends her off essentially ‘to her room’, and then spends the rest of the night sobbing into Passy’s arms. This, the person who keeps whining and complaining that no one will treat her like an adult, that people keep sheltering, that Cardia bafflingly keeps trying to compare herself to. She has a childish meltdown when she’s told ‘no, we can’t just kill Avido right now’.

Amazing.

Her dad, Darius, tells his sob story. It’s basically the same as Shirley’s, nothing really to write home about. Honestly, I kept expecting some kind of twist where Shirley’s mother actually betrayed them and he’d been forced to kill her to save Shirley, or her mother was actually on the cruise ship working with Avido. That’s how boring and unimportant the backstory is. You think Impey and Lupin’s stories are limp? Shirley’s story is just a big old ‘so?’. Even the last detail Darius later adds is like ‘and? You got angry and wanted to kill someone for murdering your wife. But you didn’t.’

Imagine for a moment if Germain’s story was that he got to know that little boy, got attached, and then even though he desperately didn’t want to do it, he killed him like he was supposed to. And then nothing happened after that, he just went on continuing to Idea Apostle

YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT! EVEN THAT WOULD BE MUCH WORSE THAN DARIUS’ STORY.

I’m getting sidetracked here, but this is a brutal part of the story that’s hard to get through, because Shirley is so beyond obnoxious, screaming and throwing a literal fit because no one listens to her, while they play the sad music that means you’re supposed to care.

Anyway, because Avido was too dumb to kill the people who are determined to stop him, Lupin and the others immediately start plotting to stop him. There’s a drug plot that’s designed to make the statue Lupin steals matter and give Victor something to do. Cardia is a competent nurse and Victor looks hot while he saves someone’s life, but man did I think it was a trap when someone ran in saying Victor was calling for her. That would be giving this route WAY too much credit.

For reasons that aren’t clear, there’s a room that has a bunch of counterfeit treasures of everything that’s up for sale. They bad counterfeits, though, and couldn’t possibly be mistaken for the same item, so it’s not like it’s an art theft swap or something. It just serves to show where a small part of the drugs are hidden. Not all of them, mind, because that would give the room a reason to exist. Just some of it.

The crew split up. Impey and Van Helsing both go to the engine room so they can seize it and turn the ship around before it can go to international waters. Because for some reason crimes committed there would cause a war or something. Cardia probably could have mentioned to them that she took out the whole engine crew on her own, so using up the vampire AND the living weapon on that assignment isn’t likely to be necessary, but that’d require some kind of sense, which this route doesn’t have.

Victor, Lupin, and Germain do...stuff. I think Germain goes off to seize the drugs in the food, Victor goes off somewhere nondescript to make an antidote, and Lupin farts around for a while to waste some time. What’s important is that even though Cardia’s there to see all the assignments go out, Lupin secretly also told Germain to find all the valuables in the ship and set charges on them. Probably because it would take .5 seconds for Germain to overpower some cooks and mafia boys and everyone knows it.

Cardia, bereft of plot, goes back to the room to wait to be important, and finds out that Shirley realized she slept through her half hour and forced her way through a window...I guess to the outside of the ship? And scaled up the outside of the hull like the demon beast she is, to escape confinement in her room. So she can run off and be a waste of space and oxygen not in her room, but somewhere actively detrimental to all the plans everyone’s made without her.

Presumably because everyone is as sick of Shirley as I am at this point, no one even tries to look for her this time. Maybe they all hoped she fell off overboard, I dunno. You’d think they’d all know she’d make a beeline to Avido and go collect her there, banking on the fact that Avido doesn’t know they’re planning anything (effective) and is determined to make them play the part of innocent passengers right now. But nah. She’d just screw up any plan they made anyway.

Lupin showboats around and disseminates the antidote to all the passengers during the auction via a fancy champagne tower. Then, long before all of them could actually have drank their cups, he goes ahead and tells Avido exactly what he’s done, forcing them to move onto the next step. The step that definitely involves most of the passengers dropping their glasses in a blind panic.

Avido, by the way, is a human traficker. The reason he keeps Cardia alive and kidnaps her instead of leaving her be or killing her is because he thinks she’d sell for a high price. It’s not a secret that he does this. Mafia apparently do it all the time, to the point where the no-crime Gordon family casually discuss the possibility of selling Cardia until another person has to remind the first that ‘yo we don’t do that’. Avido also traffics drugs. Drugs which inevitably either kill the user or turns the user into a violent zombie akin to a Hidden Strength victim, meaning that he’s causing a lot of deaths. Avido has personally killed a whole lot of people. He murdered one of his henchmen just because they failed to get a statue he doesn’t even care that much about.

Got that? Avido’s a bad boy. Objectively, Avido is worse than just about anyone else in the game other than Victoria - who at least has her ‘greater good’ reasons - Isaac - who is insane with grief - and Azoth. Hidden Strength victims are out of their mind, and while Nemo is callous toward human life in the face of science, he doesn’t go out of his way to murder for kicks and giggles. He’s also insane. Omnibus, also, is a question of personal morality vs greater good. Avido? Stone-cold sane, no greater good involved, he just wants power because he thinks it sounds fun.

Now that we’ve established that, does anyone in the room just kill Avido?

No. No they do not. Instead, they waffle about it and ramble about philosophy until he’s able to wrench back the upper hand via sheer numbers (because Van and Germain are otherwise engaged), and backs everyone up onto the surface of the boat.

Sadly, Shirley didn’t fall off the boat, she just jumped into Avido’s arms so she could become his hostage. AGAIN. He doesn’t reveal this at first, even when they’re outside and he has the upper hand. He takes his time before he brings out the unconscious Shirley. Supposedly she got so far as to point a gun at Avido this time, but I don’t think I believe him, because her strategy up until this point has been ‘angrily yap at him hoping he’ll just off himself’. Plus she’s supposed to actually have some skill with a gun and is psychotically enraged at him. She’d definitely have shot him if she ever thought to bring a gun.

Fortunately, there’s still some competent people on board the ship, and Impey + Van Helsing bust through the top of the ship in Impey’s automobile to help turn the tide of the battle. Sisi is there too. Which makes one ask ‘where is Delly, then?’

The answer is ‘not in this route, screw you, he doesn’t want to be here’.

Where’s Germain? He’s busy. It’ll be obvious why in a bit. That said, they have Avido dead to rights once Van Helsing and Impey get there (it’s mostly Van. Impey’s great and all, but Van doesn’t need back up) What do they do? Do they kill this murdering scumbag who wants to rule the entire world just so he can kill people when he feels like it? Who’s sold girls off into slavery? Who’s killed people just because he felt annoyed?

NO. FOR IF YOU KILL ME, BATMAN, YOU WILL BECOME ME.

Now, Impey and Lupin don’t kill. Even when Lupin was like ‘Hey, I love this girl and if you say that again I’ll literally kill you’, he didn’t actually kill the guy when the person immediately said it again. Victor can do it, but it’s pretty deeply traumatizing to him, and he’s pretty firmly in the ‘might doesn’t make right’ camp. But Van Helsing does. Sure, he’s deeply traumatized from the war and he won’t kill unless necessary - pretty much it’s a hard sell to kill anyone not Finis shaped....but he does it. Between ‘crime family compromising its ideals for revenge and becoming criminals’ and ‘man under the protection of the crown killing a violent and horrible criminal he was sent to deal with who has directly endangered his friends’, Van’s gonna just step up and do it.

Instead though, it seems Lupin had told everyone on the team except Cardia about his actual plan, which was to blow all the treasures to hell instead, and let Shirley pull the trigger. because revenge, I guess.

Since the ship is now SINKING, Impey and everyone but Germain (hold pls, he’s busy) drive off of the ship onto the dock in a way that would definitely do damage to the car and the dock, and into the night with the assumption that the Yard will do clean up from there.

In the biggest plot twist of the entire route, when treated the exact same way he was last time he got caught and had his plans blow up in his face, Avido again doesn’t learn his lesson. Instead, he manages to get a mother heckin tank off of his sinking ship and chases the Impeymobile through the streets.

Let me take a moment to say: the insane scientist he got this from had BETTER be Nemo, or else all of Victoria’s dreams of the UK having superior military force to the rest of the world just went up in smoke. Because, fun fact, Germany wasn’t so hard to handle in WW2 because of mustard gas. It was their tanks. (and as another aside: Germany got beaten up in WW1, only to come back dominant in WW2, so Victoria’s entire ‘spark a world war now to ensure dominance forever’ plan wouldn’t work no matter what)

Anyway, back to the subject at hand: I’m not mad that they don’t know how to fight a tank. That’s understandable. Tanks are a big deal. My problem is that the tank is able to plow right through solid brick buildings lengthwise. Not one or two, but just...constantly plowing through the alleyways at a speed so high that an automobile can’t escape. That is not how it works. Another problem is that neither Impey nor Lupin ever realize that the tank can’t turn for heck, and the automobile could spin circles around it if necessary.

But most of all, Avido pops his stupid head out of the tank at one point during the chase, and somehow it continues to be piloted. There’s never any mention or indication that anyone is in that tank besides him, he’s just Mr. Fantastic, and can stretch out and bend his legs infinitely, allowing him to pilot a tank full speed while standing more than halfway out of the thing. Worse than that super power, we have an impenetrable literal tank chasing the Lupin group around, destroying Liverpool, backing them into a corner. Soon they’re going to run out of a place to run, or they’re going to get hit and die.

Why, then, does Van Helsing see Avido pop his stupid head out, and proceed to do literally nothing? Obviously at this point he should just kill Avido, because nothing else will stop him, but just a few minutes before it’s mentioned that Van Helsing is so quick to switch from shrapnel to rock salt that it looks like some kind of a super power, which means he has ZERO reason he can’t just shoot Avido in the face with rock salt and knock the fool out.

Instead...they do nothing and just listen to him babble for a bit until his head pops back in again. Then they discuss jumping over to the tank and probably intend to get in there to get at him. You know, like they could have just done if he popped his head out.

Faced with all possible choices, Lupin decides the smart thing to do is to ram full speed into a renovating hotel and hope Avido is stupid enough to follow in. And, you know, that the falling debris will do anything to a tank that rammed right through an entire alleyway worth of buildings without slowing down or looking at all damaged.

Van Helsing is Van Helsing, and he protects the automobile from excessive damage, and lo - the plan works. It incapacitates the tank.

Avido, who could now safely play dead and wait for them to leave, instead climbs out of the tank (uninjured) and comes at them again. At this point although he was initially intimidated by Van Helsing he seems to be aware that no one is ever going to kill him, because he charges Van Helsing again.

Cue long boring monologue involving Avido’s slightly more interesting sob story and Darius absolutely refusing to ever kill Avido because IDEALS.

Currently they looped back around to the port and are near the boat, which may make you say ‘oh wait, where is Saint Germain anyway?’ The answer to that question is ‘not there, because we can’t have a literal time assassin who massacres entire villages of innocent people for the sake of the timeline be here while we pretend that good people don’t kill’. Sholmes also sat this out, because he would have been given permission to kill Avido legally, and we can’t have that.

But yes.

Germain’s busy on the boat threatening to kill people for some sweet art, while everyone is passionately preaching at Avido that they’d never kill him, not ever. Which is good for Avido, because if Germain weren’t busy getting filthier rich, the conversation would have been cut very short.

Y’know.

When Germain just stabbed him through the heart from behind.

As he does.

Also, we’d have to answer the question of ‘if this man is endangering the entire world with his plan, or even all of London, isn’t this a serious concern for the proper path of humanity? Ie; shouldn’t Germain be killing this man?’ if he were there.

Darius is like ‘well, you’re family, so even though you’re a murderous psychopath who purposefully got people nonconsensually addicted to a deadly drug and sold who knows how many innocents into slavery, I’m gonna look out for you’ just in time for Leonhart to show up and flail angrily at Arsene.

He immediately blames Lupin and the gang for the mass destruction of Liverpool, and instead of anyone saying “Well, actually it’s that tank there, It kept shelling the place and mowing through buildings because Avido is a psychopath”, Victor goes “Well, we have no excuse”

yes

yes you do

you didn’t do the destruction. (Except the hotel, but at that point it was ‘damage a rebuilding hotel or die’, so really...)

There’s a vaguely humorous bit where the mafioso realizes that the royal guard isn’t interested in arresting the mafia, just the random band of thieves, and then, wonderfully...Saint Germain finally shows up.

Truly, he lights up everything when he’s around. Aside from the times when he’s obligated to turn his murder blades on Cardia. That’s just sad.

Anyway, left to his own devices, Germain extorted a bunch of mafia into overfilling his automobile full of priceless treasures and cash. He’s shameless about it. It’s adorable. Give that man your art. Do it. It’s not a request, he’s taking your art.

Anyway, since the Impeymobile is wrecked, they all hop into Germain’s getaway car, and zoom off in a pretty cute ending CG, benny hill music playing as Leon chases them and Victor - poor, precious baby - nearly falling out of the car like a dweeb.

Sadly, there’s an epilogue, because this route is bad and it won’t let Germain save it.

Oh yeah, there’s an irrelevant noble who dies right before Germain probably would have killed him anyway. It’s stated that no one really tries to stop Germain from keeping his treasures, because most of them were originally acquired illegally and some are even national treasures of other nations, so even acknowledging they exist would possibly spark a war that Victoria totally, definitely doesn’t actually want for realsies.

Victoria responds to them saving the country and the world by not really responding. Instead, she sends them an invoice for the damage to Liverpool that they didn’t cause. It’s just so knee-slappingly hilarious that the invoice somehow matches the cost of those aforementioned priceless treasures. Because that gag is ALWAYS FUNNY AND NEVER OLD! IT’S SO FUNNY! HAHA THEY MADE MONEY BUT THE COST TOOK UP ALL THE MONEY! HAHA

except you know...

how...

how does the cost match priceless artifacts? Germain isn’t selling them, and he can’t even if he wants to. There’s not even price tags on some of them. How is it they’re ‘in the red’? Just the cash that was in the car?

Yeah, no, it’s stupid.

And to just cap off that bowl of stupid, we get to see The Demon, who unfortunately survived her repeated kamekaze attempts. This time the Lupin gang remembered that Twilight exists, so Delly and Passy go with her and Cardia on the town.

Naturally, because Shirley’s a little shit, she harasses and disrespects Delly.

...Well, it’s supposed to just be ‘two kids playing’, but Shirley’s a miserable little cave troll without a single redeeming iota of her being, so it just comes off as her being unreasonably rude to Delly.

There’s another photographer moment like in the Airship picture, but instead of a cute picture, it’s cropped out Delly and Passy, and just focuses on Shirley and Cardia holding ice cream, while the little brat has five scoops on her cone, which is definitely going to end up mostly melted on the street.

The route ends with Cardia being happy that she’s ‘made a friend that’s her same gender and age’. After establishing RIGHT BEFORE that Shirley is about Delly’s age, and is playing like a child with him while Cardia and Passy watch them.

Also for some weird reason, everyone is convinced that Sisi is a guard dog in this route. Just because.

You might think ‘is there a pay off with that whole statue thing’? no

You might think ‘okay, so what’s the conclusion with Herlock Sholmes? Does he toss some part of his earning for the assignment to Lupin and the others who actually did 100% of the job while he sat back and did nothing?’ no, nothing happens

You may think ‘okay, at least maybe they clarify what happens with the Twilight, or where Shirley is during the epilogues?’ no

no they don’t.

you may even think ‘at least Avido is dead or in prison or something permanently punished for all the horrible-’

it’s a bad route

it’s an awful route

it’s bad, bro.

Just enjoy the boys - particularly Germain - being cute. That’s all you get.

But not Delly.

Delly didn’t want to be a part of this crappy route.

#code realize #code realize future blessings #code:realize-future blessings #code: realize-future blessings #shirley gordon #code realize review #ooc #spoilers #SHIRLEY GORDON IS A GOBLIN MADE OF NOTHING BUT SUFFERING EXCEPT ITS YOURS #SHE EXISTS TO MAKE YOU SUFFER AND WONDER WHY YOU BOUGHT THIS GAME #long post

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 14

Chapter Summary - Headlines break around the world about the end of Tom and Taylor's break up.

Emma is introduced to Paul, and of course, Tom comes up in conversation

.Tom meets with Luke regarding Taylor's accusations.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

apologies for not putting chapter 11 in correctly, I have since rectified it.

The headlines at the top of the chapter were all ones I copied from Google when Tom and Ms Swift parted ways.

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“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Paul sat at the table next to Danielle, kissing her cheek as he joined her, Emma and her husband.

“You arrived, that is all that matters.” Emma smiled, looking at Paul in an assessing manner as he sat. “I’m Emma by the way.” She declared, holding her hand out to him.

“Paul Pennycooke.” He smiled, extending his own. Her husband Jack did similar when introducing himself. “So you guys know Danni a while so?”

Emma’s brow rose at Paul’s nickname for her friend. “Yes, I met Elle the weekend she moved in, I was the one to actually go over and say hello, then I forced Tom to help her move stuff out of the van.” she smiled.

“Can you call it helping? He was sweating like a pig after three boxes.” Danielle scoffed playfully.

“Well bless him; he is not the strongest guy.” Emma agreed. “We were both home that weekend, and well you met mum, she insisted on bringing Elle for a cup of tea, then from there she extracted poor Elle’s back story and has effectively adopted her.”

“Feels more like a kidnapping most days.” Danielle laughed, chucking some bread at Emma.

“Do you ever stop throwing food?” Paul laughed, looking at her. Her response was grabbing another tiny piece at him. “That is a no then.”

“You get used to her Paul.” Emma smiled fondly. “She did it at my wedding.”

“You joked about my boobs, in your bridal speech.”

“I just said I got self-conscious when we were checking bridesmaid dresses because everything you tried made you look big.”

“You did not say ‘big’, the words you used were ‘like Dolly Parton’. They aren’t even big.” Everyone at the table with the exception of the Irish woman burst out laughing. “See, which is why I threw food at her, and again, it was a bit of bread, nothing deadly.”

“It was stuck inside my dress for hours; it actually came out when I finally got out of it that night.”

“See, I was a great bridesmaid, I made sure you had a snack for bed.” She grinned smugly.

“Why are we friends?”

“I ask myself that some days.” Danielle joked; Emma stuck her tongue out at her, which Elle mirrored.

“So you decided to call Elle, Danni? Any reason for that?” Emma asked curiously when she decided to act like an adult once more.

Paul looked at Danielle for a moment. “Well, no one knows her as Elle outside of your family, I called her Danni at work, and when I heard her being called Elle by your mum, and I thought it would be intruding if I were to starting calling her that too.”

“I don’t look like an Elle.”

“I refute that.” Paul dismissed, “You sound like all of those names.”

“They do suit you actually.” Emma agreed, Jack nodded in agreement as his mouth was full.

“Well, I disagree.”

“Only to be awkward.” Jack teased, long used to Elle being around his wife and her family.

Danielle took her napkin off her lap. “That’s it, I have had my fill of posh people for today, I’m off to slum it by the seafront with the homeless people.”

“We are not posh,” Emma argued.

Danielle stared at her sceptically for a moment. “You mean are not ‘up your own ass’ posh, but you, my dear friend, are posh.”

“Well, it’s better than the other ‘p’ word that gets thrown around.” She shrugged. “By the way, did you actually call Tom that when he went off at you?” Emma asked her friend, somewhat scared of the answer she would receive.

“First of all, he came up and was rude to me just after that terrible car crash with that woman and her kids, so I was feeling really tired and shit, before we go any further, but I did say to him that I did not have the time or the energy, I can’t remember which exactly, for his ‘first world, privately educated, rich, privileged white boy problems’ or something to that effect.” Danielle defended.

“All things considered, I think that was alright.” Paul immediately sided with her. “I read about that crash and Kevin, a college friend of mine was the assistant pathologist for that, he wasn’t right for a week after.”

“And at the top of the list of jobs I would never wish to have, we have a new one.” Emma shuddered. “It was mean and very classist of you Elle, but you had justification.” She conceded.

“If it is any consolation, I was just trying to piss him off; you know I don’t give a rat’s ass what education you guys have.”

“I know.”

“I did almost identical to you all with my regular commoner one anyway.” She joked.

“You have more subjects too.” Emma agreed before she looked at her friend seriously again. “Have you heard from Tom?”

“You mean since every last magazine and gossip rag paper put his face on the front page last week, no, I haven’t. I mean, he called the day after the statement at whatever fashion show he was at, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk so Paul spoke to him.”

“Yeah, well, it finally happened, it only took three months of praying.”

“You prayed?”

“You met her; if I thought sacrificing a goat would have worked, I would have been scouring the countryside, trust me,” Emma stated. Danielle laughed and went to drink some of her water. “You know there is one magazine that stated online he was emotionally and verbally abusive.” There were tears in Emma’s eyes when she said that.

Danielle’s eyes went wide and she spilt her water on herself. “WHAT?” she squeaked loudly.

“Yes, they said, my brother verbally abused her, that he was controlling and ridiculing.”

“Tom? Tom, Tom? Your brother Tom? What did he do, ask her to put the milk into the tea before the hot water? He’s been an ass, but not abusive. I see abusive relationships every second night of the week at work, it is bread and butter basic for me to have to recognise, and Tom is not that. I mean, I spat those words I said a minute ago to him and his response was only that I was jealous; if he was abusive, I dare say I would have gotten a hell of a lot more than that.” Elle dismissed.

“You see, even you can say that after everything,” Emma argued.

“What did Diana say?”

“You think we told her? Luke had it pulled down within twenty-four hours, promising the lawsuit to end all lawsuits if they didn’t.”

“So it never happened, we don’t mention it past now,” Danielle stated clearly.

“Agreed.” Jack concurred. “Your mum doesn’t need that.”

“Definitely, it would kill her; and Tom doesn’t need that, I mean, she damaged his career enough, that could have put the final nail in the coffin, he can come back from a PR disaster relationship, but abuse; that is mud that sticks,” Danielle commented.

“Even after everything you still care.” Emma smiled.

“Of course, he’s an ass as I stated already, but he’s not that kind.”

“I…” Tom paced frantically.

“We knew something like this would happen.” Luke stay sitting at his desk, watching Tom, getting increasingly dizzy as he did so. “Just sit down.”

“Can we trace it back to her?”

“Of course not; she has the best PR and legal teams I have ever had the misfortune to be against.” Luke sighed. “Look, it’s retracted, we have our spin, she has hers, people are taking it as well as they can, deciding for themselves, there is no more we can do.”

“I should have gone for a low blow.” Tom groaned.

“She would have used that to her advantage.” Luke begrudgingly admitted. “I’m glad you sought to not do that.”

“There’s a clip of her in a studio, singing a few lines, whiney break-up ones.”

“I’m aware Tom; I keep a close eye on these things, even when you forgot to ask me to. That’s why you hired me. We knew this would happen, the songs are nigh on as certain as tax and death.”

“I’ve been a shit friend, thank you, Luke.”

“We’ve been together since you started Tom, I have your back.” Luke smiled.

“Even when I’m an egotistical ass?” Tom asked.

“I work with actors, by default you are all egotistical asses.” Luke scoffed. “Have you spoken to your family about the claims?”

“Emma found the article, she contacted me and Sarah about it, mum doesn’t know, and we want to keep it that way,” Tom explained.

“Good idea.” Luke nodded. “And anything from Ms Hughes?”

“No, I tried talking to her, but her boyfriend said she didn’t want to speak with me.” Tom’s tone was downtrodden.

“Her boyfriend?”

“Yeah, she’s seeing some doctor from work, according to mum he is brilliant and everything Elle needs.”

Luke eyed Tom carefully, noting his demeanour. “Right, well, she seems to not be the focus of anything so far, but the album may be where we will find her, I cannot believe I may be forced to buy that, you don’t pay me enough. I mean I rather a sex tape scandal to this.”

“Really?”

“Please don’t tell me she has that on you?” Luke asked fearfully.

“Thankfully not.”

“Don’t scare me like that Tom; I can only take so much. You’re going to give me heart failure.” Tom chuckled. “I’ll deal with anything that comes up and keep you posted.”

“Thank you, Luke, and I am so sorry for everything.”

“Yeah, well, when you get that Oscar, or Emmy, or whatever award, my name has to be front and centre after this.”

“Before mum even.”

“After your mum, I think she would castrate me if I tried to take credit for you.” Tom laughed and hugged his friend goodbye. “I’m glad your back Tom.” Luke smiled at him.

“I am glad to be back,” Tom admitted. “I just hadn’t it in me to continue.”

“You’re an English boy, you have what it takes to make it in Hollywood, but not the mindset to live there; behind it all, you are still a London boy, and that’s cool. I mean Fassbender, Cumberbatch, you, Redmayne, you are all over here from choice, and that’s a good thing.”

“How are you wiser than me and younger?”

“It’s a deadly combination, but you forgot better looking too.” Luke joked.

“I will see you soon.” Tom laughed as he left the office. When he got to his car he realised he had missed a call from Emma when he was talking to Luke, so pressing the callback option, he sat and waited, toying with the keys before placing them in the ignition, but not turning the car on.

“Hey, big brother.” Emma sang cheerfully down the phone.

“Really? Too much wine at dinner.”

“It was a special occasion, and it was only two glasses, well maybe three.” She countered.

“And what special occasion is this then?” Tom smiled before getting serious. “You’re not driving are you?”

“No, Elle is designated driver, and I got to meet Paul, we had a double dinner date, her and Paul, me and Jack. God, Tom, he’s really nice; Elle is after getting herself someone lovely. Wait til you meet him, I think you two will get on great.” She rambled.

The smile Tom had on his face at the thought of Elle and Emma having dinner fell as soon as Emma mentioned Paul, then he felt his throat tighten as she gushed about him. “I…That’s nice.” He forced out.

“Let me know when you’re home next, I am going to be there, I promise.” She swore. “I missed you for ages.”

“Well, I was home a couple of times recently,” Tom argued.

“Yeah, but either she was there, or there was a threat of her being there.” Emma countered.

“She’s a person, not a terrorist threat,” Tom stated in a deadpan tone.

“She’s a terrorist, did you see the shit she wrote about you. I mean, Elle poured water on herself in shock at what was written, she was sickened.”

“But she won’t talk to me.”

“Yeah well, Elle is not the 'forgive and forget' easily type, you know that. but she will Tom, I could see it on her face, she misses you, she’ll want to talk soon.”

“Even with a boyfriend?”

“Why would Paul matter? He was siding with you, telling her to talk to you.”

Tom’s gut clenched more at that. “He does seem like a nice guy.”

“He is; he’s the best.” Emma beamed. “Anyway, I better have a tea or two and get myself out of tipsy land; I don’t want to wake up at four in the morning dying of a headache. Bye, big brother.”

“Bye Emma.” Tom hung up the phone and stared at it for a few moments. He frowned at how the mention of Paul with Elle had caused him to feel odd but put it down to his now single status once more.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #I Hate you I Love You #chapter 14

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delicateheartstranger · 4 years

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March 16, 2020

Dear world,

This has been started actually on the 15th, but since it will take awhile to write out everything I will mark it the 16th.

So here begins my crappy 2000s movie start of a blog. Unlike the movies where at some point my blog will blow up and my life will take either a turn for the worse or better I have nothing to fear because that was barely realistic even back then. Since I wanna make sure though just in case any chance someone who knows me finds this I will not state my name. I’ll tell ya’ll this, I’m 19 years old and will be 20 in October, I like fandom shit, I’m trans, I’m pan, I wish I could go back and kill baby Hitler so I would never be born and no ww2, I’m in love with one my best friends, I have feelings for a guy I met online that lives in Norway while I’m stuck in the U.S., I suffer from ptsd/depression/anxiety/a fuck ton of just not being mentally stable, live at home with my parents right now, have no job, most of my close friends are toxic, and I have no privacy.

I was at college for a few month, but then a bunch of things happened and I had to drop out. When I came back home my parents I feel resented me a bit for not being stable enough to stay at that college (they loved it and want to send me back) so now my home life became a lot worse. I’m in a php program currently so even if it weren’t for the fact that my parents would rather roll over dead than have me work (earn money to get the fuck out) I can’t get one since most conflict with time. I’m 19 and only ever held one real job because my parents claim the house needs to be clean before I can work. I’m not the only one who lives here, but okay. Also I would make less messes if I wasn’t home. Top it off it’s like “we don’t want you working for other people before you do the work you owe us at home.” They have this whole family first idea, but the thing is I don’t feel a part of the family. They decided I had no say when I was younger when moving far from home, I wasn’t a part of it enough to get attention while my brother was sick, I wasn’t a part of it enough for them not to judge me to the point where I quit lots of things I loved just so they’d stop hurting me, I wasn’t enough a part of it that they would do things for me that would be what “family” does.

So yes I will put myself aka my mental health first because you guys never will. Because of the Corona outbreak my area has been quarantined. It means 2 weeks no school (wasn’t enrolls), no physical php, less people in public, and that good old shit. Thing is now my parents are trying to force my brother who’s off in college to come back home AND not let me see my friends physically while locking me up in our home. The most I can do if I wanna leave is go for a walk for like 30 minutes near our house. I hate walking as it just riles me up ever more and brings back bad memories of my parents forcing me to. They tried super hard when I was younger to walk the fat off me. Worked like a charm, said no one. If anything the many years of fat shaming made me gain weight as they didn’t get me a therapist, didn’t think I was depressed, didn’t let me take meds, and all I had was eating to comfort me. So yeah I’m basically trapped in my own house. I think I may fuck up. I’ve been around a month or two clean of self harm, but I know that will change in these coming weeks if I am forced to stay here alone with my folks and brother.

I usually have passive SI and SH thoughts, but within this weekend I’ve had so many that I was close to acting on them. They’ve gotten to the level of overwhelming that it’s like I’m back in 11th grade again. Which by the way, found out one my few friends from that time tried to MURDER my other friend (who is a bit newer, but still) is living in a house for people with murderous tendencies. So that’s just peachy. Oh another friend from high school has a brain tumor which probably will kill him and it makes me super sad even though we haven’t talked in years. I am currently upset about my life choices of who I made friends with.

My three best friends would be LM, DW, and LL.

LL is a friend I made in my third high school. He’s kinda going through lots of shit right now. He used to realize that he couldn’t drink and that he could only smoke in small amounts. Now he’s back on his bs. He’s also having unsafe sex with strangers he met on tinder. Now it’s find to fuck around. Go live your best life. But if you are having unsafe sex that’s a problem. He is constantly having pregnancy scares (he’s trans). All of this while on the fact that when he’s not too fucked up he’s like kinda self center. I told him like the other night when he was doing better that I was feeling really down given some shit I got for being fat, but I was fine talking. This man goes ahead and spends the whole time talking about all these stories about himself and doesn’t let me speak for like the whole time. And he was like on this thing about how I need to do something, but he never got there. Don’t tell me how to self improve when you’re in a worse state than me.

Then there is DW. I’ve been in love with him since middle school. We met at this outside of school after school activity. I fell hard. When I first confessed to him he didn’t really speak to me and avoided me for about a year. Then we became friends again due to weird grouping things at that after school activity. Irony was I was trying to get into the group he wasn’t in so I would lose my feelings. Then after we got close again I confessed my feelings, again. Some how that made us best friends? I mean I’m glad he didn’t cut me off again don’t get me wrong, but it just wasn’t what I was expecting. Now here’s some hard shit. About almost a year ago over the summer (2019) we were talking about my weird love life. You see I still tried to date outside of him. Can’t keep going after something that won’t happen. Then I asked about his love life as it’d been like months since I brought it up directly with him. Turns out he’d been dating a girl for almost a YEAR. He just “forgot” to tell me. I understand he could’ve been worried about my feelings, but I’m more hurt that he hid something that big away from me and lied about it too. We’re supposed to be best friends. Course I don’t wanna hear about how he fucks her or whatever. I just wanna be there for him. And so now I’m getting a taste of my own medicine. He is talking about her. How they go on dates, how they had a dear valentines day date, how he cares about her, how she even was in the same php program as me. I wanna fucking strangle her. She used to be my friend, but we grew apart. Then of course I find out that she’s dating the love of my life. Cool. Worst is when me and him are texting and she has the NERVE to try and talk to me. I don’t ever wanna speak to her again. I will if it makes DW happy, but for my sanity and her life I will avoid that. She’s a fine person, props forgot about me and my feelings for him, and doesn’t deserve the utter rage I hold for her. That don’t change it though. All of this on top the fact we’ve been distantly lately. I noticed about like 5 months ago how I was always the one texting DW and that started our convos. How I was the one putting in effort. So I started to text less. He only about 5 times started the conversations. It was over memes and reply to my general instagram stories. I’ve given up and realized if I want him in my life have to do the texting. I won’t let him go anymore. I’ve tried in the past, it don’t help anything. No matter what I try I need him and even if it’s bad for me it’s no worse than not having him.

Now we are on my closest and most toxic best friend. LM. LM I also met in my third high school. She was kind and charismatic. Thing is she is unstable, manipulative, controlling, hurtful, and just really toxic to me. She’s the alpha of the friend group I’m in with her. She can hurt me so much. I’ve tried taking breaks from her in the past, but when that happens she gets angry. She tried in these times to ruin my reputation. She has so much dirt on me. Top it off she lies like crazy and people just like, believe her? The only ones who have been able to see through her shit would be: Me, LL, and MA. That’s it. Not even her own sister can, least she doesn’t show it. It’s shit like, let’s say I was embarrassed by something and felt bad. LM would say I sobbed over it and yeah. Or she also just full on lies about me doing or saying something. It’s too the point where she’s said things about me that could get me in legal trouble if she told some authority figure and they believed her. Like she claims one time that I was about to drug one my crushes if she wasn’t there to stop me and that I masturbated with his jacket when he left the room in his closet. Yes I’m not proud of it, but when I was in a bad head space I thought about the idea/fantasy of having him take horny pills that SHE showed me and offered me. I did also once smell up my crush’s jacket in the closet. Not proud of it at all. I wasn’t stable and wasn’t thinking in my right mind. Doesn’t make what I did okay, but I did not do anything that would be as fucked as she claimed. Sometimes with that old crush she’ll bring it up saying straight up lies like I went to his house. Never did. Did find my crush on white pages (again not okay, but I wasn’t healthy), but never went anywhere near him outside of our setting. So yeah if I cut her off or just take a break she could realllly ruin my life given everyone believes ever word she says. All of that and I’m still a bit bitter over her manipulating a situation where me, her, and a few friends had a crush on the same guy. She lied saying she didn’t have feelings for him. She told us to confess and when we were like ‘idk not to ready for that’ she went ahead and did it for us. He didn’t like us back which is valid. But then she got really handsy and did things that basically helped him fall for her. Now I don’t have feelings for him anymore. If I do imma just push em away given he wouldn’t be good for me. But they constantly do things now as a couple that feel like an invasion on my being. THEY HAD SEX WITH THE DOOR SLIGHTLY OPEN IN THE ROOM NEXT TO ME ONLY TO LIE STRAIGHT TO MY FACE. So they couldn’t see I’d woken up. I was facing the door and they were full on sex. Like I heard the moans. I heard it all. I knew they were fucking. So when they finished and went to wake me up I pretended to be asleep. Then later that day I brought it up to my friend CS (her boyfriend/ex crush) I thought they were having sex cause I could heard them in my dream, he lied to my face saying I was crazy. Straight up gas lighting tactics LM would use. This isn’t the first time they tried that. Even when I was with someone and we both were like yeah we heard ya’ll having sex they denied it and said we were crazy. Like please just don’t fuck when there are others around or at least have the decency to do it where we can’t hear/wake up from it.

All of this said about each one I love them all dearly. And it’s hard the idea of losing them. It’s just so shitty dealing with all their shit on top of my own.

Now the worse thing happening right now that I can’t even talk to a friend about it that I got my new name outed. So my parents are transphobic, but diet transphobic. Like they “support” trans rights yet do really transphobic things.I came out to them a few months ago and not a SINGLE time have they used the right pronouns. Then when bringing up trans things they have shot me down claiming xyz. I just wanna be me, but the same time I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment. At my php program I go by my chosen name. I told all the staff my situation at home yet the nurse managed to fuck up when emailing and wrote in an email that was attached to my parents my chosen name. So great my parents probably know something is up. I’m gonna fucking cry if they hurt me more. They already invalidate me on so many things I can’t stand the idea of them doing so on something so close and core to my identity. They do it with everything else and most things core to who I am. I had one safe space and the nurse had to fuck it up for me. I just can’t fucking deal with all this.

Top it off the one good person in my life, ESK hasn’t spoken to me in about 3 days now. ESK is someone I met online who lives in Europe. He’s genuinely the only good thing in my life. The only non toxic source of happiness. He brings me so much joy. I’m pretty sure he also has feelings for me or had them at one point. He’s 2 years younger than me and is turning 18 soon. I wanna get him a gift, but not only would that be weird, but he also hates celebrating his birthday. So I’ll just wish him a happy birthday when it comes around. Regardless I might not even be able to since he hasn’t responded in awhile. He has some serious health problems so I am worried he could be really sick. That or he’s angry at me/hates me/doesn’t wanna talk anymore. It could be just my anxiety, but the same time it could be true. I hate that I can’t tell. I can’t even talk to any of my bffs about it since they’ll all be super judgmental. Maybe DW, but even then it’d be hard. I just wanna make sure ESK is okay. He means the world to me. I don’t want to lose him. This is all happening after we both showed full face selfies of ourselves in our last convos. I hope he doesn’t think I’m ugly. It’d break my heart into toooooo many pieces if my looks scared him away or made him lose his romantic feelings for me. It’s not like we could date rn as not only are we an ocean away, but I’m far to emotionally unstable to. But hey that won’t matter if he drops off the face of the earth.

Lastly before I go I wanna talk about this girl in my php program who is legit making me crazy. We will call her LLL. She looks and acts just like my first crush, but if she’d grown up. The only difference is her eye color, age, and where she’s from. She isn’t her, but boy that doesn’t stop my lizard brain. I feel like a piece of trash whenever my eyes wander over her more revealing parts. It’s bad to objectify women and bad that I’m placing this role on her. Plus I’m like 90% sure she’s straight and like 60% she has a thing for a guy in our php group (who is much hotter than me). It’s just so hard since I lost my crush via my abusive grandma. It was her fault I didn’t wake up in time (I was 9) which meant I never got her number. I remember my heart sinking seeing her wave good bye to me from her car window as she drove off. I never really got over her as I just repressed any sense of being not cis het. I only really realized what I had for her was more than “wanting to be bffs” like a year or two ago. Still haven’t had the proper therapy to undo all my baggage. I really hope she hasn’t realized that my eyes linger on her just a little too long or that my feet are always pointing towards her. I want it to be a safe space for her.

SO yeah. That’s like 2% of my life rn plus 1% back story. You guys can tell I say like, so, and ya’ll a tad too much. I don’t know what to do and I have to wake up at 7. If anyone sees this I hope you can give me advice before it’s too late.

Yours cordially,

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brother’s best friend. || two

Summary: Since you turned sixteen, Jimin (22) realized what woman you had become. He tries so hard to control himself when you are around, as there’s no way he can touch you. Not only because you are the little sister of his best friend but also because you are way too young. Pairing: You x Jimin ft. brother Yoongi & friend Jungkook Genre: smut [18+], illegal sex, dom!jimin, slight fuckboy!jimin, slow sex, rough jimin, tiny tiny bit angst, young reader, Warning: big age difference between jimin and the reader. Be warned! Don’t like, don’t read!!

Word Count: 7,072

Index: 01, 02

“Oh my God!” You reached for your private parts to cover them from his eyeline, “Don’t you dare look at me! I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill you!” You stumbled to regain your balance when you lifted yourself from him, slamming the door behind you once you fell into your room.

It all happened so fast that all Jimin could do was stare vacantly across the hallway as Yoongi took a step out of his room. All his eyes could meet with was Jimin sat there, confused. “What happened? I heard a scream and a door slam.” Jimin bent forward, ignoring Yoongi’s question completely. He interlocked his legs, putting his hand on his forehead. “Jimin?” Yoongi asked again, his head slowly looking in the direction of your room. He had the worst in mind but he wanted to wait for an explanation before he would attack his best friend again.

Jimin just sat there on the landing with his head in his hands, small muffled laughter escaping his mildly covered mouth: he simply couldn't take this much longer

You heard him laughing as you wrapped yourself in your bed sheets as well as you could. You were fully aware why you hated him - of course, he would laugh in a situation like that. He was such an asshole and at some point, you started to wish that Jimin would be the Jimin that you once loved a lot, you wanted that back because you missed him more than he would ever believe.

“Yoongi, I think I need to pass.” Jimin stood up, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think that I can babysit your sister.” He couldn’t do it anymore. He was trying so hard to maintain his composure but this incident had just been the last punch in the face. He had seen your naked body, that was it for him. If he saw you again, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to control himself.

He wanted to be close to you every second of the day but he wasn’t allowed to touch you so he couldn’t stand it anymore. At some point, part of him thought that he would get over it but even after trying for three years now, there was no change of heart. He couldn’t do it. The tragic thing was that he couldn’t get over it but he couldn’t be with you either. It wasn’t just something sexual for him, it wasn’t that he just found your body sexy. He also cared for you more than he should, there were so many things that he wanted to do with you and for you to do with him but all these fantasies could never blossom into reality. The whole situation was a constant winter and until yesterday, it had been bleak and barren - that was until he heard you talking about him, that was when the first flower bud started to develop, turning winter into spring. But he was very aware that the bud was vulnerable, that it might not survive the harsh winter.

That’s it. He needed to stay away from you completely now. At least, as long it took for him to be able to control himself again - if that was even a possibility for the future.

Jimin had taken off way before Yoongi had even thought about leaving so that meant that he really had no other choice but to leave you alone. When Yoongi left, you were able to see the raw fear and anticipation in his eyes whenever he might look at you but he was forced to put his nerves aside and leave you behind.

You stood by the door, leaning on the doorframe as Yoongi stood outside, in front of you with all of his luggage piled at his feet and bags in his hands. His girlfriend was sat in the car fiddling with the navigation system as she waited for him to say his goodbyes.

“Don’t forget to blow out the candles before you go to bed and if you cook something, don’t forget to turn the oven off afterwards! Oh, and take the trash out before you go to sleep tonight.”

You nodded slightly and rolled your eyes, “I’ve got it Yoongi. Just incase you forgot, this is the tenth time that you’ve told me that now.” You gifted him with a large hug, pushing past his bags, securing him in a brief, careful embrace, “You worry way too much.” You muttered under your breath as he finally nodded to you, letting go of you and walking towards the car.

You waved at him a few times as the car pulled out of the driveway, closing the door behind you once he was finally out of sight. You pressed your back against the front door, slumping slightly as you sighed into the wild oblivion in front of you. It was so empty, so silent, so lifeless. You had become accustomed to Jimin’s lazy arse on that couch and the impenetrable scent of Yoongi’s cigarettes: it was weird when there was no one here. For many people your age, this was normality but it was just difficult for you to accept because this just wasn’t the life that you were used to. Yoongi had never allowed you to stay by yourself before, you were surprised that he didn’t force you to third-wheel his vacation. If Yoongi wasn’t here then your mom would be but this time she was away working in Malaysia. You were officially completely alone.

You could hear the gentle sound of tyre traction on the damp ground outside. Each car drove past slowly as you collapsed against the door. This was exactly the thing, why was it raining in summer? Why was there always something that was bound to ruin it for you? Your thoughts droned around stealthily as you felt the soft vibration of your phone in your pocket. It was one of your classmates, the only one that you really did consider a friend - granted, she wasn’t a close friend but she was one that you could confide in about anything, inclusive of your weakness for Jimin.

When you picked up the call, she was the first to talk. “And? How does it feel to be all alone with Park Jimin?”

“He isn’t here.” Your throat croaked slightly from dehydration, the memory of what had happened a while ago at the forefront of your conscience. “Wait. What? Why?”

You told her everything that had happened, not forgetting a single detail since the event was so crisp in your memory. Despite your immense embarrassment, she just couldn’t seem to hold back her laughter. She went on and on about how much you must have destroyed him, how weak he would have been after seeing you naked: not just this, but the fact that you came into contact with him. For some reason, she was unbelievably confident that this was the reason that he cancelled on you.

“I bet he’s going crazy right now!” She said with mild laughter whilst simultaneously feeling a little bad for him. “No. Jimin is not the type to over-think something like this. It’s not a big deal, when I was younger, he saw me naked whenever it was bath time.” You could hear your friend sighing down the line as you literally felt her rolling her eyes. “Goddamn, Y/N! You were ten years old, this is a completely different situation! You’re basically a woman now and he is a man. If you think that he can swallow it that easily then you're even dumber than I thought.” Part of you really didn’t want to talk about this, you just wanted to change the topic of conversation to something that would be less embarrassing for you. Despite all your attempts, it didn’t work; she just wanted to talk about your relationship with Jimin.

You had no idea how long it had been since she had first called you, no idea how long you had been talking about all this but with each minute you could feel yourself becoming more uncomfortable so you moved to the couch, although you still twisted and turned even when you got there.

“I mean, did you ever think about the possibility that he might be in love with you?” Your eyes widened at her words as you shot up into a sitting position. “What?!” You asked, almost screaming down the phone.

“I mean, it’s very possible…”

You shook your head in rapid succession, “No, Jimin likes older girls - at least, twenty, sometimes - even older than that. He would never fall in love with me. In fact, we used to be so close that he probably sees me more as a little sister than anything else.” You nodded, pleased with yourself because you knew that what you had said had made absolute sense. Even though you were certain of yourself, her question kept digging away at your mind.

If he was in love with you, surely you would have been able to notice it by now. When he was in love, he seemed…actually, how did he act when he was in love? You had never witnessed him talking about his girlfriends more than was considered normal, you had never seen him being all lovey-dovey with the women that he had dated, nor was he more happy when he wasn’t single. He was the same Jimin that he always had been - completely normal, right?

“Are you in love with him?”

This question left you in complete silence for at least five to ten minutes. Thankfully, your friend just waited patiently and gifted you with all the time that you needed before you committed to an answer. Actually, you had never thought about this. Yes, you had fantasies about him; yes - sometimes you imagined what a relationship with him might be like; you wondered how his lips might feel against yours; you wonder if he was a good kisser. Occasionally, you might wonder, if he would ever…touch you and speak to you like he did to his girlfriends. But you had never really thought about whether you were in love with him or not.

You were forced back into reality when your friend’s mom called her. “Sorry, Y/N, I have to go now.” She sounded a little sad because she wanted to know the answer to her question but she also seemed to know that you didn’t exactly have the answer either.

The remainder of the day went by pretty easily even if you were alone. In a way, it was pretty cool to have such a large place all to yourself. You could do whatever you wanted to, you could live by your own rules. There was no Jimin to accidentally walk in on you as you jumped around the room in your underwear, looking for the clothes that you would wear on your date with Jungkook, there was no Yoongi to stop you from going. You stood there for ages, deciding on what earrings and rings you should wear. Really, you were almost enjoying it a little too much. Before you had the time to notice, the sun had descended into the horizon and darkness melted into the sky outside. You watched a ton of age-restricted movies that had been recommended to you by Jimin and Yoongi before you managed to make your way to bed at 2am the following morning.

When you woke up again, you lay there smiling to yourself for a while. Your stomach began to turn as you thought about your date with Jungkook: you were nervous as hell. Yoongi had left a few voice-messages for you, asking you if you had managed to do everything that he had asked of you: you hadn’t. You had forgotten to take out the trash last night so once you had listened to his messages and called him back, you jumped out of your bed and dragged the trash to the curb, thankfully before it had been collected from the other houses.

When the night came, you pulled out the black dress that you had decided to wear as well as the black underwear that seemed fitting. You matched the dress with some thin thighs to conceal the bruises that you had managed to get from walking into something once again. You were clumsy as fuck and it wasn’t worth asking about, considering that you couldn’t even remember getting half of the ones that you had. You had plenty of time to do your makeup really nicely if you had cared but you weren’t really that much of a makeup fan so you just applied some light mascara and a little bit of nude lipstick. Your hair was also done fairly quickly, since it was naturally pretty straight so you could get away with simply straightening over any small curls that you had left.

Afterwards, you ran to the mirror and looked yourself up and down. Holy shit, you looked ridiculous. Yesterday, you looked at yourself in the mirror and you looked amazing but now, you just looked like a potato in a black dress. Great. The minutes were ticking by as you glanced at the clock on the wall, there wasn’t long for you to find something else to wear but it was enough time. But right when you were about to take off your little black dress, a bell sounded throughout the entire house.

“Are you serious? He is thirty minutes early.” You readjusted your black dress into its appropriate position and ran downstairs. Before you opened the door, you spent a few seconds fixing your hair and dress once more as you cleared your throat and stood up straight.

The gap in the door widened as you pulled it open and faced Jimin.

Jimin?

“What the hell are you doing here?! Leave!” You looked past his shoulder to see if Jungkook was standing behind him but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Why-why the fuck are you dressed like that?” He asked sternly, closing the door behind him.

You narrowed your eyes and started to walk back in the direction that you had initially come from but Jimin kept following you. There it was again: the irregular pounding against your ribcage, the butterflies spreading throughout your stomach. This was the worst time that he could decide to show up and look after you. Yoongi could never know that you were going to go out with Jungkook but there was no way that Jimin was going to let this drop. He would thoroughly enjoy telling Yoongi exactly what you had done.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is.” He whispered more to himself than anyone else, “Wherever you’re planning on going, you can cancel it now.” He positioned his weight against the front door and studied your every move, his gaze piercing you coldly as if he were curious as to how you would react to his next question. “With who?”

“Oh, I, for sure, won’t tell YOU that. Who the fuck do you think you are?” You lifted your phone to see if Jungkook had sent you a message saying that he had arrived or something but no. You needed something to get you out of this situation. You really wanted to go out with him, this was your first date and you really weren’t happy about Jimin trying to ruin it just so he could play with you once again. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You jumped in mild shock but also in exhilaration; a small smile slowly appeared on your face. Swiftly, you walked towards the door and closer to Jimin, who guarded the front door like a lion would guard it’s young.

You stood your ground: determined with a mad expression drawn across your face, less than a metre parting you from him and the door. “Get out of my way.” You tried to make your voice sound a little deeper in hope that he might be able to realise that you were quite serious about opening that door.

“No.” He answered immediately, a small smirk on his face from the amusement of you trying to command him to do something, even if you knew that he was the one with the upper-hand in this situation - just how he always seemed to have. “Jimin, I said get out of my way!” You laid your hands on his upper arms and tried to push him away with all the strength that you were able to muster up in your weak body. Really, you probably should have listened to Jimin in the sense that you should take up more fitness - not in any other way.

But no matter what you tried to do, he wouldn’t budge a bit. Then, you heard Jungkook’s voice: “Y/N? It’s me, Jungkook.” Jimin rotated his head towards the door so that he could hear him a little better. Then, he slowly moved his head back to face you, raising an eyebrow and trying to maintain his control whilst also containing his anger towards the whole situation. “So it’s Jungkook that wants to jump on you.” You flinched and furrowed your eyebrows. You couldn’t believe how he had just spoken to you, as if you just wanted someone to give it to you good. He had no right to speak to you like that!

Madness spread throughout your body and your fists tightened by your sides, “Jump on me? I’m not a goddamn whore! I’m just going on a date with him. Now, get out of my way: he’s waiting!” It was in this moment that Jimin finally moved out of the way, without muttering a single word.

You pushed him out of Jungkook’s sight and opened the door to be faced with Jungkook’s sparking eyes, his signature bunny smile drawn across his face, “Wow.” He said in a breathy voice, noticeably swallowing. “Y-You look amazing! Ugh, I mean-…I mean incredible!” He was obviously extremely nervous and so were you. Just because Jimin had tried to ruin your date, you didn’t want to be in a bad mood the entire time; you didn’t want to think about Jimin full-stop so you just pushed any thoughts of him to the corners of your mind. At least you tried to.

“Thank you…” You vocalised ever so quietly, awkwardness lining your words from the shyness as you looked down at your feet nervously. Warmth spread across your face and became certain that you were blushing like crazy from such a small compliment.

Jimin hid behind the door and listened to your conversation, almost making him vomit right there and then. Jungkook was just a loser that had always been entirely head over heels in love with you; that was something that he knew very well. He also knew that he was the guy that had told him that he would ask you out one day but Jimin had never thought that he would actually have the guts to do it, since Jungkook was generally extremely shy. He wouldn’t know how to treat you; Jungkook couldn’t give you what he could.

“Y/N!” Jimin suddenly raised his voice as he emerged from the darkness of the living room. Your eyes grew unnaturally wide and so did Jungkook’s. He cupped your face with his masculine, warm hands and kissed you right in front of Jungkook. His plump lips moved on yours as he took one last glance at Jungkook, smirking softly, before he closed his eyes in satisfaction. He pushed you back a little, surprising you even more, making your head go wild as his military tags clinked together under you.

He let go of you and stared directly at your crimson face, eyes wide with shock. You were unsure if you had actually breathed the whole time. Jimin had just knocked you off your feet, wiping away all your senses in the process: leaving you with only one sensation - the bittersweet feeling of his lips pressed against your lips. He kissed you a few times again, licking at your lips tenderly. He didn’t want to stop, your lips were so addicting. After you turned sixteen, there wasn��t a moment that existed when he didn’t want to claim those lips as his own. It was a huge ask but it was something that was enough to drive him insane because you were in front of him the whole time but he just couldn’t reach you. And yet, after all this pain, he finally could have you.

“You…” Jungkook whispered in disbelief, not understanding the scene in front of him, blushing madly as if the kiss had really taken him off guard. Jimin still kissed you over and over again making loud wet, smacking sounds with his lips on yours. You tasted the alcohol and cigarettes on his lips, enjoying it more than you had originally intended. But you couldn’t maintain your composure - you had a weakness for Jimin so you just let him kiss you and forgot Jungkook completely.

Jimin laid an arm around your waist to keep you in place, slamming the door shut behind the two of you, directly in Jungkook’s face. You were completely exposed to him now, trapped in his gilded cage with chains binding you to him tightly. He didn’t ever want to let go again - he had waited too long for this moment.

Your mind went completely blank as he kissed you. With his lips dancing on yours, he guided you to the couch. As the back of your knees came into contact with the couch, you fell backwards onto the soft surface below, Jimin following you subliminally. This made you come back to reality and your eyes shot open. “Ji-…hmm…Jimin!” You said between the kiss, forcing him to let go of your lips momentarily but he still hovered above you with his flawless physique. “We can’t-“

“I don’t care. I want you under me - wrecked - so that I can burrow my dick into you, princess. There is no way I can stop this now.” He said lifting you up easily and you gasped as he did. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. God, you wanted it so bad, you wanted him to do everything that he had said. You wanted to hear more filthy words fall from between his heavenly lips, it was an addictive sin but it still was against your brothers will and if he found out just what had happened, Jimin’s funeral would follow pretty soon after.

Jimin still smelled like alcohol and something inside you wondered if he was just acting like this because he was drunk. “Jimin, how much did you drink?” He lowered his head, connecting his lips with your neck and kissing slowly along your most sensitive areas as he carried you upstairs.

“Just a few.” He answered swiftly. ‘Just a few’ meant that he was drunk. ‘Just a few’ could also mean that he had drunk so much that he wouldn’t remember what he was doing right now.

!WARNING! SMUT BEGINS HERE!

“Jimin, stop!” Your mouth might have been acting on it’s own: your body wouldn’t conform to the thoughts that droned around in your mind.

“I can’t and I won’t.” Jimin whispered against your neck, finally arriving at your room, kicking the door open with his foot. A loud crack reverberated through the long hallway, making you gasp in surprise. The door swung open forcefully. The lock was probably complete obliterated from the power of that kick. You held onto him, your legs wrapped securely around his waist, hands buried in his soft hair as you moaned loudly into him. The soft sensation of his lips on your neck felt so good that every word escaped from your mouth like a prayer.

You loosened your grip as he lifted you a little to throw you onto the bed. To him, you were incredibly light: it didn’t take much for him to throw you down harshly. You gasped as you landed on the bed and bounced on it a little from the impact. You opened your eyes to see Jimin throwing his black hoodie and white shirt to the side. His necklace hung around his neck, beautifully ornamenting his body. You pressed your legs together in nervousness as you heard the unzipping sound echoing through the room. For some reason, it was a lot louder than it would usually be when it was partnered with the sound of your heart pounding. You pulled your arms and legs closer to your body, you felt so vulnerable under him, almost ready for what was about to happen. The only barrier between him and yourself now was the dress that was draped over your body. “Get out of this.” He commanded, gesturing at your dress. You followed his instructions as quickly as you possibly could, pulling the dress over your head - lying there in only your underwear.

He had you under his spell - you would do anything that he asked of you: “This is so wrong.” You breathed out as you tried to hold your gaze as he combatted you with that dark, lustful stare of his own. “Yeah, it is.” He muttered in his deeper register, voice a little raspy from the cigarettes. He was transfixed on the idea of taking you right now on this bed, he wanted it so much: he was addicted to something he was never meant to fall into yet again. His jeans hung low on his hips as he finally came down to your level with a single body roll. He slid perfectly against your body to kiss your neck, chin and lips. This alone was almost too much for you, you could already feel a dampness between your legs as he moved against you.

You moaned into the kiss and your hands grazed across his form in a way that was extremely staggered, considering you really couldn’t concentrate on anything right now. They danced to his hips to move his jeans a little lower, causing him to groan deeply: something about it overflowed with lust - it was so seductive. “I’m not good with virgins.” Jimin said, pushing up your bra to expose your boobs. You didn’t really take any notice of what he had said: yes, you heard it but you just ignored it as if it wasn’t something that you wanted to hear. He broke the kiss and took his sweet time worshipping your body as if it were a golden temple.

He locked eyes with you, slowly going down, his hands sliding down your sides, fiddling with your black panties and the hem your pantihose. He pushed one leg between yours, spreading them forcefully, never breaking eye contact with you. You blushed a shade of crimson at the sight of him doing this. Jimin kissed and sucked at your collarbones softly, leaving a trail of wet kisses around your boobs as he finally took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling it lightly. “You like that, don’t you?” You nodded immediately, your head falling onto the soft pillow beneath you, grabbing his head once again.

The hard breathing of the both of you had swirled around the room, heat pushing up against the huge windows behind, clouding them slightly. Yet, he hadn’t even started.

He took care of your boobs well, massaging them and then leaving them glowing from the sloppy kisses that he had placed on them. Jimin finally moved along your stomach and kissed every part of it. You moved under him a little because the sensation tickled slightly. Before you were able to notice it, he was spreading your legs bit by bit to make a room for him. But when you lifted up your head to see what he was doing, you almost forgot how to breathe. He towered over your covered heat, looking down and licking his lips.

You flinched noticeably as he grabbed at your tights and ripped them apart, moving your black panties aside so that he could finally maintain a good view of your core. It took him awhile to proceed to the next step and part of you wondered why he was taking so long.

You thought he might say something before he did whatever he was going to do but no. Without warning, he opened his mouth and slid his tongue against your wet folds. Your eyes shot open, back bending up in the air. You’d never been this far in your life, not even in the fantasies that you had with him. “Ji-“ He licked your folds over and over again in a nice rhythm until he closed his soft lips around your clit, lapping his tongue against it. “You taste better than I ever could have imagined, shit.” He cursed, this long awaited moment was far too addicting for him and the air was thick with lust. Little electric shocks shot through your body and you flinched slightly, pressing your eyes and lips to thin lines. Suddenly, the first series of loud moans tumbled over lips, his name leaving your mouth like a thousand sins. Even when you tried to form sentences, your mouth just turned them into his name, forcing you to beg for him. It felt like the world around you had stopped altogether, as though time

had stopped running. It was as if the thick tension that was radiating off of you was the priority of the universe in that moment. It made your throat dry so you licked your lips, trying to get rid of the strange sensation. Jimin was such a sensual and sexual man. With only his presence, he was able to get you down on your knees in front of him, it was almost insane what kind of control he had over you.

A tear ran down your cheek because you almost couldn’t handle the intensity of it anymore, he moved faster and added a finger to tip you over the edge. He moved his finger in and out of you, sucking and lapping at your clit. You grabbed his head, massaging it as you felt a knot building up in your lower stomach. “I’m- I…I’m cumming?” You screamed as he went faster and faster, his necklace clinking louder with every movement, touching your hot skin.

Your screams got louder by the second, you reached your high, body shaking uncontrollably around his fingers and your legs pressed against his head. You gripped onto the sheets, turning your knuckles white but he still wouldn’t stop. The feeling was so overwhelming that you pushed your body up to get away from him. “S-stop!! Stop! STOP!!!” You moaned loudly as you lifted yourself up even more. Jimin went way too far with this, he didn’t know your limits yet but he was willing to push them. He moved his lips away from your clit and pumped two fingers in and out of you instead. You pushed yourself further backwards but he just mimicked your movements, looking into your eyes as you lost it completely. His arms tensed and veins popped up along his arm from the speed that he moved at.

It was simply too much but he was adamant to ride out your high: you kicked with your legs, grabbing his wrist, trying to push it away. Eventually, you were able to rip his hand away from your dripping core. His hand was gleaming, your juices running down his chin - centred around his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned against the big window, chest moving up and down rapidly as the cold glass against your back created a sense of contrast to the heat radiating off of your body.

Jimin lifted his body up and smirked at you. Obviously, completely satisfied with his work. You were breathing so hard, the baby hairs on your forehead were stuck down completely, your whole body shining from the sweat. “Don’t be exhausted just yet, baby. You still have to take my cock and let me fill you up.” As he said that he pulled down his pants, his dick slapping against his abdomen. He had such a well formed body, almost appearing ever so slightly photoshopped. His dick was long and rock-hard and for a moment, you really started to wonder just how that was going to fit inside you. But your thoughts got cut short, when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down in front of him, positioning himself between your legs. You gasped loudly as he began to massage your abdomen and cover your smaller body with his.

“Goddamn, I’m so fucking ready to show you just how good I can make you feel.” His rough curses and dirty talk managed to turn you on even more.

He came closer to your face, grabbing your chin and lifting it up a little, his hot breath hitting your already flushed face, “If you’re a good girl, you will scream loud for me. Don’t try to hold it in, got it?” You nodded as you released unsystematic exhalations. Jimin’s hand disappeared between your legs and you felt his thumb making circular motions on your clit. He was just playing with you, preparing you for what was to come. Eventually, he grabbed his dick and pushed it into your hole slowly.

“You’re so fucking tight, this is-“ He laid his body onto yours as he tried to make his way into you slowly. “Fuck.” He suddenly lifted up, pulled out and put a pillow under your arse to lift you up a little more. You got this feeling that he just wanted to be connected with you and you were right: he wanted his dick burrowed into you so he could finally claim you as his own - at least, this was what he was thinking and you knew that this was also what was going to happen. He kneeled between your legs, his dick lined up with your entrance as he pushed in again - this time with way more force. This way it was easier for him and thankfully, you were wet enough. Tears rolled down your cheeks, falling from your eyes like a wild bespatter of rain.

The pain was just so unbearable that you weren't sure if you were going to be able to handle all this. “Don’t worry, the pain will go away soon.” You didn’t notice the way that he looked at your pain-filled eyes.

“Jimin?” He stopped moving forward immediately and looked into your eyes, “Hold me and don’t leave me.” It was all a little too much for you. You wanted him close beside you, you literally had nothing that you could hold onto and this was driving you up the wall. You wanted to feel him in you, when he entered you, every movement that he would make. He was never good at taking someone’s virginity but when he did, they never complained.

But then again, this wasn’t just sex with someone that he didn’t know, this was making love to a girl that he was well and truly in love with and he knew it. He thought that he was being gentle enough anyway but now, he understood that you needed him as close as he could possibly be. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be near you, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to feel your skin against his own, because he did. He loved it, he just wasn’t sure how to do it properly. He removed the pillow from under your butt and connected your bodies once again. You could feel the sensation of his cold military tags pressed against your skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex. Your hands moved along his sides, holding him tight.

He kissed your forehead and your cheek, moving downwards towards your neck. He was way more gentle now and it seemed like he had lost that vigour and determination to enter you. “I’m sorry.” He said softly as you smiled at his cute, little apology. You sensed his hair tickling your temple and cheek area as he lay on top of you. It also made you feel protected and safe. He supported his bodyweight on his forearms, which were positioned either side of your head so that he didn’t put too much pressure on you as he slowly aligned his dick with your entrance. He kissed you tenderly as the stretching sensation started to burn at your core. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to not concentrate too much on the pain. He took his time pushing into you and this time, it felt substantially better.

“Take me well, baby.” He whispered into your neck as he moved further and further into you. Jimin pulled back a little and slowly drew in again but this time, it was way deeper. This caused you to tense up your body and squeeze your eyes together in pain. His body slid up and down against yours, boobs pressed against his chest as he moved back to take one nipple into his mouth. The feeling of being full and then empty over and over again felt euphoric. Slowly, the pain started to diminish.

“Y/N, I really…need…” He wanted to go faster so you quickly nodded in approval, not letting him wait any longer. With his forehead pressed against yours, he picked up the pace and goddamn, it was incredible. He rolled his hips into yours in perfect rhythm.

Raspy curses slipped out of his mouth more frequently with every minute. It turned you on even more than you already were. “Fuck! Your pussy feels so good around me, fu-” He cut himself off as he lustfully bent down to ghost your lips softly. You noticed the amount of times that he would kiss at your lips, you noticed just how much he loved doing it. The kisses gifted him with the feeling of being closer to you and it was everything that he had ever desired.

Usually, he wouldn’t kiss anyone whilst he was having sex but for some reason, this time - it was different. He wanted to kiss you and if he hadn’t needed oxygen to keep the both of you alive, then he would have kissed you for a lifetime. But despite his desperation, he gave you breaks so that you could catch your breath.

You loved him so much and you wished that he would have done this with you much earlier, which was ridiculous because it was earlier than allowed already.

Your nails sank into the skin on his back, leaving long red stripes on his perfectly defined muscles and scapulae. You didn’t want to hurt him but you couldn’t control yourself. He moaned deeply as you left these stripes on his back - he could feel every movement that you made, he could sense the pain but he loved it to death.

“Kiss my jawline, my face, just-…kiss me.” Jimin command, moans breaking apart his speech patterns. He wanted you to touch him so that he could concentrate on getting his high and filling you up with his sperm. You whined loudly, grabbing at his face and kissing along his jawline, gifting him with as many butterfly kisses as physically possible. “I’m close, baby.” You felt another high coming as he started to move even faster. The bed creaked underneath you as he literally fucked you into the sheets. His moans were louder, your name leaving his mouth as you felt a dart of warmth getting shot through you. This made you moan too. Jimin’s thrusting got sloppier as he tried to ride out his high completely.

But he wasn’t done yet. He stayed inside you and laid two fingers on your clit, rubbing it quickly. You flinched, he really wanted you to cum on his dick one final time. To support yourself, you grabbed his arms and buried your face into his shoulder as he made you come undone.

His forehead met with yours once again as he started to smile so much that his teeth were visible: it was the most beautiful smile that you had ever seen in your life. He had waited for this day for such a long time and he was so happy that he had finally been able to take you for himself. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, still hovering above you, still connected to you. His words made you feel light-headed and weird in your stomach but you loved it, you loved him, you loved the moment, you just loved everything.

“I- I love you too.” You stuttered shyly as he rolled off of you, taking you in his arms right away. Jimin was sweating so much that it caused you to blush as you stuck to his side. There wasn’t a word in the English language that could describe how you felt right now. You were lying in the arms of the man that you loved, you had your first time with him and you could have jumped up and down in happiness but that would have ruined the moment. You laughed to yourself at the thought. When Jimin looked down at you, he had no idea why you were laughing: he just lay there in satisfaction, not really knowing how to formulate words anymore.

“Jimin? Does this…make you my…uhm boyfriend?” He opened his eyes to look at you. “Well, do you want to keep on having one night stands?” You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest lightly.

“I mean, we did something illegal and when Yoongi finds out…he-he won’t allow it.” You looked up at him with a sad expression drawn across your face, fearing what was to come after you slept with Jimin, the best friend of your brother. “What if he takes you away from me? I-I don’t want that.” Tears filled your eyes so you pressed your body closer to his, kissing his shoulder and burying your face into his chest again.

Jimin laughed to himself, “I wish your brother luck with that because this is not going to happen.” His voice was filled a little with amusement but his facial expression was stern. He hugged you tight, his leg over yours, interlocking your bodies perfectly.

“You are mine alone and he can’t take away something that is completely mine.”

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Friday, Never Hesitate- Reddie Soulmate AU

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Monday, Tuesday

The next day, his mother told him to swallow a new pill. Oblong, slightly pink in color. It was bitter on his tongue, and he didn’t like it. The back pain went away after a couple of days.

But his Mama told him to keep taking them.

He didn’t want to upset her.

Chapter Three- Wednesday

The school bell rang out, releasing all the pressure that had been building up throughout the year. The very beginning of the sweet song of summer. Eddie strode out of his class, side by side with his best friends, laughing and making plans for what to do that day in the Barrens.

Bill’s brother Georgie had been missing for most of the school year.

Eddie and his friends were 13 years old.

They had grown and changed much over the years. Bill shot up like a weed, stumbling over his feet as well as his words now. Stan’s bar mitzvah was coming up later that summer. Richie grew his dark hair longer, and his glasses just got thicker and thicker. They all cussed more, and teased each other more, but they were still close as ever.

Eddie still had no soulmark, even after all those years.

Richie’s was still faded and nearly gone, both boys filled with worry over the fate of Richie and his soulmate.

Everyone worried about the kids that had come up missing that year.

And, so, the boys spent their first afternoon away from school wading around in the murky water of the sewers. Eddie’s skin was already crawling from Stan claiming to identify poison ivy everywhere, and now Richie and Bill stood nearly to their shins in grey water.

“Nuh-uh, that’s grey water.”

“What’s grey water?” Richie asked, stomping around in it, pulling things from the depths.

“It’s basically… piss and shit. Your swimming in the entirety of Derry’s pee right now.”

Richie, ever so eloquently, picked a stick out of the sludge and sniffed it.

“Doesn’t smell like caca to me, senior,” he said, slipping into a dismal attempt at a Voice. Voices were Richie’s specialty, if specialty meant having bad attempts at accents and characters every second of everyday.

But then they found Betty Ripson's shoe, and everything changed. Firstly, came the appearance of Ben Hascom, the “New Kid” that had moved to Derry towards the end of the school year. As they all examined the shoe, he came splashing into the quarry, pursued by Henry Bowers and his gang. He had a nasty cut carved into his gut, and so they all moved back to town to get him bandages.

And, secondly, came Beverly Marsh. The girl from school with a reputation for doing it with guys who didn’t want to wait for their soulmates. The girl who helped them steal bandages from the drugstore with a flick of her fiery hair and the bat of an eyelash. The girl who stole the attention of both Bill and Ben, right in front of Eddie’s eyes.

And, in front of the eyes of everyone, the first of their friends to find their soulmates were Ben and Beverly.

As the five boys all stood together, spitting into the quarry in nothing but their underwear, Bev rode up behind them with her newly shorn hair. And everyone was shocked as he shed her dress and ran, jumping into the water below. They all caught the flash of a red and blue mark, just above her hipbone as she descended from the air.

It wasn’t until they had gotten out of the water, sitting on the rocks to dry themselves, that they noticed. Eddie could hear Ben whispering to the group, pointing to Beverly and then himself. He thought he was pointing at the wide expanse of skin that was Beverly’s stomach, but it was rather the colored patch on her side. Eddie looked and saw that Ben had an identical mark in the same place, all reds and blues.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Richie asked, almost not a whisper.

“I dunno. It doesn’t feel right just springing it on her.”

They all nodded, but Eddie could see melancholy glistening behind Bill’s eyes. The sight of watching someone who you thought you might have liked become someone else’s soulmate must sting worse than any insect.

Eddie thought about that as he walked home from the quarry, nervously rubbing his hands together. A deep sadness sunk into his gut, thinking about how he’d never be able to experience that feeling of joy. Doomed to stay alone in the world forever.

He looked to his left as he walked, knowing that the Neibolt house would be there. It had always had a strange energy, encouraging anyone to come walk up, take a peek at what lay inside. Eddie stood still for a moment, staring at it’s mawing expanse. He could feel his breathing quickening, lungs constricting and throat turning. He reached into the pack at his hip, rummaging for his inhaler, but instead accidentally knocking all his medicines out of the bag.

Shit shit shit, he thought, scrambling to grab every oblong pill from the gravel. He clicked the last compartment on his organizer closed, when he heard a rasping voice behind him.

“Hey Eds, whatcha got there?”

Eddie turned around to see a man, mostly likely homeless, crawl out from under the porch of Neibolt house. As it grew closer, he could see bits of skin peeling from his face, his eyes glassy and teeth a nasty yellow.

It’s a leper, Eddie realized. He’s gonna get me sick.

“I’ve got an offer you can’t refuse. I’ll blow you for a dime, not much to ask.”

Eddie shook his head, shaking his head as he backed away from him.

“How about a dime? Or even for free? I’ll blow you for free.”

“N-no.” Eddie tried to move farther away, but the leper follows him, moving a little faster than before.

“Come on, you’ll be just like me. Who needs soulmates? We can be alone together, you and I. What'd ya say, Eds? Come be just like me.”

Eddie didn’t waste any time before he began running as far as his legs could take him. The labored breathing of the leper behind him spurred him on farther. He looked behind him only once, just in time to see the man turn into a white-faced clown, grinning with sharp teeth.

He didn’t stop running until he was in his room at home. His breathing was constricted, and he inhaled three puffs of his inhaler with no success. And his back. His back itched and burned worse than it had ever before. He peeled his shirt of, bending his elbows back to dig into his back, struggling to breath as sobs wracked his entire body.

He didn’t stop until the skin of his back was raw and blood dried under his fingernails.

Eddie came out of Neibolt house with a broken arm.

He picked at the plaster, running his nails across the stiff material. It was a Wednesday night, and Eddie was left lying on his bed, watching the ceiling fan turn over and over again. He hasn’t been allowed outside of the house since he fell through the floor of that wretched house. Well, unless he was going to the pharmacy to pick up medication.

Eddie traced the black sharpie lines scrawled across his cast, looping the O and swirling the S.

LOSER, it boasted. Written by Greta earlier that day at his latest visit to the drug store.

Eddie felt like a loser in that moment. He desperately missed his friends, but his mother forbade him from seeing them again. He missed Bill’s stutter, and Stan’s anxiousness, and Ben, and Mike, and Bev.

And Richie, he thought.

God, he missed Richie. His best friend who he poked fun of everyday, but still made him laugh. Who could be comforting in moments it was needed, serious in times where it called for. Richie who held his face and told him to look at him as the clown slowly approached the group. Who snapped his arm back into place and helped drag him home. Who would say something clever to make Eddie feel better about his broken arm.

He considered sneaking down to the kitchen and making a phone call. He knew his mother would be fast asleep in her chair, he knew the third stair from the floor squeaked. And so, avoiding any and all noise, he quietly slipped into the kitchen. He very slowly, methodically, rotated to dial in a muscle memory fashion.

The line rang for a moment before there was a click and a voice.

“Hello?”

“Richie, it’s Eddie.”

You could practically hear the smile in his voice.

“Hey, what’s cracking Spaghetti Head?”

“I dunno. I haven’t been allowed out of the house much.”

“Your mother, as lovely as she may be, is a total hack.”

Eddie didn’t grace that statement with a response. He twirled the cord of the phone nervously around his index finger.

“I really miss you guys,” he all but whispered, voice a bit strained.

And then there was a click. Richie had hung up.

Eddie felt anger and hurt grow in his belly, wrapping its tendrils around his airways. He shook his head, slumping up the stairs and back into his room. Back to being alone again. He lied on his back, staring at the ceiling again.

And he stayed like that for a good fifteen minutes, not moving, forcing himself into not being angry. But that’s when he heard a loud thwack against his window. Eddie’s mind instantly thought back to It, laying low in his stupid layer in that stupid house. Carefully, he edged over to peek out at the ground below. And, frankly, he was very surprised at what he saw.

Richie, standing below his window, winding up to throw another dirt clod. Eddie quickly slid up the glass pane, motioning to stop the boy below.

“Stop! You’ll wake up my mom. What are you doing?”

“Being romantic? I dunno. You sounded like you needed some picking up. So here I am.”

Eddie grinned in spite of himself. Richie must have hung up in order to run several blocks over to visit him, in the middle of the night.

“Go around to the back door. I’ll have to sneak you in. My mom’s asleep.”

He dashed away from the window, giddy with happiness. But, in his rush, Eddie forgot about the third step from the floor. It let out a high-pitched whine as his foot made contact, causing his mom to snort awake.

“Edward, you’re supposed to be in bed. What are you doing awake?”

“Uh, I’m just getting some water.”

“Did you take your night medicine.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Yes Mama.”

She nodded, then stood up. Anxiety slipped into Eddie’s veins, pumping through his entire body. His mother walked towards him, placing a meaty hand to his forehead.

“You should really be in bed, you’re beginning to feel warm.”

“Yes Mama.”

“I’ll be in my bed if you get sick in the night.”

Eddie nodded, reluctantly planting a chaste kiss to the cheek she held out to him. He watched her slowly waddle away to her room, and listened for the click of her door before rushing to to retrieve Richie. He sat on the back porch, swirling a finger around in the dirt gathered there.

“Okay, we have to be super quiet. My mom’s in her room, but she’ll come out if she hears any noise.”

Richie nodded, carefully following Eddie’s steps up the stairs and into his room, gently shutting the door behind them. They sat on the edge of Eddie’s bed, the air almost awkward and silent.

“How is everyone else?” Eddie asked carefully, playing with the edge of his cast.

“... Me and Bill got into a big argument after we dropped you off. He’s, uh, not speaking to me right now.”

“What? Why did you fight?”

Richie fiddled, not saying anything. Just touching the tips of his fingers to the tip of his thumb.

“I got upset because we’ve spent this whole summer chasing after this thing. And in Neibolt, we almost died. You almost died…” He doesn’t look at Eddie, look away instead. “He wants to go back in to look for Georgie. Bev is the only one who agreed with him.”

Eddie nodded, shock trickling into his brain.

“Did you go to Stan’s bar mitzvah?” he asked.

“Yeah, I was the only one, though. It was super weird. Lots of Hebrew.”

“That does tend to happen when you’re Jewish, Richie.”

He smiled a little at that, finally meeting Eddie’s eyes.

“I see you got your cast. How does it feel?”

“Itchy. Heavy. I can’t shower like a normal person.”

“That sucks balls, dude. Let me see it.”

Eddie moved his arm over, forgetting about the phrase scrawled there. But Richie saw it, and his eyes grew big.

“Who wrote this?”

“Greta from the pharmacy. She, uh, told me she wanted to sign it.”

Richie grit his teeth, his anger unobvious to most except Eddie. It sang behind his eyes, lashing flames behind deep brown irises.

“Do you have a pen?”

“Yeah? On my desk over there.”

Richie scrambled up from the bed, shuffling through the things on Eddie’s desk until he found a red permanent marker.

“Trashmouth, I swear to God, if you draw a dick on my cast…”

“Shhh, I’m working,” he said, more serious than Eddie had ever seen him. The pink tip of his tongue stuck between his teeth a little as he worked on writing on the cast. Finally he stopped, sitting back with the tips of his ears a little pinker than before. Eddie looked down to see a bright red V hastily scribbled over the S in LOSER. Instead, it read something just a little bit better.

LOVER

“That’s quite a lot better, ay Eddie Spaghetti.”

He wrinkled his nose at the nickname, but gratitude swamped his annoyance.

“Thanks Richie. This… this means a lot.”

They grinned at each other, and for once, Eddie didn’t even notice the itch in his shoulders.

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