#hes got a makeup crew to help him between shots and to hide away anything that makes him looks stressed and is more likely to have a calm

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Ego redesigns, Jim twins edition!

Thanks @ambrosiadreamer for the help!

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Why? (t.h.)

Summary: you and tom broke up at the young age of 21, after the success of Captain America: Civil War. now 3 years later, you run into him again with your three year old son

AN: more angst than fluff that’s for sure and here’s a twist: Evans!Reader (i’m also really bad a writing how toddlers sound so use your imagination)

When you imagined having a baby, you thought of the basic evolution of adulthood. Meet, marriage, then kids. Not meet, date for a year and a half, then baby. A baby who you were currently raising on your own. 

The breakup between you and Tom was the opposite of mutual. You didn’t want it. You wanted to be with him even before you got pregnant. But he wanted other things. 

He wanted other people. And that’s the part that broke your heart. 

“I don’t understand. You have never mentioned this before.” You said to him. “Y/N, it’s not you, okay? It’s just, we’re young. We’re 21 years old, our careers are just taking off. Don’t you want to be free?” Tom explained. 

“Free? You think I’m tying you down?” You questioned. “That’s not what I said.” Tom rebutted. “That’s exactly what you said! You think being in a relationship with me is tying you down. Well, fine Tom. If this is what you want, this is what you’ll get.” You snapped. 

You began to pack up everything you could fit in your small, weekender bag. “I’m going home and I never want to speak to you again.” You sneered. “No, Y/N, don’t do this. We can still be friends.” He told you. “No we can’t. Because I can’t be the friend who’s hopelessly in love with a guy who doesn’t love her back.” You said. 

“I do love you-” He started before you cut him off. “Don’t lie to make yourself feel better.” You sneered. You walked to the door of the hotel you were staying in and slammed it shut. 

You were a mess after the breakup. Physically ill is how you described it to people. You never left your room most days and when you did, you glued yourself to the couch. You lived off of Ben and Jerry’s and The Notebook.

Your friends tried to get you out of your apartment. But you didn’t feel like going out and facing the paparazzi. Especially when every time you stood up, you felt sick to your stomach. 

Even your older brother stayed with you most days. He didn’t want you to be alone. 

That’s when your friend suggested something. “When did you get your period?” She asked you. When she asked, you couldn’t remember when. You chalked it being late up to the stress you were feeling because of Tom and being cast in a new TV show. 

But, your friend bought you the test anyways. And it was positive. Your world was crumbling around you and now you had to fend for a baby. Tom told you he wasn’t going to leave you so you didn’t use a condom. And you couldn’t be on birth control because of underlying health issues you had. 

You were pregnant and you were going to have to raise a child by yourself. But your family was there through it all. Chris came to every doctor’s appointment with you, already earning the title of ‘world’s best uncle.’ 

You were about four months along when Kevin Feige called you about shooting an end credit scene for Spider-Man: Homecoming. How were you going to hide a baby bump from the cast and crew? But the only person you needed to keep it from was Tom. He didn’t want you so why should he be apart of the baby’s life? You would ask yourself that simply out of anger. There was no logical reasoning behind it. 

You shot the scene while pregnant and quickly left Atlanta before anyone began asking any questions. The main one being: who’s the dad? 

The night you gave birth, your entire family was at your side. Throughout the entire 20 hour labor before you welcomed a baby boy into the world. Theodore Evans-Holland was the newest member of the family. But Holland was only on the birth certificate. 

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Three years had passed since you gave birth to Theo and when they said being a working mother was hard, they weren’t lying. Word spread that you got pregnant but the identity of the father unknown by the public. Including Tom. When asked about Theo in interviews you say it was a one night stand with a friend and that you weren’t together romantically. No one questioned a thing. 

On the set of Infinity War and Endgame, your mom brought Theo to visit often. He got to see his mom and his uncle Chris be superheroes.

“And cut! Let’s take a quick break! Y/N needs to go be a mom.” Anthony Russo joked. You smiled brightly at the three year old who was sitting on your makeup artist’s lap. 

You picked him and placed sloppy kisses all over his face, making the little boy laugh. “Are you having fun?” You asked him. “Yes!” He replied loudly. “Uncle Chwis!” Theo yelled, pointing to his uncle across the set. You couldn’t say no to him so you brought him to his uncle who was talking to Chris and Robert. 

Tom watched as you brought your child over to the three men. He didn’t know you moved on so quick. But he didn’t have a right to be mad. He broke up with you, not the other way around. Though a part of him couldn’t help but wish it was his son. 

You and Theo had decided to have a fun day since it was relatively nice in LA. You took him to the zoo and the aquarium before stopping at the Starbucks close to your house as a nice treat. 

Theo was a big fan of their frappucinos. 

You were holding him as he was beginning to get a little bit fussy after such a long day. 

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw Tom in the line behind you waiting for his name to be called. “Oh, uh, hi Tom.” You greeted him. “How are you?” He asked. “I’m fine. Just waiting on our order.” You answered. 

“Mommy, that’s spider-man.” Theo whispered to you. “Yes, baby, that is spider-man.” You spoke to him. “Hey little man.” Tom greeted the young boy. “You two have the cutest son. He looks just like his dad.” An older lady commented on the two of you. 

“No, he’s uh, not mine.” Tom quickly corrected her. The lady looked from you back to Tom before giving a pretty fake smile. “We, uh, we have to go. Theo needs a nap.” You said quickly, grabbing your drinks and making your way towards the exit. 

“Y/N, wait!” Tom called. You stopped a turned around to look at him. You and Tom looked at one another for a few moments before he looked at Theo. You could see he was doing the math in his head and analyzing Theo’s facial features. 

It was true though. He did look just like his dad. Same hair, same eyes, he had your nose though. 

“See you around, Tom.” You said breaking the silence before walking back towards your car. 

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Later that evening, you were sitting on the couch with Theo watching Captain America. It was his favorite movie at the moment because he got to watch uncle Chris be a superhero. 

You were alerted by the sound of the doorbell and wondered who would be at your door at such an odd hour. “Stay here, buddy.” You told your son as you got up to answer the door. 

And when you did, you were very tempted to close it right in his face. Because Tom was standing on your doorstep looking completely distraught. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked. “He’s mine, isn’t he? Theo’s my son.” He said. You were quiet for a moment before you stepped out on to the porch so Theo wouldn’t hear. 

“Yes. Theo is your’s.” You answered quietly. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Tom asked, the anger in his voice very evident. “Because, Tom, you didn’t want me anymore! A kid wasn’t going to change that! It would tie you down even more than I did.” You replied. “I had a right to know. I’m his father.” He said. 

You ran a hand through her hair as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to make the tears go away. 

“You didn’t want me, Tom. You didn’t want to be with me and a kid wasn’t going to magically fix that. Who’s to say you were going to want to be apart of his life if I told you? Like you said that night, we were 21, our careers taking off. I gave you the freedom you asked for.” You spoke. 

“I messed up, okay? I knew that the second I woke up the next morning and you weren’t there next to me. It was stupid of me to even think that. We could’ve been regular 21 year-olds together.” Tom said. “But at the time, you meant it.” You said. 

The silence that fell upon the two of you was awkward and uncomfortable. The only sound coming from the TV inside seeping through the cracked front door. 

“I need to know him. I know I hurt you and it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. But I need to know my son, Y/N.” Tom begged. 

You looked at the man in front of you and didn’t see who you were in a relationship with three years ago. Maybe because he’s had to grow up faster than the usual person. Or maybe because you had to grow up faster and raise a child. 

“You can meet him. But we need to take this very slow. Theo is my entire world and I will not have him end up heartbroken like I was.” You finally spoke. 

Tom’s eyes lit up at your words and he rapidly nodded his head. You slowly let him into the house, Theo entirely unaware that anything was happening. 

“Hey, bud. There’s someone I want you to meet.” You said to the small boy. You sat down next to him, him taking the liberty of crawling onto your lap. 

He stared at Tom warily, wondering why a stranger was in his house. He knew. that he was spider-man but to him spider-man was a stranger. 

“Theo, you know how I told you that daddy was an astronaut exploring space?” You questioned. Theo nodded his head looking up at you. “Well, he’s back from space now. Theo, I want you to meet your dad.” You told him. 

The brunette boy looked from you up to Tom. “My daddy’s spider-man?” Theo questioned. “Yes, your daddy is spider-man.” You confirmed. “That’s why he was in outer space! Helping Iron Man!” Theo shouted. “That’s right bud. I was gone for a while, but I’m here now.” Tom finally spoke. 

Theo left your lap and launched himself at Tom. You didn’t know you would feel so emotional when Theo finally met Tom as his father. You just thought it wouldn’t be until he was older so you weren’t prepared for it. 

“Are you staying, daddy?” Theo asked the man. Tom felt like all of the oxygen was knocked out of his body when Theo called him that. 

He looked over at you and you reluctantly nodded your head. “Yeah, buddy. I’m staying.” He answered. Theo jumped up and down on the couch before you scolded him. 

“Hey, hey, we don’t jump on couches anymore, remember? Besides, it’s past your bedtime.” You told him. “I wanna show daddy my room.” Theo. “He can put you to bed. Now go get your PJs.” You said. 

Theo got off the couch and ran down the hallway towards his room. “He’s going to want to show you all of his Marvel stuff but only for five minutes. After that, tuck him in with his Black Panther stuffie. Then you have to read him a story or he’ll never fall asleep.” You explained to Tom as you stood up. 

“You did a really good job with him.” Tom commented. “I know.” You smiled fondly. “I don’t have to stay if you don’t want me too.” He said. “You’ll sleep in the spare room. He wants you in his life so you have to be here. And tomorrow, we’ll go get Tessa.” You told him. 

Tom smiled at you as you retreated to the kitchen to pick up a bit before bed. Tom walked down the hallway towards Theo’s room and found him all tucked in bed with various pieces fo Marvel collectibles. 

“Daddy, daddy! Come look at the things mommy and Uncle Chwis got for me!” He said to Tom. Tom happily obliged and sat on the edge of the bed as Theo began to explain what everything was. 

You leaned against the doorframe and observed the two together for a short while. You had a lot of healing to do with Tom but you couldn’t deny the fact that Theo needed his dad, despite Tom’s past mistakes. 

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Almost ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.2

GENRE: Angst, fluffy, established-relationship, jealous, happy ending

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hope this is okay, I took a different approach with it, rather than a huge fight I did a calmer one? Hope you like it!

The sun felt as though it was burning your skin even through the layers of clothes you were wearing and the vast amount of suncream you had on didn't feel as though it was doing its job. You knew that Australia was going to be hot but you had no idea it was going to be this hot,

"You okay?" Jungkook chuckled as he stepped back to walk with you, you hummed at him taking the bottle of water he was holding out for you. 

"You sure?" He knew that you didn't handle the heat well but he didn't want to leave you behind while he and the boys travelled to Australia for Bon Voyage 5. This season was one of their more relaxed ones, just like season four when they were in their own place the boys had been offered their own small b&b to film the fifth season in. Whilst in Australia they could do whatever they wanted to do, including travelling around, touring the famous places and doing whatever it was that the boys wanted to do.

"Yeah, just out of breath." You giggled as you all came to a stop at the museum the boys had been travelling to. It was Namjoons day to pick what they were going to do and he had picked The Nation Gallery Of Victoria to go to which was why you'd walked most of the way. It was only a 30-minute walk from where the boys, crew and you were all staying so it wasn't a big walk. The heat however was making it a little harder on you.

"Once we're inside and they have enough shots we can walk around together sound good?" He questioned you as you all waited for the crew to go and get your tickets and make sure that the museum was clear for the boys to head inside.

"Sounds perfect to-" 

"Jungkook! Make-up!" His personal make-up artist called out to him making him look away from you and over at her. That was how it always seemed to be, whenever she saw you and Jungkook getting close to one another she would give some excuse for him to leave you alone or go to her. At first, you figured it was because of the show, he needed his makeup on for the cameras but even when the cameras weren't rolling and you and Jungkook were finally having some alone time she would come up with something to get him away from you. 

"I'll be back soon," He quickly kissed your forehead before going over to her. Lee Bomi was one of the most beautiful makeup artists that BigHit had to offer, she was also the most talented one too. She'd worked with a lot of the BigHit artists before being settled with BTS and becoming Jungkook's number one. Sitting down on a wall you watched the two of them interacting with one another. Deep down you knew that there was nothing going on between them since Jungkook and you were engaged but you still always had that sinking feeling inside of you. The jealously always bubbled up inside you whenever you got to see how close they were with one another. They'd known one another for so long there was no surprise that they were as close as they were with each other but it didn't stop you from getting jealous. Watching them laughing amongst one another with their inside jokes, watching how she could always get close to him physically without being pulled away. Even though you and Jungkook were engaged you were never allowed to have PDA unless you were alone, alone. BigHit had made it a rule when they realised how serious Jungkook was about you, you figured it was just to keep fans at peace.

"Cat got your tongue?" Hoseok asked as he sat down next to you on the wall and followed your gaze, smiling when he saw what you were looking at. 

"You know they're just friends." He reassured you as he held out some dried fruit for you to munch on,

"I know but I still can't help it...She gets to be around him all of the time..." Hoseok sighed softly as he nudged you playfully, it wasn't as though your relationship wasn't known amongst fans. BigHit had announced it months ago but you still weren't allowed to be overly physical with him. 

"She's a makeup artist, she has to be around all of the time," Hoseok told you as he got up and held out his arm for you to take. Everyone was starting to head inside for the tour of the museum and Hoseok didn't want you to wait outside and overthink every little detail about Jungkook's friendship with Bomi.

"I have these tickets for a small getaway, do you think he would want to go?" You questioned as you and Hoseok stood in front of a display case not paying attention to anything that was inside of it, Hoseok turned to you with a smile and nodded. 

"He loves spending time with you and a getaway after being cramped up with the crew and the boys will probably do him some good." He chuckled at the thought of it and you smiled, feeling reassured that you and Jungkook would finally get some time alone together.

Later in the night, you were staying up late with Jungkook, sitting on the sofa with your head on his shoulder while some boring movie played on the TV. Neither of you was paying attention to it, you were too busy talking to one another and then kissing to bother looking at the screen. 

"I think," You started as you laid down with your head on his thighs, moving so that your legs hung over the arm of the sofa and looked up at Jungkook. 

"You think what?" He questioned, moving some of your hair from your face and smiling happily at you. 

"That when we head back home, we should go on our own mini-holiday? I've seen this amazing b&b just outside of Seoul, I've got some tickets that I got from a while ago..." You'd been wanting to ask him to go with you for a while but you never knew when to ask. Now seemed like the right time since he'd been working so hard lately. The break would be perfect, just the two of you on a mini getaway,

"It'll be romantic, we can just hide out together. Doing whatever we want," He told you as he bent down to kiss your lips softly, 

"I can't wait, babe. I'll talk to Sejin about it tomorrow morning," He promised you as he looked into your eyes, cupping your face in his hands. 

"Talk to Sejin about what?!" Bomi's voice called out as she forced herself down onto the sofa behind Jungkook making you move out of his lap so you could all sit on the sofa together.

"Y/n and I are going to take a romantic break together, just the two of us when we get back to Korea," You smiled brightly as Jungkook told her the plans and then held onto you tightly, you snuggled your head down into his shoulder. 

"Oh...What about our plans though? I thought we were going to binge-watch Demon slayer and then start working out," Bomi sounded disappointed as she said this to Jungkook, you turned to look at her and she had the puppy dog eyes out trying to convince Jungkook not to go with you. 

"We can do that when I get back, I just miss spending time with Y/n-"

"You're always spending time with Y/n! What about me?!" You frowned as she raised her voice at him and then spoke about you as if you weren't in the room, you stared at her as she got up from the sofa. Acting as though she was some child whose parents had just told her off for something she shouldn't have been doing. 

"She's my girlfriend if I want to spend time with her, I can?" Jungkook was confused as to where all of this was coming from with Bomi, 

"You can go and spend time with Kai?" He suggested as he thought back on Bomi's boyfriend back home but she began shaking her head and crying hysterically, 

"He broke up with me! That's why I was looking forward to hanging out with you so much." As soon as the tears began to roll down her face Jungkook turn to give you a sympathetic look and you knew you'd lost the romantic trip to her. 

"Fine, Y/n and I can always rearrange the dates?" He asked as he stared at you but you shook your head at him not wanting to talk about it now or ever in front of her. 

"Whatever." You mumbled before storming out of the living room, ignoring his calls for you to go back to him as you walked towards your room in the crew section of the B&B, locking the door behind you.

Jungkook knocked on the door over and over again throughout the night trying to get you to come out and talk to him but you weren't going to. You kept the door shut and pretended to be asleep so that he would just go away, all you wanted to do was spend some time alone with him and yet you never seemed to get that. Bomi would always come into it and ruin it somehow. 

The next morning Jungkook waited outside your room for you to come out but you hadn't, he'd been sitting there since he woke up and you were nowhere to be seen. 

"Y/n left, she said she was going to go to the beach alone today," Yoongi told Jungkook when he walked down the hall to see him knocking on the door over and over again. 

"When?!" Jungkook was up on his feet in a flash and Hoseok came down the hall to see why the youngest member was yelling so early in the morning. It wasn't even 9 am yet so no one had expected him to be out of bed. Bomi followed Hoseok and they all stared at Jungkook, 

"She was leaving at 6? I got up to make coffee and she was going out of the door. Said she needed to think things over," Yoongi explained but this only earnt a scoff from Bomi as she folded her arms over her chest and pouted out her bottom lip. 

"It's a desperate cry for attention for Guky. He said no to going on a romantic get away with her," Hoseok frowned looking at Bomi and then to Jungkook who was already pulling out his phone to call you and find out when you would be coming back.

"He said no? I thought he would have loved it, I told her to go ahead and ask him." Hoseok sounded upset for you at the thought of Jungkook saying no but then he looked at Bomi who was staring at Jungkook. 

"Guky, can we go and play video games?" She whined pulling on his arms as he looked at his phone, ignoring her while he tried to call your phone. 

"Guky. You promised you'd make me feel better after Kai," That was when it started to sink into Hoseok that maybe Jungkook hadn't said no to you but that Bomi had convinced him otherwise.

When you came back that night Jungkook was curled up on the sofa with Bomi's head in his lap, he was asleep with his head on the back of the sofa. 

"Hey, where have you been?" Hoseok questioned when he looked up from his phone, he'd been calling you all day to find out when you were coming home and what had happened with Bomi but you ignored everyone. Turning off your phone and just exploring the city on your own for a while, 

"Went out. That's a new development..." You whispered as you looked at your fiancé being used as a pillow, jealously beginning to bubble again but this time Hoseok didn't stop you from feeling jealous. In his eyes, you had every right to feel upset with how the two of them acted around one another. Bomi treated Jungkook as though he was her boyfriend and not your fiancé. All-day he'd had to watch Bomi cling onto Jungkook and try to steer him away from calling you but it was as if Jungkook was blind to it and Hoseok was torn between telling you or letting it go on. 

"Babe! I've missed you so much!" Jungkook mumbled as he woke up and saw you standing there staring at him but you made no attempt to go close to him. 

"Looks like it." You mumbled sarcastically, turning to Hoseok with a smile and going towards your room. 

"Babe! Wait!" Jungkook whisper-yelled as he slowly moved Bomi off him and chased after you. You thought you were safe in your room but he walked straight inside and stared at you, 

"You've been ignoring my calls all day, I was worried about you." He said as he tried to wrap his arms around you but you stepped away from him and shook your head. 

"You didn't look worried, it looked to me as though you'd been cuddling up with Bomi all day." You snapped as you began packing up your suitcase. Throughout the whole day of being on your own, you'd thought about how better it would be if you just headed home for the rest of the stay. 

"No, I haven't, I've been non-stop calling you. You would know if you bothered to check your phone," Scoffing at his statement you continued to pack while Jungkook un-packed everything you were putting inside. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned as he continued to watch you try and pack, 

"Leaving. You're clearly having more fun with Bomi here, I'll go home." You said dryly as your head continued to throw the image of them on the sofa together but he shook his head. 

"Bomi just needed comforting, Kai and her-"

"Kai and her broke up four months ago. I asked him while I was making coffee this morning," You interrupted him as you waited for the next excuse to come from him but he said nothing. Just standing there staring at you in silence, 

"Can't you see why she's doing it? She has a huge crush on you, it doesn't take a genius to see it." You told him as you finally got everything into your suitcase and zipped it up, turning to leave when you saw Bomi standing there. Tears streaming down her cheeks,

"I-I had a nightmare and you weren't there," You rolled your eyes and laughed as you turned to see Jungkook falling for it all over again, 

"See. Just like that, you're putty in her fucking hands." You dragged your suitcase off the bed and began to leave the room when Jungkook took hold of your hand. 

"She doesn't have a crush on me, she's just upset and lonely," He tried to defend her but you weren't going to stand for it anymore, you'd reached your breaking point. 

"I'm lonely too but I don't go around clingy to other people's fiancé's." This time you stared at Bomi as you said it to Jungkook, waiting for her to finally crack and tell Jungkookt he truth as to why she was always clingy onto him but she just smirked at you. 

"That's insane, you're not lonely," He told you as he let go of your wrist but you just walked away from him, ignoring his yells after you as you put your suitcase into the trunk of the rental car you'd gotten. 

"You can keep the tickets for the romantic getaway, you and Bomi might need them." You mumbled as you opened the driver's door but Jungkook slammed it shut, 

"Enough! What is your problem?!" He called out as he stared at you waiting for some kind of explanation as to what you doing. 

"I already told you. She's trying to come between us because of her crush on you and you're too blind to see it." You tried to open the door but Jungkook leant his back against it so you didn't have a chance to. 

"Bomi is a friend-"

"Does she know that?" You questioned turning around to see her watching you from the front door of the b&b, arms folded across her chest as she waited for all of this to be over. 

"You're being ridiculous," Jungkook grumbled as he looked at you but this time you didn't have a chance to say anything. Hoseok stepped in, 

"Jungkook all day Bomi has done nothing but stop you from calling Y/n, clinging onto you as though you were the couple." Your head snapped around to Bomi who was now smirking even more while tears rolled down your face, 

"No she hasn't, s-she's been upset over Kai and I wanted to comfort her like a good friend." You stared up at Jungkook as he spoke and it hit you that he really didn't see what Bomi was doing, that he was just an innocent party in all of this.

"You don't see it, do you? You don't see the way she clings onto you and pulls you away from me?" Your hand on the car door dropped as you realised he really hadn't seen what she was doing to the two of you.

"See what?" Jungkook sighed as he looked at you, 

"She's manipulative, she'll push a wedge between you both until she can slot herself in until she can finally get Y/n out," You turned around when you heard a new voice come into the conversation and Kai was standing there watching everything. Bomi moved out of the way and headed into the b&b while Hoseok looked at you and smiled weakly before leaving. After seeing Bomi and Jungkook all day he went to speak to Kai about everything to see if he could speak to Jungkook for you. 

"You cheated on her, you'll do anything to make her seem-"

"She cheated on me. Starting sleeping with one of the other crew members...Also engaged. That's what she does, she loves chasing after things she knows she's not supposed to...Jungkook don't throw away what you and Y/n have." Jungkook looked back down at you as he heard Kai speaking and it hit him. Everything she had been doing since before the trip to Australia. Everything hitting him as if he'd been driving and hit into a wall.

Jungkook convinced you to stay that night and he laid in bed with you, holding you close to him as you both spoke over everything to do with it. He was going to remove Bomi as he makeup artist and put forward that he was switched to someone else. It wasn't just to make you feel better but also himself, he felt awful for not seeing what she was doing until it was almost too late. 

"I can't believe I almost lost you," He whispered as he noticed you were nodding off to sleep

"I-I don't want to lose you," He whispered again as he began to draw small patterns into your skin, you hummed against his chest as he spoke to you about it. 

"I love you too much to let you go," He said to you again as you hummed tiredly in agreement with him. Yawning as you tried to speak to him, 

"I love you too...N-Not going anywhere." You whispered tiredly before drifting off to sleep in his arms, Jungkook holding onto you tightly throughout the entire night.

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22. From the 101 ways to say I love you ♡

Thank you so much for the ask @elveny ! I was very excited to take on this prompt for Ryn and Garrus lol.

(This is cross posted on AO3 (CaptainDeryn) )

Prompt 22: "Let me fix your hair."

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Ryn didn’t make a habit of looking fancy.

She already put in enough effort every day putting on her armor and dealing with the stress of one mission after another. In the off chance she got a day to relax, she wasn’t going to waste precious time and energy on looks.

If she could get away with sweatpants and a crop top, her hair thrown up into a messy bun, then she damn well would. It didn’t matter where she was going: if they could handle Commander Shepard in her armor, then they could handle her in these civvies.

Maybe, if others were lucky, she would put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Maybe a sweater if she was feeling crazy.

The rare exception she made was for Garrus. For him, and for their planned date with two full days of shore leave, she dug through her meager clothes she had with her on the Normandy to pull out something exceptional.

Garrus, she decided, as she wrestled herself into something far beyond what she usually considered acceptable for off-duty, was the luckiest of all aboard the Normandy.

Together they’d decided their date night was going to treat the other right. In reality, they’d both suggested the same upscale restaurant when they’d been brainstorming ideas. Supposedly it had the best view on the Citadel, and if Shepard gave away all the cards in her hand: she wanted the chance to see Garrus clean up nice without the stress of a formal gathering.

Of course, after some bickering back and forth about who was treating who right, they’d settled on splitting the check fifty-fifty. And most likely getting one of the food vendors on the lower levels, the real best food on the Citadel, as the night wore on.

Ryn made a face at herself in the mirror as she finished her eyeliner. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had the chance to willingly put on a full face of makeup and her eyeliner showed it. If she wiped off her attempt one more time no amount of concealer would hide the red blotchiness that would stain her pale skin.

Good enough, she decided, doing one final inspection in the mirror.

A full face of makeup was probably a strong word. She was too rusty to do anything too exuberant and she hated hiding her freckles too much to cake on enough foundation to hide the realities of being an N7 and fighting a war on her skin.

She’d managed a smokey black and gold look to make the grey of her eyes pop and piercing and put on a dark red lip without too many makeup wipe casualties to fix mistakes, that was a win in her book.

There were, of course, a few bruises from their last mission to hide on her face from where she’d so elegantly cracked her helmet into a rock in a graceless throw from a biotic. They weren’t perfectly covered, but she hoped they would be good enough in the harsh lighting of the Citadel to avoid any questions.

The real struggle was figuring out what to do with her hair. Her go to hairstyles were down and messy, a messy bun, or a messy ponytail. The most refined thing she’d done with her hair over the last year since Saren was put it in a bun that fit Alliance marine regulations.

She’d spent far too long after her shower laying on her bed in a towel scrolling the extranet for inspiration. She’d finally settled on something she figured was within her rusty skill set.

As she’s taken a curling wand and elastic bands to her hair, she’d missed the days when she was in her twenties and going out every few nights, where her makeup and hairstyling skills had become second nature.

Now, at thirty-two with more combat tours than nights out under her belt recently, she was thrilled with the simple curled half up-half down look she pulled off.

She didn’t look too shabby, and she gave herself a confidence boosting smile and thumbs up.

All she had to do tonight was be a civilian.

She pulled her black heels on and called Garrus up to her quarters. It was better than roaming around the ship looking for him and dealing with the rabblerousing of her crew. While she’d gone through the attempted effort of painting her nails, another luxury she hadn’t had in a long time, she didn’t want to show them off by flipping off her crew.

It didn’t take long for Garrus to knock on her door, and she let him in, stepping back to admire him.

Blatantly so, not trying to hide the way her eyes roamed.

He did in fact, clean up quite nice.

Quite nice indeed.

She hummed in approval, eyes drifting over the well fitted trousers and dark navy shirt that hugged his body. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt unbuttoned at his collar.

Garrus gave her a charming smile as he walked up to her, eyes also roving across her body in turn.

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t dressed to get a reaction. Where was the fun in wearing the same old business-formal black and red dress she wore for formal functions? The whole point of tonight was to be civilians.

And this dress certainly was not in regs.

While the dress was floor length, both sides were slit up to her hipbone, revealing a scandalous amount of her skin. The dress had sleeves yes, but the neckline dipped down to below her breasts.

And Ryn had spent far too long finagling the dress so that she wouldn’t accidentally reveal them to the public. The potential headlines had tormented her for the entire time she’d been getting ready. Not that Garrus needed to know that.

Garrus leaned down to kiss her, innocent enough, but his hands ran up her hips, catching at the slit fabric and pulling it up. He made a noise somewhere between excitement and surprise and pulled back enough to look at her again.

“Is this a human’s way of seducing?” he asked in amusement.

“Perhaps,” Ryn shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest to accentuate the lack of fabric there. Turians, of course, would not have the same reaction as humans to her show, but that didn’t matter. Too much confidence was coursing through her veins to really care. She was reveling too much in her own self-image to particularly care about his reaction. “Is it working?”

“Oh, there are multiple things about you right now that are working.” There was still a slight rumbling chuckle in Garrus’ words, and she shot him a look, “You want something.”

She contemplated and then gave him a wicked smile, “I want you to kiss me.”

Garrus’ hands curled more tightly around her hips. A small thrill went through her as he ducked his head, pausing just before their mouths met, “Do you?” his breath whispered across her skin and goosebumps prickled on her arms.

Breath catching, she licked her lower lip, “I really do.”

She reaped the energy that she sowed as her back connected with the cold glass of the wall length fish tank and Garrus’ mouth met hers in a fiery kiss. His hands pressed her back against the tank and a gleeful laugh broke from her between breaths at the thrill that went through her.

She draped her arms across his shoulders, her hands resting against the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

They could miss dinner; she really didn’t mind if they missed dinner.

A date night in was as much of a date night.

Garrus gave her one last long kiss and went to move back. Ryn caught him, her arms tightening around his shoulders, and yanked him right back for another kiss.

He laughed, the sound bright and merry in her ears before he wrestled himself away. When her grabby hands went for him again, he grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head.

From the sly grin he gave her, it was entirely intentional. Ryn squirmed against his grip.

“You are causing trouble.” His attempted sternness failed to meet its mark.

Ryn looked him up and down once, “Yeah.” she agreed. Then offered him a sweet smile, “You should join me in causing it.”

Garrus’ head dipped with a sigh that was more a breathy laugh and released her. He took a step towards the door and motioned for her to follow, giving a low chuckle as she stuck her lower lip out in a pout,

“We already have a reservation. At least let me treat you to food and drinks before I…treat you to other things.”

He made a face as he stumbled, as if he cringed at the words that slipped from his mouth. Ryn gave a bright, full bodied laugh and hooked her arm into his.

“We will treat each other.” she corrected, kissing his cheek. Without her heels she was nearly as tall as Garrus. Wearing them, she was just a smidge above eye-to-eye with him.

She led him out the door, tossing a coy glance over her shoulder, “Besides, I want to flaunt a little bit. Put aside being Commander Shepard for a while.”

Garrus tugged her to a stop just before she slipped through the doorway, pulling her back to face him. With a gentle touch he brushed away strands of red hair that had fallen across her forehead and reached up to tighten the ponytail that kept half her hair up.

“Stop squirming,” he chastised, “and let me fix your hair.”

“I’m excited.” Ryn complained, beaming up at him, “I can’t help it.”

Garrus shook his head at her with a laugh and slipped his hand into hers, finally leading her out the door and to the Normandy’s elevator. As the elevator shuttled them to the command deck, Garrus’ eyes didn’t leave her.

“You look stunning, Ryn.” he said, and she couldn’t help the blood that rushed to her cheeks.

*

The view from the topmost level of the restaurant might well be the best view on the Citadel, Ryn decided during dinner.

Their table was a simple, dark wood two-person table. Above them patio lights glimmered with warm light. It was beautiful, but the real awe began when she looked up.

From between the arms of the Citadel, space swirled above them. Stars blinked in massive swaths, dark black of far space and near space blending together like paint on an artist’s palette. It was mesmerizing and the same call to be among the stars that had drawn her to the Alliance tugged in her chest.

As beautiful as the view was, it couldn’t hold her attention for long. Garrus kept too much of it in the way the light caught in the planes of his face and the way his hand stayed on her thigh. In the way their conversation was easier than breathing and her laughter fell from her like renewing spring rain.

They dined on fancy food and fine drinks until the call of the night swept them up and brought them to the lower levels of the Citadel. Where they walked arm in arm, orders from one of the food trucks in their hands until they found a bench to sit on.

Where Ryn took off her heels and let out a sigh of relief as her aching feet thanked her. Garrus swept up her legs and set them across his lap, laughing along with her when she almost slipped off the bench.

Until the wild urges of the night took over and they were swept to their feet by the strings of music slipping from the restaurants and clubs all around them and danced in the courtyard. Not the sort of elegant dancing or the feral dancing of a club, but simply moving together and moving to the music.

Until their laughter created their own music and Garrus’ hands were cupping her face and hers were looped around his shoulders. Until he leaned in to kiss her and she leaned into it. Until his hands slid into their hair he had so carefully fixed and tousled it with his touch.

Until their unabashed joy underneath the whorls of stars became the best view on the Citadel.

[autodiscothings]

Hello! I am quite new to your page and I love how you draw Kolyat. ♥️ Also, would you care to share some details about your characters?

I’d love to, thanks for asking! Funnily enough, I did a personality quiz for them recently, so I can just copy/paste the results here. Most of my content for Mass Effect is centred around Kolyat Krios and Oriana Lawson: 

I write them here: [AO3] I draw them here: [ART TAG]

Everything I do with them is post-war, and them as adults in their 20s navigating the shit heap that is a broken, post-destroy galaxy, and how they cope with their own traumas. They both want to help rebuild, but do it different ways.

KOLYAT KRIOS

Kolyat Krios has a lot to live up to and change, but prefers to do it on his terms.

Kolyat is a methodical man, and gentle and patient with the people who need it most. He possesses an unexpected depth of emotional intelligence, and becomes a protector of the small and the strays, from a galaxy that often forgets about them.

While Kolyat can be even-keeled, if he is left to stew in his feelings, his anger will get the better of him, and he will react. He has a reputation for salt, and for his surliness; he also has a tendency to hide himself from others as a defence mechanism, and is slow to trust.

ORIANA ‘ORI’ LEE

You might know her as Oriana Lawson, but she’ll introduce herself as Ori Lee.

Ori is a warm, compassionate soul who loves to be around other people and enjoys her work as a colony developer/civil engineer for Kellam Industries. She is quick-witted and smart, and funny with it; her taste in fashion and makeup is impeccable, as is her comic timing.

She is very good at getting to know you, but you don’t get to know her. Ori keeps her cards to her chest, and only lets her guard down around people she trusts completely, and has a tendency to care too much about what others think about her.

FISH (the cat)

Queen of everything, ruler of them all- well, maybe just Kolyat’s apartment for now.

Fish is a foul-tempered gremlin of a tabby cat, with white socks and a white belly. Her iron paw rules the roost of her home; she graciously lets others share it. Fish loves her food, her nap spots, and her soft piles of things to sleep on. She likes listening to music, and watching the traffic outside of her window.

She is a former stray with both PTSD and trust issues, and for this reason she lashes out without thinking, and needs her own space. When she trusts though, she really trusts. It will take her forever to do it, but once you win her heart, she’ll love you forever.

BATESEDA ‘Bats’ T’LORI

The man, the myth, and the almost legend- at least, in his mind.

Bats was always told he had potential, and rather than stay with the Huntress squad who trained him, Bats left for the Citadel. He is a firecracker of a man who makes everything he does seem fun, always ready to crack something- a joke, his glass, a skull. Pour another one out, he has stories to tell, and they’re mostly true- if he remembers them right.

He has a tendency to go through frequent bed partners, and never keeps anyone around for long. Despite the crooked smile and easy living, there is an air of melancholy around Bats he is reluctant to explain, but something shows through the cracks every now and then. He will take things too far -the jokes, his drinking, his anger- and fall down the holes he put himself in. One day he will struggle to get back out of it.

ARJUN PATEL

A man who borders the line between squad dad and gross uncle, Patel is a treasure for any crew to have.

Patel is content to stay in the background, and is more savvy than he lets on, willing to play the bumbling, easy-going fool if it’ll get him what he wants. He is essentially Columbo with a cooking habit, but is willing to share his snacks- if he likes you, and that doesn’t take much. He is a man with quiet passions, and they shine brightly when he gets talking; his food, his wife and daughter, his interest in history… ask him about them, and his enthusiasm will be boundless- much like his appetite.

He has a tendency to be lazy, if he can get away with it. Patel can also overspill the TMI details of his life even if you’ve heard them before, without a clue he’s crossed a line.

SISO VITACUS

Like most of the squad, Vitacus came to the Citadel for a new life, and another shot of something. He recently split from his bootcamp boyfriend, and is really not looking for anything serious- at least, not at the moment. Vitacus is neither as funny as Bats, as serious as Kolyat or as happy as Patel, but he fits right in as the jack of all trades of the squad, content to play everyone’s middle man and all rounder.

He has a reputation for awful, neon suits, a love of dancing and shitty action movies, as well as a fondness for lurid drinks, despite looking like the kind of man who likes none of these things from first glance. Vitacus is a tall, stocky bruiser of a man, even for a turian.

Vitacus can also be a pushover and too laidback for his own good, and can drift along with the crowd than go against it. He’s unsure why he’s like this, but as far as he’s concerned, ending up in law enforcement is already an oddity- all his family are engineers and scientists.

BRATHAN ‘Brath’ SEKET

If ever there was a man you were unsure of -even after knowing him for years- it’s Brath. The usual rags to riches story, heavy on the rags; Brath fled the grasp of his abusive family as soon as he was able to, taking on jobs across the Terminus until he built up enough of a reputation as a gun for hire.

He got his money from less than savoury sources to begin with, but absolutely no slavery. He has a personal honor code he will hold the rest of the galaxy to, even if you don’t know the rules. Brath might give off the appearance of loving luxuries and living well, but to him it’s just greasepaint and stage costumes; he’s learning that on the Citadel, a Terminus boy like him will never fit in, anyway- the four eyes see to that.

He will hold a grudge for decades, and it will smoulder, too. Brath can be incredibly petty and keep receipts, and if things don’t go his way, he will make them- for better or for worse.

LAETITIA PHALIA

A woman with a firm grip of the ins and outs of both her work and her neighbourhood, Phalia is the person to know when you need something, and if you don’t she’ll soon tell you, anyway.

She looks strict, but only when she needs to be. Phalia is just busy! There’s always some charity, pot luck, clawball practise, afterschool homework club, Galactic Scout cookie drive, donation pickup and volunteer work activity happening in her life. Phalia is always doing something, despite a full-time job and being a single parent. She gives and gives, because that’s what she expects people to do, the kind of person who will give you her coat and freeze.

There is only so much of herself she can give away. Phalia has had the very worst happen to her in her life, and she survives by constantly moving, not looking back. She just needs to remind herself from time to time she deserves to be taken care of too, and can rest every now and then. Sometimes Phalia also has a tendency to hold people to the same standards she has, but is getting better at learning the difference.

DEREK

It's Derek, innit? Just Derek. Not his real name of course, but he thought it sounded fancy. He has a full salarian name, but his clan mostly ignore his existence - except when they want money.

The eponymous Derek has a fairly sweet soul, but it’s one slowly corrupting under a mantle of the music industry and celebrity. He has an addict’s personality, and bounces from fixation from fixation- but music will always remain a constant. He is good at what he does too; his production skills are perceptively complicated, and he is an absolute master at looping and finding rich, interesting samples; there is a reason he is in demand both as a DJ and as a producer.

Derek doesn’t have the best social skills, despite befriending people easily. He’ll pick them up and drop them, and will often self-medicate his mistakes. His ego can get him into trouble too, but finding real friends -and not hangers on- will help him realise he’s not the centre of the universe.

***

(The quiz is [HERE] f you want to see which one you got.)

[cherrywoes]

001 (Mature) (P1)

Contains mature themes. Read with caution. Subtle thigh riding, nothing blatantly sexual.

YOU MET USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI on a cold, bitter day in the middle of winter at a beach that was deserted besides the small skeleton crew. They had brought their cameras and plastic tarps to keep you from getting sand all over their sample fashion pieces and were excitedly chattering over warm coffee that you couldn't have.

Modeling wasn't the job you had in mind when you had accepted the personal request from your best friend, Akaashi Keiji—the man who had skyrocketed to fame with his effortless clothing designs and pretty face—over two years ago. Yet here you were, freezing, nearly naked in the middle of winter with snow threatening to fall down from the heavens and decorate you with delicate flakes of precious ice. Akaashi paid you very well for going through with his sometimes insane concept ideas, but you couldn't help but curse him in your mind as you covered your breasts to retain some semblance of warmth, as well as any modesty you had left to keep from the photographers.

"[Name], how are we doing?" Your manager, Ayano, sidled up to you with a warm mug in her hands and looking amazingly warm and cozy, a direct contrast to your shivering form. "It won't be much longer, we're just waiting on the male model Akaashi hired. The other one flaked last minute for a trip to Argentina. Can you believe that?"

"Are you serious?" You chattered incredulously, teeth clacking together uncomfortably. Ayano had the shame to pity you. "Oikawa went to Argentina?"

You had been banking on the man to be your partner for the shoot. He was the only one you felt comfortable with half nude as you were, since you both did these spreads with each other often and enough that it wasn't strange for you to change in the same dressing room. He was amazing at lightening the atmosphere so you were comfortable with him, even if his manager got angry with him whenever he flirted with you on what he thought was the sly. Dancing his fingers over your bare shoulders was not sly, you'd laughed at him when he pouted at the hair and makeup station.

But he was in Argentina? For what? You had half a mind to text him an infuriatingly long text, and reached for your phone in Ayano's pocket, but found yourself exposed to the cold and even chillier than before. With a sigh, you pulled your arms close to your chest again, peering down to make sure you didn't have a nip slip in the process. The crazed press hiding in the sand dunes would have a field day with that.

"He never said why," Ayano answered, taking a sip of her coffee and ignoring your glare of envy. "It'll be okay though, Ushijima's a nice man and he won't try anything. Akaashi knows him pretty well, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to him last minute."

You snorted, imagining Oikawa boarding a plane hurriedly. "How last minute are we talking?"

"Around an hour or so before we got here." Ayano nodded her head sagely when you turned to look at her with more disbelief than you had at the reveal that Oikawa had dipped and flew out to another country. "Mhm. He's very reliable, according to Akaashi."

"Who has free time like that?" You laughed. "Nevermind, don't answer that. Can I get a jacket or something? I'm freezing here. We haven't even shot any singles yet."

Ayano winced in sympathy and patted your shoulder. Her fingers were so warm that you lamented the loss immediately, shuffling closer to huddle into her scratchy linen jacket. She snickered and let you stay close, almost burying yourself into her side, and too soon, you heard a car door slam near the parking lot over the quiet sea.

Your eyes darted to the top of the dunes where you spotted a tall, muscular figure cresting the half buried staircase and heading down to your entourage of photographers and stylists. At his side, two dogs loped in similar fashion, each held on leather leashes and clipped to what looked like diamond encrusted chain collars. Dobermans, you realized, from the cropped ears and docked tails when they drew closer, lithe frames stark against the pale sand. One was black and tan, slightly larger than the other one, which was Isabella and tan, with a more svelte figure and kept more closely to its owner, who was far more impressive the closer he got.

You couldn't help but poke your head over Ayano's shoulder and gawk at the male specimen before you. He was all toned muscle, from his neck down to his feet, and you could see carefully sculpted abdominal muscles through his shirt, which clung to him like a second skin in some silky nylon fabric that had some expensive name over his left pectoral. He wore sweatpants that were torn at the knees into shorts, and you raised your eyebrows at the way his calf muscles flexed when he shifted his weight to his left leg. You only saw that kind of dedication on bodybuilders and showmen, not models; they all seemed to prefer skinny muscle to actual muscle.

He had that austere cast to his features and aura, you could tell, when he turned his head just enough to reveal his eyes, brilliant chips of green and brown framed by severe eyebrows that complimented the bones of his face and the angle of his jaw. Even his hair was complimentary, a close undercut with long strands on top that looked to have been combed through with fingers and half heartedly with a comb.

"Damn." Ayano whispered your thoughts and pulled away from you, leaving you cold and shivering once more. Like a shot, she was off to speak to his manager, who was a lanky man with a startling shock of red hair that had you staring for a moment.

You almost screeched when a cold nose touched your cold knee. Somewhere between Ayano leaving and you shifting your hands under your armpits, the man had unhooked his dogs from their leashes and allowed them to wander up to you without a care in the world, because he was still listening to something the lead director was telling him.

The one nudging at your knee was the Isabella and tan one, her ears up and pointed towards you. Her stub of a tail wagged excitedly and you hesitated to pet her, eyeing the black and tan one that had settled into a sitting position beside your feet and out of the harsh gusts of wind that rose every so often.

Moving to cover your breasts with one arm, you held out your hand for her to sniff, cringing when she leaned forward and huffed over your fingers. Then, tentatively, she gave a few licks to your knuckles and bounded off towards her owner. The black one, male by the looks of it, stayed beside you, stalwart and unwilling to go back out into the cold wind.

"Nox." Their owner's voice was so deep that you were startled by the thrum that had begun in your belly. You looked over and saw the man was staring at the dog behind you, waiting for him to obey his call. "Come."

The dog, Nox, huffed and hid his head behind your leg, ignoring him. You had to stifle a snicker. The man looked at you, then, and you noticed that he kept his eyes trained on your face, analyzing your features with a slight furrow to his brows. Then he looked away, back towards the director who was pointing to you and explaining something with wide gestures. You almost felt offended at his easy dismissal.

"[Name]!" The director waved you over and you scowled, wrapping your other arm over your chest again and walking over to where he stood with the mystery man. His dog, Nox, trailed behind you, keen on avoiding both his owner and the wind. When you stood beside the director, surprised at how tall the man was and how your neck started to hurt looking up at him, he gestured to the man. "This is Ushijima Wakatoshi, Akaashi's friend. He'll be modeling with you today. Ushijima, this is [Name], the face of the brand."

Your face flushed red and crept down your neck when he looked at you again, this time an intense look of concentration on his face. Even his eyes were intense, sharp and narrowed and soul searching. You hoped he blamed the blush on the cold.

"Nice to meet you," you said, embarrassed at how your teeth cracked together, and held out a shaking hand for him to shake. "I'm [Name] [Surname]."

Ushijima stared at your hand like it was a particularly offensive bug. Your smile turned brittle and before you could pull your hand back and tuck it under your armpit, he enveloped your tiny hand in his—tiny compared to his giant ones, anyway—and shook it slowly, almost like he was pained to shake it in the first place.

"Ushijima," he said and that was all he offered. He released your hand and looked to the director again, waiting for a further explanation, and you clenched your jaw in irritation. Even if he was pretty, you didn't like being dismissed like you were nothing.

This time, the red flush creeping up your neck had nothing to do with embarrassment.

His manager seemed to notice your growing anger and slapped Ushijima on the back. Hard. You had to swallow nervously when Ushijima's eyes went cold and turned to his manager, shoulders stiffening and bunching underneath the sting of the slap.

"Wakatoshi, you can't just do that," the redheaded male admonished, pointing to you. "Be nice. Remember our lessons?"

You raised an eyebrow. Lessons? To be nice? You appraised the man in a new light; he was stiff, too tense, and seemed high strung like a live wire, like he was waiting for a bomb to go off. You wondered if he had an issue or something with any emotion other than coldness.

Ushijima stared at his manager with narrowed eyes, then looked back over to you. They softened slightly, scanning over your face—your anger ebbing away into confusion—and he dipped his head slightly in a small bow. "Sorry."

"It's fine," you whispered in reply, your confusion overriding your anger and the warmth it had brought you. You watched his eyebrows drop and then go back to neutral, as if he was thinking, and the director cleared his throat to draw both of your attention back to him.

"As I was saying—Ushijima, the poses are fairly simple. Because [Name] isn't tall enough to reach your shoulders, she'll be standing on a stool. It'll be your job to keep her steady. How uncomfortable are you with intimate skin contact?"

"It doesn't bother me," Ushijima answered in a clipped tone. You squirmed uncomfortably, cold once more, and felt Nox brush against your legs. "Is there anything else?"

"No, anything else is covered in your contract. Just put on the clothes they give you and we'll start in five."

You made your way back to the tarp, spotting the stool in question, and turned around, mouth open to ask if you should move it to the middle, and abruptly closed it with an audible snap.

There, behind a tiny rack of  clothes facing the ocean, Ushijima was pulling his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexing fantastically with the smooth movement. A few moments later he stepped out from behind the rack, dressed in sleek and slim khaki pants that hugged at his legs a little too snuggly. The stylist rolled the hems up above his ankles and handed him a pair of loafers, which he put on once he reached the tarp and wiped his feet clean of sand.

Your mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert. His personality might be lacking, but he was gorgeous, you had to give him that. Oikawa was pretty in a different way, but he'd never appealed to you in the way this man, Ushijima, was. Even if it was solely physical appeal, you couldn't help but wonder if he had deeper issues than just being nice; he didn't seem rude, just blunt, the more you thought about it, one of those silent types that your mother adored.

You didn't like that your tastes skewed close to hers.

"[Name], up on the stool," the director yelled over rising winds. Your hair whipped into your face. "Ushijima, stand in front of her. Yes, just like that, now move a little to the left—right there. Now [Name], wrap one arm around his neck and the other under his arm and over his back."

You looked Ushijima in the eye from your slightly elevated height. He was eye level with you now and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you okay with me…?" You motioned to your breasts and then mimed wrapping your free arm around his neck.

"Oh. Yeah." He shuffled closer and when the stool trembled under shifting sand, his hands shot up to steady you at the waist, just under the ribs. His thumbs almost touched, his hands were so large. "Are you okay?"

At least he was trying to be considerate. You removed your other arm and steadied yourself on his shoulders, faintly hearing the click of cameras already going. "There, I should be okay now. You can let go if you want."

You heard his frown, more than saw it, as you hooked your right arm around his neck and the other under his bicep, draping your hand loosely over his left shoulder blade. His hand came up to your back to hold you steady, pressing between your shoulders and unintentionally pushing your breasts and upper body into his chest. "I don't want you to fall."

Ushijima was pleasantly warm, you noted, and shifted slightly so the director could get your face better. When your nipples, hard from the cold, dragged against his chest, you could have sworn you heard him take a deep inhale and exhale sharply, but over the wind it was hard to tell.

"Thanks," you said, as normally as you could make it. It was a whisper and almost directly in his ear. His hand tightened subtly against the skin of your side.

A few clicks of a shutter later and the director wasn't satisfied. "[Name], wrap both arms under his and rest your chin on his shoulder."

You did as commanded, even if your body was screaming at the pose you were in and your mind damning Oikawa to hell at the same time. You rested your hands on his shoulder blades, this time your chest and shoulders and torso flush with his. You passed off the goosebumps rising on his skin from the cold, and gave a sultry look to the camera.

"Gorgeous," the director clapped.

They took a few more photos, most of them with you or Ushijima turning your heads to look at the ocean or each other. Every time your gazes met, it was like someone had dropped a nest of bees in your stomach and set them off, and his eyes were dark and intense enough to make shivers go down your spine.

"I'm loving this tension," the director remarked to Ayano and Ushijima's manager. "This is better than anything Oikawa could have produced, I think."

Ayano snorted out a laugh. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'll be offended."

The director chuckled. "Alright, [Name], Ushijima! Ushijima, stand behind [Name] this time and [Name], face him please."

You pirouetted on the stool, Ushijima steadying you by your hips, and shifted behind you, allowing you to grip onto his shoulders and steady yourself when more sand sunk into his footprints.

"Alright, same pose as before except Ushijima, I want you to put your fist in her hair and look at the camera."

It was your turn to get goosebumps when his hand slid up the back of your neck to cradle the back of your scalp, and then close his fist into the hair at the nape of your neck. The steady pressure combined with the sound of his breathing in your ear had you mentally running laps, and in the back of your head, you wondered if he'd had experience in pulling hair—then you flushed when you realized exactly where your thoughts were going.

God, Oikawa was never going to forgive you.

Ayano whistled lowly at the display screen as the camera shutters went off. Ushijima's stare was deadly and the way his fingers were tight in your [color] hair added a flair that made her feel like she was looking in on an intimate moment.

"He's good," she complimented towards Tendou.

"Eh?" The redhead scratched his nose. It was numb from the cold. "His face always looks like that. It's terrifying."

When you and Ushijima parted for a break while the director examined the photos more closely, Ayano watched as Ushijima's fingers lingered on your spine for a moment longer than necessary. Then you locked eyes for a brief moment, caught in your own world, and then you stepped away, hurrying into the jacket that Ayano held out for you.

"What was that?" Ayano asked curiously, watching Ushijima tug on a jacket with his name embroidered on the breast pocket. "That tension was no joke."

"He's dangerous," You  said breathlessly, holding a hand over yout rapidly beating heart. "Jesus, what did his parents feed him? I might faint, Ayano."

"The souls of his enemies?" She joked, and you jabbed her in the ribs. "Seriously though, maybe you should explore that sometime. I haven't seen you like that since Kuroo."

You wrinkled your nose. "He'd be happy to hear you say that. I still need to call him and see how Kenma's doing."

Ever since your ex-boyfriend had come out as bisexual to you a few months ago, two years after you'd broke things off cleanly, you'd been his staunch supporter when his parents had shunned him and Kenma. While your relationship might not have been what you both wanted, you were still good friends, and had been there for each other through thick and thin. So when Kuroo introduced Kenma, a rising video game streamer, as his boyfriend, you'd cried alligator tears of joy and hugged the life out of him.

You and Kenma got along like a house on fire, to Kuroo's relief and slight worry. You made more than one guest appearance on his streams, and being a famous face, people started shipping you in a poly relationship with the both of them. Even though it was a joke, you'd caught Kenma and Kuroo eyeing you thoughtfully more than once and you were adamant that a poly relationship wasn't what you wanted or needed, even though you loved them both.

Kenma had shrugged dismissively and said,"We might convince you one day."

Coming from him, it was a vow and not a promise. You'd laughed it off and Ayano saved the day with a phone call, but you knew he was dead serious about it. Even Kuroo had been interested in the idea, saying he wouldn't mind it at all.

You weren't sure how you felt about that.

"What's wrong with Kenma?" Ayano inquired.

"He's caught some parasite from a bad batch of sushi. He's been in and out of the hospital for a while since he can't fully get rid of them, so I like to check in and see if they need anything." You shrugged. While Kenma made good income streaming, he couldn't do it while he was ill, so you had been subtly paying their bills. Kuroo's chemistry teaching job didn't pay as well as you'd like either. You'd thought about lending your Tokyo penthouse to them since you never used it, but Kuroo would be hesitant to accept the offer. "Last I heard he was able to keep fluids down and was working on soup."

"Hm. I hope he's okay," Ayano hummed. "I know Kuroo's been struggling lately."

You nodded sadly in agreement. Kuroo never ceased to amaze you with how thoughtful and unselfish he was; he'd drop anything for Kenma in a heartbeat, or you if it came to it, and you almost pitied him because all he had was Kenma and you.

Before you could say more, the director called for you and you shed your jacket morosely. Ushijima stood with his dogs and you stepped hesitantly beside him, looking to the director for directions.

"We're going to take one last shoot and then we'll be packing up for the day," he announced and you sighed in relief. You'd finally be out of the cold. "Ushijima, you'll be sitting on the stool this time. [Name], you'll be sitting in his lap and facing the camera. I'll direct you after that."

You avoided Ushijima's gaze as best you could as you both made your way to the tarp. The edges fluttered as the wind pushed it up, but you toed them down and waited for Ushijima to get comfortable on the stool. It was a bit small for him so he had to spread his legs wider than his pants would allow, planting his feet in the sand so he wouldn't fall off. It was almost hilarious.

"Nevermind! [Name], you'll have to straddle his left thigh. Ushijima, once she's settled, I want you to wrap an arm around her breasts and the other around the waist of her shorts. [Name], I want you to reach back and wrap an arm around his neck and use the other to hold on to the arm around your waist."

This just couldn't get any worse, could it? You pleaded to the gods that he wouldn't be able to read you like an open book and carefully lifted your leg over his thigh, using all of your weight to keep yourself steady. You couldn't avoid pressing the crotch of your shorts to his thigh, his leg was too long and your feet barely touched the ground. His thigh flexed between your legs and you had to swallow a tiny gasp that threatened to break free. You had to reassure yourself that he was probably as uncomfortable as you were. That was all that would get you through this.

He made sure not to let you have an accident in front of the cameras, shielding your breasts from view with his arm while you wrapped an arm around his neck and rested your fingers on the soft stubble at the nape.

When you were in position and had your best model face on, the director adjusted the camera lens to focus more on the way Ushijima was a hair's breadth away from touching his nose to the pulse in your throat and his lips to your shoulder. Then, he zoomed out and focused more on the image as a whole, chattering to the editor about how the red of the cold could be edited out.

You couldn't help but relax into Ushijima's warmth the more the cold got to you. He didn't seem to mind; if anything, his grip tightened, and you heard him sigh into your ear. The only thing driving you insane was the way he kept flexing his thigh between your legs; he kept stiffening up and forcing himself to relax, and you had to fight off the arousal that kept building within you every time you remembered that he was touching you as intimately as a man could.

While the director pointed at something you couldn't see on screen, Ushijima stiffened up again and shifted his weight just a little, but it was enough to drag the harsh seam of the shorts against your pulsing clit. You couldn't stop the shaky, small gasp that escaped you, so quiet it was drowned out by the ocean. Except Ushijima—he heard you. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and a blush crept up your cheeks. He couldn't have known—

PART TWO.

MASTERLIST.

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Chess. Chapter 5

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

(Fair warning, this is about to get even darker. We are moving towards a much deeper connection between Chess and Rick; but I find a deep connection needs a backstory. Also; let me know if you want to be added to my tag list. I’m still new at this, but I love knowing that people are actually reading my dribble.)

TW: sexual harassment/assault, torture, sexual themes, violence

I rubbed my neck, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

“Did you just microchip me, like some animal?”, I asked. “Something like that”, Flag said, and pulled a radio from his belt. “GQ, get the crate”, he spoke into it, and walked towards the door.

Diablo went to get a t-shirt, hanging over a chair, and put it on. “They got us rigged with some dynamite shit”, he said, and started stretching his shoulders. “Big boom”, Digger said, emulating an explosion coming from his neck. “Knocked String Boys head clean of”. “Slipknot”, Diablo corrected him. “Whatever”, was the answer, as Digger went to lay down on a bench, covering his eyes with his arm; apparently preparing to take a nap.

“Welcome to the family”, Diablo said, smirked at me, and went for a set of dumbbells in his corner.

Croc had pulled a slice of what looked like day-old pizza, from his hoodies pocket, and was eating it with a terrifyingly pleased face.

Harley – motherfucking Harley Quinn – was muttering quietly to herself, before lighting up in a big smile, exclaiming: “Ants!”, and skipping away to do whatever it is psychopathic criminal overladies do, when no one is watching.

The door behind me opened, and Edwards, whose acquaintance I’d made the day before, came into the gym. Behind him, the Tweedles were dragging a large box. Edwards and Flag exchanged a few hushed words; and Flag gazed over his shoulder to meet my eyes, before looking back at his subordinate. “… hope they’re ready”, was all I could make out from their conversation; and chills ran down my spine.

They put the box on the floor in front of me. Flag bent to unlock it, and his t-shirt rode up a bit, revealing some bruises and scratches on his lower back and hip. “Get into a fight?”, I smirked. “Just a feral cat”, he answered, smiling over his shoulder. Apparently, I’d gotten in enough punches, to make him feel it even now, quite a while later.

He opened the lid. “Here’s your shit. If you want to change, there’s a bathroom through that door”, he said, nodding towards the door Harley and Digger had come through. “Just be careful; you might get an audience. Which reminds me”. He walked over to where Digger lay; and kicked at the bench, making the peeping tom fall of it. “Hey jackass! Stop being creepy, and let people shit in peace”. Digger scrambled onto his legs, and made a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir!”, he boomed, and laid back down, muttering curses under his breath.

“Ladies don’t shit, colonel. We powder our noses”, Harleys voice came from somewhere. Looking up, I saw that she was hanging upside down from a rope, one leg intertwined with it. Twirling her ponytails, she winked at me, before blowing a large bubble with the pink gum in her mouth.

Croc had pulled out a second slice from his pocket, and was chewing away. His enjoyment of the snack was almost obscene. He nodded towards the box in front of me. “What you got in there?”, he asked. I rifled through the things, recognizing some of my own belongings. It was now I realized that none of the crew were wearing all prison garb. Diablo had a bluish varsity jacket hanging from a chair, and Deadshots sneakers were definitely not prison grade; I could tell from the high-end label on the side.

The other three were also wearing some sort of personal addition to the orange pants and tank top, provided by Belle Reve. For Croc, it was his brown velvet hoodie; and Digger had on a coat that looked like it desperately needed a washing. Harley had on a pair of striped pink and blue shorts, held up by suspenders. The shorts barely covered her ass, and showed of the many tattoos on her legs.

Taking my favorite band t-shirt out of the box, I noticed it still had some cat hair stuck to it, from my beloved babies at home. Selina, I’m trusting you to take good care of them, I thought. I put the shirt on the floor beside me, and continued to go through the box. A polaroid of me on stage, my first night at Sammy’s; my copy of Alice In Wonderland; a pair of hot pink socks, I’d knitted myself; an oversized greyish flannel shirt, I’d stolen from an ex; some makeup and black nail polish, in a black purse; and a pair of broken, furry handcuffs – Ahh, Vegas, I smiled. Finally, I pulled out a small stuffed bunny, I’d won at a travelling fair, a few weeks before I’d been taken by Hatter. I stroked its tiny face, and discretely kissed its head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Digger looking at me, sending me a friendly smirk and nod. I smiled back.

I kept searching through the box. “Looking for something?”, Flag said from behind me. “Where are my smokes?”, I sighed. “There were no cigarettes in the box when it arrived”, Flag answered me. He’d already gone through it.

A large scaly hand offered me a pack of Marlboro Lights, and looking up at Croc with a thankful smile; I took one of the cigarettes, and popped it in my mouth. “Anyone have a light?”. Diablos hand appeared in front of my face; pinky stretched. A tiny flame burned from it, taking me by surprise; and I half laughed, half guffawed, as I lit the cigarette.

“I knew you could do that!”, Harleys shrill voice sounded. Her head appeared next to mine, and she rested her chin on my shoulder. She smelled like bubblegum and cotton candy, and for a hot second I was tempted to turn my head and lick her face.

“Who the hell gave Croc access to cigarettes?”, Flag muttered to Deadshot. “You know how he gets when he runs out, and goes cold turkey!”. “You’re telling me, man. There’s still a hole in the wall between his and my cell, from when he ran his fist through it”, Deadshot smirked.

“Ooh! What’s that?”, Harley asked, and reached in to the box, revealing a false bottom. I removed the thin board of metal.

There you are!

Surrounded by the whole crew – a curious Digger having joined us – I picked up a black, cropped and hooded faux leather jacket. The pleather was undamaged still, and putting it on, I pulled up the hood, and closed the zipper. With the help of the hood and the large collar, my face disappeared into shadows. Flag looked at me, lifting his chin; staring me down. His gaze made me slightly uncomfortable – or was it stirred? – and I took off the jacket again.

A loose purple, off the shoulder crop top; and a pair of black, high waist, lycra and mesh leggings completed the outfit. Finding my favorite combat boots in the box, I only needed one thing.

I moved around rope, a crowbar, some lockpicks, and a hammer and chisel. There they were. My claws.

“Cute mittens”, Harley giggled, and grabbed for the black fingerless gloves. “Careful!”, I gasped, and quickly grasped them. Harley pouted. “What? You don’t like sharing your toys?”.

I put on the gloves, made a fist; and from my knuckles sprang 4 curved knives. Edwards and the twins quickly raised their guns at me, prepared to shot, if I tried anything. I rolled my eyes, and noticed Flag trying to hide a smile.

Picking up an old sock, I demonstrated the blades sharpness, by cutting through it. The knives went through the fabric like butter; and Harleys eyes widened. “Oh”, was all she said, after which she took a step back; and went to stand behind Deadshot. “Lady, you got some sharp nails there”, he said, and chuckled.

“You still know how to use them?”, Flag asked, not removing his eyes from the blades on my hands. I just smirked.

I went to stand by the wall. I could feel eyes on my back from my audience. I bent my knees; and then leaped. I grasped the wall with the claws, and started climbing upwards. At the top of the wall was a row of tiny windows. “Don’t do it, Y/N!”, Flag called, as I heard the soldiers cock their guns. I looked over my shoulder, winked at him; and smiled.

I quickly moved laterally on the wall. Gunshots sounded, and the wall beside me suddenly was full of holes. “Hold your fire! Hold your goddamn fire!”, Flag yelled desperately. The gunfire stopped, and I made myself reappear; hanging by my claws from the basketball hoop on the opposite wall. One of the Tweedles cocked his gun again; and everything after that happened in slow motion.

The soldier took aim at me; looking pissed. From out of nowhere, Flag jumped at him; knocking him to the ground. The gun went off; bullet narrowly missing my head – and I fell.

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I landed on my back; the wind knocked out of me. I closed my eyes, and heard people running towards me. I felt a strong arm under my back, and a hand behind my head. “Y/N”, Flags shaking voice called out. “Come on kitten, wake up”, he whispered into my ear, his breath warm against my neck.

I opened my eyes, seeing his face inches from mine, mouth slightly opened to speak again. I suddenly noticed there were specks of green in his brown eyes.

I blinked once. “Are you gonna kiss me now?”, I asked, and smiled crookedly.

Flag let go of me, and pulled back, lips now in a thin line. He stood up, and stormed towards the shooting twin. He grabbed his collar; and slammed him against the wall. “What the fuck is your problem? Do you not know how to follow an order?”. The soldier put his hands up. “Sir, she was going awol!”. “She is an asset. Wallers asset!”. Flag punched Tweedle in the gut; making him double over. “Get this asshole out of here”, he called to Edwards and the other twin; who dragged the panting soldier out of the room, Flag following them to the door, still cursing.

Deadshot crouched in front of me, holding his hand in front of my face, a couple of fingers raised. “How many fingers am I holding up?”, he asked. “What are fingers?”, I joked; making him chuckle again.

He helped me onto my feet. “You are a hard one to kill, Chess”. “Nah”, I answered. “I can die plenty. I think my secret is, I just really don’t want to”, I said, and stretched my arms into the air, feeling my bones pop.

“Why didn’t you run? You could have made it through the window”, Diablo asked from behind Deadshot. “I wouldn’t have made it half a mile. I’m spent”, I answered. “I need energy to smile, and they’ve had me living on cat food for a month. Only just had a real meal yesterday”. “Que cabrón”, Diablo spat.

Politely refusing one of Crocs pocket-pizza slices; I went back to my box of belongings. Kneeling beside it, I quickly changed into the band t-shirt. It had been a snug fit once; but my kibble-diet had made it quite a bit looser.

Flag crouched next to me. “You good?”. He didn’t look at me, but kept his eyes on the ground. “That wasn’t supposed to happen”. I scoffed. “I’m fine. Just a few more bruises to add to the collection”. Flag exhaled. “You can keep the civilian clothes, and three items from the top layer of the box. Your combat equipment will be stored for you, until you need it”. He stood back up. “The rest will be destroyed”.

I scowled at him, and stood up, putting my hands on my hips; swaying back and forth a bit, deciding; then bent over, and started gathering the things I’d chosen. I felt his eyes on me. “Checking out the asset?”, I teased.

“Could you just for a second stop that shit? Stop flirting, and start being serious about the situation you are in!”, he growled at me. “Why? Am I getting in to your head?”, I twirled around, and pouted at him innocently.

He shook his head, and furrowed his brow, scoffing at me. “Just quit it, and do the job we brought you here to do”.

I stepped up to him, and looked him square in the face. “I’ll quit it, when you quit that good soldier bullshit”, I spat. “You had no right to go after me, and no right to keep me here”.

“I have every right”, he said calmly, staring down his nose at me. “You’re a scumbag. A criminal. The world would be better if you just disappeared”. “Oh?”, I asked; not breaking eye contact. “Tell me, what’s the difference between me and the Bat? That asshole is beating up people left and right; no badge, no warrant… He decides who he thinks is a bad guy, and drags them to the front step of Arkham, or airdrops them in to this shithole”.

I stomped away to grab the sack that had been over my head earlier. I stuffed the book, the makeup-purse, and finally the rabbit into it. I saw Deadshot and the others huddled in a corner; obviously trying to give me some space; and pretending not to be staring at the scene.

Flag stormed after me, grabbed my arm, and spun me around; holding me in place, as I struggled. “You are nothing like him. He brings down criminals. You kidnap judges, and torture them”. His face was inches from mine. “He has never stolen money from anyone”. “Maybe that’s because he is already the richest man in the goddamn country!”, I hissed at him. I looked at the squad in the corner. They didn’t seem to have heard.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”, Flag asked, and let go of my arm. I rubbed the spot he’d been holding on to. “Never mind”, I quietly answered, not wanting to get into it. The papers I’d seen in Lucius Fox’ safe, had made me put two and two together; but as I’d told Deadshot before, I really didn’t want to die – so mr. holier-than-thou Waynes secret, was safe with me. That was one wasps nest I was not putting my hand into.

Flags face had softened. “What happened with judge Kelper?”. “Your read the file”, I answered, not looking at him. “I kicked his ass”. “Before that”, he demanded. “What made you do it? If you’re not a bad guy, you must have had a reason”. I closed the box, and sat down on it. “Truth?”, I asked. He nodded.

“Kelper would show up at the club sometimes – slumming it. I knew who he was, because he was the judge at an arraignment, where I was charged with pickpocketing for the Hatter”. I folded my hands in my lap. “Someone caught you pickpocketing?”, he smirked, a slight warmth returning to his eyes. “Tetch hadn’t fed me in a couple of days. When my bloodsugar is low, and my energy is down, it’s difficult to keep up the mirage”, I admitted. “Anyway, Kelper would bring in whoever he was paying off, to further his political career, and wave money around; getting the performers to join them at their table. I was stupid enough to take some of it myself”. I winced; remembering how I’d sat on his lap, and played the part of willing participant in his little erotic adventure. Flag looked down. “I never let it go any further than a lapdance”, I said, actually worried he’d think even less of me than he already did.

“So, then what?”, he asked. I bit my lip. “Did you know he’s married? He’s got a beautiful trophy wife, and two teenage daughters, almost out of high school. Cheerleaders, blonde. Ditsy as fuck, but on their way to bright futures, due to daddys money, and mommys good looks”. “But?...”, he probed.

I sighed. “There was a girl at the club, Sarah, just turned 18; poor family, desperately trying to scrape up some money for college. One night, he invited her to join him and his friends in their limo. He said he’d give her a ride home, and maybe a recommendation for college”. Flags eyes turned cold again. I continued. “He kept calling her Stephanie, even when she tried to correct him”. I looked up at him. He was looking more and more aggravated. “She didn’t show up for work the next day, so I went to her place”. I ground my teeth together, before continuing. “Her mom told me she was in the hospital. When Sarah had refused to put out willingly, Kelper had held her down... When he was finished with her, he’d let his friends have the leftovers”.

I looked at my feet. “His youngest daughters name is Stephanie”.

I was jolted, when Flag kicked the box I was sitting on; clenching his fist, and cursing quietly. “Sorry”, he said, looking at me. I was unsure what the apology was for; the kick, or my story.

I stood up. “So, now you know. I beat that shitheads face into a pulp, clawed his skin; and made sure he’d never be able to do that to another person again”. Flag stayed quiet.

I picked up my sack of belongings, and went to face him again. “And just for the record, that last 13.000 dollars… Sarahs mom couldn’t afford the hospital bill, and became behind on the payments. They almost got kicked out of their apartment the week before I raided that safe”.

We stood there for a little while, staring each other down.

“I’m sorry that happened”, Flag said. He sighed. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the situation you’re in. You’re going to have to be a part of this team, if you want to ever get your life back”. He was almost apologetic. “I know”, I admitted. “And for the record; I am a bad guy”, I said. “A really good bad guy”. Flag smirked at me, and moved to the middle of the room. Apparently, our conversation was over.

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“Alright people! Unfortunately, we won’t have a lot of time to get acquainted with our newest team member”, he called, grabbing the attention of the rest of the squad. “We have a new mission”. “That was fast”, Deadshot said. “Sorry, Floyd. You’re going to have to take a rest from the ball, and reacquaint yourself with your guns”, Flag answered.

“So. Here’s the brief…”.

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Play With Me pt. 5

Summary:You had a one sided love with your best friend Taehyung, but Jungkook was pursuing his one sided love for you. One night of sexual frustration causes for your relationships with one another turn upside down.

Jungkook X Taehyung X OC

All of the members and staff immediately got back to work, taking shot after shot of Taehyung and checking the images on the display LED to make sure that they captured the perfect image before moving on. As you walked closer to the set you noticed the image board, and editors going through each member’s images to find the perfect one. The board was dark, but bright at the same time and the boy’s each brought their own flare and mood to the set.

For instance, Yoongi was already pretty dark and serious so his images came out extra well since that was already the mood of the set. Namjoon seemed handsome and noble standing and sitting in straight and upright poses. Hoseok seemed sad almost, as if he was tired and exhausted. Jin seemed mysterious and strong as he posed in more dark and abandoned places. Jimin seemed lustful as he posed in different poses that elongated his body and glared at the camera as if it were his prey. Jungkook seemed like the bad boy next door who hung out in dangerous places for fun. And as you looked at Tae’s incoming images you took a deep breath.

Tae had a bored look on his face, but with his dark hair and the dark backgrounds he looked like he belonged there. The other members somehow took the mood of the set and made it into something of their own, but Tae seemed to really cling onto and own the darkness theme of the shoot.

You looked up at him and gave him a small reassuring smile but being the professional that he was he gave you a glance and continued his photoshoot flawlessly. You crossed your arms over your chest and watched but were shortly interrupted by Jungkook who stood next to you anxiously.

“everything okay?” he asked about tae

You turned to him and gave him a small smile and then glanced away, feeling shy about the debauchery that just occurred in the van. “everything is great. We talked things through and he’s hanging on” you answered

Kook nodded his head and eyed Tae up and down before he turned to do the same to you. You met his gaze as his eyes swept up your body and you gave him an awkward smile, trying to avoid suspicion.  But instead of saying anything kook just smiled at you before turning back towards tae.

You let out a quiet breath, happy that you did not have to make up a lie or try to hide what had happened. And hopefully you never would have to, if the two of you were careful enough.

“so how was work?” Kook asked you without turning to look at you

“it was good, we were pretty busy which made the day go by pretty fast.” You answered “how were your schedules? Are you tired yet?” you asked him with a smile and he finally turned to look at you

“they were fine…. Just the same old thing.” He said with a smile that almost looked sad

“are you starting to get burnt out on things?” you asked him quiet enough that only he would be able to really hear the two of you speaking

He let out a deep breath and shook his head “not necessarily burnt out per-say” he started “I guess I’m just ready for the next chapter to start.”

“the next chapter?” you asked him confused on what he meant.

He looked at you with slightly panicked eyes for a moment but then hid it well with a small smile. You couldn’t tell if he was in some sort of trouble or if he was having issues with dealing with everything, but the way that his smile never reached his eyes bothered you.  You looked his face over for a moment, hoping to find some sort of sign but his makeup and hair, hid all of his pores and wrinkles let alone any signs of stress.

You looked down at the ground for a moment debating if you should ask him any more questions. Sure…things between you were starting to take a turn, but at the end of the day you were still a friend to Jungkook and whatever was bothering him made you concerned. However, you still understood that whatever was going on with him might not be something that he wanted to share with you right now. So in an effort to respect that you dropped the topic.

“so what are we going to do tonight?” you asked him with an amused smile

He finally gave you what looked like an honest smile and shrugged “I don’t know we can do whatever we want. After this is done I’m completely free” he answered

You looked around, but not staring at anything in particular as you considered what you wanted to do. “are you hungry?” you asked him

He nodded “should we go eat some bbq?” he asked “or maybe sushi?”

You were about to speak up when he continued listing off more food, not even giving you the chance to speak for yourself. You gave him a look of shock and amusement as he continued, and you were almost sure that by now he was just listing different types of food.

“or Chinese, or Thai food sounds good. Or we could even just have dessert for dinner if you wanted.” He said finally bringing his long list to a close.

“I’m pretty much okay with anything. We can go eat whatever sounds good to you.”

He was about to answer you when a hair and makeup coordinator came over to Jungkook and asked him to follow her to her workstation. He turned to give you a small apologetic look and then immediately went back into good idol mode.

You watched as she signaled something to him as they were walking and when they reached the station he easily picked up the makeup chair and hauled it over to a van where they were packing up things and preparing to leave. You smiled at the sight of him helping and some of the other members selflessly joining in to help with the cleanup. It was something that you even admired about the boys. They didn’t act like they were the celebrities that they were. They never behaved like they were better than any one person or deserved more.

After a few more shots of Tae the photographer stopped to look at his images and discussed with tae about a few of the images, pointing up and down and sometimes at another members’ images. They nodded and headed back to the set and tae immediately got into each pose and moved from stance to stance at lightning speed, trying their hardest to finish a little bit faster.

A few more flashes from the camera, and you could see the tense muscles in tae’s face and body completely relax as if he had been holding in a deep breath. The photographer checked his LED and then let out a loud comment “set’s a wrap” signaling to everyone that they were done.

Tae immediately bowed to the cameraman and the rest of the crew and apologized and thanked them for their hard work. Shortly after the other members had said their thank you’s and the entire crew was packed up and ready to go home after a long day’s worth of work.

The boys were walking towards you to get to their team van and all of them stopped around you.

“thanks for helping tae today!” jin said with a  small, appreciative smile.

“its no problem, I’m happy I could help” you replied hoping that your cheeks weren’t turning bright red.

“what are your plans for the rest of the night?” Jimin asked you and you smiled and looked over to Jungkook

“We’re going to dinner” Jungkook said only loud enough for the group to hear, so that the managers wouldn’t try to stop you two from going out.

The boy’s ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ and you nodded your head in confirmation, but hearing silence from tae you glanced at him to be met with a cold and empty glare.

“oh, are you coming back with us then?” jimin asked

“yeah, I had to use all my money on a taxi to get here” you admitted with a sad face

The boys continued on with the conversation as they waited for their managers to finish up their final conversations, but their voices were drowned out by the feeling of the boys looking at you and each other.

“ready?” one of the managers said

“READY!” the rest of the boys replied in unison

They each turned to their vans and piled in leaving you tae and kook standing outside of the two vans. The boys looked at you eagerly waiting for you to choose who you would leave with. You eyed the both of them and then turned to Tae.

“Since kook and I have plans I’ll go with him tonight” you explained

Tae politely gave you a smile and nodded his head, but for a split second you saw the pain in his eyes when you rejected him. And although it was over something as stupid as a seat, you knew that it hurt his feelings deep down. Especially after the two of you had finally expressed your feelings for one another earlier in the van.

Kook took your hand and pulled it slightly trying his best to politely pull you away from the conversation.

“c’mon, we still need to decide where we want to go” he said excitedly

You gave him a small smile but when you turned back around to tell tae goodnight he had already left the two of you behind to get on the bus.

  After the two of you had arrived at the dorms kook grabbed his car keys and the two of you were off to roam the streets and decide where you wanted to eat along the way.

“tell me when you see something that looks good” kook said as he carefully tried to drive and eye the business across the street

“oh! Oh! Kook just down the road there a ramen bar that I’ve been interested in going to!” you practically yelled making Jungkook laugh

“alright, we’ll go there then.” He said under his breath as if he didn’t have a care in the world where you were as long as you were happy.

He looked up and down the street for a place to park, and found a space just two blocks away from the restaurant. When he finally parked the two of you hopped out and took a deep breath of the slightly chilly night air. You could smell kimchi, liquor, grilling beef and vegetables, even the fish cakes and dishes from street vendors.

You silently started walking towards the restaurant and just appreciated the view and environment silently as you made it to your destination. But just as soon as you felt that you finally had some sort of plan, you came face to face with a ‘closed’ sign on the front door of the ramen bar.

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, silently cursing the store.

“well… what should we do?” kook asked

You turned to look up and down the street and see what your options are, but the choices were tight. Sure, there were lots of options, but it was hard to eat out when you had a superstar for a friend and could easily be exposed. Especially since you were of the opposite sex and rumors could be spread like wildfire and potentially damage his reputation and career.

“our choices look a little slim kook” you confessed to him

He looked around with you and assessed each place as if he was determining the risk that might come with each place. You could see that he was desperately trying to make things work out but he just couldn’t bring himself to risk anything.

“we can always just roam around for now and decide a little later” you offered “it’s only 7 so things are still going to be open for a while”

He nodded his head as he thought about what you said and then gestured with his head to the side telling you to walk with him on the street. You gave him a smile and followed him down the sidewalk, eyeing businesses as you passed them and cheering on buskers and talent who were playing in the roads.

You stopped by one particular group who was dancing to a BTS song and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile the entire time with genuine happiness and pride in his eyes. You had to admit that the group was doing very well but you couldn’t help but watch kook’s expression as he watched the group.

However, one group of teens had turned around and gave kook a series of glances and were whispering to each other in a way that made your heart drop down to the floor.

There was no way in hell that the two of you were going to be busted if you could help it.

[haileygarciasunshine]

The Scene

Pairing: Adam Driver x Reader

Word Count: 966

Warning: None

Requested: Yes!🥰✨🥺 

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The sun was radiant as it shone through your bedroom window, causing you to groan. Rolling over, you were met with a broad chest, which caused your boyfriend, to let out a low groan in return.

With the sun shining through the window, it illuminated Adams face. Bringing your hand up to cupping his cheek. Adam, began to stir awake after he sensed you were awake.

Not bothering to opening his eyes, his groggy morning voice broke the silence, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.” Giving him a smile, even though his eyes were still closed.

Sighing, you said, “We should get dressed, so we can be on set.”

Groaning Adam tightened, his grip on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

“Baby. Five more minutes, please?”

You and Adam, have been dating for only a few minutes, it was fairly new still. Not wanting to go public with your relationship just yet, it was a mutual agreement to keep it a secret. 

Adam had gotten a part in the ‘What If,’ movie, co-starring opposite, Daniel Radcliffe. You were close friends with both men, long before the movie was able to be produced. Once the movie was accepted, Daniel immediately, asked the casting directors if you could be in the movie as well. Daniel, introduced you to Adam, before filming began. Nobody, not even the cast or crew knew that you were dating Adam. Today, was the day that the sex scene would be filmed, between you and Adam.

After you both arrived on set, it was a few hours before either of you saw each other again. You spent an hour in hair and makeup, one of your close friends was one of the hair and makeup artists. This caused you to spend time together goofing off, catching up from the weekend, typical things that you both did whenever you had gotten hair and makeup. Next, was when you had to get into your costume, it didn’t take that much time to get into your clothes for the scene.

Adam and Daniel, had already been filming for the past few hours that you were getting ready. You were feeling, a little bit intimidated since, you were working with acting veterans who could nail the scene in one try. Being fairly, new to the acting scene, made you hesitate. 

Situating yourself to sit in Adams lap, your attention was focused on the directors and production team, on the side of the set. 

A large hand, moved your hair off of your shoulder tucking it behind your ear. His warm breath fanned over your ear. His one of his hands was clapped down on your thigh holding you in place, while the other was resting lowly on your hip. 

“And.... Action!” The director yelled.

Snapping your attention to Adam, he looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting your reaction. Crashing your lips onto his, a low moan was elicited from the man under you. The passion you had for each other, caused everything else fall away. Opening your mouth, he shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in return. His lips, began kissing down your jaw to your neck feverishly, placing kisses all around your neck. Grabbing his jaw, you pulled his mouth back to yours. Your fingers, were running through his black thick hair.

“Cut!”

“Y/N! Adam!” The director got up from his chair, clapping his hands as he made his way over to you both, “That was amazing! Great job!”

Both of you, were panting out of breath from being able to show affection for each other, forgetting where you were. Daniel, shot you and Adam a curious look, but didn’t bother saying anything. Reluctantly, you pulled yourself off of Adams lap, making your way back to your trailer. There wasn’t anymore scenes for that day that you would need to be present for.

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The cast members, were doing interviews about the movie, doing press meet and greets. The most often question was for you and Adam. “Was it hard feeling, the scene?” or “Y/N, it looks like you and Adam, had real chemistry during the movie!”

Both of you tried your best to avoid ousting your relationship during the interviews, especially since the interviewers had been grilling you guys.

“Y/N.” Adam started from the other room, putting the finishing touch on his suit, “I don’t want to hide anymore.” 

Looking at him, you were struggling with the zipper of your dress.

“Turn around babe. Let me help.”

Following his instructions, you turned around. 

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Both you and Adam arrived at the red carpet. You hadn’t given him an answer from the conversation earlier, that night. Adam, was keeping his distance from you on the red carpet.

Deciding that you agreed with him, you made your way to him. He attention was on the interviewer, answering her question, he hadn’t heard you walk up to him. 

“Well I think -mph.”

He was cut off once you, took a hold of his jaw, turning his head towards you, planting your lips on his, kissing him. He was stunned for a few seconds before he responded, placing his hands on your hip, briefly, deepening the kiss. Once again, Adam had taken over your senses, not noticing where you were, or what you were doing.

“Are you getting this?”

Suddenly, you pulled away from Adam, earning a whimper from the towering muscular man above you. He had followed you, as you tried pulling away, bringing his lips back to yours keeping contact with them.

The sound of someone clearing their throat finally got Adams attention. Pulling back from you, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“No going back.” You whispered, grinning from ear to ear.

Returning your smile, he murmured, “No going back.”

[myfeetkeepdancing]

What if I requested a Tom fic where they’re at SDCC doing a panel and he introduces everybody to his lovely boyfriend in the middle of it 🥰 (also hi I love your stuff and you’re a delight skdhhsj) - jaws

"Babe, you're glowing." Tom looks at you with a caring expression. "C'mere." Encircling his strong arms around your shuddering figure, pulling you into his comforting embrace. Tom was the only one able to give such incredible hugs. So passionate and caring. It felt safe and so incredibly comforting. Something you could use right now. That feeling of the world collapsing under your feet right here was daunting. Your knees trembling, hands clammy, and throat dry.

 "Two minutes to go." The woman interrupted. She was just doing her job. Deep down, you knew that. But if a look could kill...

 You felt your heart racing like crazy. So many things were going through your mind. "Look at me, babe." Tom's calm, soothing voice brings you back to reality. Holding you by your shoulders. "This is going to be the best day of our lives. Trust me."

 "A-Aren't you nervous?" The words fall stuttering from your lips.

 "No, not all." His hands move down your figure, pulling you in by your hips. Your gaze captivated by his cheeky smile. "I… have been looking forward to his moment since forever." His loving eyes drawing you in. "Because I want the world to see-" Bringing your lips close to his. "-how much I love you." Kissing you soft and tender. "I don't wanna hide our love behind walls and curtains made of out of lies." He smiles. "No, I wanna be able to love you like anybody else can. Show it with pride."

 "T-Tom…" You're only able to mutter, feeling the tears well in your eyes. The pads of his fingers softly caress your cheeks.

 "Please don't cry." He mutters, trying to suppress his quivering lips. "You know I cry easily."

His eyes turning red as well. "I love you so much."

 Sharing a deep and passionate kiss. Before you hear his name being shouted over and over again. His lips part from yours, as you look into his loving eyes. "I love you, Tom."

He quickly rubs his eyes clean as the makeup artist corrects the last bits here and there.

 "I love you." Hugging you again.

 "It's gonna be fine, mate." Harrison's voice was barely hearable over the crowd, cheering. "You're meant for each other." He pats your shoulder. Hiding backstage behind the curtains, you peak at Tom walking onto the stage, waving and smiling. You feel the sweat gushing like a waterfall from your armpits.

 Although Tom and you had discussed it time and time again. Coming to the conclusion that this was the moment to announce your relationship to the world. On the one hand, an extremely proud moment. From day one, you wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Carve it into every tree, write it on every scrap of paper. Tom Holland was your boyfriend. But on the other, also a horrifying moment. Not everyone is as accepting as you'd hope. In all the years, coming out isn't as normal as we'd hoped. It's still being frowned upon. And the worst of all, being treated differently.

 But Tom didn't mind. Tom was always treated differently since being famous. Not in the wrong way. But he had warned upfront; nothing can prepare you for fame. It changes so much. Yet, Tom didn't. You admired him for that. You'd hope that you'd stay the same too. But Tom reassured you. He believed in you. He trusted you. He wanted the world to know. He wanted the world to see. And the moment was right around the corner. As the adrenaline pumped with vast quantities through your veins. Minutes go by — grueling minutes. As if you could hear every second tick on the clock.

 You don't pay attention to the questions. Nor the stories that were shared. Only the sound of your heart pounding between your ears. Gaze fixed on Tom. He seemed so relaxed. Until a moment of silence in the panel appeared. It happened naturally. And Tom took that moment with both hands. "Alright, everyone!" Jumping up from his seat. "I have an announcement to make." Gesturing the others to silence with a hand gesture. But the crowd began cheering and clapping, taking a while to calm down.

 "First of all, I want to thank everyone close to me that knew of this secret. And has kept it that way for a long time. Because, it has been difficult." Tom pauses for a moment, biting his lower lip as he peeks back at you. The crowd grows unusually rowdy.

 "This is about a person. A very special person. Which I have been together for almost two years now." And the crowd wasn't going to calm down any moment. Letting the moment sink in. "Sixteen days short, to be precise." He grins. "I can say that, we faced difficult times. It wasn't easy for both of us. I'm not easy. Believe me. I'm away quite a lot. Spend countless hours on set, traveled to many countries. But this person has always been there for me. Every step of the way. Day and night. Picked me up whenever I felt down. Helped me shape into the person that I am to this day. I owe this person everything." You see his smile stretching even further and further.

 "I do... And I truly hope, that each and every one of you, here and at home. That you will find someone that loves you as this person loves me." Followed by a ooh's and aw's from the crowd. "Because I want the world to meet (Y/N)."

 That was the signal. Your legs started moving without thinking about it. All eyes turn your way. But you only see Tom. Blinding flashes of cameras. The noise of the crowd was unheard of. And the crowd goes absolutely wild as you walk further onto the stage.

 "He-…!" He yells into the microphone, trying to speak over the loud crowd. Opening his arms up to you. "-is the love of my life. My everything. My true one. My boyfriend!"

 The response is overwhelming. You fall into Tom's arms. Struggling not to let your tears of joy run freely. You wave and smile. Before the crowd demands a kiss. And before you can react. Tom turns to you, holds you by both cheeks, and plants his soft lips onto you. Thinking the crowd couldn't get any louder, was absurd. It's deafening. The cheers and smiles of people. You can barely see the people in the front row. But the only faces you see are in tears of joy. You don't understand why. But they keep blowing kisses your way. It's all new and overwhelming. Together with Tom, you pose a few times. Before getting the microphone handed to you by Tom. "You wanna say something?"

 You nod and smile. Tom stays close to you. Like always. His arms reach around you. A lot of cheering and aahs followed. You scrape your throat, feeling the nerves race again. "I-… I wanna thank everyone for this heartwarming welcome. It's all a little overwhelming, but I'm relieved to be received like this. It means a lot to me. And ehm-..."

 "We love you!" Someone from the crowd interrupts your moment of stuttering. And you can't help but smile at this sudden reaction as the crowd cheers you on. Tom kissing you on the cheek.

 "Told you." He whispers in your ear, turning you back to the chairs.

 "Finally!" You hear the cast members shout in harmony as you turn around. "Finally, we're able to share the stories about the two of you." Anthony gasps in relief.

 Then you notice every seat had been taken. You gaze for a moment, where to sit. Did they forget? You feel the eyes of thousands of people burn into your back. Connecting with Tom's eyes, you notice that playful spark and smirk on his face.

 "No, no." He says, extending his arm around your waist, before pulling you in. "You're sitting on my lap, darling." Followed by a burst of laughter all around. "I wanna make sure no one runs off with you."

 "Never let go, Holland. Because you'll never find one like this again." RDJ smiles. "I tell you guys, you wouldn't believe half the things I've seen with those. Best couple!"

 "It's true." Chris piles on. "Tom is a good guy, in every way. But he-..." Pointing towards you. "Is the sweetest, kindest, and loveable person I've met."

 "Oh, you should have seen these two on set." Sebastian jokes. "(Y/N) even got us pizzas when we're shooting late."

 "And provided Tom with juice boxes, of course." Anthony grins.

 "Dont forget the coffees he brought, Anthony."

 "Oh! That's another thing! He remembers each and every ones preferred coffee. It's damn impressive."

 "The way we found out. It's so funny. (Y/N) came backstage. It's during a break, everyone having a coffee and such. Except for Tom, he gets handed a fresh brew of tea. And to thank (Y/N), he just turns in, and takes him right on the lips. At the time, we thought (Y/N) was part of the crew. We just didn't know!

 "I still remember that look on (Y/N)'s face. His eyes shot wide open, looking at everyone, face coloring red, and Tom not aware of anything. And we just sat there in silence, dumbstruck."

 "And then Tom's reaction, when Robert started clapping at the end."

 "Oh yeah, Tom completely freaking out, begging us to keep it a secret."

 "Come on, guys…" Tom protests, scratching the back of his neck.  "I eh…" He giggles and murmurs.

 "Finally, we're able to share those pictures." Chris pulls out his phone. "Check this one out." Holding his screen to the camera. All attention goes the big screen behind you, as the picture gets in focus. A huge picture of you and Tom fills the screen. You and Tom cuddled up together, somewhere backstage. Followed by one of Tom looking at you with big heart eyes, while you do something. Most of the pictures you can't even remember where or when they were taken. And so followed a slideshow of pictures centered on you and Tom. The first ones were awkward to watch, but a sense of joy and sympathy hang about. Sitting on Tom's lap. Your arm around his neck. Sharing stories and telling jokes. You barely noticed the crowd was there. You knew each one of the actors on stage. And had something in common or shared a story with. It felt like a family.

 "Conclusion, rainbows and unicorns are born when these two make love. Adorable!" Robert teases.

"And yes, Holland, I've seen those fogged windows of your trailer."

 You and Tom's face shoot bright red. "This is so embarrassing." Tom giggles, burying his face in your lap.

 "And it wasn't particularly cold outside." He jokes. "No, seriously. In all weirdness and awkwardness. They're the best. They deserve the world. And much more! I love 'em!"

 "Just to be clear, if anyone got a problem with these two…" Robert exclaims. "You better tell me right know, cause-..."

 "...-Tell us you mean." Benedict adds before letting Robert continue speaking. And all the rest of the crew nod in agreement.

 Tom scraping his voice. "Ehm…" His cheeks still bright red, biting his lower lip as he looks at you. Thinking about what he wants to say, suppressing half a smile. "Small announcement. After this, I'll be taking a break."

 "Not from filming." You chime in.

 "Not at all. But I'll be taking a longer break than usual. I've always wanted to travel the world. There is so much to explore. So much to see. So much to experience. It's fun to do with friends. But now, I'm finally able to this will the love of my life. Together with this beauty here." Kissing you on the cheek. "I can't wait." He smiles. "Thanks everyone! Thank you for everything! It means the world to me. I… mean us."

 And so began a trip during months. Stretching far and wide across the globe. Going on road trips and attending parties. Drinking and dining in the best restaurants. Discovering beautiful little hole in the walls. Breakfast in bed. Enjoying a relaxing moment on a quiet beach. A long walk through the mountains. Traveling by boat. A night out in a bristling city, or a drink in a local pub in a quiet little town. Diving at coral reefs. Sleeping in a tent. Or a remote log cabin in the dense forests of Mother Nature.

 Together you've seen it all.

 Experienced it together.

 Together.

[thgfanficinspo]

Fear of the Water - 17

Annie is released from the hospital for the televised recap of her Games.

(too much fluff)

Fear of the water Chapter 1 - Coriolanus One-shot - Jonsa - my AO3

(ANNIE)

More doctors come to talk to me. They say they’re not regular doctors but head doctors but I don’t care and I don’t talk to them. They say that the film people need footage of me reuniting with my mentors. And I have to be wearing my uniform in it.

Mags is on her feet before I can even sob. She’s shouting at them or growling at them and I hold onto Finnick because he won’t let them take to I don’t want them to take me I’m afraid because I can’t put the clothes back on they’ll try to put me back in the arena I wore them in the arena I can’t go back there don’t make me go back there . . .

Finnick wants to argue with the doctors rather than letting Mags do it because he gets tense and he doesn’t want her to have to fight but he lets her do it cause he can’t leave me because he’s the only one that anybody listens to and he doesn’t want me to get hurt and I don’t want to get hurt and I don’t want him to go.

Mags wins the argument, and the film crew trudges out. Mags comes back and sits on the side of my bed. She says I don’t have to worry now and I should get some rest.

It’s another night before they let me leave. I don’t remember falling asleep or waking up but I know I must have.

I hang on to Finnick with both hands when we walk cause I don’t want to get separated cause what if I can’t find him again and I get lost in the trees and what if I can’t find my way out.

I don’t look where we’re going because I have to count how many steps it is from the hospital room to the apartment. I lose track at one point because Proteus is saying how he’s got this snack ready for when we get back to the apartment and – and – and –  it’s ruined it’s ruined I have to start over and over and over it’s ruined I have to it’s ruined and it’s like fire ants crawling on my skin my skin doesn’t fit me right because my skin doesn’t fit me right I have to it’s ruined it’s ruined . . .

Finnick starts saying things saying soft things saying nice things but I can’t hear the words through my hands cause they’re over my ears but he keeps saying and then it’s a number he’s saying a number. He was keeping count of my steps, too.

My skin is still crawling with a hundred million bugs but it’s not as bad because I have the number. I ruined it but Finnick fixed it. So now it’s okay.

He counts our steps out loud with me the rest of the way so I don’t lose my place again.

I think maybe I forgot what the apartment looks like because it doesn’t feel familiar when I walk into it, like I’ve actually been there. More like when you dream about a place and it’s just a bit wrong but you don’t realize until you wake up. It is clean and empty. No people.

The dining table is set for a meal; I’m happy that we go straight there instead of breaking off or going into our rooms. Mags sits at the head of the table. I sit on her right and Finnick sits on my right. He pulls out our chairs for us and slides them back under the table once we sit down.

Proteus sets out a tray of pink triangles on the table before he takes his seat across from me. “Watermelon,” he says. “We don’t have anything like it back home.”

Finnick puts some on my plate before serving himself. “You’ll like it,” he assures me.

“Eat,” Proteus says. “You’ll feel better.”

But I don’t want to eat pink triangles. I pick the black seeds out one at a time with my stubby fingernails to count them. I get very absorbed in this because everything needs to be in order and be counted and everything needs to be in order. I come back out of my trance once the seeds are arranged in a perfect square and notice that there is a new fruit on the table. The fuzzy one that’s pink and orange. I don’t know who to thank for bringing them out so I don’t say anything.

The peach is sweet and juicy and happy and I have to smile while I eat.

Somebody comes out of the kitchen, walking slow. It’s the girl. The zombie girl the one with no tongue and nothing left a whole life scooped out and tossed away.

She sets a cup of tea down in front of me and smiles. I just stare at her. She’s a mutt now, isn’t she? Am I? She points at the tea and touches her throat with her hand. I touch mine, too.

“It’s to help your throat,” Mags explains. “It must still be sore.”

Greer’s eyes flicker to the ground and then back up to mine. She slinks back into the kitchen without turning around.

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate me My sister, little Ann-Marie, she gathered up the bones of me and tied them in a silken cloth to lay under the juniper Tweet, tweet! What a pretty bird am I!

We sit in the kitchen for a long time until there’s a knock at the door. “That’ll be your stylist,” Mags says to me. She puts her hand on top of mine and smiles. “Nothing to worry about.”

Somes opens the door.

The mean one, of course, who hates my forehead and my teeth and the one with green hair so bright that it hurts my eyes to look at and there’s the one that wants my hair. They go ahead into my room while Mags and Finnick talk with Beest, then we go into my room, too.

The team has started setting things up – the mean one is steaming a black dress on a freestanding hanger, the one with green hair is organizing some makeup on the table, and Pleased-as-Punch is suddenly bouncing over to me. I reflexively take a step back.

“Annie! Oh, it’s wonderful to see you. Beautiful as ever.” She reaches out at me and she’s going to grab me and to hit me and put her hand around my throat and squeeze and she’s going to make me hurt and I don’t want that and my hands crash into her shoulders and she loses her balance and crashes to the ground.

I want to run away but my mother she butchered me I can’t because we’re stuck in the buildings now my father he ate me because the sun and the rain and the flood is outside so it’s not safe to go out there.

I stumble backwards and knock into a wall – no, not a wall – Finnick Odair – and I hide behind him because he is big and solid and safe and he won’t let them. He won’t he won’t he won’t.

People are saying things and somebody is upset more than one somebody is upset. They’re shouting that there’s something wrong with me and what the hell did I do call a goddamn peacekeeper no call a doctor everybody calm down what the hell don’t tell us to calm down!

I stop hearing words. It’s just fuzzy sounds, like you’re hearing underwater. Underwater. In the flood. In the city. We’re in a city now. A city and someone wants to choke me. On top of me. And his eyes are brown until they pop and then they’re not anything.

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate me My sister, little Ann-Marie, she gathered up the bones of me and tied them in a silken cloth to lay under the juniper Tweet, tweet! What a pretty bird am I!

One of Finnick’s arms goes up and out like he’s telling somebody to stop or wait and his other arm comes around his back like a shell, partially shielding me but without touching me and that’s good cause I don’t want to be touched but I do want Finnick because he is big and solid and safe and he won’t let the hand choke me and he won’t let the water drown me and he won’t. He won’t he won’t he won’t.

(FINNICK)

I’m in a dressing room with my stylist and her assistants when one of Snow’s personal guards enters the room. The guards are handpicked Peacekeepers. They wear all black, including a long black coat, and have no visible weapons.

“Out,” says the guard.

My stylist ushers her helpers out of the room. She briefly outlines what she has left to do to get me ready before she runs off herself. I can see her deep, dramatic curtsey in the hall from the corner of my eyes. A few moments later, the president himself enters my room.

His smell, as always, announces his arrival. “Mr. Odair.”

“President Snow,” I say, dipping my head respectfully. I become conscious of the fact that I’m only half dressed. Maybe he wants to sample the goods for himself? No. He’s not that type of salesman. And though he facilitates it all the time, Snow doesn’t strike me as the sort of person that cares for prostitution in general. It seems too base for him.

“Leave us.” He doesn’t even look at the guard when addressing him. He sits down on the big leather sofa across from me and crosses his legs. “By all means, go on dressing.” I begin buttoning my shirt as he fusses with his white gloves. “Congratulations on your victor.”

“Thank you.”

“Your district will be very proud.”

“Yes, sir.”

“It has come to my attention that she may have some issues,” he says after a moment. Someone must’ve reported that she shoved one of her prep team to the ground.

“No. Not really.” Yes. Very much. “She’s just . . . having trouble adjusting.” And maybe that’s just what it is. But I don’t think so.

“The specific nature of her problems is not important at the present time,” Snow says. “It is important, however, that you keep your distance from her in the public eye.”

“I don’t understand.”

He sighs like he’s dealing with a child. “I understand you’re fond of her and perhaps even protective. Perfectly understandable given the situation. But you are not to interfere while she is on camera. You are not to help her, not to make any of it easier. That’s not the sort of man Finnick Odair is.”

No, the illustrious Finnick Odair is not that sort of man, even if plain old Finnick is. “I understand.”

“Good.” He stands and buttons his jacket. “Frankly, I am not concerned with what happens off camera, so long as no one sees it.”

“I don’t follow.”

“I’m sure.” He cracks a slightly amused grin, which quickly fades, and steps toward me. “Congratulations once again.” There’s blood on his teeth when he smiles.

I sit in the front row between Mags and Beest. Eefa and Proteus are on Mags’s other side, passing a flask back and forth and laughing. This is odd because Eefa doesn’t laugh and she doesn’t go out in public spaces where there are a lot of people. She must be just drunk enough to tolerate it. Eefa doesn’t enjoy many people, but she likes Proteus. I think it’s because he can be anything anybody wants him to be in any situation; Mags once described him as a shapeshifter. Broadsea is nowhere to be seen.

“The president came to see me,” I say to Mags.

“What did he want?” Mags whispers.

“He wanted me not to interfere with Annie. Not publicly, at least.”

Mags sighs. She doesn’t need me to explain it to her. “Well, that’s all right. I ought to be the one looking after her anyway. I would already if she’d let me. But she only seems to want you.”

I grunt in reply. I do want Mags to help. I think I need her to. I’d like to help Annie, but I really don’t know how. Mags knows what she’s doing. She’s helped all the victors adjust after their wins, not just the ones from District 4. It’s why so many of us are devoted to her, even broken ones like the drunks from 9, 11, and 12 and the addicts from 1 and 6.

I don’t know why Annie’s latched on to me. The only reason I can think of is that I’m the first one she saw when she woke up. She seems to think she’s in physical danger, too, so it makes sense that she’d prefer me. As maternal as Mags is, as comforting as she can be, she’s not in fighting shape anymore. But I’m big enough to hide behind and mean enough to scare people off and yes, if it comes down to it, I can fight better than anyone.

But I don’t know if she’s capable of thinking like that right now. I don’t think she is. It’s more like her subconscious made a snap decision to trust me and that was that.

“How did the rest of the prep go?” I ask.

“All right.” She sounds too tired to get into it right now.

“Not well,” Beest says at the same time. The lights in the auditorium dim and we all applaud. “At least she tired herself out by the end,” he hisses.

Annie comes out in a little black dress with pearls all over it. Pearls are woven into her hair, decorating her face and shoulders. I wonder if she’s wearing Mags’s hairpin. She would look beautiful if she weren’t so scared.

I don’t notice she’s barefoot until Beest starts cursing her under his breath for forgetting her shoes.

Music is playing and the crowd is cheering. Annie holds up her hand to shield her eyes from the lights that beat down on her. She shrinks away from the noise. Caesar somehow draws her over towards him without touching her and without her paying attention. She scans the crowd rapidly; when her eyes fall on me, the terror on her face is gone, though only for a fraction of a second.

Caesar tries to kiss her on the cheek, but she jumps back from him. The expression on her face is one of terror. Caesar laughs it off and invites her to sit in the heavy throne they’ve brought out for her. She climbs on and sits with her legs crossed, pushing the hem of the dress higher up her thighs. “I guess it was good she insisted on wearing shorts underneath the dress,” Mags says to Beest. He grumbles.

When the crowd calms down, Caesar is ready to ask a few warm-up questions. I’m sure the doctors as well as his higher-ups have given him instructions on what to say and how to behave since she’s been acting so strangely – actually, I don’t think I’ve heard her say a full sentence since she woke up. So Caesar’s questions are simple, mostly yes-or-no, but there’s some room to expand if Annie wants to. She doesn’t. In fact she remains totally silent throughout the interview. Doesn’t even shake her head or nod in reply. Just stares out at the lights and the audience and the cameras.

“Not very chatty, I understand, stage fright and all that,” Caesar says. “I used to suffer from it myself.”

The crowd vocalizes their disbelief.

“It’s true! Thankfully, though, there are pills for everything these days! Ha, ha, ha!” The crowd settles down and Caesar begins the interview. “Are you excited to go home?”

Annie starts gnawing on her nails.

“You have a brother, I understand. Your twin, yes?” Still nothing. “Well, I’m sure he’s very excited to see you.” Nothing. Caesar tries one or two more questions before he gives up.

The recap starts up and Annie stares blankly at the screen for the first forty minutes. She cringes and shuts her eyes during the bloodbath. She doesn’t open them again, but she somehow knows when the footage cuts to the image of her counting the bricks in her cave. When the Careers creep inside.

The real Annie pulls her knees against her chest and begins to sing under her breath.

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate me My sister, little Ann-Marie, she gathered up the bones of me and tied them in a silken cloth to lay under the juniper Tweet, tweet! What a pretty bird am I!

I can’t actually hear her over the broadcast, but her lips form the words like they’ve been doing for weeks and that song is front and center in my mind the way it has been since she first started singing,

The moment comes where Gad grabs Annie’s hair in the cave and all hell breaks loose.

Annie – the Annie here and now, not the one on television – shrieks. She presses her hands over her ears and curls in on herself and shrieks.

Everyone jumps a little. Caesar, ever the professional, attempts to pat Annie on the shoulder and draw her back to reality. Touching her only makes it worse. She jumps away from him so quickly that she knocks over her heavy chair; it makes a sound like thunder when it falls down on the ground beside her. She remains there, huddled on the floor. Slaps her hands over her ears again and screams and screams.

I rise to my feet and surge toward the stage before I remember that I’m not supposed to help her.

She’s on her knees on the ground. Violent tremors wrack her body. Her eyes are pressed shut, but I can tell she’s not sure quite where she is. “No, no, no, no, no!” she sobs. “NO!” Her voice is so high-pitched now that it cracks.

“Cut the feed!” Caesar commands one of his crew. “Keep the recap going but cut the feed of her!” He turns to the audience with a smile on his face. “Ladies and gentlemen, please just afford us a few moments of patience.”

A handful of peacekeepers and doctors rush on stage as the lights dim. One of the peacekeepers picks Annie up, which draws a new, bloodcurdling cry of fear from her lips. Her eyes are wild as they dart about the auditorium. She flails desperately, trying to force the peacekeeper to drop her. But he holds on.

Her hands fly out over and over, attempting to scratch and cut but she can only scrape the armor with her fingernails.

The curtains close around the stage, blocking Annie from view. Her screams turn to defeated moans and then stop altogether.

I’m still frozen, gripping the edge of the stage. Watching helplessly. Mags puts her hand on my shoulder. Her other hand covers her mouth and there are tears in her eyes.

Caesar is saying something to the crowd as I force my fingers to unlock and realize my hands are shaking so hard that they’re practically vibrating.

People usher me and the other victors from 4 out as the recap starts up again; I put my arm around Mags. They blast the sound so that people can’t talk over it.

We end up backstage with a hodge-podge of peacekeepers with their helmets off, stage hands, Avoxes, and doctors. Caesar Flickerman is getting his makeup redone. Only a few people seem to be panicking.

“What is happening?” Proteus speaks in a sharper tone than I’ve ever heard from him before. “Where is Annie?”

“Please lower your voice,” says a female peacekeeper. “Annie Cresta is being returned to the medical bay for testing.”

“Testing?” I repeat. My tone makes it sound like I’ve never heard the word before. “She’s already been discharged.”

“Please follow me to your quarters,” she says calmly. She shepherds us into our apartment. “Please remain here while you await instructions.”

Proteus whips up a light dinner in the kitchen while I try to drink myself to death. Around the fifth drink, Mags yanks the crystal tumbler from my hands. “Enough.”

Greer and Somes start bringing out plates of food arranged like artwork. Proteus comes in from the kitchen and tells Somes what wine to serve with the meal. We all sit around the table, put our napkins in our laps, rest our forearms on the edge of the table (never our elbows), and eat in silence.

I open the window in my bedroom to hear the city outside. Most windows in the training center don’t open at all – there’s always a risk of a tribute jumping out – but mine cracks four inches.

But there’s nothing. No cheering from below. Not even drunken shouting or cars or trams. Just silence.

It’s a few hours before they summon us to the hospital. I try my hardest to sleep in the meantime but I just wind up staring at the ceiling.

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In-between the Flames: Part 1

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, with the help of a few coworkers, you finally make your great escape. Will you find happiness where you least expect it or will your past catch up to you?

Pairing: Eddie x Reader x Buck

Word count: 1242

Warnings: Abusive relationship, a few curse words

Thank you @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ for being my beta and just being amazing.

Working at the 118 the last few years had been interesting to say the least. Becoming a firefighter wasn’t what you had wanted to do with your life but you couldn’t say you were mad about it. You loved the job, whether it be fighting a fire, rescuing someone from a trench, or simply getting a cat out of a tree. Needless to say, work was going great for you.

However, your home life wasn’t as great. You had been with your boyfriend for two, going on three years. Honestly, you had stopped keeping track after the first incident with him. It started out great, he was a perfect gentleman, so sweet and romantic. Unfortunately, once you moved in together, you were introduced to a totally different side of him. He wasn’t as sweet and gentle as you once thought.

The first time it happened, you had come home late after a long shift, a little too late for his liking. He met you at the door and his fist met your jaw. Over the years you had become a pro at hiding the bruises underneath layers of makeup. Despite trying to leave multiple times, he always found you and drug you home. 

No one at work suspected a thing, or so you thought. It wasn’t until you dove into a pool to save a drowning child that Eddie first caught sight of how swollen and gruesome your left eye really was. You hadn’t noticed him staring, you were too busy doing chest pumps to worry about anything else at the moment. You also didn’t notice him pulling Bobby aside when you got back to the station, both men glancing in your direction as you made your way to the showers.

Later that evening, Bobby called you into his office. You assumed he wanted your account of things for the report he was writing regarding the earlier call. Sitting down in front of him you saw the serious yet worried look sprawled across his face. 

“Y/N…”, he started and then trailed off, “It has been brought to my attention that you have a nasty looking bruise on your eye and I wouldn’t be a good captain if I didn’t make sure everything was okay.”

You stared at him like a deer in headlights trying to form a believable enough lie.

“Oh - uh… I fell into the doorknob a couple of nights ago when I got home… I was super tired, ya know? It had been a long shift and my legs just couldn’t carry me anymore apparently” you smiled and gave a fake laugh before looking away.

Judging by the look on his face, you knew he wasn’t buying it. 

“Okay, now try telling me the truth this time. You’re not in trouble or anything.” he gave you a concerned look.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded looking down. Before you knew it, everything just came spewing out of you. In between sobs you told him about your boyfriend and what had been going on. You didn’t like to cry in front of people and you felt ridiculous crying in front of your captain, but you knew what was going on at home needed to stop.

When you were finished, Bobby stared at you for a while not saying anything. He allowed you to catch your breath before speaking again.

“I figured that’s what was going on, and we have a solution,” he said.

Before you could ask who “we” was, there was a knock on the office door. Announcing that they could come in, Bobby shot you a big smile. When Eddie walked through the door you were mortified. The last thing you wanted or needed was for all your coworkers to know what was going on. 

“I’ll let you tell him what you told me and he will tell you our plan.” Bobby smiled and stood up, leaving you and Eddie alone in the office.

For the second time, you explained your situation, this time with fewer tears and less snot.

“Y/N, when I saw that bruise… I have to admit I was shocked and more than a little angry. I can’t imagine anyone hitting you like that. You’re just so… sweet.” Eddie gave you a quick smile before continuing, “Our solution to your problem, if you’re interested, is to move you out of that shit-bag’s house and into mine. I know it might be a little weird because we work together but at least you would have some protection. We could even get Buck to start staying over too, we just want you to be safe.”

You were speechless, he was offering to protect you. You had never experienced that type of generosity from a man before, it almost seemed foreign. Chewing on your bottom lip you found the courage to look Eddie in the eyes. He was being sincere and you honestly believed him and Buck would do everything in their power to protect you.

“Okay… okay. Yeah, let’s do it. Eddie, I cannot even begin to tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me,” you let out a shaky breath and produced a small smile. “I don’t have a lot of stuff, just my clothes and books so I shouldn’t take up much room.”

Standing in tandem, Eddie pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to sink into the hug for a brief moment. Biting your lip again, you tried your best to push aside the anxious feelings you were having. You knew you needed to get away from your boyfriend but it seemed almost impossible. You also knew if he found you again, it would be worse than any of the times before. This time you’d be living with Eddie and you knew that wouldn’t go over well.

It didn't take long to feel at home in Eddie’s house. It had now been a few months since you left your now ex-boyfriend and you hadn’t heard much from him. You were able to find a comfortable routine with Eddie and Buck. It began to just feel natural for you to be sandwiched in between the two wherever you were. Even Christopher seemed to enjoy having you around to play games and watch movies with. 

It wasn’t until you and the crew were out on a vehicle fire that you became concerned. The Jeep just happened to be exactly like Buck’s. Even Eddie joked around with Buck asking him “how pissed he would be if it had been his Jeep instead”. It had been an obvious arson, the culprit didn’t try to cover it up. The next day, around the same time, another vehicle fire was dispatched out. Arriving on scene, you saw flames shooting out of a vehicle that bore resemblance to Eddie’s this time. It was then that you couldn’t deny it, your ex knew and was coming for you. 

Back at the station you told the guys what you thought was going on. However, your conversation was cut short by shouts coming from the engine bay. A very familiar voice was echoing around the large open room yelling. The bile rose in your throat and you knew your ex was there to cause trouble. Eddie and Buck were already on the move, nodding to Bobby who grabbed his phone to make a call.

[carryonmywaywardwriters]

One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Six! If you’d like to be tagged, please send an ask or message. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Unrequited feelings. Sexual awareness. Guilt. Use of a currently nonsingle actress, but I love her. So...she’s here. Next chapter starts the steamy side of things ;)

Word Count: Roughly 2,900

The set was solemn as you walked onto it. Two sets of tiny hands tangled with yours as a third held onto your hip. Making your way to the guillotine slowly. Aware that cameras were rolling just around the bend.  

“And we just wanted you to hear from us that, um...” Jensen's voice was strong as Jared cleared his throat beside him. However, as you approached, you saw the strain all three men were under. All eyes were red. Puffy from the tears. The other two hunched around Jensen as if he were their rock. “Although we're excited about er...next year? Um...I...It will be, uh...” He looked towards Misha. Arms crossed over his chest as he talked, “the finale.”

Suddenly, you'd understood why Jared had texted you. Suggesting that the kids may be the boost Jensen needed to get through the day. Your heart broke all over again as a sniffle echoed from the side. Another broken crew member trying to hold themselves together.

No one made said a word as the men finished the beginning of their goodbye to their life's longest work. As soon as they were done? Applause rang through the air. The support in the room overwhelming with its intensity.

“Is Daddy okay?” Arrow's voice was soft as she watched in confusion. Brows pinched together tightly.

You didn't get a chance to answer before Justice Jay spoke up, “No...he's sad.” Her eyes moved up to meet yours. “But, Y/N will make him feel better. That's what she does.”

“Go hug him, Y/N!” Zeppelin insisted, lips tugged down. Upset at his father's pain.

“That's your job, kiddo.” Ruffling his hair, you urged them forward. It didn't take much prodding. As soon as the green eyes caught sight of the three children rushing his way, they lit up.

Your hands stuffed into your back pockets as you followed. Keeping your distance. As if they'd truly not let you be part of the fray. Jared tugged you under his arm as soon as you were within reach. Rubbing his knuckles into your hair affectionately. “Nice of you to answer your texts.”

“I figured you were on set,” A pinch to his ribs gave you a rewarding yelp from the giant. But, the glee only lasted a moment. “How're you holding up?” Growing serious, you looked up at the overgrown child. Fingers cocked under his chin to make sure he didn't turn away from your gaze.

“I'll be alright,” The shadows under his eyes said otherwise. But, the grumbling from Misha had you passed around before you could protest. Demanding a real answer.

Jensen watched as you were lifted into the bubbly man's grasp. Laughing at your long lost friend. Misha had a thing about adopting the unusual. And you fit right into the pack.

“Daaaaaad!” The drawn out cry forced his attention back to Zeppelin as both girls snuck off to hunt down the makeup crew and demand their annual glitz and glammer day. “You need to hug, Y/N!”

“I...I ne...need to what?” His held tilted as he crouched down to his son's level. To not only talk man on man, but to ensure his voice didn't carry as far.

“She gives nice hugs. She'll make you feel better.” Earnest as always, the boy tugged on his hand. Concern etched on his mini's brow as he stormed on in his mission. “Trust me, I know.”

“Oh, do you?” A firm nod was the answer. Lips puckered as he inspected the red in his father's eyes. “I bet you learned to give some pretty great hugs yourself, then.”

“They're okay.” The tiny shrug brushed it off. Still zeroed in on the idea that you'd save the day. Kicking at the ground all the while.

Jensen chuckled before reaching out to tug the boy into his arms. Zeppelin let out a giggle for the ages as he wrapped his tiny arms into a vice grip around the thick neck in front of him. “See? Told you.”

His eyes closed as he breathed in the moment. Squeezing his son tight. As if that would hold his life together. When they opened again, the E/C gaze was on him. A small nod your way said it all. An answering bob his way had his lips pulled up.

The day passed by in a blur of emotion. Social medias were lighting up from the announcement. Fans around the world mourning as much as the cast and crew. All three kids were out cold. Tucked into their beds in the lavish apartment. Sighing, you settled down on the couch. Rubbing at your eyes sleepily.

“Hey,” You yawned out without even looking as Jensen walked in. A muttered curse and small crash followed as he tried to tug his footwear off without bending. When you turned to see if he would make it, you found him looking worse than you felt. “I was starting to think you got lost.”

“Long day.” That much you understood. Slowly, you patted the tan material of the couch beside you. As he sank down into the fabric with a deep sigh, you passed him your own unopened beer. Knowing just a bit of relaxation made up for some of the struggles. “Thanks.”

“You good?”

“Not really.” The defeated huff had you looking over every line on his face. You knew the strained expression well. Grief had risen its head again. “I'm just tired. I'll be fine.” Silence stretched between you two. Tense and heavy. Then, the dam burst. Only, it was the furthest thing you'd expected to hear. “I've got a date next week.”

Excitement was the last thing you felt at those words. But, you weren't what was important in that moment. “You don't sound very happy about it.”

“Aren't you supposed to say 'congratulations' or something like that?” He huffed out. Surliness over ruling the sad. “Ya know, supportive?”

“I was just making an observation.” The unimpressed frown had you letting out your own, exasperated breath of air. “Okay, okay, fine. I'll leave that alone.” Against your better judgment, you crossed your legs. Turning to face him better, you decided if you were going to play the role of therapist? You might as well do it properly. Start where he wanted to. “Who's the girl?”

“Gemma Chan.” As you pulled out your phone, the head tilt of confusion was aimed your way. “What-”

“If I have to do the encouraging friend thing? I gotta do what women do best...research.” Captain Marvel. Crazy Rich Asians. She was bigger screen than him, certainly. Gorgeous. Just a few years younger than his forty three years. Single for a little over a year. There wasn't anything notable to find fault with, there. “Damn... how'd you land her?”

“Cliff had Jared and Gen set me up.” When your brow lifted in question, he diverted from the details further. Skittering back to where he wanted it. Only telling you in more ways that he was hiding at least one thing. “Anyways, I could use more of that support stuff right about now.” He waved you on.

“She seems like...a lot.” His exasperation at your answer was quickly cut off by the rest. “But, you're great, Jensen. Okay? You have the perfect kids. A hell of a resume of your own. Don't look half bad...” The last one earned the breathy, sheepish chuckle you'd been going for. His chin tucking down to touch his chest as his hand ran through his hair. “Even if it doesn't work out? It's not the end of the line. There's a whole world out there outside of this one girl.” A gentle squeeze of his bicep had him straightening up on the couch, “And if you're worried about what Danneel would think?” He hid it well. But, you caught the flash of it at the name. Vulnerability. He was losing his show. But, with the date? He was also losing another tie to his dead wife. You were certain that the pain you'd seen stemmed from all that loss. “Don't, Jay... She'd just want you and the kids happy. Okay? That's the goal, here.” He swallowed tightly. Nodding in agreement. “Good.”

--

“What do ya think?” Jensen turned to the small crowd on the black couch; showing off the brown leather jacket and black tie combo he'd thrown together over jeans.

“It's a no from me.” Justice Jay had no qualms about speaking her mind. She leaned back into the couch with a squinted up expression that looked so much like her mom that you had to bite back a smile. The whole thing was pulled off perfectly with the neon green head band she'd taken from her mom's closet years before. Offsetting the pink t-shirt she'd just grown into.

“Arrow?” Size had nothing to do with personality. The tiny little beauty had dressed herself in a pair of overalls. A bright yellow shirt rested under the jeans. Too loud pink frilled around her from the tutu wrapped around her hips. A red and a black sock covered her swinging feet. Neon green sunglasses rested on her nose. In order to bring the outfit together, she donned a sky blue bow in her fine hair. Looking every bit as solemn as she could, the tiny, rainbow themed child shook her head no; lips pursed into a frown. “Oh, who asked you?” The grumble earned a giggle that made Jensen roll his eyes. “What about you, Zep?”

“Dad...” The actor's mini-me stated very seriously. Folding his hands onto his grass stained knee. Oblivious to the ravioli crested dinosaur on his chest. “I love you.” That earned a raised brow. “But,” Kid or not, Zeppelin went right for the throat, “you need to work on your style.”

It was as if they'd all stabbed him through the heart. His hand rubbed over his chest. Brows furrowed as he took in the beings he'd helped create. Their own fashion statements blasphemy to the outside world as they shot him down. “You're all monsters.”

“It's just casual, right?” You asked from your perch on the floor. Turning away from the puzzle the kids had abandoned half an hour before to save the last shred of dignity on the actor.

“Right,” He was full of nervous energy. Shifting from foot to foot as you inspected his choice in clothes. His squared jaw was smooth from the fresh shave. Too spic and span for your liking.

“Lose the tie, drop a few buttons, and channel Dean. You'll be golden.” With that, you moved back to the puzzle. Forgetting about anymore of that extra bit encouragement he'd asked for when he'd told you about the night out. A deep tug of a frown graced his lips.

Jensen watched the way your fingers trailed across the pieces of cardboard. Pulling together the image of a raven carefully. The same way you seemed to go forward with everything. When did you ever really let loose in your life? Even a little?

“Dad! You're still blocking the TV,” Arrow finally spoke up. Not wanting to miss a second of her precious Rapunzel. Pulling him from his thoughts.

“Right,” He turned away, tugging off the offending tie like you'd suggested. Glancing at the clock to his right, again. The night was supposed to change his life. Get his mind back to reality instead of every lewd image it'd created of the nanny, as Cliff had said. His bodyguard had laid out the perfect plan. It was just a matter of pursuing it. “Alright, there's an hour until bed time-”

“Yes, daddy.” A mocking tone was nothing compared to the words themselves. His breath caught in his throat. The very reason he'd found himself about to go out lingering in the air. “I know the routine,” You chastised without looking his way. Sounding more like an exasperated mother than a nanny. “Go. Have fun on...” You glanced back his way. Knowing that he wasn't ready to let the kids in on what was happening. Quickly, you fixed your wrong. “With your friend.”

Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, Jensen walked away. Muttering to himself to quell the nerves. It didn't stop as he paced to locate his phone and keys. Didn't even end when he shouted a final goodbye.

When the door finally shut behind him, you let out your breath. In Austin, you could escape his allure easier. Remind yourself that while they cared for you, you were ultimately a side piece in the family. But, in Canada? Things were more cramped. Intimate.

Hanging out on set. In the trailers. Being in the next room over from the father you needed to escape at nights. Torture didn't begin to describe it. So close. And yet, ever out of reach.

The announcement of the ending had only drawn more attention towards the cast and their families. Everyone trying to see what came next. And with that? Came the attacks.

Every kind of conspiracy theory existed. You'd be the next beard for J2. The cast and crew didn't give two shits about your existence, but needed the attention your closeness to Jensen could give them. How you used Jay's grief to trap him into some kind of toxic web. Posts existed about which child you favored and why. Bets on who'd end up in boarding school once the show ended.

You should have ignored them. None of them had any credibility. There wasn't one of them who could say they knew any of you personally. And yet, every one of them dug under your skin. Settling into a poisonous knot in your stomach.

Worriedly, you turned back to the door. Imagining what would happen if he were caught by a photographer. TMZ had eaten his wife's death up. Announcing it a mere hour after it had happened. A grieving widower moving on would be the perfect desert for them.

Shaking away the thoughts, you got to your feet. Ignoring the way Oscar's head shot up at the jerky movement. Sitting around and waiting was useless. There were things to clean. Time to kill.

Ten minutes after tucking the kids into bed, you heard the door click open. Icarus' head lifted from your lap as you turned to see Jensen stroll in. Looking like he'd been through the ringer. For the second time in the span of days, you found yourself about to nurture the head of the house.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” He sighed out. Unzipping his jacket sharply. When it was off, he tossed it haphazardly across the room. Not caring that it landed on the floor.

“Right...” The dirty look you got made you roll your eyes. You picked up the aging cockapoo from your lap. Moving close to the grumpy giant, and placing the snowy pooch in his owner's arms. “Sit down. Cuddle the dog. I'll be right back.”

“Wha-”

“Just do it, Ackles. Trust me!” You ordered. Walking away to raid the kitchen. A few minutes later, you found him less agitated. His hands running over the freshly groomed coat as he rested on the couch. “Take this. And then when you're ready? Spill the dirt.” Your legs tucked under you as you passed him a mug of tea.

“Thanks,” His voice was still gruff. But most of the tension had left his shoulders. After a moment, he finally opened up. Venting about the awkward silence. The pained, overly polite smiles. Everything that fit the fating scene. “Maybe it's too soon,” Jensen leaned back against the couch. Making himself cozy in the habit that had developed between you two.

“Or maybe she just wasn't right for you,” It was a relief to say it. But, you felt for the guy all the same. Dating sucked. “Or,” Being the good guy sucked even more, “maybe she was just as nervous as you were.” He seemed to think that one over. Nodding as if he agreed. “Drink up, kid. You have work tomorrow.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” He groaned out, taking another sip of hot liquid. “So...what about you?”

It was ridiculous how many butterflies swarmed inside of you when his eyes turned your way, “What about me?”

“You aren't gonna find someone if you never go out,” At that, your shoulders drooped a bit. Plopping back against the couch in an almost pout. “It's true, ya know.”

“I know,” You refused to look over at him. Pondering over everything. “What made you decide it was time?” The question had been just another thing eating at you.

“I just...” He wouldn't explain it all. Couldn't. That'd involve coming clean about every look your way. “I miss the little things, ya know? Waking up to a smiling face and all that jazz. I don't...” His throat worked as he talked. “I don't wanna be alone.”

Silently you absorbed everything he'd said. The fragile crack in his voice. Pain in each note. Relating to it more than he knew. Me either, Jay...Me either.

Part Seven

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[madamecaos]

Just co-stars

where Harry is in a movie and Y/N is his co-star and romantic interest.

Warning: a bit of angst, maybe fluff.

Just co-stars

“... Yes, it has been a lovely experience.” Harry, more than gratified with his answer, got comfortable into the lightweight chair, wireless mic hidden between the ruffles of his white prominent blouse. 

You never being the one fall behind, followed suit.

The movie ratings had gone splendidly, the audience loving the instant connection between the young pair that played a stranded couple on the verge of divorce in a rom-com, if one could call it that since it’s plot didn’t derive of comedy. Their genuine like for each other obliged with every checklist within the genre; like-able, clumsy-ish and yet, relatable, or at least you read in the latest Teen Vogue article.

“It couldn’t have gone better.” You added into the conversation and the interviewer fleetly shuffled through her cue cards until landing on her next question.

The same bit of the same scene had to be repeated several times and already the sun of the next dawn was peeking through the bleary sash window. Enervation suffocated the atmosphere that encompassed through the crews’ bones and your eyelids, irritation running through every sentence and every word, even if scripted.

It was a tight fit and only the main crew, sound, camera and lighting were allowed in, other than you and Harry of course. A little apartment simulating the look of an impoverished studio in New York city found the main couple stranded between what they said and what they truly meant… oddly relatable.

Usually emotions coming from real places in your life helped you convey of faux ones, even if unrelated. This time, it was the opposite. 

You kept messing up the words, failing to comply with the emotion of the scene and the director was set on getting the perfect shot, a sequence of a fight and then a superficial reconciliation between the characters. 

In the end, it was mostly your fault at this point, even if that little stubborn part of yours tried to blame Harry just a little bit.

In a cold night on November, one of the producers set a little barbecue for the cast to bond and to know each other better before filming. This was set to be your first big project, only student films and local theater as your experience. 

Everyone, even the biggest Hollywood names had been overly friendly to you, especially Harry, who you surprisingly met before knowing you had the role in the audition.

After several table readings, he slightly kept you apart from others, arms around your shoulders or your hips, cold thick rings digging into your flesh lightly until they became warm for being close to you for too long. 

An improvised little bonfire was set in the middle of the reunion and Harry, as his usual affection, had his left arm around your shoulders, fingers undeniably tugging a curl around his fingers.

You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation around you, several drinks into your system and the fire in front of you romanticizing the cold night with flickering lights.

“So what now? ‘Will travel alone?” Ryan, one of the director’s assistant who had indubitably invited himself, tried to keep up with the light chat around him.

“I’m almost 30. I have to enjoy my free years while I can” He lowly commented to Ryan, a gray beret hiding rumpled curls that reached the slight stubble.

You felt yourself pulling away not knowing if he noticed.

Sometimes, in most cases, anger over hurt felt better. 

Anger meant blindness, realization and the possibility of nulling an attachment that wasn’t really there and yet, this bitterness didn’t feel yours. 

“All right, we’ll try this again. We have to finish this before the sun is completely out or we’ll have to do this tomorrow.” The director tilted his head down and promptly looked at you through the upper rim of his glasses. “We good?”

A nod was your only response and handed the script to the makeup artist lightly powdering your face for the seventh time this night, well, now morning. 

Harry stood up from the hole-covered maroon loveseat and went back to the center of the dimly lit living room, steps slightly shuffling over the burgundy aged carpet.  After that night filled with drinks and some indirect confessions, he hadn’t felt the need to interact with you outside of his line of work, other than niceties of a coworker being polite.

He was looking at you and for someone who’s overly expressive, he looked emotionless.

He was looking at you like he knew.

You returned his stare and got into position. 

“And action!” The director sat back and the room went silent.

“I came to find you.” Harry, in comparison to other takes, looked exhausted.

“Then, you found me.” You went towards the cabinet to serve yourself a drink as directed. “Want one?”

“No, I…”

You expected his line, one of the-if not the- easiest of his dialogue.

“I…”

“Want one?” You tried again with flushed cheeks as everyone’s stare was on the two of you; his feelings and your reaction.

“I-I…”

“No thanks? Then, more for me... Cheers.” The clink of your glass filled with a little bit of Iced Tea simulating was the only sound in the room for a while, the stare of the director intensifying.

You kept to the script, adrenaline forbidding you for another mess up by your part. Now it seemed like you and Harry exchanged roles.

“I…” 

“What? I what?” Exasperated and annoyed you went off script and expected the imminent cut by the director, but when you turned to face Harry, at your peripheral you saw the director’s hand rise up, crew on standby and cameras still rolling.

“I… dance with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion genuine.

He beckoned you to walk towards him, hand extended in invitation. 

This certainly wasn’t part of the script or the movie.

He tried again and your curiosity didn’t let you flee like your instinct obliged you to. 

“Please?” 

You took his hand, slender, ringless and yet opaquing yours by size. He gently pulled you closer until nothing but your clothing fit between you. His other hand guided your free hand onto his shoulder before encircling you, set position firm at your lower back. He pulled you even closer if possible until your body molded to his.

You hadn’t been so close to him for so long. Even after a long day on set, he smelled fresh with a hint of peppermint.

Warmth enveloped you and it brought you to that night beside the bonfire.

Harry started to slightly rocking the two of you, a slow and intimate pace set between a sea of people staring intently at your act.

His eyes didn’t leave yours but you didn’t feel like facing him so you tilted your head down, forehead brushing the hollowness of his cheekbone. 

“Why are we dancing?” You whispered, imagining that if you were to speak louder, the intimate bubble would burst.

He took a moment to answer, like he usually did, as if savoring the words to say was his favorite pastime. 

“I’m sorry.” He leaned back, obliging you to meet his eyes. “That’s why we’re dancing, because I’m sorry.”

“I don’t… You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Yet again, his stare was too intense for you to match, but he didn’t leave you with any options as he stopped the rocking and leaned back even more, separating you completely with hands still not letting you go.

“You know I do. What I said- back when… How’ve been treating you, is not what I feel.” 

You looked for an answer in his expression, not really understanding if his apology meant a chance to reunite what never was there in the first place.

You had a platonic friendship and nothing more. Did he want to go back to that, go back to nothing?

“It’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”

The two of you assumed back the position until you found your head leaning down on his chest, arms circling his waist and his encasing yours. 

His cheek now found a resting place at the top of your head and your eyes started to water.

Did he do this in front of everyone so you wouldn’t overreact?

...is this just part of the scene?

“Y/N…”

That certainly wasn’t the name of the character.

“Look at the sun.”

The two of you didn’t move for a bit as the sun of the next dawn peeked through the bleary sash window, painting the room in sunlight, seeing you two as close as the air would let.

“Did you know that the sun is a star?”

Of course your instinct was to roll your eyes and grin but you didn’t dare to move.

You didn’t feel like saying anything else... then everything felt warm. Everything felt right again.

“Ok, cut!”

“It couldn’t have gone better.” You added into the conversation and the interviewer fleetly shuffled through her cue cards until landing on her next question, not before Harry discreetly circled his pinky with yours.

“Yes, you could say...” He leaned in, promptly letting you know that another bad joke was coming. “... we were golden.”

A/N: Thinking about writing more about co-stars. Let me know if you would like to see more. Unrevised (as always).

Requests are open!

 Masterlist

[miwromantics]

Day Offs With Ricky

It was a warm summer day in Chicago and today was a day off for you. It’s been two months since the start of Motionless in White’s tour. You were their photographer for their shows and it’s been going well on the road. All of the guys were super nice to you and the audio crew were your go-to hang out buddies. Tomorrow everyone was flying to San Diego, California for a show but until then it was time to enjoy your day in your favorite city. You had plans to meet up with the crew for coffee and brunch, so you showered and got ready for the day. While doing your makeup, you got a text from AJ, one of the audio guys.

“Yo Y/N! You cool if Vinny and Ricky join the group for food?” the text read.

A little taken back, you replied, “Sure yeah totally!”

Normally the band and the crew do their own things on days off, everyone’s got their cliques they hang with, so it was weird to you that Vinny and Ricky were joining. Lately, things were going well with Ricky. You’ve been talking to him a lot recently about cameras and different editing techniques which started a friendship between you two. But around the other members, he wouldn’t really talk to you, which you thought was odd. But the times you’d spend together alone talking about photography slowly turned into more personal conversations, and over a few weeks on the road, you developed a crush on Ricky. But you always felt like he just viewed you as a friend.

About 30 minutes later, you grabbed your backpack with your camera gear, headed out of your hotel room and got down to the lobby. You saw AJ and Shane sitting on the couches, getting directions to the coffee shop you guys were going to. You playfully flicked them both off as you sat down in a chair across from them. And in just a few seconds, you felt two hands on your shoulders from behind you followed by a loud “BOO!” in your ear. It nearly made you jump out of your seat. You whipped your head around to see Vinny erupting in laugher and Ricky behind him with a grin on his face, shaking his head.

“Vinny! Jesus Christ, you gave me heart attack!” you exclaimed.

“Hey just making sure you’re awake, Y/N!” You ready for some hipster-ass brunch?” he laughed as he sat down next to you.

“Gonna tear this food up! As soon as AJ hurries up with finding this place,” you answered.

“Alright every calm down, calm down! It finally pulled up, let’s go!” AJ said as he stood up from the couch.

You all followed AJ out of the hotel and started walking down the city streets of Chicago. AJ, Vinny, and Shane led the group with you and Ricky right behind them. You had always loved this city; the busy streets, the buildings, the people. You smiled as you took out your camera and began taking pictures of everything you saw, and capturing funny moments of Vinny and AJ messing around with Shane. Ricky walked beside you as you took the pictures, occasionally turning to your side to snap a photo of him.

“That was pretty funny how Vin scared you this morning. You jumped pretty fast. Didn’t know you were a scaredy-cat,” Ricky said as he playfully nudged your shoulder with a smile on his face.

“Hey shut it, Olsen, he scared the shit out of me!” you said as you snapped a photo of him. You caught the perfect moment of him smiling at you. He started walking a little closer to you, and you could feel some tension forming.

After a short walk, you all arrived at the coffee shop. Everyone ordered their food and drinks and picked a table outside to sit at. AJ sat next to you, Shane beside him, Vinny across from Shane and Ricky was across from you. While waiting for the food, conversations about how the tour was going came up, and the crew was swapping stories with the band of how everyone’s day normally goes. But after the food arrived and everyone was eating, individual conversations broke out amongst the table. AJ, Shane, and Vinny started talking about basketball and how the Chicago Bulls were doing in the season, meanwhile, you and Ricky started talking about photography. You thought to yourself how you were glad that he and Vinny decided to join the crew for a day off hangs.

After about an hour of eating, everyone stood up and walked back inside to grab one last cup of coffee to go.

“So Y/N, any plans for the rest of the day?” Vinny asked you as everyone formed a circle outside.

“Well I was thinking of taking it pretty easy today, might just head back to the hotel and pack my suitcase for the flight tomorrow,” you answered.

“Aw lame! We’re probably going to go to a basketball game tonight, hit us up if you change your mind,” AJ said in reply.

“I’m gonna walk Y/N back to the hotel, I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Ricky said.

Your eyes shot over to him. He was already looking at you with a small smile on his face. The rest of the guys didn’t think much of it, and soon they walked away to do whatever else they had planned for the day.

“Walk me to the hotel ay?” you joked as you and Ricky started walking down the sidewalk.

“Anything to get a few more moments with you,” he said as he lightly nudged your shoulder.

You tried to hide your smile, but you could already feel your face getting warm as your cheeks started to blush. As you guys walk towards the hotel, you could feel some sort of tension forming. Was it just the fact that he wanted to be alone with you? Was he just worried about you getting back safely? Your thoughts were racing.

As you approached the hotel and soon walked inside, he stopped by the elevator and pushed the button for you.

“Well if you change your mind about going out to the game tonight, let Vin know, okay?” he said as the elevator door opened.

You shook your head and smiled at him. “Thanks for walking with me, Rick,” you said.

He smiled back at you and gave a little wave as the elevator doors shut. You stood in there for a second, gathering your thoughts before hitting your floor number. You told yourself not to read into it, but you knew that this was all you were going to think about for the rest of the night.

~~~

It was around 5:30am when you were supposed to be down in the hotel lobby. You didn’t get much sleep since your thoughts of Ricky kept you up for most of the night. Tired and barely awake, you threw your hair up in a messy bun, grabbed your suitcase and backpack and headed downstairs. Most of the crew and band were there, but still waiting on Chris, Shane, and Ricky. You sat on the chair you sat in the day before and tried not to dose off while everyone waited. You felt a tap on your shoulder and your eyes opened to see Ricky standing beside you.

“Someone’s sleepy,” he said as you looked up at him.

“Shhhhh, I’m just resting my eyes,” you chuckled back at him.

After Chris and Shane were finally downstairs, everyone piled into two runner vans that were headed to the airport. And after a short drive, you arrived there. Dropping your bags off was a breeze and thankfully security wasn’t too crazy, being so early in the morning. And after a quick tram ride, you were at the gate for the plane. Just over 30 minutes later, you were walking on the plane. You found your seat and were so thankful to have the chance to go back to sleep for a while. You fashioned your backpack into somewhat of a pillow. And just when you were closing your eyes, you feel someone sit down next to you. You peaked open one eye to see Ryan.

“Looks like were plane buddies, Y/N”, Ryan whispered.

You smiled and threw a thumbs up to him. He chuckled and busted out his neck pillow.

When you closed your eyes, you must have fallen asleep pretty quickly. You didn’t feel Ryan get out of his seat. But when someone sat back down next to you and woke you up, your tiredness brought out the cranky in you.

“Ryan, you know I love you but ya girl needs sleep so sit down,” you lightly snapped at him.

“Wow someone really is sleepy,” a voice replied to you.

Your eyes shot open. You knew Ryan’s voice and that was not Ryan. Instead, you see Ricky sitting next to you with his head leaned back, eyes shut and a slight smile on his face.

“Uhhh where’s Ryan and what did you do with him,” you asked as you shut your eyes again.

Ricky chuckled. “I begged and pleaded for him to trade seats with me,” he said with a sarcastic tone, “get some sleep Y/N, it’s a long flight to San Diego.”

You could feel yourself slipping away, the drone of the airplane helped you go to sleep. You were so tired. And somehow though Ricky was the one that kept your brain up all night, him beside you also helped you sleep. And while you slept, you didn’t realize that you abandoned your backpack pillow and adjusted yourself to be resting on Ricky’s shoulder. After what seemed like only an hour, you felt Ricky move and it woke you.

“Oh shit sorry Rick,” you mumbled as you move away from him and closer to the window.

“It’s okay Y/N, didn’t mind you crushing my shoulder to sleep,” he said softly.

You rubbed your eyes for a minute and let out a big yawn.

“Jeez you slept for 4 hours and you’re still tired? You’re not a morning person, are you?” he asked.

You shook your head no. “God I can’t wait to get off this plane and into a bed.”

He chuckled.

~~~

After landing in San Diego, everyone retrieved their bags and headed to the hotel. You checked your phone to see what time it was, but also you saw you had a text from AJ.

“Nice snuggle sesh on the plane. BARF” it read.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.

As the vans rolled up to the hotel and everyone got out, Ricky grabbed your suitcase for you. You smiled and thanked him as he held the door open for you. The rest of the band and crew were already forming a line at the counter to get room keys. You and Ricky were the last in line.

After getting keys, you both walked over to the elevators and waited in silence. The doors opened and you both walked in.

“What floor are you on?” you asked him.

“Uhhh, looks like 22,” he answered as he fumbled around looking at his room key.

You press the button for 22.

“Oh, are you on that floor too?” he asked.

“Great detective skills Olsen, how’d you figure that one out,” you joked as the elevator took you up.

He laughed and shook his head. As the doors open, he motioned his hand out and waited for you to go first. You walked down the hallway but noticed that he wasn’t walking behind you.

“I’m this way,” he said as the pointed down another hallway, “I guess I’ll see you later Y/N.”

“Oh yeah, sure. See ya later,” you said. You felt awkward even saying it. Why were things getting weird now? So what, you fell asleep on his should, big whoop. You told yourself that things weren’t weird and that you’re just being anxious.

You threw your suitcase on the couch in your room and quickly jumped into the bed. Even though you slept on the plane you were still so tired. As you were taking your leggings off, you heard a very quiet knock on your door. You climbed out of bed and peeped out the door to see Ricky standing there. You look down at your bare legs, shrugged your shoulders and opened the door, letting only your head be visible as you hid behind the door.

“What’s up, Rick?”

He stared at you before looking down and back up to you, “Why are you hiding behind the door?”

“Don’t worry about it, Olsen. What’s up?” you asked again.

He nervously looked down at his feet. You could tell something was bothering him.

“Spit it out, I’ve got a nap to take,” you said urging him on.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Y/N. In fact, you’re all I think about,” he mumbled as he shuffled his feet.

You could feel your face rush with blood and your heart rate starting to accelerate. You stood behind the door, somewhat speechless. Was this really happening? Right here, right now?

“I’m sorry if I’m being too forward, I just can’t stay silent about my feelings towards you anymore,” he said as he finally looked up at you.

“Rick.. I..” you struggled to find words.

“I’m sorry this was a mistake,” he said as he started to walk away.

“Ricky wait,” you said as you walked out from behind the door and into the hallway.

He turned around to see you standing there in nothing but your sweater and socks, he looked you up and down. You walked right up to him, grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him. You’ve waited for this moment for what seemed like ages. His arms wrapped around your waist and you threw your arms over his shoulders. You pulled back and left your face close to his.

“Wanna come inside?” you whispered.

He shook his head and smiled at you.

While you both walked a few paces back to your room, he lifted your sweater to reveal your underwear. You giggled and swatted his hand away. After the door closed, you turned around to be greeted by Ricky, who was already taking his shirt off.

“Whoa whoa, Olsen, I invite you into my hotel room and you immediately start stripping? Dial it back,” you joked.

He laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself, I can’t sleep with a shirt on and you wanted to nap right?”

You couldn’t help but stare at his body. His tattooed arms were toned and his pants rode low on his waist. He folded up his shirt while you admired his hands. He looked at you and sat down on the couch, next to your suitcase. While he sat, he smiled at you, trying to hide his blushing face. You walked over to him and sat on top of him. You pulled his face to you and began kissing him. It started off with slow, light kisses that were interrupted by smiles and deep breaths. But slowly the innocent kissing turned passionate. His hands found their way under your sweater and were gripping your back. You had your hands on his chest and in his hair. Both of you started breathing more heavily, with an occasional moan slipping out. He tugged at your sweater which gave you the hint to take it off. You stood up in front of him and smiled.

“Oh Ricky, you’re not going to get me to strip that easily,” you chuckled as you crawled into the bed.

He stood up from the couch and made his way over to you.

“Was worth a shot!” he said as he laid down next to you.

You were facing each other, and he kissed you on the forehead.

“Can we just lay here for the whole day?” you asked.

“I would love nothing more,” he answered.

[spidxysense]

Back to You | 06

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I am soooooo sorry for not updatong in so long! Hope you guys like the chapter. Leave me some asks or messages!!!

Word count:

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

"Y/N, enough sitting around, come here and help me pack your clothes." You already knew Tina was getting annoyed.

For the past hour and a half since you two went back up to your room, you've been glued to your phone, you'd gotten back and got dressed up for that dinner with Luca but he ended up cancelling last minute so here you were in your room, dressed in a blaxk satin dress and all glaammed up.

"Sorry, just-just one more." You lick your lips, replaying the video for what seemed like the millionth time.

"So Timothee, you're young, and as young people do, they get crushes, any crushes as of late?" Ellen turns towards Timothee who was on the couch next to Armie, "And remember, I'm married so…"

Timothee laughs, slapping his knee, he makes a strange face, "Well…" He and Armie look over at each other, inciting cat calls from the crowd.

"And don't say Armie!" Ellen wags a finger at them, "That's a cop out." The audience laughs.

"I mean… there's that one that you liked waaaay before." Armie points out, "But you told me that it's been years so…"

Timothee shook his head, "Oh, no, no. Totally, totally completely still in play."

Armie looks at Timothee in shock, "I thought you said???" He points at Timothee and makes an X mark with his arms.

Timothee waves his hand in the air, dismissing Armie, "Well she had a boyfriend then, what was I supposed to say?!" He does this weird frantic movements with his arms.

Ellen chimes in, "Is this the same one you told me about a year ago?"

Timothee looks at her, blinking as he bit his lip, wondering if he should answer, "I mean, yeah. Pretty much, there's really only been her." He shrugged while wringing his hands.

Ellen pats his knee, "You seem a little tense there, Timmy. Are you good to go?"

Timothee flinches, "What are you planning?" He squints at Ellen as the audience laughs, "I know you! I swear, knowing you, you have something planned! She's like behind that curtain right?! Oh my god I'm just gonna run off the stage-" His face was all red as he stood up, fidgeting around.

Armie pulls at his hand to get him to sit down, "We're just gonna play a couple of games!" He chuckles, "Calm down, Timmy."

"Alright." She claps her hands, "For the first game, we'll be playing Who'd You Rather." The audience cheers.

"We can't play that!" Timothee looks from Ellen to Armie, "There's two of us!"

Armie snorts in laughter, "I thought you were gonna say we can't play that because you're in a committed imaginary relationship with your crush." He slaps his knee acting like what he said was the most hilarious thing he's ever come up with.

Ellen shrugs, "We're not playing it for the both of you, YOU'RE playing it. Armie's just here to tell us if you're lying. The man is MARRIED, Timothee!" The audience busys out in laughter.

"Alright, here we go!" She nods to the technical crew at the side, and the screen flashes to a picture of you and a picture of Betty White and he busts out laughing.

He wipes his eyes from the tears that formed, and squints at Ellen as the audience teases Timothee, "Well Betty White is pretty hot for a grandma, but I'm gonna have to go with Y/N." His ears go red as the audience's cheers get louder.

"Alright, how about now? And remember, you can't lie. Armie is gonna bust you." Betty's picture is replaced by Camila Mendes and Timothee just smiles.

"Still Y/N." He says it instantly like he didn't even NEED to think about it. More people start cheering when they started to realize what this meant as Ellen looks to Armie who's given her a thumbs up.

Ellen nods, Camila's picture replaced by Emma Watson, "I have to go with Y/N here." Timothee shrugs while Armie's giggling in the corner.

"Really? It's Emma Watson, it's Hermoine Granger." Ellen looks at him strangely, "We have mentioned in passing that she finds you cute."

Timothee shrugs awkwardly, "I mean, it's Y/N. Just look at her!"

Ellen snaps her fingers, like her plan was foiled, "Okay! Next!"

Emma Watson gets replaced by Ellen's picture as everyone laughs.

"Well we're on your show, so I pick Ellen!"

"This is why I wanted you to pick Emma Watson!" She laughs.

The picutre changes to some photoshoot you did a couple of months ago.

He shakes his head while Armie's giggles turned into full blown out laughter, "I knew it!" The crowd laughs, "Are there more pictures?" He looks from the tech crew to Ellen, "I pick Ellen again."

Ellen nods at the crew, your face disappearing only to be replaced by a different picture of you.

He looks like he's pondering for a second, "Ellen."

Your picture changes to another photo of you, this time a photoshoot you did with GQ, you were barely wearing any makeup and were in a swimsuit.

"Oh, wow. Look at her, yeah. That's the one, she's really pretty in it. Let's keep that one. No point in giving me more choices, you already know who I'm picking." He grins at the screen.

"Alright, well that's all the time we have today." Ellen looks at Armie who's still laughing on the floor, "He's too giddy to say anything. Young Timothee, do you have anything you want to say?"

He points into the camera, "We start filming on the Call Me By Your Name sequel in a few months from now so be sure to watch the first movie!"

Armie shoots him a look, "I think there's MORE you want to add, Timmy."

Timothee smiles while closing his eyes and slowly shaking his head at the floor, he opens his eyes, looks sheepish with his hand placed behind his neck, "Y/N, if you're watching this… I'VE HAD A HUGE CRUSH ON YOU FOR YEARS NOW!" He scurries to hide his face before popping it out again, "And don't forget to also watch The Greatest Showman… she's in it!"

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You click your phone on lock and stand up to help Tina, but your mind is already miles away. That was shot a few months ago, probably 3 or 4 months ago, and just released yesterday. It's gonna be huge when your interview gets released, you literally won the game by choosing Timothee anyway, and over your ex boyfriend nonetheless, the same ex boyfriend who's been calling you for a while now. You click your phpne on lock when his name pops up again on caller id.

"How am I supposed to move on from you when you try to talk to me all the time?" You mumble tp yourself before walking over to Tina, still folding your clothes.

You shoo her away, "I'll continue here. You go rest."

Three knocks are heard at the door right when Tina gets up so she shuffles her feet to the door, opening it wide.

It was Timothee. You feel your face heat up, as he waited by the doorway, his arm pressed against the door frame, his body leaning toward it, "Armie told me to pick you guys up."

Tina shoots you a knowing grin, "Timmy! Right on time!" She pats his chest, walking past him, "I was going to book a taxi to bring some of these over to Armie's, why don't you keep Y/N here company?" She gives you a sly wink, "Don't forget to ask for your credit card at reception."

You already expect him to reject the offer, to instead say he'll bring the baggage himself so Tina can stay here, but to your surprise, he shrugs noncholantly, "Sure thing. We'll see you later." He raises a hand to say goodbye before slamming the door shut behind him.

You watch him for a bit as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, you notice the nervous gulp he makes that has you shaking your head, "Th-there's water by tje fridge." You eyes are on him but you point at the water bottles above the fridge, his neck turning red. You know you weren't looking too good either. Your face felt all hot while you both avoided eye contact.

He clears his throat, "Do you, uh, do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" He tries to cooly place his hand on the table only for it to flip on a brochure you left on top of it earlier, his whole body falling to the floor and his chin taking the fall a little harder than the rest of his body.

"Oh my god!" You jump up and run over to him.

He's covered his face face with both his hands, you expect blood, tears and some screaming, but instead he's laughing. You move to grab his wrists and pull them away from his face that's turned all red as he tried to reel in from the embarrassment he just experienced and soon enough, you're laughing with him.

"I tried to be cool." He wheezes in laughter, just stitches on the floor, "But I'm not cool. Not in the slightest." He laughs harder.

You stare at him, your giggles already dying down and you shrug, "You're pretty cool I guess… as long as you don't talk." You laugh again.

"How about we prove that little theory of yours?" He lifts his upper body, his elbows already lifting him up as he laid on the carpet, his eyes shifting to yours.

You feel your face get hot when he licks his lips, and from there it's as if that's all you could focus on until a yodelling sound comes from your phone, you already knew it was Tom from the ringtone alone.

You break eye contact, hearing Timothee sigh before falling back on the floor, did he want something to happen between the two of you? Well that was a stupid question, now that you've watched his Ellen appearance. You scramble to get up and run over to your phone, sliding the screen to answer the call without a second thought.

"Hello?"

"Hi Y/N." Your beating heart instantly calms down upon hearing his voice.

"Hi, what time is it there? Is everything okay?"

"It's about noon here. Sorry for bothering you, I know it's a bit late there, but would you happen to know where my bloody shirt is? The button down one, just the plain royal blue. I remember you packed it for me the last time I went to LA and I can't seem to find it anywhere." He sounds nervous, and you smile to yourself.

You feel yourself relax, falling to sit on your bed, there was no way Tom didn't know where that shirt was because he wore it yesterday, you knew because Harrison sent you a selfie of him and Tom together and he was wearing it.

"Yeah." You clear your throat, "You you see your suitcase?"

"Yeah." He speaks slowly, "It's right here."

You take a breath, speaking slowly too, just to make this last, "If you open it, you'll need to take out all your clothes."

He takes a few seconds, you don't hear him shuffling his clothes around but he answers, "Yup, okay, everything is out."

You feel tears prick your eyes, "And you should feel around the compartment and you'll feel a zipper on the side."

"Okay." You missed his voice.

You sigh, "If you open it up, it should be there."

He laughs nervously, "Yeah, it's right here." The line is quiet for a while, "Thanks, Y/N."

"I miss you too, Tom." You smile into the phone when he chuckles.

"I can never get anything past you, can I?"

"Not a damn thing, Holland."

Your eyes flitter over to the beautiful curly haired boy sitting on the floor of you room and you finally realize, you weren't alone and it wasn't the place to be talking to Tom intimately like this, you clear your throat, "I-I uh, I have to go. I have to finish packing."

There's intrigue in his voice, "Oh? You're moving?"

You shrug, keeping your eyes on Timothee who had his head turned towards the bathroom, even though you both knew he was listening in, "Yeah, we found a place to stay indefinitely and Tina had things to do earlier so we couldn't pack and move until I got home."

There's worry in his voice now, "Until you got home? Y/N, it's late there. Have you really just gotten home? Where have you been the whole day? Where are you two even staying?"

You sighed, irritated at his concerned tone, like he was prying into your life when he technically had no say in it anymore, "I was out with Armie and Timothee. We went looking around, it got a little late but I'm fine. It's literally a small town in Italy, Tom.  I'm not going to get stabbed out of nowhere or something. We're staying at a villa Armie owns since most of the crew is already staying with Luca."

He sounds tense on the other end, "I was just concerned about you, Y/N-"

You hated it when you and Tom were like this, fighting, butting heads at the smallest things, one of you would get a little two oversensitive and the other would be unrelenting but a part of you kind of understood that this happened because you two cared too much, felt too much, doesn't make it healthy though.

"You don't exactly have the right to feel that way anymore, do you?" You snap, "Not after what you did." Your voice is all venom that it shocks you but you do notice the slight upturn in the corner of Timothee's lips

Tom sighs, "Yeah, I guess I don't. But I apologized."

You start to get angry, "And suddenly that makes it better?! Suddenly that completely erases the fact that you-you-" You hear your voice crack and felt tears fill your eyes, you weren't sure if it was because you felt sad or because you were frustrated with him, by now you notice that Timothee who was discretely listening just seconds ago was now directly looking over at you, a worried expression and furrowed eyebrows planted on his face, "Nevermind." You sigh, "We always do this to each other. And I can't get into it with you tonight." You hang up on him.

You fall back on the cushioned chair, a tense and awkward silence lingering in the room and Timothee takes it upon himself to break it.

He lets out a long whistle, "Intense." He nods slowly, "If that were me on the other end, I think I'd cry."

You snort in laughter, "I know you'd cry." The anger in your chest dissipates at the shit eating grin on Timothee's face.

He shrugs, "I don't think I ever expected to see you like that ever." He laughs, "If I'm being honest? Pretty hot." He give you the okay signal with his hand.

You roll your eyes, Timothee was definitely a flirt when he got comfortable.

"I can't believe I actually thought you hated me before." You laugh, "OR that you were too cool for me to hang out with you."

He crosses his arms, "Hey! I'm cool enough!" He starts walking over to you, his arms still crossed, "I hang out with the sexiest risk taker, I'm cool to the bone-oof!"

You laugh out loud when he trips over your luggage and that heaviness in your chest completely disappears, and you make a mental note to thank Timothee because you knew exactly what he was doing.

He's still on the floor, "This carpet it really nice."

You smile at him, you and Tom were always emotions first, passionate, first loves, intense, and all consuming. Timothee brought a new kind of relationship, he was lighthearted, the boy next door type, the type of boy who could and would make you laugh for hours on hours, the kind of person you KNEW wouldn't break your heart, it was refreshing to experience a different aura, a more innocent feeling. But the question here is why were you comparing your relationship with Tom with the one you were building with Timothee? Did you expect it to become romantic? Did you want it to? Was it platonic? You shook your head, if Timothee's Ellen interview was anything to go by, there was no way Timothee thought of you in a platonic way.

"Timothee?"

"Hmm?"

He'd been quiet while you were thinking, "What are you thinking about?"

He blinks at you, once  twice, "Oh, I was just replaying that fight you had with your ex on the phone."

You scoff, noticing the way he said it and the way he looked when he did.

Timothee Trivia #7: He was honest, brutally so.

"Then wipe that shit eating grin off your face."

Timothee Trivia #8: He might possibly actually like you.

His grin turns into a smirk then he winks and you feel something in you awaken.

Ammendment:

Timothee Trivia #8: He might possibly actually like you and he definitely made you feel things.