#I knew kind of what I wanted but I was imagining a different angle + it was very unclear in my head so . woe shitty bg be upon ye.

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Ok but I think you hit on something in “in the dead of night” about how Spencer leans into his mammalian instincts. Imagine him angry and tense after a rough day and needing that and then talking you through the motions of it and why it makes him feel better because of the science and chemicals behind it all

i absolutely love this!! thank you for requesting:)

also experimenting with a new short and sweet format for blurbs/request! feedback is always appreciated<3

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warnings: fem!reader, very suggestive, d/s dynamics

“I don’t—Spencer—”

Something in your mouth keeps you from finishing the sentence. Namely: your boyfriend’s tongue. You gasp into him as he tugs your jacket off, arching your back against the wall he’s pressed you to so that the fabric can hit the ground with a thick thud.

“Spence, please,” you manage, barely, as his hand cups your jaw and his thumb presses under your chin, encouraging you to angle your head up and make room for his lips. It’s not that you don’t want this—you told him he could be rough with you and you meant it—but you’re slightly overwhelmed by this uncharacteristic display of nearing aggressive passion.

“What, baby?” he breathes, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while his hands snake under your shirt. Focused on the feeling of his hand pressed against your waist, you allow your eyes to flutter shut.

“You’re acting… different.”

A pause—his head drops against your shoulder as he reigns himself in.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No—you don’t need to stop, I just… it might make me feel better if I knew what this was about.”

He sucks in a breath.

“You want to hear about my day?”

The way his fingers trail downward over your skin is so gentle it feels almost dangerous.

“… Yeah.” But you don’t at all sound sure of yourself. A hum from him seems to rattle your skull as he drags his lips up your neck and over your jaw, kissing you with a softness that is almost certainly deceptive.

“You know what, angel? I don’t actually really feel like talking about that right now. Does that tell you—” he bites your lip, and it doesn’t really hurt, but you whine anyway, “what kind of day I had?”

No words are forming for you anymore, so you make do with an airy “mhm.”

The first button at the bottom of your shirt is undone before you even realize he was unbuttoning it.

“Have you ever heard of the ventrolateral ventromedial hypothalamus?” Spencer murmurs, undoing the buttons on your shirt with a practiced expertise that is hard to keep up with—especially when he keeps teasing your lips with his like this. It doesn’t even matter if you’ve heard of that or not; all the information you’ve ever retained is gone from the stores of your brain. If it doesn’t have anything to do with Spencer, it feels deeply unimportant. You shake your head no. “The hypothalamus does a lot. It regulates our appetites, our body temperatures, hormones…”

Why is this so sexy.

“It also has a lot to do with how we express our emotions. And that tiny part of the hypothalamus—the one I just mentioned—it’s where we process two really big feelings.” He undoes the last button, gently pushing your open shirt from your shoulders. “Anger.” Hands creep around your hips, blindly unzipping your skirt. “And arousal.”

Oh!

“In a disregulated brain, that can be a dangerous combination. But,” he tugs the straps of your bra down, “if you understand it, you can use it to your advantage.”

Your breath is bated as you do the work of kicking off your shoes, and he unclasps your bra.

“The human brain is fallible in so many ways. At the end of the day, we’re delicate, and vulnerable, and convoluted—but we’re also pretty simple creatures, motivated by a few basic instincts. Anger and sex are intrinsic to who we are as animals. For most of history, they’ve defined us. And they’re so closely related. Do you follow?”

Your response comes as a gasp when you realize you haven’t been breathing for a long moment now.

“Yes.” Does it matter if you understand? You just want him to touch you.

“Good.” His lowered voice gets even quieter as he continues, brushing hair behind your ear carefully. “You know I would never, ever hurt you, right?”

“I know.”

You don’t remember how all your clothes ended up on the kitchen floor, but they’re certainly not on you anymore as he presses flush against your bare skin.

“I will always take care of you and keep you safe. That being said—sometimes the best thing you can do when you’re having a really big feeling is to follow that basic animal instinct. It’s why sprinting can help when you’re having a panic attack. Your body is in fight or flight and it will relax if you follow the instinct to run.”

Spencer’s fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear.

“I’ve been having some of those really big feelings today. Do you know what’s going to make me feel better?”

You whimper. Fabric slips past your hips and falls to the ground as Spencer begins closing the small distance between your mouths—but not before uttering a word that has your heart racing.

“You.”

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 3

Grass Talks (Literally)

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: Soft, lowkey ooc Bakugou but thats bc I imagine him to be a lot more mellow as an adult. Little bit of a serious talk, but nothing crazy. Readers quirk is also mentioned

Word Count: 1k

previous chapter

The date had been going well so far, and the sun was even beginning to set since now it was almost 7:00 pm.

You two were currently lying on your backs together, looking up at the sky filled with clouds, stomachs full of yummy food.

"That one looks like a giraffe, or something else with a long neck." You said point up at a cloud.

Bakugou hummed, "Nah, I think it's a flower or something. Don't you see the stem? And there's even petals around it."

Tilting your head at a different angle, you tried to see what he saw.

"I don't see it! I thought I would, since I'm used to seeing flowers all the time..." You said while still looking up in wonder.

Bakugou sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, "That's right. You're a florist ain't you? What made you wanna do that?"

You stayed lying down and answered him, "Yeah, I've been a florist for a few years now. I chose it because of my quirk."

"What is your quirk anyways? Is it something with plants and all that crap?"

"Yep. I can talk to plants, so taking care of them is much easier and I love being able to help others that are struggling with their own plants."

Bakugou rubbed his hand along the grass, "So me doing this... is it hurting the grass?"

You closed your eyes and listened, hearing the grass ask what it was that was rubbing all over them.

"It's not hurting them, but they can feel it."

He pulled his hand away. "What about walking on the grass. Does that hurt 'em?"

"Sometimes it can. If you're walking normally, then no. But if you're stomping all over them, then yes it does hurt them." You said, finally sitting up and facing him.

You leaned over and ran your hand along the top of the grass very lightly, hearing the voice of the grass sigh at the feeling. You learned early on after developing your quirk that most plants actually enjoy being pet, if you can call it that.

"They like it when you do this to them. Just make sure you do it really gently." You said while showing him how to pet the grass.

He followed your directions with a grunt and did the same motion as you.

You laughed lightly, "Petting grass is kind of silly now that I think about it. I guess it's different since I know that the grass likes it."

He shook his head and pulled his hand away, "It's not. I think it's interesting. I have some plants at home, now I'm wonderin' if they're happy with me."

You giggled at that, "I'm sure they are. But thank you. I always felt like my quirk wasn't super useful since I couldn't be a hero, y'know?"

"You don't gotta be a hero to have a useful quirk. Everyone can find a way to use their quirk, trust me."

You smiled softly, "You know what, you're really sweet. You don't portray yourself like that on the media at all."

"I ain't sweet." He said looking away shyly.

"If you say soooo." You cooed.

He smirked lightly and looked at you, "Thanks for uh, being genuine by the way."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be genuine?"

"I mean like, almost everyone I've met just wants to be with me because I'm a hero. It just makes dating a lot harder, I guess."

You frowned at his words. You knew there were people who were out for money, but to play with someone's feelings like that? That was just heartless. You knew Bakugou was a grown man and fully capable of handling himself, but you couldn't help but feel bad.

You place on of your hands on top of his and said, "I understand what you mean, and I want to let you know that I don't have any bad intentions at all."

"I won't lie and say I'm not a fan of you as a hero," You continued, "but right now I'm getting to know you as Bakugou. So I hope you'll continue to allow me to."

Bakugou genuinely smiled. No smirk, or sly remark following it. Just a smile.

"Thanks. That means more than you know. But on that same topic, I also wanted to talk to you about a boundary I have if we're going to continue seeing each other." He said seriously.

You nodded your head and listened attentively.

"Because of my line of work, I just ask that you be honest with me about things. I fuckin' hate liars in general, but I really need you to understand that I can't have someone around if they're gonna be keepin' secrets and shit." He said frowning, almost as if he was thinking of a particular person when speaking about liars.

You nodded and smiled. "I promise, I'll be completely honest with you. I really wanna keep seeing you and if that's all it takes then I'm willing to do it."

He grunted. "Good. Let's clean up now, I'll take you home."

Just as you were about to start cleaning up, your phone went off. You picked it up quickly and saw that it was an email, a notification from the site you write fan fiction on.

You bit your lip and thought about what Bakugou just said. Deciding to ignore the notification, you just continued to clean up.

...

After Bakugou had dropped you off back at home, you quickly changed into your pajamas and got comfortable.

You said goodnight to Cheerios and your plants, who said goodnight back.

When you got in bed, you looked through your emails and at the notifications from HeroFiction.com that you had received earlier.

You began to think about Bakugou's words again.

"I fuckin' hate liars."

You shook your head and tried to rid away any negative thoughts you had. This secret wasn't that big of a deal, and it was probably for the better that he didn't know.

Keeping one secret wouldn't hurt, right?

authors note

i had fun writing this chapter :) i hope you liked it! i also hope you liked softer bakugou here, hehe.

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A New Kind of Fear

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.

Warnings: canon typical action/danger, reader has a stalker but doesn't know, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

A/N: This premise is kind of similar to the one in Worried for You but hopefully this is okay! I really liked the stalker idea and approaching the story with a focus on Deacon and his emotions!

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Everyone told you that marrying a SWAT officer would not be easy. Deacon himself told you the same thing. But he has watched you take every bump, bruise, and bullet in stride. Of course, you worry about him, but you support him, which makes you perfect for him. He lives a dangerous life at work, so when he comes home to you, he gets a chance to relax, breathe, and be with someone who loves him no matter how many scars he has or gives. When things get tough in the field, Deacon imagines you safe at home, ready to pull him into your arms and hold him together.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Narcotics will be ready to come in after we clear the house,” Hondo explains. “The house has two entrances, one front and one back, so we’ll have two breach teams. Front entry has a security gate, so we’ll pull it off with Black Betty then make entry at the same time. Get the house empty so narc can do their thing. Any questions?”

“When do we leave?” Luca jokes.

The breach goes well, and there’s only one suspect in the house. Street disarms the suspect and gets him outside as the entry teams finish clearing the house.

“Left side clear,” Tan calls.

“Kitchen clear,” Luca adds.

Hondo prepares to open the last door, examining the room quickly before lowering his gun. “Deacon,” he says, far too intense for anyone’s liking.

Deacon can tell by his stiff posture and the tone of his voice that something is wrong. He’s expecting drug mules or a false wall, but those would have been far better.

With wide eyes, Deacon steps into the room with Hondo close behind him.

“Narcotics is coming in,” Luca says as he approaches the door. “Whoa.”

The room is covered in pictures. All different places, different times, different days, different angles, some close, some far, but each features the same subject. You, Deacon Kay’s wife. Thousands of pictures of you are taped to the walls of the small bedroom. What bothers Deacon the most is that he isn’t in a single picture, which means whoever held the camera knew to avoid him.

“Was he in here?” Deacon asks Street.

 “No, our guy was in the living room,” Street answers nervously.

“I’m going to kill him,” Deacon seethes.

“Deacon,” Hondo begins.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Hondo,” he snaps. “That is my wife all over this lunatic’s wall. He’s been within feet of her, and I didn’t know!”

Deacon’s shoulders heave as he breathes, looking around the room with his hand on his gun.

“Deacon, we’ll find this guy. But narcotics needs to get in here,” Hondo says gently.

Deacon nods, pushing between Luca and Tan to return to Black Betty. His anger dissipates with each step. Now, he’s scared. Deacon Kay is a man who has grown unfamiliar with the sensation of fear. He desperately wants to go home, to stay glued to your side while someone else hunts this guy down and puts him in a hole where he’ll never see the light of day again. But the anger flares, and he wants to be the one to lead him to the darkness. As his emotions wage war within him, Deacon has to decide to tell you or to let you keep living until it’s over.

“He’s not okay,” Street points out.

“Imagine if it was your wife,” Luca replies. “He’s mad at himself is my guess.”

“Why?” Tan asks.

“Because he didn’t know,” Hondo answers as he walks by. “But we have to find this guy before Deacon decides to go after him alone."

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon makes the hard decision not to tell you. He tries to convince himself it’s so that you don’t get scared, but he is dealing with enough fear for both of you. Sitting in the locker room for privacy, Deacon dials your number and waits to hear your voice. He has to force the idea of someone watching you out of his mind.

“Hey,” you answer. “I was starting to think you’d be at work all night.”

“Uh, yeah, about that. I actually do have to stay and probably won’t be home until tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

You hum before asking, “Is everything okay?”

He wants to tell you, but he’s terrified that if you know and it makes you act different, the stalker may find out that Deacon knows and go for you.

“Everything’s fine, just working with narcotics on a difficult case.” It’s not entirely a lie, at least.

“Alright, stay safe. I love you.”

Deacon closes his eyes and pictures your face, smile, hugs, and everything he can remember about you. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m holding you to that, Kay.”

The line beeps, and Deacon sees the room of pictures again. His anger swells, and he has to do something, or the emotions will eat him alive. He changes into gym clothes and walks to one of the punching bags. His knuckles are pink and beginning to crack after a few minutes of intense anger management. Something in him wants to cry, but he forces it down, preferring to stick with the emotion that makes revenge seem so appealing.

“Deac,” Hondo calls. “We need to talk.”

Deacon begins punching again. “Then talk,” he says between an uppercut and a cross.

“You need to go home.”

“Not happening. Not tonight.”

“She can help.”

Deacon freezes, his hands in the guarding position as he turns to face Hondo. His hands drop to his sides as he cocks his head to the right.

“What?”

“She can help,” Hondo repeats slowly.

“How? You think she knows she’s being stalked and didn’t tell me?”

 “Not like that, Deac. You need help in something that she’s an expert in.”

“Which is?” Deacon presses, his patience already worn thin.

“Dealing with fear and worry. Being scared and desperate for answers that aren’t available to you right now. She’s a cop’s wife, Deac, she understands what you’re going through more than anyone else ever could.”

“It’s not the same, Hondo.”

“She sits at home, worried that you’re never coming home, so she calls the station. And you know what they tell her? Nothing; they say they don’t have information right now. Which is exactly the situation you’re in.”

“Someone has been watching my wife and I didn’t know, Hondo. I want to kill him, but I also want to see him rot in jail. He’s been within feet of my wife, and we don’t even know what he looks like. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work.”

“I get it, you’re scared, you’re-“

“Pissed?”

Hondo raises a hand to stop Deacon. “The emotions don’t help us if you take them out here, Deac. So, if you want to do something, find something for us to do. Don’t sit here in your own anger until something worse happens.”

Deacon looks down at his bruising knuckles and nods. “You’re right. I’ll see what I can find.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“The entire house is barricaded. Doors, windows, vents. This was meant to be in impenetrable fortress,” Deacon says. “But it’s not. There’s a weak spot. Right here, this red spot on the blueprint is a corner that hasn’t been reinforced. As far as we know, at least.”

“So, a single pull?” someone asks.

“Technically yes. But we’re going to try to distract him and do a triple pull. If we get lucky and one of the other pulls gets us in, we’ll make entry. But the plan is to send alpha team into this pull and get our guy.”

“Weapons?”

“None confirmed, no registered guns, but we don’t know, so operate under the assumption of yes.”

As the room clears and officers prepare to complete the breach operation and bring in a suspect, Hondo stops Deacon.

“Are you up for this?”

Deacon nods as he answers, “I won’t lie, I’m still angry and I’m a little scared about what we’ll find, but I need to be there Hondo.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. If you want to rough him up a little, I won’t see anything.”

“If I could get away with it,” Deacon says, trailing off.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon is scared, angry, anxious, and confused, but also merciful and a good SWAT officer. When the window is pulled from the wall, bringing several stud posts down, Deacon leads the team into the house, clearing each room until they reach the living room. The man kneels in the middle of the room, his hands up in surrender.

“LAPD SWAT,” Deacon announces.

“I surrender.”

An officer reads him his rights as he’s handcuffed, staring directly ahead.

“Do you know who this woman is?” Hondo asks, showing him a picture.

The man glances at Deacon, which is all the answer he needs. Deacon hoists him to his feet, pushing him into the hallway and toward the front door. He pulls to the side slightly, steering the man into a corner.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, let’s watch those corners on the way through,” he says.

Deacon pushes the man into the back of a cruiser, glad he’s off the street but disappointed in the lack of immediate answers.

“Leverage,” the man whispers. “He wanted leverage. We were never gonna hurt her or nothing.”

“Leverage for what?” Deacon asks, bending into the open door. “And who is we, who are you working with?”

“Working for. He’ll kill me if I tell.”

“We can protect you if you tell us what you know and tell a jury what you know.”

The man whispers a name, and Deacon nods once before closing the door.

“We got one more,” he tells Hondo.

✯✯✯✯✯

“It’s political?” the DA clarifies.

“We all know that gentrification mumbo jumbo was a load of absolutely nothin’ meant to butter us up before the next election.”

“And what did the images have to do with this?”

“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Kay. Pretty lady. We needed her husband on our side or it would never work.”

“How long have you been stalking her?”

“’Bout nine months. Needed lots of leverage before a big voting year like this.”

“Why so many photos?”

“Like I said, lots of leverage.”

“Were you working with anyone else?”

“We’re a two-man show.”

“Last question for now. Did you ever intend to harm the woman in the photographs?”

“Not if everything went according to plan.”

Hondo lays a hand on Deacon’s shoulder as they watch through the two-way glass.

“I need to go home,” Deacon mutters.

“Good idea, man. Take a few days if you need to. But we got him so you can both rest easy tonight.”

“Should I tell her?”

“That, brother, is up to you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You hear Deacon’s car and run to the front door, opening it with a big smile. Deacon pulls you against him, hugging you tightly as he closes the door.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer as he sits with you in his arms.

“For what?”

“Worrying you all the time. Not realizing just how many emotions are involved with seeing someone you love in danger and not having answers,” Deacon lists off.

You pull back quickly, your wide eyes searching Deacon’s deep brown ones. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

Deacon nods, his hands wandering around your waist and back. “Someone- uh, we raided a house with narcotics yesterday and found a room full of pictures.”

“A stalker?”

“Yeah, but the pictures were of you,” Deacon adds quietly.

“Oh,” you reply, pressing your hands gently against Deacon’s shoulders. “And what happened?”

“I got so mad and scared and anxious that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to kill the guy but I also wanted to come home and never leave your side. It was confusing and there were no answers. Hondo talked to me last night and pointed out that’s exactly what you deal with all the time.”

You nod, encouraging Deacon to continue.

“We found the guy who took the pictures and the guy he was working for. It was a political scheme to get me to back their position.”

“And they were going to hurt me if you didn’t,” you deduce.

Deacon nods, pulling you closer again.

“Deac, I know how scary it can be to not know, and how easy it is to get angry when someone hurts or threatens to hurt the people closest to you. I’m not mad at you for not coming home, but I need you to talk to me about this stuff. I love you, Deac, and I’m here for you, stalker or not.”

“Too soon,” Deacon says, chuckling despite himself.

You push your fingers through his hair and lean your forehead against his. “Did you rough him up?”

“Pushed him into a corner.”

You smile knowingly and kiss him quickly. “Thank you, Deacon.”

“I love you,” he says, gripping your waist as he tips you back to kiss you.

“I love you,” you reply, meeting him halfway.

[peppermint-toads]

i neeeed jealous Carmy smut with an equally intense reader

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 i decided to combine these two because duh 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 carmen berzatto and female reader, smut, jealousy, sad reader, carmen has feelings, 1.7k

The day had been boring. It was raining, cold, and a bank holiday. Even Richie was in a sour mood, not cracking jokes and busting your balls like usual. 

You mindlessly wiped down the counter with a sopping towel, leaving behind streaky water marks in your wake. As you were about to drop the towel back into the little red bucket on the floor, somebody caught your eye. 

He had dirty blonde, curly hair that kind of looked like Carmen’s. You remembered him, barely, from your algebra class in high school. He looked a lot different now, a lot taller, his limbs were crammed into the booth he sat in. 

Technically, it wasn’t your job to wait tables; you were only responsible for ringing in the order and shoving the greasy food over the counter. But something carried you away from the register and over to his table. 

Just a friendly hello, that’s all you wanted. Confirmation that it was him. Nothing more. 

“Can I get you anything else? More water?” You asked with a bright-eyed, charming smile, allowing him a few seconds to take in your face, see if his memory served like yours did.

You waited for the moment of realization to sweep over his features. His eyes lit up and a small smile curled his lips, and he beamed as he recognized you. 

“Y/n? That you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pinching your brows together, though, to look confused. “How do you know me?”

Coy, coy, coy.

“Oh, uhhh, we had algebra together senior year. We were lab partners.”

“Right!” You acted surprised. “You're Matthew, aren’t you?”

He shook his head in disbelief as he recalled further, an air of pure nostalgia clouding the two of you into a foggy bubble. “That’s right, it was so long ago I forgot! You went out with that Brent guy, I never got the chance to make a move on you.”

You felt your face heat up. 

“I always flirted with you, you know?” His green eyes were getting a little too intense, a little too pretty. Your stomach sank as you thought about Carmy who had to have been only a handful of feet away. 

“I was too busy staring at Mrs. Johnston’s hairy mole to notice.”

The two of you were lost in a fit of snorty giggles, so lost, in fact, you barely noticed Carmen sneaking out of the kitchen and staring at you from behind. 

Carmen had been so abruptly lured from the kitchen by laughter, your laughter intermingled with another deeper tone.

He watched as you placed both of your hands flat on the table, leaning down closer to the man. He couldn’t see, but he was sure your v-neck shirt wasn’t leaving much to the imagination from that angle. 

He smacked his spoon on his open palm, harder and harder the longer he watched the interaction unfold. He reached his limit when Matthew reached up to rub the end of your shorts between his thumb and pointer finger, glancing up at you with I’m absolutely dying to fuck you eyes. 

He’d taken it too far when he touched you like that, and you let out a nervous breath, about to tell him you should get back to work as the guilt really sunk in. 

Carmen had never really understood jealousy until that moment, until his hand grazed your thigh. You'd never given him reason to feel threatened. He didn’t quite understand why his throat burned the way it did, or why his teeth clenched the way they did. 

Before he knew it, he was approaching the two of you, greeting your ‘friend’ by grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him out of the booth. He stumbled to his feet, shouting a “What the fuck, man!” But Carmy was pulling him close to his face, almost spitting in his face. 

“Get the fuck out, alright?” 

His tone was low, but effective, because Matthew was running towards the door. 

“And don’t fucking come back!”

You stood there uselessly, mouth agape and sputtering, probably catching flies. Carmen stood there with you, running his hand over his mouth and down his chin, then letting it drop by his side. 

And Richie whistled, finally perking up at exactly the wrong time. He raised his eyebrows and glanced around at the entire staff as if he were asking you guys seeing this shit?

“Fuck, Carmen! He didn’t even fucking do anything!” 

“Really?” He gaped. “He had his hand up your goddamn shorts?”

“What do you care anyway, huh?”

He just stared at you, jaw still clenched tight. 

Suddenly feeling very aware of your coworkers eyes boring holes into your skull, you rubbed your arm and looked down at your non-slip shoes. “I’m going home, Carmy. Go fuck yourself.” 

“Your shift isn’t over for another four hours!” 

Too late. You were already out the door, getting soaked in the downpour. The train ride home was long, wet, uncomfortable. 

You were entirely ready to sulk in your apartment by yourself, showered, fed, in your pajamas. You pulled your comforter over your head, willing yourself to stop thinking about Carmen, to just go to sleep. But you couldn’t stop counting down the hours, minutes until Carmy would be closing the restaurant and starting his commute home, silently expecting him to show up at your door. 

And he did. 

Banging on your door with a closed fist, Carmen stood outside of your apartment. 

You flung back the covers, shoving your feet in your slippers and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. 

You let him in. You didn’t even have to think about it. 

He pushed past you, pacing in your tiny foyer before grabbing your face and shoving his lips onto yours. You hummed, temporarily relieved to feel his soft, soft lips pressed onto yours so perfectly. But then you were shoving him off of you, so hard he almost hit the opposite side of the hallway. 

“Are we gonna talk about today?” You asked, trying to conceal how breathless you were from just one kiss. 

“He was being an asshole.” 

“He was just flirting with me, Carmen. You’re not my boyfriend. You said it yourself.”

And he had told you that, told you that the restaurant was his priority, not you. He remembered the day he’d said that to you, and how closed off you were the rest of the day. He thought he maybe saw you crying.

“Is that what this is? Are you trying to get back at me, or something?”

Your tone quickly turned defensive, but the more you thought about it the truer it sounded.

“Fuck–Maybe! Maybe you made me feel like shit, Carmen! Maybe you made me feel like I’m just here so you can get your dick wet!” 

He couldn’t even begin to synthesize his thoughts and put them into words, that wasn’t something he was good at, ever. He decided he could only try and show you. 

His lips were back on yours in a frenzy and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to push him off or crumble under his touch like you always did. You let him shove your back into the wall, his hands shakily pulling off your t-shirt. 

It was his t-shirt, but for once he wasn’t going to be an asshole and bring it up.

The entire thing was rushed and frantic. You weren’t even sure how you ended up in your bed with your legs wrapped around his hips, him shoving his cock into you greedily, like he couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. 

The groans he let out, that you swallowed right up because his mouth was so, so close to yours, were steady and deep and made your stomach flutter.

“You feel so good.” He whispered, kissing right where your ear connected with your face. “Fuck I—I wanted to tear him apart. Hated seeing you with him.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all you could say as you searched his eyes, only finding hurt behind them. 

His hand smoothed up your thigh, grazing the spot where your old friend’s had hours earlier and you felt like crying. You felt like telling him you loved him. 

You bit your tongue, turning so you didn’t have to look at him anymore. He dropped his head into the crook joining your shoulder and neck, hot breaths tickling your skin. You felt his curls on your collarbone and you couldn’t help the sob that got stuck in your throat. 

Carmen pushed himself up on one arm, using the other to push your hair back from your face and kiss your forehead. 

Soon he was shuddering as he came inside of you. His head drooped between his shoulder blades and he stared down at your heaving chest. 

He pulled out, resting his back against the pillows. When you didn’t move, he hauled you up the bed himself, tucking you under his arm. 

A tear rolled down your cheek and onto his bare skin, and you smiled sadly. The warm pad of his thumb swiped it away. 

Maybe you were crying in anticipation, expecting him to leave again, maybe you were crying because of how much you loved him. 

You felt him sigh, your head sinking and rising with his breaths. 

“I didn’t know what to do today.”

You glanced up at him through wet lashes. 

“When I saw him touching you.”

You looked away from him again. 

“Tell me—” you paused. “—tell me what we are.” 

You didn’t want to tell him, and never would, but you were so tired of the back and forth. 

“I don’t know.”

He felt more of your tears on his skin. 

“All I know is, when I saw you with him I knew I didn’t want to see you like that ever again.”

[fallenangelkitten]

Skin Deep

Synopsis: You’re much more attracted to your tattoo artist, Sy, than you expect to be. His little words of praise as he marks you with his work only fuels your desire.

Warnings: praise kink, TattooArtist!Sy, needles, tattoos, sexual tension

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

Your hands felt shaky and your heart was racing. Your fingers toyed at the bag hanging from your shoulder as you tapped your foot against the lobby floor. You’d had the appointment scheduled for months now, waiting and waiting, but only anxiety bubbled over your previous excitement.

It would be your first tattoo, one you had wanted for quite some time now. And though you knew the pain was only temporary, it was all your mind could focus on. The thought of a needle piercing your skin so quickly, so deeply? You shuttered in the chair you sat in.

All of the consultations prior to the appointment had been over video chat, and the artist seemed nice enough. He was a burly man, the kind you would imagine chopping wood, not tattooing. But with his five star reviews, looks were deceiving.

“(Y/N)?”

And were they ever.

The man from the screen stood before you, his deep draw echoing in your ears. Sy looked even bigger in person- stronger than you took him for. Though a well kept beard shielded parts of his face, you noticed how handsome he was.

He cleared his throat.

Dear god, you were gawking at the man.

You jerked to your feet. “Yes! Yes, that’s me.”

If the blush that grazed your cheeks wasn’t bad enough, his chuckle only deepened it. You would kick yourself for it later.

It was no time before the stencil was placed, his thick fingers working against your thigh to ensure it’s transfer. You’re leg twitched as a shiver jumped down your spine.

“Hold still, darlin’. We’re not even dealing with the needles yet,” he chucked again, a smirk tugging on his lips.

If only he knew it was as the contact on his skin on yours and not your nerves.

“Okay, I’m going to do a stroke of the outline to let you get a feel for it,” he informed. The pain was there, but not unbearable. You released a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. “Not so bad, hmm?”

He looked up from where he sat beside you. You were on an elevated chair that allowed him the best angle; one that got him so close to your hips- to what’s between them.

“Good girl,” he mumbled. But you heard it, and it took everything in you not to clench your thighs together and accidentally ruin his work.

As the session continued, he kept his eyes focused on his job. On your thigh. But the comments kept coming.

“That’s it.”

“You’re doing so well for me, sugarcane.”

And so so many times he’d say “Good Girl” when he noticed you wince but not flinch.

Did he know what he was doing to you? You couldn’t help but wonder if it was a way of distracting you from the pain. Or was it just his way of speaking? You couldn’t be sure.

Your mind began to drift; what if he said those words to you in… different circumstances? With his hand that held the skin taught on your leg holding you to keep you from squirming. That beard of his tickling the other side of your thigh while he-

“Well, that ought to do it,” he interrupted, wiping a cloth over his finished work. You pried your lip out from between your teeth. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“N-No,” your own voice sounded foreign to your ears.

That smirk formed against his lips once more, a smokiness flooding his gaze. “Good girl.”

[forever-rogue]

Reader is new to Hawkins high but she immediately grabs Eddie's attention..she is always fully rainbow and colorful, pink hair, but she hasn't made any friends yet. So instead of sitting at a table she just chills by herself along the walls of the cafeteria, writing to herself or sometimes dancing like nobody can see her. But one day Jason and his friends start laughing at her which already annoys Eddie but she isn't paying attention, but then Jason comes and takes her notebook which turns out to be a song book and after making fun of her in front of everyone she decides to perform one of her songs putting him on blast! (I recommend "Weapons" by Ava Max)

AN | I changed the prompt just a little bit but I hope you still enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Injury [mentions of blood]

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie had noticed you from the moment you'd arrived at Hawkins High.

Of course he did. He couldn’t have ignored you if he tried. Brightly colored hair and clothes, so outside of the norm in Hawkins but so much more like him. Different. He liked everything he could see about you, from your style to your face (those eyes and that smile? yeah - he was a goner) to how kind you appeared to be, despite how rude others were. 

But - but - just because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, didn’t mean that he actually worked up the courage to talk to you. No, that was a whole other level of confidence that he didn’t quite possess just yet. Instead, he opted to study and observe you from a comfortable distance. 

He wouldn’t quite call it a crush or an infatuation, Eddie Munson was just…curious. Curious about the new girl that had effortlessly captured his attention. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If anyone knew how hard it was to fit in, it was Eddie. He’d been a social outcast and pariah since he was in middle school and decided that he didn’t want to be like everyone else. Sheep, he’d called them. He didn’t want to be a sheep. 

The good thing that came out of being different was that the friends he’d found were just as different and unique as him. What more could he have asked for? 

You appeared to be in a similar situation, unfortunately it didn’t seem that you had any friends - at least not any at Hawkins High School. He liked to imagine that you had plenty of friends out in the real world, away from this hell hole. 

But still it didn’t help to make him less sad about your current, daily situation. He thought so often about coming to you and approaching you, and he ultimately decided that one day he would. He just had to work up the courage. 

And…somehow he managed to do it, not that much later. 

It was a sunny and breezy temperate spring afternoon when he found you sitting outside during lunch. You leaned up against one of the buildings, your brown lunch bag next to you and your book in hand. From the angle you were holding it, he couldn’t read the cover, but he decided that it probably was something good. 

He walked over to you, trying to be as discrete and normal as possible. To anyone else, Dustin would insist later, he looked extremely suspicious and anxious. Yeah, you made him nervous, but in ways he didn’t quite mind.

“H-hey,” he smiled and held his hand up in a meek wave when he was standing in front of you. You looked up, blinking at the bright sunlight and the boy standing in front of you. Your nerves shot up as you watched him, unsure of his sudden presence, “I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“I know,” you hoped you didn’t sound like too much of a bitch as you narrowed your eyes at him, offering your own name in return, “did you need something?”

“N-no,” his voice cracked and he wanted to sink into a hole and perish. But at least the look in your eyes wasn’t hateful or mean, “I just wanted to say hi. So…hi.”

“Hi,” you repeated, your worry and nerves slowly dissipating into amusement, “it’s nice to meet you properly Eddie. I’ve seen you around.”

“Y-yeah?” he must have been dreaming. You had noticed him, just as he had noticed. He almost cringed when he hoped your impression hadn’t been too bad, “I, umm, well I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to hang out with me and my friends or sit at our table, that’s totally okay. You know, throwing it out there just in case. Not that I think you need anyone or anything but I…I’m going to stop rambling.”

“I know what you mean, Eddie,” you promised softly, “it’s hard being the new kid, especially as a senior, so I appreciate the kindness. Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime.”

“Great, yeah…cool,” he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly as his fingers tangled in his curls, “well, umm, I’ll get going. But I’ll see you around?”

“See you around,” you promised sweetly and fuck, your smile made his knees absolutely weak.

He turned to walk away, a bit of a spring and pep to his step. But before he got too far, he quickly turned back to you, “I really like your hair!”

With pink cheeks and soft eyes, he turned around and almost ran off towards his friends. You watched him go with a bemused expression on your face; Eddie Munson wasn’t too bad at all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You didn’t end up taking Eddie up on his offer. Not fully anyway, convinced of your own belief that you weren’t worthy of his time and would eventually just bore him. Instead it was a string of stolen moments and run-ins that left your face warm and butterflies in your tummy.

Sometimes it was in the morning when you’d both arrive at your lockers and spent a few minutes catched up. Other times it would be a shy hello in between classes. A quick conversation after school on the way to your cars. From the bits and pieces you learned about him, you knew that you liked Eddie. He was kind, funny, a metalhead and a huge nerd, basically…totally your type. But you’d never push your luck that far. Instead you kept up just enough of a wall to consider him a friend but nothing more. 

The rest of the student body…wasn’t as easily convinced that you were okay. Most of them avoided you like the plague and left you to your own devices, but a few were not so kind or considerate. And, naturally, it was exactly the people you’d have expected to be jerks that were. It was almost too obvious - didn’t these types of people ever think of new material?

For the most part you were able to avoid and ignore the few rude jocks, but sometimes it was not as easy. Especially not when people were in your face and being absolute dicks for no reason. The worst being Jason Carver and his group of cronies; they really were the worst, you know?

You did nothing to annoy them or be rude to them or even be in their way. You pointedly made an effort not to be anywhere around them but that wasn’t good enough for them. 

If you were sitting outside and reading or doing some homework, one of them would walk by and make a rude comment about your choice of clothing or your hair. If you were in the cafeteria, eating lunch by yourself one of them would walk by and make rude sounds or comments about what you were eating. In class, they whisper and snicker about you whenever they could do so without being caught. 

They did everything to try and bring you or make you feel bad; but you handled it with grace. There was no point in getting down to their level - the way they treated you was a reflection of their own issues and insecurities. And on top of all that, you’d be out of that horrible school and hopefully town within a year. You could survive that.

Apparently that was not good enough for them - they wanted to get some sort of reaction from you and were willing to do almost anything to get that. Normally you could have played it but eventually you’d reached your breaking point as well. What was that old expression? Action-reaction - for every action there is an equal reaction in response.

It was another sunny day that found you sitting in the grass, under the shade of an old oak tree as you finished up some class work. You had your walkman with you, headphones on and music playing just loudly enough to block out most of the noise from the outside world. 

You didn’t hear anyone come up; if it hadn’t been for the shadows looming in front of you, you probably wouldn’t have noticed anything. Once you pulled off the headphones and looked up, you were startled when you met Jason Carver’s sneering expression. 

“Hey freak,” you sighed internally; didn’t he have anything knew to come up with? He crouched down so he was eye level with you and you hated the look in his cold blue eyes, “all alone again?”

“Can I help you with anything, Jason?” you tried to keep your voice level but you couldn’t hide the slight nervous edge to your voice. 

“Like I would ever want anything from you,” he grabbed your chin in his hand causing you to stiffen up as he appraised you, “so pathetic. You know, you could almost be pretty under all that ridiculous makeup and hair. There’s only one thing girls like you are helpful for so I guess you could help me out-”

“Stop,” you tried to push his hand away from you but that only seemed to make him more angry, “please just leave me alone. I don’t know what I did to you or what you think being a dick to me will get you, but just go away. I haven’t done anything to you.”

“Stupid bitch,” he shook his head before laughing cruelly and pushing your face away, “I don’t want anything from you and you haven’t done anything to me except exist. And honestly, I really don’t like you, so.’

“So…” before you could say anything else, he grabbed the worn and well loved journal. Your heart dropped into your stomach when he snatched it out of your reach, "give that back!"

"No, I don't think I will," there was a wicked smile on his face and it made your skin crawl, "you're always scribbling in this - what could be so interesting about this?"

“Nothing,” you were lying but he didn’t need to know about that. It happened to be your most personal confidant and friend at times, and contained all of your innermost thoughts, secrets, and things you’d written such as poetry and songs. It wasn’t that anything was terribly embarrassing - maybe the stuff you’d written about Eddie beingyour crush - but it was the fact that it was so personal. The nerve this boy had, “but it belongs to me. Now please give it back to me.”

“Why would I-”

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” your savior, not that you believed you needed one, came in the form of one Eddie Munson, stalking over with a fuming expression, “or pick on someone more your speed.”

“Cute,” he looked between the two of you, “the freaks have each other. Defending your little girlfriend, Munson? How precious.”

“You know what would be really precious?” Eddie’s voice was low and dangerous as Jason stood up to his full height. You thought about just slinking away, but you weren’t going to leave Eddie alone to fight your battles for you, “you with a broken nose and blood face.”

“You think you’re so fucking f-”

Eddie’s fist collided with Jason’s face before you knew it, a loud crunch sound reaching your ears. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Jason stumble back and clutched at his face, whimpering in pain. You didn’t necessarily condone violence, but it was still funny to see him panic. Eddie’s first was throbbing but it was worth it to him, “I was right! A messed up face really does suit you!”

“I can’t believe you did this!” he sounded muffled from behind his hand, “you’re going to be in so much trouble - both of you! Take your stupid notebook back!”

He tossed the journal on the ground and you let out a sigh of relief at the fact that you got it back. You scrambled to grab it and stuffed it in your backpack, zipping it tightly shut. Jason had run away, cursing and muttering under his breath as the two of you stood there in shock. 

“Umm,” you stood up and turned to the curly haired boy, exchanging a surprised look, “t-thank you, Eddie. I didn’t expect….any of that.”

“Me neither,” he admitted sheepishly, “I’ve never actually punched anyone before. That shit…felt great. And hurt.”

“Oh,” you looked at his hand and saw that it was already bruising and bloody, “are you okay? Can I do anything to help?”

“No,” he insisted with a small smile, “the real question is, are you okay? I was coming to talk to you but saw him and figured that wasn’t a good sign.”

“He usually leaves me alone but today was just…different.” you shrugged lightly, “I don’t engage him normally and he leaves but something must have happened to make him even worse.”

“He’s a piece of shit,” he stated as you nodded in agreement, “he shouldn’t treat anyone like that. Maybe he’ll learn. At least for now.”

“I do so,” you smiled softly, “he, ugh, he stole my journal. It’s really special to me and I’m glad he didn’t get a chance to take it.”

“Seriously,” he too was curious as to what was in your journal but wouldn’t ever even dream of taking it or even asking if he could see it, “he’s just a jerk but hopefully he’ll leave you alone now.”

“I’m sure he will,” you agreed softly, “is, umm, that offer to hang out with you and friends still open?” 

“O-of course, always,” he grinned eagerly, “that’s actually what I was coming over to ask. No pressure, but if you’re wanting to.”

“Definitely,” you reached for your backpack and swung it over your shoulder, “hey, I hear that you’re in a band?”

“I am,” he was trying not to seemed too eager but inside he was practically jumping up and down, “just you know, a little side thing but yeah.”

“I’m actually a bit of a songwriter on the side,” you gently nudged him with your elbow, “that’s what a lot of my journal is - songs. I’d love to show you some of them sometime and pick your brain.”

“Totally,” his heart was practically beating out of his chest with excitement, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles.

“Cool.”

 This was definitely going to be the beginning of something beautiful.

[subskz]

I will have to send two asks in short succession here causeeeeeeee the seungmin babygirl look (the thigh high fuzzy socks and mary janes) and the innie collar are going to take me out.

Let's start with seungmin because I can :)

Like the day the photos come out you praise him as you normally do when new teasers and stuff happen and he suspects nothing. HOWEVER. Like a week later you're waiting for him and there's a suspicious package waiting on the table that you tell him to open. He does and oh? Some very pretty thigh high socks? And a little pair of silky shorts? Hmmmmm what could the inspiration for these be 😋. You tell him to put them on, since you couldn't be there for the original photos so you want your little homemade version hehe. You meant it too, because you get right to ordering him around to pose in different angles and positions. Seungmin gets a little frustrated but doesn't show it, cause he truly expected to be bent over in an instant but nooooooo. While he's posing he does start thinking about all the things he wants you to do to him, and the next pose you order him into 🤭 you can see just how hard he is in those shorts. You're almost done the photoshoot anyways, but push it a little farther to see if Seungmin says anything. He doesn't, but he gets about 8 million times more restless. Eventually he can barely sit still which is just the PERFECT teasing opportunity. So you start poking in and Seungmin ignores and brushes it off as he usually does. But! It doesn't take long before he finally snaps "I want you to bend me over and fuck me, but apparently all you want is pictures!" AHAHAHAHA. 🤌 who knew this was all it took to break him. So you walk so so slowly towards him and grin and Seungmin is just like. Ah fuck, what have I done now

So much build up and for what? Why am I like this? He messes with my brain in a heinous way istg 🫥. Thank you to everyone who reads this, do not perceive me -🦊

the way u and 🐾 anon sent ur asks not even 5 minutes apart 😭 seungmo really had us all in his babydoll clutches w that fit

what a perfectly seungminnie scenario hehe it really does make for a great way to tease him bc of course he loves his pictures!! who is he to deny you snapping a million photos of him from every angle imaginable and fawning over how pretty your boy is. it’d be extra fun to pause after each new shot and make a big fuss of showing it to him so he can see how good he looks, both as a way to gradually fluster him more and more w all your compliments, and to chip away at his patience. even when he starts to get antsy, he tries his best hide it bc he can definitely sense some kind of trap being set up by you

ordering him to take poses where he can’t hide how worked up he’s made himself is soo evil i love it >:) you tell him to lean back a lil and spread his legs for you, and he just presses his lips together and awkwardly lets his arm rest between his thighs in a pointless attempt to hide his bulge…and when u still act oblivious it just makes his tension skyrocket bc even someone as disciplined as seungmo has his limits! can you imagine if you leaned in close to him and his breath kinda catches in his throat bc he thinks you’re finally gonna give him what he needs, only for you to mess w the frayed edges of his shorts and “adjust” them for the camera. he’d be a little mortified by how visibly he jolts when your fingers brush over his thighs, but that’s definitely the breaking point for him 💔 smth abt how pouty he sounds when he finally loses his patience makes all that tortuous buildup worth it

[solar-wing]

Rant #1 – ATLA: S2:10 The Library...WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST TELL THE TRUTH!

I'm currently re-watching the series and am on season 2 as you can probably guess by this post's title.

And, while watching Sokka and the Gang lie to Wan Shi Tong, one thought went through my head...WHY THE FUCK DID THEY LIE?!

I get their nervousness and reluctance in sharing the full truth with the Owl Spirit due to his blunt and seemingly unchanging opinion of humans and their use of knowledge for violence and conquest. But, that's just it. Why didn't they explain that to him in a way he could understand!

If Wan Shi Tong is a spirit of knowledge and prefers things getting solved with peace rather than violence, they had a perfect reason to explain to him why they needed to look through the library!

Let's start with Professor Zei, he was a lover of knowledge and books. All he wanted was to learn and expand his own knowledge of different subjects and cultures. If anyone had a perfectly legitimate reason to be there and not invoke the spirit's wrath, it was him!

But, since he's only a side character in this, his background and story don't hold much weight compared to the Gang.

Like Sokka and Katara, for example, who've suffered their entire lives at the hands of the Fire Nation since they were born due to their war and quest for conquest over the entire world. Wan Shi Tong is about peace and sees humans as obstructers of that peace and thinks low of them because of this.

And let's be honest; he ain't wrong. Humans are very prone to solving matters with violence. In fiction AND reality. But, the Southern Water Tribe siblings know of violence and tragedy at the hands of humans, because they've been subjected to it their entire lives.

If Wan Shi Tong is about peace and being a spirit of knowledge, using said knowledge to solve one's problems, wouldn't it be obvious that would be a perfect reason to explain to him why they're seeking information from his library? They're striving to protect the peace and balance of the world, and that means that have to find a way to stop the Fire Nation. Yes, it is through a means of violence, but sometimes, that's what it takes to protect peace.

They're fighting to protect themselves, their families, and all the innocent people who have suffered for so long from this war. That's easily good reason #1 they could have given to the owl spirit as a reason to let them browse his library. But let's say that didn't work and he was still apprehensive, they've literally got an even more perfect angle to come at him with: KNOWLEDGE!

If Wan Shi Tong is a spirit of knowledge and dedicates himself to collecting information, books, and tomes from all different parts of the world, wouldn't that automatically mean he wants to do his best to protect knowledge as much as he can.

This war from the Firebenders has wiped out homes, villages, and an entire nation of people along with their culture, leaving one lone survivor. Aang literally has the best reason to ask Wan Shi Tong to use his library.

Imagine, as a spirit of knowledge, learning that an entire civilization and its culture had been destroyed and burned to the ground. Taking with them all their customs, rituals, knowledge and wisdom, their teachings and practices, so much information that could have been added to your library's collection.

Again, going back to Katara and Sokka, whose tribe was harassed and stripped of all their water benders, minus Katara, as a means of preventing any kind of pushback or revolution. Katara had to travel halfway across the world just to find an authentic water-bending scroll before finding a master to teach her.

Aang lost his entire nation and people in this war. His entire culture was stripped from the world to the point that no one really remembered or knew anything about Air Benders or the Nomads until he returned to the world.

That alone is a perfect reason to give Wan Shi Tong why they need information on the Fire Nation. They're working to prevent the same thing that happened to Aang's people and Sokka and Katara's Tribe along with others from happening again somewhere else.

As a spirit of knowledge, I imagine the destruction and loss of other pieces of knowledge and information would strongly upset him and push him to want to allow those seeking to defend it access to his library, despite his reservations about violence.

And, this is where I feel like I'm going to be a bit controversial, but I really need the gang to stop letting Sokka lead them into trouble.

Listen, I love Sokka, I really do. But, that boy suffers from a problem I feel many humans also suffer from and have yet to find a cure for; he talks way too much. Wan Shi Tong was already on the fence about them being there and had just threatened the professor with turning him into a stuffed head of anthropology. And, just when he asks you why you're in his library, you decide to LIE?!

Sokka does so much for the group and is a vital asset to them, but he's also a major contributor to why they constantly end up in trouble. And, if anything, that was a perfect moment to go on one of your Fire Nation truth rants. Any other time, Sokka doesn't waste a second in trashing the Fire Nation and exposing them for the brutes they are, and the one time it would really be helpful, he decides to LIE instead!

The moment Wan Shi Tong mentioned Admiral Zhao and his misguided quest to destroy his enemies, that would have been a perfect time to enlighten the spirit that Zhao simply wasn't looking to just defeat an army or a nation. He was going after one of Wan Shi Tong's own: another spirit!

As a spirit of knowledge, Wan Shi Tong definitely would know the implications that would come if the Moon Spirit, Tui, now Yue, died. As mentioned by Iroh many times, the world would literally fall out of balance.

And, again, if Wan Shi Tong is against violence, Admiral Zhao was a Fire Nation soldier looking for ways to destroy the spirits, and Aanng and his friends are looking for wars to stop the Fire Nation, who do you think he would side with?

It doesn't mean they're necessarily trying to destroy the Fire Nation, they're just trying to end the violence that comes from this war they're pushing.

So, someone explain to me why that would have been so hard to explain to the Spirit of Knowledge, rather than LYING to his face, after he just threatened to make someone a stuffed head. And then, when he flies off, you gloat under your breath about being bright enough to fool him?!

A PARDON I BEG?

LIKE SIR, DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!

Yeah, I love Sokka, I really do, but sometimes, I really just need him to sit back and zip it. I get it was his choice to go to the library, but that I feel was a moment to just let either Aang or Katara do the talking. And I know Sokka wants to prove himself a capable warrior and leader, but sometimes being a leader is about knowing when to sit back and let someone else take the lead, and that was definitely one of those moments.

anyway, rant over.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Suguru Geto, Pining, “It’s true romance is dead. I shot it in the chest and in the head.” 🌶

Hey, so remember when I said I was going to make these short little fic lits? yea? This is a whole ass one shot, I got so lost in the sauce, I started this at like, 4 pm, its 6:30 am, I need to lie down...

Now Presenting...

Starring: A truly love sick Suguru Geto making some of the worst mistakes he can make in this situation.

Suguru missed you constantly, but he especially missed you late at night. He really had no one to blame but himself. He had never been much of a romantic, always believing it to be pretty useless in the grand scheme of things. Romance was like driving around in a classic car; yes it was fun and flashy at first and everyone is jealous of you. But it's a lot of upkeep, it's not very fuel efficient, and when you inevitably drive headfirst into traffic because of some issue you didn't even know about, you get sent home in a body bag, and the car gets passed on to your next of kin.

You challenged that long held belief though. You were funny, and kind, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Suguru remembered meeting you at that concert as a before and after event. Who he was before you, and after you. The two of you had spent the summer listening to any new record you could get your hands on, going to dingy basement parties for the free booze, and in the backseat of his car. On highways going 100 miles per hour and parked on backroads counting the stars in the sky. You were his first love.

So of course he had to ruin it. He may have loved you, but that didn't mean he knew how to love, or that it came easy. You got frustrated with his refusal to label your relationship, the way he treated you as if you were his dirty little secret, and how most nights he only called when he was already high. Your final fight, if you could call it that, was barely an argument. It was quiet, filled with the things he wanted to say as you told him that it had been fun. But the summer was over, and you were done being used. The romance was dead before it even started.

Even now, as he laid in his bed texting some woman he met at a different party, all he could think of was you. He tried to imagine he was talking to you, but frankly, her texting tone was all wrong, and she sent pictures of her tits way too fast to ever be you. He was used to having to work for it, but it seemed like this girl was looking for exactly what he was looking for: something to fill the void. 

"I showed you mine, you show me yours 😘🍆💦"

Gross. Suguru cringed at the explicit use of emojis. But, he reached into his pants anyway. It's true, romance was dead. He had personally shot it in the chest and in the head. He was still trying to get the angle right to make it look bigger than it really was (not that he needed to) when his phone rang in his hand. "Oh God, please don't ask me to talk to you" he thought to himself. He didn't have it in him. He wanted meaningless, impersonal sexting right now. If she wanted an emotional connection, she was fucked. That was reserved for you.

He actually looked at the name lighting up his screen before sending it to voicemail, and for the first time in three months he felt his heart race. "Shit!" He muttered under his breath, rushing to answer his phone and put his dick up at the same time. 

"Hey Y/n. Wasn't expecting to hear from you tonight." He answered, trying to sound like he was just woken up instead of trying (and failing) to take a cock pic. 

"Hey, I need your help." You sounded so unbelievably defeated. Suguru didn't know if the tightness in his chest was from the inherent anguish of hearing you sound so broken, or from the rush of euphoria of you needing him. All he ever wanted was for you to need him. 

“What’s going on beautiful?” He asked, trying to maintain the sleepy voice while rushing to his mirror to make sure he looked at least presentable. He didn’t, he looked like a mess that had spent the last three months alternating betweening lying awake at night, getting high with his best friends, and well, crying. But, that was fine. Hell, maybe it would even help his cause. He had that sad boy needs fixed vibe about him.

“Don’t call me-” you cut yourself off with an exasperated sigh, “Look, my car finally gave up the ghost, I’m stranded off of I-45 going into 6th street. Can you come get me?” Oh shit. Yea, that made sense, it was only a matter of time before that amalgamation of rusted steel and duct tape you called a car gave out on you. He still couldn’t believe you called him though.

“Of course I can pick you up baby girl, I’m on my way.” He said, pulling his arm through a jacket and grabbing his keys.

“Look, Suguru, I wouldn’t have called if I had another choice. Satoru has a flat, Kento is asleep and Ryomen is drunk. This doesn’t mean anything.” The icicle that pierced his heart and melted into his blood forced him to pause. You called fucking Sukuna before you called him? Hell, you called everyone before you called him. You were all his mind, body, and soul could think about; And he was your last resort. Typical. 

“I’m just happy you called me,” He muttered, “It's too cold to walk tonight.”

“I know, it’s why I called…I know it’s harsh, I just don’t want to give you any false hope.” you explained. Too late for that.

“Yea, thanks for that. I’m on my way.” he huffed, hanging up before he had a chance to say something he’d regret.

🚗🚗🚗

It probably wasn’t his best idea to blast the playlist that you had made him on this drive, but he had dug his grave and now he planned to lie in it. It wasn’t hard for him to find your car, at this time of night you were the only other person near the road. He parked behind the clunker, and went to text you about it, but you came to check out the headlights on your own. And fuck, this was a mistake, he should have woken up Nanami.

“Hey, thanks for grabbing me.” you shivered as you got into his heated car, immediately putting your hands to the warm vents, “It’s freezing out there.”

“Mmhmm,” He hummed an auto response. He was too lost in memory to focus on your words. The moment his eyes landed on you the emotions and memories came flooding back. He could feel your fingers tangling in his hair, and taste you on his lips. He wondered if you still remembered his taste, because he knew he was cursed with yours forever. 

“Soo…ready to go?” You asked, snapping him out of his daydream. He shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts of your soft skin against his from his mind. 

“Yea, no, sorry. I’m just…tired.” He said, pulling back onto the road. “So, any idea what you’re going to do about that?” He questioned, jerking his head back to your car. You groaned as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Fuck no. I can’t really afford a tow truck right now, and I’m like 68% sure the engine is blown.” you sighed, placing a hand to your temple to try and prevent the headache that was threatening to come back.

“I mean, I can help you if you want.” He offered, “I just got that job, so I’m actually doing kinda okay right now-”

“Wait, Sugubear, you got the job?!” You asked, all smiles and giggles all of the sudden. He even cracked the biggest smile he had in a long time at it. Sugubear. It was a pet name he hated during your relationship, but he couldn’t imagine why he ever did now. Now it made him feel like he was on cloud 19.

“Yea, I did!” He bragged, “I started like, 3 weeks ago.”

“That’s great Suguru! I’m proud of you!” You laughed. 

“Why thank you,” He nodded, “I’m pretty proud of me too.” He went to go and place his hand on your thigh, a reflex from when the two of you were still hot and heavy. He fully expected you to stop him. Maybe it was because of the relaxed atmosphere that was starting to settle, or maybe it was because you missed his touch as much as he missed yours; you let him make contact. He really hoped it was because of the latter. 

🚗🚗🚗

“Well, this is my stop,” You said, patting him on the shoulder as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment, “Thanks again for the ride-”

“Wait!” Suguru said without really thinking about what he wanted you to wait for. He just didn’t want this to end. He’d been without you for so long, he wasn’t ready to go back to how things were just an hour ago. “Can I come up?”

“What, why?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I only needed a ride.” Why?! What did you mean, why?! Because he craved being home? Because he missed the space the two of you had occupied for so long, the place you carved out for him in your environment and in your heart. Because he needed to be surrounded by everything that's you again, because every night when he slept he dreamed of the smell. 

“Because I need the like, four hoodies I left at your house that you still haven't given back.” He thanked God for three things in that moment; 1. That it was always ice cold in your house, making him always feel like he needed a hoodie, 2. That he left them there when you left him, and 3. That you had never given them back. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t really keep them from him. That would be theft. 

“Ok, fine. Just be fast, ok? I’m tired.” And you didn’t just mean physically tired. 

“Of course.” He said, fully planning to drag this out as long as possible. As the two of you went up the stairs, Geto found his hand landing on the curve of your waist. Anything to replicate the intimacy the two of you once had. And he noticed you didn’t remove his hand either. As he walked into your small studio apartment, he took off his jacket as well as yours. He could feel himself truly relax for the first time in months. Humans like to think that they get to consciously decide where home is, and they’re wrong. Home is the place where you feel truly safe, and calm. The place where you can truly let your guard down and let go of your worries and your sorrows. It was the place where you felt loved and secure, and you don’t get to decide where that was. Your heart did. The saying “Home is where the heart is” was true for multiple reasons. 

His first order of business was to lay down in the bed he helped you move up the stairs at the start of your relationship. The one he helped you break in. He collapsed face down into the pillows, melting into the cheap memory foam. He was pleased to find it still kinda remembered the shape of his body.

“Hey, what are you doing?” you asked, turning around to see him making himself comfortable. You turned your back for five seconds-

“Getting cozy, what’s it look like?” he asked, turning to his back. You had to laugh at the audacity of the act, really.

“And who said you could do that?” You quizzed him, walking over to pull him out of the bed. As you reached your hand out, he grabbed it, pulling you into the bed and into his chest. 

“I did.” He answered with a smile.

“Suguru, please, don’t do this. You have to go.” You tried to sound stern, you really did. But in the end, you couldn’t hold back your giggles. He was so warm.

“No I don’t,” He shrugged, “I don’t have to do anything, not really. I could stay here.”

“Sug-” You were cut off with a kiss. Suddenly, any protest you had in you melted into the honeyed warmth of his kiss against yours. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave Sugurus' presence as much as he missed yours. The safety and contentment you felt when you were wrapped in his arms was unparalleled by anyone else you had ever been with. It was what made him so.

His hand slipped to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him while his free hand played with the hem of your shirt. You moaned softly into his lips, your fingers going to tangle in his long dark hair. You noticed it was fully down. He must have been such a mess. He pulled away from the kiss, albeit reluctantly, to press his forehead to yours.

“I miss you so much, I can’t breathe without you.” He confessed softly. 

“I miss you too.” You finally admitted. He pulled your hips closer to his by your belt loops as you said that, showing you just how much he missed you. 

“I need you Y/n.” He whispered to you.

“I want you too.” You sighed. That was all the permission he needed. He was on you in a flash, sucking deep dark bruises into your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your jeans. You had never known him to be this eager, and in his he had never known himself to be like this either. Suguru wasn’t the type of guy to pine for anything. If someone didn’t want him, that was just fine, because there were a thousand and one people who did want him, and everyone was replaceable. Everyone but you. He had tried, so so hard to move on, but every new body he found himself in was just a pale imitation of yours. None of them could hope to be even half as warm and receptive as you were.

“Sug..” You moaned softly as his fingers traced the growing wet spot in your underwear. 

“Look at you Sweetest,” He teased, “Already so wet and ready for me. Did you miss me Darling?” You nodded and whined in response, rocking your hips to try and create more friction than he was willing to give. He couldn’t hold back the grin that tugged at his lips, seeing you so needy for him again. “How much did you miss me Darling?” He asked. 

“So much..” You whined out, “I thought about you every night when I…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought.

“When you what?’ He wasn’t going to let you get away with that. Embarrassment burned at your chest and behind your eyes.

“When I touched myself,” You admitted. Your words went straight to his already impossibly hard cock. His own jeans were starting to get really uncomfortable. 

“Oh yea?” He asked, trying to contain himself. To try and distract himself from how tight his pants were getting, he slipped your underwear out out of his way, giving him direct access to your weeping pussy, and more importantly your swollen clit, He rubbed expert circles in them with two fingers, causing your back to tense with pleasure as a moan escaped your throat.

“I thought about that!” You announced, “I thought about how good you felt, and how much you filled me up,” A heat was already starting to pool in your stomach for him. You smirked at the next memory that entered your head, “I thought about facetiming you while I played with my pussy, and how you’d have reacted.”

“Fuck, you should have.” He groaned, imagining how that scene would have played out, “I would have come over sooner.” He removed his hands from your slit, much to your very vocal dismay, and pulled you out of your jeans and your panties. Before you knew it, you were on your back and he was in between your legs, holding your hips firmly in his large hands. He dipped his head in between your thighs, running his tongue from your cunt to your clit, collecting all the sweet slick pooling there. The familiar taste lit a familiar fire inside of him, and all he wanted was to see your face when you came on his.

His lips wrapped around your clit, writing his name with his tongue over and over again to lay claim to what was his. G. E. T. O. G. E. T. O. You let out a truly embarrassing whine as he did. Your hands found his raven hair, tangling into the messy locks and giving a good pull. All of this only aided to egg him on, and he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt, curling up.

You saw stars explode in front of your eyes. Three months was a long time to be alone with just your cheap toys, and you found yourself more sensitive to him than you had been before. Sharp jolts of pleasure flowed through you in waves, building up a tension in your stomach. You tried to rock your hips up into him, but he held you still, leaving you to moan out his name in a truly pathetic manner.

“Say it again,” Suguru said, pulling away from you just long enough to communicate, “It sounds so pretty when you do.”

“Suguru!” You whimpered out, relief washing over you as he returned to the job at hand. He curled his fingers perfectly into your g-spot, leaving your body tense and waiting. “Suguru!” You called out again, earning you another direct hit and ohh boy you we’re not going to last much longer. “Suguru, please I’m so so close,” You moaned, throwing your head back as it became too heavy to hold up. Suguru didn’t let up on his ministrations, deciding that getting you over the edge was more important.

You didn’t just fall over the edge, you flew. You felt like a firework, with lighting bolts of pleasure shooting up through your center and exploding in your chest, washing you in embers of euphoria. Your thighs encased Sugurus head, and he decided he had no other choice than to eat you through your orgasm. A sacrifice he was oh, so willing to make. He didn’t let up on you until your trembling legs fell away from his head, leaving you a jittery mess under him. He couldn’t help but smile at his handy work.

“Have I ever told you how breathtaking you look when you cum Dearest?” He asked, lovingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You gave a breathless laugh.

“Once or twice I think.” You muttered, slowly reregulating yourself. “It’s been months since anyone touched me like that..” You confessed softly.

“It’s been months since I touched anyone like that.” He responded. It wasn’t technically a lie. He didn’t care enough about anyone he’d been with since the two of you broke up to treat them with even an ounce of the care he gave to you. You pulled him down by his hair and into a kiss, tasting yourself mixed with him on his lips. He bit your lip to deepen the kiss, needing every ounce of you you were willing to give. 

Fuck, this was starting to actually hurt. His hand moved down to try and relieve some of the pressure building there. Everywhere you touched left a trail of electricity on his skin, and he couldn’t think of anything beyond making as much skin to skin contact as possible with you in that moment. And honestly, it was the only thing you wanted too. 

You pulled back long enough to pull off your shirt, cluing in Suguru to follow suit. You took the opportunity of distance to try unbuttoning his jeans. His hand met your wrist though.

“Y/n, You don't have to-”

“I want to.” You asserted, “You think you’re the only one that wants your cock inside of me? Please, I’ve been fantasizing about this way too long to settle for some, admittedly really good, head.” You were both lucky he didn’t lose it in his pants right then and there at your words. Instead, he pulled you into one very rough kiss, all tongues and teeth. He unclipped your bra as you unbuttoned his levis. You palmed him through his boxers, but not for very long before he pushed you away and finally freed his straining cock.

He stroked himself a few times, taking in the sight of you on your back and desperate for his cock. He wanted to remember you like this, just as desperate and needy for him as he felt for you. The sight of it alone sent electricity up and down his spine.

And suddenly, his lips were on your again, kissing them breathless and swollen as he pushed inside of you. You whined into the kiss, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades as you tried to accommodate for his stretch. Suguru was thick, and it always felt like no matter how ready you were for him, you were never actually ready. You felt his shoulders tremble at the feeling of being encased in you again.

“God, you feel so fucking good Y/n,” He breathed out as he bottomed out. He gave an experimental thrust sending static coursing through every inch of your body and his. “Christ, it’s like you’re made for me.” He praised as he did it again, starting to set a rhythm that was going to send you into outer space. “So fucking good and just for me.”

He was saying a lot of yours and your mind was processing none of them. Every push and pull of his hips graced your overly sensitive g-spot perfectly, filling your body with ecstasy and your head with oxytocin and dopamine. Why did you break up with him again? It didn’t matter, not really. He was back and he felt so unbelievably good.

“So good Sug,” You slurred out, “So good, so big..” Oh, now that was an ego boost that went straight to his head- both of them in fact.

“Is my sweet girl cock drunk already? Fucked dumb on the man she thought she didn’t want anymore?” He cooed, his contempt with you for leaving him slipping into his words. Not that you registered anyway. You nodded stupidly, your second orgasm building up fast inside of you. It’s okay though, he wasn’t going to last long either. With every buck of his hips your walls hugged him tighter, sucked him in deeper, kept him there longer. It was a feeling he hadn’t been able to replicate once; be it with his own hand or whatever whore looked vaguely like you at the party that week. He was already starting to come undone, but was determined to get you there first.

“Sugubear..” You whimpered out softly, reaching a hand up and into his hair, making doe eyed contact with his quickly softening black eyes. Your hand fell from the back of his head to his cheek, cupping it gently. Instinctively he leaned into it, ignoring the panic in his chest as he realized that this was probably the most intimate thing he had ever done with another person. 

“Y/n, I-” His eyes widened as he realized what he was going to say. OH FUCK can’t say that! He may have been in love, but there was no way he could say it out loud. Not right now. “I can’t believe how good you fucking feel.” He groaned, moving one of his hands to massage quick circles into your puffy clit.

That was all the extra push that you needed. Your eyes screwed shut and your body tensed as it braced for impact. Fireworks erupted from behind your eyes and your body was overtaken with seismic waves of white hot electricity, pleasure coursing through your every being in sharp spikes. You felt like you had driven a ferrari at 169 miles an hour right off of a cliff and into a soft grave of euphoria and cotton. 

And Suguru was right behind you. The tremors of your pussy pulling him deeper and deeper, pulling him over his own edge. He held your waist with a grip tight enough to bruise as he came, the warm feeling filling and spreading throughout you from deep inside. He figured the consequences of this action were a future Suguru problem. He barely managed to collapse next to you instead of one you, pulling you impossibly close to him. It was as if he was scared that if he loosened his grip, the dream would end and you’d be gone again. 

You let him, enjoying the warmth for a long while. You pulled away with a kiss, and even then he seemed reluctant to let go.

“So, uh..wanna spend the night?” You asked sheepishly. He laughed softly. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Do you need anything? Anything at all?”

“Um, a warm rag would be great actually… ya know, for clean up.” You giggled. He nodded, instantly ready to grab you anything you needed. 

“Yea, of course! I’ll be right back.” He said, standing and heading to your bathroom. He wasn’t gone for very long before his phone pinged.

“Oh, hey you got a notification!” You called to him from the bed.

“You know my password, what’s it say?” He called back, assuming it was probably Satoru. Gojo’s sleep schedule was a nightmare and he had a tendency to make that everyone else's problem. Especially if he found another internet conspiracy rabbit hole to fall down. Suguru still remembered when he learned about the dead internet theory, he didn’t stop talking about that one for mon- wait, why hadn’t you responded yet?

“Well, what’s it say?” He called again, coming back with the warm rag. The look on your face instantly soured his stomach.

“Who's Naiomi?” You asked, tears swelling in your eyes against your will. Naiomi? He didn’t know, who the fuck was Naiomi? “And why is she sending you pictures of her breasts?” You asked. He didn’t fucking kno-

Oh.

Oh.

Naomi. 

Party girl.

“Hey, you should give me back my phone,” He panicked, joining you on the bed and trying to grab the device. You were quicker though, moving away on unsteady legs to read messages you Really Should Not be reading. 

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now Pretty Girl, I can’t wait to see you again and-” You muttered outloud to yourself before the realization hit you, “Wait, Suguru, did you meet up with this girl?! You said you hadn’t been with anyone!” You snapped.

“It was only one time-” He instantly regretted saying that, wondering why he couldn’t just put the goddamn shovel down. 

“No it wasn’t!” You yelled, “It very clearly wasn’t, why do you keep lying to me?!” You begged, fat tears of frustration starting to roll down your cheeks and absolutely devastating your former bedmate. He went over to you, and reached out to wipe the tears away, only for you to smack his hand away instead. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You demanded.

“Y/n, please, I’m so sorry, it was a mistake, she doesn’t mean anything to me-”

“If she doesn't mean anything, why are you lying about her!?” you scoffed, wiping away your own tears. “How many other people are there Suguru, and dont you fucking dare lie to me again, your phone is in my hand.”

Oh fuck. “Only a few.”

“Only a few?! How many is a few?” The awkward silence that followed was thick, as he desperately tried to remember the number. 

“Okay, so maybe a lot.” You thought you were going to be sick, just for him to continue. “I was chasing after you!” he tried to explain, “I missed you, I missed our intimacy, I tried to find it in hollow sex with strangers-”

“They’re not strangers if you kept going back!” You snarled. 

“I know! I know But they’re all just off brand you! They mean less than nothing to me, especially compared to you!”

“That’s not helping!”

“Oh, come on Y/n! We were broken up, I’m willing to bet you met up with someone-!”

“I absolutely did not, you fucking pervert!” you seethed, throwing your own phone at him for him to catch, “Look! And it’s not like I didn’t have the opportunity either! Gojo tried to hit me up less than a week after we called it off.” You sneered, just to rub salt into his wound. It worked too, especially when he went to your messages to confirm it. That two faced fucking bastard was trying to talk you up while Geto was actively crying on his shoulder. He threw your phone onto the bed.

“Look, I don’t understand why you’re acting like a crazy bitch about this! It’s not like I cheated on you, I couldn’t have! We were never actually dating!” He snapped, cyanide dripping from his words and hitting you directly in your soft heart. Geto was having an out of body experience, watching the whole thing as if it was a gruesome horror movie. He wanted to shake himself and yell DO YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?! OUT YOUR EGO ASIDE FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS AND COMFROT HER GODDAMN IT. 

The silence that followed was thick with regret and shame. He felt it weighing down on his shoulders like a soaking wet weighted blanket, in the color mental illness gray. “Y/n, I-”

“I think you should leave Geto.” You were so calm. Calmer than the say you broke up with him the first time. It petrified him, turning every muscle fiber he had into cold stone. 

“Please, Y/n, I’m sorry, I-”

“I think I made a mistake calling you tonight.” You said, starting to get dressed, no longer comfortable with him having any claim to your body. You felt like you needed a boiling hot shower. Luckily, he took a hint from you and started getting dressed himself. “I’ll send you gas money-”

“You don’t have to do that Darling.” He cut you off. You let out a humorless laugh.

“I’m going to. I don’t want you to feel like I owe you anything. And after that, please don’t contact me again, Suguru. I-I really can’t be around you.” The thought of that happening gutted him to his very core. Even after the two of you had broken up, You’d see each other at frat parties and basement shows. You’d talk, even if it was only small talk, just to be polite. It was those small interactions that got him through those six months. He had no idea how he was going to manage a life completely devoid of you.

“No, Baby girl, please, we can work through this-”

“Please stop calling me pet names.”

“Y/n, I’m begging you don’t do this. We can work this out, I love you.” He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, anything to not lose you. But, he fucked up because the tears were back again. Instinctively he went to hold you, only for you to step way back. 

“How dare you lie about that too.” You whispered, barely holding back sobs.

“I’m not lying Y/n, I lo-”

“Do not say it again” You snapped, “Get the fuck out of my house.” Suguru wanted to stay, he wanted to fight for your relationship, and for the opportunity to try again. But, you were very clear. And at this point, he had to realize he was just doing more harm than good. He took a shaky breath as he threw on his jacket.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” He muttered. The moment he was on the other side of the door, he heard your sobbing. He at least managed to make it to the wheel of his car before he had his own breakdown.

Yep, It’s true, romance really was dead. Suguru Geto had shot it in the chest and in the head.

[dysco-lymonade]

"…to distract" for ankle monitor au ✨

This got dirtier than I intended.

Lexa wandered into the corner store later than usual, and it happened to be just a few minutes before Clarke was getting off work. After Clarke had declined Lexa’s invitation to the Polis U Law Department fundraiser, the blonde had been making an effort to try to get closer to Lexa. 

“I want to take you out.” Clarke had said to Lexa as she walked into Sky Mart.

“I would love that, Clarke. But you and I both know that can’t happen.” Lexa replied dejectedly. 

“You lack imagination, Lex.” Clarke raised an eyebrow. Lexa knew she was in trouble. “Just trust me. What are you doing tonight?”

“It’s midnight, I’m going home.” Lexa laughed, “There’s nowhere else to go.”

“Oh, but there is, counselor.” And there’s that wink again. “I’m about to clock out. Come with me?”

Who is Lexa to deny this girl? Even if it ends up in a run-in with the law, due to the tracker securely attached to Clarke’s ankle. 

-

And so Lexa finds herself inside of Clarke’s apartment. It’s not the first time she’s been here. But it looks vastly different. The living room is spotless, as is the kitchen. 

“I was thinking maybe I could draw you. Show you that I’m more than just a vandal.” Clarke jokes, “If that's something you’d be into?”

Lexa pauses in the living room. 

“Draw me?”

“Yes. I’ve been trying, at work, in my down-time. But I can’t seem to get your jaw right.” Clarke takes a gentle grasp of Lexa’s chin. Turning it just slightly to the left, “Your bone structure is immaculate, and when you smile, your eyes crinkle just a bit. It drives me crazy.”

Lexa feels the flush coming up her neck.

“And you’re just so beautiful when you blush.” The artist smirks, seeing the effect she has on Lexa.

“Oh- okay. Yes.” Lexa looks around the room. “Here?”

“Maybe. Let’s have a drink first. I promised to take you out.”

Lexa eye’s the blonde, confused. She watches Clarke wander over to the kitchen, hears her pouring something into glasses. She reappears with two rocks glasses half-filled with amber liquid on ice. “You strike me as a whiskey kind of girl.” 

She’s right.

Clarke wanders over to the living room stereo. She plugs her phone into the aux cord. Lexa hears a familiar riff. “Dance with me first? We are out, afterall.”

Clarke offers her hand and Lexa takes it willingly.

They sway together to the music, drinks in one hand, and their other hands holding the other’s hips. 

Clarke moves closer to Lexa, pressing their thighs together. “We’re on a dance floor, at Grounders.” Clarke says, eyes closing, Lexa closes hers too. “There are a few others out here with us, but I can only see you.” Their eyes remain closed. “I’ve been watching you all night. You were with some classmates, maybe close friends, but you haven’t looked up from your textbook. I knew I had to drag you away. I had to help you loosen up.” Lexa feels Clarke squeezing her hip, pulling her just a little bit closer.

Clarke rests her chin on Lexa’s shoulder as the song changes to something a little more upbeat. “What are you doing out here, when I know you would rather be at home?”

Lexa plays along, opening her eyes and seeing that the lights in Clarke’s living room seem to have dimmed. “I was supposed to meet someone here, but she couldn’t make it.”

“Too bad for her.” Clarke hums into Lexa’s ear. Lexa feels herself loosening up, possibly from the whiskey, more likely from Clarke’s presence.

“Good thing for you.” Lexa angles her head just a bit towards Clarke’s. The blonde takes this as her go-ahead, and takes Lexa’s lips between hers, just barely.

It can hardly be called a kiss. Lexa feels the barely there touch of Clarke’s tongue as the blonde begins to speak, “Absolutely. But I still really want to draw you.” She pulls back slightly, looking into Lexa’s eyes. “Can I? Please? You drive me crazy. I need to get you down on paper.”

Lexa feels herself melting from the inside out. She’s not used to this kind of attention. But she likes it. Oh, she likes it.

“Where do you want me?”

Clarke smirks, “Everywhere,” She murmurs against Lexa’s pulse point. “But first, in the kitchen.” The burn rages within Lexa’s stomach. “Can you just sit on a bar stool for me?” Clarke trails her hand up Lexa’s side, slowly, all the way to her neck. “I want to draw you like I imagined, reading amongst a crowd of people, in your own element. I feel like that's how we could have met, if things weren’t the way they are.” She looks down at her foot, nudging it against Lexa’s.

-

Lexa finds herself sprawled on Clarke’s couch, she’s unsure exactly how she got to this state of undress, but it’s a rush.

She lost her top somewhere in the kitchen.

Her jeans are unbuttoned, and slightly pushed down, just enough to expose the top of her underwear. She really wished she knew she’d be in this position when she left her apartment this morning. But the plain gray cotton briefs would just have to do.

She also wishes she had taken Clarke up on her offer of a second drink. Her shoulders are tense, she knows this. Clarke knows it too, if her soft smile of encouragement is any inclination.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable. Seriously.” Clarke sets her pencil down onto the sketch pad resting in her lap.

“No, no. I’m fine. I just- I guess I don’t know what to do with my hands.” She laughs awkwardly, holding her hands up in defeat.

With a light chuckle, Clarke stands up and walks- nope, definitely saunters over to Lexa on the couch.

She kneels down beside her, pulls Lexa’s hair around one shoulder, and takes both of her hands into her own.

“Just do whatever is comfortable. This can take as long, or be as quick, as you want.” The words are loaded. Clarke pulls Lexa’s hands down and rests them gently onto her own waist.

“This is comfortable.” It’s so quiet, Lexa is certain Clarke could barely hear her.

“Good girl.” It’s meant to be a subtle joke. There’s no authority behind the words. But Lexa sees Clarke’s pupils dilate as her grip tightens on the blonde’s waist. “I’ve got you.” 

Clarke leans down and takes Lexa’s top lip between her own. It’s meant to be a gentle assurance. A way to distract Lexa from feeling so vulnerable laying splayed out under Clarke’s gaze. But as Lexa takes Clarke’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, well, their new plans for the evening definitely don’t include a sketchbook. 

-

They kiss lazily. There’s no rush. They have all night. And they make use of it.

“Seems like you know exactly what to do with your hands.” Clarke murmurs against Lexa’s neck, where there’s sure to be a nice reminder of their night together in the morning. Lexa’s grip on Clarke’s ass softens, an apology on her lips. “S’good.” Clarke reaches back and presses Lexa’s hands back down, and proceeds to grind down harder into Lexa as she trails kisses down her collar bone.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.” Her kisses trail down to the swell of Lexa’s breast, just above the cup of her bra. Clarke’s hands glide up Lexa’s sides with ease, “This okay?” She glances at Lexa and if her slack jawed panting isn’t answer enough, she nods a few enthusiastic jerks of her head. Her hands continue their journey, Fingers wrapping around the sides of Lexa’s chest, and thumbs just barely slipping beneath her bra, grazing her nipples slightly. The hitch of Lexa’s breath and the quiet whimper as she pushes up into Clarke’s hands is the greenlight.

Arching her back higher off the couch, Clarke’s hands make their way around Lexa’s back. Holding eye contact, Clarke sees no sign of hesitancy, and undoes the clasp. Before she removes Lexa’s bra completely, she evens the playing field, sitting up quickly and pulling her own shirt over her head in a way that has no business being as attractive as Lexa finds it. Clarke’s bra follows as Lexa slides hers down her shoulders. 

As Clarke presses their chests together Lexa can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Shit, Clarke.”

“You feel incredible, Lex.” Clarke kisses her. It tastes like a promise.

“I want you.” Lexa all but begs as she lifts her hips up to press into Clarke’s, leaving no room for debate. “Please.”

“You have me.” Clarke assures, and makes her way down Lexa’s stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake. Lexa threads her fingers through Clarke’s hair, pushing it out of her face. Clarke’s eyes are electric. It spurs Lexa on even more. “What do you like?”

“God. Anything. Everything.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Clarke slides Lexa’s jeans off, dragging her panties down with them. Lexa helps her kick them off. They land in a heap on the floor as Clarke drags her lips from Lexa’s knee to her mid thigh, where her hands join in. 

Stop? Yeah, right. Lexa’s in way too deep and she feels like putty beneath Clarke.

Clarke drags one finger along Lexa’s folds, feeling and seeing the effect she’s already had on her. “All of this for me?” She shoots Lexa a cocky smirk, paired with her signature raised eyebrow as she leans down for a taste. 

Lexa both loves and hates what that does to her. She doesn’t know the last time she’s felt so wanted. She knows Clarke can feel how much it turns her on.

Clarke doesn’t ease in. She takes Lexa into her mouth with a filthy, opened mouthed kiss. Lexa can’t hear Clarke’s moan over the sound of her own, but she feels it reverberating through her whole body.

It’s all-consuming, feeling Clarke’s mouth devouring her with a skill Lexa didn’t know existed. She feels the blonde pressing her tongue just barely inside, before she feels the pressure of her fingers instead. She didn’t realize her head had been thrown back so far, until she had to readjust to look down at Clarke when she didn't feel her pressing further inside. “Yes. Fuck. Please.” She whines out, not able to take a single second more of not being filled by Clarke.

Starting with just one finger, Clarke quickly realizes Lexa needs another. She adds a second, and with one final suck to Lexa’s clit, makes her way back up to be face to face with Lexa. “You taste so good. So fucking good.” Clarke exhales heavily before allowing Lexa to taste herself on her lips. It’s dirty, and everything Lexa needs as Clarke slowly pumps her fingers. 

Lexa finds herself thanking every God she can think of that Clarke’s roommate isn’t home. She has no control over the filthy sounds coming from deep within her lungs. 

Feeling Lexa clenching around her fingers, asking for more, Clarke prepares to add another finger, pulling back from the kiss for assurance. 

“Need you. Need more.” Is about as coherent of a sentence Lexa can provide.

Clarke is not one to deny. She slowly pulls her fingers back, curling them as she goes. Before she completely removes them, Clarke adds a third finger as she pushes back in. She can feel that it’ll be Lexa’s limit. “God you’re so tight, feel so good wrapped around my fingers.” She feels Lexa’s walls pulsing at her words.

“You’re taking me so well. That’s it.” Lexa is close. She doesn’t want it to end yet. Clarke isn’t letting up though.

“Clarke. Shit. I’m close.” Her leg all but wraps around Clarke’s back. She feels like she’s going to crawl out of her own skin in the best way.

“I know. I’ve got you.” Clarke presses her thumb to Lexa’s clit, making quick work of bringing her closer to the edge. “Come, Lexa. I can feel you, you’re so close. That’s it.” Her leg tightens fully around Clarke. “Good girl.”

And with that, Lexa is a goner.

[gingerylangylang1979]

When a man knows, he knows

Disclaimer: I’m making this analysis solely based on my memories of Season 2 and all the Tumblr meta. I just don’t have the stomach to go back and rewatch quite yet because I do need to rewatch the Carmy and Claire scenes for more clarity. I’m still in recovery. 

So I keep trying to figure out the Carmy and Claire thing. There are so many angles and it’s a bit confusing. I get him trying to capitalize on the opportunity to explore the childhood crush and his youth, I get her ties to the Berzattos, I get that she was an escape and provided comfort and reassurance, I get that he couldn’t balance opening The Bear and starting a new relationship in the honeymoon phase, I get that he never showed his real self to her and she coddled him. 

My question, and I’m almost afraid to ask, but it must be done, is do they stand any kind of a chance if he did find balance, healed a bit, and felt worthy of love. Why am I asking this? Because I’m trying to imagine a scenario where he is doing better and what would make him try again with her. 

Maybe I have my Carmy and Sydney shipper goggles on but I keep coming back to choice. When a man knows, he knows. Of all the men in my life who were serious about me, they just knew. That doesn’t mean they weren’t nervous at times or may have asked those close to them for advice. But they just knew they were all in. And they were all in because of me, not to escape something else. A partner can be a solace in the storm, true. But there is a difference between recharging in the warmth and care of a partner after facing a battle. But that isn’t what Carmy did. He literally was running from obligations and using his very much undefined relationship as a hideout. 

So I never felt like he chose Claire. He had to be told to label it, he said he loved her a lot, and on some level perhaps he did/does (which later he switches back to like?), but it’s not the kind of in love that means a choice was made. And for as bad as it got in the finale, I’m not sure a new relationship is worth trying to rekindle when all of that hurt happened between two people and one is head over heels and the other one is having a panic attack at the thought of it. 

I mean what would be a proper next step? If they continue this into next season, my goodness. How would Claire have any dignity and what would be Carmy’s motivation? The only way I could see it is if because of him not being present for opening he slacks off with her again because he feels useless. But I don’t know if I see that, it would be a repeat of him using her as a distraction and would be boring for the audience. 

He’s also becoming aware of his feelings for Sydney and I think that will show more next season while they also have conflict about his commitment. Do we need Claire in the middle of that? The only way I would be okay with that is if the tables turn and Carmy goes hard for The Bear and Claire is the one asking for more while he is committed to Sydney (the storyline I wanted for this season). 

Anyways, rambles, rambles. 

[dazais-guardian-angel]

I'm finding it difficult to reconcile the fact that what I've always wanted and envisioned for Nikolai and his relationship with Fyodor based on fanworks and the very very little canon information we've had to go off of so far, will very likely be very different from what we actually get.

While I understand the appeal of Fyodor taking over Nikolai's body via his blood ability, and the inherent, romantic, ironic tragedy of that — for Nikolai, the person who yearned for freedom, to meet an end by having his soul eternally trapped in the body of the person he loved the most, while Fyodor lives on in his body, never truly knowing how much he was adored by him — I would just hate the idea of that happening now? It just feels far, far too soon for Nikolai to be dead, for his character to no longer have a role or a purpose; his mind and behavior is so utterly fascinating in all its bizarre contradictions, there's so much more to explore and discover with him, he's one of BSD's most complex characters, or at least he's set up to be, and I really hope Asagiri wouldn't throw him away this soon without doing anything more with him.

I never really thought that Nikolai would be the one to end Fyodor for good, way down the line (that can only ever be Dazai's job, to me, since he's his foil), but I always imagined he'd at least have some kind of role in attempting to kill him, since that's his ultimate wish. I imagined that it would be ugly, frenzied, unhinged, desperate, Nikolai finally being forced to acknowledge the horrible truth that's always been buried within his subconscious but he's never wanted to accept: that going against all human reason and killing someone he cares so deeply for will not, in fact, simply make those feelings go away, and will instead make them unable to ignore in his despair. The realization that he'll always be chained to human emotions, to love, no matter how much he thinks he can be free of them. And then, the ensuing breakdown from that. Yes, it's extremely fanficky lmao, but that kind of drama makes sense to me for him and them. It's interesting.

There was also the angst angle of Fyodor being immortal, and Nikolai's agenda perhaps stemming from wanting to save him from that, and being able to finally free him from it in the same way he himself wants to be freed. Killing being the ultimate expression of love, not too dissimilar to Mushitarou killing Yokomizo, both putting on an act of being hateful/vengeful/hostile towards the other in order to cope with the fact that deep down they can't bear the thought of them being gone.

But then we got Fyodor's "death" here, and Nikolai's reaction to it was so unbelievably underwhelming and calm that it made me question everything I thought I knew about Asagiri's writing skills him, and what the story is going for with him. And combined with this revelation now that Fyodor is (unsurprisingly!) immortal, but specifically in the way that he can be killed but supposedly resurrects endlessly (which I really like in of itself, don't get me wrong)... it makes me question what exactly Nikolai knows, or will know, and it somewhat destroys the potential angst we could get with them in the end, or at least drastically changes it.

If Nikolai already knows Fyodor can't be killed, that means we'll never get a moment where he tries to kill him and then has to face the fact that he did the deed and it didn't make him feel freed, and he instantly regrets it. It also means we'd never get a moment where he tries to kill him and then discovers he can't truly die, and the ensuing insanity that would occur from that. It also makes me even question the legitimacy of his reaction to Fyodor's "death" here... was it so damn apathetic and lukewarm because he already knows it wasn't permanent? I mean, I'd like an explanation for it feeling so ooc, it would make me feel better about that, but I can't deny that it would be disappointing to have yet another part of this arc that was just an act and not genuine feelings....

Now, that isn't to say that it's impossible to do anything interesting with Nikolai already knowing the truth. He could be wishing to try to attain free will through the illogical pursuit of an impossible task: in this case, killing Fyodor. There's a beautiful, tragic paradox in him wishing to attempt something to gain his freedom that he and we know is impossible, especially if subconsciously he takes solace in the fact that he'd be able to kill Fyodor without actually losing him for good. If Nikolai doesn't already know, assuming he's not dead he's likely going to find out the truth soon when he next sees Fyodor alive and kicking — I can't imagine a way he wouldn't find out. In that case, we wouldn't get the aforementioned scenario where he tries to kill him and discovers it's futile, which is the most juicy to me I won't lie, but I am still fascinated by the idea of how Nikolai will respond just seeing him suddenly alive again and having to process this after having just mourned him. It's interesting to imagine how he might respond to and treat Fyodor after at last knowing how it truly felt to lose him, and realizing how much he didn't want that, and then suddenly having him back. It might cause him to finally understand that his desire for freedom is unobtainable, and cause him to spiral, and fundamentally change their relationship going forward. An eventual tragic end for him such as Fyodor taking over his body would not feel out of place to me in that case, perhaps, but still not until we've had more time to see Nikolai reflect and see his possible change in perspectives.

I don't know, I'm just rambling at this point lmao. I know very well that so much of my expectations and desires for Nikolai and Fyolai are built up from fan content over the years just because there's been nothing else to work with, and that it's unfair to judge what Asagiri decides to do with him/them based on preconceived notions. Whatever he does could still be interesting in the end, even if it's not what I initially wanted or expected, and being open to being surprised is always a good thing. At the end of the day we still know barely anything about Nikolai, so it's not completely fair for me to judge something as ooc for a character we still know so little about.

But... it's because we know so little about him and have gotten so little of him, that at the very least, I'm gonna be really upset if he does die here from being possessed by Fyodor like people are worrying about. I really don't think he will, because I'm pretty confident the helicopter pilot is the one Fyodor swapped with/resurrected in the body of as per soup's theory, and again I'm not saying it wouldn't be fitting eventually... but I really don't want it to happen now. :/ I just think Nikolai still has so much potential as a character and so much more we need to see of him before his likely inevitable and tragic demise (however it happens), so whatever Asagiri decides to do with him I just really, really hope we don't lose him so prematurely; it would honestly be such a tremendous waste imo.

[rainy19days]

This isn't really an analysis or anything deep, only my small attempt at predicting what can happen next. Also some rambling, manifesting, wishful thinking or whatever.

Considering how much Old Xian loves references to earlier chapters/scenes/panels I wonder if it's possible that we'll see a parallel to the time He Tian asked Mo about the future and gifted him the black studs.

We all love comparing similar panels and usually the conclusion is one - there's a shift, there's progress. Therefore, it isn't completely unreasonable of me to imagine that now, as we witnessed huge character development of both He Tian and Mo, Old Xian would maybe like to reuse the scene to match their current dynamic.

Through various hints and foreshadowing we already kind of know what we can anticipate. First of all, Mo wants to ask He Tian which high school he's going to attend, which inevitably leads to them talking about the future. Second of all, they plan to pierce Mo's ear, so that could happen too (I don't want to elaborate on that here, though). Finally, we can see in the future chapters that Mo wears black studs, but since the ones He Tian gave him before are broken we can assume that He Tian is going to give him new ones. All of this matches the scene perfectly.

Just imagine them both sitting on the floor at He Tian's place again. This time it would be Mo asking He Tian what he wants to do in the future ( I know he already once asked He Tian if he thinks about the future at all but this was vague, now he's genuinely interested and wants to ask specific questions as opposed to all the times he said he doesn't care about anything that involves He Tian).

He Tian would take out the small box and give it to Mo.

Last time Mo said the studs were so-so. I imagine that this time he'd be speechless and teary eyed, remembering what happened to the original pair, what happened to him, what happened and changed between them. He'd be moved at He Tian's thoughtfulness. Happy how they both cherish this symbol of He Tian's protection and Mo's trust in him.

Maybe He Tian would say that whatever happens they'll figure it out. That whatever happens this is their promise to each other to keep believing in each other and support each other. If He Tian tells Mo he's going away, and they cry and mourn their upcoming separation, he might then tell Mo he's gonna do everything to keep in touch, that he'll be back for him. Asking Mo to wait for him. Or saying he can't ask him that but he wishes he would.

Mo wouldn't run to the bathroom to put on the studs himself. He would let He Tian do it.

And I can only wish that similar to the part where He Tian pushes Mo to the floor, there'd be a different angle of him doing it again. We'd be looking at them from behind the bed. This time He Tian would be leaning in gently, closing the distance between them and Mo letting him as they slowly lay down with Mo's hands wrapped around He Tian's back...

Just some additional thoughts...

While the thought of Mo being left behind is painful and everyone knows how hurt he's gonna be, I can't stop thinking about what He Tian must be going through. He knew about the transfer forever, and then he met Mo and fell in love and even though his feelings only grew stronger he also knew that eventually he'd be forced to move somewhere he doesn't want to go and part with the person he cares about the most.

He Tian has probably been heartbroken ever since he realized his feelings for Mo. This one fact in itself is tragic. Whatever happens next it's going to be so devastating for the both of them.

[thisbipuff-isaswiftie]

Hey there 🤓

I just wanted to ask if you could write an imagine about Chris x female reader? Like the get to know each other on set - she is working there as a make up artist or something and asks him for a favor being her date for family dinner (the fam isn’t very easy) and at the end of working together on set he kisses her at a party in front of everybody? Oder something like that?

Lots of love

Laura

Sure!!! Thanks for the request, Laura!!!!!

Maybe this is a little different than your request but bear with me. And this might be a bit shitty, I'm sorry.

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To Pretend, Or Not To Pretend | Chris Evans

Requested by - @lauraailin

"I want to watch butterflies sit on sunflowers with you~"

Warning: Swearing. Kissing, Angst. Boners. talks of sex. Flirting. Long, like really really long.

Containing: Angst, Fluff too. Friends to lovers. Co-workers to lovers. Shy!Reader, Captain America!Chris, Fake dating! au.

(ok but he is so hot in this GIF)

A normal day at work. Chris sighed as he got in the elevator, a coffee in his hand and the other one in his pocket. He smiled at everybody crossing him, and rolled his eyes at Robert's everyday morning text. Routine for Chris Evans. And a light up in his morning was looking at you.

You were well, you.

The person he loves to share his donuts with, and try weird food combinations with. You were the person that he would make his mission to make smile. And that smile would always make his heart flip. It wasn't really hard to make you smile, but it was easier to make you blush. And, god, did you look beautiful.

Chris chuckled as he saw you running from one place to another, your chestnut hair falling on your eyes. He liked how hard you worked, and you were independent. How you smelled of coffee beans and roses. He walked towards you, and quickly caught you, as you were losing balance. "Hey, beautiful."

You blushed and looked upwards to see your bearded friend. He helped you gain your balance again and held you. "Um, hi." You said in your sweet voice. Chris grinned at you. "How are you?" He asked you, throwing his cup in the garbage can. "I'm good," You said as you watched him, throw it and lead you by your waist. "I'm glad." He said and smiled towards you. Your eyes beamed shyly at him as he studied your face. "What?" you asked him, not really used to the attention he was giving you.

He cleared his throat, "Nothing."

He put a strand of hair behind your ear, and then smiled at you again. How do his cheeks not hurt? "Have a nice day, honey. And are we still on for the ice cream today?"

"I'm in mood for a frozen bottle mood than ice cream, is that alright?" You asked shyly. He rested his hand on the crook of your neck. "That's perfect for me," You smiled at him and giggled, and he swore his heart stopped as his cheeks turned red. "I-I'll see you at 5. I'll come towards your station."

"That's not really-"

"Hey, I want to. Besides, I love to see you work." You shyly looked up at him and blushed. "Really?" He just beamed at you. "Bye, honey."

"Bye." You whispered as he kissed your forehead.

.....

You were listening to your boss explain how he wants the face to be, how it should look in which angle, giving you an idea where to put a good amount of body glitter and where to tone it down. You looked at the actress you were assigned to, Chloe Bennett. You smiled back at her as she smiled at you. She was new at this, but she was very professional. You liked her. How could anyone not? She was pretty and beautiful, definitely did not stutter or shy away like you, and always fit in. Your heart sank in the pit of your stomach as you heard that degrading voice again.

She's the kind of person Chris would go out with.

You sighed as you remembered him.

You met Chris when you were new to the crew. They just started filming Captain America: Winter Soldier. You were the makeup artist assigned to Scarlet, and Chris was always in her trailer, and you never knew why. Scarlet would always give him looks; as if to tell 'i know why you're here but i am sick of you'. He used to make conversation with you and you used to give shy replies. But you never knew why he took an interest in you.

You were just a boring person who never talked out loud or was never wild. And nobody ever took an interest in you. But ever since that assignment, Chris was always around you. He was there when you were assigned to Gwyneth during Iron Man 3. And it was a wonder to you, how he got your number.

You were also wildly clumsy. That's how you got yourself embarrassed in front of him. Somehow, he was always there to catch you when you used slip from running from one trailer to another when they needed you. This job was hectic for you, but you still loved it.

And that was also another reason why you never met your family. Which gave your family another reason to tease you for not dating or not getting a boyfriend.

You hated how your mum would talk with you about how you needed to get married and how that cousin is getting married. You loathed how the aunts would talk about you harshly, even when you were right in front of them. You despised the way your brother would bully you in front of the whole family. The only person who would not talk about it, would be your father. He understood and never pried you about it, and you were so grateful for it.

He knew how it would get your anxiety up and running.

Number 189126th reason why you hated family functions. And one was coming close. Your brother, Luke, was getting married. You didn't want to go, as you had to face relentless comments on 'Look at her, she's not getting any younger.' and 'She is chubby. No wonder she can't get a boy.', and sympathetic looks that you hated the most.

You looked at your watch and sighed. It was almost 5. You became more nervous and your cheeks turned warm as you remembered the person you were supposed to meet. You had a crush on Chris, of course you did. I mean, he is the Chris Evans. He was literally everything a girl or a boy could actually ask for.

He was handsome, sweet and kind, and he had a hell of an ass.

But you were painfully aware, that he could never like you more than a friend.

.....

"What's got you down?"

"Huh?"

You were dumbfounded, snapped out of your thoughts. "I'm sorry, were you saying something?" You asked in your sweet, low voice. Chris looked at you with concern in his eyes. He sucked and licked his finger off, and threw the paper that was wrapped around his sub in the garbage can. "Are you okay? You've been zoned out for half the time." He stated, and your neck turned red again as you looked up at him again. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Well, um." She looked at Chris with hesitation in her actions, "My brother's wedding is coming up, and, well, I hate family functions."

Chris laughed at your directness. "Most people do."

"They pester me relentlessly!"

"About-"

"Well, you know about being single. Why can't I get a boyfriend or something, it's annoying and gets my self-esteem really low for the next whole month."

"Yeah, family can be like that." He studied your face, "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" He asked you. You blushed again, and your stomach turned and twisted nervously. I guess I was waiting for you.

I still am.

"Chris!" You whined. He grinned and gestured you to tell. "Wait, and please don't say work," You shook your head. "Fine I won't say work."

"Let's just say I was busy to think about such things because of my schedule filled with activities that earn me money-?'

Chris rolled his eyes playfully, and you giggled. "And, by the way who would want to date a person who hates attention, and is unbearably shy? Besides, I'm boring! I'm not wild or anything, I hate going to parties and-"

"So? That's what makes you, you." You looked at him with a confused expression. "It what makes you different. I-In a good way. I mean, we don't always want to dance at parties and grind on each other, sometimes-" He glanced at you, "Sometimes, we want to lay on the grass and watch butterflies sit on sunflowers." You looked at him, stunned. You blushed furiously as you found yourself under his intense gaze again. He smiled at you, and you just stared at him.

"thanks?" you said, shyly.

"Sorry," He said and nervously chuckled. "It just came out. I just wanted to say that you are awesome and anybody would be lucky to date you." You giggled and kissed his cheek. He froze, as his cheeks reddened. "You're too sweet."

Chris gaped at you. You're too beautiful.

"Anyway," you stole a glance at Chris, "It's going to be hell. Every relative is going to like interrogate me, make fun of me. Why? Because I haven't got a man. I mean, how stupid is that!?

"But it won't hurt to have someone, you know? Someone to show off to my family, someone that would prevent me from getting bullied by my sisters and brothers." You rambled on. You looked at Chris, who was gaping at you. "I'm sorry." You said, your cheeks reddening again as you realized how much you babbled. "It's okay. You're my friend."

And I love listening to your voice.

You resisted the urge to wince at 'friend'.

"Um, I have an idea." You stared at Chris, who grew nervous. "Yeah?" You asked him. "Tell me," You urged him on. "How about I'll be your boyfriend?" He asked, his voice going low. But you heard him perfect making your ears red, and look up at him, shocked. "W-What?" You whispered. "Well, you know. We'll fake it, so you won't be troubled."

Of course. Fake it. "Mhmm, that'll be nice." you forced out, your heart aching. You didn't know why you were being so emotional. You expected this, didn't you? But, it still hurt. You had to get out of there as you felt your nose getting redder and your eyes starting to sting. "I'll tell you tomorrow, hm? It actually sounds nice. I've to go, seriously, Chloe's waiting."

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Bye, Chris." You hesitantly hugged him, burying your head in his shoulder, taking his scent in. "Thank you for the offer." You whispered and kissed his cheek again, as he you felt him kissing your temple. "Bye, Honey." You smiled at him and walked back.

.....

"Faking it?"

"Mhmm." You hummed back. "Oh come on, why can't you see it? He likes you!" Your face twisted in an outrageous 'the fuck you talkin' about' expression. "El, stop."

"I'm not joking, okay?" You stared at Elizabeth through the laptop screen. "What? Who'll take up the opportunity to be someone's fake boyfriend so that her family will get off her back?"

"Um, I don't know," You raised your eyebrows. "Good friends who care for each other?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "...and love each other." she mumbled. "Oh come on!" You threw your head back. "Look, Olsen. He's never going to like me! I mean i'm-"

"Okay, stop, you idiot. Do you remember what he said to you?"

"That doesn't-!"

"Just tell me what he told you again!"

"Sometimes, we want to lay on the grass and watch butterflies sit on sunflowers"

"Yes. Those are the words of a man who has no romantic feelings towards the person he's saying it to." You rolled your eyes, but your whole face was on fire. Was it possible?

No, God-

"Stop criticizing yourself, okay? You're fucking beautiful, and you know it." You looked down as you stuffed your stuff into your bag. "Thanks." You said, lowly. "Come on!" You looked at Elizabeth, her face had softened. "Let's go out today!" You raised your eyebrows at her. "No.'"

She whined, "Please!"

"We'll go that nightclub your brother's always talking about. Come on! Please. You need a break, okay?"

You sighed and slightly rubbed the bridge of your nose. You did need a break. You sighed, "Fine."

"Yay!"

.....

You weren't supposed to be drunk. You were supposed to take care of Elizabeth. But here you were, stumbling through the bar as you called a cab. Elizabeth..found someone. Someone you obviously did not approve of, but well, she's Elizabeth Olsen. She can handle herself. So you got yourself out. You had no interest in watching sweaty bodies dancing as highly idiotic songs with the most exhausting lyrics playing the background. "Taxi!" You yelled. You were tired.

You felt more than discouraged.

Weren't you enough? Why weren't you like everybody? Why weren't you wild? You groaned loudly and kicked the pavement. Instead of dancing at parties while gulping down vodka shots, you liked drinking lattes while surfing through Barnes & Noble or watching Modern Family while drawing mandala art. You sat down on the ground, and looked around.

Well, you were going to be wild.

Just this time, maybe just maybe, you'll feel like you belong. Maybe you won't get pestered by your family. So you took out your phone and fiddled with it.

Hey, Chris.

I've thought about it, and sure, you'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend :).

.....

You woke up in a messy bed with a weird bed sheet. You turned around quickly, wincing as you felt your brain freezing as the headache crept in. Where were you? You squinted your eyes as you felt the harsh sunshine hitting you. Groaning, you got up and looked around. Awfully familiar. Fortunately, you spotted an aspirin and a glass of water sitting on the bedside table. You reached for the pill, and sighed. Gulping, you got out of the covers. God, what were you wearing. Fucking uncomfortable.

You looked on the floor, and found your phone. You picked up it, and narrowed your eyes as you found weird texts. Great! :)

From Chris.

Your eyes widened in panic, and you quickly went to chats. What was great? What was he talking about? Your heart was racing and your mind was panicking. You took in a deep breath and entered the chat.

I've thought about it, and sure, you'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend :)

Oh dear god.

No, no. No.

"Oh, hey! You're awake!" You jumped as you looked ahead and saw a blonde guy. Now, you were confused as hell. Wait the fuck up. You didn't do anything, did you? But all your clothes were on. You chuckled nervously, "Yeah! I woke up. Uhm-Who-Who are you?" The guy laughed. "Oh, um. I'm here with Elizabeth."

You made an "oh" face as realization hit you. "I'm Dave. Dave Johnson." He held an hand out. You shook it, reluctantly. "Um where is El?"

"Oh! She's in the toilet." You nodded and jumped through the messy bedroom and went right in front of the bathroom. "Elizabeth?" You whispered, as your neck turned red. "Yeah?" She replied back, loudly. "Uhmm, I have a problem. Kind of a big one."

"What kind of a problem?"

"A Chris problem."

You gasped as you felt her hand grasping your forearm, and pulling you in. "Elizabeth-!"

"What kind of a Chris problem?" She asked frantically. You gulped and showed her the text, you studied her face as she read them. "Wait-Didn't you say that you were gonna say no?"

"I drunkenly texted him last night!" You said, and put your hand on your forehead. "You'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend?" Elizabeth snorted, and giggled. You slapped your hands on her shoulder as she squealed. "Hey! Hey! STOP!" You gasped and stopped and narrowed your eyes at her angrily. "What am I gonna do?" You said. "God, I knew going to that going to that nightclub was a bad idea! This your fault, your fault!" You yelled angrily.

"Wait-Oh my god, stop rambling. Listen! Look at this the good way, your family might actually stop teasing you! And your mother will stop pestering you about marriage!" You looked at her, your forehead pinching, as you realized she was right. "But-"

"No! Okay. Try something like this for once, please. Maybe something actually might happen." She wiggled her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, "Nothing's gonna happen, okay? But, fine." Elizabeth squealed. "Yes! Go get some!"

You turned red again. "Shut up! And by the way, speaking of getting some," you cleared your throat. "Who's the blonde Dave out there?" You quietly giggled as you saw her blush, "Did you both-?"

"No! I mean-no. We found you in my bed, when we came home. Yes, we were about to have sex, but we didn't. He helped me placing you neatly, and then we had coffee and talked on the sofa." She said, her voice shy. "All night?"

"All night."

You smiled.

.....

"Hey!" You froze as you heard the voice you loved the most, yet it was the voice that you dreaded hearing the most today. "Honey!"

You blushed at the nickname and turned around. You looked at him and smiled, your cheeks turned more of a furious red when he grinned at your smile. He had such a beautiful smile. "Hi," He said and looked at you somewhat shyly. "Hey," you said softly. Chris' heart was beating harder, oh how he loved hearing your wondrous voice. It always made him soft and fuzzy from the inside. "So," he took a deep breath. He was nervous. He took a risky step, suggesting that they create a ruse. A ruse that held them dating so that your family will get off your back. It was an honest idea; just so her family will leave her alone.

But it also felt like....like an opportunity. A chance that maybe she will also like him back, or maybe it was his one chance at being her boyfriend, being her partner, to love her, to hold her, to be hers. Even if it was all fake, perhaps this was his only opportunity. It still ached.

"You said yes!" He exclaimed as if she had truly given him a chance to date her. You looked at him nervously, groaning on the inside. Honestly, those blues of his can be the cruelest. "Mhmm," you hummed back giving him your most happy smile. His blue eyes can make you do anything. They were mesmerizing. Yet they were also intimidating for you. Those blues would dominate your thoughts so easily. How could you tell him that you couldn't do this?

"When is the wedding exactly?" He asked you, as he continued to walk you down to your department. "Uhm," you cleared your throat. "Next weekend. If that's okay for you?" you asked him. "That's aweso-I mean, yeah i'm good." You softly giggled at his mixed reply. "Okay," you said as you looked at him adoringly.

"I'll have to tell them that i'm bringing someone." You rolled your eyes, "That's going to be.....ughhhh." You groaned. You could practically picture how it was going to be. But your thoughts were averted when you felt Chris' hand on your shoulder and felt his breath on your ear. "Maybe we can start our ruse then." You raise your eyebrow at that, but he just grins.

.....

"What are you going to do?" You asked him again and again. But he just dismissed you with a mischievous grin and a 'trust me' or a kiss on your cheek. You were at your home and ready to video call our brother. "You ready?" Chris asked, his voice masked with playfulness. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at him with sheer boredom.

"Kay'." You called them on your laptop and took in a deep breath, bracing for teasing that will probably result in a mental breakdown or the most agonizing overthinking session in the middle of night. "Hey there, sis!" your brother greeted you. You laughed nervously, "Hey." you said back. "So, why did you call? I mean besides that you're alone, and you have no one to talk to? Hehe." He joked, but it still hurt you. "Um, about that-"

"You must be so miserable, watching actors flirt with someone that is not you." He laughed again, you looked around, uncomfortable. You were already feeling like crying. Your brother was teasing you about how pathetic you were in front of your crush. "Yeah, so why did you call?" He continued as your voice already died in your throat.

Chris raised his eyebrows, how can your brother be so rude to you? He knew this was making you upset, he could see through you so easily. "About my seating? Yeah, um-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're coming alone, no need to tell me again." He said, rolling his eyes. You flinched but continued on. "No, about that, Luke. I'm bringing someone." You sighed as you waited for the retorts and the jokes that would hurt you to the core. But all that you were greeted with was silence. Deafening silence. Chris waited for your brother's reply in the kitchen, craning his neck.

Your breath trembled because the silence was more undermining and pathetic. "Are you serious?" Your brother asked you, his voice astonished. God, you were so pathetic. You sighed again, and nodded and smiled. "Oh my god!!!" Your brother started laughing. Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. You looked at him with glossy eyes, that were serious. "Wait-!" He studied your face, "Y-You're serious?" He asked you and you nodded. "No you can't be!" He said.

That was Chris' cue.

"Hey, honey! What did you want for lunch? I could make something or do you wanna order takeout?" He asked you loudly, so that your brother would hear him. Your spine froze and you saw your video on the call and saw Chris walking without a shirt on in the kitchen. Your brother squinted and looked behind you. Your cheeks turned a furious red as you stared aghast at Chris. That was his plan?

"Who the fuck is that?"

Chris turned around and saw you on the call. He pretended to be surprised and came walking towards you. Hotness consumed your whole body, as he came closer and closer. "Oh, you finally called! She can be very forgetful, can't she?" He asked your brother, who was dumbfounded, looking at very sculptured Chris. He put his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. You were sure that you looked like the apple that you dressed up as at your school's annual gathering. "Um, y-yeah I guess-guess-" Your brother stuttered.

"I like, had to remind her so many times to call you." He feigned his kindness towards your brother. Your brother was speechless, and couldn't say anything. Chris internally smirked at his state. "Hi, I'm Chris Evans." He introduced himself. Your brother visibly gulped, "Y-Yeah I know you, you're a," he cleared his throat. "You're a very talented actor." Chris grinned, "Thanks."

"So, I guess it's clear that we're gonna need two seats, right next to each other, obviously."

"Mhmm." Your brother hummed as a reply. "I'll get on that."

"Thank you," Chris said as you mumbled a 'thank you' too. "Your sister is wonderful, she's the most beautiful person ever," Chris kissed your cheek and lingered over there. "Hang in there." He mumbled to you, quietly. You just nodded, but you were getting comfortable in his chest and snuggled more. "We'll see you at the wedding!" Chris said.

You get up from your position, unwillingly obviously, and looked at your brother looking between you. "Bye." You said, and ended the call. You were unsure about what to do now. You slowly turned to be met with a Chris with his playful smile on. You grinned shyly. This felt...awesome. To watch your brother's face dumbfounded. "Wow." you said, and chuckled. "That was...great." you said, looking at Chris, who still had his hand around your waist, pulling you close.

"I know." He said proudly and looked at you. You looked at him-no, you beamed at him with adorableness. He blushed as he got caught under your gaze. "Actually, that was awesome!" You said out loud, but turned red again when you realized what you did. "I mean-I've never seen my brother so, so-"

"Captain-ed." Chris said slyly, and you raised your eyebrow.

"Did you make that up, or some guy tweeted it?"

"I...made that up." He sighed. You shook your head and chuckled. "How about this? For that special treat, I owe you." you offered. "Oh, you're gonna regret that.." Chris said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Am i?" you said with a confident smile. "I want your special vanilla pancakes and your L/N's special bacon for breakfast," He said, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh come on!" You whined.

"Please," He begged you and pouted. You blushed again, suddenly acknowledging the fact that he was still very shirtless, and just nodded. You walked towards your kitchen and bit your lip. Chris just scratched his neck and stared at you cooking. You always looked so...mesmerizing when you worked. The way your so tempting, so kissable lips turned red as you bit them down, and eyes would go wide when you concentrate hard. You would look so bloody gorgeous. It made him distract and he would just dive deep down into...well, you.

Chris sighed and fixed his beautiful blue hues on your figure that worked swiftly.

You were making the batter for your pancake when you realized that Chris was staring at you with his eyes that held a weird expression. You couldn't make out what exactly he was feeling, but you blushed furiously under his daze. You cleared your throat and looked at him with a somehow hopeful feeling. Chris snapped out of his daze and realized you were staring at him. His heart pounded against his chest, and he thought that you were thinking about what a weirdo he was. He scratched his nape and looked at the ground. "Sorry," He mumbled, and you just smiled, your eyes sparkling. "It's alright." You said, your voice shy. "Can I help you?" He asked.

"Um," You looked around the counter, "You know what, could you stir the batter, while I go freshen myself?" You asked, and he just nodded and walked towards you. You tried to take your apron off, but the tie was jumbled and you couldn't get hold of it. You groaned and turned around, but your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw Chris standing right in front of you.

Standing very close to you.

He looked down at you, and you swallowed, feeling intimidated by his height. Your eyes glanced up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. "You need any help?" You just nodded, not realizing that his voice went down to a whisper. You glanced at him again, heat rising in both of your bodies, as you turned again.

Chris gulped as he saw the back of your sundress, you looked so beautiful. His fingers brushed down at your back and you gasped softly. Your stomach took leaps, that you internally begged for to stop, as one of his hands grasped your waist gently and pulled you a little close. Chris glanced at your reflection from the fridge in front of you, he exhaled deeply and slowly started to pull a strand and release the tie. He looked at your neck intently as he heard you sigh when you felt his breath on your neck.

You breathed in when he was done, and stood still for a few seconds, and then twisted again. Your eyes didn't dare to glance at him, and you gulped again. You took of your apron and kept it on the counter, "Thank you," you whispered. You stepped away from him to your room.

"Fuck." Chris whispered to himself, as you were out of the kitchen. What was happening to them? He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the bowl full of batter.

While you quickly closed your door and rested your head against it. You sighed and bit your lip as you allowed your eyes to stare at the ceiling.

This was really going to be interesting.

.....

"Did you take everything?" Elizabeth yelled from the other room. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes. "Yes mom!" you said cockily. "Well, don't blame me when you forget your only comfortable bra!" She said and you sighed.

Clothes for 4 days. Check.

Toiletries. Check.

Passport. Check.

Book to read. Check.

Being in love with Chris Evans. Check.

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck. Why was this happening to you? Why couldn't you have a normal life and not be in love with a celebrity who does not like you?

You checked your watch, 4.25.

You turned your head when you heard El walking in. She clapped her hands and looked at the bag, "You need help closing it?" You shook your head. She sighed and plopped down on your bed. Her eyes landed on your concerned face. "Hey," She took your hand. "Everything's going to be fine, don't worry." You smiled and nodded. "So," She emphasized on the 'o'. You narrowed your eyes at her. "What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering when your knight in shining armor will arrive." She said nonchalantly, you rolled your eyes. "I told you to stop calling him that!" She grinned. "What? He is your knight in shining armor! Look at how he jumped up to help you! And he's also picking you up....."

You sat down on your bed. "I told him that he doesn't need to do that." You told her, "And what did he say?" She asked, tauntingly.

"What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't?" You mumbled quietly. "What? I couldn't hear you?" You rolled your eyes. "He said, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't!" You lied down on the bed and stared at your fan. "When is your flight again?"

"5.15."

"-and when is he coming?" You raised your eyebrows and gestured to the door when you both hear the doorbell ring. "He's here." You say, secretly smirking. She rolled her eyes and got up. You went and opened the door, and smiled at Chris who smiled at you too. "Come in," You invite him and let him inside. You closed the door, and walked towards the door. "You done packing?" He asked. "Obviously." you said cockily.

He chuckled and took off his sunglasses. He looked at you, scanning his eyes up and down. You turned red. He smiled and checked your new blue jumpsuit, you looked really cute. And sexy. Chris' ear turned pink, and he quickly brushed off the thought. But he still kept staring you, making your heart race under his gaze again. Why did he always look at you like that?

You were both interrupted by a cough. You played with your toes while Chris snapped his neck at the voice. "Okay, you two lovebirds. You should get going." Chris eyebrows scrunched and you giggled quietly. He looked so adorable like that. Chris smiled at your giggle but still kept looking at the person that interrupted his daze. "Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me. Now don't you wanna get along?" She said, impatiently. "El!" You scolded her while walking towards your room. You shook your head at your bag still open on your bed. You really needed help with that. You nervously scratched your neck. "Chris!" You called him. "Yeah honey?" He came and looked at you and then glanced at the bag. Nodding his head, he came towards you and gestured for you to do something that you didn't understand. "What?" He shook his head and suddenly grasped your waist with both his hands and lifted you up and settled you on the bag. You squealed and quickly put your hands around his neck. He sighed sharply and you looked at how close our faces were.

Coughing, you looked down as he moved away a bit. You looked up again and smiled sweetly at him. "Knees towards your chest." He instructed and you laughed while doing the same. He pulled your chain and closed the bag, and suddenly lifted you up again, while you wrapped your hands around his neck again. You softly giggled and kissed his nose as he blushed. "Shall we?" He asked and took your hand. You nodded and lifted your bag.

"I thought you guys took a little detour," Elizabeth stated loudly. "Shut up Olsen!" You both yelled in unison. She just put both of her hands up in surrender.

He led towards the car and you drove off to the airport.

.....

"Please return to your seats, and fasten your belts. We're about to land in 20 mins. Thank you."

You looked away from the window and turned your eyes on Chris. He was asleep, with his goggles lopsided on his nose. You giggled quietly at him and tapped his nose and he woke up, startled. "Good morning." You said and giggled quietly. He just groaned again and kept his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes again. You smiled sweetly and nudged him with your shoulder. "Huh?" He hummed. "We're about to land," You said. But he just whined and snuggled his head more into your shoulder. You chuckled and kissed his forehead making him blush. "Come on, you can sleep on the way home." You said and he mumbled a small 'okay' making you giggle again.

You turned your head back to your window and gazed over the fields.

The sun was stalking over the beautiful marigold fields that you remembered you took your picnics to. You gasped as you saw some familiar streets as the plane lowered slowly. You came rarely here, so it never ceased to excite you even though you spent years of your childhood here. You sighed and looked forward as the plane was about to touch the ground again. "Hey," You heard Chris whisper.

"Hey." You whispered back. "Happy to be back home?" He asked you, his voice low. You shrugged and breathed in. "Kinda." He smiled and kissed your temple. You leaned in his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You were just not ready for the rollercoaster ahead of you.

.....

You could feel prying eyes as you walked towards your front door. You just knew that your brother had gloated to your mother and she was probably waiting for you. You sighed and walked on your front porch, and looked back, waiting for Chris. He smiled at you and jogged towards you, he kissed your forehead and walked towards the door with you. "You ready?" You nodded and heavily knocked on the door. You internally scoffed when the door opened instantly. "Hello!" Your mom greeted you. "Hi." You said and smiled weakly.

"Hello there." Your mom went towards Chris. Chris chuckled nervously, and awkwardly waved at her. "Well come on in!" She said and opened the door wide. You pulled your bag with you, but Chris intervened. "Let me take it, honey." He said but you just shook your head. He kissed your cheek again making you blush harder, as he took your bag as well as his. Your mom raised your eyebrows as you became shy.

You took off your scarf and hung it on the stand. Chris expectantly with lips pressed against each other. "Oh!" You exclaimed. "Right, down the hall, second room on the left. He nodded and sprinted, as you giggled. As he disappeared from the scene, your mom stepped towards you. "He's..well, let's not be modest, he's hot. How'd you nail him?"

"Mom!" You said, embarrassed. "What?" She said and shrugged. You shook your head, "Where's dad?" You mumbled. "Dad!!" You called. "I'm right here, pumpkin." You grinned as you saw your dad come in with a beer in his hand. "Dad!!!" You hugged him tightly.

"Hi, sweetheart."

You pulled back but then rest your head on his chest again. "I heard that you have a guy now? hmm?" You playfully rolled your eyes. "Be nice." You whispered. "Yeah, we don't wanna drive him away. This might be the last chance she gets a boyfriend, I mean she's not getting any prettier." Your mom spoke up. You gulped down the urge to cry your eyes out right there as your heart clenched. Your dad was about to retort but you pulled him back. You smiled weakly at your dad who rubbed your shoulders to comfort you. Chris came in his hands rubbing each other.

Your dad raised his eyebrows at him. You cleared your throat and got out of your father's embrace as he fold his arms and went towards Chris. "Mom, Dad." You said and looked at Chris, who smiled so lovingly at you. "This is my boyfriend, Chris Evans." You announced and sighed as Chris slipped his hand around your waist. You smiled at him and he leaned to kiss your cheek. "So you're the one who's trying to win my daughter?" Your dad asked and you rolled your eyes. "Dad-"

"Well, guess what hotshot. She's not an object to win, got it?" Chris nodded. "Yes sir." He said. He smiled proudly when your father put his hand out for him to shake. Chris grabbed his hand and they shook, firmly. Your dad nodded in approval. "Good grip." You bit your lip as you saw Chris' hand, his big hand. It's so larger than yours, but it still fits perfectly. You blush as Chris links his hand with yours.

"Come on, I need help with dinner."

"Oh, I'll help you!" Chris volunteered. Your mom raised her eyebrows again. "He's a great cook, mom. And I'm sure he'll not spoil your mashed potatoes secret." Your mom nodded and gestured for Chris to come with her. You giggled as you heard her say, "I just put some vodka in it, and they think its some kind of family secret I've been keeping."

You knew that Chris was going to fit just right.

.....

You settled in your bedroom and looked at the room. It had been so long since you've been here. You grinned as you saw all your posters that you hung up, the small song quotes you wrote on the wall, and the doodles that you drew on the desk when you were bored.

"Wow," You jumped when you heard him say that. You didn't notice him there, "Sorry if I startled you, honey." He said and held your shoulders from behind. "What was the 'wow' for?"

"Well," he chuckled. "I'm in the y/n's room!"

"The? I would add the 'The' if I was in your room!"

Chris shook his head and roamed around in your room. He chuckled at the small bed. Wait. There were gonna have to sleep together in the small bed. Chris cleared his throat. He imagined what it would be, cuddling you while sleeping, waking up to you and your bushy morning hair. Your scent stuck to the pillow-

"So you'll be sleeping here?" Your mom came in. You blushed at the thought of you both sleeping together. "Well, yeah." Chris said and shrugged. "Okay." She said, "Dinner's ready in 30 mins. And your brother's fiance is coming."

"Oh, great!" You said. You've been wanting to meet her, but never had the chance to, obviously. Your brother never told you about her. He blames it on you, of course, but sometimes you feel bad about being so busy. She goes leaving you both alone. "So..."

"So..."

"You wanna unpack?" You both say in unison. You both laugh awkwardly and just nod at each other. "Come on, I'll help you." Chris offered when he saw you struggling at picking up your bags. "Here you go." He strained as you both lifted your bag up.

"We're staying for just four days, what have you got in here? It's so heavy?" He asked as he sat down on the bed. You giggled at his question, and moved closer to him. He feigned being tired and you smiled at him, putting a strand of his hair back when it lands on his eyes. "Nothing, it's just gifts. For the family." You said and sighed. Chris looked at you as you played with honey brown hair. He inhaled sharply as he felt your hand going through his hair. He stared right in front of him, your waist coming in his eye level. He slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your waist/stomach. You sighed calmly, but your heart was thudding against your chest so loudly. Chris snuggled more into your warmth and you giggled quietly.

"Still tired, are we?" You asked, your voice low.

Chris just nodded into your stomach and you chuckled again. "Okay." You whispered and kissed his head. Chris was just relieved that his face was hidden because he was looking like a tomato. He gripped your waist tighter, when you tried wiggle out. "Come on, you sleep for 20 mins, I'll go freshen up." Chris whined and moved his head side to side.

You rested your chin on his head. "okay. Then what do you want to do?"

Chris effortlessly picked you up as you silently squealed. He layed down on the bed and laid you down on his body. You looked up to him, "Are you sure this isn't uncomfortable for you?" You asked him, but he just mouthed 'nope'. You then rested your head on his chest, but were startled when he slightly jumped. You looked up again, your forehead pinching. He gulped, "I mean we can move if you're uncomfortable."

You just rested your head on his chest again and sighed, your eyes closing. You felt him relaxing and you slightly smiled and snuggled more into him. Chris smiled and closed his eyes too, breathing in your scent. You yawned as you felt slumber coming to you while you listened to Chris' calm heart beating.

.....

You came out of the bathroom carefully, not wanting to wake up Chris. You bit your lip from smiling when you saw him sleeping on your bed, he looked so cute. "Wow, you are smitten." You jumped and looked in the direction the voice came from. "Oh, I didn't you were here." You said shyly.

"We came here 5 mins ago. Mom was wondering how much time it was taking you, so she sent me." You nodded at his answer. You smiled and looked at him, "So? How's the missus?"

"Not yet. God, I can't wait anymore." He said. You chuckled. "Look who's smitten now." He shook his head and looked at you as you combed your hair. "no, but seriously. How did you nail him?" He asked, and you nervously looked down. "I was his make-up artist, I am his make-up artist. We came closer, and I fell for him. Honestly, I thought it was unrequited love. But he just one day blurted out that he was in love with me and couldn't keep it in anymore."

"Awww." He said. "Yeah." You sighed.

"Well, you're lucky. I mean Chris Evans," He emphasized. "And you." He said, his voice going down as if to say that you were inferior. You hummed back, not amused by his comment because you honestly expected this. You looked at the dress, it was black and had floral designs on it, and had a net neckline that went deep until a bit of your cleavage showed, it fell right above your knees. You twirled a bit and smiled. "I hate you, but you look beautiful right now."

You chuckled dryly. "Thank you."

"But damn, not beautiful enough for him to like you. Like I know he could've done better but..." He trailed off as he went outside the room. "By the way, welcome back sister." You shook your head and looked back. Your apparent boyfriend was still sleeping. You sat beside him and went to mess his hair until his hand caught your wrist. You gasped as he pulled you closer to him, his breath fanning his face. "What he said is not true, got it?" He said, his voice deep.

"What?" You whispered.

"What he said-you are not beautiful enough to date me'-I m-mean any other guy, who may be an actor, a singer, a damn millionaire, you are so fucking beautiful and smart a-and," He gulped. "-and lovely. Any guy would so friggin' lucky to have you, you know that right?"

You nodded, your eyes leaving his blue hues to how close your bodies were. You gulped, your eyes shy, not wanting to meet his sparkling crystal blue eyes. "Mhmm." Chris looked at you, he breathed in your state. He loved to see you so flustered, it made him want to kiss you-

"They're starting dinner in 10 minutes, you might want to freshen up a bit." You said. He just nodded and moved, directly going to the bathroom. You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

You looked up to the ceiling and take a deep breath. How is this supposed to help? How was this supposed to help you get over him?

You were falling deeper now. And you didn't want to stop yourself.

"You ready?"

"As long as you are, honey."

.....

You sighed and looked outside the room, as the clouds cleared up, and the sun came up. Your chest was trembling when tears blurred your vision as you remembered the scene of last night. Your head was hurting of the overthinking and embarrassment, it was too much. You felt arms slither around your waist and you rested your head on his chest, sniffling. "Good morning."

You smiled and closed your eyes. "Mhmm."

Chris held you and kissed your head. He looked at you as you swayed in his arms. "What are you doing?" He asked, his neck craning forward. "Well, we have to dance at the wedding. Shouldn't we practice?"

"We have to dance?"

"Well yeah. It's necessary, and by the way, it gives you the chance to impress me with your dance skills." You say cockily. He smirked and picked you up, twirling you around. You let out an adorable gasp and quickly gripped his shoulders, holding for life. He laughed when he noticed the look on your face. You scoffed and looked away, "You have to stop doing that." His heart went warm when he saw your cute pout.

He grabbed your waist again and turned you, pulling you close, and swaying side to side. He leaned in your ear as your whole body went hot. "Never." You giggled as he twirled you on the ground, and then pulled you in and jumped and went around dancing and waltzing with you. You smiled, your teeth showing, your heart flowing.

You giggled as he dipped you suddenly and you held onto his shoulders and inhaled sharply as your noses touched together. When he pulled you back up, you rested your head on his shoulder and he pulled you more closer, swaying at the silent melody.

He sighed and buried his head into your hair, as you did in the crook of his neck. Only if you could stay like this forever.

But you both suddenly jumped back. You turned to meet with, amelia, your brother's fiance. "Oh hello." She said, suppressing a sly smile. You knew she was secretly watching you both. You blushed and stepped away from Chris. "Hi," you muttered shyly. Chris cleared his throat and looked at you, "I should shower." You nodded as he moved to the bathroom. "Oh, and the men are calling you to get a beer and play pool? Like they're leaving after 40 mins." Chris nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you."

"And we have to go shopping!" She linked her hands with you and you chuckled at her. "Yes, yes we do. So, don't interrupt us." You said cockily. You giggled as Chris raised his brows and raised his hands in surrender. "Wouldn't think of it. Oh, and" He walked towards you and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering there a little while. "Bye, honey." You looked up at him, flustered and caught off guard. You cmiled shyly at him and nodded. "Bye."

You bit your lip and walked away with Amelia, your cheek tingling from where he kissed you.

Amelia nudged your shoulder and you looked at her. "He's right. You are so smitten." She giggled as you positively reacted and blushed.

"Shut up."

.....

You walked through the market, looking at the beautiful souvenirs, jewellery, and dresses, and silently squealed as you saw your favourite bakery. "So..." You heard amelia's voice. You smiled dreamily, "So..." You repeated on. "Oh come on! Tell me how it is to be with him!" She whined.

You giggled and looked back at her. "Magical." You whispered.

She squealed and followed your pace. "I need more details! Is he the brooding type or does he like to cuddle? Or is he one of those guys that are tough from the outside but are just like a teddy bear from the inside. "Quite the opposite actually." You answered. You heard Amelia gasp and chuckled. "Tell me more, please!"

"Alright, alright. But you have to buy me a bagel first. Ooh and you're gonna have to let me browse in Barnes & Noble." Amelia nodded and dragged you to sit on a bench nearby. "Well...?"

You took a deep breath. "He's the best. Like he's so soft with me and never ever hurts me. He likes to hug me, and oh the many forehead kisses I get, but I can't get enough of them," You sighed, realizing how true these facts actually were. "He likes to cuddle with me, and always takes me out for lunch from work. Like it's our thing you know? He's like....perfect. And I know nobody's perfect but he's like so nice and kind, and I can't point out that something that he has, but he's makes me feel so...giddy. Makes me feel as if I'm the only girl in the world." You breathed calmly as you chose your words. "And, god, am i in love with him.

You smiled shyly as you heard her softly giggle beside you.

"Oh, that you are." She said and took hold of your forearm again. "You are so whipped."

You smiled, but you smiled painfully, suddenly being aware of the fact that it is all play. It's all fake and just to show. Your heart ached by realizing that this might be just an act. That all the sweet nothings that he whispers in your ear is to convince, but it felt so real.

After all, he's an actor, isn't he?

You sighed and looked at Amelia and chuckled. You smiled in pain, because of the fact that you're in love with him, and you're in so deep. But he doesn't love you.

And he never will.

"Oooh, and what about sex?" Your breath hitched in your throat and you blushed. You looked down, and bit your lip. "I'm not talking about that." You mumbled shyly. Amelia 'ooh'-ed once again and your heart started beating faster. "Just one tiny detail."

Your brain started thinking mischievously and you started to get up. "He's very dominating. And I love it."

.....

"Hey, are you okay?" Chris asked you. You tightly smiled at him, and nodded. You were trying so hard not to tear up, but just looking at him made your ears ring. It was too much for you, to look at him and feel so loved, but knowing it was all false. You breathed in deep and sighed as you placed your napkin on your lap. You tried your best to convince Chris that you were alright, but he sensed something was wrong.

To him, you were as transparent as a new glass window. He could literally see through you. "Are you sure?" You hummed in response. He felt confused. He looked down at your hand, he wanted to hold your soft hand and draw circles on them. He sighed and smiled at the family while shoving his napkin into his collar. You cleared your throat and looked around.

You all were out to have dinner in a restaurant. It was the oldest restaurant in your town, and it was rated the best, You remembered the many times you came here when you were little. You smiled at the memories. "So what do you want to order?" Your dad asked. You looked at the menu. "I'm really in the mood to eat indian." You said.

Your mom raised her eyebrows, judgingly. "Really, Y/n? Maybe you should get a salad, you have to fit in your bridesmaid's dress." You breathed in heavily, tears clouding your eyes. You looked down and tried to keep your eyes away from everybody else. But your father and Chris knew what was going on. Your father was about to open his mouth, but then Chris started to speak. "Actually Indian seems good, nice choice baby." He said and kissed your cheek. You blushed and glanced up at him and bit your lip. Before you know it, you kissed his cheek.

Chris' heart skipped a beat.

Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just done. You swallowed, and looked down, while Chris was biting his lip, his whole face heating up. "Sorry." you mumbled, so only he could hear it. But he just smiled and shook his head. "It's okay." He said sheepishly. He quickly kissed your temple and studied the menu.

"Oh my gosh, Charlie!!" You heard your mom's shrill cry. You looked up, your eyebrows scrunched up. Charlie? Which Charlie was she talking about-oh. You swallowed your saliva when you saw him. Chris looked up when you did, his face reciprocated one of concern. Who was Charlie? He looked at the guy that was grinning and waving at your mom, side-glancing you. He had wavy raven hair, that were a bit longer, and green eyes, and he was wearing a long purple shirt that hung on his strong shoulders. He was wearing a locket and he wrapped his arms around your mother as he went to hug her. Chris' eyes narrowed when he saw his silver chain bracelet hanging on his wrist, on his veiny hands. Who was this guy?

He looked down at you, a questioning look across his face, but his jaw clenched as more confusion and some kind of anger spread in his chest when he saw you gaping at him.

You raised your eyebrows at him, what was he doing here? "Y/n, honey, you do remember Charlie?" You smiled politely. "Of course, I do." Hell, he was your first boyfriend and your prom date. He was your first love and heartbreak. Of course, you remembered him. "Hey, Charlie." You said, softly. He looked back at you, you didn't notice it but he practically lit up when you spoke to him. "Hi, there."

You smiled at him. Why exactly was he here? You thought, Chris' burning stare going unnoticed. "Why don't you join us?" Your mom asked politely. But Charlie shook his head, "No, It's alright, besides I'm here with my friends."

"Well, you have to come to the wedding!" You said. He looked at you, his eyes suddenly shining. "Of course I'm coming, love. Your brother has invited me to his bachelor party so..." You blushed from embarrassment as you hear him call you 'love'. You nodded at him, and smiled again. But by this time, Chris was fuming. Who the hell was this guy? Why was he calling you 'love'? Who the fuck gave him the right to call you love? His knuckles were white, and he wanted nothing but to kiss you in front of him and claim you his.

"Y/n, why don't you walk him to his table?" You looked at your mom, your face adorned with question, now. What was she trying to do? But as she gestured you to go on, you felt a grip on your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat when you turned to Chris who was clenching his jaw. You scrunched your eyebrows at him but he just shook his head. You flushed under his intense gaze, your beat increasing fast.

You bit your lip at your mom who was slightly smirking, while your father shook his head. "Um, I should go. Bye, Mrs, L/n, Bye, Y/n." Charlie said his goodbye's and went back to his table. Chris gulped and looked down his lap, but then he slightly smiled when he felt your hand softly placed on his. You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. He got mesmerized when he locked his eyes with yours, yours that were shiny and beautiful and so gentle, and it made his heart feel warm.

"So, you want chicken tandoori or shahi panner?"

After dinner, you all were getting in the car, and that's when Charlie came to you. "Hey, um Y/n if you don't mind, can I walk you home." You looked back at your family and then turned back to him. "Um, sure." Chris glared at the guy. He did not like him. At all. He didn't like the way he looked at you. Only he could-Chris violently coughed, and put a hand on his chest. You jogged towards him and ran a hand on his back. He cleared his throat, and smiled at the way concern was etched adorably on your face. "I'm fine, Honey." He said and kissed your temple. You pouted and fixed his hair.

You turned to go towards Charlie, until you felt Chris holding your hand. "Be careful. And please come quickly." He says, you smiled and blushed at the way he looked at you with worried eyes. You got this sudden courage in your heart and kissed his nose. "I promise, bubba." You bit your lip and walked away from him.

.....

You sighed as you walked alongside your ex-boyfriend. You were ever so grateful that the silence between you was comfortable and not awkward or embarrassing at all. Your silence got interrupted by his statement. "So how long have you two been dating?" You looked at him incredulously. "What?"

"You and that Blue And Dreamy Eyes guy, he looks like he has the hots for you. You know he looks like he should be the face of American Eagle or something." You giggled at that comment. "Well, we're....um been dating for 7 months..?"

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You're lying. You'll never bring your boyfriend to meet your family, especially for a family function, when you've only been dating for 7 months. I remember how many times you've deliberately avoided me meeting your parents as your boyfriend." He looked back at you to see you flushed. "What are you hiding, my bookish beauty?" You laughed at your apparent nickname. "Seriously, when are you gonna stop calling me that?" He just shook his head at you. "Now, answer my question."

"I-I'm not hiding anything from you o-or a-any body e-else." You stammered. "You're a really, really bad liar, love." You pouted at him. "Shut up, I'm a great liar." He raised his eyebrows, scoffing, amused at your reply. "You know, like your apparent lover, I can see through you."

You groaned loudly. "Fine. We're not really dating, but we're pretending to, so that my family can stop being so fucking annoying and taunting about me not having a boyfriend." He turned at you, and tilted his head in a way to say, "Really?". You scrunched up your nose and nodded. "Yup. And he suggested it, voluntarily." You said, holding up your hands. Charlie sighed. "So, what exactly is your relationship with him?" You shrugged, "Co-workers. Like you know I'm his-well not really his, one of the make-up artists, and he's an actor." You explained. Charlie shook his head, and then looked at you again. "It's more than that. I know it's more than that. It's kind of obvious."

You looked at the ground. "We're...friends." Charlie looked up in the sky, and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Nope."

"Fine! We're well friends, that are really, really close, but um the kind that contains unrequited love...?" You said, and sighed, not sure how to explain. Charlie nodded at you while squinting his eyes. "So you're the one with the unrequited love, or he's the one?" You looked at him. "Me, obviously." You stated, in a 'duh' tone. Charlie shook his head, chuckling. "Wow, you are still oblivious as hell."

Not knowing what he was talking about, you fell into silence. But after considering your pause, Charlie spoke up again. "Do you not realize how much that guy loves you? Like have you seen the way he looked at you? And the way he got possessive and jealous when your mother told you to walk me to my table. He looked like he was about to pounce on me, and yell that you're his." He said, and you scoffed. "You do realize that we're pretending? Which technically means acting, which is practically his profession?" You said as you rolled your eyes.

"How can you not know that he's utterly in love with you? You haven't changed at all!"

"What the hell do you mean, Charlie?"

He shook his head. "Do you remember that guy in 6th grade that used to sit beside you every algebra class? He fell in love with you. Even after he had gotten the hang of algebra, he asked you to tutor him. Why? Because he loved you!" You shook your head. "No he didn't! He was a bloody jerk Charlie! He hated me, he even looked at me with disgust when the teacher told him to sit next to me!"

"Wow. Anyways, do you remember that jock that helped you improve your baseball? Well, yeah he fell in love with you too."

"No he didn't! He called me miserably insecure in front of the whole popular crowd!" He shook his head. "That was because he was angry and jealous which is not an excuse by the way, because you were getting too close with the guy from the robotics club. Who fell in love with you too, by the way. He just couldn't express his feelings, well, because he was a literal robot," He said, and you replayed all the memories from school, and widened your eyes in disbelief. "Seriously?" You asked him.

"Mhmm. You were very oblivious to realize it, all of those boys believed that they knew they had no chance because you didn't love yourself," He continued. "At that time at least. Right now, it's different. You look so confident." You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Because I got away from my family, and got into the world, instead of believing their insults."

"True."

"-But there is no way Chris is in love with me!" Charlie sighed dramatically. "God! Would you believe me for once!" You stuck your tongue out and he pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed at your silliness. There was a silence between you again. And you sighed, remembering the bittersweet memories of you both being a couple, causing trouble. "I'm really glad that we stayed friends." You shivered and pulled Chris' jacket closer to you.

"Yeah me too."

You walked towards your house and looked at the freshly made statue, and pointed at it. It was a statue of a pile of books, stacked onto each other with a girl laying on top, pointing to the sky. You looked at Charlie, your mouth agape. "The new mayor is a woman. A well-educated woman with brilliant ideas and she's a big feminist, and everybody loves her."

"Thats nice."

"Listen, please just consider him being in love with you for a moment. Go home and just take a closer look, you'll see what everybody literally knows." You glanced at him, and then back on the ground, nodding. "Thanks, you idiot." Charlie laughed and bobbed his head. "Bye, love."

"Bye, Charlie." You said, in a singsong way.

.....

Chris sighed and played with a string that was on his bed. When are you coming back? It was not like he felt that you couldn't protect yourself, it was just...that he didn't trust the guy. Charlie. Who was he to you? Was he someone important to you? He looked at the clock in your bedroom and grunted. I swear to god if he tries anything...

But Chris groaned and ran a hand through his face. Why did the fact that you were some other guy that he didn't trust bother him so much? I mean he wasn't your boyfriend or anything...As Chris laid back down on your bed, images went through his head, unpleasant images. Charlie kissing you, Charlie touching your skin and placing kisses on them, his hands roaming around your body, Charlie making you moan....

He didn't realize that by the time these images went through his head, his fists were clenched, and smoke was coming out of his ears like some tea kettle. Chris breathed in deeply and sighed, calming down as your scent from your pillow reached his lungs. You were the only one that could calm him down. You were the one that made him happy. You were the one that was his anchor. It was you. Only you.

He was in love with you.

God. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and love you. And then there was that pang in his heart. That wouldn't be possible, would it? How would you like him? Hell, he was sure you would never even dream of it. He was just your...friend. Fake boyfriend. He looked at the photo next to your bed on the table. It was you in a stitch onesie, you looked sleepy but were still showing a peace sign. You were probably 4-5 years old. He grinned at the photo. "She was five years old, we were traveling for two days and didn't have time to rest, and when we finally reached our house, she was very sleepy. So, we put her into her favourite onesie, and then finally before sleeping we took a picture of her." Chris looked back to see your father leaned on the door frame of your bedroom.

"I thought you all were asleep."

Your father chuckled. "If you think I'm gonna sleep when my baby is out, then son, you're wrong." He said and Chris chuckled and nodded. He knew that your father was protective of you, every father is. He looked back at your photo and smiled at it. "You're a good guy, Chris." Chris chuckled at that and got up as he sat beside him. "You got to own it. You've got to own your feelings and come out with them. My daughter looks so happy with you, you know that? I haven't seen her happy, in like, ever. And trust me, she's not good at acting or lying, I can see through her. She loves you."

Chris almost narrowed his eyes. Your father was saying everything he needed to hear to prove his thoughts wrong. She loves you. It was almost as if your father knew something. Or was he a mind reader?

"So, if you ever hurt her you will die."

Chris chuckled and shook his head. "I'll never even dream about hurting her sir." You father nodded, patted Chris' knee, and got up. "O, hi, you're back." You pouted at your dad. "Right. Didn't I tell you to sleep? Dad, you don't have to wait up for me." Chris' posture straightened, relieved that you were back.

"Who said I was waiting up for you? I was talking to your boyfriend." He said. And walked out of there, your eyes following his figure. You entered the room, holding the strap of your sling bag. You looked at Chris sitting on a bed and smiled at him. "Hello." You said to him and walked towards him. "Hi." He said and reached forward to hold your waist. You gulped as you felt his hand around your waist, your skin burning under his contact. "I think your father knows." He said.

"He always knows. Don't mind it." You said and sat down beside him. You slowly rested your head on his shoulder, staring into space. You felt him kissing temple as something burned in you. Hope. Your fragile heart drummed and you silently wished that it wasn't false hope.

.....

You looked at the dress Amelia told you to wear at the bachelorette party. You put on your boots and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed and twirled around. You looked sexy. Something that was new for you, but somehow you felt confident. Yet nervous. You were conscious that you were going in front of Chris like this. What if he didn't like it? He has seen many other girls, who were different than her and probably partied everyday. But you weren't like that. You knew that you'd rather prefer reading or spent the evening listening to Taylor Swift and bake. You shrugged and straightened your back. This is going to be a phenomenal night, as Amelia said.

You slowly came out of your room and walked down the stairs, to see Chris and your dad watching football while your brother was hugging his fiance from behind. You breathed in and walked down the remaining stairs, hoping that nobody would pay attention to you. "Whoa." Someone said and everybody's eyes went on you, making you blush. Chris looked at you and gaped at you, his jaw slacked.

He suddenly got up, erupting soft giggles from Amelia as she gave you a suggestive wink. You bit your lip, and looked at Chris. His eyes were wide and his throat went dry. You were looking so...hot. It made him want to....He gulped as sinful thoughts came into his mind, and felt blood running down to a very embarrassing place as he kept staring at you.

Chris swallowed his spit and opened his mouth to speak. "You look...Wow." He breathed. You smiled at him and blushed deeply. "Thank you." You went to hug him goodbye, but he slightly pushed you back. You looked at him, a bit hurt. But he just made a face and looked down, turning pink as you spotted his boner.

You heard someone laugh out loud and turned to the noise, looking back of Chris' shoulder. "Hi, there, hot stuff." Charlie came in. You shook your head, not amused by his comment. "Hi, Charlie." You smiled at him and he smirked at you and waved. He pointed at Chris and mouthed something making you blush. Chris felt that irksome feeling in his chest again. He went to turn to glare at Charlie but you made him look at you again. You kissed his cheek, and mouthed a goodbye, and tried to look anywhere but his visible boner. You bit your lip again making Chris look at you adorably. "Bye, beautiful." He whispered and held your forearm, not really wanting to let you go. "Be careful." He whispered and kissed your temple again, making you think about what Charlie had said. You started to pull back from him, as his palm brushed across your hand.

"Have fun, guys!" Amelia said as she walked you out. "Dad, be nice." You called out so he wouldn't grill Chris. "Bye, honey," Chris called too. "Wow, you really can't stay without her. Can you?" Luke said and your chest felt heavy, as you heard it while you went out. But then you hear Chris chuckle making you feel warm. "You have no idea." He said.

You just wished he would say those words you've been longing to hear.

.....

"So you really like her?" Luke, your brother asked Chris. Chris raised his eyebrows at him. Was this guy serious? Obviously, he liked you. Chris squinted his eyes at him, and smiled awkwardly. "Obviously, I like her. If I don't like her how the hell would I love her?" He said, a bit harshly, out of nowhere. Chris widened his eyes when he realized just what he said, out loud at that. He glanced at your dad, who was smirking proudly at him. "You're a good guy, Chris." Your dad said to him, and Chris nodded at him chuckling weakly.

"Wait, wait. No, um, You're too good of a guy. What exactly do you like in y/n? I mean she's just a make up artist and definitely not your type, I mean, you could have anyone-" Your brother rambled. But his whole speech made Chris' blood boil, what was he implying? That you were someone nobody would love?

"Excuse me if I'm being rude, not really sorry for it," Chris mumbled the last part. "But why are you always undermining your own sister? You should know that she's fucking beautiful and very hot, and any guy would be lucky to have her. She has this evergreen personality and you know what? No actress I've worked with or in the world can amount to her, because guess what? I love her! And she's the most beautiful person to me! So stop making my girl feel insecure because of your stupid opinions and stop acting like one of cinderella's stepsisters!!!"

He took a deep breath and stepped back, noticing the aghast look on your brother's face. Chris shortly glanced at Charlie who was smirking and your father, who looked rather surprised but had a proud glint in his eyes. Your father had puffed his chest proudly and quietly raised his beer bottle to him and took a sip from it. He almost grinned, but then he heard the gasp.

Your gasp.

He quickly turned around and saw you standing behind him, your face was flushed, but right now he was only focused on the way you looked at him. Could you have known that he really meant the 'I love you'?

You wanted to talk to him, but you suddenly got pulled away by your mother, wanting to try the bridesmaid dress on.

.....

Chris groaned as he ran his hands through his hair. You hadn't talked to him in a day. And it made him nervous as hell. What if you wanted nothing to do with him anymore? What if you hated him? All the possibilities made him sweat. He didn't want to live in a world where you hated him, or in a world where you wanted nothing to do with him. Being your friend will be sufficient enough, sure it would hurt that he wouldn't be the one to kiss you or cuddle you or shower you with his love, but at least you'll be in his life. And maybe he would just love you from afar.

He looked at the mirror in front of him. He was wearing a nice blue suit and a white rose. He sighed and put on a smile, wishing best for everything. He wondered what you were doing. You were back where the bride-to-be was getting ready. He breathed in shakily, imagining what might be the bridesmaid dress and how magnificent you would look in it.

He sighed and got ready to step out.

While you were back getting Amelia getting ready. She looked so beautiful, you thought. You fixed her veil, and spread her gown perfectly across the ground. You sighed and grabbed her shoulder and rested your chin on her shoulder. "You look so beautiful, you know that?" You say, your voice low while she nodded. Amelia took a deep breathe in. "You look awesome too you know?" She looked at you through the mirror. "Chris isn't gonna realize what hit him." You blushed at his mention and breathed in sharply. "Thanks,"

"Now, come one, lovely. Time to get married, and suffer the rest of your life living with my brother." You said and laughed softly. She smiled and chuckled at your comment, some tears coming to her eyes. "Hey, what happened?"

"Thank you." She said. "I've always dreamt of having a supportive sister because I never had someone so supportive until your brother came along and encouraged me so much. And when I met you, I knew that you would be very loving." You tilted your head and smiled weakly at her, your hands reaching out to her face to wipe the unshed tears. "Come on, now. You don't want to ruin the makeup that the special stylist put on while there was literally a makeup artist in front of you?"

"Right sorry for that."

You chuckled and shook your head. "You ready?" You asked her, to which she nodded and breathed in deeply. You took the bouquet and got ready to walk down the aisle. It gave you shivers as you thought about it. Walk down the aisle. You wondered when you will walk down the aisle as the bride. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the band play. You walked down the aisle, taking deep breaths.

You looked around the hall, spotting many familiar faces, and sighed. But then you spotted him. You took a deep breath and looked at him. He was wearing a handsome blue suit, complimenting his beautiful blue eyes. Chris looked at you, his heart fluttering when he saw you.

He gaped at you, his cheeks turning pink. He studied the dress you had put on, and how gorgeous you looked in it. He nodded and slightly smiled at you, as you looked at him, your eyes shiny. You walked up front and smiled at the crowd. You breathed in sharply as you met Chris' eyes. You felt like staring into them forever.

"Do you take, Amelia as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, to have and to hold...." But all those words trailed off as you looked at Chris, who looked at you, as if you were the only both people in the world.

"I do."

.....

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For how I treated you....for well, your whole life." You chuckled and shook your head, as your brother swayed you from side to side. "What made you change your mind?" You asked him, as he twirled you around and then held your waist again. You sighed, as the melody went on. "Your boyfriend, who loves you so much." He said making you blush awkwardly. "Hey, you okay?" He asked you. "Mhmm." You hummed back. Luke looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

"Look, Chris is a good guy. And he cares for you so much. Please don't push this one away." You looked at him and nodded. "Oh, and by the way, talking about the guy that cares and loves for you. He's waiting for you."

You looked back to see Chris staring at you. Luke leaves your hand and then gestures for you to go on. You sheepishly went towards him, and then held his hand, leading him outside near the swing. You both sat on the swing and slowly started moving it, staring into the dark night and the bright moon that was above them.

You recognized the song that started in the hall.

Heart beats fast

Colours and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow,

"Dance with Captain America?" You giggled and shook your head as you took his hand, adoring his lopsided grin. He pulled you closer, and you both gasped sharply and sighed as you both breathed in each other, your noses touching again. You looked at his sparkling eyes, as his gaze tripped from your orbs to your soft lips. You exhaled as he leaned in, your hand glided to his neck. He gripped your waist, and you touched your foreheads together. "Did you mean it?" You asked softly.

One step closer

"I want to watch butterflies sit on sunflowers with you," Chris whispered. You looked back at him and nodded. "And I only want to do it with you." Your lips collided together, molding together perfectly. You kissed softly yet so passionately. Chris slightly smiled, as you sighed into the kiss. Your heart started to thud faster when he pulled you closer. You remembered all the days you imagined this, as your heart ached thinking it would never happen. But as you kissed him more deeply, you thought about the many moments he kissed you on the cheeks, your temple, your forehead, and stared at you so lovingly and thought about how really oblivious you were. You thought about how much you loved this man.

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

"I love you, honey." He confessed, his heart warming when he heard your soft giggles.

"I love you too. So much."

You sighed as he led you, and held you, as you danced to the song. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he bent his head to your neck and took in your perfume scent. He sighed as his heart fluttered again. You danced in the snow the whole night. As he twirled you around, and you both laughed and waltzed, and loved each other.

And you were finally happy. With your Chris.

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[thekinkyleopard]

The Gathering

A group Non-Canon Fic (LONG!)

Ft: Alistar, Remi, Biziil, Rexar, Kriia and Meeko

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Contagion, Uh…germ rolling?, Teasing, Fluff

Description: The Anti-Christ has been up to his usual antics, but now he’s craving something new. He wants excitement. He goes looking for it, and it coincidentally enough, seems to work out…or does it?

Snz Color Key:

Alistar

Remi

Rexar

Kriia

Biz

Meeko

Author’s Notes: Hey Guys! A little bird has told me they want some Al sneeze and I’ve decided to make it happen! Also bare with me on the cover art, Geez is busy and I’m impatient so I just snipped the teaser for now 😅 I don’t wanna talk about it 🥲 😂 anyway! Enjoy!

Alistar has gotten bored of soul collecting, and life ruining. He needs something new. He’s been on earth for a few years now, and he’s expanded his horizons a few ways, by making friends. Kind of. If you could call half of them that. Who’s he kidding, they all secretly love him. However, he was feeling, melancholy, bored, missing something. He had watched so many of his mates come down with colds and messy sneezing afflictions. He wanted that. What did it feel like? To be out of control of your bodily functions? He only felt like he had met that feeling in sex, when he reaches orgasm and that electric shock tingles through every cell in your body. He had to imagine it was something like that, but for some reason it brought those afflicted, suffering. It seemed less than suffering to him.

Step one; Find someone sick. Which wasn’t hard to do in a friend group where many are cursed with poor health and immunities. Al sent everyone a text.

“Hey Hru” and though some went unanswered, he did get one back from the little mutt.

“Bringing some cold medicine by Lee’s, Remi is sick again, why?” the demon snickered. No wonder he didn’t hear from either the cat or wolf. Typical, the man was a walking virus. He knew that would be his best bet. However, getting into their space while Remi is unwell…might be a tad more difficult to achieve than he originally planned. It’s fine. The wolf wouldn’t be able to strangle him into a one way ticket to hell, being less than 100% condition. He’ll risk it. Without texting Draeko back, the mutt feeling a bit annoyed that the demon bothered him for no reason. Al got his keys and made his way to the Conderson House.

Parking in the driveway, he had stopped at the store with all kinds of different goodies he could use to charm the two, less than friendly, acquaintances of his. He got out of his car with the bag of care items in one clutched fist, he approached the front door, knocking for once. Maybe it would make them feel a bit less apprehensive sending him away. Shortly, the door opened and there standing was the freckled face cat.

“Alistar?” He asked confused, raising an eyebrow as he looked the demon up and down, taking note of the bag in his hands. “What are you doing here?” It was never usually good when the red head showed up, so Levi was more or less on guard.

“Heard the wolf is sick, thought I’d bring some stuff and help out,” shrugging his shoulders. Levi narrowed his eyes. This was unlike the other. He didn’t care. He didn’t help. He didn’t nurse. What was his angle?

“What do you want?” The cat asked now with great apprehension.

“What??? Why do I have to want something to help out my dear sick friend, Remi? You offend me so,” smiling to sell the image he was clearly trying to provide. Levi wasn’t buying it even more than he had been previously.

“Al, please, he is not in the mood to deal with any of your clown behavior, you can leave the stuff and go back home,” the leopard went to reach for the bag of items the demon brought, however, it only left access for the redhead to slip inside.

“I won’t be long, don’t worry,” snickering in an almost unnoticeably menacing way. Truthfully, Levi was just too busy closing the door and trying to brace himself for the irritation that was soon to be fogging up the entire house. Al stepped into the bedroom where Remi was splayed across the bed in only a pair of boxers. Sniffling and loosely wiping his arm across his reddened and chapped nostrils. “Nnnn…” the wolf groaned as he rubbed his nose in hard circles soft clicks echoing off his face.

“Hey buddy, you look like shit!” The demon chuckled as he dumped the contents of the bag onto the floor at the wolf’s bedside. Speaking of, his pale green eyes shot open and immediately looked to the intruder.

“What the actual fuck are you doing here?” He growled low in his sore throat trying to avoid coughing through the angry response. Alistar stood back, giving a performance of offense as he touched his chest with his open palm.

“Is that ANY WAY to treat your friend?? I brought you supplies! Snacks! Drugs! Well…the boring one… I brought you edibles!” He now gestured to all the things he had just previously dumped onto the floor.

“Great, now leave,” followed with a rough, hoarse cough that ripped through the man’s already pained throat. It felt like daggers going in and out his esophagus every time. He groaned lowly, his face twisting, nose clenching and scrunching as he was trying to stifle in the prickling tickles that threatened to over power the conversation with each flex of his jaw.

Al stood a bit closer immediately trying to waft the sprayed contagion that entered the air as the larger black haired man had expelled his coughs into open air.

“Stop that, freak,” Remi glared harder at the strange demon as he wiped his mouth. Alistar more or less ignored the statement as he collected the balled up tissues sprawled about the space within the bedroom. “What the fuck are you -hd’ISCHhh, hh'IETSH’UE!…!?” The wolf tried defensively sitting up, but exploded into a loud powerful series of sneezes that caused his whole body to tremble, his hands trembling, bringing them to his face in a panic. Trying to cover himself, hating that the demon was here to see him like this.

“I’m just cleaning! Uncle fuckin’ Christ, man, worry about that illness of yours,” the red head shook his head slowly, almost with joking solemness followed by a humored chuckle. Remi sighed deeply throwing his head back against the headboard to fight between his deteriorating health and the obnoxiously strange demon collecting his trash.

“Leeeeeave!” He groaned snatching up Levi’s pillow and hucking it over violently at the quick moving demon. Who eventually threw his hands up in defense.

“Can you do that again though? One more time?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before another pillow was thrown directly into his face with a PFFD! It then fell to the floor with an almost silent thud. “Okay! Okay! I’m leaving! Shit!” Mumbling as he snatched up his now refilled bag of used goods and shuffled with haste out through the bedroom door. Levi stood in the living room, looking at Alistar with an apprehensive gaze. “Someone is a sore anal cavity today,” the red head chuckled as he shot a wink toward the cat. Whom in turn rolled his bright ceruleans.

“You want me to take that bag of yuck?” Already starting to reach forward in Al’s direction, but was quickly met with retaliation, the demon recoiled from Levi’s grasp.

“No! Uh…I got it…s’fine!” Chuckling nervously, he scratched the back of his neck before awkwardly shuffling his way now to the front door. “Thanks for letting me stop by!” Waving frantically before he disappeared altogether and began racing his way to his car.

Levi, inside, walked toward the bedroom and looked out the large window that overlooked their property. Remi sat up now as well. “Why did he take all that trash…?” The wolf asked with confusion as he sniffled loudly, rubbing his nose with a new piece of the throw away cloth.

“No idea…” the leopard muttered back but continued to watch through the window, while Al scrambled into his car, and proceeded to dump the bag’s contents over his head. Grabbing handfuls of the used trash and rubbing it across his face. Levi looked over at Remi, who too was watching and they equally shared a silent, but confused gaze.

Alistar on the other hand was now stuffing tissues in his nose, huffing them through his open mouth, and just overall being a gross menace. Once he felt that he was satisfyingly submerged in germs and ick, he started up his car and headed home, leaving the two stunned silent and with millions of unanswered questions.

The Next Day

Alistar woke up with a pounding headache, his body hot, sticky, like he’d been sitting in a sauna. He sat up and pressed his palm to his forehead. “Dear Grandpa God….what the actual fuck…” groaning lowly in his newly sore throat. This was an experience he had never felt in his entire existence. His entire body was stiff, almost entirely impossible to move. Managing to muster any strength within his aching bones, Al came to a stand and slowly stumbled his way into the bathroom, flicking the light on and met face to face with a gruesome reflection. “Oh, Unholy shit… I look worse than I feel,” he mustered up a sore chuckle before it followed with a hacking cough. “Ack!” He cleared his throat, trying to fight over the uncontrollable urges building within his now awakened body.

Though most would find this current state of being completely de habilitating and check out for the next few days, Al was fueled by the aching that throbbed behind the cells of his vessel. Suddenly, an entirely new, foreign feeling started to prickle at the inside of his nostrils, trailing down his throat. He swallowed once, and twitched his pierced nose back and forth. Nothing would soothe and he found himself squinting under the harshness of the bathroom lighting. “H’h…” he stuttered, his breath catching in his throat as he begged to swallow it. “W-Wha-HEhH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW!!”

It came exploding out of the anti-Christ at lightening speed, he hadn’t time to cover as a mess of saliva came splashing across the bathroom mirror. He sniffled loudly and hung over the sink weakly, each hand on both sides of the counter to hold him up. “Fuck…” he gasped with a raspy voice, his eyes leaking and nose starting to drip. “Oh shit…” he stumbled around and grabbed a towelette hanging from the little golden ring on the wall. He slid his nose over it and tried to relieve himself of some of the wetness that polluted him as he grinned with bright satisfaction. “So that’s what that’s like…” he bit his lower lip…interesting. There has to be someone he could play with in this condition.

It took most of whatever strength he had left in him to move himself out the bathroom and through the halls. He searched Drae’s room, nothing. Kanai’s room? Also nothing. Living room, kitchen… “Seriously? None of my toys are home?” He clicked his tongue with irritation as he scanned the small home. “Fine, I’ll just find some,” he grabbed his keys and he was on his way to find some trouble with his new found virus. Who knows what could happen.

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On the other side of town, Alistar found himself quite at a loss. It seemed no one wanted to come near him as he sniveled and sniffed. It seemed that majority of citizens look at him as if he said something offensive, and walk very quickly away. He didn’t understand why no one else wanted to join him with such glorious displeasure of bodily suffering. He snorted a glob of snot from the base of his sinuses down his throat to avoid hacking it out. When a flash of familiar white and red hair caught his attention at a near by cafe he happened upon. He looked over, there they were. His friends. Rexar, Biziil, Meeko, Kriia and Remi all at one table. Where were the others? He wondered silently to himself.

“I’m tellin’ you bro, dude, male hummingbirds are like MAD horny cause they got hella testosterone, I read it online,” Rex went on and on about the most random of facts that he had recently absorbed, while on another 14 hour acid trip, doom scrolling online.

“Nature is so beautiful,” Biz shook his head with a softened smile still finding the appreciation for the world and how it moves to grow and evolve. Meeko, however, looked over at her boyfriend and giggled almost unable to hold the childish expression written on her face.

“It’s something that’s for sure…” the ginger haired girl swung her feet, more or less keeping the inappropriate jokes to herself as she was seated on top of the table itself. Remi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Nature is weird as fuck, and now I will never unknow that dude hummingbirds are just Perma horny,” the wolf also shook his head, but almost solemnly, as if this news really, genuinely, sat uncomfortably with him.

“Honestly, good for them,” Kriia laughed openly, which then gave Meeko the courage to giggle loudly right along side her. The boys shaking their heads with softened smirks at the two immature women.

Slowly, Alistar approached the congregation of friends, blackened hands in his pockets as he came to a halt at the perimeter. “Well Hello there, crew, what ar…huh…HI’H…HEhH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW!!” The demon sneezed outwardly onto the middle of the group, causing them all to recoil quickly and cover their own faces. A fine mist floating amongst them. Al breaking into a fit of coughs now.

“Fucking, ew, dude,” Remi glared hard at the red head scooting his whole chair back at least a foot from the table itself now. “I literally just got better, don’t even look at me with whatever weird, super demon virus you have,” the wolf looked disgusted, his emerald eyes narrowed and glaring daggers down at the sick cretin.

"Whoa, Al are you sick? I didn't think that was possible!" Meeko looked genuinely shocked, almost curious enough to inspect him closely but deciding it would be best to stay away. Al sniffled and slid his hand lazily over his dripping nose.

"It's fibe, I'm fibe...oh...no, my voide id weird now...." the redhead furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, I think you may need to go home and lay down..." Biz said cautiously, also taking a slow up and down look at the male. "You look terrible,"

"Yeah like a pile of dog shit run over, twice," Rex chuckled sparking up a joint with the snap of his index and thumb. "But if you manage to feel better later dude, you should come to my show! I'm spinnin out at the theatre, my family owns the venue so we can get hella rowdy," a cocky, charismatic smirk spread clear across his face, while everyone else's fell. Did he just invite the visibly ill demon to the show? In a small venue? Packed like sardines?

"Dawg...seriously?" Remi looked over at Rex, being the only one brave enough to actually speak up before Al could accept the invitation. Kriia shrugs her shoulders and puts a hand on the wolf's back.

"In his defense, he did say if Al felt better," the redheaded female spoke matter of factly, but still with an air of gentleness to defend her mate’s careless action.

"Yeah exactly, thanks babe," he winked at his girlfriend giving her a soft purse of his lips as if to kiss her from afar before taking another long dramatic drag of his jay. Alistar cleared his throat and stood his ground, shaking his head back and forth regardless how lightheaded that action made him feel, he cleared his throat to gain some composure.

"I'm fine! What time tonight? I'll definitely slide through," shrugging off the loving embrace of his illness to convince the rest of them he was actually completely fine. More than half of them, audibly groaned, Biz slapped his palm over his face.

“8pm sharp, that’s when I go on and rock everyone’s world,” he chuckled releasing a cloud of smoke in the wake of his excitement. He really just wanted to try and get a huge gathering going, he wanted as many people to see him as possible. He believed music could heal. Even if his music was of special taste.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Al smirked as he pulled up a chair only for Biz to stop him, coming full stand and pressing an open palm to the demon’s chest.

“Go. Take. Meds. Rest. You’re not gonna hang around us and give us your disease, you’ll give it to my little bug here, and she’ll pass it to our love at home, and then I’m stuck nursing their weak immune systems back to health,” the two men furrowed their brows at each other, but Biz easily towered the redhead. Al grumbled and stepped back from the chair only for Kriia to speak up.

“Ah, come on Bizzy, what if he just stays within 6 feet of little Crickers here,” Meeko snapped her gaze to look at Kriia. She hated the nickname her brother gave her, she hated it worse when his friends used it. She folded her arms and huffed but remained relatively silent on the matter. Biz now narrowed his grey brows again at the female who put her hands up defensively. “Just tryna’ be accommodating my bad,” snickering at how serious the bear got.

“Come oooon Biz…” Al pleaded with his watery eyes, dripping nose and chapped lips not selling his argument any further.

“No, go home,” the silver haired man sat back down in his seat, knowing full well the demon wouldn’t challenge him any further.

“You’re a dick….I’ll remember this,” the anti-Christ squinted at the large man, who made eye contact over with Remi.

“Am I a dick, brother?” The polar bear asked his in law from across the table, who could only return the gaze with a hefty chuckle and shrug of his own large shoulders.

“You? A dick? Laughable,” his glowing emeralds moving slowly to gaze at the pouting dragon that could only cross his arms with annoyance and defeat.

“You’re all gonna be sorry,” quickly lifting two fingers up to his own Ruby red orbs, and pointing it back out to the group in front of him. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he tried to smirk, he tried to be his usual catty, elusive and sneaky self but his threats were followed in a violent series of coughs and yet another loud sneeze. “Hh’HeSHH’IEW!!”

“Alright man, well, we’ll see you at the show then,” Rex finally having checked back into the conversation after getting lost in his phone scrolling for a moment. He wasn’t too interested in the mindless squabbles. The rest of them looked at the pyro like he’d just farted amongst them. Yet, Alistar turned on his heels and went to lick is contagiously ill wounds.

Later that Night…

Rex was already behind the theatre, getting ready for his performance while the crowd piled in. Stage management making sure the jockey table was set up right. It was definitely a full house, and he probably could have anticipated it, but he was always shocked regardless. Biz, Meeko, and Kriia were all up front, securing their spot while Remi went to grab them drinks. “Bear, these shoes…are already starting to kill me…” the ginger haired girl complained, the heels she chose to wear out to the event were starting to make her feet throb.

“Do you want to go up on my shoulders, mouse?” He asked already turning to grab her by her waist.

“Hmm,” she looked down at the floor, trying to gauge the level of sanitation, and figured it couldn’t be that bad. “It’s okay, baby, can you just put my shoes in your backpack?” Already starting to unstrap them to hand over. Biz smiled softly and nodded, reaching out to let her hand them to him before he stuck them in his black Jansport.

“Better?” He asked her while she stood there for a bit but as she lifted and stepped her feet a few times, he was met with a look of disgust.

“Mmh..” she sort of muttered uncomfortably trying to hide the fact she was regretting this mistake upon realizing the floor felt….sticky.

“Here, mouse,” Biz bent down and took off his own captain laced boots, now standing in his socks and handing her his shoes. She grinned at him with a brightness that always brought him straight to his knees. A soft dust of pink fell over his cheeks and nose as he looked at her lovingly.

“Thank you, Bear,” hurriedly she slipped them on and tied them tightly so they wouldn’t slide off. Despite their naturally tight fit, the shoes were significantly bigger, however they worked out way better than the previous solutions.

“Absolutely, darling,” he leaned down to kiss her lips with a tenderness, a display that caused the red headed girl next to them to audibly respond.

“You guys are disgustingly adorable,” Meeko blushed brightly and grinned clinging tightly to her large partner’s arm. Biziil could only look down at his girl, enthralled by everything she did.

“Thanks Krii!” The orangette giggled before the lights started to go down, and the crowd began to push in. Remi slowly squeezed in from behind the group, shoving people with his knees as his hands were full of drinks.

“Here,” he grumbled, though it went unheard, the intro music starting to blare through the crowd. The group each took their respective drinks, began to sip on them as they awaited Rex to start his set. Remi slid next to Kriia in the front row, his hands grasping the barricade as the sea of people started to sway around them. The stage lights started to shine and change different colors against the performance area, the stage screen starting to display animated characters flashing to the beat of the music. The jockey table displayed as a matching puzzle piece to the main screen showing. Everyone began to cheer when the screens matched up to Rex’s artist logo. Meeko and Kriia both screaming and jumping with excitement. Biz and Remi remained in a stoic stance as they drank their beverages, stealing a glance at each other in response to the reactions of the women. Smirking at one another.

Unbeknownst to them, figuring he hadn’t healed up, Alistar was late to sliding through the entrance and security. He had a few too many items in his pockets against theatre rules. Grumbling angrily between sniffles and rubbing his nose with aggressive fervor, that his weed, pills, vodka flask and switchblade were all confiscated in order to enter. He almost went home. However, it was fine, he still had some stuff, hidden. Heavily bagged eyes scanned through the crowd, finding Biz, the tallest in the building up front with the rest of the crew. “Targets acquired,” the demon snickered loosely that followed with a loud and obscenely large spray of mess. “HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW!!” Offending a few close by fans that became casualty to his sick. He could only audibly “SNNDDFF,” with a sly, charismatic grin at those he had wronged within the crowded space. Those of them having seen the shit eating expression, rolled their eyes.

Alistar started to move his way through the crowd which wasn’t hard, anyone who gave him an issue, took one good look at him and immediately wanted nothing to do with him. He looked worse than he had earlier in the day, his skin visibly glistening with sweat, darker grey than it had ever been, one eye completely blackened, the other his sclera black and iris still red. A terrifying face to be confronted with in a dark venue for many reasons.

The demon moved fast through the people and up to the back of the crew going relatively unnoticed as Rex came into set and began to raise his hands up, flames shooting from his fingers. “Let’s, FUCKING, GO!!!!” He shouted before launching into his first song as the music blared wildly, and bodies began to collide and crash together, Al took his opportunity. He hovered behind Biz and Meeko at first, the two were glued together and managing to get pickled right behind the both of them was honestly better than Al could ask for. He focused his darkened eyes and concentrated on the bright lights flickering about that eventually brought back that tickling, and thrilling sensation from moments ago. Oh it was coming, it was going to be a big one, his nose dripping already with anticipation as it hitched up through his sinuses to front and center. “Hih’AESSSHH’UE! SHH’UH! TCH-SHIEWW!” A short series of loud bursts came flying out of his open maw, but between the two sweating and the loud music, it went passed the couple’s ability to hear anything but filthy trap music. His bacterium floating within their spacing, Meeko consuming it within her unknowingly as she gasped to sing what lyrics she knew and the music itself, had. She was bouncing in her place, as Biz tried to cling to her side, his eyes fixated on the moving images on each screen unaware of the illness being spread quickly through both of them.

Despite the sound, and going undetected, both parties did feel the fine mist of saliva that hit their exposed parts of flesh, but thought nothing of it but maybe a spilled drink. Neither turned to notice the demon, nor that he was mouth breathing so openly behind them as the sudden force from the sneezes, lack of oxygen and lights were having an effect on his flesh vessel.

“Shit…” he gasped out loud to himself as he held his head in his palm. He could only grin. “You’re a tough little virus, aren’t you?” He thought to himself internally. Never mind that his vessel felt weakened, he allowed the dizziness only to fuel his desires. While the first half of the set he hovered over the unsuspecting couple, to make sure they were well marinated. Who knows if his plan would even come to be fruitful, as most times they were hit or miss. Yet, he wouldn’t squander the opportunity to at least make an attempt at his dreams. After all, that’s what being on earth was all about, no?

A few times the demon found himself having to duck behind others, trying to avoid being spotted by Remi when he’d leave and return with drink refreshments, which wasn’t terribly hard to do. The wolf wasn’t as entirely clever as Levi in spaces like these and wouldn’t go looking for someone ducked within the space of people in the crowd. His anxiety usually caused him to avoid most things. Something the demon has noted long ago. Once the coast was clear he just had to maintain a low profile, behind the large raven haired man. Shouldn’t be too hard. Kriia was definitely distracted enough, occasionally flashing Rex during his set. Rex couldn’t really see anyone past Kriia who knew just where to stand to be visible under the lights of his set blinding him. He smirked as he continued to perform. Al’s jaw fell open and his eyes watered over, spilling tears down his cheeks. His body prickled in goosebumps while a sharp gasp was the last thing he could control before he sneezed again, “Hih’AESSSHH’ue!!” just to the side of the woman, unnoticeably, another cloud of speckled spit ghosted through the atmosphere. Alistar sniffled, wiping his nose across his arm.

Remi was however, side eyeing the crowd, and had been, three drinks in he started to notice the swift flashes of red but…that’s Kriia? Right? On occasion he heard the slight snuffle of a stuffed nose coming from his right …no? His left? It caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, desperate to lose himself in the music like everyone else. Yet, he couldn’t shake this feeling there was something hovering them.

Alistar, ducking back and forth, completely obtuse to the music just trying to keep himself from falling over and also being seen by the ever so observant man. ‘God, can’t he ever just chill the fuck out? I just want to get him sick, what’s the big deal? Just enjoy your music, stop worrying about what’s behind you, asshole,’ the demon thought internally in between snuffles and throat ripping coughs. He didn’t need to keep his volume down, the speakers were set close to front row. His actions all drowned out as he continued to skip back and forth between them all. He traced a finger down the center of Meeko’s back, and she shuddered, suddenly feeling very cold, almost woozy. She tried shaking it off, the feeling of a light touch caused her to stir, however she could only assume it was Bizzy just being affectionate. She pushed closer into the large man who wound up enveloping her, as the ginger haired woman now stood in front of the large bear man.

“Buzzkill,” Alistar thought as his access to the small woman was blocked. It’s fine, it would all be fine this was only the beginning. The set was coming to a close, Rex announcing he had two songs left. That mean’t the anti-Christ only had a few moments before they’d all meet up back stage in the dressing room. Biz sniffled, not really noticing the sudden feeling inside his nose, and Meeko the same. Kriia was feeling hotter than she normally would at a show, but Remi, he was the only one seemingly fine as he downed a 4th drink.

The demon just couldn’t get a proper in on the wolf, anytime he would get close, the large man just knew something was beside him. How was he going to….oooh he knew how. Pulling out of his sock was a single muscle relaxer, it would be enough to keep the larger from getting too violent. Don’t ask why the demon consistently carried different types of drugs on him. He just did. He crouched silently trying to stifle his sneezes and coughs, his focus completely on taking the large male off guard. He just needed him to look away from the drink for a second.

As Rex announced his last song, Remi finally decided maybe he would cut loose, they got this far into the set with no issues, why would there be any now? His drink hand lowered at his side while he rocked his head back and forth, eyes closed shut as he absorbed the music. This was his entrance, Al quickly lurched forward and dropped the pill into Remi’s awaiting beverage, it dissolved quickly mixing within the substance undetected, Al slid back and disappeared to the other side now. The lights continued to flash crazy, and the crowd pushed up against each other, Remi quickly lifting his drink to save it from spilling. Scoffing before deciding to just chug the rest and call it a night, tossing the cup onto the already dirty floor.

Alistar snickered with a lose and flemmy cough to follow. He decided to slide his way through the crowd and to the side of the audience, closest to where they’d be going to meet Rex in the back. He wanted to see all their faces when they realize he’d been in the sea of people with them. His irritated nose was still sopping and full, it throbbed on his face and he tried to desperately rub at it to soothe the irritating sting. “Not now, nosey! We have to save it! We have important plans for these germs….” As he spoke, he was just out of range of speakers to be heard by a stranger. Who he looked over to make eye contact with. He stared at the human, that blinked with confusion toward him. Alistar blinked his own crimson eyes as they stood in awkward silence.

“Forget I said anything,” his Ruby orbs now glowing brightly as the stranger now looked to have seen a ghost, but after a few moments, he blinked and looked around himself.

“Hey bro, you seen the merch table?” Suddenly asking the demon, who’s eyes had stopped shining at this point.

“Over there,” pointing a slender finger in the opposite direction to earn a nod and a lift of the other man’s index and middle to fashion a peace sign.

“Thanks bro,” seemingly forgetting about the sickly plotting Alistar had been doing just moments before. As the stranger made his journey away from Al, the red head waited patiently while the set came to an end and people started to clear out.

“It’s time,” Al snickered, moving his spindly legs through the venue and into the back area where he would meet a very sweaty and exhausted Rex, already sparking a joint as he walked down the stage stairs.

“Duuuuude! You made it!” Rex slapped the demon on his shoulder and grinned, taking a long hit off his joint and blowing it within the space between them, shoveling them both into the dressing room.

“I did indeed, friend, it was a very good show, energetic,” smirking to himself as he looked around the room to partake in any free refreshments. Only finding a buffet of different energy drinks, alcohols, mixers and candy. The redhead blinked but turned around to meet Rex face to face, almost startling him. “Oh…”

“Hey thanks!! You feelin any better dawg? You still look pretty shit,” noticing that Al’s scleras eyes were now entirely black, large purple bags floating under his eyes.

“Nah, but I wasn’t going to miss the first home show, come on now,” winking towards the pyro before a tight breath caught in his throat. “I-Uh..Hh’HhEhh…” at this same moment Alistar struggled to keep his secret sauce contained, Biz, Meeko, Kriia and Remi all came walking in. And the second Meeko toddled herself inside, and the door closed behind her? “HEH’EZSCHh’IEW!” And almost like a bomb was set off in the room, everyone else started to realize just how poorly they were starting to feel, Remi catching a face full of Al’s release. Immediately the wolf closes his eyes and brings his arm up to defend himself as a reflex, but it’s already too late.

“Fucking SICK, dude, why are you even HERE?? I should beat…” but as the raven haired male raised his fist to sock the shit eating grin right off Al’s smug face, his arm collapsed and he found himself much weaker, like all his muscles were asleep. He furrowed his brows. “What the fuck?”

There was a click on the other side of the door, Kanai locking the only way in and out of that room , from the outside, sitting on the floor. “Okay Donnie, door’s locked,” Biz turned around quickly to shoot a look at the door and then back at Al.

“Alistar, what are you doing?” His voice suddenly very stern, Meeko gripped the large man’s arm and buried her fevering face into it.

“Hnnn…” Biz’s eye twitched as he heard his girlfriend groan in discomfort, he knew that sound, he narrowed his eyes tighter.

“Hey, you all made ME feel like YOU GUYS…Snndfff…DONT WANT ME AROUND!” Swiping the underside of his nose with the back of his hand. “I don’t…Hh’…”

“Please cover your mouth, Al,” Biz sighed shaking his head, palm on his forehead as he tried to massage the incoming headache.

“H’HEHh’DZSCHh’UE!!!! PssffF-TSCH!!” His nose twitched and stretched as his mouth opened and fumbled against his sneeze. Bottom lip dripping as he drooled slightly, almost kind of regretting the fact he left home, cause a blowjob from his bestie sounds almost as good as this whole, revenge plan.

“hAGH’SHHHEUhh!” Now Biz was sneezing, like a sudden oncoming train it just smacked right into him. He looked almost completely bewildered. “So because we wanted you to…” he crunched his nose, wiggling it in tight circles to shove away, and scratch that building, insufferable, terrible itch. His whole body feeling hot. “We wanted you to stay home cause you’re SICK Alistar, not because we don’t LIKE you,”

“I don’t like you,” Remi admitted proudly with our hesitation. Biz sighed, trying to keep his train of thought.

“….Point BEING, Most of us here don’t have any issues with you, Al, genuinely, we just didn’t also want to get sick… and now…” he paused, the room starting to feel much faster now as everything spun around him, making it difficult to keep speaking.

“Eh’KSSHOO!!” Meeko sneezed into the side of her large, clammy boyfriend, he shuddered, blushing as he heard the loud squeak of his sweet Princess.

“Oh, Darling…” he looked down at her and wiped his index under her leaking nose to clear it from her softened face. Wiping his hands on his pants only to return the palm to her burning cheek.

“N-no it’s okay I-I’m Fibe…” sniffling weakly trying to push the attention away from her.

“Look it, Al! You’ve gotten us sick!” Kriia shouted feeling empathetic toward the suffering couple to her left.

“This doesn’t explain why I can’t lift my fucking arms to make him go lights out!” Now Remi chuffed in, angry and ready to head butt the demon if he so had to. Bite his flesh off bit by bit. He didn’t care.

“I may have slipped you something in the crowd….” The red head shrunk a few sizes as he could feel the incoming heat was about to face.

“WHAT?!” The wolf exploded with rage almost completely ready to do whatever means necessary.

“Look, maybe I was being a liiiiittttleee irrational…but can’t we just enjoy this? I don’t know if you all noticed….but I think we can all agree, this is going to be a good time….” Al lifted his hands up in defense, slowly, inching his way behind Biziil to keep the irate man from riping him to shreds with his teeth. Though, he raised a single red eye brow to further insinuate the cheeky pleasure of sin.

“Yeah assuming…Rex doesn’t set the place on fire and I don’t throw up because MY SISTER AND BROTHER IN LAW ARE TWO OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM,” the black haired male still yelled though each time he spoke with such force, it was taking more and more out of him, and the virus only worked through his blood faster.

“Okay well, it’s fun for me, I just thought If I could paint the illusion that it’s a benefit for you, we could move on from this conversation,” Al shrugged his shoulders still perched behind the large polar bear man.

“I’m going to kill him,” Remi narrowed his eyes and looked up at Biziil this time.

“You can’t keep killing him,” the larger shook his head.

“But it feels good…regardless,” now looking away like a kicked puppy, he mumbled loosely.

“Okay, look, I’ll just have Kanai open the door, it’ll be fine….NAI, LET EM OUT,” he grumbled almost, while still speaking loudly enough for the hell hound to hear. Yet, there was no sound to be heard…silence.

Unknown to all of them, Kanai had barricaded the door, making sure it was secure just as Alistar instructed of him. However, Al did not say he could not explore the theatre…and there was so much to learn about human entertainment! He couldn’t resist taking a peak around.

“Is he …okay?” Kriia asked quietly , her own features flushed, her eyes lowered not just cause she’d been sharing a joint with Rex as they watched all this unfold, but she was not feeling very well, whatsoever.

“…Nai?!” Al called out again now sweating from illness AND nerves because the longer the silence went the closer Remi inched toward the demon. In turn, Al would step two inches away every time he did. “Okay…so…we might be trapped here for a bit…”

“Biz, are you SURE I can’t kill him???” Out stretching his arms to try and strangle the panicking red head.

“I’m sure, too many consequences…you’ll have to hear from Drae,” Remi shuddered at this realization. He would. Drae chastised him every time he sent the demon back to which he came. All because that one time he didn’t come back. Whatever. The wolf sighed and rolled his eyes, lowered his arms and the began sitting on one of the couches provided.

“Guess we just have to wait for idiot #2 to come back,” he finally spoke, allowing the fire to calm into a fizzling steam within him.

“Hey, that’s my idi-….Hhh’…” Alistar went to interject but found himself struggling to get it out.

“Oh for fucks sake can you just close your mouth!” Remi shouted tossing a nearby coaster at the anti-christ. It missed him just by an instance as the demon lurched forward and dodged it by blowing out.

“HIH’AESSSH’UE!” He sneezed loudly, directly across him, toward the pyro, without much conscious thought to it, truthfully.

“Oh, god…” Rex wiped off his face as the spray hit him directly in the mouth. Kriia smirked, reaching over to wipe it off with her loving thumb.

“Just got sneezed on by a Demon, babe, that’s lowkey kind of hot…” the white and red haired male looked over at his girlfriend, matching her grin and shrugging it off.

“Gotta try everything at least once,” now acting as if his intuits response wasn’t genuinely how he felt. However, if Kriia was into it, he was into it.

“I heard that,” she smirked back at him reaching up to kiss him tenderly. Their arms entangling around one another regardless of the others around them.

“Guys…can we be ss…H-..Hh’RSHH’hiiu!!” The bear snuffed loudly, taking the tissue Meeko took out of her purse to give him. “Thank you, Mouse,” he mustered that same gentle smile he always gave her.

“Nini id godda be do updet…” she sighed shaking her head solemnly, knowing all too well their poor girlfriend was going to be shocked at their current state of health.

“She is…but it’s…ah’KESHhh’yiew…just is what it is…” he sighed and the small ginger haired woman giggled reaching up with another tissue to dab, and wipe his leaking eyes and then poor reddening and pierced nose. Trying to be careful, and clean the metal as well to keep it from crusting over.

“S’k we take good care ob you baby,” reaching up to kiss him but she was caught by the sudden storm brewing from within her own sinuses. “HA’AETTCCHH’uh!” Her spit hitting Biziil directly in the middle of his once cleaned face, now undoubtedly wet again. He blushed brightly, trying to hide the fact he found it undoubtedly adorable of her to do such a thing. He cleared his throat.

“Oh! ..Bless you…darling,” Biz quickly started to dab at his face with the tissue he had clasped in his own hand, and then her face as well.

“S-Sorry B-Bear…I..” she started to apologize but was quite swiftly cut off.

“Shh..it’s quite alright, mouse, it’s not your fault…it’s his,” he looked over at Al who was ogling perversely at the two, an obvious line of drool falling from the corner of his mouth before he loudly slurked it back up and looked away, clearing his scratchy throat. “Stop enjoying this,” Biz narrowed his gaze.

“I can’t help it! It’s not my fault you’re all relatively sexy and now …afflicted with my demon germs…it’s wonderful,” he wiped a single tear from his eye as he felt warm and fuzzy all over.

“Hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih…iit’shHIEW…FUCK!” Remi cursed loudly as he sneezed despite his best attempts to keep the rest from becoming aware. Too late, stewing in this small room only a few feet from everyone around him sneezing, his own terrible immune system failing him yet again. “How the fuck did it happen so fast?!”

“I predict the fact that I am not from here…probably mutated the virus…theoretically…of course,” the red head shrugged his tired, heavy shoulders.

“heT’CHXOO!!” Rextar now but instead of a fine mist of saliva, no it was a cloud of flames, everyone quickly jumped back, Kriia only moved slightly to the side, rubbing his back gently. “Shiiiit…sorry guys..sndfff,” rubbing his nose on the back of his performance hoodie sleeve.

“You only mildly scorched the carpet, no biggie, we can pay the damages,” Kriia shrugged trying to assure her boyfriend that everything was fine, minus the trapped in a room full of sick individuals that can’t stop sneezing, thing. Everyone looked at each other with pitiful sunken eyes, every other sound a sniffle or cough. It was roughly a 300 square ft space, it more or less, didn’t have a whole lot of elbow room. Everyone could be at most, 3 feet away from the other person.

“Dude, I’m so going to kick your ass once I have full mobility,” the wolf groaned, slumping in his chair with his head thrown back, thumb and index pinching the bridge of his nose. The thudding echoed from the center of his head to the rest of his body, he felt miserable, all he wanted was his little leopard, rubbing his head and making him soup. He lifted his head up enough to try and pull out his phone but it was pointless, there wasn’t any service in here. “Fuuuuuuck!!!” He groaned loudly throwing his head back again but the quick motion only forced the itch back up his bridge, and tickling his throat, he bit his lower lip tightly.

Alistar grinned sliding closer to the wolf trying to be quiet but was pulled backed with a tight hand on his wrist. Turning his head he was met with another ice cold stare from Biz.

“No,” the demon sighed and stood back again, crossing his arms.

“Sit,” and though everything inside of his aching vessel screamed at him to defy the large Inuit man, he decided against it and simply sat, crossing his arms.

“Fine but you can’t stop me from…” twitching and and stretching his nose with purpose before sticking his blackened index tip against the edges of his nostrils tickling it carelessly. “Hhah’AETTTSHH’uh!!! H’ETSCHU! HN’CH!” Loudly, proudly, like he had something to prove, which he did. Despite the fact they all realized he came to the show sick and had spread his germs on to them, and wanted out, they couldn’t. They’re stuck here with him. As well as the constant puffs of sickly sprays that shot from his wet lips.

“Stooooop!” Remi groaned with an exaggerated sigh to finish it, he would kill to turn these lights off right now.

“Uuuggghh….” Kriia wiggled a bit back and forth grabbing at her boyfriend’s arm. “This is too much…” feeling a mixture of embarrassment as she was turned on and terribly terribly ill.

“What’s…” but before he could get the words out..

“Ht’tchkt!!! Hhh’nGNxxt!” It was Kriia’s turn to lose control, trying to send the second into Rex’s other sleeve, but finding it hard to find privacy in such a position. She snuffled loudly, wiping her face loosely back and forth on the fabric. Rex blushed, brighter than his already sun kissed cheeks currently were. He tried to clear his throat, while he allowed his girlfriend to intimately release onto him and use his clothing as a rag.

“B-Bless you, baby,” considering maybe even just giving the demon what he wanted, a show, but he shook his head, no, not the right place or time.

“Oooo look at you two, see, I knew someone would enjoy this! We are making VALUABLE memories right now,” he tried to pull out his phone but before he could even open the app, Remi grabbed the device in one quick swoop and hucked it across the room. It shattered against the wall.

“Don’t be a fucking creep!” The wolf practically towered over him now. Fuck he was fast. Alistar rolled his eyes and lifted his palms up in defense.

“I was simply going to see…if I could contact K, that is all, I wasn’t up to anything and frankly I’m insulted you’d accuse me,” the two men stared each other down. Remi refused to believe his innocence.

“There’s no service, you know that,” slanting his dulling emerald eyes even further in accusation toward the demon.

“I forgot?” Al raised a thin red brow before suddenly he was taken by the throat, as if his head hadn’t been pounding as it was, it surely increased with the lack of oxygen to his brain now as Remi squeezed his fingers around him.

“Forgot?? Is that a question? See? Why should we ever trus-….” His eyes widened, his grasp slightly weakened just before Biz could finish standing back up to stop the man…./it/ happened.

“-hd’ISCHhh!! HI’DTSCHIEW!!” Almost like granddad finally heard him, like he was calling Alistar on speed dial. ‘Hello my son…I grant you…this blessing….’

“Thank you, Granddad….” He thought internally as a large gesture of spiddle and debris hit his entire face, Remi feeling mortified in between snuffling, he quickly let go and leaped back. Alistar realizing now, he didn’t think what he said, he had spoken it. Now the wolf was half across the room rubbing his nose from under his hoodie, almost feeling dirty, like he needed a hot shower.

“You’re fucking vile,” the raven haired male glared, turning his back.

Alistar shrugged his shoulders, not even a hint of shame written on his face, but satisfaction. “I’ve gotten what I wanted out of this, I don’t know about any of you…” he smirked before he wiped a straying trail from under his nose with the back of his hand but not the wet from Remi’s previous sneeze.

“I mean I got to play my show and once we are out of this me and Kri are def gon-..et’TCHOOO! etCHXIEW!!” Throwing his head in an upward direction to keep his heated blow outs from singeing anyone’s eyebrows clean off their faces. Regardless, a mistral of flames spewed out of him, smoke following out his nose as he slurped loudly to contain any of his salivic mess. Kriia bit her lower lip and just continued her motions of assuring and comforting back rubs. Her nails digging every so often.

“Oh, you already know me…” licking her lips before reaching to brush a few strands of his red locks away from his tear stained white and ruby eyes. They shared a moment together, while Alistar could barely contain himself. This was more than enough mental storage for later tonight. Endless imagery. If Alistar had a choice a of favorite sneeze in the room, it was Rex’s, because it came with a dark edge of danger. Nothing better than a sneeze followed by, FIRE?! Are you KIDDING ME?! This was enough to last him a life time.

Just when it was starting to get good, they all collectively heard a series of thuds at the door.

“Al, you done yet?” Kanai’s voice echoed from behind it, everyone feeling a sense of ease and relief but Al hummed lightly an index and thumb at his chin. Considerably, he could tell the hound no, and stretch this out for a painfully long time. However, he wasn’t sure how long it would take for the wolf’s blood to burn out that muscle relaxer and beat the dog shit out of him, it seemed to already be weakening. Having gotten this far alone, was a win. Best to not push his luck.

“A while ago.. why the fuck did you leave post???” He yelled back toward his best friend, when a moment of silence rolled by before the hound had any nerve to respond.

“It’s a historical theatre, Al, and you didn’t tell me I had to man the post, just barricade the door until you said, so…mind you, I did,” almost a slight edge of sass to his usually monotoned communications. He was spending too much time with that bratty pet of theirs, Drae.

“Okay, smartass, open the fucking door then,” Al hucked his foot toward the wood, making a loud banging sound. Remi snorted, trouble in paradise. He couldn’t relate since he and Levi made such a good team. They heard a serious of bangs and shifts of metal against the wood when suddenly, it came swinging open.

“If I am a smart ass does that mean it’s a compliment? Typically one’s ass does not have a brain, so therefore it has no intelligence…with that being said would tha-….” Alistar took his full blackened hand and palmed the center of Kanai’s face before pushing him clear out the door frame entryway.

“Just take me home,” shaking his head back and forth with a roll of his tired ruby orbs. As they all relatively sighed with relief and began to walk out, Biz quickly grabbed Al by the shoulder and turned him around

“Hey Al?” He spoke softly, almost suspiciously kind.

“Yeah?” Al looked at the taller male, cautiously but curiously still.

“I don’t hate you….Connie adores you, in some strange way, and I respect that…so I want you to know that despite how Remington may openly feel, me and my girls do not hate you…okay? You’re always welcome over…” the grey haired man opened his heart, and metaphorically his arms to the demon. His girl saw something in him that was more than difficult for anyone else to, but he would do anything to make amends for those thoughts that may play inside the redhead’s brain. If only for her.

“Oh…uh…thanks, Biziil…I appreciate that…but you know, I don’t, really feel that way right? I was just trying to stop Remi from serving me rare to the gates of Hell,” he chuckled, slightly shocked that the large man, cared about how he might feel if the group really did hate him. Regardless, they were friends of his pet, and in turn just more toys to play with. It was not important to him whether or not they liked him.

“Well, whether or not it was true, I just want you to know that there are people on this plain of existence that care about you….if you ever do, start to feel, anything,” the large bear followed with a chuckle, and it almost made the demon think deeply on it for a second before Meeko came stumbling out behind him.

“Bear…hot bath…home…pleeeeeaaaasssseee….” She whimpered slamming her forehead onto the middle of his back, arms slumped at her sides.

“Oh sweet girl…as you wish,” Biz quickly wrapped his strong tatted arm around her shoulders and brought her close to him before he turned to look at Al with a wink. Disappearing to the parking lot. As everyone else made their way home, Kanai walked with Alistar out to their own car.

“Where’s Drae?” The red head asked loosely, almost as if it didn’t really matter in the first place.

“He’s at home in bed watching some human drama show you like, because he misses you,” Kanai responded, unlocking the doors to the vehicle as they approached it.

“Jeez, he’s so needy,” shaking his head back and forth but feeling a slight…tingle in the base of his chest at the thought.

“He is quite persistent of our company, that must be a human thing…I have to research it when we get home…” mumbling now to himself as his brain started ticking away at the theories and possibilities.

“Okay nerd brain, just take me home so I can get my dick sucked at the LEAST with this fucking head cold I have….” He groaned rubbing at his temples. “I just know the orgasm is going to be fucking mind blowing,” unable to stop himself from snickering pridefully as they slid inside the car.

“I can imagine it would be a nice change of pace to have that feeling whilst also afflicted with that terrible one at the same time…might even possibly cure you…let me know,” the grey one looked over from the driver seat before the red head shot the hound a finger gun and a cheeky wink.

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To Be Continued?!

Author’s Notes: I’m so sorry this took so long and IS so long?! Uncle Fucking Christ! (Sorry I love saying that) anyway I decided to do a part two for when Alistar comes home and Drae helps him feel relief (; it’ll be a lemon one shot Part 2 which should be easier for me to crack out than a full fic with 6 characters to keep track of Lmfao. Thanks for supporting mine and Geez’s characters! We appreciate the love it really is just the best 🥰 It’s nice to create for fun and have others just simply enjoy it for what it is. All my love 🫶🏻 @aller-geez owns Meeko, Remi, Rex, Kriia and Kanai! (also Draeko who was mentioned!)

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She Wasn’t Always Like That part 1 (It’s Not Enough)

ship: Ghost x reader

summary: Ghost knows you differently, but cares about you just as much. Maybe more. 

a/n: I’m relapsing into my cod era.

tags: sfw. angst comfort. reader is a member of 141. will they won’t they trope. reference to there’s only one bed trope. Ghost would rather die than acknowledge feeling feelings and honestly mood. 

part 2

She wasn't always like that.

Ghost knew that people didn't believe him when he describes you this way. They could never imagine the only woman of the 141, trained in espionage and assassination, as anything but sunlight given human form when you're off duty. You told Ghost you didn't mind, but he found the need to mention it regardless.

"Why?" You ask him at some point, handing him another washed plate to towel off. When he only stared at you sidelong, you continued. "I mean, why do you want people to know what I was like... before?"

You always sounded so ashamed, so uncomfortable, when you spoke about 'before'. As if keeping other people at arm's length because the alternative meant you were in danger was such an embarrassing way of thinking.

Put that way, Ghost was guilty of being inspired by you. The world knows you, but they don't know you, and it makes his skin crawl. But the words got cut up on the way out his mouth. He finished drying off the plate in his hands, placing it on the nearby rack. "Do you want me to stop?"

You blinked once. Unguarded, but intelligent eyes― the only times Ghost saw fear in those eyes was through camera feeds when he was separated from you, or when you were in active spy work. "I want to understand.”

He took in a breath, shoulders lifting slightly. How to say it? Better yet, how to say it without you catching on to him? Knowing you, you'd be too fucking quick with it.

You only angled your head at him, waiting patiently. Kindly.

Fuckin' hell. "You're happy running around with the boys here, yeah? For all your whinin' about Johnny, you'd kill for the man." 

"I already have," you chuckle, reaching for a mug. 

Right. Ghost's eyes tracked the way your hand gripped the cup. Firmly. "You'd be a hell of a lot happier if they didn't take your performance at face value."

Your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" 

"It's not enough, sweetheart.”

The tone of his voice was tense and unusual enough that you turned away from the sink to look at him. "They don't know what it takes for you to keep laughin' about with them. Fuck, they don't even know how much it takes you to get out of bed in the morning." 

Your eyes softened. As the person beside me in that bed, you'd know.

Ghost didn't look away. I do. "They rattle on and on about how good you are, how strong or how kind. I agree. Believe me, I'm with them. But..." 

Your thumbs slide over the now-scrubbed mug. Squeaky clean. You hand it to him, and he takes it, all too grateful for a reason to break eye contact. "Dude, I don't mind the opinions of the outside world. Yours is enough." 

Something in your mind clicked into place. It's not enough. I am not enough.

Ghost saw the realization flicker in your eyes, and rushed to speak before you managed to ask him about jealousy or self-pity or some bullshit like that. "I don't want to see you burn yourself out, is all." 

"Oh, I will." You laughed cynically. "And when I finally burn out―"

"Y/n, say if. Not when―" 

"Simon, when I burn out," you lift a serving spoon between you and him. Your hand visibly trembled. "I want you with me. The laughing and the jokes are nice, but I've been looking inward these days. Sooner than I'd like, I'm going to burn out. When that happens, I hope you're nearby." you twist the spoon in your fingers, handle facing Simon. "No pressure, but I don't know what I'll do if you aren't." 

Though he was still reeling at the sound of his name, he plucked the piece of cutlery from your grasp and toweled it off. "The thing about you and me: if I'm not with you, then it means one thing. I'm on my way." 

A small, affectionate smile lit up your face, or maybe that was the sunlight from the open window several feet behind him. The sky had the fucking audacity to have correct fucking timing― 

The door burst open, and a gaggle of your sisters-in-arms, plus Gaz, pushed through. "Y/N! Ghost, can we steal Y/N from you for a bit?" 

It was a rhetorical question; whatever you and him were, no one knew the entire story, and no one asked. Maybe Ghost was getting tired of people not understanding you the way he did, the same way they didn't understand what he was with you. Maybe not.

Simple as that, your practiced smile appeared, and you hollered. "LADIES! I told you not to bring goddamn Kyle into this." 

An outraged noise from the young man had you giggling. "Jokes, jokes. Let's go. Ah, hey Ghost?"

He turned.

"Thank you." you smiled, eyes shining. 

Ghost paused. Then nodded once. 

When the door closed behind you, and the noise of friends enjoying your performance faded away, the image and sound of you burned in his memory. 

God fucking damnit.