#i felt like i haven't slept properly in ages

[breninarthur]

Well obviously I'm going to have to ask for a Blackwall/El prompt. How about ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜ for these two loves 👀💗

thank you lucky!! this is the first thing i've ever written for dragon age: inquisition 🥰 @dadrunkwriting i haven't finished the game yet, but i love this guy~

rated t, 1084 words. early blackwall/lavellan.

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Inquisitor. That's who she was now. Not Ellana, not El, not da'len. But Inquisitor, Herald, Mistress, Lady... titles as foreign to her as the religion she was now a figurehead for.

The celebrations were neverending. Skyhold's crumbling halls were packed full of people from Haven; pilgrims; and refugees from elsewhere certain that Inquisitor Lavellan would protect them with divine blessing. A meagre feast had been prepared, the ale was flowing freely, and there'd been lots of speeches and idolising stares.

Creators, the way that everybody looked at her made El feel sick. They weren't really looking at her. They stared through her, they saw things that weren't there. She wondered if any of them even knew her first name.

As the night pressed on, she receded further and further into the shadows, bit by bit. Slipping out of a conversation here, declining a drink there. As a hunter, she knew how to go unnoticed, and though it was considerably harder now than it ever had been, she still managed.

By midnight, El had left with a good old Dalish goodbye.

It was so much quieter as soon as she stepped into the night. A crisp breeze blew by, and it smelled of rain. She looked up, and the dark sky promised it too. There were no stars to guide her way, no moon, but lit torches buoyed across the grounds to light her way well enough.

Whenever El felt stressed back with her clan, she tended to go to the halla. They were good listeners, and always a comforting presence. The Inquisition had no halla, but the stables were the next best thing. She descended the steps two, three at a time, striding her way over in her naturally quick pace. Her friends always laughed and asked what she was running from. She supposed this time she actually had an answer.

Most of the horses were asleep, but she smiled and waved at them anyway, peering over into their pens. There was, of course, one that was awake.

El leaned back against a stable beam, and smiled. "Hello."

The bog unicorn never slept. It stared at her in a way that unnerved everybody else. Maybe because it didn't have any eyes to do the staring with. Maybe because of the rusty sword through its head. Humans were so judgemental.

"People think they know all about you too, don't they?" she asked, cocking her head to look the creature over. "But you're a good girl."

"Thank you."

El jumped out of her skin at the deep voice that answered her, and she whirled around to see Blackwall leaning against the door jamb, smirking at her.

"Warden Blackwall!" she exclaimed, flushing pink.

"I apologise, my lady," he said, sounding as grave as ever.

"Why aren't you at the party?" she asked.

"Why aren't you?"

"Fair enough," she mumbled, dropping her gaze. She couldn't help but peek at him though. El didn't know much about the Warden, but he held her on as high a pedestal as the others did, except for Solas. Though Blackwall was a bit more... bold.

You're unlike any woman I've ever met. You have the world at your feet, myself included.

There was something about him that El felt drawn to. His voice was deep and warm, his face was weathered, his eyes haunted... he was older, probably by about fifteen years, maybe more. Miralras would tease her to no end, she was sure. Even so, El's heart fluttered in her chest every time Blackwall looked her way.

"My lady," he said lowly, a voice like rolling thunder. "Are you alright?"

She met his eyes properly. Fuck, he was so kind. So sweet and seemingly shy until he flirted with her in public and immediately looked as though he was surprised he'd let himself talk.

His pale eyes pierced hers, and she suddenly felt more vulnerable than she had standing at the top of that forsaken fortress, with everyone bowing down to her.

"I was trying to pick a name for the bog unicorn," El said loudly, snapping her focus back to the thin creature in front of her.

Blackwall didn't answer right away. He knew she was avoiding the question, but she stubbornly kept her eyes front and centre anyway.

"...What about Rusty?" he suggested eventually, and El sagged in relief.

"What, because of the sword sticking out of her face? Bit harsh," she laughed.

"Alright. Ginger."

"I was thinking that, actually," El smiled, approaching the bog unicorn slowly. "But in Elvish, Sinsir."

She held out her hand, and the horse gently pushed her nose into it.

"Or maybe Sansal," she said, stroking along her rough snout. "Banralon, or Banra for short. Thelga... Ghiladin..."

A pause.

"...They all mean ginger?" Blackwall asked.

El laughed. And not one of her pretty ones that usually came out when she fancied someone, but an ugly, snorting thing. She looked at him in embarrassment, but he wasn't laughing at her, or looking in shock. He smiled at her warmly, and looked so... soft.

"No," she chuckled one last time as her laughter trailed off, and she smiled at him, lowering her voice. "They mean shadow blessing. Shadow friend. Safe spirit. And the dead guide."

"Ah," he murmured, holding her gaze. "For the sword sticking out of her face."

El laughed again. "I suppose you're right."

Silence fell between them again, heavy and awkward with avoided conversation. The wind had turned colder, and El shivered in the ugly beige clothes she'd been given. Hideous and impractical. Just like the Chantry. She sighed.

"You don't have to go back, my lady," Blackwall muttered. He pushed off the door jamb.

"Don't I?" El asked, turning to face him properly, looking up at him. They were in that strange liminal space that felt so exciting and so anxiety-inducing at the same time. Not close enough to cause a scandal, but close enough to see the grey hairs in his beard. Quiet, with words on the tips of their tongues but it wasn't the time, wasn't the place, it wasn't appropriate. El was no fool, she knew when someone was attracted to her.

And Warden Blackwall was certainly attracted to her.

"There are plenty more mounts to name," he muttered.

Why did that make her blush? Oh, she could practically hear Miralras ripping into her.

"If you're lucky, I'll let you name one," she tried, grinning.

A smirk spread slowly across his face.

"Then I hope I'm lucky, my lady."

[shadowsphere]

Yay!! Okay some things!! I promise these aren't rules, just little notes.

1.) I finished all the updated versions of my masterlists. I did replace some animes with others and some characters arent included on personal reasoning of being too young. The youngest I could go was 17 just cause I'm 18. I felt weird going through 15 and 16 year old characters and saying they were hot or attractive or that I could imagine writing smut about them.

That being said, I won't say no to writing for them if someone asked. I just wouldn't go out of my way personally to write for them. They would have to be requested in order to have a lot of content cause I would look at them and go "nah, i wont do it of my own freewill."

Also, I don't remember if I checked all of the ages of all of the characters because I did do some masterlists while completely tired. So, if you do see a character that's not 17, let me know or don't, yo can request for them.

2.) I have some drafts that need to be posted like the Gotoh pt.2, a requested Kazutora Hinemiya, and a requested Twiyor. So those will get posted as soon as I finish my exam today and go to sleep cause I haven't slept at all. When I post those, I should be good to go on posting the ones I had an interest in writing.

3.) I know this isn't surprising, but I tend to go a little on the darker side or go towards twists at the end. I don't know why, I can't help it. If you don't want those twists or those dark themes, please let me know.

This also reminds me that I never completely give everyone 100% control and if I do, it's because I feel like they would in that situation. So sometimes if you want reader to be the submissive, just know that I just might make them a submissive top.

4.) For sexualities, don't be afraid to request ace or aro or anything that isnt recognized enough. I am a demisexual person, so im between ace and sexual, so I kinda understand asexuality, however if you want to request transexual or anything else, I want you to educate me as much as you can on the topic just so that I can do it justice properly.

Not even just that, just educate me on whatever you think I might need to be educated on, I won't mind. I would actually like it, it helps me out.

5.) I know there are a lot of anons, so I want to do the little anon emoji thing just so that you guys can feel better connected however I don't know if emojis would really work for my concept. So I was thinking tarot card names, astrology, basically anything that falls within the psychic category. It would be unique to us.

[queenclaudiabrown]

The Scarecrow | Chapter Thirteen: To Burn A Scarecrow

     Zak wasn't convinced that Grace wouldn't find them in the shed, but Melody was confident she wouldn't think to check there. They were huddled on the mattress under the only window, which was filthily caked with God knows how much pollen and dust, and they weren't messing with lights or moving around much. With any luck, Grace wouldn't find them.

     'With any luck, Grace wouldn't find them.' How had things changed so much in a week? When they had come here, Grace had been a friend and girlfriend and although she set some teeth on edge, nobody would've wished any ill on her or thought her capable of hurting anyone. Back when she had first vanished, Marty had mentioned the time she dropped ice down his back and felt guilty for hours about it. Had everything been fake, a manipulation? Had she spent every moment carefully constructing every word and action and facial expression to lure seven people into her spider's web for the sole purpose of tricking them into coming here like lambs to the slaughter?

     "Well, Grace said she was kept in a cave, and the video we got of Eric-" Zak cut himself off, refusing to say any of the words that crossed their minds. He swallowed and tried again: "The video we got looked like it was filmed in a cave. So I'm just thinking...."

     "...She's using a cave as her base of operations." Melody nodded understandingly.

    Zak cracked a grin. "I was gonna say 'lair', but that works too."

     Melody's mouth quirked in a brief smirk. "'Lair' is better." She let out a deep breath, and it was as if all her youth and energy had gone out of her with the air. "So, we find which cave she's slunk back to. And then what? She's viciously murdered five people in a variety of different ways- gruesome, horrific, brutal ways, including torture. Natalie was a runner, she was fit and strong and she got tossed down a well. We don't stand a chance, Zak. I don't want to die, and I'm sure as h3ll not watching you die too. I've lost too many friends already."

     He placed a hand on her shoulder in a weak attempt at comfort, though it was greatly appreciated. "I know. I'm not losing you either, and I'm not too cozy with the thought of the Grim Reaper coming to pay me a visit too. But Grace has to be stopped, at any cost. We can't tie her up and leave her here; she's smart enough to get free, and if we brought her with us she could be seen. We can't bring her to the police; she had us fooled so well she could easily get cops- or at least public opinion- on her side. She's...She's too dangerous to be left alive."

     A silence hung between them, dark and heavy with that statement.

    "I know." Melody responded after a moment, and that simple two-worded utterance did nothing to ease the sick feeling in their guts. They were barely more than kids, and here they were, agreeing that they were going to kill another human being. She had been their friend once upon a time, and now they were planning on how to murder her.

     "How are we going to do this, Mel?" Zak groaned. "We've got next to nothing as far as supplies go. We haven't eaten or slept properly in ages- all we've got are these stale-д$$ crackers. It could take us days to find her. Meanwhile, she's sleeping easy, eating relatively well, and knows this place like the back of her hand. We're at a massive disadvantage."

     Melody nodded and ran a dirty hand through her tangled, oily hair in frustrated thought, wincing at the contact and pulling her hand back in disgust. "Yeah, I know." She opened the bag and poked through it aimlessly for a moment. But then her expression shifted ever so slightly, her head tilting and her brows furrowing before the corners of her lips twitched.

     Zak was immediately suspicious. "Uh-oh, what's that face for? What is it? Don't keep me in the dark, lady, tell me! What do we have?"

     Melody smirked, a devious expression, and looked up at him with mischief in her chocolate eyes as she produced something out of the bag. "Something she gave us."

     Melody and Zak walked across the fields together, with everything they had left on their persons. Melody carried the shotgun, fully loaded, and Zak was armed with all their knives and a hammer. He felt pretty useless in comparison to her, but he was still armed to the teeth, and his part in their plan was vital.

     They had begun systematically working their way through the ranch's caves, searching even the smallest thoroughly for any sign of Grace.

     Quietly they entered the next one, always at the ready to enact their plan at a moment's notice. However, as they crept into this one, they were quickly met with low noises. Exchanging looks, they peered around a crook in the passageway and were met with the sight of their target standing turned away from them.

     Grace was back in her scarecrow costume, but the top of her coveralls were undone and hung from her waist and hips. Clad in a tank top underneath, she had plastered band-aids across the thin crimson lines cut into her by Zak's blade contraption, and one strap of her singlet was pulled off her shoulder to further expose the burn Melody had inflicted as she applied cream to it. Her weapons seemed to have all been piled on the same table she had laid out the torture devices that she'd inflicted upon Eric, and nearby was an assortment of camping supplies, including a sleeping bag and cookstove.

     Zak looked to Melody again for confirmation, and she quietly passed him the shotgun, producing a camera from her bag- the same camera that had recorded Eric's horrific murder and been delivered in his corpse, the same thing that Melody had realized could be used against Grace. She positioned herself as best out of view as possible, keeping the camera pointed at Grace, and took the shotgun back.

     Drawing in a deep breath to fortify himself, Zak curled his hands into fists to keep them from shaking, then stuffed them in his pockets to hide them. He swallowed bitterly, barely able to force the action to complete itself. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but he was terrified right down to his core. The plan was a good one, and it had to be done for justice's sake at the very least, but it wasn't without flaw, or risk. Any tiny error could be detrimental to the operation.

     After a moment, he summoned all his courage and took a long look at Melody- all her fierce beauty and determination, unwavering even in the face of monsters who masqueraded as friends.

     Zak stepped into the main chamber of the cave, advancing slowly. "Grace."

     The blonde froze, every inch of lean muscle going taut, exposed shoulders tensing. She turned her head slowly, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Zak." She eyed him critically, sweeping him thoroughly up and down with her steel blue gaze. "Did you come here to kill me?" Her voice was flat.

     "No." He breathed, the tone of it suggesting horror at the mere thought. "Grace, no." He put up his hands placatingly, forcing down the sick feeling in his stomach. "No, I just came here to talk. I brought all these knives so Melody wouldn't have them."

     She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Something happen with you and Melody? Just hours ago you seemed like best friends."

     Zak forced a scoff. "Hardly. That controlling little b¡tch has been commanding us about all since we met her. Honestly, I admire you for breaking free of her bossiness." The lie tasted like ash and bile.

     Grace smirked. "It's a relief to hear you say that. Even Marty seemed to worship the ground beneath her shoes. So why are you here?"

     "Honestly? I wanted to talk to you. Can I-?" He gestured to his knives, inching toward the table around her in a wide arc to keep her calm. She let him strip off the blades, piling the sharp silver objects on the table along with her weapons. She watched him remove each and every one, and when he appeared to be free of every one of them, he stepped away from the table, carefully positioning himself between the all-you-can-stab buffet and her.

     Her eyes narrowed. "Give me a spin; I want to be sure you're not hiding any." He was- down the side of his boot, but it was cleverly hidden- yet he complied anyway. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay. So what did you want to talk about?"

     "Well, we're both in agreement that Melody is not our friend. What if... What if I lured her somewhere, or brought you to her, so we could kill her, and in exchange..." He let the offer hang in the air for a moment, testing the waters. "...you let me live?"

     Melody shifted uncomfortably. They'd been over this multiple times, rehearsing and adjusting and practicing so much she could've done it herself under different circumstances. But his delivery... his delivery was good. Almost too good. For a moment, the brunette wondered if maybe he was being genuine with the pale-haired murderer. Even if he was and this was some sick double- or triple-cross, perish the thought, she had the camera and she had the gun. She could take them both out and stroll out with the evidence if it came down to it.

     "Oh Zak." Grace sighed, almost ruefully. "It's more complicated than that. This isn't a... personal vendetta, a petty feud. I know it must look like that, but there's a lot on the line for me here. Bringing people here to kill them wasn't my idea... it's been done in my family for generations."

     Zak and Melody frowned in unison, both baffled by that statement. His façade faltered, genuine confusion creeping onto his face. "What?"

     The blonde chuckled. "See, way back in Civil War days- 1862, specifically- my ancestor Maggie Davis was sixteen years old, and she her older brother Anthony was fighting for the Confederacy. Maggie got it in her head to prove herself to her parents, so she kidnapped half a dozen or so Northeners- a whole family, actually- and killed them all. It was remarkable, actually, how she did it. She traveled almost fifty miles altogether on foot to do it. Her parents were disgusted at her act of bravery, so she killed them too. What Maggie didn't know was she was pregnant at the time, but she did soon enough. Her son Arthur was born soon enough later, and she took good care of him and her four-year-old brother James. Everyone else thought her parents had succumbed to sickness and Arthur was her brother as well, and even though they tried, she refused to get married- said she wanted her big brother to give her away in place of their father. When Anthony came home from the war and found out what she'd done, he was angry with her. She explained to him that he had to stick with her for James and Anthony's sakes, so he ended up becoming a police officer and looked after them. They raised those little boys well and taught them that killing like she had was how one proved their worth. In time, the Davis family got everyone in Arbela on their side. Those that didn't agree were killed or expulsed. With the law enforcement on our side, everyone we kill in our rite of passage, as I have done, gets their death explained away. So you see, even if Melody gets out, they're not going to punish me for killing all our friends." Her smirk dropped. "They'll be angry with me for not getting everyone, and I'll be punished and I'll have to do this whole thing all over again. It was enough hassle with all the effort I put into this, I'd really rather not do it again."

     Zak thought he was going to be sick. He wanted nothing more than to hit the deck and shout for Melody to pump Grace full of lead, rid the Earth of this disgusting, vile human being who delighted in her wickedness and saw the atrocities she'd done as a hassle instead of what they really were.

     But so much was at stake, and he had a job to do, regardless of his feelings.

     So he swallowed the bile that threatened to rise and spill out of his throat, and he softened his expression into a cross between sympathy and the moon-eyed adoration he'd so often observed on Marty's face. "I knew there was more to you than that sweet façade you put out for everybody else." He said, fighting to keep himself physically relaxed. "Marty, he wasn't right for you." The slander of his best friend dried his throat like a mouthful of ash. "He was a fool, too soft to..." he paused, searching for the right word as he reached up and moved a lock of blonde hair aside to look her in the eye. "...cherish you for who you are. He could never have handled your family, your traditions. That's why you killed him, isn't it?" His voice was barely more than a whisper now; any louder and he feared it would crack. "You were just playing with him, using him, but when you didn't need him anymore, you killed him."

     Grace tilted her head, frowning. "How do you figure that one, huh?"

     He forced a smile onto his lips. "Why do you think I stuck by Melody for so long? I thought you were dead, and Melody was doing a good job at protecting everybody. Every day, I prayed she'd get herself killed to save us. When you came back, and I wanted nothing more than to take you and make a run for it, leave Melody and Marty to fend for themselves. And then... and then Melody woke me up and told me you were the scarecrow, and everything made sense. And I knew what I had to do."

     There was silence for a long moment, and Melody held her breath as Zak struggled to keep his composure, keep up the illusion. Grace's eyes bored into his own, piercing, analyzing, scrutinizing. The tension in the air was like a pair of massive hands that wrapped strangling-tight around Zak and Melody's throats.

     Abruptly, Grace smirked ever so barely and spoke again. "I should've killed that ß¡tch ages ago." She snarled.

    Her hands seized Zak and pulled him down to her, slamming her mouth to his. Repulsed but all too well aware that he needed to play the part, Zak kissed her back. Melody, also revolted, made a face of disgust, and shuffled in place, glancing away briefly to make sure she wouldn't bump into something and cause a sound.

     There was a sound, but not from her- from Zak. As she looked up in alarm, he broke the kiss, body suddenly stiffened and his fingers like claws where they gripped her bare arms. His body convulsed with a semblance of a cough that painted his lips red. "Grace, what did you-?" He cut himself off, betrayal and dread intermingled in his voice.

     And then Melody saw it: a knife- a small one, probably from the kitchen- as Grace jerked it out of Zak's side, its silver blade coated wetly with dark crimson. The wound was halfway down his ribcage and the blade was about four inches long; most likely it had punctured a lung.

     Melody threw the plan out the metaphorical window and burst out of her hiding place and into the main chamber of the cave, raising the shotgun. Grace's head snapped to the side, eyes widening for only a moment. And then she was a whirlwind of deadly movement, a tornado, a hurricane. She spun Zak around so his back was to her front and pinned him in place with one arm like a steel bar, then pressed the knife to his throat.

     "I've punctured one of his lungs, and it will kill him if he doesn't get to a hospital soon." Grace explained. "However, I could get him to one in time to save his life, and I'm willing to do so. But you're gonna have to drop the gun."

     Torn, Melody readjusted her sweaty-palmed grip on the shotgun. Zak's life was precious, and if there was even a tiny chance she could save him, she felt obligated to take it. But Grace was a monster who had killed at least five people- horribly, gruesomely, viciously- and enjoyed it, and with an entire corrupt town on her side, killing her might be worth more than one man whose fate was already up in the air.

     It was a terrible choice that no one should have to make, and yet here the burden of it sat, heavy on the shoulders of a twenty-one-year-old woman.

     Her eyes flicked to Zak's face, worried for his condition, and their eyes met. His softened, as if he couldn't feel the pain of his lung filling with blood or the hole in his side. She watched as his bloodied lips mouthed three words silently to her. But they weren't a warning, an instruction, even a plea.

     They were 'I love you'.

     Melody frowned ever so slightly- what? Was it a friendly statement, or something deeper? Was he in love with her? If so, was that why he'd always agreed with her, stood up to Eric in her defense, trusted her so steadfastly, protected her at every turn? Tears bloomed in her eyes, mercifully not enough to blur or otherwise obscure her vision, and her grip tightened on the gun, knuckles paling. A sick feeling snarled in her gut; something was about to go even more horribly wrong than it already had.

     Then his mouth, stained rubescent, twitched upward into a tiny smile, almost rueful but still genuine. Then his penny-brown eyes closed and he drew in a resolute breath.

     And with a mighty wrenching of his own body, Zak twisted resolutely in Grace's hold. The gleaming silver edge of her knife, razor-sharp, sliced his throat at the action, crimson sluicing over her hand as he crumpled to the ground. But as he dropped, his arm flung out and his hand slapped down on the table of weapons, and it curled around another blade. Grace was still holding him tightly and as such was pulled down by his weight, and as he hit the ground- on his side since he had twisted in her hold- he plunged the sickle he'd just grabbed into her lower abdomen. Sadly, it was a curved blade, so it didn't go in very deeply at all, but it was still a wound.

     All this happened in just a few seconds, so incredibly fast that neither woman could truly react to it until it was over. Both women's eyes were wide- Grace's with shock at the unexpected action, and Melody's with raw horror. But the pit in her stomach only worsened as she answered her own question. Zak hadn't confessed his feelings just because he could.

     It had been a goodbye.

     He had sacrificed himself so she could kill Grace.

     Grace, who was still staring stunned at him as she slowly let go of his shaking, choking form and stood straight again, clapping a hand over her new injury. She raised her head to look at Melody, and was met with a burning stare of hatred and determination.

     No hesitation remained in her eyes.

     With a thunderous crack, Melody fired, and the force of the buckshot's impact had Grace stumbling back. Most people wouldn't shoot again, but Melody wasn't most people. She pumped the gun, loading another shell into the chamber, and fired again. And again and again and again and again, all six shells in rapid succession pumped into Grace.

     Admittedly, as Melody ejected the last smoking casing from the gun, there wasn't much left of Grace's trunk. Her back was up against the cave wall, pinned there with the force of six shots, but now her legs gave out and she sank down, sliding down the rock and leaving a rubescent streak of blood. Her eyes were still wide, but now they fought to stay open as blood loss and pain took their toll. Her stomach and chest were a gory mess.

     "That's never happened before." Grace choked out.

     Those were her last words. A moment later, under Melody's cold and unflinching gaze, her head dropped to the side and her blue eyes pointed unseeingly at the floor of the cave. Grace Davis was dead, and hopefully with her, a horrible and sadistic tradition.

     Once the scarecrow had breathed her last, Melody finally moved forward, a numbness seeming to weigh her down. She dropped the shotgun with a loud clatter, and she knelt at Zak's side. He was still alive, but just barely, choking to death on his own blood. He was barely moving anymore, no longer shaking and convulsing as he had been just moments ago. But his brown doe eyes were still moving, gazing lovingly up at her.

     Melody didn't know how she felt about him, in truth, as she'd never before had reason to think of him as anything more than a friend. Maybe if he'd been able to live, they could've tried to make something more of their relationship than just platonic love, but there was no point in dwelling on could-have-beens now. And it didn't matter that she wasn't in love with him- he was in love with her, and he had died for her. He deserved some happiness, even if it was bittersweet.

     So she bent down and gently pressed her lips to his, her own goodbye. He tasted like blood- his own he was coughing up- and the stale crackers they'd eaten a few hours ago. She opened her eyes and met his, and his mouth twitched into the faintest imitation of a smile. He could not speak.

     A few moments later, he was dead too, and in less than two minutes Melody had watched the light go out of as many people's eyes. She was alone now, with no friends and not even an enemy. Everything she'd endured over the past week finally came crashing down on her, a stone in her stomach all the more weighted by Zak's death.

     She hung her head and finally allowed herself to cry after a week of stress and death and hell. The only sound in the cave were her quiet sobs, and there was no one left to hear them.

     She buried her face in his bloodstained chest and cried until there were no more tears.

| Author's note: I'd like to clarify something here: for all you villain apologists, just because her life was potentially in danger if she didn't kill all those people, it doesn't make Grace a good person, or a tragic victim of circumstance. She's evil, and she enjoyed all the kills. She wanted to be part of the sicko family; she didn't do it purely to survive.

[duncantashi]

having a breakdown at 1 in the morning because of exams

[its-ares]

— Roommates

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

"Heyy M/N, how's my favorite person?" Steve asked happily, leaning against the counter.

Steve was very happy to see you again. Unfortunately, you don't visit him as often in the Family Video anymore, since you have a job a little away from Hawkins and have moved.

It's all the nicer that you're here now.

You laugh out loud and go to the counter. „I don't know Stevie, how's Dustin?", you ask cheekily, leaning on the counter like him. Steve's eyes glittered defiantly and you both stared at each other.

After a few minutes you can't keep your face serious and start laughing. Steve comes around the counter and hugs you.

Your heart beats faster and you hope he doesn't notice. What you don't know, Steve feels the same as you.

"Nice to see you pretty boy", Steve murmured into your hair and hugged you tightly again. You separate and your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You reply that it's nice to see him too. „I'm not doing so well", you reply quietly to his question and hope that he hasn't understood. But he has.

Steve was immediately on alert. „Hey, what's up?", he asked concerned, putting his hands on your shoulders.

You straighten your shoulders and grin. „Nothing, everything ok", you lie but Steve realizes that your grin is fake. He takes his arms off your shoulders and crosses them across his chest.

„M/N, what's going on? You know you can tell me anything,” Steve said. You look around nervously and bite your lower lip.

After a few minutes you sigh and admit defeat. Steve wouldn't back down, not when it came to you.

„It's just so stressful right now. I have so much to do and I get nothing done. I only work overtime and haven't slept properly in ages. I'm the first to work and the last to leave. I've always said I can manage on my own, but that's not true“, you say, sounding so desperate.

Steve's heart breaks at the sight of you. You have tears in your eyes and are trying desperately to stay strong. Nancy and Jonathan recently visited you and noticed something was wrong. Steve didn't want to admit it at first, you usually tell him everything. So why didn't you tell him about your problems?

Steve takes you in his arms and hugs you tightly. He kept whispering that everything would be fine. You are crying now, the last week and months have drained you emotionally and it felt so good to be in Steve's arms. You missed him so much.

You sniffle and pull away from Steve a little, then take a deep breath and wipe your tears from your face.

„Sorry“, you murmur. You don't want Steve to think you're a crybaby.

„It's fine, you don't have to apologize. Why didn't you say anything? I would have come to you immediately, I would have...", you interrupt him. „I didn't want that. You also have a lot to do, here in the family video and with the Kids. I didn't want you to feel obligated and above all I didn't want you to realize that I can't handle myself. I've always boasted that I'm happy to finally live alone", you say, biting your lip.

„This is not that bad. It's a change, you've never lived alone before. And I always have time for you, you are my pretty boy. And don't tell Dustin, but you're my favorite person“, Steve joked, making you laugh.

You play with your fingers and clear your throat. Now or never.

„I wanted to ask you something else", you mumble. Steve raised his eyebrows. He nodded, signaling that he was listening.

You take another deep breath. „Could you perhaps imagine... moving in with me?", You ask him nervously. You were afraid of his reaction, what if he says no?

Steve smiled. „Of course I'm moving in with you pretty boy“, he said and you're overjoyed. Both of you are grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beats faster at the thought that Steve will be staying with you soon.

„Okay, we'll do it like this. I'm still working until the afternoon and then we could go to my place and pack my things. What do you say to that?“, Steve asked and smiled.

You nod. But one thought comes to you. „Can you even move in so quickly?. It's a bit away after all. Even if you drive properly, it takes more than an hour and a half to get to Hawkins....", You stop and tears well up in your eyes again.

„M/N what's going on?", Steve asked, startled. You were happy just a moment ago and now you're crying again. Steve walks up to you and hugs you tightly again.

You mumble against his chest. „But what about your job? And what about Dustin and the others?. I'm sure he'll miss you a lot and, and...”, Steve interrupts you.

He pushes you away from him and looks deep into your eyes. „Pretty boy you don't have to worry about my job or about Dustin. You need me and I'm always there for you. I will move to you. And now you calm down, you really don't have to worry. I would even go to the end of the world for you“, Steve reassured you, sounding so sincere.

Hearing that felt incredibly good and you notice how you relax. You nod and smile at Steve.

„Thank you“, you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. Steve puts his hands on your hips and you linger like that until customers come to the Family Video Store.

You reluctantly pull away from each other and Steve grabs your right hand. „When I'm done with my shift, we'll go to my place and pack my things“, he said again and smiled broadly. You nod and say that meanwhile you will visit Nancy and Jonathan.

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It was three o'clock in the afternoon and Steve was now done with his shift, Robin would take over the last hours for him. When he left she grinned and winked at him.

The two of you are now going to Steve's house, you're laughing about old things throughout the trip and the atmosphere is just really good. In such moments you realize how much you missed Steve.

„All right, here we are. Are you ready to rummage through my stuff pretty boy?”, Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laugh and slap his arm. You get out of the car and go to the house. Steve jogs up the stairs to his room with quick steps. Everything still looks the same as before. Together you do the work and pack Steve's things. After two hours you're done and look around the now empty room.

„Have you got everything?", you ask him, putting your hands on your hips. Steve nodded and started carrying the boxes to his car.

You stay in his room and lie down on the bed. You still can't quite believe that Steve is pulling towards you now. You're so lost in thought that you don't realize that he's back now.

"Comfortable?", Steve asked with a grin and you nod. You reach out your hand for him and when he grab it, you pull him down to you. Steve lay down on the bed next to you and you both enjoy the short break.

„Are you looking forward to moving in with me?", You ask him quietly, turning your head towards him. Steve did the same and looked deep into your eyes. „Yes," he whispered, leaning closer to you. Just before your lips meet, the door flies open and Dustin suddenly stands in the room.

You and Steve flinch. „Damn Henderson, what are you doing?", Steve asked angrily, sitting up. Oh man, you almost kissed

„Why do I have to find out that you're moving from the others?", Dustin asked angry and crossed his arms in front of his chest. You look at Steve nervously, his jaw clenched. As if he had to pull himself together not to yell at Dustin.

Was he like that because you almost kissed? Is that good or bad now?

„Dustin, you can't just barge in here. I would have told you before, but we were busy packing my things the whole time”, Steve defended himself with an angry undertone and got up from the bed.

You play with your fingers nervously, following Dustin and Steve back and forth. The two were now arguing loudly, that's exactly what you didn't want.

You have enough. „Enough now, both of you“, you yell and stand up. „That's exactly what I wanted to avoid. I don't want you to argue, so let's leave it. Steve should stay here and I'll go home”, you say and quickly leave the room.

Tears run down your cheeks. You didn't know Dustin would react like that.

Steve ran after you and caught you at his car. „M/N wait. Please stop“, said Steve but you refuse. Still crying.

"Please wait. No matter what Dustin says or how angry he is, nothing is going to stop me from moving in with you,” Steve said desperately.

You shake your head. „I don't want you arguing with Dustin about me. I'll be fine, it just takes time..." Steve cut you off with a yell.

You look at him in shock. „But I don't want you to go without me. Damn M/N, I love you. I've loved you for so long. Please believe me when I say there is nothing I want more than to move in with you. I love you," Steve said and ran his fingers through his hair.

„I love you too“, you whisper and claw your hand into Steve's shirt, pulling him towards you and kissing him passionately. Finally

You break away from Steve and gasp for air. „I want you to move in with me“, you whisper and Steve grins widely.

„You bet, pretty boy“, he grins and kisses you again.

And that's just the beginning of your journey.

[antiherocorner]

Niki Lauda - The White Wolf

A Werewolf! Niki Lauda x Reader fic (18+)

Headcanons: 

So... This is my first AU ever... And also this is my first smut... Kind of... Thing... Ever... Sex scene, let's go with that... I was debating to post it in smaller parts, or a bigger one. I decided the second one might be better.

This is a mess, and a random idea... This could be a psychedelic trip, while you're watching fucking Twilight... Yes, I am familiar with the Twilight Saga... No, I wasn't Team Jacob... No, I didn't intend to base this on that... But it might has some similar stuff (no vampires)... Small stuff... All of them were unintentional, really.... Well... 1 or 2 things weren't, but most of them.

English is still not my native language, apologies for the grammatical mistakes, I tried.

Taglist: @rumblelibrary (you are my first tag in a fic written by me aaaaaaa🥺❤️🔥)

Summary: Your car broke down while you're on a road trip, on your own. You need someone to fix it. There's a small town. What could possibly happen?...

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do it kids), swearing, possibly smoking, drinking, mention of scar (nothing big or serious), google translated German, bad dog jokes, puns, and no, i didn't make a "real" wolf fuck the Reader, i'm not that kinky, i imagined the Reader to be female, but can be gender neutral, no name, or age mentioned, no use of y/n either... That's it?... Idunno, still new to this

(collage made by me, i don't own the pictures, i just used them, it's also very amateur, I haven't done a collage in ages)

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You were in your car ‘till your waist. The damn thing broke down half way into your road trip. You have had enough of your monotonous everyday life, so you decided to pack up the essential stuff of yours, get your car together, and head out into the unknown. You have already seen beautiful mountains from a distance, gone through deep, mysterious forests, taken many pictures. You have tried to live in your car, but occasionally you have stayed in some cheap, low budget motels for 1 or 2 nights. You always had trust in your car, yet there you were. It didn’t run out of gas, it just suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, just outside of a small town. It looked rather friendly, and not busy at all. There wasn’t any other car passing by, so you did what you thought was the best decision: packed your bag, locked the car, and started walking into the town, praying to find someone, anyone really, who can maybe lend a helping hand.

The people you saw were really kind, it seemed they didn’t really get too many outsiders in their small town, and they seemed happy for you. They told you that there was one car mechanic in the town, a little group of guys. They also told you about a motel, which was always open for travellers, and due to the lack of them, it was basically empty. You decided to go to the motel first. The receptionist was a friendly old lady, who, again, got very excited to finally have someone at her place. You got your room, for a very small price, went in and unpacked some of your stuff. You really wanted to know what was up with your car, or if it could be fixed at all, so you didn’t waste much time in your new temporary place. After a few minutes you headed out to the streets, to the direction where you were told before to find the mechanics.

It was one of those warm days, so you were glad you found what you were looking for. You heard music coming out of an open garage. Above the doors you read “The Rat's Den”.

- Hello?... - you popped your head in the garage.

- Can I help you with something? - a tall, blonde haired man, with broad shoulders approached you. He had a cheeky smile on his face, sweat under his long locks. Oh, and shirtless.

- I uhm.. My car broke down just down the main road - you gestured with your hand where your car was - And I was just wondering if you could help me with it… I don’t know what could be the problem, I have been traveling with it for the past few days, weeks, everything was fine up until now. I just can’t get it to work.

- Sure, we can take a look at that thing - you turned your head to the direction from where another voice caught your attention. Another man just slipped out from under a car. He had curly hair, slimmer body than the blonde one, but still tall. You looked him in the eye as he came over. His eyes were like a river of caramel pudding, and they were glowing like a forest fire in the middle of the night. Your mouth watered.

- Thank.. You… - you said shyly. What’s happening? You normally aren't this shy… - When can you do that?

- Are you staying in that old motel? - asked the curly one.

- Yes.

- Alright. Is that good, if I go there around 7 am tomorrow, so I can take a look at it before I open the garage?

- Y-yeah… sure.

- It’s a date then. I’m Niki Lauda, by the way, that’s James Hunt. - he gestured towards the blonde one, James. You didn’t even notice him leaving you two. You told him your name.

- It was nice meeting you. I’ll be there at 7.

- Okay. See you then. And thank you.

- It’s no problem.

And with that you headed out of the garage. You turned back before you completely went outside. You saw a tattoo on James' right shoulder. You didn’t see every detail, but you felt a strange feeling. Unconsciously your eyes wandered to Niki. He was wearing a white shirt, but you could still see a glimpse of something similar, at least as you guessed, just under his neck. Strange.

You went back to the motel. You couldn’t go to sleep during the night so easily. You had a weird feeling about The Rat’s Den. Some kind of an aura was around it. It looked like any other garages where they repair cars and that’s it, but not there. There was something. You couldn’t really describe what you were feeling, or grasp what you should even be looking for. Something was up, you were sure about that.

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After a few hours of sleep, you woke up. Niki could be here any minute now. You freshened up a little bit, you felt like shit due to the lack of sleep. Suddenly, you heard a loud car noise. You were the only one there at the motel, you guessed that was Niki. Honk. Yes, most definitely. You opened the door for an old, shiney Ferrari, with Niki sitting at the front.

- You’re coming or no, Schatzi?

You blushed by the petname, but quickly composed yourself, locked your room’s door, and jumped into the passenger seat. The man asked you about where you left your car. You answered and he drove to the correct directions. The short journey was mostly silent, with small talks. You stared out of the window, so you missed the spectating eyes of his.

- You’re good? You look exhausted…

- I’m okay, I just haven’t slept much. - you turned to him.

- Well, that makes the two of us.

You looked at him with curious eyes, but he remained silent, eyes focused on the road. You couldn’t read him, but tried to observe his features. He was pale, especially his knuckles as he was basically suffocating that poor wheel. He was taking deep and slow breaths. He looked like he was having a hard time in his own car.

- Is that your car? - Niki snapped you out of your thoughts.

- Yes, yes, that’s it.

Niki stopped his car in front of yours. You got out, and walked to it. He asked for your keys, so he could open the hood of the car. You took them out of your packet, then placed them in his open palm. Fingers briefly touched. He was warm. Surprisingly warm. For a moment you thought you heard him sharply inhale, but he quickly busied himself with your car. He has a nice butt. You immediately scolded yourself and turned your back to him, leaning on the side of the car, while he was working. After a few minutes, awkward silence, and some rattling, he straightened himself and turned to you.

- The engine gave up. Although it’s nothing serious or expensive, it will take some day to fix it properly, so it won’t die again. - so I stuck here yey - How long will you stay?

- As long as I don’t have a car I guess… - you massaged your nose, the lack of sleep started to catch up - I took it to a mechanic before I left… That’s just great…

- Well, that asshole did a shit job… It’s obvious what’s wrong, and it didn’t happen overnight. - he shrugged and closed the hood - I can’t take it back to the garage now, but during the afternoon I will come back for it with a more usable car.

- Sounds like a plan - you nodded and extended your arm to take your keys back.

Your fingers brushed against his, again, but this time the contact shot electricity up in your arm, which caused you to drop the keys. You instantly crouched after it, but what you grabbed weren’t your keys. It was a hand. Niki’s hand. How does he have these quick reflexes? You looked up, still holding his hand, and just realized that your faces were just a few centimeters away from each other. Both of you froze. Niki even seemed like he wasn’t breathing. His eyes were on yours, before he looked down to your lips. You licked them unconsciously. He purred. What?

- We should get back to the town.

He jumped up, leaving your keys on the ground. You tried to get yourself together, picked up your keys and sat back into his car. The way back to the garage was in complete silence. He didn’t purr, did he? He just breathed weirdly… I am imagining stuff… Right? You were confused.

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Not much happened during the rest of the day. You tried to look around the little place, bought some food and just relaxed in your room. When the sun started to settle down you realized that you didn’t give your car keys back to Niki. You left each other in such a hurry, after he took you back to his garage, none of you had it in mind. You couldn’t call him, you didn’t have his number, and you didn’t really want to walk there. Throughout the whole day you had a strange feeling. Something was definitely up. You just felt it in your guts. Niki was like any other man and yet, he had an aura that just gave off some vibes which you just couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard you tried. You were pacing in your room when you looked out of your window. A red Ferrari just stopped in front of the motel. What, is he a mind reader too? You opened your door, spinning your keys in the air with your right hand.

- Catch! - you shouted, throwing them at his back, but before it could hit him, he turned around and caught them in his left hand with incredible accuracy.

You weren't expecting that. He didn’t say anything, just smirked and winked at you, as you locked eyes. You blushed deeply, and he disappeared just as quickly as he came by.

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During the evening, you couldn’t rest. Again. This time you decided to go for a little walk. You weren’t really paying attention to where you were going. You just wandered around the quiet, calm town. It seemed like everyone was fast asleep. Not a single person, not a single soul was up. You arrived at a little dirt road which was leading you to a forest, next to your temporary home. You didn’t know why, you followed it. You got to a little field which was shielded with huge trees from the outside world. Some rays of sunshine were still peeking through the bushes, giving it an angelic look. Little red flowers covered your newly found small area. It felt like you were in a fairytale. But you weren’t. You heard a branch break behind you. You turned on your heels, just in time to see a huge, black wolf coming out from the bushes. It looked unusual, there was something in its face, in its eyes that was off. Human? It had a human kind of amused face expression. In the middle of your observation you just realized it was coming close. You panicked. Just when you thought it was going to rip you apart, another one jumped between the two of you, from behind you. This one was white, and slightly bigger. It growled at its own kind, like it was telling him to fuck off. The black wolf looked at you one last time and took off into the trees. The remaining animal calmed down, before it turned to you. It looked majestic. There was something royal in its posture. Around its neck and on his chest it had little patches of curly fur, like a mane. It had a cut on its lip, probably just had a fight, maybe with its prey. It looked deep into your eyes, like it was staring into your soul. There was something familiar in those eyes. The eyes were glowing, and like a river of caramel. Wait. You took a step forward and it instantly disappeared into the shadows. You really did needed to sleep.

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You jolted up in your bed. You were covered in sweat, hair was messy. You massaged your face while you were trying to catch your breath, even your breathing. You looked at the clock. 1:30am. You managed to sleep for about an hour, before the nightmare woke you up. You saw the wolves again. They were circling you. The black one jumped forward and tackled you to the ground. Your sight got blurry, but you could still make out the silhouette of the white one. It changed into a man. It had curly hair. You felt like someone or something was watching you. You walked to the window, and pushed the curtain aside. You saw a wolf, watching you from the otherside of the road. A white wolf. That wolf. You immediately turned around, hands were burying in your hair. What the hell is going on? Am I going crazy? What is this place? A knock on the door caused you to jump. With shake legs and hands, you went to the door and opened it. Niki was leaning on the door jamb, with his left hand.

- What an earth are you… - you started with a confused look but it quickly changed into a shock, your eyes got wide when you looked at his lips. He had a fresh scar there. - There’s no way…

- I can’t do this anymore. You drive me crazy. - he looked at you with a beast-like expression on his face.

- What do y- - you couldn’t finish your question.

Niki technically broke into your room, then kicked the door closed. He didn’t mean to scare you, but he was on the edge of completely losing control over himself. He took a step towards you. You didn’t step back. You couldn’t. That animal look on him made your legs weak, your mouth dry. The lust in his eye made you want him. You licked your lips. That was the last straw for him. The next thing you knew you were thrown against the wall. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting like a hungry wolf. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t plan to go easy and kind on you either. He hooked his hands under your knees, picked you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass and thighs.

- Your smell is intoxicating to me. I still don’t know how did I manage to not to rip your clothes off and fuck you on the hood of your car, when there were just the two of us, alone. - he confessed into your ear, and that made you feel all kinds of incoherent thoughts.

You wanted to answer, but when he sucked on your collarbone, the only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan, which could have been heard in Hell as well. He growled in response, grabbed your shirt on the back, and tore it in half with such ease, letting it fall to the carpet. He took you away from the wall, then placed your back on your bed. He sit up, just to took of his shirt. He placed himself between your legs, arms next to your head to keep himself from crushing you. He looked you deep in the eye. The warm that radiated from him was unbearable. It made your stomach turn in itself. He leaned in to capture your lips, but he stopped just millimeters away from you. There was a silent question in the air. He got his answer when you closed your eyes. When your lips met, you felt like you jumped to another dimension. He tasted like a mixture of cigarette and beer. Your hands found their ways into his curls. His breath stuttered for a second, before letting out a purring sound into your lips and mouth. He liked that. No. He loved that. His left hand wandered down between the two of you, to pull your pants down. You let him. Then it was your turn to free him from his pants. He let you. He was bigger than you would have imagined, and thick. And also hard like a rock. You gently grabbed him to pump him a little bit, but he didn’t let you have your fun for too long. He needed you badly. He wanted to bury himself in you. He pulled your hand away from him, and just as you were to pull your legs up for him to get a better angle, he tightened his grip on your arm a little bit, and turned you around like he just picked up a feather. You got confused for a second but when you felt him at your entrance you put the puzzle together. Oh. He is half wolf after all. And without a second word he trusted his hips toward and filled you up. You pressed your face into your blanket to suppress some of your cry.

- I’m sorry, but you really bring the animal out of me... Meine schöne Beute...- was all he whispered, but waited for a little bit for you, to get used to him, before he started moving.

From slow and sensual trusts, you quickly arrived to needy and shameless fucking. His occasional growles got mixed with your load moans. Niki kept biting your neck and shoulders, and you couldn’t do anything, rather just take it. Not that you had any coherent thoughts about doing anything in that position. As both of you were coming closer to reaching your desires, Niki’s hands found their ways to the back of your own ones, interlocked your fingers, and raised both his and your arms above your heads on the bed. You saw the finish line, but before you could register the checkered flag, your pleasure hit you like a racecar. The man behind you finished the race as a close second. He stayed inside you until he got soft, then collapsed on the bed beside you. After you stopped seeing stars, you looked at him. He was already looking at you with his big caramel eyes. You felt this urge to cuddle him, you were already missing his warmth, although he wasn’t that far from you. He looked like he sensed your thoughts, because he opened one of his arms, invitingly. You quickly snuggled to his side, head on his chest. He was drawing circles on your back with the hand that was behind you. You reached up to the back of his neck, and started to slowly massaging the hair on it. He instantly started purring.

- I love this sound… - you slightly chuckled.

- I can get used to this… - he smiled.

- So am I... - the broken car was long forgotten.

Both of you drifted off to sleep like this, in the arms of each other. The last thing you heard was Niki’s heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Honk.

You shot your eyes open. You were in your car. In a parking lot. You sit up, confused, trying to solve your thoughts. You were tired, so you stopped to sleep a little bit in your car, before you reached your next destination. Was this all a dream? You climbed over to the driver’s seat. Started the car. Looked in the mirror on your right, on your left, then on the middle one. You saw a little purple spot under your shirt, around your neck. You pulled the shirt aside. A hickey on your collarbone.

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The End?...

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her  the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off.  the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[nanaminokanojo]

Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 3/8

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 3/8 WORD COUNT: 4,000+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | eventual smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | mentions of murder/crime/dying | mentions and use of drugs SPOILERS: n/a

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"Play the Game" Masterlist

"Do you remember the last time I was in your car?"

The hitch immediately started with that one question. It seemed innocent enough with the way you said it in nonchalance while you let your eyes roam the ivory interior of the Lexus. The two of you were only halfway out of the highway when you asked out of the blue, ultimately pissing Nanami off.

At the reminder, his knuckles immediately turned bone white on the steering wheel, his expressions turning dark as he glanced at you, mouth set in a thin line.

He couldn't remember a darker time in his life than watching you almost die from the rear view mirror of his car as you lay shivering on the backseat, unresponsive even if he struggled to both drive, not to crash and keep you conscious. The glassy look about your blue eyes and the way your pupils had blown up to more than twice their size making him shiver. It was safe to say it scarred him for life.

It was a day like any other. He had just gotten off work after a long day at the court, a mix of sadness and elation coursing through him after winning the case for a teenage girl who was brutally murdered. He finally put the man responsible for it in jail for good. It felt good to see the relief on the faces of the grieving parents; to finally put an end to the daily misery they have to go through, having to be reminded of what has become of their daughter.

But as he was resting in his study, a damp towel draped over his tired eyes and throbbing head, his phone suddenly rang. It wasn't yet 10 o'clock in the evening so he opted to answer it, surprised when he saw your name on the screen. You never really called, and the last time you did, it didn't bode well.

"Hello?"

"Suguru..." came your hoarse voice from the other end of the line, your shallow breaths and wheezes evident in each syllable followed by the sound of faintly splashing water.

"You've reached the wrong person, sweetheart," he muttered, reminding him just how Geto was your favorite among Gojo's friends. He did not resent that, but to say he wasn't the tiniest bit jealous was a lie.

Nanami called your name several times but there was no response, just loud rustling and what seemed to be the device falling on the floor with an echo.

"I fucked up big time," you managed to choke out when you spoke again, your tone slurred, and you seemed to be having a difficult time speaking.

"Where are you?"

"I n-need you... p-please..."

"What's going on?" Nanami was already on his feet, dashing out of the study and picking up his keys, still coaxing you to respond when he heard a ding on his phone. You managed to send your location but you weren't speaking anymore.

He was not religious, probably did not believe in a higher being, but as he drove towards your location, thankfully only half a mile away to the suburbs, he found himself fervently praying for your safety.

When he finally got to the address, he found a modernistic structure, a house, and there seemed to be a party going on. He saw some familiar faces, the gallery manager from the previous exhibit of your recent collection and some art connoisseurs he recognized from the same event.

He barged into the house, being handed a champagne flute the moment he entered, everyone welcoming him but he didn't see your face among the people. He refused, asking instead where you were, sprinting up the stairs in large strides when he was told you went upstairs with some people.

Nanami pretty much kicked every door open until he finally found you in one of the upstairs bathroom. He thought his knees would give out as his heart literally stopped at the sight before him.

There, on the half-filled bathtub was you, soaked to your chest. Your white hair was matted over your forehead while the tips floated on the water. You turned your head when you heard him enter, revealing bloodshot eyes, your lips blue and you looked like you didn't have any blood left with your almost greyish pallor.

Hurriedly, he took you out of the tub, carrying you downstairs much to the curiosity of the guests. "You will be okay. Stay with me," he kept telling you.

Despite your state, you managed to smile, tears springing from your eyes. "Nanamin..." you said weakly, making his heart swell that you were at least happy to see him.

He seriously thought you were going to die, but apparently, you did not necessarily overdose on the cocaine you had taken in as he would later find out from the doctors themselves. You had a bad trip and had to be weaned off the substance for the next twenty four hours.

"Are you drug dependent?" he asked when he picked you up from the hospital, opting not to tell Gojo about the matter until he got his answers.

"You won't tell Satoru, will you?" you asked.

"That depends on your answer and whether you're telling the truth," he told you gruffly, fighting hard not to be angry seeing as how fragile you looked. He hadn't slept and he felt as if his nerves were frayed.

You shook your head. "That's the first time. I promise you it won't happen again. I know it's stupid, but I was just curious."

"Your devil-may-care attitude will kill you."

"I know."

He didn't say anything more no matter how much he wanted to scold you and beat some sense into you. He never brought it up and neither did you. That was an unspoken agreement between the two of you. It was your secret which he will carry to his grave and for the last three years since then, nothing like it happened again. You voluntarily cut your ties with the people who were in that party and since then, you had been well.

"Don't remind me," he snapped at you, keeping his eyes on the road.

You’ve reached the shop that Utahime had instructed you to go to for your fitting, but before he could kill the engine, you spoke again.

"Come to think of it, I've never properly apologized for it, and I haven't said thank you enough for saving me that day."

Nanami shot you a sharp look. "I don't want to talk about it."

You sighed and held his hand as he was taking off his seatbelt. "I don't mean to make you angry, but I am sincerely apologizing for it. I am sorry because I put you through that."

Nanami held you by the wrist instead, meeting your gaze with a cold stare. "If you are, then I hope you also realized what a selfish person you are. You're right. You put me through hell. What could I have said to your brother if you died on me that night?"

You didn't say anything, appearing contrite for the first time.

"Gojo would have lost you. Your friends would have lost you." He sighed heavily, holding your hand properly, his expressions softening at how tiny yours looked in his. "I would have lost you."

At his last statement, you nodded and chuckled quietly. "I wouldn't refute that if it saves me. Still, I wanted you to know that it was a big deal for me." You smiled at him. "But that's not all. I could have lost you, but you're still here. So, thanks." And in a surprising turn of events which left him dumbstruck, you lifted both your hands and brushed your lips on his knuckles before disembarking from the car and skipping to the couturier's shop.

His mind wandered throughout the time he was being assisted into the suit that the bride- and groom-to-be had chosen for him to wear on their wedding. He had to give Gojo props for choosing well and suiting the ensemble’s piece to his preference. But he couldn’t quite concentrate on the task at hand when the scene in the car kept playing in his mind. The back of his hand still tingled where you kissed it.

All he wanted to do was see you, but you were a room away, also being pricked and pinned. He wanted nothing but for the fitting to be over so he can be with you again, regardless if it was just for the short drive going back to Gojo manor. Your course of action and words fueled something in him he thought never existed, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to see you, hear you, smell you, touch you. He wanted you, wanted to have you for himself come Gojo or high water. He already knew that, but he never felt as strongly as he did for you than at present because he also knew, that for the first time, you were being yourself and not playing games with him.

Nanami vaguely heard the tailor say something to him, but he didn’t quite catch it, but his image on the mirror suddenly became clearer as he was interrupted from his daydream. His brows furrowed together as he assessed what the man said, but before it could drag on for too long, his cluelessness, he said, “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“Is the fit just right, Mr. Nanami?” the man asked again, expert eyes scanning over his figure.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Nanami stated hurriedly. He couldn’t care less about the suit, but it was already great. He didn’t see any reason to prolong the appointment. “Can I get changed now?”

“Certainly, sir,” the tailor said. “I will leave you to get dressed.”

He just nodded and carefully shed the suit off before changing back into his clothes, meticulously folding the sleeves of his shirt before he set out in search of you. He knocked on the door he was directed to, hearing music playing on the other side of the door along with some voices, one of which was yours.

The door opened and his eyes immediately met those cool blue ones through the mirror. You had your arms spread out to the sides as three women worked around you. “Done already?”

Nanami felt heat creeping up his neck as he averted his gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were far from finished.”

“Oh, shush. I need your opinion.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Like I know anything about this.” At odds to his words, he sat down.

“Your boyfriend is handsome,” the couturier commented with a flirtatious giggle as he sized Nanami up.

“I –”

He was about to protest when you cut him short and said, “Isn’t he?”

“That coming from the person who said she didn’t feel like drawing my face,” he said, feigning annoyance.

“Oh, baby. I can’t draw your face if its saves me.” You flashed him a seductive smile. “You’re too perfect.” You winked at him through the mirror while he just sat down and shook his head in amusement, picking up a magazine but not really reading through it. He just watched as you were directed like a doll to pose whichever way the stylist wanted and he could have sworn he has seen nothing more beautiful.

“Just another pin right here,” the couturier said flamboyantly, fastening this and that around your sides, “…and we’re done!” He clapped his hands, standing back as he admired his handiwork. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s fine,” you said, tilting your head to the side.

“Hmm,” Nanami butted in, closing the distance between him and you. He came closer behind you, silently ordering everyone else out of the room with a succinct jerk of his head before he stood there, eyes on your bare back. He placed both hands on either of your shoulders, towering over you.

You quietly observed what he was doing from the mirror, your expressions unchanging even when he traced your spine with his finger. His lips curled at the corners ever so slightly when you slightly jerked forward when he reached the small of your back, relishing the smoothness of your skin against his calloused digit. He lingered there, drawing circles as he met your gaze on your reflection.

“Isn’t this too low?” he asked, his breath hitting the shell of your right ear. “You’re attending a wedding anyway.”

“Oh?” You twirled around so that your back was to the mirror, while you looked over your shoulder to check what he was saying. The plunging style of the dusty rose gown dipped all the way to your waist. “You think so?” You looked up at him, noticing how his face was just inches away from you. “I think it’s okay.”

“Okay for everyone to see?”

At that, you smiled smugly at him. “And you don’t like that, do you, Nanamin?” you asked sultrily.

“I am your boyfriend after all,” he teased. “While I’d like to brag about you, it wouldn’t sit right with me to know everyone’s seeing what’s supposedly only for my eyes, now would it?”

“I never took you for the jealous – whoa!”

Without preamble, he wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close so that you were flush against his chest, a devious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He wasn’t even concealing his enjoyment anymore. He liked having you close like that, your intoxicating scent dominating his senses.

“Why did you say that to the stylist?” he asked, leaning closer and reveling at the fact that you were caught off guard, eyes wide in surprise.

“It’s easier to just say so than explain, isn’t it?” You leveled your bearing with his. “You didn’t do anything to disagree either.”

“First, you kiss me in front of your brother, flirt with me like it’s normal and say things like that. What are you playing at?”

“Is this one of your games?” you asked, returning his question to you the previous day. You reached up and cupped the side of his face, eyes lingering on his mouth. “Cause I’ll play, Kento.”

He has never quite thought of his name before, whether he liked it or not. It was given to him and he couldn't imagine being called anything else. But he has never liked the sound of it as much as he did when it was rolling out of your tongue. It brought out a strange feeling, spurring him on to give in to his desires instead of holding them back like he usually does with you.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Fuck everything, he thought, dipping his head lower to close the distance between the two of you until he was touching your lips. A quiet gasp left your mouth when he pressed his lips onto yours in an experimental touch, gentle as a zephyr. Your ocean eyes stared at him, taken aback when he pulled away but the dazed look you had was the same one that drew him back to you, landing pecks several times, each one lingering longer than the last.

"Are you teasing me, Nanamin?" you breathed out softly, the laughter in your voice dying out when he captured your lips, this time shutting you up for a good while, coaxing you to respond to his ministrations. He knew he won over you when he felt your fingers grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, your chest rising and falling against his in shallow breaths, making his heart thrum wildly.

His senses were already heightened whenever you were in the same breathing space as he was, but it was always a different story when you were touching him. Hyper aware. There wasn't a better word that would describe how he felt at that moment. He seemed to see everything he wouldn't usually notice; hear his heart thrumming over every other thought in his brain; almost touch the tension in the air and feel that intense heat blooming from his chest outwards.

But at the same time, nothing mattered but the person in front of him, kissing him and making him feel all sorts of ways. He was a gonner and he knew it but he didn't want to fight it either.

You moaned into the kiss when he gently darted his tongue into your mouth, seducing yours in a fiery dance that united your breaths. His hands made their way up your shoulders, the feel of your soft skin awakening carnal thoughts, making him think of nothing but ways to own you, mark you until he was satisfied. He cupped your face in his large hands, holding you in place, unable to get enough of your taste and the sensations you gave him. They made him crave like a man starved and deprived and he wants to take, take, take.

By the time he pulled away, he was a panting mess, eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours, willing himself to calm down. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips the moment he opened his eyes to find you flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. But that was short-lived when he heard a clinking sound on the side of his head and a wicked grin stretched over your mouth. When he followed the sound, he saw the keys to his car dangling on your fingers.

"What –"

You took a step back when he tried to reach for it, effectively holding it away from him. "Prestidigitation," you declared, sounding victorious. "I'm driving. No arguments."

Nanami sighed, his senses still fuzzy from your kiss and the sight of you whirling around in chiffon and taffeta. He just gave in to his affections for you in hopes of coming out the victor, but you still played him in his own game. "Fine. You win."

You stood on your toes and pecked him on the cheek, stepping off to the side to ring the bell for the shop staff. "I promise not to crash your car."

**

Nanami sat on the passenger side of the car, glancing at the fair-haired villain who stole his car keys, currently driving him to some surprise place of your choosing. He had protested when he noticed how you were going to the opposite way from the manor, taking the highway that led well away from the town. Thrice, he told you to turn back and for every reason he cited, you had a counterattack, not necessarily valid but enough grounds for you to get your way.

"I need to read through the case file and take down notes to make up for the time I'm missing at the firm," came his first excuse but you effectively shot that down by pointing at his briefcase neatly tucked at the backseat.

"Yeah, cause as anal as you are about your job, you don't keep spare copies in your car in cases of emergency."

He jerked on his seat at your comment. "Hey, I'm not anal about my job! I'm just being prudent."

You laughed at the way his voice was raised than usual. "No need to get defensive. Besides, Your initial hearing isn't going to be in two months and by the looks of it, you have everything almost done."

"How did you –"

"I saw them the first day you arrived." Shrugging, it was your turn to shoot him with an annoyed gaze. "You keep forgetting that I have photographic memory. I'm cursed to remember everything."

Truth was, he seemed to be forgetting whose sister you were, letting his guard down and kissing you the way he did. He knew he could have done more if he completely let go of his reins. You were just too tempting, too beautiful and brimming life and infinite galaxies in your eyes which devoured him and made him lose of all sense of time, space and just sense in general.

"Satoru will be looking for you," Nanami attempted for the second time which only earned him an imperious look from you. You said everything in that single action: one, that you didn't care and two, that he was behaving ludicrously.

For the final time, he tried to appeal with something which you would actually give a damn about. "Don't you want to spend time with your friends?"

"Seriously, Nanamin, they're the least of your problems. We're going camping tonight. Besides, they know –" You deliberately stopped talking, your ears turning red, evidently flustered.

"They know what?" he prompted, leaning forward to have a better look at your face to assess your mood.

But then you said, "You're distracting me."

"And you're being evasive."

"If you don't want to spend time with me, just say so." In an abrupt swerve which made his life flash before his eyes, you pulled over to the side of the road, letting go of the steering wheel after you killed the engine. "Drive us home then."

You motioned to remove your seat belt, but Nanami stopped you, shaking his head. Why anything never went right when he was dealing with you was beyond him. "That's not it at all."

"Then what?" you snapped.

Damn, he thought. If the two of you were already fighting the way you are at present, he couldn't imagine how things would be once you were in an actual relationship. Then again, maybe it was the confusion as to what was happening that was causing the unwarranted tension between you two.

He sighed. "You're just too erratic. I can't keep up."

"And you're too fucking vanilla!" you growled.

Nanami was appalled that you would say that same comment in such a way. Leveling his ire with yours, he spat, "That's rich coming from you. Didn't you date that Kamo kid?"

You were stunned at his citation of your former relationship, even more so at his childish attempt at spiting you. It was so atypical of him. "You..." You jabbed a finger at him, about to spit fire when you realized that he cared enough to notice. Your brows knit together. "How did you know about that?"

"You think I wouldn't notice that he's been following you around like a lovestruck puppy during last year's autumn festival?" Nanami scoffed, sneering. "A person like you with someone more boring than the vanilla you claim that I am?"

He was being petty, he knew it, too. The look on your face as you just ogled him in stunned silence says it all. It was as if you never expected him to ever retort the way he did. It was really unusual if he would say so himself since he never really indulged you enough to actually argue with you the way the two of you were doing at the moment.

Out of the blue, you burst out in a fit of giggles, the corners of your eyes watering. "Come to think of it, he acts more like an old man than you do..."

"You dare call me an old man?" He knew your argument was over, but he couldn't help but say it. There was an out of place sense of satisfaction that engaging you in a word joust gave him no matter how unintelligent and shallow it was about.

When you finally calmed down, you said, "I want you to have fun and have a sense of adventure for once. I swear I won't throw your dead body to the ocean."

His left eye twitched at your sentiment. "Well, if you put it that way..."

"Just say yes to me for once."

"I always say yes to you if you haven't noticed by now."

You snickered, starting the engine. "I want you to say yes to me now."

Nanami felt something tug at his chest. "Yes."

"Good." You leaned over and poked him on the cheek.

Nanami sat there, rolling down the window as you drove, letting lose and enjoying the scenery the car passed by on the way to the sea. For the first time in a long time, his face ached from smiling too much, unable to help it.

He knew it and he didn't care if he was doomed. He was in love with you, always have been and always will.

-end of part 3-

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S “JUJUTSU KAISEN.” [20210716]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[whattodowithace]

Platonic Hearts (Donghun)

Title: Platonic Hearts

Pairing: Donghun x Reader

Genre: Fluff; Friends to lovers

Word count: 3,132

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

"Why are you mixing the coffee like that?" Donghun asks his female co-worker and best friend as she mixes an iced coffee drink for a customer.

"Because there's no rules on how to mix coffee." She answers with a teasing wink.

"I trained you better than this." Donghun says with a shake of his head, leaning his back against the counter behind him as he looked down at her as she continued making the coffee.

She hums in response and finishes making the drink before handing it to the customer. She wipes her hands off on her black apron and looks Donghun in the eyes with a sweet smile.

"But you did teach me everything I know."

She had started working at the local coffee shop two years ago. Donghun being the one that oversaw her and taught her how to make the drinks properly. The pair had become very close quickly, their personalities very similar but just different enough to keep them guessing. Since she had started working there the two had started going to each others apartments often. Every week almost. Staying late into the night until the other retired to their bedroom and the other slept on the couch, too tired to go home.

They became best friends that everyone mistook for a couple. Donghun often played with her low ponytail and rested his chin on her shoulder, the 'affection' keeping creepy guys off her back. She did the same by resting her head against his chest when she was tired or by playing with his fingers as they talked closely. Both of them successfully warding off the unwanted attention and drama of a romantic relationship.

The pair continued the work day until the last customer was happily saw to and the street lights of the busy city chimed on. Illuminating the sidewalks and roads. The rest of the co-workers bid each other good night, the shop going quiet as Donghun and her finished wiping down counters before Donghun could lock the shop up to go home. The manager of the building trusting him with the responsibility.

She was wiping down a dark counter top that had a cleaning solution sprayed onto the surface when Donghun walked up beside her after having put chairs up for the night.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked, watching her work.

She let out a small hum, thinking over if she had anything scheduled that night. "Nothing." She answered honestly. "What about you?"

Donghun took an extra rag and helped her wipe down the counter as he said, "I don't have anything planned. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and we could finish watching that drama we started last week."

"The one you said ends sad?” She whines with a pout.

Donghun grins at her, having seen the drama before but wanting to watch it with her so he had someone to talk about it with.

"It's worth watching." He says.

She lets out a huff but smiles at him despite herself. "Who's cooking?"

"I can."

She scrunches up her face at him in disgust, making him narrow his eyes at her.

"I'm a better cook than you. You can't even cook an egg." He playfully jabs, tossing his dirty rag at her.

She laughs and catches the rag before it hits her in the face. "Fine, you cook. But if you burn the food again we're ordering pizza."

They finish cleaning up the place before taking their aprons off to hang up for the night. Donghun locks up the shop and she follows him back to his place. She teases Donghun relentlessly as he cooks dinner, reminding him again and again not to burn it.

The two sat side by side on the couch as the drama played out on the screen, both of them talking back and forth about what was happening and making fun of characters. After eating dinner she rests her head against his shoulder, something they were both used to. His hand rested on her knee as they continued watching their show and talking. Donghun's cat, Hae, padding her way up to lay between them as she slept.

Midnight rolled around quickly. She fell asleep on Donghun's shoulder and he could feel his own eyes struggling to remain open, his shoulder numb from the weight of her head. He shut the TV off and gently woke her up so he could pull a lever in the couch to turn it into a bed. She quickly flopped down on it and fell asleep again almost instantly. Donghun shaking his head at her as he covered her with a blanket before retiring to his bedroom, Hae right behind him.

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2 weeks later:

"You don't have to take their order." Donghun tells her as she goes to grab her notebook and pen to wait on the four boys sitting at a booth by the window.

She gives him a sideways grin as she starts walking past him. "I can handle your friends. They've been in here plenty of times for me to know what they're like."

Donghun walks her as she heads for their table, all four heads turning toward her and grinning widely. She says something that makes them all laugh and the nerves in Donghun's stomach lessen. His friends would never be mean to her, that wasn't what he was worried about. It was the hard time they would give him later.

She comes back shaking her head with a smile tugging at her lips.

"I love them." She tells him as she goes to make their orders. Leaving Donghun with his mouth open feeling speechless.

She finishes making the four drinks brimming over with whipped cream and sets them on a tray when Donghun takes the tray from her.

"I'll take it from here." He tells her, making her nod as she goes off to busy herself elsewhere.

Donghun walks up to his friends and sets the tray down in the middle of the table, all eyes going to him.

"You still haven't asked her out yet, have you?" His friend, Jun, says with a playful smirk.

"No, and I'm not going to." Donghun snaps as he sits down by Chan. "We're just friends, I've told you guys this."

"Sure doesn't seem like it." Seyoon mumbles under his breath before taking a swig of coffee.

Donghun glares at him and opens his mouth to give a retort when Byeongkwan interrupts him.

"How long have you guys been friends again?"

"Two years."

"And you bought her a necklace with your initials on it, because?..."

Donghun sits back in his chair speechless. He had gone to his friends for help with picking out a gold necklace for her a few weeks ago, as a surprise.

"I can't get my friends gifts?"

Jun shakes his head, the rest of the members exchanging looks between each other. Clearly enjoying this too much.

"We didn't say that." Jun replies calmly. "But it is a bit strong when you get a girl a gold necklace with your initials engraved on the pendant."

"And she hasn't taken it off since you gave it to her." Chan points out.

Donghun glares around the table before turning to look at her. She stood behind the counter restocking items, not paying attention to them. The gold pendant laid perfectly on her chest with the initials L.D on it. He had never noticed that she had worn it everyday since he purchased it for her. He had bought it for her just as a way of saying he appreciated her as his best friend, to thank her for all the times they had shared together. He had never thought it to mean more than that.

More customers started to flood in, rush hour upon them. Donghun lets out a sigh, dismissing his thoughts as he moves to go back to work.

"Just think about what we said." Seyoon calls after him. "She handles you well and cares a lot for you. You would be missing out on a good thing if you let her pass by.

Donghun pauses briefly, his shoulders tensing at Seyoon's words. It takes him a moment to snap out of it before he can join her behind the counter to help her take orders and make drinks. Long after his friends leave, their words haunt him and spin around in his head for the remainder of the day. Making him stare at her much longer than he usually did.

"Why do you keep staring at me, Donghun?" She asks him after she catches his dark eyes on her for the millionth time in the past hour.

Donghun shakes his head, feeling stupid. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"You seem like you've been thinking a lot since you saw your friends." She observes.

Donghun winces, he was hoping he hadn't been that obvious. But he had apparently been very bad at hiding his state.

"I was just wondering," He says slowly, not sure how to put what he needed to ask. "Why have you worn the necklace I gave you so much?"

She tilts her head, puzzled by his question. "Because I really like it? I've never been much for jewelry but I really like this necklace. Plus it's not cheap. I can put it on and leave it and be reminded of you."

Donghun stays quiet, their eyes staying locked much longer than they ever had before. She feels her face heat up, the thought crossing her mind that he would kiss her.

"Right." Donghun says weakly, not knowing what else to say so he just turns on his heel and distracts himself with work. Leaving her to feel confused.

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8 weeks later;

Since that day, things were awkward between the two for a few days. Both unsure what to do. But they quickly snapped out of it and went back to their ruthless teasing and watching movies together every week. And she continued to wear his necklace everyday no matter what.

"Hey, sweetheart, you still haven't taken my order." A man close to her age called at her from across the counter. A smirk tugging at his lips, his voice sultry.

She felt her shoulders tense but forced a pleasant smile on her lips as she walked up to him. She hadn't had a man hit on her in a long time, she wasn't used to someone being this bold.

"What can I get you?" She asks politely, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"You can get me your number for a start." He winks, making an angry heat pulse through her body. Thankfully, seconds later he says his order, giving her a chance to get away and compose herself.

She goes back with his coffee and slides it across the counter. The man grabs her wrist and holds it gently, keeping her in place. His touch shocking her.

"Leaving so soon?" He says with a cocky smirk.

She opens her mouth to say something, her face feeling hot with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"She has work to finish and then she's with me." A deep voice says from behind her, his hands resting on either side of her, caging her in. He takes one of his hands to pull her wrist free of the man and holds it in his own. Relief flooding her.

"Is he giving you trouble, princess?" Donghun asks her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ears.

The man quickly takes his things and leaves without saying another word. All the colour drained from his face. She lets out a sigh of relief and chuckles.

"Did he hurt you?" Donghun asks her, still behind her. His breath in her ear as he speaks.

She feels her heart flutter, which it had never done with Donghun before. "No, I'm okay." She replies shakily. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anytime." He says.

Before he can stop himself, Donghun presses his lips to her bare shoulder. The action making his lips tingle pleasantly but heat rush through his body. She lets out a small gasp and turns to look at him, her eyes wide. They stare at each other for several seconds, the world around them falling away.

She's the first to break the silence between them. "We'll just pretend that didn't happen."

Donghun straightens and pulls away from her, giving her space to exit. "Yeah, it was an accident." He says, clearing his throat even though there was nothing there.

She quickly brushes past him, hurrying off to do something else. Her face red and her legs shaking so bad they almost couldn't carry her.

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3 weeks later

The next few weeks were agony, working together became almost painfully awkward after Donghun had kissed her shoulder. No matter how much she scrubbed on the spot, she could feel the phantom touch of his lips. Making her face heat up every time. They hadn't talked about it. And they hadn't hung out since then.

It was all Donghun could do to walk up to her after work, his throat dry when it usually wasn't with her. "What are you doing later tonight?" He asked.

She met his eyes, seeming surprised he was talking to her. "Nothing. Did you have something in mind?"

"I was thinking you could come over for a movie." He says, straightening his back and trying to keep the nerves he felt out of his usually steady voice. "There's no reason we should let what happened a few weeks ago ruin our friendship."

Donghun let a smirk cross his lips as the next words left his mouth. "Besides, I've missed your horrible cooking."

She rolls her eyes and lets out a laugh, one that he hadn't realized how much he had missed. "Alright." She said, smiling at him like old times. "Your on. I'll meet you at your place tonight and try out a new recipe just to annoy you."

Donghun rolls his eyes at her but still chuckles. Feeling a rush of excitement go through him at the thought of her coming over to his place later.

She showed up at his doorstep two hours later, letting herself in without even knocking like everything was normal and the kissing incident hadn't even happened. She gave him a hard time as she cooked dinner. The two of them talking while she cooked, Donghun sat at the kitchen table and kept her company.

She surprised herself with dinner, it actually turning out really good. Even surprising Donghun. They went to their usual spots on the couch to start a movie. Donghun picking out a romantic comedy. Soon it got late, her head rested on his shoulder like always. Both feeling safe and comfortable.

"We should get some sleep." Donghun whispers against her forehead as he turns the TV off.

She lets out a yawn and stands up to turn his couch into a bed, knowing the routine by heart. Donghun goes to put the dishes in the sink to wash in the morning, she sits down on the makeshift bed. She feels a strange pull toward him, a pull to be close to him again. But she shoves it down and forces a smile when he appears again.

"Do you need anything?" He asks, running his fingers through his dark hair.

She shakes her head, "No, I'm okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Donghun answers through a yawn, slowly making his way down the hall to his bedroom.

She watches him leave, his bedroom door closing before she leans her head back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling. Several emotions at once plaguing her. She had sat there half the night with her head on his shoulder, the action used to mean nothing, now she wasn't so sure. She fiddles with the necklace around her neck, feeling the pendant between her fingers. Goosebumps rose as she thought about his lips on her shoulder. Even though that had happened weeks ago, she still failed to erase it from her mind.

Her body seemed to move on its own as she made her way down to his room, her hands shaking only slightly as she opened the door slowly. Donghun was sat up in bed reading a book, the light on his nightstand illuminating his features. He looks up from his book and sees her peeking in his bedroom door, her being there surprising him.

"What's wrong?" He asks, seeing how nervous she looked.

She went and sat down beside him, her heart practically in her throat. "Can you do something for me?" She asks.

Donghun nods and sits up. Waiting patiently for her request.

"Close your eyes." She says quietly, feeling her heart pound faster.

"Why?" Donghun asks, giving her a puzzled look.

"Please?" She pleads gently, feeling too nervous to explain herself or what she was about to do.

Donghun gives her a lingering questioning look but obeys and shuts his eyes. She stares at his face for a moment, admiring his features before leaning in and pressing her lips to his gently. Donghun freezes, going still as a statue. She keeps her lips pressed against his, afraid to move them. She slowly pulls away, meeting his eyes.

They both stare at each other for several seconds, both just trying to process the silent confession. Donghun is the first to break the silence and cups her face with his hands, his face inches from hers.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, his heart threatening to burst.

She stares into his eyes, seeing more love there than she had ever seen someone show toward her. She had been blind to it for years. She rests her hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat wildly against his rib cage.

"I'm sure." She whispers back.

That was all Donghun needed to hear before his lips crashed into hers. His mouth encasing hers, making her breath deeply. Her taste and touch something Donghun didn't know he had wanted desperately. She gently bites his lower lip, making him suck in a breath before sliding his hands down to her thighs to bring her into his lap. He pressed her lower back until she was flush against him, every inhale and exhale she took he was able to feel.

Her hands run through his hair after they pull away. A goofy grin on their faces. Donghun slides down in bed further, covering her up with the blankets until they were both comfortable. She rested on top of him with her face nuzzled into his neck and her fingers woven through his hair while he traced patterns on her lower back. Both of them talking to each other softly about their true feelings until they fell asleep.

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ☁︎

Summary // Its Tali's birthday and her brothers

Characters // Tali Flores + Miguel Flores (ft. NCT127+ Bang Chan + Karma Yoon + Song-ho + Allen.)

Era / Year // February 2017

Word Count //

Italics // English

"Out of all days...you just had to pick our birthday to model." Tali said shaking her head.

Tali accepted her brothers invitation to model with him in February but didn't know it was going to be on their birthday. She had to leave early so the boys won't stop her from going. She had to tell her manager to tell Nct 127 manager to tell the members she had a schedule today so they won't worry cause they took her phone because of hate comments.(yes ofc we totally love that)

Miguel chuckled at her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Come on its been awhile and its been awhile since we have spent time together." He pointed out.

She rolled her eyes at him, but did have a point. His modeling career has been off the charts going to different countries to model at points she joins him but they haven't spent a lot of time together properly especially on birthdays, one always seems busy.

"Come on people lets get these twins changed we gotta start." The photographer shouted and people started to scramble.

She has forgotten how this type of modeling was like and its a lot work and longer too. Since usually its more like oh they get two outfits each 5 poses and only one place to stay go while this...this is multiple outfits, different changes, different makeup styles each and places changes.

She mentally groaned remembering all of this, since she sometimes modeled here and there with her brother since he wasn't yet comfortable with other people aka girls. She didn't mind at first but its been awhile since she did this.

After she came out of the dressing room with her outfit that people helped her put on, her brother clapped.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You look great."

"Oh tha-"

"Cause you look just like me." He said with such confidence cutting her off. Tali gave him such a dirty look.

"What?" He said questioning her dirty look.

"Nevermind, I'm just wondering how I'm related to you." She said looking him up and down and walked out of the dressing room. Miguel looked at her with a disbelief look on his face thinking, I forgot how much of a bitch she can be.

While Tali was walking out her manager got gave her the phone. It was Doyoung. She answered.

"Hi Doyoung."

"Hi princess, happy birthday."

"Aw thank you."

"The guys are wondering where you are, we wanna celebrate your birthday."

"Oh.." She quickly looked back at her manager signaling her to come back over. She covered the mic quickly.

"Did you tell the manager to tell the members that I have a schedule?"

"Yeah?"

"Then why is Doyoung calling me where I am."

"Just tell him you are on a schedule all day."

Her manager waved off, Tali huffed and went back to the phone.

"Uh, I'm at a schedule right now sorry."

"I know, but we wanna come over and visit."

"Oh.... I don't know where we are I slept half way here, let me ask if-" She turned to see her brother shaking his head no, she frowned and mouthed okay.

"Sorry. I can't have visitors." She said glaring at Miguel.

"Oh, when can you come back home?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry." Tali said apologetically.

"Oh Tali don't be sorry, we should its your birthday."

"Oh don't worry, I'm not alone its okay I will hopefully see you tonight I have to go, tell the guys I said hi."

"Will do Tali." She ended the call with a pout and turned to her brother.

"Really, I can't bring them?"

"Nope, this is a brother and sister bonding time, its been awhile since we modeled together lets go lazy ass." He said dragging her to the set.

"Yeah yeah, Im comin."

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?" Doyoung turned to Mark.

"Can we come over?"

Doyoung shook his head, all the members excitement went down drastically.

"Why not?" Taeyong asked quite upset, he wanted to see Talia.

"I don't really know, she just said no visitors allowed." Doyoung slouched in the couch.

"What is she doing anyway?" Haechan whinned.

"She is modeling." Their manager walked in past them to get water.

"Why? She didn't have a schedule for modeling yet." Taeyong said checking her schedule on his phone since she shares it with him because she has different schedules than them its easy to keep track of her so he knows when she gets home.

"She doesn't have it down, it was a favor for a family member, she accepted but she didn't know it was on her birthday she will comeback later don't worry." He waving it off.

The members were taken aback she never talks about her family so never thought she would do something for them especially model.

"Why modeling?" Jaehyun asked his manager.

"Because one of the family members is a model and asked her to model with them, you will see it in Vogue." He said walking off to his room.

The members eyes went big, they didn't think she had a family member that modeled especially one for vogue.

"I wonder how attractive her family is, like think about it." Yuta reasoned.

Everyone nodded Tali was pretty, what about her family?

"Final one Tali you two get to go home!" The photographer said happily. Tali smiled and so did Miguel.

It was almost dark.

"Happy birthday asshole." Tali said putting him in head lock.

"Happy birthday bitch." As he was about to tackle her on the ground the heard someone clear their throat. They looked up to see four familiar faces.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here." Miguel said while Tali was releasing him from the head lock.

"To say happy brithday to you two idiots." Karma said hugging Talia then Miguel.

"Yeah, questionable why you guys are working on your birthday." Chan said hugging both of them in a tight hug.

"Ask Miguel he dragged me here." Tali said hugging Allen then Song-ho. Song-ho shook his head at her.

"Well, we all wanna hangout for your birthday tonight you two up for that." Allen asked.

"Yeah but what time?" Tali asked wondering if she needs to sneak out.

"Around 1am." Allen said checking his phone.

"Why so late, not that I don't mind honestly probably Tali needs a breather." Miguel said eyeing Tali.

"We are gonnna celebrate at the spot." Song-ho smiled widely with the rest aswell remembering all the memories from there.

"Looks like I'm sneaking out." Tali said with a huff.

"Ooh, like usually." Miguel teasingly messing up her hair.

"I came to drop you off aswell Tali." Chan said grabbing her bag.

"Thank youu~, see you guys later and Allen."

"Yeah?"

"Pick me up at the corner instead."

"Okay."

With that she left with Chan.

"So, you gonna sneak out?" "Yup."

"This reminds me of highschool when you used to sneak out, and you still get all A's, you amaze me Tali." Chan said shaking his head.

"Wow flattery will get you no where Chan." She snickered

"Ah wait don't pull that trick on me." Chan warned her while she laughed.

"Have fun Tali, while you still can."

"Is this why you are actually allowing this to happen?" She raised an eyebow at him.

"Of course, but you know our deal." He said eyeing her.

"Of course of course until I'm 19 or Korean age practically 18. But I can't get drunk either way neither can you, if we do....we will end up in bed with someone." She said eyeing him suspiciously as they got the front entrence to the apartment. He turned to her with a are you kidding me face.

"I have no-" "shhhh, you said that last time and you ended up like that." She cut him off getting out of the car.

"I hate you Tali!" He shouted

"Oh shut up you love me." She said walking in laughing.

She got on the elevator with relief. Just really thinking of all the things that happened in her life good and bad.

She got out of the elevator and went to the 127 dorm since she figured they wanted her there. She opened the door it was dark, she thought they all went to sleep which was her luck to get really until the lights turned on and saw the members.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TALIA" They all yelled running up to her and hugging the life out of her.

"Happy birthday Talia." Haechan said back hugging her.

"Aww thank you guys."

"LETS CELEBRATE!" Johnny yelled

It was now 12:30 she was back at the dream dorm everyone was asleep and when I'm mean everyone I mean everyone. After Tali showered she saw everyone passed out not one soul awake she didn't party that much as she needed to go.

As usually she managed to actually leave without anyone noticing running down the stairs, and out the door she left.

Running down the block she saw a black car with 2 people in it who seem like Allen and Song-ho waving at her to jump in...literally.

She ran and jumped over the door and in the back seat as Allen pushed the gas and went to the spot where everyone is waiting. She felt the breeze going through her hair she hasn't felt that in a while. They stopped at a construction site and went up the stairs to see cake, balloons and a fire.

"Finally, I want some cake." Karma said walking next to her looping her arm with hers and pulling her to the cake.

"Okay lets Gooooo."

"Happpy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Twins, Happy birthday to you."

They all sang. Then they both blew the candles.

"OKAY LETS EAT SOME CAKE." Allen yelled.

(Yes I know the bite for some people/ cultures, but Karma would kill them if they destroyed the cake.)

Song-ho, Karma, Allen and Miguel were drinking while Talia and Chan weren't.

"AY, why you guys not drinking, well Chan, I know why Tali is not." Allen asked quickly clarifying.

"Because I need to drive you and Tali home, and personally I would like to be conscious." Chan said matter a fact tone. Allen rolled his eyes at him so did the others.

"Come one lets go out I'm bored." Tali whined while pulling Chan.

"Okay okay, how about the park like we used too?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They were walking some airplaning down the street just goofing around. Tali sat on a swing with Allen looking at her.

"What is it?" Tali asked noticing him staring.

"....do you miss him?"

Tali was taken back.

"Yeah, yeah I do." She whispered but enough for him to hear, she knew who he was talking about.

"Wanna give him some flowers before we go any farther?"

Tali stopped swinging and thought about it for a moment.

"Sure its been awhile."

Allen smiled at her.

"HEY GUYS LETS GO VISIT 'HIM'!"

Everyone turned, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Everyone softened and smiled at the thought of visiting him.

"YEAH SURE." Karma yelled out loud walk towards them with Chan, Miguel and Song-ho.

"You think she is gonna be able to?" Karma whisper to the three boys before they reach Tali and Allen.

"Yeah...." Chan stopped for a second making Karma, Miguel and Song-ho look at him.

"She has to, if she wants to keep that promise."

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Life's a Sick Joke pt 16

Would like to start from the beginning? Here is Part 1!

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

A/N: Good morning/night/afternoon, you beautiful creatures! I know this story hasn't been really active recently but here you go the next chapter. There isn't much action in it, although it contains emotions and deep conversations. I hope you will like it. Stay safe, drink water and listen to music louder than hell!

16. Being There For You

After you got Mick from jail, which was pretty hilarious regarding that he never did anything to be in there, not even this time. He was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. He was still angry with you for not helping him immediately, but you let him fume a bit.

You were concentrated on something else. It was finally the day your brother would be out so you intended to get him, too. You seriously were tired of getting everyone out of jail. You were driving the car, staring at the road, your fingers drumming on the wheel along the music; Accept's Balls to the Wall was on and you couldn't help but silently sing along.

"I'm glad you have the energy to sing, but I couldn't sleep last night since someone let me rot in a fucking cell!" Mick snapped and you turned the music down. You took a long breath not to say anything you would regret.

"Mick, you only spent 6 hours there. You could've slept while waiting you know. And don't be angry with me, I wasn't the one who got you there." You arched a brow still not believing he was mad at you instead of Tommy.

"Speaking of, I can't wait to slap drummer. With a chair." He barked looking out the window. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh on you, I'm just grumpier than usual for not sleeping."

"It's okay, I understand." You were smirking at him. He placed his hand on your right hand which you rested on the gear shift. "But you have to wait with your revenge until next Monday. You know we have the whole week off."

"Finally. We can be alone for a bit. Without anyone harassing us." He stated, closing his eyes and leaning back his head. You bit your lip down fearing his reaction to what you were about to say.

"Umm...but I hope it's okay if Dylan will be around for a bit. Or I can go back to our old apartment and let you rest at your house. I would like to spend some time with Dylan before we hit the road again." You turned in the next corner after looking in both directions. It felt like ages until Mick said something.

"Babe, it's totally okay. Your brother needs you. And he won't bother me unless he runs in the hallway screaming and almost naked smashing everything in sight." You chuckled knowing exactly whom he was talking about. Luckily, Dylan has never acted like that. Alright, maybe a few months ago but that wasn't the true him. Sharon exclaimed that he was improving and was on a good path. You had every reason to believe her so you weren't so worried about being with him in one room again. On the other hand, you were thinking of how jail time might break him. He was always so strong, although terrible things happen to people in jail who spend months in.

"I'm sure he won't cause any harm. So you truly don't have any excuse to have him in your house for the week?" You asked him cautiously for reassurance. To be honest, you were the scared one. You were scared as hell since you have never been to his home. You got together during the camping you brought them on and since then you weren't home or nearby even. The tour and then the hospital, the travel to your sister.

"(Y/N), there are a few guest rooms so he can crash at my place if he wants to. Or if you think environment change is the last thing he needs right now, we can bring back him to your shared apartment." He said warming your heart how kind he was with you, with your family. How much he cared for your well-being. Your eyes welled up and you got rid of the tears by wiping them away with the top of your hand. "(Y/N), what is it?" He stiffened thinking through what he has just said. "Did I say something?"

"Yes. But nothing bad, don't worry." He relaxed a bit but still couldn't understand why you were crying. "It's just, in my whole life I only got hatred, stating with our parents. I always I was just giving and giving until nothing remained for me. I started to drain out from goodness but kept going as Isabelle and Dylan needed me. It's not that I don't love them or they don't deserve it. I didn't have anyone I could rely on, or just have a nice decent talk about what is bothering me. And after meeting you, I thought I hit jackpot. And still, you keep amazing me with your kindness, selflessness, and your big heart." You exhaled when you finished your monologue making Mick speechless again. In the meantime, you parked the car in the prison's parking lot and stopped the car. Your hands rested in your lap playing with the key. Mick got out of the car and closed the door after himself before leaning on the car with his back. You were truly afraid. You hesitated at first but then got out of the car and walked next to him, leaning on the car. You didn't say a word. About Mick, he was fighting back tears, his chest rose and fell rapidly and you couldn't help but notice his jaws were tightened.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there for you." He begun, finally breaking the silence. Although, what he said made your brows knitted.

"Mick, we hadn't met, you wouldn't have been able to do much about it." You leaned your head on his shoulder making him calm.

"I know, but it's so unfair. You deserve the world, (Y/N). And if someone dares to tell me otherwise I will beat the shit out of them. And may your parents rot in hell, what they did to you is unforgivable. And I'm admiring you, (Y/N), for being able to smile and keep making everyone happy after all those horrible things happened to you. You are a survivor and I have fallen in love with you madly, deeply, and undeniably." You looked up at him, feeling lost in his blue eyes. You cracked a smile and hugged him tightly, filling your lungs with his scent. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his arms resting on your waist pulling you closer.

"I love you, too, Mick. With every cell of my body." You whispered. You didn't know how quickly you found each other. You completed each other, you were partners, not just lovers. You were soulmates. A loud screeching noise broke the moment making both of you look towards the source of the sound. It was the huge rusty gates opening. Your heart was hammering and you were grabbing Mick's hand strongly.

"Hey, easy, Tiger." He whispered in your ear making you loosen your grip. At first, you only saw guards but then you noticed your brother in the distance. You were grinning and couldn't believe he was finally free after months. When the guards went back inside and the gates were closed Dylan looked in your way and dropped his bag on the ground. You let go of Mick and started running towards him. When you two met you jumped on him almost making him fell.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He greeted and spun you around as you were still hanging on him like a monkey.

"Hey." You could only say this. You were so happy to have him in your arms again. The real Dylan. Not the one who hurt you or left you alone. This was the Dylan you knew in your whole life. The caring, the funny, the goofy.

"I would love to carry you like this all the way home but it's either that you eat too much recently or I am out of shape." You chuckled letting him go. You were on your feet again when Mick approached you and you saw Dylan bow his head from embarrassment and guilt.

"Hello, Dylan." He said casually. No emotions, just words.

"Hi, Mick." He muttered still not looking in his eyes. He balled his fists then loosened them again by his side. He was still battling. It broke your heart seeing him like this. "I would like to apologize. For all the things I have said and done. For acting crazy and almost hitting you in the face. I wasn't myself. And I would like to thank you for taking care of (Y/N) when I couldn't. It means a lot to me." He offered his hand to Mick as an apology. Mick glanced at you and after you nodded he shook Dylan's hand.

"Apology accepted." He gave a half-smile and winked. He knew it wasn't Dylan's fault, well, mostly. He inherited anger issues from your parents, but he should've asked for help. "So, are you hungry?"

"Hell yes. The food was horrible in there." He complained, dropping his bag on his shoulder lazily. "Sadly, they didn't serve (Y/N)'s famous spaghetti Bolognese. You could say, I'm craving that."

"I didn't know a chef lives inside you." Mick laughed arching a brow.

"I haven't had the chance to show it." You crossed your arms in front of your chest like a shield.

"Then it's high time. So, Dylan, it's your decision. Where would you like to go?" Mick asked. Dylan's eyes googled from the shock but then went back to normal.

"I'm sure your kitchen is much bigger than ours. Right, (Y/N)?" You burst into laughter from that statement because you knew damn well how small that kitchen was and barely one person could fit there, not even three.

"Then, it's settled then."

∆

"Woah, you didn't mention you live in a fucking castle." You admired the beautiful house which was settled in a forest far away from any human. It was definitely something Mick appreciated.

"It's not much. But come inside." You got your bags from the back where Dylan stood.

"Are you nervous?" He asked noticing you were biting your lip and struggling to breathe properly. And the son of a bitch was smirking. Righ in your face.

"Fuck you, Dylan." He just laughed and took the bag from your hand. Mick has already opened the door and was waiting for you.

"My lady." He gestured with his hands, letting you go first. When you stepped into the house your eyebrows were nearly invisible. When you thought about Mick and his personality you were sure he lived in a dark castle, like vampires or just a dirty apartment. You expected everything but not this. The living room was bigger than your apartment, it was light and neat. There were two huge black leather sofas in front of the fireplace with a glass table between them. The walls were white and pure.

"Like it?" Mick asked smirking and wandering his eyes in the room.

"It's freaking beautiful." You stated.

"Bloody hell, this is awesome." Dylan had almost the same reaction as you.

"This way." Mick said, you and Dylan followed him. "So this is the kitchen, I know it's not much but I hope it is big enough. And the bedrooms are upstairs.

"(Y/N), don't droll. So nasty." Dylan joked earning a scoff from you. You had to admit, this was the most fascinating kitchen you have ever seen. You quickly wiped your mouth but there was nothing.

"You are nasty!" You elbowed him in the stomach when Mick didn't pay attention earning a groan from Dylan.

"You haven't changed a bit." He murmured, trying to keep up with you.

"So, Dylan, your room will be at the end on the right. You will find towels in the wardrobe, too." He noted.

"Thanks, man. I think I will go, I don't want to bother." He winked and headed to the room but before he entered he winked and gave you a thumb up.

"Sometimes, I feel the urge just to choke him. Just a little bit." You said. Mick chuckled and took your hand into his. Butterflies in your stomach kept reminding you that you were in his house and apart from Dylan, only the two of you were there. No Nikki, no Tommy, no Vince. No concerts, no shouting, screaming, or breaking glasses. Just quiet, peace, and you.

"I'm pretty curious about your reaction so close your eyes and don't open until I say so." You nodded and did as told. He helped you not to hit anything. "Okay, now you can open it."

You cautiously and slowly opened your eyes from the sudden brightness. Huge windows were in charge of the light. However, many other things drew your attention. At least, 10 guitars were hanging on the wall along with pieces of vinyl. He knew guitars were your weakness and he was right there smiling from seeing your reaction. You were speechless.

"Dear Satan, this is beautiful." You held up your hand to hide your open mouth.

"I knew, you would like it!" He snickered and showed you around in his room. There were some bookshelves, tapes, and other types of vinyl as well. You noticed some family pictures as well. "Yeah, well, Susie hasn't changed a bit."

"These photos are adorable." You put down the frame and turned to him. "So, do you have any plans for the day?"

"What about your famous Spaghetti Bolognese Dylan was talking about?" He asked pulling you closer his eyes not leaving yours. You could feel his breath on your skin and his hands on your hips. "Or we could let him rest a bit and try if we fit in the bed?"

"Oh, I thought I would get a guest room as well." You joked earning a small laugh from him.

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"Gosh, how much I missed this!" Dylan was filling his mouth with your spaghetti and it appeared that Mick loved it, too. You were holding a glass full of wine and were watching them.

"It's nothing special, actually. Just some secret ingredients, that's all." You noted. "However, I'm glad that criminals love my food." You added while taking a sip.

"What?" Dylan inquired with raised brows. "Don't- don't tell me you were arrested, too. Cause I won't believe it."

Mick rolled his eyes and kept his attention on his plate.

"It wasn't me, alright? And can we just forget about it?"

"Then welcome to the club, man. Don't worry, you are not bad. She also sat in there for a few days." He tilted his head towards you making you choke on your wine.

"Nothing surprises me anymore." Mick chuckled shaking his head.

That day, you felt loved. By Mick, and by Dylan. Both are a different kind of love, but you felt special. For a long period, it was the first day, you felt safe. No fire, no drunk people trying to flirt with you, no drugs. Of course, only for a week. Then you will have to go back, but first, you wanted the enjoy every minute of being with Mick and your brother.

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Light In Hell (Edward "Babe" Heffron)

Requested by: @easyroses

Summary: You are the love of Babe's life. But he got too drunk in Aldbourne and did something he regrets more than anything. Now he has to live with the consequences.

Prompts: 32 - Oh god, you're in love with him! & 60 - Fuck, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. 

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The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I'm still in love with you.

He watched her from afar, his mind full of thoughts and regrest. Y/N was laughing about something Luz just said and it was this exact moment it hit him. Babe made the biggest mistake of his life.

She was supposed to be sitting next to him, laughing with him and not George. They would tell each other memories of home and he could finally ask her to come with him to Philly. Maybe even gave her the ring he'd been carrying with him for ages.

Now, it seemed like all Babe's dreams collapsed and disappeared. And the worst thing was, it was just his fault. He was the only one to blame. 

•••

"May I sit here?" Babe anxiously asked gesturing towards the free spot next to Y/N on the freezing ground in the Ardennes. It was the first moment they looked each other deeply since Aldbourne. Guarnere coughed a little to ease the tension in the air and freed a little place next to him. "You can also sit here, Babe. I warmed it for you." Bill said laughing but his eyes drifted off to Y/N who was uncomfortably looking everywhere, just not at Heffron, with a frown on her face.

"Thanks, Bill." Babe replied quietly sitting down.

The conversation stopped. Everyone was aware of what happened between the once happiest and the most lovely pair of Easy Company. No one didn't know what they should say or do.

Babe was staring at Y/N with sad eyes and he wasn't even trying to hide it. Everybody could see how much he regrets what he'd done. But it wasn't their broken heart, it wasn't their trust shattered.

And Y/N simply wasn't able to forgive him. Not yet.

•••

When Eugene Roe paid her a visit, she was more than happy to have someone to freeze with while have a good conversation. Gene was exactly the guy she needed.

"Just talked with Heffron." Doc stated and she could swear her blood froze as well.

"I don't care." Y/N frowned trying not to look too concerned. 

"I think you do, a lot." Eugene replied with a knowing smile on his face. She hated when he was right, which was almost every time and this moment wasn't an exception. Y/N was dying to have a talk with Babe like they used to do before Aldbourne. But at the same time, she was hurting every time she looked at him.

"Oh god!" Doc spoke again, his voice full of realisation and expectation, "you're in love with with."

"What?! No!" Y/N answered way too quickly than she should, "I was and I'm not hiding that. But not anymore."

"I don't believe a word you just said. Two hours ago or so I was listening to Heffron blabbing how he regrets it, how much he's sorry because he'll never meet a woman like you again. Can't you see it, Y/N? He loves you more than he lets on. He'd do anything to take back what happened. If you could just forgive him."

"It's not that easy, Gene. And now get out! Two medics in one foxhole? What would Bill say to that?"

•••

It was about time. They had to move forward and fight.

Now it meant attacking a little town called Foy.

Y/N was stepping on one place checking her medical supplies for the tenth time in 5 minutes. There was no denying it, she was a nervous wreck.

•••

It all happened so quickly.

A long run from the forest to the town.

Speirs replacing Dike.

And then, they made it, with loses, yeah, but they made it.

Y/N sat down on a wooden bench, exhausted, letting her head fall into her hands.

"Medic!" She froze. "Medic! Now!"

Y/N got up and ran after the shouting until she saw a wounded man with his trousers covered in blood.

"Oh my god." she breathed out and began to throw bandages out of her bag along with one last morphine. She ripped his trousers wiping off the blood of his left thigh. 

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it actually is," Y/N tried to comfort the trooper, "you're gonna be all right. It's just a scratch." 

She injected the morphine in his other leg as she bandaged the wound. "It's okay now. The bullet didn't hit you properly, you'll be fine soon. I shouldn't probably even give you the morphine but the supplies are coming so I reckon it's no problem."

Y/N stood up slowly, taking one last look at the wound, and gestured towards Bull and Luz to take him into the church.

"This is the first time we had some conversion in so many weeks." Babe stated as he raised himself up on his elbows.

"And it's gonna end like it." she frowned. Her heart broke a little as she said those words. She didn't even know why she's being that much unfriendly.

"I apologised, Y/N! How many times do you want me to say sorry to you? I was drunk. I wasn't thinking!" Heffron raised his voice suddenly. He probably would have stopped her and made her look into his eyes.

"Can't you fucking understand?! You slept with another woman when a few minutes ago you were telling me how you love me! And it just hurts so much, Babe, it feels like a betrayal." her voice was so weak at the end of her reply he could barely hear her.

"All I'm asking is you to forgive me. Just give me a second chance - you are always saying this."

"It freaking depends. Second chance for Hitler? Hell no! You?"

Y/N didn't finish the sentence and looked directly at the man lying on the cold ground in front of her. She kneeled down and wiped off a drop of blood from his cheek.

"I don't know about you, Babe. You've made me feel so many different emotions no man has ever made me feel." she whispered, keeping her eyes fixated on him.

"Well, let me just... Fuck, Y/N! You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I can't just lose you."

She sighed looking at their intertwined hands as they both touched the other one unconsciously during the short conversation. And it just felt so right.

"We're staying for the night in the local church. We can talk this thing through there." Y/N winked at him with a sparkle in her eyes, like she used to do before Aldbourne.

Babe pulled her closer to him by her hand and put a strand of her Y/H/C hair behind her ear. She could hear him breathing and once again, he made her heart race like he did so many times before. 

"Save that for later. I haven't forgiven you totally yet." Y/N mumbled not being able to move away from him.

"Just one kiss. That's all I ask."

And their lips connected after such a long time of loneliness, hurt and pain.

[midnightwitch92]

Chapter 19 | Estranged | Charlie Swan

Bella and I had decided to have breakfast at the local cafe. With everything that has been going on, I never had the chance to really talk to her. I just wanted some quality time together. Anything to make my time with her less tense. We climbed into my police car and started the drive. Everything was very quiet. Everyday Forks was looking more and more like a desolate ghost town with hardly a soul to be seen.

As we drove towards Carver Cafe the only people I saw were the Corwin's and their friends on the street, looking at me with the utmost contempt. They had been coming to the police station every day, demanding to know what we were doing about the murders and how we planned to find Lacey's body. I wish I had something to give them. Any scrap of hope to show that we were on to the culprits and that their daughter would be returned to them. Why couldn't those bastards just leave these poor people to mourn their child in peace? Why were all the victims being dug up at all? Was this some fucked up taunt by the killers? A show of power? What was their goal?

I slowly drove into the car park and pulled the car into a small space. I could see Cora waving at us through the window as we climbed out and headed to the entrance. On the way in we bumped into Leah Clearwater. Her face was red from crying as she held the stack of missing posters that she'd been hanging all throughout the town. We said a quick hello and wished her well before she hurried off down the street to put up more posters. Poor Leah. Sue told me all about how she'd stopped eating properly and that all through the night she cried more than slept. There was still no sign of Sam. That was the only good news. Every hour he didn't turn up was a reason to hope. He may still be alive, and with some luck, he might be on his way home. At least that's what I want to think.

"Hey, Charlie I got your table for two just in the corner," Cora said as we walked in. She was a very pretty lady, always smiling. She was very tall, had almond skin and a head of black curly hair. "I'll just finish serving Waylon, then I'll be back to take your orders. Here's your menu's."

"Thanks, Cora. Hi Waylon." I said sitting down at the table next to Waylon's. Carver's wasn't very crowded, two or three customers, Cora, Bernice Crowley and the Chef.

"I think you might have a shot with her," Waylon whispered with a cheeky smirk.

"What? Cora? We're just friends." I said, feeling a bit awkward. It had been such a long time since I dated anyone. The last time I thought of a woman that way was when I had a momentary crush on Sue, Harry's wife. There was a part of me that wondered if she ever felt the same. It was so stupid.

"She fancies you. I can tell." He smiled.

"You remember my daughter, Bella." I blurted out to try and change the conversation.

"Bella? Oh my god, I haven't seen you since you in ages. How are Renee and What's his name? I heard they got married." He asked.

"Mums great. She and Phil are flying all over the place for his baseball tournament." She said.

"How come you're not flying with them?" He asked.

"I was with them last year. This time I just couldn't be bothered. All the hassle, coming and going from one place to another. I just couldn't keep up. It was exhausting." She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"You'll be like your dad then. He's a home bird as well, never been one to travel far. Am I right Charlie?" He smiled.

"Yes, Waylon." I smiled back at him as Cora approached with a large tray of food.

"Here you go Waylon, hot out the oven." She said putting down a plate of bacon, eggs, and beans and then a big steaming cup of coffee. It all smelt fantastic.

"Thank you, Cora. You're a treasure." He said tucking into the eggs. Cora turned towards us, putting the tray under her arm and pulled a notepad and pen from her apron.

"Ok, What can I get for both of...?" With a loud bang, Cora's gaze turned away from us and towards the door. Even Waylon looked up. An uncomfortable silence fell over everyone as Graham and Doreen Corwin looked around the cafe until their icy stares fell on me.

"I don't believe this," Graham said as he stormed up towards me with Doreen at his heels. "What the hell are you doing here when you should be out looking for our daughter?" He asked.

"Graham please don't make a scene." Cora pleaded.

"I am sorry Graham. I and my team are doing the best we can, But..." I tried to explain.

"Goddammit, Why isn't anyone doing anything?" He clasped his hands to his face in frustration. "Every day it's the same thing. We're doing our best. You all sit at your desks ringing other counties, filling out stupid paperwork. Your job is to protect your town."

"C'mon Graham, What you have them do? Everywhere from Seattle to Vancouver is on high alert. Waylon argued.

"They should have more cops patrolling the streets. They should be bringing people in and demanding answers. What about that Uley boy? What if it's all him? and you've just let him run away." Doreen snapped.

"I and my team can't just roam the streets harassing the public, blaming other potential victims and causing more panic. I understand how you feel." I said. My team and I did consider the possibility that Sam was somehow involved with the murders, but we found no evidence to back the theory.

"No, you don't. Your daughters sat there having breakfast with you, while our girl dead. Our girl is dead." Doreen's face was red with anger as tears ran down her cheeks.

"Doreen Please..." Cora Cried.

"Don't touch me," Doreen said, slapping Cora's hand away when she reached out to comfort her.

"I am so sorry for your lose and believe me I'm doing everything in my power to find Lacey's killers," I said.

"You're sat on you're arse in that police car doing bugger all," Graham argued.

"I promise..."

"To hell with your police force and to hell with you. We're organizing a neighbourhood watch. The meeting is tonight at 6 in the town hall. Anyone else who wants to help is welcome. If you won't do anything to protect this town we will." Graham snapped as he stamped towards the door and stormed out with Doreen at his side. His face, he hated me.

After the door slammed shut there was an uncomfortable silence as everyone looked around, too frightened to say anything. Then finally Cora spoke up. "They're just hurting is all. They don't mean to so harsh."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't want them to do anything rash." I said.

"It's just a neighbourhood watch. It's not like it'll kill anyone." Waylon reassured me.