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sunnyrealist · 2 months

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🌶️ Chapter 31: Entranced 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: It's the beginning of summer for Kate, and Sebastian has a full week off of work. He invited her to journey with him through the Scottish Highlands, where they will eventually explore ruins, caves, and a long abandoned castle high in the mountains, searching for magical artifacts and treasures. In the previous chapter, Sebastian took care of Kate when she got sick from portkey travel, and they were able to do a lot of chatting as they began their trek. This chapter is a continuation of Day One.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. For this particular chapter - missionary sex and discussion about being virgins when they were in school.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 31: Entranced

Kate’s pencil scratches over the parchment as she shades in the trees. In concentration, her eyes are narrowed, and she bites her lip.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian’s voice whispers low in her ear.

Kate jumps, taken completely by surprise. Her pencil is thrown away, and she clutches the dragonhide sketching journal to her chest, trying to hide it. “Oh! I didn’t mean for you to see this sketch - at least not yet!”

Sebastian chuckles. “I didn’t intend to frighten you. I just finished pitching the tent and was curious about what you were doing.” He steps around the fallen tree and then plops down to sit next to Kate. His bare torso is glistening with sweat, as he insisted upon doing the work the muggle way, the way his father did before him. “Can I see it?”

“It’s… not finished,” Kate replies quickly, blushing.

“That’s all right. Can I see the work in progress a little more closely? Please?” he asks sweetly.

“It might not be very good,” Kate stalls.

Sebastian puts his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. “My love, you have nothing to worry about. Your creativity will be beautiful in my eyes no matter what - even if it’s just a work in progress.”

Kate sighs, caving. “Alright.” She hands the book to Sebastian, looking away, completely flushed.

With an amused smile, Sebastian gently takes the sketchbook from Kate’s hands, examining her reaction first. Then, his eyes roam over the drawing, which depicts him working shirtless to pitch the tent with the dense forest in the background. His heart beats faster as he notes the care and attention that went into sketching his likeness.

“It’s a masterpiece. You’re a talented artist, my sweet sun. You captured everything so perfectly - the pine forest, the environment, even… me,” he complimented, grinning broadly. He turned to kiss her cheek. “I find it quite charming you wanted to include me in your drawing. And why are you being so humble? You should be proud.”

“I- I’m sorry. I’m not used to sharing any of my artwork,” Kate stammers. “I just thought that if- if I drew this, then I would always have something to help me remember our first journey together.”

“Maybe we’ll frame it,” Sebastian suggests, kissing her shoulder. “Do you draw often?”

Kate finally relaxes and smiles. “I… sometimes, but it’s just a hobby. Sketching was something I always loved when I was a child.”

“Clearly, you’ve practiced a lot,” he murmurs, still staring in awe at all of the detail in the sketch.

She opens up more due to his praise. “Well… there was a vast forest near my parents’ manor, and I would trek into the woods and draw whatever caught my eye - flowers, animals, trees, and sometimes even my friends and family.”

Sebastian’s eyebrow raises, his interest piqued. “I would not have taken you for a child who would have liked the woods. Perhaps you could show me this forest someday?”

“I would love to take you there. Gods, it was the perfect place to play as a child. I used to run around there all day long - alone, with friends, with my sister and our cousins… There were so many animals to observe, and there was even a small creek. Sometimes Irene and I would find what we called… treasures,” Kate reminisces.

Sebastian smiles warmly at the thought of a little innocent girl running through a forest. The idea of her finding little prizes sounds even more endearing. “What do you mean by treasures? That’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever heard.”

Kate laughs. “Well, they’re not going to sound like treasures to you.” She pauses. “They were things like… the first flower to bloom in spring. Pretty autumn leaves. And once… Irene and I discovered a full deer skeleton. We thought we had encountered the most amazing thing in the entire world!”

“I would have been thrilled to find that as a boy, too.” Sebastian chuckles.

“I’m glad you understand. You know, my parents humored us and always made sure to feign astonishment at whatever we showed them after our little adventures. I want to do that someday for my children, too,” she muses.

“Our children,” he softly corrects, taking her hand. “We’ll make sure they get to spend plenty of time outdoors in the fresh air, exploring, learning, and making their own discoveries. They’ll appreciate and enjoy the pure and simple things in life.” His eyes light up when he looks at her.

“I… I hope so,” Kate responds quietly, her cheeks pink. “What… What about you? Did you and Anne have any adventures or do any treasure-hunting when you were young?”

“Yes, definitely. In Feldcroft, we were outside all the time practicing spells and, well, trying to stay away out of my uncle’s way.” Sebastian smiles faintly, thinking back to his childhood. “But when we lived with our parents, we would have all kinds of fun adventures. As you know, my parents were Hogwarts professors. During holidays and summers, they would bring us to school with them. They’d let us explore the castle on our own while they prepped for lessons and graded assignments. Anne and I were much more familiar with Hogwarts than most of our peers when we arrived as first-years. We didn’t live far away - just over in Aranshire. Anne and I would sneak off on nearby paths when our parents were busy studying indoors. We’d watch the trains heading to and from the Hogsmeade station. But… we also got into trouble.” He pauses, chuckling. “Just off the paths, we would hide and spy on people passing by. Sometimes we’d throw an acorn or pebble on the path to make some noise and see if they got nervous, since we made them feel like they were being followed. There was one time that we messed with the wrong person. That was pretty scary for us as kids, but we were never all that far away from home and knew the area better than most of the people we pranked. We were usually safe, despite all of the risks we took. Or, should I say, that Anne took. She was usually the one who got us into trouble.”

Kate smiles at his cheerfulness - it’s rare when he speaks of his past in high regard.

“How about you, sweetheart? What was the most daring and adventurous thing you did as a kid?” Sebastian inquired.

Kate scoffs. “I would not have called myself a daring child. But… there was one time…” She trails off, thinking back. “There is a lake within walking distance from my parents’ home. I would swim there with my friends every summer. Once, I was dared to jump into the lake from the top of a cliff.” She grins. “In truth, I was terrified, but I didn’t want to back down from a dare. My sister begged me not to do it. But I did, and it was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life! Afterwards, I did it over and over again.”

“That’s true courage - doing something even when you’re scared,” Sebastian replies.

Kate beams. “It’s how I learned to enjoy the sensation of flying. I don’t think I would be as adept on a broom if I had never jumped from such a height.”

Then, a cheeky smile grows across his face. “You know… I’m surprised a Hufflepuff would do such a thing.” He squeezes her waist, chuckling.

Kate swats at him playfully, narrowing her eyes. “Fucking snake.”

He leans in. “Yes. But I’m your fucking snake.” Then, he presses his mouth to hers.

She has to almost immediately turn away and end the kiss because a giggle has burst out of her belly. They laugh together for a minute, and then, Sebastian takes her hand, standing up and pulling her with him.

“Come with me. I want to show you our home for the trip,” he says, escorting her towards the little brown tent.

Kate breathes a sigh of relief when Sebastian holds open the flap to reveal that the tent has been enchanted to be slightly bigger on the inside. Her eyes dance around, taking it all in. There is a little wood-burning cast iron stove to keep them warm and a table with two chairs, and on the other side of the tent, there is a much smaller bed than the one she has in her cottage. It’s outfitted with two pillows and a few mismatched blankets. Candles float high above them at the center of the tent.

Sebastian carefully watches her reaction, and when he speaks, he sounds a bit nervous. “Look, Kate… I, um… I know it isn’t much… and certainly not what someone like you deserves…”

“It’s fine, Sebastian!” she interrupts. “I wasn’t expecting anything glamorous. For Merlin’s sake, we are camping.” She gives him a peck on the cheek. “I’m just glad to see we aren’t going to sleep on the floor in separate sleeping bundles.”

A glint of mischief appears in his eye. “Of course not. We’ll always sleep together.”

Kate’s tummy rumbles. “Now, how about some dinner? We’ve both had a long day of hiking, and you have spent considerable effort setting up camp,” Kate suggests.

Sebastian nods appreciatively.

“I’ll handle it all, Seb. You just need to make yourself comfortable.”

“Not quite yet. I still have to put up protective wards,” Sebastian explains. “Muggles really don’t come here, nor magical folk, but… it’s just in case. Better to be safe than sorry. It’ll also keep animals away - wildcats, wolves, nifflers… nothing dangerous or annoying will disturb us tonight.” He smiles.

“Thank you, love,” Kate says, squeezing his arm. “I’ll have dinner ready as soon as you are finished.”

Sebastian smooths back his hair before he steps back into the tent. Kate’s eyes flick up to his as she sets a full plate down. She has changed out of her hiking attire into a more simple dress, like one she would normally wear at home. It’s a cornflower color that brings out the blue of her eyes.

“It’s pretty much ready,” Kate informs him.

Sebastian nods. “Smells delicious. I’ll just throw a shirt on first.”

He returns a few moments later wearing just a simple white tunic, taking the seat next to Kate. The two of them have grown more and more accustomed to seeing each other in comfortable clothes, though Sebastian, devil he is, prefers none at all.

“I wasn’t expecting something so fancy,” he notes, his eyes growing wide as he looks at his plate. “But I’d never complain about a steak… and mashed potatoes and roasted carrots and warm rolls! Merlin, Kate - you didn’t have to do all this!”

“Only the best for my Bash,” Kate murmurs proudly, glad that she had worked tirelessly the evening before their trip (really, though - well into the night, sacrificing a considerable amount of sleep) to prepare all of the food. She giggles, watching Sebastian eagerly shovel the food into his mouth.

“Damn,” he says with his mouth full. “This is so tasty. It’s just the way I like it.”

Kate pours red wine for them both. “Good.”

After hastily inhaling about a third of his dinner serving, Sebastian notices she hasn’t even taken a bite yet and forces himself to slow down. Since his time in Azkaban, it has been a habit for him to eat as fast as possible. In those days, he was starved and never knew when his next meal would be. If he left any food sitting for a while, it could have been taken from him by guards or stolen from fellow inmates. Rushing through a meal had been a matter of survival.

He took a sip of wine and paused, trying to regain some good manners. “Can I ask something? You had mentioned your sister earlier, and I was curious - what was your relationship like growing up?”

Kate chews a piece of steak, thinking. “Well, it had its ups and downs. Sometimes Irene and I were best friends, and other times, mortal enemies. We knew exactly how to annoy each other.” She chuckles. “Our relationship drastically changed when I went to Hogwarts as a first-year. She is two years younger than me, so I’m sure it must have felt strange for her to be the only child when I left. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. We wrote each other letters every week, and whenever I’d come home for holidays and summer, we would spend all of our time together. We really missed each other.” She paused. “Then, when Irene came to Hogwarts, I was so hopeful she’d be sorted into Hufflepuff with me. After all, our papa had been Hufflepuff, so she could have ended up there, too! But… I should have known she’d be in Slytherin. She’s just like my mamma.” She takes a bite of her roll. “I helped her a lot in the beginning since I knew my way around the castle. I gave her plenty of advice. And, you know, in the end, it didn’t much matter that she was in a different house. We still hung out all the time. Irene was always welcome in the Hufflepuff common room - no one - not even our prefects - cared about her following me inside. Now… Slytherin was different. She had told me all about the underwater common room, and I was desperate to see it. One night, she snuck me in. Merlin, it was fascinating… Hey… I wonder if I passed by you that day in my third year, while I was using disillusionment.” She gives him a lopsided smile.

Sebastian grins back. “There’s no way I would have seen you. If I had… I would have been entranced.”

“I would have been entranced, too.” She laughs. “I would have been obsessed with the handsome older Slytherin, and all of my friends would have known it and come up with ways to thrust us together in the most mortifying of ways.” She looks far off, imagining it. “Honestly, though… I would have come up with ways to run into you, too. I would have done something like trip in front of you on purpose and drop a bunch of parchment…” She puts her hand over his. “And then I would have reached for the same piece of parchment you did to accidentally brush my hand against yours.”

He barks out a laugh. “You would have definitely gotten my attention, unless it was during my fifth year. I would have probably come up with some way to impress you - like invite you to watch one of my dueling matches, where I will mention, I was undefeated. Or maybe I would have asked for a token from you to carry or wear during a Quidditch match - and then played the best game of my life.” He chuckles again. “I would have asked you out for a butterbeer and sent you letters with romantic quotes in them.”

Kate’s smile grows. “And I would have saved every single one and read them over and over until the parchment began to fray.” She takes a few more bites of food, fully indulging in the fantasy. “And I suppose you would have eventually asked me to be your girlfriend…”

Sebastian carries on with the idea. “Undoubtedly. I would have bought all your favorite sweets from Honeydukes as a grand gesture. And then I would make it obvious to the entire student body that we were dating. Like… embarrassingly obvious. I would have escorted you to every class, holding hands. You would have sat at the Slytherin table for meals. You wouldn’t have had to sneak into the Slytherin common room. My roommates would have gotten used to you hanging out in our dorm…” He trails off.

Kate’s face is growing a bit red from the wine. “But I’m suuuure you wouldn’t have kept me out after curfew, right?”

“Ha! Never, not me,” he replies sarcastically. “We would never have gotten caught, though. I would have met you at night at my secret hideout, the Undercroft. And… I would have done… ungentlemanly things to you there.” He smirks.

“Oh, really now?” Kate asks, giggling. “And what’s the Undercroft? Some made-up place?”

He scoops up the last bite on his plate - some mashed potatoes. “We definitely would have been each other’s first time,” he murmurs, his eyes turning dark. “I would have… well… I would have researched all about sex. I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck it up. I would have wanted it to be special.” His hand suddenly rested on her thigh.

Kate looks into his eyes. “I would have wanted that, too, but I know from my actual first time that I would have been nervous. I wouldn’t have known what I was doing. But I would have been in love with you, just like now, and I would have done my best for my handsome, older Slytherin boyfriend.”

Sebastian leans over to her, and his hand goes to her cheek. “I know. I would have done everything to make you feel comfortable. I would have brought fluffy pillows and blankets. There would have been soft candlelight and, of course, just for you, lots of flowers. I would have started… by kissing you, like this…” His eyes flutter closed as he closes the distance and softly presses his lips to hers, slowly kissing her for what feels like minutes. When he draws back, he looks deeply into her eyes, searching. “And then I would have picked you up, like this…” He stood up, pulling her chair back and scooping her up into a bridal carry. “And I would have taken you to the bed.”

Kate’s breath hitches, and she kisses his neck and chest and anywhere else she can reach. Her heart beats faster as he sets her down.

“I would have undressed you slowly…” Sebastian whispers, pulling her dress off gently as she raises her arms. She isn’t wearing a corset underneath, only panties. His lips move from her neck to her shoulders to her chest, while his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and slide them down her thighs until they drop to the floor. Kate pulls off his shirt, and he makes quick work of his trousers and shorts.

“And then I would have laid you down on the bed…” He places his hand behind her back, lowering her down and climbing over her. “And made sure you felt adored…” His hands explore her body eagerly, tracing over her curves down to her abdomen and around her hips. His mouth discovers her breasts, kissing them softly for a moment, then sucking on each. Her nipples pebble between his lips.

“I would have… I would have…” Kate pants out, trying to contribute. “I would have asked you to show me… to show me how to please you…”

His hand takes hers, placing it over his hardened length, fisting it. “I would have shown you…” He moves her hand up and down, groaning. “And I… I would have wanted to move faster, but of course, I would have made sure you were prepared…” His hand makes its way between her legs, swiping between her folds. “Gods, you’re soaked…” he whispers. “My love… gods…”

Kate strokes his cock harder, faster. “I love you, Sebastian… Fuck… I love you…”

Sebastian circles her clit, then drives two fingers easily into her cunt. As his fingers plunge in and out, he continues the story in a raspy tone. “I would have made sure you were ready… but then, when you were, I would still have been… so careful and gentle… I would be slow…”

He leans his face down to capture her lips in a languid, deep kiss. Then, he takes himself in hand, coating his cock in her slick arousal and positioning himself just right at her center. He exhales and begins to push inside of her, moaning at the sensation of her warmth enveloping him. Fully sheathed, he holds his body above hers, looking down into her eyes. He kisses her again.

“I… oh, gods, Kate… I would have hardly been able to contain myself… but I would have kept myself under control, to make sure you enjoyed yourself… as we made love… for the first time ever…” he chokes out before beginning to move slowly.

“It… oh… it… would have been… perfect,” Kate moans. “And… eventually, you wouldn’t have had to be so… gentle if you didn’t want to…”

Sebastian begins to pick up the pace just a little. “I… would have… wanted it to… last…” He groans as Kate pushes back on him, quickly joining him in his rhythm.

Kate’s hands reach around him, holding him tight and pulling his body down flush against hers. His breathing is ragged in her ear as he thrusts deeply, over and over again, the pleasure building. His mouth finds hers again, his tongue dancing with hers as they give in to their wilder desires. He nips at her bottom lip, causing her to cry out. Her fingernails dig into his back.

“Sebastian… Sebastian…” she pants.

“I love you,” he moans. “I love you, Kate… I love you… Oh, gods, I’m gonna come…”

He grunts as he thrusts hard a few more times, then cries out her name as he explodes inside of her, hot ropes of cum spurting out deep inside of her. He surges forward twice more, emptying completely, and then he collapses entirely on her, out of breath and sweating.

Kate gazes upon him, her chest heaving, as she reaches up to brush his chestnut hair off of his glistening forehead. She kisses his cheek, lingering. When Sebastian pulls out, she whines at the loss. He settles next to her on the little bed, and she clings to him until his heart rate slows back down to a normal level. He nuzzles into her neck, then kisses her lips deeply.

“We would have made love over and over again,” Sebastian whispered. “I would have never wanted to stop…”

Kate smiles softly at him, her eyes looking into his seductively. “And nothing would have been stopping you then… or now…”

He leans in, kissing her again, and soon, they are making love once more. And then again. And again. Until his cum drips down her thighs, until red and purple marks cover their bodies, until they simply cannot anymore, their voices raw and their bodies exhausted.

The candlelight grows softer and softer, until finally, past 1 am, the last flickers finally extinguish and only the sound of crickets and soft snoring can be heard in the vicinity.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy oc #hl oc #hl sebastian #hl smut #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy romance #Sebastian sallow smut

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mystic-faraday · 2 years

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The Magatama’s Ability Isn’t Universal

So Saturday nights my discord server plays Ace Attorney (The UTIL Plays AA ) and Last Saturday we were doing 3-2, and the first time Psyche-Locks appear, Maya asks what they are which leads to Phoenix explaining it was caused by the Magatama, leading to this exchange

Now, this caught our attention, because that means that the Magatama does something different depending on which member of the Fey family charged it. If the Magatama’s ability to see Psyche-locks were universal, Maya wouldn’t have to ask what it was, which got us thinking... What would the Magatama do if a different Fey woman charged it?

We only discussed the Main Three Fey Woman in the original Trilogy: Mia, Maya and Pearl, and these were the conclusions we came up with.

PEARL FEY Pearl was the easiest of the three to discuss because, well, we canonically know what her Magatama does when charged. Psyche-locks. Pearls ability is to let you see when someone is lying and how guarded said lie is. She has the ability to also ‘break’ the locks and uncover their secrets.

MAYA FEY While we were discussing Maya, a handful of idea’s were thrown around, some were she could probably see Spirits or Hear them more clearly when her Magatama is charged, others were it was probably along the same line as Pearls, but the final conclusion we came up with actually aligns with a common occurrence within the games. When a Magatama is charged with Maya’s ability, you’re able to hear thoughts.

Not all thoughts, that would be far too powerful, but surface level thoughts, the most prominent thought going through your head at any given moment. This makes the most sense with how common of an occurrence it is through all the games that Maya will reply to a piece of internal dialogue Phoenix has, or comment on an extremely rude thought Phoenix was having. With how often she does this, it would make perfect sense for Maya to be able to read Phoenix’s most forward thoughts, the thoughts that we the player see.

MIA FEY Now out of the three, Mia was the hardest for us to pin point, and we haven’t been able to fully pin one down, due to how little of Mia we see outside of the two cases we play as her and her appearance in 1-1, We didn’t actually pin down exactly what a Mia charged Magatama would be able to do, but we do have a handful of theories.

Our first theory would be that Mia could see a visual representation of how Guilty someone was, or was able to just tell how much guilt someone felt toward a specific topic. The reason we came up with this theory was based on Mia’s personality, she doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would blindly trust someone 100% without a good reason, yet Mia preaches the philosophy to Phoenix that you have to believe your client is absolutely innocent. These two points contradict one another that it would only make sense that Mia would have a way to see if someone truly was innocent outside of conventional means, like her Magatama. This was the favored theory over the two.

The second theory was Mia had an ability extremely similar to Pearl and her Psyche-locks, able to tell when someone was keeping something from her and was able to sort of pry her way into the truth of the matter. This one we weren’t 100% set on, but it was the one that would also make sense considering the contradiction brought up above.

Again, these are just theories we al came up with while playing through a case, any feedback or other opinions are more than welcome because I absolutely adore the idea of the Fey girls giving the Magatama different abilities depending on who charged it.

#ace attorney #headcanons #maya fey #mia fey #pearl fey #ace attorney theory

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moony-artnstuff · 3 years

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Holding on where I am able

Erestor/Glorfindel x daughter!reader

Note: First official chapter is here! Thank you so much for your kind comments on the first part, it really means a lot! Like I said before, this is still a work in progress and I’m figuring things out as I go, but I’m really excited to share this. Questions, feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome, as long as it’s respectful of course!

Story: Mitzuki wakes up in a forest with no recollection of how she’d gotten there. As she’s trying to figure out where exactly she is she remembers a terrible fact:

She died.

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She awoke to the feeling of raindrops gently falling on her face. A bone-deep chill followed, and then the pain settled in. Opening her eyes she was met with a grey sky and the thick foliage of trees. The soft drizzle created a pattering sound on the leaves, and the earth smelled of musk and petrichor. Grunting slightly, Mitzuki pulled herself up into a sitting position and looked around. She was lying on the shores of a river, the pleasant sound of flowing water blending in with the rustling of the forest. That’s strange. She didn’t remember there being a forest near when she--

When she--

Oh no...

What the hell happened to me?

Panic started to rise in her chest as Mitzuki looked down at her body. She wore a simple white dress and no shoes. There was mud caked to her hands and feet - which was not a pleasant feeling - and everything felt bruised, but there were no wounds. No indication of her bones breaking as she hit the ocean’s surface, of her body being thrown against unwavering rocks. No signs of her skin being torn open, of saltwater mixing with blood, of her lungs being crushed by the weight of merciless waves--

Nothing. This was her body, but it held no memory of it’s death. And yet--

She remembered.

‘Just breathe’, she told herself, and she let the air fill up her lungs and clear out her mind. The luxury of being able to do so again filled her with so much relief it almost made her cry. A few more breaths of the pleasant forest-smell, and she could feel her heartbeat slowing and the ringing in her ears quiet down. ‘Just breathe… what can I see?’ Once again she looked around. Aside from the occasional bush, a few flowers and many, many trees, she didn’t see anything that could help her situation, until she looked up. Big black clouds of smoke rose up from somewhere in the forest, indicating that something was burning, and where there is fire, there are people. Pulling herself up she immediately fell down again, letting out a strangled yelp.

“Damn legs...” Carefully she stood up again, and with wobbly steps made her way into the forest, following the rise of smoke.

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It was a village. Or at least the remains of it. From the bush where she was hidden she saw half-burned down houses and shattered glass on the ground. Several items - was that a sword? - littered the streets and all was deathly silent. ‘How strange’, Mitzuki thought, ‘everything looks so medieval’. As quiet as she could she crept out from behind the bush and made her way down to the streets, careful not to step in any shards of broken glass and checking every corner to see if she could find people. She had to stifle a yelp when she stepped on a sharp rock, cursing under her breath as she grumbled to herself that - although she wasn’t certain whether or not she had been wearing a dress when she had drowned, she most definitely had been wearing shoes, so where had they gone off to?

Then she heard voices. A soft murmuring from a few streets further down, and as she rounded the last corner and peaked from behind the safety of a half-burned down wall, the sight she was met with made her stomach turn. There, in the middle of a square was a pile of disgusting looking creatures, with deformed limbs and black-greyish skin. The part of their eyes that should’ve been white was yellow, and the unseeing look on their horrifying faces made her skin crawl. Smoke rose from the pile, and as the stench of burned, rotten flesh hit her nostrils Mitzuki had to fight the urge to vomit. Surrounding the pile of… creatures, a small group of people were discussing something. They wore strange clothes and carried swords, and all of them had long hair braided tightly onto their heads.

‘Did I stumble across some renaissance fair?’ That would have been pretty cool though, she had always wanted to go to one. Then all of the sudden one of the men turned his head and looked her straight in the eye, making her freeze in her spot.

Shit.

The man said something to his companions, and then they all started making their way towards her with very real, very sharp looking swords in hand.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit--

Stumbling back and tripping over her feet in her haste, Mitzuki quickly tried to get away, but froze again when she felt her back hit something solid and alive, something that most definitely wasn’t there a minute ago. Spinning around and looking up, her gaze was met with sapphire eyes and a stern face. Before her stood an incredibly tall man, dressed in leather armor made for riding, a hand resting firmly on the pommel of his sword and a head of long braided curls that looked like they were spun of gold. He was gorgeous… but also way too close for her liking. Behind him stood a group of people who were dressed in a similar fashion, and she could hear the footsteps of the other soldiers coming closer. Before she knew it she was surrounded, pressed up against the wall and fists up in the air, ready to fight whoever decided to come closer--

-- but no one moved. Mitzuki looked back at the man she had bumped into, and saw that his previously stern face had turned into a smile (which made him look unfairly beautiful, but okay). He pressed his hand to his chest and then extended it to her, saying something that sounded like a greeting, though she could not know for sure as she didn’t understand a word of it. At her lack of response, the man raised an eyebrow though the smile never left his face, and he spoke again, slower this time.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Mitzuki responded, and the man looked at her confused. A soft murmur started between the soldiers surrounding them, people glancing at each other as if to ask what was going on, before they were quickly silenced by the blond man raising his hand (Mitzuki guessed he was their leader, then). Once again the man said something to her, though the words he used seemed to be of a different language, a more flowing one than the one he used before. She still couldn’t understand him, which did not improve her mood, but perhaps he could understand her if she--

“Sprechen Sie Deutsch?” At her attempt to speak German the man looked even more confused. Surely her pronunciation wasn’t that bad?

“Est-ce que tu parles français?” Once again she was only met with confusion, and people started murmuring again. In one last hopeful attempt she tried;

“Anata wa nihongo o hanasemasu ka?” Nothing. Someone stepped forward - a woman, now that she looked closer - and started conversing with the blond man, again in that flowing language she couldn’t understand. Now Mitzuki really started to panic. She woke up in a strange place with no idea how she had gotten there, then found a burned down village that looked way too medieval for the 21st century and now she was surrounded by a group of strange people playing a dress-up game, speaking in a language she couldn’t understand! They had not yet made a move to harm her but that could change any minute, so she kept her guard up, purposely ignoring the voice in her head that said that fighting a group of people who were all at least two head taller than her and carrying swords with just her bare fists was probably not going to do her any favors, but that didn’t matter.

The blond man had turned his attention back to her, and with his hands raised, palms facing her he slowly made his way over. She scowled at him, but that just made him smile. He kneeled down in front of her, patted his chest and said;

“Glorfindel.”

What??

He patted his chest again, “Im Glorfindel.” ‘Yeah buddy, I understood you the first time. It’s just your name that surprises me’, she thought, because seriously? Glorfindel? Named after one of Tolkien’s heroes? Oh wait, now he was pointing at her. Did he want to know her name?

Oh. He did.

“I-- uhm… I’m-...” Mitzuki hated how pathetic she sounded in the face of such a simple question. What is my name? She knew her name, of course, but for some reason she couldn’t get the word past her lips. Mitzuki. It felt so… distant. Like it wasn’t really hers anymore. And then the realization hit her again;

I died.

I’m not supposed to be here.

“I… I don’t know.” She did not see the look of concern that passed through the man’s eyes at the slight waver in her voice, and she barely noticed when he wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and then oh so gently pulled her along. As they joined the group the blond started to give out orders, and within a minute they were on the move, making their way out of the burned-down village and into the forest. It didn’t matter where they were going, not really.

This isn’t real. Mitzuki could feel a lump form in her throat.

I died.

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#Holding on where I am able #Erestor/Glorfindel #erestor/platonic!reader #glorfindel/platonic!reader #found family #lord of the rings #the hobbit #oc story #tolkien oc #moony's oc #mitzuki

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Flower | 37

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 5k

; Warnings: Discussions of IVF, sperm donation

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Thank you for the reception to the last chapter! :D I think that was the most comments/feedback in a long time for Flower haha. It means a lot to me to have your comments like that <3333 I hope you enjoy this one, perhaps it’s not really what you were expecting. I changed the last few around and the characters had decided this was the way they wanted to go! (it might sound silly but honestly, characters have a life of their own!)

; Flower Masterpost

“Meeps!” Hoseok’s calls from the hallway, catching your attention from where you’d lined up all your baking ingredients on the counter. “I’m heading out.”

Placing the glass bowl down carefully, you wipe your hands clean before heading out and smiling at him brightly. He’s got a dark denim jacket on alongside his new favourite black leather biker style boots, looking suitably rocker and even more sexy. Maybe you had a thing for those boots.

You don’t let him know this though, just watching as he pats his pockets to check he has his phone and wallet before a concerned expression takes over his face. Chuckling, you reach out to tap his hand, revealing the car keys he’s panicking over and causing his cheeks to fluff a pretty rose.

“Thanks. Do you want me to bring you anything back later? I can swing by the store on my way back home once we’re done?” Shaking your head at him, you squeeze at the hand you’re still touching and give him a thankful smile.

“No, I’m good. We’re going to order in later. Maybe that Japanese place that we ordered from the other week or something. Thank you, though. Enjoy yourself, okay? Text me when you’re going to set off.” Hoseok nods before leaning forward, giving you a quick kiss before he’s out of the door.

Standing for a moment, you overhear the sound of his car starting up before turning around and heading back into the kitchen. Grabbing your phone, your fingers tap at the screen as you let the girl’s know that the door is open for them to just walk in. Almost as soon as you’ve sent the message into your group chat, you’re distracted away by the bark from Ciri at your feet.

She’s still pretty small, only a little bigger than she’d been three months ago when Hoseok had proposed, but you think that just makes her look cuter. Thankfully, she’s been very easy to train so far and she’s currently sat so prettily as she looks up at you, big eyes staring intently at your hands.

Another short, sharp bark makes you laugh as you glance at the stuff you’d gotten out to bake with. Crouching down, you stroke her fur and make baby noises to her until her tail is sweeping the floor rapidly.

“Ciri-billy, I haven’t even started yet! You can’t eat them as they are now. Have some patience my darling.” You don’t know why you call your pets the nicknames that you do, or even where the names come. They just tend to pop out of your mouth when you’re talking to them and you just roll with it.

It’s caused Hoseok to laugh more than once to hear you call Kasumi your chicken or Ciri your little pudding. Particularly given you don’t call him by many pet names, instead just using his name or Hobi. Occasionally he’ll get a ‘babe’ or a ‘sweetheart’ but it’s not too often.

“Soon my bub.” Giggling, you give her a final stroke before standing back up and facing the counter. Quickly opening Spotify and beginning the playlist of your favourite songs, you keep your phone within easy reaching distance while looking over the recipe you’d printed out earlier in the day.

It takes only minutes for you to become entranced in what you’re doing; careful measuring of ingredients and the delicate balance of mixing them to create a wonderful treat. Only what you’re making today isn’t for yourself, or even your best friends.

No, they’re for Ciri. You’d found a recipe for grain-free dog treats and you’d decided to try making them. Part of you couldn’t quite believe what you were doing, particularly for a dog, but you would enjoy seeing Ciri enjoy them all. It wouldn’t surprise you if Hoseok decided to try and eat one himself.

You’re so involved with baking and singing along to the music that plays through the Bluetooth connected speakers in the kitchen, obviously something that Hoseok had bought because you’d considered it pointless, that you don’t hear the front door opening. It’s only when you turn to put some of the finished treats onto the wire trays that you’ve lined up that you realise when Chungha is suddenly standing in front of you.

Shrieking, you jump and have to battle to not drop all the freshly baked goods onto the floor while cursing up a storm. Almost immediately she moves to help you, apologising profusely as she yelps when grabbing a falling dog treat, her face twisting as it burns her fingers.

“Oh fuck! Chungha, shit. Are you okay? Oh my god, come over here.” Tugging her to the sink, you turn on the cold water and shove her hand under it, ignoring her whine of pain as the cold water interacts with her burn. The two of you focus on making sure it’s okay, even resulting in you going to grab the first aid kit Hoseok had bought a year ago when a sudden voice interrupts.

“What is going on here?” Two sides of wide eyes turn to Soyeon, letting her see the medical stuff you’ve haphazardly thrown on the side as you’ve looked for the burn ointment you could have sworn was in here. A glance at the treats causes a small ‘o’ to form on her pretty lips before she leans against the counter, elbows on the top.

“Ooh, baking mishap?” Teasing you with a grin and a wiggle of her brows, you nod before handing Chungha the tube you’d finally found. She gives you a smile of gratitude and applies some to her hand, her lips pursed into an adorable pout as she concentrates. You’re so busy concentrating on watching her that you almost miss Soyeon’s hand as it reaches out to the wire trays.

“No!” Shouting, the word causes her to jerk in surprise as she snaps her hand back with almost obscenely wide eyes. Cringing, you realised that you’d perhaps been a little bit too loud and give her an apologetic wince.

“Sorry. I just...they’re not for us. They’re for Ciri! I found a recipe to make some treats for her so I thought I’d give it a go. Think I made enough for her?” Brow raising, you chuckle while gesturing to the ridiculous amount. Perhaps you’d bought a little too many ingredients and gotten just a little excited in it.

There’s no way you could feed Ciri all this before they went off. She’d end up getting sick, and you hated having to clean that up. Which meant you couldn’t because then Hoseok would have to clean it up and you know he’d whine and pout the whole time.

“I can take some back for Mandu?” Soyeon offers, referring to the cute golden labrador that Jungkook and her had adopted two months ago. They’d gotten her from a shelter as a puppy and Jungkook had been the one to pick her name, unsurprisingly choosing something food-related given mandu was Korean-style dumplings.

“Sure, I’ll make sure you can take some back for Eevee too,” Glancing to Chungha, you gesture over to the box on the other counter. “For us though, I did make us some triple chocolate cookies! Not entirely sure how many are left because Hoseok was being a locust.”

That gets a snort from them all as you separate the dog treats so that all three dogs will get an equal amount before washing your hands. Chungha puts the kit away and takes out two glasses from a cupboard before handing one over to Soyeon. The two take a glance inside the fridge before filling them up with fizzy lemonade.

As far as you knew, that was just what Hoseok liked to drink with one of his alcohols. It made it more like a soft drink or something.

Grabbing the box of cookies, you head into the living room and sit on the couch with a leg curled up beneath you. Your best friends follow and sit as well, looking over at the television where Netflix has been paused in the show you’d been watching. One of what was considered to be your worst traits was that you took far too long to watch the ‘popular’ shows, which is why you’d finally started watching Breaking Bad way too late.

Hoseok had been bugging you to try and watch it for years now but you’d just never been interested.

“Ooh, you’re getting to a good bit.” Chungha comments, reaching forward to grab one of the cookies out of the box and munching on it. A soft noise of happiness leaves her as she chews, her butt wiggling as the flavours melt on her tongue.

“Shh, I already have to put up with Hoseok doing that. I don’t need you doing it too,” Pursing your lip into a pout, you cross your legs and grab the sleeping Pikachu cushion from your side before hugging it. “I’m going, to be honest with you as well, I don’t really like this. I don’t get the hype.”

As expected, both of them look at you with shocked faces that make you want to laugh. You don’t know what it is about going against the grain but the reactions you got never ceased to amaze you.

“Are you kidding? Breaking Bad is like...television perfection! The character arcs are just...urgh, exquisite.” Brow raising, you watch as Chungha continues to wax poetic about the show while Soyeon nods along and interjects now and again in support.

“Well, I think it’s pretty boring. And I don’t like Walter. He’s an asshole.” More shocked looks cause you to reach out and take the PS4 controller, exiting the show and moving on to look through the large list of shows and films Netflix had on offer. Without any input from either of them, you settle on The Umbrella Academy.

You’d already watched both seasons but it was something easy to have on in the background while you all probably talked instead.

“How’s wedding planning?” The question comes from Soyeon, who lets her head drop onto the back of the couch. Kasumi is laid out next to her, probably purring contentedly as her soft fur is stroked and she gets all the scratches and love. Ciri is currently curled up between Chungha and you, her tail hitting your thigh gently.

“Good, good. We’ve chosen a date and booked the venue so...we’re going to get the invites done as soon as we can. Before we get onto picking stuff for the actual ceremony and all that, we’re going to book the honeymoon. Priorities, you know. I think we’re leaning towards Argentina for two weeks at the minute but that might change.” You were adamant on exploring the world with Hoseok and Argentina would be your first foray into South America.

Which wasn’t much really considering you’d only ever visited Italy and Thailand so far. But still, when the opportunity arose then you would grasp it firmly.

Chungha finishes off her cookie before brushing at her mouth delicately, “Have you bought one of those wedding planner’s? Where it lists out all the stuff for you to plan and add in ideas and stuff?”

Nodding, you smile at her before gesturing over to the bookcase to the right. Alongside the books, video games, figurines and plushies that had accumulated over time was the binder that you’d purchased only days after getting engaged. Part of you was still trying to get your head around the fact that you no longer had a boyfriend but a fiancé.

And in a couple of months then you’d have a husband. It was odd to think about.

“Ah, it’s all exciting to think about.”

“It is, but I don’t have much more to tell you at the minute, to be honest. We haven’t decided much more apart from that and I haven’t looked into anything else. I’m trying not to overwhelm myself, you know? Go slow.” That gets them both nodding in acknowledgement before they look around.

“Where’s Hoseok gone today?”

“Oh, he’s gone to a concert with Taehyung and Yoongi. Some...weird prog-rock band or something. He’s been playing some of the songs lately and they sound odd but he’s into it so,” You shrug with a wry twist to your lips, causing them to snort. “I doubt he’ll be home before midnight, to be honest, so...we have the house to ourselves, ladies!”

“I mean...I’m pretty sure the most exciting thing we’re going to do is just eat food or something. Which is probably all we ever do when we’re together. You guys are not good for my waistline.” Soyeon groans, patting her flat stomach and you give her a droll stare.

“Really?”

“Yeah?” Chungha backs you up and you can’t help but laugh in amusement, giving her an equally amused stare. She’s just as skinny as Soyeon is but you can’t bring yourself to argue with either of them. Everyone has their issues going on after all.

That thought makes you frown and you reach out to Soyeon, clasping her hand tightly as you watch her with concern. Your sudden change in demeanour causes her brow to lower, gaze skittering away from yours given how intense it was.

“You’re okay, right? There’s nothing wrong or anything you’d wanna talk about?” The sincerity in your voice makes her smile softly, her free hand coming to rest against your own and squeezing it gently.

“I’m okay, I promise. It was just a joke, honestly.” Twisting your lips slightly, you stare deeply into her eyes before nodding slowly in acceptance. After spending so long hating yourself, you didn’t want to let your friends feel even an iota of the self-hatred you had. Especially when they were so pretty anyway.

“So err...while we’re still talking about moderately serious stuff, I have something to ask both of you. I mean...well it’s kinda weird that I’m asking you both but I figure I should ask you to get your permission before asking them.” Chungha is babbling and you tilt your head in question, brow creasing as you wonder what on earth she’s trying to get at. She seems nervous given the way her fingers play with themselves and her eyes skitter away from your direction.

“Dahyun was supposed to be here, you know that, but she’s ended up having to go see her grandparents as her grandma is sick right now. Otherwise, she’d be here too. So...we’ve decided that we want a kid. And we’re looking to adopt, we’ve put our names down and everything but it takes a while to even get approved for that. But we also would like to have a baby as well. Like...one of ours. I know Dahyun, in particular, is quite eager to get to experience pregnancy because she’d always dreamed of having a baby but as you can guess, being lesbians we don’t have the option of getting pregnant so easily.” Now your eyebrows have lifted high, probably almost to your hairline as you listen to Chungha’s nervous words.

It doesn’t surprise you that they’re wanting to have kids now. They’ve been together for a while as well, and you know that they’ve been considering whether or not to get married. For the moment though, they’d just registered themselves in a civil partnership, unsure whether they wanted to go through the whole wedding thing just yet. Though you did not doubt that they would eventually go for it.

Kids were the next logical choice for them, and you felt excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of Chungha being a mommy. Even if you didn’t like kids, it didn’t mean that you weren’t excited for your friends when they wanted to have them.

You could imagine that it was a bit more stressful for Chungha and Dahyun as a lesbian couple, as compared to a heterosexual couple. The more you thought about that actually, the more unfair it seemed. People were getting pregnant all the time by accident, but your best friend had to go through so much effort to get the same result.

“So, we’ve looked into IVF and all that stuff. There’s not just IVF, there are other methods too. But if we’re spending money on it then we’d rather have the best chance of success, you know? I’m not explaining it very well but I’m not a scientist either, we’ve researched it a lot and had a preliminary appointment either way. I just...have something potentially awkward to ask.” She pauses at that, her face twisting into a picture of nerves and hesitation.

A glance at Soyeon has you catching eye contact, but neither of you says anything and decide to let Chungha go at her own pace. You have an idea as to where she’s going with this, but you feel that she should at least be allowed to get there on her own.

“So, we can use sperm from a sperm bank, right? It’s all checked over and vetted, but it’s really expensive. And I know that sounds rich considering we’re wanting to have a baby and the last thing they are is cheap, but we’re trying to look at all our options for the moment. What I’m trying to ask in a long-winded way is would either of you be okay if we asked Hoseok or Jungkook to maybe donate? I know it sounds awkward given we know them and you’re both dating them but they can get everything tested and I’d feel a little easier if we knew the sperm donor, you know?” A grimace takes over her mouth, causing you to frown as you reach out and squeeze her leg in reassurance.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologise. I think we’ve all been friends for long enough that something like this can be discussed without ridicule or negative emotions, right?” Looking to Soyeon, you feel relief as she smiles and nods in agreement. “I’m excited for you to start a family! You know I’m not one for kids so I can’t say I understand the whole process you’re going through but I can assure you that I’ll support you and Dahyun the whole way. In terms of a donation...well it’s up to you, Soyeon, and Jungkook. Hoseok literally can’t.”

Glancing between them both, you make a scissors gesture and watch in amusement as both their eyebrows rise in realisation. It wasn’t something you’d discussed with them before, even if Hoseok had been fine about it, mainly because you’d felt Hoseok’s health and your sex life weren’t things to casually talk about. But you felt it important at this moment to make sure Chungha knew that you weren’t being callous.

“Oh? That makes sense though, you’ve never wanted kids and it doesn’t surprise me that Hoseok doesn’t want them either then. So that leaves Jungkook, huh?” Soyeon chuckles, leaning back against the couch and stroking at Kasumi’s ears gently. You wonder what she’ll say, given it’d mean her best friend having Jungkook’s baby before she does.

Some women wouldn’t be on board with that, and you suppose it’s a sign of how much Chungha loves and trusts you both that she’s querying you both with this. On the other hand, you have complete confidence that if you both turned her down then she wouldn’t be offended and they would instead use a sperm bank as she’d said.

Chungha turns more to Soyeon, playing with her hands as her nerves ramp up. It must be affecting Ciri because the dog sits up, tilting her head and staring almost in concern at your friend. Smiling, you scoop Ciri into your lap and scratch behind her ears until her back leg is going.

“You can say no, I won’t be offended. Nor would Dahyun, if she could be here. We don’t expect anything. I just wanted to ask you both first because I felt it’d be rude of me to just go to him instead of querying with you two. You’re my best friends and they are your boyfriends after all. Also, Jungkook can definitely say no too. Once again, we don’t expect him to agree if he’s not comfortable with it. I just...wanted to ask, you know? We kinda considered all of Hoseok’s friends because neither of us has many male friends and we’d love to be able to have a better idea of the donor’s personality, a more detailed medical history and everything. Plus, with us having to do everything medically then it helps to make it a little more ‘normal’ for us. He doesn’t have to be involved in the baby’s life if he doesn’t want to be, otherwise, I’d just like for him to be known as an uncle. In the future, we’d tell them who their sperm donor was if Jungkook was okay with it and they wanted to know.” You find yourself nodding, appreciating the fact that Chungha and Dahyun have thought this through.

While Soyeon might agree to let them ask Jungkook, there was every chance that Jungkook might not want to agree anyway. Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of another woman having his baby, even if he won’t have any rights to it. Some people didn’t like things like that. Or maybe he just didn’t want to, for whatever reason.

The fact that she was making it clear that Jungkook and Soyeon were both allowed, even encouraged, to say no if they felt uncomfortable at any moment settled you. You didn’t want to think that your friends were being forced or coerced into something just because they felt that they had to do it.

“Would it be cheaper though? I mean, I’m assuming they’d have to do tests and stuff to make sure he’s not got any diseases or genetic things that they ideally don’t want to pass on? Doesn’t that cost a lot?” Chungha sighs and nods, her lips turning down slightly.

“We would, but the difference is that I doubt we’d have to do those tests often. So if he agreed then we’d have the tests done but then after that, we don’t pay anything else. The sperm bank that was recommended to us is $1000 for just one vial of sperm. So if that doesn’t work then we have to pay out again. And I’m not saying we wouldn’t pay Jungkook, we’re both willing to offer but the idea of being stung for that much for a tiny vial is painful.” The price makes your eyes bulge while Soyeon’s jaw drops.

“Holy shit! A thousand dollars for something he just washes away? Fucking hell, he’s wasting thousands every time he jacks off. Oh my god, that must be the most expensive thing I’ve ever had in my mouth then.” Snorting, you bite your lip in amusement as you consider how many times Hoseok had ejaculated with you. Though you doubted the man was getting anywhere near a thousand dollars, it was still mind-boggling to know that the price tag on a cumshot.

“It’s ridiculous, right? I mean, okay it’s not really because obviously, they have to do all those tests and stuff. But still! You can understand why we were shocked. Either way, if you or Jungkook says no then we’re going to go that way. I want you to know that we’re not laying all our eggs in one basket. No pun intended there.” That makes all of you chuckle, the mood lightening up as you do so.

Reaching forward to the box you’d placed on the coffee table, you grab another cookie before handing more out to the two of them. Each takes one with a grateful smile before biting into it.

“I’m okay with it. I’m not sure whether I want kids or not and I think we’re just taking it as an ‘if it happens then it happens’ approach. So, to me, I’m not bothered if Jungkook says yes. Plus, you’re my best friend and I’d much rather you have a baby where you know the dad and can get more information from him. And oh my god, Jungkook would make such good babies. They’d be adorable and he has the sweetest personality!” Soyeon squeals, shaking the cookie around in excitement as she imagines his metaphorical children.

For a moment, you imagine it as well and can’t help but smile. You certainly hoped that his babies would all get his big, emotive eyes alongside his endearing personality. Before you can comment on it though, Soyeon continues.

“I will make it clear though, that he doesn’t have to say yes. He might not be comfortable with the idea of having someone he knows having his kid. Or he might not like the idea of not being involved in their lives in a father kind of way. On the other hand, he might turn around and say that he isn’t bothered at all and will give you as much as you want. But I want it to be up to him. Thankfully, I’m not a hugely possessive person so I’m not bothered by the idea of his kids with someone else.”

Watching Chungha’s face carefully, you can’t help but smile at the palpable relief that spreads over it upon Soyeon’s words. That smile vanishes though when you see her eyes glisten, the unshed tears forming fast and causing you to gently put Ciri onto the floor before you’re scooting over to her. Wrapping your arms around her, you make reassuring noises.

You’re not one to get emotional, nor can you handle other people’s emotions, but your best friends are different. They’ve been in your life for long enough by now that you feel the urge to care for them, to listen to their worries and soothe their fears. Seeing Chungha, who is normally so strong, starting to cry at Soyeon’s words makes your stomach hurt.

“Hey, hey!” Soyeon gushes, rushing over to the other side of Chungha until you’re all in some kind of weird cuddle fest. It just makes Chungha let out a laughing sob, the sound thick as the tears slowly start to fall.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if I was doing the right thing asking you both this. I know it’s something so big and important. You might have told me to fuck off and got angry with me at even thinking of it and I was so scared that you’d be annoyed by it. I mean, how many other people are going to ask their friends if they can have some of their boyfriends’ sperm to knock up their partner?” Wiping at her tears, you tut softly as you try to erase the eyeliner and mascara that’s begun to smear as well.

“I mean, it is a slightly odd ask. I think we can both agree with that,” Soyeon nods in agreement, running her fingers through Chungha’s hair. “But we’re your best friends. You didn’t demand this from us, you gave us a choice and made it clear we can deny it. I’ll be honest, if Hoseok hadn’t got the snip then I would’ve said no. I’m not personally comfortable with the idea of someone else having his baby. But I know that you would have accepted that choice and not tried to push me. Same as you’ll accept whatever decision Jungkook makes.”

“Yeah, she’s right. We love you, and we know you love us which is why you felt you could ask this of us. I’m more than happy to help my best friend start her family and I know that Dahyun has made you happier than anyone else has over the years. If everything works out then I’m going to be the coolest aunt ever.” Grinning brightly, Soyeon manages to succeed in making Chungha laugh softly.

Getting up, you rush off to the bathroom before coming back and handing her some tissue and make-up remover wipes to clean up her face. A brief smile of gratitude is given to you before she proceeds to scrub at her face.

“You’ll both be great auntie’s. Even if you’re not going to be hugely into the whole thing.” She’s looking at you then, wry amusement in her eyes as her lips twist slightly. Feeling heat spread in embarrassment at her words, you shrug and murmur an apology.

“Don’t worry, we won’t push anything on you. That is, even if it manages to happen. Who knows, maybe we’ll get approved for adoption super quick and we go through that first instead? I have no idea what’s going to happen.” At that moment, Ciri decides to make her presence annoy with a shrill yap.

Looking down at the floor, you chuckle at the sight of her annoyed face that she got pushed off the couch. Reaching out, she jumps up and wiggles herself so that she’s half on Chungha and half on you.

“Okay, I think we’ve had enough emotional and in-depth talks for today. Or at least, for this hour. How about we put on YouTube and just start watching animals being funny? Cheer us all up.” Reaching out for the controller, you exit Netflix as Soyeon nods.

The conversation isn’t quite over, you can tell that much, but you know that for now it’s just being put onto the back burner. You don’t have much more participation you can give the whole thing given you’re not being involved in it, but you’re sure that Chungha and Soyeon will talk everything out much more in-depth before Soyeon asks Jungkook.

It’s an important topic but given Chungha’s emotional nature right now, you don’t want to push it any further just yet. Instead, you figure it’s time to lighten the mood a little before any more serious talk can be had.

“Find one of those TikTok compilations, they’re so funny.” This comes from Soyeon as she points at the screen.

“What? No way, you have to watch like 20 TikTok’s to find one funny one. Vine was so much better.”

“Those are fighting words.”

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The Attack.

Part Four of the ‘Blood and Beskar’ series.

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader (Eventually)

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Season 1 Spoilers- mostly follows canon, with a few little extra bits sprinkled in, Swearing, Violence (She’s an angsty one), injury/ trauma- blood, unrequited feelings(or are they?), Cara Dune (idk if she should be a warning but in this fic I like to think of her as more of an OC)

A/N~ Oof the reader goes through the works in this chapter. I am so grateful for every like, comment, follow or reblog. I know it’s not much but I started doing this because I was bored and didn’t expect anyone to read it let alone like it. So thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter xxx Feedback is always welcome :)

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“Bad News. Can’t live here anymore,” Mando addresses the village people

You turned to look at the Mandalorian. Could he have been any blunter? When he doesn’t move to soften the blow of the statement the villagers burst out in cries of frustration and confusion. What’s and whys being thrown left right and centre.

“Nice bedside manner,” Cara comments, staring at Mando’s head.

“Think you can do better?” Mando sasses, gesturing for Cara to take the lead.

“Can’t do much worse,” she replies, sarcasm lacing her tone.

Smiling, and standing upright Cara walks forward to address the crowd of villagers, whilst, Mando leans against the wall in a huff like a child. Social skills weren’t really his strong suit, but in his own stubborn way, he had tried. You chuckled to yourself, this earned what you could have presumed was a glare from the Beskar helmet to your right, you didn’t respond, just turned back to focus your attention on Cara who was trying to keep the peace.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear, but there are no other options,” Cara argues

“But you took the job,” Stoke shouts, rousing the crowd once again.

“That was before we knew about the AT-ST,” You shot back quickly, gathering the villager’s attention to you.

“What’s that?” Stoke asked

“The armoured walker with two enormous guns, that you knew about and didn’t tell us,” Cara replies sternly.

“Please, Help us!” The crowd erupts once more

“We hired you!”

“We have nowhere to go,” Omera states, bringing her daughter closer to her chest. Her statement yet again aimed at the Mandalorian lounging against the wall behind you. You watch as she continues to stare in his direction, the feeling that you had felt yesterday when she had shown you to your hut and completely ignored you bubbled in your chest. Were you jealous? No, she was just asking for help. You had no right for these feelings anyway, he wasn’t yours. You sighed and re-entered the conversation.

“Sure you do. This is a big planet, I’ve seen a lot smaller ” Cara reasons

“My grandparents seeded these ponds!” Caben argues and the crowd continues to shout.

You understood their frustrations, their home was being taken from them and you knew what that felt like. But you struggled to find a probable solution.

“I understand, I really do, but there’s only three of us,” Cara says. You smile at your inclusion, even though the circumstances were poor it was nice to be treated like something more than a babysitter.

“There’s at least 20 here!” Stoke counters gesturing to the rest of the adults in the group.

“We need fighters, let’s be realistic,” Cara exclaims

“We can learn!” Another voice shouts, followed by pleas.

“I’ve seen that thing take out entire companies of soldiers in a matter of minutes!” Cara yells, you could tell her resolve was wearing thin.

“We’re not leaving,” Omera states, eyes trained on Mando behind you.

“You cannot fight that thing.” You repeat sternly stepping forward, eyes on her.

“Unless we teach them,” Mando voices from behind you. You turn to look at him in disbelief, joined by Cara glaring at him angrily. She lets out an exasperated sigh and turns back to the crowd.

“We can discuss a plan in the morning,”

You don’t listen to the rest of the conversation, as you notice how Omera’s focus is on Mando, and how he’s staring in return. You roll your eyes, turning your attention to the child who’s playing in the dirt beside the hut. Picking him up you begin to follow the others who have started walking to the barn to discuss the plan further.

You sat on the floor with the kid in your lap, stroking his ears and letting him play with your shirt in hopes of getting him to fall asleep. His movements were slow, you could tell he was tired, but his babbling still continued at a normal rate. You were barely listening to the conversation, too focused on the kid snuggling in your lap when you heard your name mentioned.

“Will, Y/N help us fight?” Omera asks turning her attention to you.

Before either you or Cara could reply Mando steps in.

“No,” He replies gruffly

“Wait! Why not? I am more than capable,” you argued, your eyes shooting daggers at the dark visor of his helmet.

“I said no,” Mando counters roughly, holding your stare.

You open your mouth to reply, but your answer dies in your throat. Don’t say anything you will regret you thought to yourself. So you continued the staring competition you and the Mandalorian had started, refusing to back down.

“Please,” Omera sighs, placing her hand on Mando’s arm, looking up at him “We’re going to need all the help we can get,”

Mando glanced down at the hand on his arm and then back to Omera’s eyes, then back to yours. “You will stay, and take care of the children,”

Right. You huffed to yourself. Of course, you were the babysitter. Why would you be asked to be anything more? About to argue back, you looked at the kid, asleep in your arms, you’d promised yourself you would protect him no matter what, and you were going to do it. You glanced back to notice Omera’s hand was still on Mando’s arm, you didn’t like it. Not one bit. You stood and made your way to the barn door without looking back.

“Putting the kid to bed,” You grumbled, leaving the others.

Cara chuckles as you leave the barn. She’d been observing your actions, and how much your demeanour changed when the Mandalorian was around She’d noticed the way you tensed whenever Omera got close to him, and how that would set you up to be in a foul mood, which would usually end in you bickering with the Mandalorian. But she also noticed the way the Mandalorian would steal glances of you from time to time, like now as you walked away to your hut, he’d brushed Omera’s hand of his arm and the dark visor of his helmet trained to the door you had left not moments ago. She smirked, this was going to be fun to observe.

You walk back to your hut, the sleeping kid in your arms. Once you’d looked at him, all the anger and frustration you felt melted into the background. You had to protect him no matter what. Even though it was your job, it was something you felt you had to do, you’d break every rule and give your life to protect this kid. That much you were sure of.

You place the sleeping child in the cot and rock it gently making sure he stays asleep. Once you’re satisfied he was sound asleep you take off your thigh holster, and remove your blaster, placing the knife and the blaster on the pillow, you sit pulling off your shoes.

Your peace is squashed moments later by the familiar metallic sound outside the hut. The sour feeling you harboured from before returns, making your blood boil. You hear a soft goodnight from what you would assume was Omera, and you let out a scoff just as the Mandalorian enters the hut. He turns to you and you can tell that he’s analysing you the moment your eyes meet the dark visor.

“Goodnight,” You say bluntly only adding to the tension surrounding the both of you, you turned over in your cot to face the wall.

The Mandalorian is confused. He doesn’t understand why you were suddenly so off with him, he didn’t want you in front taking out the walker because he needed you to care for the child if something happened. He realised that he just wanted you to be safe. He sighs looking at your frame once more, then lies back into the cot, slowly falling into sleep.

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In the morning Cara and Mando explain to the villagers the plan. The two of them would draw out the raiders, whilst the rest of the village would defend the farms, and you would care for the children.

The village went straight to work preparing for the fight, half of the village worked on building barricades for the edge of the village whilst the other half worked on expanding the krill ponds, in order to get the AT-ST to fall into.

Each day you helped on both projects dividing your time, between chopping logs and digging trenches. At the end of each day Mando and Cara would train the villagers in close combat with sharpened branches. By the end of the week, the village was prepared.

The morning after, Mando and Cara stood in front of the group of farmers. You sat with the child on your knee, waiting for the chaos that was about to unravel.

“Okay, who knows how to shoot?” Mando asks the crowd.

Unsurprisingly, nobody in the crowd raised their hands, as the continued to look at each other nervously. That was until Omera raised her hand. Mando nodded his head and moved to the crates full of weapons, passing out blasters and a modified pulse rifle to Omera. Of course, she knew how to shoot, and of course, she’d get a more complicated weapon, you rolled your eyes. Shaking your head in the realisation of your petty thoughts.

The rest of the villagers aimed their blasters at the frying pans ahead and the blaster shots hit pretty much everywhere but the targets. You notice Omera hit the frying pan dead in the centre, causing Mando to look down at her, clearly appreciating her skills. Yet again you found jealousy bubbling away in your chest. Maker, this is pathetic you thought to yourself. You clenched your jaw and tore your gaze away from them. Jealousy wasn’t going to protect the kid, you needed to get over yourself and focus on your own plan. You turned away and walked towards your hut keeping the child at your side, placing him in his crib when you entered the hut.

“If it wasn’t for you kid, I’d be long gone,” you confessed, stroking his soft ears gently as you sat back against the cot looking out of the door.

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As the sun began to set, you knew it was time for the plan to be put into action. Mando and Cara would go and provoke the bandits bringing both them and the AT-ST to the village.

Cara had come to check on you, and make sure you knew the plan and what you had to do. You both walked to the middle of the village where the people were busy getting ready for the fight to come. You and Cara walked towards Mando, close enough to hear Omera talking to him.

“We’ll be ready for them,” you heard her say as you got closer.

And after that, they just stood there looking at each other. You took a deep shallow breath and looked away at the children playing to your left. Your breath caught Cara’s attention and she stopped walking to look at you. She saw a flash of hurt in your expression before it changed to a blank expression. She looked back to Mando, who was beginning to walk over to where you both stood.

“I’m going to round up the children,” you mumbled before Mando could reach where you stood.

As he watches you walk away, Mando looks to Cara, hopefully conveying the question he wanted to ask, she just shrugged, beginning to walk out towards the forest. He follows catching up to her when he reaches the treeline.

“Care to explain why she couldn’t come with us?” She asks referring to you.

“She needs to look after the kid,” Mando states plainly, walking through the bushes

“So, it’s got nothing to do with the fact that she’s the furthest away from the danger, when you know she can look after herself,” Cara inquires

Mando huffs in response. He was just making sure that the kid was safe, and he knew you would keep the kid safe. He trusted you, that’s all.

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After gathering all the children in one of the huts furthest away from the trenches, you wait, your heart in your throat. The children are huddled together, their faces show expressions of fear and your heart breaks. You know the feeling, it reminded you of the day the empire attacked your planet, and your family were killed, you weren’t much older than the eldest children there.

Your thoughts are interrupted, by the distant sounds of shouting and the deep thud of what you guessed was the AT-ST. The children become restless, some starting to cry at the noise of blasters and shouts. You move forward to soothe them.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise nothing is going to happen to you, I won’t let it, but I need you to keep quiet okay,” You say in a hushed tone bringing your finger to your lips to indicate the need to be quiet.

The low thud of the AT-ST stops but you don’t hear the explosion that was expected, the blaster fire continued piercing through the air. The sounds of foreign shouts were getting louder, nobody was supposed to get this close, they weren’t supposed to get past the barricades. You knew what you had to do. You turn to the children, placing the kid in one of the eldest’s lap.

“You look after him okay, I need you all to be super quiet for me, I promise I’ll come back,” You assure them, swiftly leaving the hut and guarding the door.

The outside air was foggy, the red shots of blaster fire blistering through the air in both directions. You notice the AT-ST still had to fall into the trench, it was so close just one more step.

Your focus is then brought to the shouts of raiders close to the hut. You pull out your blaster and knife preparing for the fight. The first raider that comes into sight you take out with a single shot, along with another to your left. The next raider charges at you, and you swiftly move out of the way slashing your knife at its head, you kick out catching the back of the raiders thigh, causing it to fall to one knee, you raise your blaster and shoot. Two more raiders appear from the fog charging at you, one lunges at you as the other moves forward, you manage to block one advance but not before the other slices your thigh. You cry out in pain, throwing your knife into your opponent’s chest, bringing your knee to the others face, landing a punch to its side. But it senses your weakness, and runs at you straight on, tackling you to the floor, losing your grip on your blaster you fall, the raider placing his hands around your neck choking you. You find it hard to focus, your vision becoming blurry, as the raider strangles you. But in the back of your mind, you remember your promise, to look after the kid no matter what. You regain your focus, your hand searching on the ground for your blaster, grabbing its handle and pulling it to the raider on top of you, pulling the trigger. His grip loosens, and you gasp for your breath, just as a large explosion erupts on the edge of the village. The walker had fallen. The village had won, the sound of cheering erupted through the air. You push the raider’s body off you and crawl your way back into the hut, collapsing against its wall trying to gain your breath back.

“It’s gonna be okay,” You reassured the children, closing your eyes, focussing on your breathing.

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Mando’s immediate thoughts were you and the kid, he rushed to the hut where the children were. He noticed the bodies of five raiders outside the hut. Shit. They weren’t supposed to get this far. He walks over to the entrance of the hut noticing the trail of blood, he rushes through the door. The children are still huddled together, the child in one of the older one’s lap. Mando looks over to you, you’re propped against the wall, eyes closed, your breathing was rapid but shallow. His eyeline drops to the large gash in your thigh, blood pooling beneath your leg, his heart drops. You look up, your eyes meeting his through his visor.

“Oh hey Mando,” You chuckled, causing you to wheeze, then wince in pain.

He moves forward towards you, lifting you up bridal style carrying you towards your shared hut. Shouting to Cara that he needed a med pack, he places you on your cot, he uses his blade to cut the material surrounding your thigh, so he could assess the cut, it was deep, blood still trickling out onto your exposed thigh.

“Mando, you could at least buy me a drink first,” You chuckle gesturing to the torn fabric. You smiled deliriously from the blood loss.

“Maybe another time,”he laughs softly, as Cara arrives at the hut with some bacta patches and a syringe. He injects the bacta into your thigh, you hiss in pain but then calm as the cool solution runs through you bloodstream providing quick pain relief.

You manage to sit yourself up as Manda bandages your thigh, too high on the pain relief to acknowledge how close his hands were to your bare skin.

“Thanks,” You wheeze, coughing again. This draws Mando’s attention to your face, and then your neck where dark bruises were forming in the shape of fingers.

He points to your neck, ”What happened? Who did this?” he asks, his heart pounding out of his chest. They weren’t supposed to go anywhere near you, and now you could’ve died.

“It’s fine the other guy came out worse,” you chuckle, lying back down into the bed, your eyes feeling heavy.

The last thing Mando hears from you is the small whisper of “Did what I had to, to keep the kid safe.” you close your eyes, your breaths evening.

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You wake the sound of children playing outside the hut, your mouth was dry and your head a little fuzzy, as you try and piece together how you’d ended up in your hut. You groaned as you sat upright, a plate of food had been placed at the side of your bed. You smiled and picked it up, eating the contents quickly, as if you hadn’t eaten in weeks. You look to your thigh and see it perfectly bandaged, only the dull ache from the wound. Wow, bacta really does do wonders you thought to yourself. As you turn to assess your surroundings you notice a pile of folded clothes at the end of the bed, it was another one of Mando’s shirts and a pair of trousers. You smiled, taking a deep breath of the shirt as you placed it over your head, it smelt like him, it made you feel safe. You shimmied on the pants and pulled on your shoes and made your way to find the Mandalorian, to thank him.

The kid was sat surrounded by the village children, playing games and laughing. You smiled at the sight, he was safe. You see Mando talking to Omera, so you sit with the kid and wait for the right time, to thank him. You turn and start playing with the kid. Mando and Omera walk closer to where the children are playing, close enough so you can hear their conversation.

“He’s happy here,” Omera observes

“I’m leaving the kid here, the life I lead isn’t safe for him,” Mando responds

Your heart drops Was he leaving you here too? Or was he going to hand you in? Why had you expected any different? He’d found a place for the kid, and here there was no use for you, your job had been fulfilled. You’d go back to being alone, or half-dead in a cell in the middle of nowhere. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, as you turn to stand, you look at Mando just as he turns to see you walk away from the village into the forest.

You find a quiet clearing near the edge of the woods and sit against the nearest tree. Tears were spilling down your face, and your mind moved as a sickening pace. You close your eyes, attempting to maintain a steady breathing pattern.

The sound of a twig snapping to the side of you causes you to open your eyes, looking that direction of the sound. Before you can stand a heavy fist meets the side of your face, you jerk to the side trying to keep your balance. You look over to see one of the bounty hunters from Nevarro, the beeping of a tracking fob resonating in your ears- he was here for the kid.

You raise your hands and call out to him, “Hey, look just take me I’ve got a bounty on me too, its a pretty big one, just leave the kid and the Mandalorian and take me okay,”

The bounty hunter doesn’t move just stares at you, hand moving to his holster. Okay, so we’ll do this the hard way you thought. Before, the bounty hunter can draw his blaster you move, ducking and extending your leg out kicking the bounty hunter from his feet. You run deeper into the forest, in the opposite direction to the village, if you give him a hard time maybe he’ll leave the kid and just take you. One payment is better than no payment right?

Before you can get any further the bounty hunter tackles you to the ground, you fall hard, the pressure excruciating on the wound on your leg. You cry out, thrashing against the bounty hunter as he cuffs you behind your back, hauling you up to your knees. You try to jerk backwards, in an attempt to knock the hunter off his feet but you’re not strong enough. The butt of the hunter’s rifle connects with your head, and he drags you to the edge of the forest, setting up his rifle.

“Please just take me, don’t hurt the kid, just take me, you can kill me and still get my bounty,” You plea, your eyes blurring from tears and what you were certain was a concussion.

The bounty hunter ignores your pleas and adjusts his scope and places a finger on the trigger, aiming at the child. You try to call out to warn them but your voice is broken and only a wheeze escapes. You look over to see the Mandalorian, with his helmet between Omera’s hands, slowly beginning to raise it off his head. You’re overwhelmed with sadness and regret, you’d failed at protecting the child and you’d failed at expressing your feelings. You close your eyes, expelling more tears down your face.

A single blaster shot rings through the air, and you hear the body drop beside you.

You look over to see the bounty hunter’s body a smoking pile on the ground. Cara stands above it with a hardened stare, which softens when it moves to you. She helps you up and just as she helps you out of the cuffs Mando appears from the treeline in front of you blaster raised. He looks at you, then Cara and then to the body on the floor. He kicks the body over to reveal the tracking fob, picking it up, he turns to face the village and the tracking fob blinks rapidly.

“They know you’re here,” Cara states, glancing at you

“Yes,”

“Then they’ll keep coming,”

“Yes,” Mando replies, placing the tracking fob on the ground and crushing it beneath your boot.

He turns to you. “Why did you run off?” He states roughly.

Your eyes widen. He didn’t ask if you were okay, he just cut straight to the direct questions. Anger bubbles in your chest.

“I overheard you talking to Omera, Mando, about leaving the kid here, and considering I’m such a big inconvenience to you I thought you’d be taking me back to collect your bounty or dropping me off on the nearest planet!” You yelled the tears starting to well in your eyes again.

He doesn’t respond. Unable to deal with his disappointment you walk back to the village, wiping away the tears on your face, and hissing when your thumb grazes against your split lip.

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The Mandalorian stands there silent staring at the empty space where you were just stood looking up to see you walking back to the village. He turns back to Cara, hoping she’ll answer some of his questions.

“She could’ve been killed why did she run away, reckless actions get people killed,” Mando gruffly complains.

“You really are as stupid as you look,” Cara scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What are you talking about?” Mando asks

“First of all, she could’ve died yesterday, she killed five raiders in order to save the kid, and just now she practically screamed at that hunter to take her instead of you and the kid, she was willing to die so that you could get away!” Cara yells pointing her finger into the Mandalorian’s chest, then walking away to the village

Instantly, regret fills his chest making it hard to breathe. You’d fought to keep him and the child safe and he hadn’t even asked if you were okay, only bombarded you with questions. How could he be so insensitive? You’d been hurt twice now and it was his fault.

He had to make this right.

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Friends With Benefits Chapter 9 - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter IX ~ Full Circle.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

❧ Word Count : 3.7K

❧ Warnings : Angst, light nsfw/smut, (I apologize in advance..)

❧ Series Summary : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing each other for sex? A tricky friends with benefits love story, when feelings get in the way.

Notes : Just a couple more chapters after this, series is scheduled to end this month! Thanks for sticking around since I started this in November. I love it with my entire heart, and I hope you do too. Please do leave feedback and comments if ya get a sec. There’s tons of parallels in here from previous chapters, kudos if you can spot em!

Chapter 8 Recap : After leaving Keanu’s house in tears at midnight, Y/N’s car breaks down, and she’s left with no one to call but Keanu. After much persuasion, Keanu convinces her to come back to his house and spend the night; where they end up having sex yet again, only making things worse. In the morning, Keanu reveals to Y/N that he plans on purchasing a new car for her, which offends her significantly, considering their relationship. Y/N ends things with Keanu for good, leaving them both distraught and heartbroken in their own ways.

It all comes down to the last person you think of at night.

That’s, where your heart is.

Day after day; week after week, abiding to dreary half executed routines and less than productive projects. It’s been 3 weeks since you’d weary boned, walked out of Keanu’s house,

and perhaps his life

once and for all demolishing the sole, fraying thread of your damaged relationship. As you roam your seemingly emptier apartment, the air around secludes, chilling wavelengths and brisky cold temperate in the atmosphere. On an oak coat hanger, draped in a corner of the living room entrance, a knitted black coat hangs, the same one Keanu had forced you to wear on impromptu evening adventures downtown the LA scene. Neither of you were much for the crowds, yet social affairs seemed…alright. When in the company of the other.

A lot seemed alright when in the company of one another.

Gray ash clouds outside, the LA afternoon falls dark, the dewy gold gleam of a black pine candle illuminating a halo around its part on the coffee table.

It was his favourite scent.

To the hallway wall, a small chip in the crisp white walls taunts you, his elbow bellowed in a charge too fierce when you’d pushed him to it; satin lips on yours in a feverish kiss.

His baseball cap, long forgotten on the loveseat by the skyline window.

Two wine glasses stowed away in the glass kitchen cabinets.

The lighter you kept on hand for him when he’d need a smoke after sex.

Quiet laughs shared in the moonlit dark within these very walls.

All around, there was him.

You don’t realize just how much someone is a part of you, until they’re gone.

For him, it may have just been sex. For you, you were making love. You were making love the entire time, to him. And now, as you sit alone in your outcast LA apartment, that same love mocks you. Suffocates you. Kills you, because it never really goes away. Just because he’s gone, it

hasn’t

gone

away.

He’d yet to call, and you distrust he will. Lover or not, you know him as the back of your hand. He won’t call, he cares too much. Respects you too much to force himself on you. Loud and clear, you’d made rich, undoubted clarity of the end that dreadful morning. The death of you and him.

And nothing comes back from the dead. All that leaves mark is haunting, cold memories.

Cold comfort. Burning memories of what was. He’s a man of measured words, speaks only when there was reason to. Yet, they’d left you haunted. His words that spoke far too much, far too deep, forced you to fall far too profound when you’d promised each other, it wasn’t ever the end goal.

You’d blinked once; then twice, thrice, until the first tear fell.

Warm, stinging, burning. You’d gotten used to those first couple tears lately; the ones that would come uninvited, without notice.

Even after him, all there was,

was burn.

Out.

You needed to go out, do something, find anything to distract, to quench that burning long inside you. The studio sounded nice, nothing a half finish project to get your brain juices flowing couldn’t fix.

Work had been an outlet; designs, sculptures, drawings, late night sessions locked away in your studio had been rather therapeutic when you’d first moved out.

Therapeutic-before you began finding comfort in Keanu’s king bed, silken sheets and cotton pillows scattered around almost every night.

The lock to the apartment door clinks, keys bustling with a toss into your bag before you start toward the elevator.

This is good. This is okay. The morning is rather low-spirited and desolate, not a soul in the halls or lobby. Perhaps you preferred it that way for now.

Alone. Something so familiar, but revitalising. Or maybe truth be told, right now, for you, if it wasn’t him,

it couldn’t be anyone at all.

His rich chuckle,

His smoky laugh,

That inquisitive, immersed stare with the tip of his lips slightly agape while he listens, breathes in the world around him,

Stop.

With a half executed, drained sigh, you trudge to the brassy elevator doors, sounds of trudging cables and gaudy belts before the doors glide open, the elevator scent of a freshener far too strong, mimicking fresh linen and Californian citrus. The ride down is short, a derisory accomplishment of actually stepping foot out into the world outside your sheltered apartment corridors. With a stop to the third floor below yours, the elevator dings, heavy footsteps and the scent of spiced cologne wafted through the trivial space.

Spiced cologne; a dire contrast to the woodier, pine-ier one of Keanus.

Voice intruding, you pick up deep soundwaves and flashy baritone, a greeting of curious surprise your way. “Y/N?” They speak, snapped out your dreary daydream, thoughts somehow continually reverted back to broken eyes, deadbeat silence from that shattered morning endured three weeks ago.

Curious orbs raised, you perceive him; an old colleague residing in the same complex. He’d been the first neighbour you encountered in the midst of your move here, a heavy box of dishes and cutlery saved by his robust arms carrying them up to your front door that year ago. “Matt?”

“It’s been a while, haven’t seen you around.” He raises, hands shoved into his blue jean pockets, tall frame taking place a mere few inches apart from you.

“Just been busy.” You smile, stray strand of lock tucked behind your ear. Matt had been much help during your move, and you’d kept in touch thereafter. He’d come visit time to time for a piping cup of French coffee; discussions of work and projects mindlessly favoured together.

“Right.” He replies, amiable smile to his full lips. “I saw you’d been working on bigger films.” He starts, admirable sheen to his dark eyes. “Very commendable work.” He praises, a gentle chuckle when the following words flow. “Hey, I have to ask…” The elevator descends further down, main lobby in approach. Sounds of trudging still bellow above, yet the sound of his talk was…nice. It was nice to hear someone.

Apart from failed attempts of your girlfriends to take you out for drinks, you’d heard little rather from the voice that would seep your television; the Netflix catalogue had been getting much devotion lately.

With his brows scrunching, the baritone of his voice raises slight, wondering. “I’ve seen a guy visit you every now and then…was that Keanu freaking Reeves?” timidly chuckled, he takes in your gentle giggle, a nod to his query.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Ahhh.” He breathes, glance at the polished floor. “Boyfriend…?” His voice lingers, a dragged out tone in question, eyes focused to assess your features change.

“Business partner.” You lie.

A cold, dreadful lie that held so much history, so much regard. So much history, thrown away with those two, taciturn words.

“Right.” Matt rakes a heavy palm through his hair, moved to gesture out a peace offering in front of him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.” He apologizes, nervous tone thick with unease, yet held to a certain confidence. Matt had charisma, poise, a pleasant presence.

Voice warm, you overtake, smiling in return. “Of course not.” Sincerely, you compliment. “You look well.” Commenting, the elevator rings open, the main lobby arrives. Matt allows you to go first, leading the way graciously.

“You do too, as always.” He praises, eyes glazing over your features in an admirable glow. Hand tucked back into his jean pocket, a timid silence stays put in the air around, your brows raising when at a loss of what to say next. Features contemplative, Matt’s voice gruffs in his throat, gently coughing a nervous pitch to the look of your welcoming gaze. “I’d actually love to catch up sometime, if you’re free.” He proposes. “Maybe a coffee sometime this week?”

Your thoughts halt in trek, gaze flickering to the pavement below in the distance for a moment. Company…someone to ease your mind off the storm brewing inside….

You think back,

Two wine glasses stowed away in the glass kitchen cabinets. A half drank bottle of Merlot sitting in solitude.

“Do you wanna come over tonight?” You blurt, uncertain of when the words had even fallen off your lonesome lips. Partly wonderstruck you’d extended an invitation so sudden, you marvel if it was too soon. You’d just met Matt again; only shared a meagre 3 minutes together thus far.

You’d only shut Keanu out so soon ago, yet you knew deep inside, he was still stuck in each part of you. But it couldn’t go on like that forever, this couldn’t go on forever. You need something new, potentially someone new.

Someone that doesn’t come with such baggage, someone who doesn’t come with so many complications.

Matt shifts, charming smile plastered to his lips with a quick glance down. His thoughts collect; gaze locked to yours in an admiration filled sincerity. “Yeah, for sure.” He speaks. “I’d really like that.” Controlled and certain, you nod, gesturing to the roads off sight. “I’ve just got a day of errands and work ahead. But I’ll see you at my place tonight?” You offer. “Is 7:00 alright?”

“Of course.” He smiles, giving you a gentle nod, and if you thought close enough, you’d swore his awed eyes sputtered to your rosy lips ever so briefly,

wondering….

3 weeks. 3 long, tiresome, drained week without her. Without her company, without her voice, without her floral scent; roses and lilies to brighten his days. It had felt as if she’d been wiped away, his motionless mind left with nothing but burning memories of their time together.

Laying in his king bed, Keanu wonders what she’s doing right now. Is she thinking of him, the way he thinks of her? Has she forgotten him, the way they were, the things they did? He prays. He pleads she hasn’t forgotten. Three weeks had passed, and time seemed to mock him at every second. A lifetime spent alone, the lonesome days and months, turned mindlessly to years. Her walking away had been perhaps the most gut wrenching, soul eating occurrence to ever break his mind. Her walking away was the sourest sting he’d ever had to swallow.

Because he knows he’ll never forget her. Not now, not today, not in another three weeks.

She was it for him, he’d known it for a while. If it was going to be anyone, if he had a chance to make it right with anyone, it was solely, unconditionally, her. He couldn’t forget.

Couldn’t forget the things they did.

She’d been a dire reflection of him, mirroring his tepid, half sheltered heart. The heart that longs, for so much more. It was only her. It could only be her.

It wasn’t toxicity.

time passed, the days turned to nights, the tick bestowing further, the time spending away, not making either of them younger, he knew. She was it. It all meant something, it was never just sex.

It could never just be sex. What he felt, she had to feel it too.

She had to. No longer was it feasible to suffer. He won’t suffer. This time, now, finally, he won’t suffer. He won’t let it be.

As he turns his side, an exasperated sigh flees his lips, hand bestowed to his feeble forehead in an aching protrude. He wonders what she’s doing right now, if she’s awake, wondering, thinking, missing him like he is her. Longing for him, as he is for her.

Suffering for him, as he is for her.

A glance toward the bedside table shows, dainty clock illuminating the time. He’d seek her in the early morning, and this time, he’d at least try to make things right. Lay his heart out on the line, hoping, pleading she’d accept it. Enough had been enough, dreary thoughts and lonesome nights, burning away, wondering of what could be would perverse no more.

He wonders what she’s doing right now.

11:38pm.

She couldn’t forget him. He wouldn’t let her.

Couldn’t forget the things they did.

Words not spoken,

Things not said,

Regrets; enveloping you.

A finished bottle of Merlot, a shot or two as well. Something crisp…something that,

burned.

You don’t remember who did it first, who wanted it first, who let it happen first.

His scent lasted longer than you’d liked on your skin, that murky dusk of spiced cologne, his polite, appealing presence. He arrived with a bottle of White, a variety you’d almost never kept on hand in the last couple of months.

Red used to be his favourite; so it was yours.

Perhaps you were vulnerable, perhaps he was too kind. Too charming, too present. But you asked for it, you did it, you wanted it. Or so you think you did.

It always comes full circle.

You needed someone that night, needed to feel someone that night. You don’t remember who made the first move, seemed as if both of you wanted that mutuality, that connection just as much.

Back where you’d started.

His skin grazed yours, gentle thumb soothed to your own; wine glass held in a wavering grip, frail to your boney fingers. You didn’t stop him, didn’t pull away. He moved closer, and maybe you did too. Closer to him, nearer to him.

The gray bedroom walls heard the scene; they saw it all, unadulterated, held the secrets of what you’d done. His lips on yours, his hands on you, your fingers clawing to his back. You let him in, and he took each inch of you. Raw, exposed, desperately attempting to chase that high, that cloud nine feel that came with months gone. You could lay with this man while you thought of him, drawing sorrow deep inside his skin. Scratch his back to forget his face, bite his neck with his name on your tongue, touch his face while you think of him.

It’s an awful feeling, knowing you did nothing wrong.

But did everything wrong, all in the same.

“Y/N…” You cut Matt off by kissing his lips, gracefully on the bed underneath him, hands in his hair with his heavy palms to your hips. Moving diligently, he sulks into your neck, moaning, soft and quiet grunts between bites and nips to your neck. “Faster,” You spill, nerve endings tantalized as he thrusts, your lips stippled to his piercing jawline.

Is it easier for him? you wonder, you ponder,

you guess.

“You’re irresistible…” He whispers, lips browsed to your chest in a warm enhold, skin on skin within the softness of release. Back arching, you lean into his touch, hips bucking along with his when your mind jumbles, an awful realization, the bitter realism. He’s changing your breath with every thrust, working your body in a hot, humid intimacy so foreign, his manhood hastily working your body beneath. So foreign, so…empty.

That familiar stretch isn’t there, the sweet burn isn’t there, he isn’t there. This isn’t him. No matter how hard you try, how tight you clench your eyes hoping you’ll trick yourself into believing it, it isn’t him.

He’s safe, he’s new, he’s different,

But he’s not him. The façade you show melts away.

He’ll never be him. No one will ever be him.

As he slips out in the midnight light, the bed sinks beside you, and you turn with the comforter held to your exposed chest. The only light in the bedroom filters from the cracked window, the illuminated alarm clock on your dainty nightstand enlightening the while,

11:38pm.

The misty LA morning brought new found hope; new found anticipation. The weather had predicted a storm brewing out soon, yet that wouldn’t be enough to stop Keanu.

Not today. Not when he needs her to know. Not when he loves her, and he knows so deep, so profound that he does.

Sunny California had grayed a dark to its golden rays lately, a frigid mist clings to the air. Heavier rains had been the norm recently, damper months in full fledge. A tug of war impends his mind, should he wait until evening? Should he call? Was this an intrusion of her space? Her choices?

Was she really, truly content leaving things the way she did?

He looks in the mirror; beard longer than it had been since he’d seen her; hair shaggier than she’d left him. He hadn’t had anyone to look good for since she’d gone away. Hadn’t had motivation to present himself to anyone since she’d left. Some of Y/N’s things still lingered the empty walls of his home; a lacy bra left in his wardrobe, a crewneck sweater mindlessly thrown under his bed; her copy of a Hemingway novel abandoned in his office, a toothbrush for when she’d spend the night.

It had been there the entire time.

Just sex isn’t this involved.

Friends with benefits aren’t this involved.

She’d been there the entire time.

After a quick shower and groom of his rather untamed features, Keanu snatches his keys and wallet, fear filled drive to her apartment drained on his mind. Y/N had to see this through, had to trust him, understand him.

Y/N and Keanu had never really got it right, never quite found the balance. But it could be found, could be learnt, could be when they’d finally accept it.

The balance was always them. Them together, as whole. Half executed attempts at being anything less would suffice no more. What was, what is, was always more.

It was never just sex.

It was so much more.

The apartment complex is rather fuller than normal, piercing cold and dewy morning air enveloped around. Crowds had stayed in, and the first murky dewdrops of fresh rain speckled his worn out leather jacket on arrival.

This worn out leather jacket….

He’d placed it on her shoulders when the bitter cold threatened her skin. She’d peeled it off him when they did what lovers do.

It was never just sex.

It was companionship.

The wearing pockets had held her special birthstone ring, forgotten in his possession solely for him to have a reason to come to her, sooner than they’d planned.

It was never just sex.

It was the feeling of needing someone; having someone.

The fraying insides and ravelling threads felt the weight of her body holding him, chest pressed to his back along the scenic LA mountains, breezy winds and violet sunsets known all too well on destination less rides.

It was never just sex.

It was connection; intimacy.

This old, worn out leather jacket, a possession of his he’d held for so long, something that had been through it all, held so much of her. Knew so much of her.

It was never just sex.

It was their love. And it was so much more, so much more than just physical.

The ride up and trek to her door seemed endless, racing pace and quick strides in desperate attempt to get to her as soon as he could. Everything had finally fallen into place, he’d finally understood. And he knew so well, that she would too. Takes one to know one; they’d been lonely far too long.

Within moments, Keanu stood firm at her door, abundance of confidence, anticipation, yet a timid nervousness all in one piping cocktail of eagerness flowing through his veins. He hadn’t seen her in weeks; his favourite, the most prized possession in his life, he hadn’t seen in weeks. More than anything, he hopes she had been alright. Taken care of herself, stayed healthy and safe.

A ring at the door bell, and a loud knock.

Seconds, moments, small increments of time passing seem as if an eternity slowly moving by.

Another knock, for good measure.

Hands shaking so slightly, skin crawling, fists clenched with a stare to the floor.

She should be home, it’s only morning.

Trudging elevator belts moving in the distance, footsteps in and around the complex halls, leg bouncing, lip bitten in dreary wait, a nervous sigh when more moments pass until…

Click. The door wavers open, she stands behind, half dressed, features borderline stoic, yet with a gentle hold of sorrowed blues. She looks beautiful as always, and his heart hitches at the sight of her. The woman he loves, so dearly, so much. Hair stowed in a messy bun, fatigue seeps under her eyelids, tired features soft under the artificial hallway lights.

“Y/N…” Keanu speaks above a smooth, buttery whisper; the sound of her name slipping off so naturally, so effortlessly. “I wanted to see you…”

She swallows tight, eyes never leaving his chocolaty, sincere gaze, so love drunk as he stares. He’d engulf her in his arm right now if he could. Hold her for an eternity if time allowed. Kiss her so passionately, so lovingly that it’d take her breath away. Yet he waits; waits to do things right. Do it the right way, for the first time in their tumbling relationship. “Can I come in?” He asks, voice almost choking in his gruffed throat.

She’d hardly moved before he’d caught glimpse; a deep baritone behind her, the sound an intruding shock to his already racing heart. Calm yet collected, Keanu stands, eyes tracing behind as the voice firms in closer,

a man, jacket hung over his left shoulder blade, morning hair just woken ruffled a mess, palm placed to her back with a gentle squeeze as he bids goodbye. “I need to head out, but I’ll call you.” He smiles at her, before locking gaze with Keanu.

“Morning.” He greets Keanu, before giving Y/N’s arm a reassuring, goodbye squeeze, slipping beside Keanu and out the door, disappearing down the hall. Y/N stands in front of him, eyes locked to his still, as if pleading, begging for something…something neither of them could quite understand.

Keanu stills, fists clenched, heart stinging with piercing defeat.

She’d been with another man.

The love he so desperately longed for, the women he knew he needed,

had been in the arms,

of another.

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Losers Club Plus One Part 11

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

Read the previous part here or go here for the full series masterlist!

A/N: Hiya there! It’s getting serious, we have reached the last hour of the movie! I am actually growing a little sad knowing that this long ass journey is going to end soon, but I also am kind of proud? Anyway, let’s enjoy this. My hometown is being put under lockdown, by the way, so I might feel quite bored quite often and throw out more content!

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“Yeah, no, you’re staying out here.” Richie said as he noticed that his daughter was trying to follow the group. He was fumbling with something in his pockets, trying to find the car keys.

“What? No. There’s no way I’m letting you guys do this on your own.” Y/n replied, crossing her arms before her chest. Her cheeks grew warm with anger.

“There’s no way I’m letting you come with us.” Richie countered; stance equally determined.

“Richie…” Eddie started, only to be interrupted by Richie himself.

“No, don’t ‘Richie’ me. She’s not coming with us. Y/N is staying in the car where it’s safe.”

“Statistically speaking, it would be safer for her to come with us than to stay by herself in the car.” Eddie looked at Y/N, then over to the cars parked beside the street.

“I’ve told you before, it is not safe for us to split up. Y/N doesn’t even know how to drive in case she needs to get away, there is nothing for her to defend herself with once that fucking clown comes out. Staying in the car would literally be a death trap for her.” Eddie tried to argue with Richie who now looked twisted. The rest of the Losers looked on as they watched the heated discussion, not wanting to interfere. Each of them wanted the best and the best only for the littlest Loser, but what really was the best for her in that moment? Their minds travelled back to Stanley, how they saw him on the ground, his version of IT biting at his face, perhaps only mere moments from killing Stan. Did they really want that for Y/N? Did they want to risk that much? However, that first time, no one died. No matter how close. They got out of there once before, who said they couldn’t do that a second time?

“Eat a dick, Eddie.” Richie mumbled before averting his gaze to look at his daughter. The determination in her eyes was uncanny. Richie knew there was no stopping her.

“You won’t ever leave my side. You’ll stay with one of the Losers at all times. If I tell you to run and leave, you will. And don’t try to be a hero down there. And if you feel like anything’s too much for you, tell us and we’re gonna figure something out.”

Y/N nodded along to her father’s rules. She had to bite her lip to keep her tears at bay. Tears of uncertainty. No one knew what was truly ahead of them and there were no guessing games either. The Losers just hoped that at least one of them would see the daylight again.

Mike went back to the car to fetch the few flashlights he had thrown into the car before hurrying to catch up with Bill. He then proceeded to give them out to the Losers Plus One. One after another got their lights. Everyone except for Stanley. But in some way, Stan was still there. Maybe it was just a silly way of grief and remembering for Mike as he, with a heavy heart and deep sigh, gave the last flashlight to Y/N, but it seemed like the girl was Stan’s filler. Like there was a reason she managed to convince Richie to take her with him from LA back to Derry, into the mess they were met with.

Y/N shivered when she really stepped into the building. It was like every last drop of happiness had been washed away, like she had been drained of her emotions, drained of what made her human. A cold sweat broke out on her skin and she felt her heart hammering painfully against her ribcage. IT could attack them at any given moment. IT could come for them whenever. IT could be right around the corner.

Out in Derry, Y/N had felt like she was running around with a target on her head. She was in a town she didn’t know, surrounded by people she didn’t know. Everyone could have been Pennywise in disguise, as far as she knew. But now, they had entered IT’s home. The place IT knew better than anyone else. The place IT resided and killed children in. The odds of beating IT, whatever IT even was, were slim and Y/N had figured out just that. Basically, all of them were a delicious meal, presenting itself on a plate for IT.

Y/N followed the adult Losers she had grown to trust around the house, staying especially close to Richie. But she couldn’t help but feel like Eddie was keeping an extra close eye on her. Just in case.

Wood creaked below their feet, a low hum echoed through the room with the wind whistling through the cracks and broken windows. Suddenly, a new sound caught her attention. A sound that didn’t fit the picture. A sound that sounded so foreign, it was terrifying.

“What the fuck?” Y/N breathed out as she took a step back, never having seen anything like that before. But none of the Losers seemed to be weirded out by some black lava randomly seeping out of the wood, followed by a hissing sound of burning wood. Each one of the Losers seemed tense, but a strange sense of calmness accompanied their characters. Y/N felt lost. Because she felt distanced from the Losers. Not so much physically, but more mentally.

“Well, I love what he’s doing with the place.” Richie said as he watched the mass spread.

“Peep-peep, Richie.” Beverly said, voice unimpressed with the humour Richie still tried to bring up, despite the seriousness of the situation. Y/N felt a shiver running down her spine, shaking through her body, as she unconsciously tried to get closer to the Losers. Nothing she saw was right. It wasn’t natural, or so it seemed, and it made her head swim. She felt like she was thrown straight into a horror movie and was made to live there, fight her way through. It was terrifying as she didn’t know what would happen next, where she had to go, but the worst was the unknowingness of the moment, the uncertainty if any of them would ever see the sunlight again. If any of their lungs would ever be filled with the fresh, unused and clean air they were met with outside. If any of them would even be able to breathe still after this night or if they would all lose their lives.

“I’ve got to keep that one in mind. Maybe that’ll shut him up on the flight back home.” Y/N replied, hoping to ease some of her own tension the way her father always does. Successfully so, with the chuckle that escaped Ben’s lips, she did feel a little lighter on her feet. She felt some of the hopelessness melting away. She felt a little warmth in her chest.

Bill walked before the rest of the group. Slowly at first, but he seemed to be impatient, every step he took was quicker than the last. Y/N watched him go, not knowing if what he did was something conscious, something he himself wanted to do, if he knew where to go or if it was IT somehow forcing him. How, she didn’t know, but Y/N was sure IT had more tricks up his clown-costume sleeve than any of them would like to know.

Floorboards creaked beneath their feet. Dust swirled in the air, straining Y/N’s airways. The air was thick with what Y/N felt might be the smell of decay, old blood, maybe even faeces. She had no idea what she had yet to encounter, but the smell that tested her gag reflexes already didn’t give her much hope of a fair game.

For a second, she let her mind wander. She wondered how many people had been taken by IT. How many children had been led to their death with promises meant to be broken and false hopes of things they would never receive? Y/N let her mind wander, far enough to not notice that they had split into two groups, one of them distancing themselves from the other quite rapidly.

Ben suddenly groaned. Throaty, filled with pain. Heads whipped around. Before Y/N was even able to comprehend what was happening, Bev had already called out to him, a worried yell of his name. Something about the way her voice carried itself made her sound like she was already expecting the worst. And she wasn’t wrong with that.

Y/N looked around, head frantically whipping from side to side, only being able to locate Bev, Ben and Mike. Yelling echoed through the abandoned house, she heard Bill yelling for them, she heard Eddie and her father. Fists banging against a door. And she saw Ben sinking to his knees. His hands pressed to his stomach, trying to find a source of pain. Y/N rushed towards Ben, holding onto his right arm alongside Beverly, who felt panic take over as she watched how Ben’s white shirt gained blood red stains.

Somewhere down the hall, Bill was yelling for Ben. Y/N heard their voices clear and loudly and she felt how her feelings were twisted. She felt the need to run to the other Losers, stick with her father and the person who might as well become her stepfather, but she didn’t want to let Ben down. She couldn’t bring herself to leave him to his suffering.

Mike joined the two women as Ben lowered himself to the ground, screams of agony leaving his lips, shaking the Losers to their core, breaking their hearts and making their stomachs churn. Ben pulled up his shirt, revealing streaks of blood, open wounds as something none of them could see dragged along his stomach, leaving deep cuts.

Bev yelled as Ben watched his stomach being torn apart with wild eyes, too many bad memories, too much fear bubbling up in him. He was reminded of the pure hatred, the insanity in Bowers’ eyes as he cut into Ben’s stomach that one fateful summer, the cuts that pained him so much physically, but even more mentally. The wound that would taunt him until he left the town and far beyond that. A scar that never really let him go.

Y/N cringed as she watched, before she jumped up, looking for the clown in a panicked daze. She didn’t notice how she was running around, looking for something that might give away his location. It happened naturally, her instincts took over. But if there was one thing Y/N knew about the clown by now, it was that it had a preference when it came to attacks. It would use their fears against them. Now she was left to figure out what could scare Ben.

She turned to look at Ben, the carvings on his stomach now read ‘HOME AT LA’, new lines appearing on Ben’s stomach with every second. Y/N’s eyes finally landed on the mirror. She saw their huddled up figures. In her state, she almost didn’t notice the white face added to the group.

“The mirror!” Y/N yelled out as she watched IT happily torture Ben, the words on his stomach being completed as IT was ready to move for the kill. The kill IT had been dreaming of, the thing IT had waited 27 years for. The first out of eight kills that would finally give it the satisfaction and peace IT had craved for years. Ever since those kids came across IT for the first time.

Neither Y/N nor Bev really thought as they acted. Both acted on instinct, taking the first hard object they could find and smashing it against the mirror. It shattered into what looked and felt like a million pieces as the girls tried to shield their faces from the sharp shards flying around the room, whipping around to look at Ben.

The pent up adrenaline left their bodies quickly, a heavy weight being lifted off their chests as they spotted Ben’s now free-of-cuts abdomen and neck. Y/N’s relief, however, was quick to dissipate though, as the screams of the three men that walked ahead reached her ears.

She ran faster than she thought her legs could carry her towards what her ears told her was the source of the screams until she was met with closed doors.

“Dad! DAD!” Y/N yelled as she hammered against the door with her fists. Tears blurred her vision, a sharp pain shooting from her balled fists through her whole arm as she tried to get into the room, trying to get to her father who was screaming for help.

“Richie!” Mike yelled, followed by Ben and Bev as the trio ran after the girl who now threw herself against the door in hopes of getting it to open up. The wood finally gave in. Eddie was standing in a corner. Shaking his head. Face contorted with fear. Bill was screaming. For a knife. Richie was begging for help. A knife. Where? She saw it. Glistening in the low light.

Suddenly, the spider-head trying to kill Richie stopped its movement. Bill looked up in shock. Y/N held the knife tightly in her hands, the blade pushed into the head. Her knuckles were white, fingers laced tightly around the blade like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

In a fit of rage, she pulled the knife out of the head only to ram it back in. Over and over and over again. Five, six, seven times. She wasn’t met with any resistance, nothing to stop her from letting out the anger and frustration and hatred she felt towards the thing that would forever have an impact on her life.

It wasn’t until Ben grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back that she stopped. If it was up to Y/N, she would have continued to stab the thing until it wasn’t more than a pile of mush on the ground. Despite the nausea and the guilt that filled her, ate away at her. Despite the dirty feeling on her skin as she tried to end a life. Despite the burning in her brain and in her heart, both of them yelling at her to stop. But she couldn’t bring herself to do just that. She couldn’t stop. She couldn’t rest. Not until revenge had been served. Not until justice found its way to make things right again. Even though she knew that things wouldn’t be right again. What she saw wasn’t something to forget. What they had said and done wasn’t something to shrug off.

“Y/N, it’s enough. Richie’s alright.” Ben whispered to the girl in his arms as he pulled her away and tried to push her head in his chest, hoping to shield her sight. From what exactly, Ben wasn’t sure. Maybe he didn’t want to have her see IT get away with what it had done. Maybe he wanted her to just focus on him to calm down. Or maybe he was scared that some of the anger she was able to let out would rebound onto Richie and Ben hoped to prevent that. All he knew was that it felt right to hug his Loser-niece tightly as the rest of the group tried to catch their breath.

“Is everybody okay?” Bev asked as she dropped to her knees beside Richie who was coughing and sputtering with Bill still leaning over him. She pulled off her jacket to wipe whatever the slime was that IT had left on Richie’s face away.

Bill was now the one to feel the rage. Storming towards Eddie, he only had one thing in his mind. Anger burned hot inside his mind and his chest as he pushed Eddie back to the wall.

“He could have f-f-f-fucking died, man. You k-know that, right?” Bill screeched at Eddie, voice coarse with disbelief. Eddie’s gaze travelled from Bill, Big Bill, who now seemed more intimidating than ever, over Richie who was being cared for by Bev, to Y/N, still in Ben’s arms, as he and Mike tried to provide comfort and maybe just the smallest sense of calmness. She was shaking, shivering, as she watched her father, seemingly zoned out with a few stray tears on her cheeks.

“Georgie’s dead. The k-kid’s dead. Stan-Stanley’s dead. Y-you want Richie too?” Bill couldn’t help himself as he screamed, the fear settling in him, he felt intimidated and overwhelmed by the situation he found himself in. None of them wanted to be back there, none of them wanted to face IT again, but Bill was the one who had the hardest time. He was the cause of their misery. He was the cause of Georgie’s death. And Stan’s. And the kid’s. He couldn’t bear the guilt of another Loser, one of the people closest to him, to lose their life for his cause. And especially not the only Loser who had a child of their own to take care of.

As Bill kept screaming the words ‘You want Richie too?’, all Eddie could do was shake his head, eyes not meeting Bill’s as he whispered his reply. “I don’t. I don’t want Richie too. I don’t, I don’t.”

When Bill’s shouting ceased, the room filled with heavy breaths and quiet, the occasional sound of a floorboard creaking as Y/N crawled towards her father, embracing him tightly. Finally, Eddie managed to look at Bill, properly look at him.

“Please don’t be mad, Bill.” Eddie was close to begging as he felt hot tears fill his eyes to the brim, threatening to spill over at any given moment. “I was just scared.”

And at that moment, they all noticed. Eddie’s eyes were still the same. It was Eddie Spaghetti Bill was yelling at. Not Edward Kaspbrak, the successful Risk Analyser. It was Big Bill yelling, not Bill Denbrough, the bestselling author.

“That- that’s what he w-w-wants, right?” Bill asked, realisation dawning in him, the Losers and their Plus One. Y/N watched Eddie and Bill with cold eyes, a broken heart. She almost felt betrayed by Eddie. The man who had told her that he loved her father, had feelings for him in the least, who couldn’t step up and save him when no one else was available. She almost lost the only person who had stayed with her through everything, the man who felt like home. And she couldn’t forget. Hurt was deeply implanted in her chest and in her head as Richie held onto her for dear life.

“Don’t- don’t give it to him.” Bill finished, taking his hands off Eddie who now sobbed, almost not more than a quiet gasp, as he realised that his lack of actions could have led to the death of his love. And it pained him, even more, to know that it had taken him more than 27 years and he still didn’t have the balls to even think of Richie as more than a crush. Deep down, Eddie longed to be in Richie’s warm embrace, he cherished every joke Richie cracked, no matter how insulting, maybe even especially when insulting. Richie made his heart flutter, his palms sweaty. And even the thought of losing Richie to death scared Eddie so much that his body went frigid, ice cold. He froze. He was petrified. But he couldn’t tell. Not Richie, not Y/N. Not now. Not when they both looked at him, disbelief clear in their faces, eyes cold with hatred.

Only, they weren’t. But Eddie didn’t know.

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Clear The Area - Chapter Twelve

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Warnings: 18+ NSFW, strong language

CHAPTER TWELVE

Three Weeks Later

“OK, so what is the point of all this again?” Scott leaned in towards Sarah as they started arranging themselves around the coffee table. An assortment of plates and napkins were stacked high in front of them in anticipation of what was currently happening in the kitchen. Alongside sat and open bottle of wine and various pieces of plastic cutlery. Sarah was already dreading the tidying-up.

Shanna had demanded that everyone cancel their plans that Friday so they could devote the evening to testing out the various cakes and desserts she would spend a few days crafting. Sarah had been glad she had worked constantly throughout and had managed to swap a couple of late shifts so she could avoid the battleground and constant swearing emanating from their kitchen. It was almost unrecognisable to her now, a dusting of flour covered pretty much every surface and everything smelled faintly of gingerbread. There were brand new utensils appearing in the dishwasher that she had never seen before. Who knew you could ice cupcakes in so many extravagant ways?

Baking and cooking in general rarely came easy to Shanna, less so without the guidance of a proficient baker such as Lisa who had of course been banned from assisting her that week. Shan just didn’t have the patience for measuring things out so baking would require an almost complete change of personality. Even a late-night call to discuss the basic recipe for a genoise sponge cake wasn’t enough to allow help through the front door.

“It’s for a charity drive, I think? Their regional offices do it every year but I don’t remember it being this taxing.” Sarah shrugged, equally as confused. Usually for Shanna when effort was involved, it meant only one thing: there was a guy she wanted to impress. Sarah couldn’t remember her mentioning anyone in particular of late, though. Then again, they hadn’t been in the same space for too long these days and that thought made her feel sad and uncomfortable.

“Fuck, I ate lunch later today as well. Am I gonna regret this?” Scott asked, sympathising with his full stomach.

“It’s a good job I’m not on a training plan anymore.” Chris walked into the lounge bringing with him a couple of beers, handing them to Sarah and Scott before taking a seat beside her on the couch. “It’s like fuckin’ MasterChef in there.”

“I might trying drinking some more water. Maybe if I pee more it might create extra space.”

“The fuck?” questioned Chris after him as he darted out of the room one last time before Shanna was finished. “I swear sometimes I can’t believe we’re related.”

“I think he thinks the same thing.” replied Sarah, jokingly as she took a swig from her bottle. “Oh wait beer’s filling, isn’t it?”

“Dunno. Probably. So am I gonna see you at all this week or am I gonna have to stalk your Facebook page?”

“Sorry, I’ll...wait, you stalk my Facebook?!”

“No,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Only sometimes. It helps me remember what you look like.”

“Oh my god...I thought you were gonna be patient?” she asked, softening her stance so as to avoid it coming across as a dispute.

“This is me being patient, Sarah.” He protected. “You’re cute when you’re annoyed with me by the way. Always thought that.”

Sarah teasingly rolled her eyes at him. “I finish at two tomorrow. I guess I could come by after?”

It mystified him why she felt the need to ask. If he had it his way, he would give her a key and tell her he once fantasised about her sneaking into his apartment late at night and fucking him senseless.

He didn’t get the chance to verbally agree as Lisa appeared in the doorway looking slightly shell-shocked and carrying a long white tray in both hands, a tea-towel thrown over one shoulder. At first, they appeared to chocolate brownies until closer inspection showed it to be a slightly burnt sheet cake with rainbow-coloured icing and decorations. Chris gave her a look of concern not dissimilar to a face he pulls when he wants her help in getting out of something or when he tries to claim Scott is bullying him, but Lisa merely widened her eyes in response. He soon understood why as Shanna followed closely behind with two other plates piled high with cakes and treats. Noticing her struggle, Sarah got up to assist Lisa in placing the tray down on the glass table in front of her and Chris took the sly opportunity to pinch the back of her arm. As she sat back down, she caught him nod once in acceptance of her suggestion.

“Is there any chocolate in this or is it all in your hair?” Chris joshed his sister who clearly had no energy left to scold him with.

“Just...shush, OK? She’s worked very hard and it all smells rather delicious, wouldn’t you say?” asked Lisa trying to rouse some support.

“Oh absolutely!!” replied Sarah, taking the bait and nodding profusely much to Chris’ amusement. “Can we start anywhere or is there a preferred order we have to try out?”

“Which we absolutely can do with this rocky road!” Chris said as he held up a sizeable slab of dark chocolate rocky road and pretended to analyse it, comically squinting his eyes. Regrettable, Shanna hadn’t realised she was supposed to chop the macadamia nuts into smaller pieces so eating a piece of it would likely risk a chipped tooth that evening.

“Chris!” shouted Lisa.

“What?!” he objected. “It’s constructive criticism.”

Shanna simply called him a jackass and tossed a handful of napkins at his face. Chris managed to deflect them before absent-mindedly handing one to Sarah.

Recently, Sarah had thought it odd how they had managed to avoid anyone catching on with that had been happening between them. She thought it so obvious. There were little exchanges here and there that seemed so noticeable such as making her a coffee without asking first, or texting her first to inform them he was coming over instead of Shanna. On one occasion the week previous, Chris had asked her about a work issue but Shanna hadn’t clocked anything. It’s possible it had all just been heightened in Sarah’s own consciousness. Most likely it appeared to be natural, friendly behaviour and there was in fact nothing to worry about. Still, she felt the need to remain vigilant.

Truthfully, they had been together maybe...three times? And one of those was just afternoon drinking after she finished work. He hadn’t pushed her into anything more and she was grateful. He had made it pretty obvious how he was feeling though not necessarily with words per se but with affectations here and there. He had taken to texting her late at night knowing she’d be curled up and getting ready to go to sleep, and then again in the morning to wish her a good day. Sometimes, she wondered if he just generally liked talking to her about nothing in particular. He once snuck a bag of Hershey’s Kisses into the apartment when Shanna wasn’t around and hid them under her bed so she could find them later on. Even thought she cautioned him for taking the risk, she had to admit it was nice. Really nice. He would make a good boyfriend, she thought. He had a big heart and a massive capacity for affection.

She had not stayed over and the benefits of shift changes with little notice meant she could avoid the deplorable concept of lying to her best friend about where she was. For the time being at least. Frankly, Sarah thought she would have given the game away by now such was her ability to resonate blame with physical ease. She figured there would be an accidental comment here or there or perhaps she would leave her phone open on text with Shanna stumbling across it. They had agreed to be as cautious as possible, which was the most obvious decision, but the seamless nature in which their relationship had changed over just the last couple of weeks had been scarily swift and, dare she say it, even easy at times. Chris once joked they must not have been great friends to begin with which didn’t sit well within her so he quickly changed the subject. So, in acknowledgement of her anxiety, he calmed down his seductive looks reaching her across the room, refrained from tucking har out of her face no matter how much he might want to do so, and stopped playfully pinching her on parts of her body when he thought no one was looking. They weren’t looking, why would they, but regardless, it helped make her feel less antsy in his presence and that was what he wanted.

She sat watching the family interact while eating cakes and cookies and the feared rocky road which, unexpectedly, was not as much of a disaster as they had been warned. Scott even asked to take some home for Zach which Shanna took as the biggest compliment of the evening so far, that and Chris managing to keep quiet for a whole ten minutes while enjoying a ginger-flavoured cake-pop. She had followed some recipes carefully, others not so much, but on the whole, it was seriously impressive.

“These are my favourite, I think. You should absolutely make more of these.” Sarah enthused, pointing to the white chocolate and lemon cookies, or what was left of them. “I didn’t think they’d work but they really do!”

“God I’m so glad you said that. They only take minutes to bake and I could make dozens of them for the sale.” Shanna grabbed her iPad and made yet another note. She had perked up in the last hour or so having been faced with some rather reassuring feedback and set about deciding a plan for her contribution towards the sale. Whatever the reason for this sudden burst of creativity, she wasn’t strictly letting on, but it was nice to see her excited about something work-related for a change.

There were definite benefits to hanging out at Chris’ apartment. For one, it was peaceful and secluded even when they chose to sit outside on his terrace and bask in the afternoon sunshine. There was no one else to look over the trestle fencing and you’d be forgiven for forgetting he lived in the centre of a busy town. He also owned the most incredible sound system money could buy, that was built into the very fabric of the whole property. No matter where you chose to hang out, it was always felt like there was an enjoyable gentle thrum of music coming every single angle, every single corner of the place, enveloping you and calming you down in equal measure. Oftentimes, the only two places Sarah spent any meaningful time was either in her bedroom or at the hospital so a change of scenery at the very least could only be a positive thing.

His breath had been ghosting over the skin on her neck for a little while and it was making her tingle. “Can I tell you something? But you might think it’s weird...”

“Mmmm?”

“i feel like I’m a teenager again.”

Sarah opened one eye and peered up at him as he leaned on his elbow beside her. “Yeh that is weird.”

He playfully jabbed her side causing her to flinch. “I just mean that it’s like we’re at school and trying to go undetected. Like, hiding out from our friends. It’s kinda fun, right?”

She thought about it for a second, smiling back up at him and his glorious face that was managing to display a look of joy in spite of his busier facial hair. Now wasn’t the time to confess her anxieties about their situation when she had promised herself and him that she would just enjoy the moment for what it was. “Yeh, I know. It’s cute.”

“i just don’t want you feeling like you can’t unwind here. When we are here, when we do get to be alone, I think we should make the most of it.” He implored her again, hoping to hear her agree but he settled for a smile and the back of her hand reaching up to graze the side of his face. “It’s not like we’re here all the time or anything.” He brought her hand round to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss to her fingertips before lying back down beside her.

They had been lying on his sofa for nearly an hour now, in no particular rush to do anything, just enjoying the peace and quiet. It was warm and sunny outside, the first nice day they’d had in a while, and the windows were open to allow the room to stay pleasantly cool. He ran his hand over her lower tummy and played with the drawstring bow that was currently separating him from where he wanted to be. As much as he liked to make fun of her scrubs from time to time, and that was one thing that had not changed, he was starting to grow accustomed to them in a fond yet strangely sexual way. He wasn’t normally bothered by women in a uniform but there was a first time for everything. He nuzzled in against her neck and left a biting kiss on her earlobe.

“I wanna take you while you’re wearing these.” he murmured, impishly letting go of the elastic waistband so it snapped back onto her skin.

Sarah’s eyes pinged open. She couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or not. As he moved his body to rest over her, she felt his fingers deftly pull on the bow to loosen the waistband and laughed when she saw the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I cannot believe you just said that,” she giggled, wiping at one of her eyes in embarrassment while he inched her pants down off her hips and made himself comfortable again between her legs. “Are you serious?”

“Well, unless we’re gonna do it in a hospital supply closet, yes.”

“You know that doesn’t happen in real life, right? You’ve watched too much ‘Nurse Jackie’.” She moved her weight onto her shoulders, lifting her ass up to help him remove her trousers completely.

“First, it was ER, and second, why would they say it happens if it didn’t happen? They have medical consultants, right? They have people who advise on these things. It is obviously based on fact.” He smirked at her while helping himself to a smooth caress back up her legs. She couldn’t trust that he wasn’t genuinely upset at the prospect that he might not eventually get to have sex in the hospital. He was hard to read when sex was involved and small ministrations he had made with her suggested she was nowhere near as experienced or confident as he was in that department. This must be like the pillow fight fantasy men have and how it’s just easier to allow them to assume it happens on a regular basis lest the truth invoke spontaneous combustion or something.

He finally rested over her body, propping himself up by his arms either side of her head. He moved strands of hair out of her face and kissed her once and then again. His playful tone clearly belied the thoughts running through his mind and she felt him stiffen between her legs, causing her arousal to grow.

“Look, just think about it, OK? he kissed her neck and then again just above her collarbone causing a shiver to run through her body. “Just think about me-” he kissed the swell of her breast through her t-shirt “-about what we could do-” he shifted up the hem leaving her midriff exposed to the cool air before he continued to kiss his way further down “-about what I could do to you-” he grazed his fingers over her panties causing her breath to hitch “-fuck it’s be so hot-” her eyes closed in anticipation as he left wet kisses further down her stomach, his tongue caressing her skin as he moved “-and it’d feel so good-” further still “-so good, honey-” his fingernails deliberately scratched down her sides to catch up causing another shiver to twist her insides “-and it’d be so worth it-” he pulled down the sides of her panties as he went “-and we’ll call it even, yes?”

He teasingly bit her causing her to cry out and her eyes to surge open. She soon met the devil in his own as he looked back up at her coquettishly through his eyelashes, his grin disappearing as he moved down to see her open to him. He was a bad man and, in that moment, she knew he had her. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, little butterfly kisses she could barely feel but knew were there from his warm breath and the delicious sounds his lips made. Just as her hands reached out for him, his tongue entered the game gently massaging her, spreading her lips a little more to glide deeper inside her. He looked up again to find her grabbing at the armrest above her, the familiar blush covering her skin. His hands reached under her thighs, steadying them both, silently proud of his work.

He fought hard to keep himself under control at first, her involuntary reactions proving irresistible as he continued to work her over. Her hands stayed grasping at the armrest, her eyes tightly shut now, as he switched between firmer nudges and gentler, longer strokes. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t instigated this sooner, she looked so enticing above him and it was all he could do not to ravish her there and then. Just as he moved his right hand from outside her thigh, he felt her hands cover his own. Smoothing over his hair, he felt a shiver envelope his skin as her fingernails scratched over his scalp forcing his eyes to close in pleasure and his mouth to falter ever so slightly.

“Come here...” she whispered.

Their eyes reconnected and he crawled back over her to join their lips in a passionate kiss. She helped him pull his sweater over the back of his head and he tossed it onto the floor beside them, his jeans quickly joining it before he awkwardly shifted his boxers down his legs eager to pounce back onto her. She giggled before meeting his kiss again. This was all he really wanted; her hands on him, one delicately toying with his hair, maybe pulling slightly when he hits her at the right spot.

He found her shyness vanishing little by little after their first time. Well, second time, technically. He was increasingly comforted by her kisses and the way she would nervously reach for him when they were together. Her own way of letting him know, without words, that she wanted to be there.

“You OK?” he whispered, nipping at her bottom lip causing a smile to flash across her face as she looked up at him. They hadn’t yet got to the point where they felt they could safely assume what the other was thinking so he felt the need to keep asking the question of her, once for reassurance and twice because he just really wanted to hear her whimper as he teasingly rubbed himself against her.

Her breathing grew shallower and her fingers grabbed at his back when she felt him thrust faster, harder, hitting her where she wanted it, over and over again. He never missed a beat. Her hands gripped at him harder than he’d felt before and he got excited at the thought of seeing the marks she would leave on him later on. As he moved his mouth back over hers, their breaths mixing together, she shuddered and after another second or two, finally came hard around him. It didn’t take him long to follow, watching her up close could do that to a man, and they remained in this spot, him lying on top of her, for a few more minutes.

Her back arched as she guided him to her. He felt her grab his shoulders as he pushed inside and she allowed herself finally for the first time that day to block out the rest of the world, leaving only him. He just wanted her to focus solely on him. Just for now.

She wraps her arms around him again as he rested his on either side of her head, allowing him to control their movement as he slowly, confidently, slides in and out of her. She feels warm and soft and...comforting all at once. He relished the tightness, tugging a little on her earlobe when he feels her pulse around him. It was all he had thought about thst day and there would be other times they could slow things down.

Her breathing grew shallower and her fingers grabbed at his back when she felt him thrust a little faster, harder, hitting her where she wanted it, over and over again. He never missed a beat. Her hands gripped at him harder than he’d felt before and he got excited at the thought of seeing the marks she would leave on him later on. As he moved his mouth back over hers, their breaths mixing together, she shuddered and after another second or two, finally came hard around him. It didn’t take him long to follow, watching her up close could do that to a man, and they remained in this spot, him lying on top of her, for a few more minutes.

“Oh fuck...” he panted over her neck, her hair sticking to his forehead when he moved back to kiss her.

“Yeh...” she agreed, unable to muster much energy to add anything else. Her hand returned to caress the back of his head and she felt him relax into her touch until he got a little too heavy and she had to shift out from underneath him.

He took the opportunity to pull his boxers back up as she corrected her own underwear. They smiled at each other and laughed a little bit at the state they were in. He reached out to tuck some hair behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her again, retaining some of the passion from just moments ago but not wanting to push his luck.

“Where are you going?” he asked as she bent down to grab one shoe and then the other after spying it underneath his coffee table.

“Home.”

He straightened up on the sofa, eying her as she slipped on her canvas sneaker having not bothered to untie them from when she had kicked them off earlier. “Stay here for a bit. I could make us something and we can hang out. We’re allowed to do that, surely?”

“That might look a bit weird, no?”

“Why? You’ve stayed here loads of times before.”

“Only when the apartment flooded or when you’ve had a party. It’ll look strange.” She turned to look at him, a sorrowful glance telling him all he needed to know. “Sorry. It’s just I promised Shan we’d have a night in with a pizza. I think I owe her.”

“Owe her?’

“Yeh, just...some time, maybe? I’ve barely spoken to her lately and I think something is going on with a guy or possible with work.”

“She’s a big girl, Sarah, she can take care of herself.” He attempted a protest but knew he was fighting a losing battle as she reached for her hoodie off the armchair. “And you have a life, too. You’ve been working loads. You’ve got a stressful job, and...”

“...and among other things.” she pointedly suggested. “It just feels like we’re ships passing in the night at the moment. Has she said anything to you?’

“Why would she tell me about some loser she may or may not like?” He spoke in a clipper tone but regretted it as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth. He rolled back onto the couch, sighing in defeat and unable to think of a decent come-back. She leaned down to fix her shoes again and avoided his eye contact when she got up to leave. The sad puppy expression that he’d skilfully mastered over the years had failed on this occasion but he wouldn’t be discouraged from using it again.

“Soooo...I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow, then?” he called out as she began to leave.

She turned back to find him lying on his couch like Kate Winslet in ‘Titanic’, one leg dangling off the side and his stomach perfectly displaying his hard-fought-for abs. His skin looked unfairly smooth even from this distance, and she bristled at the thoughts of having been under him just minutes ago.

“Don’t forget me...” he pouted and she would have blessed him with a quick peck on the lips by way of an apology before he smiled at her. She playfully rolled her eyes at him, made a point of remembering him laid out this way, and walked out.

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Welcome to the back (Part 3)

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Thanks for your sweet comments! I’m in a storm of motivation, so here’s your third part today!

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Lunchtime came, and with it the time to execute her plan.

Lila walked towards Felix, confident that this time, he wouldn’t be able to brush her off.

He was alone, so no Marinette to spoil her fun either.

“Excuse me?”, she asked and gave him her sweetest smile when he turned around. “I think you dropped this.”

She held out the expensive looking pen she’d snatched from his briefcase. Shocked he checked his bag, only to find that it was indeed missing.

“I... I didn’t notice.” He took it from her with the outmost care, then added “Thank you.”

She waved it off.

“Don’t mention it. I have quite the collection myself, for calligraphy, and I know how important these can become to you.”

Surprise washed over his face, softening his features.

“You do calligraphy?”

He’d taken the bait.

“Oh, just a little.”, she said humbly. “A librarian in Saudi Arabia taught me. Their alphabet is so fluent and pretty, it just kind of rubbed off on my handwriting.”

He looked a little suspicious, but also intrigued.

“Interesting. I should try learning arabic, then.”

“I can only recommend it. Sadly, I can’t do much calligraphy anymore. Ever since I sprained my wrist, my writing has never been the same again.”

She took two full seconds to look suffering, before cheering up a little.

“But that’s no problem. I can still write poems on my phone.”

“You’re writing as well?”

“Yes! I just finished one, do you want to see?”

She pulled him to the bench next to them and showed him her phone, careful to show off the picture of a violin she’d selected for her background. Then she opened her notes app and presented him her poem. Of course, she hadn’t written it herself. No, she’d simply taken one of his and changed it here and there until it was unrecognizable, but the general rhythm and atmosphere was the same.

“That’s... really good!”, Felix admitted slowly, rereading it. “It feels... familiar.”

“Oh, you write poetry too?”, she asked innocently and he nodded.

“It means a lot to me. As Da Vinci said: Poetry is a painting that is felt rather than seen. My poems are... very important for me.”

Lila beamed. She had him hooked, now she only needed to pull him in.

“You should totally accompany me to the Eiffel Tower this Friday! It’s the perfect place for gathering inspiration and ideas.”

“Uhm, excuse me?”, an all too familiar voice interrupted them. Lila sighed deeply.

“What is it, Marinette?”

The pigtailed girl looked as if she was about to scream, but Adrien behind her nudged her on. Around them, students started to gather, curious about what might happen. With two of the new students present, combined with the girl from the dramatic discussion earlier, it was bound to get interesting.

Lila smiled.

Felix watched Agreste push her forward with a frown. That boy sure seemed intent to test Marinette’s boundaries today.

“I wanted... I am here to apologize.”, the black haired student pressed out. Felix didn’t miss her choice of words. He had no doubt Agreste had pressured her into this.

“I didn’t mean to sound rude when I suggested asking Felix, this morning. You know, about your seating idea.”

Lila sighed and gave her a look of understanding.

“It’s alright. I know you’re not the most... eloquent with words. I’m sure you only wanted to help.”

Felix frowned. This was what they expected apologies for?! Not cutting him off or failing to ask him in the first place?

“I’m happy you’ve gotten this out of the way!”, Agreste commented and beamed as Ladybloggers boyfriend, whatever his name was, patted him on the back as if he’d just singlehandedly created world peace. What an odd class.

“That’s not everything.”, Marinette said to everyone’s surprise, as it seemed. Agreste’s face fell and he tapped her on the shoulder, but she didn’t react. Instead, she pulled out a very familiar notebook out of her purse. She swallowed, before holding it out to him. Felix froze.

“It was in my bag, and your name is written on the inside.”, she said monotonously. Resigned almost. “I swear I don’t know how it got there.”

The students around them gasped and whispered. Marinette pressed her eyes shut, but didn’t lower her hand until he’d taken his notebook back. Only then she looked at him, as if bracing herself for what was to come. He didn’t know what to think.

“You don’t know how it got there?”, Lila said accusingly. “Marinette, I’m glad you decided to give Felix his book back, but at least admit how you’ve obtained it in the first place!”

Marinette took a step forward, opening her mouth to defend herself, but Agreste grabbed her arm and pulled her back. He gave her a stern look, and Marinette shrank. Giving in to whatever Agreste had silently demanded from her, she turned back to Felix.

“I didn’t steal it.”, she whispered, more pleading with him than defending herself. Ladyblogger’s boyfriend laughed nervously.

“Marinette? Stealing? No, no, no, Lila, I’m sure there’s an explanation for all this.”

“Well, she did steal my phone before! And “borrowed” some other things if I remember right.” Ladyblogger herself answered, her eyes jumping from Nino to Lila to Marinette.

“Alya, I...” Marinette began, but Lila interrupted her. It seemed to be her speciality.

“No more excuses, Marinette! You have to apologize for what you did to Felix. His poetry means so much to him!”

The fight continued, with new accusations being thrown around until Marinette looked at the verge of breaking down. Yet she stayed planted into the ground, watching him, waiting for him to say something.

He looked down to his notebook. Nothing was missing, no dog-ears disfiguring his pages. He flipped through the pages, until something caught his eyes. On one page, directly next to the poem Lila’s writing has reminded him of, was a smudge of ink. Black ink, the expensive one he only used for rare occasions. He was familiar enough with his pens to tell them apart by the different shades of black they wrote in, and this particular ink was currently only in the pen Lila had returned to him just now.

He frowned. The smudge definitely looked like it was caused by a thumb, but Marinette’s fingers were clean.

“Marinette”, he asked, silencing everyone. All attention was on him and the girl in front of him. When he held out his hand, she was all but trembling.

“Can I see your hands?”

Surprised she looked up to him, then to his outstretched hand. It was silent enough to hear a fly buzz around on the upper floor. Hesitantly, Marinette placed her hands in his. They felt... warm. Soft. A bit hard at her fingertips, covered with tiny red spots where she seemed to have been injured by a needle. Was she sewing? She twitched a little when he brushed his thumb over her fingertips, and he realized he was letting himself be distracted. He blinked and focused on her thumbs. She had a small cut on her left one, almost healed, and her right thumb was adorned by the swirling lines of an almost circular fingerprint. The lines on the ink in his book were blurred, but definitely straighter than that. He let go of her hands, a bit disappointed at the loss of her warmth.

“She didn’t steal my book.”, he announced and Lila chuckled nervously.

“Really? H-How do you know that?”

He threw her a look that made clear he was more than aware of her role in this.

“There’s an ink stain in my book that wasn’t there this morning. But her hands are clean and her fingerprints don’t match with what little you can see in the smudge. Whoever took my book took one of my ink pens along, and the only one that was missing is the one you gave to me just now, Rossi.”

Another wave of whispers went through the students surrounding them, but he didn’t care. This girl had stolen his most priced possession and framed the only person for it that had ever respected his personal space in this whole goddamn school.

“Now, I’m sure you didn’t mean to, but that does sound like you’re accusing Lila.”, Agreste tried to play peacemaker, dense as always. He scoffed.

“So?”

“W-Well, there’s no proof!”

Felix stilled and Lila spoke up.

“I don’t think he meant it that way, Adrien.” she appeased the crowd. “He’s just faced a lot of stress for his first day. We can still figure out who really stole his poems tomorrow, right, Felix?”

He looked at her, slowly.

“That won’t be necessary.”, he assured, not believing that Rossi made such a fatal, silly mistake. “How did you know this book contains poetry?”

To to be continued

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brianandthemays · 4 years

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Love is a Polaroid Part 17 (Roger Taylor x reader)

A/N After many months, I am finally updating. Let’s be honest i got busy then I got sick then I got busy. But here I am, posting again! I really hope y’all enjoy. I’ve already started Part 18 so let’s see if we can get this post to 100 notes!

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Warnings: Angst, Angst, lots of angst, manipulation

Word Count: 2.8k

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You slammed the door behind you as you rushed into your house. You could barely hear your own thoughts over the loud buzzing in your head. Roger, Roger, Roger. That’s all you could hear or say. His face, his eyes, the broken sadness locked in them. That sadness placed on you. You stared into the empty living room. Roger.

You set off to your room, to the book sitting on your bedside table. You opened it to that picture. The picture you should have thrown away a long time ago. You stared at it a moment longer before standing again. You walked into the kitchen and yanked open one of drawers, grabbing a pair of scissors. You held them up to the picture, staring at him. The relationship you had with him was fake. Idyllic. It hadn’t been real. But even if that were true, he made you feel warm and you never felt warm with Richard. He made you nervous. Like you were constantly treading on glass around him.

And you couldn’t. You couldn’t cut the picture. You couldn’t throw away the last time you had been truly happy. With shaky hands you set the picture on the counter. You couldn’t because no matter how much you wanted to deny it. No matter how much you wanted to pretend it wasn’t true. You had fallen back into his grasp. You took the picture back to it’s spot in your book, tracing over his features. Eyebrows scrunched, lips parted. He was so young.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “I have to go back.”

“Go back where.”

You flinched and looked over to the doorway, where Richard had appeared. You slammed the book shut and placed it back on the table, standing quickly.

“Back to the studio,” you explained cautiously. “I-uh-left my notebook.”

He locked his jaw and stalked towards you. “I’ll go get it.”

“Richard-”

“No, not a discussion. You’ll stay here, make dinner, and forget about that job.”

“Richard, that’s not your choice.”

He looked down at you. “I never should have agreed to let you have it in the first place. Can’t trust that bastard.”

“Stop!” you snapped. “Okay? It was my fault not his, now please.” You wetted your lips feeling the nerves edge their way back into your body. “ You can get my notebook. But I’m going back tomorrow.”

Richard was quiet. Looking at you, thinking. He reminded you of a hawk circling it’s dinner.

“Fine.”

You let out a breath. Then he continued. “But I want you to remember something. I was there for you when he wasn’t. He was off making money and fucking beautiful women and forgetting all about you. And I was there. You should be damn grateful for me. Understand?” You nodded. “Now go make dinner.”

And he left. Storming out the front door with a bang.

You slouched onto the bed, put your head in your hands. You were so fucked.

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Roger’s POV

Roger sat, let tapping furiously, cigarette between his lips. Ever since your fight he had been in a mood. Brian, Freddie, and John were wary of him, staying away from him while he brooded. He glanced down at your notebook, laying on the table. He reached forward and picked it up. Your initials were pressed into the cover, his rough fingers tracing each one.

“You should take it to her,” Fred suggested sitting next to him.

“I doubt she wants to see me,” Roger responded.

“Oh trust me,” Freddie chuckled. “She definitely does.”

Roger just shook his head, bringing his cigarette back to his mouth. Then the door opened and Richard rushed in. The room froze. Roger narrowed his eyes as Richard slunk into the room.

“Boys,” he greeted. No one replied. John, who was in the booth, shook his head and unplugged his bass. “(Y/N)’s forgotten her notebook.”

Roger glanced down at the book in his hand and back up at Richard. If looks could kill, Roger would be dead 10 times by now.

“Here it is, mate.” Roger stood and took a few steps towards Richard. “Is she okay?”

Richard raised his eyebrows.

“She’s fine. She’s always been fine.” Then he added. “She doesn’t need you.”

Roger laughed. “No she doesn’t. But she doesn’t need you either.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Richard snapped back. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

Freddie burst out a laugh before quickly covering his mouth. Richard glared over at him before grabbing the book out of Roger’s hand.

“I would warn you,” Richard growled, pointing his finger into Roger’s chest. “To stay away from her.”

“You do realize she’s a human. With feelings? She’s not a prize,” Roger shot back, hitting his hand away. Richard just shook his head.

“I’m not going to say it again,” Richard sneered. Then he left.

The room was quiet as they processed what just happened. Roger’s whole body was tense. His arms with flexed, his fists were clenched. Then he snapped. He threw his fist into a nearby wall, then immediately followed by a groan of pain.

“Roger, you twat,” Brian shouted coming over to pull Roger away from the wall. Roger brought his fist to his mouth and grimaced. He cursed and made his way back to the couch, kicking the table on his way.

“Well,” Freddie huffed. “That was eventful.”

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(Y/N)’s POV

Richard came back later that night. He dropped your book on the table and walked into your room slamming the door behind him. You’d made dinner per his request but ended up sitting alone at the table, eating slowly. You picked at a stain on your placemat, staring aimlessly at the table trying to remember why you were there in the first place.

This was Roger’s fault. It had to be. Everything was fine until you saw him again. Right? Richard loved you. He had the right to be mad right now. He’ll get over it. He always gets over it. Then you thought back to the picture and the feeling you had earlier when playing the drums on Roger’s lap. You knew it was a bad idea and yet you did it anyways. You knew why. Really you did. But you were so used to your life. Your nice stable life. What would happen if you left it? When you dated before, your relationship was something out of a fairy tale. That was only because you never brought up your fears; you let them brood until they turned into their own being. And you were the one who left him.

Your finger stilled over the stain. You left him. And now you wanted him back. You wanted him back more than anything. But there was Richard, you owed him so much. How could you just leave him? And there was the ever present fear that was always there with Roger. The drugs, the alcohol, the groupies. Did you match up? Did you ever match up? You glanced over at Richard’s dinner, now cold. Even at your worst, you doubt Roger would have ever left you alone at the table.

But tomorrow was another day. And you’d have to go back and see him and pretend that everytime he looked at you, you didn’t feel the need to scream and cry and kiss him madly. You knew better than to pester Richard so you crawled up on the couch, pulling a light blanket over your body as you stared up into the ceiling. Tomorrow was another day.

You and Richard made up in the morning. Richard always did. He came and shook you awake and kissed your forehead, telling you how sorry he was for leaving you alone all night and for yelling. He promised to be better. He always did. By the time you got back to the studio, you were more relieved to be away from him than ever.

After you parked, you stayed in your car for a second, breathing in and out slowly. Then you opened the door and stepped out of the car. The only person in the room was Freddie for which you were relieved.

“Hey Freddie,” you sighed, walking in to sit next to him on the couch.

He smirked at you, scooting over a tad to let you in. “You have caused quite the rukus since coming back, my dear.”

“Don’t remind me,” you muttered, pulling out you notebook. “Did Roger say something? To Richard when he came and got my notebook?”

“You could say that,” Freddie humphed. “Nearly ripped his head off.”

You groaned and put your head in your hands. “Ugh, I really wish he wouldn’t.”

Freddie just scooted closer to you, taking your hand off your head and holding it with both of his. The simple gesture took you by surprise but warmed your heart nonetheless. He looked at you with his brown eyes that held so much emotion and told you everything you needed to know. Then he was reaching up his hand to brush away a tear you hadn’t known had fallen. You pressed a hand to your cheek and swiped under your eyes, trying to ward off other tears.

“I think you wish he would,” Freddie replied softly. “I think there are certain parts of your life you need to release in order to be yourself again.” You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, so he continued. “There’s something pulling on you, pulling you away from who you are. But you’re here again. With people who love you.” He rubbed your hand, smoothing over the skin. “You can let go, it’ll be okay.”

You felt like your world was crushing in on you. You could feel the pull he was talking about, and you knew where it was pulling you from. Then at that exact moment, Roger walked in the door. You looked up and locked eyes with him. He made a motion to leave but you stood up quickly. His eyes widened and he glanced down at Freddie who was conveniently looking away.

“Roger…” You began. There was a lot you wanted to say. But now was not the time or the place. So maybe this was a good place to begin. “I just wanted to apologize... For yesterday.”

He shook his head, shrugging. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

You brought your gaze down to the floor. Then you saw his hand. It was in a bandage.

“Roger, what did you do?” You walked over to him and grabbed his hand.

“Excuse me.” Freddie shoved past you. “Must use the loo.”

Roger glared at Freddie as he walked away. But you just pulled him inside the room, rubbing your fingers over his wrapped knuckles.

“‘s nothing,” he insisted, pulling his hand away but you grabbed it again.

You looked up at him beginning to tug the wrapping off but looking for permission. He just nodded. So you tugged the wrapping off to see the bruised and swollen knuckles that were there. You gasped softly, bringing your hand to your mouth.

“Roger…”

“I punched the wall,” he admitted.

You snapped your head up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Why on earth would you do that.”

“I was angry…” he continued.

You shook your head, not understanding.

“Because…” He swallowed thickly, not taking his gaze off of you. “You’re here. And you’re so amazing. And… and I can’t have you.”

Your breathing hitched. This could not be happening. It was too early in the morning for this. But for some reason, part of you was ignoring that. And you let go. You pressed your lips to his, feeling as he gasped but eagerly reciprocated. He pulled his hand away from you and wrapped it around your neck. You slide your hands up to his chest, wanting to be closer to him. It was amazing. You could feel his love for you seeping into your body as his hand wrapped around your waist. Things were clicking and you forgot everything but the feeling of his lips on yours. But nothing lasts forever. And the pull came back. Pulling you away from him. You flung yourself away from him.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, realizing what just happened.

“(Y/N)--”

“No, this… this didn’t happen.”

“(Y/N), I can’t keep pretending!” He shouted. You flinched at his shout and he took a breath, not wanting to upset you. “And obviously you don’t want to either.”

“I don’t know what I want… but I can’t do this right now. Richard is already angry with me enough and if he found out about this…” You shuddered. The chains pulling you away into the storm in your heart. Back into the shade and the rain and everything dark in your head. All the negative voices drawing you down again.

Roger shook his head, trying to remain calm. “You can’t seriously want to stay with him. After everything he’s done to you.”

“What? Help me off my ass? Be there for me for 4 years?” you retorted.

“Treated you like shit. Make you feel like you owe him anything,” Roger spat back. Your breathing picked up and you began to panic. Richard didn’t treat you like shit… he loved you… he told you he loved you. He only got mad when you messed up… right? You felt yourself backing up into the corner, feeling your lungs collapse within you. He loved you. He had to love you.

“Hey, hey, hey”

Roger was there, in front of you. His hands held yours. “It’s okay, everything is okay. Just breath.”

He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. So many things were happening in your head. You needed to shut off. But you couldn’t storm out again, that was making things too dramatic. So, you just pulled your hands away from him, shaking your head.

“Not now, Roger… not now.” You slid out from in front of him. “I’m sorry.”

He sighed, turning around to watch you sit back down on the couch. You went back into the shell you had abandoned moments earlier. He had been so close to getting you back. Freddie reentered the room finding you and Roger further apart than before and frowned. Roger just shook his head and walked out, muttering something about needing a cigarette.

There wasn’t an incident for the rest of the day. Richard stopped by at lunch to give you food but he didn’t come inside and Roger didn’t confront you about it. But his lips lingered on yours. Even as you avoided him for the rest of the day. Never staying in the room alone with him. As luck would have it, they finished early. And you left before any of them could ask you to come to drinks with them, or have to face Roger in the parking lot. You were tired. You were ready to just go home and wait for Richard.

You smiled to yourself, thinking of the dinner you could make for him. Surprise him with a nice dinner and wine and apologize for this whole week. You pulled into your driveway and hopped out of the car. When you walked into the house, you immediately noticed the pair of shoes by the door. They were a pair of nice heels. You didn’t own them. Maybe Richard had bought them for you. You continued into the house and put your keys down. Then you heard it, a creaking noise in your bedroom.

“Richard?” you called out, feeling slightly afraid of an intruder.

You went reached over the counter and into the drawer, grabbing a pair of scissors to defend yourself with. The creaking only got more intense and soon there was moaning. You gripped the scissors tightly. You made your way to your room. The door was slightly propped open but as you stood outside you didn’t need to go any further. You heard moans and gasping, along with a hard-thumping noise. Against your better judgement, you pressed open the door.

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timelvss · 5 years

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Love Heist

parings: lee taeyong | ft. some nct kids

genre: criminal!au / romance, angst

warnings: language, gore (mentions of blood)

word count: 11.4k

description: and suddenly a switch inside taeyong flipped, that wasn’t your boyfriend anymore but there was no chance you were letting him do this alone.

author’s note: this fic has been in the works since about august of last year, it was meant to be a halloween fic but that didn’t happen..... anyways, i would really appreciate feedback on it, it’s literally my favorite fic i’ve written so far and thank you for waiting for it :( shout out to my pals for reading it and helping me through it

At the moment you hadn’t thought about how bad things really were until now that you saw the familiar gun laying on the floor across from the coffee table and a couple of bullet shells laying around it. To say the apartment you both were in was a mess was an understatement, there was glass shattered across the floor (from the tiny coffee table that used to stand) and papers scattered all over the floor. Not that it was your own apartment, but it was still a pain to look at the mess that surrounded you. There was multiple questionable stains on your clothes that annoyed you and your body ached of exhaustion but someone had to keep a watch while the other slept. How did it get like this? you mentally asked yourself as your eyes wandered to the man whose head was in your lap. His hair was now a bloody red color instead of the brown one he cared so much for back then. He almost looked peaceful while he slept, his hands were bloodied and you could only remember his smirk across his lips as he pulled the trigger on the stranger in the bathroom.

It all began when you met him, the stranger who somehow turned your life around with just a look. He was the boy with the pretty smile and gentle eyes that everyone seemed to love, he always seemed like the kind of guy you’d bring home to your parents. When you met him at the bookstore he was holding an HTML & CSS3 for Dummies that you remember pointing out, while on the other hand you were holding the latest book in the Percy Jackson series. The both of you talked about your picks and were soon exchanging numbers. That’s how it began, simple.

On the many dates the both of you shared, the two of you learnt plenty of things about the other. For example, Taeyong actually dropped out of MIT in the middle of his senior year just to join the opening of the local paper in their IT position while you on the other hand had barely graduated with an english degree. Despite your degree, you still doubted your whole literature knowledge once you graduated. He also shared his hobbies and interests with you, like how he enjoyed singing and making up raps on his free time to avoid the stress of crashing networks and moving hundreds of files to newer servers. Taeyong was the main IT guy in not just only your local paper but in the ones surrounding your small town, usually this meant that he traveled a lot from city to city.

Soon after meeting Taeyong the local newspaper started printing various articles saying that multiple chain large businesses were losing money by the millions in a matter of minutes every other night. Well, they weren’t exactly losing money, it was more like it was being stolen but no one knew exactly how it was being done besides it being through online transactions. The police was doing everything in its power to track the online transfers that were being done but the hacker of the crimes left little to no clues regarding his identity or location. A few days after the online transfers were posted on the newspaper, they posted a new story that detailed the findings of the money at various places scattered around town and even at the entrance of surrounding towns nearby. The money was always found in balloons that were filled with hundreds of bills stuffed inside them, which could only make you smile. These balloons were found at homeless shelters, orphanages, churches and places that desperately needed money yet no one knew the one who was doing it.

The unknown transactions were soon discovered at various computer cafes throughout the city, though whoever was doing it left no track of which computer was used even when all of them were thoroughly checked. This only led more papers to mock the city police, its investigators, and for the person doing the robberies to take advantage of the popularity and go to bigger things. While all of this was happening you lived a quiet life and chose to stay out of these sort of things, though listening to the story unfold was kind of a guilty pleasure. When you and Taeyong would meet up at various places, the both of you would talk about the events and how your lives were.

“You know, this person doing all of this can’t be all bad if they are literally handing out money to the ones in need,” you said as the both of you walked down the street nearing the small cafe on the corner.

“That’s what I think too, they must have a good heart.” You could only nod at Taeyong’s words as you leaned into him to take his hand in yours, smiling up at the man beside you.

The next time you found yourself with Taeyong, you were laying down beside him on his bed. Your legs were lazily laying on top of his trying to warm up your toes as he read through one of his many computer books. One of his hands was resting on your thigh and his finger kept on tracing shapes on your skin while the other held up the book. The tv played in the background while you scrolled through various apps of social media, humming softly a tune that was stuck in your head. Neither of you were paying attention until the tv beeped with an alarm sound, making the both of you look over at it. Breaking News flashed across the TV and the image quickly shifted towards the anchor and a person on the field.

“Good night, this is N.City News and I am your anchor Moon Taeil. We bring you this breaking news to follow up the recent robberies occurring around town. Today at 1:27 pm, an alarm went off in our main offices with a banner that said, ‘We’re coming soon.’ Nothing of such was discussed with anyone outside our offices but tonight at 12:07am, money started raining from the air vents. We were told we are not the only place where this is happening, here we have our junior in training Huang Renjun to fill you in.”

The image shifted from the regular anchor to a younger man (though he still reminded you of a baby) holding a microphone up while police cars were around the building behind him. Your eyebrows only furrowed at the image trying to figure out what it was, but the blue and red lights were making it a little hard to focus. A small gasp came out of your lips as you looked at the building behind the guy. It was the pet shelter you’d always volunteer for, you remember taking Taeyong there with you and watching him play with the kittens. You found yourself smiling at the thought, but quickly shaking your head and looked back at the screen to keep up with the news.

“-right, Taeil, the money was also pouring out of air vents but in this case it was fixed so it wouldn’t fall on any of the cages. No money was thrown in with the animals yet the offices in the back along with the bathrooms and lobby were all flooded with thousands of one hundred dollar bills. The police are trying to gather as much of the cash as possible before the morning when it opens, but as they keep up picking it up the vents keep on pouring out more. We have firefighters trying to figure out which pipe in the back it is so no sprinklers will go off.”

As the Renjun kid finished the image was switched back to the one with Taeil, his hands neatly placed on the desk in front of him. “From what we were told by the authorities this recent heist of this robber was done from various unknown servers across the city causing it to be very difficult to almost impossible to narrow the search down a single one. We will keep you up-” before the achor’s sentence was done, Taeyong flipped the channel leaving you wondering about the rest of the story.

Being with Taeyong was something you never intended to happen, it just sort of did. His hand was always in yours and your lips always found their way to his, wanting more of him than what was probably healthy. That’s why it came as no surprise when he finally asked you to move in with him after eight whole months of officially dating and almost a year of just knowing each other. He shared every single one of his secrets with you and you confided in him all of yours. So there you were packing up the last of the boxes of your belongings, brown boxes scattered all over your living room as your best friend Ten helped you pack the mugs out of your kitchen.

“I can’t believe you’re actually moving in with this guy,”

“Ten, we’ve known him for almost two years please, also he’s literally one of your friends,” you gave Ten a look and he only shrugged at your comment before sticking his tongue out at you, continuing to wrap mugs in newspaper. You had introduced Taeyong to Ten after a few weeks of you guys officially dating, mostly because you wanted Ten to stop asking who was making you smile.

“Be nice to me or I’ll break your favorite unicorn mug.”

Moving in with Taeyong was fairly easy to your surprise, he showed you nothing but love towards you which only made you feel welcomed. Now here three months later, you felt bored out of your mind stuck between the four walls of the empty apartment at almost midnight. It had become a habit of Taeyong’s to go with his friends every other thursday night for drinks and friendly bowling tournaments. He never came home drunk, but there was always a smile on his face when he returned. He also kind of sucked at bowling but you were still very supportive when he told you the stories when the both of you shared dinner. Every now and then you wanted to join your boyfriend on his bowling adventures but you always decided to give him a bit of space.

The following friday it was announced on the news that another robbery was done at the local branch of the bank in the middle of town, it was one of the bigger banks that had been targeted as of yet. By now the media had started calling this person the Robin Hood which only made you smile internally, he was really stealing money from the rich and giving it to the ones in need. His tactic wasn’t the right one but you knew he had good intentions which is why, secretly, you didn’t really want him to get caught. Of course, due to all the money being lost the police were heavy on his tracks, every other day they would do a press conference or maybe publish a comment on how they were getting closer to a lead. It had been published all over that millions of different bills had been written over and they all said, ‘you fools, i wish you luck trying to hunt me down’. Different newspapers published the news and it was also talked about in the evening news. The money was either left inside balloons or it somehow poured through the vents. There was so much money, that you couldn’t see the floor in some of these places, that was the only thing that never changed.

“Hey love, I’m home,” Taeyong said as he slipped into the tiny apartment, your eyes followed the sound of his voice and noticed him taking off his shoes, “Did you miss me?” a cocky grin spread over Taeyong’s lips as he moved towards you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

You could only smile, this time he wasn't home as late as he usually was and you could only be thankful, it just meant you had more time with your boyfriend. “I don't know, you barely gave me time to miss you.” Taeyong walked towards the couch and flopped down next to you, stretching out his legs on the coffee table while you tucked your legs under yourself. The book in your lap soon forgotten as Taeyong placed a kiss on your forehead and turned the tv on.

“Yes, Taeil, from what we were told, the latest heist of this robber was done three nights ago from, again, from various unknown servers across the city. Just like the previous ones, it’s been causing it to be very difficult, nearly impossible, to narrow the search down a single one. For what they have done, it’s been said by the authorities that this heist was of about half a million dollars, their biggest heist as of now. Although, only twenty five thousand have been given out so far to the local animal shelter this morning. In the usual way of balloons being filled with multiple hundred dollar b-” before the reporter’s sentence was done, Taeyong flipped the channel, leaving you wondering about the rest of the story again.

“How was work?” you asked Taeyong as you let your legs stretch over his lap. Taeyong’s hands moved over your legs, massaging them softly as he turned to face you with a small smile playing on his lips.

“It was fine, Jungwoo was goofing off with the new intern. I think his name is Luke or something like that, I wasn't paying much attention when Doyoung was introducing him to me.”

The rest of the evening went slow as the both of you shared the rest of your previous activities with each other. From how Yeri sent the wrong email to your boss to how this Luke kid made the printer print five hundred pictures of his cat. You could only smile at the stories Taeyong told you, but soon he was standing up and stretching as he tugged his shirt off in front of you. “I’m going to go shower, I’ll meet you in the bedroom,”

“Sounds good, I’m gonna clean up this mess of papers and I’ll meet you there.”

The apartment to begin with was not messy, the both of you always made sure to keep everything tidy. Which was something you picked up from Taeyong early on when you moved in. Not that he was a super clean freak but he liked things to be tidy and clean, which was why the pile of papers on your dining table were burning holes into the back of your head. Bringing the stack of papers with you to the couch, you flipped the channel back to the news which were talking about the weather. While putting the papers in two piles (the keep pile and the trash pile) your eyes caught one with fancy letters. The paper read, ‘you fools, I wish you luck trying to hunt me down’ written over and over again all over the paper in bright colored letters. Your eyes glanced back at the tv which displayed the paper that they had found earlier in the week, the same words plastered on the white piece of paper.

There was a moment where you could only hear your heartbeat in your ears because there was just no way your loving and caring boyfriend could be doing these robberies all across town. There was just no way it was possible. Taeyong, pulling off a robbery? It was impossible, your boyfriend was too gentle. Shaking your head you folded the paper and hid it under one of the cushions on the sofa, hurrying through the rest of the stack and making your way to the bedroom. Desperately trying to forget about the existence of the paper.

Now, you wouldn’t call yourself a stalker, but after finding that paper there was always a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Which is why on that same thursday, you found yourself in a rental car following Taeyong’s old Camery down the streets of the city. He had called you earlier to let you know he’d be coming home late since he was meeting up with his friends at the bowling alley. Which he did, only he had left twenty minutes after he had arrived there with a laptop he did not come with under his arm. Your eyebrows furrowed as Taeyong got back into his car and drove away from the bowling alley and towards the small internet cafe near the cafe place the both of you went on your first date. At this location, Taeyong lasted a total of six minutes inside the cafe and walked back outside a small bag in hand and no laptop within sight.

After driving an hour to the edge of town trying to keep up with Taeyong’s hectic driving, he pulled up to a bank, but by this point he was no longer wearing his usual work clothes. A long black coat that went down to his knees covered most of him, he matched it all with black pants, a black tee, and some expensive looking black dress shoes. Although it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Taeyong to wear all black, it was to see him in slicked hair, he never did that. It was a new look on him and you could only feel a blush creep over your cheeks as your eyes followed the man. There was a black mask that covered half of his face but through the small binoculars you brought, but you could see the small scar on the corner of his eye.

This Taeyong that walked inside the bank, he had another aura you had not seen on your boyfriend which made you curious and a little scared. Soon enough there was a bright light followed by a bang that made you jump in your seat. There were thoughts flying across your head, making you rub your eyes in frustration. This wasn’t your Taeyong. It just couldn’t be. Your thoughts were broken when you saw Taeyong walk back out of the bank, balloons filled with money in both of his hands and a splatter of red dots across his face.

When Taeyong returned that night you were already in bed, he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek and walked into the bathroom to shower. You had never paid much attention to his smell when he came home from his outings but somehow he now reeked of iron and you knew exactly why. Biting down on your lip, you made your way down to the living room, lifting the cushion on the couch your fingers shakily grabbed the paper you had hid days prior. The only difference now was that it was folded in more folds than when you had left it. Weird. Another thing that was different now, though, was instead of the taunting ‘you fools, i wish you luck trying to hunt me down’ it read, ‘you should know better, love’ in black ink right in the middle of the paper, covering all of the colored words.

“You know, it’s not right to go through someone else’s things without permission, my love,” you heard Taeyong from behind you as you folded the paper back, holding it close to your chest. There was a small twinge of fear crawling up your chest but there was also another feeling that you couldn’t explain. There was something else that made your stomach flutter. You could only let out the breath you had been holding before turning to face your boyfriend. “I guess, it could be counted as an illegal activity,”

“Taeyo-”

“No, you don’t get to talk. You almost ruined the heist, thank god Mark saw you at the car rental place. We can’t let you ruin what we started, it’s gone too far and we need to finish this once and for all. Now, if you want to leave, I can’t say it won’t hurt but as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut you’ll be fine. Otherwise, I’ll be your nightmare, you know,” Taeyong shrugged as if he wasn’t just threatening your life, more as if he had just told you to wash the dishes or something.

“I don’t,” you said but quickly shut your mouth trying to think of how to phrase the next sentence you were trying to say in your head, “I don’t want to leave,”

A small flash of something flashed over Taeyong’s eyes, you didn’t know if it was hope or maybe something darker hidden behind his brown eyes. You weren’t paying much attention to what he was wearing, but in the corner of your eye you saw that in his left hand he was holding a black gun with silver letters engraved on the side. A shiver ran down your spine but you couldn’t avoid the small feeling of excitement that bubbled inside of you as Taeyong brought the gun to the middle of your chest, “You saw what I did, why do you still want to stay?”

“Because,” you swallowed the small lump in your throat as you began to move closer towards Taeyong. The gun still between the both of you, opening your mouth and softly whispering only loud enough for him to hear you, “I love you,”

There was a small pause between the both of you and then Taeyong moved the gun under your chin, the cool metal feeling cold against your skin. The gun’s muzzle dug into your chin as Taeyong tilted your head up so you could meet his dark eyes “Ah, you love me,”

“Taeyo-“

Before you could let out another word you felt Taeyong’s soft lips over yours, there was something else that wasn’t there before last time you kissed him. A small groan slipped past your lips as you pushed Taeyong up to the wall nearest to you, your lips still attached to each other’s. There was a smirk playing on Taeyong’s lips as he pulled back only turn you over, one of his hands grabbing both of yours and pinning them up above your head. With a slight chuckle Taeyong brought the gun back up to your face, the exposed barrel on it stroking your cheek softly, “Ah, my stupid little girl, I love you,”

“Tae, please listen, I know what you’re doing is not the right thing but I promise you I’m not here to rat you out. I don’t know why you’re doing this but you’re giving money to the poor, you’re helping some people at least so I’m not mad. I just, I wanted the truth,”

“We’ll see.”

After the talk the both of you shared, Taeyong no longer hid this other part of his life with you. On the contrary, he seemed to be more at peace, leaving his ammunition on the coffee table and many other guns in plain sight over the counter. There was also more of those all black outfits he wore in his closet, but all of them were spotless clean and they even smelled like his after shave. There was a small part of you that wanted to know what he did when he was gone with his friends on his outings, but there was just no way you could ask. Your thoughts were disturbed when a knocking on the door caught you off guard. Sighing you walked towards the door and opened it to find a boy with dark black hair standing there with a slanted smile over his lips.

“Hey, is Taeyong in?” The boy across from you asked as he waved at you and then shoved his hands inside his pockets, you looked at him and then back towards the hallway.

“Yeah, he was just finishing up some work from the newspaper but he is in his office,” you said moving out of the way for the boy in front of you to go down the hallway towards his office.

“Thanks, by the way, my name is Mark.”

Your eyes followed the new boy into your house, there was something familiar about the boy walking down the hallway. Thinking back to the previous dates that you and Taeyong shared, you vaguely remembered this Mark boy calling Taeyong in the middle of dinner. Making your way back to your bedroom, you remembered a couple of more people that were in Taeyong’s small friend group. There was a guy with pink hair that reminded you of cherry blossoms, another man who spoke Japanese on the phone while you visited Taeyong in his office. There was also another man who looked a bit older than Taeyong who spoke mandarin on the phone while you were dropping off lunch to Taeyong in his office. All of these guys worked with Taeyong at the newspaper office on a regular basis so you never gave it much thought besides them being his friends.

“Yo, TY,” you heard Mark say as he walked inside Taeyong’s office, you were trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation but his office was right on the other side your bedroom.

Through the wall you heard Taeyong sigh, you could already see him rubbing his temples, “Lee, what are you doing here? I told you not to bring business to my house,”

“Listen dude, I know the boundaries but this new heist we’re pulling needs more planning than what we have so far. This is the biggest one we’re about to do so far and we need to clear out some technical issues that we might have with the program. Kun has been trying to smooth out any bugs and Yuta has been trying to find armory within our sellers in Japan in case of an emergency. Jae has been keeping tabs on all the security around the SM building in case we have to bail and run,”

“First of all, Mark, we’re not going to bail and run. Second, this has to work out because they have to go down, you know all the mess they made cost the city and everyone who got left behind. Third, after this one we’re moving towns anyways so it doesn’t matter. You, me, Y/N and everybody else so we leave no trace. Remember that we all stick together no matter what.” You could almost picture Taeyong’s frustrated face as he finished his sentence. There was a feeling inside your chest from the end of Taeyong’s speech. Was Taeyong really going to take you with him no matter what? You had already told him that you weren’t going to tell the authorities regardless if you stayed with him or not, but apparently that didn’t matter.

“You’re taking Y/N? But man, what if she doesn’t want to go. Are we still taking her no matter what?” at the end of this question you heard another emotion in Mark’s words, something along the lines of empathy for you regardless if he knew you or not.

“She knows too much at this point for us to consider it being an option, she’s coming whether she wants to or not.” When Taeyong finished talking, you couldn’t bear to hear any more of what came out of his mouth, there was just no point to it. That wasn’t the boy you started dating yet, regardless, you still loved him.

After meeting Mark, the rest of Taeyong’s friends found their way to your house whenever they had a question about a certain topic that could not be named. You quickly learnt their names and faces and what they provided for Taeyong. For example, Yuta was head of armory and he consisted in getting all of the guns and rifles they needed for whatever reason. On the other hand, Mark was kind of all over the place, he was pretty much Taeyong’s assistant. Second in hand if you please. Jaehyun was in charge of investigating all of the places they were taking down one by one, looking at them for weeks on end in order to know all of their patterns so none of the heists would go down hill. Kun, was some sort of a computer genius who dropped out of high school for some unknown reason they wouldn’t tell you why yet. You barely talked to any of the boys, only when they spoke to you first and it was basically for a hello or can I have something out of the fridge? kind of situation. Last but not least there was Taeyong, he was the leader of all these operations and, for some reason, he hated SM with all his heart.

The more you thought of it, you didn’t really know much about Taeyong besides his current status. He never talked about his family like you did. He knew that your mom and dad lived in the country, pretty much living on the farm most of their life. You pretty much broke their heart when you moved to the city to start something new. Sighing, you glanced towards the front door where Taeyong was just walking in with a new laptop under his arm.

“Hey love,”

“Hi,” The relationship you both had been a little jagged since you found out about his nightly routines. It wasn’t that you were extremely pissed off, you just wanted to know the truth instead of being hidden in the dark.

“Y/N, I know our relationship has been suffering for the past couple of weeks since you found out about everything, and I’d like to say I’m sorry for that. I never meant to take you into my mess but now that you’re part of it, you’re going to have to run with us,” he stopped talking for a quick second taking, in your reaction and softly sighing when he saw you tense up, “So for the next week you’re going to be training with Yuta on how to hold and shoot a gun properly. I can’t have you not knowing what to do in case of an emergency or if something happens to me in this new heist.”

The thought of Taeyong not coming back to you was one of the scariest things you had ever thought about. There was a feeling of worry at the pit of your stomach that only made you want to puke. Sighing to yourself, you looked back at the man in front of you, nodding at his words.

“If there is no other choice, I guess I’ll have to do it,” you said as your arms crossed over your chest, meanwhile all Taeyong could do is give you a sigh.

“I don’t want you to have to look at it from that point of view, I’m only doing what’s better for your safety,” he replied to you, dropping his keys in the small bowl in the coffee table in front of you.

You could only roll your eyes at his words as he sat down next to you on the couch. Keeping your eyes focused on the tv as you spoke, “Well, if you were not doing all of this we wouldn’t have to be there in the first place,”

From the corner of your eyes you saw Taeyong clench his jaw shut, his lips turning into a thin line before he talking to you once again, “You have no idea all the pain that they’ve cost me, it was only a matter of time before somebody did something about all of their crimes. Only somehow I ended up being the first one to man up and do something about it.”

“Then explain to me, what did they do so bad that you have to do all these things including killing people?”

“I didn’t kill anyone, I have just hurt them a little or...” Taeyong only struggled when you finish the sentence. It only reminded you of one of the previous conversations you’ve both shared, much like when he first told you when you found out.

“That’s not the point Taeyong, all I want to know is why you’re doing all of this? Why are you getting your hands bloodied in this mess?”

“Because it cost me everything that my family had, for the same reason that my sister passed away three years ago due to the fact that I could not provide enough money to keep her alive. The fact that my dad lost his business when he decided to join in partnership with SM and them stealing from right under his nose without him knowing. All of that and we were not the only family that they’ve done this to. With Jaehyun, his mom passed away five years ago to some cancer from working at the factory SM ran in their town. Yuta had to travel all the way here to hunt them down when they destroyed his town when some chemicals leaked into the water system. All of us have something we want justice for, this is not for nothing.” With that, Taeyong walked away from you and towards the bedroom not saying another word to you or even sparing you a second glance.

After this new argument you had with Taeyong, you couldn’t help but to feel guilty about everything he had just said to you. The truth is, you wanted to know everything but so far you knew enough to know where he was coming from. You knew Taeyong was not the hard, stone cold person he appeared to be, he was soft and very sentimental inside. That was the man that you had fallen in love with and still loved regardless of his actions now.

Walking from the living room back to the kitchen, your eyes widened at the figure standing in front of your fridge. There was Mark, rummaging through the fridge looking for something to eat. “Jesus, Mark, could you at least make yourself noticeable when you’re in the house?”

“Well, I heard you and Taeyong arguing again and I didn’t want to disturb you two in the middle of it. I didn’t want to be that person,” Mark said as he took a bite of the apple in his left hand. Shrugging, he walked over towards you and jumped up to sit on the counter, looking back at you as he leaned his head back on the cabinets behind his head. “Listen, I know it’s none of my business but you should really cut the guy some slack. He’s not a bad person, it's just the way his whole life changed from one day to the next that made him the way he is. You probably don’t believe me but I’ve known him for a while now, I used to live next-door to him and his sister used to babysit me. I know way more than I should probably know about him and it’s not my place to tell you what happened but he is kind of traumatized,”

With your shoulders slumped, you sighed as Mark finished his sentence. After all Taeyong had just told you part of the reason why he was doing these things. The only thing is, you wanted to know the whole thing not just part and you needed Taeyong to tell that to you, “I just want the truth Mark, I don’t want anymore secrets. If I’m in this for a while now, I want to know everything. I don’t want anything to be hidden from me anymore,”

“He didn’t tell you the details yet but he told you the most important stuff and that’s all you need to know. At this point, the less you know the better, trust me, he’s doing it for your own safety.” With that, Mark jumped off the counter and walked down the hallway towards Taeyong’s office, closing the door after him.

Walking back towards your shared bedroom with Taeyong, you found him going over some papers in his lap, his glasses riding on the bridge of his nose as he glanced over towards you. He said nothing but went back to the piles of papers scattered on the bed, there were different sticky notes on each pile and you couldn’t help but smile. “Give me a few minutes to get this sorted and then we can go to bed,”

“That’s fine, but uh, I actually wanted to apologize,” you said after letting out an awkward cough from the back of your throat. Taeyong’s eyes flew up to meet yours, there was a small twinkle you had almost forgotten was there, “Mark said some stuff to me and I know he’s right, I just don’t like to admit things to myself sometimes and I’m sorry,”

A small sigh slipped past his lips as he set down the papers in his hands, getting up from the bed and walking over towards you. His hands found their way to their spot on your hips as you leaned more into him unconsciously, “My love, as much as you frustrate me to the point where I want to put a gun up to your chest, again, I’d rather die than to be here without you. I know you want to know many things about this but I also don’t want to put you in danger due to your knowledge,”

“I know that, but I also want you to know whenever you finally want to talk about it, that I'm here with my ears wide open to listen,” you nodded as you finished your sentence, glancing back up to the man in front of you.

A small smile spread over Taeyong’s lips as he nodded along with you, his hands moving from the spot on your hips to hold your face in his hands. His fingers moving over your cheeks as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips before speaking again, “Do you know how much I love you?”

“I might need a refresher actually,” you answered while your own lips tugged into a smile, moving your hands around his neck. It had been a bit too long since you and Taeyong had shared a moment like this but suddenly the feeling hit you, this was home. He was your home.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

After a long training session with Yuta, you let yourself flop down on the couch next to Taeyong who was busy typing away on the keyboard in front of him. Jaehyun and Kun were busy in Taeyong’s office trying to contact some server in Russia to avoid leaving any traces behind on this new heist. There were plenty of guns laid out on the dining table and by now, you knew how to disassemble each and every single one of them and put them back together. Being part of this was not too bad but the work on your body was exhausting, Taeyong told you to quit your job due to the fact that all of you were leaving after this was over which was exactly what you did. Taeyong’s hand reached over to yours, your palm was now covered in calluses which made him frown and traced over the harsh marks on your soft skin.

“New ones?”

Shaking your head, you could only turn to look at him, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat, “I don’t think so, the old ones just burst when Yuta went to train me over hidden knives and gu-”

“Jesus, Yuta! I told you basics for crying out loud, not the entire thing. At least not yet, couldn’t you have waited until we were out of here?” Groaning, Taeyong let his laptop fall shut and he walked over towards the dining room where Yuta was cleaning out the nuzzle in one of the rifles. “What the hell happened to basics?”

You could only picture Yuta rolling his eyes at Taeyong as you followed behind, “A hidden knife could be the difference between her being alive or dead in a matter of seconds TY,” There was something else in Taeyong’s eyes when he starred directly at the man sitting down in front of him, “Plus, you need to chill. You’ve been a pain in everyone’s ass lately, we know what we’re doing remember?”

By the end of Yuta’s sentence you only wanted to sigh but instead you took Taeyong’s hand, you lead him back to your bedroom. Giving him a small smile as he sat down on the mattress in the middle of the floor. There were boxes surrounding the both of you from the move but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to continue packing the remaining of your belongings while Taeyong was like this. Clothes were still in your closet and there was plenty of books scattered on the floor that went from computer science to kamasutra positions. That was a book which you were shy to show to Taeyong when the both of you started getting too comfortable in the routine. A blush covered you cheeks at the memory of it but your thoughts were soon broken apart by Taeyong who was tugging on your shirt.

“Have I really been an asshole lately?” he asked in a small voice as he looked up at you, this look on him always reminded you of a baby kitten which only made your insides melt.

“A little, but we all know you’re on the edge lately so we let it slide.” you replied as you sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours and giving it a small squeeze. You knew it wasn’t much but he needed the reassurance in every way possible and you were there to give it to him even if you didn’t think it was such a good idea.

“It’ll all be over soon, just think of it that way.” The way he said it only made the hairs on your arms stand up and your insides feel like they were being turned inside out, but you could only nod and put on a brave face.

You had never seen Taeyong get himself ready for one of his missions but seeing him turn from your adorable boyfriend to this emotionless human was something you would never forget. As he traded in his usual skinny jeans for some pants that looked as if they were a mix between sweatpants and cargo pants you noticed the twinkle in his eyes start to shut down. There was no sign of remorse in his eyes and the thought of Taeyong being this person scared you a little bit, not that you would ever tell anyone but that made you aware of every single move he made. There were knives and guns hidden throughout his body in case of any emergencies, while he was still going to be carrying a gun on each of his hands. The long black trench coat you had seen before was on his shoulders once again and this time there was a black turtleneck sweater that covered his torso up to his neck. There was also a skin tight bullet proof vest underneath but it was barely visible under the sweater. His black dress shoes were traded in for black military boots as he walked towards you, handing you your own black outfit. There was something in his eyes when his eyes met yours that reminded you of the old Taeyong but that was quickly gone as he turned to look at the rest of the guys who were already dressed in black. You could only nod as you let them talk, Taeyong giving them a brief pep talk to lead them into this. Biting down on your lip, you walked out of the office and towards your now empty room to change.

The outfit Taeyong had given you was nothing out of the ordinary, black cargo sweatpants like his, a black tshirt, the vest that was meant to go under your shirt, and a black bomber that was similar to Mark’s. Getting dressed was the easy part but as you tied the military boots you realized how this was about to go down, you were about to go rob a fucking company for crying out loud. Looking back at the mirror, you grabbed your matching face mask and turned towards Taeyong who was standing in the door, no face mask but instead a black bandana covering half of his face.

“I never thought you’d look this good in this outfit,” he let out a small chuckle as he took your hand, bringing it up to his face and giving it a kiss through the cloth. “Ready to go, princess?”

Making your way down to the middle of town and through the streets that you used to call home, you were now sealing your ticket deal out of there with no chance of return. You took a look at the people around you, Taeyong who was on the driver’s seat with Mark on his right talking to him about some new video game he had found. Kun and Jaehyun were talking about the security on the bank while Yuta was putting ammo into the guns they were bringing in. Sighing to yourself, you looked down at your hands and thought about everything that was about to happen.

“Remember, you are only to come out of the van in case of emergencies but there will be none. Is that understood?” Taeyong said as he sat right in front of you as you tied your shoe laces on the combat boots on your feet. “You are to have a gun and a knife on you at all times, even when we walk out of this place. You are to wear the chip in your ear for us to make contact if we get separated and for either of us to know your location,”

“Tae, I got it, don’t worry. We’ll be fine,”

“You don’t get it, you’re everything I need and I’m putting you on the line here. Honestly, I’d be nothing without you and I can’t lose you,”

The memory floated on your mind as the car parked about two blocks away from the bank, Taeyong turning to look at all of you while he pulled the bandana back over his face. All of them nodded to each other before Taeyong turned to look at you, there was a soft look in his eyes as he pointed to his mask telling you to put yours on. After the cloth was over your face Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, and Yuta made their way outside. They all walked different ways while Jaehyun ran towards the nearest building climbing up the escape stairs and up towards the roof. Kun stayed back with you in order to use the computer to retrieve all the wired money.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.” Kun said as you looked through the window at the man walking away from you. You could only nod as Taeyong walked towards the building, his mask covering half of his face but the scar at the corner of his eye was there. His hands were tucked inside the pockets of his coat, he looked powerful as he took long strides into the building.

It must have been at least ten minutes before you heard two gunshots making the hair on your arms stand up. Your eyes could only look between Kun and the building where the rest of the boys were. There was a beeping on one of the many screens and Kun quickly pressed the bluetooth in his ear, “Jaehyun! Listen, you can’t just ru- no, get Yuta to help! Taeyong said she was not to get involved!” as the last words came out of Kun’s mouth you were already getting out of the van, only for his hand to reach back to you. “Goddammit Y/N, you can’t go,”

“Kun, let me go, I can help!” you tugged your arm back from his grip only to see him groan and let you go. His hand pushing his hair back from his face and shaking his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he turned towards the screen.

“Listen, go help them get Mark out and I’ll pull up the van in the front. Most of the money is already wired anyways.”

Nodding, you took off running towards the building, the cool breeze felt refreshing against your clothed skin. There was an adrenaline rush entering your bloodstream as you made your way up the steps, fixing your hair before pulling the door open. There were two police men holding guns towards Taeyong who was in front of a wounded Mark who was holding his side, a pool of red was starting to spread under him. Oh fuck. Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on you as your feet kicked some glass away from your path. Taeyong’s eyes narrowed at you making you only nod as your hands glided along your sides pulling out two of the many hidden knives on you.

The only thing you could think of was of how Yuta had taught you to throw weeks prior to this. Your eyes focused on the two men in blue who stood in front of you before the knives made their way out of your grip. They landed on the strip of skin visible between their ironed shirts and their chin as small drops of dark red blood slowly dribbled out, soon becoming a steady stream of red liquid. Your eyes flickered between Taeyong and the gasping men in front of him that reached for him with bloody hands. Panic settled at the pit of your stomach as you realized what you had done, your hands were soon trying to take off the mask that seemed to take away the oxygen from your lungs.

“Yong!” you heard Yuta’s voice from somewhere behind you. Soon enough Taeyong was in front of you, pushing your hands away from your face and fixing the mask back. Your eyes went from Taeyong’s form in front of you to where Jaehyun was getting Mark up with the help of Yuta, leaving a trail of red as they walked towards the doors. It had only been a couple of seconds but you could hear the police sirens starting to near, that was when you felt a tug on your arm.

“Listen darling, I love you but, we gotta go. Now.”

Time felt like as if it were dragging as you slowly walked with Taeyong towards the doors, as you started shaking your head trying to get out of the daze you were still in. Taeyong’s hand was in yours and giving it a comforting squeeze, meanwhile you walked a bit faster to keep up with him as the both of you made it out. Jaehyun and Yuta were now getting into the van as various police cars started pulling up closer to the building. Taeyong pressed the small bluetooth chip in his ear and started speaking as bright red lights started getting closer, “You guys have to go, get Mark patched up. Me and Y/N will find a way to meet you guys, just go.”

From the small chip in your ear you heard Jaehyun scoffing, “As if, run. We can still get away,” Taeyong shook his head and flicked his finger towards the nearest empty street, you could barely see but Kun only nodded and started driving off. There was more arguing from the bluetooth but you knew Kun wasn’t going to stop, “Fuck Taeyong, you better keep yourself alive.”

The next thing you saw was Taeyong pulling out the small device and stepping on it, you copied his actions and did the same with yours. The police was now less than fifty feet away from the both of you which is when he finally turned to you, “We gotta run, see that silver car? You are to get in as soon as I get it unlocked,”

“Got it.” The both of you ran as shouts from the police started coming in, you could only swallow the lump in your throat as your legs moved the fastest they had in awhile. Taeyong was a couple of steps in front of you, his hand digging inside his pockets and finally pulling out his favorite gun. As Taeyong stopped at the driver’s side of the car, the butt of the gun met the window, shattering the glass in many little pieces. His hand went to unlock the doors which only made you get in as soon as you could only, this was when bullets started making sounds against the metal.

“Fuck.” You heard Taeyong mutter as he started working on some cables from under the steering wheel. Peaking your head back towards the window, your eyes locked on a few officers that were slowly moving around the car with their guns aimed at the both of you.

“Tae, you gotta move a little faster please,” you whispered as you grabbed one of the guns that was strapped against your thigh, biting down on your lip as your fingers found their way towards the hammer. Tugging on it back before you made yourself aim towards the people coming towards you. The police were less than ten feet away, crowding around the car as the engine finally roared to life. A shaky breath escaping from your lips as relief washed over you, turning to look at Taeyong who was busy driving away from the scene. “Oh, thank god.”

“As long as you got me, we’ll find a way out.” Taeyong said as he reached over to take your hand in his. His hand was a little rough from earlier and there was blood caked under his nails but you didn’t seem to care anymore. You were part of his world and you had to learn to accept it. Though there was still a nagging feeling eating you alive, but you chose not to pay attention to that.

The both of you had been on the road for two hours, the radio kept going in and out about the robbery. Of course, the police were still trying to locate the car the both of you were escaping in so there was still something to worry about. Rubbing your eyes, you could only sigh and look out the window, but your eyebrows soon furrowed when you turned into an apartment complex you hadn’t recognized. Looking around, you tried to locate yourself before turning to Taeyong who was pulling up the mask once again to cover his face.

“Stay here, look at that window on the corner. When you see me turn on the light you can come in,” he stated as he pulled the silencer on his gun and carefully put it on the barrel. You could only nod as the gun was put back into his coat and he made his way out of the car, walking up the stairs into the second floor. A couple of minutes passed by before there was a small bang that sounded barely audible from where you were and then a few seconds later the light was turned on. You brought your hand to your hair, pulling off the hair tie and letting your hair fall down your shoulders as if to cover your face as you walked into the night sky.

Your feet moved one in front of the other as you made your way up the stairs and into the apartment whose door was slightly opened. Walking inside, you took a look at your surroundings, taking notice of the papers that were scattered on the floor, reminding you of how you and Taeyong would sit down and organize the ones back home. A few shells from bullets were laying on top of the white sheets of paper and a streak of red was now leading from the living room towards the bathroom. Taeyong walked out of the bathroom with a few dots of red covering the side of his face, his bandana hung around his neck as he approached you. In one hand, he was holding a box of home hair dye and in the other was his gun with specks of blood on the silencer drying down. “How good are you with hair dye?”

It had only been a couple of hours, Taeyong’s head resting on your lap while he slept and you kept a look out until midnight. His bright red hair stood out against his black outfit that had multiple darker spots that you knew were not hair dye. In the pit of your stomach, you still felt a little weird about the whole situation, but now you prefered to know less. It had been your first time and somehow you ended up with a body count that only floated in the back of your mind when everything was silent.

“So now what?” you asked Taeyong as you flopped down on the couch across from him as he walked behind you, a towel in his hair as he dried it down. The towel stained in a bright red that you didn’t know if it was blood or if it was dye.

“We rest, we take off at midnight. We should be able to arrive at the safe house in the morning where the rest of the guys should be waiting for us,” Taeyong replied as he sat down next to you.

Sighing, you turned and grabbed the towel from his hands, helping him dry off his wet hair, “And then? Are we just going to start over?”

“I mean, I guess we can, we could keep running this for the rest of our lives. We’re pretty much invencible,” there was a small chuckle that followed his comment as he finished. There was also a small glimmer in the corner of his eye that you caught and it only made the pit in your stomach grow. “Then again, we could find jobs and play nice,”

“You like this don’t you?”

“Y/N, that’s n-”

“But it is Yong, you like this life. I can see it and I’m sure the guys saw it too, I’ve never seen you so passionate about another project in your life since this. Yeah, it’s terrifying but I’m going to be there with you all the way.”

The memory of the earlier moment had you still a bit shaken up, you had pretty much signed a deal to be with him ride or die. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked down at the man in your lap, if you wanted to end this you could. You were still carrying the rest of your weapons on your body and you were fairly certain on how each of them were supposed to be used. The idea of ending it all here and turning everybody in felt foreign to your mind but it still kept floating around.

You were busy looking outside the window when you heard the door knob start to jiggle, the boy on your lap quickly getting up from his position. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at Taeyong who had a smirk on his lips, his expression changed the moment he turned to you and looked down the hallway. He pointed towards the last door before the bathroom, you could only nod as he picked up the gun from the floor and made his way behind the front door. You moved inside the empty bedroom and looked around, there was an array of photos on the walls along with awards on one of the bookshelves. To OH SEHUN, from SM ENT. one of the awards read as you glanced through the bookshelf.

The photos showed three men, two of them were obviously younger which only made you assume they were investors of this SM ENT. Your hand reached out to grab one of the photos that was on the wall, there was a third guy who seemed shorter than either of them. The sound of footsteps caught you off guard as you quickly pulled your hand back and ignored the photo behind you.

“Taeyong, dude, we can talk about it seriously,” the stranger pleaded as he walked back towards the bathroom. You leaned to peek between the door and the wall, the gun was aimed at the stranger’s head as he slowly backed up into the sink. There was something familiar about this guy that you couldn't help but notice, “C’mon, put that down, we can talk,”

“There’s nothing to talk about, you and Chanyeol ran with my idea and then pretended it was yours just to make money off of it. You knew I need that money more than you and your rich family, and because of you she’s dead!” Taeyong exclaimed as he pushed the taller man towards the tub, the mirror reflecting the side of his face, giving you a clear sight of Taeyong.

The taller man was taken aback by Taeyong’s words that he hadn’t even noticed the other man who was already in the tub, his body already cold. “Wait, no Bokyoung can’t be dead. Taeyong, stop playing, you can’t be serious!”

“You killed her, Sehun.” The voice that came out of Taeyong was emotionless and it sort of reminded you of a robot as he pulled on the hammer of the gun, his aim never leaving the man in front of him.

“Taeyong, I had no idea, please.” The taller man was pretty much begging at this point and from what you could see there was no way Taeyong was going to let him go.

Bringing the gun up to the stranger’s forehead, Taeyong tilted his head to the side as he spoke, “Thank god that you won’t see her where you’re going.”

“Taey-” whatever the man was going to say was cut short with a silent bang that rang through your ears as your eyes looked through the mirror back at Taeyong. The smirk that appeared earlier was now plastered across his face once again. A cold chill made its way down your back as you moved away from the door, backing away until your body knocked into the bookshelf. Turning your head to the side, you looked at the picture once again, the men who were now laying in the bathtub were in that picture along with Taeyong.

“Who were they?” you asked Taeyong as you got into the newest car which was kind of taken from the two dead men in the tub. Is not like they’re going to ask for it back, you mentally thought to yourself as you looked over at the man next to you who was pulling out of the parking lot.

“They were nobody’s until I came along with all the brains,” he replied in a cold tone as his fingers tightened around the wheel. His knuckles almost turning a pinky white before he sighed and turned to look at you for a brief second. “They were the reason Bokyoung died, I was on the team with them and we were supposed to turn in our idea for a multi wall protection with zero traceable coding behind. The day of the presentation, I was let go by SM, they told me they didn’t need my ideas anymore. Of course, I was upset but then from one of the leaders, I found out they had picked Chanyeol and Sehun’s idea. My idea. I tried to reach all of them but I got no replies, no answers so I decided to wait.”

Taeyong only shrugged as he finished his sentence and relaxed back against the chair, his hand reaching over to take yours in his. “How long have you been keeping tabs on them?”

“Ever since I went to my bowling outings, Kun is a lot more into this than me. He was the one who taught me how to trace them without leaving a sign behind. To hack into CCTV’s to see where they’d be going, track cell phone records, all of those things.” His hand felt warm against yours as you stared at the road ahead of you, his thumb tracing soothing circles over your knuckles. Nodding, you decided against asking more questions about the situation, it was obvious Taeyong had eyes and ears everywhere. In the back of your mind, you could only think of what would’ve happened if you had stayed behind, your every move would’ve been watched by him no doubt.

Moonlight came through the sunroof, shining over the rings across Taeyong’s fingers as his fingers laced into yours. At this point, the clock on the dashboard read 3:15 am and you were coming in and out of consciousness, sleep finally taking its toll on you. There was a feeling of protection when Taeyong did small things like hold your hand that made your heart skip a beat. Closing your eyes, you finally let sleep wash over you, Taeyong’s distant humming lulling you to sleep.

It had been less than an hour before you felt Taeyong shake your leg, making you groan as your eyes once again adjusted to the darkness. There was a sound of sirens in the background that reminded you of white noise, but sleep was still heavy on you and you weren’t fully functional yet. “Baby, c’mon you gotta wake up,” Taeyong’s voice was a bit strained as he kept one of his hands on the wheel while the other kept shaking your leg to wake you up.

“What’s going on?” you groaned out as your hands stretched over your head, blinking a few times before turning to him. There was a serious look on his face as his eyes shifted between the mirrors and the road in front of him.

“We might have a little company.” He said as he reached over and pulled out his gun, setting it on your lap. Your breath hitched, knowing what he was asking, you could only nod as you began to reload the magazine.

“Fuck.”

Beginning to slowly sit up, the sunroof above the both of you slowly opened up, revealing the twinkling stars above the both of you. Your body fit smoothly between the small rectangle and you could see that behind you there were about three police cars chasing the car. “Stop the car!” one of the speakers from the cars boomed through the night. Adrenaline rushed through your body as your body turned to face the incoming cop cars behind you. Bringing the gun up, your hand pulled the hammer on the top, aiming at the police car and quickly shooting four bullets out. A loud boom and a hiss from the car coming to a halt suddenly was heard through the empty highway. The police car behind the both of you screeched and stopped, covering the road and the other cars stop behind it abruptly.

As soon as they stopped, officers ran out of their cars, shooting various bullets your way and making Taeyong yank your leg down. It was barely enough time as bullets buzzed over the roof of the car. Meanwhile Taeyong could only press on the gas, the needle on the dashboard hitting close to a hundred as you both escaped the scene. “That’s my girl!”

There was a grin on your lips as you leaned over to press a kiss down to his cheek, fixing yourself back into your seat, “That was kind of exciting.” Your eyes turned to look back at Taeyong who had a smile plastered on his lips.

As you reached for his hand, you noticed Taeyong’s smile fade into a blank face and you could only look at him in confusion. That was until you looked ahead, there was about a dozen police cars surrounding the car and there was no way to drive out of.

“Lee Taeyong! Y/L/N Y/N! Come out with your hands up!”

Your eyes looked back at Taeyong who stopped the car about twenty feet from the other cars, his breathing was calmed as he turned to look at you, “You know I love you, right? That you’re the best thing that could’ve happened to me in my twenty four years of living in this miserable Earth. That you’re the love of my life and I’m just sorry I couldn’t give you a better life, a life outside of this and I’m so sorry I dragged you into this,”

“Lee Taeyong, I could’ve left you back there at that stupid building to die yet I killed two people for you. If that doesn’t show how devoted I am to you then what does?” There was a brief moment where he could only chuckle and stare at you. The police was still screaming from outside the car, but at that moment it was just you and him, nothing else.

“You trust me, correct?”

“With my life.”

That was all he needed to know, within seconds the car was picking up speed as it reached the people and cars in front of you. The car colliding with everything in its path, Taeyong’s hand in yours as your world turned into utter darkness.

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Outlaws

Summary: It's easy for a good girl to go bad. But once they're gone, best believe they're gone forever.

Pairing: Loki x Black!Witch!Reader; Avengers x Black!Witch!Reader

Requested by: @blackreaders-assemble

WC: 3.1K

Warnings: mentions of black magic, witchcraft, blood, transition of good to evil, homicide, nerve gas, angst, major character(s) death, slight smut, Bonnie and Clyde kinda deal.

A/N: I have classes everyday starting Monday (Jan 28) (obviously other than Saturday and Sunday) so I will try to upload as much as I can. If you like this, please comment. Feedback means a lot!<3 I also don't know much about witchcraft, I wrote it based off tv.

“See our faces on the posters by the roadside?,” you pointed. You knew you were the wanted ones long before the ink dried.

Loki smiled at you, hand gripping yours as he looked at the road ahead, “We’ll be fugitives running from the mundane,”

Bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing it.

“You and I... we were just born to live in this lane,”

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You’d been on the team for years yet they still treated you like the red-headed stepchild. It irritated you to the core and you begged your ancestors to give you the strength to keep pushing or to send you a better opportunity where you’re wanted and can thrive.

They accepted Wanda so why not you? They had more that one guy with the bird gig, more than one person with the fucking bug gimmick and pretty much two different Iron Men. No one’s ability or power was that different anymore.

Maybe it was because your magic was a birth given right, passed down from generation to generation and it was black magic. They didn’t understand that black magic is fine as long as the person knows how to properly use it and you obviously did. You learned it all from the time you were born to now. Two decades you practiced, learned and read. It was all trial and error but you were exceptional with your abilities now.

The more they underestimated you and pushed you to the side lines, the more you felt your grip on your powers loosen as you would just want to shut them up and prove them what bad you could really do since they wanted to believe it so bad in the first place without being open-minded. The only ones who actually cared about you was Sam, Tony and Wanda.

“Y/N, we need you on the East wing,” Steve spoke into the com.

You ignored his orders as you saw Natasha and Clint needed your help more right now. Running West, you saw the two trapped in a shit storm of agents from the opposite side. Helping them in the fight you heard Steve still yelling for you but you were too busy to reply. The agents kept swarming and you saw only one solution. Kill them before they even get close enough to try and kill you. With a wave of your hand, you pushed Clint and Nat out of the room shutting the door leaving them completely lost at what you were doing.

“Hello, boys,” you winked, “Now, I knooow you kinda hate us but I’m sick of fighting so I’m just gonna burn you to crisps is that okay?,”

The men raised their guns at you and started shooting, you put up an invisible force field and looked at your nails and yawning, “Aalllright. I’m a bit bored, goodbye,”

Your palms facing to them, raising your arms back you let the power of your ancestors flow through you and push your arms forward, a wall of fire standing before you as your eyes went blank.

Once the smell of burnt flesh passed, you dropped your hands to your sides before sighing, “This all could have been avoided has you just surrendered. But now I’m gonna get a never ending lecture,” you spoke to the skeletons laying before you.

You strolled nonchalantly out of the room and saw no one in he hallway.

“Y/L/N, quinjet now!,”

Steve’s stern voice boomed in your ear and you rolled your eyes knowing what would happen. You’d get yelled at and removed from the next couple of missions. It’s happened before. You saved the people that needed more help than him and he took it as you disobeying him, what a crock of shit honestly.

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“What about go East do you NOT understand?!” Steve was seething and you couldn’t see why. You just sat there uninterested.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m dumb. I went West because Natasha and Clint were getting swarmed. If I could fuse the two places together and make ‘Weast’ so I could help you all at the same time then I would. But I saved them from being mauled to death,”

Surprisingly Clint had admitted they did need the help and he was thankful you did help but Steve wasn’t hearing it.

“Why not use that magic of yours to make two of you then?,”

You sat back in your chair and glared at him and his stupidity.

“Not how it works, dumbass,” you tried to keep your cool but the more he ran his mouth the more you just couldn’t take it.

“Why am I even getting yelled at by you?! Who the hell made you leader and why? If I need to be getting yelled at by anyone it’s Tony. He’s the real leader here,” you tried to walk away but Steve grabbed your arm which was a really bad idea. Your ancestors always looked after you and flowed in your veins so when it felt like you were being threatened, they took it into their own hands.

When Steve grabbed your arm he ended up getting thrown back, hitting the door of the the quinjet, knocking the wind out of him. This action did not sit well with Steve at all.

“I’ll be contacting Fury to discuss your termination,”

Anyone else would be upset, but after all the unnecessary pressure he placed on you, it was a relief honestly.

—————-

“You blasted Rogers into the door of the quinjet?,” Nick scolded. He had so much faith in you since day one but Steve and his unnecessary complaining put a bad taste in Nick’s mouth. On all the reports Steve would score everyone else well but you, you wondered how you weren’t terminated sooner.

“I don’t know why he’s out for me! I haven’t done a single fucking thing to that peewee baby,” you rolled your eyes in frustration.

“I won’t terminate you but you are on probation. I’m placing you on a babysitting job,”

“Nick, you know I despise children,” you stomp your foot and whine just like a child.

“Though he can act like one... he’s not exactly a kid,”

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“Out of all people... you want me to watch Loki? it’s LOKI!,” waving your hand at the cuffed man.

“Oh please, you’ll be just fine. You just have toooo... keep him under control until Steve feels you’re worthy enough to come back,”

“Steve can shove it!,” you crossed your arms as Nick shook his head and paced.

“Does he need to be fed?,”

“I am not a dog,” Loki’s tone was laced with offense.

You’d honestly rather just be kicked off the damn team than sit and watch him for however long they want you to.

“Nick I don’t wannaaaaa,” you whines but he wasn’t having any of it. He gave your shoulder a pat and smirked before walking to the door.

“I’ll be checking in Ms. Y/L/N. I’m sure you two will get along just fine,”

You two and everyone else were in for quite the awakening.

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Two month. TWO WHOLE MONTHS you two had been around each other and though you two bumped heads a lot. You couldn’t deny you two were a good pair. You were similar in so many ways, always misunderstood, pushed to the side lines.

Every morning at two o’clock you’d come to his cell and sit with him just talking about nothing. You realized he wasn’t so bad. Under his hard exterior it was just someone who needed to be heard and you heard him just like he heard you. Most nights you wouldn’t even return to your room, you’d stay with him so he didn’t feel lonely. He hated being alone and you wouldn’t let that happen as long as you could help it.

You’d bring your dinner down to eat with him. You brought your TV so you could watch sitcoms and have something to judge together.

You guys were like two peas in a pod but instead you were two cynics in a cell.

“Let’s run away.” You huffed. You sat with him in his room. You figured you’d never get the chance to get back on the team and the more you spent time with Loki the more you realized it just wasn’t worth it.

“I beg your pardon?,” out of all the people, you wouldn’t peg Loki to be hesitant.

“Let’s run away. I’ll take your cuffs off, we take a car and run and never look back. This hero life is not for me,” you were certain. You were forced into this, you had been on SHIELD’s radar far before they even approached you. They didn’t want to risk you becoming a threat so they gave you an ultimatum. Join or stay locked away into confinement forever where you can’t put anyone at risk. You didn’t want to live in a forced cage anymore.

Loki looked straight into your eyes looking for any doubt before raising his cuffed wrists to you.

“Once we leave... we can’t come back. We have to go off the grid,”

“Loki, I’m sure of it. You know the life you and I were meant to live. Let’s live it,”

———-

“Loki they’re gaining on us!!!!,” opening the sun roof of the SUV you placed your sniper on the roof, kneeling on the dash as you looked through the scope.

You and Loki had be wreaking havoc on New York and SHIELD was not too happy about that. News stations referred to you two as the modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

“Bingooo,” you whistled when the bullet shot through the agents windshield hitting them right in the shoulder, making them steer off the road. The next car came and you easily shot the front tire making it flip over and over like a tumbleweed.

“Alright, sweetheart. Time for the real show,” Loki called up at you. You smirked and climbed out of the roof. Bullets from the agents not even touching you. All the time you spent with Loki had helped you reach your peak in your magic. You were practically unstoppable and the Avengers’ worse nightmare.

Loki open ya side door and pulled the grenade pin. With you jumping off the roof and him jumping out of the car, you teleported him and yourself to the roof of a skyscraper to watch it all unfold. The agents skid to a stop when your car blew up, some of the others sliding right into the blast. Some civilians getting caught in the shit storm as well.

You felt Loki's hand wrap around your waist and he pulled you into a strong kiss. You never would have expected your life to turn out like this. You're not complaining about it. You'd rather live like this... putting your life on the line, living risky and taking chances of your freedom being taken away from you rather than to live inside a box with a boring cliché life.

But with Loki by your side it makes this whole adventure even better. You both were once trapped souls and now you were are free. It's fun when the adrenaline courses through your veins and your heart pumps faster when you get away with another crime. You love laughing at the TV when the authorities think they're so close to catching the modern day "Bonnie & Clyde". You're precise with your work. No one is quite sure who they're looking for yet as you guys change your appearance but SHIELD and the team know, they're the ones leading the searches, but they're not disclosing any information until they catch you.

They've been trying to catch you for months now. You call Tony from a payphone and he always tells you to stop before you get caught but you wear a big smile on your face every time-

"We're too good to get caught,"

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"Fury, they're pretty much causing Armageddon. What can we do?," Steve was in distress, pacing the room.

"Have we traced her calls? Thor you can't find Loki?," Bruce was pacing as well, he knew if it came down to it, he'd have to bring out the other guy and he wanted to diffuse the situation quickly before it got to that point.

"Loki and Y/N have fused their magic to disguise themselves. Not even Heimdall can see them and that is unheard of," Thor sat with a scowl, thinking hard.

"Their attacks... they're strictly twelve days apart at the twelfth hour and they're always at an important land mark that is specific to New Your. What place haven't they attacked yet?," Clint read over the case file and discovered the pattern.

Everyone thought about his words when realization hit them.

Tony took in a deep breath and his eyes widened in horror, "Here. Their next attack is here. The tower,"

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You walked inside the tower with a delivery uniform and a cart full of boxes. You've been tracking their deliveries and you knew they were expecting something. You had disguised yourself as the original delivery girl.

"Delivery for Mr. Stark, Mr. Rogers aaaand Ms. Romanoff," you smiled and showed her the clipboard even though it was a bunch of nonsense. She buzzed you win and let you go through to the elevators. While in the elevators, you used your power to distort the frame. You went into the boxes and set the timer. You don't even need these. You could always just use your power but you'd rather watch a domino effect. Setting it all off and then attacking. Loki was waiting for you in the delivery truck.

You went all the way up to Tony's floor and knocked on the door. You did hate doing this to him as he was one of the few that actually cared about you. But you didn't want to leave any room for liabilities. Knocking on the conference door where they all sat, you knew they were discussing you and your now husband as you two eloped. They were expecting you, but didn't know how you'd come in with attacking.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, I have a few packages for you,"

"O-oh you can leave them by the door," he waved his hand, fully engrossed in the file.

"Okie dokie," you said happily.

Tony paused, looking up at you as you placed the boxes down. No one else that he knows just says "okie dokie" no one except for you. He's interacted with the delivery girl, she never says that. Though it was simple, it was a crucial hint.

"Y/N." he deadpanned.

The team stopped and followed Tony's gaze to you.

"Pardon?," you smiled. Tony noticed the glint in your eye and he knew for sure it was you.

"Y/N, don't do this," he raised from his seat slowly. You frowned and tilted your head at him.

"I'm not quite sure I understand,"

They all stood, ready to attack and you sighed, rolling your eyes and letting your disguise falter pressing your ear piece so Loki could listen in on the conversation.

"Y/N, stop whatever you and my brother have planned," Thor pleaded, It was honestly adorable.

"It is too late for that Odinson," you smiled and Steve sent his shield flying toward you but you didn't flinch as it went straight through you, you looked down and tsked as they all looked surprised and confused.

"It turns out, Steve... that I can be in more than one place at one time," you pointed out the window and they saw the original you standing there on the roof of another building, waving.

"Why are you doing this?," Natasha questioned, hand on her gun on her hip.

"You can shoot me if you want, I am at my peak and I can not come down. My ancestors have blessed me and I now know the full extent of what I can do. So go ahead and try. You will regret it," you looked at the boxes and knew time was winding down, "In these boxes are a nerve gas that not even your god status can protect you from. It is efficient and to those who cared, you have your leader to blame," turning to look at Steve.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I should have been a better Captain to you. There's no excuse,"

"Of course there isn't," you smile was sick and evil, "Now that I finally have my hands on the wheel you're begging for your life," you laughter sent a chill through them

"Sweetheart, they're sending reinforcements," you heard Loki state through your earpiece.

"By the time they get up here, you will have already been knocked out. First, the gas will paralyze you, then it will feel like all your nerve endings are on fire. Then is my favorite part," you smirked at the ground, "You'll start crying blood from all the pain. The opaque red covering your eyes in a film and you can't even blink it away. Your lungs will collapse, suffocating, then finally, you'll just choke on your own vomit,"

The real you had already gotten in the delivery truck and you guys drove off but the apparition was still standing there,

"Y/N, Stop it!," Thor sent Mjolnir flying into the boxes and then the pretty magenta colored gas started seeping across the floor.

"That was a bad idea, Thor," you waved a finger at him, "You still had a few extra minutes but look at what ya done did. It's sad that such a pretty thing can be so deadly," you laughed hysterically like you did at those stupid sitcoms.

Hulk came through and tried to break out of the glass to save him and Banner, "Black magic. You can't break out, bud,"

Hulk came over and tried to attacked you but his fists just kept going through you. Wanda started coughing and you watched it begin, "I better get going, as much as this would be a wonderful sight to see... my husband is waiting for me. Thanks for trying to make me good. But you pushed me to the edge and there is no coming back from this. Goodbye,"

"Y/N NO STOP THIS!,"

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Loki kissed up and down your neck as he thrusted deep inside you.

"You did so well, baby,"

After every successful attack he fucked your brains out. He slow stroked hard and deep bringing you closer to cumming. He kissed all over your neck, making sure to love you all over.

"Fuck, Loki," you whimpered as you came around him, setting off his orgasm as well. Staying still for a few, you two just gently kissed as the news played in the background notifying the world that Earth's greatest defenders are now dead.

You know how people fuck to slow jams or whatever? The news broadcast was the music to your ears instead

"Did you ever imagine this happening? Starting off having to babysit me like a sick child to us causing hell like this?," Loki asked as he held you in his arms.

"At first no.. But I wouldn't have it any other way,"

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I AM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD? PLEASE TELL ME THIS ISN'T THAT BAD?! This is not my best work.

I WANNA CRY UGH, I hope you guys liked this though. I'll do better with my upcoming pieces

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rogueobservation · 5 years

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FIVE MILES

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Summary: Two days following Loki’s attack of Project Pegasus, Bruce Banner is tracked down in remote Calcutta and asked to assist SHIELD with locating the Tesseract. Little does he know, he’s being brought into a world much bigger than himself; secretly being recruited to become the tenth person in the world to know about SHIELD’s most guarded secret, an astrophysicist, Claire Knight.

Warnings: Two swears, I think? Lotta made-up science. A slightly awkward Bruce Banner. Takes place during the events of the first Avengers movie.

A/N: Ahoy, ladies, and gentlemen! Welcome to Darkside. I’m so happy that you’re finally meeting my beloved starchild, Claire Knight, and the enigma of her being. She’s truly a piece of my soul — so much like me personality-wise, it’s uncanny. I feel like the beginning of this chapter is trash compared to the rest, but whatever. If something seems vague in this part, it’s on purpose. I’ve meticulously planned this series out, so don’t worry. I’ve dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s. Everything connects eventually. But until then, hold on to your wigs and strap in, babes. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we? Feedback and comments are always much appreciated! (P. S. Here’s one of the soundtracks I made for Claire: 1).

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White clouds flowed over the vast blue sky, breaking languidly as the bow of the Helicarrier traveled through them. Nick Fury huffed out a sigh, looking away from the windows across from him, pulling back the sleeve of his leather coat to glance at his watch. Shit. He was thirty minutes late for his lunch meeting.

“Sir,” Agent Phil Coulson called from behind him.

Nick glanced over his shoulder, seeing Coulson holding a white SHIELD file, nodding towards the glass conference table. Three black to-go containers sat waiting for him. Natasha Romanoff sat beside them, leaning her elbows on the table, staring pensively at a hologram in front of her detailing the face-trace for Clint Barton, Erik Selvig, and their new “leader,” Loki of Asgard. She glanced up from the hologram at Coulson’s voice to containers, then the director, smirking at him.

Nick walked up to the table, grabbing the containers. “You think she’s going to be mad, Agent Romanoff?”

Natasha sat back in her chair and shrugged. “If she is, she forgives easily.”

“Who?” Steve Rogers piped up from his spot on the other side of the table, watching the same face-trace as Natasha. He eyed the containers curiously, wondering who the ‘she’ was they were talking about. Bruce Banner stood beside him, glancing every couple of seconds at the guards nearby.

Nick Fury didn’t answer Steve, instead, sharing a look with Natasha and turned slightly to look at Maria Hill. “You’re in charge of this boat until I get back.” Maria gave a curt nod, turning back around with her hands on her hips, resuming with a protocol issue at the bridge techs below them.

Nick looked at Coulson. “Keep an eye on that trace, let me know if anything comes up.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dr. Banner.” Nick glanced at the man. “Would you mind coming with me? I’ll show you to your lab. Coulson, hand him the file.”

Nick didn’t wait for Bruce's consent, already taking off in the direction of the nearest hallway off on the right side of the bridge, long black coat billowing behind him. Bruce grabbed the file from Coulson and followed after the director, matching his quick stride as he expertly led them through the hallways of the Helicarrier.

“I hope it’s not a problem, but we’ve put one of ours in your lab.” Nick glanced over his shoulder at Bruce. “You read Selvig’s reports about the Tesseract on the flight here, right?”

Bruce nodded.

“You’ll be familiar with her work, then. Open the file.”

Bruce followed the command, raising an eyebrow skeptically. He eyeballed the monochrome cover, seeing that it was stamped with ‘CLASSIFIED’, ‘RESTRICTED ACCESS’, ‘LEVEL 10’ and ‘CODEWORD CLEARANCE ONLY’ in bold red lettering. Bruce remembered how the Tesseract’s file had only been stamped with a ‘Level 7’ label. Curiosity bloomed in his stomach, dancing with his rising anxiety. He opened it up and read over the first page:

Subject: Claire Knight.

Last Known Address: REDACTED.

Date of Birth: REDACTED.

Status: REDACTED.

Family: REDACTED.

Education: Studied at REDACTED. Ph.D.s in Astrophysics, Nuclear Astrophysics, Astronomy, Nuclear Physics, Cosmology, and Theoretical Astrophysics. Master’s degree in Mathematics.

Current Employment: Astrophysicist. Consultant for NASA on behalf of SHIELD.

Knight. The last name he definitely remembered. It was peppered all throughout the Tesseract’s extensive year-and-a-half mission of research and study. She was the only consultant within Project Pegasus, requested personally by the director of NASA, Stephen O’Neil. From what he read, everything that was done to and about the Tesseract directly went through her for her approval first. Every report co-signed by her. After reading all the Tesseract’s file, Bruce was caught feeling that she was the actual boss of the project and not Selvig.

“NASA says Claire Knight is the greatest astrophysicist they’ve ever worked with,” Nick stated. “She’s the key to this whole operation.”

Bruce turned another page, seeing a piece of Claire’s doctoral dissertation in Astrophysics titled ‘Zero Point Extraction: The Knight Theory’.

“Key?”

Nick was quiet for a moment as a pair of women in SHIELD issued gym gear passed them, nodding in respect at the director. They turned another corner, going down another long hallway. “She’ll explain it to you,” he said eventually.

Bruce was almost too enthralled to hear what he had said, nearly running into a wall when Nick took a sharp turn headed down another hallway.

Holy Shit, Bruce thought as he continued reading. Goosebumps pickling his skin as more and more of Claire’s theory unraveled on the page for him. He’d heard of other’s zero point extraction theories, but this was different. It cut down several long-accepted theories, rewriting the basic laws and history of space — calling out and canceling multiple fields in Science, rewriting their mistakes. Old predictions about the string theory, scalar fields, and cosmological inflation were thrown out of the window. Everything from the most minute detail was backed up by painstakingly detailed evidence, research, and examples. Most of which he had never even heard of — mathematical equations so complex it hurt his head to undo — but that he completely believed. It felt emotional — almost personal.

It was brilliant — beyond its time, simply revolutionary.

The rhythmic beat of a dum and taborine suddenly started up, echoing down the hallway, making him glance up from the file. Stevie Wonder’s voice carried down the hallway. Bruce raised an eyebrow, looking at the back of Fury’s head, then peeked around him, seeing a dozen heavily armed guards standing at the end of the hallway they were walking down. His stomach lurched with anxiety.

Nick stopped suddenly, turning to look Bruce square-in-the-eye, his face turning deathly serious. “Dr. Banner, you’re about to become the tenth person to know about a closely guarded secret within SHIELD. Everything that’s about to happen is never to be discussed outside the lab, do you understand?”

Bruce nodded, startled.

Nick eyed him for a long moment, searching Bruce’s wide eyes, before turning back around, continuing down the rest of the hallway. Bruce slowly followed after him, wonder why an astrophysicist needed a heavily armed security detail.

The music came from just beyond a set of white double doors that the guards were standing around. Stevie Wonder’s voice cut off mid-verse as the pair approach, switching to a nineties style beat. It vibrated the air around them. Strangely, Bruce recognized the song this time as TLC’s Creep.

He eyed the tattooed man standing in front of the double doors with weary eyes, lingering on his menacing machine gun as Nick fished out his SHIELD badge from his coat, handing it over to the guard. “Messier. Simone. Washington. Galileo. 3-14-1989,” he recited. “She try to leave yet, Bruno?”

Bruno shook his head, searching the badge for something. “No, sir, but the day’s still young.” Humor laced the words, but not his stoic face when he looked up, handing the badge back to the director. “She’s been antsy since returning from radiology at nine. Stuck her head out thirty minutes ago, asking if we’d heard anything from you. Everything’s been quiet since then.”

“Except for the music.” Nick nodded towards the door, stuffing his badge back into his pocket. Bruno pressed his lips into a thin line, giving a curt nod as he stepped aside, opening the door on Bruce’s left for them.

It was a small lab, exactly like any other with its glossy white tiled floor, white walls, and white counters. All the science equipment he could ever want lined the left side of the room. When he turned his head to the right of the room, he stumbled back a step, startled as he met face-to-face with a tall, scary blonde woman standing in front of the closed-door beside him.

She wasn’t wearing the heavy kevlar or a machine gun like the guards outside. Instead, she wore a simple navy SHIELD uniform and holstered a glock on her right thigh. Her blue eyes narrowed at him skeptically, glaring so intensely at him that he was certain she could see the secrets etched inside his soul. After a moment, they returned back to normal, seemingly concluding that he wasn’t a threat.

Bruce peeled his eyes away from her, looking straight ahead towards the middle of the room, glancing at Nick who stood there, following the director's steady gaze to the expanse of windows across from them on the right half of the room.

Claire Knight was sitting atop one of the lab’s counters, head cast downward, tendrils of hair slightly obscuring her face as she intently read from a book tucked between her crisscrossed legs. One hand cupped her chin, fingers tapping the melody of the song playing, while the other clutched the knitted collar of the army green NASA bomber jacket draped around her shoulders.

Unlike all the other agents he’d seen aboard the Helicarrier, Claire’s SHIELD uniform was jet-black.

The top half was unzipped, haphazardly pooling around her waist, showing the matching tank top she wore underneath. Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed together when he noticed the small neon red adhesives attached to her chest; a larger green one over her heart.

“Claire,” Fury called. Either she didn’t hear him over the music or was far too engrossed in her book to care, but she didn’t acknowledge him. Nick pressed his lips into a thin line, putting a hand on his hip and raised his voice. “Claire.”

Slowly, she pulled her eyes away from the page, glancing up for half a second before returning back to her book. But when she registered who it was, she picked her head up fully, perking up in realization. She grabbed a small remote from beside her, cutting off the music. A smile found a place onto her lips. Nick returned it. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologized, holding up the containers he brought as some sort of unspoken peace agreement.

She didn’t say anything back, doe-eyes darting from Nick to the new man standing in her lab. She took him curiously, scrutinizing him in a less abrasive way than the blonde woman had. Claire glanced back at Nick, silently asking him something that Bruce wasn’t privy to. Nick shook his head and retreated to the other side of the room behind them, setting up their lunch on another counter.

Claire shut her book and, for a brief second, Bruce saw the messy scrawl around the margins inside; scribbled blue ink in the form of what looked like series of complex mathematical equations like the ones in her zero-point extraction theory and some symbols he didn’t recognize.

She extended a hand towards him, a radiant smile turned his way. “It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Banner.” Her voice was soft, completely genuine.

There was a series of blinks as he noticed his staring, brain befuddled with thoughts. She was a lot younger than Bruce had guessed based on her file.

A pink blush flushed his cheek as he took her hand. “Sorry. I’m a bit— well, I read some of your work on the way here. Fury gave me a file and—”

“—you didn’t expect someone so young to have completed it?” She finished for him, laughing a little. “Don’t worry. I get that a lot. What was in my file?”

“Um,” He handed it over to her. She thumbed through it languidly, smiling a little as she glanced over some passages of the reports inside. “Basic information— a lot was... redacted. I read most of your with Dr. Selvig on the Tesseract on the flight here, but the piece in here— your doctoral dissertation in Astrophysics— really caught my attention; ‘Zero Point Extraction: The Knight Theory.’”

Claire hummed wistfully, shutting the file, setting it down beside her next to a white mug with the slogan ‘Pluto is a planet, dipshit’ printed on the front of it.

He couldn’t miss the way her eyes dimmed a bit as they lingered on the file. “The Knight Theory,” she repeated and sighed. “Not my proudest moment.”

Bruce’s eyebrows knitted together. “It should be. It’s astonishing — a groundbreaking piece of work for the science community.”

A small smile curved her lips at the praise, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That means the world to me, Dr. Banner,” she said. “I wish the scientists at NASA thought of it the same way. They seem to believe I’m some sort of charlatan despite having a mountain of evidence to back up the theory and six PhDs. They’re the only ones who’ve seen it so far... and, well, now you.”

“When did you complete it?”

“I’m twenty-two now, so... fourteen, maybe.”

Bruce blinked, mouth parting slightly, stunned. The fact that she had gotten her doctorate that young didn’t shock him really (the youngest person to be awarded a doctorate had been only thirteen), it was the fact that she had completed such an extraordinary, transformative piece of work that had the power to change the direction of several fields of science and easily rewrote everything they thought they knew about Space if it was made public that did.

Claire laughed nervously at his reaction, a red tint dusting her cheeks. “Um, yeah, so, introductions.” She pointed over to the set of double doors, motioning to the woman standing there. “The blonde is Agent Jeanine Hart. She’s the head of my security detail. I know she looks like she could snap you in half with her eyes, but she’s truly a sweetheart, I promise. Just very protective of me. And this—“ Claire waved a finger behind her, gesturing to the dark-haired woman standing at a wireless monitor beside her head that Bruce hadn’t noticed before then, “—is Dr. Eliza Vincent. She’s in charge of the team of scientists who monitor me, also my main physician. Nick might run the rest of this ship, but Eliza’s the head honcho around here. Her word is law.”

Eliza had a youthful glow to her otherwise middle-aged face. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, a pink stethoscope curled around her neck. A warm smile curved the corners of her lips, making the sides of her kind eyes crinkle. A sense of safety washed over Bruce.

She pushed up the sleeves of her sweater, stepping around the counter to extend a hand to Bruce. Her pair of electric blue medical scrub pants briefly caught his attention. “Very nice to meet you, Dr. Banner,” she said before excusing herself to join Nick on the other side of the room, grabbing one of the containers he had brought.

Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed when he looked back at Claire, absorbing what she had said. She’s in charge of the team of scientists who monitor me.

Claire could practically see the cogs turning in his head as the usual questions flit through his mind. His face morphed into vague confusion, then a shade of curiosity. She'd be lying if she said a piece of her didn’t love this part.

“Are you sick?”

“Healthy as a horse,” she replied casually, hiding her sly smile behind her mug.

Why are you being monitored by scientists then?

Claire glanced behind his shoulder, catching Nick’s attentive gaze. He nodded, silently giving her the go-ahead to continue. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, anxious and giddy with excitement at the same time. Draining the last bit of her coffee, she reached back behind her, pulling out a tablet from Eliza’s small section, tapping a few times on it before handing it over to Bruce. He took it skeptically and reached into his shirt pocket for his glasses.

On the screen was a sine waveform, similar to that of an EKG’s, but drastically higher than a normal reading. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Every few seconds there was a great dip in the reading, making the waveform plummet downward, then slowly climb back up to astronomical levels again.

After a moment, he glanced up at Claire, perplexed at what he was watching.

“It’s a live reading for Dark Matter.”

Bruce’s brows knitted together, staring at her incredulously. “Dark Matter is hypothetical.”

“At one point or another everything was hypothetical—“

“Claire,” Fury warned, glancing at her sideways with his sandwich in his hand. He was giving her that look. Remember when you swore you’d go easy on him?

She pressed her lips together and threw him a look of her own, taking the tablet away from Bruce, repeating the same motions again before handing it back.

Again, there was a sine waveform. This time it wasn’t live, instead, dated just three days prior. They were completely opposite to the first set; still astronomically high for an EKG reading, but stable, without the erratic fluctuation it showed today.

“These were taken the day before Loki took the Tesseract,” Claire said. “As you can see, the dark matter levels have been completely erratic since the attack.”

"These are the Tesseract’s?”

Claire shook her head.

“Then where are they coming from?”

A playful smile curved the corners of her mouth. “You’re a smart man, Dr. Banner…”

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing from her to the monitor that Eliza had been at, then to the adhesives attached to her chest, playing what she had said to him earlier about being monitored by scientists. “They’re yours...”

“Bingo.”

“How?”

Claire opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She glanced down, looking at her astronaut printed socks, body curling in on itself as she tugged her jacket closer. “It’s a complicated story,” she said quietly.

“Claire,” he held up the tablet, “From the looks of these readings, you should’ve been dead a long time ago.”

“I could say the same thing for you, Dr. Banner.” She met his eyes. “They’ve been telling us that for the past nineteen years, yet here I am. Still kicking away.”

She slipped off the counter, brushing past him, holding onto her jacket as she walked over to the other side of the room, plopping down on a seat between Eliza and Nick. The latter handed her the last container as she snatched a fry off his plate, smirking when Nick moved his food further from her.

Claire looked over her shoulder, seeing Bruce still standing where she had left him, sporting a bewildering expression as he watched the tablet’s screen. She sighed and swiveled around. “Okay, look. I’ll try my best to put it simply for you. I have over 540 micro-fragments of the Tesseract embedded into different sections of my body. A large chunk of it is in my chest cavity, surrounding my heart.”

Bruce opened his mouth to say something, but Claire cut him off by pointing the end of a french fry at him. Everyone seemed to ask the same follow-up question. “No, we can’t take out the fragments, and no, we haven’t tried. By the time technology that advanced was available, the fragments had already managed to alter my DNA and become a fixed part of my anatomy. It’s in my blood, skin and around my major organs. At this point, it would be akin to taking out my brain.” She tilted her head to look at Nick. “Good? Good.”

She polished it off with a polite smile towards Bruce and swiveled back around. Fury leaned his elbows against the counter, looking over to Dr. Vincent. “Eliza, would you please show Dr. Banner today’s scans and the Gamma readings?”

Eliza followed the same movements as Claire had before handing the tablet back to him, crossing her arms. He recognized Gamma-Ray scans instantly. From the looked of it, they had been taken every four hours on the hour, consistently mirroring the gamma signature of the Tesseract.

A chest CT and an MRI scan showed what Claire said to be correct; there were numerous clusters of fragments located in different sections of her chest cavity. The fragments that were around her heart looked like they had nearly — if not already — encapsulated it. No wonder her EKG is so high, Bruce thought.

“As far as we know, the fragments were once apart of the Tesseract. They share a connection and want to be near each other at all times, therefore Claire always has to be close to the Cube. The farthest we’ve managed to separate the two before both parties started feeling the effects was five miles,” Eliza said, “Five miles, Dr. Banner. Imagine having a magnetic pull on you at all times. If they’re past that five miles radius, they become erratic. Claire’s in constant pain and can’t sleep, while the Tesseract starts to misbehave.”

Bruce looked at Nick, taking off his glasses. “Why are you telling me this?”

“We’re in unknown territory here, Dr. Banner. We have no idea where the cube is, and without it, Claire’s unstable. Unpredictable. A risk to the national security of this whole planet—“

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically at him, forcing a tight smile in his direction. “—Gee, thanks, Nick, really—“

He ignored her and continued. “We’re treading on a thin line here, Dr. Banner. Claire’s exhausted all possible options for tracking down the Tesseract that she can think of. So far, no luck.”

Claire swiveled back around to face Bruce. “My last idea was to search for it’s Gamma signature, but somehow, even with my six Ph.D.s, it’s been a fruitless mission.”

“You want my help.”

“Yes.” A meek smile. “We knew if you did, per you agreeing to all of this, and if you found the Tesseract’s Gamma signature, that you’d find an identical one, too. My signature. We wanted to make sure you knew everything about the Tesseract so you wouldn’t be following any dead leads.”

Claire paused, looking away into middle distance, frowning. She picked at the sleeves of her uniform lying limp in her lap absentmindedly, searching for the right words. “Dr. Banner, I need you to understand something if you’re going to help us.” She raised her chin, looking at him square-in-the-eye. A chill went down his spine at the raw emotion that shone from the depths of her brown eyes; such heartache and longing swirling together. “The Tesseract and I are one. You have to think of us as one. We’ve been connected for the past nineteen years. I know it might just be a cube to you — something that threatens you — but it’s more than that to me. It’s my family, a piece of my soul. I wasn’t there when it was taken, I couldn’t protect it, so I’m putting all my effort into finding it. If you can’t do that the same, then I need you to tell me now so we can find someone who can. We’ll let you leave, no strings attached, and go back to wherever you were before Natasha got you. But know that Nick thought to call you in because you’re the best in your field.” She paused, lowering her voice a little. “You’re our best hope at bringing home the Tesseract.”

Bruce looked down at his glasses, thinking. He couldn’t say no to her and he knew it. He had already agreed to help before he knew Claire Knight was ever going to be any part of this. He looked up through his lashes, meeting Claire’s hopeful doe-eyes and nodded slowly. “Would you mind if I worked in here?”

Claire sighed, closing her eyes. For the first time in two days, relief flooded her system. She welcomed it with open arms. He’s on board. Her heartstrings pulled, and that familiar missing piece inside her didn’t feel so empty all of a sudden. The Tesseract was that much closer to coming home.

A wide, beaming smile spread across her face, making the dimples in her cheeks stand out and her nose winkle delightfully. She opened her eyes, grabbing Nick by his forearm, shaking him around as her happiness boiled over, a string of giggles tumbling out of her mouth. Nick and Eliza grinned back at her, sharing in her relief.

Claire glanced back at Bruce, still smiling. “Mi casa es su casa, Dr. Banner.”

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jennifersylvesters · 6 years

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on the air ( prologue )

Synopsis: Your radio program receives its first ever caller...only to complain about a certain segment. Little do you know that he’s not going to stop bothering you both on the air and off. Pairing: uni!Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 3.1k~ A/N: i’ve got absolutely no knowledge about radio stations so i’m so sorry if anything’s wrong. also - laying all the foundation for this - probably will start to pick up in part one. as always, i appreciate any - if at all - feedback. aka please give me feedback.

There were certain aspects that made autumn reign the supreme season in your mind. From the colorful leaves that swirled around to coziness of the sweater weather, you lived for the moment the air turned crisp and autumn came to visit. While others considered January the start of a new change, your heart said that fall season signaled new beginnings. After all, autumn meant the start of a new school year which had just as many resolutions as a new year did.

You knew it wasn’t a popular opinion, but you loved coming back to campus after break. Summer was great, but there was something comforting about returning back to the quad. Yes, of course lugging up all your belongings into your new dorm room was always a pain. Yet there was a satisfaction when you finally tidied up your room making it feel like a home away from home, a small victory that you relished.

And nothing excited you more about arriving back on campus than getting to see your uni friends. Even though it had only been a couple months, you would break into a sprint and crash into all your closest friends with a hug when you spotted them; the reunion may have been a bit dramatic, but text messages and FaceTiming didn’t have quite the same effect as seeing someone in person.

Coming back to campus also meant another year of being a radio host. What started off as a fun proposition during your university’s activities fair turned into one of your favorite activities.

The concept seemed simple enough. The station managers explained that all you needed to do was submit a radio proposal on what you planned on broadcasting. They would show you how to work the equipment and because it wasn’t a particularly popular activity, the station accepted just about every proposal thrown their way.

In the couple of years that you broadcasted, you mostly kept to yourself. Of course you politely smiled at passing DJs, but you didn’t branch out fully with them. It wasn’t as if you viewed them as competition so much as you weren’t sure what to say to them. The only people you really spoke with were the station manager and the engineers.

Most of the engineers who worked at the station were students, taking the job in order to enhance their resume. It also helped that the position was an easy gig. Rarely did things go wrong and if it did, they were tiny blunders that engineers could quickly fix.

Which is how you came to work with George. For the most part he kept to himself, occasionally commenting a one word response. You were well aware of how he tended to tune out your broadcast, focusing on homework. Yet he was a reliable fellow, quick to fix whatever mistakes arose without being asked and never casting blame on you.

About a year into knowing George, you suggested the idea of interviewing him which he surprisingly agreed to. It shouldn’t have surprised you how poorly the interview went. The struggle to have interesting questions combined with his stoic personality made for a terrible segment. The only positive outcome of the broadcast was that you learned three odd yet interesting facts about George: he typically had terrible luck with the exception of technology, he hated his roommates, and he was Greek.

By now you and George mutually understood one another. He got the gist of your programming, knowing that you still struggled with cues and always lent a helping hand during those difficult moments. You understood he was friendlier to you on the days when his roommates weren’t being as annoying as usual.

Unlike some radio presenters that attempted to broadcast new, fun and exciting concepts, you kept your proposal simple: half of your program would be a talk show while the other half would play whatever music interested you at the moment. “So basically like a regular radio show?” the managers confirmed when you pitched, to which you slowly nodded your head. Your proposal wasn’t extravagant, and they could work with that. You requested if at all possible to you go by a pseudonym which they had no problem with. The station managers understood you weren’t trying to be ambitious; it was the presenters who wanted multiple sound effects and crowded the booth worried them more than your show.

You settled for taking the nine to midnight slot on Thursdays, not wanting to fight for prime times the way other presenters did. This meant you couldn’t party with your friends that day, and you secretly loved using it as an excuse. You assumed no one except your group of friends actually listened to your show when they weren’t going out, and you didn’t mind. At least someone was listening.

The music aspect of your show came naturally to you. Every week you would decide on a genre and let whatever music peaked your interest play freely. While you knew it was expected to make a set playlist, you found the managers let you skate by on that expectation because it wasn’t particularly busy that late at night.

You found the talk show aspect was more difficult than you expected. Speaking about different subjects for an hour and a half took more work than you realized. Still, you always managed to find a couple of topics that peaked your interest to discuss on your show.

Your favorite segment that you always included was something you dubbed “Romance Report” where you discussed the adorable romances you noticed on campus. You gushed about the cute couples, vividly describing certain people and the gestures that made you believe how in love they seemed to be. While you didn’t personally know any of the couples, you chose to give them the benefit of the doubt that their relationships were going strong.

After a month and a half of being back on campus, you finally found your rhythm once more with programming. As you gently bopped along to the beat of Kehlani’s “Distraction”, you situated yourself to start “Romance Report” once the song ended.

This week you spoke about a certain couple you saw where the boyfriend lovingly tucked a dandelion behind his girlfriend’s ear before kissing her on the forehead. The two of them laced their fingers together as they walked away from your vision, but the interaction left you full of butterflies in your heart. As you jabbered on about how adorable the gestures were, the phone line lit up. You stared quizzically at the blinking button, almost unsure if it was truly happening. The phone line only lit up when it was just your friends wanting to chat with you, but they normally texted before actually calling the station. It took you by surprise when you answered and an unfamiliar voice spoke.

“Hey. Uh, yeah, would you please just shut up about the couples on campus?” the voice berated you, irritation laced in their tone. Naturally you were taken back. The first actual caller you got was upset with your programming?

“I-I’m sorry?” you stuttered, unsure of what was occurring. You looked up to see George looking up at you. Like always, he rarely had an expression on his face but it was odd for him to pay attention unless something interesting was happening.

“Listen” the unknown voice sighed. “I’m not trying to be that person, but hearing this whole “romance report”...Honestly, it’s idiotic.”

The caller certainly wasn’t one to mince words. The comment stung, but you tried your best to remain civil. “Well, you don’t have to listen if you don’t want to?” you slowly responded, not wanting to offend the caller.

“Yeah, but my mate says the music you usually play is pretty good. Which, yeah, you do have good music taste. So can you just stick to that?” It sounded more like an order than advice, and you could feel yourself becoming vexed.

“No. You know what? I think I’ll keep talking about this couple” you decided promptly. You heard the caller on the line groan. “Listen pal, just change the station if you’re really that upset.”

“Or maybe just stop doing this segment in general.”

“This is my radio show” you snapped. “I’ve literally been doing this since I started.”

“So I’ve heard” the voice grunted. “And some of the couples you choose are ridiculous, you know that? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“How are they ridiculous? You don’t know what you’re talking about” you scoffed.

“A couple weeks ago you talked about some couple sharing a croissant near the library’s coffee shop. You went on and on about how they must share everything. Pretty sure he’s not sharing the fact that he’s cheating on her.”

Your eyes widened at this statement. “What are you talking about?”

“Not to call him out on the radio, but he’s probably not listening anyways. So the guy you were talking about: his name’s Marcus. Saw him hooking up with some girl that was definitely not his girlfriend last week at that bar, Checkers.”

You exchanged glances with George. Even for someone so stoic, you noticed how he raised an eyebrow at that statement. Clearly this wasn’t what he expected during his shift.

“Y-You don’t know that” you stammered out.

“But I do” the voice insisted. “Love’s a joke. People like you think that it’s this everlasting magical feeling when it’s not. It’s work and when people realize that, they leave.”

“You’re being cynical” you retorted.

“And you’re getting played by the biggest con job of them all.”

“N-No, I’m not” you defended yourself, but you heard how weak your response sounded.

“Stop living in a fantasy world, romanticizing couples like that. It’s not real.” The comment cut deep, triggering something in you that you weren’t particularly sure you liked.

“I think that’s all for now” you dismissed as you cut the line. You didn’t wait for the caller to respond, done with his attitude.

You fumbled around with the controls before playing something - anything - to buy you some time. Somehow you managed to start up Mahalia’s “Never Change”, letting her song kill three minutes so you could formulate what to do for your remaining air time.

Glancing up, you noticed George still looking at you. You swallowed nervously, unsure if you wanted him to say anything or not.

“Christ. Thought that’d be one of your friends” he finally commented before taking a sip of his coffee and returning back to his studies.

“So did I” you agreed, leaning back in your chair. A loud sigh escaped your lips before you sat back up and began queueing up songs, at least long enough for you to compose yourself once more. The caller’s comments rang in your mind as you tried to process what just happened.

Despite your consistent praising of love, you hadn’t truly experienced it yourself. While some of your friends had significant others in high school, you only had a handful of crushes that eventually fizzled out. You never bothered to get a boyfriend, believing you would eventually get one in uni. Yet somehow that expectation never came true.

The last thing you wanted to focus on was searching for someone to date. The majority of your time was spent hanging out with your friends or studying anyways. Occasionally your friends dragged you out to parties and bars, but you believed that no serious relationship could start at these locations. So you politely declined the idea of hook ups or handing your numbers out to strangers who offered to buy you drinks.

You found solace in your radio show, just enjoying the idea of love rather than putting yourself out there. Because you wanted something cute, something real. But it didn’t seem likely on your campus.

Still, you enjoyed the fantasy loves in your life. They were attractive guys whose small acts of kindness fueled your fantasies of what love could be.

There was Kendall, the barista whose eyes always crinkled happily when you thanked him for your drink. During freshman year you generously tipped and politely thanked him after a huge rush, never once pestering him about how long he took to make the drinks. From discussing the different types of roasts to asking about his day, you always made polite small talk with him. At this point he memorized your usual order and always had it prepared by the time you finished paying.

There was Logan, one of the student librarians who always let you eat in the biography section of the library despite no food being allowed near the bookshelves. You suspected it was because you consistently visited the place that he gave you a free pass. But you liked to believe it was due to you helping him shelve books during a particularly awful finals week. Whenever you passed him on campus, he would nod in your direction and the two of you would share an understanding smile of the secret that you both kept.

And then there was Harrison, one of the students in your art history class. If there was one thing that made an eight in the morning course more bearable, it was getting to see him. You couldn’t help but steal glances at the boy whose disheveled hair somehow looked so perfect.

Two weeks into the class you curiously watched as he fumbled through his pockets before letting out a low groan. You were caught off guard when he turned towards you asking to borrow a pen. After a brief moment of rummaging around your backpack, you pulled a pen from the front pouch. As you began to hand the pen over, you spotted bagel crumbs scattered on his shirt.

You held out the pen to him, nervously silent. But something told you to let the cute boy know about the crumbs. “Don’t mean to be rude, but you have a little mess going on there” you whispered, leaning in towards him.

Looking down, he spotted the little bits of his breakfast scattered on his shirt. He lightly blushed before mumbling a thanks, wiping the crumbs to the floor.

A week later as you studied on a bench in the quad, you felt a light tapping on your shoulder. You looked up to see Harrison smiling down at you. He made brief small talk before asking to borrow your notes after missing the previous class. You pretended that you hadn’t realized he hadn’t shown when in reality you glumly spent the first couple of minutes of that class staring at the empty seat besides yours.

You handed over your notes as he thanked you. Harrison paused, opening his mouth to say something but stopped upon hearing someone call his name. Both of you glanced around only to spot a boy a couple feet away waving his arm excitedly. Harrison nodded towards whom you assumed was one of his friends. “Well, I’ll see you in class” he said as he headed towards the cheerful fellow.

As the next week rolled around and you tiredly staggered in to the art history class, you were caught off guard by something you weren’t expecting to see: on top of your usual desk were your notes along with the pen Harrison borrowed weeks before and an iced coffee with two sugar packs on top of the lid. The kind gesture touched you, especially since you hadn’t been able to stop by your usual cafe and were in desperate need of caffeine. You tore the sugar packets into the coffee before stirring, thoughts swirling of how Harrison must’ve noticed your preference of coffee. You gratefully sipped on the beverage before the professor walked in and began the lecture.

By next class, you found yourself buying him a breakfast muffin. You knew he only bought the drink as a gesture of showing thanks, but it was too sweet and kind for you not to thank back. It took all your courage not to chicken out, but you placed the pastry on his usual spot before class started.

Upon seeing Harrison enter the classroom, you whipped your head around and immediately pretended to focus on your notes. The sound of his chair sliding out indicated he was next to you, but you ignored it. It took a brief moment for him to actually take his seat, which you figured meant he saw what you left for him. You could feel his gaze on you, but you continued to stare down at your notes as your face heated up. It wasn’t until the professor walked in that you finally looked up.

The first couple of minutes you desperately tried to concentrate on the subject at hand, refusing to look anywhere but straight ahead. But a soft tap on your arm brought you out of your trance, and you turned to Harrison who had halved the muffin and was offering a part to you.

Your face heated up once more as you politely shook your head and raised a hand to indicate “no thanks”. But there was something about his gentle smile and him gesturing once more for you to take it that you eventually caved in.

And that was the start of your art history tradition with him. One of you would bring in a breakfast food and split it with the other. No words were exchanged except the occasional thanks. While you couldn’t help but think that it didn’t mean much to Harrison, it only fueled your imagination about the potential of falling in love with him.

Out of all your fantasy crushes, you enjoyed your thoughts about Harrison the most. Perhaps it was because you spent the most time with him, even if it was during a two hour lecture course filled with silence between the two of you.

You knew about Harrison even before this course. He was one of the many foreign students on campus that people fawned over. Perhaps it was his personality or maybe just his looks, but there was something about him that had girls hooked. You occasionally saw him at parties, but girls always clamored over him that you hadn’t paid mind until recently.

Fantasies now plagued your mind of him being yours, him taking you out to bars not to get drunk but to show you off as his girl. You couldn’t get over the idea of Harrison laughing along with your mates while his arm casually wrapped around your waist. And that at the end of the night, the two of you would go back to his dorm room and cuddle, falling asleep in one another’s arms. When his alarm would go off in the morning, you’d bundle up in his sweater and stroll hand in hand to the art history lecture hall.

But of course you knew it was just fantasy. Still, you loved the idea of love and scowled at the idea of love being a joke like your caller implied.

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