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writing-blog-iguess · 3 years

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Do you have any headcanons about the insecurities fic you wrote about? I can't help but headcanon a lot, like:

both Harley & Ivy enjoys watching reader finishing her food, they also call her their mom since reader has been making them food since their first meet (Harley loves her egg sandwich, while Ivy was the baked potatoes bread)

Alfred always bakes matcha swiss roll with red bean paste or pastries that's easy too shallow with reader (so that she could shallow without feeling like choking and needs to drink a lot of water) whenever she stops by and keeps giving him hugs which he gladly return it everytime, the Alferd&Y/N's hug, is what everyone comments it

Dicks showing pictures he took of seven years old (a journey of Y/N's growing he calls) and then reader to all his teammates and the league as soon as he learnt the engagement's finally announce 'Look at this! Can't you imagine?! She's my little sister! This is when she seven years old! It's very heartwarming right blah blah blah... " and that's how the other superheros and older Teen Titans and Barbara knows how much Dick adore his future little sister-in-law who's s cinnamon roll

Sassy and baddass way to talk for so people won't dare mess up with her confidence (Jason help her built up, after he met her and quick into adoption of her, siblings!) Not that he would ever admit, Jason will sent glares to whoever who diss Y/N's like to children picture books (for example, The Guardians of Childhood aka inspiration of Rise of the Guardians movie) come on, his little sister had great taste in books!

Tim forbid her drinking coffee when they first met and even after (since he nearly caused a seven-years-old gone missing in the manor after the reader can't fall asleep decided to have a exploration situation) but will make it for her sometimes later after she used to it, made account for art websites she wants to register that so she can admire arts but underage back when childhoods, so he used it under his own only name (defiantly annoymus, and no, it's not illegal website) and every then and how

Makeover and dress-up with Barbara, Stephanie and Cassandra after they learnt of her (which they give Damian few lessons of 'how to treat the girl you like' with Dick who's extremely enjoy it, Jason and Tim who's enjoy the show all day), in the end, all heads to movie since it's sister bond time and apparently, the ideas of XL caramel popcorns and coke are the best choice!

Bruce pat or ruffle her hair softly everytime they met, a habit since the day he had ten years ago when she's seven, a touch of 'my daughter is growing up' feel will seldom appears in his heart

Damian from straightly ingored to slowly falls in love with reader after everytime he saw her sincere smile whenever she enjoyed Alfred's food heartily (like this, but a more faintly heartwarming one haha, at the very last pic, not sure if you could see it, so here's another link you could try out☺☺ )

Innocent, 'naive girl playing tough' charm whenever she and Damian together alone (first kiss, cuddling, hair massaging, teasing, which he finds not annoying because it's how really she is, and he enjoys keep on trailing and turn on her wildness)

How reader slowly felt left out though it didn't really occur me, just the thought of Batfam night activity and how we're isolating from each other slowly and inoccasionally when growing up just made me feel that way, you know, the feelings of it's not the same like it used to anymore😞😞

And once again, thank you so much for accepting my request at the beginning, I've been having this thought in my mind but I just couldn't write it, I'm so glad you accepted it and it's totally the way I want☺☺ (And about part 2 Talia which you accepted it too, I hope my words didn't scare you out lol... I'm too exciting that day...) Hope you have a very good day ahead, author!

Tumblr really needs to let me know when I have something in my inbox, I swear.

Of course! I loved writing it, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. No, your words didn’t scare me lol, I’m just outlining part 2 and I hope you love it just as much. With that said, and you don’t mind the wait, send in your ideas! I love reading them.

Okay, onto the headcanons! I love these! I put mine under the readmore, there's a bit;

Y/N didn’t have the best home life. Like I’m not saying abusive, just her parents neglected her a little. And it didn’t help that her whole life was planned for. So when she met Harley and Ivy, they basically went, you’re mine now no take backsies. And y/n just rolls with it, because through them, she finds out what it feels to be loved by someone who cares about you. This of course, she keeps from her parents and the day she turned eighteen, she moved out and it was a lot easier to hang out with those two.

Ever since knowing Harley and Ivy, y/n’s been slowly getting out of her shell. When she starts to hang out with Jason, she becomes more confident. She has Jason wrapped around her finger without even knowing

The girls love her, everyone loves her and Damian’s just, why

She loves cooking, and she even swaps recipes with Alfred. (even from the beginning of the whole arrangement) she became fast friends with Alfred first before everyone else.

y/n has known Damian since his first day of school. But I’m not going to lie, y/n was kind of scared Damian.

She got so offended when Tim took away her coffee when she wanted to try it. And when she became a regular coffee drinker, they would talk about different coffees they had tried and compare notes.

When the arranged marriage was first brought up in conversation, there was a lot of protests. Especially from Dick and Damian, but Bruce just shrugged saying that it was a good match. And if they don’t get married in the end, than that’s fine. Everyone was very confused but stopped bringing it up

They have theories though about the whole thing, the most popular one in the manor is that Bruce is looking for the next Robin when Damian hangs up the Robin cape to be someone else

When Bruce announced that, everyone did their own research about y/n. Everyone but Damian agreed but she must be protected, though it kind of blows up when they kind of cast her aside when she started hanging out with them at the manor, (but that’s not until later)

She and Damian have lunch together everyday at school, much to Damian’s displeasure. And he’s mean to her at the beginning, ignoring her and whatnot. She doesn’t do anything cuz she hates this setup just as much

But slowly, she starts to catch feels but keeps it to herself.

As you said, Damian takes longer to fall in love with her. And its one of those moments when she looks at peace within his family and it just hits him like ‘oh. Oh no I’m in love and I can’t tell anyone this’ and he doesn’t. So up until they confess to each other, their just pinning after each other and people who aren’t family sees that their in love but no know says anything

However, they do get more cuddly when they’re alone. Like, they don’t kiss or anything. But when they have movie nights, y/n’s curled up on the end of the couch with Damian’s head on her lap. And she’s always plays with his hair, of runs her fingers through it and Damian has discovered that it feels nice and helps him to de-stress

She knows when he’s stressed about something, so her just pats her lap and he grumbles about it but is secretly happy (they have been caught on multiple occasions by his brothers and they chooses to ignore them

She’s been so use to feeling alone, that being with people who care feels foreign to her

When she starts to feel like she’s alone again, she doesn’t see it until it’s too late

It starts off slowly, the fam is to busy with missions and saving the world that they kind of forget they she doesn’t know, and when she comes over, their not there or just brushes her off when she is. And she’s tried to talk to them, cuz she’s spend years being a part of their family but then one day it stopped.

But they just brush her off and she’s reminded about her parents so she stops pushing and then altogether stops going to the manor.

No one really realizes at first, only Alfred, and when they do, y/n had already broken off the engagement.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x fem!reader #batman #arranged marriage au #headcanons #robin #damian wanye #i answered a thing #anonymous

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your-eternal-muse · 4 years

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Use me (Part two)

Summery: Reader takes Spencer up on his offer to rid her system of "The Wizard".

Warnings: Hard core, nasty ass smut; fingering, oral sex,(female receiving); penetration; unprotected sex/creampie; multiple orgasams

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Here it is. Part two. I'll link part one in a bit after I do some things, but other than that enjoy! And yes, there will be a part three.

Part 1

Im dead.

The substance that he injected me with was lethal, and I'm laying in a dark alley somewhere, dead, because kissing Spencer Reid is heaven.

His hands grip my hips, holding me against him as he presses me into his window.

His lips are soft and warm, and easily tell me what to do and when to do it.

My body is on fire in the best way possible.

My fingers run their way through his hair, tugging on the satin strands as he kisses his way down my jaw, leaving bite marks until he finds the pulse point just above my collarbone.

Every touch, every kiss, sends waves down to my core, where it waits drowning in my juices.

He's situated between my legs, his ever present bulge pressing just so onto me.

It's driving me insane.

Without thinking, my hips buck forward, and the small ounce of pressure starts a ball forming in my gut.

I feel him smile against my neck, before he detaches himself.

We're both breathless, chests heaving, and my hands are shaking as I grip his dress shirt.

"Tell me what you need, Princess."

Fantasies, y/n, think of your fantasies.

"I-I need your fingers."

While I'm talking, he removed the holster from his hip, setting it on the desk beside us.

"Please, Spence. You haven't even touched me and I'm so close."

His hands immediately find the button of my jeans, undoing them and pushing them down just enough to have room.

He doesn't hesitate, cupping my sex through my panties.

"So fucking wet. Is this what I do to you?"

I can't speak through the mewls leaving my throat, so I just nod.

"Words, please." His voice is steady, and I know if it were different circumstances, he'd punish me for making him repeat himself.

But right now, he just runs his fingers over the fabric, back and forth through the wetness.

"Yes, fuck, you make me so wet Spencer."

That must have been what he wanted to hear, because in one swift motion, without removing his fingers from my skin, he goes up my stomach, and then down again, slipping under the band of my underwear.

He runs his fingers through my folds, easily slipping a finger into my heat.

My hand clutches his upper arm, my mouth hanging open in ecstacy as he pumps his finger in and out.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Princess. I want to make you feel good."

You're already doing that babe.

I try and gather my thoughts, and right as I'm about to speak, he slips another finger in.

"Fuck." My head hits the glass panel of his window.

My fingers are going to leave bruises on his bicep, but I really could not care less at this point.

His lips attach themselves to my neck, and the warm ball deep inside me starts to grow.

But I need more.

"F-Faster. Please go faster."

"Anything for you, baby girl."

His fingers move faster within me, and I grind down into them every time they enter me.

He leaves my neck, looking down at the work he's doing, his breathing a lot smoother than my own.

With his free hand, he takes the hand of mine that's still gripping his shirt, and he leads it up to his lips.

He gently kisses the tips of my first two fingers before taking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits, all while keeping direct eye contact.

I almost cum at the sight.

He leads them from his mouth, down my stomach, stopping to rest at the bundle of nerves at the top.

"Touch yourself."

Yes sir.

I frantically start moving circles over my clit, as his fingers continue pumping in and out of me.

And then it happens.

He curls his fingers as he enters me, and sparks are sent up and down my spine.

I can't help but gasp.

"Yes, fuck fuck fuck, right there. Holy shit."

His long slender fingers move faster and faster within me, curling around that pretty little spot until boom.

My orgasm hits me like a train, as I clench around his fingers, which are still moving as I cum.

My chest rises and falls, as I try to catch my breath, and he removes his hand.

And for one, blissful moment, the fire disappears.

Before it comes crashing back.

He seems to read me like a book, pulling me towards him again.

"You don't think I'm finished with you yet, do you?"

Thank fuck.

I can't help but smile, moving my hands up his chest to lay at the nape of his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.

His hands run down my back, over my ass, to rest on the back of my thighs.

With one finger, he taps the muscle, and on shaky legs, I manage to jump high enough for him to place his hands just above the back of my knees to carry me.

While he makes his way through his apartment to his bedroom, I trail kisses down his neck, leaving marks of my own in their wake.

He lays me on the bed, hovering over me as one hand finds the hem of my shirt, pushing it up over my stomach.

He steps back, standing at the foot of his bed as I lift my grey t-shirt up over my head, tossing it somewhere in his room.

Sweat covers my skin, making my hair stick to my face and neck, and my chest glistens in the dim orange light of his room.

I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, and slowly sucks off my juices.

I brush hair out of my face, watching with lustful fascination.

They leave his mouth with a pop before going to his tie and undoing it.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Princess."

One by one, his fingers travel down his shirt, undoing every button on their way down.

I sit up, crawling over to him, pushing the fabric from his shoulders.

My fingers run over his chest, and down his stomach, pausing at his belt as I undo the buckle.

His hands come up to cradle my face, as he kisses me again.

I'll never get used to him kissing me.

I want his taste engraved into my tongue.

Why the hell can't I have an eidetic memory?

Even without one though, I know I'll never forget this.

My hand sneaks into his pants, palming him over his boxers.

His moan breaks the kiss, and his eyes fall shut.

How can someone look so beautiful with my hand down their pants?

"As much as I would love to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock," his breathes are more labored now, and his hands fall from my face to grasp my hips. "Tonight's about making you feel good."

I didn't even realize his hands had moved until the clasp of my bra was undone.

"Now, be a good girl and lie down." He whispers.

I'm past the point of being embarrassed, laying down without another word, a blush crawling up my neck.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful,"He crawls over me, encaging me in his arms.

He kisses me once, before traveling down my neck and chest, stopping only to suckle each of my nipples into his mouth, before continuing down my stomach.

He loops his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, pulling them down the rest of the way before tossing them behind him.

He then starts at my right ankle, and begins to kiss up my leg, repeating with my left before he comes to settle in between my legs.

He pulls my panties down slowly, watching my reaction as every second passes.

"If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

God, I love him.

Not likely, but okay.

I nod, before remembering he told me to use my words. "I understand."

"Good."

I'm going to marry this man.

Purely for the fact that he eats pussy like it's his last fucking meal.

My fingers twist themselves into his hair, as he holds my sex against his mouth, licking and sucking like he hasn't eaten in years.

I spare a glance down and my heart almost stops.

His eyes are closed, and his hair is starting to curl from the humidity in the room.

He must sense me watching, because his eyes open, and I feel him smirk against me.

He licks up through my folds, stopping to suck on my clit until I'm shaking underneath him.

He moves his hand from my hip and grabs one from his hair, once again leading it to my clit as his mouth moves down.

I start rubbing circles, but stutter as I feel his tongue dart into me.

He's watching me now, the way I quiver underneath him, the pathetic moans echoing through his bedroom.

He does it again and again, and I can feel my orgasm teetering on the edge.

He can tell as my circles go frantic, and my hand in his hair holds me closer to him than I thought possible.

"Spencer, I'm gon-"

I'm falling.

Stars explode in my vision, and my back arches off the bed as I cum into his mouth.

I fall, breathless, onto his mattress as be retracts himself from me, a proud smile etched onto his face.

The moment of calm lasts longer this time, but it once again comes back, burning me at the edges.

"I need, I need one more." I plead, my throat hoarse from screaming.

He stands, removing his belt, and letting his pants fall down to the floor.

I lift myself up into my elbows and smile at him.

He pushes his boxers off his hips and I stare, open mouthed as his erection pops free.

God, it's better than I could have ever imagined.

I wipe my chin to make sure I'm not drooling and he laughs.

"Now, I don't have any condoms on me, but-"

"I'm on the pill."

It's the fastest I've spoken tonight, and I slowly start spreading my legs.

"I'm on the pill, and I want, no, need you to cum inside me." I bite my lip, and bat my eyelashes at him. "I even used my words."

I see his dick twitch and he groans, the muscles in his stomach tensing.

"As you wish, Princess."

He crawls back onto the bed, pumping his dick in his hand a couple times, before sliding it through my folds to pick up some wetness.

He isn't even in me yet, and already my hands grip the sheets around us.

"You ready?"

"Yes sir."

He moans, deep and low within his chest, and he smiles."I love it when you call me that."

And then he slowly pushes into me, and my eyes squeeze shut because holy shit he feels better than I could have ever thought.

My dildo at home doesn't even compare to this.

He bottoms out, and he takes a moment to catch his breath."God, you feel so fucking good, baby girl."

I wrap my legs around his waist, and pull his lips down to mine as he slowly starts moving.

I can see sweat build up on his hairline, and his room is going to feel of sex for days.

A part of me thinks he's not gonna care all that much.

His breathing is starting to match my own, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as his strokes become faster.

My back moves against the softness of his sheets, and my nails dig into the skin of his back.

It doesn't take long for that warm ball to start growing towards my (hopefully) final climax.

"Im cl-close, Spence."

His breath is hit on my neck, and the speed tells me he's close too.

But than his hand finds my hip, and lifts me just so, and the angle in which he snaps back into me makes me choke on air.

Stroke after stroke, he hits a spot deep within me, and I know I'm done for when he whispers "Cum for me," into my ear.

And boy, do I cum.

My soul leaves my body, and I can barely register the warm feeling of his release inside of me as he rides out both of our orgasms.

When I open my eyes, my nails are at the bottom of his back and he's laying on top of me.

I wait for the heat to come back but it doesn't.

My head is clear, and my skin no longer feels like it's on fire.

His head is resting on my chest and I move some hair away from his face, placing a soft kiss on to his forehead.

"Thank you." I don't speak louder than a whisper, not wanting to break the delicate moment.

I had dreams about this happening.

Granted, not exactly like this, but I had them.

Now that it's happened, I don't want to let it go.

I don't want to let him go.

He lifts his head and smiles, his eyes soft and his dimples ever present in the dim lighting.

He's so beautiful.

"The pleasure was all mine, y/n." His voice was just as soft, just as afraid to break the fragile air.

He leans forward, kissing me gently one last time before he carefully climbs off of me.

He leaves the room, and for a moment, I'm alone with my thoughts. And I realize my vagina aches. I reach a hand down and gingerly touch it and his when it pulses. I'm also pretty sure my legs are numb.

I wiggle my toes, just to make sure I can, and he walks back in with a washcloth.

He concentrates as he wipes the cool fabric across my skin, clearing away the evidence of our explosion. He folds it, getting a clean side, before reaching up and wiping my brow and face.

He brushes some hair out of my face, and I grab his wrist, holding his palm there.

His thumb swipes across the apple of my cheek and I close my eyes, content to staying here.

But he has other plans.

"As much as you don't want to, we need to go to the hospital. We need to talk to the team."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"Hotch is going to be pissed that I gave in to exactly what the unsub wanted. But you know what?" I look up at him.

"What?"

"It was my choice. And I don't regret it for a second."

He smiles, and I swear I see a blush dust his cheeks, but he removes his hand and stands, gathering the clothes strewn about the room.

I sit up on his bed, carefully swinging my legs over the side to place my feet on the hardwood floor, not quite trusting myself to stand.

He hands me my clothes and even goes as far as helping me slide my jeans back up my legs, kissing me once they're situated on my hips.

He goes about putting on his own clothes as I slip my t-shirt back over my head, finally pushing myself up off the bed.

As soon as I'm upright, the room starts spinning, and I place a hand on my forehead, trying to turn to see Spencer.

He drops his shirt as he rushes forward, and my world goes dark.

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satoruswifeyyy · 3 years

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TALKING BODY

Type: one-shot

Fic: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Warnings: substance abuse, sexual abuse, swearing, mentions of sex, heavy angst.

Note: hey, this fic is inspired from the song "Talking Body" - Tove Lo and this is my interpretation of it and how I felt about the song and @kuroosdreamwifey has a similar fic like this that i took the basic idea from (will be linked at the end of it). If you've been through a break up or just gotten out of a toxic relationship please know that I love and I appreciate you for dealing with it! If you know anyone who has gone through something like this then just be there for them!! please I won't take much of your time!!!

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Enjoyyy!!

It had been a while since you had walked home alone. You took out your phone to play music that would give you company since you had no one to accompany you home. You skimmed through the songs until a title caught your eye, “Talking Body” by Tove Lo… The artist was familiar to you. At that point all you wanted was a song to bury your worries and lighten your burden and so you pressed ‘play’.

Your eyes widened as soon as you heard those lines. Your worries came flooding back tenfold. You felt blood rush to your cheeks once you thought of how Gojo’s skin felt on yours, you could feel it like he touched you just yesterday. You also remembered the times you got him substance until the point you were out of money to buy yourself dinner. You did all of this to see him smile. You loved him… Did you really?

Bed, stay in bed

The feeling of your skin locked in my head

Smoke, smoke me broke

I don't care, I'm down for what you want

You both were constantly on some kind of influence be it drinking or drugs. You wanted him there, you wanted to drown in his love. You felt so many things around him and to you he was the only one who cared for you. Gojo had a temper and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Broken vases, shattered mirrors and torn fabric would be around you by the end of it. Your lips would tremble as he kissed you apologizing between catching your breath. He at least apologized for the bruises on you, right? And it’s all because you love him, ri-

Day drunk into the night

Wanna keep you here 'Cause you dry my tears

Yeah

Summer lovin' and fights

How it is for us

And it's all because

Moans would fill the room after an argument that you wouldn’t dare to speak of it again. You knew sex would fix it for you, it always fixed everything related to Gojo. It was the only thing that would keep Gojo occupied, keep him from leaving you for someone else. He made you weak for him. “You’re mine.” He had already labeled you as his property to fuck, bruise or use. But that was his form of loving you right?

Now if we're talking body (Hey)

You got a perfect one

So put it on me (Hey)

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on x2

5… 8… 12… 16… You had so many people around you. Girls and guys who fell for you, who loved being friends with you and then you met Gojo Satoru. 23… 15… 7… 4… 1, you now only knew one person and he was your whole life. You gave up all your friends and disobeyed your family only because of him, him and his love. Rough or soft, passionate or dry, kissing or sex, smoking or drinking… that’s all you knew and that was all that happened. But then again, that’s the way he shows that he loves, right?

Love, give me love

Anything you want I'll give it up

Lips, lips I kiss

Bite me while I taste your fingertips

You felt miserable as you walked back home. It was almost like this song was written for you. You’re sure he loved- are you sure he LOVED YOU?

Day drunk into the night

Wanna keep you here

'Cause you dry my tears

Yeah

Summer lovin' and fights

How it is for us

And it's all because

“Satoru, how could you do this to me?!”

Oh, now if we're talking body (Hey)

You got a perfect one

So put it on me (Hey)

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on (On and on and on) x2

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic, Y/n. It was just a one-night stand! Grow up and stop being a bitch.”

“J-just a one-night stand? Gojo Satoru, I’m your s/o! You love me, remember?!”

“Did I say I love YOU? Y/n you were nothing but mine to use. Love? Where did you even get that idea? You’re wasting my time. We’re over!”

Ah, that hit you hard. You felt like a use and throw object and you took a while to cope from it… Two years, it’s been two years since then and you feel like all this happened a couple of hours ago.

“Y/n,” you heard him whisper your name as he bit your ear. “What are you?” he asked as slid his hand into your shorts. You felt hot and your legs became weak as you tried to speak. “Answer me…” “Yours only yours so please stop!” you spit out but a few minutes later there you were lying on the bed, naked with a sheet wrapped around you. “I’ll use up until there’s nothing left to use.” he said as he walked away. Is that how he felt when he left you? Did he use you up to the extent he had to throw you away?

Bodies

Our baby making bodies we just use for fun

Bodies

Let's use them up 'til every little piece is gone

(Let's go)

On and on and on

(Let's go)

On and on

(Let's go)

As the chorus kept playing you found yourself closer to home and closer to your answer. You had already realized that you were nothing but a thing for Gojo to use but hearing this song made it clear to you. As you walked to your apartment you saw a familiar figure standing near your door. You couldn’t mistake him for someone else because you knew that body so well. It was him, Gojo Satoru. The man of your dreams and also the man who took his sweet time shattering those dreams. “I missed you.” He said with a guilt filled voice “Cut the bullshit!” You spoke back with venom laced in every word!

Now if we're talking body (Hey)

You got a perfect one

So put it on me (Hey)

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on (Hey) x4

“Y/n, I’m sorry! Please, I really mean it!” He said with eyes full of tears which was new to you but you knew damn well not to get fooled by it! “Give me another chance, I swear I’ll treat you like Royalty!” He said trying to grab your hand. You pulled away immediately “Who is this, Love?” A tired voice called out. “Gojo, what are you doing here?” his voice slightly raised, he stood in front of you. Gojo’s eyes looked at the guy standing to protect you in terror, not because he was scared of him but because of the shock that you moved on completely fine while he regretted all the things he did to you.

“I’m fine, sweetie.” You said giving a small smile. Your current boyfriend knew you weren’t completely over what Gojo did to you but he was okay with it. He was more focused on showing you what real love felt like that he temporarily made you forget how Gojo treated you. “Leave!” your boyfriend said sternly “Don’t even try to breathe in Y/n's direction…” Gojo felt defeated in front of both of them and without saying a word he left.

“So, how was your day?” He asked you with a warm smile. “I feel like a huge burden suddenly disappeared!” you said with a light heart. “Good, you’ve finally moved on!” he smiled and with that you both went in and lived a happy life!

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That's all!

hope you liked it!!

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Taking an break' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Taking an break'

"Shall we dance, Helen Park ?"

Chapter Summary : They were able to escape hell and now, they were back together after not been able to see each other for days. Yirina & Park could finally taste their freedom as they will be going home soon....Yirina's new home....

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his memory of me...with Freya in that interrogation room in Afghanistan, it did troubled me because it was looking like that Freya was starting to change at this time at hearing me and that change couldn't come alone like that, something must have happened to her to make that change happen but what ? That question is maybe going to stay unanswered for an long time until I got the answer in my head or when I will be able to go back on the field but the latter option is going to wait an long, long time for now because we're going home....

When I opened my eyes after taking an good sleep in the plane, we were already above the english countryside and arriving very soon to London and it took only 5 more minutes until the plane was starting to land on the Heathrow Airport, prompting me to wake up Park in an gentle way, she was looking better since the last day but I preferred to stay cautious at any occasions as the drugs Perseus gave us are still inside of us and it will take an long time until it was going out of us...an long time.

I took my & Park's bag in my hands as we got up from our seats to get out of the plane to be greeted by the sun & the clear skies changing from Verdansk climate and honestly, I was more smelling the freedom here than in the USSR. We walked to get to the car that was supposely awaiting for us, sent by the MI6 and what was my surprise when I saw from afar, someone wearing an perfect black suit & tie, leaned against an green sedan car...someone that I didn't see for almost an month....

"Zed !" I exclaimed when I saw them from this distance to get their attention on us, almost raising my hands up to express my joice to see them back.

"Yirina !" I heard them from this distance as we were getting close, spreading their arms before starting to walk towards the two of us. "My god, Yirina, I'm so frickin' happy." They confessed as I put the bags on the ground as they took me in their arms, taking care to not crush my shoulders.

"Me too, Zasha, me too !" I whispered, so damn happy as we broke the hug.

"Can I ?" Zasha asked, turning around to face Park who was now better.

"Of course, why you couldn't ?" She told them with an smile as both moved to make an friendly hug while I was watching. "I'm happy to see you too, Zasha." She added after the two broke it.

"The flight wasn't so hard ?" Me & Park shook our heads to them.

"We slept for the large part so no." I gave an formal response to them as I took back the bags in my hands and Zasha was moving to open the car trunk. "It's good to be back home."

"Yeah, we can say that England is now our home." Zasha stated, opening the car trunk and keeping their hand on it. "Is....is everything alright for the two or..." They stopped themself in their words, thinking that the situation we faced was obvious.

"It wasn't the best days of our lifes to be honest." I said, putting in first, Park's bag in the car before going to put mine. "Lots of things happened since the moment we left London at the end of May." I proclaimed as Zasha closed the trunk after I was done with the bag. "We can talk about this in the car, if you want to know."

"Don't oblige yourself to talk about anything if you're feeling that it isn't good for you." They protested but we gestured that it was okay to talk about it despite the bad moments. "Okay, then." They whispered, moving to get to the driver's seat at the right part as I was walking to install myself on the front passenger & Park behind.

"How were things here since we left ?" Park demanded to them, sounding curious.

"Oh, it was perfect." Zasha started, all putting our seatbelts at the same time before Zasha started the car. "I love my cryptographer job in the MI6 & Yiri love her job at the University of London." They continued, starting to drive out of the parking space to leave the airport. "More better than the KGB..." They whispered in an very, very low voice to me, breaking an laugh out of me.

"It's because the MI6 makes better coffee, right ?" I suggested, winking at Park throught the mirror of the car, smiling at me.

"Yes but also because it's more friendly and nice than the Lubyanka." They claimed, engaging the car in the streets of London to our destination : Century House. "So....uhm...I know about what happened to Garrett." They admitted, getting our attention while staying focused on the road.

"Really ?" Park said.

"The MI6 brought his body back the next day he was recovered, they buried him the 1st of June." They revealed to us in an sad voice, saddened that no one of us could have attend to pay our respects to him. "I knew him only for an few times but I attended his funeral, Greta was here too but she was more discreet."

"How did she take it ?" I questioned them.

"Very badly, she couldn't believe that her friend was dead, I couldn't talk to her more this day." They told us, tapping the steering wheel as we were stopped at an red light. "I'm sorry that you weren't able to be there for it."

"We couldn't know, the CIA send us in the Yamantau that day." I muttered, putting my arm against the door. "And the next day, Perseus got his hands on us." I added, taking an breath to look at Park, head down to think about these days, maybe.

"I learned about that the next day when we got news of an big explosion on the Yamantau." They declared to us, driving after the red light pass to green. "I had to know how you were and that's how I learned that you two were MIA."

"Yes and now, the CIA over there knows you." I tried to scoff before I shut my mouth up about it as it wasn't funny, they were panicking about us. "I'm sorry, yeah...we learned that you call them." I apologized, seriously.

"It's okay, I'm not...upset, you know." Zasha affirmed.

"What's next is maybe going to make an shock but you need to know." I started, knowing about the brutal subject I'm going to bring up in that car. "Zed....your brother....Dedov, he was there." I told them and unfortunately, I could see on their face that my words were making them tremble in fear, their blood looking frozen. "They brainwashed him." I added.

"They...Dedov ?....Dede ?" I nodded to them sadly as Park was staying silent.

"He became Perseus personal medic and he was the one advising....Freya & Stitch to brainwash me & Park." I stated, looking back at them, my own blood freezing about saying this. "He didn't recognize me but I was hoping to escape with him but Stitch got doubts and moved him away before me & Park escape." I continued.

"You tried to help him but Stitch was always curious about everything, it's okay." They commented, passing their left hand above their eyes, seeing some tears leaving them. "We can help him, right ?"

"We're going to help him, Zasha, don't worry." Park spoke up, slowly moving to reassure Zasha about it.

"We will do this, Zed, I promise, we all promise to get him out." I promised to them, patting gently their left shoudler for an second. "We all promise." I repeated in an low voice before the silence installed itself.

There weren't an radio on in the car, it was the complete silence because I knew that this subject were going to shock Zasha at their highest point : discovering that...their brother....Dedov was now an member of the Perseus Collective because he was brainwashed....it couldn't be something nice to learn about. Me & Park, we promised to bring Dedov back to them and we will do it...we will.

The silence continue for the rest of the drive, arriving at Century House as Zasha parked the car in the usual underground parking below the building, unpacking the bags from the car's trunk and going into the elevator, all of that with an death silence between the three of us, no one actually willing to speak up until we were arrived at either Park's office or Zasha's office but at looking at it, we were going for Park's one.

"Here we are !" Park exclaimed as she was the one to lead the trio to her office, opening the door of it and to be honest, the office didn't change since the last time we left.

"Back home." I whispered, moving to put the bags beside her desk as she was walking to get next to her chair but not sitting on it. "You're okay ?" I asked her as I saw her, putting her crossed arms on the chair backrest.

"I'm fine, all good." She replied in an low voice. "You can have an seat, Zed." She gestured with her head towards one of the two seats in front of her desk.

"No, I'm good." They politely refused, staying near the door of the office. "In fact, I was asked to bring you two to the director, he wants to see you both." They revealed and we didn't have any choices.

"Okay, we're coming." I spoke up before starting to follow Zasha outside with Park near me to the room they were leading us. "Only the two of us ?" I demanded to them as we were walking.

"Yeah, it must be about what happened." They responded in an clear voice and only 20 seconds after these words that we were arrived near the room the director were awaiting : the same room as before for the last two debriefings. "Well, I'm leaving you, I will be at my office below." They said, opening the door for me & Park before they walked away from here as we were discovering that there were only the director of the MI6 Colin Figures here...only him.

"Agent Park, Agent Grigoriev, come in." He ordered in an good & clear voice as we both entered the room slowly.

"Sir." We saluted him as I closed the door behind me.

"Please, sit." He pointed at two chairs near him and we quickly moved to get sit on the chairs, now awaiting that he start to speak again. "So, I learned about your capture by the forces of the Perseus Collective and your rescue two days ago." He started, joining his hands together on the table. "Tell me, what did they do ?" He asked.

"Well, to tell you, sir, they tried to make us changes sides by brainwashing us both." I was the one to respond first, making an sign to Park meaning that I will tell first. "As you know well, they already knew that I was brainwashed and they tried to reverse the process before making an new one." I continued.

"To make sure that we complied, they start to drug us to see how effective it was before starting the process." Park added to my statement, feeling in her voice that she was sad to talk about it as she faced that....in both ways but....no, I can't and will not blame her for that... "Yirina managed to save me with an insider during one of those tests before we escaped."

"Interesting." The director muttered, looking at us both. "I'm very sorry about what you have faced, the MI6 tried everything to locate you but we didn't manage to do so." He apologized and we gestured that it was okay to him. "Agent Park, you talked about an insider, who was that person ?" He demanded to her.

"We don't know, sir." Park responded, lying to him as it was better to not put Sonya Kuzmin into too much trouble and like they said, we don't need to put them in the light.

"We tried to know but that person persisted to not say anything, they just helped us escape the place we were detained." I stated to him in an normal voice, nodding discreetly to Park about been grateful about Sonya. "We can only thanks that unknow person for their help."

"Yes, we can thanks that person as you said." He said, putting his arms on the table. "Since you probably faced an lot and the fact that you have maybe drugs in you...." He stopped himself as he wanted to verify that claim and we nodded to him. "You know & I know that I can't let you both return to the CIA like that."

"We're been thinking of that, sir." Park told him.

"Of course." He muttered, removing his hands of the table. "You will have to stay almost an entire month here to recover like the CIA is doing to that Adler." He revealed and in me, I was so relieved to hear that one month was given to be free and not stressed by the work, been working non-stop since 4 months. "You will still work in here but not in the field." He clarified and nonetheless, that was still nice.

"Thank you, sir." We thanked him both in unison.

"Well, I think I did say everything, you can go now." He directed as me & Park started to get up of our seats. "Wait, actually, I need to speak to you personally, agent Grigoriev." He exclaimed, stopping in my moves along with Park.

"Okay, sir." I complied, going back to sit on my chair as Park moved near me. "Join me at Zed's office." I proposed and she nodded before she walked away to leave the room, leaving me alone with the director. "So, what's the problem ?" I asked him gently.

"I have things to tell you personally about yourself." He revealed, joining back his hands and putting his elbows on the table. "First, you have been granted the british citizenship after you left for Laos." He said, giving an first delight in me.

"I'm...thank you, sir." I expressed my gratitude to him.

"No need to thank me, Grigoriev." He told me, gesturing that it wasn't obliged from me to do that. "Your father, James Doyle, it's thanks to him." He added.

"My father ?" I whispered.

"Your father was an british hero and since we learned that you were his daughter, it was necessary to give that citizenship." He elaborated to clarify his point and it was making me happy to know that. "About the last part, I know that you & Agent Park...it isn't only for work." He commented, making my eyes go wide.

"Sir, it's not..." I started as I know about the ban towards the agents that have relationships, fearing now the worst for me & her.

"Grigoriev, don't !" He cut me straight, keeping an normal voice as I was trembling on my seat. "I know about it well." He continued.

"Really ?" I gasped as he nodded to me.

"You may have heard about that ban and my predecessor told me about her but honestly....I don't give an damn about that ban." He proclaimed loudly as the bit of delight I had before came back in me.

"Agent Park is one of the best agents, along with you and our new lead cryptographer, Smirnov, to work in the MI6." He claimed.

"Sir, it's...." I was again in an loss of words but in an good way.

"You need to know that agent Park is protecting you on her life but she's the one who also need protection and you are the one giving it to her." He confessed, now realizing that my relationship with Park wasn't so discreet at his eyes but it was so nice from him. "Stay with her because she needs you, you don't know how much you made an impact to her." He adviced.

"I'm doing my best, sir." I confirmed with an grin on my face.

"Good, I can let you go now." He gave me the authorization to finally go out and I slowly got up from my seat. "Grigoriev, thank you for working with the MI6, take care of her."

"There's an lot of person telling me to do this and I'm doing this at 100%" I reassured him, putting my hands on the door handle to open it. "At 100%" I whispered in an low voice to myself before leaving the room.

I was mostly stunned to discover that our relationship was well know from the director but when he told me that he wasn't giving an fuck about the ban, I realized how much it was making me happy to know that someone higher were like approving that in here despite that stupid rule. I even had to make an tour to the toilets to clean up my face, still amazed by that fact before I could go join Park & Zasha at the latter office at one floor below.

After that, we mostly spend the rest of the day with Zasha to work but also discovering about their team, their new & old colleagues they've been working with since they've been now an official MI6 agent. I also decided to give their team an bit of my experience as an crytographer, giving to them some details about breaking an code at an higher effeciency and of course, Zasha was there with me to make them learn well.

When the day ended and the fact that we got nowhere to go with Park, Zasha decided to bring them back with them to their apartment in Kennington, taking with us the bags we left in Park's office before we started to walk to get to the appartment complex where they were living with Portnova....it's been an long time for her too that we didn't see her....I hope that her work as as math teacher is great for her.

"Welcome home." Zasha breathed after that walk as we were now in front of their apartment door before they took their keys out of their pocket.

"How is Portnova, by the way ?" I asked them.

"She's fine and her job like I said earlier this day, she loves it !" They replied, enthusiastic as they turned the keys in the lock to unlock the door. "She wouldn't be here & me too if you weren't there with Park." They added. "Thank you an lot." They turned their head to look at Park.

"I did what's best for you and Yiri." She affirmed, looking at me with an smile.

"Yiri, I'm home and not alone !" Zasha exclaimed as they opened the door of the apartment and we were having an smile on our face when we saw Portnova arriving from the hallway inside.

"Oh my god, Zed !" Portnova smiled at us, walking to make an quick kiss on Zasha's lips before wrapping her arms around me. "Grigoriev, it's so nice to see you back and alive." She admitted and she wasn't going easy with that hug.

"Portnova, my shoulder..." I moaned almost in pain, keeping an smile on my face.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized, breaking the hug in an quick move before looking at Park. "Of course, I missed you too." She confessed, moving to hug Park too.

"Me too, Portnova, me too." Park told her the truth at hearing her voice as Portnova walked back next to Zasha.

"I'm so happy to see back here." She repeated, gesturing to me & Park to install ourselves in the couch of the living room, putting the bags near me and then, I saw Beans arriving in the room....been an long time..."Here's our Beans." Portnova said, taking Beans in her arms and holding her like an baby

"She's looking cute." I proclaimed as Portnova moved with Beans in her arms near Zasha who installed themselves on another couch.

"She's still acting like when she was an baby." Zasha commented, moving their hands to pat Beans on the head.

"So, you're staying here for dinner ?" Portnova demanded to me & Park.

"Yeah, it will be an pleasure and then...." I started to reply before I stopped myself, realizing that we didn't have anywhere to go except...yeah, nowhere to go. "We don't have any places to go."

"That's not an problem." Zasha reassured us in an good voice. "The apartment has an friends room with an bed enough for you two and as I heard, you can stay here as long as you want to." They proposed and we looked at each other with Park, knowing that it was an very good idea.

"Yes, it's wonderful." Park claimed, an smile on her face as we both joined hands together.

"That's so nice to hear, I hope you will like the place." Portnova agreed before she decide to let Beans go away off her arms. "It's all going to be like an cohabitation but it will be superb." She added, true in her words.

"All perfect for you to taking a break." Zasha stated, nodding at us before they got up from the couch they were with Portnova.

"So, what happened to you ? What Perseus did to you ?" Portnova questioned us but we couldn't tell her that now.

"No, it's better that we...keep this discussion for later." I suggested, knowing that it could break the good ambiance that was in here already. "Not now, we just want to try to forget for the moment." I added and Park nodded in my defence.

"Yeah, it's better, Yiri." Zasha defended my choice, already knowing about those events as they moved next to an dresser. "Now, it's time for us to breath freely without thinking about work and to start...." They affirmed, opening an drawer before closing it, an pack of playing cards in their hand.....

"Who wants to play an game of 'Bullshit' here ?"

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Yes....this was....the 100th chapter of Yirina Grigoriev adventures to redeem herself in her fight against the Perseus Collective, accompanied by her friends, Zasha Smirnov, Yirina Portnova and others and of course, the one she loves : Helen Park !

I couldn't really believe at first that this story was going to be this long and far but here we are with now 100 chapters....100 chapters, can you really believe it ?

Before you start to read that 100th chapter, I wanted you to know that I'm very and so much grateful about the support that you all are giving to me in writing this story since April (Yes, since April !) and your support is giving me an lot of recomfort to continue to make that story coming alive.

Feel free to leave an comment about the story and to bookmark it and for now on, I'm leaving you until the next chapter of Yirina's adventures against Perseus

I hoped that you got a good reading, mes amis !

GuiGZ1

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hi bella i'm here bc t-shirt by thomas rhett w jalex?????? totally not bc we're listening to the song and have the same brain???? never??? not at all??? ok ily bye

sam the fact that you will just indulge me like this...........i adore you. anyway here’s some thomas rhett jalex to soothe your soul thank you for asking me to write this after i told you i wanted to write it dlgkmdfklgmfj

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Jack has a table when Alex arrives.

“Hey, hey, hot stuff,” he hears, and looks up to see Alex leaning over the patio fence.

“Wow, and only ten minutes late,” Jack says, making a show of checking the time on his phone. He gives Alex his most look-how-impressed-I-am face.

Alex laughs and reaches through the fence to poke at Jack’s shoulder. “I’ll be in in a sec,” he says, and then retreats to go around front. Jack figures he can wait a little longer. Alex will probably stop in the bathroom before he joins Jack at the table, anyway.

A few minutes pass, and then someone tugs gently at Jack’s ear, so Jack puts his phone away, this time for good, and turns a smile to Alex.

Alex looks good. He always looks good, would look good even in a paper bag, even in nothing at all (especially then), but there’s something about the all-black combination that makes Jack’s heart race. Clothes were invented, Jack decides, to be worn by Alex. All clothes.

Leather jackets in particular.

“Hi,” Alex says warmly (he’s trying not to say it warmly but Jack knows he can’t help it), before dipping his head to kiss Jack. “How was work?”

Jack smiles. He always smiles around Alex. He’s probably in love with Alex, but in a relationship this young it’s hard to say, and Jack falls so easily it’s actually ridiculous. The words taste sweet under his tongue, so he leaves them there for the moment. For whatever it’s worth, he imagines he’ll have many days on which to share them.

“Fine,” is what he says instead, as Alex sits down. “Some of this paperwork is going to be the death of me, but you don’t want to hear about that.”

“I do,” Alex insists.

Jack shakes his head. “I promise you, you do not. I was telling Zack about it on my lunch break and I’m pretty sure he fell asleep.”

Alex chuckles. “Well, Zack’s not your boyfriend.”

“That you know of.” Jack waggles his eyebrows. It makes Alex laugh, which is always the goal, and Jack laughs too, mostly to show that he’s joking, but also because Alex’s laugh makes Jack laugh.

“Fair enough,” Alex concedes. “Well, lucky for you it’s Friday, so no more work.”

“It’s Friday for you too.”

“Yeah, but I have lesson plans to draw up, papers to grade, et cetera.”

Jack squints. “Do you…do you think I don’t have work to do over the weekend?”

“Gonna be honest, I still don’t fully understand your job,” Alex says good-naturedly.

Jack grins. “That’s okay,” he says. “You look amazing tonight.”

It makes Alex look down at himself, only to look back up at Jack, and under the multicolored string lights of the patio (why are there still Christmas lights up in June?), Jack can see a blush rising. “Thanks,” he says. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Thank you,” Jack says. It’s just his work suit. Their date night restaurant is within walking distance of Jack’s office, for convenience reasons, and Jack is still in his suit for the same reason. “I thought I’d make a bit of an effort, you know. Once in a while.”

“Well, if you set the bar low, you can only ever really surpass expectations,” Alex points out. Jack claps triumphantly.

“Exactly!”

The waitress approaches then, asking for drinks orders and informing them of their deal on appetizers, two for the price of one. Jack orders a beer and Alex gets water, because he’s driving, and as the waitress leaves, they decide almost without conversing that they’ll be taking extreme advantage of the two-for-one deal.

For the rest of dinner they make small talk, except it’s not really small talk, because Jack cares so much to hear about the inane things Alex’s students have done that day; he’s been dying for an update on the gossip about the history teacher and the math teacher, and gasps when Alex shares how a student actually asked Mr. Hood if Mr. Clifford was his boyfriend. (“I’ve literally never seen Calum speechless like that,” Alex says, smirking. “It was almost hilarious.”) It doesn’t feel like small talk to hear about Alex’s day and to talk about his own, because Alex’s eyes are trained on Jack with so much focus that Jack feels like he’s explaining something much more complex and profound than just the broken coffee machine in the break room at work. It would be small talk if they had nothing else to talk about, but they have, and just aren’t; for two hours, while they slowly work their way through their own food and each other’s (Jack shamelessly nicking mozzarella sticks off Alex’s plate), they just catch up.

Jack is probably a bit tipsy as they reach the end of the meal. After Alex pays — immune to Jack’s myriad efforts to stop him, including but not limited to stealing his wallet — they sit at a mostly cleared table, waiting for the check to come back, and Jack stares at Alex. He finds himself doing it more often lately, and he can’t put a finger on why, except that Alex is so goddamn pretty it’s impossible not to stare.

“What?” Alex says, bracing his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. He leans forward. “What are you lookin’ at?”

Jack folds his arms over the table in front of him and mirrors Alex. “You’ve got something on your face,” he says. Alex starts, frowns; Jack giggles. “I’m teasing. You don’t. You’re just so fucking good-looking. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

The blush from before returns with a vengeance. “Careful,” Alex says lightly. “Talk like that might get you into trouble.”

“Are you trouble?”

Alex doesn’t waver. “I might be.”

“That’s where I wanna be, then.” Jack grins. “You wanna come over after?”

“No way,” Alex says, but he’s lying, or joking. There’s a glimmer in his eye that might just be the ridiculous Christmas lights, but Jack has seen it before. “I’ve seen your place. You messy bastard.”

“Hey, I cleaned!” Jack protests. It’s stupid, but he had, and not just because he’d hoped to bring Alex back with him tonight. (Okay, mostly for that reason.)

Alex laughs and pulls Jack into a kiss across the table, and it settles in Jack’s sternum, warmth throughout his chest. He can tell Alex is holding back, and he likes it.

“Fine,” Alex says, as they break. “Twist my arm. I’ll come over.”

“Yeah, you will,” Jack says, smirking, and just then the waitress returns with the check.

They don’t even make it to the landing.

Well, they do, but clumsily, with a lot of tripping and almost-falling. Jack’s not sure if he’s holding tight to Alex so they don’t have to stop kissing or because he’s legitimately afraid to fall over. He’s mostly sober, just tipsy enough that he’s laughing at things that aren’t that funny, like when they reach Jack’s door and Jack realizes he’s forgotten to get his keys out.

“Shit,” he giggles, and instead of searching for them he just kisses Alex again. Alex is no help at all; he melts into it like every other one, arms securely around Jack’s waist. For a minute Jack forgets that this is supposed to be the beginning of the night, and not the end. Alex’s hands find their meandering way up the back of Jack’s shirt, and Jack makes a quiet noise at the cold of his fingertips against Jack’s skin. He pushes gently at Alex’s chest. “Okay,” he says, slightly sobered, “let me get the door open, you impatient fucker.”

Alex just gives him a cheeky smile and leans in for one more kiss. It’s really fucking hard to turn Alex down, and for a second Jack wonders if he should even bother. Then he feels Alex’s hand dip into his back pocket, and when Alex pulls away this time he’s holding Jack’s keys.

“Too slow,” he says, mouth curling into an enticing smirk.

Jack shakes his head. “Your fault,” he says as Alex unlocks the door, admitting them both to the apartment. The keys clatter as they land on the dining room table; Jack’s going to forget they’re there later, and Alex will inevitably remember. Both of them kick off their shoes somewhere in the general direction of the front door, and by that time Jack’s grown impatient himself. When Alex looks first at Jack and then past him to the bedroom, a question in his eyes that’s also an answer, Jack wastes no time.

It’s messy, but it’s always messy; Jack loves that about Alex, that he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, to play rough and leave Jack satisfied but wanting more. Anyway, Jack feels they’ve earned the right to be a little messy. Alex is a middle school teacher, and Jack’s working an office job, for fuck’s sake; if Alex wants to be the reason for wrinkles in Jack’s shirt, Jack’s in favor of that.

After, Alex cuddles himself into Jack’s chest, face pressed into Jack’s neck, trying to absorb Jack’s warmth. Jack doesn’t have control over the air conditioning in his building, and as a result it’s always either slightly too cold or hot. In summer months it’s the former, and Alex isn’t wearing a shirt, which is probably lending to the chill. Jack could suggest that Alex get dressed, but he likes Alex like this, clingy and cuddly, leeching heat out of Jack’s skin. Alex runs cold, unfortunately for him, but Jack runs warm.

(It’s just another way they’re perfect for each other. Jack keeps running into them, the things that make Alex and Jack complementary, like how Jack doesn’t like pickles and Alex does, or how they don’t share any of the same favorite breakfast cereals so they’d never eat the other’s, or the fact that somehow, having held hands with many people in his life, Jack’s never felt his fingers fit as well as they do between Alex’s. Maybe he’s just romantic, but fuck if he doesn’t feel like he and Alex belong together.)

“You could put a shirt on,” Jack murmurs, pressing a kiss to Alex’s forehead, after Alex shivers and curls tighter against Jack.

“Boring,” comes Alex’s muffled voice. It sends a buzz through Jack’s skin. “Zero points for creativity.”

Jack laughs. “Come on, Al, you’re freezing. Take one of mine.” Alex makes a noise of protest. Jack gently pats his back. “Alex, you’re a big boy. Don’t be stubborn.”

“Your mom’s a big boy,” Alex says, but he rolls away and, with a great dramatic sigh, crosses to Jack’s dresser to rifle through his t-shirt drawer. “Any suggestions?”

“I suggest you put a shirt on.”

Alex shoots him a look. “Duh.” He pulls out one of Jack’s Orioles t-shirts and grins. “Oh, this is it for sure.”

Alex pulls the shirt over his head, and when he resurfaces his hair is hopelessly messed up. Jack can’t help but smile at it, at the whole picture. It’s too much for him, Alex in his Orioles t-shirt and boxers with the fucking American flag on them, which is his idea of a joke (and had, of course, made Jack laugh).

“What?” Alex asks. He does a spin as if showing off the new look, and Jack snorts and shakes his head. “Stop staring at me, you creep.” He takes a running jump towards the bed, landing with a screech beside Jack and crawling over him. Their legs tangle together, and Jack gazes up at Alex, overwhelmed, hoping he never stops feeling overwhelmed by Alex.

“You just look super hot, that’s all,” Jack says gratuitously. His pulse racing, he tugs Alex down into a kiss. Alex goes willingly, and Jack closes his eyes, drowning in everything Alex; the image of Alex twirling around in Jack’s shirt, the cold of Alex’s skin where Jack’s fingertips graze his hips, Alex humming quietly in the back of his throat as he deepens the kiss, Alex’s hand in Jack’s hair, Alex’s cologne permeating the whole room, Alex’s mouth on his, and all of Jack’s senses Alex Alex Alex until nothing else matters, just him and Alex and the universe on pause.

(He almost says it, really, almost ends the kiss with I love you, you know?, but he stops himself. That’s the kind of thing people do when they don’t have the time to wait, and Jack has time. They have all the time in the world.)

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The In-Between Chapter 6

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 7,455

Warning - cursing (if people don’t like that kind of stuff)

A/N- so I kind of got carried away with this chapter and wrote over 7000 words lol, but I couldn’t really split this chapter up considering what’s about to come in the next chapter so I just left it as is (the next chapter is going to have so many interactions with the two groups you won’t be ready!) I really hope you all like this chapter because I worked hard on it and am actually really proud of the way it turned out! leave a comment with your thoughts on the chapter and with any predictions that you have for the future🤩

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prolouge 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

"Wh-Wh-What is she doing?" Bill whispered as he gently nudged Y/N's side.

The girl stared ahead at Eleven who was busy putting a radio on a station that only had static playing before she glanced at Bill. She sent him a small smile that had him blushing and smiling back. "You'll see," she whispered.

Y/N let out a small gasp as she remembered something and quickly disappeared up the stairs and into her house before returning a few seconds later with a cloth in her hand. She walked over and handed it to Eleven who gave her a small smile before beginning to fold it and wrap it around her eyes like a blindfold.

"A blindfold?" Richie asked. He then smirked before winking in Eleven's direction. "Kinky. Now all we need is some handcuffs and-"

"Beep beep Richie!" the Losers Club cried out while the Party all looked at Richie in disgust.

Y/N shook her head at the boy before looking to the Party with an apologetic smile, "Sorry about him. He hadn't quite matured yet if you can't tell."

"Hey!" Richie complained.

"Oh hush," Y/N told him making the boy pout. She chuckled and ruffled his hair much to his annoyance before she turned her attention back to Eleven who was finished setting up.

"Remember, you have to be quiet," Y/N reminded the Losers, making a point to stare at Richie longer than the others. They all nodded before looking to Eleven who was now sitting on the ground, the radio static playing behind her.

The room was so quiet that one could have heard a pin drop. The prospect of Eleven doing something that could help them with their mission to find Mine being enough to make even Richie keep his mouth shut.

It took a minute, but Eleven suddenly let out a small gasp before whispering, "Mike."

Y/N noticed Wheeler frown a little at that seeing as she was talking about a different Mike instead of him. It was unusual that was for sure and Y/N had thought it was weird knowing two Mikes as well when she first moved to Derry. But since she had called him Wheeler since they were kids, calling Mike Hanlon by his first name hadn't been too weird for her.

"I. . .I see him," Eleven whispered out making the Losers all furrow their eyebrows and look to Y/N confused. She just gave them a look and gestured towards Eleven in response and they all looked back to the girl who had some blood starting to peak out from her nose.

"He. . .He's hiding by some water," Eleven said.

"The quarry," Y/N muttered as she looked to the others. Their eyes widened slightly and they watched as Y/N walked over and bent down in front of her friend.

Y/N reached out and gently took ahold of Eleven's hand, the girl instantly latching onto hers in return. "Tell Mike that we're coming for him," Y/N whispered, tears springing in her eyes. "Tell him he's going to be okay."

"Your friends. . .they're coming for you. Hang in there, Mike. You're going to be okay," Eleven muttered, although Y/N knew she was talking to Mike Hanlon.

"Hurry," a voice suddenly came from the radio causing the Losers and Y/N to jump in surprise at the sound of their friend's voice. "Please hurry."

Eleven's face then scrunched up in pain and she let out a loud gasp before ripping the blindfold from her face. Her eyes frantically looked around before locking with Y/N's. "He's okay," she assured him. Y/N wiped away her tears and gave Eleven a small smile before hugging her friend in thanks.

"What the fuck was that?”

The two girls pulled away from each other to see the Losers looking more confused then ever. "What the fuck just happened?" Richie questioned, his eyes wide. "What did she do and how the hell does she know that Mike is okay?"

Y/N took in a deep breath before standing up and slowly approaching her friends. "Guys, so Eleven kind of has these powers. She was able to mentally connect with Mike and get a picture of where he was and give him a message," Y/N explained.

"I'm sorry. What?" Stan asked confused.

"Powers like superpowers?" Ben questioned.

"I guess," Y/N replied. "I know it's hard to understand but-"

"Hard to understand? It's crazy! You know what, I'm calling bullshit," Richie announced.

"But Mike's voice-" Y/N began.

"We don't even know if that was his voice because all I could hear was a bunch of fucking static! How am I supposed to believe you when the only thing that I saw happen was that girl get a fucking nosebleed and bleed all over your basement?" Richie asked.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at the boy and went over to his girlfriend who he helped off the ground while Eleven wiped the blood from her nose. He was about to say something when he saw Y/N raise an eyebrow at the boy and cross her arms.

"You want proof? Evidence?" Y/N questioned, not a look of hesitation on her face. Richie was silent before nodding his head. "Okay, asshole. Here's your fucking proof."

She then walked over to one of the closet doors of the basement before opening it and walking back over to the group. Richie was about to question her when the door slammed shut making him and the other Losers all jump in surprise.

The door then began to open and slam shut repeatedly and Richie was hesitant before he turned to look at Eleven who had one hand up in the air. The door slammed shut for a final time and Eleven lowered her hand before wiping the small bit of blood below her nose away.

"Holy shit! She's an X-Men!" Eddie exclaimed in disbelief making Dustin chuckle since he had thought the same thing when he first met Eleven.

Y/N smirked and looked to Richie while the other Losers and the Party watched the girl in amusement. "That enough proof for you?" she asked.

Richie made a face in response and Y/N chuckled before looking between the groups and clapping her hands together. "Now. . .we may know that Mike is okay right now, but that doesn't mean he will be forever. We need to start making plans and preparing because first thing after school tomorrow, we are going to the Well House to save Mike and kill those other motherfuckers before it's too late. Everyone okay with that?" Y/N announced.

The Parry and the Losers' Club all nodded in agreement and Y/N smirked.

"Great. Let's get to work."

- - -

Bill bit his lip in concentration as he used a ruler to draw lines through the map of Derry. His job, and the job of all the Losers, was to split a map of Derry up into four different sectors. When they left to go find Mike tomorrow, half of the whole group would be staying behind while the other half broke off into pairs and searched the specific sections of the Upside Down's version of Derry.

Since the Upside Down was pretty much a replica of the real world, Y/N had thought it would be a good idea to use a map of Derry to break up the sections. Because the Losers knew Derry the best, they had offered to split the map up while the Party got weapons ready seeing as they knew what would work best against a demogorgon if it were to attack.

Y/N had started out with the Losers at first, but it hadn't taken long for her to migrate over to the Party whom she had been spending the last hour with. The Losers hadn't thought much of it at first, but they couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to totally forget about them as she laughed and joked around with the Party, a smile on her face that looked nothing like the usual smile they got to see.

Bill had to force himself not to look up, reminding himself that Y/N was just excited to see her friends again. That's why Bill had put all his effort into the maps he was making, Beverly being the only other person to help him while Stan, Ben, Eddie, and Richie all watched Y/N and the Party with frowns on their faces and jealously coursing through their blood.

Glares were on the four boys faces and they only narrowed their eyes more at the sight of Y/N with her arms linked with Will as she talked to Steve and Lucas. "She forgot about us," Stan whispered softly, sadness laced in his voice despite his angered appearance.

"I can't believe it," Ben muttered, feeling awful at the idea that the Party made Y/N happier than they did. Him and the others could tell by the look of pure joy on her face just how much happier she was around the Party and that only fueled their jealousy more.

"Well believe it, Benny. We're yesterday's news," Richie frowned, glaring slightly as a bitter taste filled his mouth.

"Look how happy they make her. I don't think I've ever made her laugh that hard," Eddie muttered sadly as he too came to the realization that Y/N was happier around the Party than she was around them.

"It's cause you're not funny, Eds," Richie shot back. "No wonder Y/N left us. We're a bunch of losers literally."

"Sh-Sh-Shut up," Bill called out, tired of their behavior and tones.

Richie whirled around so fast that he whacked Eddie who let out a cry of protest. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said as he looked at Bill in disbelief. When Bill didn't look up, Richie stomped over to his friend. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Are you really so blind that you don't see your girl over there with her arms fucking linked with another boy? He's stealing her right in front of your eyes, dumbass. How are you not the slightest bit mad or jealous?" Richie asked. "Cause me being Y/N's friend and seeing her talking to them and not us is making me mad and I'm not the one that had a crush on her."

Bill frowned at that and looked up, but he froze at the sight of Y/N laughing at something Dustin had told her as she leaned into Will and wiped at her tears. Her arm was linked with Will's like Richie had said and she was resting her head on his shoulder as she looked up at Dustin with a huge grin on her face.

Bill's heart broke at the sight.

Bill cleared his throat and quickly looked away, blinking fast to keep the tears from coming. "Sh-Sh-She's not my g-g-girl. She can d-d-do whatever the h-h-hell she w-w-wants," he muttered.

Richie felt a wave of guilt wash over him once he realized how upset he had just made his friend, but Y/N's laughter had him turning back to look at her, a new wave of anger washing over him at the fact that she was now hurting Bill without even knowing it.

"How can someone be that funny? I mean, there's no way!" Richie exclaimed.

"Aren't they supposed to be gathering weapons anyways? Not joking around?" Stan asked.

"They did gather weapons," Ben pointed out as he gestured towards the few crowbars, bats, and other weapons they had gathered. "They even got flashlights and rope."

"Still, how are they so funny? Especially that Wheeler kid. She must be laughing at how funny looking he is," Richie concluded making the others raise their eyebrows at him.

Beverly rolled her eyes at Richie before glancing at Bill who was busy glaring at Will and Dustin. Beverly scoffed and stood up causing the Losers to all snap their attention over to her.

"Are you all being serious right now?" Beverly asked while the boys all gave her confused looks, not understanding what she was getting at. "You know that Y/N cares about each of you more than life itself, but you also need to understand that she can care about other people just as much. They were her first friends, guys. That group went through so much shit together just like we have and they haven't seen each other in two whole years!"

The boys didn't respond and Beverly just gave them an angry look as she narrowed her eyes. "I swear to God if Y/N hears one word from your jealous asses I will kill you. Now stop being self conscious pussies and be happy for your friend," she spat before she stormed away from the group and over to the Party.

They watched as Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of Beverly before she grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her over to Max and Eleven, the four girls instantly falling into conversation. The boys all felt a wave of guilt wash over them, but none of them felt like going over and trying to talk to Y/N or the rest of the members of the Party.

It took only a minute before Richie, Eddie, Stan and Ben returned to their complaining as they watched their friend, but Bill took the longest to return back to what he had been doing before. His eyes were still on Y/N and his heart ached as he watched her.

He knew there was some truth to Beverly's words, but it was hard to believe everything she said after he had seen how happy Y/N was. How come he couldn't make her laugh like that? Or smile like that?

He would do anything to be in the receiving end of that smile. Hell, he would probably swoon at the sight.

Did she not like him the way he thought she had? For a moment he had thought she maybe returned his feelings, but now he wasn't so sure. If she had then he would be able to make her that happy, right?

Bill let out a small sigh and took in a deep breath before going back to the maps, trying everything in his power not to let his feelings get to him so much. But even he couldn't stop the one traitor tear from falling down his face as he realized he would never be able to make Y/N as happy as he had hoped.

If only he knew how he looked in Y/N's eyes. Then maybe he wouldn't have doubted himself and maybe he wouldn't have ended up hurting her later that night.

- - -

"Y/N!" Eleven cried out as she jumped onto the girl from behind, a laugh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms around her giggling friend who had been busy sorting through the weapons with Steve and Wheeler.

"El!" Y/N mockingly yelled back as she looked over her shoulder at her friend.

Eleven chuckled and got off of her before glancing over at Steve and Wheeler. "I'm going to steal her for a few minutes," she said. She didn't bother waiting for a response from the boys before she was dragging Y/N away and over to where Beverly and Max were sitting.

"No, yeah I love your hair! I always wanted to try and cut mine short, but I'm afraid it will turn out bad," Max said as she looked at Beverly's haircut. "Who cut your hair because it looks so good!"

"I did actually," Beverly told her.

"No way!" Max gasped. "It looks so good, Beverly!"

"Thanks," Beverly said before she happened to notice Eleven and Y/N walking up to them. "Oh, hey Y/N!"

"Hey," Y/N greeted as Max also turned to look at her friends. Max's eyes lit up at the sight of the girl and she was quick to stand up before her and Eleven practically shoved Y/N into the place Max had just been sitting.

"Woah, okay," Y/N muttered as she adjusted herself so that she was more comfortable. When she looked back up, Eleven and Max were looking at her expectantly while Beverly gave her an apologetic smile.

"What?" Y/N asked, her eyes narrowing in curiosity as she wondered what her friends were up to.

"So we've been talking to Beverly," Max began. "She was telling us some funny stories about you when we heard some interesting stuff and-"

"Tell us about you and Bill!" Eleven interrupted, her eyes shining with excitement as she clasped her hands together and tucked them under her chin.

Y/N's eyes widened. "Me and Bill? Wh-What about me and Bill?" she asked. "We're just friends."

Max and Eleven both gave each other a look before raising their eyebrows at their friend. "Come on. We can tell by the way you look at him that you like him. Just admit it," Max prompted.

"What?" Y/N asked, her voice high and her face a dark shade of red. "Me like Bill?"

"Friends don't lie. You like him, Y/N. Admit it," Eleven insisted.

Y/N blushed even more before burying her face into her hands. "Okay, I like him," she whispered, not looking up to watch as her friends let out squeals and began to whack each other.

"We knew it!" Max exclaimed. "Beverly already told us, but like, we knew it!"

Y/N lifted her head to glance over at Beverly who smiled sheepishly. "They did already know it," Beverly said.

"So it's that obvious?" Y/N asked with wide eyes filled with horror at the thought of Bill knowing that she liked him.

"To everyone but you two," Eleven said.

"Yeah, Bill's kind of oblivious," Beverly agreed. "I don't think he knows."

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief causing Max to raise an eyebrow. "Would it be so bad if he did?" the red head asked.

"I mean, I guess not," Y/N whispered as she looked down. She would love to be able to tell Bill how she felt, to let him know just how much he meant to her even if he didn't feel the same way.

"But," Beverly said, already knowing that wasn't all the girl had to say.

"What if it ruins our friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way?" Y/N asked.

The three girls' mouths dropped open at the same time before they all laughed. "First of all, he does feel the same way. It's obvious just by the way he looks at you like you're an angel walking on this earth," Max said.

"Secondly, it won't ruin your friendship," Eleven told her.

"What they said. I'm pretty sure that even if you and Bill went south that you two would still be friends. You two have been close ever since you moved here, Y/N. He wouldn't be the type of person to push you away like that. Besides, I wouldn't let him and I'm sure El and Max wouldn't either," Beverly said.

"Yeah, we'd beat his ass," Max agreed while Eleven nodded her head in agreement.

Y/N chuckled and smiled softly at her friends. "Thanks. I love you all so much," she said causing Eleven, Max, and Beverly to smile before they pulled the girl in for a group hug.

When they pulled away, they thankfully let the topic of Bill drop. Max and Eleven began talking to Beverly about her hair again and about her relationship with Ben while Y/N slowly zoned out.

She let her eyes flicker over to Bill who was across the room still working on the maps and trying to fold them. As if sensing her gaze, his eyes flickered up and locked with hers. Y/N sent a small smile in his direction, but to her surprise he didn't even smile before he just looked down at the maps again.

Y/N blinked in surprise before quickly looking away with a sad look on her face, not noticing the way that Bill looked back up at her sadly after.

- - -

It was around eleven o'clock that night before Y/N heard Ben call out, "We'll see you in the morning, Y/N!"

The girl quieted down her laughter and looked away from Lucas and Wheeler and over to where Beverly and Ben were standing by the stairs. Y/N was quick to get up and she smiled as she made her way across the room to hug both Ben and Beverly.

At the sight of her smile and the fact that she had left her other friends just to hug him goodbye, Ben suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he realized how wrong he had been earlier for judging the girl and for complaining about her hanging out with her other friends.

"Night, guys. I'll see you in the morning," Y/N said before pulling away to look for the others. Her smile slowly disappeared once she realized that Richie, Eddie, Stan, and Bill were all gone.

"Where. . .where did the others go?" Y/N questioned as she looked to Ben and Beverly confused.

Ben looked down at his shoes before saying, "They all left a little bit ago. Bill went first and then Richie, Eddie, and Stan followed not too long after."

"Why?" Y/N asked, trying not to sound upset. "They didn't even start goodbye."

Ben didn't respond and Y/N frowned before saying, "Uh. . .I guess I'll see you guys in the morning, yeah?"

Beverly and Ben nodded with small smiles before turning to go up the stairs. "Bye, Y/N," the two called out before disappearing into the night.

Y/N kind of stood there for a moment after the door closed behind them, her thoughts racing as she tried to think of a reason for her friends' sudden departure. Had she done something wrong? Were they okay?

Hands on her shoulders made her jump slightly, but she instantly relaxed when she looked over her shoulder to see Steve standing right behind her. He titled his head slightly and gave her one of his warm smiles before asking with a hint of worry on his voice, "You okay, squirt?"

Y/N turned completely to face him before smiling softly and hugging the boy. She dug her face into his side and he wrapped his arms around her with no questions asked. Y/N was silent as she breathed in his scent, a small feeling of familiarity and her childhood washing over her.

"I'm doing good," she whispered, her heart warm due to the fact that her two friend groups had finally met and she had them both by her side. "I'll be better when Mike's home though. He's so sweet and kind. We like to go out to his farm sometimes and I'll help him with the animals. You're going to love him."

"As long as he's not like Trashmouth, I'm sure I will," Steve laughed making Y/N chuckle softly as she pulled away to look at the boy.

"Oh, Richie's not that bad. He can take things far and curse most of the time, but he's got a kind heart and he is probably one of the best people you'll meet once you really get to know him," Y/N said, a smile on her face as she talked about her friend.

"They all are in fact. I mean, you've got Stan who is easy to relate with. When he knows I'm having a bad day, he always takes me bird watching and doesn't pester me with what's wrong, only stays by my side so I'm not alone. Then there's Ben who is the sweetest little human being you'll ever meet. He's the boy that will go to the library all the time with me just to research random things."

"We've got Eddie who is practically the mother of the group sometimes. He cares about my health more than I do and is always making sure that I'm okay. There's a little hammock in one of the group's hang out spots and he'll always sit with me and we'll read comics together. Then you've got Beverly who's a total badass. I tell her practically everything and I swear she knows more about me than I do. Every Saturday morning, we take a break from the boys and will go out to breakfast and catch up."

"Finally, you've got Bill. He's the one that I'm closest to out of all of them. He was my first real friend and helped me a lot on my first day of school," Y/N said. She looked down and smiled fondly as she whispered, "I'll never be able to pay him back for what he's done for me." She was quiet for a second before looking up at Steve and saying, "He means a lot to me. They all do really."

Steve smiled softly at the girl as she rambled in about her friends, a warm feeling of relief washing over him as he realized that Y/N has been fine and loved over the past two years.

"You really care about those friends of yours, huh?" Steve asked, a knowing look on his face.

Y/N smiled fondly and nodded her head as she softly said, "They're my best friends. I would do anything for them just like I would for you guys."

Steve's smile grew slightly at that, thankful that Y/N had some pretty great friends by her side. Y/N smiled back before turning to check and make sure that the weapons and maps were ready. Once she knew that they were, she clapped her hands together once before saying to the Party, "Okay, now that we have a plan to head out after school tomorrow and everything is all set up. . .who wants to watch a movie?"

The Party all perked up at that. "Yes! Star Wars please!" Will exclaimed.

"What? No, let's watch Back to the Future," Dustin complained.

"I vote Star Wars," Max agreed.

"Me too," Lucas said.

"No, guys. Back to the Future all the way," Wheeler argued while Eleven nodded her head in agreement.

"Back to the Future's the one where the mom is trying to hook up with her son, right?" Steve asked.

"I mean that's not the point of the movie, but yes," Y/N said with a small laugh.

"Okay, I vote that one," Steve said.

"Sorry, Will. I've got to go with Back to the Future which means that Back to the Future wins," Y/N said making the boy pout. Y/N just gave him a small smile which he returned before she gestured towards the stairs that led up to her house. "I'll be back."

In just a matter of minutes, Y/N had sprinted upstairs and found the movie. She had received a call from her parents a few hours before about how they had a last minute business conference an hour away that they had to go to and would be gone for the next couple of days, so it was no surprise that no one was around when she was running around trying to find the movie.

Upon finding the movie, Y/N began to make her way towards the basement when she paused next to the phone. She stared at it in silence for a moment before setting the movie down, picking up the phone, and dialing the number that she knew by heart due to the many late night conversations she had with the person on the other end of the line.

"H-H-Hello?"

"Bill?" Y/N said. "It's Y/N."

"Oh. H-H-Hi, Y/N," Bill muttered.

Y/N frowned slightly, but shrugged it off. "I just wanted to call and see if you were okay. You left early, so I wasn't sure if something was wrong," she said.

"I'm f-f-fine," Bill replied, leaving his reply at that and his tone coming out colder and sharper than usual.

Y/N blinked in surprise before nervously chuckling, "Oh, okay. That's good. Why. . .why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

"I w-w-was just tired which I s-s-still am. I'll s-s-see you in the m-m-morning, okay?" Bill told her.

"Oh, okay. Um. . .goodni-" but before Y/N could finish what she asked saying, the boy had hung up. Y/N stood there in silence, her grip on the phone loosening slightly as tears began to fill her eyes. Swallowing thickly, the girl blinked rapidly to stop her tears before taking in a deep breath.

Bill is just tired, she reminded herself. He's not trying to be mean.

Once she had calmed herself down, Y/N put a smile on her face and bounded down the stairs of her basement to have a movie night with her friends. They had all passed out within an hour, Y/N with her head against Steve's side, her feet in Dustin's lap and Will's head on her stomach. Just below them on the floor were Wheeler and Eleven cuddled up together and Max and Lucas doing the same thing.

Y/N found herself looking around the group for a quick second as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the nights like these that they used to have before she left Hawkins. Nancy and Jonathan had been with them too and Joyce and Hopper had been the ones to cover them all with blankets while they slept.

So with her friends surrounding her, Y/N fell asleep with memories of Hawkins and her old life filling her head.

- - -

Y/N didn't know what to think when she woke up the next day to find that everyone in the Losers' Club except for Beverly weren't talking to her. Bill hadn't even been waiting for her that morning like he usually did before they rode to school together.

Everyone was either avoiding her like Bill was or being weird and looking uncomfortable around her like Eddie was. Y/N didn't know what she had done wrong, so she went through the day having no one but Beverly by her side.

Y/N almost felt bad for having chosen to wear Bill's jacket to school that day, a sinking feeling in her gut as she thought that maybe that was only making Bill more mad at her. Beverly wouldn't tell her why he or the others were and at her in the first place, so Y/N didn't even know how to fix anything.

This meant that when lunch rolled around, it was even quieter than usual. It was actually completely silent and not even Richie had some snarky thing to say. The group all just ate their food in silence with Y/N sparing sad glances in her friends' directions while Beverly glared at the boys, pissed at the way they were acting.

Y/N tried to strike up a conversation a few times, but it always received a one word answer in response before silence followed. After a while, Y/N gave up and most of the lunch period was spent with the boys staring at their meals while Y/N stared at them with a saddened and hurt expression.

It wasn't until everyone was getting ready to leave that Y/N let out a sigh and said, "Hey, I don't know what I did, but I just wanted to tell you guys thank you for being so nice to my friends last night."

This surprised the group and they all slowly looked up at her, finally allowing their eyes to lock on her face.

"Those guys mean about as much to me as you guys do and I've been wanting to introduce you all for so long. I really hoped you guys liked them. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I really appreciate it," she told them as she gave them all a small smile despite the tears that had begun to fill her eyes.

The group all stared at her in silence as the bell rang behind them, signaling that the lunch period was over. Y/N let out another sigh and stood up as she grabbed her things. "Uh. . .I'll see you guys later," she whispered before hurrying away from the table and out of the cafeteria, leaving the boys feeling guilty.

Beverly shook her head at the boys as she stood up. "You guys are ridiculous. Not only did you not give her friends a chance last night, but now you're punishing Y/N for talking to her other friends instead of you by ignoring her? I'm disappointed in all of you," she said.

Her eyes flickered over to Bill and they narrowed. "Especially you, Bill. We all know you care about her, so why the hell would you treat her the way that you have been? She told me about the phone call last night. She called to check and see if your dumbass was okay and you were rude and snippy with her before you had the audacity to hang up on her? What the fuck were you thinking?" she asked in disbelief.

"You all need to apologize to Y/N for the way you have been acting. She has talked so highly of you to the others and you all have done nothing but prove her wrong. There's no way we are going to be able to help Mike and defeat the Upside Down and It with you all sad and not thinking straight. So man up and go apologize before you lose her for real," Beverly spat before she angrily got up from the table and stormed out of the cafeteria, no doubt going to try and find Y/N.

"Did you see how upset Y/N looked when she left?" Eddie whispered, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he broke the moment of silence that had fallen over them after Beverly left.

"She looked like she was about to cry," Ben said just above a whisper.

"We did that," Stan muttered, his head bowed as he stared at his hands sadly.

"Fuck," Richie muttered as a feeling of intense guilt hit both him and the other Losers. "We messed up big time, boys."

Bill was silent as he stared at the doors Y/N had walked through only moments before. He hadn't been blind and had noticed her wearing his jacket today, the sight making his heart flutter. But as he looked from the door to the jacket that Y/N had secretly left behind on her seat for Bill was enough to make his heart break.

Richie was right. They had messed up.

They had messed up bad.

- - -

The final bell of the day made Y/N feel both relieved and scared. Relieved because she was finally going to be able to save Mike, but scared because she would have to go back into the Upside Down and she had a sinking feeling in her gut about what was going to happen.

She hadn't seen the guys for the rest of the day, but Beverly had made sure to always stick by her side. That's how the two ended up leaving the school together with their arms locked and small laughs escaping their lips as Y/N told Beverly about the time Dustin sang the song 'Never-Ending Story' with his girlfriend Susie over a walkie talkie system for everyone to see.

"I'm not even kidding," Y/N laughed. "Just picture it. Everyone is either being chased by the fucking Mindflayer or trying to save the world and I'm sitting there watching Dustin sing his heart out with Lucas' little sister by my side. It was hilarious!"

Beverly laughed so hard that she snorted. "I bet it was. I can't believe-" she began, but she trailed off once she saw Y/N smile disappear as she froze beside her. Beverly turned her head to see what Y/N was looking at and instantly frowned at the sight of the boys all standing by their bikes waiting for the two girls.

Beverly released Y/N's arm and Y/an glanced at her friends before looking away and walking over to her bike. "I'm surprised you all waited for me," Y/N said in a monotone voice as she approached her bike.

Eddie was the first to break and he sighed before saying, "We're sorry for the way we've been acting."

Y/N froze at that and rested her hands on her bike handles before looking up at the group. "What?" she asked, both her and Beverly staring at the boys in surprise. Although Beverly was smiling slightly due to the fact that the boys were finally apologizing after a long day of no one talking to each other.

"Yeah, the way we acted was unacceptable," Ben agreed. "And we're sorry for that."

"We. . .we were jealous," Stan admitted making Y/N blink in surprise.

"Jealous?" she asked confused.

"We were jealous of your other friends. We. . .we thought you were forgetting about us, that you didn't care about us like you did them. So we turned into a bunch of fucking jealous assholes and hurt you in the process," Richie sighed and the fact that he was speaking his feelings was enough to make Y/N realize how serious they were being.

"Guys. . ."she whispered sadly, hating that she made them feel like that. "I don't want you to ever feel like that, okay? I love you all so fucking much that it scares me sometimes to be completely honest. I've known you for what, two years now? I've known the others my whole life, so of course things are going to be a little different around them. But that does not mean I don't love and care about you guys any less. The Losers' Club is my family, you guys are my family. You're my life honestly and I wouldn't trade moving here for the world."

The Losers' all teared up a little at those words and Ben was the first to drop his bike to go over and hug Y/N. The girl chuckled and hugged the boy back while the others quickly came over to hug her as well. She hugged Eddie and Stan before hugging Beverly and Richie who held her the tightest.

The one thing about Richie was that he tried to act like he didn't care when he actually cared the most, so Y/N made a point to hug him back just as hard which made the boy dig his face into her shoulder as he held her.

Once she had hugged each of them, she pulled away to see Bill kind of standing there by himself. The two hadn't hugged or even spoken to each other yet and Y/N knew that their talk was going to be a little longer and more personal than the other. Bill must've known too because he glanced at his friends and gave them a pleading look as he said, "C-C-Can you all give us a m-m-minute?"

"Yeah," Beverly said. "We'll ride on ahead and you two can catch up, okay?"

Then, before the others could complain, Beverly pushed the boys to their bikes and they all began to bike away. That left Y/N and Bill standing there at the front of the school with their bikes by their side.

Y/N looked down at her feet before whispering, "You done ignoring me now?"

There was a beat of silence and she slowly looked up through her eyelashes only to have Bill rush forward and hug her, the action making both of their bikes fall over and hit the ground. Y/N's arms were out in surprise, but she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around the boy, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Bill whispered into her ear as he practically cradled her head against his body. "I'm so sorry. I let R-R-Richie get to me and the w-w-way I acted around you was un-un-unacceptable. I mean, even that ph-ph-phone call was rude. You w-w-were just checking up on m-m-me and I hung up on you w-w-without even giving a r-r-reason. I didn't mean to h-h-hurt you and I'm so s-s-sorry for that."

"Why'd you do it? What did Richie say?" Y/N asked softly as she pulled away to look at the boy.

"What Richie said wasn't important," Bill told her, his head bowed. "It was what I told myself that got in the way."

"And what did you tell yourself?" she questioned.

"I-I-I thought I c-c-couldn't make you as h-h-happy as they could," Bill admitted. "Th-Th-That I would n-n-never make you as h-h-happy as they could."

Y/N's face softened at that and she furrowed her eyebrows as she lifted a hand up and placed it against Bill's cheek. "Bill, why would you think such a thing?" she asked, the disbelief evident in her voice.

"The w-w-way you laughed. . .the way you s-s-smiled. . .I'd never seen you l-l-look that happy," Bill muttered.

"Bill, that's not true in any way, shape, or form," she assured him. Y/N lovingly rubbed her thumb against his cheek before smiling softly at him.

"I'm my happiest when I'm with you."

Bill blushed at that, his eyes flickering over her face before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against her own. The two both let their eyes close as they enjoyed this moment, their arms holding onto each other while their foreheads touched.

"I r-r-really am sorry," Bill whispered, not opening his eyes.

Y/N smiled softly and opened her eyes long enough so that she could push herself up on her tip toes and press a kiss to Bill's cheek. He instantly leaned into her touch, his arm that was around her pulling her even closer to his body if that was possible.

"I forgive you," Y/N assured him once she had pulled away, Bill turning his face so that their noses brushed against each other and their eyes locked. Both of their faces were red and they were silent for a moment before Y/N smiled and said, "You should know better than to listen to Richie."

Bill chuckled softly and pulled away to press a small kiss to her forehead before he pulled away from her and went over to his backpack. "Yeah, p-p-probably not my s-s-smartest move," he said as he opened his backpack and pulled out his jacket. The same jacket that Y/N had in her possession only a few hours before.

Y/N's smile dropped slightly at the sight. "Oh, I should've told you that I was leaving it for you. I hadn’t meant to keep it so long," she told him, but the boy only smiled and walked over to her with it in his hand.

"I-I-I want you to w-w-wear it," Bill admitted, both of the teens' faces growing redder by the second.

"Really?" Y/N asked, her face lighting up slightly and a hopeful tone in her voice.

Bill nodded and Y/N smiled before turning around. Bill held the jacket up and she slid her arms into the sleeves before Bill put the jacket on her the rest of the way. She turned around and gave the boy a teasing smile.

"So how do I look?" Y/N asked as she struck a few poses for him, a giggle escaping her lips as she did.

Bill chuckled and smiled fondly at the girl. "Beautiful," he told her. "Just like always."

Y/N blushed slightly before going to grab her bike. She picked it up before sending a small smile in Bill's direction. "Come on, Bill. It's time to go save our friend," she said.

And with that, the two got onto their bikes and began to bike after their friends, Bill's eyes locked on Y/N and his jacket that was blowing in the wind behind her.

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voidlitmoon · 5 years

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Finding Our Stars - Bonus Mini Chapter

Ok @sugarglider9603, here is chapter one!

Alright I want to make something clear.. I chose Pecha because of Picani, please accept my reference :)

Also READERS PLEASE NOTE the Bonus Chapter links will be available ONLY ON THE MASTER POST, this includes the minific of MJ and and Iris that I've posted before, I have adjusted the links so it is no longer the Part 2 link on part one and (now) part three, Part 2 link is now Shine Freely My Friends. If want to read these extras later on, check out the Master post link, you can also find Pokeside art from me as well :D

Ao3 link

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Chapter 2

Master Post

Words: 1,447

Summery: 'They seemed to be in a room with many other brown Eevee eggs, some still as rocks while others shook a bit, one on the other not to far away having a few cracks of its own. They lay in nest of blankets, the warm sun shining through a window straight onto his egg shell pieces. The Eevee squinted, he could see perfectly fine, but the light bothered his eyes, most likely since he basically stared straight at it as he entered the world.

The human opened a door to what seemed to be a large shed or small barn, for they exited onto a sprawling green field, trees sprouting here and there. Berry bushed lay at their bases, Oran, Sitrus, Logan, Pecha, Cheri, and many others spread between.

But what was fascinating were the brown pokemon currently turning to watch the human.

The Eevee's eyes widened as Eevees like himself stared back, brown eyes curiously inspecting him.'

A world were they were wanted to be one thing, but then ignored as extras when not. Where when every other of there kind around them kept separate, two connected like puzzle pieces. All was normal for several months

Until a new Eevee hatch.

And without realizing, Sleep and Pecha connected to a much bigger puzzle on a journey to find their little dark Star

Chapter One

Crack

what.. was that? 'Light' his mind supplied. The creature pushed a paw to the egg's shell, lightning bolts shooting along.

crack

"C'mon c'mon c'mon" a voice? Someone was talking outside wherever he was, instinct kicking in. The creature kicked the shell's inside, pushing.

crack

The light grew brighter and brighter as more fell through the splits, causing the pokemon to blink, the light bothering his eyes.

crack

Almost out.

crack

Just a bit more.

crack

Almost-

CRACK

The egg split open, the Eevee inside tumbled out.

"Ugggh, another normal" the voice muttered, making the Eevee look up.

The figure above him reached out a hand, patting him head "sorry bud, you not the one. Let's go put you with the others" the Eevee blinked, shaking his fur as he stood and chirped a confused ok.

The human picked him up, letting the Eevee look around.

They seemed to be in a room with many other brown Eevee eggs, some still as rocks while others shook a bit, one on the other not to far away having a few cracks of its own. They lay in nest of blankets, the warm sun shining through a window straight onto his egg shell pieces. The Eevee squinted, he could see perfectly fine, but the light bothered his eyes, most likely since he basically stared straight at it as he entered the world.

But what was fascinating were the brown pokemon currently turning to watch the human.

The Eevee's eyes widened as Eevees like himself stared back, brown eyes curiously inspecting him.

"There's another one hatching right now" the human announced to the crowd, setting the newly hatched Eevee down. No Eevee made a move toward the human, just continuing their business when they walked back inside.

Eevee blinked, confusion filling him "excuse me" he squeaked to a nearby Eevee. She stop confused "what's going on?" He asked, curiosity filling his mind.

"That's Manti" she explained, shaking out her fur "they/them pronouns. Apparently they're breeding for shiny grey colored Eevees, when ever they come out with one it's brought over to their house instead of staying with us" Eevee stared at the large house she pointed at before walking away.

He jumped a few minutes later as the door opened again, 'Manti' sighing as another brown Eevee lay in his arms. He set the squinting Eevee down next to the other before walking away.

"What going on?" The squinting Eevee asked, confused. The older Eevee explained as the walked over to a shaded spot, apologising with his small knowledge.

"That's so weird" the younger mumbled softly, starting a tad scared out at the other pokemon. They ended up curling together near a Peacha Berry bush under a red apple tree, the younger enjoying the sweet tasting berries. The taste was ok with the older, but maybe a bit too sweet.

"Hey" the younger looked up "it's ok to be scared, we're new to all this" the older snuggled closer "we'll stick together."

The younger hummed "it might be possible Manti could name us, or give us to someone else to name, but do you wanna give each other nicknames? Might be easier since we're both Eevees" he giggled.

"Hmm ok, how about Sleep for me, since that's all I want to do right now" the older joked, causing the younger to laughed. "All right then Sleep, what's mine?" Sleep felt his cheeks heat up slightly, but couldn't help but let out a small laugh "how about Peacha, since your so sweet?" He suggested, giving a grin as the younger gave a very noticeable blush and froze. Sleep felt sudden fear, what if he took offense, what if he didn't like it, what if-

The younger smiled, tucking his head under the older's chin "I love it" Peacha whispered.

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Sleep watched sleepily as Manti entered the Hatchery. It had been several months since Sleep and Peacha hatched, only one shiny grey Eevee had appeared. Manti seemed very happy, the two being close enough to hear them mutter "finally a Jolteon" before walking off. Apparently the human had been attempting for a long time to gain every shiny Eevee and Eeveelution, already having the normal furs.

It had been quite a while since the last shiny though, Manti gaining more and more annoyed.

"FOR ARCEUS SAKE" a scream raged from the Hatchery, startling Peacha from sleep. Manti exited, clearly upset but just let out an sign, setting the Eevee down before walking away. Sleep looked curiously at the new Eevee.

Even for a newly hatched, the Eevee was very small. It crouched in the setting sun's lights, darker than normal furred slightly spiked in fear. Poor Eevee must have been terrified having a scream be the first noise he heard. Anger at Manti bubbled in Sleep for a moment before Pecha stood up, bounding over to the curled up Eevee.

"Hey" Pecha whispered and Sleep wandered up behind "are you ok?" The Eevee glanced up, brilliantly rich violet eyes stared. Sleep blinked. Manti really must have not gotten a good look at this Eevee, otherwise it probably would have never left his sight.

"I- I" the dark Eevee mumbled, shrinking down. Pecha blinked "oh no it's ok, Manti's not mad specifically at you" he comforted.

Sleep gently nudged the Eevee up, the small one following them. After that day the two hatched, the Pecha bush under the rich red apple tree had become their sleeping spot. There was a large radius of open grass between that tree and other objects, giving the two, now three privacy.

The two calmed the Eevee down, explaining the situation as they curled him between the two.

"So, Manti is a shiny breeder?" The Eevee mumbled tiredly as the others nodded. The violet eyes were locked on the sky as stars started shining brightly, calming the Eevee even more.

"Do you.. do you want me to leave you guys alone?" He whispered asked.

"No!" Pecha cried, snuggling up closer. The Eevee blinked "but your so close, I don't want to interfere."

Sleep shook his head "we choose who we want to be around" he looked up at the stars alongside the Eevee "and to prove that I, the amazing Sleep, with give you a nickname" Pecha swatted him with his tail "of course, only if you want one."

The Eevee looked over and hesitated "are.. are you sure?" Sleep nodded.

"Alright.." Sleep and Pecha snuggled the small one closer "how about Star, dark one?" Sleep mumbled sleepily, glancing one last time at the sky the violet eyes were still latched onto.

The dark one thought for a moment, before nodding.

"I.. I like it" Star mumbled, smiling.

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Manti walked out, fresh air shifting around them. Footfall behind them made the breeder turn, smiling as an old friend walked out.

"So I heard you were looking for an Eevee. I just had a special looking Eevee born about two weeks ago, bright purple eyes. It's not a shiny so it's useless to me, but a dragon evolution would look cool with those eyes.

When Sleep and Pecha woke up, their little Star was gone.

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Sleep comforted Pecha as the younger cried. "Don't worry, we'll find him" Pecha just shook his head.

"Manti took him while we slept, he probably gave him off to a trainer" he mumbled between tears. It was probably true, occasionally humans would come by and take one of the 'extra' Eevees along with them.

Sleep growled "we will find him" the tone causing Pecha to look up as Sleep stood up, making his way to the fence.

"But we can't leave!" Pecha exclaimed, eyes wide. "Yes we can" Sleep argued calmly, hopping through the boards "just no one has. Listen, Manti doesn't care about us, we might have been split anyways because they gave us to two separate trainer" Pecha hesitated, remembering the sad truth.

"I'm leaving to find our Star, whether your coming or not" Pecha finally looked up, determined. He hopped through the fence, tucking his head under Sleep's chin and nuzzling the Eevee's chest "like you can get rid of me that easily" Pecha purred.

the two split, glancing one last time at the Eevee farm, seeing other Eevees watch them with shocked faces as the turned away.

"Now" Pecha growled, walking into the forest, the unknown "let's get our Star back."

#sander sides #pokemon #remy sanders #emile picani #emile sanders #virgil sanders #manticore chimera #dragon witch #tw crying #i just realized Virgil is connect to all three groups now #like Remy and Emile #Deceit and Remus #and Thomas Roman Logan and Patton #woops now i need to change the center piece to Virgil instead of Thomas #shiny hunting #running away #Teaming the Pieces Together

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Return': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Return'

"Each day, what I'm reliving is breaking me in the inside and I can't fight it,"

Chapter Summary: After days of recovering, facing a lot of nightmares and been surrounded by her friends & lover, Yirina is feeling ready to return but it isn't the only thing that will return...

Link of the Picrew used !

To read it on AO3, click here!

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Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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The last day was a bit different for me because I was feeling better but it all went down when Park broke into tears at me and our talks about what happened in Verdansk & our scars and it caused me, Zasha & Portnova who were alerted by that to make sure that Park was getting better along with me and we did a lot of things yesterday with her, comforting her by playing some Bullshit who changed from having Zasha winning as always as now, everyone was at least winning once and of course, we did some activities and it went a bit better.

As I was feeling well since they were here for me, I expressed my desire to go back to Century House to work, and if at first, they were all a bit against that, they resigned themselves and it's with that that we all did go to bed to enjoy the night, me keeping my arms around Park to give her the protection she needed for real as for me, I was scared to actually close my eyes again, hiding my whole distress & harm inside of me before time take me over and make me close my eyes.

I was scared at each minute inside of me, fearing that I will awake, tied up to that same chair in Verdansk but somehow, nothing happened that night...nothing. No music, no finding myself on that chair, no Stitch or Freya tormenting me of my choices. My whole thoughts were...well...I couldn't remember what I thought but there was nothing bad or good in my sleep, looking like it was the first night I wasn't making a little nightmare.

The first thing I feel when my eyes opened was a little knot in my chest, looking a bit stressed in reality about going out of the apartment after almost 10 days around 4 walls. Park was still sleeping for the moment and I decided to let her be, getting up & dressed in my clothes before heading out of the room, going to join Zasha & Portnova who were surely having breakfast at the moment at this time as it was 8 AM.

"Hi, Zasha," I waved at them as I saw them, sit on their chair at the dining table, alone as they were taking a coffee in their preferred cup.

"Hey, Yirina," They looked at me, a little smile on their face while I was moving to get sit in my own chair. "Yirin prepared everything for you & Park," They told me as I sat up.

"Oh, that's great," I exclaimed, putting my hands on the table. "But, where is she?" I asked them, not seeing her around the room or in the kitchen.

"She's brushing her teeth, and then, we're going to go first back at Century House," Zasha replied, putting their cup on the table as I was starting to take out a slice of bread of a pack. "Is Park still sleeping?" They demanded.

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake her up for the moment," I said, grabbing a butter knife in my right hand to use it with the strawberry jam. "She's looking okay but it's better to let her sleep a little if she wants to," I added, spreading the jam on the knife along with the bread at a slower pace as Zasha was having their eyes on me. "What?" I raised an eyebrow to them, smiling with a part of my lips.

"Oh...nothing," They shook their head to me. "I was just thinking," They explained, redressing themself on their chair.

"Thinking? About what?" I questioned, my curiosity intervening as always.

"Things," They simply said in a normal & fast voice.

"Things?" I repeated as they were looking to hide something behind those lips that were staying shut. "Zed, tell me, ain't nothing to hide," I rolled my eyes at them, persuading them to give me up to their thoughts.

"I was just thinking of things, Yirina," They protested, crossing their arms on the table as I was starting to eat my jammed bread, tasting the perfect strawberry on my tongue. "Well...you told me about making things...official with Park," They spoke, making me stop as I was ready to put a part of the bread in my mouth.

"Wait, how official for you?" I pointed out, wondering how far they were thinking of that.

"I mean...are you going to...propose to her?" They finally clarified their question and I was remembering when they ask me weeks ago about the same thing.

"Listen," I started, taking my eyes off them, getting the half-bread on my plate. "With what happened to us recently, it isn't the right time to do that," I told them honestly even if it was something that I didn't think about in a long time. "I love her but that...it will take more time," I continued, tapping my right fingers at a silent pace on the wooden table.

"I understand," They whispered, their eyes actually rolling and avoiding me. "It was just to know, not to pressure you," They apologized.

"I know, don't worry," I gestured at them that it was right to ask but not as Park was not so far and both of us wouldn't want to have her around when that subject was mentioned. "You can ask but...let's not talk about this until I brought it, okay?" I suggested in a good mood, even giving a smile and they nodded.

"That's sounding better," They agreed on it until I heard behind me some footsteps, turning around to see Portnova coming inside the room, with the same black leather she was always having with her with the same red scarf.

"Hi, Grigoriev," She waved at me as she moved to get next to Zasha, landing a kiss on their lips as I was watching the scene with my slice of bread back in my hand. "You're ready, love?" She demanded.

"Of course, I was just waiting for you," Zasha answered as they got up from their seat and grabbing their black jacket suit on the backrest. "Been talking with Yirina...of things," They added, giving me a wink from the eye that Portnova wasn't seeing.

"What was it about?" She asked them obviously as it caused Zasha to look at me with a curious look, a face that was saying to come up with a fake story.

"Oh, you know, simple things," I responded first to her. "They said that they remembered the day we met," I lied about it, Zasha making a breath of relief in a discreet way.

"Seems that you both miss our old mother Russia," She smirked, mixed between looking at me & them as her hands were on her waist. "If you're not happy in London, we can always come back to the USSR," She proposed in a funny voice.

"Not a goddamn chance, Yiri," Zasha said in a clear voice, accompanied by a sense of humor in it as I joined them with a laugh.

"We surely not going to make a simple step without having the KGB's eyes on us...along with Perseus's ones." I declared in a half-joking voice, knowing that the situation has changed at some points. "Now, both know that you're alive after that attempt in the university," I stated.

"We're starting cautious about this, the MI6 is with us," Zasha claimed, acknowledging the risks now as they were putting on their jacket before they looked ready to go. "Well, we're going now, we let you with Park and we'll find each other later," They reminded me as the two starts to walk at the door.

"Later," I waved to the couple, returning the favor to me and opening the front door before leaving the apartment, now alone in the living room.

I was now waiting for Park to get up and to make things easier, I decided to prepare in advance her own breakfast after I was finished with mine, putting things that she was liking on the table while Beans was sort of walking along with me as I was making some walk to the kitchen to grab some things for Park and once it was done, I continued to wait for her a bit, going back on my chair and having Beans installing herself on my lap for the moment and after 10 minutes, a door was getting opened.

"Oh, hi, Yiri," Park's voice was low but sounding good as she stepped inside the room, scratching the back of her head with her left hand, already dressed up in her clothes: brown leather jacket, grey turtleneck, all of her style...and mine too now. "Kiss," She said as she leaned in towards me to put her lips on mine for a quick kiss. "Hi, Beans," She slowly caressed Beans' head on my lap before she moved to get sit on her chair.

"You're looking pretty good this morning, good & pretty," I stated as she was sitting down, observing that everything was in place for her to do. "You got everything for you, prepared it before you woke up,"

"Thanks," She smiled at me as her hands were moving around the food near her, taking a slice of bread and a butter knife to use with a raspberry jam.

"How do you feel?" I asked her, my left hand stroking Beans' head, the other one on the table.

"I'm okay, still a bit confused & bad about last day but...better," She responded as she was spreading the jam on her bread. "How about you?" She asked me back.

"Better, didn't have anything in my head," I breathed, wondering if I should smile or not but I kept a straight face to that, still thinking why I didn't have anything this night. "No memory, no nightmares, nothing," I added a surprised tone in my voice to her.

"At least, it's good," She thought, raising her shoulders to me. "That's showing that it's getting away," She told me, putting the knife on the plate before taking a bit of her bread as I was looking at her with lovely eyes. "What? Never saw your lover eating breakfast?" She scoffed, smirking at me.

"I wouldn't miss that," I replied as I let Beans go back on her little paws on the ground, walking towards the couch. "You're lovely in every way," I claimed.

"You too," She smiled at me before a small silence was put in here, not weird but one of us surely wanted to speak up to avoid that silence to persist and I was thinking of things in my head.

"Uhm...there's something I never knew about you..." I broke up the silence, thinking about one thing in my head.

"Go on, ask," She said with her smile.

"It's...well...you never talked about your parents to me," I started, knowing maybe that I was going to walk through a minefield with that subject as she was looking to remove slightly her smile off her face. "I was just...wondering," I added.

"You want to know about it?" She demanded, putting down her bread above her plate.

"If you don't want to, don't talk about it," I reassured her about it, not wanting to pressure her on that subject.

"No, I'm good with it," She gestured, raising her left hand at me before she crossed her arms on the table. "To start, they....passed away," She revealed in a low voice, sending a feeling of regret to have asked about it to her, fearing that she could cry again.

"I..." I tried to talk but my voice was broken down, not even audible by her as if I only moved my lips without having any sounds coming out of my mouth.

"Ten years ago, a few months after my brother's death," She continued as I was pleading with myself to make her stop to talk about it. "They couldn't get over it and...they both died of a broken heart," She said, my hands struggling to cover my ears. "I was alone...until I found the MI6, they..."

"Park, please...stop," I ordered, making myself clear & audible, my elbows on the table and my hands around my head. "I'm sorry to have asked that," I apologized to her.

"You don't have to be, you were going to ask it one day anyway," She told me, having predicted that one question among others that I was getting in my head about her. "Don't worry, I'll answer everything for you," She proclaimed.

"Thanks but...it wasn't the right time to ask that," I presumed.

"No, it was okay, don't worry," She repeated before I could feel the palm of her left hand along with her fingers on the back of my right hand. "It's okay, you can ask everything," She said again, having a little smile.

"Guess I'll wait for that," I muttered, moving my right hand, its palm against the table as Park was keeping her hand above it. "Right now, I want to stay focus...& relax," I reminded myself about it.

"As you want, Yiri," Park agreed on it before she returned to eat her breakfast with me looking at her.

Now, I wasn't able to ask her anything about her past but it was just because of the events that were going so fast & hitting us hard in the back of our head as we're trying to hold on, it was just that. If there weren't that bloody situation of getting captured, I would have willingly asked a lot of things about her past, the things that I wasn't knowing at the moment but now, it wasn't the right time.

It was once when she was done with her breakfast that I was going to face to go outside the apartment and it took me deep breaths before I could put a foot outside the front door and...it was changing, the first time in days that I wasn't inside 4 walls and Park was maybe the one that managed & helped me to face my fears to go outside and she was happy to see me out as she locked the front door before we headed outside.

Another part to face was to return in public, walking through the streets of Lambeth to reach Century House but to keep me well, Park surprised me by holding my hands in free sight like that and...it was somehow looking so nice & amazing to hold hands in public, not hiding our affection anymore but I could feel that it was a way to make me feel good from her. Even, it was still making me happy to feel her hands.

After a bit of walk on the numerous sidewalks, we finally managed to arrive at Century House, greeting the few people that we talked with along the way until we walked to get into our office who didn't change at all since the last time I got here: still filled with paperwork as Park's desk was seeming more filled than mine. In fact, my desk was looking cleaned up with only the necessary tools to write reports.

"Your desk is very...big..." I stated as I closed the door behind Park, my eyes on her desk.

"Work was pretty massive the days we weren't at the apartment," Park told me, walking towards the other side of her desk, moving some pile of papers aside with her hands. "With the robbery that happened, we're trying our best to get things back to normal,"

"Do you have anything about it?" I asked and seconds later, she took in her hands a little file that she handed to me as I moved in front of her desk. "That's...a report of the incident?" She nodded at me as I opened the file.

"Masked person coming in, break inside Zasha's team offices and steal a lot of files about what we could gather on Bellamy Petrov & Lukas Ritter," She gave me the details as I was crossing with my eyes, the few surveillance pictures, showing a masked person as she said, entering the building like that. "Something like that, I never saw it in my life," She sighed, meaning it as she sat down on her chair.

"Since, was the MI6 able to find those files back?" I demanded but she shook her head at me.

"No, the MI5 was on it but the same thing for them, their own headquarters getting robbed of anything they were having on Petrov & Ritter," She replied, her left arm holding her head, fist against her chin. "It's sure that it couldn't have been done by someone on the outside," She suggested, narrowing my eyes at her.

"You think that...Perseus managed to infiltrate both agencies?" I chuckled and as I thought at hearing her, she slowly nodded "Shit, you...fuck, you're right," I mumbled, realizing that actions like that couldn't be done without having someone from the inside to help. "But, we are accusing a lot of people in here," I added.

"Yes but we don't have anything about that," She breathed, looking up in desperation, passing her hands through her black hair as I put the file back on the desk, on a small pile. "Adding that we didn't keep anything on Bellamy Petrol & Ritter, it's like back at the beginning," She hissed, her face that was like urging to hit her desk with her feet in anger, seeing her spread her legs.

"That's surely meaning that Ritter & this I.B are either in London or coming soon," I theorized, holding my head with my both hands joined together, nose between my fingers and both thumbs under my chin, in a thinking position. "Anything on this I.B?" Park shook her head again.

"We were going to make a breakthrough with Ritter's files but now stolen, nothing on him again," She told me, her hands back against the desk.

"Perseus is preparing something big here and that...it's not pleasing me, fuck," I guessed, cursing at the end as it wasn't something to think at my return in here. "Trying to kill Portnova, how Perseus was able to know?"

"Surely thanks to his agents around here, either inside the MI6 and...or in the MI5," Park responded, giving her view on it, sharing it with her as it was the only way. "She was protected by both organizations, meaning that it must someone inside those who talked."

"Yeah, but what if..." I was going to say something until the red phone of her desk started to ring, causing her to take it in her hands, gesturing to me to keep quiet for the moment.

"Yes?" She started, getting herself well in her seat. "Oh, hey Sarah, how are..." She stopped herself in her words, unable for me to hear through the phone with only Sarah that was working with Zasha below. "Wait, what?" Her eyes went wide after hearing something from Sarah, something sounding bad. "You can't tell that...what? You got...proof?" She demanded, her eyes looking at me. "Okay...we're coming...fuck!" She cursed before she hanged up the phone, a look of surprise & rage on her face, wondering what she was told and then...

"Harry Stone is still alive!"

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