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hansolsaries · 2 years

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phases

pairing: vernon chwe x reader

genre: angst-ish, fluff, rollercoaster of emotions tbh, reader is dense af

summary: falling in love with his best friend was never on vernon’s list of things to do. no matter how many times you’ve played with his emotions whether or not it’s intentional, he knows his heart will always run back to you.

warning: drinking, cussing, grown up stuff LOL nothing too explicit tho

a/n: bestie vibes only!!! sike vernon is a big softie for you in this. based off the song ‘phases’ i hope u guys enjoyy

“Dude.. Hello? Are you alive?” a voice above you spoke

Your eyes were shut but you definitely heard the muffled voice coming from above you. A pounding headache struck your head before you could even fully regain consciousness and come to your senses. You put your hand up to feel where the voice was coming from, “Too loud,” you grumbled as you turned back around and put a pillow over your head. Where did the pillow even come from? Where were you even? Thoughts raced through your head before you finally opened your eyes and sat up. You looked around and noticed you were definitely not in your own home. It caused you to panic at first but you decided to pay more attention and suddenly realized you had been at your friend Mingyu’s house.

“Finally you woke up, I was starting to think I was gonna have to take you to the hospital,” Jihoon said, being one of Mingyu’s roommates, it made sense why he was there, but he was also one of your close friends. He was not surprised to say the least when he saw you look panicked on the living room couch.

You rolled your eyes at the comment the brunette made, “Whatever Jihoon, what the hell happened last night and why is my head pounding so badly?” you asked as you rubbed your temples

Jihoon shook his head at you before giving you medicine and a bottle of water, “I don’t know but whatever happened between you and Vernon made you drink your body weight in alcohol,” he replied as he began to walk away from you and the couch

“Something between Vernon and I? Again?” you asked while you uncapped the water bottle

“This is like the 20th time something happened with you and Vernon,” Mingyu spoke as he walked in the living room drinking a liquid IV, “I don’t know how he has so much patience with you,” He added as he tossed a bottle to Jihoon

You drank the rest of your water bottle before you reached for your phone where you had expected to be bombarded with texts, yet there was only one message that appeared on your lock screen.

Vernon-nie :D

text me whenever you want me to pick you up from mingyu’s

Looking down at your phone, you thought about what Mingyu had said to you. Why did Vernon have so much patience towards you? If this was about the 20th time this routine of you getting wasted and Vernon picking up after you, why didn’t he say anything about it? You swore you knew your best friend, typically he’s the one to call you out when you’re doing something you knew you shouldn’t be. Yet there you were, hungover and a little speechless sitting down on your friend’s couch.

You didn’t reply to Vernon’s text, brushing off the two boys who nagged at you just for your safety yet you still refused, “Seriously. I’ll be fine guys, I just need to take this walk home for some fresh air,” You spoke as you tried to convince them. A part of you thinks you were trying to convince yourself too.

Jihoon shook his head at your actions, “Yeah I don’t know how Vernon does this,” he muttered before you walked away to retreat to his room

“Ignore him, but I slightly agree. You are your own person so I respect your choice,” Mingyu spoke before giving you your own bottle of liquid IV, “I do have your location shared with me though, but please text me when you get home,” he added

You smiled at the taller boy and nodded, “Of course Gyu, thank you again for letting me crash here,” you replied before you walked out of their front door.

It took about 7 minutes before you heard a car beep their horn at you. You swore you had never felt more annoyed and so tempted to cuss a person out, but as you turned your head you noticed who it was.

“Good morning to you too Vernon,” you said in response as you walked closer to his car

Vernon looked at you confused, “It’s 3pm Y/n?” he replied as he parked his car and got out to open the passenger door for you.

You rolled your eyes at his response as you got into the car, “It’s practically the same thing Ver,” you retorted while putting on your seatbelt as Vernon closed your door and jogged back to the other side of the car. “How did you find me anyways?” you asked as the boy put his seatbelt back on

“Well after you ever so nicely ignored my text, Mingyu texted me saying that you decided you wanted to walk home. Which is dumb by the way,” Vernon responded as he started driving, “So when he texted me after you left, I just looked at your location,” he added At this point the walk set into you but the headache was still very much there. Vernon glanced at you for a quick second before he reached behind your seat and pulled out a container filled with your favorite fruits and put it on your lap. Your eyes brightened at the sight and you smiled

“Figured you didn’t eat anything yet so your head probably still hurts. I’ll order some tofu soup when we get to your house so you can eat an actual meal,” he spoke in a tone that always gave you comfort

The rest of the car ride consisted of you munching on your fruits and Vernon bobbing his head to whatever music played on the radio. It was a quiet car ride, but quiet with Vernon always made it comfortable. It wasn’t until you got home where you decided to break the silence. You were laying down on Vernon’s lap as he sat on your living room couch, a daily occurrence in your friendship. He played with your hair as you looked up at him, “What happened last night?” you asked

He continued to play with your hair and hummed to a song playing distinctly on your TV, “Uh, you were with Mark I think? Or was it Jaehyun? I don’t remember but, he did something and you were out of it and then I stepped in and he got mad and left,” he responded

“Oh him? He was an asshole anyways,” you replied as you played with Vernon’s free hand that wasn’t in your hair, “Then what happened after that?”

Vernon shrugged, “You kinda just left and got wasted. I just stuck around to make sure you’d be okay, but you got mad at me for not drinking with you so I just hid from you the rest of the night,” he replied so nonchalantly

You immediately sat up as you processed what he said, “I got mad at you?” you questioned as Vernon looked alarmed from your sudden outburst.

“It’s okay Y/N I know you didn’t mean it, you’ve been going through it and as your friend my job is just to make sure you’re okay,” he responded as a way for you to calm down

You got up and turned to him and pouted, “But stiiilll, you’re my best friend I shouldn’t have done that to you,” you replied back

He shook his head and smiled at your antics, “Y/N seriously it’s okay, I’m always gonna be there for you,” he spoke as he ruffled up your hair, “Now c’mon you need to eat so you feel better”

You spent the rest of the day thinking about Vernon and how good he always is to you. Your mind always brought you back to what Jihoon said, how was Vernon always so patient with you? Why was he always so willing to do all of this and go out of his way to make you feel better?

Those thoughts didn’t resurface again until you were hanging out with Jihoon and a couple other of the boys when Joshua brought up how Vernon wasn’t there with you guys.

“Yeah of course he’s not here yet, he had to stay back at the studio and catch up on his writing,” Jihoon responded as he took a sip of his drink

Seungcheol looked at the shorter boy in confusion, “Catch up? Isn’t he like one of the best writers on the team?” he asked

Jihoon shrugged, “I don’t know either man, he’s been out of focus apparently,”

The response made Wonwoo chuckle, “Out of focus? Makes sense cause he’s always picking up after this one,” he spoke as he nudged your shoulder, obviously referring to you

Hearing that comment made you roll your eyes, “I’m sure it’s not entirely all my fault guys,” you replied defending yourself

“Dude I swear all he does is worry about you, it’s always ‘Where’s Y/N?’ or ‘Do you think Y/N is okay?’ and then usually he goes to pick you up from whatever party you end up at,” Jihoon said

You took a sip of your drink (which was nonalcoholic, you didn’t want a repeat of last week) and slightly cringed. It was true that Vernon was always there for you, but you never realized how much he helped you all the time. Was it really true that you were the reason why he couldn’t even work properly?

Joshua took notice of your reaction and how quiet you got. He looked at you and rubbed your shoulder in reassurance, “Hey, you okay? You know Vernon does that all in a good way right?” he spoke in a hushed tone, knowing you wanted anything but attention on yourself at the current moment

“Yeah, I know but I’ve been thinking about that since Jihoon made that comment a couple days ago at Mingyu’s. I feel like I’m just a burden to him now,” you muttered and then proceeding to take a sip of your drink again

“I highly doubt that. Besides, if it’s been on your mind why won’t you talk to him about it?” Joshua asked

You shrugged, “Too scared I guess,”

“Why are you scared to ask your best friend?” he questioned like it was the most obvious question in the world. It definitely was but you didn’t want to think about that.

You shrugged again, not really having a response to the older male. Though truthfully you know exactly why you were too scared. Denial wasn’t a good look on you, even if you don’t like admitting it to yourself. You’ve guarded yourself from having any emotions towards your best friend but everyday it just gets more and more difficult. Having feelings for Vernon was always a possibility in the years you’ve known him, but you knew doing anything about the feelings you might have could also ruin your friendship. So at this point you can be honest, you tried meeting new people to see if there was a possibility to get over him. 20th guy later, Vernon was still the one picking up after you and somehow he’s still the one after your heart. It’s just a phase you like to think that you’re going through, the possibility of being in a relationship with Vernon, even though he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

The thoughts going through your brain at this moment made you get up and look around at your friends. You look at Jihoon and walk up to him, “Jihoon, be honest with me. Does Vernon like me?” you asked

Jihoon took one look at you before he face palmed himself, “Y’know I thought you would have realized by the 10th guy, but at least you didn’t get to 30,” he replied before confirming, “But yeah Y/N he likes you, do you finally have the balls to tell him about yours?”

Your eyes furrowed, “How did you know?”

“You’re not his only best friend Y/N, and I like to think I’m the more sensible one out of us two,” Jihoon responded

You rolled your eyes before grabbing all your things and put your drink down, making everyone look at you in a questioning way. Noticing the sudden attention focus shift, you headed towards the door in a hurry, “Yes I’m going to see Vernon,” you spoke, confirming everyone’s assumption and walked out the door

Hearing that made Soonyoung whoop out loud, “Hell yeah! Seokmin you owe me $20, I knew she’d do it after 20,”

Being best friends with Vernon and also friends with Jihoon meant knowing where their studio was and making countless visits there. Though this was the first time you were ever gonna go feeling incredibly nervous and anxious. You stood outside the studio door and stood in the hallway not knowing what to do before suddenly the door in front of you opened to reveal Vernon standing there.

“Y/N? You’re actually here? I thought Find My iPhone was just tripping out,” Vernon spoke before he stepped to the side to let you in the studio. “Sorry I wasn’t at the party, did it end early?” he asked as he sat down on the couch that Jihoon fought to have in there for days he needed to sleep at the studio

You shook your head, “No it’s still happening, I just had to come see you,” you replied as you followed him and sat down next to him

“Oh? Why? Not that I’m complaining, you just don’t come around that often here,” he spoke while he ran his hands through his hair. You could tell he was getting nervous a bit, seeing one of his habits you often try to tell him about

A sigh left your body as you looked down and started to play around with your hands, a habit that you do when you’re nervous and something Vernon is very aware about also, which led him to hold onto your hands as a way for you to stop.

You looked up at Vernon, “Is it my fault you’re here right now? They told me you were here to catch up on your writing. You’re one of the best writers I know and I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault you can’t do a lot of things anymore,” you spoke before taking a deep breath, “And you’ve constantly been picking up after me for all the things I do, I don’t want to be a burden to you anymore Ver. Please tell me if I’m getting too much,”

Vernon frowned at the confession you let out, making him grab your hands and intertwine them with his, “Y/N you will never be a burden to me, who cares if I’m stuck in the studio on a Saturday night? All that matters is that you were okay when you needed someone,”

“But you haven’t been writing. That’s literally one of your passions and I can’t help but feel like I’m blocking you from that,” you muttered feeling defeated with your confession, considering you were supposed to confess something else

“Y/N, you might be blocking me from writing but not in the way you might think. I’m gonna be honest, writing is just really difficult when you’re in love with your best friend who’s with someone else every weekend and then having to take care of them. I know this is probably the worst way to tell you, but I’m in love with you Y/N, and every time you’re with another guy I can’t help but feel unnoticed cause I’ve always been here just waiting through whatever phase you’re in,” Vernon confessed, “And I know I probably don’t have a chance with you now but, I just have to let you know that I’ve written so many songs about you it made me lose focus which is why I’m here. Knowing that you weren’t mine but I was all yours and I don’t even think you noticed made me really forget that I had other things to do,”

Suddenly the weight you’ve felt for so long was gone, hearing that Vernon felt the same way as you made you feel relieved, “Ver, I was only with those other people because I didn't think you liked me back. I spent all that time trying to ignore and bury the feelings I have for you not knowing you felt the same exact way, which is a dumb coping mechanism I admit so you can shit on me for that whenever you want. But I’m here to tell you that I love you Vernon, and it’s always been you, I was just too dumb to realize it.” you responded letting out your feelings

Vernon chuckled at your comment, “I guess I could say I told you so for all those guys now huh?”

You playfully punched him and he dramatically gasped, “Shhh never mention that again,”

“Only if you kiss me, I mean it’s only fair since I’ve waited years for you,”

Leaning closer to him and looking into each other's eyes in a way that has never been crossed in your friendship with Vernon made you have goosebumps. Your hand finding its way on his cheek, his hand making its way to your back. “Fuck it,” you spoke as you moved your body to straddle him, eventually colliding your lips with his. It was the kiss you’ve waited years for, no one could ever compare to Vernon. Kissing him felt like it was so obvious that he was meant to be yours all along, and you were meant to be his. The way your lips molded together felt like you were destined to be with him, you felt all of the things people say and describe in movies and more. How his hand rested and gripped your thigh as you kissed made you feel more than any previous person you had ever been with. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away and put your forehead on Vernon’s, also catching your breath at the same time.

He hummed as he played with your hair, “Wanna wait with me here to finish writing? I’ll take you on a proper date after,”

You pecked his lips again, “Of course Ver, I think it’s my turn to do some of the waiting now,” you spoke

Maybe falling in love with your best friend wasn’t so bad?

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spencerhotchner · 4 years

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Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 1

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk

word count: 2k

a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!

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part 1 | part 2

You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.

There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you weren’t home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since there’s a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick.

“Did I get kidnapped?” you think out loud. “No, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.” you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally.

This can’t be happening. Not to me.

As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you weren’t in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” you ask an old lady walking by.

“You’re on Main Street, sweetheart.” she says.

“No, um, I mean the city.” you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.

“We’re in Quantico, dear.”

“Quantico?” you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date.

July 1st, 2008

You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens.

“I’m so sorry!” she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. “Are you ok?”

“I- um, yes! I’m fine.” you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. “I’m a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.“ you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesn’t care.

“Big fan of me? Wow, howcome somebody’s a fan of me?” she sounds surprised.

“Well, you’re on Criminal Minds.” you say as it was obvious.

She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways.

“I’m on what now?” she asked.

Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking ‘what the hell’ mentally.

“You’re JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.” you say, trying one more time. “Behaviour Analysis Unit...”

“Yea, that‘s me.” she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. “How do you know me?”

‘This is weird’ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. ‘Maybe this is all a dream.’

“I saw you on tv” you try.

“Oh, I see! You like law enforcement?” she asks you.

“Oh yes, I’m in law-school to be a judge someday.” you answered. “The show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.” you say, laughing a bit.

“The show...? What?” you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. “What’s the mask about?” JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.

“Um, covid-19?” you say like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Oh, sure...” she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. “Great talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.” she jokes.

You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000’s old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.

First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like she’s nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.

If it wasn’t just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.

After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didn’t have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me?” you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.

“Sure, dear. What do you need?” she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.

“I think I might have been abducted?” you start. “I woke up in this random apartment.”

“Maybe you had a one-night stand.” she said putting back her glasses.

“No! I am sure I didn’t because first of all, there’s a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.” you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you.

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. You’re probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.”

“Fuck you.” you say as you watch her face get all red.

Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.

You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know you’re getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now that’s something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane.

The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way.

“Miss, you're not allowed in this building.” he said without much expression.

“But, sir-” you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. “Ive been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, I’m completely hopeless... Please.” you beg him.

He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.

“Ok, follow me.” he said. “Do not make me regret this.”

“I-I won’t, sir.” you were quick to answer.

The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big.

“Can you take her to Agent Jareau, please?” the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed.

Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU.

You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks you. “Miss, are you ok?”

You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.

“Is that Dr. Spencer Reid?”

And that was all you’re able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now.

“Yes, that's me.” he answers.

His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe.

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halcyonstorm · 3 years

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Levi notices she looks lighter and happier and is glad shes getting used to the commander post but also notices shes getting distant and blames it on commander duties. He thinks do i miss her? Nah maybe its just habit. Buuut theeen. He then finds out about it one day during an after training drinking session with 104th at the same bar and his breath hitches in his throat. Hange all pretty in a dress very drunk laughing at something this guy said and the world stops around him. He doesnt understand what it makes him feel. He feels like shit. Terrible. He hates it. He wants to smack the guy's face but doenst understand why. 104th notices his sudden unease and follows the direction he's staring and see hange with a guy. Sasha and Armin sigh dreamily happy that hange found someone she likes and that 'this is the happiest ive ever seen her" Levi dies at that. What does that mean? He wasnt enough? What does this guy give her that he doesnt? Wait. Why does it matter why am I even comparing. She cares about me too. But not like that. He thinks. It gets confusing and he leaves in a rush leaving everyone else stunned. Except connie who laughs at how hange made him jealous. The rest is just levi childishly following hange around mocking her happiness and the guy, finding out WHY she likes him. But gets nothing the guys actually nice and cares about hange. He hates himself and accepts her happiness but falls for her even harder since now he knows what shes like when shes in love and he wants it to be him. He accepts that hes fallen for her with the help of a very drunk man next to him at the same bar to whom he spills his secret to. The story continues and pls can someone write this already before i kill myself daydreaming about it

hi anon! sorry it took me a while but I finally got around to writing this. thank you for suggesting the prompt! i hope you enjoy. you can read it below OR check it out here on Ao3.

Title: Get Your Shit Together, Levi!

WARNING: ANGST

note: this is gifted to @tundrainafrica. i hope this satisfies your angst cravings. i hope you enjoy as well <3

Levi and some members from the 104 went out to a bar one night. It was a warm, summer evening and the sun had just begun to set. They all had a long day training out in the field, and Connie somehow convinced Levi to go out with them. Perhaps it was because Connie batted his puppy-dog eyes at Levi in such a way where if Levi didn’t, he thought Connie would break down and cry. Besides, Levi had asked Hange and she declined stating she had other plans. The bar was hustling and bustling that evening. They sat in a booth: Levi, Sasha, Connie, and Armin. They all ordered food, Sasha ordering herself more food than she looks like she can eat. The kids talked amongst themselves. After all, who was going to talk to Levi? He was their superior, almost like their parent who disappeared for years before showing up unexpectedly, expecting the kids to take him back. Armin made some small talk with Levi, but no one knew much about Levi. They knew two things for sure: he loved to clean and he loved tea. He usually hated alcohol, but somehow managed to down an entire beer glass before receiving the food. He was exhausted from the day, as was everyone else.

Suddenly, a loud laugh caught his attention. It wasn’t just any laugh, but a familiar one. A laugh that sent shivers down his spine and his heart to throb hard in his chest. It was Hange Zoe’s laugh. Had he known she were going, he would’ve invited her to avoid the awkward socialization with his subordinates. He looked to where the sound was coming from and was shocked. Other plans, huh? She was sitting next to a dark skinned man with a buzzcut and a beer glass in one hand. He was laughing too. She was laughing at something he said. The sight of her took his breath away. She never wore a dress like that before, but tonight she wore an emerald green dress that went a bit past her knees, exposing her muscular calves. The neckline of the dress cut low, exposing her collarbones. Her hair was in a ponytail but was neater than usual. Was she on a date? The realization caused Levi to feel as if his heart was being squeezed by a fist that was wringing out all the blood from it. Squeezing it so tight Levi thought he was going to die for a brief moment. He rubbed his eyes and looked again to make sure he could believe what he saw. He could. There she was: Hange in her beautiful emerald dress, talking and laughing with the dark-skinned man. They were sitting across from one another at a table-for-two. Their faces were close to one another as they spoke and laughed, drinking glasses and glasses of wine. Why do I feel this way? He asked himself. But he knew why. This feeling was familiar. It happened a few times before, specifically with Hange. It happened when she gave Moblit all her attention, gushing over how competent he was as her assistant, and now. Seeing her face to face on a date with this man who was much more attractive than himself: honey brown eyes; aquiline nose; plump lips; big, strong hands; a deep voice; and most importantly, he was much taller than Levi. He saw her date place a hand on hers, making Levi’s rage fester even stronger. I’m gonna slap that man, he thought. Why was he touching her? And why does she not mind it?

Levi had been staring for a long time, longer than he thought, before Connie nudged him from across the table. He was clearly drunk.

“Leeeeeeeeeevi,” he slurred with a cheshire cat-like grin. “Gawking, are we?” Levi rolled his eyes, taking his beer glass from him.

“You’ve gotta stop drinking,” he ordered, finishing whatever was left of Connie’s beer.

“Are you looking at Hange?” Armin asked, turning his head left to look at Levi. Armin could tell right away that was what Levi was doing. He shook his head no.

“She looks soooooo happy!” Sasha chimed in, dreamily gazing at the couple. Levi felt his face contort into a wretched grimace.

“She does. I haven’t seen her look so happy in a while,” Armin added. He quickly regretted it though when Levi threw him a harsh glare. Armin looked through his glare after a moment. Levi had a look in his eyes that Armin never saw before: hurt. Levi was hurt. His eyebrows were knit together, expressing a look that one may give when they’re about to cry.

I am not enough for her.

Armin felt his heart strings tugged, hesitantly placing a comforting hand on Levi’s bicep. He knew how much he loved her, despite his harsh tone. Hange was the only one who truly understood Levi and his words. Armin was able to observe Levi with Hange one night.

It was a cool March evening and Hange was working hard that day. She had been cooped up in her office sorting through and reading stacks and stacks of papers. She never came out for a meal that entire day. He saw Levi knock on her door with a plate of food in one hand and a blanket folded over his arm. She didn’t respond, so Levi allowed himself in. The door was shut behind him, but Armin could hear him softly talking to her before leaving the office. She must’ve fallen asleep so Levi draped the blanket over her shoulders. He must’ve left the food on her desk. That was the moment Armin realized Levi loved Hange. He didn’t just love her. He adored her. Ever since that moment, Armin was able to decipher Levi’s words from his true feelings.

“Oooooooooooooh, is someone jealous?” Connie teased. Sasha slapped his arm. Levi felt like if he stayed any longer, he’d explode and say something he’d regret.

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi sneered, standing up to leave. He felt as if he should torture himself more and watch the happy couple, but he didn’t have the willpower to do so. He drank a bit too much than he would’ve liked, and the heat inside the bar was getting to a boiling point, and he felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t need to hear it from the 104 that he lost his chance with Hange. They called out for him, but he didn’t hear. The air outside was much cooler compared to the sweltering temperature of hundreds of bodies tightly packed in the small bar. He found a trash can nearby, barely making it before vomiting. The stomach acid and alcohol came spewing out of him. He smelt it in his nose each time he breathed. He spit into the trash can when he was done, starting to slowly walk back to the cabins.

A few days later, Levi goes back to that bar alone after another hard day training. He felt like the sun was draining him of his energy each time he dared to stay outside. He sat on a bar stool and ordered a beer. There was a man next to him of whom he didn’t recognize. He was a stocky older man who had short black hair and brown eyes. The man looked drunk, the type of drunk where you can remember half the shit that was going on. The man saw Levi’s face and did not recognize him which gave Levi an impulsive idea.

“Are you from out of town?” Levi asked the man. He gave Levi a small smile.

“Yes.”

Say no more, Levi thought. Suddenly, a few drinks in, he opened up the key on his heart and started spilling his emotions to this guy. A few tears came through. Levi was buzzed at this point, his words too jittery and his hands too shaky. The man to whom he spoke listened intently. Somehow, this man he met at the bar had this pleasant aura that Levi felt he could tell him anything.

“Sir,” The man said. “Why don’t you just talk to her? Talk to her like you’re talking to me. That is the only way you’ll find out her true intentions with her date.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“But it is. You know how much more peace there’d be in the world if people just talked things out?”

The man’s unrealistic statement somehow gave Levi some confidence. That confidence, however, quickly went out the window when he caught a glance of a messy brown mop of hair. It was Hange with that dark-skinned man again. She wore a black dress this time with a high collar, her arms exposed. God, she looked beautiful. Levi wished she could dress up for him like that. In that moment, hearing her beautiful laugh and seeing her beautiful smile, Levi realized he was in love with her.

“Ah… is that her?” The man asked, looking over his shoulder inconspicuously (unlike Levi who starred with no shame).

“Yes…”

“Find time to talk to her,” The man said. “You got this, man.” Before Levi went to say something to the man again, he was gone. He tried to watch her as she talked with the man. She was radiant. She had a look on her face that he couldn’t quite place. Was it… No. It couldn’t be. Her eyes were glowing, she was shining. Was she falling for this man?

He felt like he was gonna be sick again. He abruptly got up from his seat and headed to the bathroom. He pushed the stall door open, vomiting once again. His throat was still sore from the last time, so this time the acid ripped at his throat even more. Hot tears started to stream down his face. He wanted her so bad. He wanted to be the one to make her laugh and smile. He wanted to be the one she fell in love with, not him. His heart ached so bad it was attempting to jump out from his throat. What hurt the most is that the guy she was with was nice. Too fucking nice. He laughed at her jokes, didn’t complain when she rambled, made subtle touches that weren’t inappropriate, and he was tall. He placed a hand to his heart as if it’d help put it back together. He took a deep, quivering inhale before standing up, flushing the toilet, and going to the faucet. He splashed his face with some cold water. How can I expect her to like me if I can’t confess? He looked at himself in the mirror.

You look like shit, he told himself. He murmured a few words aloud: “I’m in love with you. I am in love with you. Hange, I love you. I love you, Hange. Please be with me.” He took in a deep breath, stronger than the last, before exiting. He bumped into a person when he left the stall but paid no mind to it. When he was about to leave, he noticed the man she was with was gone. Maybe he was the one he bumped into?

“Oi, Hange,” he said, walking to her table. She smiled softly when she saw him.

“Levi, what’re you doing here? I thought you hated liquor.”

“I can’t spend time at a bar?” he replied, leaning a hand on the table. Hange rolled her eyes playfully.

“You can do whatever you please,” She said, beginning to stand up.. “Now if you’ll-”

“Four-eyes,” he interrupted her. “You look…” She stared at him intently, waiting for his response. “Good.”

Her eyes lost their light. Did he upset her? Then Levi realized she wasn’t staring at him anymore, she was looking past his shoulder. At that moment, the dark-skinned man approached Hange from behind Levi. So I did bump into him earlier.

“Are you ready?” He asked her. His voice was deep and seductive. Levi wondered if they fucked yet.

“Just a moment,” Hange replied. “Thank you, Levi. Was that all you had to say?” He felt like an idiot. An absolute idiot.

“N...Yes,” he said, losing all the confidence he had built up. How could he compete with this man? Levi just wretched in the bathroom and looked as pale as a ghost. Hange placed her hand on his shoulder gently, which made Levi’s heart skip a beat.

“Have a good night, Levi. Get your rest.” She started walking past him with her date towards the exit.

“No…” he murmured, inaudible to Hange. Or so he thought. She froze in her spot as she heard him change his answer.

“Onyankapon, could you wait outside for me? Give us a moment,” She whispered to her date. He nodded, exiting the bar. Hange turned around to face Levi. They were standing within a comfortable distance from each other.

“Levi, what else did you have to say? It’s getting late, you know.”

“I miss you,” he admitted. Hange’s eyes widened at his direct statement, knowing he usually states the opposite. “I miss hanging out with you and being with you all the time. You’re with him now and that’s okay but I just wanted to tell you that I can be better for you. I can take you on dates that are more exciting than a bar. You said you always wanted to swim, we can do that… We can do whatever you want us to do. All I care about is being with you.”

Hange’s face flushed red. He never talked like this with her before. She could tell he was a bit desperate but that didn’t make him any less genuine. Her heart ached. She was not sure how to feel. She did love him, but that was a while ago. A little part of her would always love Levi, but she was falling for Onyankapon now.

“I’m so sorry, Levi,” she said, barely audible. “I’m sorry. I did feel that way for you a long time ago, but I don’t anymore. I wish you had told me sooner.”

#do NOT come for me #ANGST #DID I MENTION ANGST #levihan #this has angst if i didn't mention it already #levi x hange #levi x hanji #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levihan angst #levihan brainrot #asks #ask

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p0gue420 · 4 years

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Hold me

Requested: @wanniiieeee

summary:the band sunset curve fall into a coma what will happen next read and find out.

word count:1580

A/N: I was really deep into a depressive state writing this so sorry its bad!

Warnings:not a warning but reader can touch the boys

pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

“Maybe I’ll try tonight…” Julie finishes talking to Ray, Flynn and I rush from the top of the stairs back to Julies room after listening to the saddened voices speaking about moving.

“Quick, act natural.” Flynn whispers as we hear Julies footsteps coming up; we both unpreparedly get into the most unnatural position, trying to act “Natural”. Jules walks in furrowing her eyebrows after a glance at the two of us.

I pick at my nails pretending to be casual as I try to spark a not so subtle distracting conversation. “Hey Jules, funny seeing you here..” I say looking up curiously.

“You heard?” she says blankly.

Flynn and I turn to each other; she stands up from the edge of the bed stalking slowly to the girl with big slippers.” If by “heard” that, you mean the fact, we get to go through the cool stuff in the loft...then...yeah.” she says with a smile on her face as she rubs the girl’s arm in comfort.

I stand from my spot at the desk wrapping my arms around the girls, putting our heads together.

“We can all do it together Jules... if that would help…” I nudge the girl’s arm putting a small smile on her face. She leans her forehead on mine, speaking up. ”That would be nice.”

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“Woah dude how did we get back here!” The shaggy-haired boy says after sputtering up a cough looking around as the other two guys check out the studio. Flynn, Jules, and I scream growing terrified of the new presence in the room; The guys begin to join in on the screaming scared of the sudden noise.

First instinct and a smart one, we all begin speeding past the boys out of the studio running into Ray.

“Woah slow down, You look like you've seen a ghost” He didn’t know-how on the spot he was about our expressions. We all stare at him traumatized like as we say in unison “We have!”

Carlos cuts in “cool!” I thump him in the head with my middle finger and thumb to make him shut up but I’m quickly cut off by Ray scolding me, “Y/n, We’ve talked about the thumping.” he says as Carlos mimics his actions of pointing his index finger at me as to be stern. before Ray turns back to him with his eyebrows furrowed.

I huff turning to Carlos to apologize but quickly speed off so I don’t have to.

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Flynn, Julie, and I walk in a huddle back to the studio holding a cross. I start to giggle remembering a TikTok, I begin to speak up before I could be interrupted.”Shiver me timbers...am i right..?” I say giggling, we turn around at the sound of little giggles at my TikTok reference

We begin screaming again when we’re cut off by our blonde friend who we just visited at the hospital not that long before, his soft voice asking us to please be quiet and stop screaming.

“Guys, do you understand what’s happening?” I ask say sadly as everyone looks at me.” If we’re seeing ghosts then that means they passed…” my eyes begin to well up with tears at the sight of our sweet boys standing there confused as to what’s wrong.

Luke stares completely and utterly confused as he attempts to touch Julie and Flynn to test the “Ghost logic” when his hand fell through with a chill he was filled to the brim with sadness, his heart dropped in his stomach, tears in his eyes as his head began to pound and his throat felt like it was clogged, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t understand..” Reggie shakes his head.

My boy with his shaggy brown locks decides to attempt to touch me; Slowly reaching his hand out towards my face , he hesitantly brushes the pad of his thumb against my warm tear-stained cheeks, so caught up in the moment it felt like no one else in the room. He grabs my shoulder pulling me towards him to engulf me in a hug..

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Time skip brought to you by Owen joyners EpiPen

3 weeks passed.

I lay across the couch thinking of lyrics in my head trying to put it all on paper, I sing the song in my head trying to find the melody when a certain boy walks up behind me sticking his fingers to my side tickling me.I know exactly who it is by the scent filling my nasal passages, I turn around prepared with a small nerf gun from my hoodie pocket shooting him, but the bullets going through him.

He snorts staring at me in awe as if he knew it wouldn’t work.”What, you think it’s funny I can’t shoot you, huh..huh?! I saw as I jump off the couch onto his back kissing and bear-hugging the boy as he lets out wild laughs; fouling my heart with warmth. I slide off his back but he’s still holding on to my leg making me stumble, he quickly loops his arm around my waist catching me before I can fully reach the ground. Our eyes linger on each other for longer than normal when we hear a faint but clear whistle behind us.

“Come on lover birds, we have songs to write and instruments to play,” Reggie says walking up to the two of his, blushing and warm cheeks clearly showing. We finally look down and realize we’re still conjoined at the hip making us move away from each other abruptly.

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“Hey luke it’s me again, I know your soul is technically still in the studio and I just saw you but it’s still nice to come to check on your body.” I saw as I bring my hand to the luke laying on the hospital bed, caressing his rough calloused fingers with my own soft ones.

I giggle as i remember a fun time we had when he was quote “alive”.

“You remember that one time we went down to-” I was quickly cut off by Lukes’s nurse coming in to tell me visiting hours were over, but I can still hang out with ghost luke, right? All these thoughts in my head; what if he doesn’t wake up, what if he never gets to be seen again,to play his music the way he wants to.what if I never have my best friend back.

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“In and out y/n, just like we practiced, in and out.” Alex had me leaned against his chest to help with the tightening of my muscles as he brushed the hair out of my face helping with my panic attack.“Luke-Lu-Luke, where is-where is he.” I managed to get out in between breaths.

“He said he was on his way, It okay he’ll be here.” he stroked my hair, as I struggled to breathe at all, my test tightened, I felt cut off from the world. It was like watching myself struggle but unable to help with the pain. Just about that time, I was bursting into hot tears, luke ran into the studio immediately cupping my face with his calloused hands trying to calm me down while repeatedly asking whats wrong;I bury my head in the crook of his neck as I continue to squall about how he’s my best friend. “ Y/n you smell like pure vodka, did you drink anything?” He holds my face in his hands staring at me lovingly

“I drank some- I drank a lot of Smirnoff- a little of a lot, cus i visited you in the hospital and started thinking about how I need you back-I -I need you back Luke, I need-need you. Please just hold me..” I trail off into whimpers as he pulls my head in his lap, caressing my hair softly as he thinks about everything I just said.

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I sit in the hospital when nurses begin to run into the rooms of the boys,I hear ther voices and thats all i need before i start falling on my knees crying happy tears,falling from my eyes salty droplets as i begin to run straight to lukes bed but begin to be pushed out and i know somethings wrong; And my heart drops to my stomach as i hear “Whos the pretty girl?” my boy asks.my heart stops...what did he just say

A/N: WHAT DID SHE SAYYYY, SUPRISEEE SHAWTYYYY HE DONT REMEMBER YOUUUUUUUUU

“Luke it’s me,it’s your best friend?” i said in more of a question.

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Weeks passed by and luke still doesn’t remember me,and i have no clue what to do.weeks feeling overwhelmed without my bestfriend.weeks crying every second thinking about how ive already lost him when lukes ghost walks in at the same time as luke when they run into each other the sight in front of me is crazy as it looks as if his soul has been sucked into his body when i hear “Y/n?”

I run as fast as my legs can carry me into his arms and place a harsh kiss onto his lips knocking him back but he responds kidding back. Long minutes of being in eachothers arms when he pulls back smiling that signature smile i’ve always loved

“I love you Y/n” He says with tears in his eyes.

“I love you too” i say as i pull him back in for another kiss.

#charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke jatp #luke patterson x reader #luke julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner #jeremy shada #madison reyes

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Opposites Attract (1,000+ Follower Special!!)

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female!Pierce/Petrova!Reader

Warnings: Possibly swearing?, fluff, indications of smut??, death/mentions of death, slight angst/violence, I think that’s all

Words: 1,667

Summary: The younger sister of Katherine was the true owner of Damon’s heart, Katherine only being his worry in 1864 due to the sister’s bond, the bond that fueled Katherine to force Y/n to join her when she escaped Mystic Falls and left Damon to think they were both in the tomb.

Note: I have no idea what to say honestly... I’ve been gone due to troubles with my computer yet you guys stuck around and that’s what matters to me. Though I may have a bit of a hard time with words, I hope you guys know that you all mean so much to me 💕💕

And if you’d like me to make a part two, which I’m already planning on doing- I just really liked the ending, or make this a series, feel free to let me know!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI.

1864

Her back hit the wall, lips molded with his as their tongues clashed in a hungry passion. Her fingers played with his hair and pulled his face and body closer to hers. With his hands trapping her against the wall, she felt content.

“Turn me.”

“I can’t, Da-”

“Don’t. I understand, Katherine and all that...but promise me that one day, you’ll escape her grasp and run away with me.” She forced herself to look into Damon’s eyes, her undead heart breaking at the sorrow that drowned in his blue orbs. “Please?”

“I can’t make any promises...” she paused involuntarily, her heightened hearing catching a sudden ruckus from Stefan’s room and stealing her attention. Damon frowned, adjusting his grip on her waist to pull her back to reality. “I...I just can’t right now. However,” the smile returned to his lips, “one day, I will find you. And if you still want to...you may take me up on that promise, Salvatore.”

He was ready to answer when his door burst open and he and Y/n pulled away in a panic. His father stared down Y/n with a great furry in his body. She didn’t say a word, simply kissing Damon softly and nodding to Mr. Salvatore.

“Father- please-”

“No. She’s a monster, Damon! Her sister is a monster! They are monsters! Don’t you see that? She’ll kill you if you give her the chance. The same goes for Stefan and the other Pierce girl. If they’re even girls.” He mumbled the last bit of his sentence, too caught up in the belief that they were pure evil to consider any other possibility.

“She’s not a mons-”

“Yes. She is. Now, enough! I’m already ashamed of your siding with the demons, there is no need to make it worse, boy!” Mr. Salvatore grunted and put a muzzle-like-mask over Y/n’s head and called out to the rest of the hunters, watching as she was dragged away with a grimace upon his face.

Whilst Damon was traumatized, angry at his father and the world for their cruel decisions for his life, he attempted at keeping a neutral, unphased expression. “What will happen to her?”

“The same thing that will happen to the other monsters; she’ll burn.”

Present Day

Damon continued pacing throughout the house, ignoring Stefan’s pleas for him to stop. He thought about what Emily had told him, and what he needed to do. He had everything he needed, what was stopping him from going to the tomb? A gut feeling? Life? Was he just a big chicken?

He took a breather, telling himself to think about the reason he was in this mess. It was for a girl. The love of his life, to be specific. Y/n Pierce. The lovely lady who had come to stay with the Salvatore brothers after her and her sister’s parents had burnt with their home.

They felt pity for the girls, taking them in and, from then on, starting their odd journey through the supernatural world. Y/n was the first to reveal her secret; pulling away from a kiss with Damon due to her loss of control over her vampire features.

Though normally he’d be afraid, Damon had gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, awe and interest shining on his face. It was that night that he confessed his love for her, promising to take her away one day.

He chuckled at the memory, wiping his thumb across his lips. Damon remembered the taste of her lips like it was yesterday. The delicate softness paired with the lustful desire of their kisses was perfection. The kisses they had shared held something no one else could give him.

Despite occasionally hooking up with a girl or two, he was still on the search for his long lost lover. Deep down, he knew the sex was just for a distraction; even if he didn’t want to think of it as such, he knew that he was constantly comparing them to Y/n. Sometimes verbally, sometimes mentally, either way- the comments were always about the woman his heart belonged really to.

“Damon. Why are you really here?”

To find Y/n and stay true to my promise. “Just to be with you, little brother! Is it wrong that I want some bonding time with my little bro?”

“For you? Yes.” Stefan made it a point to avoid and ignore Damon as much as possible, especially with a girlfriend to protect from his ‘evil’ also-vampire brother. “Now, I’m going to ask you again. Why are you really here?”

Damon sighed. “You already know that Stefan.”

Now that Damon was closer than ever to opening the tomb, he was more than ready to reveal his true intentions. Stefan believed Damon was after Katherine, pleading him to leave as soon as they got out of the tomb. But in reality, Damon could care less about that vampire. He just wanted Y/n, but with the sisters being closer than anything he’d ever seen, he had no choice but to rescue Katherine as well.

If he was lucky, Katherine would allow Y/n to stray from her and stay with Damon, but he had a feeling that would never happen. Not with how possessive Katherine was. How she insisted that blood, as well as herself, went first.

1864

“We need to go back to them!” Y/n tried to run to her lover’s body. Her heart was racing. She’d come back to find that her beloved had been shot dead, his brother the same. Before Y/n could reach the man, Katherine gripped her waist and held her back, stronger than her younger sister due to being older in human and vampire years.

Y/n was the one Petrova to have escaped Klaus in his act of revenge. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault that he missed her. She was out picking berries, going about her life normally, before returning to a bloodied home with the bodies of the people she loved strewn about messily.

She remembered falling to her knees and cursing at whatever entity seemed to be there. Whether it was God or some other being, she demanded, through sobs, to know what she had done to deserve it.

Then, as if her prayer-like-yells of agony had been answered, Katerina showed up at the doorway. Her reaction was similar to Y/n’s; first, processing what she was seeing, then, feeling the fear freeze her in place, and finally, screaming and trying to shake her family awake, hoping as much as she could that it was all a dream.

Y/n walked from her hiding spot slowly, still shaking from her discovery but much more calmed with the presence of her older sister. “Who would do such a thing?”

She swore she could never forget the rage, paired with terror, in her sister’s eyes. “Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson did this.”

That very day, she turned her sister. She explained that they would live long enough to either kill Klaus and get revenge, or plea for his forgiveness and live their lives once more.

Snapping out of her memory fueled trance, Y/n broke free of her sister’s arms and dropped to the ground beside Damon. She pulled his head onto her lap and brushed his dark curls from his face. She chuckled to herself when she noticed her tears dropping onto his face.

“Goodbye, my love.” Y/n pressed a kiss to his forehead, then one on the tip of his nose. Finally, one on his lips, staying a little longer than the others as she savored the intimacy in their final goodbye. “If I only I had told you yes...”

She left her sister to say her goodbye to Stefan, wiping her tears away as she felt what was left of her heart crumble into bits.

Once, she had a family. And then she had her sister. Then she had her sister and an owner to her heart, the feeling of humanity returning to her undead body, feeling alive for the first time since her transition.

Now? She was back to having only her sister.

Damon felt the same way.

When he had woken, taking time to recover from the shock of being alive. Emily had told him how Katherine compelled Stefan to drink her blood, and he already knew that he drank Y/n’s blood willingly.

“There’s no point in living.” Damon pleaded with his brother after he tried to get him to feed, “They’re dead.”

Present Day

He ran into the tomb, desperate to find the sister of the vampire doppelganger. Damon sighed, ‘speaking of doppelgangers’, Elena had followed him, ignoring Sheila and Bonnie’s warnings.

“What’s that sound?”

“They can smell you.” He made his way through the tomb, eyes traveling from one decayed vampire to the other, cursing to himself each time they weren’t Y/n. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t give up. At some point, he’d gotten separated from Elena, but he didn’t care- never faltering in his search.

After spending more time looking for the vampire with negative results, Stefan had rushed in. He seemed anxious, desperate, ready to plead. And that he was. “Damon. We have to go.”

“She’s not here...” He felt like he was having a panic attack, which was more than likely. Damon threw the blood bag he had brought for her against the wall, “She’s- she’s not here, Stefan!”

“Who? Katherine? Look, I’m sorry that she’s not here, but we need to go!”

“No! Not Katherine! Y/n! She’s- she’s gone...she’s gone Stef.” Stefan furrowed his brows, feeling sympathy for his brother for a split second, then realizing how much time they were wasting.

“I’m sorry... Okay Damon? Maybe she didn’t die-”

“Don’t get my hopes up, alright?”

“Alright, I’m sorry. Really, I am. But- we need to go, like, right now.” He grabbed his brother and sped him out, gaining a boost with his vampire speed. The entire time he thought his brother was after the bad sister, but he was after the good one.

Opposites really do attract.

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petri808 · 3 years

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Bakudeku canon divergent, vampire quirk AU

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When Bakugou finally woke up in the Ena City Hospital, his head was splitting worse than a punch from Kirishima in full quirk, and ears rang with the force of all 108 New Year’s bell tolls. If he’d had no memory of the night before, Bakugou swore he’d just survived the worst hangover in history. Even his eyes hurt from the bright, piercing fluorescent lights and they weren’t even open! He turned his head to the side, noticing how much effort it took just to shift in such a small manner. It was as if his body was drained of... “Ugh, that bastard,” he groaned. ‘Fucker bit me.’ And as if to add insult to injury, a pin-prick pain in his neck revealed itself in that revelation.

His arm flopped up, hand straining with jerky strokes, reaching to touch the fresh bite wound located at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He flinched at the tender, bruising pain that sent a shock down his spine. Son-of— This just in! Pro Hero Dynamite cast in one of those cliché vampire movies that went straight to video. Definitely not the career start he’d envisioned.

“Oh, good you’re finally awake Mr. Bakugou.”

“Who the fuck are you?” he spat at the male voice. “And can someone turn the fucking lights off?!”

“I am Doctor Ishihira, and my apologies,” the doctor flicked off the overhead light. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” he grumped.

“Mr. Bakugou, you were found yesterday morning and brought in suffering from hypovolemic shock due to severe blood loss and dehydration. We’ve treated you with 3 liters of IV fluids and blood plasma to bring your numbers back up, however you’ll still be groggy until your body replenishes the nutrients you were stripped of.”

Over a day had passed! At hearing he’d been out cold for so long, Bakugou immediately clenched his fists, swearing up and down about being released until they threatened to sedate him for longer. Longer?! He begrudgingly relented and settled down, but damn it! That meant Midoriya had another head start on him again! And now that the man knew he was on his trail, finding him would be a lot more difficult!

“What the hell is hypo-whatever shock?” Bakugou questioned.

“When you were found, you were in and out of consciousness and rambling incoherently, all signs of severe blood loss. The fatigue you’re still feeling is also due to the effects of it. Luckily the amount of loss wasn’t enough to start shutting down your organs.”

The doctor continued explaining a few more details regardless of the tantrum like a robot. Minor injuries he’d been treated for. The obvious puncture wounds in his neck, questioning Bakugou about any description he could provide of his attacker. He wasn’t about to tell this doctor or any authority figure who the true culprit was, so he feigned a temporary retrograde amnesia. Based on a raised brow, peering over his glass’s expression, the doctor didn’t look very convinced. Oh well, Bakugou really didn’t care about the man’s opinion.

“Mr. Bakugou, we also called you parents…”

“You what?!” Bakugou tried to jump off the bed, but his body absolutely refused to respond and ended up flopping like a dying fish. Ugh! He really was worse off than he’d thought.

“I’m sorry, but you are a minor, so we were obligated to do so. However, they did give us permission to treat and release you on your own recognizance once we felt you were better.”

Well, that was good news. ‘Sounds like mom actually listened to my letter.’ Or the authorities surely would have shown up by now. “Ugh! So, how much longer am I stuck here?”

“If you continue to recover well, tomorrow morning.”

Fuck! Now a three-day head start! Just great, he groaned. Midoriya could get far away with that kind of a jump start. “Fine, whatever! Now go the fuck away.”

The doctor left the room after explaining how nurses will be monitoring his progress, but to also let them know if anything started to feel worse. They needed to know if he developed any lasting effects from organ damage. Once he was alone again, Bakugou rolled gingerly onto his side as his mind processed the new information. Whatever Midoriya had been hit with must be the cause of this weird blood thirst that resembled a goddamn vampire plot line. Perhaps the significance of the blood coloring in his eyes was a sign of that thirst taking hold? That’ll be a handy tell, too bad it seemed to appear within seconds of the next step.

But if Midoriya had just fed on a victim, and history showed at times, a span of days before the next incident, what had caused his friend to attack him so fast? Was this thirst like a hunger? And what happens when you exercise or exert yourself? You use up energy. ‘Duh, Katsuki.’ Fighting and expending all that energy must have triggered the attack. ‘Wow, it burns fast.’ That meant Midoriya probably struggled to control this thirst, and that’s why he was pleading for him to leave him alone. But sorry, he couldn’t do that. ‘Fucker shouldn’t have run!’ One way or another he is getting his friend back home where he belonged. In fact, this only made his drive to find Midoriya stronger because he felt like he was partially to blame for the predicament his friend was in. The guy had to be scared, freaked out, and lonely. Bakugou’s heart clenched at the thought. He knew his friend was a social person by nature who loved being around friends and family. To be stuck out here all by himself and too frightened because of whatever this new quirk was had to be horrible… and utterly not fair. Of course, he did have a tendency to isolate himself when he feared…

Bakugou groaned. “Kami, not again with this shit!” When was Midoriya gonna learn to stop running away!

As his eyes relented to the fatigue and his mind slipped back into unconsciousness, Bakugou could only pray he’ll get a lead as soon as he got out of this hospital. This strange new quirk, if that’s really what it was, posed a serious danger not only to Midoriya, but the public. The reputation of pro hero’s had taken a major hit already because of AFO and the league, so if the public found out about a blood drinking hero attacking people… ‘I gotta get you out of here…’

After his encounter with Bakugou, Midoriya had rushed out of town as quickly as possible. Tears poured down his cheeks as he took off into the sky from having given in to the lust of this uncontrollable quirk. But he couldn’t stop it even if he’d wanted to. He’d learned the hard way right at the beginning that once it took hold of his mind, the only thing he could do was give-in or succumb to an even worse ravenous state that literally hurt. The pain of holding out on the hunger made him feel like a starved predatory animal that tore at his insides until he relented. In this state, the blood of any creature that came too close became a meal. But it was never enough. Animal blood didn’t satiate him in the same way that human blood did. Plus, he worried that if he let it get completely out of control, he might just end up killing someone. So far, he’d been lucky to leave them all unconscious but alive.

It was obvious that the light AFO had hit him with contained this strange quirk. How ironic, to take down a villain, only to be turned into one. That’s how Midoriya felt. How else could he feel? A hero wouldn’t hurt other people, so by taking the blood of others for sustenance, that made him a villain. Therefore, he couldn’t be a hero anymore. It must have been AFO’s plan all along once he’d realized he was losing. The villains end goal was to ruin hero society and this was definitely one way to do it. Take out his primary rival. The man poised to carry on a torch of safety and security, and snuff out any who chose to do harm… The whole situation with Bakugou really turned this into a nightmare out of body experience. To see his friend’s eyes suddenly show fear, then fade away the more he drank… his mouth clamped to the man’s neck… it was a horrible imagine that was sure to haunt him. He could still smell the burnt cinnamon from such a close encounter. If only he had clothes to change into or even a pond to bathe in, because that lingering scent was gonna drive him mad!

Midoriya curled up and clenched his eyes shut tight in an abandoned and overgrown castle he’d found outside of Ena. It didn’t look like it’s been maintained for a very long time, so the likelihood of a human showing up seemed low. He knew he should have travelled farther away, but he was too tired, too upset and just wanted to quit. All the years of growing up quirkless, to gain OFA and become the very thing he’d dreamt of, only for those dreams to be dashed again. It was as if life just didn’t want him to be a real hero. Maybe he should just put himself out of his misery, and yet— he couldn’t do it. To die out here alone where no one knew where he was or what had become of him, that wasn’t fair to his family and friends…

They must be so worried about him right now. His poor mother didn’t deserve any of this. Would his friends look down on him now? And All Might, his idol, who’d taken him under his wing, was he disappointed? And that just left Bakugou. He’d said the truth in answering the man’s question. No, Midoriya never would have expected him to come looking. Katsuki Bakugou giving a damn about him? Yeah, right. Bakugou wasn’t doing this because he cared. There was always a selfish reason behind his madness. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. Shouldn’t big bad Dynamight be thrilled that his biggest rival was gone?

Okay that was a big, fat white lie he’d been telling himself for the last two years. He knew Bakugou had moved past those pettier behaviors, but it was simply easier to believe and keep their relationship as rivals than to hope his childhood friend would ever see him as something else. And yet… ‘Kacchan was genuinely surprised by my answer. Did he really come looking for me because he cared that much?’ Yet in what way? Why was the man trying so hard? Did he… ‘miss me?’

Midoriya shook his head violently of those thoughts. No, no, he didn’t want to believe that because it would make this situation even more unbearable than it already was! He’d already given up everything he’d ever loved. His hopes and dreams, a future and losing an affection he’d craved for years would just simply be too much.

#bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku canon divergent au #blood quirk #vampire quirk #bakudeku au #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction #decchan #ktdk #ch 6 #bloody passion #petri808

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ushijimasgirlfriend · 4 years

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so this is my first ever writing any of these so im sorry if its bad.

contains: angst, smut, heavy degradation, rough sex, slapping, kinda really mean ): this also contains usive of drugs, toxic relationship LIKE CRAZY.

this includes only ushijima sorry.

so you come home high off pills because you have been so depressed and had a bad day. ushijima knows about your fight with drugs and he hates it. not because hes a goody two shoes it’s because he cares for you, a lot.

so when you come home high off pills you dont even try to hide it you just try and avoid him but he was waiting for you because he was made dinner for you. he heard you come in and welcomed you but he never heard you say anything back.

he goes looking for you around the house and he finds u laying on the floor of the living room, he already knows.

his first thought is to yell at you, so he does. he says what the fuck are you doing. you struggle to look at him because you dont know where he is. you looking around and see him with a dissapointed face, which took you back in junior year when your father first found you off drugs. you get scared at the face he makes and instantly apologize.

hes so mad. you say im sorry am i annoying you, ill go to the other room. he instantly snaps, what the fuck y/n! you dont even look like yourself. get the fuck up off the floor. you say you’re making me nervous stop ushijima. he says no and pulls you up aggressively by the wrist and dragging you to the bathroom. you scream and yell ow to-toshi! stop that youre hurting me. he doesnt answer but he slams you against the wall and throws you on the floor yelling in your face so now you’re coming home high off drugs again?! i thought you stopped that. you laugh in his face not able to control yourself saying sorry i didnt mean to just today okay? ushijima just stares at you in disgust. thats bullshit he then continues to drag you to the bathroom.

once you get to the bathroom he forces you too look in the mirror, look at yourself, you look stupid. you’re nothing but a body only good for drug abuse. you stop your breathing and stare yourself in the eyes, you start to sob uncontrollably. you tell him to let you go but he only grabs you harder. you let out a scream and he whispers in your ear ‘what a fucking disgrace. leave. get your shit and leave.’ he lets go and throws you out the bathroom while he closes the door locking himself in.

you cant hear anything but silence. he screams but all you can hear is pain. did i do this to him? hes right i have to leave. but you cant get yourself to get up. tears still falling down your cheek. you yell and bang on the door ‘ushijima let me in please’ he doesn’t respond so you fall on the floor crawling up in a ball. you hear him whisper form the bathroom ‘i did everything for you. i tried everything to help you.’ you bitch he yells and you can hear him punch a whole in the wall. your eyes widen and your hand goes over your mouth because you dont want him to hear your sobs.

he opens the door grabs his keys and walks to the doorway. ushijima please dont go im sorry i’ll just leave so you can stay. i need you, i need your help. please you look at him as if he is your last resort. and he is. he just looks at you and says get up. you try your hardest to get up but cant do it, the pain, your body doesnt let you. and you know it’s because of those pills. after trying so hard you look up at ushijima you see him walk towards you. he puts you on his back and brings you outside and locks you out.

you thought he was coming out with you. you dont even try to knock or try and get in you just go to the backyard and you cant even walk right. you get in from a window. you cant hear anything in the house but you know he is in there. you look around the house quite as possible. you find ushijima with his head in his hands. you whisper his name. he looks back and says i knew i should have locked that window. he gets up passes by you and you look back and you see him stop in the middle of the hallway he turns back with his head down, hes coming back for you. he grabs your wrist and you can see his bloody hand from when he punched the wall. you dont say anything.

he brings you to the bed and says strip. you do as he says in complete silence avoiding eye contact. when you’re done he says look at me. you look him dead in the eye as you see him undress. you try and break eye contact but he slaps you and says ‘you fucking druggy i said look at me’ you cant believe he even touched you. you sob, you guys hear nothing but your sobs while you continue to look at him.

when hes done undressing he looks at you and says your cheek is red, its your fault. you punch him but it doesnt effect him. youre weak compared to him. he pins you to the wall and says you cant do that. youre going to get punished for that. im not even going to lie y/n, your hair looks amazing today but all your fighting ruined it. you whimper choking out a small ‘sorry ushijima’

he slaps your bare thigh and bites your neck. he pushes you on the bed and says look at me y/n. im hurting you i know, but give me consent. you look at him and nod your head. you think to yourself how did this even happen. im totally fucked.

you look down in fear and see his hard as fucking rock cock. you look up at him and hes staring at you. ‘i know you want it, i’ll give it to you.’ he then grips your thighs and you see that hes about to eat you out. he then without any warning blows on your sensitive clit, you jolt your body up. he takes his big hand and bushed your body down ‘do not move.’ you try your best not to move as he enters his tongue into you. as he is moving it in and out hes rubbing his thumb on your clit. you moan non-stop. as you reach your climax you yell ‘ushijima i-im gonna cum’ as he hears that he stops what hes doing and says okay.

you realized hes edging you on. you yell and say why would you do that ugh! ‘you want my cock? huh right? you slut say it.’ you finally say yes ushijima please i want you cock so bad. he then shoves his cock all the way in. you yell so loud you think the whole neighborhood heard. he didnt let you adjust to his size at all. he covers your mouth and says ‘shut up and take this fucking dick.’

he starts thrusting in and out faster and faster as you hear him moan, which only made you feel better. he says ‘this is what you get when you make me like this. this is all your fault this would have never happened if you were just a normal girl.’ you start tearing up and he notices and ignores it. still thrusting in and out, faster and faster. you yell ‘im going to cum toshi, please go faster.’ he does ‘cum with me baby.’ as you both reach your climax and cum on his dick as you feel him fill you with all of what he has.

he looks at you while tears are falling. ‘clean up, you look dirty’ while he whipes off your tears. he gets up and throws his oversized tee-shirt at you thats smells exactly like him. he then throws on boxers and brings you to the kitchen where he still had the dinner prepared from earlier. ‘dont fucking do that again y/n or i will go crazy.’ you just nod as you drank some water.

THE END HEHEHHEEHEH

omg okay so im sorry if this was too long, bad, or even way too much for some of you guys but ive been wanting to see one of these really bad so i made it myself. sorry if i made any of you guys uncomfortable:,(. even though i know ushijima would never do this to a woman, this was just the point of the story ig ‘ushijima in a toxic ass relationship’ can you guys PLEASE tell me how you feel about this bc its my first story ever hehehhe. anyways maybe even put in some recommendations. also sorry if there were typos lol

#ushijima x y/n #anime #haikyuu #sports anime #ushijima x you #ushijima smut #ushijima imagine #ushijima scenarios #hq ushijima #ushijima fic #toxic relationship

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kousin-itt · 4 years

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I Got Your Back - Part 5

The final chapter of this short fanfic! Glad you guys seemed to like it! Enjoy!

Also, bonus points to anyone who could catch the numerous obscure references to shows, Youtubers, etc. that I also enjoy. :)

Part 5

He smoothed out his trousers and adjusted his bowtie. Was that a stain on his pristine white collared shirt? Wait, no, that was a smudge on his glasses. He clutched his book closer to his chest and ventured onto the recreation area. There were children playing on the playground. There were children kicking a ball around. There were children standing in groups and catting happily. He approached group after group of young people his age, but they turned their backs on him.

“Nerd!”

“Who brings a book to the playground?”

“Loser!”

“Why would we want to play with you?”

“Four-eyes!”

“Why can’t you just be normal?”

“You’re so weird. Why are you bothering us?”

“Nobody likes you.”

“You’re not tough enough to be like Professor Time. He was awesome, a hero. You’re nobody.”

Balthazar eventually gave up. He was beginning to miss playing with his toddler sister, even though he used to complain about not having a friend his age or gender.

“I don’t need a friend.” Balthazar finally decided. He went to the empty baseball field, not noticing the playground and children disappearing around him. He picked up a stick and drew a circle in the dirt. “This is my circle. Nobody can be in here except me.” He stepped into the circle and sat in the middle of it. He looked around.

Completely alone.

“I like it like this.” Balthazar told himself. “I like being alone. I don’t need friends.” He opened his book and began to read. He readjusted his glasses, but his eyes were still blurry. Then, he realized tears caused the wetness on his face.

Nobody comforted him.

“It’s not my fault!” Balthazar sobbed, his face red with embarrassment from being so emotional. He rubbed his fists against his eyes, desperately and silently pleading for them to stop producing tears. “I want a friend. I can’t…..I just can’t……”

A shadow appeared in his circle.

Go away, shadow. Balthazar thought for sure this was a trick of his water-filled eyes. But when his eyes finally cleared, he realized the shadow had a more definite shape. The shadow was attached to someone: a child his age, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and a pair of glasses with orange-tinted lenses. He had a mess of wild curls for hair.

“Hi there!” the boy greeted with a wide smile. His enthusiasm seemed to startle Balthazar. “I’m Vinnie! Can I come in there, too?”

“No, stay back!” Balthazar pleaded, jumping to his feet.

Vinnie’s smile turned to a look of confusion. He even tilted his head to one side like a perplexed puppy. “Why?”

“This is my circle!” Balthazar insisted. “Nobody can cross that line!”

“Why not? I don’t understand.” Vinnie took a few steps forward, crossing the border to stand in the circle.

Balthazar stared in shock. “No. How can you cross that line? You can’t be in here. This is my circle.”

Vinnie looked to the circle in the sand. “Why can’t I be in here?”

“I don’t know how to make friends. No one wants to be my friend, anyway.” Balthazar hoped he wouldn’t start crying again. “I’m better off alone.”

“I’ll be your friend.” Vinnie offered.

“You don’t want that.” Balthazar sighed. “You can’t be in my circle. I’ll just stay here by myself.”

Vinnie went to the edge of the circle and kicked the sand, breaking the line. “See? We can erase the line!”

“No!” Balthazar pleaded as Vinnie kept kicking the sand. “Don’t erase my circle!”

Too late. The circle was gone.

Vinnie dusted off his shorts. “Now can we be friends?”

Balthazar slowly shifted his gaze from where his circle used to be, locking his turquoise eyes onto Vinnie’s cocoa brown ones. Then again, he couldn’t really tell Vinnie’s eye color with those tinted lenses. “Why would you want to be friends with me?”

“Because I like you. I think you’re cool.” Vinnie held out his hand. “What do you say?”

Balthazar smiled a little at last. He reached out to take Vinnie’s hand.

The light blinded Cavendish, and he flinched. He let his eyes adjust a bit before he opened them fully. Of course, without his glasses, the world was a blur.

“About time you woke up.”

Someone moved into his line of sight and put his glasses on his face. He blinked owlishly. Cavendish took in his surroundings to fix the disorientation: he lay in a hospital bed, Morgan stood beside him, and he was hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV. He felt mentally alert but physically exhausted. The room was too bright. He felt sick to his stomach and hungry at the same time. Morgan’s hair was messier today. Or maybe her cowlick was just acting up and refusing to let her hair lay neatly. Cavendish wondered why he would bother noticing that. He sat up and hissed in pain. He looked down and under the collar of his hospital gown. Bandages coiled around his torso from hips to armpits. Bruises graced his knuckles, and he touched the skin around his eye where shards of his previous pair of spectacles cut into his face. He accepted the water Morgan handed him.

“When did I get here?” Cavendish asked. His voice was hoarse. He drank more water.

“You’ve been out cold for a day and a half.” Morgan explained. “Surgery took a few hours. I delivered the Triton’s Amulet to the Preservation Department to take to the Jewelry Museum. Cobalt is dead, but Block doesn’t blame you or Vinnie for it since it was in self-defense.”

“Vinnie?” Cavendish suddenly felt a flood of memories rush back to him. “Where is he?”

“Over there.” Morgan jerked a thumb behind her. “He hasn’t left that spot since you got out of surgery.”

Cavendish saw Dakota in cushioned chair near his bed. Dakota had the seat reclined, and he slept soundly. He long since replaced his blood-soaked clothing with jeans, sneakers, and an old band T-shirt. His glasses sat crookedly on his face. Cavendish took note of the bandage on Dakota’s head, the busted lip that scabbed over, the bruises on his knuckles, and the largest bruise that went across his neck.

“Is he all right?” Cavendish asked.

“He’ll be fine. You’re the one who almost died.” Morgan assured. “You wouldn’t be here right now if Vinnie hadn’t remembered my training. I’m sure you’ll find a way to thank him while you two are on medical leave. Rest. I’ll have Vinnie get you something to eat.”

“I don’t want to wake him.” Cavendish said. “He’s probably exhausted.”

“Nah. He’s practically narcoleptic.” Morgan stole the pillow from under Dakota’s head and hit him the face with it. “He’s awake. You can get up now.”

Dakota yawned and set his glasses more comfortably on his face. He noticed Cavendish and immediately jumped to his feet. “Hey, Cav! How are you feeling?”

Cavendish watched Morgan leave the room. “I’m sore, but I’ll be fine. You?”

“Bumps and bruises compared to you!” Dakota’s laugh was forced. “You really had me going, Cavendish.”

Cavendish gingerly touched his ribs, where the bullet entered him. “Thank you, Dakota, for saving my life.”

“It was nothing.” Dakota shrugged.

“It wasn’t nothing. It was something.” Cavendish insisted. “I would not be here if—”

“But you are here! It’s no big deal.” Dakota assured. “Besides, you saved my life first. I was getting strangled to death and you came running in and you just—BAM! Smashed right into Cobalt and knocked him off me and saved my life. So, naturally, I had to save your life, too! So it’s no biggie.”

Now, Cavendish understood why Morgan made a point to mention that Cavendish needed to thank Dakota for the rescue. She didn’t say that to make Cavendish feel guilty. She wanted him to make sure Dakota didn’t sweep this traumatic incident under the rug. Dakota had a smile on his face but pain in his eyes. He had been scared, surely, that things would not work out like they did. Cavendish promised himself he would follow Morgan’s command and find ways during their time off to make it up to Dakota.

Just one thing bothered him.

“Dakota…..what you did…..”

“I did what any partner would have done.”

“But you did more than that. You made me talk about my hometown. I could imagine the trees, and you helped me remember the fond times I shared with my baby sister. You did more than administer first aid. You kept me calm and helped me gain a sense of peace when I thought for sure I would die. That sort of thing is not expected from a partner, a work colleague. It’s something that…..something that….”

“What?”

“It’s something a friend would do.”

Silence overcame the pair. Dakota’s grin became genuine. “Whether you like it or not, Balthazar T. Cavendish, I consider you my friend. I knew you were scared, so I tried to make you smile. I did everything in my power to save your life, and to keep your hopes up; because if you didn’t make it for whatever reason, I didn’t want you to die scared.”

Cavendish rubbed the hem of the blanket draped over his legs. “Why would you want to be friends with me?”

“Because you’re cool. Because you’re an awesome time traveler agent. Because it’s fun to mess with you. Take your pick.” Dakota smirked playfully. “Hey, your sister’s single, right?”

Cavendish frowned. “Yes, and she’s bisexual, but she is still out of your league and would never date you.”

“We won’t know until you take me to see your hometown, like you promised!”

“I recall much of the mission, and I did not say I would take you home for a visit.”

“Come on! You take me to see your family, and I’ll bring you to my grandma’s house for a proper Italian dinner.”

“I will consider it.”

“I’m not hearing a ‘no.’”

“I’m not saying a ‘yes.’”

Dakota laughed, and Cavendish smiled. The tension cleared between them at last, and Cavendish felt they could move forward from this experience.

“But, seriously, don’t think you owe me anything.” Dakota said. “You saved my life, I saved yours. We’re even. Equals. Partners.”

“I think I like ‘friends’ better.” Cavendish realized he said that out loud without meaning to. But Dakota smiled wider, so Cavendish didn’t bother mentally berating himself. Cavendish held out a hand. “Thank you, Dakota. Truly.”

Dakota took Cavendish’s hand in a firm grip. “I got your back, Balthazar, as long as you got mine.”

“Always.” Cavendish promised.

“Good. Hey, you hungry? The food isn’t horrible here, but it’s still hospital food.”

“Tea and a scone, if they have any.”

“Oh, like a proper British gentleman?”

Cavendish rolled his eyes. “Is this what our friendship will be? You poking at every little thing I do?”

“Yeah, and you poke fun at everything I do, and that’s what makes us a great team.” Dakota shrugged. “Okay, tea and a scone, I’m on it!” He marched from the room, a man on a mission.

Cavendish sighed and shook his head. He still smiled. I suppose having Vinnie Dakota as a friend isn’t the worst thing in the world. He rubbed his ribs and laid back in his bed. What more could I ask for in a friend?

#milo murphy's law #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #fanfic

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nickysurfer28 · 4 years

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Fierce Obsession

Pairing: Bryce Langley X female reader ( Y/N)

Warning ⚠️: 18+ adults only. Smut,unprotected intercourse,nudity,swearing.

Part 2:

You arrived at Ogden Osbourne’s estate. Much larger then the guest house’s.

The maid greeted you at the door. She led you to Ogdens’s office study where he felt more comfortable receiving his IV meds. He greeted you. “Welcome, Y/N.. I see you’ve found your way to the house with the map I provided you with.”

You placed your med bag down next to the table. “Yeah it was pretty easy to follow also it was a interesting walk as well.” Ogden had a look of concern and laughed. “Don’t tell me you bumped into Bryce?” You sighed. “Yes I did and view of his penis.” Ogden couldn’t help but laugh some more.

“ I’m so sorry you had to see that, my grandson is just like his grandpa.. a free spirit. He means no harm.” You just brushed it off and continued to get his IV meds ready. “It’s alright nothing I can’t handle.”

Ogden was on his last treatment of chemotherapy for his prostate cancer. Though he did have surgery to slow down the cancer. The doctor insisted at least one more treatment. Since Ogden was a billionaire he could have his treatments in the comforts of his home. You set up the bag of Docetaxel (Taxotere) which shown to help men live longer, on average. Also slow the cancer growth and reduce symptoms. He watched as you finished up and got the IV pump ready to start.

“Alright..everything is ready to go.” He smiled . “Thank you, Y/N, this old man really appreciate’s you greatly.” You nodded. “It won’t take long and then the piggy back of normal saline should start after to flush.” He nodded in agreement.

“So I’ll be over right here in the porch area if you need me.” You figured you could catch up on some book reading. “Y/N before you head to the porch, would you like to join me and my family for a lunch brunch out in the back lawn area?” You were going to say no because you knew Bryce would be there but your heart ache for this sweet old man. “Um.. well okay I guess since I have nothing else to do after this.” He smiled with delight. “Wonderful!” You left him to his treatment so he could rest. No sooner then you thought the IV treatment was done. You cleaned up and Ogden went to get ready for the lunch. Ogden suggest you wear some nice since he forgot to mention also people for charity might be there as well.

You headed back to your guesthouse. You figured since it was a lovely day out you could wear that cute floral dress you didn’t get to wear over spring. You easily paired it with brown ankle boots. The only thing you were worried about was Bryce. “I hope he doesn’t pull any stunts that fucking perv.” But deep down you did find him somewhat attractive. No way you were gonna let him know that.

You found your way over to the back lawn area where tables were arrange neatly with fine white cloth’s and intricate florals to top them.

Ogden waved at you and greeted you over to the table to introduce you to his family. “Ah..Y/N I like you to meet my family, this is my daughter, Mrs. Langley, my granddaughter Maya, and of course Bryce ,my grandson.” They all greeted you and you smiled.

You noticed Bryce had a empty seat next to him. He was signaling you to next next to him. Also it was the only seat open at the table. “Shit.” You mumbled under your breath.

He had such a devilish smile across his face. You had no choice. You sat yourself on the chair trying to keep your distance from Bryce. He leaned in close to you. He whispered. “I heard that.” He winked at you.

There were some other’s that joined the table you were guessing there were the people for the charity foundation Ogden mentioned about. They were all busy chatting. You felt slightly uncomfortable being so close to Bryce.

You noticed his hand eased its way up your dress. “That’s a pretty dress Y/N.” He kept sliding his hand up your thigh. “Excuse me Bryce..could you move your hand?” He didn’t like that answered. “Come on Y/N just a little.” He had such a big grin on his face.

You grabbed his hand to move it away. “Bryce..don’t and I didn’t give you permission, and I’m not even your girlfriend.” He raised his eyebrow. “Ssh..you could be..if you want.” He fought with your hands to get back under your dress.

“Bryce..don’t..your family is sitting all round the table!” He ignored you and continued anyways. He leaned in towards your ear and moved your hair with his other hand. “Let me have a little taste..sweetness.” Your face was turning bright red. His mother noticed your reaction. “Is everything alright Y/N?”. She didn’t seem bothered by Bryce’s behavior as she was too busy chugging down her champagne. “I’m alright Mrs. Langley, thank you for asking.” You chuckled trying to move Bryce’s hand out from under your dress. The family didn’t seem to notice what was going on they were too busy making some charity deal. Bryce kept on.

The waiter came by with the lunch and more drinks in hand. You were trying to act cool and calm. But Bryce somehow found his fingers between you panties. “Ooh I think I found it..hmm.” Bryce had such a stupid smirk on his face like he found a sweet prize. “Bryce please don’t.” You got a hold of his hand.

But he wouldn’t budge. You had to think quick. “How am I going to get this fucker’s hand out from my dress.” You went straight for his crotch and squeeze his balls. He grunted in pain. “Grr..shit!”. You gave him a look.

He looked displeased. You squeezed harder as to claim dominance. He finally removed his hand from under your dress. “That’s what you get for putting your hand under my dress you perv.”

He didn’t seem bothered as he sucked on his finger to taste you. “This sick fuck.” Soon enough lunch was done. You couldn’t wait to get out of there. You said goodbye to Ogden and his family except for Bryce who you ignored completely. You told Ogden you see him on Monday since he gave you the weekends off.

Before you could leave Ogden wanted to ask you something. “Y/N would you like to join us for charity/birthday party this Saturday night?” You really wanted to say no. Plus what just happened with Bryce you didn’t want to be around that sleaze-ball.

“I really don’t want to intrude..really.. it okay but I rather not.” Ogden begged you. “Oh please Y/N it be would a delight to have you there, since you help so much.” Bryce chimed in. “Yes..Y/N it would be a delight to have you there.” This fucking guy you couldn’t stand him right now.

Maya interrupted. “It’s gonna be my birthday too! It would be fun! I promise!”. You felt guilty. “Okay..I’ll go.” Ogden was pleased. Maya was smiling and she came over to hug you. “Thanks..I promise it’s gonna be fun.” She squealed and hugged you again.

Saturday Night.

The Saturday night of the party came quicker then you thought. You realized you didn’t have anything formal to wear to the party. The door bell rang. You went to answer it. One of Ogden’s butler had a big white box in hand. “Hello, a gracious gift from Mr. Osbourne, he thought you might need this.”

You were confused. “Um.. thanks and tell Ogden thank you for the gift.” The butler left and you closed the door. You wonder what this could be. You open the big white box. There was a simple classic black dress.

A note from Ogden “Thank you for everything so far, you don’t know how much it means to me. I think you might need this and I hope it’s the right size.”

Well he was right. The dress fit perfectly and you had some nice black pumps to go with it. You finished getting ready and the driver was on time to greet you outside. You arrived shortly to the estate.

The party seem more extravagant then you thought. You entered thru the house walking thru looking at all the donors of the charity. You found your way in the back lawn where there was large white tents decorated with lights and charms.

There was announcement over the speakers. A presidential song started playing. There above was Ogden Osbourne with his family making there grande entrance. They worked there way down the marble stone stairs case. Greeting everyone who came to the party.

Ogden greeted you. “Ah, Y/N you made it. I see the dress fits you just fine.” You laughed. “Yes.. thank you so much for the gift.” Ogden nod. “It was my pleasure Miss Y/N.” Everyone was seated for the dinner portion. You decided to sit at another table to avoid Bryce.

You noticed Bryce was looking for you. Luckily the table you sat at was behind some white curtains so he couldn’t see you. “This fucker.” You thought yourself.

You drank your champagne and ate your dinner quietly while talking with other guests at the table. The night was going smoothly until the music started playing and everyone was heading towards the dance floor.

You thought you lost Bryce. You felt these large hands wrap around your waist. He whispered into your ear. “Hmmm you smell lovely, and that dress..Wow!” He twirled you around to get a better look. His eyes wandered up and down your body. You noticed his tux didn’t seem right.

He was wearing some kind of cloth garment around his waist. “What are you wearing Bryce?” He laughed. “It’s from an ancient tribe.. it traditional.” You weren’t that excited about it as he was. You try to step away. Bryce grab your hand. “Wait! Y/N that’s not the best part about it!” He opened the long cloth revealing his penis. Your face blushed with heat. “Bryce!,You’re not wearing any underwear!” He kept laughing. “What!? You don’t like what you see?!”. You try not to gaze too long.

However your eyes focused to his well endowed penis. You thought to yourself. “Wow his packing.” Oh gosh snap out of it Y/N. His smile was much bigger knowing you were looking at his dick. “It’s my penis...you wanna touch it.” You face turned bright red. “No thanks Bryce.”

He smile disappeared. “Why not?!” You try to walk away. Bryce reaches out for your arm and pulled you back. “Bryce!” You yelled.

“I’m sorry Y/N..please let’s call it a truce.” Bryce put on a heartfelt grin. You sighed. “Fine..what’s the truce?”. Bryce lead you to the champagne table. He ask the waiter for two glasses of champagne.

You weren’t really paying attention you got slightly distracted by some group of people on the dance floor. Bryce quickly drop some liquid acid into your champagne glass. He tapped your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N..here a truce on a glass of champagne..a fresh start.” He had a big smirk on his face. “Alright Bryce..truce.. and no funny stuff.”

He nodded in agreement and you both toast on a truce. He graciously chugged down his glass quickly watching you as you were about to drink yours.

You thought to yourself. “This champagne should I even drink this?,Maybe just a little sip.” He kept his eyes on you like he was waiting for something. “Come on Y/N chug it!” He kept on encouraging you.

You just took a sip instead. He look displeased. Luckily Mrs.Langley came by to ask him to say hello to some charity people. While his mother kept him distracted you threw the rest of the champagne in the grass. He turned around to see the glass was empty. “Alright Y/N!” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. He inhaled your sweet picnic summer daisies scent.

“Hmm you smell so good oh and by the way I put some liquid acid in your champagne.” You weren’t surprised. You whispered back. “Nice try, but I didn’t drink the rest of it.” You giggled. He didn’t seem bother but intrigued by your sassy ways. You couldn’t help but look into his piercing blue eyes. He had a big smirky smile on his. Bryce crashed his lips onto yours. He pulled you in tighter. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You snapped back. “Wait...Bryce..I..I can’t.”

He looked confused. “Why not?” You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t tell him you liked the kiss. “ I have to go Bryce..Goodnight.” You didn’t even want to stay for Maya’s birthday after party. You walked away and started on your path back to the guest house. It got darker while you walked thru the grassy meadow. The only light was the bright full moon in the night sky. You heard some noises in the near by brushes. It startled you a little bit. “Maybe it’s just a animal or something.” You heard the noise again.

You started picking up speed the best you could though walking in those heels didn’t help. You threw your heels off and decided to walk with your bare feet. A dark shadow jumped out of the bushes. You started running towards the large tree. It was too late the dark figure grabbed you and placed you on the ground.

“Who are you?!...what do you want?”. You pushed your back up against the tree. He started laughing. You recognize that laugh. He pulled off his black mask. It was Bryce. “Oh Y/N you should of see your face!”. He kept laughing. “Seriously!...Bryce what the hell is your problem?” He had a dark look in his eyes.

He came towards you. He sniff your scent in like a wild animal. “Hmm..you smell so good.” You could see lust in his eyes. You eased yourself up to stand slowly. “Bryce you’re making me nervous.” He moved closer to you pinning you against the tree. He face was so close you could smell his breath.

“You know what I want..Y/N.” His hands wandered up down your body. He grabbed a hold of your ass squeezing it tightly. You squealed slightly. “Ah!..Bryce.” He quickly crashed his lips onto yours. His tongue feverishly searching for yours. You were trembling. He removed his long cloth revealing his hard cock. He quickly pushed up your black dress and pulling you panties off with ease.

“I want you Y/N.” He pushed himself inside you filling your core. You could feel him stretching your insides. He wrapped your legs around his body cupping your ass with his hands. He begin thrusting deep and hard. “Bryce...” you couldn’t say anything else as you felt the hot flush flowing thru your body. You caved in wrapping your arms around his neck to gain balance.

The only sound out in the grassy meadows was his hips smacking into you. He thrusted deeper and deeper. He buried his face into your breast kissing and nibbling them. He kissed your lips. He grunted as he thrusted some more.

“Fuck!..you feel so good Y/N.” You moaned in sweet pleasure. He had a devilish smile on his face knowing you were enjoying his hard cock inside you. He pushed you tighter against the tree. He pounded deeper inside you.

“Oh god..Bryce I’m gonna cum.” He kissed and sucked on your neck. You could feel a smile growing on his face. He loved that you were enjoying it. He whispered in your ear. “Yes..Y/N cum my hard cock.” Sure enough you felt your climax rising. His thrust became more powerful and he picked up the speed. Your head tilted back into the tree you dug your fingers in his back. He growled. “Shit.” He spilled his hot seed deep inside your core. His body slightly collapsed against you. You could see his face was sincere. His blue eyes looked heartfelt. He gently kissed your lips. “Y/N..all I wanted was you.” You stared at him for a minute. “I did too...” He kissed your lips once more and held you in a warm embrace.

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“Damnit, bp is 183/111.” A nurse says after they get me on a gurney and she takes my blood pressure, twice. “Mrs. Sixx is your head or chest hurting, vision blurring?” She asks me and I nod my head, my eyes closed, still struggling to breathe, my skin beginning to get sticky with sweat.

“My head.” I tell her.

“Okay, I need you to keep your eyes open for me just for a little bit, so you can tell me if things start looking fuzzy, alright?”

I nod and she smiles reassuringly at me.

“Just stay as calm as possible and we’ll get your blood pressure under control.” She states, beforing looking at the nurse walking on the other side of the gurney. “I need an IV of Beta-blockers.” She tells her, and in what feels like seconds, she's scrubbing at the crook of my elbow with an alcohol pad, before I’m feeling the pinch of a needle sliding into my skin.

“Where’s Duff? The guy I came in here with?” I ask, trying to calm myself down, but I don’t think it’s working.

“He’s filling out some paperwork for you while the desk contacts your emergency contact to let them know the situation and then he will be right here with you as soon as we get you stable.” She informs me and I feel panic in my chest, as I try to sit up, only for them to gently push me back down. “Vivian, you are in a hypertensive crisis. You need to lay still and avoid getting yourself worked up even more.”

“My emergency contact is my husband and he is the last motherfucker I want to know about this!” I argue in between breaths. “Now tell the bitch at the front desk to leave him out of it or I will stroke out just to fucking spite you because I’ve got nothing to lose at this point!”

I sound pathetic, struggling to breathe, gasping out the words in the best scream I can muster, and she raises her brows at me.

They tried to stop Nikki from being contacted, but he was...well, they left a message to the machine at our house, which he ended up checking from his hotel room later that day.

They get my blood pressure down within a few minutes and keep me under watch for several hours, before my doctor finally decides it’s time to tell me what the hell happened, although with how many times I’ve heard the word “hypertension”, I’m assuming it’s not good.

“You had a transient ischemic attack, which, when you take the complicated sounding name away, is basically a ministroke.” He explains, and my eyes widen. “It’s not as major as a stroke, especially since this was caught before it could develop into something worse, but your brain was still not receiving the amount of oxygen needed in your blood because it’s pressure was way too high, but good news for you is that your brain isn’t showing signs of damage that can affect your mind like a stroke would. That being said, this does increase your risk of having a major stroke down the line. No one in your family has a history of stroke or high blood pressure, which typically suggests, more times than not, it is either something you took--medication, alcohol, drugs, etc. or it’s your environment. Is there anything you took, or drank, prior to experiencing your symptoms?”

“I took Nyquil...four doses worth in less than six hours.” I tell him and Duff looks at me, confused. “I couldn’t sleep.” I add.

“N-Nyquil?” Duff asks me, quietly, as if in disbelief. “You had a ministroke...because of an over the counter cold medicine?”

The doctor flips through my chart before pursing his lips.

“Are you still taking Nardil on a daily basis?” He asks me and I nod.

“Yes.”

“Okay, that’s where things went south.” He confirms. “There is a warning on the back of Nyquil syrup, stating that the way MAO Inhibitors, which is a class of antidepressant that phenelzine--Nardil--falls under, interact with the dextromethorphan HBr and the doxylamine succinate in Nyquil, has a high chance of causing hypertension--very high blood pressure-- which can really hurt the brain and the heart, and since you took eight tablespoons of it, it really is miraculous that you didn’t have a major stroke before you even got in the car to come here.” He adds and I feel shitty for being a complete dumbass. “I will give you a sheet of over the counter medicines to avoid before we get you checked out here in a couple hours.” He assures me before heading to the door of the tiny room.

“Thank you.” Duff says as he leaves, and he turns to look at me, trying to hide a smile. “Nyquil.” He states, raising his brows. “You can’t take Nyquil. Without--”

“--Shut up.” I state, trying not to start laughing because I could’ve really been in trouble.

“Oh, c’mon, Viv, you had me freaking out worried something horrible was wrong--which it was, really--but Nyquil?”

“I have seen idiots mix drugs with all types of mess and their bodies not even acknowledge it, but I take Nyquil…” I trail off, not being able to stop laughing. “...and it’s too much for me? Hell, at this point if I have one taste of a hard drug I’m just gonna croak over immediately.”

The two of us keep laughing for a couple minutes, until I’m sore in the stomach, and my watering eyes from laughter, are watering because the reality of everything that has happened to me in the past four three days, hits me.

Duff just sits on the tiny bed next to me, holding at my hand, wiping at my tears, giving me a big, encouraging smile.

“I love you.” I tell him and he nods, kissing my cheek.

“I love you, too.” He tells me. “This will blow over before you know it, Viv.”

Once I get checked out and we head back to Duff’s place, I quickly realize something I haven’t even thought about.

“Your album is coming out.” I say, looking at him and he glances at me, chuckling.

“Yeah.” He confirms. “In like, two days.”

“Holy shit.” I mumble. “I gotta take you guys out to dinner or something.” I rub my tired eyes and he shakes his head.

“No, no, it’s fine, Viv.”

“No, it’s not. This is a good time for you guys and I just came home all gloom and doom and shit all over it. I need to do something for you guys.” I explain.

“You’re not ‘gloom and doom’, you’re hurting. Which is normal for what you’ve been through, and being that we helped hide it from you, you don’t need to be worried about inconveniencing us. At all.” He argues.

“It’ll help me get my mind off of things.” I suggest.

“You don’t really need to get your mind off of it. You need to be processing everything and figuring out where you wanna go from here.” He politely tells me.

“I can’t go anywhere from here, Duff. Not until the tour’s over.” I laugh humorlessly and he furrows his brows.

“What?”

"Doc doesn't want us to split until the tour's over. Not that it should even matter. People don't give a damn about our marriage as much as Doc is convinced they are. It's not like the second fans hear we're filing for divorce they're gonna go on a strike over it." I roll my eyes.

"They won't care." Duff tells me.

"Exactly."

"...Do you want a divorce?" He asks next and I lick my lips.

"I don't know." I admit, tears coming to my eyes at the thought of it.

“Does he?”

“Duff, I don’t know, alright? We’ll just figure it out when the tour ends.”

“Vivian, that’s nearly a year from now.” He states.

“Well, then, I don’t fucking know! Okay?! I don’t fucking know!”

“I’m trying to get you to think about what you want to do because you’ll just end up putting it off and ignoring it like you do with all of your problems you’ve got with him.” He explains, keeping himself calm.

“I’ll deal with it later.”

“Viv--”

“--Duff. Please.” I give up, and he lets out a breath.

“I’m dropping it.” He mumbles.

After a few more minutes, he’s glancing at me again.

“We’re having a listening party for the album tomorrow night, by the way.” He tells me. “We’d really like for you to come, if you’re up for it.” He adds and a small smile comes to my lips.

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Yeah?” He asks, mimicking my smile.

“Yeah.”

The next day, I decide to go home and visit with Karen, trying to convince myself not to completely wreck the place the second I walk in.

She’s sitting on the couch with the TV playing in the background.

When I walk in, she looks up at me and gives me a soft smile.

“Hey.” She tells me, nervously, and I roll my jaw and look around.

I never noticed how many fucking pictures Nikki and I have up together from our wedding.

“Doc told me to keep an eye out for you, I was kinda worried when you didn’t come home.” She adds.

“I was staying with Duff.” I tell her, and she still tries to keep her smile on her face.

“Oh, um, you’ve got some mail, and Doc called and wanted you to call him back, and I’m sorry I wasn’t here when the hospital called. I just checked the messages late last night but Doc said Nikki had already heard the one the receptionist in the ER left.” She tells me and I let out a sigh.

“Great, something else to hear Doc bitch me out about.” I grumble, stepping to the phone in the kitchen, seeing the mail on the counter next to it.

I see she scribbled down the hotel phone number that they’re at now, and Doc’s hotel room number, on a paper pad and I punch the number in and request it to be put through to Doc.

Before I can get a breath out, I’m hearing all of it.

“Are you fucking out of your mind, Vivian? ‘Bless their hearts’?! I told you repeatedly what to tell the press and you don’t listen to a word of it?! And then you go home and end up in the fucking emergeny room?! What, did ya try to kill yourself or something, what the hell happened?!”

I raise my brows and blink a few times.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the warning label of some Nyquil and I took some to sleep, and it didn’t react well with my antidepressant. I’m alive, I’m fine, I wasn’t trying to kill myself, and would you rather me have said, ‘Vanity and Nikki fucked me over and everyone who was supposed to have my back, let them’?”

I hear his heavy breath exhaling on the other end of the line.

“Alright, Viv, alright. Just don’t say anything else to the press, please. The journalist at Rolling Stone is gonna be here in a couple of days, just please, please, please, be on your best behaviour. I’ve already talked to Nikki and he’s agreed to play nice, please, do so too.” He begs.

I didn’t want to “play nice” but I decided to so I wouldn’t make things harder for everybody, including myself, but just being blatantly hateful.

“Fine, Doc.” I agree and he sighs out in relief.

“Thank you, Viv.” He tells me and I roll my eyes.

“Yep.” I reply before hanging the phone up.

When I pick up the pile of mail, an envelope falls to the floor and I reach down to pick it up, seeing it’s addressed to me, from Playboy Enterprises.

I furrow my brows and open the envelope, grabbing at the paper inside and unfolding it before I read it.

“Dude.” I say to myself, furrowing my brows.

Someone had seen me half naked, demonstrating my flexibility, in the “Girls, Girls, Girls” video and a cover shoot for Playboy and a 12 page pictorial was on the table for $40,000, if I was up for it. Of course any other time I wouldn’t have thought twice...but this time, it was being considered.

“Forty-thousand?” Sharise asks me on the other end of the line later that day.

“Forty freaking thousand.” I reply.

“Who the hell wants to see you naked so bad?”

“I don’t know but I’m not mad at it.” I reply.

“Are you gonna do it?”

“I don’t know. Should I?”

“You just found out Nikki’s been cheating on you with one of your friends, Viv, I think you should take some time to think about it in case you make the decision to do it and then realize you shouldn’t have agreed to it, ya know?”

“I don’t have any money of my own, Sharise. If he leaves me, he’s not gonna leave me anything. I’m gonna be out of luck. I could use the money.” I explain. “And they didn’t say whether I had to be nude or not so I’ll look into the details and just go from there.”

“You are the absolute last person I would ever expect to take up an offer from Playboy.”

“Desperate times.” I shrug.

“More like, ‘what can I do to piss Nikki off’, times.” She points out.

“Vanity’s posed in Playboy before. Maybe he would've liked me enough not to cheat on me if I would've been more like her to begin with.” I sarcastically say, but there is a smile part of me that really feels that way.

"Don't compare yourself to her, Viv." She argues politely.

"I'm not." I lie, setting the letter from Playboy down.

I hear Skylar screaming and crying in the background and Sharise sighs out.

"I gotta go, Viv, I'll call you back later. Skylar just fell." She tells me.

"Alright, I'll come visit you guys before I leave." I assure her.

"Okay. We love you and we'll see you then."

"I love you, too, tell Sky I love her."

"I will."

"Bye."

I hang up and let out a soft breath, glancing at the number on the letter once again, rubbing my lips together before deciding to start getting ready to meet the guys for their album listening party before it drops.

For the first time in a few days, I look at myself in the mirror, taken back by how shitty I look.

The dark circles under my eyes are more prominent than usual, my eyes themselves look nearly dead, my hair is kinda nappy since I haven't brushed it in a couple days, and my mouth feels gross because I haven't bothered to brush my teeth.

I get in the shower, hoping it'll make me feel better.

The only thing it does is make me want to call Duff and tell him I can't make it tonight, but like I always do, I persist and finish getting ready, nearly fooling myself when I look in the mirror and make myself smile.

My doorbell is ringing within the next thirty minutes, and I'm spritzing on perfume as I hear Karen open the door to let the guys in.

I'm pulling my heels on, stepping into the living room.

"Hey." I greet Duff and Steven, and Steven's immediately hugging onto me.

"I'm sorry." He says, apologizing for the part he played in Nikki's bullshit.

I hug him back, not able to help but smile at how tightly he's hugging me.

"It's okay, Stevie." I tell him, genuinely.

He kisses my cheek and gives me one last tight squeeze before letting me go.

"Are we ready?" Duff asks me and I nod.

"Alright, we'll have her back home at a reasonable time." Steven tells Karen, and she chuckles.

"Stay out of trouble." She tells us as we head to the door.

"We will." I assure her as we head out the door to get in Duff's car.

All of their friends are there, everyone of them giving them wide smiles and big hugs as I hold onto Duff's hand as we weave through the crowd to the bar.

“Hi.” Slash says to me, sunglasses on, hat low, and I raise my brows at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” He replies, sipping from the Jack bottle in his hand, pulling out a cigarette.

“Can I have one?” Duff asks him.

“Yeah, if you’ve got a light.” Slash replies with a little grin and Duff pulls the lighter from his pocket and lights Slash’s cigarette before his own.

“You want a drink?” He asks me next and I look up at him.

“Water.” I tell him with a nod, suddenly feeling an arm slip over my shoulders.

It’s Izzy, and he looks like he’s been on cloud 9 for a little bit now, a loose smile on his lips as cigarette smoke flows from his mouth with his exhaled breath.

“Hey, you.” He tells me, and I lick my lips.

“Hey, asshole.” I shrug his arm off, remembering him yelling at me the other night.

“Ouch, am I on your shit list, too, now?” He asks me and I glance at him, making his smile widen, his eyes crinkling slightly. “I forget you’re sensitive, Viv.” He adds.

“Maybe me shoving my foot up your ass will remind you.” I state, Duff turning to hand me my water.

Izzy looks down at the clear liquid and frowns slightly.

“That’s why you’re sad.” He motions to it. “You need the strong stuff.”

I know what he means, but I try to play it off by saying, “what, sparkling water?”

“Izzy, man, she doesn’t drink.” Duff cuts in, lightly, but I know he’s being serious.

“Just making a suggestion.” Izzy shrugs, his eyes on a pretty blonde that passes. “I’ll be right back.”

He follows after her and I roll my eyes, taking a sip of water, as “Welcome to the Jungle” starts playing over the speakers.

Everyone starts cheering, all the guys stop what they’re doing, all of them sharing the same, proud smiles.

Once I’m done with my water, Duff, Slash, Izzy, Steven and Axl are all together, trying to gauge everyone’s reactions to their album so far.

Everyone seems to really like it.

“I’m gonna get another water.” I tell Duff, and he nods. “Do you need a refill?” I ask him, motioning to his cocktail.

“No, thanks though.” He tells me and I head to the bar, Izzy’s suggestion echoing in my mind as my eyes fall on the array of liquor bottles on display on the back wall shelf behind the bar.

My mind drifts to what would happen if I were to have a cocktail.

I step to the bar and order the last alcoholic drink I had, although accidental at the time.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m throwing back my shot of Tequila, nearly choking at the burn of it before feeling warmth radiate throughout my chest as it goes down.

Next thing I know, I’m seven shots in starting to feel less tense...even less tense when I try to walk and nearly faceplant, laughing instead of feeling embarrassed before walking as best as I can to the guys.

“Where’s your water?” Duff asks me, and I look at my hands, furrowing my brows.

“I don’t know.” I reply, honestly, and his brows raise and his eyes widen when he gets a whiff of my breath.

“Oh, shit, Viv, you smell like--”

“--Tequila!” I finish saying it in the way it’s said in “Tequila” by The Champs.

He’s stunned for a moment, and I’m trying to keep from looking him up and down.

“H-How much did you drink?” He asks me politely and I squint my eyes as I try to remember.

“I lost count after four.” I admit.

“Viv, I don’t think you’re supposed to be drinking with your medication.” He tells me.

“Doesn’t matter when the shit isn’t making me feel better anyway.” I reply without a thought, my speech starting to slur, my gaze focusing the best it can on the bottle in Slash's hand.

It reminds me of Nikki.

"I want Nikki." I say next and Duff can probably sense a storm coming, turning around and seeing the guys aren't paying attention.

"Hey, she's not feeling too good so I'm gonna take her home." He tells them. "I'll be back." He assures them.

"Alright, dude." Steven replies and Duff sits his drink down.

"Let's get outta here." He tells me, grabbing at my hand and leading me to his car, causing me to be sidetracked by the payphone.

"Gimme some change." I tell him.

"Viv, c'mon, you need to go home." He tries to guide me away but I refuse.

"I miss Nikki. I wanna talk to him."

"He's probably asleep right now, Viv. You can call him tomorrow." He suggests.

"He won't talk to me anyway. He hates me." I reply, stumbling to the passenger side of the car and he helps me stay balanced, opening the door for me and helping me get in before he shuts the door and walks around to the passenger seat.

It's a quiet drive home.

I miss Nikki.

He punches in the code of our gate and pulls into the driveway, helping me out.

I take my heels off and toss them down on the concrete, causing him to reach down and grab them for me as I clumsily make my way to the door.

"Here, here, I got it." He assures me when I try to open the door, singling out our house key from his car keys.

"I'm sorry for ruining your night." I tell him. "It was suppose to be a fun night--"

"--It was fun, Viv." He promises. "I'm going back anyway when I make sure you're settled here." He adds, opening the door. "I'll let Karen know what's up and--"

"Karen's out tonight, Duff." I cut him short, remembering that she told me earlier today about going out for one of her girl friends' birthdays, not able to keep my eyes off of him.

"Oh." He says. "Well, I can stay here until she comes back." He tells me. "I'll go ahead and get you some water." He heads to the kitchen, and a sick plan twists itself into my skull.

When he comes back with my water and hands it to me, I just sit it on the coffee table in the living room before turning to look at him.

"You need to drink that, Viv." He politely says, but I just step closer to him, and apparently he can tell what I'm thinking based off my expression because he's gently grasping my hand in his when I reach out to pull him closer to me. "We can't, Vivian."

"Why not? Because of Nikki? As if he gives a shit."

"But I do. I give a shit. And you're drunk. And you're heartbroken. And I'm not adding to the damage before you even process what's already been done." He states.

"You've wanted to fuck me for how long and here's your shot, and you're turning me down to spare my feelings?" I scoff out. "Where the fuck is Vince Neil when you need him?" I say to myself outloud, irritated with Duff, about to push past him to go to my room.

"Somewhere in the midwest, believing Nikki is still right for screwing Vanity." He argues, frustrated that I'm not understanding that he's trying to do the right thing.

I stop for a second, and turn to look at him, again.

"Vivian, I want to, but I can't--"

"--You didn't tell me about Nikki and Vanity, either." I remind him harshly. "So, when you think about it, you owe me, Duff." I hiss.

"I was protecting y--"

"--If you were protecting me, you would have told me!" I outburst, tears in my eyes. "You wouldn't have put me in a position that allowed me to be humiliated like that! Nobody would have if they were really looking out for me!"

He's got tears in his eyes now, and he exhales.

"I'm not gonna stay here and let you badger me for doing what I thought was the best thing to do." He says, walking to the door.

"Yeah, just leave me like Nikki! Just go get shitfaced and pout and end the night on top of another girl because that's how everybody else solves their fucking issues!"

He snaps around, causing me to bump into him from where I'm following at his heels.

"I'm not Nikki." He says through his teeth.

"You didn't tell me." I repeat weakly. "Nobody told me."

His frustration dissipates, and he takes a couple of steps to me, before leaning down, suddenly taking my lips with his.

The numbing effect of being kissed and held is potent, and a sick part of my mind pictures I'm with Nikki, and not Duff.

I try to keep my eyes closed the best I can to keep the illusion alive, even when clothes start being torn off, even when my legs are wrapped around his bare hips, my naked back against the wall and his tongue and mine dancing as adrenaline and ecstasy course through me.

With each thrust, I'm growing more sober, more conscious to the fact this isn't Nikki.

He stops abruptly, pulling away from me, furrowing his brows.

"Viv?"

"Yeah?" I ask, still not opening my eyes.

"Look at me." He says softly and I gently shake my head. "Viv--"

"--Just keep going." I tell him, my voice cracking, as a lump forms in my throat.

"Are you crying?" He asks next, and I finally look at him.

He looks horrified and guilty, as if he's screaming at himself internally for being shitty.

He's not shitty. I am.

"I'm sorry." I say next.

"Jesus Christ." He lets out, a single tear falls past his lashes and he's pulling out of me and putting me back on my feet as fast as he can.

"Duff."

He ignores me, pulling his clothes on.

"Duff, please." I grab at his arm and he shakes me off, putting his boots back on, sniffling, wiping his eye quickly, picking up his jacket and getting his car keys. "Duff, I'm sorry--"

"--I'm not Nikki." Is the last thing he says before slamming my front door shut.

"Vivian?" I'm snapping out of my daydream, seeing Steven furrowing his brows, the loud verse of "Mr. Brownstone" blaring in my ears from the club speakers.

"Yeah?" I reply to him.

"I was coming to get a refill, Duff wanted me to come check on you." He tells me and I look down at the empty water glass in my hand.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I assure him with a smile.

"Okay, just making sure."

-> Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Four (pt. 2)

#nikki sixx #mötley crüe #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction #gateway drug

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edourado · 4 years

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Together, ch iv

Here’s chapter four, because I need something light and fluffy, to help me stomach the world. I’m sad, I’m angry, sick to my stomach, I am legit losing faith in humanity, I burst out in tears at any given moment. And I don’t want to lose my mind, so here’s me coping.

This is nothing, its a silly piece of fluffy fanfiction, but it’s for George Floyd, for Ahmaud Arbery, for João Pedro, a 14 year old black boy from Rio who was shot by police while playing inside his home, for every black individual who died because they were black, for their families, for the protesters. This is nothing, nothing, nothing, but it has a little of my heart in it, so it’s for them.

I hope it makes you smile.

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It wasn’t long until Frank got cabin fever.

Staying inside all day was not at all like him. How long had he been spending most of his days outside, moving, doing something, or just looking at the people walking around the street?

To Karen’s amusement - and delight - he cleaned the entire apartment, top to bottom, and was even able to remove the touch stains on the light switches. He did something to the fridge, and by the time he was done, the shelves and the door were gleaming as if had just arrived from the store, brand new.

But the apartment was not big enough to keep him entertained for long, so he started ordering things online to improve on little stuff, like the shelves she needed for her shoes, since she had needed to make room for his, or these fancy magnets to install on bottom of the doors, so they would stop banging shut whenever it was a little windy. He spent a whole afternoon on the phone with David Lieberman, deciding on the best cameras to install around the place.

Reading only took him so far. He went through four books before he found it hard to keep still, and it was even worse with Netflix.

Then, one day, the masks they bought from the neighbor from two floors down were ready, and she texted to let them know she had left them at their door.

“I thought they’d be much worse”, Karen said, after they wired the neighbor the money and collected the neatly packed masks. “These are good, look!”

She put one on and they were, indeed, much better than they both had expected. Not fancy or in any way tech advanced, but a simple cloth mask that covered mouth and nose without leaving gaps. All of them black.

“I think I’ll order more”, Karen mused, while Frank put one on. As far as masks go, this was not the worst he had ever worn, not by a long shot.

That night, Frank lied awake in bed, his finger twitching, unable to sleep. They had cooked a big dinner together, looking for something to do to spend the time and use the things they had on the pantry, trying to avoid spoiling food.

Karen had also stayed awake for longer than usual, but now she breathed slowly, sleeping by his side, and Frank had given up keeping his eyes closed, and now stared at the ceiling.

After what seemed like forever, he looked at the window and noticed that the sky was starting to become a tad lighter. When he checked his phone, it told him it was 4:34 in the morning. With a glance at Karen, he got up, careful not to wake her.

After silently dressing, Frank picked up his phone from the bedside table and carried his shoes to the living room, stopping to pick up one of the masks they had washed before starting on dinner. The radiator had dried them all completely, leaving them warm and crisp feeling.

Closing the apartment door silently behind him, he locked it and then moved quickly down the stairs.

He couldn’t take a proper breath in, with the mask covering his mouth and nose, but the fresh air that made it through his lungs when he inhaled deeply were enough to make him feel better already. Looking at the empty street before him, Frank set off for the first jog he had in years.

Ever since he came back from his last tour, he favored other ways of exercising. Jogging was neither possible nor efficient after the whole mess, but it felt good, it felt natural, to run without hurry and from nobody, not chasing anybody. Run for the sake of running.

He was on a break by the river, almost an hour later, when his phone pinged.

“Ok”, said Karen’s text, in reply to the one he had sent her before he left the apartment, letting her know he was off for a run. “Have fun”, and then, almost as an afterthought, “Be careful. Don’t touch anything and don’t take off your mask.”

“Yes, ma’am”, he replied.

Frank ran for a good while. Not counting the time, or the miles, or his heartbeat, he just ran, took breaks, walked and then ran some more, looking as the morning made the city brighter, noticing how strange it the streets looked, so empty, even this early. He ran and he wished he could take off his mask, but he didn’t, happy that at least he was able to breathe some fresh air and not see any walls around him, for a change.

The sun was up when he turned to make his way back, at 7:15.

There was a bakery one corner away from home, and the smell of fresh bread lured him in. A man in uniform, a mask and gloves told him they just took a fresh batch out of the oven, and Frank bought a few, along with cheese and two cups of coffee (which they had at the apartment, but he figured these people were risking themselves to provide food for the neighborhood and try and keep their business alive, so what’s two cups of extra coffee?)

“Thank you so much for your support” said the guy, handing him the bag and the cup holder through a window.

“Thank you”, Frank replied, happy for this little slice of normal. “You guys open tomorrow?”

“From seven to seven.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Name’s Frank.”

“I’m Ray. See you, Frank. Have a good day.”

He walked the rest of the way, and had to balance his purchases in one hand while taking the key from his shoe, towing said shoes off and unlocking the door, walking in in his socks.”

“Frank?” Karen called from the bedroom.

“I’m here” he called back, starting the new strange process of cleaning the things he brought home with him.

After putting the warm bread on the designated bread basket and disposing of the paper bag, he transferred the cheese to a clean container and the coffee to the coffee pot, where Karen had not yet pushed the button to brew.

After his shower, he walked to the bedroom, feeling much, much better than he felt before getting up this morning.

Karen was still in bed, phone in hand, and smiled at him when he walked in.

“Hi”, she greeted, and he walked to her. “Enjoy your run?”

“Hmm”, was his answer, lying down half on top of her, kissing her gently, closing his eyes when her hands caressed his hair. “I brought breakfast.”

“I can smell it”, she said, softly. “That show we wanted to watch is available on Netflix. Wanna eat on the couch and watch it with me?”

He made them egg sandwiches and brought it to the couch while she cued the new show on TV, and when he settled down to watch it, he didn’t feel restless or that itch that made him want to get up every five seconds.

What a difference, a run made.

.:.

He came back to the apartment on the fourth day with croissants and the usual coffee, sweating profusely, since he had not made any stops this time, nor did he walk, and the jog was just straight up sprinting.

“Kare?” he called from the kitchen.

“I’m here!” she called back, and he saw her hand waving at him through the window. She was in the fire escape.

He had to deal with the sanitizing of the shopping and then a shower, so it was a few minutes before he walked to the living room window.

Before he got to the ledge, she popped her head inside and smiled at him.

“I got you something.”

When Frank ducked to climb out to the narrow fire escape, he saw what she had gotten: a hammock.

Cream colored, she had tied it on the iron bars above head, it hung a good few inches above the floor. She had placed two throw pillows in it, plus a heavy blanket.

“You’ve been feeling so cooped up, I thought this would maybe help a little.

Turning to her, Frank smiled and moved to kiss her.

“You didn’t have to do that”, he said, a hand caressing her hair.

“I wanted to. I’m only sorry it took so long to arrive, I ordered it almost a month ago.”

Frank looked at the hammock, swaying lightly in the wind, and thought that this small act, this simple purchase for his benefit made him a little more sure that she meant it, when she said she loved him.

It was silly, he knew that, but there still was a little part of him that expected her to wake up one day and realize that all she thought she felt for him was nothing but the thrill of the danger, the forbidden, the very ill advised act of rebellion, or even misinterpreted feelings of concern and worry and gratitude.

The fact that she didn’t run away from him after they slept together for the first time, or asked him to stay after the second third fourth and so on, asked him to move in, gave him a key, made room for his things, made room for him, bought him a hammock. It all told him that yeah, she was serious about that love.

“Maybe we can have breakfast here?” he suggested, and she beamed, nodding.

“So you like it?”

“I do”, he said against her mouth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Settle in, I’ll get the food.”

They ate the croissants and drank the coffee while sharing the hammock, after adjusting the height a little bit.

“This is so good”, she said around a mouthful of warm croissant, taking a sip of coffee, looking out at the street below them.

Frank watched as the morning light caught in her hair, how it made her eyes shine just a tad bluer, accentuated the few freckles she had on her nose.

“Yeah, it is”, he agreed, squeezing her foot under the blanket, thankful that, if he had to be stuck inside, at least it was with her.

#I feel stupid posting this #I feel powerless and guilty #but it's relief #kastle #kastle ff #kastle fluff #frank castle #karen page #the punisher #daredevil

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maraudererasmut · 5 years

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Black and White (Part XVIII)

"Thanks for joining me for dinner!"

Lily's voice was light and airy, her posture relaxed and her smile bright. In many ways, she was the opposite of Sirius.

Remus quickly pushed the thought from his mind, choosing to focus on the present. He still hadn't heard back from Sirius or James, and it was his goal for that evening not to bring them up in conversation. Lily was her own person; she was more than just James' wife and Sirius' friend. She needed to be treated as such. If she chose to raise the subject, Remus wouldn't be opposed to it, but he refused to ruin a fun evening with memories from last night.

"Thanks for inviting me. It's not often that I get to go out for dinner with friends."

It's not often that I can afford to.

Lily had insisted on buying Remus dinner that night, refusing to take no as an answer. She promised that Remus could return the favour once he sold his first painting at the gallery.

"And you will sell one, trust me!"

Remus admired Lily for her optimism, even if he didn't share it.

"This is great! I'm glad you're here!" Lily's voice broke through the fog in Remus' mind. He looked up into her emerald eyes. To Remus, they were summer. They were the bright green of rolling fields, as warm and sunny as a perfect August day, as soft and gentle as a summer breeze. He couldn't get enough of Lily's eyes. He'd have to use that colour in a painting some day.

"Yeah… me too…"

"You seem off, Remus. What's the matter?"

Remus' gaze drifted down to his hands. Was he that obvious? Was his face betraying all of his emotions?

"I'm fine. Really. Let's just have a fun evening talking about art."

"You sure?" Lily sounded concerned as she reached a hand across the table and placed it gently over Remus'. "I'm here if you need to talk… does it have anything to do with what happened the other day?"

Remus looked up and furrowed his brow. How much did Lily know?

"What did James tell you?" He asked suspiciously, a subtle grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Lily smiled in return.

"He said you had a painting for us and that Sirius flipped when he found out. Which was stupid, because Sirius can be a jealous twat sometimes."

Remus' grin grew wider.

"Yeah… that just about sums him up."

Lily chuckled, removing her hand from Remus' and brushing a loose strand of auburn behind her ear.

"He's more than that, though, despite what the past few weeks have shown you…"

Remus responded with a laugh of his own, recalling the look in Sirius' eyes at the coffee shop. He had seemed so apologetic, so genuine, so different from the gallery owner version of Sirius.

"I don't doubt that…"

“I’m sorry about him, by the way. I swear, he’s not usually like this. He’s a really nice guy…”

Remus laughed affectionately at Lily's embarrassment.

“You don’t need to apologize oh his behalf. It’s fine, I get it. Anyway, he… he actually apologized himself. It was… kind of sweet…" Remus' mind flickered briefly to the previous night. "Well… Until he ran away, that is…”

“Ran away?” Lily quirked a brow at Remus, suddenly confused. Lily must not have heard about that part of the evening.

“Yeah, we had met up at my work last night and chatted a bit. Things were going fine, but he kind of got super upset all of a sudden and left the coffee shop without a word. I…" Remus' eyes drifted to his phone, sitting upside down at the edge of the table. "I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Oh no… that’s awful…" Lily's face was a cross between pity and concern. Her shoulders dropped and here eyes grew wide. "Do… do you remember what it was that made him upset?”

Remus shrugged. Did he?

“Sort of? He had left me this… voicemail. It was kind of cute, actually, not gonna lie. He had gotten drunk and called and just started talking about how he wanted to talk with me. It really wasn’t a big deal, but it seemed to throw him for a loop…" Remus noticed a distinct flash of panic on Lily's face and his shoulders stiffened. "What? What is it, Lily?”

Lily pursed her lips, speaking more to herself than to Remus.

“That explains a lot…”

“What does it explain? What’s going on?” Remus leaned forward anxiously. Lily seemed to have some answers to the questions that Remus had been asking himself all day.

“Yesterday… Sirius called James… He was really stressed…”

Shit.

“What did I do?”

Lily reached across the table again, giving Remus' hand a little squeeze.

“Nothing! Oh, Remus, you did nothing wrong, I promise. This is… well, it’s complicated…”

Remus chewed his lip, pondering how much he should press the subject.

“Is it… something you’re allowed to share with me?”

Lily let out a sigh, pulling herself away from Remus and gazing down at the napkin in her lap.

“It’s a very long story…”

“We’ve got a long dinner…”

Lily smiled gently, that frustrating look of pity ever present.

“Well… it started when Sirius was young. You… you know he’s not close with his family, right?”

The conversation from the previous evening reverberated in Remus' mind.

“Yeah, he mentioned that last night. I didn’t realize…”

“Yeah…" Lily let out a soft sigh before continuing. "When they were teenagers, Sirius ran away from home and went to live with James. James’ parents basically adopted Sirius. The boys have been inseparable ever since.”

“Wow… I had no idea…” Remus didn't realize the extent of Sirius and James' relationship. He knew they were close, but from the way Lily was describing it, the boys were practically brothers. It was no wonder Sirius was so jealous of James and Remus' budding friendship.

“Anyway…" Lily continued. "One of the main reasons that Sirius left was his parents. They were… well, they were cruel to him. They drank. A lot. It… never ended well…”

“Shit… I’m… That...that sucks…” Remus didn't know what else to say. He wasn't entirely sure there was anything to say. How does a person respond when they find out someone they know had a rough childhood?

“Yeah…" Lily agreed, keeping here eyes averted. She shrugged her shoulders and continued her explanation. "When Sirius left, his younger brother stayed home. He became their prodigal son, the son that the Black family always wanted. He took after his father in many ways… Including the alcohol." Lily picked up the glass of water in front of her and brought it to her lips, taking a long, slow sip, as if to regain her composure. "A few years ago, Regulus… that’s Sirius’ brother… he went to rehab, joined AA, decided to make a change in his life. It was really great. We got a lot closer with him… the boys reconnected… Then about a year ago…”

Lily paused. Emerald eyes sparkled with lingering tears, threatening to fall at any moment. Remus felt a lump in his throat and stinging in his eyes as he imagined how difficult this must be for Lily to recount.

“You don’t have to keep going…”

Lily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled up at Remus.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s just… a bit hard to talk about." She let out a strained laugh, trying to sound casual. "A year ago, Regulus got into a huge fight with his parents. He let himself go that night, relapsing, falling back to his old habits and coping mechanisms… He… he got into an accident.”

“Shit…" That seemed to be the only word Remus knew that evening. "Is he…” Remus trailed off, unsure how to phrase his question. Lily caught on to what he was asking.

“He’s alive… he’s just… not the same." Lily took another drink of water, preparing herself for what came next. "The accident left him unable to do a lot of the things he used to… he turned bitter… claimed he was broken. We’re not as close as we once were. Every time we try to reconnect, he pulls further away. Sirius and Regulus haven’t spoken in months... “

“God… that awful….”

Remus couldn't imagine the pain and struggle that Sirius had gone through. Being an only child, Remus knew he would never fully comprehend Sirius' situation and the hurt he experienced.

“Sirius stopped drinking after the accident. He still has a glass of wine on occasion, a pint of beer, but he hasn’t gone out, gotten drunk, in almost an entire year.”

Remus closed his eyes, knowing exactly why Sirius had left the cafe in such a panic.

“Until two nights ago…”

“Until two nights ago.”

“And then I brought it up in conversation. Fuck, I’m such an idiot.”

Lily reached forward, gripping Remus' hand firmly. She looked him straight in the eyes, penetrating his defenses.

“You’re not an idiot, Remus. You didn’t know.” She said it with such conviction, Remus almost believed it.

Almost.

“...It was my fault,” Remus mumbled to himself.

“How was it your fault?”

“We got into a fight. He… he must have drank because he was angry at me. I made him so mad that he—”

“Stop." Lily's tone was harsh as her grasp on Remus' hand tightened. "Listen to me: this is not your fault. Sirius made a mistake. That’s on him. He’s struggling with it right now, but that doesn’t make it your fault. The best thing we can do is support him and be there for him.”

“I guess…”

“No. There’s no “I guess”, Remus. This is not your fault. You need to know that…”

Remus heard Lily's words, but his mind kept racing back to their argument in his flat.

“But if he hadn’t—”

“No. Stop it. None of that. Remus, you and Sirius have had a bit of a strained relationship thus far, but he really does enjoy your company. I can assure you of that. You just have to be understanding that he might be a bit off for the next while. Just… be there if he needs you and he’ll reach out to you when he’s ready… Okay?”

Lily looked so earnest, it was hard to argue with her. She seemed to believe that none of this was because of Remus, despite the evidence to the contrary. How could she be so sure?

“Yeah…" Remus muttered, knowing that there was no point in arguing against the feisty woman before him. "Yeah, okay.”

“Good. Don’t worry, Remus. He’s not mad at you.”

Remus raised an eyebrow skeptically at Lily.

“You sure?”

“Positive. He doesn’t see this as your fault at all. As far as he’s concerned, he’s worried that he upset you.”

“What? Upset me? How? Why would he think that?"

“That’s what I keep telling him. Now we just have to wait for him to believe me. Things will be fine in a few days. The dust will settle and you two will be able to get back to… whatever it is that you call normal…”

Remus felt himself smile despite the situation.

Normal.

What was normal these days anyway?

“I… I hope it can be a bit better than that…”

“Yeah, Sirius had been a bit of a prick lately," Lily said with a grin, the humour finally returning to her expression. "Well then, hopefully things can get better than normal… For both of you.”

"Yeah… hopefully…"

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sero-sphere · 5 years

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PT 3! Crimson Hearts

Summary: You just moved next door to Red Riot…but you can hear everything through the paper thin walls. You open your mouth and uncover something scandalous. Lets see what happens next…

Quirk: You can feel everyones emotional aura, and can secret phermones to alter them. Only side affect is their emotions rub off on you as well, both good and bad.

Warning: angst, implied sex, alcohol use, swearing.

Taglist: @silentw-lkr

Part 1 , Part 2

Sooo, this one is a bit longer. also, sorry it took awhile…i was making stickers!!! im probabally going to write a bonus for this tomorrow!!!( ‘ㅅ’ )

You spent your off day relaxing, taking a bath, reading some books you’ve been meaning to get to, and catching up with your favorite series. You were just about to make yourself dinner, a nice thick steak with some veggies and rice, when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to find Red Riot.

No seriously, there Kirishima was, staring at you in nothing but his hero attire. Sure you had seen him dressed as a hero..but that was on TV. This was the first time seeing him in the flesh and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. Your eyes went over every ripple of every muscle, and every bruise….every scar. Those only seemed to make him more sexy.

“Hey uh, sorry to come and bother you like this. I got called into a closer district today and didn’t feel like heading back to the agency to shower…” He was blushing…hard. You wondered if he noticed that your eyes were wandering his body instead of looking at his face. You quickly corrected yourself and noticed he was holding something behind his back.

“Oh, no it’s ok…I was just a bit….distracted.” You couldn’t help the blush that came across your cheeks now as well.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday. If you hadn’t come to apologize I don’t know what I would have done. You really made me feel better….and I don’t want you to feel bad for telling me. I’m really glad actually, I know it sucks, but it’s better now that I’m not wasting my time on her.”

“It’s what I do, making people feel better I mean. I’m glad I could help, I really am. Trust me when I say I know EXACTLY how you feel.” You flashed him an apologetic smile.

“I got you this as a little thank you, I heard you crying last night. I wanna help you too if I can.” He brought his hands around the front of him, revealing what he had hidden. He reached out to hand you an adorable red teddy bear.

“I saw this today in a store I was passing by on patrol! It reminded me of you…well not OF you, but I thought of you. It’s a Red Riot ™ teddy bear. You said you were good at hugs, so I figured you could hug this whenever you get sad.” He was nervously scratching at the back of his neck. It only showcased his abs more and you couldn’t help it, as you thought about what it would feel like to hug him everynight…and not the teddy bear.

“Thanks! It will definitely help.” You pulled him into a big hug, forgetting he was shirtless and sweaty. You didn’t mind though, you could feel his mood start to shift a bit and smiled. He wasn’t lying, you really were making him feel a bit better.

“Uh, I should probably shower, I came straight here after work. I wanted to talk to you ASAP to make sure you were ok.” He pulled away from you and pointed towards his apartment.

“Kirishima, after everything that’s happened, it’s nice you thought about me. Go take your shower! I still have your whiskey so come over whenever you want! My doors always open… well not really, knock first, but you know what I mean.”

After saying goodbye, and locking your door, you put the teddy bear on the couch next to your set up for the night and returned to cooking your meal. You had made enough that way you could have left overs tomorrow for lunch. Before you could sit down to eat it you were interrupted by another knock. It was Kirishima again, but this time he was a little bit more covered. He was wearing a black tank top, grey sweats and a bandana.

“You said anytime so I figured I’d take you up on that…normally I’d go hang with Bakugou, but he’s had a rough night too…. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not….I hope you’re hungry, I just made steak and it just so happens there’s just enough for you.” His mouth was already watering.

After showering, Kirishima realized he didn’t want to spend time alone. He wasn’t entirely lying by saying Bakugou had a rough night…he always had a rough night. He was competing for the title of “Number 1 hero” after all. Even after only knowing you for a short while, he felt comfortable around you. If he hung out with Bakugou, he would only tell him to get over it, and by get over it he would probably suggest having sex with someone else. Kirishima wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so he made his way over to your place, where he knew he could relax.

The two of you bonded over dinner, and shared the rest of his whiskey. He watched as you cuddled up with a blanket on the couch beside him and clutched the Red Riot teddy bear he had gifted you. He’s glad you really liked it, and didn’t find it weird at all. He thought of the latter after he bought it, but decided to go with it anyway.

He came over more and more after that night. Some nights you two drank, sometimes you too didn’t. Mostly you talked, you explained how your quirk worked and how you used it to help people. He told you about his ex-girlfriend, and his best friends. All about his job as a hero! Every day you felt, as he returned to his old angelic self. Just being around him made you feel so much better, and you were glad he was finally beginning to feel ok.

That’s how you ended up in this predicament. Sitting in your living room, drinking too much sake with him. You let him persuade you with his notions “ oh, hey guess what! Ive got the day off tomorrow, and it just so happens Fat Gum gave me this big bottle of sake as a thank-you.”

“I thought being a hero was about saving people…not the free shit?”

“I mean it is, but it does have its perks.”

You both drank way too much and were giggling back and forth. You felt your face heat up. You were both reminiscing about the day you two met.

“OMG I am such an idiot sometimes, I can’t believe I said that to you.” You cringed as you tried to burry your face deep into your sweatshirt.

Kirishima was laughing, falling against the backside of the couch. “I can’t believe you heard everything! I should be more embarrassed than you! I went inside and cursed thinking about how you probably would never talk to me again.”

“And here I was thinking ‘ who the fuck lasts that long…omg.’ And then when It was Red fuucking Riot, and your quirk is hardening. It made perfect fucking sense!”

He blushed. He leaned his head back against the couch, but to the side so he could maintain eye contact, as you gave you the sultriest toothiest smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but you stopped yourself.

“You know, I think you can take all this back to your house now?” You motioned to all the alcohol you both had on the table. One bottle had turned into 2, into 3, and so on.

“Right, but then what excuse would I have to come to see you. I am feeling better now ya know?”

“Hmmm, you think you need a reason to come and see me? I could think of a reason or two?” You raised your index finger to your bottom lip and pouted slightly. You shifted a bit in your seat and leaned a little closer towards him. Just to the point you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Yeah, and what would that be?”

He met you the rest of the distance, and felt as your lips brushed against his.

You had enveloped him in a kiss he wasted no time in returning. It heated up rather quickly and you felt as his hands ran up and down your back. You moved yours towards his thighs, circling your thumbs in little motions against his muscles.You both were involved in a heavy makeout session. At some point you both broke away for some air. It was pretty late and while Kirishima might not have had patrol, he did have to go in for an early morning meeting.

“You should go, I know you have a meeting in the morning. Being a Hero comes first.” You moved away from him a bit, but still made sure your fingers were intertwined with his.

“But, that wouldn’t be very manly of me to leave you like this…”

“I’ll be fine. I promise, I have an amazing hero who lives right next door. He’ll be the first one I call if I find myself needing help in the middle of the night. He’s convinced he needs reason to come and see me!”

Kirishima leaned in and gave you another kiss on the cheek. He pulled back to look into your eyes. He gave you one last kiss on the lips and left. Both of you wished you had done that sooner, it was too late to get left hanging like that. You were tired. You made sure to clean up before you tucked yourself in at least. You had a previous arrangement with your brother and he was going to be staying over for the weekend.

The night came and went, and you were headed back to your apartment with a hand full of groceries. You had met your brother at the train station, and stopped at the store on your way home. He was behind you helping with some of the load. He made some joke about how he was surprised you walked up all these stairs every day. You were giggling as you made your way to the door.

Kirishima looked out from his window and watched as you passed by laughing…with some….guy? You were with a guy? What? He assumed it was probably family, and you would explain after they were gone, and he came over to visit. But that time never came. The male that had followed you into the apartment had stayed the night with you. He felt just a tinge of jealousy. He got ready for work and wondered if he would still run into you on his way out the door, or if you would be staying in late.

His questions were answered when you called out to him from the stairs.

“Oh, hey Kirishima! Hope you got a good nights rest! Good luck at work today!”

“Hey you too right? You have a big day? Hope the takedown goes as planned.” You were scheduled to help take down a really well known gang, and it was going to be one of the more tiring work days you’ve endured. It started off fine, but quickly turned sour and you were forced into staying well into the night to make sure things went according to plan. 5 am came and went. It was now 7 when you finally made your way back home. You hoped your brother would be awake by now, to say bye before he left. You didn’t know how long you would be able to stay up for. You made it to your door before you realized you had forgotten the key in the car. By the time you made it all the way back up, Kirishima was just heading to work for the day.

“Trouble sleeping, huh?” He looked at you and laughed. It sounded a bit forced and you wondered if he was trying to avoid.

“Yeah I guess you could say that. Things just never seemed to end last night, it just kept coming and coming.” You looked at him exhausted.

“Those walls really are paper thin, I see what you meant before, when you said you couldn’t sleep.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with you. Instead he was staring at his feet which is something you hadn’t seen him do since he was upset about his breakup.

“What do you mean?” You were utterly confused at this point. You two were the only ones whose apartments shared walls on this floor. He shouldn’t have been able to hear anyone else’s, the noise would have to come from yours.

“Uhm, I mean I wasn’t trying to listen in, but like you said it’s kinda hard not too.”

You turned towards him, and the look you gave him was enough to make him scared. You looked pretty fucking mad. “I’m going to fucking kill him!! Figures the one time I’m out for the night!!!”

“Wait what, don’t tell me..” He was starting to panic. He hoped he didn’t just catch you in the same situation he was in a few weeks earlier.

“Oh! NO, no! I’m sorry, he’s my fucking brother! I should have told you that earlier. He came to stay for a few nights for work. Better not have been on my bed I swear to God.”

Kirishima was relieved, he couldn’t stop thinking about continuing what the two of you had started the last time you were together. He had really developed feelings for you during the time the two of you spent together. He was hoping you would return them, and had gotten worried when he heard all those sinful noises during the night. Before he could answer you, you had leaned over and placed a kiss on this cheek.

“Come over tonight? Depending on how my next conversation goes, I might need someone to help break in my new mattress! That is after I’m done burning my other one of course. I might find myself in need of a Hero”

#crimson hearts #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima #bnha x reader #bnha

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shhhhyoursister · 5 years

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nog! can you write some dumbass davenzi with a side of brain cell squad for a homie. it’s missing druck hours

yeah of course i can????? heres some drunk clingy matteo and sober clingy david!!! ive written so much drunk david that i know i gotta write some drunk matteo and this is the perfect prompt for it!!!!

It may have been cheesy, but David really did miss Matteo any time they weren’t together. They were usually wrapped so tightly around each other that any second they weren’t touching, David was wishing they were. It was rare that they didn’t spend the night with each other, so when David found himself alone in his cold room, in his cold bed, he might’ve been a little upset. He might’ve even pulled up the playlist he made specifically for when he was missing Matteo, and may have been blasting it loudly in his ears as he lay in his bed, alone. Was it mentioned that he was alone?

He was about to turn the music off and go to bed, alone, when his phone started buzzing. It was way too late for it to be anyone other than Matteo or some kind of spam call, and he smiled when he saw his boyfriend’s face on the screen. His smile grew when he saw that it was a video call, and he quickly accepted the call.

“Hey, ba--”

“DAVID!”

David winced at the volume as the video actually loaded, and he saw what looked to be the inside of Matteo’s room, but no person in the frame. He could hear what sounded like 15 people talking at once, and he flinched a little and lowered the volume until his ears didn’t hurt.

“Matteo? What the fuck is happening?”

“One sec, I’m- guys, shut the fuck up- David! Look how much we drank!”

The phone finally focused on the table in Matteo’s room that was completely covered in empty beer bottles. He saw Carlos, Abdi, and Jonas sitting around the table. It seemed like Matteo had the camera on selfie mode so the boys could see him, and he heard them all yell when they realized it was David on the phone.

“David, bro, get the fuck over here! It’s not that late!”

“Idiot, it’s fucking, like, oh fuck. Where’s my phone?” David watched as Carlos patted his pockets in a panic, before Jonas kicked him with his foot and then pointed to a phone resting on the table. As Carlos leaned in to grab it, he knocked over one of beers, and Abdi yelled as it spilled on his leg.

David heard Matteo laugh at the fiasco, and he wanted to ask him to flip the camera so he could see him. He may have been at Matteo’s flat that morning, and he may have been exhausted, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to look at his boyfriend’s face. He wanted to do that all the time.

“It’s 2:30.” He piped up, hoping that Matteo would remember that he was the one on the phone and acknowledge him. David didn’t like being ignored, and being ignored by his boyfriend was especially unpleasant.

“David said it’s 2:30, Carlos!”

“Not too late for him to come over.” David saw Jonas shrug, and he heard Carlos scoff.

“It’s cold out dude! David doesn’t need to be walking in that.”

“Are you saying you don’t want him here? That’s homophobic, Carlos.” David snorted, and he could imagine the exact look that had to be on Matteo’s face. Blue eyes bright, mouth stretched in the most annoying, shit-eating grin, cheeks a little flushed from the alcohol. He just wished he could see it.

“Luigi, how is that homophobic?”

“‘Cause I’m gay, and I want my boyfriend here!”

“Why don’t you invite him then, idiot?”

“Okay, I will,” the camera jerked around Matteo’s room, until David was finally looking at Matteo’s face, and he was right; Matteo was smirking into the camera, his eyes sparkling, and his cheeks pink. When he saw David his smirk got a little softer, though, and he opened his mouth to speak, but instead just licked his lips and then pressed them together in a small smile.

“Hi.” Matteo said quietly, and he could hear Jonas groan in the background.

“Hi,” David smiled, and chuckled when he heard a distinct booing from the other boys in the room, but he continued anyway with, “I miss you.”

He watched the pink on Matteo’s cheeks get darker as he responded, “I miss you too. I drank, like… a lot of beers. But I beat Jonas at Mario Kart earlier!”

“I’m proud of you, babe,” he watched Matteo preen under the praise, and David smiled wider before saying, “are you having a good night?”

“It could be better. You should co--”

“Bro, fucking ask him to come over! You’ve been talking for so long!” David could hear Abdi yell from somewhere behind the phone, and he chuckled when Matteo looked in his direction with a glare.

“I was just doing that, shut the fuck up!” He looked back at David and his face softened again as he said, “You should come over. Because I miss you and--”

“We miss you too David!”

“Abdi, stop! He’s mine, only I get to say that!” Matteo whined, and David was so pleased by the statement that he giggled, and Matteo looked down at him and grinned.

“It’s true! You’re mine. Only I get to miss you.”

“Is that how it works? Well, you’re mine, so I’m allowed to say that I miss you too.”

Matteo obviously only focused on one part of his statement because he tried to wink, and loudly said, “Fuck yeah I am!”

“Hey Matteo, stop being cute with your boyfriend and tell him to get his ass here!”

“Don’t talk about his ass! That’s--”

“Oh my god we get it, just fucking invite him over!”

“Okay, fuck,” Matteo came back into focus on the screen, just as he asked, “David, do you want to come over?”

“I do, very much,” he started, and felt awful when Matteo grinned, as he continued with, “but I have to do stuff for my film in the morning, remember? That’s why I’m sleeping here tonight.”

Matteo’s face fell and he lifted it to call out, “He can’t come, guys.” to the boys before there was a lot of shuffling and static and David couldn’t see anything on the screen. He could hear muffled yelling, and when it finally quieted down and Matteo appeared on the screen, he was in the kitchen.

“I want you to come over.” Matteo was pouting, and David felt his heart break a little at the sight.

“Oh, Matteo,” he said, sitting up a little more, “I would if I could, but I shouldn’t even be awake right now. I’m waking up in like, four hours. I’m staying over tomorrow night, remember?”

“Baby,” Matteo drew it out in that obnoxious way he did when he was trying to get his way, “tomorrow night is so far from now. And I won’t be drunk.”

“You won’t be drunk, but we can cook and watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick this time.”

“You’ve said that the last three times.” Matteo was whining, but David could see the pout soften until he was just frowning, and he knew he could win him over.

“I promise, okay? I won’t even ask, you can just set it up and I won’t complain. We can eat, cuddle on the couch, sneak away when Hans isn’t paying attention....” He trailed off when Matteo started smiling again, and he smiled back softly.

“I don’t think Hans is even gonna be here tomorrow night,” Matteo said, “and what if I pick something awful? Like, Shrek, or something?”

“Like I said, I won’t complain. I’d watch a thousand shitty movies for you.”

Matteo grinned at him, and David wished he was there so he could kiss him right where his cheek was a little pink, and David opened his mouth to say something sappy but his phone buzzed with a text before he could.

“Why is Laura texting me? She should be asleep…” he thought out loud, and checked the message as Matteo started humming a song under his breath. David smiled when he heard it, but frowned when he saw the text.

Laura: David, stop talking to your boyfriend like you’re in a fucking 80s romcom and go to bed. I can’t sleep.

“Fuck,” he said, and responded with an apology before flipping back to the call, and saying in a sad voice, “I have to go, baby, I’m keeping Laura up.”

He watched as Matteo’s lips curled back into a pout, and he huffed and rolled his eyes fondly.

“Do you really have to?”

“I do, I’m sorry. But I’ll see you tomorrow, right? And then I won’t have to leave.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Matteo was still pouting, and David wanted nothing more than to wrap him in a big hug.

“Can you tell the boys I said bye?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He was definitely putting it on a little, David thought, as he watched Matteo’s eyes drop to the floor.

“You’re so needy when you’re drunk.”

“Well, you’re needy all the time.”

“So are you. I meant you’re especially needy when you’re drunk.”

“Okay, I'm a needy drunk and you’re a slutty drunk. We’re even.”

“Sounds good, babe.” David grinned cheekily at the phone and Matteo rolled his eyes, before frowning again.

“I love you. I know I’m being annoying but I really just love you a lot, and I miss you. But I’ll see you tomorrow so it’s okay. We should go so I can make the boys leave and then go to bed so I can see you sooner.”

David blushed and bit his lip before nodding, and saying, “I love you a lot too, babe. And I miss you, but I’m excited to see you tomorrow. Sleep well, okay?”

“Yeah, you too. Dream about me.” Matteo grinned way too close to the camera so all David could see was his top lip and some teeth, but he grinned back anyway.

“How could I not? I’m gonna hang up. Good night, Matteo.”

“Good night, David.”

He hung up and collapsed against his pillows, his phone resting on his chest as he smiled up at the ceiling.

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #davenzi #druck fic #druck fanfic #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #matteo x david #abdi ates #carlos schmidt #jonas augustin #love these idiots #noggins #one braincell #i LOVE writing drunk/high fics the crack is always off the charts

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