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[crystalbluedesigns]

(via Swarovski Crystal and Pearl Cross with Angel Rear View Mirror Charm | Crystal Blue Designs)

[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 3 - LN

lando x fewtrell!reader

no content warnings for this part ! :) (there is more fluff in this part, finally)

p.s i wrote half of this on a train that smelt so bad so if its bad we blame thameslink <3

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4 -> part 5 -> part 6 -> part 7!

max decided he’d talk to his sister later, right now, he needed to focus on being there for lando. right now, they were sat in the mclaren garage, qualifiers underway and lando doing so well. even y/n started to believe she was a lucky charm. and indeed, lando now believed she was 100% his lucky charm.

the moment his post-qualifying responsibilities ended, he came bounding over to y/n and max, first taking max into what y/n could only describe as a bro hug, ending when he swiftly moved to embrace her, mumbling a chant of ‘thank yous’ in her ear. he caught max in an awkward stare, prompting him to let go of y/n.

“thank me? what for? that was all you lan,” she said, smiling up at him as she moved her arms to cross over her chest.

“thanks to my lucky charm,” he said to both of them, but smirking at y/n, “im starting 2nd on the grid tomorrow. strong start means a strong race,” he finished, still beaming from ear to ear.

“me and y/n are going out for some food in a bit if you wanna join mate,” max said, smiling back at his friend.

“yeah sounds good. ive got to shower, but i’ll swing by and pick you both up from your hotel at 5?”

“perfect, see you there mate.”

the drive back to the hotel was silent, y/n assumed her brother was tired, her brother was in fact thinking. more specifically, thinking about his sister and where she had been the night before. he tried to stop his mind wandering further and yet, images of his sister and best friend infiltrated his thoughts. max’s brain couldn’t stop dwelling on the way lando embraced his sister, how his hands gripped at her waist, and then he thought back to that night in monaco. the way his best friend stood behind y/n, his hands on her waist, her head rolled back onto his shoulder as they danced to the music. before he knew it, the fear and anger he thought had dissipated months ago, was bubbling back inside of him, his hands gripping the steering wheel to ground him from the feeling.

y/n noticed. of course she did. spending 20 years of your life around someone tends to give you the ability to read their every emotion - and this one was one that y/n was not too familiar with. max usually held his anger and sadness well, so the only times she’d seen this was in his earlier driving career when races didn’t go his way. she hoped so desperately he wasn’t angry with her, after all, nothing had happened, and as far as she was aware, nothing would happen.

by the time 5 o’clock came around, max had returned to his normal self, conversing with y/n normally. that’s a good sign, y/n thought to herself. and now, he was chatting to lando as he drove them to a restaurant outside of the town they were staying in. it was all going so well, max was calm, y/n and lando were friends again and nothing could ruin this moment.

“y/n, why is your lip balm in lando’s centre console?”

shit.

“oh i think it fell out the top of my bag when i climbed in the back,” she said panicked, her eyes quickly darting to lando, who was suddenly very interested in the road ahead. max seemed ok with her answer, humming with a quick nod before continuing his conversation with lando. y/n, however, was filled with a new wave of anxiety. why did she feel like this? she hadn’t even done anything? and yet, her mind was now plagued with guilt.

her hands came together, playing with her fingers and twisting her rings around to calm the anxious thoughts, a trait she’d had since childhood. lando glanced at her in his rear view mirror, seeing her facial expressions - her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth falling into a natural frown. he then spotted her hands. he tried to join her into the conversation, tried to distract her, but soon enough they were parked and walking into the restaurant. max chose to sit opposite his sister, leaving lando and y/n pushed together in the booth.

her foot tapped the floor, shaking her whole leg, as the boys talked, y/n chiming in occasionally.

“mum and dad are coming up tonight for the race tomorrow,” lando said to max, but his hand came to brush the side of y/n’s bouncing leg, his finger drawing small circles on her thigh, “they’re staying in your hotel i think.”

“good thing you did well today then isn’t it,” max replied, laughing slightly, “i can drive them to the track tomorrow morning if they want?”

“i’ll ask, im sure they’ll be glad. dad hates driving before my races, gets to nervous and forgets to indicate,” lando responds, joining max in laughing at the thought of adam norris forgetting how to drive.

“i’m just gonna run to the toilet, do either of you want a drink whilst im up?” max asked, pushing his chair back under the table as he stands. y/n nods, asking for another diet coke whilst lando declines, holding up his half full glass.

the moment max disappears from sight, lando takes y/n's hand in his, brushing his thumb up and down the back, her leg slowing its bouncing.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, quietly, sad eyes coming to meet hers.

“my lip balm lando. i don’t want to know the conclusions max will jump to, and i don’t want to be on the receiving end of his anger.”

“it’ll be fine, i promise. he’s got nothing to be angry about, we’ve done nothing wrong.”

“you didn’t see him earlier. i thought he was going to rip the steering wheel off.”

“we’ve done nothing wrong,” he repeats, “besides, you’re a grown woman who makes her own life decisions. fuck it if he has a problem.” y/n nodded in response. he had a point. she was a strong independent woman, she didn’t need her brothers permission to do anything.

for the rest of the evening, she re-joined conversations, feeling a new sense of confidence in herself that she had been lacking all weekend.

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race day had approached quickly, y/n found herself sat in lando’s drivers room. max and lando’s parents had gone for a walk to grab some food, leaving the two of them alone. lando was pacing, his pre race nerves grew stronger every minute. quite frankly, y/n was sick of it - she sat back on the sofa, her eyes darting back and forth like the audience at a tennis match as she followed lando’s strides back and forth across the small room.

“lan?” she asked him, but he didn’t stop moving, and barely grunted to acknowledge that she’d spoken.

“lando? can you stop pacing? you’re making me dizzy,” she said with a sigh, and he finally came to a stop, and turned to look at her.

“sorry,” he said, smiling at her, as she stood up and walked towards him.

similar to last night, she took both of his hands in hers, pulling them to rest at the top of her chest. her eyes found his, staring directly into them.

“you nervous?”

“how could you tell?” he said, laughing slightly.

“you don’t need to be, you smashed qualis and you’ll smash this. besides, your lucky charm is here to save the day,” y/n said, adding a grin at the end of her sentence. the room fell into silence as he mulled her words over in his head. she was still looking at him, and he tried not to break the eye contact, but his eyes gradually dropped to look at her lips. she was still smiling at him, trying to calm him down the only way y/n knew how to. and she was still smiling at him when he leant down slightly, closing the gap between them even more.

“can i kiss you?” he asked slowly, as if to test the waters, the tension between them rising more than it ever had.

“i think that would be ok,” she said. he didn’t wait to join their lips together finally, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as his hands dropped from hers to fall and grip her waist softly. y/n’s hands moved to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, his tongue swiping her lower lip as her mouth parted to deepen the kiss.

he could’ve stayed in that moment forever, and he would’ve if a knock hadn’t interrupted the moment - y/n tensed up at the sound.

“lando are you ready? it’s time to get in the car.”

“uhh, yea. just give me a second,” he said, glancing down, first at y/n, panic leaving her shoulders as she established it wasn’t max, and then down to his fireproofs, readjusting the rest of his suit around his waist.

“we need you now, lando,” the voice said again, staying behind the door.

“we’ll continue this later,” he said pressing another kiss to her lips and her forehead, before walking to the door.

she grabbed her phone, her best friend was the only person she could trust to advise her now.

“well done lando, that’s p2,” lando’s race engineer announced through the radio, cheers erupting in the garage. y/n moved to cisca’s embrace, celebrating his win, after spending the entire race on the edge of their seats. the group, consisting of max, y/n and lando’s parents moved round to where lando’s car would pull in, excited to celebrate his podium with him.

when he was finally free from the cockpit, he moved to push his visor up, eyes darting around the crowd in hopes of spotting a familiar face. he spotted his mum first, and then the girl stood next to her. her smile could outshine the sun, he had thought to himself as he made great strides towards the group. lando reached over the low fencing, grabbing his mum into a tight embrace, her hand rubbing up and down his back supportively. when he stepped back and looked to his right, he saw y/n again. still smiling up at him. he would never get tired of seeing her smile.

his hands moved to her face, holding her jaw, eyes staring into hers. she couldn’t see his smile through his helmet, but she knew he was beaming. her own hands had risen to hold the sides of his helmet. he stared for a second longer before moving to pull her into an embrace tighter than his mums.

“my lucky charm,” he said to her, loud enough for a few people around her to hear.

“go get weighed and finish up. ill see you after,” she said as he pulled back, him nodding at her. just as he turned to celebrate with the rest of the team, she pulled him back.

“oh, and lando - im proud of you.” with that he left.

y/n turned to her side, looking at cisca, who was still smiling, an odd glint to her eyes. she then turned behind her, expecting to see her brother. but he wasn’t there.

“adam? where’s max?” she asked the man who had been stood next to max.

“he, um, he just left. didn’t say anything to me. he just kind of, walked off?” lando’s dad responded, looking as confused as she did.

this was not good. in fact, this was very bad.

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[deangirlsstuff67]

Death Confessions

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mutual pining, soft Dean, language, mentions of smut, mentions of death

Summary: the boys and you are on a hunt only things don't go according to plan...

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You hate witches. Can't stand the miserable pricks.

Tonight, you and the boys had finally tracked down the local witch in town. Or should you say witches. Plural. And oh yeah, ex lovers as well.

The pair had decided to wage an all out war on one another and didn't seem to care that innocent people were getting hurt in the cross fire.

At some point during the battle, you were struck with a spell. You didn't think anything of it because nothing happened. The boys killed the pair while you were recovering from the blow and you got the hell out of town.

It's been 3 hours into your drive and you aren't feeling so hot anymore.

What the fuck did they do to you.

You're shivering but hot to the touch. Your stomach is in knots. And every time the oldest Winchester looks at you in the rear view mirror, you feel your underwear dampen.

Sam's asleep in the front seat and Dean is humming along with ACDC as he drives you all back to the bunker.

You don't want to panic anyone so you decide to wait it out. Rowena and Crowley are there currently and you're sure she will know what to do.

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Another 3 hours and the impala is pulling into the underground garage the bunker has. You've managed to pretend as if your sleeping to keep the boys from worrying.

Sam turns around to wake you when he notices somethings wrong.

Very wrong.

You're covered in a thin layer of sweat. You're burning hot to touch. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, and you can barely keep your eyes open.

"Dean, something is wrong with y/n." Sam yells at his brother, who is unloading your crap from the trunk.

Dean comes running around to your door and opens it, almost ripping it off its hinges. Seeing you in this state makes his blood boil with concern and a protectivness. Reaching in he gentle cradles you to his chest and with Sam's help gets you into the bunker.

Dean's gruff voice breaks through the fog in your mind. His strong arms feel like bliss as he hold you close. His aftershave surrounds you, making your mouth water. A small moan slips from your lips as you feel your walls clench around nothing.

"Sammy go get Rowena. Tell her y/n was hit by one of the witches. I'm taking her to my room."

You vaguely feel him place you in his bed and cover you in his blankets. His scent is all around you and it's clouding your mind with nasty thoughts about the green eyed hunter.

You've always had a crush on Dean. He's charming, built like a damn model, and treats you as if you're the most precious thing on this earth.

Sadly, the womanizing Winchester has never looked at you more than a best friend. You hang, watch movies together, train once in a while, and he cooks you amazing meals. Nothing more than friends, and you're okay with that.

Better than nothing.

Whatever they hit you with is bringing out your desire for Dean. The same desire you buried deep down and try to avoid at all costs.

Another moan slips out as you feel slick running down your thigh.

Fuck this is embarrassing.

Just then, Sam returns with Rowena in tow. Thank God. Please make it go away. He can't find out like this.

"Oh dear. Sweetie what are you feeling?" Out of all the witches you've developed a soft spot for the red head in front of you. Sure she always has an end game that benefits her, but the woman is strong and resilient. You've got to respect that.

"Cold and uncomfortable." You don't know how else to describe it without completely embarrassing yourself.

Rowena exams you. You see when she clues in. The knowing smirk on her face.

"Well the good news is she will be fine. However," she looks over at the boys then, "someone will have to stay with her tonight and help her work it out of her system."

Dean and Sam share a confused look before Sam speaks up, "what?"

"It's simple. For whatever reason the witch cast a fuck or die spell. I'm sure y/n here wasn't their target but either way she needs to fuck it from her system or she will die in 24 hours."

Your eyes go wide as you listen, "I'm sorry, what?!?"

"It's the only way Dear."

"No. There has to be something else you can do Rowena. Anything else." You were too busy freaking out to catch the look of disappointment the crossed Dean's face. However, Sam wasn't. Even though the oldest Winchester never admitted it out loud, Sam knew how his brother felt about you.

"Y/N it's okay. Dean can stay with you and help you any way you allow." The younger brother said before he motioned for Rowena to follow him out of Dean's room. Leaving you and the green eyed hunter alone.

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"Y/N let me help you." At this point the spell has gotten so bad you won't allow Dean to touch you. Which is of course frustrating the living hell out of him.

"No, Dean its okay."

"The fuck it is. You're dying and I can help. Why won't you let me?"

"It's too much to ask from you. We're friends Dean but even friends have limits."

"If it saves you I'm willing to do anything!" He's temper has taken over. Not understanding why you won't let him save you.

What the hell, you're dying anyway.

"Are you serious Dean!" You're outburst shocks him. He goes to speak but you cut him off.

"No Winchester, shut up and listen. For three years I've watched you take home girl after girl. For three years I've sat at that table or in your Baby and listened as you told us everything you did with them the night before. Not once complaining. Not once telling you how jealous I fucking was. I'm not your type and I get it. But don't think for one minute I will throw away the closet thing I'll ever have with you just to save my life." You point your finger in his direction as you continue.

"I fucking love you dumbass. I've been waiting, hoping you'd see me more as what we are. Hoping you'd get your head out of your ass and see that I'm the perfect girl for you. I'm a freaking hunter. I know the life and the risks. But no, instead you waltz every bimbo you can in front of me like some prized fucking pig."

Before you can continue chewing him a new asshole Dean pounces on you. Strong finger tangle in your hair and his soft lips dominate yours. The surprise subsides and you begin to kiss him back.

"You done yelling at me sweetheart? Cause I got something to say. I've loved your snarky ass since the moment you told me to blow you three years ago when we crossed paths on the vampire hunt. I love everything about you and I only ever got with those women because I knew you could do better than me. I'm not worth the pain y/n, but God dammit if you feel the same than why not try. "

He pushes his large erection into your wet core. You can't help but moan at the feeling. Dean smirks down at you.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you good and hard for as long as we need to so we can save your life. Then I'm going to make you breakfast before I spend the day worshiping this beauty body how I should. You okay with that princess?"

"Don't call me princess."

"Shut up and kiss me woman."

And kiss you did. Every part of your body as he did exactly as he promised. Fucking you in every position. When he's big, fat cock needed a break he was making you cum with his tongue or fingers. Over and over again until your body began to go back to normal and fatigue set in.

When you woke in his warm, safe arms you found Dean staring at you. You've never seen his eyes shine so bright.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah I am. Thank you." You lean up and kiss him.

"Let's get you some food." He jumps out of bed and walks to his dresser, finding you one of his shirts. You through it on before you walk out of his room hand in hand.

Sam is already sitting at the table when you walk in together. He looks up from his tablet and just smiles.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean barks as he swats your ass and begins to get the ingredients for breakfast.

"I'm just happy Dean. You got your girl and we didn't lose y/n."

Dean looks over at you and smiles. Fuck you love that man.

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[0kayblue]

Let’s Go Home

Let’s Go Home 

Fights between friends happen, but sometimes they go a little farther than what they need too. 

Main Character Relations: Billy Hargrove x reader (romantic) Steve Harrington x reader (teeders on lines of romantic and platonic)

As you sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s car with your arms folded against your chest while your mind remained in a blank red state of anger. You didn’t know what set you off or why right now everything caught up with you and all you could feel was this seething hot rage. You felt like it was pouring out of you like hot lava while Steve ranted about some type of bullshit of being the babysitter. The nanny that never got to save the girl or some shit like that. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I like you kids. You’re all funny and very oddly charming, but just once I would like to go off with people my own age! Keep Nancy out of trouble at least.” 

“One, we aren’t kids anymore, two, you are literally with (Y/N) who is the same age as you!” Dustin’s voice laced with this growing annoyance after still having to argue about this. 

“Yeah, and (Y/N) knows how I feel about her and that this is nothing against her, at all. At all.” You let out an annoyed chuckle at Steve’s half assed reply. “What?” 

“What? Harrington, seriously? Do you think this fucking car is filled with people who can’t tell a toilet from a hole in the damn ground? We all know what this is about, and it’s not because you are the quote on quote babysitter, it’s the fact that you keep throwing yourself at Nancy Wheeler’s feet and she just keeps turning you down.” You glared Steve down while his grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. 

“It is not about that!” 

“Give it a fucking break! Just admit you still have feelings for her, Jonathan isn’t right in front of her at the moment so her attention isn’t on him so, she’s been entertaining this little fucking fantasy of yours that you just might- might- get back together!” A light gasp of disbelief leaving the peanut gallery of Dustin, Max, and Lucas from the backseat. Max prayed that you would look into the rear view mirror and reach her eyes so you would stop going further past the line you just crossed, but it didn’t happen. Fixing your posture and keeping your eyes trained on Steve you opened your mouth unable to stop what was about to fall out of it, “How can you possibly play this little game with her right now? The fucking audacity of it all! You need to get your head in the fucking game, Harrington!” 

“This isn’t a game! And you are one to talk!” Steve took his eyes off the road and met your icy stare. As if you weren’t carrying on your life like Billy was still alive? As if you didn’t live in this fantasy that Billy just took off regardless of the fact that you watched him die. That everyone in the car didn’t see the mindflayer send that last fatal blow through his chest.

“Me? Me! Last I checked I’m laser focused on trying to keep my friends alive and not trying to reignite a cold damp wet spark that didn’t have that much of a spark to begin with!”

“How do you fucking know? You weren’t in the relationship!” 

“It doesn’t take being present to read the body language of someone who clearly wasn’t as in it as you were!” You needed to stop talking, you wanted to stop talking. The not so hidden truth of the matter was that you were jealous of Nancy, of Steve. Jealous that they were both still alive, that they both had the privilege to run back to each other. Having to face the reality that Billy was truly gone and all you had was a jean jacket that smelt more like you than it did like him. “She can’t give you what you want, Steve! You want someone who loves you as much as you love them and Nancy cannot deliver on that, and you know it! I think that's the saddest thing, you know Nancy won’t be there yet you still are willing to give her the time of day! It is honestly so pathetic just like you.” 

Steve slammed on the brakes and fought back, “Don’t you dare project whatever you had with that jackass onto me and Nance!” Steve put the car in park while the back seat adjusted from the harsh and abrupt stop, too shocked to mutter a word. “You live in your fucking head, (Y/N)! He didn’t just run off somewhere, he’s fucking dead! And he isn’t coming back, so whatever life you’ve made up in your head where you both get that chance to run away and live a perfect little dream underneath the Californian sun isn’t happening!” He paused only for a mere second to take a breath before he delivered his final blow without thinking, “You talk a lot of talk for someone who harbors so much guilt! You said no to him that night, you chose not to go with him so stop punishing me for your choice! Wake the fuck up and smell the god damn roses, (Y/N)!” Tears threatened to come rushing from your eyes even though you knew you deserved that. 

“Enough you two.” Max tried to say as sternly as she possibly could while her voice still wavered. She was cautious and slow as she placed a hand on your shoulder from the middle seat, the sight of her shaking slightly catching in Steve’s peripheral vision causing him to step back and really see what he was looking at when he looked at you. Instead of cheeks flushed with anger and eyes that glared freshly sharpened daggers he saw a shaking, scared, and glassy eyed girl. A girl that seemingly shrunk three sizes too small compared to the once large out bursting emotion you just were. A raging fire that he put out by being unusually cruel. 

Steve’s demeanor softened as he spiraled into regret, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. (Y/N), I swear-.” He was cut off by the simultaneous slamming of two car doors. 

“Steve, what in the world are you doing?” Robin asked as she approached your window, her voice muffled by the glass. You broke your gaze from Steve, looking straight ahead as you rolled down your window for Robin to peak into the car. 

“Avoiding those.” Lucas was quick to change the subject and point to the faint red and blue of police lights that were definitely coming from the Wheeler’s house. 

“Shit, Ted.” Dustin said while Nancy sent him glare from Steve’s window. “Sorry, but your dad always does this!” 

“He’s old fashioned, came from a different time where I guess the cops were his friends, I don’t know. He just thinks they can help and he doesn’t want to deal with it.” Nancy defended her father even though she really didn’t want to. 

“Where to now then?” Dustin questioned the group, knowing that his place and everyone else’s houses were out of the question due to their involvement in the ‘mall fire’ a year ago. Each place has to be crawling with the cops and feds by now. 

You opened the car door startling Robin slightly as you got out, “Creel’s.” You muttered, “It’s our only option.” 

“The enemy’s base?” Steve raised a brow as you gestured for Robin to get in the car; which she very awkwardly did, afraid to ask questions. 

“Even though I don’t like it, we only need to lay low for a little while, not make any moves.” Nancy entertained the thought seeing where she could go with this. “We also could take the opportunity to dig around some more, find a weak spot.” 

“He can see everything we do there.” Lucas chimed in, wanting to keep Max far away from there.

“Just as he can see everything here. He already has two sets of eyes. Stay or go, we have the same problem.” Dustin made known as you sniffed, getting yourself under control. 

“So it’s decided. Max I’ll see you at Creel’s, keep the music going, I’ll take over driving for Nancy so she can keep the headphones on. Let’s go.” You headed towards the car while Steve watched you from the rear view while letting out a regretful sigh before his gaze fell to his lap, kicking himself for not being able to shut up. Nancy observed the situation before looking to Robin for answers but was greeted with a shrug. 

“Steve.” Nancy rested a hand on his shoulder calling him out from wherever he was lost. His hesitant look to her caused Robin to question what she was seeing. This whole time Steve has been on beat to everything Nancy has done, why was his reaction so slow now? 

“Other Wheeler, let's go! We don’t exactly have time to kill!” You yelled from the driver's side of Nancy’s car as you got in. Nancy pulled away from Steve and with a nod she was gone, and then the headlights were also gone and focused on the front door of the Creel House. 

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It was a silent drive and somewhat awkward given that you didn’t know anyone in this car as well as you knew the others. Munson, Wheeler, and Erica Sinclair. You used to make the occasional Mary Jane purchase from Munson, but other than that you knew nothing about him besides the things that were practically written on his forehead. Nancy you were never really friends with and it took awhile for Mike to grow on you and Nancy was still growing, but she didn’t seem to care. Erica was your favorite person in the car even though you barely knew each other. You sighed a sigh of relief as you parked the car and turned off the ignition. “All out who’s getting out.” You said as you all got out of the car noting Eddie’s cautiousness. “It’s your best bet right now, Munson.” 

“Eddie.” You looked back at him with a raised eyebrow as the others got out of the car to meet up with the rest of the group that just arrived. “I know you probably don’t want them to know about our business meetings, but you can call me Eddie, (Y/N). This is me just putting that out there.” He managed to get a sly brief smile out of you before you headed towards the house. 

“Come on then, Eddie.” He followed as you headed up the porch stairs and into the house as you pushed open the cracked door with your foot. The rest of the party filed in quickly with flashlights as your eyes met Max, checking up on her. She nodded slightly giving you a thumbs up. 

Lost in a fog of what you considered to be your biggest failures in life you tuned out the bickering and orders. Steve was right, you needed to get out of your head, Max was your priority. Keeping her safe and alive right now was the only thing you needed to concern yourself with. Keeping the closest thing left to a sister alive. You’ve sucked at your job lately and now was the time to pull through, to bring things back to normal. And then you heard it. 

“(Y/N).” Billy called for you from behind. Your head nearly turned a full ninety degrees as you quickly looked behind you. Greeted with the sight of a dark hallway and a cold nothingness. 

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), are you alright?” Steve asked as you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You sniffed before looking him in the eyes, he must’ve weaseled his way by you while you were lost in your train of thought. 

“Fine, Fine. Pay attention.” You sniffed again, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand before looking at Nancy. 

“So we agree; Erica, Dustin, Lucas, and Max dig around in the attic, Robin and I will look into this clock thing a little bit more- possibly rip it apart- and, Eddie, Steve, and (Y/N) will study the spider room.” You tried your best not to groan at the pairing, so you just nodded as you took the flash light that Dustin held out to you. “Above all else, stay safe, cautious, and do not let him in.” Nancy finished as the group exchanged glances before splitting up. 

Climbing up stairs that creaked with each step and felt nearly hallowed out from dry rot you all reached the top of the stairs; while Robin and Nancy remained downstairs dusting off years worth of dust looking for anything that could be illuminated by the nearly dead batteries in the cheap flashlights. You and Max parted ways as Steve and Eddie followed you into the bathroom as you crouched down to the vent you handed the flashlight to Eddie. 

“What’s that?” Eddied said, taking the flashlight illuminating the red smeared on the back of your hand, “Did you get into some paint or something?” 

“You’re bleeding.” Steve said, pushing Eddie aside as he was quick to your side grabbing your hand gently to look at it. 

“It’s okay, I probably scratched it on something somewhere earlier and didn’t notice. I’m not going to die.”

“Yeah, well move, in case spiders are magically attracted to the smell of blood or something.” Steve let go of your hand as he reached into the vent. 

“I think you are thinking of sharks, moron.” You laughed slightly, softening the tension from the fight you both had not only an hour ago. 

“Better safe than sorry.” He pulled out each jar and set them on top of the toilet seat while the three of you just stared at them blankly. 

“So what now?” Eddie said with a raised eyebrow as you reached for a jar, peering into it looking for something. Anything. 

“Nancy said that Vecna feels a kinship to spiders, right? So what if we just,” You screwed open the lid and gently put your fingers in, “Get to know them.” Eddie winced as he watched one crawl up your fingers and into your palm. 

“There is no way that thing should still be alive.” Steve said and your face lit up. 

“Reapply to community college because you are a goddamn genius, Harrington.” Steve started to mockingly laugh, thinking that you were joking as you set the spider on the ground and then stepped on it. The sound of its exoskeleton crunching underneath the sole of your shoe. “I’m serious. I mean it’s a long shot but what if these spiders are like a talisman or something? They obviously mean something so what if we-.” 

“Harm Vecna by harming some of the only things that gave him a sense of belonging?” Eddie cut you off by questioning your train of thought. 

“Bingo, I mean for lack of a better understanding.” 

“Woah, woah, wait. What if this only royally pisses him off. Have you thought about that? Put a bigger target on our backs.” Steve tried to reason with you. 

“I killed one and nothing happened.”

“Maybe because it’s only one, the dude has a whole nest here. Let’s not push it.” 

“Well there is only one way to find out.” You said reaching for another jar. 

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“(Y/N).” You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard it again, turning and seeing him standing behind you. Looking just the way he did the night he asked you to finally run away with him and looking down at you like you were the center of his world again. 

“Billy.” You jumped to your feet, your eyes locking with his as a sense of calm washing over you. 

“Let’s go home, now.” 

“What? I can’t leave, we can’t. Not yet, anyways, I mean we’ve still got to save Max, defeat Vecna-.”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? Are you feeling okay?” Billy approached you with a funny smile as the back of his hand felt your forehead. You flinched at the abrupt and cold touch. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay, just pack what you need and we will worry about the rest later. We've gotta get to the apartment before noon Sunday to make it ours, which means we need to get moving.” You stood there as you felt hands that weren’t his rub up and down your arms. Just like he did. “I’m going to grab some stuff from the fridge while you go grab your stuff.” You let out a breath as you slowly started to laugh a quiet and delirious laugh. You didn’t cut your hand, you are just an idiot. Your nose must’ve started bleeding and you didn’t realize and now you’re stuck. Vecna has you and this is the end of the road.

Maybe it wasn’t, maybe you dreamed all of this. Maybe this was just another nightmare, maybe you were okay. You took a deep breath before shutting your eyes and tried to convince yourself that once you opened them you would be in bed and waking up from a cold sweat. This was just another nightmare that started the way all your nightmares did. Billy begging for you to go- just like you both talked about-  while you told him no. The screaming would commence, you would say things you didn’t mean, and then you’d wake up. Your throat would hurt, you’d take some pills, and go about the rest of your day while you watched him die whenever you weren’t completely occupied. Now, all that was left was to open your eyes and go about your day.

“Billy!” Max howled in pain as your eyes shot open. Your body begins to shake as your legs give out and you fall to the hard floor of StarCourt mall. You didn’t wake up and Vecna has finally taken hold of you and placed you in the most traumatic memory of your life. Forcing you to watch your boyfriend die again. A monster taking the person you held most dear to your heart and destroying him in front of your very eyes. 

“No, no, no.” Your hands covering your ears as you began to cry. Having to be a part of the memory that stained every corner in your mind was too much. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Billy.” You repeated over and over while Max cried for her brother to wake up. 

Letting out a gut wrenching scream as it played on a loop behind you while you tried to hide from it curling up into a ball.

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“(Y/N)! Come back, (Y/N)! Come back!” Steve screamed at you, shaking you by your shoulders. 

“Not again, I can’t watch this again, man!” Eddie started to spiral while Steve pleaded with you to come back. The gears in his head turned as he searched for a solution. 

“Eddie! Eddie! I’m going to be right back, keep her on the ground!” Steve raced out of the bathroom and nearly tripped over his own feet as he went down the stairs. 

“Steve?” Nancy and Robin called as they followed him out of the house. Watching him from the porch as he fumbled into the driver's seat of his car, opening the glove box and desperately searching for that cassette that played that song that you always hummed along to whenever it played at Family Video.

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“You can make it up to me, y’know.” Billy said, as a cold hand was placed on your back. You uncurled yourself from the ball as you looked at him. Your eyes connected with his as he moved closer to you and his other hand cupped your face as he gingerly traced his thumb over your cheek bone. It wasn’t right, this isn't right. “Do you want to make it up to me?” Your lungs tried to regulate your breathing as you pulled yourself up to sit in front of him. Sniffling as you hung on to every word he said. You felt so weak, so pathetic in front of him. Completely and utterly fooled as you melted into the palm of his hand. You were so lost without him and you’ve missed him so much. Every fiber of your being consumed by not knowing how to grieve his loss. 

“Then take my hand and let’s go home.” A single tear fell from his eye as he stood. Outstretching his hand for you to take.

“Home.” The word falling from your lips hysterically. The word itself sends you into a spiral of anxiety and second guessing.

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I'd like to do

Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

Your gaze broke from Billy as you heard the lyrics that were etched onto your heart. They were almost muffled, but the next desperate plea was not. You turned and faced the sound head on as Steve called for you. Steve, this song, the Family Video. You hummed it and Steve called you a secret sap and then Robin. Robin. She told him to take a page out of your book. And you laughed, a genuine laugh, and you remember that because you laughed about later that night when you thought back on it. 

“Steve. Robin.” 

“(Y/N)!” Steve called again, snapping his fingers in front of your face. An opening presenting itself as you saw silhouettes of Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie. “C’mon wake up now! Don’t make me worry Max! Dammit!” 

“Max.” The Diner, she nearly choked on a fry when you told her that her brother could be quite the dancer when he wanted to be. And your remember the time she confessed she didn’t want an on and off relationship with Lucas, she wanted to be his steady girlfriend and she said she felt stupid for feeling that way. You reassured her that she doesn’t need anybody, but it was okay to want someone who wanted you. 

Billy. Wanting him, needing him. Laying on the hood of his car and staring up at the night sky in your driveway. Just the two of you, a home of your own, you both could just go home. Where they couldn’t follow you and you both could just be. Home. 

“Billy.” You said as you turned away from the opening and to face Billy. 

“(Y/N)!” You were greeted by the low grizzly voice of Vecna as you looked up at him. Quickly crawling backwards, kicking yourself into gear. Before you could pull yourself up though, Vecna had you by the throat and hanging in the air. The air leaving your lungs while the rest of your body felt like it was being set on fire. “I see your guilty conscience and I know your sins. I can get rid of them, I can end your suffering.” 

“Leave. Me. Alone!” 

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They watched in terror as your body levitated off of the ground to where your head grazed the ceiling. Your limbs limp and your eyes red and clouded. This felt different to each of them as your arms started to raise to your side and your mouth opened while a gut wrenching scream fell from your agape mouth. They covered their ears to try and drown out the never ending screech of pain.

This was different, this was more terrifying than Max or Nancy. This attack felt personal. One that Steve knew Vecna wasn’t going to give you the chance to get out on your own. Steve uncovered his ears as your head whipped in his direction while an empty face stared him down. Your knees harshly hitting the solid tiled floor as you kneeled in the center of the room, your scream lowering and stopping as this long dry guttural sound left your throat. Steve started to breathe again before he heard the thumps of dropped flashlights hit the floor. 

His attention waived from you to the doorway where Max stood paralyzed along with the other kids. The lights started flickering as the attention from Steve broke and narrowed in on the kids. 

“Follow me.” You said in your voice as the lights began to flicker. “Follow me.” You repeated, but this time not in your own voice but in Billy’s. “Follow me, follow me, follow me.” You repeated over and over as you cycled through your own voice and Billy’s voice while your body slid across the floor and to the doorway. 

Steve began to feel his stomach acid work its way up his throat, ready to throw up whatever was in his stomach. He forced himself to look away knowing that if he watched for much longer he would vomit. His eyes met the toilet and then it hit him and in a last ditch effort he sprang for the toilet and grabbed a jar and with all the force in his body chucked it onto the ground. The glass jar shatters into pieces causing the whole room to grow silent and flinch from the abrupt movement. His eyes locked on the spider that now ran free only momentarily until his foot smashed down onto the spider killing it instantly. 

“The spiders! Kill the spiders!” He strictly instructed as he threw more jars on the ground. As spider after spider escaped from their habitats they were killed before getting to experience a taste of a world that they had been locked away from. 

As Steve reached for the last jar your body was placed back into the air before Vecna had let you go. You began to fall as Steve left the last jar to catch you just in time to keep your tailbone from breaking from the sudden impact of the solid bathroom flooring. 

“(Y/N)! C’mon, c’mon. (Y/N).” He pleaded using two fingers to find a pulse on your neck. “Wake up. Please, wake up.” He pulled your body into his lap as he prayed to feel a heartbeat. 

It was a sudden movement that nearly caused everyone who saw it to jump eight miles back, but you sat up quickly as air filled your lungs and some color started to rush back to your skin. Steve could feel your body shake before your eyes met his and he couldn’t help but to smile as you looked at him with tear filled eyes that were lit up with life. 

Your arms quickly wrapped around him pulling him into a tight hug as you squeezed him. You cried as you desperately clung to him. He returned the embrace as he held you to him and you felt the warmth of his body, the safety that he provided, the comfort of knowing that someone else was there. Something you haven’t felt in such a long time, trust in another person that they had you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said in the car and you are far, far from pathetic.” You nearly whispered it into his ear before resting your head against his collarbone briefly. He felt your grip on his sweatshirt tighten slightly before you regretfully let go of him and tried to get up. 

Steve felt remorse as you let go of him and a chill from the lack of your presence so close to him. It felt dirty but he couldn’t help but to wonder if you ever clung that desperately to Billy. He quickly moved on from the thought though as you clearly struggled and everyone else in the room was too scared to help you. 

“Was it this hard for you guys?” You forced out a light tone as Steve adjusted himself to help you up. The whole room sighed a sigh of relief as you stood up. Max was quick to your side as she wrapped an arm around you to help steady you. 

“Yeah, it takes awhile to get your balance back, but you’ve got it.” Nancy said, “You got it.” 

“Man, after that your next ounce is on me, (Y/N). The pure D&D material you just gave me-.” Eddie cut himself off as Dustin signaled for him to stop talking. “I mean, like, are you alright? That was rough.” 

“I’ll hold you to that, Eddie.” You assured him, “In the meantime I say we get the hell out of the god damned house so we can have a chat. Because the Vecna that I saw wasn't the Vecna that we thought we knew.” 

 A/N: Hey! With ‘As It Was’ sort of gaining some traction and with the new season I got inspired. This takes place before episode nine of season 4. It is shorter and a little different than my past stuff, with that being said this reads a lot more like an actual episode of Stranger Things. I just had to get something out riding this new season high. I just, season 4 is so good and I can NOT wait for the next volume! Also, I added a little touch about someone’s tears that I would love to discuss in more detail, but I’ve gotta go because it is really late. Enjoy! (Also a little Steve gif for a treat) 

[kissingrhi]

I perhaps need a pick me up so could I get a little Nacho and Lalo dealing with a reader that doesn't eat enough for their own good and it's dragging them down 👉👈

the way i jumped up when i saw this request because hurt/comfort yes always. also, as someone with bad eating habits/who forgets to eat, this is too real.

you could feel the grueling headache from behind your eyes, slithering its way around your skull. you were so incredibly uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what to say to either of them. you didn’t want to say a word. so you were fine just hugging yourself in lalo’s backseat, running your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to distract yourself.

lalo was humming a quiet tune, sometimes glancing over at nacho, who was biting his lip and staring out into the window. deep in thought. you guys hadn’t been working together a long time, and you were still finding out how you all connect best. such different people it was hard to place how to get shit done. lalo, the ever so charming individual, tried to make this trio work as much as he could. it was starting to grow, not by much though.

the awkward tension still lingered at times, the fidgeting, the clumsiness, all of it was definitely still there. so you sat in the backseat, your familiar trembling leg being what you could only consider a nuisance. you just pressed your head against the window, trying to curl your body in an attempt to find heat. it was cold outside, yet lalo of course found it “comfortable.”

“conejito, we’re heading to el michoacáno. hungry?” lalo asked, glancing at you through the rear view mirror with an impish grin.

“i’m okay, lalo. really, can you just drop me off home?” you said, littered with faux happiness, unsure if he was going to choose to obey your demands or not today.

“wow, i thought you were home already.” lalo pursed his lips, mustering up a giggle. “you know… home IS where the heart is.” he said, drawing out the last s in is.

when you and nacho didn’t laugh with him, he backed off, rolling his eyes. you were sure you heard him mumble something about how the two of you were no fun.

nacho definitely noticed your.. lacking posture, shaking leg, and dull eyes. he was the most observant out of the three of you. he could just tell something was off. he didn’t want to say anything, maybe it was just the winter air taking its toll. he looked at lalo when he reached a stop light, coughing so lalo would look at him. he glanced back at you, tilting his head. it was like some odd, secret language they’d formed. lalo just nodded, running a hand under his chin.

you decided to rest your eyes, yet of course the next time you opened them, you were headfirst into eye contact with none other than lalo, who has holding your car door open. his other hand was grandiosely signaling to the restaurant in front of you. you crossed your arms, giving the man a nasty stare. his smile didn’t falter, not even once. he knew you at this point.

“i know you want to go home, but come on.” he spouted, so loud it practically made you jump. “just trust me?” he shrugged, motioning with his hand to el michoacáno in front of you.

when you didn’t budge, he just tilted his head down and kept staring, teasingly, like he knew you couldn’t take the heat. when you groaned and unraveled your arms, timidly stepping out of his car, you were met with a strong hand patting you on the back.

“see, my friend! i told you.” he laughed, hand guiding you inside.

inside, you sat in a booth, across from nacho. lalo was in the kitchen doing god knows what, and of course one of his favorite songs was playing so he had to make a performance. you played with the joints on your fingers, pressing them together to see the skin pull apart. anything to avoid awkwardness with the man in front of you.

he had this look in his eyes, a shimmer you hadn’t seen before. his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide as he stared at you with two hands under his chin.

“you okay?” it was quiet, simple.

“me?” you asked, awkwardly laughing. “yeah, no- i’m fine. perfect.” you put a hand on your neck, massaging the flesh.

“you shouldn’t lie, you know.” he teased, small smiles etching their way onto both of your faces.

after the wholesome exchange, you heard a loud sizzling making its way closer and closer to you. before you knew it, you were met with some of the most gorgeous steak tacos you’d ever seen.

“family recipe.” lalo smiled, wrapping a towel over his shoulder and putting the tacos in front of you, fingers twinkling as he sat them down, sliding in beside nacho.

he also laid out beers for the three of you, elbowing nacho the slightest bit.

lalo popped open his beer, elbow on the table as he started to drink. “you know, no somos estúpidos.” he started, giggling as your eyes widened.

“what-“ nacho started, lalo and nacho now in a staring match at the cut off. “-he’s trying to say-“ still staring at each other. finally, he glanced back at you. “is that we do notice when a colleague is-“

“down in the dumps! ai yai yai! i haven’t seen you this depressed in a minute, god!” lalo said, pointing at your exasperated face.

“so i decided,” he continued, laying his chin on the palm of his hand. “you need some energy. some fuel, eh?” he pointed at the tacos presented neatly in front of you, reaching over to open your beer.

you rubbed your palms over your eyes, ignoring the heat finding its way into your body, heart seemingly stopping at the kind gesture. you mustered up a smile.

“that’s sweet, guys.” you said, genuine smile forcing its way onto your face as you saw lalo tilt his head, wanting you to say more. “thank you, lalo, for these show stopping, jaw dropping, gorgeous steak tacos.

nacho put out his beer, making a toast. “to heightened energy, to fuel.” “-so we can kick ass!” lalo interrupted.

you simply laughed, listening for the clink as the bottles pressed together. you took a sip, but you still hadn’t eaten. lalo and nacho were eyeballing you, waiting for you to respond.

“okay guys, i appreciate this but you are freaking me out with your staring.” you said, watching as both of their eyes softened, only softening more as you took a bite.

“holy shit.” was all you could muster at the explosion of flavor in your mouth, holding a fist in front of lalo for a first bump. he returned the gesture, throwing you a wink.

the three of your stayed there until the late hours of the night, warmth radiating off of all of you in different ways. there was a glimmer in your eyes like they’d never seen, a genuine smile on nacho’s face, and a look of endearment in lalo’s eyes for the two of you. no matter how long it took for you to finish, they stuck by you through all of it, conversing about the most random things like, “would you rather work at los pollos hermanos or die?”

“die.”

“yeah, die.”

when you were finally brought home, nacho walked you up to your door, shoving a couple gas station snacks into your arms. you opened your mouth, and he pressed into your shoulder blade.

“don’t fight with me on this.” his expression was stern but still loving, unlocking your door for you and standing against the doorframe as you pressed the food down.

his arms were crossed, just smiling at you. you walked back up to the door, waving goodbye to a wide-smiling lalo in the driver’s seat. finally, you turned you gaze to nacho, who stepped in front of the door so lalo couldn’t see.

he held his hand out in front of you and instinctively you grabbed it, face contorting into confusion. his palm pressed into yours, thumb rubbing over your skin. his hands were warm, and once he felt how cold yours were he grabbed both of yours and held them together with both of his.

“just-“ he looked down at his feet. “take care of yourself, okay?” he squeezed your hands.

“yeah, okay.” you smiled up at him, squeezing back. “goodnight nacho.”

“night.”

[darklcy]

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….

….

Is this right?

You stiffly observed the straps that laid criss-crossed over your body, checking the rear view of your shoulders and legs. A frown circled your lips at the discomfort. The uniform was not light, nor did it feel like you could properly move beyond walking. The maneuver balance assessment was already a failure.

A whine from the other mirror grabs your attention. Mikasa pulled, pulled, and pulled on Sasha’s harness and pinned the buckles together, tight and seamless. Christa dutifully checked over her handiwork on Ymir’s uniform as well as her own. Even Annie Leonhart herself, as stoic and isolated she’d been the entire first day, was swept up in conversation with Mina in the corner. Though Mina requested assistance from the blonde, she didn’t offer much outside of a glare.

You bit down a grin. Mina was fun to observe, how her mannerisms bubbled out and the laughter she was able to create. It was comical to see her charm try to work its way inside Annie, who was probably better off left alone. 

But when breakfast came along, it surprised you when Mina joined the opposite side of your table. 

“Mind if I sit here?”

She caught you mid bite. You shook your head with cheeks stuffed in bread.

“Okay, good. You looked like you needed some company.”

You swallowed.

…Suppose you did. You weren’t really looking forward to another lonely meal. Minus Marco’s introduction, the dinner table was empty. 

“Good morning, [Y/N]!”

A familiar greeting that scarily matched the person you were just thinking of. 

The freckled boy beamed while passing by your table, joining Jean and his own clique further down the room. Your gaze lingered on his back. Mina noticed and chirped up. 

“Do you know Marco, [Y/N]?”

You shrugged. “He sat with me last night.”

She sneered, corners of her lips sharp and pointy.

“Uh huh..”

The weird smile made a laugh bubble in your stomach, making you cup a palm over your mouth. Her expression immediately faltered.

“What?”

“...Don’t look at me like that.”

The muffled, breaded sentence only intensified your giggling, with Mina joining in on the other side. It was so dumb and childish, but maybe that’s what was so funny in the first place.

 The simplicity of it all, compared to what lay ahead.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL RUNNING, ARLERT? BECAUSE ALL I SEE IS A PATHETIC MAGGOT ABOUT TO BE EATEN AND BECOME SHIT! YOU BETTER GET A MOVE ON, ASSHOLE!”

“LENS, BETTER GET THOSE LEGS MOVING, GIRL! UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE STOMPED TO DEATH, I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT!”

“FOR SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN THE MILITARY POLICE, YOU ARE NOT SHOWING A LOT OF PROMISE, KIRSCHSTEIN! FUCKING MOVE IT!” 

This is hell. 

“ARE YOU TOO BUSY TWIDDLING YOUR THUMBS TO FUCKING RUN, [L/N]?! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND PICK UP THE PACE!”

Absolute hell. 

Shadis shadowed like a hawk on horseback, hollering at anyone who lacked speed or allowed their exhaustion to take over…which is exactly the position you found yourself at.

Leading the pack up ahead neck-and-neck was Mikasa Ackerman and Reiner Braun, who both had not been shouted at once. In fact, the two carried themselves with blissful grace, like this excursion was just a regular outing. Not too far behind them was Eren Jaeger, Bertholdt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, and even Marco, who clenched his teeth and pushed his body more in order to keep up. 

A curse from Jean beside you told of his state, his own battles to outrun the surrounding cadets not looking bright. 

“ARLERT, SERIOUSLY? HAUL SOME ASS!”

You spared a sly peek at the blonde. 

His face was flushed to a vibrant red, with his breath wafting out in puffs and wheezes. A sizable gap formed between him and the herd. Any second now and he might stumble over his feet.

…You turned back to the front. You’d feel sorry for him if it weren’t for your own legs wanting to falter and break. It almost seemed like the backpack was growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. The way rankings were going, you were performing very average, and that fueled your frustrations even more.

No matter how much you pleaded with your legs to carry you faster, they refused to listen, leaving you smack dab in the middle. You wished to be up front, surpassing Mikasa and Reiner and earn the respect of your stone headed instructor, but your wishes went unheard. 

Jean’s back entered your peripheral as he remarkably jogged past you. Damn it! The finish line was just a couple more meters, if you could just push a little more…

“HALT!”

A chorus of sighs resounded as the hoard stopped, eagerly swooping in breaths of air to calm the fire in their lungs. Hunched over onto your knees, a bead of sweat dropping onto the forest floor, you felt your nose scrunch up.

It’s fucking hell.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Hand-to-hand combat followed right after.

Basic rules and guidelines on safety and protocol had already been shared, but a male instructor briefly went over them again once everyone lined up. He cleared his throat after speaking.

“I will now pair you up: Sasha Braus and Mina Karolina.”

You watched as the two greeted each other and jogged away to an open space.

“Mikasa Ackerman and Jean Kirschtein.”

The boy flushed pink as Mikasa walked over to lead him away.

“Hannah Diament and Franz Kefka.”

Like lovesick swans, the trainees giggled bashfully once they heard their names, practically skipping away.

“Eren Jaeger and [Y/N] [L/N].”

The brunette turned over his shoulder to meet your eyes. You haven’t spoken to him much, though you were fully aware of his affectionate alias ‘suicidal bastard of the 104th.’ First week of training and this nickname had stuck like hard glue. 

“So, [Y/N], you remember how this goes?”

He’d already begun stretching his arms out by the time you found a spot.

“I do.”

Neck tilting from side to side, your joints popped and cracked, releasing any tension. You moved to your shoulders and knuckles.

“This will be interesting then. I haven’t had the chance to see you fight. I did hear about you winning against Connie the other day, you know.”

He cracked a grin. You lightly scoffed.

“I don’t really consider that a victory…he was just too busy messing around.”

Eren arched a brow.

“Oh? Then, if you win against me, will you consider this a victory?”

His fists rose to his face, bracing himself for impact. Extending your right foot back, your legs bent in a semi lounge with clenched knuckles to your chest.

“...Depends on how it goes.”

You crouched when Eren leaped forward with a fist aimed directly at your cheekbone, instead brazing the top of your skull. Before he could gather himself you stood up to slam your head against his chin, throwing his face backwards. His feet toppled off balance allowing you to hit him in the center of his ribcage. He coughed and heaved, pausing for a couple moments to beat his breath.

You gritted your teeth in pain. Ow ow owww. 

This was exactly the reason you disliked the combat drills..!

The end result was always the same, both parties scuffed up and bruised. Ironically enough, fighting was something you found to be kind of good at. Stamina was still an issue, marksmanship wasn’t a favorite. On the contrary, the 3D maneuver gear topped the rest. It was a popular opinion amongst the cadets, but it was a practice that didn’t feel like training. Flying with the breeze, feeling the wind on your skin as you let go…

WHAM

A heavy fist whacked the side of your head, knocking you to the ground.

…You’d so much rather be doing that than to be sparring with Eren Jaeger right now. 

“Hey! You’re not daydreaming on me, are you?”

You weakly glared at the leather boots planted in front of you. 

“...No.”

Eren sighed.

“Shadis will lose his shit on you if you don’t get up.”

“Ok, I’m up.”

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

A miniscule aching started bothering the right side of your face once it was time for marksmanship drills. The upside though was that this marked the halfway point of training for the day. And fortunately for you, Marco, who had been outshining everyone in this practice, stood right next to you, cheerfully readying his firearm.

…Somehow the image of his expression while holding a deadly weapon did not stir you the right way. 

Eyeing the cutout of the human figure in front of you, you pulled back the trigger and raised the weapon up, closing one eye to aim.

BANG

A bullet cut the wood seamlessly in the left shoulder. You lowered the firearm. Staring at the residue, you began to readjust your grip, and readied yourself to shoot once more.

“Hey, [Y/N]? Hold on a second.”

Marco’s voice halted your actions. You turned over to glance at him when he trotted over to you.

“..Is something wrong?”

He didn’t say anything as he examined your stance. He silently circled around your body, making his way to your frontside. He then hummed.

“You’re holding it wrong.”

…Huh?

“Pardon?”

He chuckled. 

“Lemme see your aim.”

Slowly readying the rifle, your cheek leaned in while closing an eye. When you caught Marco’s lingering stare, you warmed.

“Now what?”

You felt his hand move your right elbow upwards and rearranged your finger on the trigger, making sure it was firm rather than the soft grip you originally held. 

“There. Your elbow had to be more leveled with your shoulders, and you had a weak hold. Try it now.”

He stepped away from your weapon, giving you space to shoot, and with a squeeze…

BANG

…A clean shot right in the forehead.

Your mouth hung open.

“That actually worked.”

Looking over to Marco, he grinned at the bewildered expression in your eyes. He didn’t move to adjust you any further, instead finding his way back to his own post. You watched as he walked away.

Marco had done nothing but surprise you since your first conversation with him, and yet he continued to do so. The skin between your brows cinched. 

“Why are you so nice to me?”

The boy paused. Flitting his dark eyes to meet your seeking ones, he cocked his brows.

“That’s kind of a hard question to answer, [Y/N].”

A sheepish smile had you tilting your head.

“There’s no real reason. We’re friends, and friends treat each other nicely, right?”

Your eye contact trailed off to the side. 

“...But even when you first talked to me, you were nice. You didn’t know who I was.”

Marco hummed. 

“I figured with joining the military I could take another leap of faith and talk to new people on the first day. I mean, how could I ever serve the King if I didn’t know how to introduce myself?”

He laughed while facing his cutout target, gun preparing itself in his grasp.

“And…I don’t know, I saw you sitting by yourself, and you looked anxious. I thought talking to you could help you feel more at ease. Did I…read that situation wrong?”

His voice sounded worried, making you slightly panic. He almost appeared guilty from where you stood. 

“Of course not…! I thought it was nice. I’m glad you did.”

Peering at you over the rifle, you could spot his warm eyes and signature smile. You found yourself smiling back the same way. 

“That’s good to hear.”

BANG

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

By the time curfew knocked on the dormitories, your body weighed down on itself like a pile of lead, refusing to budge. The muscles beneath your blood throbbed, and the harness had carved lines of bruises all over your frame. You found home in the comfort of your pillow, eyelids permanently shut and not finding any desire to reopen them ever again.

“Hey, [Y/N, look what I have.”

Sasha practically moaned from beside you. It took every will power in you to simply turn your head in her direction.

“I saved a piece of bread from dinner! I swiped it off Mikasa’s plate. She didn’t even notice!”

Sasha’s lips drooled as she devoured the loaf, crumbs flying all over her face and mattress. Your slow blinks had your eyelids shut again, not really caring about the mess she was making. 

“Sasha, what are you eating?”

Mikasa’s piercing voice startled both you and your bunkmate. You heard her gulp.

“Oh, y’know…jush a schnack.”

She pitifully spoke with the bread still in her mouth. You uneasily reopened your eyes to peek up at the girl who stood behind the ladder. Her tense aura leaked out in shadows that filtered over you and Sasha’s bunk, killing any space of warmth.

“I remember specifically having a piece of bread with my dinner. Do you know what happened to it?”

It was hard to tell if Mikasa was genuinely upset with Sasha or if she was just messing around.

“I..uh, ya know. I-”

Sasha fumbled over her words in a frenzy. This wasn’t the first time a confrontation over her food thievery crimes had happened. Her hunger didn’t keep her from Annie and Mikasa, the two scariest cadets in the whole regiment, but actions have consequences. Perhaps this was her learning lesson. 

“I ate it.”

Sasha made a noise of shock at your words. Mikasa appeared surprised as well, eyes darting over to your tired body.

“I’m sorry. I apologize for Sasha too because she originally thought of the idea, but I took it.”

Mikasa stared at you before closing her eyes with a sigh.

“Make sure to eat your own food next time.”

Turning over her heel, the girl sauntered off back to her own bunk, the shadows leaving with her. Sasha’s hands trapping yours yanked you towards her.

“[Y/N]..! You saved me! But why? You knew it was me.”

You shrugged, a timid smile on your face.

“Just felt like it. You should probably stop stealing Mikasa’s bread, though. She actually seemed a little sad.”

Releasing you, Sasha settled back down on her bed and wiped her crumb-covered face.

“I know, but I can’t help it! It’s just too good.”

You chuckled, turning over to rest on your back. 

“Well after that, I’m pooped. I’m going to sleep. G’night.”

Sasha tossed over to lay on her arm, spine facing you. The cabin was soon laid to rest as well as the candle blew out, signaling the curfew in effect. 

Staring at her back for a brief moment, a pang of fondness hurt your chest, making you nestle deeper into the pillow, feeling its arms wrap around you. 

“Goodnight.”

[conjuremanj]

COFFIN NAIL CROSS & FIRE RITUAL.

These iron crosses are hong above your doors and/or windows to keep bad spirits and negativity out of your home. You can slso hang one from the rear view mirror of your car for protection on the go.

Typically you can purchased these in sets. Coffin nails are a powerful tool for protecting your home and space. You can also use railroad spikes. (See post on railroad spikes)

FIRST: Find or purchase yourself a St. Michael card and a red candle and ether holy or St oil.

Burn some holy Incense (see post on how incense truly works) to help call down spirit like your guided and ansestors for guidance and protection. Using your bell or rattle with prayer will help with that as well as blessing your space.

Next you have to heat the spikes and wake up their power. To do this your going to perform a ritual of fire. Place your spikes outside on a concrete floor or a safe place outside. Take your bottle of brown liquor (small airplane bottle) or Florida Water (because of the alcohol) to soak the spikes in and set them on fire. (The fire will purify the nails) Once the fire is done and out, let them cool down.

Second: Once they're cool down anoint each spikes with Protection Condition Oil if you prefer you can use fiery wall of protection oil. I like to use Holy Oil, or St. Michael Oil.

Set up your St Michael candle and rub a little of his oil or holy oil around the wick. Take your cigar and blow smoke on the candle and set as a offering to the patron saint for him to bless this charm, Use your bell or rattle to call apon and bring down his spirit energy. (See post on bell and rattle)

Third: Wrap the 2 spikes together with red cotton rope to form a cross pattern. (Should look like the photo above) Pray the Psalms 91. 3 times for protection and hang the cross over a front doorway or window frame you wish to protect.

For outside protection see railroad spike post.

[gertlushgaming]

Tram Simulator Urban Transit Review (Steam)

Tram Simulator Urban Transit Review, In this game, you take on the role of a tram driver and manager in Angel Shores, the North American-themed city from the popular bus simulator game Bus Simulator 21 Next Stop. Drive 6 unique tram models, each boasting its distinctive style, from cutting-edge, sleek trams to those with a classic, timeless charm through the lively city with its numerous sights. Transport passengers with your trams and drive them to the numerous stops. Plan your routes, carefully manage your timetables, and expand your tram network.

Tram Simulator Urban Transit Review Pros:

- Decent graphics. - 12.41GB download size. - Steam achievements. - Graphics settings - resolution, display mode, Nvidia DLSS, resolution scale, v-sync, HDR, overall graphics preset, shadow quality, effects, foliage, post-processing, mirror, motion blur, and view distance. - Advanced graphics settings - sharpening, 3rd person mode on foot, 1st person fov slider, 3rd person fov slider, triple monitor setup, and cockpit fov slider. - Character creator for body type, head, skin tone, hair, facial hair, hair color, and clothing. - Controller support. - You can remap controls for both the mouse/keyboard and the controller including the Invert axis and sensitivity sliders for the mouse and controller. - Tobii and Track IR support. - The game supports some wheels and other controls. - Driving physics can be set to realistic or simplified. - A driving school is optional and used to teach the many basics of the game. - A full 3D world with 360-degree camera control. - The cockpit shows marked buttons and nobs, a mini-map shows on the dashboard but also on the Hud in general. - When driving around you have to adhere to the speed limits and change the direction of the tramline. - Two views - Third and first person. - Old school computer software interface. - Nice looking locations. - Three difficulties - relaxation, simulation, and custom. - There are three locations with only one available initially. - It is possible to get out and walk around in the third-person and first-person views. - Three game modes - sandbox, story, and career. - You need to learn the procedure of indicating before and when leaving a stop, honking your horn accordingly, and doing general on-tram duties like checking tickets and using the ramps for disabled passengers. - It's a living world so you have to be wary of crossings etc. - Upgrade stops to increase Links and create more routes. - Can easily create your routes by clicking stops in order, then you can edit or drive them. - Earn money from driving passengers around and going to each stop. - A rear-view mirror helps with passengers getting on and off. - You can change the time and weather on the fly in a menu or set it to dynamic. - Fast travel is available to all hubs around the map. - Cash is earned from missions and passengers and used to buy new trams. - Six trams to buy and drive. - Highly detailed work on the trams. - Satisfying game loop once you get the game down. - Customizable trams from colors to decals and full tram wraps and you can rename them. Put advertisements on the tram to earn extra money and put a new layer of customisation on it. - You can do night routes which changes how much money you get etc. - The story mode has a structured set of objectives to move forward. Tram Simulator Urban Transit Review Cons: - Connects and wants to link the game to your Epic account? It's not mentioned but heads up. - So much to take in and remember. - You have to constantly change views just to see if passengers are all off or on and it's not very fluid or ideal in certain situations. - Managing the speed of the tram is not as simple as it should be and you constantly going up and down. - Many keyboard shortcuts to remember. - Following a route is not as smooth as it should be, when it's a congested amount of lines it can be hard to pick the right direction. - Some trams have a lot of buttons and switches that are nothing but showpieces. - No easy way to reset or quit a route. - The tutorial is ok but very long and winding missing out a few key bits here and there. - It is weird what mechanics they have gone deep into and the ones they have kind of skimmed on. An example is they have loads of customisation options but not a lot of in-tram interactions. - Pop-up happens a lot regardless of settings. - The AI traffic is a nightmare as they kamikaze into you or hit you whilst parked and the game still charges you. Related Post: GhostBusters Spirits Unleashed Ecto Edition Video Review Tram Simulator Urban Transit: Official website. Developer: stillalive Studios Publisher: astragon Store Links - Steam Read the full article

[certified-dumbass02]

Gold Rush (pt.1)

A college AU.

Yelena is a playgirl….but really she’s just a huge flirt who’s been too chicken to really do anything for the last year because she’s secretly just as in love with you as you are with her.

Inspired by the always excellent @peachbear88 and Taylor Swift’s gold rush. Split into two parts because I thought it was getting too long.

~*~

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

To be fair, she’s the death of pretty much everyone she crosses paths with on campus. Her prowess has, unsurprisingly, earned her several flattering - to her, since she laughs and preens at them - nicknames: Russian Assassin, Femme Fatale…Black Widow.

With her devastatingly gorgeous good looks, frustratingly charming personality, and annoyingly enduring popularity as one of the star athletes at the university, Yelena is never short of admirers.

What’s worse is she’s fully aware of her affect on others; men, women, everything in between - they all flock to her in a crowded room, clamoring to hear the Russian lilt she inherited from her immigrant parents glide silkily over a sarcastic quip or flirtatious comment.

Being around her is like being underwater, or being sucked into a black hole; reality just doesn’t seem quite the way that it normally does. People seem to lose their sense around her, trip over themselves just to try and impress her for the night, or grab her attention.

It is for this reason that you steadily avoid Yelena.

The idea of being enamored with someone to the point of foolishness has always left a bad taste in your mouth, and eliciting that behavior just happens to be one of Yelena’s specialties.

You want no part of it.

As appealing as she is, and you can’t deny that she is, you’ve never seen yourself entering what would surely be an ill-fated endeavor with someone that everyone wants. The stubborn part of you that has always gone against the grain, that prides itself on individuality and refuses to jump on any bandwagon, will not permit you to step into the Widow’s web as most others do.

Unfortunately, despite your vow to steer clear of her, you always find yourself in her orbit. It’s not your fault, really, and it’s not a problem - at least not at first. It begins with a forced partnership, a group project for a class you share, and when she isn’t being an obnoxious, terrible flirt determined to get a rise out of you, you get along really well.

She’s intelligent, observant, and she makes you laugh - internally, of course. You won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that you actually enjoy her presence rather than just tolerate it; your other group members stroke her ego enough. When the project is over, you’re overcome with the startling realization that you might miss bantering with her. You let out a sigh of relief to be done with it, because you already know that further exposure to Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

Naturally, you are further exposed to Yelena Belova.

You two have always run in similar social circles, connected loosely by mutual friends and choice of hangout spot, but previously you’d managed to duck her prowling green gaze, at least as long as it would take her to find her toy for the evening. After you’d been placed on her radar, however, it becomes impossible to hide.

Any room you’re in, no matter how crowded, she finds you.

Time and time again, she seeks you out, her mob of admirers following. You find it amusing how ironic the situation is: they clamor for her attention, and are ignored while she clamors for your attention and you ignore her or coolly brush her off.

You know you have no business humoring her because the second you give in, you’ll just be the latest in a long line of people that she’s loved and left. You refuse to be taken for a ride.

(If you privately admit to yourself as you watch the sway of her hips and the flex of strong arms over the swell of her chest that it would be one hell of a ride, that’s nobody’s business but yours.)

The problems arise when she ceases flirting mercilessly and instead shifts into something resembling an actual human being, wiggling her way into conversations and debates with you that last throughout the night. She still flirts, of course, but you’re accustomed to it now. She grows on you and grows on you, and the moment she begins to be your friend you groan knowing you cannot stop the inevitable.

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

It’s been almost a year of being friends with Yelena, and you are miserably, ridiculously in love with her.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned after countless conversations, shared drinks and laughs, it’s that she’s annoyingly easy to fall in love with and annoyingly difficult to fall out of love with.

Your stupid heart beats faster whenever you see her stupid gleaming eyes and her stupid glossy blonde hair that always, always falls perfectly into place around her stupid pretty face; you feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs whenever you hear that raspy Russian drawl roll over your ears and you absolutely cannot stand it.

It’s stupid- she’s Yelena, and everyone still wants her. You’re stupid because you thought you could avoid joining that statistic, and it frustrates you to no end; it’s bad enough to develop feelings for Yelena, known playgirl, but it’s even worse when you develop feelings for Yelena, your best friend.

In an effort to get over her, you let your other best friend set you up on a date with one of their friends, hoping that it can turn you into something resembling your old self, because then you can get back to acting normally around Yelena instead of…whatever this is.

You meet up with your date at your favorite bar. It’s familiarity brings you comfort because you’ve always been awful at dates, and even if you don’t know this girl, you still feel nervous.

She introduces herself as Kate as you two settle into one of the more isolated tables in the corner of the bar, and you’re grateful she seems to make conversation much less anxiously and awkwardly than you do.

Kate is pretty and seems really nice; she’s bold when she flirts with you, which catches you off guard because you’re used to how Yelena flirts. You can’t really bring yourself to flirt back, because somehow it feels like a betrayal, but Kate is patient and takes it in stride. You find yourself not resenting your best friend’s pick as much as you thought you would, and an hour and two drinks pass by rather painlessly.

Kate gets up to go to the bathroom as you thumb the wet ring around your third drink, and consider the pros and cons of replying to the text Yelena sent you hours ago.

It is truly unfortunate that just as you sit your phone down without answering, determined to leave it alone, she walks into the bar.

Yes, you know this for sure: Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

You will be the death of Yelena Belova. She knows this.

You do not.

You are everything that enchants her and frustrates her; from the moment she’s partnered with you, she can’t stop thinking about you.

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl.

(“I’m an onion. I have layers,” she tells you one night early in your tentative friendship, and startles because it’s the first time you’ve ever laughed aloud at something she’s said; she decides immediately it’s her favorite sound and endeavors to elicit it any chance she gets.)

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl, but she knows when she wants something and she always pursues what she wants.

(“It sucks!” She laments one day to her sister. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as Y/N, and I can’t even do anything about it!”

Natasha glances unimpressed at her sister dramatically plopped onto the couch beside her. “You could always, I don’t know, ask Y/N out.”

Yelena grabs a pillow and shoved her face into it with a groan. “I’ve tried that, don’t you think I’ve tried that! Every time I flirt, I’m brushed off. I’m not taken seriously!”

“Well you do look like a clown, of course it’s hard to take you seriously.”

Natasha easily dodges the pillow flung at her head as Yelena scowls at her. “Not helping, Natasha.”

“Okay, okay,” Natasha holds her hands up in surrender. “What if you tried a different approach? Maybe ease up on the flirting and try acting like a friend first.”

“But I want to be more than friends,” Yelena pouts childishly, and Natasha blinks.

“I feel like I’ve just slipped into an alternate universe. Yelena Belova wants to enter a committed relationship,” Natasha deadpans and dodges another pillow aimed at her head.)

Yes, Yelena wants you and has wanted you for a very, very long time, but she’s got no clue how to tell you she loves you without you thinking she’s joking or misunderstanding her entirely.

(“Y/N, I looooove you,” she drawls one night, drunk as you ease her into the back of your car. You don’t know it, but it’s the first night she’s turned down a convenient partner because she just couldn’t get you off her mind. Afterwords, she wasn’t sure if she got so trashed in mourning or celebration and called you because you’re the only thing solid in her vodka haze.

You answered, assumed she’d needed a DD - which she did - and rushed to take her home.

She falls in love with you even more with how quickly you come to get her, how dependable you are even in the middle of the night.

So she tells you she loves you, over and over again, and you furrow your brow at her in your rear view mirror in confusion.

Then, you giggle because she starts singing loudly.

She pouts at your laugh, and you wonder what is going on in that pretty little head, completely unaware that the only thought running through it is you.

Yelena babbles more at you, love pouring from her lips over and over because she’s desperate for you to understand that you’re the most beautiful thing she’s seen as the moonlight glances off your cheekbones in your car and she’s never met someone who calls her on her shit and you make her laugh and-

“Alright, comrade. Let’s turn you on your side. There’s a trashcan right here, and a couple of water bottles and ibuprofen right there,” you say gently as you guide her into her apartment and into her bead. She clutches at you as you slide her shoes off, tries to tell you again, but you just shake your head with a smile.

She goes quiet, stunned by the sight of it.

You pat her on the head, pull the covers over her, and turn out the light. She makes a sound of protest as you say goodnight, but stirs no further, and you leave silently back to your apartment.

Yelena wakes up with a dry mouth, a headache, and a text from you that says:

Are you alive, comrade?

She furrows her brow because you’ve never called her that before and dials your number as she guzzles down her pills and water.

As it rings she remembers telling you everything, but can’t recall your response; it makes her heart beat more rapidly than when she runs.

“Good morning, comrade!” You chirp smugly, practically hearing her wince.

“Morning. What’s with the comrade, comrade?” Yelena asks, her hope tentatively rising because you don’t sound like someone totally disgusted with her for confessing her feelings.

You laugh, and she automatically smiles in response.

“Well, you were very chatty last night.”

Her hope blooms further in her chest, because finally, finally you understand she’s serious about you.

“But you were absolutely committed to your mother tongue. I don’t think you said one word in English the whole ride back to your place, besides my name.”

It is only then that she is overcome with the crushing realization that she spent the entire night professing her love to you in Russian, which you do not speak.

Yelena feels like the wind has been knocked out of her, but she forces a choked laugh out anyways as you go on. She’s thankful you do, because she’s not sure that after all the words she’d said last night uselessly that she has any words left in her.

“You know, you kept saying something, it sounded kind of like this,” you mimic the phrase, stumbling a little over the pronunciation but it’s almost perfect. It is perfect to her.

Those green eyes you adore so much well up in tears to hear you say “I love you” to her, especially to hear it in Russian. But it’s so, so cruel because you have no idea what you’re saying, no idea what she meant when she said it to you first.

She laughs again hopelessly, quickly changes the subject and lets you rant on and on about what you have to do that day.

When you get off the phone, she sighs and falls back into bed, playing the way you said I love you over and over in her head.)

Yelena loves you, and she knows you’ll be the death of her.

She becomes especially aware of this recently, when you start acting odd. You’re distancing yourself a bit because you’re in love with her so much it hurts, but she doesn’t know that and she’s bothered like never before.

So she finds herself at her favorite bar, which is also your favorite bar, to ease her nerves. She’s both surprised and thrilled to see you sitting in the corner table there, if a little confused. Still, she’s pulled to you like a magnet, like she’s been for the past year, and she approaches you with a grin.

Pt.2:

[rebelwrites]

Rising From The Ashes || Chapter Eight (NSFW)

Jax Teller x Reader || Fast & Furious x Reader

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The feeling of speeding through the streets, battling with your sister felt right, it had been years since you turned up the tarmac with her, so to have her riding your ass again like no time had passed made you grin. The final turn was coming up, Letty had to dive in behind you as another car was coming head on to her, which meant you had the advantage as you put your foot down, pressing the accelerator so your foot was flat on the floor.

Flicking your glance up to the rear view mirror, you saw she was at least a cars length behind you. This was it, you had this in the bag so you dropped a gear, hearing the revs jump up and the car just took off, leaving her in the dust.

The closer you got to the guys, your smile kept getting wider and wider, this was the first proper race that you had done for a while, everyone that you had raced since you came to Charming were below your skill level, so it was nice to have someone that could push you to your limits and beyond. As you crossed the line, you slowed the car down before pulling on the handbrake, stopping inches in front of Jax, sending a cloud of dust from the sand into the air.

“Do you know how hot it is to see you fully open this beast up,” Jax hummed, leaning his arm on the door, ducking his head through the opening where the window was.

Without saying a word, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, smashing your lips against his, he instantly responded to the kiss, slowly running his tongue over your lips to gain entry into your mouth, your tongues soon worked in sync as the kiss started getting hot and heavy. Once again you felt the heat radiate through your body, as you squeezed your thighs together as your core started to tingle. There was something about Jax’s kisses that left you feeling weak, and stopped your brain from working. All you knew in this moment was that you needed your man and you needed him now.

“Jax,” You moaned, against his lips, you needed to get away from everyone, find a quiet little spot where your could let Jax fuck you. “Get in this fucking car right now,”

“Damn babygirl,” He breathed, gently biting down on your bottom lip, “You really want to go right here?”

“Well not right here, but I need you Jax,” You moaned softly, tugging at the roots of his hair, “I need you so bad.”

He didn’t need telling twice, as he wiggled out of your grip, running around to the passenger side of the car, once again before his ass had even touched the seet you were speeding off down the street, trying to find somewhere that you could pull over and have your wicked way with your man. You ignored all the shouting you could hear when the guys realised that you and Jax had taken off, they didn’t need to see what was about to go down.

After a short drive you soon found a secluded area amongst the trees where you parked the car. For the short journey, Jax kept running his hand up the inside of your thigh, gently caressing your bare skin, slowly teasing you as he got closer to your aching core. It was a miracle that you managed to keep your focus on the road.

The moment you put the car in neutral, and killed the engine, you clambered over the center center console, setting yourself on Jax’s knee, your thighs spread either side of him. Straight away you could feel his hard on pressing up against your core, making you whimper as you rocked your hips back and forth to try and get some friction, making Jax chuckle at your neediness. He dipped his head to your neck, and the feeling of his beard rubbing against your soft skin made you moan, leaning your head to the side to give him more access.

The feeling of him kissing, nipping and sucking your sweet spot sent you into a frenzy as you continued to rock on his solid dick. His hands were roaming your body, until he found the hem of the shirt you were wearing, and slowly he pulled it up your body until it was being thrown onto the back seats, leaving you straddling him in just a push up bra and your shorts. He carried on kissing down your neck, as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra, that soon meeting the same fate of your shirt.

His blue eyes were glazed over with lust as he took in the sight before him, letting his hands roam up your body until he was cupping on breast and his mouth attacking the other, his teeth gently grazed your skin until he got to your nipple, taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud until it was a peak. Before doing the same to the other one, this man was driving you crazy and he hadn’t even got to where you needed him the most.

“Jax,” You panted, arching your back, pressing down on his hard on, “Please just fuck me, I need to feel you in me, please.”

“Well then babygirl, I think you need to lose some clothing for that to happen,” He smirked playfully as he undid the button on your shorts, and lifted your ass up so you could try and wiggle out of them the best you could in the position you were in.

Jax soon shedded his jeans and boxers, letting them drop around his ankles, allowing you to sink down on his dick. The moment you felt him enter your core, you gasp from the feeling of him stretching you out, causing you to whimper against his mouth.

“Fuck baby,” Jax groaned, as he dug his fingers into your hips, pushing you further down onto his cock until he had bottomed out, “You are so fucking tight.”

“Thats what happens when you don’t have sex for a while,” You breathed, resting your forehead against you rolled our hips against his, letting the feeling of ecstasy wash over you as you settled into a steady rhythm.

The thing that sent you over the edge was when his thumb found your clit, and he matched your pace. The naughtiness of fucking in the middle of the day in the front of the car added to the thrill of things, knowing that at any point you could get caught. Jax’s pace on your swollen clit never faltered causing the familiar feeling in the pit of your abdomen to intensify. You were so close to tipping over the edge and he knew it just from your whimpers and moans.

“Oh god, Jax” You screamed as he sent you over the edge, “Fuck this feels so good,” You cried, not changing the pace of your hips, riding out the orgasm as you made sure you took your man to the feeling of ecstasy.

Leaning back, you rested your hand on the seat behind him, watching as he screwed his face up, moving his hands back to your hips as you increased your pace the best you could. You loved watching him when he came undone, there was something about his face, along with his grunts and groans that made you extra giddy.

You knew by the morning you would have bruises forming from where his fingers were digging into your skin, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was the feeling that you were both getting.

“Shit darlin’” Jax grunted, digging his fingers into your hips that hard, his knuckles were going white, and within a few moments you felt his dick twitch inside of you before he came, grunting your name as you continued to ride him, something that you loved doing to tease him.

Resting your forehead against his, you both started to come down from your highs, allowing your breathing to return to normal. You didn’t want to leave the little bubble you had right now but you knew you would need to.

“Where did that come from?” Jax breathed as he helped you off him, reaching down for the napkins that were in the door pocket so you could clean yourself up. “Not that I am complaining.”

“I don’t actually know,” You giggled as you wiggled back into your shorts, before reaching back to grab your bra and shirt. “It dawned on me that we hadn’t fucked in this car yet and knew we needed to change that.”

Flopping back into the drivers seat, you ran your hand over your face, leaning your head back against the headrest as Jax went for a quick piss in the woods. Reaching down into the door pocket to grab your phone, you knew that you would have some texts from the rest of the group, wondering where you had disappeared off to. Just as you thought you had a few texts, so you quickly typed a reply out before your heart dropped, at the glimpse of the text you had just seen.

It couldn’t be, you had changed your number a couple of times since you had moved to Charming, how could he have gotten a hold of it. You felt your blood run cold as you opened the text, needing to know what it said. Today had been a good day but you knew that dark cloud would always return when you least expected it. Holding your breath as you looked at the screen, trying not to let yourself break down. Jax didn’t need to know that you had received a text, this would be something that you would keep to yourself, at least for now.

You think you can escape me, think again bitch! Don’t think the only thing I can take off you is Coke and guns, you better keep a close eye on your family! See you soon my sweet little racer.

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[all-my-love-for-harry]

My shy little boy.

summary: y/n's son is too shy to play with other kids at anne's house.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: we all love some dad!harry. I might use this story again for some more blurbs in the future, if you wanna suggest anything i’d be happy to do it! might write something about the first time artemis met anne and gemma...

you can find more of my shy little boy here

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Y/N wasn't entirely sure about this.

At first, she was excited Harry invited her and her son to his mum's birthday, but then he mentioned all his family would be there and she grew nervous.

One thing was Anne and Gemma, two people Y/N and her son had previously met and loved. Artemis was a very shy boy, and it took him a little bit to bond with Harry's mum and sister, but at the end he did. I mean, how could he not? Anne was completely in awe at him, and treated him like a proper grandchild and Gemma often had lunch with Y/N and Artemis in London and bought him ice cream, it was only fair the little boy warmed up to them.

Now in the other hand, she has never met Harry's extended family before. And while she was not ashamed of being a mother whatsoever, she still wanted the approval of his family, and she didn't know what they would think of Harry dating someone with a child.

The party was holding place in Anne's home, which meant they had to make the three hours ride to Harry's hometown in order to get there. Y/N didn't mind at all, and neither did Artemis.

For being a five year old, he was very calm. Y/N blamed it on his shy personality, and although she loved her shy boy, she couldn't help but worry about him being so reserved.

Harry arrived early at Y/N’s home. She was still running around getting both hers and Artemis’ overnight bags, they planned on staying the weekend with Anne as they haven’t seen her in quite some time. Harry stayed with Artemis, who was coloring a book in the living room.

“That’s quite an impressive robot, mate” he said, sitting down on the floor beside the five year old.

“Thank you, Harry” Always so polite, he was.

“Did your mum told you where we’re going?”

“Yes, we’re going to your mum’s house” Artemis finished the robot he was coloring, putting down the crayon. “I bought her a gift!” he said, standing on his feet to be in Harry’s eye level.

“Did ya?” Harry raised his eyebrows. “What did you bought her?”

“It’s a surprise, for her birthday” he said, blushing. Artemis took one step closer to Harry and wrapped his little arms around his neck. “Sorry I took so long to hug you, I was finishing my robot!”

Harry felt how his heart melted for the little boy in front of him. He hugged him back, wrapping his tattooed arms carefully around him. “It’s okay, buddy”

Before either of them could say anything else, Y/N came into the living room carrying a duffel bag with what Harry supposed was their clothes and toiletries. She also had a ‘my neighbor totoro’ backpack that belonged to Artemis. “I think we’re good to go”

“I’ll put this in the car, love” Harry grabbed the bags she was carrying and made his way out of the house.

They walked out of the house and Artemis waited patiently for Y/N to lock the front door then walked towards the backseat of Harry’s SUV so she could put her son in his car seat.

Ever since Harry and Y/N started dating and he became a permanent thing in the little boy’s life, a car seat on his own car was a must for Harry. He had bought it six months into the relationship, claiming it was tiring to carry the car seat from one car to another every time they wanted to go out, when in reality it was his way to tell Y/N he wasn’t planning on going anywhere and he wanted to be as committed to Artemis as he was with her.

“We’ve got a long trip ahead, mate. Are you ready?” Harry asked once they were all in the car.

“Yes. When we arrive, can I please give Anne her gift?” Artemis asked looking at Y/N.

“Of course, you’ll be the one to deliver the present. You picked it and wrapped it for Anne after all, didn’t you?”

The boy nodded excitingly from the backseat, kicking his little legs back and forth. Harry smiled as he looked at Artemis from the rear-view mirror, loving how much effort he put into choosing a gift for his own mum. He found himself wishing he would call Anne ‘nan’, but he understood they haven’t quite gotten there yet.

As he pulled from the drive way he remembered when he first introduced Artemis to Anne and Gemma, the little boy would call the first Mrs. Twist and the second Miss. He thought it was the cutest thing in the world, and Artemis continued to do it a couple more times before Anne convinced him it was okay to call her by her name.

He couldn’t help but smile at the memory, it felt like a lifetime ago when in reality it has only been a year and a half since he started dating Y/N.

“What are you smiling about?” she said, a smile on her own starting to form in her face.

“Do you remember what little monkey here used to call mum?” his accent grew ticker, making Y/N go heart eyes with the way her son’s personal nickname from him rolled out of his tongue.

“Mhm, Mrs. Twist” she giggled, looking back at Artemis who was now watching a movie on Y/N phone. He was wearing some wireless headphones on his head, preventing him from listening to the couple’s conversation. “Took him a while to make him call her Anne”

“Mum’s really excited to see you two” Harry said. “So is Gemma and everyone else”

“The rest of your family knows we’re dating?”

“Well, they have internet, my love” he chuckled. “Also, mum doesn’t stop talking about the lovely lady i’m with”

“You’re right, I am lovely” she smiled innocently at him. Harry rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing one of her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

The rest of the ride went smoothly. They only had to make a quick stop because Artemis needed to go to the bathroom, but they still made it to Holmes Chapel in time. As soon as Harry parked the car, he went out of it and went to get Artemis.

“We’re here, monkey” He said, getting him out of the car seat and scooping him in his arms. “I’ll come get the bags later, love” he said to Y/N, who was getting Artemis’ backpack out of the car along with her own purse and Anne’s gift.

“They’ll be some more people aside from Anne and Gemma, baby. Remember that we need to be polite” Y/N said as they walked towards Anne’s doorway.

“Yes, mummy” The five year old nodded, pushing his little glasses up his nose. Harry squeezed him to his chest, knowing the confidence he now had with just being with her mum and him was going to pretty much disappear when they crossed the door and people who he didn’t know were going to look at him.

“And who do we have here?” Gemma opened the door, offering them a big smile. “I’m so glad you made it, guys”

As they stepped in the house, Gemma embraced the two adults quickly before taking the little boy from Harry’s arms and into hers. “I missed you loads, Artemis”

“I missed you too, Gemma. I bought a gift for your mum” he said, giving her a toothy smile.

“She’s gonna love it” she turned to Y/N and Harry. “Everyone’s outside, mum’s at-”

“The birthday girl!” Harry exclaimed as his mum exited the kitchen. He took her in his arms, hugging her tightly before placing a kiss on her head. “Happy birthday, mum”

“Oh, thank you so much, my dear” Anne kissed his cheek.

“Anne!” Artemis asked Gemma to put him down then ran towards the older woman. “Happy birthday!” he said, hugging her legs.

“Goodness, every time I see you, you only get bigger and bigger” she gasped.

“I bought you a gift!” He said, the same sentence he’s been telling over and over again. You see, he was really excited for it. “Mummy, can I give Anne her gift?”

“There you go, baby” Y/N handed him the carefully wrapped gift, stepping closer to where they were standing to greet Anne as well.

“It’s so good to see you, dear” Anne said.

Artemis handed Anne her gift, placing his hands behind his back once she took it, a sign he was nervous. Anne sensed how badly he wanted her to open the box, so she did so. It was a beautiful bracelet with four charms on it.

“It has four cats because you have four cats” he explained shyly.

“Oh my god, I love it so much!” she said, bending down to his level to give him another hug. “Thank you so much”

Their little bubble was broken when one of Harry’s relatives entered the house, calling for Anne. They decided to step out of the house and into the backyard where everyone else was having fun.

There were a couple of kids running around, and Artemis held onto Y/N’s hand as they walked. Harry introduced them to a couple of his cousins and aunts, and Y/N tried to hold the conversation while the little boy was hiding behind her legs.

“He’s a little shy” she would say, caressing his soft hair with one hand.

Someone called Harry and asked him to help grilling lunch, and that’s how Y/N ended sitting beside Gemma in a table with a couple of more people and Artemis on her lap.

“You don’t wanna go play with the kids, kiddo?” Gemma asked him after a while. Artemis looked over the other kids and noticed they were older than him.

“No, thank you. I wanna stay with mummy”

One woman was asking Y/N how Harry and she met and how long they’ve been together, and that’s how she found herself in a conversation with the elder women in the table, occasionally looking at Harry from the corner of her eye. He looked so cute over there; he had rolled up the sleeves of her button-up shirt and was laughing at something one of the other men had said.

“Mummy, can I go with Harry?” Artemis whispered at his mother after some other time.

“Yeah, want me to go too?” he shook his head, jumping off of her lap. Y/N observed him walk towards Harry.

He tugged his slacks, getting his attention. “Hello there, monkey. Got bored?”

Artemis shook his head again. “Wanted to see what you’re doing” Harry took him in his arms again, holding him with one arm and continue cooking the food with the other.

“I’m cooking the sausages and the beef so everybody can eat. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?”

“A little and yes, please”

“Mm’kay… what do you want? A hotdog? A burger?”

“Can I have just the sausage?” Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just that?” He received a nod from the boy in his arms. “I’ll give you two, if you’re still hungry you can always come back to me, alright?”

Putting Artemis back on the floor, he plated two sausages for him then added some mustard on the side, knowing he does not like ketchup.

“Aiden, can you take over for me? My kid’s hungry” he didn’t notice as those words rolled out of his tongue, too busy walking back to the table Y/N was.

“You’re back” she said, watching how Harry took a seat next to her and placed Artemis on his lap.

“Lad was hungry” he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Are you? I can make us some food”

“I’m good right now, thank you baby” Harry handed her the plate so she could cut Artemis’ food, blowing at it a little so it would cool off faster.

Y/N placed her head on Harry’s shoulder as they watched him eat. After he finished, Harry thought he would hop off his lap and go run around with the rest, but he stayed right there.

It was pointless to ask him to go on his own to play with kids he didn’t know, but Harry did not want him to stay sit all afternoon. “Hey, wanna play with me?”

Artemis nodded shyly and off they went. They started playing tag in alone, Harry purposefully running slower so Artemis could catch him every time. They were having fun, the two of them were giggling and running around. Ten minutes later, two girls approached them and asked them if they could play too.

“He’s so good with him” one of Harry’s aunt said to Y/N.

“He’s the best”

Harry put a hand on Artemis’ shoulder, introducing him to his two young cousins and explaining he was a little shy but would love to play with them. And that’s how Harry ended chasing around the entire group of kids for a solid hour. Artemis seemed more relaxed and even started talking with the first two girls who joined them.

Harry was happy he was able to help overcome his shyness, even if it was just a little bit.

At the end of the day Artemis was tired and wanted to sleep, but Y/N couldn’t be happier he had fun and played with other kids. As they were walking upstairs with the sleeping boy in Y/N’s arms, she looked at Harry and smiled at him.

“Thank you for today”

“For what?”

“For helping him make friends”

He shook his head. “No need. I know he’s social, he just needs a little push” he shrugged. They changed and went to bed, Artemis squeezed between them.

“Called him my kid, today” he said, almost afraid. He was laying on his side, facing Y/N. “Wish he was mine, Y/N” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled at him lovingly, extending one of her arms so she could touch his cheek. Harry leaned into his touch, moving his face to kiss her palm. She felt like she would cry of happiness right there.

“Baby, he’s already yours”

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles 

First meeting: Seokjin’s POV

kim seokjin x reader warnings; none!  words; 2,443

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here 

Seokjin was having the worst morning. He was usually in work by now. An early start to the day was the only way to start the day, so maybe that’s why he was thrown for a loop right now. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. But he shouldn’t think like that, after all, he’d promised Arin he’d take her to school this morning. He was embarrassed to admit this, but Arin had been living with him officially for six weeks and he hadn’t once driven her here. It was unacceptable he knew that, but he was learning quickly that juggling a demanding job and being there for his daughter wasn’t easy. Perhaps Nana had a point… 

At the thought of his ex-wife, he grimaced, remembering the massive argument they’d had two months ago. The one that had triggered Arin’s move. When it came to Nana he often found himself harsh with his words. Not that she wasn’t with hers either. They had grown so used to lashing out at one another over the years it was hard to stop, even if their divorce was coming up to two years ago now. That’s what his therapist said anyway, and Seokjin just listened, knowing she was correct just unable to think of a way to change it, despite the countless advice Mrs. Shin had given him over the months, years. 

He and Nana both worked hectic and testing jobs. They were alike it that way, ambitious and driven. That’s what had attracted him to her in the first place, yet it was the thing that had ruined them soon enough. With age, especially after the birth of Arin, he found himself mellowing out. He was no longer in such a rush to get to the top, or to be the best. Maybe that was hypocritical of him, seeing as a few years ago he had become CEO, taking his father’s place. There was no higher. He had nothing more to chase. 

Nana continued to work long hours, motherhood not slowing her down in the slightest. Not that it should. Stereotypes weren’t his style, but it was beyond frustrating when all he wanted to do was spend time together as a family and Nana was too busy preoccupied elsewhere. She loved Arin, he had never doubted that and never would, but sometimes his exasperation outweighed his rationality. When Arin had come to live with him he was so determined to prove Nana wrong. He could easily do both – work and be a father. Of course, he wasn’t stupid, he had known he’d need help, and Misook was more than he could have ever asked for, but he had always been stubborn. 

The weekends were great. On his he would organise a bunch of things for he and Arin to do, and on Nana’s weekend he’d use the time to catch up on any work he had remaining from the week. Only, a fortnight ago Nana had cancelled the night before. Arin had been devastated obviously, there was video call of course, but it wasn’t the same for a six year old. He had been left to pick up the pieces, not to mention he had fallen behind on paperwork – and still hadn’t caught up.  Hopefully this weekend would be better, but he wasn’t holding his breath. 

He sighed to himself as he fiddled with the handsfree. Why wasn’t his cell phone connecting?! He knew he should have taken the other car. Weekdays were the most difficult. He just about saw Arin in the mornings and most evenings he came home past 6pm meaning he just had about enough time to eat dinner with her and catch up before it was time to get her ready for bed. It wasn’t fair on her, she deserved more of his time and he missed her terribly, but time was extremely difficult to find. That’s why he’d driven her to school today, he’d been promising for weeks, ever since she’d started at Primrose Hill actually. He didn’t want to be a let-down. 

He’d chosen today, a Thursday, because it was thankfully a quiet morning. Well, had supposed to be a quiet morning. Soobin’s call just before he’d left home had not been something he’d wanted to receive. The web conference with Mr. Lee wasn’t supposed to be until mid-morning but of course the impatient so-and-so had missed the memo – or just completely ignored it seemed more probable. 

Seokjin’s headache grew worse at the thought of today. He’d already popped two painkillers early this morning when Arin had woken him up prematurely by jumping up and down on his bed. She was excited, he understood that, but Christ was she loud at 5am. At least he knew she loved her new school, that was all that mattered. He’d been so worried in the beginning, taking his time to choose a smaller school so she wouldn’t be so overwhelmed. It worked out perfectly though. She adored Primrose Hill,  and her teacher actually, which he was thankful for. It was always Miss. Y/L/N this and Miss. Y/L/N that… Oh, that reminded him, there was that parent teacher meeting tomorrow afternoon. He couldn’t miss that, no matter what was happening at the office. He was glad he’d had a test run today actually. Shamefully he hadn’t been here in person yet, doing the entirety of the application process via phone call and the internet. The principal had understood, but that wasn’t the point. He needed to do better. He was trying to do better. 

This time he let out a yell of frustration as his phone told him yet again it had failed to connect via Bluetooth. He gave up, Mr. Lee would just have to wait until he was in the office to take his call. This was crazy, what on earth could the man want so early in the morning?! There was no emergency. He dropped his phone to his lap and started up the vehicle in haste, wasting no time in reversing out of the spot – Thump!

His car had collided with something. With his heart in his stomach he hit the brakes immediately, looking out the rear view mirror to see a white car. The something he’d hit. Shit. This day had just gone from bad to worse. Panicked, he drove forward, back into the space and turned the engine off quickly. He hopped out, acting on instinct, forgetting his phone was in his lap as it clattered to the floor. Thankfully the screen didn’t smash, and he didn’t stop, picking it up in a rush. No sooner had he come into view, the occupant of the white car was getting out of the driver’s seat too. 

“Are you okay?” He asked you immediately, the panic shrill in his voice. He was always such a competent driver. The only time he’d ever sped was when Arin was about to be born, rushing Nana to the hospital at two in the morning after her waters had broken. Now look at him. What a mess. 

He found himself babbling, not even giving you a chance to respond. “I am so sorry, Miss.” At that precise moment in time his phone started to ring again. “I really am. I was–” 

He had tried to ignore it, he really had, but the noise was just plain irritating and now he found himself quite mad. Stopping abruptly midsentence he let out a huff  and picked up. “Kim Seokjin, speaking. Please can I –”

“Mr. Kim, where are you? There’s something–” Mr. Lee tried interrupting, but Seokjin wasn’t having any of it. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to call you back. There’s been an emergency.” 

“An emergency? What kind? It better not be to do with –”

“Thank you for understanding. Goodbye.”  Seokjin hung up quickly. He’d deal with the consequences later. Not that he’d let that son of a bitch walk all over him. He never had. Immediately, his attention was back on you. There were pressing issues at hand here. “I’m just so sorry. Is there any damage?” 

He made his way over to the spot he’d hit, just above your back wheel and crouched down, inspecting the damage. “Oh god.” He grimaced slightly. The paint was scratched pretty deep but luckily there were no dents. Still, he’d been foolish. This was entirely his fault. 

“The bike rack,” he muttered to himself, looking behind him at the culprit. It had taken the paint clean off. Brushing a hand through his hair, he noticed you were beside him now, still not having said a word. He caught a hint of your perfume, unconsciously noting how pleasant it was. 

“What happened?” You asked him, your tone of voice taking him by surprise. You had every right to be angry of course, but couldn’t you see how sincere he was being? He looked up, composing himself hopefully. “I-I was distracted for a moment, I didn’t realise–” 

“Were you on your phone?”

“I’m sorry?” On cue the damn device started ringing again. Mr. Lee was on thin ice. He hit ignore straight away. “No, no. God, no.” He protested, realising what you meant as he shoved the phone into the inside pocket of his jacket. He straightened up, standing directly opposite you now as you crossed your arms, waiting for his explanation it seemed. He couldn’t help but notice the way you strained as tall as you could get. As if you were trying to appear imposing. Not that you weren’t unnerving right now. It was just the action was pretty… No. He wasn’t even going to think it because he didn’t want to be at all condescending. 

“I was – I was trying to get the handsfree to work in this damn car and last time I checked there was no one there.” Seokjin cringed at himself. He so obviously sounded flustered. He just couldn’t help it. There was something about you that made him nervous, and it wasn’t just because you looked so livid right now.  “I wasn’t thinking, I just backed out –” He stopped himself, suddenly realising something. “Why… Why were you on stop directly behind me?” 

“Excuse me?” You instantly got defensive. “I wasn’t stopped, I was trying to find a space.” 

Seokjin tried his best not to smile. Now it was your turn to try and not get flustered. The way your hands waved about animatedly as you spoke was…charming. Was that appropriate to say? You were watching him again, a look on your face that made him uneasy. Maybe it was because, and he hated to think this yet again, but maybe it was because you were so pretty. God, he sounded like a little kid. You were very attractive, did that make it sound any better? Probably not. Here you were well within your right to be mad at him, and here he was thinking such inappropriate thoughts about you. Well, that sounded weird. He didn’t mean like that. He just thought you were really pretty. He was spiralling over nothing. 

“I’m sorry, but do you even work here?” 

Your question threw him. “Work here? No.” 

“Then why are you using the teacher’s parking lot?” 

He watched as you folded your arms again and his eyes widened in horror as he realised his mistake.  “Oh no. I didn’t realise…” This was just great. Now he looked like an idiot. That or just plain rude. 

“It’s signposted.” 

Yup, just plain rude it was. 

“It’s my first time dropping off my daughter at this school. I didn’t know where to go, and I was getting so many phone calls, I was just trying to…” He petered out, realising it was no good trying to explain himself. You probably didn’t care about his morning. “There’s no excuses for this. I’m truly sorry and I feel awful.” He apologised, lowering his head.   “Let me sort this out. Money is no object. I can call my mechanic straight away and–”

“There’s no need,” you interrupted almost instantly, sounding baffled. 

“It’s really no problem.” He insisted. “Come on, if we wait for our insurance companies to sort this out god knows how long it will take. No, I’ll phone the mechanic I use right now and they can come and pick your vehicle up. It’ll be fixed in no time. You won’t have to pay a thing.” He was only speaking the truth. Most insurance companies didn’t even want to know. 

“No, thank you.” You voice sounded tight, clipped. 

He could sense your irritation but couldn’t understand why. “No?” 

“I don’t need your help or your money.” You declared. 

Now, there was no need to be stubborn about it. He’d phrased it wrong, admittedly. He wasn’t flaunting his money around the place. At all. He was only trying to help. In fact, he needed to do this. It was his fault. “But I did this.”  

“It’s fine, just –” You stopped when his phone started ringing again, glancing at the chest. “You’re obviously very busy, just forget about it. It’s a few scratches.” 

Turning your back to him you glanced at your watch. “Wait,” he called out.

“Goodbye,” you called back, rounding the front of your car ready to dive back into the driver’s seat.  

Seokjin’s frustration was about to hit its limit. Why wouldn’t you listen to him, and why wouldn’t his cell phone just shut the hell up?! “But – Argh!” He let out a yell, the shrilling of his phone loud and he yanked it out of his pocket roughly. 

It was his assistant. Mr. Lee was probably hounding him too. He picked up. “Soobin, what is it?!” 

“Mr. Lee, he’s –”

“Yes, I already told him I’m –”

“He said it’s extremely important. His suppliers are being difficult.” 

“What? He said they were reliable.” Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, feeling defeat wash through him. Today had beaten him and it was only 8am. As Soobin’s voice carried through the speaker, Seokjin watched you slam your door shut and whizz into one of the only parking spots. 

It wouldn’t sit right on his conscience if he left things like this, he’d damaged your car. He needed to make things right. Immediately. Or almost immediately. He’d sort things out with Mr. Lee as fast as he could and then call Jimin. Yes, that sounded like a great idea. He actually found himself smiling a little as he watched you walk towards the school building, a determinedness in your stride that was indeed admirable. You’d certainly left an impression, that was for sure. 

The one he’d left on you, however, was embarrassing… 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[thatshithurted8]

Sticky Notes

Summary: JJ falls in love with the introverted Kook Pope tutors.  (Part two to Introverted. However, you don’t need to read part one.) Requested by @teamnick

Word Count: 1.6k 

A/N: This is the long awaited part two to my original fic Introverted. I’m sorry it took me so long to write, but I hope you all love it nonetheless. I also want to thank you all for 650 followers, I adore you all! 

You look in your rear view mirror one last time before getting out of your car. You just arrived to the chateau since JJ asked you to come over. However, you had no idea what he was planning. He told you to wear whatever you want, not specifying anything in specific. Even though you had no clue as to what the mischievous boy was planning you wanted to look your best. Little did you know you could wear a garbage bag and JJ would still be smitten for you. 

After changing your mind on countless outfits you finally decided to wear a white dress with brown buttons running down the middle, it was cottage core inspired. Along with your dress you wore a pair of white converse and a gold necklace that your parents got you for your birthday. The reflection and colour of the necklace accentuated the golden aura that seemed to follow you everywhere. That same aura was something JJ loved. It was comforting and reminded him of how soft and reserved you were.

As you close your car door you see Kie, Pope, Sarah and John B all scurry inside of the chateau, which you thought was weird. Yes, you didn’t talk much, but you always greeted them, they were your friends after all. However, your confused thoughts instantly go away when JJ walks around the side of John B’s van, greeting you with a smile and hug.

Everything you wore took JJ’s breath away, but something about seeing you wear white made JJ feel a certain type of way. Not a sexual way, but a loving and content type of way. Seeing you wear white basically thrusted JJ into you guys’ future where he can imagine you walking down an aisle wearing another white dress. 

“You look beautiful.” JJ says after hugging you and fixing his backwards cap. 

You blush at the boys compliment while fiddling with your fingers. “Thank you.” 

Despite being extremely close to JJ now you couldn’t stop yourself from shying away whenever he complimented you. And despite loving you for so long JJ knew he would never get tired of how you reacted to his compliments. 

“My lady?” JJ asks, sticking his hand out for you to take which you do. 

The two of you walk around the side of the van where JJ previously was and you’re taken away when you see how John B’s yard was set up. You were greeted by string lights hanging from tree branch to tree branch and a white sheet being hung up between two trees, Kiara’s projector sitting a few feet away from it. The only thing seemingly out of place was the van, it wasn’t parked in it’s normal spot.

“JJ.” You softly say, awestruck. It was like a scene coming out of a movie. 

“That’s not all.” The blonde says confidently before letting go of your hand, which makes you realize how much you loved the feeling of his hand against yours. You watch as he walks over to the vans sliding door, he smiles at you and opens it. 

Your mouth falls open as your eyes scan over the vans contents and walk closer. Inside were a ton of blankets and pillows, on top of the soft blankets sat a small basket full of your favourite snacks and drinks and all over the van were sticky notes in every colour with JJ’s messy writing on them. JJ admires you as you step closer to read what each sticky note had written on it. 

You’re beautiful.

I love how down to earth you are. 

You can light up the whole universe with just your smile. 

Colours seem brighter when you’re around. 

You bring out the best in me. 

I feel the most like me when you’re around. 

Jokes are funnier when you tell them. 

You make me want to be a better person. 

I love your perspective on everything. 

You turn towards JJ as you finish reading all of the sticky notes that were scattered around the van. Your eyes were welling with happy tears while your heart beat only increased. 

JJ lets out a shaky breath before speaking, “You know Y/N the first time I ever saw you, you took my breath away.” He says fiddling with his ring clad fingers before looking up to meet your gaze. 

The Maybank boy wasn’t the type of person to be intimidated or nervous when talking to girls, but when it came to you it was a whole different story, especially since he also was planning on asking you an important question. 

“I’m so happy that we have gotten to know each other.” JJ says grabbing a hold of your hand, which he grazes softly with his thumb. 

You nod in agreement at JJ’s statement, but you let him continue talking. 

“You are single handedly the most amazing person I have ever met. And you make me so fucking happy Y/N, you have no idea. So I was wondering.” He says trailing off while taking another sticky note out of his cargo shorts and handing it over to you with his free hand. You softly take it from him and read the words that were written in JJ’s legible, but messy writing. 

The note read, ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ 

You look up at JJ, meeting his blue orbs, both of your guys’ hearts were beating a mile a minute. You continue to stare into his eyes, making sure he was being serious, after all he liked to joke around with everyone especially you.However, you could tell he wasn’t joking and what you dreamed and hoped for was finally happening. 

“Yes.” You softly, but genuinely say while smiling from ear to ear. 

JJ’s nerves instantly go away when you reveal your simple answer. Seeing you smile and be so happy because of him made JJ even more happy in that moment. Much like you, he couldn’t believe everything he planned and hoped for was finally happening.

“Yes!” He exclaims throwing his hands up into the air. 

“You’re my girlfriend!” He exclaims again, while throwing his arms around you and pulling you into an embrace causing you to giggle. You could feel yourself relax into his touch. 

In one swift movement JJ picks you up bridal style, making sure your dress was covering you fully before spinning around in circles. You start to laugh hysterically at your now boyfriends antics.

“She said yes! Let’s go!” He yells once again, excitement and happiness radiating off of the Maybank boy. 

The Pogues come outside after hearing JJ and they start to cheer and congratulate you two as JJ continues to spin you two around. 

- 

You and JJ sat in the back of John B’s van, cuddled up together and underneath the countless blankets the blonde brought outside. 

“I love this part.” You say, your eyes trained to the white sheet that was currently being used as make shift projector screen. JJ made sure to play your favourite disney movie for tonight which was Cinderella. 

As Prince Charming starts to dance with Cinderella, making every other girl at the ball envious of the blonde beauty in the blue dress, an idea crosses JJ’s mind making him kick off the blankets and stand up. You glance between the movie and then back to JJ confused. 

“My lady?” JJ asks again like he did earlier, but this time he bows while putting one hand behind his back and one out stretched to you. 

Without hesitating you throw the blankets off of you and grab a hold of JJ’s calloused hand. You giggle and blush as JJ copies what Prince Charming does in the animated film and guides you to a pretend dance floor in the middle of John B’s yard. 

JJ’s large hand falls on your waist while his other intertwines his fingers with yours and holds them in the air. You blush as you two start to waltz around the open yard. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you couldn’t help, but look down at your feet, making sure you didn’t step on JJ’s as you two twirled around. 

“Look at me beautiful.” JJ says as the movie continues to play in the background. 

You look up from your feet and meet JJ’s gaze, causing his breath to hitch at how beautiful you looked under the moon and fairy lights. Your cheeks were flushed and you felt like you were on cloud nine. Never in your life has anyone made you feel the way you do when you’re with JJ. In that moment you finally acknowledged the fact that you were in love with him. It felt refreshing to finally admit that to yourself after trying your best to push your feelings for the blonde away. You were too worried and in your head about him not liking you back. You genuinely thought he could never like the shy and introverted girl, seeing how outgoing he was. 

But how wrong you were.

JJ stops dancing, his left hand remaining on your waist while his right hand comes down to caress your cheek, your hand finding his bicep. You hoped he couldn’t feel the heat that was most likely radiating off of your skin because of him. 

His blue eyes glance down to your lips before looking back up at your eyes that he adored so much. Without even realizing you both start to slowly move in. Just before the distance between you two is eliminated JJ glances back up to your eyes, as if he was asking if he could kiss you. 

“Kiss me.” You softly say, causing more heat to rush to your face. It was out of character for you to be so straight forward and demanding, but you wanted nothing more than for him to kiss you. 

And so he did.

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The Pieces We Leave Behind

CHAPTER ONE: FRANK

Mary had buried herself in books again. She was a curious and intelligent young girl, but her love of reading was turning into obsession. So much so that Frank was beginning to worry about Vitamin D deficiency. She looked a little too pale. He usually hauled her out of her chair – met with screams and slaps of protestation – and took her to the beach or the park for ice cream, but today, he was piling her into the car to meet with the school principal. Mary had been accused of bullying, and Frank wasn’t going to let it stand.

“This is so stupid.” Mary huffed and crossed her arms. “I didn’t do anything.”

“I know, just get in the car.”

She rolled her eyes, slipping her backpack off her shoulder, throwing it onto the seat beside her. The engine of Frank’s 1974 sedan sputtered to life. Frank’s mother Evelyn called it a rickety rust-bucket, but it was his pride and joy – second only to his sweet, silly niece, who was currently sulking in the back seat.

That was the thing about Frank Adler. He didn’t fix broken things, he just knew when something was worth saving. He saw potential that nobody else could.

He was the first to break away from the family. He was tired, he said, of living a Stepford lie.

This was how he came to be Mary’s guardian. After the death of his sister Diane, the Adler family was irreparably splintered. In the midst of Evelyn’s grief, she had swept Mary up into a life she would never become accustomed to - piano lessons, private school, badminton, early bedtime and absolutely no television.

At just seven years old, Mary was wide-eyed and wise. A headstrong child who sometimes alarmed Evelyn with her ability to face the world fearlessly. Her teachers referred to her as ‘gifted’, which made Evelyn’s eyes light up. She was just like Diane. That was the beginning of the end of Mary’s childhood. Night after night, she would be tucked into bed with a book. As the months went by, childhood favorites were replaced with educational textbooks. Mornings started with a pop quiz. Her social circle grew smaller. She eventually found herself so frustrated by her restrictive life with Evelyn that she once threatened to run away, as children often do. But Evelyn knew that Mary meant it. So when it did finally happen, the thing that shocked her the most was not the act itself, but the fact that, of all people, Mary ran to Frank for help.

At ten years old, Diane scored her first grade A in mathematics. From that moment on, Evelyn decided to live vicariously through her daughter. She had devoted her youth to solving the Navier–Stokes problem (one of the unsolved Millennium Prize Problems), but had never been successful. Frank was the only one who saw her slowly disappear. Forced into a mold that didn’t fit her. He watched Diane suffer through countless socialite soirées, nodding politely, eyes glazed. He was the last person to call her. He found her. He blamed Evelyn.

She would never believe that the cause of death was suicide. Diane was so happy, she said. So intelligent. So perfect. Of course, perfection didn’t exist. She learned this a mere month later when her marriage fell apart.

Mary was the only piece of Diane that was left.

Frank knew that if Mary stayed in Boston with his mother, history would repeat itself. So he intervened. He sent care packages all the way from Florida. They called each other weekly. Six months into what Frank referred to as her kidnapping, he received a phone call in the middle of the night. She was uncharacteristically subdued. Whispering. Her voice trembled. She was trapped. Four hours later he was bundling her into a taxi. It wasn’t going to happen again. Not on his watch.

Evelyn would never forgive him, but he didn’t care. Frank loved his mother – he always would – he just didn’t like her.

The more time Mary spent in Florida, the more she began to dislike Evelyn, too.

It was an unspoken rule that Evelyn was informed of Mary’s achievements. She didn’t much care for the other things – the friendships, the slumber parties, the times she cried herself to sleep from stress and in fear of bullies – those were Frank’s problems. The only problems she cared about were mathematical. She didn’t visit on Mary’s seventh birthday, but she did attend the parent-teacher conference that came after it. Frank was sure that if Evelyn set foot in the principal’s office she would have a heart attack on the spot. So, here he was, driving Mary to school to correct the misinformed adults who believed that his niece was capable of hurting another child.

“Slow down!” Mary caught Frank’s eye in the rear-view mirror. “Mom said never go to bed or drive angry.”

“I’m not angry.” He said, almost flatly enough to mask his frustration.

“Yes you are.”

Frank tapped his index finger on the steering wheel. He counted to ten in his head, exhaling slowly.

“Fine, I’m angry.” He admitted. “These stuck-up bastards don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“Don’t swear.” Mary chided.

“Sorry.”

A short woman with a thin, pinched face emerged from the principal’s office.

Mary was leaning against the window, chin in her palm, counting the trees that passed by, partly to keep herself occupied, partly to quell the anxiety that was swirling inside her. She was always quiet, focussed, and polite. She went out of her way to make friends with the other children. This was entirely unfair. Back in Boston, she had spent time in almost every school in the city – co-ed, prep school, all-girls, but she never stayed too long. She was either too inquisitive, too restless, or – ironically – too smart. Sometimes it felt as though she didn’t belong anywhere at all.

Weaving through the long line of cars in the school parking lot, Frank stopped awkwardly and swung himself out of the car, keeping tight hold of Mary’s hand as they made their way inside. The occasional echo of chatter and footsteps cut through the otherwise silent hallway. The closer they got to the office, the easier it was for Mary to breathe. It was going to work out. Frank would take care of it. He had a talent for charming people into submission.

“Who’s that?” Frank straightened his shirt, still stained with oil and sweat from an afternoon spent fixing up a boat for a local fisherman.

“Mrs Weston.” Mary half-whispered, shrinking in her chair a little. “We hate her.”

Frank huffed, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yes we do.”

Then, an interruption from a harsh, husky voice.

“Mary Adler?”

Frank turned to Mary, slapping the arm of the chair. “Looks like we’re up, kiddo. You okay?” He tilted his head in concern.

“I guess.” Mary shrugged, her shoulders sinking for a moment before she pushed herself forward and took hold of Frank’s hand again.

The woman’s eyes narrowed and roamed over the two of them. She pursed her lips, paused, and finally spoke.

“Principal Mitchell is unavailable this morning.” She said curtly. “Vice-Principal Madeline Weston. Come in.”

Rustling papers. The pronounced tick-tick-tock of the clock on the wall. An awkward cough. Frank shifted in his seat, a creak eliciting from beneath the adult weight it clearly wasn’t made to support. Leaning out of a slouch, elbows resting on his knees, he tented his fingers and waited for the inevitable stretching of the truth. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, locking eyes with the woman who clearly didn’t know Mary at all.

“Do your worst.” Frank muttered not quite far enough under his breath.

“I take it you’ve done this before, Mr Adler?”

“Once or twice.”

A judgemental hum. “Then I’m sure you know why you’re here today. Mr Adler, your daughter-“

“She’s my niece.”

Madeline crossed her legs and adjusted her lapels. “Your niece is disruptive. She is preventing the other students from learning.”

“How, exactly?”

“Interruptions. Selfishness. Questions in math class are answered almost exclusively by Miss Adler.”

“Yeah, probably because she’s the only one who knows the answer.” Frank scoffed.

“Do not insult the quality of education provided at this school, Mr Adler.”

“I’m insulting the students. Mary can do so much better than here. She’s so smart – too smart.” His voice deepened, even and impassioned. “If you just took the time to get to know her-“

Madeline cut him off. “We don’t get to know the children here, Mr Adler. We encourage their talents.”

Frank tried and failed to fight the push in his calves compelling him to stand up. He tapped Mary’s shoulder and made his way to the door. Whether she liked it or not, Evelyn was going to hear about this.

“This is bullshit. Mary, we’re done here.”

Launching herself out of her chair with a scowl, Mary followed Frank back into the hallway.

“So that’s the Wicked Witch of the West, huh?”

Mary exploded into laughter.

The sun beat down on the asphalt as they re-entered the parking lot, hands pressing against searing metal, the air thick and musty inside the car. Frank adjusted the rear-view mirror, turned the key and hooked his arm around the passenger seat as he pulled away.

“Buckle up, genius. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

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Pocketful of Posies || Chapter 3

You’d been hiding for years and years now; from your family, from society, from alphas and packs. Suppressants were dangerous but effective and necessary for an omega who refused to be owned—but no suppressants were strong enough to fool the nose of a super soldier, who together with his pack would stop at nothing to bind you to them forever.

pairings: dark!Avengers x reader word length: 3.4k chapters: 3/? warnings: A/B/O dynamics, power imbalances, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, loss of autonomy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat — this is a dark!fic, read at your own risk. 

Tony had presented as a delta at twelve, much to his father’s insurmountable disdain. Howard Stark had gone to great lengths to ensure himself an alpha prime for a son—he’d spent years hunting down the perfect omega, who proceeded to have almost unheard of difficulties getting pregnant. After a grueling pregnancy, said omega had the gall to have massive complications during birth that meant she’d never carry another pup. The fact that Tony couldn’t even do the simplest thing right—present as an alpha prime, like himself, like Captain America—was just heinous.  

But for all of his intelligence, Howard Stark had been a moron. Being a delta came with a slew of advantages over alphas, over alpha primes even. His heightened empathy was an extraordinary tool, his intuition was nearly on par with an omegas. Sure, he wasn’t as dominant as an alpha but he could hold his own in most situations. Alpha orders rarely worked on him, at the very least. He could induce an omega’s heat and even if he couldn’t completely sate an omega during that time as he lacked a knot, deltas were critical in giving alphas periods of rest during the week-long estrous.  

If an omega was the glue that held a pack together, deltas built the foundations. Their ability to support packmates on multiple levels was crucial—just like an omega, they were able to understand their packmates deeply and act as conduits and facilitators.  

He’d never been called a manipulator before. Especially not by a sweet-faced omega with surprisingly sharp little fangs. He supposed that most deltas were considered more… cunning than other presentations. Tony preferred the terms suave or charismatic, if he was being honest. Deltas were charming, dammit. But she’d reacted like he was some sort of con artist, a blink away from hiding the Queen up his sleeve.

Letting the suit catch her while he stood aside might’ve caused a bit of unnecessary distress—it was a good thing said suit was equipped with a silencer, or the shrieking would’ve brought down every alpha in the surrounding three towns. Steve had been giving him those disappointed eyebrows since he’d emerged from the woods, even after Thor and Peter took her inside to be bathed. Tony figured that was punishment enough, especially considering their omega seemed to hate him.  

“We should probably go through the car,” Steve sighed, running a hand over the back of his head—Tony knew the alpha prime didn’t want his own discontent to unsettle the rest of the pack, “thoroughly. Make sure you check for anything hidden, we’ll make stacks for what we can and can’t give back.”  

The blond shifted closer to Tony’s side, his other hand brushing against his back gently. Alpha primes weren’t as in tune with their pack’s emotions, that’s what omegas and deltas were for, but Steve and Thor put in more effort than any other’s Tony had ever encountered. They’d waited for him to arrive after all, instead of converging on the scared omega in a group of two alpha primes and two alphas—even Bruce’s serene beta wouldn’t have been enough to calm her. Steve realized that Tony was put off, had made the effort to notice the shift in the delta’s demeanor, and moved to offer comfort if he should want it.  

“I doubt she has much,” Bruce had his arms crossed over his chest, one hand rubbing at his chin as he stared towards the house, “I can’t decide if her body chemistry is just a 180° of what it should be because of the suppressants or if there’s something else.”  

“You called her something earlier, when we were walking through the woods,” the blond had already started pulling bags from the back of her Tahoe, setting them gently on the ground so that his delta and beta could begin looking through them, “you called her classical?”  

“Classical presenting omegas? It’s a theory that started cropping up in the late nineties,” Tony’s hand bobbed slightly in the air, “widely debated in accuracy. There have been very, very few case studies but they’re pretty promising—essentially, we’re looking at traits that were bred out of omegas a thousand years ago or more that are starting to crop up again due to environmental and cultural stressors.”  

“Or,” Bruce sent the delta a stern look, “it could be the result of genetics; omegas on both sides of the family likely went extremely scarce, to the point of nonexistence. Both parents must’ve carried the same near ancient recessive genotypes, the alleles would’ve had to match up perfectly in order to produce offspring with those traits.”  

“Like I said, it’s widely debated,” Tony rolled his eyes affectionately at the beta, riffling through the bag at his feet, “either way, our omega is displaying traits that haven’t been prominent since the 10th century.”  

“What do we need to do? What do we need to watch out for?” If alpha primes were only good for one thing, it was determining the necessary course of action for their packs’ safety and prosperity.  

“There’s no way to tell for sure exactly what we’re looking at, except for an omega who’s biology is incredibly convoluted and—” the sound Bruce made was one of disdain as he pulled a ziplock with what must’ve been at least a hundred small blue pills in it from one of her bags, “chemically altered beyond belief. How could she even get a hold of so many suppressants?”  

“She’s willful,” Steve sighed, tossing a matching baggy towards the disheveled beta, “Even Peter’s purr doesn’t affect her the way it should, it’s a good thing Thor and I coexist so well—keeping her in hand would be difficult for one prime.”  

“Jesus Christ,” Tony’s jaw dropped as he withdrew a fucking machete from one of the bags, the several hunting knives, snares, and fishing lures neatly arranged in the bag barely even shifting at the jerky movement, “can you imagine an omega using one of these?”  

“That one I can,” the blond snorted, gesturing back over his shoulder with one thumb, “if she’d managed to grab that bag we’d be a couple of packmates short.”  

“This is the one she was about to make a run with,” Bruce held up a wallet, opening it a moment later, “no debit or credit cards, driver’s license for Colorado, local library card, $200 in American money.”  

“There’s a wallet in this one too,” Steve frowned, unzipping it and peeking inside, “looks about the same, license is out of Quebec though—and another library card. No cash in this one though.”  

“I bet it’s hidden in there,” Tony stated, having already pulled out two fifty dollar bills from a small hole in the seam of the inside of his chosen bag, “oh, here’s the suppressant stash from this one.”  

The sound of tires on gravel distracted the three of them, head’s popping up to see Bucky and Carol making their way down the driveway in a dark green Jeep Wrangler. Both looked antsy and there were shopping bags piled so high in the back seat Bucky couldn’t see out of the rear view mirror. Carol was out of the car before it even came to a complete stop, coming to stand in the middle of the chaos of neatly packed bags.  

“This is all she had?” The blonde alpha questioned, frowning at the three remaining boxes and the camping equipment in the back of the Tahoe, eyes briefly passing over the contents of the bags on the ground, “good thing we went overboard with the shopping.”  

“Did you buy her any clothes?” Bruce questioned, looking at a faded, threadbare old t-shirt he’d just withdrawn from the bottom of the duffle, “everything she has is either full of holes or has been washed so much it’s practically see through.”  

“We bought everything,” Bucky answered as he dropped down from the lifted Jeep, “clothes, toiletries, collars, nesting supplies—we grabbed some of those omega diet essentials too, the vitamins and the powder stuff they’re supposed to have.”  

“She inside?” Carol interjected before the conversation could be continued, “I wanna see her.”  

“Thor and Peter took her inside to get cleaned up about 10 minutes ago, Sam’s starting on dinner,” Steve stepped to the side and motioned the two towards the house, “be gentle, she’s… she’s having a hard time.”  

“Have we figured out how long she’s been hiding for?” Bucky ignored his friend’s gesture, turning back towards the Jeep to retrieve several bags, “Wanda told us what sizes to buy but wouldn’t say anything else about her.”  

“This ID says she’s thirty-two,” Steve flicked the plastic ID, having dropped the rest of the wallet back in the bag, “Bruce, what did the one you had say?”  

“Twenty-nine,” the beta’s response was quick enough that the alpha prime knew he’d memorized the details of the ID and anything else he’d found in the bag already, “there’s no telling how long she’s been on her own though—at least a few years considering how well established she is living from her car.”  

“She has two different IDs?” Carol’s eyebrow raised, taking several of the shopping bags Bucky passed her without complaint.  

“And at least a thousand doses of suppressants,” Tony snorted, “a machete, I’m pretty sure if we keep digging we’ll find a gun—”  

“Thank you Tony,” Steve cut the delta off before he could start any nonsense, “we’ve found two wallets with two IDs so far, but she’s got three more bags like this and then those boxes. We’re just trying to sort what she needs from what she doesn’t right now.”  

“How is she?” Bucky’s question was obviously directed at his fellow delta, eyes not wavering even when he saw Steve and Bruce exchange glances.  

“She called me a manipulative monster and tried to bite me.”

“There’s no telling how long she’s been hiding, or what she went through before she started hiding—or even what she’s been through while she’s been hiding,” Bruce sent the delta a look that bordered on provoked, “and you were being antagonistic.”  

“I was not, I was just—”  

“Being yourself, huh?” Carol smirked, dodging past the men and heading up the path towards the mansion before the billionaire could respond.  

“What, you guys think we should’ve waited for the sentient iceberg?” Tony jabbed his thumb towards Bucky, “his delta charm is rustier than that heap of metal we found attached to his arm after he pulled you out of the Potomac.” 

“You don’t even know what charm is yah fuckin’ grifter.”  

Steve dropped his forehead into his hand; there was a consistent theme in large packs that resulted in deltas being at each other’s throats constantly. It would only get worse when Loki arrived, the third of the trio was an entirely different breed of antagonistic. Steve was absolutely sure that all of his packmates looked upon each other with affection, at least 99% of the time, but Tony, Loki, and Bucky fought constantly without an omega’s balancing presence.  

The clearing of a throat silenced the squabbling deltas, attention immediately going to where Bruce stood with a stack of notebooks in his hand, “one of the boxes has notebooks and library books, the other has dry foods. She’s got a sleeping bag, tent, a water filtration system—anything she could need to survive in the woods or her car for an extended period of time.”  

“No notebooks or food in the go bags?” Bucky frowned, arms crossing over his chest and he shifted his weight when they all responded negatively, “I could understand why the notebooks wouldn’t be a priority to bring with her, but no food?”  

“From her supplies it looks like she’s probably a passable hunter, food would take up too much space if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Looks like she prefers hunting knives to bread and peanut butter,” the beta shrugged, motioning to the piles he’d been organizing while Steve tried to mediate the deltas squabble, “each of her bags has a wallet with an ID, cash hidden somewhere, a change of clothing, a bag of suppressants, water filtering tablets, the hunting knife, matches, a water bottle and a thermal blanket.” 

“Pragmatic,” Bucky muttered quietly as he stepped up to the trunk of the Tahoe, glancing at the box of notebooks and library books, “Neotropical Diversification, Monoco—what the fuck, Mono-coty-ledons? Avian Genomics in Ecology and Evolution, Orientation and Navigation in Vertebrates. I don’t know what half of those words even mean, and they’re titles of books.”  

“That’s all environment biology—ecology,” Tony’s eyebrows went up, “niche stuff too, higher level.”  

“Good thing there’s a lot of us to keep her brain occupied,” Bruce’s lips split into a small grin, eyes directed at the pile of knives, “otherwise she’d be difficult to manage. Whatever happened in the meantime, it seems she might’ve attended university at some point—this level of understanding is usually somewhere in a graduate program, although it’s a pretty wide variety of specific topics that aren’t generally associated with each other.” 

“They are library books,” Tony stated with a shrug, “maybe it was all she could get her hands on at this level. We did find multiple library cards, all to different library districts. The ones she has now are all from the same district—does she have any Canadian IDs?”  

“One from Quebec and one from Ontario,” the beta pointed out two bags, one of which was sitting by Steve’s feet, “those two bags. The other IDs were Colorado, Alaska, and Michigan. We’ll have to figure out which one is real, if she has a real one. The name of the housekeeper the company assigned to us matches the Ontario ID.”  

“This is insane,” Steve sighed, shoulders heaving with the breath, “she must be running from something, hiding.”  

“Wanda will tell us, I’m sure,” Bucky’s flesh hand landed on the blond’s shoulder with a clap, fingers squeezing momentarily, “for now, how about we just focus on getting her settled in the cabin with her things.”  

“Should we let her get settled here?” Bruce frowned, a worried line creasing his forehead, “I’m worried it could be detrimental, for her to adapt here and have to move to the compound once our vacation is over. As soon as she starts to get comfortable she’s gonna be uprooted all over again.”  

“We’ll discuss it tonight at dinner,” Steve spoke before anyone else could prolong the debate, “Hopefully Natasha, Clint, and Loki will get here in time. Sam’s making lasagna, said we wouldn’t be eating until late anyway. Let’s bring everything in, minus the things she doesn’t need.”  

“Nesting supplies to the laundry room?”  

“Yeah, toiletries to Nat and Wanda’s bathroom. Put her clothes with mine or Thor’s,” the blond alpha instructed, heaving several bags into each arm before turning on his heel and heading into the house, “leave the camping supplies, we’ll lock up what she doesn’t need back in the garage for now.”  

Her scent, chemically masked and altered, was emanating through the entire cabin, he could smell it the moment he stepped over the threshold. Everything looked spotless and he smiled, ducking his head slightly to hide it; he liked that the whole house smelled like his omega—their omega, who’d spent a lot of time and effort making everything look perfect for their arrival.  

Wanda and Carol were in the living room, bathed in the light of the sun just beginning its descent. The stairs, one set leading up and one down, were straight ahead, blocking the view of the kitchen, dining room, and study. The parlor to his left featured haphazardly abandoned suitcases, the rest of the pack who couldn’t quite be bothered at the moment to properly deal with their things.  

The smell got stronger up the stairs, he could hear the low rumble of both Thor and Peter’s combined purr. Their omega was in distress—alpha’s struggled when omegas were in distress and Steve imagined both were getting their hearts twisted in their chests. His packmates dispersed to follow their assigned tasks, Bruce joining Sam in the kitchen to help with dinner. Steve dropped bags at the appropriate doors in the hall before making his way through Thor’s room and into the bathroom, where the two alphas were practically piled in the tub with their omega.  

Peter sat on the edge of the tub, pants rolled up past his knees and his legs in the water where she was leant up against them. Thor was half in the water, shirt gone as he leaned over to clean the mud and grime from her skin, manipulating her limp limbs gently.  

“I take it she didn’t want a bath,” Steve murmured, eyes flashing around the half destroyed bathroom.  

“She can fight my purr more than we expected,” Peter looked almost bashful, the hand that wasn’t stroking her cheek running over the back of his head.  

“Omegas on Asgard are very similar to her,” Thor commented quietly, still focused on his task, “its why I found them so meek when I first arrived—Omegas are willful and determined. She just needs to be trained, her behavior can be corrected.”  

“I know there are omega protests sometimes, but I’ve never seen one completely reject packs,” the brunet alpha was frowning, “they have biological requirements for interaction with others—her body can’t generate certain chemicals without the necessary pheromones that the different presentations provide. It could stunt her immune system, damage hormone glands like the thyroid and—”  

“We’ll get all of that figured out Peter, we can fix anything that’s wrong with her,” Steve told himself it wasn’t a false promise, “it’ll just take time and a lot of effort. Let’s get her dressed and up to the attic. Bucky took all of the extra bedding for nesting to wash but we can make do with what we’ve got temporarily, the scents might help.”  

“Would you grab one of my shirts?” Thor asked, looking back at the other prime imploringly; it wasn’t just a simple request—Thor was asking that their shared omega be scented by his clothing first.  

Steve hadn’t been born an alpha prime. Sometimes, he felt like a delta that had been gutted and pumped with morphine—his empathy had been stolen, replaced with strength and adrenaline and aggression. He missed the part of himself that allowed him the deeper connection with others, the amount of effort he had to expend to determine the emotions of his pack made him feel like an alien (especially if they weren’t telegraphed by scent), but sometimes it was okay. Sometimes, it meant he had a wider understanding than other alpha primes because while he didn’t retain the heightened sense, he knew where to start to unravel their puzzles.  

With Thor it was easiest. All he really had to do was follow his own stream of consciousness—wanting the omega clean and warm and fed and scented. He wanted her to smell like him, wanted her wrapped in his clothes, his blankets, he wanted it beneath her skin and seeping from her pores. And so did Thor. The Aesir was asking Steve to take a loss, to not fight him for the right to scent her first.  

It was a good thing he hadn’t been an alpha prime, or the request would’ve absolutely ended in some sort of dominance display. Aggression had immediately surged though his chest at the question, the challenge, the demand, he needed to prove he deserved it more—Steve shook his head firmly, cleared his throat, and rolled his shoulders back before making eye contact with the other prime.  

“Sure thing, any in particular?”  

There was relief on Thor’s face, along with understanding; he was fully aware of the sacrifice Steve was making and the effort it took to make it, “I know you’ll chose the right thing.”  

They didn’t realize their omega was practically having an out of body experience­—that she felt like she was hovering over her own body, watching in horror as the two alpha primes who’s mingled scents she was sure marked each and every one of their packmates, communicated like real people. The suppressants hadn’t completely brutalized her scent receptors or hindbrain; she’d known there was something too much about the blond alphas, something that whispered to her omega senses. They were alpha primes and that was a nightmare.

Because alpha primes weren’t supposed to co-habitate. They didn’t share. They were aggressive, territorial, verging on violent. The idea that the two had somehow weaseled their way through that instinctive disposition upon meeting, had managed to form a pack—it didn’t bear thinking about. All she needed to think about was getting out quickly, before something irreversible happened and she was trapped forever.