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space-city-traffic · 3 years

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yet again im back on my bullshit so... (gazes with mixed feelings at the TV show Firefly) i could fix him.

my extremely long thoughts about my Own Personal Good Version of Firefly (with plenty of spoilers for the show and the movie) under the cut:

things that are getting axed first thing no question:

out with the whole “let’s add in a thin veneer of Chinese cultural aesthetics out of context for ~flavor~” deal. just no.

instead, let’s hire some actors from a bunch of different cultures and work with them to figure out how their characters would bring those cultures into space with them!! and also hopefully bring some experiences with immigration/alienation/travel into it, since the Whole Core of Firefly is about how humanity always brings our doomed and silly and stubborn and unique warmth with us even into the cold void where nothing is familiar or homey in the slightest.

let’s respect our sex worker character shall we?

i do appreciate that Inara’s work as a companion is described as legitimate and well respected in the show. however please stop having your captain and hero call her a wh*re every five seconds against her clearly expressed wishes and portraying this as just a totally acceptable thing

let’s be more respectful of our characters of color and also have some more diversity, shall we?

others have put it better than me but yeah, the way Zoe and Book are treated is very uncomfy, and the rest of the show is depressingly monochromatic. come on let’s do better.

stop the weird confederacy hat tips

again others have pointed these out with much more thoroughness than I could, but the names of some characters and locations, as well as some of the language used to describe the browncoats, has uncomfortably confederate vibes. instead i propose we very Clearly tip our hats to the Alliance equaling space capitalism instead! you can’t go wrong with space capitalism as a villain.

don’t! make! the! psychotic! character! violent!

listen i love River Tam with my whole heart. but you should absolutely not portray your only character with psychosis as violent because of that psychosis!!!!!!! and yeah, a huge part of her character is that her brain got fucked up by the alliance and so she hallucinates and is also a super ninja. but like. she doesn’t need to be a super ninja for her character to work, okay? the crew does not need to be scared of her for her character to work, okay??? more on this later bc it would take a lot of care and nuance to make her character work but i really think it can be done

things we are absolutely keeping:

found family tropes my fucking beloved

this should be self evident. this is why the show is as appealing as it is despite its flaws, at least in my eyes.

malcolm reynolds, the knight in dusty armor

there’s something so appealing to me about what Mal stands for. because at his core is this ridiculous, silly, stubborn, doomed devotion to what he thinks is important and right, a romantic idealism thinly covered by cynical cowboy platitudes that he thinks make his bleeding heart totally invisible. and he is so obvious and entirely incorrect. bless. this is a man who will do anything for his family, who charges into swordfights to defend his friend from a man who wants to turn her into an object despite having no clue how to hold a sword. at his worst, he starts brawls in bars just for the martyr’s thrill of being persecuted for supporting the right; at his best, he inspires downright religious belief from his crew because he represents a romantic and chivalrous and doomed dedication to the right thing over any practical concerns. and then he throws a “selfish” quip over it with 100% confidence that everyone fell for his clever distraction and believes him to be a dirtbag. he’s oblivious and ridiculous and god he makes me want to be a better person because he’s just so goddamned sincere. stupid, but sincere. 10/10 himbo. <3

Mal and Inara ultraslowburn friends to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to friends to...

there’s nothing i love more than a ship that’s just two people who know each other way too well, and they’re each the only one who knows the other well enough to call them out on their bullshit. the way Mal and Inara interact in the show sometimes makes me uncomfy but like. the core of their relationship has to stay.

space western aesthetic

i need the cows on a spaceship scene to stay like i need air okay

that sweet sweet religious shit

mal, who lost his faith in gd and a whole lot else during the war. who lost his faith in himself, and now feels he has to hide the part of him that still wants to be good, because he knows he can’t be anymore, and he feels like it’s embarrassing for a guy like him to want something so unattainable. who takes a preacher on board, and the preacher has lost something, too. the preacher has his own past, and his own questions. but not questions like the observant neurodivergent girl, the one who wants to interact with and understand this thing that’s so important to him, but it just doesn’t click with how her brain works and she feels like something needs to be fixed, either the Bible or herself. and Mal takes care of them all, and slowly, he begins to find gd again, not in a prayer but in humanity. humanity doesn’t need to be fixed, like the alliance thinks. the shining imperfect strawberry sweetness of it in his family’s smiles is something to be worshiped and served and devoted to. and he finds he has something to believe in again. (and his crew find that he’s given them someone to believe in, too. and maybe suddenly he’s a saint.)

and finally, my brilliant ideas as to what i would like to add:

TRANS WOMAN KAYLEE RIGHTS

listen her femininity is so important to me okay? it’s so thrilled about everything that’s pretty, from dresses to the spaceship’s electric innards, and it’s so non-traditional and grease stained until it’s not and it’s pink and ruffly and twirly, and she never sees any of it as a contradiction, because none of it contradicts, it’s all just her! her gender is warmth and love and prettiness, feeling pretty and appreciating the pretty and making her friends’ days pretty too.

i want us to find out she’s trans in that episode with the ball, and i want us to find out alongside Mal who just never asked or never realized. Kaylee gasps and squeals at the dress in the shop window and Mal makes an off handed, ill considered comment, and then... someone yanks him aside and hisses a few very significant words in his ear. and suddenly he remembers what the blue white and pink she painted all over the engine room means, and he knows he has something to make right. so he buys her that dress himself and lets her know just how pretty she looks, and when he walks into that ball with her displayed on his arm like something precious, he looks the proudest out of any man there. and she notices. for a few seconds, of course, until there’s chocolate, and ‘nara, and a chandelier—and some horrible girls, but she’s used to that, until—suddenly, she finds her people. a group of old men who light up when she jokes about compression coils and whack presumptuous boys who ask her to dance. they adopt her as a treasured granddaughter, and Mal is beaming at her like a proud dad, and she finds that one of her new elderly friends gazes a little too long at her bracelet, and so she gives it to xem and teaches xem a few new words, and... it’s a good day, huh? it’s a really good day. (of course, then the captain has to go and punch somebody in the face, but it was a real nice party up until then.)

also she and Simon are both transhet t4t im correct and you know it

time for a better River Tam

the first thing we’ve established is that this version of her is not unpredictably violent and the crew is not scared of her!!!! it makes no sense to take a kid who’s primarily brilliant, experiment on her brain, give her telepathic powers....... and tack on the fact that she also has super strength and speed and dexterity and what not, AND say that they programmed her to be super violent. no! no. not only is that extremely harmful rep, that’s also just stupid.

instead!! my version of River is in fact not terrifying to the crew, but is actually the one they feel safest around. River has always been totally blunt, she was one of those kids you could tell realllllly early was autistic, and she doesn’t like being disengenous at all. so you can always trust her to tell the truth and not play weird passive aggressive games or have any hidden agenda, which makes her just a really chill person to be around. also, one of her longtime special interests is music and dance, so whether or not she’s nonverbal on a given day, there will always be some sort of beautiful sound when she’s around. she does have the singing voice of a dying crow unfortunately but that’s ok bc Simon’s is even worse and they’re both incredibly competitive so you’ll at least get free entertainment out of the affair.

my version of River does have psychosis and hallucinations because of the trauma of the experiments, and they are really troubling to her. she and Simon work together to find ways to cope and meds that help, and it’s a process, but there are some things that help.

the only thing she gained from the academy was the ability to hear people’s thoughts and sense the future a little bit. and yeah, that led to her picking up a few spooky secrets at the beginning, which, yikes. and for a while, it was hard to figure out which voices were real and which were hallucinations. but around her friends, she always feels safe to ask “did you just think about triple cheese burritos or was that just a me thing?”, and they’ll always tell her the truth no matter how embarrassing their thoughts are, bc it’s important to all of them to respect her and help her sort accurately through what’s reality and what’s not. and bit by bit, she gets better and better at figuring out what kinds of things tend to be telepathy and what kinds of things tend to be psychosis, and that each one feels a little different. and because of the trust and respect and support of her found family she’s able to do that in a safe environment!!!

trans man Simon rights

listen i wanted to keep him as just a side note on Kaylee’s list but he is my son and he’s important to my heart so here goes

out on the outer rim where Kaylee’s from, gender ain’t much of a big deal, there’s an individualistic quality to life out there, and so if the trail you blaze is the trail of a woman or a man or neither or both, that’s respected even in the rare cases where it’s not outright encouraged. but in the inner planets, where competition and connections and public faces and family names are everything, you have to be what’s expected of you to survive. you can’t change your brand, you can’t be anything other than what your family planned for you since before you were born, it’s incredibly hard to survive in such a hyper competitive environment, and so your very identity becomes just a tool in how to market yourself for better success.

needless to say Simon (just as autistic as his little sister and also very trans) fuckin hated it there. but he was very good at it. correction: he was very good at his very specific field of STEM, good enough to where people stopped talking about how cute he looked in bows and started talking about how impressive his work was from a very young age. and his work had no gender. he could be whatever he wanted to in equations. so that was where he could express himself, and gd, he got so much praise for it, he never wanted to stop.

not until he discovered that his sister needed him, and ran away, and needed a disguise, and realized... suddenly, every stifling rule and prying eye was a million miles away. he was freefloating, freefalling, with none of the charted paths he’d been following all his life... so you know what? fuck it. he’s always enjoyed the name Simon. and since it’s not on any legal records, it’ll make him just that much more untraceable.

and on Serenity, starting over with new people who never knew him before his transition feels like an unbelievable blessing that just dropped right into his lap. he has to keep up the secrecy, he has to make sure they never find out who he used to be, because gd, it’s so nice when they look at him and say his name right, and he doesn’t know if he can handle losing that, not when it’s so new and so important to the person he’s finally becoming. but then one day, the unthinkable happens, the wanted posters for his arrest have an old name on them, they’re looking for the Tam sisters, and... nothing changes. the crew of Serenity could not give even a tenth of a percent of a fuck, and it doesn’t seem like they even know they’re supposed to. huh. that’s new. Simon could get used to that, he thinks.

i’m sure there’s more i could add, but it’s 4:30 in the morning now, so if more occurs to me, ill simply add it in a reblog tomorrow. if you’ve read down this far, i am in love with you. please let me know your Better Firefly ideas, too, bc im always down to yell about this show!!!

#firefly #Serenity #in which i choke out joss whedon with my bare hands and rescue his characters and give them better homes #ollies fix it series #malcolm reynolds #ollies personal good firefly canon

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myjjbaby · 4 years

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Can I get a jj imagine where you've been dating for a while (you're a pogue and been one forever) and you make a bet with him to see who can go the longest without sex? Who would cave first bc i feel like even being as stubborn as he is JJ wouldn't be able to take it that long lol smut is 100% okay with me if you're comfortable btw😜 ~N

won’t last | the bet (part ii)

author’s note - hi alright this is a tad different than the request bc i thought itd be cute to have a different bet for part 2 of the bet bc people wanted that :))

synopsis - requested by anon! you make a bet with your boyfriend and JJ’s really bad at winning them

warnings - 2.6k of smut, filth, sex, whatever you want to call it :)) edging, oral (f!receiving), unprotected (wrap before you tap folks). also if you aren’t legal i highly suggest you don’t read this and enjoy some time outside like children should. 18+ folks!! also i am allowed to post this cause i am 19 so anons don’t even try :))

“Wait, so you’re trying to tell me that y’all made a bet about me and JJ?”

You were currently sitting between your boyfriend’s legs at the driver seat of the ‘HMS POGUE,’ which had become a common occurrence over the summer ever since Sarah introduced you to the crew. JJ’s hand would slip off of the wheel and knead at the skin of your waist, a playful smirk on his face as he looked out onto the marsh.

“Yeah, if JJ didn’t fall in love with you by the end of the summer, he’d get a new bike.”

“I don’t need a new bike anyway.”

You smiled at the blonde’s confession and leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw. He shifted his head so he could look down at you fully before pressing his lips sloppily against your cheek.

“M’ sorry, bub,” he gave you a confused look, “about not getting a bike.”

“Don’t need one if I got you, baby.”

You rolled your eyes before slipping out of his arms and meandering to the bow of the old boat. JJ whining at the loss of contact, watching your figure bend over as you grabbed something out of his bag.

“So,” the blonde nearly jumped out of his skin when Sarah snuck up on him, “wanna do another bet?”

“What do you have in mind, Cameron?”

“We need Y/N for this one, gimme a sec.”

JJ watched as the older girl walked over to you, pulling his fresh blunt from your lips. He smiled as you approached him and once again wrapped you into his warm embrace. The blue-eyed boy smiling when he felt your lips pressed to his exposed shoulder. JJ chuckled at your squeal when he placed you on his lap, kissing your temple whispering sweet nothings.

You blushed like crazy once you noticed all of the Pogues standing around you, hiding further in JJ’s neck.

“You ready for this, Maybank?”

“Born ready.”

You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at your boyfriend, questioning his antics which he just ignored and kissed your cheek again.

“I wanna see how long JJ can go without sex.”

“You mean like-”

“Any interaction, JJ.”

You giggled as he let out a groan into your neck.

“This is torture.”

“And,” Sarah smirked, “if you surpass a week, I’ll get you that bike.”

Smiling at the cute boy sitting beneath you, you slid off his lap and headed back towards the bow of the boat. JJ frowned as you stepped farther away from him, telling Pope to take the wheel, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his bare tanned chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Mm,” you hummed into his warm chest, goosebumps shooting up his back, “don’t wanna tempt you.”

“You always do, baby.”

His arms wrapped around your neck as you found the small of his waist. Blocking out the sun with his biceps, you looked up at his soft features without having to squint, appreciating the little sun spots littered across his face.

“Gotta last a week, then you can have me and your new bike.”

“Jus’ want you, baby, only you.”

“Yeah, okay. Tell that to your bike magazines under the bed.”

“Shut up.”

You giggled at his reddened cheeks and went up onto your tiptoes, sweetly kissing his chin. You sent him one last smile that left him breathless and sat down next to Sarah, who was cheekily grinning at JJ’s fluster.

Seven days. Your boyfriend was sure he could last that long. Seven day, a week. That’s nothing, right?

He was three days in when everything fell apart. You were sitting on his lap while the Pogues were gathered on the porch of John B’s infamous chateau. JJ’s rough fingertips slipped under your shirt and started stroking up and down your sides. Feeling his needy movements, you were quick to catch his hands in your grip.

“Baby…”

“J, no.”

“I wanna feel you.”

“Four days left.”

You felt his soft waves of hair brush against your back as his head rested between your shoulder blades. He grumbles incoherently into the fabric of your top, hands slipping out of your own.

You thought he was going to behave until his warm palms pulled out of your shirt and resettled on your thighs. JJ’s thumb prodded at the fading marks on the inside of your left leg, the purple marks left by his lips days ago still sensitive as they healed. You halfheartedly grabbed his wrists a second time when you felt waves of pleasure shoot straight through your body.

“J.”

“Let me make you feel good.”

“Sure thing,” you felt him grin into your skin, “in four days.”

His smile slipped down into a pout, hands continuing their teasing movements against your skin. You bit at your lower lip as a soft whimper nearly escaped your throat.

“You’re such a tease, baby, have been all week.”

“It’s been three days, JJ.”

You felt his body shift against you as he planted wet kisses up your spine, nipping lightly at your flushed skin. You attempt to suppress the gasp on the tip of your tongue as he continued to travel around your exposed skin.

Your hands loosened from around his wrists, instead pulling at the loose curls at the base of his head. JJ let out a soft growl as you grounded your hips down onto his lap, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you still.

The blonde’s lips found your skin again, lapping at the tortured skin of your neck as you whimpered lightly. You had never been more grateful that the Pogues had dispersed, then at this moment with his flaming touch pulling moans from your body, his name sounding like a prayer from your lips.

“Fuck, JJ.”

He groaned into your skin as you pressed harder against him, both of you growing needier by the second. Everything about his movements made you eager and he knew just how lust driven he was making you feel.

“Y/N? Can you come help me with something?”

And just like that you pulled yourself out of his arms, his hands desperately gripping at your waist, trying to get some kind of relief

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

JJ groaned at your word choice making you giggle, you weren’t used to your boyfriend being so clingy.

“Come with me, J?”

“So funny, Y/N, really.”

“You did this to yourself.”

“M ‘sorry, I just want you.”

“Four days.”

Just like that you were strolling off the screen porch, fixing your shirt which had rolled up significantly by JJ’s hands. You left him a whimpering mess as he stared down at the tent in his swim shorts, twitching from the quick loss of friction. He felt like he could cry from being edged so well only to be stuck in a daze and really, really turned on.

It was two days later when he was pressed up against your backside, so hard it was starting to hurt.

“Babe?”

JJ groaned, hearing you feign an innocent tone when you both know you can feel his hard-on pressed against your butt. You smiled at the soft noises he makes as you pull away, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the hammocks closer to the shore. He follows you like an addict, absolutely fucked for you when you press a soft kiss to his cheek before pushing him to sit on the hammock.

“Baby, please.”

“It’s Thursday, two more days and I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“I know,” you smile at him, pressing your lips to his nose as you straddle him, “I know. Smoke with me? It’ll make you relax, yeah?”

JJ nodded as you placed the paper between his lips. You leaned over him, your bikini covered chest brushing against his reddened skin. Smiling as he grabbed one of your nipples through the fabric, you lit the spliff with the silver lighter engraved with ‘JJ’ and watched him inhale deeply. You admired how his cheekbones became more defined as he sucked in the smoke.

You watched as the harsh furrow in his brow settled as the drug rushed in and out of his body, pressing a kiss to the relaxed skin and noting the unfaltered bulge pressed against your ripped jean shorts. JJ ruts his hips up to meet your warmth, desperate to be touched and finally release the growing tension in his body.

Pulling away slightly, you take the lit joint between your finger and slip the object into your mouth. The blonde boy watched as your pretty lips wrapped around it like second nature and his mind wandered to you finally being wrapped around him. He moaned into your mouth when you kissed him softly, roughly sucking against your bottom lip as you blew the puff of smoke out of your lungs and into him.

“Fuck, that was really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby, look so pretty.”

You flush under his heated gaze and rewarded his compliments with kisses across his skin. Your mind went blank as JJ slid his warm palms down the length of your body, squeezing your knees before brushing along the tops of your thighs and stopping at your belt loops.

“J.”

Your voice was breathy against his throat as he grinded against your core, turned on by your sultry tone. You forgot about your sister’s stupid bet as soon as JJ’s long fingers dipped into your shorts and started playing with your pantyline. His hands slip out making you whimper against him, his grip relocating to your hips.

“I know, baby,” his thigh came up between yours, flipping you over and making the hammock swing, “fuck, I didn’t think about that.”

You threw your head back giggling and JJ stopped to admire you for a moment before he was reminded of the pain shooting through him for being so turned on. His mouth finds your sweet spot below your jaw in no time, so familiar with the nooks and crannies of your skin. He sucked against the warm skin before continuing his assault down your body while his hands played with the strings of your bikini.

You desperately try to hold back your noises, knowing the Pogues would hear you, even if you knew JJ wouldn’t mind losing the bet if he was busy focusing on you. You feel his familiar smirk against your collarbone as your top slips from your chest, his hands sliding to the underside of your breasts as he encircles your nipple in his mouth. He leaves matching bruises to the ones on your neck and the faded ones lining your thighs, your body feels like it’s on fire like the blunt between your fingers.

“JJ.”

Your boyfriend hums against your bare waist, sending shocks of pleasure straight between your legs.

“Your new bike, JJ.”

You remind him why he should stop, begging in your mind that he’ll keep his lips close to you.

“Don’t need it.”

“J.”

“Baby, I don’t care.”

And like that, he slips your shorts and bikini bottoms off in one pull, his lips following behind and trailing kisses down your legs. You stamp out the spliff quickly, roughly gripping his blonde waves instead. JJ groans as you buck your body up to get closer to his hot breath that’s breathing over you. You nearly cry out as you feel him lick directly on your bundle of nerves, lips pressed against your mounds as he suckles on your clit.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He smiles watching you clamp around nothing when he pulls back, he starts to tongue at your weeping entrance, smiling as a wave of your sweetness slips out onto his chin with your first orgasm leaving you gasping for air.

“So wet, pretty girl.”

“God, J.”

You grip at his curls as he pushes you again until you can barely take anymore against your sensitive bud. JJ growls against your pink skin when you tug at his hair, pulling you up to meet his lips in a scorching kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and feel the wetness on his chin, his thumbs circling movement nearly making you cum.

“J.”

“What baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Need you.”

He pushes two fingers into you hard and you bite his lips to hold back your scream of pleasure.

“Need me how, baby? Gotta tell me.”

“I need your cock, J, need you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

JJ’s swim trunks drop to the ground as soon as he kicks them off, the hammock swaying as you grip his shoulders, praying you wouldn’t fall off. Once the hammock settles, you let your legs fall open, feeling the blue-eyed boy’s hands against the underside of your thighs. You wrap your legs around him and feel him shuffle above you. You gasp when he presses against you, he’s so incredibly hard and you can feel his precum dribble from his swollen tip.

“JJ, please.”

“Patient, sweet girl.”

You both let out loud moans as he pushes himself into you, seeing stars when he fills you to the brim. You grip his soft locks, bated breathing escaping your lungs when he slowly pulls out only to ram back into you. JJ buried his face into the sweat covered skin of your neck when he felt his high coming on. It didn’t shock you as his hips jerked desperately against your body, especially after he’s been on edge for days.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“M ‘so close, J.”

“Okay, okay.”

He rams harder into your dripping center, your heart pounding in your chest as your overstimulated core was pushed closer to cumming a second time. You wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering as he reached deeper into you until you cried out with your orgasm, JJ following behind you.

“J.”

“I got you, you’re okay.”

“Fuck.”

He kisses your skin as you come down for your staggering high, eyebrows pulled together and your eyes remaining tightly shut. JJ’s body goes limp against yours, tired out from such a strong orgasm. His hand leaves your body to reach under the hammock to grab the blanket stored there. The two of you lay, naked, in each other's arms as the sea breeze rustles over you and your slight haze fades away. Your boyfriend mumbles loving words as you slip into a quiet sleep.

“So, no bike for you?”

Is the first thing you hear as the sun shines onto your closed eyelids, JJ’s warm, bare body still pressed sweetly to yours. You glance over to see the Pogues smirking at you and the blonde wrapped around you.

“Fuck off, Cameron.”

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nikatyler · 3 years

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Axel: “Dude, you got a haircut for this! Now I feel unprepared. Should I quickly call a hairdresser before the interview starts?”

August: “Or maybe, what do you think, you could let your future partner have a say in that. After all, that’s why we’re here, right?”

Axel: “Yes! I’m sick of being forever alone. And why’s that even a thing? Just because I’m a ‘spare’, I can’t fall in love? That’s bullshit.”

Nika: “You guys know I was saving you for this very moment, right?”

August: “Shit, the watcher’s here already.”

Nika: “Yup, I’ve been sitting here this whole time. Anyway, we’ve agreed that we wouldn’t show your faces just yet, but the contestants deserve to know at least a little bit about you, don’t they?”

Axel: “Yeah, definitely.”

Nika: “So let’s begin. Who would like to introduce himself first?”

Axel: “Okay, I’ll start, since I’m the older twin. The expected one.”

August: “All things considered, neither of us was expected.”

Axel: “Fair point. So, my name is Axel, I come from Sunset Valley and I’m a doctor. Oh, and since the audience probably doesn’t know this yet: August and me are the two younger gen 2 siblings in watcher’s new lepacy. Then there’s also Morrigan, but she gets left behind completely.”

Nika: “Okay, fair, call me out for that, I do keep forgetting about her. Anyway, what about your hobbies?”

Axel: “Well, when we first went to Champs Les Sims with our older brother, I really got into wine---I mean, nectar making. I’ve been making wine, I mean, nectar, for years now, and I think I got really good at it. I also enjoy martial arts and meditation. I learned that in Shang Simla.”

August: “We both really love travelling. I’m glad our brother is still taking us with him.”

Axel: “Yeah, Ember is the best.”

Nika: “So what about you, August?”

August: “I work at the science facility in Sunset Valley, but I wouldn’t really call myself a scientist yet. Maybe someday, but I’m not there yet.”

Axel: “Don’t be so humble, you’re doing amazing.”

August: “Thanks. In my free time, I like to be outside. I go fishing often and I also spend a lot of time taking photos.”

Nika: “What do you like to take pictures of?”

Axel: “Toilets.”

August: “Hey, that was just one time!”

Axel: “Yes, and that stupid picture is still in my wine room.”

August: “So? It’s art. But usually, I take pictures of architecture. Interesting places in Sunset Valley, nature and such. I haven’t had the chance to walk around Riverview yet, but I’d like to add it to my collection as well.”

Nika: “Awesome! I’m sure you’ll get a chance. Now tell me something about your brother.”

August: “About Ember? He’s not here.”

Axel: “I think they meant it more like I talk about you and you talk about me.”

August: “Oh. Yeah that makes sense. Well, Axel is a great guy, I think. He’s a bit stubborn though, and his biggest fear is that he’ll die alone.”

Axel: “I would protest but you’re actually right, I’m scared of that.”

August: “I’m surprised he’s still single though. It’s not so surprising with me, but --”

Axel: “You’re being humble again, dammit. And it’s not like the dating options in Sunset Valley are great, right? People my age were mean to us in middle school and they’re still mean to us.”

Nika: “Really? Why?”

Axel: “Eh, you know. Don’t act like you don’t.”

August: “Daddy issues, sort of.”

Axel: “Yup. We’ll leave it at that. The audience will figure it out eventually.”

Nika: “Well, I’m sure the contestants won’t have a problem with that. Speaking of them: What are your expectations? Who do you want to see enter your bachelor challenge? Girls, boys...anyone? What do you want them to be like?”

August: “I don’t think I have any preferences.”

Axel: “Same. I mean, I’ve had some one night stands, they were mostly guys, but I like girls too. I haven’t had a chance to, you know, be with an enby, but they can obviously enter too. Like August said, no preferences, not really.”

August: “And moving on from that, I don’t even have a type when it comes to what you look like.”

Axel: “The real beauty shines from within anyway, right?”

August: “Yup. And it looks different on anyone. It’s like, fairy lights are beautiful. Flowers are beautiful too. And they don’t look alike.”

Axel: “Dude, that was great. How comes you’re still single?”

August: “Maybe I was saving myself for a BC. I’ve always wanted to have one!”

Axel: ...

Axel: “Oh. Well now everything makes sense. And you were afraid to do it alone, so you asked me to join you. I love that! By the way, I think we skipped over the part where I would talk about him.”

August: “You’ve already said a lot about me.”

Nika: “No, he’s right. Axel, would you like to say something else?”

Axel: “Yes! Uh...wait, I lost it right now. What was it...oh yeah. August is like...a god when it comes to eyeliner. Just not when he’s doing it on himself. And he always makes a fool of himself when we’re travelling, but he’s still the best.”

Nika: “That was an important addition.”

August: “Absolutely. He’s still mad at me about the toilet photo, can you tell?”

Axel: “Because it’s the ugliest photo ever! Why do you even need to take a photo of a toilet?”

August: “You wouldn’t get it, it’s art!”

Nika: “Alright, alright, before you start fighting, one more very important question.”

Axel: “We get along, I swear. Anyway, what’s your question?”

Nika: “Twelve contestants - if everything goes according to plan - will enter this house. They will try to impress both of you.”

Axel: “Or they’ll come in and decide ‘oh, I want that one’ and focus on that for the rest of the competition while completely ignoring the other brother.”

Nika: “Yes, that’s possible, but what I mean is that they could end up with either of you, only time will tell. It’s not like six people will enter for you, Axel, and six for you, August. What if you both fall madly in love with one contestant?”

August: “That’s an interesting question.”

Axel: “Old-fashioned sword fight.”

August: “What?! You’d stab me?! I’m literally your twinbrother!”

Axel: “I’m not saying I’d stab you, watcher could interfere. No, jokes aside, I think we’ll figure it out when it happens. If it happens.”

August: “Or we let the person decide who they want more.”

Nika: “I think that could work, but what if they’re not sure either?”

Axel: “You’re stressing me out with that question.”

August: “It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

Nika: “You’ll figure it out.”

Axel: “Yes. As I said before.”

Nika: “Good! I think you can take it from here.”

August: “Yeah, we’ll do just fine on our own, but thanks for talking with us.”

Axel: “When can we expect the contestants to come?”

Nika: “Soon. The applications will be opened in a short moment, so don’t walk away just yet, or you might miss it.”

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 bc #sims 3 bachelor challenge #axel and august's double bc 00 #axel fleur #(the one with the longer hair)#august fleur #(the one with the shorter hair)#simself #i think it's obvious from the post but please!! don't ask me for spots yet! they will open eventually!#(also how tf is my simself looking so pretty today)

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yourmcu · 4 years

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Wish You Were Here (i)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers x Stark!reader

Summary:

an Infinity War/Endgame AU where Tony Stark’s daughter (you) is one of half the population that vanishes in the snap, Tony finds out later on when he arrives back to Earth, devastated, then you come back like the others to help fight Thanos.

Word count: 2,030

A/n: (moved to the end of the fic!)

Warnings: angst, death, swearing, a lil soft!Nat in the beginning bc I love her, mentions of anxiety/anxiety

read on ao3!

Part 2

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

You wanted to help in whatever was happening, you weren’t quite sure still, but it had something to do with the infinity stones and how you guys needed to find them before some guy named Thanos does.

It took a lot of convincing for Steve, Natasha and Rhodey (they were the ones more protective over you) to let you come, especially with Tony not around to scold you since he was in space.

“I’m coming with you guys whether you like it or not - no, I know what you’re gonna say, I can handle myself. I’m sixteen! Did you know Peter’s in space right now with Dad? Outer freaking space. You’re not the only one who has a suit, Rhodey-”

The argument ended with, “if something happens and I-” you dragged your thumb across your neck, “then it’s on me. None of you are to blame. Can we go now?”

So they didn’t have any other choice. You went to Wakanda with them to get the mind stone out of Vision and intend to destroy it afterwards.

Things got a *bit* out of hand though, there was an army of creatures - they’re from space, you assumed, working for Thanos - trying to get the stone. You fought alongside Sam and Rhodey, sometimes even fighting with Bruce who was using the Hulkbuster. You also helped the Wakanda tribes when they got overpowered by the creatures.

Even Thor came back to fight and he brought a raccoon and a tree with him.

The battle was going really messy, until - “Everyone on my position. We got incoming.”

You fly to where Cap and the team are, and there he is coming out of what appears to be a cloudy, blue grayish portal, Thanos himself.

“Cap, that’s him.” Bruce says as he hides you behind the Hulkbuster to shield you. He slowly walks over to the purple titan before saying, “stay down, [Y/N], alright?”

Did all of them suddenly forget that you, if not more, are stubborn like your father?

Because when all of them attack, you fly behind Thanos when he's distracted and wrap both your metal covered arms around his neck in stupid attempts to strangle him. He effortlessly uses his gauntlet to throw you back to the ground, knocking you out.

He eventually got all the stones, snapped his fingers when Thor failed to kill him, and left.

“What did you do?!”

“Where did he go? Thor, where did he go?”

“What’s happening?” You get off the ground as Bucky turns to dust. You look around and saw the air filled with the same dust, just from different people.

What the hell did that snap do?

People are vanishing, disappearing, are they dying? Why are they dying? You’re pretty sure you're panicking. Your lips start to quiver and you feel your chest tighten, making it hard for you to breathe.

Natasha notices right away. She's the one who could help you with your anxiety attacks besides Tony. She comes to you and places her hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, you’re fine, just breathe with me,”

You watch Wanda, one of your best friends, turn to dust too which did not help in the slightest. What’s worse is when Natasha holds your hands to calm you down,

They start turning into dust particles.

“No no no no no no,” you grow weak, holding onto her. “Nat, I’m scared - I don’t - I don’t know what to-”

“Y/N, just breathe like we practiced, okay?”

You try copying her breathing but it’s no use. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still fading away. You look at her, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes, “I’m so sorry.” She has no choice but to hug you tightly until you get dusted completely.

The Avengers just lost a kid. Not just any kid, for them you were special. You always supported the team no matter what. They couldn’t even imagine what Tony’s reaction would be.

When Natasha told Pepper of course she didn’t take it well.

You were Tony’s own flesh and blood (and some one night stand chic that we won’t mention anymore starting now), but Pepper helped raised you when Tony first took you in and treated you like her own. Sometimes you even called her ‘mom’.

She was so relieved when a spaceship came by the compound to drop Tony off - he looked weak and skinny - she didn’t know how to break the awful news to him while he was in that condition.

“I lost the kid,” he meant Peter. What he doesn’t know was that he actually lost two.

“It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.”

Bruce and Natasha keep looking over one another as images of the people they lost in the snap took turns popping up as holograms. Rhodey feels tense and keeps tapping his foot - nervous of what his best friend’s gonna do once he sees-

Tony abruptly stands up from his wheelchair. “Stop. Stop there.” (“Tony, you need to sit down,”) “No.” He stumbles over to a particular hologram, the one with his daughter’s face.

Y/N Stark.

The room is awfully quiet. Despite you telling them that it isn’t going to be any of their faults if something happens to you, they still feel responsible for you.

“Was anyone going to tell me?” He speaks softly. Too soft and calm for all of them that they remain glued to where they're standing, avoiding eye contact. He clenches his fists and sends a look to everyone in the room. “You better not be shitting me I already lost Parker and I - I can’t - I can’t lose her. I can’t.”

“Tony,” Natasha says. “We couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

It's like being stabbed with his own blade all over again. She tells him everything that happened, how you got dusted like Peter, and Tony just stares blankly at your photo, looking very pale.

Tony takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses further up his nose, holding in tears. Good thing his glasses cover it up. He mutters ‘okay’ over and over as he takes a seat back in his wheelchair. Steve hesitates to continue the discussion but Tony encourages him to go on, even though he feels like he was literally dying inside.

His mood definitely went downhill from there - Tony's furious with himself. Furious with them, with Steve, that he takes it out on the super soldier. By the end of it he's on the floor, passed out.

“Dad, come in, it’s [Y/N]. Everything alright out there?”

“Oh y’know, typical day in the city - pair of aliens came to visit again.” Tony sounded breathless.

You paused briefly. “...what? W-well, do you need help? I can help, and Peter’s probably on his way there - he just made a lame excuse and hung up on me so, I figured he sensed something was wrong.”

“Yeah. Stay where you are and when things get worse, find Pepper and get to safety.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope. Deadass serious. Stay out of this one.”

Tony opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings. He's transferred to a bed with the same wires poking his arm. He dreamt of his last conversation with you - before and while he was dragged to space.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know,” you cut him off while he was arguing with Strange.

“[Y/N]? How is this still connected?”

“I made the earpiece set myself - I guess it has really long range, huh?”

“You’re a nerd.” Tony cracked a small smile.

“Hi [Y/N]!” Peter shouted from a distance.

“Peter? You’re in space too? I’m so jeal-”

The line completely went out, guess the range wasn’t that long.

“Tony?” Pepper says gently. “You shouldn’t be up - it’s only been an hour since you passed out.”

He looks at her for a moment then returns his attention to the wall, eyes bloodshot. “Have I been a good father to her? ‘Cause I feel like she deserved more. Way more.”

“Of course, she loved you! Tony, [Y/N] loved you as much as you love her,” Pepper reassures, running a hand through his hair. “I know you’re upset but you really should be getting bed rest right now.”

He sniffles and gave a small nod, “okay.”

He closes his eyes again when she left the room and sigh, mumbling “goddammit kid,” before letting the tears flow down. Tony rarely cries. Barely cries. He usually keeps those stupid emotions in but this - the fact that his little girl is gone, it's too much for him. He realized never fully showed how much you meant to him and he regrets it.

Can't help but think that it should've been me Either way, I still wish you were here.

Fast forward to five years later: Tony now lived at a lakeside cabin with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan.

Moving on was better than to be sad and depressed for the rest of his life. That’s what you wanted for him anyway, to be happy.

So that’s exactly what Tony did.

He spent time with his family, made new suits which he enjoyed to do, living his life peacefully. That doesn’t mean he forgot about you. Sure the last few years were hard, he missed you every single day, but he had to face and accept it.

Tony moved your stuff from the compound and into a vacant room in the cabin. Sometimes he’d look through your crazy inventions, your journals that were filled with ideas for future gadgets and he hung up framed photos of you and him (some with Pepper) on the walls.

He told Morgan all about you. How awesome you were, how you were energetic and enthusiastic in everything you do, and how the both of you would be best friends if you two met.

“I wanna meet her,” Morgan says, looking at pictures of you.

Tony smiles sadly and looks at the photo of you and him. It was at your school’s science fair and your invention won first place (he remembered laughing at all the science teachers’ shocked faces because of your advanced gadget, way advanced than the grade you were in). Both of you looked really happy.

If a picture is all that I have, I can picture the times that we won't get back If I picture it now it don't seem so bad Either way, I still wish you were here.

“Someday, maybe.” He replies, giving her a warm smile.

Steve, Natasha and a new guy Scott visited him one day. They basically told him bringing back everyone who died in the snap was possible, hinting time travel.

Tony was torn. He didn’t want to risk losing what he had now, but bringing everyone back... that was something. Everyone in the universe that vanished, the other Avengers, the guardians he met in space, Strange, Peter, you.

That same night he thought about you, and Peter when he stumbled upon a picture of both of them. That same night, he figured out time travel.

“Hey legacy,” he chuckles a bit, remembering how you always frowned or pouted whenever he called you that. He likes that nickname on you though. “I... uh, this is just a little video. For you. Sure you won’t see this but... I like to pretend I could still talk to you. I miss you, a lot.”

“It’s been five years, hun. Morgan, your sister... you have no idea how much she talks about you. She wants to meet you someday,” he looks at the camera. “I know I can’t tell her the real reason why you’re not here with us, not yet, but anyway, ‘couple of old pals came to visit me. They want to try to get everyone back, that includes you.”

Tony sighs, looking away. “As of now I don’t know if we’re ever gonna pull off something like this. I figured it out, just a couple minutes ago actually. Time travel. It’s dangerous, very risky...”

“But we’ll see. We’ll figure something out. I hope to see you soon, [Y/N]. I love you.”

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so I’ve cut this lil idea into two parts - I’ll probs post part 2 soon right after this one - if everyone likes it of course :)

oh, and I listened to this song by Neck Deep while writing this, which is where I got the title too, you can listen here. (I also put in some lyrics from the song to the story, just because it fits well hehe)

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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Not smut but potentially one with Dick where him and the reader are keeping their relationship a secret and she stays over at his (😉) and in the morning they’re off to brunch with friends so try and enter the place at different times etc to not give it away that they came together and they think they’re safe until one of the gang says “hey! Isn’t that Dicks sweatshirt y/n?” And she gets all red and flustered - lol idk but that would be hella cute!

oh but there’ll be smut bc I combined it with this one, this is filth with some angst and then some fluff and it’s a rollercoaster

warnings: smut, swearing, 18+

word count: like 2,5k

Busted.

Love can be too complicated. Relationships are complicated. Dick Grayson was complicated. So much so that you preferred to keep it a secret.

Easier than having to explain to the world that in reality the feelings you had always had for him were never negative, they had always been awe and sometimes a little contempt, but you supposed that it was given to the fact that Dick was someone you thought you couldn’t have.

You hated that he was so perfect. It was a compliment to hate him, now you knew. He was always there with his perfect eyes that could kill you with just one look. That smile that could manipulate you. Make a fool out of you.

We are talking about Dick Grayson, who really has got a bunch of problems, with the lack of love he had when growing up and the big abandonment issues, thanks, Batman. Always wanting to be alone.

Neither of you wanted to explain to the world that your whole act of hating the other was nothing more than a façade for the crush you both had towards the other and how much it frustrated that you couldn’t have the other. The nerves you would get whenever you saw him, all flustered, maybe that was why it was easier to insult him so that he would let you believe that you hated him and make you believe that you were not deeply in love with him.

How did you both reach that conclusion? How did you both realize that you were both desperately in love with each other? Being alone, what that can be. One thing led to another and as the big drama queens you both were, you’d both searched for the other in a stormy night just to end up making out with your clothes on the floor.

But you needed to keep that a secret, mostly because neither of you could understand how you could be so fond of someone who’d constantly make you lose your temper. Because you’re so alike, stubborn and incredibly bossy.

Add to all of that, it’s Dick Grayson who we are talking about. He loves to make a big deal out of everything. But of course that’s only because he cares enough. Too much sometimes for your own convenience.

There were still a lot of things you despised about him. Like whenever he would always be wrong, even when he is right. Or the way he’d make you smile even if you had basically ended an argument.

The fact that at the end of the day, he was still a sweetheart.

But you had to hide it. Because you loved him. And who in this world understands love? You didn’t want anyone trying to explain it to you. You liked to figure it out on your own.

Besides hiding made it way much more interesting. It was a challenge. Even spiced things up in the relationship. You still hated him, to everyone else. And he still hated you. And sometimes you knew you both did hate each other, not pretending. So annoyed by each other’s presence because you’re both so equal yet so different.

And you were very good at hiding it. Even when you couldn’t quite keep your hands to yourself. You’d manage to keep up the hating relationship to a certain level where they wouldn’t even think you’d ever be in the same room alone.

Sometimes the arguments would go a bit too far, but you’d end up apologizing and making it up in bed.

Just like you probably were going to, now. Rachel was there, watching you both make an argument about how stupid having brunch and inviting Jason Todd, whom you were pushing to get into the group. He was a nice addition.

Rachel was sitting with her feet up on the couch, as she was watching some videos on her phone, ignoring you both. However, truth to be told, you had almost forgotten that Rachel was there and it had kind of turned into a real fight.

“I don’t want anything to do with Bruce Wayne, and Jason—Jason still has everything to do with him!” Dick yelled.

You closed your eyes, “Oh my God, Dick, you’re not— this is what all of this is about?”

Dick rolled his eyes. “No, but I… I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation. This is stupid–I…I am going home. Fuck Batman.”

You knew why this was happening, he saw himself in Jason Todd, he saw it too badly. But he saw a lot of things he never had had with Bruce and that bothered him, and that made Dick despise him even more.

And you were home, and you were supposed to stay at home. Sleepover with young Rachel, you guys loved those, they meant fun nights.

You watched Dick storm off and slam the door. You wondered if it was part of the act or if he really meant it. Dick didn’t know Rachel knew. You knew she knew.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You guys really hate each other don’t you?” Rachel asked you, she was going to stay the night.

“You’ve no idea.”

“But he didn’t mind about the brunch.”

You shrugged. “Thought he didn’t. But now he’s angry we are all spending it together like a big happy family.”

“Go, fix it, I’ll start the movie and you can come back later.”

Rachel, you knew, was probably very aware of the real situation, not because you’d told her but you couldn’t possibly lie to her, but she hid it from everyone else, knowing damn well you’d been hiding it for a reason.But you had never adressed it, and she had never asked about it. Maybe she didn’t know. You both were very convincing when it came to making everyone believe you hated each other.

So you did as she said, you followed after him to his car. You hopped in.

“I’m leaving.”

“I know,” you said. “You can start driving, I’m coming with you.” Dick stared at you. You pointed at the road.

He clenched his jaw but started the car.

“Go to Wayne Manor,” you ordered.

“Wayne—“

“Batcave, more specifically,” you added. He stared at you. You smirked, running your hand through his thgh, and you could easily see a bulge forming in his pants. “Fuck Batman, right?”

He started driving as fast as he could and you let your fingers walk down his leg.

“I’m not in the mood,” he snarled, but you looked down at the growing length.

“Seems like you are, though,” you pointed out, and you chuckled, leaning over to peck his cheek. He cleared his throat. But drove fast enough, you’d tease him, running your fingers through his arm, to his chest and to his leg, nowhere close, but enough to get him flustered.

The Batcave, it gave you such a challenge. It was incredibly hot, to think you were sneaking there. As soon as he hit the brakes, he turned to you and unbuttoned your blouse, as he jumped over you, kissing your lips and trailing his way down to your neck, you moaned closing your eyes. The way he kissed you was always a new experience.

“Wait– Dick,” you managed to say as he was already grinding against you, his hands pressing your breasts. He was sucking on your collarbone as you let out a soft gasp. “Want to piss off Batman more?”

His eyes, filled with fire turned to you, as he just shot an eyebrow up.

“Let’s go to the Batmobile,” and there’s a sound in your voice that made you sound even more into it than you actually were. If we were honest, you feared getting caught but, of course, it would make it a thousand per cent even more interesting.

And in no time, he picked you up and opened up the doors to it, setting you down. It’s smaller than Dick’s but it doesn’t matter, because with no further ado, Dick pulled down your underwear and he’s set between your tighs. He kept kissing you and his fingers pinched your breasts, you could feel his hot breath as he pulled the seat down, making it easier for both of you. The reducted space pulled you even closer. Your legs were snaking around him as he kissed from the space between your breasts to your stomach. You looked up and took off his shirt, clawing your nails into his back as you pulled him down to your lips. His own hands were caressing your legs, his fingers toying with you.

Your lips were focused on his neck now, trailing wet kisses over it, and your hands were going down to knead his ass, as he was grinding into you, causing friction to your core, as the bulge on his pants kept growing.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, as you were unbuckling his belt with desperation. You were in such an ecstasy as you accidentally hit a button. The car announced ‘error’ but you were too busy as his cock had popped out. His fingers grazed over your wetness as his tip teased your clit. He loved teasing you.

“Dickie, I–”

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I need you, now,” you pleaded and he finally thrust into you. He started panting as he started to move inside, finding a slow soothing rhythm. A smug smirk upon his face as you’re moaning his name. He was cursing profanities and then yelling your name. You see the car windows blurring up, as you try to keep yourself comfortable. Your hand found the window but you pulled it back down, leaving a mark of your fingers all over it.

He was fast and his fingers are all over you, edging you close each time he drew circles on your clit. And he loved seeing your face as you’re at your bliss, and he began slowing down his pace as his own back was arching. But he started to thrust even deeper, as your toes start to curl. You came first, but that was the cue he needed for his own high.his hot breath deep on your neck. He yelled your name in pleasure and then found your neck with his lips, peppering kisses all over it, just as he pulled out from you. Your chest was pounding as you watched him.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispered, causing a short laugh from you, catching your breath.

“For what? For helping you break the rules?” You grinned looking up at him, and he kissed your lips again.

“Making everything fun,” he laughed. “Did… did… you push any buttons?”

You turned to look at the board, embarrassed. “Maybe, a thing or two.”

And both of you heard footsteps.“Shit, shit, shit,” Dick pulled up his pants and buttoned your shirt back on, you both quickly ran out of the car and you hid on Dick’s backseat, as he tried to make himself presentable, but the sweat and his panting were not easy to hide.

It was Alfred. “Master didn’t know you were coming.”

Dick cleared his throat. “I was—“ he ran a hand through his hair. “I was just—going to check on some information regarding the—uh, case with Mikron O’Jeneus.”

Alfred stared at Dick’s car where you were holding your breath, praying to all known deities that he wouldn’t catch you.

“Alright ” Alfred nodded. “Whenever you get the chance, please send my regards to Miss Y/N, you and her seem to be close lately.”

Dick blushed and gulped. “We are—working together on the case, that’s all,” He assured him.

Alfred nodded. “Alright, master Grayson.”

When Alfred was gone, you both laughed in the car. He went to his place where round two happened, nothing wild, it was simpler and more romantic. Dick had managed to now make it more soothing, apologizing for his bitching attitude and smiling each time he kissed you. And that was the sweetheart you knew, it was fun, the vigilante and the dark Dick but then turning him into the beautiful thing he was. You loved him for both, both ‘Dicks’ were fun, and you knew you needed his lips, and you knew he meant it every time he said he loved you, because each time it was different and like hearing it for the first time.

And the morning had consisted of him peppering you with new kisses, he’d invent one each morning. It was a routine, making each kiss special each time you woke up by his side. As he managed to take your breath away with that smile that was reserved only for you. And you were lucky because he truly never smiled the way he did to you. And you were sure that nobody truly saw hi the way you did, as the blinds would let in the light so the sunlight bathed him and only him.

He had pecked all over your face, tickling you as he did. “You’re an idiot,” you stated, which was your way of telling him you loved him.

“I know,” he grinned, that was the way he said it back.

And he agreed to the brunch, at the end. But you both had to be careful, so when you arrived he dropped you a block away from it, the price you had to pay for wanting to keep your relationship private. He walked into the place first, and you found a place beside Kori.

You grinned as you said hello to everyone, and then you turned stiff when your eyes landed on Dick. “Grayson.”

“Y/L/N,” He didn’t even look up.

Jason Todd watched you both, “Please act decent,” he pleaded. “Don’t fight here.”

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are so annoying,” Gar pointed out.

Dick rolled his eyes. “We are adults, at least I’ll act like one, don’t worry.”

You flipped him off, rolling your eyes, as you stole from Kori’s mimosa, taking a sip.

“That’s mine,” she complained but ignored.

Rachel stared at you. “Hey, y/n, why didn’t you come back home last night?” She asked.

You almost spat your drink. “I did! You didn’t hear me and I woke up early for a run,” you lied.

“Are you sure?” Kori pushed. “Because Alfred told me he saw you and Dick at the manor.”

Dick laughed, nervously. “Why would I be with her at the manor?”

“I dunno,” Kori smirked. “Same reason as to why she’s wearing your sweatshirt?”

Both you and Dick froze.You stared down at your clothes, and you were indeed wearing a sweatshirt of his.

“Busted,” all of them said.

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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Perhaps the Dark Peachpig Au (bc hell yeah) with either Angst 47 or general 27? sounds like fun

It is pretty fun!

Used the last quote from this post

Angst 47. “Why is it so hard for you to believe me?” General 27. “You’re a bad liar, did you know?”

To say Pigsy was pissed was an understatement. He was absolutely fuming and shaking with rage, his knuckles becoming white from his fingers balling into fists. He made his way up his partner’s mountain with the monkeys staying clear of his path, watching him from the trees.

Memories flew in his mind that he couldn’t stop or control, it was overwhelming but it only fueled his anger.

Apparently his partner had forgotten to inform of the “little” detail that at one point, he used to be Zhu Bajie. Oh also, they were married! Oh heavens, they were married!

When the memories began hitting, he was confused, desperately trying to sort out his life with all he knew about Zhu Bajie. One thing was clear, he was going to have a thoroughly long talk with the other about the issue. And Sun Wukong was well Sun Wukong, he had to have known! There was no other explanation for the longing looks, the soft yet hesitant touches, the pained smile he thought the pig didn’t notice.

Why didn’t he tell him?

He thought they didn’t keep secrets from each other. After all, Pigsy spent time pouring his heart to the king about the private things in his life, his insecurities, his sadness, his anger, the high and the low, the embarrassing and the triumphant, everything.

And his partner had hidden the truth from him, a very important truth that he should have known from the start. He loved the king with everything he had.

Their relationship wasn’t a rebound for him anymore, it was pure love and he thought the king felt the same way since they both announced how they felt. And the king did love him, he did which made it hurt more, you don’t lie to someone you love.

He accessed the cave, thanks to the monkey giving him full permission to enter whenever he pressed, and looked around. “Wukong,” he called, foot tapping against the ground with arms crossed.

The other appeared in front of him with a fake smile. “Hey, babe,” he greeted.

Pigsy analyzed him, his eyes narrowed. “We need to talk.”

The king looked nervous before returning to a wide grin. “About? You know I’ll listen to anything you have to say, my lovely.” He placed his arms and tail around his partner’s waist in an attempt to distract from the conversation but Pigsy wasn’t buying it despite his pink face.

“I think you know what it’s about.”

“No? No, I don’t.”

“You’re a bad liar, did you know?” It was a stupid question.

“Know what?”

“That I’m Zhu Bajie’s reincarnation?”

Sun Wukong’s eyes softened, his teeth flashing as he lied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You okay? You sure you know what you’re talking about? Or are you getting old?”

He shoved his partner away. “I know what I’m talkin’ about! Don’t lie to me! I know I’m Zhu Bajie! How long have you known?”

He remained stubborn. “Again, no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yea, you totally have no idea what I mean. I can’t believe you lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie about anything.”

“Lied, kept it hidden, whatever! The point is you didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?” His chest tightened at the thought of the other’s dishonesty. “You should have told me from the start. Love… you should have told me. You should have been honest.”

The king snapped, "Oh yeah because YOU'RE a real bastion of honesty, right? Look I’m FINE with the setup we have right now, but if we're talking about ME keeping secrets at least have the decency to drop the act yourself. If you hadn't noticed, we're alone!" His teeth clenched together and his eyes shifted to the slightest shade of red.

Pigsy blinked. “What? What are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh, don’t pretend! Wasn't our whole relationship built off a lie? A lie that you loved me.”

“Babe, I do love you.”

At that, Wukong let out a roaring laugh, holding his stomach as he lurched, tears came to his eyes and he wiped it away with a flick. His expression became more serious. “Uh huh. Sure you do.”

“I do! I do love you!” Why did Wukong not believe he loved him?

“Really? Because wasn’t this whole thing just to get over Tang? Use me as a rebound because you were observant to notice I had feelings.”

He gasped. “You knew about that?”

“Obviously! I’m not stupid despite what you think. I could tell from the very beginning and you know what? I was fine with it. I was fine with being used because it meant I had you back in my arms and I could keep you safe. Yet time and time again when we were alone you started acting like you loved me. And for what? To keep up the act, to make me believe you were genuinely in love with me?”

“Wukong…” He swallowed, processing the words and what he could say in response. “It’s true. At the beginning I was using you to get over Tang. Key word ‘was’ but I fell in love with you. You always treat me well, you’re kind, smart, capable, you treat Xiaotian like you're your own kid, everything about you is…” An inappropriate memory from the past flashed through his mind, his cheeks reddened and his gaze drifted towards the ground. “Everything about you is wonderful.”

He looked up when he heard slow clapping from the other. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Wukong, what?”

“Good try. Really good try. You’re going to have to do better than that. You don’t have to lie anymore.”

“What is with you? Why is it so hard for you to believe me?”

“Let me fucking think,” he hissed and tapped a finger against his chin as if he had think long and hard about it. “The fact that I lost the love of my life then when I finally get him back, he doesn’t remember me or who he used to be and he’s only using me to get over someone else. Do you know how much that hurts? To know the person you loved more than anything in the world doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“Wukong, I do care about you.”

He reached a hand out only for the other to slap it away. “Don’t touch me,” he snarled, golden orbs now a deep crimson.

“Please, Wukong. Believe me.”

“Shut up, Pigsy! SHUT UP!” The yelling made him gasp and take a step back. “There is nothing to believe. Stop trying to convince me that you actually love me!”

“I love you. Wukong, cupcake…”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your cupcake or anything. The only thing I was to you was a rebound and I was fine with that! But then you had to keep pushing and pushing to keep a relationship built off lies! I don’t know why I let it happen! It’s not like you’re him anyway. Not exactly. You’re not my Bajie.”

“Well technically I am but I don’t want to be him completely. I’m not sure what I am but all I know is I just want to be with you.” He smiled honestly in the hopes his partner would believe him.

“Yea, sure. You totally want to be with me. Stop lying. I’m sick of it! I don’t know why I tried so hard to be with someone who isn’t even my husband anymore!”

“I am still your husband! Maybe I’m different but I still love you and I want to get married to you.”

The king cackled again. “Why would I get married to someone who doesn’t care about me?” The pig opened his mouth but the king cut him off with a glare. “Shut up! Just shut up, okay? Because I am done with this and I am done with us.”

He clasped his hands together to beg the other. “Wukong, please, sweetie, listen to me.”

“Why should I? I don’t deserve this. After everything, I don’t deserve this.” He turned his back to the pig, looking over his shoulder, his eyes continuing to glow scarlet. “I’m leaving for now and when I come back, you better be gone.” He shifted to a bird and flew off in a huff with Pigsy reaching out for him.

Pigsy kneeled on the ground, droplets falling that created small sounds. He sobbed. “Wukong…”

What should he do?

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #dark peachpigshipping #dark peachpig #peachpigshipping #peachpig #sun wukong #monkie kid wukong #monkey king #pigsy #my fic #philo/tiger responds

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hold out. (jj maybank)

here it is, the second part to hypersonic missiles ! the response to the first part was absolutely amazing, the support & love in this fandom is incredible & i just wanna say a huge thank you to all of you that take the time to like, reblog & comment, every single one means so much !! gotta admit im not loving this as in it's not my best work and kinda all over the place & half way through writing this i almost scrapped the whole thing to rewrite the full series with an oc bc writing as the reader was starting to get to me lol. but alas here it is & as always i hope u enjoy x

warning: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, violence etc

summary: after accidentally inserting herself into a treasure hunt with four teenagers, one of which could be considered her 'friend with benefits', y/n grubbs is left to deal with the complications and misfortunes that come along with it - including her ever-growing feelings for said 'friend with benefits'.

( gif isn't mine! please let me know if it's yours so i can credit you. )

If someone had told you a week before that you would lose your father, get your house raided by two men you had never seen before in your life, make friends with a group of teenagers, embark on a two hundred year old treasure hunt with said teenagers, and be hanging out with JJ Maybank every day and willingly, all in the space of one week; you'd have laughed in their face, asked them what drugs they were on and could you have some, and then laugh in their face again.

But alas, there you were. You still couldn't quite believe it, especially the JJ part. You'd had worries at first, like would the gang really want you involved, did they secretly hate having you around, were they just being nice and letting you in on this because your dad had died? All the doubts swirled in your mind, running around like clock-work, just ticking away constantly in the back of your head. Surprisingly, JJ had been the one you'd gone to about them.

"I just feel guilty," you'd said. It was after a day of riding around in John B's boat and using fancy hotels' WiFi, and 'borrowing' a drone from JJ's dads old workplace. His eyebrows furrowed when he looked at you, confused. "I mean, you guys have been friends for like, forever. And then I just show up and you conveniently find out about John B's dad and the treasure hunt on the same day when I'm there, and it's just like - I don't belong with you guys, it's your thing and I'm just kinda, here."

"You're part of this just as much as we all are," he'd told you, matter of fact. His body was angled to face you as you sat outside John B's self-proclaimed Chateau, a freshly rolled blunt being passed back and forth between the pair of you. "You need to stop doubting yourself, man. You're apart of us now."

The words had warmed your heart, an instant smile being spread on your lips as you looked at him through red-rimmed eyes. Underneath the setting sun, he looked almost angelic; his golden hair blowing in the slight breeze, tanned skin exposed due to the heat. You had pretended not to notice the tense of the muscles in his arms whenever your fingers brushed when you passed the juul between yourselves.

"You're too kind to me, Maybank," you'd grinned, boot-clad foot nudging his knee gently. "If I didn't know you so well I'd have thought you'd have ulterior motives."

"Who says I haven't?" He'd smirked back. You'd just smiled, teeth biting down on the plump skin of your bottom lip before you'd looked away from his burning gaze and focused your attention on anything, anywhere but JJ fucking Maybank.

You got along with the gang amazingly, you couldn't doubt that. Pope was the smartest guy you'd met, sweet and funny and passionate and so certain of what he wanted to do in life. Kiara, or Kie, as you'd come to call her, was very environmentally involved, almost too cool for the guys, you thought. She cared so much about so many things, and she had a great taste in music too. John B was a bit like you, you supposed. Fatherless, on the hunt for answers, things like that - but other than that he was a great guy, the makeshift leader of the little group, a little lost in life, but that was to be understood.

And then there was JJ. You felt most comfortable around the blonde, but that was kinda a given too, due to the fact you'd seen each other in your most vulnerable states that came with having sex rather regularly, something the other members of the gang didn't share. He was a spit-fire, always ready to throw a punch and fire threats at those who deserved it, head-strong and stubborn. But he was more so caring, God he cared so much for his friends, you'd discovered. He would do just about anything for them, whatever position that put him in. JJ put the gang before himself, always. You'd noticed all different types of things about JJ especially, little things you had never taken the time to notice before.

These little discoveries probably came from watching him too much, you'd thought one night. It was a bit of a problem, though you never mentioned it. The unspoken rule amongst the group was No Pogue on Pogue Macking, which basically meant everyone was off limits to each other. You understood the rule, Kie having been the only girl before you'd arrived on the scene amongst three guys, and after becoming apart of the gang you had no choice but to respect it - which also meant that JJ was off limits. But was he technically off limits when you'd already been there, so far past the line on macking with each other?

There was some sort of agreement between the two of you, that in order to make this work; your friendship with the Pogues, the hunt for the Merchant's treasure, that nothing could happen. You'd spoken briefly about it that first day, outside the lighthouse beside the Twinkie (John B's van, you'd learned had a nickname), we're cool, right? Pretend we haven't seen each other naked, conversation. It had been cut short, but it still happened. And the pair of you never mentioned it after that, a few off-handed comments here and there from JJ, but nothing specific. So you assumed yours and JJ's hook ups were off the table, and you had no idea why that had come to bother you so damn much.

On the day following your talk with JJ on John B's porch, he'd invited you to come along with him and Pope as they delivered groceries for Pope's dad, Heyward. You had almost said no, because really, you could probably do with a break from the Maybank boy, all the time spent with him was doing no favours for your little situation of Fighting Attraction While Hunting For Gold. That's what you were putting it down to in your mind anyway, too much time spent with the person you're sleeping with can begin to mess with anyone's head, and hey, maybe it was the fact that you were grieving and JJ was familiar - but you couldn't be doing with all these thoughts anymore.

Despite the angel on your shoulder urging you to turn his offer down, you'd said yes. But that was little to do with JJ and more to do with your mom and your current home situation, which was unbearable, to say the least. Your mother was barely speaking to you, as if she was scared of letting something slip if she did. In return, you shut her out, too. Told her lame excuses and empty lies when you were heading out with the gang, lying through your teeth when she'd asked where you were or where you were going.

Lana Grubbs wasn't a stupid woman, though, and you knew she knew you were up to something. But she hadn't mentioned anything outright yet, and so you hadn't said anything either. The hole your father had left was huge and gaping, evident in both your lives. You hadn't spoken about it yet, and you weren't intending to until she could be completely honest with you. You didn't want to hear anymore lies, and you were already on the path to discovering the full truth. On your own.

Her words echoed in your mind every time you left the house, voice small and gentle as she never failed to say the same thing. "Just be careful." You'd always look over your shoulder, and she'd never look back at you. She hadn't looked at you much at all since your dad had died.

It was after a certain drop-off of groceries, you'd joined JJ in his delivery whilst Pope had docked the boat and gone off to deliver his own, yours and JJ's strides matching as you walked the seemingly never-ending drive of the abnormally large house that loomed over you. The Kook part of the island never ceased to intimidate you, no matter how much you didn't want it to. There was something about it, the people that lived amongst it, that unsettled you whenever you entered it. Figure Eight wasn't somewhere you usually visited other than an odd job you'd picked up, and you were reminded why of that fact as you walked alongside JJ.

"Just think," he breathed, all starry eyed and parted lips as he gazed around the pair of you. "This could all be ours soon."

You snorted, bumping his side with your own. "Don't be melodramatic, JJ,"

"I'm serious!" JJ protested. His sea blue eyes caught yours when he turned his head to look at you head-on. The intensity of his stare almost made you stop in your spot, but you managed to carry on, gulping when his eyes continued to hold yours. "I'm sticking to my earlier statement, right, we're going to move here, and out-rich all these fuckin' Kooks."

"Out-rich?" You raised an eyebrow, lips quirking. "Your grammar is so adequate, Maybank."

"It's a word," JJ insisted, nudging your side with the point of his elbow. "Who the fuck uses words like adequate these days, anyway? I don't even think Mrs. Humphrey knows what that word means."

You laughed at the mention of your shared English teacher, the grey-haired, short, spectacle wearing woman immediately entering your mind. JJ grinned when he heard your laugh, dimples winking in his cheeks.

"Mrs. Humphrey can't even spell Wednesday," you giggled, JJ chuckling along with you as he nodded. "It's a wonder how that woman has been working there for like, eighteen years or something."

Your steps faltered as you neared the door to the house, pace slowing as you both basked in the time spent with each other, though neither of you would admit it. "She was probably a good teacher at first," JJ said thoughtfully, shuffling the groceries in his hands. (You tried not to notice the way his arms looked when he did that, muscles clenching and on full show with his cut-off tank.) "I bet each year another brain cell of hers just like, dies."

"Wouldn't surprise me," you nodded. "Mine would attempting to teach classes full of teenagers," rather dramatically, you shuddered. "Especially if one of those teenagers was JJ Maybank."

"Hey!" JJ shouted, though his grin proved that he found your jab amusing. You laughed along with him, bumping his side once more as you finally landed at the door, watching as he turned to you, expression trying to be serious and failing, rather horribly. "You better watch yourself, Grubbs. I'm serious here, I can be a pretty scary guy if need be, y'know."

You didn't doubt that, of course. You'd seen JJ in action with your own two eyes, you knew what he was capable of. But somehow, stood with you there, on the doorstep of some filthy rich Kook's mansion, groceries in hand, blonde hair shining golden in the sun, sun-kissed skin exposed to your wandering eyes, grin on pink lips; you couldn't imagine JJ Maybank hurting a fly.

"Trust me, I know." You'd said just as he knocked on the door, shooting you one last toothy grin before the door was opened and he was pulled into a conversation with the woman who'd answered it, talking about all things from the weather to the next semester at school. You watched him all the while, smile growing on your lips without your knowledge as you took him in, seemingly in his element as he sweet-talked the middle-aged woman inside the house. When he turned to you suddenly, you startled, broken from your thoughts and caught red-handed staring at him like some freak. He grinned, tongue wetting his pink lips at the same time you internally groaned.

"I was just saying, the groceries," he trailed off as he pointed to the bags in your hands in which you'd forgotten were even there. You let out an 'oh' as you quickly passed the groceries over to the waiting woman, shooting her an apologetic smile as she looked at you knowingly. JJ nodded his head in your direction, speaking once more to the woman, "New guys, huh?"

You glared at him as the woman laughed, perfectly manicured hand reaching beside her and grabbing hold of her purse, pulling a note out with her slender fingers. She held the note out to JJ, who immediately tried to turn it down, insisting there was no need, but the woman was unrelenting - sending a pointed look your way as she told him, "For your troubles, sweetie."

JJ picked the note from her hands, a gracious smile being sent to her as he nodded. "It's been a long day," he sighed heavily and your jaw almost dropped as you resisted the urge to reach out and slap his arm. What a fucker. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Ramirez. I really appreciate it."

The woman, Mrs. Ramirez, as you learned, nodded and waved a hand. "No bother, sweetie," she told him before turning her eyes back to you. You forced a smile as she simply eyed you up and down, before sending an obviously forced one of her own. "And thank you." She said curtly, and you were ready to give her a piece of your mind before JJ was grabbing your arm and dragging you in the direction of where you'd come from, shouting one last thank you over his shoulder as he walked you back towards the boat.

It was when you were a safe distance away that you shook your arm from his hold only to slap him gently on his own as you glowered, glare smouldering as he laughed, throwing his head back as he stumbled beside you.

"You're such an ass," you huffed as you tried to ignore his chuckling, speeding your steps. "I mean, she literally just tipped you a hundred dollars for showing up and smiling, I'm sure if I had a third leg down there I would have got the same treatment too."

"Are you jealous?" JJ asked, having to jog slightly to keep up your hurried pace. His smile was huge and infectious, and you made a point not to meet his stare when he landed next to you in fear of breaking your fake annoyed stance. "Maybe if you weren't too busy checking me out then you could have talked to her, and y'know, make a small fortune yourself."

You scoffed, whirling around and halting him in place. He almost stumbled into you, and you stepped back when his hands landed on your arms to steady himself, shaking his grip off almost immediately. "I wasn't checking you out," you told him, matter of fact.

JJ grinned and ran a hand through his hair as he replied, "Sure you were," he shrugged. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared, biting down on your tongue as you resisted your own smile as he motioned to his body from head to toe. "Not that I can blame you, I mean look at me."

"I've looked, JJ," your voice was low when you said it, a knowing tone to your words. "I've looked, and I've seen it all, in case you forgot."

A low chuckle slipped past his lips. "How could I ever forget?" He asked rhetorically, tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips as you tried not to follow the action with your eyes, and failed, miserably. "Trust me, that image is forever dented in my brain. I think of it, sometimes. Just randomly."

You rolled your eyes. And he's back, _you thought. _He never left, a voice at the back of your head piped up. You ignored them both. "C'mon," you said, already turning on your heel and starting off in the direction of where Pope had docked the boat. "Let's go get these deliveries finished."

The pair of you said nothing more for the rest of the duration of the short walk back, and when the boat was in your sights JJ was off running, more than likely eager to show off his one hundred dollar tip to Pope, as you idled, watching his back as he ran. When you finally landed in the boat, it was silent. You immediately picked up on the tension, heavy in the small space, and shot JJ a confused glance when he looked back at you.

Slowly, you made your way towards where the two boys were up at the front of the boat, Pope situated at the wheel. The dark skinned boy was staring straight ahead, refusing to meet either yours or JJ's eyes. When you looked to the latter, he subtly shrugged a shoulder, letting you know that he had no clue himself what was going on with his best friend.

"Pope?" You questioned softly. "What's wrong?" When there was no answer, you shared another glance with JJ, his concern shining in his blue eyes. You tilted your head as you went to ask him again, but when you did, your eyes caught on to the colour crimson that was slowly streaming down the side of his face. You gasped and JJ startled, chest bumping your shoulder as he tugged the cap from Pope's head, revealing the injury near the top of his head.

"Jesus!" JJ exclaimed when he caught sight of the wound, Pope swatting at his hands that held his hat, pulling it back down once JJ had let go. "What happened?"

"Rafe and Topper jumped me," Pope's voice was slightly wobbly as he informed you both, a tear sliding down his cheek as he recounted, "They said no Pogues on their side of the island."

Your blood began to boil just as JJ demanded, "What are you gonna do?" His own jaw clenched in anger as he looked at his best friend, beaten and bruised in front of him from the hands of some entitled selfish pricks that thought they were better than everyone because they had more money in their pockets. Rafe Cameron was a name that never failed to make you queasy at just the mention of it, and his little gang of followers including Topper Thorton were just as unbearable.

"I have something in mind." Pope spoke, voice and stance determined. And something he did, as he drove to Topper's new boat - and promptly swam over and removed the plug from it, causing the new model to sink into the water as you and JJ watched from Heyward's boat, keeping an eye out for anyone that may have spotted your trio.

And though it was bad, and you knew you probably shouldn't have taken part in such an activity, nor prompted Pope to either; you couldn't deny the rush it gave you as you watched Topper Thorton's boat begin to sink, and maybe it was the fact that you knew that Topper was a Grade A Asshole and deserved it, or maybe it was Pope's own unsure but excitable adrenaline that mixed with your own, or maybe it was just the fact that JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulder without a care in the world as he shouted his support to his friend, squeezing you to his side almost unknowingly, like it was some kind of instinct.

You thought, yeah, it probably was, as you immediately felt the loss of it when he moved to grab Pope in a hug. And then you thought, well shit.

There was a mutual share of disappointment when the gang had found just about absolutely nothing when you'd taken Pope's fathers boat out the next morning, drone ready and in hand to go hunt for the gold, where John B Routledge had marked down on the map it having been.

Granted, the Royal Merchant was there. It was just missing the one thing they were after - the gold was nowhere in sight, and the journey had been a complete waste of time. You thought it to be too good to be true, of course it had to be. Four hundred million in gold and you were expected to find it? There was no way, you thought bitterly as JJ steered the gang back to land, not one of you daring to speak as the disappointment crashed over you all in huge waves.

You'd departed with the guys not long after that, after promising Kie that you would accompany her to the annual summer movie night, making your way towards home. The bitter frustration ate away at your insides, you were mad, angry - fucking infuriated, each step the gang got closer to finding the gold, it was as if someone was stood in your path and shoving you all back another ten.

Had your dad really died for this? This seemingly never-ending hunt for promised gold that, for all you knew, could be complete and utter bullshit. You didn't understand it at first, when the pieces began to slot together, but it was like every time the chase got harder it made you want it even more; and then you understood your fathers fascination and Big John Routledge's obsession. This gold meant everything to you and the gang, and you knew, John B especially, would never give up on this chase.

"Hey, sweetheart," your mother called when you entered the house. The front door was still broken, only the screen in place, and was leaning against the wall as you maneuvered past it. Lana was sat at the couch, and when you walked in she'd shoved a box away from her, the lid laying haphazardly over the top. "I wasn't expecting you home so early."

You shot her a small and forced smile, shuffling your bag from your shoulder and onto the floor, landing with a soft thud. "Hey mom," you greeted back, noting her teary eyes and flushed cheeks. "What're you doing?"

When you arrived at the back of the couch, looking over her shoulder, you immediately recognised the box - Family Photos! _written atop _the cardboard.

"I was just looking through some old pictures," she told you, sniffling as she attempted to smile at you. "Just wanted to see his face again."

You nodded, your throat tightening at the mention of your dad. Reaching a hand up and wiping away her tears, she looked at you questioning, "Where have you been?"

"Just out," you said, bluntly and unconvincing. "Doing a few jobs here and there, y'know. Nothing exciting."

Lana hummed, quirking an eyebrow at you. "Mr. Phelps told me that he seen you with that Maybank kid the other day," she informed, your face falling for a millisecond as her words sunk in. She looked at you, tear-stained face and serious gaze, lips pulled to a thin line. "I told you to stay from those guys, Y/N."

"I was helping him deliver groceries, mom," you deadpanned - which wasn't exactly a lie, if that's when Mr. Phelps had spotted you. Most of your time spent with the gang was mainly off the land and away from prying eyes, whether that be on a boat or the Chateau, so you knew that was the safest bet of when you'd been spotted. "For Heyward's. It's not like I'm hanging out with him on purpose."

Lie, lie, lie. It was becoming alarmingly easy to lie straight through your teeth, and to your mother nonetheless, but you couldn't dare tell her anything, and why should you, when she hadn't told you anything? It took two to Tango, you thought.

"I just don't want you getting hurt," your mother reminded, and you let out a sigh as you nodded, faked closed-mouth smile on your lips. "I'm serious, Y/N, please just be careful out there."

"Always am," you promised (bull-fucking-shit). You turned on your heel, heading towards your room as you called over your shoulder, "I got invited out tonight, by the way. To the movie thing on the North Side. Is it alright if I go, please?"

You waited at your door, hearing your mother sigh from the couch. "Yes, you can go." You smiled, this one more real than all the rest, and thanked her gently. She didn't look back at you though, and the familiar unspoken tension was back with vengeance. You couldn't wait to get out of it.

The movie night was a welcome distraction from your frustrations with the treasure hunt, the haunting memories of your dad, and the tension with your mom. It was only you, Kie, Pope and JJ that attended - John B having seemingly disappeared for the day, none of the gang having heard from him. You'd managed to leave the house with relatively no questioning from your mom, and met JJ a little way down the block.

("Woah, keep two feet away from me please," you'd joked, halting in your tracks as you spotted him standing there. He'd furrowed his brows at you, frown etched on his face. "My cover's been blown, everyone knows about us!

He just looked even more confused, eyes squinting down at you as you raised a hand and layed it across your forehead dramatically. "What'd you mean?" He questioned, eyes darting around, seemingly searching for answers in the air around you both. "What, do people know we sleep together or something?"

You'd rolled your eyes, shoving him gently when you were close enough, beginning to walk away. "No, you doof," you chuckled. "Mr. Phelps ratted me out to my mom, told her that he saw us together the other day. I had to tell her that we were just delivering groceries for Pope's dad."

"Ah," JJ nodded, shooting you a mischievous grin. "We better go into hiding then, I'm thinking... log cabin in the mountains, all fur sheets and deer heads on the walls, ooh a hot tub too."

You laughed, "Trying to whisk me away there, Maybank?"

You were joking, but his eyes were surprisingly serious as he looked at you. "Always, Grubbs.")

The field was already packed full of people by the time the four of you arrived, groups of people scattered around, idle chatter filling the air. It was being held on the Kook side of the island, and your eyes swooped over the people, most of them being Kook's themselves, expensive clothing and an aura that just screamed, I'm better than you. It made you feel uneasy, but you tried not to think about it as Kiara led you through the crowds.

"I'm so glad they're still doing this," she tells you all, sighing happily. The faces of the guys revealed they were not nearly as happy to be there as she was, while you were simply just glad to be out of your house once again. "Keep calm, carry on. Back to normal, OBX life, y'know?" She stopped once she found a decent spot, turning to the three of you. "Aren't you guys glad I made you come?"

"Ecstatic." Pope deadpanned, sarcastic lull to his tone.

"My couch was pretty comfy." JJ piped up.

"I'm just happy to be out the house, I guess." You said.

You were aware why the guys were so uncertain about being there; it wasn't so long ago that Pope was sinking Topper Thorton's boat, you and JJ accompanying, and now you were all on his side of the island. Not only that, but you knew that if Topper was to discover that it was Pope who'd done his boat in, it wouldn't just be Topper that confronted him - it would be the full Happy Days Gang. Nothing was ever a fair game when it came to Kooks.

Kiara excused herself to go buy soda's from the conession stand, and you shifted as you seated yourself on the blanket you'd bought, having opted out of bringing a chair. You sat in front of JJ, his legs touching your back.

"What's wrong with you guys?" You turned your head when Pope and JJ began to whisper, the former's panicked eyes landing on you as you frowned at the pair.

"Topper and Rafe are on my ass," Pope revealed. "They know I sunk Topper's boat."

You sighed heavily, muttering a shit as JJ grabbed his friend by the arm, focusing his attention towards him. "They can't prove it, okay. Just deny, deny, deny."

Pope nodded along, muttering along with him as you watched the pair, before your eyes moved to Kie that arrived back, her eyes narrowing as she seated herself beside Pope. "Just saw Rafe," she informed, your blood running cold. You could practically feel JJ tense from behind you. "He said, and I quote, 'Tell your boy we know what he did'. What is that?"

"Um, where is he?" JJ questioned, his tone of voice revealing his hidden anxiety.

"Right there." Kiara nodded her head, right in the direction of where Rafe Cameron and his goons sat, as you, Pope and JJ whipped around, Pope practically turning his full body in their direction. You groaned as JJ desperately urged him to turn back round, and away from their taunting eyes.

"The whole death squad!" Pope exclaimed, anxiety riding off of him in waves.

"Don't stare, bro," JJ urged, hand wrapping around Pope's shoulders. You tuned out the rest of the blonde's words as he informed you all that he'd be coming out swinging if they were to corner him, and you felt dread build as you heard his last words. "If that doesn't work, I got this right here." He patted his bag.

"JJ, please tell me you did not bring a gun here," Kie practically begged. "JJ, there are kids!"

You focused your attention straight ahead of you as the guys continued to argue; Pope simply telling Kie that it might go down to her line of questioning, her brown eyes darting back and forth between you all. You refused to meet her eyes, however, and were glad when the large screen ahead of you suddenly lit up. "Oh, look," you exclaimed, laughing nervously. "The movie's starting."

And it was left at that - JJ whispering deny, deny, deny to Pope once more before you all turned your attention to the screen, trying to block out the intruding thoughts of having the knowledge that the gang of Kooks were staring you down, awaiting your next move like a predator would its pray.

All was going fine - the movie was good, everyone's attention on the black and white screen. You tried not to think about Rafe and Topper, or the gold or your dad, and definitely not the feel of JJ's legs either side of you, trapping you into his hold. You let yourself believe that everything would be okay, and then Pope had revealed he needed a piss, and everything had gone to shit.

JJ had accompanied him, and the two had set off behind the screen, hidden away from Rafe's watchful eyes. They hadn't done a good enough job to be discreet though, and you immediately took notice of Rafe, Topper and Kelce making their way towards the opposite side of the screen. You swore, catching Kie's attention as she questioned, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Looks like that piss break just got a lot more complicated," you said, and realisation dawned on her face. It didn't take the pair of you long to locate the guys, all in various forms of fighting, as you and Kie screamed at them to stop. You grabbed Rafe's arm mid-swing, his fist raised and ready to send a hit to JJ's face from where Kelce had hold of him. "Stop it, you dick!"

You let out a scream as you were sent flying back from his shove, Rafe's blue eyes wild and crazed as he glared down at you. "Stay out of this, Grubbs!" He barked, and without a moments hesitation sent a fist hurling towards JJ's cheek.

Kiara had jumped on Topper's back from the small distance away from you, and you took a moment to ready yourself before hurtling towards Rafe from your crouched position, tackling him to the ground from his knees, effectively stopping his blows. He seemed stunned for a second, staring dazed up at you before he promptly threw you off of him, shoving you to the ground without a care. "Don't fucking touch me," he growled down at you, and you groaned slightly as the wind was knocked from you.

You heard JJ from somewhere above you, shouting insults at Rafe and repeating your name over and over. You lifted yourself from the ground just as Topper puts Pope in a headlock, his tight grip causing the dark skinned boys breath to leave him in choked gasps. You shoved at Rafe's back once more, sending him stumbling forward before he whipped around, hand reaching out and grabbing you by the face, tugging you so you stood nose-to-nose with him.

"I said," he ground out darkly, eyes boring into yours. "Don't fucking touch me."

You were beginning to fear what would come next before a sudden glow caught your eye from the side, the movie screen lighting up in harsh flames. Rafe dropped you, your hands moving to rub over the imprint he'd left, as you looked towards where Kie stood, JJ lighter in hand. Screams of terror echoed from the other side, as people began to flee, and it didn't take long for the three Kooks on your side to follow, sprinting quickly from the scene. Fucking cowards, you thought.

JJ's hands were on you before you could even blink, eyes earnest and worried as they looked over you, your cheeks red from the earlier grip Rafe had on you. "You good?" He asked you, slightly out of breath. You nodded, repeating the question to him. He smiled lightly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good."

The night had ended promptly there, Kie dropping you off at your respected houses. You'd bid them all a good night, and as quietly as possible made your way into your home, not wanting your mother to see the marks imprinted on your face from Rafe's fingers. Luckily, she'd already been in bed, and it didn't take long for you to crawl into yours, thoughts of the day and a certain blonde running through your mind.

The next morning you'd met the gang (save for John B, who was still seemingly missing) at the Heyward's store; your morning had been spent desperately trying to hide the red marks that Rafe's fingers had left from your mom before she could notice and ground you in your room for the rest of your life. It had a been a success for the most part, and she asked no questions as you left the house, though you took note of her uncertain expression as you bid your goodbyes.

"Have you heard from John B?" You asked Kiara who was working closest to you. You had realised the brunette boy was missing from the group upon your arrival, and you couldn't help the worries in your mind at where he could be or what could have happened to him.

"No, nothing. Have you?" She returned the question, brown eyes meeting yours as you shook your head no, a short sigh falling from her lips. "Neither have the guys. What're you thinking?" Kiara eyed you, gaze suddenly sullen. "Do you think something's happened?"

"I don't know, Kie," you told her because honestly, you didn't. John B had a target on his back, that much was for sure. Son of Big John, once owner of the proclaimed death compass. Your mind thought back to the two men that had raised your home, and chased the guys on more than one occasion, and you couldn't help but think the worst. "I'm sure he's fine, though."

Kiara nodded, though she looked anything but sure. "Yeah, you're probably right." The pair of you continued on with your respected work, JJ's and Pope's voice trailing from somewhere in the store as they talked. "You're working Midsummers, right?"

You groaned, nodding. Kiara laughed at your sour expression. "Oh yeah, second year running. To be honest, I'm surprised they let me work it after last year, my customer service must be better than my right hand hook," you joked, chuckle escaping your lips as you thought back to the Midsummer's party the year before. Your dad had gotten you the gig, because he was a weasel like that - always talking people into getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was the gas bill to be paid, and his face just didn't fit the portfolio to be serving Kook's their drinks at their fancy party, and so it had left left to you to do just that.

The night had ended with Dean Kipp on his ass after his hand had fallen on your ass, and you'd been let off with a warning as the guy clutched his bloody nose and called you everything ranging from psycho bitch to slutty pogue. Your surprise was immense when you were offered a job again this year, and a large amount of the reason you'd said yes was just so you could see the look on his face when he saw you.

"He totally deserved that," Kiara remarked, grinning. You smiled back, the pair of you sharing a laugh as you returned to your work.

For a second, you let your worries wash away as you were pulled into a conversation with the gang, your spirts high for the first time in a while. You were happy, you realised. What had started off as being the worst period of your life was slowly turning into the best, the gang and treasure hunt a blessing in disguise. The four of you shared laughs and joked back and forth as you worked, and you found yourself to be perfectly content.

All that came crashing down when Pope's father entered the shop, police officer trailing behind him. "Hey, Pope! There's someone here to see you."

You stopped dead-on, the rest of the gang halting in their movements as you all stared towards the officer you recognised as Shoupe. "Evening, officer." Pope greeted, gulping.

"I have an arrear warrant for felony destruction of property," Deputy Shoupe approached your group, handing the said warrant to Pope's dad. From beside you, JJ tensed, and when you turned to look at him, his blue eyes glanced down at you, freshly beaten face pulled into an anxious grimace as his jaw clenched. Shoupe had gotten remarkably closer, hands reaching for the handcuffs placed on his belt. "Hands where I can see 'em."

Pope glanced desperately towards JJ, who shook his head quickly, his words, though unspoken, clear as day. Deny, deny, deny. But denying wasn't going to get Pope out of handcuffs, you decided as you stepped forward, tone pleading as you demanded, "Stop, you can't just do this!"

"Out of my way please, Miss Grubbs," Shoupe dismissed you, sounding almost bored as he shoved past you, beginning to handcuff Pope who can do nothing but allow it to happen, his anxious eyes focusing on one spot as reality began to sink in.

"What did he do, Shoupe?" Mr. Heyward questioned in disbelief, watching as his son was getting arrested in front of his very eyes.

"Take a look at the warrant," the cop said simply as he begun to tug Pope out of the store.

It was chaos. Everyone was shouting, demanding answers and hurling insults. JJ is screaming something about somebody paying him, Kiara is in your ear asking what the hell was going on, Mr. Heyward is hurtling questions towards both his son and Shoupe. Passbyers stared at the scene, whispering to each other as they walked by or stopped to watch. Everything blurred together, and you could do nothing but watch the scene unfold in front of you.

Those fucking assholes, you thought. Topper Thorton came to mind, tan skin and bleached ends, million dollar smile and designer clothes. You remembered his wild gaze as he held Pope in a headlock the night before, close to almost killing him. And yet he was off somewhere doing god knows what, probably shopping for a new boat to replace the one he'd lost, not that he probably cared all that much about it in the first place. Rafe Cameron's eyes entered your mind next, and you felt a shudder run through you as you remembered them boring into yours as he held your face frighteningly tight and close to his own.

JJ's voice was suddenly breaking through your stream of thoughts - "It wasn't him!" He was calling out, eyes directed on Shoupe who paused and turned toward him, Pope's face disbelieving from behind him. "It was me."

It sunk in then what JJ was trying to do, and you whirled around from his left, quickly shaking your head as you muttered, "JJ." He ignored you however, and stepped forward towards where the officer was standing, Pope still in his arms.

"He tried to talk me out of it," JJ continued. "But I was mad because he had just been beaten up, I was sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit." He was stood directly in front of Shoupe, almost boot-to-boot. You couldn't see his face from where you were, and you were almost thankful for the fact as you heard him direct his words to Pope, "I can't let you take the fall for what I did. You've got too much to lose."

"JJ, what are you doing?" Pope demanded. His face was confused, just as much in shock as the rest of you. For a second, his eyes leave JJ's and land on yours, a shaky breath leaving your lips as his eyes were practically pleading.

"I'm telling the truth, for once in my goddamn life, I'm gonna tell the truth," JJ announced loudly. "I took his old man's boat, too."

"What the hell?" Mr. Heyward questioned, though nobody paid him any mind. Your gaze was too focused on the unfolding scene of JJ Maybank taking the fall for something he most definitely do, and you could do nothing but watch it happen.

Your heart finally shattered when JJ's last words entered your ears, "He's a good kid. You know where I'm from."

He only looked back once as he was put into the handcuffs that previously held Pope, and that wasn't until he was shoved in the back of the police car and the door was slammed behind him. You walked closer towards it, hand on Pope's back as he watched his best friend get arrested for something he'd done, and you both knew it. When JJ glanced up and out of the window, bruised face clear behind the glass, his sea blue eyes caught yours and then he smiled.

The fucker.

You could only watch helplessly as the police car was driven away and out of sight, Pope throwing his cap down in a fit of anger as he stormed off, his dad calling after him, Kie landing to your right. The dark haired girl wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tugging you to her side gently.

"JJ'll be alright," she told you, voice confident though her face read anything but as she glanced in the direction the car had been driven off. "He always is."

But what, a voice in the back in your head nagged at you, if this time he wasn't?

And then it dawned on you: you actually really, generally, sincerely and whole-heartedly cared about JJ Maybank.

(And the thought scared you more than you would ever like to admit.)

& to the lovely people that asked to be tagged in this, love you all x @ponyboys-sunsets @mysticsthinking @danicarosaline

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Fourteen

A/N: I hope this clears any confusion from the last chapter and also wanted to mention that Reader’s confrontation with Poe in THIS chapter (there will probably be another one later) is not too intense as she’s in a lot of pain and lost a lot of blood! This is a little bit short simply bc I wanted these interactions to be their own chapter and didn’t want Reader suddenly healed with a time skip in this.

Rating: M

Warning: Blood. Naughty words. Mentions of sex. Mentions of an injury.

Word count: 1,965, apparenly!!

Summary: Leia talks to Poe and he comes to you looking for forgiveness that doesn’t exist.

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GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine.

Tags: @marvelous-revengers @the-lady-of-stars @jxhn-mxrphy @ella-solei @chloe-skywalker @itsamedeemoney @shakespeareanwannabe @mxrvel-fxnxtic @peachdameron @ladyflyer20

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Poe was in the same position every time Leia passed back and forth down the corridor outside the basic medbay to check on your status; seated on a battered, secondhand bench with his head in his hands.

When a med droid reported to her that your wound was closed and you were stable, she had water and a cloth the next time she went into the hallway.

She didn’t continue to walk past Poe, though, and sat on the bench next to him. “Look at me.”

He lowered his hands, but didn’t look up, and Leia put her fingers under his chin to lift his head to her.

The blood on his face from where his head had been resting in his hands was dry now, and she had to scrub a little harshly to take it off his skin.

All he did was stare emptily, compliant as she soaked the cloth and moved onto his hands.

“She’s fine, but I need you to tell me what happened.” She knew Poe was perfectly capable of cleaning this off himself, but this was a way of offering comfort to a man who pretended he didn’t need any.

“Hux set everything up to bring us there...and he stabbed her.” He had always been a terrible liar and he wasn’t necessarily telling a lie as much as leaving out necessary details.

“Poe. The stab wound was about a millimeter away from killing her instantly, but that’s not what concerns me. What worries me is that if you brought her in a minute later, she would have lost too much blood to be saved. I need you to tell me everything.” The answer could have been simple; Hux stalled them from leaving right away or maybe the mission was farther away than she thought it was, but she could sense Poe hiding something.

“You wanna know everything?” Bitterness entered his voice.

Leia set aside the cloth to listen to what he was going to tell her.

“We were arguing...and she said she wished Hux had killed her because that was my fault, you know, when they first brought her in they were giving me a choice between letting her die or letting her be tortured. I told them not to kill her and it’s all my fault she was tortured. She walked away right into Hux and he was going to slit her throat unless I put down my blaster and promise we wouldn’t plot against the First Order. I thought he let her go like that.

“But then she fell and I...stared. I stared at her bleeding there on the ground like an idiot then when I finally jumped into my training, it was only because I was looking at a colleague dying because I’ve been trying to push her away so much that I didn’t even acknowledge it was her there. When I finally did, I still didn’t do a damn thing. I managed to stop being a dick long enough to get her back here.”

“Have you expressed to her that you feel guilty or have you only been arguing with her?”

He looked away.

“Y/N was crying to me about how you weren’t yourself and you wouldn’t talk to her about what happened, you know. You’re all she cared about in this.”

“She doesn’t care now. She hates me now.”

“I believe you mentioned something about trying to push her away?”

“I didn’t want to hurt her more than I already have with...me.”

She gripped onto his chin gently like the time you had cried to her, though her touch did not match her next words, “Grow up and pull your head out of your ass, Dameron. No one here is going to judge you for whatever’s been hurting you since you escaped, especially Y/N who’s been hurting for herself and for you. Pushing her away isn’t going to solve anything. Look what it nearly did to her. Set your stubbornness and pride aside and tell her. I’m sure she doesn’t hate you, but I can guarantee she’s hurt by you. Did you really think pushing her away would hurt her less than being with her?”

He watched her pick up the dish of pink water as she stood.

“You’re a good man, Poe, but you can be a stupid one, too. Talk to her when she wakes. And change your shirt.”

Leia left and Poe looked down at his blood-stained shirt having not realized how terrifying he looked at the moment.

His general was right, as always.

Though there was one thing she had gotten wrong despite what many people — and you, once — believed.

He was not a good man.

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There was only the briefest second when you woke up that you couldn’t remember what happened or where you were now.

Then you quickly became aware of the dull sting in the middle of your back and you remembered Hux, the dagger sliding into your flesh, grabbing onto Poe in your confused desperation, and then…

You must have passed out then.

Your lips twitched into a small smile as you remembered the beautiful dream you had of Poe; no matter how much you tried not to care about him, it was nice to see emotion in his features even in a dream.

It was the new Poe you didn’t want anything to do with.

You were perfectly capable of separating the two and still missing the old Poe you knew.

Turning your head slightly, you saw Leia sitting at your bedside with a relieved smile on her face to match your dreamy one.

“It’s good to see you awake, Y/N.”

“I had this...really wonderful dream…”

Your smile dropped when Poe walked into the room with his head held low in a shirt not covered in blood. When his solemn eyes met yours, you knew it hadn’t been a dream.

Seeing the Poe you knew had made you happy and now...now...shouldn’t you be happy?

Poe was here with you again and you should’ve been thrilled, but instead you found yourself angry.

Dreams were different.

He’d never hurt you in your dreams and thinking you had seen him again instead of your usual nightmares had been blissful.

But in reality? When you had begged and pleaded, when you had sobbed in his lap and he used that opportunity to have sex that meant nothing to him?

You didn’t want his sad eyes or his pitying gaze as you laid there.

Leia noticed your cold stare over her shoulder and glanced back, standing when she saw Poe to give the two of you privacy. She patted him on the hand as she walked by him. Part of you was angry she was on his side, but you didn’t think she knew what had transpired between the two of you.

“Y/N—”

“Go away.”

“Please, baby, listen—”

“Baby? You have no right to refer to me with any sort of pet name. I’m not yours. You made sure of that when you acted like I was nothing more than good sex.”

Tears were swimming in Poe’s eyes as his own foolishness was presented to him, raking a hand through his hair. “I know that. I know. I was trying to push you away because I was scared of opening up...of hurting you more than I already have...and then I saw you and there was all this blood and I—I realized—”

You cut him off with a bitter laugh that might have been a bit tearful. “I am so glad I had to almost die for you to realize you give a shit about me.”

Words said that harshly made your muscles move in ways they shouldn’t have and you flinched and whimpered softly at the twinge in your back; the pain meds were probably wearing off.

Poe moved to the bed in an instant, reaching out to try laying you down then deciding against it, his hands falling to his sides.

“Try not to move too much, okay?”

You stayed quiet, tears falling from your eyes at both the physical and emotional pain.

“Look, look...Y/N…” He took a chance and grabbed onto your hand tightly, falling to his knees by the side of the bed.

“Poe.” You turned your head to stare at him.

“I didn’t mean what I said. Not about us and never about you. I need you to forgive me. I hate myself for what I did.”

“I don’t have to forgive you just because you feel bad.”

Poe paused, his expression turning resigned. “I know.”

You pulled your hand out of his and watched him awkwardly stand.

“What did you think was going to happen here? That you could waltz in here and tell me you didn’t mean anything and it would make all the pain you put me through go away? I gave everything to you and you acted like I wasn’t good for anything more than fucking because you were afraid. That doesn’t stop hurting with a few tears from you.”

“I’m sorry. Can’t you tell me how to fix it?”

“Go back in time and don’t break my heart like you did.”

Poe looked at you, then away, nodding slightly. You were in obvious pain from the argument and he might not have been able to go back in time to fix what he’d done, but he could do his best not to hurt you now.

Even if that meant leaving you alone for right now, giving you space to heal from your wound and his false cruelty.

He berated himself for ever being stupid enough to think hurting you was helping anything, but he wasn’t owed your forgiveness simply because he was angry at himself.

Your forgiveness was something he was going to have to earn and he knew that even with his fucked up brain as it was.

“I’m gonna tell one of the med droids that you need more medication, okay?” You didn’t respond to his gentle words and he opened his mouth to apologize again, but his words were empty to you.

Words didn’t mean a damn thing after the way he treated you.

He looked at you, then told one of the droids about your needs as promised on his way to the hallway.

BB-8 rolled straight into his feet presumably to visit you and quickly started to roll away when he saw it was Poe standing there.

He didn’t even look back when Poe called out to him, beeping things about mean and angry.

You weren’t the only one he’d hurt in his attempts to push everyone away to keep them from seeing how broken he was, from hurting them with his pain and his selfishness.

But with Beebs there were certain things he could do to be forgiven when he made him angry.

Part of him didn’t think you’d ever forgive him for what he did.

Part of him didn’t blame you.

He was going to try his damnedest to make it up to you.

He owed it to you to try even if his efforts were never enough to heal what he’d done.

First he’d sentenced you to months of torture at the hands of the First Order then when you were finally free and full of hope, he’d dashed it with his idiotic coldness.

Could someone make up for hurting another person that much?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot of things, but he was going to try fixing this if it meant going to the ends of the galaxy for you.

And though he knew you would probably never forgive him, he hoped that by some miracle you would at least consider it.

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

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stevesnailbat · 4 years

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waiting for (another) girl like you | steve harrington x wheeler!reader

summary: Steve didn’t plan on falling in love with his ex-girlfriend’s little sister, but shit happens.

warnings: angst, past trauma, self-doubt, mentions of death

word count: 2.3K

a/n: this fic was inspired by the ST1 scene where Steve and Nancy were in his bedroom bc waiting for a girl like you by foreigner is one of my favorite songs at the moment and it played during that scene. it might be a little dumb but i enjoyed writing it so enjoy! also the gif used isn’t mine, it’s from google :)

It wasn’t unusual for the Wheeler household to have family dinner on Sunday with the whole family and the kid’s boyfriends and girlfriends. Most of the time, the dining room was filled with happy chatter amongst everyone at the table. The table was still happy for the most part, but it was different for Steve and Y/N this time.

Steve wasn’t sure what was wrong, but Y/N had been dead silent since they started dinner. He felt like he had done something, but he wasn’t sure what it was. She could feel him glancing over to her every few minutes as she stared at her half-eaten food that she lost interest in. She knew he was confused but so was she.

“Y/N, are you alright? Aren’t you hungry, sweetie?” Karen asked from across the table, making everyone look in her direction.

“I’m—I’m fine! I’m really not hungry, that’s all.” she replied quickly, giving her mom a small smile even though she knew she could see right through it.

Her mom gave her a knowing look before turning back to Holly, who was tapping her shoulder frantically. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look up at Steve, but she knew he was still looking down at her. She nearly winced when his hand reached for her thigh, giving her a comforting squeeze as he finally looked away. It was killing him that he didn’t know what was wrong, but he didn’t want to start something in the middle of a family dinner that could potentially end poorly.

The only thing on Y/N’s mind during dinner was Steve and Nancy, and the fact that she felt like a second pick to her sister in anything and everything. It was enough to make her appetite go away. She couldn’t look at him or her sister without feeling sick, her stomach tying itself into a tighter knot with every minute.

The rest of dinner felt like it took an eternity, and she only stared at her plate for the rest of the time. Steve tried to carry on a conversation with Jonathan while dinner finished up, but Y/N’s sad demeanor was distracting. She was the first to leave the dinner table, excusing herself without letting anyone know. She rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom she shared with Nancy, sliding her back down the wall to sit on the floor next to the toilet.

For the first time all night, she let out a quiet sob. Her thoughts made her dizzy and she felt like she couldn’t see straight, purely out of anger and spite. She knew she didn’t have much of a reason to be so upset, but the thoughts of Steve settling for her had been eating away at her mind for days.

A small knock on the door made her jump as she choked on another sob, her full attention going in that direction.

“Y—Yes?” she said, trying to make herself sound as put together as she could in the situation.

“Y/N, it’s me.” Steve said from the other side of the door, his ear on the door to hear her. “Can I come in?”

“No! Don’t!” she yelled, blocking the door handle quickly as she heard him sigh in frustration. “I—I think you should just go home, Steve. I don’t feel good right now.”

“You felt fine earlier, seriously, Y/N. What’s wrong?” he insisted, but got radio silence in reply. “Well, if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just wait out here until you decide to let me in.”

“S—Steve, just go home, please.” she whimpered, leaning against the door as she spoke through it.

“I told you, I’m not going home! I’m not leaving you when you’re upset, even if you won’t tell me what I did wrong.” he said, settling down on the floor outside of the bathroom. “I’ll wait for you, even if it means I’m out here all night.”

In that moment, she hated how good of a boyfriend Steve actually was. She felt like she was punched in the gut when he suggested that he did something wrong but couldn’t figure out what it was because she knew he was eating himself alive about. She didn’t really know why she was even mad at him, but she couldn’t help it. Steve truly was wracking his brain for any small details of what he could’ve done wrong in the last day, but couldn’t think of anything. On one side of the door, Steve listened to his girlfriend struggling to hold back sniffles and small sobs. On the other side of the door, Y/N was listening to the words for Waiting for a Girl Like You replay in her mind.

Minutes turned into an hour as they sat on the floor, neither of them daring to acknowledge the person on the other side of the door. Jonathan and El were gone by this point and Mike was in the basement while Karen was trying to get Holly to bed finally. Nancy walked up the stairs to see Steve leaned against the bathroom door, a feeling of guilt running through them both.

“She won’t come out.” Steve sighed when Nancy gave him a sympathetic smile.

Nancy only shrugged when he looked in her direction, not wanting to upset the girl on the other side of the door who was listening intently. Steve ran his hand through his hair and leaned his head against the door as Nancy walked into her bedroom, listening for any sign of Y/N wanting to come out.

“Y/N, please. I just want to talk! We can talk, right?” he pleaded.

“We can talk right here.” she said bluntly as she stared at the wall in front of her, not wanting him to see her tear-stained cheeks and red eyes.

“No, please, baby.” he begged, reaching up for the door handle but stopping himself from trying to open it. “I want to see you, I can’t understand what’s going on unless I can talk to you face-to-face.”

The other side of the door was silent for a moment while Y/N thought about what to do next. She knew how stubborn Steve was, and she knew he wasn’t giving up any time soon. It was useless for her to tell him to leave again, even though she was afraid to tell him how she really was feeling. But, she pushed past her doubts and opened the door, curling up into herself as she did to hide her face.

“I can talk to you face-to-face if you won’t look at me.” Steve joked, nudging her arm softly. “Please look at me. What’s going on?”

“It’s stupid.” she mumbled. “It’s just a bunch of bullshit.”

“W—What?” Steve stammered, taken aback by the word bullshit being muttered to him by another Wheeler sibling.

“This! It’s stupid! Pretending like I don’t think about you dating Nancy? Pretending like I believe that you love me? Pretending like everything’s okay?” she said, finally looking up at him as she threw her arms in defeat. “Do I look like everything’s okay?”

“No—No, you don’t. But I—“

“Are you over Nancy?” she asked abruptly, watching him cautiously.

“Of course I am!” he said immediately, making her sigh in relief that he didn’t take a second thought.

“Do you still love her?” she questioned, the words harder to force from her throat this time.

“No. No. I don’t.” Steve said desperately while staring at her as she stared blankly at the wall in front of her, emotionless. “I love you.”

“Today when we were on the way to my house for dinner, that—that Foreigner song that I love was playing, Waiting for a Girl Like You. I was trying to remember who showed me the song, but I just—I just couldn’t remember for the life of me. But then, you turned the radio station and I saw the look on your face. You looked sad, like someone had just killed a puppy in front of you.” she began, not daring to look at him as she spoke. “That’s when it clicked, Nance showed me that song two years ago. She played it every damn day after things were good again.”

“Y/N, I don’t—“ Steve started, but she held her hand up to cut him off.

“I want to finish, Steve.” she sighed and he nodded quickly, recoiling against the wall. “That was the song you played for her when you guys—you know—did whatever on that night she snuck over with Barb. She was so in love with that song because it was so special for you guys, she told me that she’d never stop listening to it. But—But she did stop. And when she did was when she realized she fell out of love with you. But you—you never fell out of love like she did. You loved her until the end and—and you hate that song because you think that maybe there’s a possibility that you still love her, not me. I was just the closest thing you could get to her.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh under his breath as he shook his head. As much as he wanted to deny it, she wasn’t completely wrong. He didn’t realize that he had continued laughing until he looked up to see the broken expression on his girlfriend’s face.

“Why are you even laughing right now?” she asked, shaking her head as she watched the small smile fall from his face.

“Because—I don’t know, honestly. Maybe because you’re halfway right?” he said, not knowing the answer to his own question. “But, not about still being in love with Nancy, of course. I don’t love her and I haven’t for a while now. I do hate that song, though. But it’s because it reminds me of the last time that my life was good.”

The words bit into her heart like a goddamn demogorgon, hungry to hurt her in any way possible. Steve didn’t mean it in the way that she took it, though. She could tell he didn’t by the look on his face, so she stayed quiet while he paused to take a hitched breath.

“It was that night that I thought my life was on the up and up, but it really wasn’t. It went to shit after that day. We—we killed Barb—“

“You didn’t kill her—“

“Yeah, we didn’t kill her. But we let that thing, that monster, take her because I was stupid and didn’t think of anybody but myself because I was an asshole. Then everything went downhill and my girlfriend fell out of love with me, I didn’t even notice but you know why?” he asked bitterly and she shook her head. “Because I was still holding onto what I thought I had with her. But I was really just holding onto that god-forsaken night, the last night when everything my life alright. And I’d listen to that song too, even after the end I did. When I stopped listening to it was when I realized I had found better things, when I found you.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” she seethed, clenching her jaw to hold herself together.

“But I’m not! Once Nancy broke things off, I—I believed that nothing would ever go right for me. Everyone thought everything was fine, right? Because I had to put on a show for the sake of my family.” he confessed.

His voice finally showing signs of pain as he spoke this time, but he didn’t want to hold back. He was rambling at this point, but it was comforting for both of them in some odd way. His sanity was hanging on by a thread that unraveled just a little more with every tear she let slip, but they were slowing down now.

“I acted like things were okay and held onto that damn night like my life depended on it. Because after that night, I became the best damn actor, I became the best stupid, happy teen boy that Hawkins had ever seen; I even believed the act I was putting on.” he sighed, leaning his head against the wall to stare at the ceiling.

“You were looking for a distraction from your acting and I was convenient.” she replied quietly. “The naïve little sister of your ex who wouldn’t take a second glance at the bigger picture of how stupid it all was, right?”

“No—No. You weren’t convenient at all, really.” he laughed, reaching to graze his fingertips across her knuckles. “It wasn’t easy when everyone was telling me it wasn’t worth it, that it’d be too weird to try to even talk to you, that you probably didn’t want me like I wanted you. But I didn’t listen because I saw that look in your eyes when you smiled at me, you looked happy and—and like you wanted to be with me; I ignored everyone because I knew it was worth it. So no, you weren’t convenient. You were far from it, you kinda still are. I think you’re worth it.”

She still stared at the wall in front of her as she let his words process in her mind, the feeling of his fingers against her knuckles soothing her. He watched as she tore herself apart inside, trying to find her own answers.

“You know you’re not my second choice, right?” he interjected, making her eyes flicker in his direction as he squeezed her hand. “If Nancy wanted me back, I wouldn’t care. I know she came first, but that doesn’t mean shit. I didn’t realize that you were right in front of me and that you’d bring so much happiness to my life.”

“You’re so cheesy.” she scoffed as her heart fluttered when he smiled in her direction.

“It’s true! I swear, it really is, Y/N. I love you.” he said as he moved towards her, taking her head in his hands to look into her eyes.

“I love you too, Steve.” she said softly, smiling at him for the first time all night as she leaned over to kiss him softly.

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 3 years

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@megatraven and @catlovingwitch

This is my Zeus x MC fic!! And the one with Aphrodite and MC fluff because I want interaction between them >:))). Yh love you bothhh and hope you enjoy me trying to write Zeus. And I’m trying to think of a title but I can’t for some reason. And there’s some proofreading but not much bc Busy(tm).

And @aallotarenunelma this is the Zeus fic I was talking about👀💙💙.

MC slams her apartment door and locks it as soon as she gets home.

“Stupid God. Thinking he knows everything, even if he’s wrong!” Her voice was filled with anger, but it was also hoarse from yelling. She was surprised other Olympians didn’t hear their arguing from Zeus’ office, and she’s thankful they didn’t. She felt like a child in that moment, and she hated it. She didn’t mean to lose her temper, but he pushed her too far, and she knew she pushed him too far as well.

She walked to the curtain hiding her bedroom and slid it open in a quick motion and flopped on her bed. She let out a sigh and laid there for awhile, trying to let her heart beat calm down from the anger. She eventually let out another sigh and sat up and undid her bun. She rubbed her eyes and just sat there for awhile, not knowing what to do. Her thoughts ramble and they eventually land on Alex. She pulls out her phone from her pocket and is about to call them, but she freezes before she dials their number. “What would they say? How would they comfort me?” It wasn’t just because of her anger, but also her...other feelings that she was feeling. She may have been angry at him, but she also wanted to be near him, wanted to hold his hands, and just wanted to be with him.

And she didn’t like that feeling.

Isn’t she not allowed to?

She doesn’t know and it’s bugging her. “This is an important case, MC! You shouldn’t be making googly eyes at a God! Especially, Zeus!” She kept yelling at herself, but knew it wouldn’t get her anywhere. She wanted to vent to someone, but she knew she couldn’t go to Alex for this specific thing. Her thoughts ran through people she knew, but it was a very short list. However, her thoughts finally landed on one person who could help her feeling problem, someone who is known for passion and love.

Aphrodite. A woman she hasn’t talked to in years, a woman she’s only seen because of this case, and when her thoughts landed on her, a bit of fear ran through her. “Would she even want to see me? What would I say? Would she shun me because I’m a human?” Negative thoughts raced through her mind, so this time she did decide to call Alex. She dialed their number and waited for them to pick up, and they did almost immediately, like they always did for her. “Hi, MC. Is something wrong?” She was a little confused as to why they assumed something was wrong, but she looked at the clock beside her bed and realize it was 9 PM.

“What are you doing up right now?” Alex laughed at her question. “I’m getting ready for bed, I promise, but is something wrong?” She hesitated for a moment, a little embarrassed at the question she was about to ask, but sighed after a moment. “Do you know where I can find your mother? I want to speak to her.” Her voice was a little quiet from her shyness at the topic of their mother, but she needed to see her if she could. “Well, she’s probably still up right now and at her estate. I could call her if you want me to.”

“I would like you to if you can and tell me where she is. I need some help real quick,” she told them, trying to avoid the topic of her issue. Thankfully, they didn’t ask her of the issue, and she thanks the Gods for them being so amazing. They hang up and call their mother to find out that she’s still up, not even heading to bed. They asked where she was to find out she’s near one of the infinity pools. She asks them why they’re wondering and they were a little stuck. “I was just trying to say goodnight. Goodnight Mother,” they told her, their voice being a little high pitched from giving a little white lie to their mother. “Goodnight, Alex,” she told them back. They called MC and told her where Aphrodite was and she left as soon as she could, really wanting to see her.

If she didn’t talk to her now while her mind was still racing, she doesn’t know if she will ever have the courage to ask her again. She arrives at HERA around 9:25 and manages to get herself up to Olympus. The security let her through since she was working on a case with Top Tier God’s, and she was thankful for that. And it may or may not have been because she always brought them muffins, but no one mentions it. She exits the golden elevator and stands there for a moment, not knowing where to go. “Maybe I should’ve asked Alex where to go,” she thought. However, she wasn’t lost for long because she looked to a path on the left and saw some agents walking and she managed to see that they were wearing Aphrodite’s badge. They were coming towards the elevator and her heart dropped, thinking that she’s too late.

She walked up to them, pushing her anxiety aside, and asked them where she was. They recognized her because she was working with Zeus (yes everyone notices you when you’re working with him) and pointed her the way to get to where Aphrodite was. She thanked them and walked down the path. She wanted to walk fast but her legs felt a little wobbly. “I’m really going to see Aphrodite. Really going to talk to a Top Tier Goddess on my own,” she thought. She shook her head and pushed the anxiety aside and gathered the courage she has left somewhere in her body. After a few minutes she arrives at the infinity pool and see’s the Goddess standing at the edge of the pool, staring into the distance. She didn’t hear her footsteps, so she must’ve been stuck in her head. “I wonder what a Goddess thinks of every day,” she thinks. Instead of standing there and waiting for her to notice her, she clears her throat lightly and calls out to her.

“Miss Aphrodite?” She always used ‘Miss’ or ‘Mr’ when she was a kid and met new people, and she didn’t know how to approach her, so did what she always does. Aphrodite lets out a small gasp of surprise and turns around and sees her standing there. MC is picking at her nails and trying to smile at her and she sees her face light up, her eyes also lighting up and becoming a different shade of red. She reaches out for MC, but pulls her hand back fast and just smiles at her. “Hello, dear. What brings you here?” MC feels the pressure in the air because of the Goddesses appearance, but she pushes through it and walks to be beside her. Aphrodite is looking at her, but MC feels like she can’t look at her. If she does, then she might break out into tears, and this is not the time to break down.

“Um...I have an ‘issue’,” she says with her voice being quiet. She crosses her arms and looks down at her reflection in the water, avoiding Aphrodite’s gaze as she looks at her reflection as well. She holds her hands together in front of her and her eyes squinted and one eyebrow raises in confusion. “What kind of issue?” MC found her face turning a slight shade of red from her embarrassment, and saw Aphrodite smirk from the corner of her eye. “As you know, I’ve been working with Zeus a lot in this case and yes I know it’s important....” she hesitates before she continues. “I believe me and Zeus have gotten closer and I don’t know how I feel,” she finally says. Her eyes close and she takes a breath in, realizing she was not breathing for a moment. MC couldn’t see her face, but Aphrodite’s face turned to one of happiness but also worry. “You don’t know how you feel? Could you explain somehow?” She glances at MC beside her and sees that her cheeks are redder than before and she was wearing a smile.

“I didn’t like him in the beginning, and he didn’t like me either. He was stubborn and frustrating and I wanted to get this case done and acted as serious as I could,” she started, her smile turning into a smirk. “But eventually he kind of...let his walls down. He began to listen to my opinions and laugh with me and...I started to like being around him as well. When I look at him and he looks at me, I get this weird feeling...”. She opens her eyes and looks at the actual Aphrodite (not her reflection) to see her having a loving smile on her face. “And I don’t know what to do or what it is. And I’m here because we had a fight and I’m angry at him but these feelings won’t go away and I don’t know what to do,” she rushes out. She bites her lip and Aphrodite still has the same smile on her face, as if she knew many things MC didn’t. She definitely does.

“MC, I know things are tough right now and have been for awhile, and I’m assuming you’ve never felt like this?” She called MC out and MC let out a little laugh. “No I haven’t felt it like this before. It’s why I don’t know what to do.” Aphrodite nods and her eyes seem to glow as she turns to MC and lays a hand on her shoulder. “I know you may hate this advice, but you need to talk to him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and how he acts differently. You’ve made a difference, and now you both need to talk about that difference. And trust me,” her smile turns to a smirk, “Zeus regrets the fight you both had.” MC bites her lip again and leans her head on Aphrodite’s hand and closes her eyes, as if she was a little girl all over again, wanting a mothers affection. She stays like that for a moment, not even realizing it, and Aphrodite’s smile fades and turns to a frown as the glow around her dims. “Can we talk again soon?” MC opens her eyes at her voice and moves her head away in a rush, a little embarrassed from letting herself do that. She nods and Aphrodite squeezes her shoulder and leans in close to whisper in her ear. “Good luck, my dear.” MC smiles and sighs.

“I’m gonna need it.”

She walks to Zeus’s office and hesitates at the door. Would he even want to see her? Would he yell at her and tell her to leave again? She takes in a breath and lets it out as she knocks on the door softly. After a few moments she hears, “Come in.” She opens the door and sees Zeus reading some kind of paper, not looking up to see who came in. She closes the door behind her and stands there for a moment. This time, he looks up on his own and blinks a few times as if he doesn’t believe she’s here. “Hi,” is the only word he manages to say. She smiles and says hi back. She looks around and sees that everything is the same as when she left. There’s many papers scattered on the coffee table and she can tell he’s looking at the same paper that they were arguing over. “What are you doing back?”

She began to pick at her nails as she looked at the ground. “Well, I wanted to apologize.” Her voice was confident even if she was very anxious. It was quiet for a moment, but she then heard the chair being pushed back as he got up and she heard his footsteps getting close to her. She looked up as soon as he got in front of her and managed to look him in the eye. They stared for a moment and she began to speak, but the words were stopped as Zeus slowly grabbed her hands. “I’m sorry for yelling. I know I shouldn’t have gotten that angry, and I realized that you were right as soon as you left,” he said with a small laugh. She looked down at their hands and he saw a slight smile on her face. “And I’m sorry for yelling. I should’ve kept my cool and explained better, but my temper got the best of me.”

They both went quiet, and it was a comforting quiet. “I need to talk about this with him. Actually talk about it.” She looks up at him ready to talk and notices that he’s closer than he was before. He’s a lot taller than her, it makes this whole situation funnier to her, but she knew he was leaning down closer to her. In this moment, she knows what she wants and has a guess as to what he wants. She gets up on her tiptoes and gets really close to his face and closes her eyes, waiting for him to make that final move.

And he does.

His lips finally meet hers, and it feels like a blessing. She let go of his hands and wrap her arms around his neck, and his arms wrap around her waist. MC knew Aphrodite meant talking, but this was good enough for now. They pulled apart after a few moments and looked at each other, one wasn’t enough for them but it had to be for now. They lay their foreheads together and stand there in a comfortable silence. However, they knew this comfort couldn’t last for long, so MC pulled away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. “We have things to talk about, don’t we?” Zeus laughed at the statement. “Yes. Yes we do,” his face shifted to a look of sadness, “but I don’t think we have time to discuss it.” The reality came crashing down and she sighed.

“No, we don’t, but we will, right?” He smiled at her soft question and the sweet look on her face.

“Yes, we will. That’s a promise.”

OKAY SO LIKE UMMM... I love Zeus and I see him as being a bit precious whenever MC breaks through his cold walls :))). Love you Meg and Wren and hope you liked this! There’s proofreading but sorry if something sounds weird. Probably because I missed it lol.

#my writing #lovestruck #astoria fates kiss #astoria fates kiss zeus #i love zeus and I'll say that over and over again #ANYWAYS THIS WRITING FEELS A LITTLE WEIRD TO ME?? Maybe because I'm writing a new character or because I'm tryna word things differently.#Been tryna word things and learn how to describe things so now I read it and be like 'what did I do wrong why is this weird'#or maybe its bc I'm just distracted a bit idk. ANYWAYS I LOVE HIMMM. He deserves a route and thats FACTS. and UGH imagining him saying in #another type of argument 'I'm sorry I yelled. I'm still learning' because he's learning how to love again and trying to treat people bETTER #AHHHHH

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ask meme. what if. patching up. no I still haven’t seen source material

the way i completely forgot about this ask until i wrote like two paragraphs in this and was like oh shit lmao

the source material is getting an hbo series bb you're in luck also ignore anna whatever as tess yes i respect her as an actress yes she is talented in a bunch of things i have not seen but ms annie wersching is the only tess in my heart and also if i have to endure tess being reduced to a powerbitch stereotype i will start foaming at the mouth. but also i have no feelings about this whatsoever <3

WHAT IF: i will pick an important choice or event in my current project and write three sentences (or more?) about if it’d gone done differently

hmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMm

this is hard because i kind of had a stupid amount of confidence in the decisions i had them make in this and because i have ~a lot of experience~ in flying by the seat of my pants with writing lmaooooo a lot of the time with this ive had some degree of foresight when it comes to certain plot decisions. the only reason i have this in the first place is that with other things ive had kind of sort of plot revelations and then been like "well if i'd set that up three chapters ago it would have a huge impact i think but instead i guess it's just going in this one for a smaller impact" so i think i learned my lesson haha. also because this pairing nowadays has a small and sparse tag i really intentionally put in stuff to make it interesting (maybe the wrong word) to reread. like not Interesting interesting but i wanted there to be certain details that are more relevant on a reread than on an initial read because whenever i read stuff in small tags i tend to read it Multiple Times lmaoooooo and it's like if anyone like me is out there I Will Feed You. I Will Give You Food. you see i have this problem in which im like i dont want to act like i put thought into this because That's Embarrassing and i also dont want to seem like i take this too seriously because That's Embarrassing and also i dont want to act uppity or pompous or something But At The Same Time i do put a lot of thought into certain things and i feel like mentioning that and i dont really want to judge myself for that. it's complicated but also super uncomplicated. where was i going with this

OH right. so most of the plot decisions were made super concretely. like pre breakup arc in the nightmares chapters (which came out so much worse than i intended alkdjksjad;glksjg) when tess and joel talk about ellie Knowing (also legit it is such a trip to me that you dont know the context of that. a trip in a good way) she says we every time and he only ever says i even when she points out that this would affect both of them, and at one point i think he says that tess doesnt understand baseless violence which is 100% untrue, and then there's a bunch of window imagery i put in starting there because im a freak. so like For Once In My Life a lot of this was as planned as it could be. on occasion there's been Plot Revelations that get wedged in (the radio interlude chapter, which was a bit of an inelegant seam between prewritten things that didnt mesh well) but for the most part ive got tits out into every decision. like tess and ellie disagreeing about joel's choice was very planned though i imagine that kind of conversation could be executed many different ways i had my one way and stuck to it. so either way

where was i going with this. did i have a point.

OKAY. let's see. i think one of the big ~emotional beats~ so to speak was the ambush chapter and i think that's the favorite because that's usually where people comment if i remember correctly and initially i wasnt going to go with that tone At All haha. years ago i wrote everyday domestic scenes of mulder and scully from x files and had it all on this blog and it was plotless but largely in the same overarching universe (i say as if it was legit ever That Deep) and after writing this as a oneshot and being like you know? Kind of feel like doing that again. i figured i would just follow the same largely plotless path of legit just domesticity and leave it at that. and i think the first like five chapters are tonally different from the rest because i'd never really intended for it to have plot or really any depth whatsoever. in the end like. How do i say this in a way that wont be interpreted as uppity or something asldkjgalsdgjk like. when i did those mulder scully scenes i was very much a beginner and i think i didnt realize just how inherent that beginner-ness was to the concept itself. which isnt a bad thing! like people had fun with those so far as i remember. bizarrely enough i think people might still read those which. cringe. but you kno!!! but with a few years of distance from that kind of concept i think it was hard for me to Not try something else. especially with this universe in which it's just dense with storytelling opportunity. and also i felt as if the first few chapters were just like super super lighthearted and i wanted some angst factor. which is why in the end the angst factor plot itself is flimsy as fuck. like i did not care WHY they got attacked i just wanted that sweet sweet hurt/comfort cup of tea u feel. and after that i didnt really go for the plot too much But i did edge toward it a lot more. like i mean ultimately this is a romance like it was not intended to be plot heavy ever But it's more plot heavy than it couldve been. had i actually written it as i'd intended from the start i think it wouldve gotten old really fast. like nothing but lighthearted domesticity doesnt make sense in this context. for the first few chapters it doesnt necessarily kill the whole thing imo because like. that's the first few chapters. but after then if there was never any ~deeper thoughts~ i think it wouldve gotten reductive super fast.

hmmm what else. Because i am deciding to talk too much on the internet now.

oh in theory the whole breakup arc couldve been omitted and now in retrospect im like it's hilarious that like the next chapter after they got married i immediately peppered in hints that they would break up lkajsdglaksjgdlkj like wow. That lasted a long time. but like i mean i think with them it fits that they would do something like get married before they even said that they loved each other. like i can see them doing a massive workaround instead of doing a small and simple but vulnerable thing. makes sense 2 me. and like they definitely couldve stuck together in the end but 1 theres interesting storytelling in how maybe joel was too stubborn or maybe they grew apart in certain ways or blah blah blah and 2 I JUST LOVE A GOOD BREAKUP AND THEN RETURNING TO EACH OTHER ARC OKAAAAAAAAAY. legit. favorite trope. if i ever experienced that in real life i would claw my eyes out but in fiction it makes me FERALLLL. and also like i mean i lov these two for their dumb quirks but also like it would be a lil wrong to say there wouldnt be consequences for like. Not communicating haha. also again like the world this game is put in is so full of storytelling opportunities and im like Must Take Them All. like joel is stubborn as hell and shuts down when he's overwhelmed and there is growth in the first game (and in the second too but thats not really shown as much and is more left for the player to fill in the gaps i think) but also i think it would be super easy to regress in that sense and i had fun with putting him in those situations. and it's also super fun to have an additional person for the joel and ellie plots to bounce off of. like joel and ellie are two very stubborn people and having an extra person there to be like You Blithering Idiots has been a good time. im getting sidetracked. like it was fun to answer the question of how these two in a marriage neither of them can fully substantiate would communicate in hard times and the answer i personally found was that they both would end up breaking things. which was fun to write!!!!!!!!! but in theory couldve been prevented. maybe i just cant imagine this a different way haha. like Joel And Tess Learn Healthy Communication Skills Over Time. am i mean for saying that doesnt sound probable aldskjgalskdjgslkgj

OH LMAO THE MARRIAGE PART. that was also a big decision i guess. i wouldnt make it go differently alksdjglasdjg like. i definitely couldve written the context around that many different ways bc again this whole is full of opportunity But a frankly premature wedding just feels right to me. especially with like going from being stuck on survival to being safe for the first time in decades. and then having that sense of safety get boring and wondering why there was that super fast wedding in the first place. cant really imagine it going differently

there is later unposted stuff that could def have gone many different ways and that i tried to make go different ways but that would not be right to talk about akldsjaslkgdjsg so.

this got too long sorry <3

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 4 years

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Stay(Jyn Erso x Reader)

Summary: Reader crosses paths with Jyn in Garel City, then meet again just before the battle of Scarif.

Warnings: Character death mentioned, we know how this movie ends.

Words: 1,975

A/N: my sister asked me "why the hell haven't you written anything about Jyn Erso?" And I just couldn't believe I didn't have anything with my rebel wife. Also, it's a bit sad bc I'm sad and y'all gonna suffer with me.

In war there are some battles you can only win by losing, Scarif was one of them. You only wished the cost of it hadn't been so high.

Wished you hadn't waited so long to tell Jyn how much you loved her, how she had stole your heart all those years ago when you first met her:

Jyn stumbled into your life in an unexpected moment, she came uninvited into your place, exhausted, out of breath and options, begging for a place to hide from the stormtroopers who were chasing her.

She had just arrived in your homeworld, Garel, and even though she had only been there a few days, she had already caused all kinds of problems.

It wasn't easy to trust her immediately, she was a complete stranger and you knew that in a galaxy where you had to steal and lie to survive you couldn’t trust anyone. If it wouldn’t have been for the shimmer in her eyes full of hope you wouldn't have helped her.

Jyn was difficult to understand, reckless and stubborn but intelligent and even though she tried to hide it, she had a soft side that not everyone could see. She had lost too much in this fight, all the pain forced her to build walls as strong as the kyber around her neck to protect herself from getting hurt.

You better than anyone understood that. The Empire had taken everything away from you, leaving you with a constant ache in your heart and the need to be always on the run. Shortly after you lost your family and home you had promised yourself that you wouldn't get attached to anyone again, it was a risk you weren't willing to take, it was just too painful. There was not time for love during a war.

And then, you met her and despite the risks, you couldn't help yourself from falling for her.

“What do you think it’s like to not always be running?” you asked her once, softly playing with her hair.

“Boring.” she joked with a big smile over her face, chuckling as you pressed a kiss on her temple that rested on your shoulder. “Peaceful.” she added in a serious tone now remembering her childhood and even though she had to run sometimes those years were the calmest of her life, she felt that same peace when she was with you and it worried her how close she had grown to you.

“I want that.” you told her “I want a peaceful life, with you. And I believe it’s possible. No more hiding, no more running… no more Empire.”

“You sound like one of those rebels.” she chuckled.

“Would that be bad?” you questioned.

“What do you mean, love?” Jyn asked, still hoping you were just joking around.

“There’s a group of rebels here in Garel City searching for recruits. Pilots, Jyn, they need pilots. I could finally be a pilot and fly across the galaxy.” you told her, excited with the idea of becoming part of something bigger.

“Y/N.... “ she started but you cut her off.

“Just think about it, Jyn. We are already stealing from the Empire and I’m sick and tired of seeing stormtroopers everywhere. You know I'm a better pilot than anyone in Garel and with your knowledge on codes you could really help the rebellion.”

“No.” She snapped turning to look at you directly in the eyes, she was serious, even a bit angry. "I'm not going to be part of this fight, not now nor never." She said in a very defensive way.

"But we can win this, I know if we join them-"

"Don't ask me that," Jyn cut you off shaking her head almost imperceptibly "don't ask me to follow you to this war because I can't. I've lost everything because of this fight, my home, my family, I can't risk to lose you too."

You understood why she didn't want to be part of it yet you felt it was something you needed to do with or without her, yet you wished she would be there with you.

"Alright." You murmured after a long silence. "I won't join the rebellion for now but please, promise me you'll think about it."

"I'll try."

"That's enough for me." You smiled at her before pulling her into a fresh new kiss.

The rebellion could wait, as long as you had Jyn by your side you were in peace, you were home and you hoped this would have never changed but unfortunately both of you had already taken different paths.

You wanted to fly with the rebellion, Jyn wasn't ready to get involved into the fight that had brought her nothing but pain.

So she left.

Jyn left by the morning, afraid of getting more attached to you than she already was. Something in the way your face seemed so relaxed when you were asleep made her heart melt every single time. For moments she considered your idea of joining the rebellion, she even considered the idea of running to a lonely planet and get a farm, just like her parents had done when she was a child. But the memories of her golden childhood only reminded her all the pain she had gone through, she couldn't take another war.

It hurt when she left, more than you'd like to admit but you weren't mad at her, only blame yourself for breaking your own promise and falling in love with her.

The rebellion was all you knew for a while, all that mattered for years. You forced yourself to concentrate on the cause, on becoming a better pilot but from time to time you found yourself thinking about Jyn, wondering where she was and if she was alright. You never stopped loving her.

And then one day, you found her again in the least expected place.

You had seen many strange things in the rebellion, met too many faces from every corner of the galaxy and yet, you never expected to see this face again, at least not here at the central base of the Rebel Alliance.

For a moment you thought your tired mind was playing tricks on you after a long restless week, however as you got closer to her you were more than sure this was not happening in your mind but in front of you.

Soft brown hair, tender lips that used to curve into a smile in the past now tightly closed as her light green eyes stared challenging at the person standing in front of her.

There was no doubt it was her.

It was Jyn.

"Jyn" you mumbled. Her eyes filled with surprise when she spotted you between the small crowd.

"It's you." Jyn said as if she was unable to believe it. "I see you joined the rebellion after all."

"I did." You told her. "I'm a pilot now, just like I always dreamed."

"Then your rebellion might be able to win this war after all, having you with them." She said with a playful smile on her lips. Kriff, you had missed this woman so much.

Your life felt complete now that Jyn was back on it, you were absolutely happy to see her again, to hear her voice rumbling through the room where the council was having a big decision. She looked so different, speaking confident about this dangerous weapon and the weakness her own father has planted inside it. You wondered what had changed her mind so drastically, wished you had time to catch up with her, but you never got your chance.

As soon as the meeting with the council was over and the answer was negative you saw her walking outside with a cold yet decided face.

You knew that serious expression on her face, it only meant one thing: she was about to do a very stupid thing. You've seen it before how impulsive she could be, and how much of an effect the death of her father had on her. If you didn't stop her she would get herself killed.

"Jyn, wait" you called. You arrived just when a small group of rebels seemed to prepare to leave. Among them you recognized Captain Andor and the Imperial pilot deserter. "What is this?"

"Scarif. My father left that for me, your friends don't seem to understand how important it is."

"I know" you murmured "I know how much this means to you, but the rebel alliance is doing the best they can. Give them some time-

"Time is the last thing we have." she added. "We have to act now. Come with me."

From the other side of the angar a voice called for her.

"Jyn, we're ready" said Bodhi, Jyn looked over her shoulders and nodded before turning her green gaze back at you questioning.

"So, are you coming?"

In the past you would have said yes, no matter where you'd follow Jyn Erso, even to the end of the world just to be with her. And even though you wanted to go with her you had a responsibility with the Rebellion, a commitment to the fight. But maybe, only maybe she could be the one to stay.

Taking her hands on yours you sighed, searching for the right words, choosing them carefully.

"I know you, Jyn. And I know there is nothing I can say to stop you from going in this rather crazy mission" you spoke admiring her features, her delicate hair falling over her face. "But I am begging you that just this time, stay. Please."

Instead of answering like she usually would do she just looked at you confused yet a nostalgic look in her eyes.

"I've been fighting without a cause, Y/N" she said "now that I found it I can't just do nothing. I need to do this."

You knew it, you understood that but it was so hard to let her go. You always hated to see her leave.

"Stay" you repeated taking one of her hands in yours. Ready to tell her those words you had been waiting a long time to confess and couldn't hold anymore "I love you, Jyn. I have always loved you."

A soft smile curved Jyn's delicate lips before she leaned to press a sweet kiss on your lips, her hand resting over the side of your face. Her kiss was as sweet as you remembered, bringing back memories of all those times she had kissed you before and all you went through together. Yet you couldn't help but feel like this was more than a regular kiss, it was somehow a goodbye.

"You're the only person I have ever truly loved." She told you, breaking the kiss, her face inches away from yours. "I am going on this mission to keep you safe, to have the possibility of that peaceful life we used to talk about. I hope you understand that." she explained.

"I do" you murmured "But please, come back safe." You told her. Jyn pressed a new but shorter kiss on your lips.

"I will." she told you.

"Jyn, it's now or never." Cassian yelled. Jyn observed you for a second, memorising your features to remind herself her reason to fight. You.

You nodded at her as if she was waiting for your approval. She gave you a last smile before she ran towards the big Imperial cargo ship that soon disappeared out of the cloudy sky of Yavin IV on its way to Scarif.

That was the last time you saw her.

Sometimes you wished she would have stayed, just like you asked her. Wished she would be there to see the galaxy free from the Empire, to finally have that peaceful life you dreamed of. But you knew without her it would never have been possible.

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favvnsongs · 4 years

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Hey so what is ahead to still waters 👀👀

I - oof even what is Ahead to still waters, indeed, lmfao.

Uhm, so very long story short-ish:

Atsw is the sprawling, all over the place, sometimes a gritty traumatic war drama, sometimes an indulgent opulent space opera, occasionally an uncomfortable psychological horror, more often than not a heartbreakingly tragic and agonizing and tenderly romantic monsterbeast of a catradora(...?) fic that happened when a dubcon chipped!catra/adora pwp drabble morphed into Cry little sister and then that au morphed a second time into Ahead to still waters.

It's @trashcanpunch and I's favorite fic-child and we basically come crashing into one anothers DMs on a constant basis to scream feelings at each other. I mean mostly like angsty feelings as if we're on two different sides of a vicious guerilla war and heartbreaking plot moments or snippets or whatever the fuck are spike pits in the jungle but... yknow.

Lmfao no but uh. basically. Atsw, much like Cls, is the "what if" exploration i guess based on if adora&co had left catra behind after catra had helped to rescue glimmer off of prime's flagship.

(mind you that the backstory "lore" of the universe is only like... 5% canon compliant bc I dont fuck with canon when it comes to aus it's stupid and I dont like being limited like that lmao)

no but uhhh. yeah. without the events of Save the Cat, adora never really becomes she ra again. meanwhile, catra isn't forcibly baptized in the mountain dew pool of doom against her will and shoddy chipped and shoved into the hivemind. rather prime sees how much she's hurting and how much internal conflict and despair she's got in her, and very gently and tenderly and so so so uncomfortably grooms her into turning on etheria. essentially handing over not only everything she knows willingly, but also taking the light willingly, joining the hivemind willingly, but also giving herself over to the war effort bodily in letting him use her physically for the creation of little sister, who is kinda sorta an entirely separate personality? it's weird. that whole aspect is sorta... it hasn't been ironed out yet.

(if any of y'all are familiar with my aus, youll know nothing is concrete and everything is always changing and being retconned lol so things may change but)

catra is essentially given the light rather early? and the light and the chips and the hivemind all work differently than in the show, obvs. and she wants to repay prime for giving her a new home and a place of belonging and a purpose?

(oof and I loooove prime in this au. like. i love him because I have such a love hate relationship with him. and I think that's his entire point?? because he'll Make You Like Him??? and make you trust him??? and it's just So Good. and then you'll be reminded that he's an absolute fucking monster it's Amazing)

no but. so. catra. but also little sister. so like, catra is given the light and she's been relieved of her despair and her grief and her anger and bitterness and pain and all that jazz. she's also done some other shit too but we won't get into that here lol. she's earned her place, so to speak. but she wants to do more. she's a true believer. she has seen the truth and heard it from on high and followed him from out of the darkness with pure blind faith and been rewarded. she has really truly deeply drank the koolaid.

prime basically through some weird process splits her - personality? entire wholeass consciousness?? idek. but there's catra and little sister and theyre two different people but they're not and they have two separate personalities but they dont. and they have different memories and knowledge of things but then at the same time they dont. they share a body and a soul but thanks to chip shenanigans and prime's influence, little sister is intentionally so much stronger than catra, she's the one in control most of the time? and yeah sometimes, though very rarely, catra can shove her way to the front but more often than not prime has to allow catra to be present.

(it's not like she'd want to be anyways. committing warcrimes and whatnot. she's comfy where she is. as long as adora's safe she's okay to let little sister be of service to lord prime's plans. that's okay. as long as adora's okay, she's okay.)

but then yknow turns out prime is getting kinda bored af with the war and the heart of etheria isn't like. he doesnt really want it to blow up the universe bc that's dumb as fuck?? lmao what. he mostly either wants to harness that magic so no one else can have it who Would blow up the universe bc there are much more evil fuckers than Prime out there and they aren't members of the evil version of the space united nations or whatever who are all like "so hey uh what's the deal with basically that giant bomb I guess you were gonna take care of or something...?" or he wants to conquer etheria and her surrounding planets (which is mostly his current plan but etheria is kind of just... being a bitch..) bc he cant really just. leave something like that sitting in what is his backyard now. but either way he's getting really fed up and he's all "alright we're gonna just mass chip everyone fuck it i don't care" or something like that, and then honestly prolly destroy all the runestones or something and then just pack up and see if the planet explodes like a pressure cooker.

but also prime has a bit of a soft spot for catra (I mean its more that that but we're not gonna get into that rn) and shes all 🥺👉👈 do you think mebbe I could go and talk to adora and see if i could convince her to join the light? she might be so happy to see me that she'd say yes?

and little sister and prime are all "lmao this kid" and "oh you sweet summer child, how precious you are. sure, it's worth a try" but at the same time they both know that adora isn't an idiot and that she's gonna put two and two together and realize pretty quick why catra isn't dead and why she has a chip but hasn't been seen in years. and oh gee yeah I mean you've been committing God awful horrific atrocities but sure I'll come with you and join ur cult ex bestie sure ♡•°` so little sister pretty much promises prime that she'll kidnap adora if/when she says no to catra both bc adora is a good asset to have Anyway and bc like it or not she's got a soft spot for catra too, even if she's a spoiled little fuck who gets special treatment.

so adora obvs says no and catra is all 🥺 and little sister is all 😤🙄😒🗡🗡 and so adora gets kidnapped...? politely taken prisoner? ... rescued from maybe being blown up? ... reunited with her ex-bestie who she abandoned to prolly/potential doom? lmao pick one. catra is pouting bc adora was mean and rude even tho catra was so excited and happy to see her again and adora is grumpy and stubborn and impolite and little sister is like "I hate you both So Much" and prime is all "drama! I love it :3"

aaand I gotta go run errands and try to be productive so I guess thats all the explanation you'll get for now.

@trashcanpunch can prolly sum it up MUCH MORE seriously than I can tho lmfao

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sirius · 4 years

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Could I get an imagine where the reader is a muggle American and she’s on vacation in London with her family and she somehow lost her family and she’s like freaking out and then she runs into Sirius on the streets and he like helps calm her down and helps her find her family? Sorry if this is a weird request

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans (mentioned)

Warnings: Swearing, stranger danger too, I guess.

A/N: so sorry this took so long! I loved the idea and I hope I did it justice. I might add to it later on or revamp it bc I love the idea but it’s a big maybe at the moment bc I’m so busy with uni and work and also my other wips. I hope you enjoy this though. Also I changed the request quite a bit bc I forgot what you originally wanted! So sorry!!

just want to add that I did something o probably shouldn’t and included my real life friends! With their permission, ofc. I also made a modern reference even tho it’s supposed to be the seventies but I liked it too much so I left it in ha ha. Also…pls don’t talk to strangers. This is fanfiction people not an advice column.

****

It’s another uncharacteristically warm day in London.

The sun showers blankets of warm golden light over the city, guilding skyscrapers and warming the sweet, honeyed breeze. Sparrows are chirping sweet, morning songs, dancing in the air with surprising grace. Squirrels scamper across lush green grounds in a park nearby, happily bidding you a good morning.

And not one of these motherfuckers are going to help you find your friends.

You wander aimlessly past the same park monument you saw just half an hour ago. Your legs are already aching, your feet are forming blisters that hurt the more you think about them, and the sun is slowly drilling into your soul.

You think you might die of thirst before you find your friends.

In retrospect, it wasn’t entirely Sophie’s fault. While it was her dumb shit idea to tag along with the sexy British tour guide, you, Matt, Aaron, Riley and Reuben had been far more interested in touring the British Museum. So it wasn’t at all surprising when Sophie rushed off with knockoff Colin Firth to have a jolly high tea or whatever it is British people do on dates. Still, it gave you an opportunity to visit the museum.

You hadn’t even walked through the front gates when Matt, Aaron and Riley wandered off to have a deep and meaningful (you had warned Riley that coming on the trip with Aaron would cause some tension between your group. Thing between you and Aaron were a lot more complicated than the five-night-stand you’d shared last year). Reuben, being his usual womanising self, started flirting with the hot receptionist and not wanting any part of that (last time you wing-womaned for Reuben, the chick thought you were seeking a third), you stepped out for some air.

Now, you’re trying to navigate through the urban maze that is London by yourself, struggling to find your friends who are scattered all over the city.

Slumping against a park chair, you take a deep breath and study your map again. A part of you is screaming at you to swallow your pride and ask for directions but you’re a stubborn New Yorker and if you can effortlessly find your way through the Big Apple, you can tackle London.

“You’re not from around here…” says a masculine voice behind you. You sit up straight, whipping around in the direction of the voice.

Holy fucking cucumber sandwich.

The most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on leans against the trunk of an old oak tree, observing you with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. He looks like he chomps down magical donuts that grant him sexy powers. You stare.

A cigarette hangs from his kissable, smirking lips. His hair falls gracefully around his face, framing glinting gray-blue eyes, high cheekbones and a strong jaw. He’s wearing a leather jacket and exudes all types mysterious-sexy-bad boy vibes. You’d bet a hundred bucks that he rides a motorcycle too.

Boys with motorcycles are usually trouble.

Your mouth goes a little bit dry.

“Please don’t be a serial killer,” you mutter and the stranger cocks a perfect eyebrow.

“What was that?”

You shake your head, “I mean — Is it that obvious?”

Sexy bad boy stranger shrugs, “I know a lost tourist when I see one.”

“Is this what you do, then? Lurk around parks waiting for lost tourists?”

Bad boy chuckles — a deep growling sound that rumbles at the back of his throat, “Maybe. Maybe I was just walking past and thought I’d help out a pretty girl in need.”

It takes all of your willpower not to blush now.

“So you’re just a Good Samaritan, then.”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.”

“What if I want you to go away?”

The handsome, young motorbike guy takes a deliberate step forward, “I think we both know that’s not true.”

You swallow. He’s good at this game. Something tells you that you’re not the first victim of his play-boy charms.

Desperately trying to reclaim your composure, you fold your arms across your chest and glare at him.

“What makes you think I need your help?”

British James Dean thinks for one attractive moment, “Well, you don’t have to accept my help but something tells me that if you don’t ask for directions soon, you’re going to end up wandering around London forever.”

He makes a good point.

You stand up from your seat, arms still folded across your chest, “Hypothetically speaking, If I were to accept your help, how would I know that you’re not a perverted serial killer who wants to collect my spleen and leave me in a ditch or something?”

Sexy stranger takes another step forward, “That’d be a shame. You’re too beautiful to kill, and I’m just beginning to like you.”

“That’s exactly what a perverted serial killer would say.”

“Touché. Alright, how about this: I drop you off at your hotel straight away, no detours and no taxi fees that you have to fork out to greedy muggl— erm, I mean, drivers.”

You consider this. He certainly doesn’t seem like a serial killer. Still, it’s hard to trust a charming stranger, especially one as handsome as he is. Then again, if he’s smart — which he definitely is — he’d never kill you in broad daylight in the middle of London.

You uncross your arms and hold one out for him to shake, “Alright, deal.”

Sexy stranger takes your hand and shakes it. His hand is strong and firm and electricity sparks in the warm space where your hands are clasped together.

“Sirius.”

“What?”

“Sirius.”

You blink at him, “Is that some kind of fungal STI that I need to be aware of?”

Sexy stranger chuckles again, “My name is Sirius.”

Sirius? Who the fuck calls their kid Sirius? You have to admit that the name suits him, and the way he says it — in a husky, velvety murmur — gives the name an alluring sex appeal, which sums him up completely.

You consider giving him a fake name but ultimately decide against it. That’s just weird and you can’t lie for shit.

“I’m (Y/N).”

Sirius repeats your name, tasting it on his lips. A more carnal part of you wishes he’d say it in a completely different context.

“Alright, (Y/N),” Sirius smiles, and he practically glows with charisma, “Lets get you home.”

***

You were right, of course. About the motorcycle.

Sirius’ carefully-polished motorbike is almost as sexy as it’s owner; gleaming in the sunlight and flaunting a sleek black paint job with plush leather seats. Several passerby’s stop to admire it (or Sirius, you can’t exactly tell), though Sirius doesn’t pay them any mind. One dudebro with a repugnantly bright tank top gawks at the motorbike while his girlfriend stares hungrily at Sirius.

“I’ve…never ridden a motorcycle before,” you bleat nervously.

Sirius hands you a helmet and smiles.

“Just hold onto me and you’ll be fine.”

Sirius mounts his motorbike and you awkwardly slide in behind him. You’re not sure where to put your hands so you place them on his shoulders. You think you hear Sirius laugh behind his helmet.

Sirius turns the ignition, revs the engine, and kicks the bike into gear.

“You alright back there?” He calls over the roar of the bike.

“Uh—yeah.”

“Hold onto my waist,” he orders, “You’ll be more secure.”

You’re about to protest but then Sirius takes off and you find your arms flying to his waist, gripping on tightly.

It’s exhilarating. Liberating. Intoxicating.

As Sirius weaves between London traffic, you feel a rush of adrenaline pulse through your veins. The air whips past, fluttering around the ruffled trim of your dress. Your hands soak in the warmth of Sirius’ body, his muscles firm beneath your touch.

You pass familiar landmarks and stores you passed when you and your friends took the double-decker bus from your hotel room. You recognise the buildings around you and realise the hotel is just a few kilometres down the street, on the right.

Suddenly, Sirius veers off to the left and zooms down a street you don’t recognise.

“What are you doing? The hotel is up that way!”

“I just have to make a quick stop,” he shouts over his shoulder.

“That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

You clutch onto him, apprehension beginning to claw away at your lower belly. Where is he taking you? How could you have been so stupid to trust an extremely attractive stranger to follow through with a deal?

Sirius slows the bike down until it rolls to a stop and flicks the engine off, climbing off sexily. He helps you clamber awkwardly off the bike and you tear your helmet off, taking in your surroundings for the first time.

You’re next to a footpath with a view of the The Thames, lined with large ornamental pear trees. Its quite a romantic spot with a view of the entire city sitting pretty behind the flowing River Thames.

Sirius tells you to wait by the motorbike and stalks away, rushing toward a boy who looks about your age. He’s tall, has messy black hair, and half-frame glasses. He looks like a sexy professor with the body of an Olympic swimmer that all the girls have crushes on.

Why are all the men here so insanely attractive?

You’re just about to sink into a delightful fantasy of sexy Professor feeding you grapes when Sirius comes up behind you.

“Ready to go?”

You ignore his question, “Who was the god — I mean — guy that you saw?”

Sirius arches an eyebrow. You notice for the first time that there is a scar knitted into it, “That’s James. He’s a total prat, by the way.”

“Sounds like you two have that in common,” you quip and Sirius mocks offence.

“Anyone tell you that you’re cruel?”

“Everyday of my life.”

“Here I was thinking you were just another hot little American bird.”

For one half of a millisecond, your brain snags on the word ‘hot.’ Did he just call you hot? You heard that right? You recover with grace, grinning wickedly.

“You’ll get over it.”

A teasing smirk flirts around the corners of Sirius’ lips, a little crookedly, slanting lazily in a way that makes your cheeks warm. He looks amused by this verbal tug-of-war but also a little turned on.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same way.

“You ever walk along the River Thames?” Sirius asks, sliding his strong, sexy hands into the pocket of his sexy leather jacket. He begins to follow the footpath, leading you past the knots of pigeons and moonstruck lovers.

“No,” you sigh, “Admittedly, I just came along for the underage drinking and the hot British guys.”

Sirius laughs, “How’s that working out for you?”

You shrug, teasing him with a flirtatious smile, “I’m still working on it.”

“If you want,” Sirius begins, clawing at the nape of his neck, “I can help you out with that.”

You quirk a carefully-manicured brow, “What, you know any hot guys like your buddy James?”

Sirius snorts, “I wouldn’t go saying that around his girlfriend.”

“Why, is she the jealous type?”

“No, she’s the ‘try-not-to-make-his-fat-Head-even-fatter’ type.”

You chuckle, intrigue plucking at your mind, “She’s my type of girl.”

“Lily is everyone’s type of girl.”

“Well now I just have to meet her.”

Sirius raises his brows, a spark of hope in his eyes, “Is that your way of telling me that you’re taking me up on the offer for free beer?”

“You never said it was free before.”

“I’m feeling generous.”

“Aw, and they say chivalry is dead.”

Sirius laughs easily in a way that is completely carefree, as though laughter bubbles just beneath his skin, itching to pour out. It’s mesmerising how he doesn’t seem to take life too seriously.

“You are something else,” he says, letting his eyes catch and linger on yours for a quiet, suspended moment.

A gust of warm, summer wind brings peach blossoms raining down. The gentle coo of a skylark echoes in the distance. Time slows to a stop to stare at the two of you.

He steps forward, like he’s about to kiss you.

You let him.

He tastes like liquor and rebellion, a little wild in a way you’ve never realised you’ve wanted, you’ve needed. His hands are strong as they wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Your fingers roam through his hair, tangling, tugging, earning a low groan from the back of his throat. You feel drunk on him, your head spinning and your heart thumping, as though it’s trying to tear through your chest and leap into his strong, capable hands. Suddenly, you realise how weird this is. He’s a stranger you’ve known for an hour or so yet now you’re kissing him. It’s as though you’re somehow drawn to him, to his energy, to the way he seems to know you intimately, in ways you hardly know about yourself. You break away, taking a step away from him. Sirius looks like he’s five again and has just had his favourite toy ripped away from him.

““Are you—?”

Slap

Before you even realise what you’re doing, you’re slapping him across the cheek, not hard but he feels it. You kissed a stranger. That is a thing you did. You also slapped said stranger, partly because of impulse and partly because you’re terrified of how quickly your feelings are beginning to stir for someone you hardly know. Sirius is stunned, silent, staring at you with shock and hurt that stings you more than it should. You stare back, drawn in by every fleck of colour in his eyes, suddenly aware that, sure, he may be a stranger but that doesn’t mean he has to stay one. Obviously, you have a connection.

So…connect.

You crash your lips against his again, throwing your arms around his neck.

Your friends can wait. You’ve found yourself a new tour guide.

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